herry, passed away, Kelly's father had lived for Kelly alone, not dating or going out at all for his own benefit. Kelly wanted to make it up to him--and she wanted to ride her forty year old daddy's cock, too.

She went out to parties she didn't tell him about often enough, staying over at a friend's and sneaking out from there--this was one of those nights. Kelly walked through the crowd of gothic boys and girls in their black attire, some of which wearing ceramic fangs--it wasn't halloween, that was just the way this rave was supposed to be. For her own turn, Kelly was wearing a pair of fishnet stalkings that were hooked to a garter that did nothing to cover her little pink hairless pussy. Her skirt was short, barely hiding her tight little cheeks when she walked and it swayed. Her little b-cup breasts were held up by a studded leather bra and naught else. Aside from the gloves, the collar, the anklets, and the heavy makeup, everything else was bare.

Kelly felt so sexually frustrated... again last night she had lain beside her father, and she had barely gotten the courage to reach back and fondle his balls through his pajama pants than he started to moan. Kelly had wanted to waken him, to slide her lips over his and then down to his thick prick, but she hadn't had the courage--after all, what if her father didn't like it? What if he refused her? Kelly sat down on a table nearby and pouted. She didn't want to dance.

Whether she wanted to or not, eventually someone approached her with a proposal and she accepted it. It was a senior from her high school, and Kelly rarely passed up the opportunity to dance with someone of such high merits. He wasn't any football player, but he wasn't bad looking, either. Kelly figured she could get her stress off with a little bit of moving.

"Do you believe in any of the horror stuff these people go on about?" The boy, whose name was Jesse, asked her.

"No. I'm just here for the dancing," Kelly felt a bit better to be talking. It gave her mind something to do.

"I bet I could make you believe..." He said. There was a grin on his lips that she couldn't quite place--well, she couldn't place it until his hands caressed her ass and pulled her up against his 6' frame, grinding his hardon against her belly.

Kelly gasped--being roughly handled was never anything that had gotten her off, but this time, she felt a little aroused. It must have been last night, she thought, but it didn't matter. Kelly was still a virgin, and planned to keep it that way, no matter what kind of tease she was.

She was just about to tell him what he could do with himself when he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You want your daddy, Little Miss Kelly? I can give him to you.. for a price."

How did he know? When he leaned away and set her down, she was dazedly staring up at him. When he turned away and began to leave the main room, she followed after hurriedly. She'd never told anyone, not her best friend, that information, so how did he figure it out? All this witchcraft stuff must have had a basis, then. Perhaps people really could read others' minds and things--she was interested in knowing exactly what he could do.

As they stepped outside of the dance hall, she almost lost him. He went into the dark cover of trees, and she was curious, but frightened. Walking into the darkness with a stranger was possibly the worst choice of her lifetime, but the urge to know if he could help her drove her forward. When she passed the first few trunks, she stopped in front of a cabin... "This was never here before," She muttered to herself, but maybe she was just confused as to her setting? That had to be it.. she approached and pushed open the door. There was Jesse, bent over something he seemingly was very intent upon. His back was to her, so she could not see what the boy was doing past his veil of ebony hair.

"What can you do for me? And if it works, what do you want?" Kelly was bolder than she felt, and when he waved to a seat that looked like a bed in a psychiatric ward, she followed his direction and laid down as if she had no will of her own--no, something else moved her... her desire.

Jesse turned, holding a needle in his hand. It was a piercing needle, Kelly thought, with the way it was shaped and seemingly designed. "I can give you something of power--something that will make your daddy do whatever you think you want him to do.. of course, it costs, like I said." He approached her with the needle, "Firstly, you'll have to be pierced--because the objects just happen to belong in certain... places." The wind blew her skirt up as he looked at it, as if he commanded the very movement of the air around her.

Kelly blushed and pushed the skirt down, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You're going to pierce..."

"Your clit, Kelly, my dear." He smiled and sat down beside her with a develish grin on his pale features. His eyes were the color of molten gold, and Kelly bit her lower lip, weighing her options.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then you take out the piercing--easy. On the other hand, if it does work, you'll owe me your body.. I won't take it until you've seen what my power can do, of course.."

"..." Kelly was quiet. The piercing would hurt, certainly, but nothing else was severe and she would get a chance to perhaps get her wish, right? If it didn't come true, she'd just take out the little ring he inserted and call it even, "How painful will it be?"

"Not at all, Little Kelly. I promise it won't hurt at all." Jesse was convincing, even though Kelly knew logically that couldn't be. She lifted her skirt up, spreading her legs and closing her eyes.

"Do it."

She felt the seat move as Jesse shifted around, and when he got down close to tweak her clit she cried out and almost pulled away, but something seemed to hold her to the seat. "Hey! I never said you could play with me!"

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.. I can't pierce it without touching it. Trust me. I'll do this the best way for you, and I promise, your hymen will go to your daddy."

When his tongue ran across her sweet little cuntlips, she shuddered, but this time she didn't speak. His breath was hot on her clit as he sucked at it and bit softly. Her little hairless pussy was caressed until it was wet, her little clit coaxed out of its sheeth where he positioned the needle at its side and pushed it through. A sharp, fleeting pain did pass through her, but a few licks from his tongue cleared that right up. Usually, she guessed, that would be unsanitary, but this was magic.. or wasn't it? She hoped so.

Everything began to faid out, even the sounds of slurping. It was like he was a mad dog, lapping up milk from her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she was in bed... her bed. Was it just a dream?

The phone rang, she picked up and held it to her ear. It was Carol, her friend who had gone with her to the rave. "Hello?"

"Kelly, you bitch, where the hell did you go off to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was looking all over for you after the rave tonight. Why did you go home?"

"I must have passed out.. I just woke up here--someone must have taken me..." Kelly blinked. What? She was at home? The rave had happened? She lifted up the sheets quickly--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but when she lifted up the hem of her skirt she stared in awe... a little silver hoop hung through her tiny little clit. "I have to go, Carol."

"What? Kelly, what's wrong?"

"Bye."

She hung up. There was nothing else to do. She just had to wait. She didn't want to risk failure, so she laid down. Tonight she'd sleep in her own bed--she felt too tired to change her clothing.

She woke up the next morning groggy. When she slipped out of her bed and threw a tee shirt on over the attire she had been wearing, she just called it even and headed downstairs. The fishnets were nothing new--her dad had allowed her to buy them, and she had slept in them before when she was too lazy to take them off. The tee shirt fell all the way down to her knees almost. It was like a little dress on her.

She slipped into the kitchen and grabbed her breakfast, but her dad was there at the door, eyeing her up. "Why are you home, young lady? Weren't you staying over at Carol's?"

She blinked. She had completely forgotten. Busted. "Yes... but ... we had a fight... and I came home."

"Well, then, you aren't going anywhere today, are you. Get up to your room."

When Kelly began to whine, the mandate only became firmer. No TV or music. She was to go up there and go to sleep.

She flopped herself down on her bed and sighed. So much for magic. He was irritated with her, not infatuated. It wasn't the same thing at all. She made a note that she'd hit Jesse when she gave him back his stupid piercing... but that wasn't to be.

When Kelly woke up, it was night already, and she was not in her room. No, she was in her father's room--maybe she had sleepwalked here. She was already cuddled up close to her daddy's erection, which pressed itself deliciously between the cheeks of her ass... wait? What?

Kelly took inventory--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but without the shirt over herself. She had cuddled up to her father this way? What an embarassment. She'd have to get out of here, right now. She tried to scoot away, but her father's arm was draped over her and he pulled her closer. Her daddy's prick was big when it tented in his pants, and it pressed against her thigh and cheeks warmly. She bit her lower lip and tried to grasp the fingers that were grasping her tummy and pull them away, but he muttered softly and his hand just slipped from her own, falling across her hip. He was still asleep, or so she assumed..

She was so nervous, she didn't move. Her father moved instead.

Kelly could swear he bucked against her slowly when he shifted in the bed, rubbing his hard erection against her thigh like he was feeling for the hole that wasn't to be found there. He muttered a name, her mother's again, she thought, but this time he wasn't still afterward. His fingers moved up, those soft pads sliding over her tummy as they pushed up the leather bra that barely clung to her breasts and touched a nipple there.

Kelly moaned, she couldn't help it. It urged her father's fingers on, the soft pads circling her hard little nipple and then tweaking it. "Yes, Daddy," She hissed, softly, not able to contain herself. Was it really working? She wanted him to kiss her like she was his first love...

He turned her over, rolling his body over hers and placing his lips over hers. His tongue danced over her lips before it slid between the parted petals, playing with her tongue as he squeezed her little breasts. Kelly felt her little cunt moistening beneath her skirt and the sheet they shared.

"Yes," She sighed when he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to find that he was not asleep at all, but staring down at her with a mixture of lust and surprise. She turned bright red, but he caressed her soft little breast and shushed her softly as he leaned in. Kelly arched her back as he took her soft nipple into his mouth, torturing it as she groaned, "Yes, yes, Daddy!" She hissed, holding his head down by his  brown lockes.

When he pulled his lips up, he straddled her young chest and pulled the elastic band of his pants down over his raging hardon. It stood out a full 10 inches, the head pressed against her cheek as he grinned, "Come on, Kelly.. suck your daddy's cock." She loved the sound of the words. Her mouth slipped around the head and she began to devour it like a piece of candy. She sucked his head and bobbed up and down on the hardened shaft. He tensed, bucking his hips to her ministrations, his daughter's tongue driving him crazy as he fucked her mouth. When he pulled out, his head was purple and his balls tightened. He groaned.

"Come here, Daddy. Let me get you off..." Kelly hissed naughtily, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she sat up. Her father stared in awe a moment, but finally dove atop her, though not in the way she intended.

He slurped like a madman on her tight little cunt, and she cried out as his tongue slid up and down her slit and over her little clit until she writhed on the verge of orgasm. He bit the ring and pulled on it, sending waves up her spine as she arched to him, shudders succeeding her cum as it poured out of her from her hefty orgasm. By then, he was like a man possessed, his tongue jabbed in and out of her tight little cunt like a mini prick, spreading and taking her juices into his mouth until she was very wet. When he finally mounted her little pussy, it was with primal lust that he shoved his whole 10 inches into her up to the hilt.

He didn't stop pumping her, even though she screamed in pain. Her hymen broke and left blood across the sheets, his ten inches pounding her cervix and knocking her little body around on the sheets. "Daddy! Daddy, stop!" But he didn't, he kept riding her until his cum spurted into her tiny little hole, filling her up and bringing her up to a painful climax once more. Though the pain had been immense, she found herself devilishly delighted when he lay his weight upon her body and fell asleep inside of her.. his cock slowly softened, but never fully, not through the night as her little cunt squeezed him warmly...

atedly, refueling my vigor after every orgasm … she, of course, one of the incredible Goddesses of Sex, never ran out of sexual energy.

But now I was spent, again, after multiple climaxes along with her … I felt my penis unstiffening even within her ass, and her hole didn’t seem as tight.

Ashley kept breathing, and I moved slightly, sliding under her back, greased with sweat and maybe more chocolate. “Mmm … you done?” she asked.

“I think so. Finally.”

Her head turned around without sound and she bent her knees to get up, and my penis slipped out of her asshole, dripping the brown syrup. It coated her brown cheeks and my pubic hair, wet, sticky, a mess. Now, with my energy gone, it especially looked a mess.

Ashley turned around and bent lower, her long black hair behind her, her large brown breasts dangling below her neck. Her vagina, small and red, also slick with chocolate … minutes before, while sucking and fucking her otherworldly ass, I had hardly even noticed anything up her front.

“Looks like you need cleaning up,” Ashley said.

“You too.” So weak. “But you’ve got your magic, or whatever … you can do it instantly, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” She knelt straighter and her pussy dripped a chocolate glob, then she reached behind her back with both arms, grasped her ass cheeks and pulled to the sides, then let go — slap from back there.

I watched stunned as the chocolate goo lifted itself from my groin, tickling the hairs, molding with the syrup on my penis and coalescing in midair, floating as if in space … and then I saw the syrup cleaning itself off Ashley’s legs and pussy, wrinkling in the air. Then the blob of chocolate over me finishing sucking itself off and narrowed into a stream, shot over toward her blob … then all of it slipped down between her legs and Ashley bent her vagina forward, moaning slightly … “Ooo …” gurgling, slurping from back there, like water through pipes … she was sucking it back up her ass.

Damn. What a turn-on … if there was any possibility I would ever be turned on again.

With her slender, angular face still alive with that smile, Ashley turned and slipped off the bed, bent over to the floor and began picking up her clothes — black bra top and tight black jeans. She slipped the bra over her head, then leaned over and picked up something else — a thin scrap of purple fabric — and held it up, staring at me mischievously. “Oh, look what you did. You broke my thong.”

I smiled, feeling as if I would go to sleep at any moment. “Just fix it …”

Ashley held it to her mouth and blew on it — and it twitched. She moved her arms down, sticking one long leg into the thong … repaired, instantly. I wasn’t surprised. Nothing surprised me anymore.

Earlier, Melinda had magically dressed me, but I figured I might as well do it myself this time — I had to get my energy back. Melinda had also refueled me, after our “session” … with her magical kiss. Ashley might do the same, although it seemed impossible now.

No matter. I got off the bed, found my clothes, and started getting dressed. Ashley was sliding one leg down into her jeans, then struggling a little, fitting the waist around her bulging ass cheeks. I put on my underwear, then shorts, then belt, then t-shirt … leave the shoes and socks. Ashley had stripped herself fast without having to worry about those.

Now she was redressed, and she stood there, waiting for me. “Ready for some more?” she asked.

I smiled as I sat down on the bed. “You know I’m wasted now. Help me.”

“That’s because you’re mortal.” Ashley grinned and reached down to my hand, pulled me off the bed. Standing next to her I could see right down her bra top, her incredible curves inside … but it seemed like no big deal.

She walked before me to the door, her huge, firm ass weaving under her shorts — and it didn’t seem all that sexy. Nothing did.

She would have to correct that soon …

At the door Ashley twisted around, then her arms wrapped around my waist and her beautiful face tilted up … yes … and I bent down, my eyes open, hers closed. Our lips touched and she pressed close, shifting her head from side to side as we kissed, hard, wet. And I felt the strength return. Physical. Sexual.

I mumbled around her lips, “Oh my god.”

She let go and pulled back. “Does that do it?”

“Mm-hmm.” And I stared down at her chest. “And you are incredible.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Do you want more, or would you like to go out and try someone else?”

She was so sexy. For a moment I pictured picking her up, taking her back to the bed and re-stripping her, ripping her thong off again and sucking the chocolate out of her ass. And yet … “No offense. But yeah, I’ll try someone else.”

“That’s what we’re here for.” Ashley opened the door to the larger room outside. “Don’t worry about offending anyone … but if you want to bed my ass again, anytime, let me know.” She looked back and grinned. “For now, I’ve got nothing else to do but watch the game.”

“Absolutely …”

The game was football, on the big-screen TV, and four of the girls were on the chairs and couches pointed toward it. Melinda, the Mouth, in her shorts and cream-colored sweater, and her incredible, elastic mouth was fully closed now, looking its right size. The slender-legged Asian girl in the bathrobe sat beside her — she had introduced herself as Sashiko, who would swim underwater while having sex, or something.

Ashley and I were there and she took her own chair and leaned back, fully reclining.

On the other couch was the girl in the tight black leather-like bodysuit, who had been here when I had arrived with the others. Courtney Clone, she had said. Anybody you’ve ever taken a second look at … I probe your memory and then I assume her characteristics: body, clothes, voice, memory, even setting. … I become someone else, and give you an experience.

But next to her was someone else, an amazingly petite and young someone else — so young, that even with my restored vigor, I was afraid to try this. Was it even right?

She had given her name in the car. Leslie Little. Her slender face was framed with a mass of long, straight blond hair, now turned toward the TV screen.

Then Leslie noticed me looking. She grinned wide in my direction. “You’re done with Ashley?”

“Um. Yeah.”

Leslie’s eyes narrowed, sultry and teasing. “You enjoyed her ass, didn’t you?”

Well, no secrets here. “Uh-huh.”

“You can have my ass next. And everything else.” Her eyes squinted and she leaned forward. “Wouldn’t you like to come play with me?”

In the car, she had teased me to pinch her. Instead I had touched her leg, far above her knee — and she had taken my hand and slid it up underneath her thigh-length denim skirt, with the frayed edges. My hand. Up her skirt. Between her legs, so soft.

The other girls looked in their mid-20s. But Leslie … so young!

My heartbeat raced.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Leslie leaned back, assuming a sultry gaze with her blue-green-shadowed eyes. Courtney, next to her, wasn’t even watching. “Eighteen,” Leslie said. “But I know I look fourteen to you.”

No way. I can’t do this.

Slowly I shook my head, but my pulsing blood told me otherwise. Imagine her, naked.

“But I’m a goddess.” Leslie stood and stretched, her pink top tightening against her breasts. “Fourteen. I am 14 only by human standards. What do you even know about the goddesses?” Now she stepped forward, swaying her hips and now moving her hands across her chest, then to her sides, tracing her curves. She stopped before me with her breasts inches from my stomach. “We’re not subject to any kind of rules here, even physics. You’ve seen that already.”

So sexy. So beautiful.

Leslie broke my silence. “You want me. I know you do.”

Now Courtney looked up and locked eyes with me. “She can only be herself, Seth. I can be anyone.”

I swallowed as I stared. Courtney was older. And even more magical. And with what she said she could do …

Then I looked down to Leslie’s young, gorgeous face. “Take me, Seth.” Her lips pursed, moist and soft. “Please. I know you’ll like me.”

Imagine her. Naked.

Leslie’s hands dropped to her skirt. She bent down the waist edge, revealing the top band of her white lace panties.

I had to have her. “Okay.”

Her face came alive and she squealed, jumped once, then slid around the couch, bare feet on the floor. I came after her and she went to another door, in the other wall — a smaller, thinner door. She turned the handle and it swung in, and I followed her in.

Leslie was behind me, and she closed the door. “My bedroom,” she said. It was very small, with a single pink-quilted bed, surrounded by bare, pale yellow walls that allowed about two feet of space to all sides. “It isn’t very big. It’s just petite and beautiful, like me.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You are,” I said.

“Oooooo,” Leslie cooed. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Absolutely.”

Now she fell silent, and smiled sweetly at me. Then her eyes narrowed. Her face took on the expression of a seductress.

“Stare at me,” Leslie said. “Don’t be nervous. I want you to see every bit of my young body.”

So I stared. Without saying a word.

Leslie was slender. Petite. Her delectable curves were outlined clearly under her pink, tank-top-like shirt and denim skirt. Her shirt’s neckline curved only half an inch above her ample breasts — they were large and round, tight under the thin fabric. The shirt’s bottom edge fell several inches above her waistline, revealing her trim midriff and deep navel. Her shapely hips rounded to the sides of her short skirt. Its ragged bottom edge ended just below her thighs and revealed bare, slender legs underneath. Bare feet.

Her face. Young and smooth, with blond hair almost to her shoulders, and blue eyes.

I just stared.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

Leslie smiled, her eyes turned downward. Almost shyly.

“You’re melting my heart,” she said, and then looked up. “And now. Wouldn’t you like to feel my heart?”

I swallowed. My mouth was dry. “Uh-huh.”

Leslie reached forward and took my hand. Her touch lingered.

She pressed my fingers to her neck. Warm skin.

Her breasts were only inches away. Leslie’s lips parted, widened her smile. Shining, white teeth under moist lips.

“Come on down,” Leslie said. “Under my shirt.”

Gently Leslie pushed my hand down. Under her tank top. My god. And over her bra and left breast. Warmth. Soft flesh, under thin lace fabric.

I did feel her heart beating. My own was thrashing wildly.

Leslie spoke in a near-whisper, “Touch my skin. Feel me.”

My fingers moved up and then under her bra cup. And my hand clasped around Leslie’s boob. Soft, round. Her nipple hardened, pointed and hot against my palm, and her other breast was also excited — I could tell even though her pink shirt and bra.

I stared at her upturned face, my hand not moving, just absorbing the warmth. Her shadowed eyelashes fluttered as her green eyes slid upward, staring at me, her mouth barely open.

My fingers wriggled over her breast. Beneath — I felt my penis bulging ever harder.

“Oh, yessss,” Leslie purred. “Squeeze my little tittie.”

I did.

Then Leslie’s lips narrowed. Now … I bent lower, my own mouth ready, and met her face. Our lips fastened together. Hers were small and dry, then she opened further and I felt the wetness. We kissed in and out. Clasp, clasp. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Oh, Seth.” Kiss. Then we pressed in again, tighter. My fingers squeezed Leslie’s breast and my other arm wrapped around her back, embracing her. Leslie’s lips wriggled in my grasp and she gasped in delight. “Ohhhh. Ohhh, mmm. Oh, yes, oh.”

With her body, she pushed toward me. I stepped backward, my hand still clasped over her breast. Then I felt the bed at the back of my legs and I sat down — her face followed me down and she leaned over, standing before me, her hands at my sides and embracing me. Her tongue drew back in and her lips closed for a long kiss, wetter and hotter then before. Savoring.

My lips pressed into hers, hard. Leslie’s sweet breath was all over me.

Then I broke off suddenly and slid my hand out of her bra and shirt.

I moved my hand down across her covered breasts, stroking her softly. I stroked her navel, then slid my fingers from left to right over her tight stomach.

Leslie’s neck bent lower. Her eyes were wide and she feigned an innocent expression.

“Seth, don’t you want to take off all my clothes now? Wouldn’t you like to see me nude?”

I nodded and Leslie retreated, still standing in front of me while I sat on the bed.

First, I pulled off my shirt, over my head and tossed it away. It hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

Leslie grasped the bottom edge of her pink shirt, as my eyes traveled up and down her long, slender bare legs.

“Do you like my legs?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“You do know that I’m going to take off my skirt for you today. I’m going to take off all my clothes.”

Leslie’s ass. Leslie’s vagina.

She pulled up her shirt, revealing more skin. Then she slid it past her white lace bra.

“Do you want to peel off my tight, wet little panties?” Leslie asked. Her eyes gazed into mine and I halted, leaving her pink shirt bunched up by her neck. I stared at her face, transfixed. She spoke, never losing that sweet, innocent smile, just above her crumpled shirt above her breasts.

“After you do that, you’ll see my tight, young little pussy,” she said. “And it’s wet. Just for you.”

Both breasts protruded toward me from inside her bra cups.

“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” Leslie laughed gently, batting her eyelashes. “Then you will want to lick my pussy and suck it. Riiiight?”

She waited for my answer.

“You want me to suck you?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Please.” Leslie’s hands came down. She spread her fingers across her hips, then slid them up past her waist and bare midriff. Quietly she grasped the shirt at her neck. Without a word, Leslie slipped it up over her head … her hair came loose from it and she let it fall behind her.

“Put your tongue right between my legs, and I’ll cum on you,” Leslie said. “Then I’ll get your big, hard cock. And we’ll put it in my pussy, and you’ll push it in, deep, and wet, and you’ll fuck that young wet pussy.” She sighed, her blue eyes drifted upward. “Oh yes. Long and hard. And over and over.”

“God …” I gasped. “Quit — quit talking dirty.” She made my entire body blazing hot for her. I reached around her. She was almost completely topless, and so small and so slender, and so sexy.

I slid my fingers across her bare back and felt blind for her bra clasp.

 “You really want me not to talk dirty?” Her eyes teased.

“N … no. Keep going.”

Leslie smiled sweetly. “I will. Do you want to see my titties, Seth? My soft, luscious boobs? And my nipples are sticking straight out. Did you know? Hard with lust. Lusting for you to touch them.”

I had the clasp, but Leslie gently slid my hands aside. “I can undress myself,” she told me.

My entire body shivered with excitement. Slowly my arms came back from around her and she stepped closer, arms bending. She slipped her fingers up through the shoulder straps.

Then Leslie’s bra fell forward, revealing her breasts.

I grinned wide.

Slender, pale young breasts. Dark red nipples contrasted sharply with the white of her skin and poked out. Hard. Aroused.

Leslie gave a little smile as she looked down to herself. Her hands reached up and she clasped each one, groping herself, sighing as she stepped slightly forward.

“Do you liiiiiike my young little titties?”

 “My god, Leslie.”

Leslie moved forward. She sat down to my right, her hands stroking herself as she looked down. My right arm stretched across her neck and I ran my fingers through her long hair, just watching her; then I squeezed her shoulder, brushed my fingers across her back and neck.

With my left hand I reached over. Leslie faced me with a sweet, narrow-eyed, wide-mouthed innocent smile, squeezing both her boobs as she thrust herself forward, offering them to me.

She let go, and I stroked her evenly, gently. I cupped her right breast with one hand, then moved my other arm from behind her back and faced her head-on. Leslie turned, brought both legs onto the bed as she faced me directly, flipping her hair out of her eyes.

I carefully pinched and rubbed her breasts. Fingered both nipples. Groped her slender orbs of flesh.

“Mmmmm.” Her eyes closed. “Oh, that feels so good. Ooooh, yes.”

“You like it when I rub your breasts?”

“I like.”

I smiled, leaned forward, and Leslie met me halfway for another quick kiss.

Then she leaned back, and just let me pet her.

Leslie sighed. She licked her lips. Her eyes closed. Her hands rested on her thighs.

Then as I groped her, my eyes wandered down to her thighs. Her denim miniskirt, riding high on her bare hips, still shielded my view of the space between her legs.

Now Leslie’s hand slid across to her navel. And lower. Her fingers toyed with the waist of her skirt, and slipped just barely underneath.

I gave both breasts a gentle, firm squeeze.

“Ooooohhh,” Leslie breathed, as her eyes slowly opened to focus on mine. “Oh, yes.”

“Do you want me to touch something else now?” I asked.

I kept rubbing her as her eyes pinched shut, her chin raised.

“Mmm, yesss,” she purred. “Let me take off my skirt and then my panties.”

Finally, I managed to let go. Again Leslie stood before me, now squeezing her own right breast with her fingers. With her other hand, she lifted up her short, edge-frayed denim skirt.

Her panties were there. Thin white lace, like her bra. The edges curved down from her waist around her slender thighs and dove deep between her legs.

I reached to her. Touched her thighs near her panty lines. Smooth, soft skin. I stroked my hands up and down. Then I reached up, under her skirt’s waistline, and found the waist of Leslie’s panties. Elastic. Leslie let go of her skirt and it fell over my hands. I pulled down her panties.

They slid easily down her upper legs, but I didn’t see what was underneath. Not yet.

Leslie bent one knee up. One leg out. Then the other.

I brought her little panties to my face and pressed them close to my nose. Feeling the soft lace, I breathed in the scent of her body. Then laid them aside, and leaned forward.

Leslie gazed at me, eyes round and shining, mouth in a line, feigning complete innocence.

Just as she thrust her hip to the right and raised up her skirt with both hands, fully exposing herself.

A tiny, pale vagina. No hair. And glistening inside. Leslie was already wet.

I reached forward, brushed her inner thigh and Leslie giggled with the touch. One finger extended, and I touched her vagina.

“Ooooh-oooh!” Leslie giggled. “Oh, that is niiiiiice.”

She stepped forward, pushing closer to my hand’s advances between her legs.

I stroked her, first with one finger, then more. Leslie was hot and wet. Her little parts were trembling, slick with her juice.

Thin, sheen-covered folds of skin. Two fingers now. I tickled her vagina and she giggled again.

“Mmmm, please,” Leslie said. “I want a blowjob from you. Will you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?”

I looked up. Leslie staring down to me, eyelids half-closed. Her mouth was twisted in a sexy teenage half-frown, teeth just visible.

“Take — take your skirt off all the way,” I told her. “Do that first.”

Leslie’s lips tightened into a grin. She stepped back and dropped her skirt over her naked pelvis. Then she swayed her hips from side to side … and that alone made me almost blow my load in my pants.

Still strutting, she grasped the skirt’s bottom edges. With a mischievous grin, she slipped the skirt down over her slender hips. Then lower. There was her lower midriff. Then her tiny, moisture-filled slit.

Leslie’s skirt slid to the floor and she pranced out of it. She weaved her body before me, her arms held high over her head. A striptease dance.

Incredible. She was so small and petite. Long, blond hair; pale, slender breasts with perky red nipples, jiggling over her thin stomach; curved hips, and long, delicious legs. My gaze roved her, searching everywhere, savoring the sight.

 “Oh Leslie. Oh my god.”

There came that innocent smile, as if this were perfectly normal, displaying herself for me this way. “I’m nude for you now, Seth. Just like I said.” Leslie grinned at me seductively as she thrust her bare breasts only inches from my face. “And you liiiike my slender, luscious young body, don’t you?”

“I …” My mouth moved; I couldn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to dance for you?”

My god. “Turn around.”

Leslie grinned and twisted, and bent forward, aiming her ass back to me. Then she jiggled. Her cheeks pointed daringly back to me, tiny and round, with tight, pale skin.

I reached forward and slid my hands across her buttocks. Then I probed her crack with my finger, and slowly let my hand fall.

Leslie turned around, showing me her vagina again.

She bent to the side, swaying her body sexily, her hair falling to one shoulder and then to the other side as she weaved. “Mmmm. You’re thinking about what it will feel like to put your cock into me, aren’t you?”

So small! “Could I … could I even fit in there?”

“I don’t know.” Leslie grinned. “I haven’t seen your cock yet, so I don’t know. Show me your cohhhck, Seth.”

I unfastened my belt, pulled it out and she took it from me and dropped it somewhere. Then I unbuttoned my shorts. Leslie leaned close, her expression curious, but eagerness was in her eyes. So close. Completely nude, her naked body leaned over, hair cascading behind her shoulders. Her hands touched mine, stopping me.

Then Leslie grasped my shorts waist and pulled down quickly. I raised myself from the bed and let her get them halfway off, then, brought up my feet and she let them drop to the floor.

I sat once more, and my knees were over the bed. Leslie stared at me, eying my penis, bulging inside my underwear.

“My, aren’t you big.” Her blue eyes lifted toward mine.

Then Leslie slid down on top of me. Our faces met and we kissed, long and wet. My hand slid down over her breasts and stomach and felt her wet vagina.

Her body trembled as I slid my fingers into her slick crack. Leslie thrust her groin forward. “Ooooh,” she slurred with a giggle.

Would you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?

I moved out from under Leslie, then grasped her waist with both hands, pushed her back.

The thought of actually doing this was beyond belief.

I said it: “Leslie.”

Her hands hung limp at her hips and she frowned in mock disappointment. “Mmm, why won’t you touch me again? Put your fingers on my pussy.”

“Would you like … me to suck you instead?”

Leslie’s eyes snapped open. She stared at me. “Yes.”

“I want to give you that blowjob now.”

“Ohhhh, yesss!” Leslie shrieked, giggling, then slid her body against my right side and fell back on the bed. Her legs shoved herself further up, her head on the pillows. Then her legs pressed together and she writhed her midsection with glee.

I positioned my head over her.

“Oh, won’t you suck me?” Leslie breathed. “Please, suck me hard.”

I breathed, my face only inches from her vagina. “I will.”

“Won’t you do your best?” Leslie continued, plaintively. “Won’t you make me really, really wet?”

“I will.”

Leslie’s legs spread wide. Deep, red. Glistening wet. “Mmmmm.” Her hand came down and she rubbed herself, just above her thin, small slit.

I bent in, my feet protruding over the bed’s edge. My penis throbbed, still trapped in my underwear.

Finally my tongue extended toward her. I bent lower. And touched Leslie’s wet flesh. So hot, and slippery with her juices. A familiar taste, from when I had licked Melinda. Now I gave oral sex to Leslie, poking my tongue into her crack, penetrating deep, tasting her.

“Ohh, oh, oh, oh … yes, yes, yesss, yessss!” Leslie twitched, jerking her legs. My eyes opened and I stared at her from beneath — a lateral view of her slender stomach and gorgeous, quivering titties with ripe red nipples. She stared down at me, her mouth wide open as she groaned. “Ohhh, suck me, Seth. Don’t take it easy on me just because I’m a girl. Oh, I’m a girl, and I’m nude for you, and I want to feel goooooooood.”

I licked her harder. Damn, she was turning me on.

“Ohhhh, now spit on me,” Leslie murmured. “Make me wet.”

I let my saliva drool over her. Then with my finger I rubbed it in.

“Ohhh, yes, yes. Now lick me. Lick my little pussy. Don’t stop.”

I tongued her more quickly, pushing further between her legs, my saliva gooshing against her wet skin. I had been hunching over her; now I lay on the bed on my stomach, pushing my penis hard against my groin — I shifted to the side as I buried my lips into Leslie’s vagina and groaned with the sensations of her wetness, heat and shivering skin.

My left hand reached down to squeeze my own penis through my underwear. Then I returned my hands to her, resting on her inner thighs and then pressing to the side, I spread her pussy wider open.

“Ohhh, yesss,” Leslie breathed. “Ohhhh. Oooohhhh.”

Her midsection jerked upward and instantly I pushed my tongue in deeper.

Leslie shrieked out and her body spasmed — “MMMM!” She almost seemed to thrash about, crying out in heaving gasps. Orgasm. Liquid flowed from her pussy, spilling onto my lips.

“Oh my god, oh, god … oh, my pussy.”

I had given her an orgasm.

I stared at Leslie from beneath. Then I rolled my eyes upward and focused on her face. “Unnnghh,” I groaned, salivating all over, between her legs. Leslie’s mouth widened with excitement, gaping just like her pussy …

Leslie jerked again. Climaxing. “Ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes oh yes!” I sucked her now, pulling the juice out of her, then letting it back out, streaking her inner thighs and legs with it. “Ohhhh, yes!” I extended two fingers and stuck them into her. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!” — and my fingers penetrated her, in and out, in and out, repeatedly, not stopping …

Leslie spasmed again. “Oh my god! Oh … that … feels … so … GOOD!”

Her inner thighs jerked and Leslie almost rolled to the side, crying out, breathing hard, almost wheezing in her throat. I kept finger-penetrating her, in and out, bringing more juices and more spasms. I felt her legs draw together over my back, the balls of her feet just over my backside … I looked back and saw her toes crossing tightly together.

I pulled my fingers out, leaned back in and licked her again.

“OOOOHHH!” Leslie cried. Her body flailed, her legs crossed over my butt, I kept licking her pussy, wet tongue sliding over every part of her, then up to the top, bringing saliva and her cum almost up to her navel … then back down for another penetration.

Leslie was quiet. Her body stilled. Her breathing slowed.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Ohhh.”

I moved my head up. “Did you like that?”

She barely grinned, eyes halfway open. “I like. Ohhhh, my god. Oh I like. Mmmmm.”

“Do you … want some more?”

“Mmmm.” Leslie’s eyes closed, dreamily. “Maybe laterrrr.” Her legs uncrossed and she scooted her upper body upward. I watched her cum dripping and draining onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she moved, then her neck strained forward, lips open. “Kiss me.”

I moved up next to her and groped her breasts, found her mouth with mine and our lips locked together. Leslie’s face ground into mine. “Mmmm.” Warm breath, all over me. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Ohh, yes.”

http://www.sexstoriespost.com/main/?m=submit#_msocom_1" name="_msoanchor_1">[ESB1] Leslie retreated, eyes locked with mine, mouth open and breathing evenly as I squeezed her breasts. Her eyelashes fluttered. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.

I swallowed. “What?”

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

I must have been nodding. “Uh-huh …”

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

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

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

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

She was in just the right position for …

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

My god! “Do you want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

My god …

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

“Ahhh-haaaahhh.”

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

I ERUPTED!

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

 “Aungh — aungh — AUNGH!” I groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ye — yes,” I gasped.

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

“Oh. Oh, Leslie … oh, yes.”

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

“Oh, yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

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

I felt I would almost pass out from the thrill.

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

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

“Oh my god, Leslie.”

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

I nodded. “I … I … yes.”

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

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

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

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

I felt the energy return and pulled away.

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“N … no.”

“I’m a goddess, Seth.”

“Yes, but you’re not able to …”

Her eyebrows came down. “Yes, I am.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?”

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. She was incredible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, try again,” Leslie mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Leslie moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh, yessss …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YESSS!”

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

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

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

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

“Ooo, here we go,” she whispered.

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

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair was flying, breasts jiggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Leslie …”

“Do you like playing with my parts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap! — harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, Seth?”

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

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

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

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

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

“Did you like me?”

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

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

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

I sighed. “I’m spent … although I know you can fix that.”

Her smile grew wider, sluttier. “I can.”

“But what else is there to do?”

Her head tilted to the side and she frowned. “Well, you’ve forgotten my butt.” She let go of my penis and drew herself up on her knees, stretching her whole little body … “I told you before you took on Ashley that I could take you in my behind.”

“Are you … are you sure?”

Leslie’s face turned and she bent down quickly, I opened my mouth and took her lips and she sucked on my mouth, face grinding forward into mine … and the vigor shuddered through me. Ready for more!

Leslie jumped down off me and got further down on the bed … I watched and then scrambled forward as she turned her legs around and bent down, stomach-first, and she drew herself up onto her knees with her ass protruding straight at me.

“Now.” She twisted her body, grinding her cheeks back and forth, only feet away. Cum dripped from her front. “Won’t you please come and put your cock into my back door?”

 “Are … you’re sure?”

Leslie smacked her lips and shot an innocent look my way. “I just want to know how it feels. Please?”

No further questions. I bounced down to her and landed on my knees, then Leslie turned upward on her waist, bracing herself with one arm. I stared down at her ass as a pair of her fingers slipped up between her legs, greased with cum. She rubbed it upward, into her crack, then her asshole.

Leslie bent back down onto the bed, leaning on her hands and protruding her ass. Then she wiggled her hips and my breath caught in my throat just from looking.

“Oh, Leslie, you have a great little ass.”

“Try it, Seth.” Again Leslie jiggled herself. “Put your penis up my ass. It won’t hurt.”

I got up above her, ran my fingers across her back and braced myself there. Then aimed my lengthening penis at her ass, pre-cum already dangling from my glands.

Then I pushed. The slippery head slid down through her crack and then touched her hole. I pushed more. It slipped in a little and Leslie shuddered and screamed, “Oh, my GOD!”

I halted. “What …”

“Oh, that feels …” Leslie’s breath drew in. “It feels so good.”

My hands reached around her back and grasped her breasts, and then one of her hands wrapped around mine on her right boob. I pushed my cock into Leslie’s tight ass, lubricated by the cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER!

“Ooooohh, yessss,” she moaned.

I let go of her left breast and moved back to squeeze her hip.

“Ahh-haaaaahhhh,” Leslie breathed. “Oh, my god, I’m a little ass-fucking slut.”

“You like me … up your ass?”

 “Oh, god, yes. Fuck me.” She swallowed and her butt wriggled. “Please, fuck me!”

I was all the way in and Leslie’s hips ground backward. I drew back, then penetrated again, and exploded into her ass … “Ohhh, yessss!” and I pumped in and out as she screamed, I clutched her breast and slapped her hip, harder and harder, riding Leslie from behind, and her begging for more.

 

(Continued from http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/49/14759.html"> face="Verdana">The Goddesses of Sex - part 2: Ashley ...)

robe, and looked around.  I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nothing that would cause the bugs to stop their usual symphony.  I was about to turn and go back inside when I saw something like a shadow move quickly out of the corner of my eye.  I did a little double-take, looking around again.  I realized my heart was pounding.  I quickly dismissed the shadow telling myself it was a cat or something, and went back inside.

            I live alone now, my girlfriend moved out about a month ago.  It wasn’t much of a relationship.  I guess we just didn’t love each other enough to keep going.  I wasn’t too sad to see her go.  I walked into the kitchen to put away my glass.  I was looking out of the window I have above the sink.  Suddenly I got that feeling that I was being watched.  The hairs on my neck went up.  I looked around outside, but all I saw were the trees being swayed by the wind.  I went up stairs to get ready for bed, trying to escape that eerie feeling.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I wasn’t look forward to it.  I walk to my bathroom forgetting about what I felt downstairs, replacing it with the loathing I had for tomorrow.  I turned on there water in the shower and walked back to the mirror, shedding my robe and hanging it on the hook.  I studied myself.  I had taken up running again, trying to get back in shape, and it was paying off.  I had just about got my six-pack back.  I smiled to myself, satisfied.  The water had warmed up by the time I had finished brushing my teeth. I finish my shower, toweled off and went strait to bed.  It wasn’t long before I was asleep; it had been a long day. 

            I awoke.  I blinked at my clock trying to focus my eyes.  12:33.  I’ve only been asleep an hour.  My stomach tightened.  There was someone in my room with me.  I turned and saw a small outline.  The person was thin, about five feet ten inches tall.  They were standing their watching me at the foot of my bed. 

            “Who are you!?” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I reached quickly for my pistol that I kept in the night sand beside my bed.  A hand stopped mine.  How did she move that fast.  Now that she was closer I could see that it was in fact a girl, a beautiful girl.  She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties.  She had long jet black hair that reached the top of her back.  Her eyes were some wonderful shade of green that looked like they were on fire. She had a great body, and her grip was surprisingly strong.  My heart was pounding.  At first I was scarred to see someone sneak into my room but now it was pounding because of something else.  A million questions ran through my head. Who was she?  Why was she here?  How did she get in?  What was she doing?  What did she plan on doing with me?  I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, it was like I was in a trance.  Her grip loosened and I made no attempt to get my gun.  Her right hand moved around and caressed the back of my head.  Her touch electrified me.  She brought my head close to hers, and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I couldn’t think strait enough to question it.  I just soaked it all up.  Our tongues danced in each others mouths as she pushed me down on my bed.  She straddled me and began to rub my cock through the sheets.  I was hard as a rock now.  She moved her hand underneath the sheets and started pumping me.  I removed her skin tight top she had been wearing.  She hadn’t been wearing any bra under her top.  I began to caress her breast with both hands she moaned softly into my mouth.  She took off her bottom and I threw away my covers.  We embraced, it felt so good just touching her.  Our lips locked again, and with her right hand she took my cock and guided me in her. She threw her head back and moaned as she took me all in. Her pussy was so tight and wet with her juices.  She began to bounce up and down, fucking me faster and faster.  She rubbed and squeezed her tits as she fucked, moaning and screaming.  I rolled her to her back and began pounding her with everything I had.

            “Oh, YES! Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”  I was completely enthralled with her.  She arched her back suddenly and I felt all her muscles tense as she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.  Then she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails dug deep into my back.  It hurt, but I could care less at that point.  She threw herself into my thrusts, matching my pace, and she began moaning more and more.  I knew she was close and I was too.  I started fucking her faster and even harder.  Her moans turned to screams again and I found myself screaming as well.  At first I thought to pull out, but she pulled me in with her powerful legs.  I came inside her.  Load after load was shot into her vagina, and I just kept cumming.  Finally I was out.  I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath, watching this beautiful vixen lying there panting.  Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.  I leaned forward and our lips met again in a fiery passionate kiss.  I realized my back was bleeding from her clawing.  I was growing tired suddenly, too tired. I broke the kiss to say something but all I could do was catch my breath.  She began to kiss and bite my neck, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and then, nothing…

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

…The Changes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl with purple streaks let out a loud sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was about five minutes later when Jessica orgasmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In her hands, was a large cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A little later, Ericka stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continued...

partner, annoyed. The guy who was choking him frowned and drew his fist back at head level. Rhys closed his eyes and whimpered, but the guy paused. There was a yelp as the partner flew like a rag doll into the wall and landed awkwardly on a cluster of grimy trash cans.

“What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” said the mugger, dropping Rhys and turning around. Rhys fell to the floor gasping and massaged his burning neck. The stranger who had thrown the mugger’s partner said nothing, just walked swiftly forward. The mugger threw a punch but the stranger caught it in mid-air, twisted the arm around and punched hard under the mugger’s ribs. The criminal doubled over in pain and screamed, and then the stranger kicked him in the stomach sending him flying five metres through the air and crashing into the alley wall. He didn’t get up. The partner, lying amongst garbage, could have gotten up but intelligently chose not to.

The stranger strode up to Rhys and held out his hand. As Rhys looked up it seemed the face was bordered by a golden halo, in fact a street lamp across the road. Rhys took the hand and was hauled gently to his feet. His saviour was slightly taller than himself but extremely bulky and with a sizable belly. But beneath the fat was obviously hidden muscle. He was also probably the same age. A mouth below short brown hair and dark green eyes asked, “Are you okay?”

Rhys nodded stupidly. He was still groggy from the choking.
“It looks like they got you pretty bad,” the stranger gently brushed some blood off the blonde’s forehead. “You should come back to my place, I’ll patch you up,” said the stranger. Rhys nodded vaguely as the teenager put a beefy arm around him for support and led him down the street.
“What’s your name, by the way?”
“Rhys,” he answered breathlessly, still a little weak.
“I’m Kirby.”
Kirby’s place was small but nice. All the basics were there and the walls were done up in a pleasant blue. The two were in the bathroom, Kirby cleaning Rhys’ bare and scrawny chest with a damp cloth.

“It’s a good thing I got there when I did. Those guys were serious, you’re lucky they didn’t do any more damage.” He briefly pointed to the bruises on Rhys’ chest and neck, and the small cut on his forehead. Rhys was grateful for all the help this otherwise complete stranger was giving him. He had saved his life after all. The smaller teenager’s mind flicked back to the fight, and the two muggers flying through the air.
“How did you that?” Rhys asked, “Throw those guys like that, no one is that strong.”
Kirby ducked his head and smiled. “I’m a werewolf,” was the simple answer. He sounded slightly embarrassed.
“A werewolf,” Rhys repeated blankly.
“I know how it sounds, but it’s true. Super-strength, heightened senses, howling at the moon, the works.” He held out his hand. Before Rhys’ eyes the hand grew, sprouted grey thick grey hair and claws, then quickly melted back into pink human flesh. “See?”
“Wow.” Rhys blinked. He was willing to believe. He grinned, “That was cool. But I thought werewolves only changed at full moon.”
“No, I can change whenever I want. Except full moon, then I’ve got no choice.” Kirby looked away for a second, as if deciding something. He turned back to Rhys and said, “I want to show you something.” Kirby led him from the bathroom to a large metal door.
“What’s in there?” asked Rhys, only a little suspicious.
“My bedroom.”
Inside was bare, with only a double bed in one corner and a large dog basket in the other. Rhys thought it was cute. He noticed with a shock that the entire room was padded. The walls, floor and even the ceiling was covered with soft white sponge. He thought about it for a while and decided it made sense. Maybe he didn’t have much control during full moon. Then he remembered why Kirby had brought him here.
“So, what is it exactly you want to show me?” There was a loud crack as the back of Kirby’s hand caught Rhys violently under the chin sending him crashing against the padded wall. Rhys looked up in terror and confusion as Kirby grabbed him by the neck and held him up. Rhys scrabbled at the lycan’s arm to no avail.
“I couldn’t believe my luck, stumbling across a cute, helpless little thing like you.” Kirby pressed him into the wall and growled a low and hungry sound. He brought his face close to Rhys’ ear and smelled his hair, and the sweat and the fear. “I’ve always wanted a little puppy for myself,” he snarled.
Rhys trembled with terror; he had walked right into a werewolf’s lair. “Are you going to eat me?” he managed to squeak. Kirby laughed.
“I don’t eat humans, besides,” he slowly licked the nape of Rhys’ neck, “You’re much too tasty for that.” Still holding Rhys against the wall with one hand, Kirby used his other to rip the black singlet he wore from his bulky body. “No, I know just what to do with you.” With his free hand, the werewolf removed his victim’s belt and jeans, and tossed them aside. He grabbed and stroked the bulge in Rhys’ underwear. A single claw grew from his index finger, and with one slash the jocks fell to the floor.
Rhys whimpered as he finally realised what was going to happen.
“Oh, god no. Please, don’t do this,” he begged. The clawed finger pressed firmly against his lips.
“Shhh. Don’t make this more difficult for yourself,” said Kirby quietly. “The more you cooperate, the less it will hurt.”
“Christ, please...” his begs were cut short as the lycan took his trembling cock in his mouth, and he began to moan. Though still terrified, Rhys couldn’t help but enjoy the tongue that swirled over his dick, and squeaking every time very sharp teeth skimmed over his delicate flesh. A few seconds later and he was completely hard. But Kirby dropped him suddenly putting an end to the experience.
With nothing holding him back, Rhys instantly crawled to the door. It wouldn’t open. He shook and hit it, all the while mumbling piteously to himself. Meanwhile, Kirby calmly took off his black pants and underwear, revealing a hard penis, and walked over to Rhys, smiling darkly to himself. He grabbed the boy by the shoulders, turned him around and forced him down, and thrust his cock into his mouth.
Eyes wide in fear, Rhys gagged on the sudden invasion, but Kirby held his head in place and roughly crammed his length repeatedly down the poor boys throat. As Rhys was skull raped all he could do was take it, and cry. Kirby began to moan and growl as his dick slid in and out of the blonde’s choking mouth, pre-cum dribbling down the boy’s throat. He came quickly, and forced Rhys’ lips right to the base of his cock as the big load spurted into his skull. Cum shot straight into Rhys’ belly but also tried to escape out of his mouths, spraying out of the corners of his lips.
“Eat it!” Kirby ordered as he released Rhys into a fit of coughing. “Lick it all up.” Rhys just wanted to curl into the foetal position, but he did as he was told and licked up all cum from the floor, himself, and Kirby’s large belly.
“Now the real fun begins,” said Kirby. Rhys lay on the floor and shook. A deep rumble came from Kirby’s chest. His whole body grew in every direction. Grey fur covered his entire naked frame. His face grew into a snarling snout and his ears moved to the top of his head.
“Oh fuck,” Rhys whimpered. The werewolf was huge. Ten feet tall with huge log-like limbs and a massive rippling belly that could have easily accommodated two large children. But when Rhys saw what was between the hairy legs his normally pale complexion went even whiter. Two testicals the size of cricket balls hung behind a rock hard cock that was easily fifteen inches long and four inches thick.
The transformed Kirby seized Rhys under the armpits and carried him to the bed. The blonde struggled and squirmed, terrified for his life and begging all the while.
“Please no! Oh, god no!” he screamed, “It’ll kill me! You’ll fucking kill me!”
The lycan brought the struggling mess to eye level and roared. Rhys fell silent.
“I’ll be careful,” said the grating baritone voice. Then he began to laugh. He slammed the whimpering teenager face down on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge and held his thin white arms spread eagled with his own dreadful claws. Kirby kicked Rhys’ legs apart for better access and aimed his gargantuan appendage at the tiny little butt-hole before him.
“Shit, please don’t. Please don’t hurt me! No one’s ever... You’ll fucking kill me!” cried Rhys as he struggled futilely at the monster’s iron grip. The wolf roared with laughter.
“So, you have a virgin ass. Even better! And don’t worry; I won’t break you, my little puppy.” Then, without protection, without lubricant and without mercy, Kirby plunged his huge cock into Rhys’ rectum. Rhys screamed in agony as he felt it spear his prostate and stretch his innards to the extreme. Snarling in pleasure and joy, the lycan buried his fifteen inch meat right up to the hilt with his big hairy balls rubbing against lily white butt cheeks.
The ten foot wolf breathed deeply. He could feel every crease and bump, every movement and twitch that was inside his puppy. He felt the rectum and sphincter and intestines stretch almost to bursting to accommodate his monster penis. But then he withdrew his cock all the way to the head, and began to thrust fast, violent, and above all uncontrolled thrusts, and grunting each time he violated Rhys’ insides a little further.
All Rhys could do was scream. Tears of agony streamed down his face as his little ass was stretched, and the friction burnt his insides, as the intense slamming pressure forced itself upwards one thrust after the other, raping him like a steel piston. He couldn’t form words or even struggle against the grip of the werewolf, all he knew was the pain in his backside and screaming.
Kirby was having the time of his life. He fucked the thin teenager as wild and as fast as he could. It wasn’t long before he felt the cum swirling from his testicals to the base of his penis. With a terrifying howl he orgasmed, his first shot shooting a stream of sperm deep into his puppy’s belly. Rhys felt the hot liquid filling his insides like a high pressure hose; he thought it would never stop. But after almost ten seconds the stream did stop. Then with a snarl came Kirby’s second shot which sprayed out of Rhys’ crack and smothered the belly of the wolf.
After six more mighty shots Kirby was finally done. With a contented growl he withdrew from the boy and released his arms; he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Kirby then lowered his snout and began to lick his own seed from Rhys’ red raw butt cheeks and hole.
Rhys shivered as the coarse tongue drew across his buttocks and wormed its way inside his entrance, sucking the hot cum out of his body. Although a painless experience, his rear end still burnt and stung from the rape. And while the werewolf was no longer holding him down, he saw no point in trying to escape. His body was paralysed with fear and pain; the pitiful teenager could not have run even if he tried. He prayed and hoped that this was the end and that the monster had finished with him. But no such fate was in his grasp.
There was an odd crunching noise as Kirby returned to his human form. He smiled and watched the blonde breath slowly in and out, eyes wide in terror. The half-breed reached under his bed and pulled out a plastic box. Inside were his toys. He decided to go with something simple and removed three twelve inch dildos, placing them on the bed. He leapt into the air and belly-flopped onto Rhys, crushing the thin boy under his large girth.
Rhys gasped for breath as Kirby whispered into his ear, “You know what the very best part about being a werewolf is? You never get tired.” With that he jumped off his prisoner, grabbed a dildo and crammed it into his own fat ass with a load grunt. His bum easily and hungrily swallowed the complete length of the plastic toy. Then, moving with surprising normality for someone with twelve inches of rubber inside his crack, he pushed his human nob into the target before him and began to rape Rhys in the butt again, but slower this time with even more powerful thrusts. He fucked him with a sense of purpose.
As a human, Kirby’s penis was smaller, almost half the size than what he originally stuck Rhys with. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Rhys screamed until his lungs ached, and thrashed his arms as his dominator held down his back with strong hands and repeatedly pushed into him.
Without warning Kirby stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in rectum. He took one of the two remaining dildos, rubbed some slippery cum on it and lined it up with Rhys’ crack, just beneath his own penis. Slowly he pushed the huge dildo into his puppy’s hole with his dick already firmly inside. He gasped in pleasure as the muscles in the blonde’s body tensed and tightened at the new intrusion, tightening around his meat.
Rhys screamed louder as his butt was stretched to new extremes even more painful and impossible than when the wolf was inside him.
Kirby sighed when the dildo was in as far as it could go.
“The fun isn’t over yet, little puppy.” Kirby squirmed his own butt cheeks together to stimulate the dildo inside of him, then took a deep breath and changed. He became a werewolf yet again but this time with a dildo up his ass and his dick in a thin little human who also had a dildo in him at the same time. He roared in ecstasy and pounded into the puny teenager, his fat shaft constantly squeezed and massaged by hole he was raping to oblivion. His yellow eye caught the final dildo. Licking his chops, he took the toy and roughly crammed it up his ass to join the other that rested inside of him.
Rhys had finally stopped screaming. He was beyond pain. He just took sharp, urgent breaths as the lycan behind him fucked him like never before. Rhys had felt the monster growing inside of him, filling up his insides like a stuffed chicken. But then something had happened and now there was no pain, only a strange sensation of intense pressure and the mind-numbing fear that he would never escape. Rhys was conscious enough to notice something even more disturbing. He was horrified to realise that he was getting hard. He was being raped by a ten foot wolf monster with a fifteen inch penis, and his brain was sending messages to his dick telling it that this was a good thing. So he did the only reasonable thing under the circumstances: he started to masturbate.
Kirby grinned as he felt the familiar tingling in his cock. His massive nuts tightened as he shot a load of cum so powerful that Rhys was blasted off his member like a rocket and slammed against the padded wall. His fantastic orgasm ended and the stream of molten hot jiz slowed to a dribble. He changed into a human and collapsed on the floor, gasping. After a few lungful of air he stood and walked to where Rhys lay, shaking. The dildo had been flushed out of the teenager’s ass by the torrent of cum and now lay harmlessly on the bed.
Inside Kirby’s toy box was a thin, leather collar. He fixed it to Rhys’ neck. He then picked up the unresisting male with one arm, walked to the far wall and opened a concealed panel behind the padding. Inside was a metal cage about two metres squared. He put Rhys inside and locked the cage door. Kirby wandered back to his bed, paused to remove one of the dildos from his sizable ass, and climbed into bed deciding he would get the other dildo out later. He looked at Rhys in his cage and smiled.
“You did well, my little puppy,” said the werewolf, evilly. “Now get some sleep. You’re going to need lots of energy for tomorrow morning. And tomorrow evening. And every single day after that.”

c barrier between her and the teller to the left. “Can’t be an Evil Goddess and look like this.”
She blinked and an ornate mirror appeared on the wall beside her. Ignoring her current customer, the stupid, slow bitch who was holding everyone up, Kerry pondered for a moment. Lank brown hair. No. Muddy eyes with no particular colour. Those will be soooo gone. Chunky body even after all he trips to the gym, you are voted off the island. Stubby legs? Don’t even waste my time.
“Teller,” whined the slow bitch, “I’m ready now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” replied Kerry, not even bothering to look. “You just had to get into the line right away and waste everybody’s time here, didn’t you? Well, you are going to have be much more accommodating of other people in the future.”
“Excuse me?”
Kerry took the time to glace at the woman, then decided to go for a full scale evil glare. “There are no excuses for people like you. Be grateful that I don’t just kill you where you stand.” She reached out and tore the withdrawal slip from the slowpoke. “$120? You’re wasting my time with this? The way you’re dressed, I figured . . . well, let’s fix that.”
Zash! The woman’s expensive ensemble got cheap, fast. Bright colors, too tight, too short, and too trashy—just perfect to stand out on a dark street, when you were standing out on a dark street. “Eew. That’s a better fit for the likes of you.”
“What?”
“Shut up.” The woman’s mouth kept moving, but no more annoying noises came out. She stopped and stared, stunned.
“As for the rest of you,” Kerry yelled, “Nothing strange happening over here. Go about your pathetic, miserable little lives. And make sure you’ve filled out all of the forms while waiting.
“OK. Now you look the part. I looked already so don’t you argue or protest. You haven’t done anything to deserve nice clothes like that. You’re already practically a prostitute, trading your looks for stuff like a rich husband. I mean I’ve worked. I have a job. I go to the gym. Who do you think you are? You want a hundred and twenty bucks? Go earn it!”
As the whorishly clad woman turned, robotically, to leave, Kerry said, “I don’t like your hair.”
Poof! Bleach blonde hair frizzed out of control. “And I like that even less. Have a nice day!”
It occurred to Kerry that the bitch might have problems negotiating any sort of payment for her services now that she couldn’t talk, but, Oh well.
“Back to me.” She fixed the next person in line with her band new dazzling ice blue stare. “I’ll be with you in a moment, sir. I’m sure you know how to amuse yourself in the meantime.”
Whether he waddled off in embarrassment over masturbating uncontrollably in public or because his dick stopped swelling and hardening at exactly Pi inches wasn’t information Kerry cared enough about to bother looking. She was busy with the mirror and adjusting her hair. The next person in line took the hint and waited.
With a completely unnecessary finger gesture, her brown hair darkened and dazzlingly blue eyes stared back at her as she tilted her head. With another gesture, the mirror showed her from the back. The midnight black sheet of hair ran down into a nice, cleanly cut arc, then it curled slightly into a thick, lustrous mane and climbed upwards her shoulders.
She tried a blonde Farah Fawcet cut next, but blonde looked best, in a short bob, piled atop her head, or running down to her ass.
“Blonde’s for extremists anyway,” she said, returning to absolute black falling in waves across her back. It went better with her eyes. “Not that I can’t change those whenever I want. I’ll have to fuck a few guys as a blonde to see if it really is any better.
“OK. Next, the boobs. Do I want supermodel breasts or porn star tits?” While deciding, Kerry served another client—after all, why not? It was mind-numbing work and gave her plenty of time to think. It was where she’d come up with most of the sexy stories she’d written but never gotten up the courage to post online. That changed tonight. Not that she was going to post the stories, hell no. She was going to start living them.
“What the fuck. I’m evil, right? Porn star all the way.”
“Uh. Excuse me?” asked the client.
“I could use a male opinion, and don’t lie because I’ll know and turn you into a eunuch,” Kerry replied. “Which is better? This . . ..”
Kerry’s chest slowly inflated , concealed behind her business suit. “Shit. You can’t see anything, can you?”
The bug-eyed guy nearly passed out as Kerry’s clothes vanished. Instinctively, she tensed her stomach muscles to better show off, but then realized she didn’t have to anymore. The fat she could never get rid of vanished completely.
She looked over at the mirror, then back at the guy—lets call him Rob because Kerry liked the name Rob and whatever his name really was, it didn’t matter anymore—and asked, “Too Twiggy?”
“Guh,” said Rob.
“Too Twiggy,” Kerry said, looking back at the mirror. Her waist stayed about the same, but her hips went whoomp out into hourglass territory. Not that her toy could see it.
“This is just stupid,” she sniffed and the counter dropped level with her fit, but soft, waist. “How does this look?”
“Good?” asked Rob confused as hell.
“But not good enough, huh? Supermodel is out.” Her breasts crept outwards again until, “37-23-36. Just like Marilyn. ’cept she was a blonde. C-Cups OK?”
“Uhm. . ..”
“No idea huh?” Kerry tilted her head and swept her lush hair off to the side as she put on a diamond encrusted necklace. She made a show of positioning the large gold ‘C’ between her breasts. “How’s that?”
“How are you doing this?”
“Can still think huh?” In time with the pulsing swell of flesh, the C morphed into a D. “OK, we’re hitting porn star range. Say when.
Slowly her breasts eased outwards, larger, rounder more impressive. The D split, then contracted onto itself forming an F. Kerry put her hands on the counter and leaned forward so that she had to look up to see Rob’s downward angled eyes.
“I know I’m the best thing you’ve seen in weeks, Rob—”
The girl at the next station looked over the barrier—easy to do now that it was down by her shoulder—and recoiled in shock. “Kerry, do you mind? Some of us are trying to work here?”
“Shut up Alyssa. You just wish you had tits like this.”
“Oh god, I wish I had tits like that,” moaned Alyssa.
“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected. “Why don’t you climb over the counter and help Rob out. He’s gotten awfully frustrated basking in my beauty, and I want an objective opinion of my loveliness.”
Her co-worker crawled up on the counter before any other notion entered her mind, but one on the counter, she stopped. “I don’t even know him.”
“Rob, Alyssa. Alyssa, Rob. Don’t worry Rob, she’s good at this stuff.”
Alyssa was about to shake her head and protest, but suddenly . . . “I am good at it! And I love it!” She practically began to scramble in her haste. “Oh, Ro-hob! Please, Rob, please let me suck on you. I need cock soooo bad!”
Not wanting to disrupt his view of the dark goddess, Alyssa crawled between his legs and, with a zipper destroying wrench, pulled his pants down to his knees.
“Oooooh YES! Oh-gulp-mmmmmmm!”
Rob’s eyes rolled up into his head as the teller went to work.
“Oh no you don’t!” Rob’s eyes swung down and focused on the G between Kerry’s breasts before widening their area of interest. “How are you doing down there, Aly?”
“I’mmmmmm Oh! I’m in fucking heaven! Slurp!”
“How is he?”
“Woooonderful.”
“How is he now?” asked Kerry.
“Aaack!” Alyssa choked as Rob’s dick swelled in her mouth, stopping only when it stretched her jaw and pushed her head back a half a foot.
“You watch those teeth now, girl!”
Alyssa said nothing coherent, but the look on Rob’s face spoke volumes as the girl between his legs carefully played with what little of his enhanced meat she could get in her mouth.
“Try tit-fucking him if you can’t get it all in.”
“But I can’t,” the girl wailed. “I wish I had tits like yours.”
“Wish granted,” said a cheery Kerry. “Stand up for a minute so we can both watch.”
Alyssa bounced to her feet reluctantly, her eyes never leaving the throbbing monster jutting out of Rob’s crotch.
Kerry followed her co-worker’s stare and her smile grew wider. “Oh yes. I’m going to try that one out later.”
Upon hearing that proclamation, Rob moaned and ejaculated, a disappointing affair resulting from too much jerking off over porn. Kerry didn’t want to have anything to do with that, so the orgasm went on and on, each blast of cum coming faster, thicker and harder than the one before it.
“Oh god,” moaned Alyssa, completely glassy eyes as white goo rained down on her. She was too far gone in her raging lust to even think of trying to catch it in her mouth before it slowed and stopped. “All that cum. I want it! I want it!”
“Oh god-dess,” Kerry corrected again. “You better get it right if you want tits like mine.”
“I do, goddess! You promised! I need tits! I need cum!”
“My precious! My precious!” mimicked Kerry. “Yes, I did promise, but I’m evil.”
And just then, an evil idea hit her. “Oh I’ve got beach balls, I’ve got beach balls,” sang Kerry as she decided to go for complete overkill and the boob grown accelerated dramatically, quickly burying the golden cupsize-ometer. “Either put that tongue back in your mouth and sing along, Rob, or find some other use for it.”
Rob leaned over the counter, beaver hunting, but couldn’t get past the boobs blocking his way. Instead he wrapped his tongue around one of the thumb sized nipples and began to suck. His fingers found the other and made Kerry shake with bliss.
“Alyssa,” she moaned. “Say hello to your new boobs!”
“Hell-ooooooohhhh!” moaned Alyssa, her back arching with pleasure. Her blouse leapt forward, filled to capacity, and the loud snap of her bra fracturing echoed through the bank.
“Yessssss!” the teller shrieked as the seams tore out of her shirt. Buttons snapped free, cracking gyprock walls with their impact, as her shirt flew open. Breasts billowed outwards and shot through the many stages of sporting goods before she fell over under the weight of her new endowments.
“Oohhh goddesssssssssss! Yesssssssssss!” screamed the girl, lying on her back with her legs kicking as she tried to thrust her hips an a fucking motion but slid in a mix of her own juices and the product of Rob’s earlier extreme orgasm. “Fuck! Fuck! Need cock!”
Kerry shivered and then yelped as a nipple-gasm ran through her. “Mmmmmmm. Thank you Rob. It seems that I overdid things a little, but you never did say ‘when.’”
“Nrr such thnnngg ass too bigmmm,” Rob told her tits, still groping and licking and sucking.
She reached over her immense boobs, put her hand on Rob’s head and pushed back. “So much for you being an objective viewer.”
“Uhm, when?” said Rob.
“Too late. Much too late for that and you’re lying. I told you not to lie, so now I’m not going to have sex with you. I’ll give some other guy a big dick and fuck him instead, and you won’t even get to watch! I suppose you can still have the titfuck though.”
She pushed him the rest of the way over. “Enjoy it,” she said as his huge cock got huger. Huge enough, in fact, to rest between his growing boobs.
“Now you, Alyssa, stop bothering me. I want to fix up my legs a little, maybe try wrapping them around some thick dicked stud, and serve a few more clients before my shift is over.
“Next please,” she said after whisking away the still-orgasming girl and the guy happily tit fucking himself. Where to? She didn’t really care.
Looking at the line, particularly the lady at the head of the line, Kerry amended her command. “No, not, you, you flat bitch. Here, have another cup on me.
“Make it a venti,” she added as the small-breasted lady’s shirt exploded and her breasts, jiggling with joy, bounced out, free of their long, cruel confinement. “You needed it.
“You,” Kerry shouted to one of the men staring at the woman trying desperately to cover her emphatically pronounced chest and wound up dropping to her knees, moaning, as she palmed her forever perky, always swollen and irresistibly sensitive new nipples. “The guy in the back with the hard hat. You got a big dick to go with those muscles? Never mind. I’ll take care of it. Get over here and forget about your wife. She can have you back when I’m done.”
She looked down at the boobs crushed by the sides of her station and resting heavily on the extremely low counter and said, “Uh, you don’t have a thing for really long legs do you?”
Picking herself up off of a bed filled with exhausted lovers hours later, Kerry looked at her long, lithe, and oh so fine legs—she’d fucked the construction worker for hours, and even included his wife in the orgy, in semi-evil gratitude for his good taste—in her mirror. After drinking them in, her gaze swept upwards over wide hips; slender waist; full chest, but not so full that she couldn’t move about gracefully; long neck, and a face pretty enough to make herself wet. She smiled and got wet. Light sparkled off the ‘G’ necklace as she turned.
Laughing at herself, she snapped her fingers and looked at the profile and back views in the mirror. Muscles looked good on her, in moderation, but she still hadn’t made up her mind about her hair. Right now it was long, dark, and wavy, but she’d had the best orgasms with short and blonde.
Go figure. she went ass-length blonde, switched the mirror back to the front view and slowly teased her always hungry clit.
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
Oh queen of the dark,
Thou art truly fair,
But Alyssa has tits to sate an army,
And more yet to spare.
“Yes, mirror, but she’s a bimbo. I’m a slut. An evil slut with unlimited power.”