by T West
"Oh, oh Jeez!" Wes was still crying out as the plant fucked him in earnest.
A quick glance confirmed to Erin that the plant was curling around the hard length of his cock and brushing at his balls. Wes' face was contorted with pleasure, and the next moment, he cried out and came all over the floor in splatters. The tendril withdrew, but kept him captured.
A moment later, Erin heard Kristen moaning from the other side.
She swiveled her head to see Kristen no longer had a tendril inside her, but it was rubbing over her slick labia and hard clit. Her cries got higher and louder until she was writhing in mid-air, the plant's arms barely keeping her in place. As Erin watched, the tendril drew away a little, thin strings of sap still connecting them. Kristen let out a frustrated noise of disappointment, and the tendril resumed its stroking. The tendril did this several more times until Kristen was sobbing with need.
When the tendril finally let her climax, she was screaming so loudly that Erin wondered if her neighbors could hear her. She trembled almost violently through her orgasm, before laying completely relaxed in the plant’s embrace.
Erin realized it was her turn next. She was the main event.
The tendril in her mouth drew out and pushed back in again. Erin's jaw was sore, stretched around the throbbing girth. She could feel the plant pulsing against her tongue. She sucked, tonguing it as it quivered.
The other tendril had slowed its movements, pushing in and out of her in a drawn out, shivery motion. Erin felt the touch of another plant arm against the front of her mound, but it didn't rub at her clit. It took Erin a moment to realize that she was meant to grind against it. She pushed forward with her hips and felt her clit rub against the arm's slick surface. When she pushed her hips forward again, she felt a rush of pleasure as the tendril inside her swelled.
She realized how quiet it was apart from her muffled moans and panting. Kristen and Wes were watching her with bated breath as the plant pleasured her.
The thought of being watched made her insides throb with want, and she mewled, pushing back against the plant arm inside her, and rubbing against the other tendril to get friction on her clit.
The plant started getting more and more frantic as it pushed inside her, jerking as if it was experiencing as much pleasure as she was. The plant shivered again, started shaking and swelled. She groaned, ground once more against it and felt it hit a soft spot inside her. She moaned around the tendril in her mouth and came, her inner walls clenching around the thick girth with vice-like force.
All at once, the plant pulsed, and she felt a gush of warm sap fill her mouth and her pussy. She sucked hard on the tendril, and it shuddered, pulsing again and again. When it was over, she could feel sap dripping down her thighs. The plant arms retreated, and Erin licked her mouth clean.
The plant deposited them all back on the bed and withdrew back to the corner once more.
It felt like there was something strange inside Erin’s stomach.
"I think I'm pregnant," she said dazedly, rubbing at her belly.
"Impossible," Wes said weakly from where he was lying beside her, nursing his sore ass.
"She's doing that glowing thing that pregnant people do," Kristen said sleepily.
"She can't be pregnant," Wes said stubbornly.
"Just go to sleep, and we'll worry about it in the morning."
There was silence for a moment or so.
Erin said, "So, anyone feel like popping around next week?"
They didn't say no.
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Steamy Erotica Story 16
R ock music was turned up loud, her shades were on and Samantha genuinely felt happy as she sped down the country road. Even though she had split from Ricky, she was feeling positive about the future when suddenly a rabbit ran out into the road in front of her. It stopped and looked up at her. Does this cute fluff ball have a death wish or something? Instinctively she steered to avoid it (she was a vegetarian after all). Her car went off the road and she went tumbling off the lane, downhill, and into a forest.
“At least my car is the right way up,” she whispered to herself. She was shaken, but realising she was unharmed apart from a few scratches and marks that would no doubt turn to bruises, she opened the door and stepped out.
Her car was a wreck. It was then that she heard footsteps behind her, and she spun around to see a man slowing running through the trees past her. It was almost as if he was going for a jog. Why go for a jog in these remote woods? How bizarre, she thought. She only caught a glimpse of him for a brief moment, but she saw that he was tall, strong, muscular, and around the same young-ish age as herself. She knew she needed to ask for help, it was either that or stand by the side of the road with her thumb in the air and wait hours for someone who might or might not be a psycho killer in a truck to pick her up. Chasing after this stranger seemed a better option, she thought. So she jogged after him.
He was out of sight but she headed after him, as quick as she could. She hopped over logs and past trees, her beautiful blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, as her firm real boobs bounced underneath her dark green boob-tube. Her designer ripped jeans (that were now genuinely ripped in places) offered just the right amount of flexibility for her toned long legs to pick up quite a pace. All those squats in the gym had paid off - she felt like a female horse.
She ran for what seemed like a lifetime, but was in fact about 5 minutes. Samantha was getting quite heated and hot with all this exercise – a bead of sweat dripped down her ass-crack and into her thong.
As the woodland became denser and more remote she thought to herself, God, why am I going this deep in? There might be a deranged inbred cannibal lurking in the shadows, eager to jump out and pounce on me. But then she chuckled to herself and decided she must have seen too many horror movies and was letting her imagination run wild. Little did she know that what she would encounter was far, far more extreme than what the boundaries of her imagination allowed.
She saw she was about to come across an opening in the forest, and although her legs were jelly and she was anxious, this was the first time since the crash that she felt a feeling of relief. For there, through the couple of trees ahead, she could hear human murmuring and commotion. She walked into the small opening in the forest, and was taken aback in shock, for there in front of her was the man. But he was not standing there, taking a breather from his run, but in fact he was on his knees – making love to a woman.
The woman was on all fours, ass in the air, as this stud of a man was making love to her from behind. Samantha immediately felt embarrassed that she had interrupted them. Perhaps he had been jogging to get back to the picnic site where he and his girlfriend were spending the afternoon.
“Sorry!” Samantha exclaimed loudly, her cheeks turning red. But as the man looked up and gave a mischievous smile, she realised there was no blanket or anything resembling a picnic anywhere in sight. Perhaps this man had never met this woman he was making love to before. Perhaps he had been running through the woods, following her scent, and was now fucking her with merciless passion. Whatever it was, the woman seemed to be enjoying it, as her head rolled back and she squealed with ecstasy with every pelvic thrust. Her clothes were torn, her jeans pulled down but still on, her knee high boots digging into the muddy woodland ground.
He had dark straight hair, and she could see that it was nicely groomed. He was wearing blue jeans, obviously unzipped, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. Even through the cotton Samantha could see that his chest was muscular, as if he was carved out of stone.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it to herself, Samantha was aroused by viewing this scene of uncontrollable lust. It was like a live action porn flick right before her very eyes. She was a woman of the world after all, and this buck was way hotter than that skinny dork of a boyfriend she’d spent the past year with.
His delay in responding made her think tha
t perhaps she had made a terrible mistake following him here; perhaps she should have tried to hitchhike after all. This is weird - who the hell just shags someone while a stranger watches, with no hint of stopping in embarrassment?
As Samantha looked into his eyes she realised that they were red. Deep burning red. Her very soul was impaled by terror as she locked eyes with this guy’s red eyes. They glowed like burning coals as he smiled at her, opened his mouth and omitted a disturbing growl. Whatever he, it, was - it wasn’t human.
The man shifted into beast form before her very eyes. Dark brown fur with streaks of white sprouted from all over his skin, as he grew massively in stature, bursting out of his clothes as they fell away from him in tattered shreds. All the while, still penetrating the other female, who was now screaming louder than ever as this man-beast impaled her rampantly. His questionable purpose filled Samantha with dread as she stood motionless, petrified.
The beast’s hands grabbed the woman’s ass which was round and firm as a peach. One of its big strong hands reached out and grabbed a hold of her long wavy brunette hair and pulled it back tightly as it continued to pound her with a fast hard rhythm. This beast was like a machine.
Then the man-beast started to inspect every inch of her body, it’s long muscular arms reaching down to fondle her large firm breasts that were swinging under her top from side to side, then feeling up and down her thighs, then giving her ass a hard smack – so hard that some birds in a nearby tree flew away in fright as the loud clap of his palm against her rippling bum-flesh echoed through the forest. The beast was certainly enjoying himself, and enjoying every inch of her body, as if this female’s only purpose, her very existence, was to satisfy his huge frustrated demon dick. Escape was not an option. Her fate was to stay on all fours and take it – there was no man on Earth that could overpower this fiend. This woman was getting vaginally drilled by a hairy-balled monster from another world, but she could not deny the pleasure it was giving her as her screams of ecstasy proved.
As she was viewing this Samantha pondered over her own sexual desires, and was brutally honest with herself – she had never really been into submissive or dominant sex, or voyeurism for that matter. But then again, she had been dating a pencil-necked nerd for quite some time, a pencil-necked nerd that she thought she loved, and thought she would spend the rest of her life with, until she had found out that he was cheating. But as she looked on she found herself becoming weirdly aroused by this demonic scene of lust, and felt suddenly extremely turned on, and wouldn’t have minded being overpowered herself. She felt embarrassed to admit this to herself, but it was the truth.
The brunette woman looked up at Samantha and they caught the look of enjoyment and worry in each other’s eyes, before turning her head and asking the beast, “Why are you doing this?”
To which, the beast replied in a voice as loud as a hundred men, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to fuck you!”
At this point the beast went from kneeling to being on the flat of his feet, leaning over with his chest pressed against her back, the whole time still screwing the bouncy brunette. Samantha believed she had seen this position in a porn flick once, she recalled it being referred to as ‘up & over’. The brunette was overshadowed, enveloped, completely taken over by this colossal figure.
His arms were wrapped around her waist, and as he started to stand up he lifted her off the ground with him. Now Samantha could truly see the real size of his stature – he was huge. He must have been at least 9 foot tall, muscles rippling underneath that thick brown fur that covered every inch of his body. She could also get a really good look at the woman, and saw that she was very attractive indeed. She was a bit older than Samantha, probably in her mid-30s, with a very pretty girl-next-door-look. Just an everyday woman that had somehow found herself in an incredible situation. Even though Samantha had always considered herself straight, she thought to herself that this busty brunette was pretty hot.
The beast stood up straight, holding the woman as if she was light as a feather, and withdrew his penis from her red-raw womanly opening, the huge length of his beast-prick still erect and craving more attention.
He tore her top and bra off to expose her naked breasts and stomach. Her gorgeous smooth breasts wobbled and shimmered like two full mounds of jelly, jiggling up and down as the light shone down through the trees and bounced off them. Her jeans were now completely off, and her bare body was completely exposed. The only item of clothing that remained was her long leather boots.
As shocked as Samantha was by all of this, she had momentarily forgotten about the possible peril herself and the brunette may be facing, and found herself feeling encouragement towards the beast, almost willing him on to do his dastardly deeds and anticipating the outcome, however obscene.
Samantha realized she was not thinking rationally or normally at this moment, as if something deep within her had changed. Perhaps it was the shock of the situation or the creature’s burning red eyes that penetrated her very soul, almost hypnotizing her.
The brunette was lean and toned, and her abdominal muscles were visible with every panting breath, as the veins in her neck pulsed while she dangled in his clutches, helpless and at his absolute mercy. Samantha’s excitement grew and grew while viewing this, a feeling she felt very ashamed of.
Samantha’s eyes landed on the woman’s vaginal mound. The woman looked down at her own nakedness, then at Samantha in complete worry. Under the circumstances, Samantha felt that the woman had totally no reason to feel ashamed or humiliated. She had nothing to be embarrassed about.
She hung in front of Samantha completely nude in broad daylight, arms restrained, legs dangling and parted, neatly trimmed dark pubic hair rustling in the light breeze. Her body was incredible – a right gym bunny. Feminine muscles straining while suspended in the air. She had smooth skin and bright green eyes.
Samantha had always considered herself straight. Well, she had a couple of brief encounters with other girls while at college, but she knew that lots of girls had a bit of fun when they went away to college. It was the perfect time for any young woman to enjoy herself and set her clitty free. But when she looked up at this genuine beauty her heart skipped a beat and she felt sexual attraction like never before.
The long beastly fingers reached between the brunette’s legs and started to massage her vaginal opening, in a surprisingly gentle and loving manor, making her pussy wet with female love juice. Whatever emotions the brunette was feeling, her body was telling her that she was enjoying this sensation; she was caught up in this moment and wanting, willing it to continue.
Right then Samantha started to notice how pretty her pussy was. She has never thought much of other women’s private parts, but this one really filled her with intrigue. Neatly maintained, full luscious lips and a protruding glistening love-button. Something about her love-button mesmerized Samantha, it was just the right size, and as the fiend’s long finger circled it its excitement grew.
The brunette was a thing of beauty. Samantha reluctantly admitted to herself she wished she could feel that pussy, run her hands over it, and do just what the beast was doing. She almost envied him. He explored her womanhood with no pause, no remorse and absolutely no shame. The hand caressed and rubbed every inch of her naked flesh, up and down the length of her body, almost as if the woman was getting a full body massage – some people would actually pay good money for a massage as intense and thorough as this. The lady’s eyes caught each other’s gaze once more, and their eyes told a thousand words, mutually wishing it was Samantha that was caressing her naked flesh instead of this vile obtrusive fiend.
As strange as it sounds, as Samantha looked at this crazy sight, she felt a bizarre vibe that this monster was now not only interested in its own gratification, but instead was interested in giving pleasure. As his hands fondled, massaged and groped, he seemed to be trying to figure out how it felt to be truly human, how a female would appreciate being touch
ed and caressed. This made a nice momentary change, Samantha thought - maybe he’s not so selfish, maybe he truly wants to give us pleasure we’ve never known and make us cum with uncontrollable lust.
The creature’s hands were definitely having a positive effect on the brunette, because she was getting wetter and wetter. It was then that the beast held her by the wrists and outstretched her arms. He held her in front of him, and she hung there, helpless in crucifixion. Her heart beating loudly in her chest as the beast’s eyes burnt brightly behind her.
It was at this second that the lust between the women grew to what felt like a feeling of love. It was also the time when, perhaps, the fiend would take things a bit too far.
The monster’s penis now grew once more to its ridiculous full length, as big as a man’s arm, with testicles that were as big as two cantaloupes swinging in a hammock. It rose up, serpentine, between her legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming opening waited, it moved towards the back. The brunette looked at Samantha with a look of knowing, as if she knew what was going to happen before Samantha did.
The beast was slowly but persistently pushing his penis up into the woman’s ass. She had felt humiliated beforehand – being made love to by a shifting man-beast from another dimension, being stripped off, getting a full body massage and having her clitoris flicked – all in front of a girl she’d never met before. However, now something slightly more embarrassing was happening – she was getting anally penetrated by a monster dick while suspended off the air in a crucifix pose.
Samantha felt uncomfortable for her – for now she was perhaps being violated in a way she didn’t want. Samantha wished for a moment that the beast would take her instead to give this woman a break. She wanted to tell her that she admired her, respected her and felt bad for her that she was getting such a drilling. For the most part the brunette’s eyes were shut but every few moments she would open them to reveal a look of innocence that made Samantha want to say to the beast, “Stop! Take me instead.”