by T West
Then something rather extraordinary happened.
Samantha started to realise that it wasn’t embarrassment or agony that this woman was feeling – it was intense pleasure instead. Maybe it was the beast’s rhythmic movements, or the feeling of being overpowered, or the voyeuristic aspect of being watched, but this sexy milf was really enjoying taking it in the ass. The slow loving penetration of this monster dick was having an amazing effect on her flange which was now glistening like amber nectar in the subtle afternoon light.
She moaned and writhed around, really caught up in the moment and enjoying herself. The fiend had her outstretched in front of him during the anal penetration, as if he had just won the play-offs and was proudly showing off his shiny trophy.
The huge snakelike beast-cock then slipped out of her tight bunghole and bobbed about in the air, almost having a mind of its own, momentarily satisfied.
The beast pushed the woman up close to Samantha, so close that their faces were almost touching, so close that Samantha could smell the scent of sex on her, so close that it made Samantha take a couple of steps back and sit down on the dry mud of the forest floor, looking up at the spectacle before her. He lowered her down to Samantha’s level on the ground until both women were face to face, their eyes locked. Instinctively, they began to mutually kiss each other, softly at first, and then more passionately, their perfect female tongues intertwined in an amazing lip-lock that made a passing squirrel look up and ponder the tender moment. It was thing of beauty, and at that moment they felt gratitude towards the beast for allowing them this moment of contact.
However, the women wanted more than just a kiss, and the beast felt this between them. While clutching the brunette with one hand, he took one long finger and struck downwards with the razor-sharp fingernail across Samantha’s tight-fitting top, cutting the cotton open, cutting through her bra, and letting her gorgeous full boobs spring free from their harness. The huge hairy hand then tore her jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, her panties tossed to the side, her love-juice clearly visible on the underwear fabric as they lay on the floor next to them.
Both women’s bodies were now shaking in anticipation and uncontrollable lust. The brunette’s eyes scaling Samantha’s young body, just how Samantha had admired her beforehand - excited, nervous and in deep lust.
The brunette watched as the beast-hand reached out in front of her, firmly squeezing Samantha’s big fleshy tits one at a time, not so hard that it hurt but with enough pressure that her nipples hardened as if it were the dead of winter. Samantha’s entire body tingled with excitement, for now she felt what it was like to be watched, to be viewed by a stranger. All the while being examined as if she were a sex object and this was her only use.
As the serpentine length of the fiend’s penis snaked out and dove between the brunette’s legs towards Samantha, she knew that it would be her turn next. She was about to experience being drilled by the monster cock. The brunette looked into Samantha’s eyes as if to let her know it was going to be okay – it would feel good and she had nothing to worry about.
But as the enormous head protruded close to the opening of her lady-hole, it stopped as if it had a change of heart. The beast’s eyes burnt brighter than ever as he grabbed the brunette by both ankles and dangled her upside down, her long chestnut brown locks grazing the ground. He then proceeded to put her on top of Samantha, head to groin, so these women had no choice but to be facially smothered in each other’s sex. The beast held her there, forcing this upside-down position of lust. The girls did what felt natural – their warm soft tongues darted out and began to lick each other’s wet frustrated vaginas.
It was a thing of beauty. A mother bird in the tree above tweeted as she fed her young ones in their nest, while down below these beautiful women were eagerly lapping at each other’s love-holes, the beast’s strong hands firmly holding them together, intertwined in this forced bundle of passionate licking.
This was pretty far from normal oral sex. Given the circumstances, this was very far from normal oral sex.
The beast-fiend must have found this very exciting, because while the girls lapped at each other’s fuck-slots, his excited monster penis was aimed at them, as if it had been watching intently with a mind separate from the beast. His big hairy beast balls began to tighten up, and with one furious moan the beast closed his eyes and ejaculated his seminal demon fluid all over the girls, covering them in his seed.
They weren’t completely drenched, but they certainly did get a good soaking. Soon after this they both came, hard and fast, and drank each other’s love-juice with great gusto.
If someone would have walked past at this point they might have got quite a shock: two attractive naked females laying head-to-toe, being held there by a very tall hairy monster, moaning as they came in tandem, while a long demon dick cum-covered them. However, no one did walk by.
The beast let go, transformed back into man form, looked a little bit unsure of what had just happened, covered his willy up and ran off into the depths of the woods.
The girls turned the right way up, and lay there panting in each other’s arms, softly kissing each other’s lips.
They smiled, and the brunette said, “Hi, I’m Rebecca. I’ve got a strap-on in my bag… if you’re interested.”
Samantha was interested – and they made love like wild ponies as the sun came down and blue evening light filled the forest. This time they made love exactly how they wanted to.
They ended up dating and renting an apartment together. They even got a small fury dog and named him Barnaby. He had red eyes.
They managed to get him house trained.
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Steamy Erotica Story 17
H e couldn’t believe he was watching her in her underwear.
“This is what wet dreams are made of,” Sebastian whispered to himself under his breath as he guiltily peered through the peephole. With one eye shut and the other opened as wide as he could get it, he pressed his sweaty palms against the cold painted walls of the male locker room.
Through the peephole in the adjacent girls locker room was Taylor Tittsworth, the very girl he had had a crush on for the entire first semester at college, the girl that he was sure lots of guys had a crush on, and yet there she was, getting changed after netball practice. His guilt quickly changed to desire as he felt a stirring in his slacks, his virginal blue balls felt full to bursting in his y-fronts.
“God, she really is hot as hell,” he murmured, feeling the warmth of his own breath. She hadn’t even noticed him for the entire three months they had shared a lecture hall. He wondered if she even knew he existed; as he pondered that thought further he was absolutely sure she didn’t know he existed. She was way too busy blowing jocks and generally being the popular party girl.
“What a bitch. But God, what a hot bitch.”
She was 5ft9, with a tight toned body and long flowing golden hair. A real beauty with fleshy C cup tits and a perfect round bubble butt. His one open eye widened further as she reached round to her back and unhooked her bra, allowing her fleshy globes to breathe and jiggle freely.
“Oh ferrrk…” Sebastian mumbled to himself, his hard-on now raging in his pants. What he couldn’t believe though, was that Taylor was not alone. No, the entire netball team was there. The team was a mixed-bag looks wise, but being a virgin at college Sebastian knew he wasn’t in a position to be picky – at this point any hole was a goal. Among the team was Sandra Johnston, Taylor’s BBF and also a little hottie in her own right. Darker and paler than Taylor, Sandra had a pretty face and big brown eyes.
A bead of frustrated sweat dripped down from his anxious brow as Sebastian peeped in awe as Sandra also unhooked her bra and bared her perky little titties in front of the entire female team. There they stood by their lockers, topless visions of stuck-up beauty, giggling and engaging in meaningless girly conversation, wearing only their skimpy thongs that rode up between their peachy ass-cracks.
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sp; The other girls were getting changed too, bras were being unhooked and flung down on the metal benches as steam from the hot showers began to waft through the room, momentarily obscuring Sebastian’s perverted gaze. Semi-nude female bodies walked past as they went about their business of changing, showering and chatting, unbeknownst that they were being spied on by an average-looking onlooker.
This was all too much for Sebastian to take, and almost subconsciously he reached his hand down to his ankle-swinging slacks and unzipped the rusty fly. Here, he dilly-dallied momentarily before placing his cold sweaty hand inside his y-fronts, pulled his desperate erection out and allowed it to spring free and stand to attention.
He began to masturbate habitually, stroking the straining girth of his inquisitive tool, not noticing the drop of pre-cum as it dripped down and splashed the cap of his Doc Martin boots. His erection stiffened further, for he was about to witness something that he never would have imagined in his wildest fantasies.
He leered on, and watched in disbelief as Taylor Tittsworth casually bent over, placed her well-manicured hands on either side of her pink thong, and slipped it down over her tanned smooth buttocks. There she was, completely nude, the girl he'd been wet-dreaming and wanking about for the past several months. Amazingly, Sandra Johnston seemed very interested in Taylor’s nether regions, as Sebastian witnessed her glancing down and apparently commenting on Taylor’s freshly-shaven snatch.
Her snatch was indeed clean-shaven and totally bald. There was no protrusion of labia as everything was neatly tucked away. In a natural manner Taylor traced her hand down her flat stomach to her perfect tight puss, and started to rub her vaginal slit in full view of Sandra and all the other girls in the room.
“This… is… frickin’ unbelievable!” Sebastian said to himself, his voice trembling with excitement as the speed of his masturbatory strokes increased dramatically. He was now really spanking his monkey, flogging the dolphin for all he was worth, greedily feasting his deviant eye on the one thing that occupied his daily thoughts, knowing he could die happy having perused this beautiful occurrence.
As the frustrated freckly virgin wanked steadily, so did the beautiful blonde on the other side of the wall, her hand now rubbing her quivering pussy up and down, while she placed one foot on the bench to expose her wanton gash to her interested classmate. Moments later Sandra’s black thong was off and she was mirroring her best bud, revealing her similarly shaven (but milk-white) flange to her teammate, flicking her skinny fingers over her swollen little nub and smiling gratuitously.
“I’m… gonna… cum…” Sebastian panted in the empty room, and then, “No… no… I’m not gonna cum. Have to save it. Need to hold onto this load as long as I can.”
It was almost as though he was giving himself a prep-talk, convincing himself not to shoot his milk too soon – knowing how lucky he was to be watching, he wanted to make it last and savor every moment of this incredible sight. He pulled his foreskin back and allowed his bell-end to press against the ice-cold wall, the soothing coolness of the dry paint temporarily halting his aching testicles from ejaculating all over the place.
What he was about to witness next would really put his aching nuts to the test as he cupped them in a desperate attempt to restrain the spooge from flowing. For right before his depraved eye Sandra leant forward and kissed Taylor on the lips - not just a peck but a lingering and passionate (but tongue-less) kiss, their soft lips merging, Sandra’s pale skin in deep contrast to that of her tanned companion.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
As their mouths wandered so did their hands, as the young females began to simultaneously reach down and rub each other’s bald coozes, eager to touch each other where the other had been touching herself. Here they rubbed each other’s swollen nubs, their legs parted, their tongues now outstretched and intertwined, humming softly as they indulged in uninhibited girl-on-girl love.
They raised their fingers to their pouting mouths, and enthusiastically sucked the see-thru love-juice from their own hands. Sandra then lay on her back on the changing bench, raised her knees and opened her legs widely, motioning to invite Taylor to climb aboard and take things further.
Taylor did just that, and climbed atop her inviting chum head to toe, Sandra’s arms outstretching to welcome her and engulf her, as her neck outstretched to greet her dripping slit. Here, the girls partook in a 69 position that could only be described as steamy; their hot bodies wrapped around each other as their darting tongues earnestly lapped at each other’s burning coozes.
“Feeeerrrrrkkkkkkk...” was all Sebastian could muster at this point, his gormless bottom lip quivering in shock, his shiny helmet bobbing around in front of him and slapping against the wall to make audible ‘thwacks’.
Sandra’s tongue licked and lapped faster and faster, her expert pointy flicks caressing Taylor’s angry rosebud with such vigor that it wasn’t long before the blonde was moaning like an animal into her friend’s love-hole, eager to reach her inevitable climax. And this she did, cumming hard & good, moaning loudly while pressing her womanhood onto Sandra’s mouth beneath.
Apparently satisfied but eager for more action, Taylor dismounted her milk-white steed and assumed the position on her knees on the floor, brushing her now-damp golden locks away from her pretty face. The other girls had been watching (and enjoying) the upside-down act of love and had gathered around to form a circle. All now naked, they stepped closer to their blonde queen, presenting their horny holes to her. Sandra got up from her lying position and joined them; all girls circling Taylor, all of them clean-shaven down below. All of them, that was, except for Barbara Braithwaite, and as the unseen onlooker peeped on, Sebastian instantly understood why she had the nickname Barbara Bush. For it was not because of her right-wing political views, but because she had a full hairy muff – her vaginal mound was the opposite of smooth, it was covered with thick dark hair so bushy that Sebastian had to blink to be sure she was not wearing black knickers.
But indeed she was not, and as Barbara reached down to rub her randy hedge, the other girls followed suit, and all began rubbing their smooth slits, eager to satisfy themselves and orgasm in front of their kneeling heroine.
“Unnnnnnnnnnngggghhhh…” Words escaped Sebastian this time, as this was truly an out-of-this-world sight. An all-female circle-jerk, surrounding his biggest crush.
Their self-rubbings intensified and the gang furiously rubbed themselves close to Taylor’s face, who had opened her mouth in a keen attempt to encourage her classmates. They obliged, and furiously rubbed and fingered their wet purses, moaning in unison as they neared their looming climax.
The masturbating gang reached their impending orgasm, and one at a time they came, shooting girly ribbons of female love-juice through the air and over Taylor’s beautiful face, soaking her in their luke-warm squirt. They moaned in unison as their see-thru liquid flowed, showering and covering her in an amazing lesbian facial.
As they continued to run their tingling nubs in post-orgasmic bliss, Sebastian looked on as he realized they had all cum – all except one. For the only girl yet to squirt was Barbara Bush, who was furiously rubbing her bushy mound in an attempt to reach her climax. She straddled Taylor’s face with her legs parted wide, as Taylor crouched beneath her with her mouth agape, ready to take all that Barbara had to give. Barbara moaned like a wolf and slid two long fingers inside her hairy forest opening, before cumming wildly; her body shaking as she squirted copious amounts of love-juice into Taylor’s awaiting pie-hole.
Taylor gulped fast and quick to try to keep up with the amazingly high-volume of squirt, but it kept coming and poured down like the Niagara falls, emptying a bucket-load onto Taylor’s face. Much of the ejaculation spilled from the young girl’s pretty lips and splashed down onto her pert breasts, plastering her pointy nips that protruded like razor sharp bullets.
The unexpected viewing of this insane group bukkake sent Sebastian over the edge, and he speedily
pumped his frustrated shaft with furious vigor, eager to unload his own hot seed all over the wall in front of him. He angrily jacked away, when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
In absolute shock, he spun around, his throbbing member swinging round too, and to Sebastian’s absolute horror he had been caught red handed – by Mrs Augusta Kleidenspoorg!
Mrs Kleidenspoorg was the netball team’s coach, and aesthetically was the complete opposite of the pretty young things Sebastian had been masturbating over. A podgy woman in her forties, Augusta’s greasy ginger hair hung down like damp curtains, framing her always-rosy cheeks like a caricature of ugly. Her physique was rotund and shapeless like a sack of potatoes, with tits like spaniel’s ears that were hoisted up in a sports bra two sizes too big for her. Her netball coach’s uniform was baggy and poorly-fitted, her wide stance supported by her big leather army boots.
Sebastian had seen her around campus, and had always chuckled to himself when he had witnessed her shout at her team. She was the last person he expected to see here in the men’s changing room – what on earth was she doing in here?! He figured she must have overheard his perverted groans as he masturbated, unaware of the audible volume he was emitting.
He saw the anger in her pale blue pixel eyes, and she glanced down and stared at his still-erect penis that was bobbing about in front of him aimlessly like a headless chicken.
Shocked and deeply embarrassed, he said, “What the…” but no sooner had those two words passed his lips than she grabbed a hold of his left ear with her clammy meaty paw and twisted at almost all the way round, causing the hapless wanker to cry out in pain as she marched him over to the centre of the room.
Her strong arms turned him around and before he could say ‘dominant’, his slacks had been ripped down along with his skid-marked y-fronts. Mrs Kleidenspoorg bent him over the cold metal changing bench, and Sebastian allowed this – seemingly in such shock and so turned-on that perhaps part of him wanted this to happen.