Monster Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  With her legs still locked at the knee I moseyed my free hand up her belly and under her uniform top. The binding smoothly disconnected the two sides as I worked my way toward her magnificent breasts. This wouldn't be the first time that I had touched them, but given the circumstances, I could understand if she wanted to turn me away. Luckily, she didn't.

  With wide eyes she studied my face I my fingers ascended the first mound. It was firm enough to maintain its shape when fighting gravity, but soft enough to invite a squeeze. I obliged, tenderly.

  "What are you doing, Kash," Honey said with a big grin. That was usually a sign that she wanted some dialogue along with her foreplay. I’d been with girls like that before. It made them feel like they weren’t out of control. I liked it, too, because it made it easier for me to judge what moves would be more successful.

  I always thought of this scenario as a game. The female had not yet committed to a sexual experience, but she showed significant interest. If I navigated properly, I’d get something special. Rushing in clumsily could get me a series of rejections that would close my window of opportunity. Sort of like a three strikes and your out of here thing.

  "Isn't it obvious," I answered before going in for another kiss. "I'm playing with those lovely boobies of yours."

  "Is that all?" she asked as she tugged on the fabric to separate the remainder of the connection. Her dark green nipples stood at attention as if she were cold. However, her flesh remained warm, and as smooth as silk. No goosebumps. Her skin begged for exploration.

  "It is a start," I answered as I couldn't resist gripping her other breast firmly, then running my thumb across the nipple multiple times. When I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, she happily raised her closest titty to my mouth. I licked and sucked the nipple until she pulled it away from me.

  In a quick fluid motion, she leaped off the mossy wooden bed to stand directly in front of me. Before I could register any confusion, she hooked both of her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles. It took some effort to tug her boots through the leg holes, and I used that time to study what I could see of her pussy as her legs gaped open when she raised each foot. The area was as smooth as the rest of her body, not a strand of hair or even a shadow of where some might have been. The emerald vagina lips matched her other accents but were super thin. Not a single fold hung down from her pelvic region.

  Once her pants were discarded, she began dropping to her knees with her eyes on the bulge in my shorts. My body shivered at the opportunity of a blowjob from this fine creature. With her bottom half already naked, I assumed it would only be enough for foreplay. Then her perfect green vagina would be next.

  "Wait," I said, surprising even myself. Normally I would have had my shorts and boxers off already and presenting my rod for tonsil inspection. I still wanted that! Just not quite yet.

  I pulled her dainty elbow upward to encourage her to stand again. She was confused, maybe even a bit embarrassed by her bold action until she saw me staring at her pussy. When I reached for her hips she stepped forward until both knees were against the edge of the bed between my legs.

  Her ass cheeks were bigger versions of her firm breasts as my hand gripped them, pulling her midriff toward me. I kissed her belly lightly first, between the navel and the waistline. Enjoying her gentle curves, I began to run my hands over her hips as I brushed my lips across her soft skin. Then I made my way down to her tiny labia.

  I could feel Honey's body heaving with each excited breath as my tongue made its presence barely felt across the topmost section of her slit. I probed for the clitoris gingerly with no luck. Either it was small like the rest of her vagina, or it wasn't excited enough to protrude just yet. I was no expert, but I always imagined that they worked something like the erection of a penis, just on a much smaller scale.

  I ventured lower, but the pain in the back of my neck limited my ability. With her thighs together I probably would never be able to get the tip of my tongue inside the hole. So, I used my right hand to push her left thigh outward to create an opening. She then adjusted her stance to place her knees a few inches apart. But it still wasn't enough.

  When I slid my hand behind her left knee and pulled it toward me, she lost her balance. Her hands quickly flew to my shoulders to steady herself. Placing her raised booted foot beside me on the bed I ventured my hand between her legs and out the other side up to the small of her back, nudging her toward me.

  "Oh, my stars," Honey mumbled, as her hands trembled on my shoulders.

  Her thin green vagina lips then parted to show some natural pinkness inside. Along with the view came a strong whiff of her signature scent. It brought back memories of the thick ground cover around my grandmother's back porch. That was not a slang term for my grandmother's backside either. Thinking of her at this moment was not the best idea, but it was a smell that was always comforting to me. I used to play for hours with toy cars and soldiers on that porch. The honeysuckle plant growing around it was like a protection for my childhood.

  Now I was going to stick my tongue into it.

  Blocking my grandmother out of my mind I plunged my tongue into the hole and wiggled it. She was a bit wet already and steaming hot. And her taste was amazingly sweet.

  "Oh fuck!" Honey said louder than she should have. But I was too eager. She had the most enjoyable tasting pussy that I had ever eaten. "What are you doing?" she asked. That should have been a rhetorical question but considering her need to talk our way through this, I decided to answer.

  "I'm licking your pussy," I stated the obvious. "Haven't you ever had your pussy licked before?"

  "No," she replied. When I tried to pull my head away to look up, her hands pushed against the back of my head to prevent me from not continuing to eat her out. "I thought only lesbians did that."

  She was undoubtedly enjoying what I was doing for her. And I was loving it, too. Much more than I ever had before. Usually, I did it just to get the girl excited enough to do a great job for me. Not this time, though. I planned to keep licking away until she begged me to stop. With the rich taste and smell, I found it an exquisite treat that never had to end.

  I couldn't really think about much while I was doing it. But her reference to oral pleasuring for women only being done by lesbians gave me pause. Was that true in this modern galaxy? Had men become such assholes that they would only take and not give? I may not have been the best lover in the world back in my time, but I had a real shot at the title now, apparently. Sexual prowess was a skill of mine that I kept overlooking when listing my assets in this new world.

  With the pressure of her hands against my head I was barely able to go back up and look for the clit. She was essentially grinding her pelvis into my face at this point. But I managed to find it. A hard little nub at the top of the slit, barely hiding behind her slender folds. I flicked it with my tongue several times, causing Honey to scream out in surprise.

  Her body was convulsing from the attention that I was giving her clitoris, but it was more like a reaction to something overly sensitive instead of a full-on orgasm. So, I alternated between it and the hole, which was becoming quite soaked with her sweet-smelling fluids.

  When she climaxed for real, I had to stop licking to prevent the possibility of biting off my tongue. Instead, I let her grind against my teeth through my lips until she finished, which felt like an eternity. I was seriously concerned that I might need to see a dentist afterward. And a chiropractor. Did these monster girls even have such a thing?

  Her energy completely spent, she finally let go of me and dropped clumsily to her knees, using her hands on mine to steady herself. Awesome, I thought. Here comes my well-deserved blowjob. If ever I earned one, it was now.

  I anxiously pulled my shorts and boxers completely off and sat back down on the edge of the bed. I was fully erect already, so her mouth on me wouldn't be a necessary foreplay, only a highly desirable one. Unfortunately, she was making no move to make good on
her side of what I automatically considered an unspoken agreement. I eat you, then you suck me. It is only right.

  Honey wobbled there dazed, staring at me all crazy like she was a drugged up mental patient. What the fuck is this? I thought. Then I got my hormones in check and realized that the orgasm was too overpowering for her. She was practically useless now. At least she hadn't gone into a coma, if that was possible. By the look of her, I thought that it might still be.

  I had tried to do something great for Honey, but I had gone overboard. She probably never had an orgasm like that in all her life. When she rubs one out in the shower it was likely for the minimum amount of sexual release that her body needed. And that might have still been better than what any man in this modern galaxy had given her.

  So, I wasn't upset. Just disappointed. Extremely disappointed.

  As fond as I was for Honeysuckle, I couldn't just call it quits. This was going to be one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my lifetime, and I needed to have some release, too. My body was demanding it now.

  I stood up abruptly, causing my glorious pecker to thrust toward her beautiful face, stopping mere inches from her eyes. Her stare got wilder then, but still no recognition of what she was supposed to do. So, I grabbed my boner and aimed the head toward her mouth, where it belonged. Her eyes followed it, almost looking horrified. Sadly, her lovely lips did not part to receive it.

  So, there I was, thrusting my hard-on in her face as she knelt there bewildered. At least she wasn't pulling away, so I took that as an invitation. Or at least the minimum amount of approval. No actually means no, sometimes. However, the lack of a No absolutely means Yes a hundred percent of the time in my book.

  Honey was so gorgeous, even in her shocking paralyzed state. I just needed to rub my pecker head against her stubborn lips. I had to steady her head at times with my other hand, but she did not resist my perversion. Again, I took that as consent. Who the hell wouldn’t?

  Over the course of the next minute, every inch of her face got to meet the soft tip of my erect penis. Her mouth, chin and nose had the pleasure several times. Unable to control myself I even whacked it against her forehead a few times. The cross-eyed look that I got from her in return told me that enough is enough. Sometimes I could recognize that despite the surge of desire pumping through my veins.

  "Please, honey," I begged. "Open your mouth for me."

  Finally, a light came on in her eyes. A dim light, but enough to cause her to look up at me and drop her bottom lip a fraction of an inch. That was my cue. A definite here you go baby, shove that thing in here.

  I rubbed my tip back and forth between her lips until they finally parted sufficiently. Then I slowly pushed my engorged cock head into her mouth. Not all the way back to her throat. I wasn't that kind of fucked up pervert. Just enough to feel her tongue beneath it. It was nice. And the view of her amazing green face looking up at me with her mouth full was the most amazing porn image that I had ever seen. The fact that she was so dazed made it even better! Is that wrong?

  I then thrust it slowly between her lips a few times. I was about to finally give up on the idea and withdraw when she reached for the shaft. She wasn't a hundred percent there, not even close, but she was going to finally give it an effort. I stayed patient and appreciative as she worked me feebly with her hands and mouth. It was not the best blowjob that I had ever received in my life. Not top ten even. But I was enjoying it just the same.

  Unfortunately, she never returned to full form. So, I eventually gave up on the notion of ejaculating from the oral experience. I would have more control over the situation once I put it in her steaming hot vagina. It had to still be wet after the huge orgasm that she had all over my face.

  I knelt in front of her, my woody bobbing up and down. She was looking confused again. I hoped that it was because I stopped trying to fuck her face and not her losing any grip on reality. "Are you okay?" I asked.

  She nodded, but it was obvious that she was nowhere near a hundred percent. Maybe not even fifty. That didn’t mean that she didn’t want to continue, though.

  "Would it be okay if I put it in your pussy now?" I asked slowly as if she was mentally disabled. She nearly was. This thing was starting to not feel right at all. Fucking someone when they weren’t in their right mind was a questionable act at best. But selfishly, I was focusing on how her stupor was messing up my fun.

  Instead of answering, she crawled toward me, studying my rocket cock as I leaned back to make room for her. It took Honey a while to get lined up, and even longer to get me inside of her. Though soaking wet still, she was crazy tight. We went slow for a few seconds before her psycho eyes returned. I was worried that could very well be the end of it. I might have to be satisfied with jerking off into her silky white hair as her bobble head inadvertently dodged my semen blasts. I began to picture it. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. It would certainly make a fantastic story to share with any future buddies I might have. They would laugh so hard...

  Instead, Honey started bouncing on me like an angry child on a reluctant playground bouncy horse. I tried to match her rhythm and caress her body, but it was challenging. She began to throw her head around like a drugged-up dancer at a rave. That semen-free silky hair swatting me in the face at times. Then came the moaning. She was cumming again!

  Her bouncing got very erratic. And her pussy even tighter as she convulsed on my lap. When her eyes rolled back into her head, I thought that I just might lose her. But she shoved her vice grip vagina harshly down on me several times as she grunted out the rest of her climax. It was almost some horror movie shit to see. I was bordering between extreme fear and extraordinary arousal. I was just praying that her head didn’t pop off or spin around.

  Did she get possessed by a demon? Was she normally like this during sex? Or just with me? Had the orgasm I gave her with my mouth put her in this land of no return?

  Then she stared right at me, drool dripping from her bottom lip. Some form of intelligence returned to her eyes then as she smiled. Still crazy looking as fuck, but now in a good way. In a way that was a clear signal to continue. When she reached to wipe the slobber from her mouth, I was done with holding back.

  I violently rolled sideways while gripping her lithe body. She let out a squeal but did not resist. Once I had her squarely on her back, I lifted her thin legs into the air and reinserted my pulsing cock into her magic place. It was time for me to have some of that magic now.

  I used my chest to push her ankles toward her head as I groped her fantastic breasts. A dozen thrusts into her was all it took before a sensation exploded in my loins. Pain! My orgasm was so strong that it hurt. But it hurt so good. I kept the motion going as long as I could before dropping onto her chest. When she grunted from my weight, I graciously rolled off her. My yogurt-slinger making a popping noise as it left her cunt hole.

  We laid there trying to catch our breath. I wasn't as far gone as she had been a few minutes ago, but I was feeling nearly fit for a straight jacket myself. Then I heard movement over by the doorway.

  There stood Mavdaios licking her lips. I had no idea how long she had been watching. Apparently for a while, based on what she said.

  "That was spanking hot," the words slithered out of her mouth with a deep sexy tone. It may have been my imagination, but her pussy and titties looked redder than usual.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Honeysuckle giggled at first. Not like an insane person this time. More like uncontrollable embarrassment laughter. Then she scurried to put her clothes back on. It wasn't necessary, though. Mavdaios had already left the doorway. However, I knew some girls didn’t like to remain nude after sex. I wasn’t sure why.

  I got dressed more slowly, still recovering from what had just occurred. There was no sense in leaving my drooping wet love thruster out on display. Except maybe to let it air dry. There were no towels or the like available, and I preferred not to get my clothes wet and sticky. Nothing ever seemed to fit right then. T
he plus side would be the longer lasting scent of Honeysuckle's pussy on my rod. That just might be worth it.

  When she laid down on the bed, I climbed in behind her for some post lovin’ spooning. I wasn't getting the best vibe from her, though. I was glad that she wiggled toward the edge to give me room to join her.

  "Are you okay?" I asked. If this is her weird style of afterglow, so be it. I could get used to it in time.

  "Yes, I'm fine now," she whispered. I could barely hear her and that concerned me.

  "I can tell that something is wrong, Honey. Just tell me."

  Honey slowly rolled over to face me. That was a good sign, I thought. The meager smile on her face was, too. Only she looked timid. Almost frightened. "There is nothing wrong, Kash. I'm fine. Better than fine, really. In fact, I feel so much closer to you now. I know that is childish, just because we had sex."