Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  You whine with pleasure around his cock as he toys with your nipples. Sucking him and being touched by him is driving you wild. You remember you read something about the pleasure a woman experiences when she takes a man into her throat. “No finer morsel could be swallowed,” the book described. You want to try it and see if it is that wonderful.

  Taking Bog’s cock all the way to the back of your mouth, you let his fat cockhead press against your tonsils and your swallow reflex. You try to gulp his huge tip into your throat and you only manage to gag yourself.

  “Oh, that’s a good girl,” moans Bog. “Take it slow. Relax. It will fit.”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” you reply and swallow again. This time you sputter and have to pull your mouth off his cock. Between gasps, you say, “It’s so big.”

  “Yes, well, it is rather larger,” chuckles Bog.”I do not want you to choke yourself, my dear. Your mouth alone was heavenly. You may—“

  You ignore his pass to abandon your efforts and you return your mouth to his cock. This time you push more forcefully, gulping his hard cockflesh past the tight ring of your esophagus and into your throat. Once his huge tip pushes past, you are able to slide the rest of his cock into your throat with relative ease. You take him until your nose is pressed into his graying pubic hair and his soft bollocks are against your chin.

  “Oh, gods, that’s good,” moans Bog. “Not even Velora does it that deep.”

  You stay still for a few seconds, knowing that if you pull back before your tummy steadies itself you might gag and lose your breakfast. Once you do slide back up his cock, you manage to take him back deep into your throat with less effort. It is difficult to breathe, eye-wateringly uncomfortable, but Bog reacts as if he is in heaven.

  “Ohhhhh, gods, I can feel… your throat… massaging me. Oh, gods, you are going to make me spill my seed. Is that what you want? Is that what… ohhhhhh… you’re trying to do to me, Penny?”

  “Mmmmmmhhmmmm,” you manage, the sound vibrating through your throat and against his fat cock.

  “Ahhhhhh! Here it comes!” He cries with pleasure, grabbing the back of your head and pushing your nose deep into his hair. You feel his cock jerking between your lips and against your tight throat. Hot liquid pours into your belly. It gushes out in jerking pumps and flows straight into your stomach. You swallow reflexively and only taste Bog’s cum as you finally pull his cock out of your throat and into your mouth. You stroke his spit-wet shaft and look up at him as you suck hard to finish him off. The last drops of cum flow into your mouth and you gulp them down your tender throat.

  “Ohhhhh, my sweet, you are too kind to me,” he says, wiping tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “Come, let me make you some tea. Your throat will be sore after that.”

  It is not too bad. After two cups of tea and a few hours, your throat feels almost normal. More importantly, Bog is beaming with satisfaction and you cannot stop thinking about how good it felt to have his cock spurting cum into your throat. No wonder the lewd texts you sometimes read describe the act as such a delight.

  Bog calls for the caravan to rest just after the high sun. The scouts ride ahead to find a good spot and it is decided to spend the midday in a small village called Yarb. The village is in the Skelchain foothills, the white capped mountains seeming purple on the distant horizon, and the only tavern is staffed by a kindly family of towheaded hill people. Bog pays them handsomely for a feast for the caravan’s riders and reserves a small semi-private dining room for you and he to enjoy your meal together.

  The youngest daughter, Thena, is your serving girl as you and Bog sample the watery ale and meal of simple ox stew, fresh bread, red-skinned cheese, and various pickled vegetables. Thena is a slender, pretty young thing, all smiles and whirling skirts as she comes and goes with trays of food for the outriders and wagon drivers. You catch Bog watching her serve the sudden rush of customers with her mother and two older sisters.

  “You like her, don’t you?” You say, running your hand into his lap. He chuckles as your fingers press at his stiffening cock.

  “Do you know me so well already?”

  “I think I know you fairly well,” you say, reaching into his trousers. “You are never entirely satisfied and when you see a pretty young thing you want to have her.”

  You draw his cock out of his trousers and begin to stroke it. You pause to drip saliva into your hand and spread it on his shaft and over his cockhead. He shudders with pleasure, watching your hand pump up and down his purpling cock. Thena returns to check on you. She surely sees your hand in Bog’s lap and your arm working as you wank his hard cock. Her apple cheeks grow redder and she averts her gaze.

  “Um, is there anything else you would like?”

  “Do you have any mead?” You ask her as you swirl your thumb on the tip of Bog’s cock.

  “Umm, no, but I have some wine mulling. Would you, um, like that?”

  “Yes,” says Bog. “Fetch us two cups of mulled wine.”

  As soon as Thena has left the room, you climb onto Bog’s lap, stroking him between your legs with your hand as you kiss him passionately. He grabs your round ass with both hands, squeezing it through your skirt as you wiggle in his lap and work your hand up and down his rigid cock. You break your hungry kiss and smile at him devilishly.

  “What’s that for?” He asks.

  You flutter your lashes and turn around suddenly in his lap. You lift the back of your skirt and reach lower to pull your panties off one pale buttock and expose the fuzzy peach of your cunt and the pink clench of your asshole. Bog lets out a groan, smacking one hand heavily against your bare buttock. You guide his cock to your steamy cunt.

  “Oh, yes, put it inside you,” he moans.

  Heedless of who might see, you press your dewy folds to Bog’s hard cock, opening your velvet petals against the fat head of his cock. You turn your hips so that the plump merchant can watch your blushing folds swallow his hard cock. You sink down onto his manhood slowly, blowing a gasp out of your parted lips as you stretch your nearly-virgin channel on his fat cock. Bog braces your round ass with his hands, spreading your cheeks for an even better view of your swollen cunt engulfing his cock and sliding down onto inch after inch.

  “You naughty girl,” he moans. “You seemed so… prim and proper when I hired… oooohhh.”

  You begin to ride his cock, your shapely thighs flexing as you bounce your ample ass in his lap and ride your hot, clutching pussy up and down the great pillar of his cock. You look back at him over your shoulder, your skirt still held bunched so he can watch your ass riding up and down in his lap.

  “Do you want me to stop?” You pant.

  “Please don’t,” laughs Bog, leaning back and watching you ride his cock.

  Your ass clenches and you pop your pussy off and back on his cock repeatedly. You watch the pleasure on his face over his shoulder. At any moment, one of the caravan riders could walk in and see you shamelessly riding Bog’s big cock. It’s exhilarating. You remember the way Velora would take pride in her sexual adventures, the more wild the better, and you let out a cry of pleasure. You understand it now. That intense feeling that you are doing something bad and it feels so good.

  Your pleasure rises with each twitch of your hips and each hot slide of your pussy up and down Bog’s fat dick. You feel so full. Your ass jiggles with each ride up and down and as you lean forward your breasts nearly spill from your blouse. As you feel your orgasm tightening within you and coiling around Bog’s manhood, you look up and see Thena leaning against the doorway to the private room. Her blue eyes are wide and her lips are parted in a silent cry of surprise. You lock eyes with her, flushed and too far into the rising tide of your orgasm to feel any shame.

  “Ohhhhhhhh yesss!” You cry, your thighs quaking and your pussy clutching at Bog’s huge cock. Your hot contractions squeeze every inch of his rigid manhood.

  “I am nearly bursting,” pants your passive lover. “You had best… dismount or…”

 
“Cum inside me!” You cry. “Fill me with your seed!”

  Thena, face crimson, ducks back through the door as Bog finally takes hold of your waist and rams his cock deep into your pussy. Your walls are still squeezing against his bulging fuckpole as you feel it jerk and suddenly flood your fluttering cunt with his seed. The sounds of sex become more pronounced, wet and lewd to match the slippery spunk coating his cock and dripping from your stretched pussy. You rise unsteadily from his lap, mopping a napkin on his cock and between your thighs before you return to your seat, flushed and satisfied.

  As you finish your meal, you think about the way Bog looked at Thena and the way the young, fair-haired serving girl watched you fucking the merchant. As the caravan is packing up, you steal into the kitchen, ostensibly to pay a bonus to the grizzled father of the family for his hospitality. Once you have done that, you seek out his daughter. Her face is flushed as she washes dishes in a tub of steamy water. Her eyes widen as she sees you approach.

  “How much does your father pay you to serve customers?” You ask, resting a hand on hers.

  “To serve… customers? Miss, I am his daughter. It is my duty to bring the food and wash the dishes.”

  You reach into the purse at your hip and show her a fair handful of silver and gold zeks. It is only a fraction of what Boggen Luckfen has paid you already, but it must be a small fortune to a girl living in the hills and waiting tables at a wayside tavern.

  “W-what is that for?” She asks, staring at the coins in your hand.

  “Don’t customers ever ask for certain extra services? Do you refuse them?”

  Her cheeks darken. She lowers her gaze.

  “I am not a whore,” she says.

  “But your sisters?” You ask, casting your gaze to the other girls who are flirting brazenly with men from the caravan even now. You have seen them disappear into more than one wagon and you are certain they are in business for themselves.

  “What do you want from me?” She asks.

  “Meet me at the carriage,” you say, pressing a single gold zek into her hand. “There will be more if you join us for a little ride.”

  You turn to leave the tavern’s kitchen.

  “I won’t,” she says.

  A few minutes later, as the caravan is making ready to depart from Yarb, there is a soft knock on the door of the carriage. You open the door and lean out. Thena is standing there, her apron replaced with a shawl that covers her bare shoulders. She smiles weakly.

  “How many zeks?”

  “Five gold,” you say. “Ten silver.”

  “I will ride with you to Arbrough,” she says. “I have a cousin there I can stay the night with.”

  You are not certain how much time with Thena that will give you and Bog, but you intend to make the most of it. You offer her a helping hand up into the carriage. She looks in wonder at the opulence of the gilded carriage. She smiles nervously at Bog, who is staring with confusion.

  “Bog,” you say. “Thena is going to join us for a bit. I thought we could use some… extra company.”

  “That would be… fine…”

  The reason for her joining you finally dawns on him. The confusion fades from his expression, to be replaced by his wide grin.

  “Oh, my, yes,” he says. “Welcome aboard. Would you like a drink? Some wine? We bought some bottles of your family’s Grissenau.”

  “Do you have anything stronger?” She asks in a soft voice.

  Bog chuckles and pours the nervous young woman a tall cup of brandy. She gulps the strong liqueur, spilling a bit on her chin. You dab her chin with a napkin and she looks at you with doe-eyed innocence. You cannot resist giving her a soft kiss. And then another. And another after that, your lips parting and your tongue delving into the hot, sweet swirl of her mouth. She relaxes into your embrace and moans as you bring your hand to her slender thigh.

  “Oh, how lovely,” murmurs Bog.

  Thena’s shawl slips off her shoulder and you begin kissing her neck. You press your hand under her skirt and into the warmth of her inner thighs. Her quim is warm, her petals soft and her mound lightly tufted with hair. Your fingers probe her sex as she gasps with lust and presses tightly against you. The taboo of touching a woman in this way only stokes the fires inside you. You slip off the bench and spread her thighs. Bog groans with lust as you lift Thena’s skirt and press your face between her thighs.

  “Oh, gods,” whines the slender blonde girl. “What are you… ohhhh… your tongue!”

  You ravish her perky quim with your tongue, lapping at her slit, the bud of her clit, and delving your tongue into the hot channel of her sex. You moan with desire, reaching between your shapely thighs to pleasure yourself with your fingers as you lick the young serving girl. She pulls her legs up, giving you even better access, and you bury your tongue into her clutching sex. She strokes the back of your head. You lick insistently at her clit until she begins to squirm and buck against your face.

  “Oohhhhh! Oh, gods!” She cries, thrusting her sweet petals against your tongue. You lap furiously at her clit until she wails with pleasure and bucks hard, arching up off the seat.

  Her orgasm subsides and you stroke her with your fingers as you climb atop her. You kiss her sweetly, sharing her taste on your tongue as you rub at her clit.

  “I want you to feel this good,” she moans against your lips.

  “A sweet thought,” you hiss in reply, “but I asked you to come here for someone else.”

  You both turn and look at Bog, who is leaned back on his bench with his legs apart and his hand rubbing at the large bulge in his trousers. A lust-drunk smile is plastered on his face.

  “Oh, did you remember me?” He laughs.

  You giggle and take Thena’s hand, leading her off the bench and on your knees to crawl over to Bog. You take his cock out and the young serving girl’s eyes go wide at the size of it. You grasp it with both hands and wank him slowly, a clear drop of liquid welling to the tip of his slit.

  “Taste it,” you say, gently pushing the back of her head. She leans down and reluctantly runs her tongue over the head of his cock. You watch her uncertain reaction. You giggle, “You are adorable.”

  You kiss her and share the faint taste of Bog’s precum. You continue to work your hand on his cock. She strokes him as well and begins licking his tip. You take him into your mouth, bobbing up and down on him as he moans and then handing his glistening cock off to Thena. Her mouth is smaller and she seems to struggle to fit his cock past her lips at all. She finally manages to take him into her mouth and Bog lets out a groan of satisfaction.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moans, trying her best to bob her mouth on his cock. She pulls off with a gasp and laughs, “It’s so much bigger than I expected.”

  “It is big,” you agree. “Let’s cooperate.”

  You press your lips to the head of one side of his cock and Thena presses her mouth to the other side. You both begin to lick and slurp and slide your mouths against his cock. You keep your hand at his root as you both work to pleasure him. Bog’s swollen cock goes from crimson to purple and begins to steadily drool salty-sweet precum all over his cock and beneath your tongues.

  “Come here, dear,” says Bog, stroking Thena’s head.

  She climbs onto the bench with him. He unties her blouse and pushes it away from her tiny, perky breasts. His fat tongue slides over the pale pebbles of her nipples and he sucks at the slight mounds of her breasts. She whines with pleasure, clinging to his balding head as he holds her slender waist. You vigorously suck him as you watch him fondling Thena, your hand between your thighs and your fingers playing at your clit.

  With a little guidance from Bog, Thena straddles his lap. You slide his fat cock out of your mouth and guide it to the hot groove of her sex. She whines with effort, her little ass pushed back as her delicate folds part against the huge head of his cock. Her nectar spills down his cock as she pushes down onto his cock.

  “Ohhhhhh,” you gasp, watching him stretch her
little pussy and simultaneously thrusting three fingers into your own pussy. You stroke the pale firmness of her little butt, watching her begin to move atop him. You kiss her buttocks and caress Bog’s tightening balls.

  “Gods,” he groans loudly as she moves atop him. She bounces faster and faster, clearly forgetting her shyness as she surrenders her body to the pleasure. You part her firm cheeks, exposing the pale pink knots of her anus. With only a moment’s hesitation, you dive your tongue into her crack.

  “Mmmmmm, oh, your tongue!” She cries, looking back at you over her shoulder. To your surprise, Thena reaches down and grabs the back of your head, pulling you against her firm butt. She moans, “Lick itttttt!”

  While you tongue her tight asshole, Thena moves faster and faster atop Bog’s straining cock. She cries out with pleasure and you feel her pucker clenching tight beneath your tongue, squeezing in rhythm with her orgasmic spasms.

  “Going to cum!” groans Bog.

  Quick as a gazelle, Thena rises from his cock and falls to her knees beside you. You press your faces side-by-side, looking up, tongues out as Bog rises from the bench and wanks his straining cock from root to purple cap. Cum fires out in hot, thick streams that splash across your face and Thena’s face, into your mouth and hers, and all over your breasts. Your tongues meet in the salty stream and you share Bog’s thick load in a slow, sensual kiss.

  After, you luxuriate nude with the slender serving girl, her head on your breasts and your hand playing lightly with her quim. The caravan arrives in Arbrough all too soon and she bids you and Bog farewell.

  “Stop by the next time you come through town,” she says, giving you each a last kiss.

  “My, my, you are full of surprises,” Bog says to you once the caravan is underway once more.

  “I aim to please.”

  The following morning, the caravan stops in a small farming community and you are given a hot bath to soak in. Returning from the bath, you find another sumptuous feast, slightly spoiled by Luckfen wearing nothing but a robe and his stockinged feet. At least, by the wetness of his white hair and his pleasant aroma, he has bathed as well.