Tangled Kinks: The Complete Series

by Piquette Fontaine

  “The point is,” Grodo continued, the details clearly not that important to him, “I realized that what I'd done was wrong.”

  “We both did,” Jim added, and the two men began to step slowly toward her on the bed, making her heart beat faster as they neared.

  “We realized that fighting over you the way we did was patronizing and demeaning to you, that it belittled your freewill and your agency to choose. And that was wrong. We both love you Winter. And if you can find it in your heart to forgive us... We'd really love the chance to make it up to you.”

  Winter's eyes darted from Grodo, to Jim, then back to Grodo. Then she peered over at Cissor from the corner of her eye, to see that she'd frozen mid-masturbation, her hand paused between her legs and one hand locked in a tight grip on her tit, to listen to the conversation.

  Winter turned back, looking at both of the men-

  And fell hard and fast into their arms.

  “Oh yes... Oh yes, I forgive you,” she wheezed, as immediately the men, already aroused and ready for this, promptly began to ravish her, their hands sliding across her body, lowering her down onto the surface of the bed. Grodo, already shirtless, pulled Jim out of his breast armor, and the two topless men ran their hands across one another's chests as Cissor did them the courtesy of peeling Winter out of her dress for them, the sight of the woman's hands skimming across Winter's curves making their mouths water.

  Once Winter was down to her bra and panties, Grodo and Jim tangled themselves back up around her. Both of Jim's hands were on her breasts, kneading up her flesh beneath the cups of her bra and causing the straps to come sliding down along her shoulders in the process. Grodo, meanwhile, had one hand clasped firmly upon her supple buttocks, squeezing and spanking the pale white flesh through her lace, and with his other hand he pushed rhythmically between her thighs, producing an unbearable friction.

  “Oh yes... Oh yes, yes...” she cried, as the two men continued to come at her from all directions. Jim and Grodo both quickly stifled these cries, however, putting their mouths to her own one at a time. First Jim's lips on Winter's, then Winter's lips on Grodo's, then Grodo's lips on Jim's then occasionally, all three sets of lips meeting together in the middle, sticking out their tongues, sucking onto whatever warm, wet surface they could find.

  Next to her, Winter became faintly aware of Cissor moaning as she watched, her hand now having made its way down inside her panties, her fingers pressed directly up into her pussy. She seemed to want to join in the fun herself, but hoped to respect the trio's privacy to some small degree, given the scope of their reunion.

  Fortunately, as the series of moans and grunts echoed out into the hallway, it happened to draw the attention of Dargon and Glace who were walking by in passing. They stopped, looked at each other, and Dargon said suggestively to the ice titan by his side, “I think we're missing the party.”

  Glace nodded in agreement, and the two of them, now both fully erect and ready for fun, hurried over to Cissor's side of the bed, saving her from her unwanted celibacy.

  They were a sea of bodies, twisting together, writhing, filling each other with unspeakable pleasure, the reunion a beautiful one, and the party only just beginning to get started.

  As Cissor was on the bed being pleasured by her two supernatural lovers, Winter was stooped down on the floor, giving oral sex to Jim Slush and Grodo, now both fully naked, making out up above. She wielded both penises in hand, pressing the skin vigorously back and forth, and spitting repeatedly on each one until it was coated with saliva, nice and lubricated for the task ahead. She pulled the skin taut on Jim's cock, and plunged her mouth forward around it, inundating him with her heat, and swallowing him up whole. She bobbed her skull repeatedly forward and away from his body, gouging her throat with his erection, and evoking an audible sigh of pleasure from the man up above. She sucked, and sucked, and sucked, then pressed her face all the way down onto him, at last sliding her lips back up, up, up, building up an incredible suction as she prepared to dismount.

  She snapped her lips away, and quickly took Jim back in her hand, as her face turned, now, toward Grodo, whose cock had a bit of extra length and girth on Jim's own, and would take a bit more maneuvering to fit into her. She took him inside, inch by inch, sliding him down her throat, and after nearly gagging on him a few times, at last got him all stuffed inside her. She began to plunge her neck forward and away as she'd done for Jim, moving a little bit slower, but sliding her tongue all around him in her mouth, making him shake all over from the pleasure as the spit rolled in torrents down along her face.

  Back, forth, back, forth she alternated between the two men, choking repeatedly on their incredible dicks, saliva dripping onto her chin, her breasts, her stomach, as she debased herself, loving every beautiful moment of the depravation. As she was going down on them, she happened to look up from the corner of her eye at the opposite side of the bed, to see what the second trio were up to. They were all having penetrative sex, with Cissor at the bottom of the pile, and Dargon inside her pussy. Glace, meanwhile, was at the top, taking Dargon anally, his weight and the tremendous force of his thrusts pushing Dargon into Cissor's body, and resulting in the three of them moaning with pleasure at the top of their lungs.

  Winter's mouth slipped into a smile around Jim Slush's erection, and her own two men decided to take a page from the other trio's book.

  They didn't end up in quite the same formation. Instead, they slid Winter out of her bra and panties, and laid her out on the bed. Grodo climbed on top of her, slid his huge, sticky dick between her legs, and began to pummel her, roaring wildly as he heaved himself brutally in and out, in and out, in and out. The sensations coursed through Winter's body like mad, as all the while Jim Slush leaned up into her, kissing her on the lips with his tongue in her mouth, rolling it around, and his hands caressing her bare breasts, pinching at the nipples, causing them to grow erect and sensitized with pleasure.

  Grodo pounded, and pounded, and hurled her to the point of an intense, blinding orgasm, cumming inside of her, ejaculating into her wet, floral folds. He filled her to the point of spilling onto the bed as her own climax slowly dissipated, then at last pulled out of her, promptly trading places with Jim. Her pussy still dripping with fluids, Jim slid himself inside her, using Grodo's sperm as lubricant, and began to thrust. Once more, Winter felt herself being brought back up to the previous heights of pleasure, Jim's thrusts feeling wonderful, his touch immaculate after having believed that she would never again have the pleasure of feeling it against her skin.

  Up above, Grodo now took on the role that Jim had been playing, kissing her and playing with her breasts, as he made his way through a remarkably brief refractory period. There was so much sexual activity going on in the room, however, that it proved difficult to avoid arousal for any extended period of time. Before long, Grodo was once more hard as steel and ready for her, and with Jim still plowing her below, he climbed up with his legs around her neck, and slid himself into her face. She swallowed him up, deep throating him as he penetrated her beautiful, heaving skull, her hands on his throbbing ass for support as the two men overwhelmed her.

  Both men came inside her, Jim adding his load to Grodo's between her legs, and Grodo cumming hard in her mouth, his fluids delectable as they ran in streams from her lips. They both extricated themselves, giving her a fleeting sense of relief, yet inside she burned, ready, immediately, for more. She blinked, and moments later to see that Cissor had just been given a similar treatment by her men, her face drenched in semen, her expression depraved and starving for carnal satisfaction.

  Knowing that all four men would need a refractory period after all that had just taken place, Winter and Cissor made their way promptly into one another's arms, melting into one another, and sucking on one another's mouths. The long, hot strands of ejaculate banded from between their lips as they kissed, pushing their tongues into one another, moaning slightly as they ravished each other's smooth, naked bodies. They s
queezed each other's breasts, fingered one another, teased and caressed, and at last bowed their heads between one another's legs, performing mutual oral sex in a sixty-nine position. The men, all the while, stood around watching the two of them, masturbating themselves back to full stiffness. Then, once their reserves of energy had been replenished, they added themselves to the tangle of limbs, all six of them sprawling out into a circle across the bed, heads bowed, necks craning up and down as lips and tongues melted around genitals.

  They continued for some time in this steady, agonizing daisy chain, filling one another to the brim with pleasure, going on and on, their supply of energy seemingly inexhaustible. After a while, the women stepped aside and played with each other from the head of the bed, as they watched the men go at it like mad for their viewing pleasure. First Winter watched in awe as Grodo took Jim Slush brutally from behind like an animal, riding him hard and deep, driving Jim to a fit of burning prostate orgasm. Then Glace and Dargon double teamed Grodo's mouth, followed by his posterior, double penetrating him in a way that made both Winter and Cissor slightly envious.

  Fortunately, though, all this rough male on male play made the men all hungry for some femininity in short enough order, and in no time at all they were giving the girls every single thing that they wanted.

  Jim was lying down on the bed, his chest heaving intensely, the sharp blade of his erection waving through the air. Winter, smiling at him, peering deep into his eyes, climbed up onto his body, straddling his waist. She slid him into the warm, soft, floral folds of her pussy, and moaned as she pushed him up inside her, sinking all the way down to his pelvis. Once he was inside, she placed her hands on his stomach, and slowly began to rock her body around on top of him, her stomach undulating like a serpent, the fleck of her navel dancing through the air, and the jiggling of her breasts clearly hypnotizing the lucky man beneath her. She pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until at last Jim couldn't take it anymore. He reached up for her, placing a hand on the small of her back, and with an abrupt pull yanked her body down onto him, her chest against his own, their faces mere inches away from one another.

  He kissed her, long, deep, and slow on the lips.

  “I love you,” he whispered to her, making her heart skip a beat.

  “I love you too,” she whispered back desperately, and he smiled at her.

  He reached up and seized the supple white flesh of her ass, his nails digging into her to keep her steady. Then he began to ram himself up inside her from below, using all the leverage he could muster to pound her like there was no tomorrow. She cried out in sheer, agonized pleasure, as his cock slammed repeatedly up into her folds, his scrotum bouncing wildly against her orifices as he thrusted up repeatedly from the bed, grunting and pushing and heaving, his nails sinking so deep into her ass that she thought he came close to drawing blood. He fucked, and fucked, and fucked her in this way, bringing her almost, once more, to the point of orgasm.

  He stopped, however, just short of the mark. His body came to a rest beneath her, and the two of them lay there panting, struggling to catch their breaths, their heaving stomachs grazing one another as they peered into each other's eyes. And then, Winter felt the creaking of the bedsprings directly behind her. She felt the heat of Grodo's body as he descended upon her, his glorious weight squeezing against her, crushing her between the two men. His face came forward, his lips planting warm and wet onto her own, the two of them pushing their tongues into one another, inhaling one another.

  She felt the tip of his erection pressing up against her, and then sliding inside, sharing the same wet and already stuffed hole with Jim. He slid pushed his shaft inside her, and began to stretch her out, leaving her screaming with pleasure, and screaming from head to toe. Inch by inch of this second man came burning along inside her, filling her up, up, up, his flesh melting with Jim's into her own, until at long, long last he touched down, leaving her shaking all over.

  And with that, the two men began to fuck her at once.

  Their bodies shifted in and out, sliding in tandem through her folds. Grodo, now with far more room for movement, was doing most of the work from above, his ass clenching and unclenching as he smacked his entire weight into her, drilling her hard with his enormous cock. Jim pushed up into her from below, moving steadily, the men's shafts rubbing up against one another inside her, drilling harder, faster, deeper, with each pasting thrust. Nerves exploded throughout Winter's entire body leaving her screaming, her head spinning, her ears ringing. Then from the corner of her eyes she spotted Cissor mere inches away, in a similar position, her pregnant body being double penetrated by Dargon and Glace, although in her case the men had each taken a different hole. Cissor looked over at her as the two men pummeled her ass and her pussy, with an expression that seemed to say, Isn't this the life?

  Winter smiled back at her, and the two of them leaned into one another, and began to kiss with tongue as the four men annihilated them, the six writhing bodies now connected like a kind of circuit, and the pleasure burning through every quivering limb and nerve ending.

  With a final, devastating force, both Jim and Grodo pushed their bodies all the way up into Winter, making her see stars as their engorged tips touched down almost impossibly deep inside her body. She let out an incredible scream, sinking her nails into Jim's chest to steady herself, and feeling her body beginning to burst with an unprecedented explosion of sensations.

  Almost at once both men proceeded to ejaculate simultaneously into her body, inundating her with pulse after pulse of their hot, molten fluids, coating one another with masculine essence as they continued to push, to hump, to fuck to the very last drop. The load spilled from Winter's overstuffed body, dripping onto her thighs, between Jim's legs, and onto the bedspread.

  Winter screamed at the top of her lungs, a sound so loud that the entire kingdom of Westerado could reasonably have borne witness to the orgy taking place. The sensations coursed through her body, filling her like a drug, and sending her spiraling over the edge. Her spine arched, pushing her up into Grodo, her toes curled, and a powerful orgasm tore through her anatomy like a snowstorm.

  “Oh God! Yes! FUUUUUUUUCK!”

  And WHAM!

  The women both shrieked, and the men started, as the bed creaked, and then went plummeting to the floor, their unruly and persistent sexual antics knocking it clean from its foundation, and causing the legs to give out from under it.

  The marital bed now lying on the floor and the legs having rolled across to the corners of the room, all six of them began to laugh uncontrollably, loving that their activities had resulted in such mayhem.

  Jim and Grodo slowly pulled themselves from Winter's body, and the two men wrapped her up in their arms, their reunion a stunning and beautiful success. They kissed and caressed one another's dripping, exhausted bodies in the afterglow, with the other three quickly joining them, rolling around in the sweaty, disheveled sheets.

  In a matter of moments, the large royal family, including Grodo, its newest member, had drifted off to sleep. Winter and Jim lingered a moment longer, peering lovingly into one another's eyes, laying side by side in the afterglow. They gently closed their lids, smiling, and Winter took a deep breath, as sleep gently overtook her.

  The kingdom of Westerado was at last whole again, and so was Winter.

  THE END

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  Older Vampiress, Younger Men

  Chapter One

  I want to suck your—

  What?

  I was going to say “blood,” dammit! It should have been pretty damn obvious from the cover that I'm a vampire! Get your damn mind out of the gutter!

  Eh, who the hell am I kidding? I sure as hell don't have room to criticize. I'm in
my mid 400's for Christ's sake, and all I ever think about is sex. Well, sex and blood. I'd hoped maybe the taste for both might dry up a little bit whenever I hit menopause, if you catch my drift, but no such flippin' luck I'm afraid.

  See, you've probably heard it said that the surefire way to keep a vampire from biting someone is with a stake to the heart. But for me, well—

  Let's just say that a stake between the legs works a hell of a lot better in my case...

  Maybe I should start from the beginning.

  I was originally bitten by a bat as a teenager-I can't even remember how old at this point, because bear in mind I'm now 444 years old. 2/3 of the way to the real landmark in a vampire's age, 666! God, I don't even want to think about it... I'm just now starting to get my first couple of gray hairs now and then, and it gives me the heebie freakin' jeebies just to think about 200 years from now!

  See, once I turned eighteen, it was like my aging suddenly started slowing down. It took me about a whole decade to seem as though I'd aged a single year, thus why I'm presently 444 years old and still look like a 40-year-old MILF.

  Actually, I find MILF to be a disrespectful term for a woman such as myself.

  I prefer to think of myself as a VILF.