I felt myself getting wet, an eager craving coming from between my legs that dispersed through me like a sensual infection. Suddenly, I longed to be set free, to be unchained—but not so I could run away and escape. Oh no. I wanted to show this mythological milk-thirsty stud exactly the effect he was having on my nether mouth. And I didn't mind one bit that my Daddy was present, watching in bondage.
My prayers were about to be answered.
The Minotaur reached up and broke the metal bracelets that bound me, snapping them in his powerful palms as though they were made of plasticine. He stepped back, allowing me space to rub my sore wrists and compose myself.
I mustered every ounce of courage I had, and bravely walked up to my captor. I could see the entrance to the cave behind him, and I knew that even if i wanted to, there was no way I could pass through. Not yet. I had to earn my freedom. The hard way.
The beast put his hand on the back of my head and pressed slightly but firmly, pushing me downwards and causing me to fall to my knees. In this posture, my face was level with those white boxers, and the thing opened his stance slightly, making it unquestionably obvious what he desired.
From inside of the sparking-white underwear, I slowly became awfully conscious of something expanding. An immense, broad hard-on of unbelievable size. It stretched the cotton fabric, looking as wide as a tree branch. My eyes lit up.
"Oh Christ," I said, as I watched my new-found master pull his underwear down, revealing every inch of his mammoth cock, which sprung up as sturdy and rigid as a diving board.
The man-beast was evidently aroused, and it seemed as though the more I looked, the harder he got. It was the hugest thing I had ever seen, an enormous guarantee of satisfaction and suffering. It was time to get to work.
From where I knelt, my eyes were pulled to his weighty balls and pulsating cock, my stare locked like a magnetic attraction to the stiff force that stood proud before me.
I could sense what the Minotaur wanted, so in one urgent moment I opened my lips and captured an incredible ancient ball in my mouth. The beast's testicles were fluffy, the measurement of large oranges, with a similar rubbery skin. They were primitive, and furry, but very suckable. My tongue licked all over the exterior, no doubt delivering tremulous feelings of pleasure through the creature's crotch and up his spinal cord. He groaned in bliss, and encouragingly patted me on the top of my head.
He grasped my skull in his rubbery hands, his monstrous palms cupping my face, so he could help control the motion. I lapped and suckled, bathing the gigantic fruit in spittle, as I felt my own arousal increase between my legs. Amazingly, I was readily able to take one ball in my mouth completely, and I nurtured the nut lovingly. I deliberately allowed my teeth to lightly scrape down the sides, toying with and taunting the Minotaur as I showed him the fine line between delight and danger.
I could no longer ignore the throbbing dick that bobbed about before me. It was like an angry serpent that I urgently wanted to tame, and so I grabbed it, clutching it in my palm. As soon as I gripped it I never wanted to let it go, stroking it and caressing its massive shaft. My fingers were not long enough to fit all the way around it, so I settled for massaging up and down the length. However, this was not the moment to be delicate, and as I clamped it in a vice-like grip I felt it expand and throb. I knew that this was unbelievable, amazing, and that if I didn't attempt to make to the most of this opportunity I may l live to regret it.
So, I took my lips away from the straining balls and tried to take his cock in my mouth. I had to open my mouth wider than I ever had in my life, to have any hope of even getting any part of the exceptionally large penis into my mouth, but with a little lick and a lot of faith I was able to pop the head inside, and away I sucked. It tasted like uncooked meat, and as I sighed into my mouthful of cock, the Minotaur growled, reassuring me that he was enjoying himself. The first six inches of his dick filled my mouth completely, and as I gagged I knew that I would surely choke if I were to try to take the whole twelve. Yes, twelve.
To my sudden surprise, the mysterious creature shortly made the decision he wanted something else, and he pushed my head away. I looked back at Peter, and as I made eye contact with my stepfather, I knew that he could see the slight shame in my eyes just as clearly as I could see the desire in his.
"What do you think he wants now?" I whispered to Peter. It was then that I noticed that Peter was pitching his second tent of the evening, his large erection obvious through the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants. I was turning my stepdad on, and I didn't mind one bit.
"I'm not sure Charlie," he said. "But it looks like he's enjoying it. So give him what he wants and then let's get out of here."
The Minotaur reached down and effortlessly ripped off my jeans and shoes, leaving me just in my socks. He seized me by my arms, raising me up off the ground like I was weightless, until our faces were level. We both looked into each other's eyes, striving to comprehend each other across far-away civilizations and different embodiments. For a moment there, I truly thought I witnessed a glint of humankind, something potentially peaceful hiding behind his firm, cold stare.
Before I got the chance to delve deeper, the beast turned me upside down so that his mouth was between my legs, flawlessly placed to discover the valley where my pleasure spot was located.
Whilst being dangled by my ankles I felt a fantastic feeling of compliance as this breathtaking animal took total command. I was subtly swinging in mid-air like a graceful pendulum, his rock hard abs an upside down oil painting which I had time to admire, whilst I felt his hot breath against my panties.
His long, strong tongue moved my panties to one side, revealing my moist, part shaven snatch. He licked my pussy with no finesse at all, an animalistic aggressiveness that pleasured me as it flicked over my clitoris and started to delve inside. The more I moaned, the more he probed, his licks picking up speed as he tongue-fucked me determinedly. It felt bigger than any human man's dick, and it touched places I never knew existed, giving me sensations I never thought possible.
The relentless tongue was driving me crazy. I was soaked and could feel my climax building up. Just when I though I couldn't take any more and was about to cum, the Minotaur withdrew his tongue and stopped. It was then that I realized he had been preparing me, readying me for the main course.
I was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, where I tried to catch my breath. The beast's pheromones that had turned me on earlier now flooded down my throat and up into my nostrils with each inhale of air. I was inundated with something that felt like a cross between adrenaline and alcohol, a vortex of lust and arousal that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The Minotaur walked over to where Peter hung and snapped his chains, and I watched as my stepdad fell to his knees, panting and rubbing his wrists. Why the creature had freed him was, at this point, unclear to me. The man-beast dominantly encouraged me to get on all fours, so my round, fleshy ass was in clear view of both parties. I felt his leathery palms on my body again, this time on my ass, as the Minotaur gently parted my cheeks. Then I realized what he had in mind. He was offering me to my stepdad, promoting me like a prize that he was free to come and take.
I felt a tantalizing thrill as the beast's tail stroked up and down the inside of my thighs, the tassel teasing my entrance. I heard Peter's footsteps nearing and I turned my head and saw him pulling his bottoms down along with his underwear, his cock stiff and impressive in size—larger than most men's, but no comparison to that of our captor. It was obvious that Peter desired me, and the ass he had previously made fun of was in fact very appealing to him.
I'm not ashamed to admit that at this point I was literally begging to be fucked. I knew where Peter wanted to go, and he had been given a first-class ticket to his destination. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me now." I couldn't help myself. I wiggled my fat ass from left to right, enticing him. This was the only prompt he needed, for my stepdad got to his knees behind me, the Minotaur still standing t
The head of my daddy's cock pressed against my snatch, blending his pre-cum with the beast's spit and my juices. As it rubbed up and down my lips they parted slightly, then a little bit more, until they spread wide, well and truly ready. My daddy slowly slid his cock inside. It felt great, and I yelled, I gasped for breath, an outburst of extreme and astonishing passion. My daddy's cock filled me up, and inch by inch the Minotaur’s hands backed my ass up, as Peter persisted, until we were united as one. Not just me and Daddy united as one, but the beast also. We were like one big happy family. Daddy's dick had disappeared inside me—he had plunged his sword in deep, all the way to the hilt.
We bounced and pounded and pushed and pulled each other into a euphoria, a fierce battle where both parties could potentially win the war. The sensations increased and we made love like wild ponies, reacting instinctively to each other’s moans.
Caught up in the moment, I hadn't noticed that the beast was no longer gripping my ass, as his hands on my rump had been replaced with those of my daddy. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, and there I saw him—the beast had moved over to the front of me. It was abundantly clear that I was going to be on the receiving end of a forbidden Minotaur spitroasting, and I took one last deep breath of air and readied myself, unsure if I could take it but prepared to give it my best shot. The massive bell entered my open mouth again, more forcefully than before, as the Minotaur clasped the back of my head and face-fucked me with a relentless amount of vigour. Big balls banged on the back of my legs, while the unbearably large cock completely filled my mouth. Both cocks mirrored each other like swinging hammocks. It felt as though they were going to meet in the middle.
I almost gagged and let pangs of pleasure bounce around inside my mind, pussy and soul. It was obvious I was sucking the Minotaur just right, as I felt his cock twitch and witnessed his balls tighten.
That was when I came, an amazing unrelenting rush that journeyed from between my legs, through my body and around my head, making me wrawl and weep and groan. With the studs either side of me, an orgasmic energy was created, and I sensed they were both also about to cum. One of my hands reached out in front of me and cupped the Minotaur’s balls, while my other hand reached down between my legs and squeezed Daddy's balls, and this sudden added pressure seemed to do the trick. With an all-powerful howl both came together, man and monster mixed into one harmonic climax.
I felt a magnificent sensation, a racing pulse of seed that sprayed inside me. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cream sprayed from Daddy's sack and filled my pussy. The sperm blindly made their way, paddling along. They only had one way to go, and that was towards my fertile egg, and they made their way there as I felt the Minotaur’s cock expand between my lips.
I pulled it out of my mouth and looked deep into its eye as I felt it pulse and throb between my fingertips. The Minotaur ejaculated his spunk right into my open mouth, and I stuck out my tongue as he fired a line of sperm that sprayed out like a fireman's hose, exploding in my face. Dear readers, I attempted to swallow as fast as I humanly could, but the load was ridiculous and most of it poured down my face and splattered my milky tits.
My fingers caressed the twelve inch rod as the minotaur dripped the last of his seed onto my tongue, just as Peter withdrew, leaving me full. I felt truly complete, truly appreciated, truly adored.
I sat down on the cold floor, wiped my face with the tattered rag that used to be my top, opened my legs and looked down at my cream-pie. “Man. I think I may possibly be in a little bit of trouble." A gooey waterway of rich snowy jizz trickled down my thigh and onto the ground.
Exhausted, the Minotaur tumbled back but kept his footing, while Peter crumpled to the ground, spent. Leisurely, I looked up at the man-beast. He stepped to the side and motioned to the open corridor-exit, and as he did so I swear I saw him smile for a moment. Me and Peter got to our feet, and made our way to the exit. I almost didn't want to leave him—I wanted to ask him if I could stay—just for a little while longer, but Peter gripped my hand tightly and led me off. I looked back at the Minotaur, the amazing creature of myth and legend. I waved at him and I couldn't help a tear forming in my eye.
"What an experience," I commented.
We followed the long, twisting tunnels of the cave and sure enough, we found our way back outside, the sky a beautiful tranquil pink as the sun was starting to rise. As we walked back to the campsite to find my mom and my baby, it suddenly dawned on me that I might very well get pregnant. But I knew I would get through this, with or without my mother’s approval. I was a strong girl. I would find a way to deal with it. At least Peter had money. He’d be able to help out.
I would never forget what happened on that dark mid-summer's night. And nor did I want to. The Minotaur would remain in my dreams. Always.
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By
Daisy N. Chains
It was a fine tropical day. The green of the trees formed a glorious canopy against a crystal clear blue sky. My husband, myself and our small baby had arrived by motorboat to this exotic destination two days previously, keen to explore the jungle.
The mossy ground was still not completely dry from the previous night's rain. Here, we could relax and enjoy our amazing surroundings. And although we knew it wasn't conventional for a couple to take such a young child to such a remote vacation spot, it was only for a couple of days, and we had more than enough supplies and a nice big tent for the three of us to get cosy in. Amazingly, this was the one place that I truly felt safe, my one true haven in life, and I was thrilled to be here with my family.
I had been married to Jeff for a little over a year now. He was an estate agent, all fast motors and pricey designer watches. Sleek dark hair, ripped body and great abs. He worked out frequently, and was proud of it. He was unquestionably good-looking, but unfortunately sometimes rather conceited.
Evening was on its way. "Come on, Jeff. Keep up!" I chuckled, and my husband gave me a spirited glare.
“Hey! I'm the one that's lugging the tent y'know,” he moaned, although I knew he didn’t really mind. I was the one carrying our baby, and that was a far more important job. And luckily for me, she was a lot lighter than the tent.
“Hang on, honey. I'm getting a little out of breath,” Jeff called out.
“Slow Moe!” I yelled back. We were both in a good mood—this trip was having the desired relaxing effect we were looking for.
We trekked for a little while longer, admiring our tropical surroundings, until we came to a small clearing. I waited. Jeff caught up with me, huffing and puffing. "Just the spot!"
He got out our two-man tent, and began setting it up. I unpacked our small rucksack, and laid out our cold dinner on a blanket nearby. The sun was starting to go down.
“Let's start a fire?" I suggested. "It might get a bit chilly when the sun goes down, and it's not bedtime yet.”
“Sure, let's do that.” Jeff smiled.
"Sweetie, could you go grab some firewood?” I said, and Jeff looked slightly crabby, but all the same did as he was asked. He brought back some dried-out tree logs and a few sticks, and a couple of minutes later, we had a nice fire going, perfectly enclosed in the small dry area in the centre of the clearing.
My baby was tired, so I breastfed her and laid her down on a nice, soft blanket in the tent. She went out like a light, sleeping deeply.
Jeff and I cuddled next to the fire. I had been right, the climate was definitely starting to cool down. “Do you know any good ghost stories?” I asked my husband.
“No... but I know some good monster stories." Jeff placed the lantern under his chin, illuminating his face in a scary manner. It made me laugh, but it also made me change my mind.
“Actually, on second thought... let's not do that,” I said. “I'll never get to sleep if we go down that road."
Jeff put his arm around me and squeezed me tight, his big barrel chest pressing up against me. I could feel his muscles straining under his top. “Well, we don't have to actually sleep,” he said, obviously hinting that he needed a bit of TLC. We had been walking for a major part of the day, and I was fully aware that men needed a bit of relief on a regular basis. Come to think of it, so did I. I leaned in and kissed him.
“I'd never do anything to scare you, honey,” he said, comfortingly.
We sat around the flames for a bit longer, talking about how much we appreciated getting away from everything for the weekend. Here, we could get away from it all.
Suddenly, I pulled away from him and gasped.
"What the hell was that? There, by the trees.” I could feel my heartbeat increasing in tempo—it felt like a mini bongo drum in my chest. I pointed to where I thought I saw a dark shape move.
Jeff nonchalantly glanced over and laughed softly.
“Valerie, I know we're far from home, but there really aren’t such things as ghosts.” God, he was annoying sometimes.
"Well, obviously there aren't such things as ghosts. But, what about monsters..." As soon as I had said the words I knew how ridiculous they sounded. "I know, but I really thought I saw something..."
We embraced again, but no sooner had we done so than we heard what appeared to be a creepy, far-away cry. We looked at each other, and I saw Jeff's face turning very white. It took him a few seconds to be able to form words.
“Look, don't worry. That appeared to be a long way away, and it was almost certainly an exotic bird or something. There's lots of different wildlife out here, most of them completely harmless. They're probably more scared of us than we are of them."
His attempt to comfort me actually worked a little.
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