by Riley Moreno
“OH baby that is nothing. You haven’t seen anything yet. “Taking his hard thick cock he gently rubbed it against her soaked pussy lips.
His rigid member teased her pussy with its plump head wanting to enter her in the worst way she could see it in his own eyes filled with a lusciousness look she had never seen on any man before. After what seemed to be nearly fifteen if not more minutes of foreplay he lightly shoved his hardness inside her vaginal walls. Pulsing inside of her almost as if it were a separate animate object its elongated fleshy member probed through her massaging every inch of her practically hitting her the top of stomach. His balls heavy with his man juice slapped against her pussy lips the sound of his flesh pounding against hers in a sweaty workout fashion enough to cause her to reach another orgasm. Digging her nails into his back reaching down to his firm ass cheeks she encouraged his thrusts to go deeper into her begging him to give her an orgasm she would never forget. She wanted all of him every piece inside of her begging for him to just flood her with his juices. Never had she allowed any man to cum inside of her for fear of STDS and pregnancy but he was different he was so pure from his clear sky blue eyes to his tanned skin as if he had never experienced even a pimple outbreak he was free of any blemishes.
“I love you Peter. I love you like no other man I have ever been with baby. Give it to me. I want you so bad. “Her heart pounding in her chest sweat glazing her perky breasts like biscuits smothered with butter not thinking twice of what she said and what it really meant.
“Your wish is my command once again love. You ready. Ahhhhhhhhhh. “His cries of ecstasy almost like the growl of some creature she never heard before resonated in her eardrums as he arched his back up and thrust his man seed deep into her willing pussy.
Warming her vaginal walls with his seed she too came once again. In unison both of their love juices met each other mingling as old friends and lovers. Such beauty it was so perfect and yet so intricate in how this unison took place. Just a few hours ago she didn’t want to go anywhere with him now almost as if she were under some spell powered by his magical lust she would go to any place he asked.
Smiling she kissed her new lover his sweaty hair now practically glued to his face tickling her chest and neck she dug into his back again sorry that she was hurting him but wanting more of him at the same time. His limp penis shriveled back his cum still oozing out of it into her. Running her fingernails along the side of his waist tickling his skin with her sleek caresses she watched in awe as his eyes rolled back in his head. She finally had true love and hot sex all rolled in one. Life was good now for the former Science Teacher. There was life after Rod Cassidy. Laying back against the car window she had sworn off smoking a long time ago. For a very brief moment she swore she would go against that long ago promise she made with herself. After all this was a revelation in her once pathetic life.
“So shall we go see your mother and see what we can do. “Sitting up he started buttoning his denim shirt covering his sinewy chest form her view.
“Yes but not before I get to sample seconds.” Staring down at his now flaccid penis a few short sucks was it all took for him to moan and bring it back to life.
“Fuck you’re hot Gabby. Damn I never had a human woman as good as you ever. “
“And you never will. “Laughing she returned to her task at hand.
Chapter 6
Gabby couldn’t believe that they were on her block exactly the way it was when she was a little girl back in the seventies. The cars were neatly lined up her spiraling road nestled underneath those barren oak trees that supplied plenty of shade and foliage during the blazing days of August. Hardly anyone was around as this was daytime still and most folks with the exception of few like Mr. and Mrs. Hardy were home an elderly couple right across the street. In fact, Mr. Hardy was sitting in the living room rocking away gazing out into the quiet neighborhood. She could see those loving teal eyes of his just gazing away wondering when his son Ted would come by to visit again. Poor Mr. and Mrs. Hardy were so lonely that anyone who visited them often wound up staying for hours listening to his heroic war stories.
The sky above was a resplendent crystal blue this mid-December morning the glistening sun offering very little warmth as the howling winds roared in from above. Rubbing her hands together as the biting winds pecked away at her exposed flesh Gabby could truly appreciate living in a warm tropical environment right about now. Maybe Peter would take her to one of those destinations on their next adventure. Being right on cue as he always had thus far he nudged her with his left hand and smiled almost as if to say anything she wants was his pleasure to give.
“This is the moment it occurs babe. Time is of the essence let’s hurry. “Grabbing her hand firmly they crossed the street just as a silver tractor trailer spiraled down the desolate street.
“Watch Peter! He is coming right at us! We will be of no use to mother if he barrels us down! “Her heart pulsing in her chest with the swiftness of a runaway horse she could feel life’s precious moments sprinkle through her.
“Darling we are not of this world. This is your past and for me I wasn’t even part of this era. Therefore, we don’t exist as our physical bodies that we have now weren’t here. For this very reason we are invisible. Watch. “Gesturing his rosy cheeks dimpled as the tractor trailer whose driver had the face of a boxer intent on winning their championship match was oblivious to their presence.
Standing there Gabby just wished she would be lifted up or moved anywhere. The fear of defying death or teasing it frightened her worse than any fear she could imagine. It was like that movie where a bunch of teenagers suddenly die one by one their young faces meeting horrendous grisly deaths just because they cheated the kiss of death. She could see herself months from now dodging bullets, explosions and calamity that came upon mankind.
Seconds passed as the trailer cut right through her and Peter’s presence. A swift cold breeze void of any sensation seared the pit of her soul but this was only momentary. A swishing sound the kind you hear when a clogged toilet clears played in the distance. Her breath seemed to be cut off as if an invisible hand clutched her throat.
“We’re good. Now let’s do this. “Pulling her across the street Gabby returned her attention to the quaint beige painted rancher she and her mother lived in for as long as she could remember.
Just as she remembered from her childhood days her mother had the outside of their petite home decorated in the festive holiday colors. A twelve foot Santa Clause porcelain statue sat on the porch obediently keeping an eye on the home. Gabby recalled in her childhood thinking that Santa Claus came to life on Christmas Eve his sparkling greenish eyes transforming every child’s deepest wish into reality. Above jolly old St. Nick a stream of white, red and silver lights were filtered in the blue porches ceiling. Adding that special touch of the spirt of Christmas tiny lit up angels holding their hands open to heaven above surrounded the lights.
“I don’t know if my mom will answer if she is having the attack now Peter. How do we get in? “Gabby wondered.
“Remember what I said about the tractor trailer and us not being visible. Same rule here love. We can walk right through this door. Here follow me. “Pulling her through the doors sturdy chestnut surface they were suddenly in the home of her childhood.
Sprawled on the floor right by the Christmas tree her mother lay praying that God not let her die and leave her precious Angel. Moving the black rosary beads between her pudgy hands in her right hand she recited the Hail Mary repeatedly her voice trembling and getting weaker with each line she repeated. Dressed in her red Mrs. Santa Clause outfit complete with the black leather boots she was supposed to attend the Christmas Fair at Gabby’s school. Gabby had recalled the sadness she felt when she found out why her mother hadn’t attended the event. All her pent up sadness resurrected itself to the top of her memory bringing to the forefront the unhappy life she had lead since her mother’s tragic passing.
“Marie look at me
. You shall have life. I will put my hands on you and transform the beauty of health back into you. After this you won’t remember a thing. We shall see you soon. “Pressing his palms against her mother’s heaving chest a brilliant orange reddish glow spread from his hands throughout her body.
What followed horrified and amazed Gabby in one instant. Suddenly her mother jolted back and forth her eyes rolling around in her head as if some demon had just taken siege of her. Gabby’s already tense nerves felt like harp strings about to break after a vigorous symphony. Moaning in deep garbled gasps her mother’s once paste white skin transformed into its normal olive tone complexion. Jumping up she began to dust the furniture and rearrange her Knick knacks along the brown table in front of her as if nothing had occurred.
“Mommy. I am so happy to see you are alive. Mommy! Mommy!” Gabby felt her hidden childhood spirit take over as she ran to her mother desperate to hug her and smell her fresh peaches n cream perfume.
Just as she approached her mother she felt firm hand latch onto her shoulder. Not able to move any further she could hear Peter’s distinct orders that she must leave this be as interfering could ruin everything.
“How Peter? I am so happy she is alive. I just want to touch her. Hold her. “Crying Gabby couldn’t believe she was being denied something she waited nearly thirty plus years to do.
“Trust me you’ll thank me later. We must go before this time zone closes us out. Please Gabby trust me. Have I misled you so far? “Stretching out his other hand she reluctantly followed his lead.
Chapter 7
Nearly four months later and many travels down the road Gabby and Peter finally landed in the home of their dreams. Here on a remote island along the Florida Keys somewhere they claimed their new home. The island which didn’t have a name had pristine waters and pure bleach white sand that you only would see in one of those hour glasses.
Making things even better her mother who was well into her eighties now lived with them in their new home. Mother had aged gracefully with her jet black curly hair and bronze skin. She still had that stunning strength in her lagoon shaded eyes. For eight six she still maintained all the cleaning cooking and laundry. Despite Gabby telling her they had the money to hire their own cleaning lady after she had sold nearly fourteen million copies of her latest novel My True Destiny she insisted that Thompkins were never proud people and wouldn’t start now.
“You know it is a gorgeous day outside you two should go take a nice walk. “Gabby’s mom piped up as she gazed up from her latest manuscript she was proofing for her.
“You know Mother Thompkins I think that is a great idea. Shall we? “Peter was such a gentlemen turning him down was next to impossible even if she wasn’t in the mood to do anything.
“Why certainly.:” Gabby smiled taking his hand.
Thankfully they had the island to themselves as no one really new the four-mile island existed. Sometimes this could be a challenge for Gabby who was used to being around people for so long but at this point in life she didn’t mind it much. Her mother was sure right about today’s weather a resplendent golden sun radiated from its high noon vantage point in the teal skies above. Not even a thin cloud appeared. It was the absolute perfect day.
Off to the side of the winding path outside their home surrounded by towering blades of grass was a minute path that led to the beach. Gabby always wanted to have hot sex in such a place. They have done the traditional locations home, the car, but nothing outdoors. Her hormones were racing and she was ready to be mounted.
“Make love to me here Peter. Let’s do this shall we. “Grabbing his pants she quickly unbuttoned them.
To her shock his penis was already erect as if he were anticipating the same. Quickly she sucked deeply on his member his pants falling down his muscled legs. His ass cheeks squeezed in as if they had their own dimples as he moaned in ecstasy. Shoving her head between his penis demanding she take every ounce of it her own pussy juices started to flood through her.
Taking off her own clothes she began to finger her pussy with one hand as she sucked and jerked him off with her free hand and mouth. Ripping off his shirt Peter’s perspired chest hairs glistening in heat. Running her tongue along his balls their heavy sacks slapping against her moist lips she begged for him to mount her.
Leaning against one of the rocks its calloused surface a bit uncomfortable and hard to grasp he beckoned Gabby to sit on his hard cock. Slowly she edged herself onto him as his hardness opened a path to more ecstasy within her one that she never knew she had. With each stroke her muscles clenched as a ripple of orgasms sore through her.
“Oh my God Peter!! I am coming!!! “Titling her head back flinging her hair on him her own juices wetting her insides like a river that has flooded its banks.
“Fuck me too baby!! Here it comes!! “Just as he yelled she could his own cum shoot inside of her pulsing pussy sucking up every last drop.
Sweaty and exhausted they both kissed for hours as they remained joined together. This surely was the life she always wanted. Now for the first time she has had happiness and a love life and career all wrapped up in one. Life is good.
The End.
Conjured Lovers
Shifter Romance with Menage
By: Riley Moreno
Chapter 1
Violet eyes stared into violet eyes, wide and unblinking. Dark brows lowered, focusing into the flame, and the mirror image followed. Deep breaths sounded loud in the silent room, both chests rising and falling under the same cream colored sundress. The late afternoon light cast a hazy, golden glow around the attic room, but still, the eyes gazed at the motionless fire coming from the unscented white candle.
Suddenly, Hazel shifted on the hard wood floor, her thighs and curvy hips tingling as blood surged back to the muscles.
“Damn it.” She said softly as she looked past the unwavering candle into the mirror standing just behind it. She took in the soft, brown waves tumbling over gently curved shoulders. The cotton sundress she was wearing hugged her more than ample cleavage, trailing down past the spot where her waist nipped in to be tangled in her legs as she sat on the floor cross legged.
Hazel sighed at her image, watching her same unusual, violet colored eyes fill with disappointment yet again. The same eyes her mother used to have, and before that her grandmother, going back for centuries, the mark of her ancestry. Eyes that should tell of the power that resided in her, generations of magic wielders and coven leaders. And she could barely move a tiny candle flame. The slight summer breeze blowing through the black hills would have done more.
Familiar frustration roiled through her, bitter like acid in her mouth. She was twenty four, almost twenty five. Long past the age when most witches come into their power, but not her. She had her moments, like that time she accidentally set the shrub in the front lawn on fire. Embarrassment filled her at the memory. She’d had to call on other members of the coven to come and put it out because she hadn’t been able to, despite how hard she tried.
Then there was that incident with the old weeping willow tree that had sat sentry for hundreds of years by White River Falls. She had been so caught up in her own grief after the death of her mother, she hadn’t even noticed at first as she’d thrown herself to the ground under the tree. Her eyes blinded by a flood of tears.
Until she had felt it, big cold tears splashing on her from above. She had looked up to see the willow tree was actually sobbing, and then it had started moaning and wailing so loud Hazel was sure the people from the next town could hear it. Desperate, she had tried to stop it any way she could.
When magic didn’t work, she had even tried to comfort it. Saying sweet words over and over again to try and get it to quiet down. But nothing had worked, instead it had just cried harder, flooding the stream next to it until she had been standing knee deep in now rushing water where before had been dry land, trapped there by a sudden flood.
Desperate for help, Hazel had cried out, panicking now that
the water level was creeping up above her hips, splashing coldly against her stomach and then brushing the bottom of her ribcage before she had even had even finished a shout. She tried to pull herself out of the water, but the weight and speed of the flood kept her trapped in place.
She had been sure she was going to die, drowned by the tears of a weeping willow of all the ridiculous things. Truly afraid now, and just a little pissed about the absurd situation, she shouted her head off.
Just before the water level reached her chin, the water was gone. Just…gone. As if it never happened except for the soaked clothes leaving wet, dripping trails of icy water as she stumbled back away from the bank of the stream. Slowly, she made her way home, grateful that she didn’t run into anyone. How could she possibly explain why she was drenched from head to toe on the cloudless spring day?
There had been a few more times where her powers would manifest on their own, but at least she hadn’t set anything else on fire. Yet, at least. There’s always tonight, the thought rang unprompted through her mind, setting off jackhammers of doubt that settled in her stomach like weights. It was the summer solstice, and the Black Hills coven would be celebrating like they did every year. With the transmigration ceremony which called on each member to pass around an undying flame, maintaining it with the power from within and solidifying each witch’s place in the hierarchy.
The mother guardian, Elizabeth Putney, was at the top. She had taken over as leader of the coven when Hazel’s own grandmother had died when she was just a baby. There had been hopes that Hazel would one day take over, but as the years passed it became evident that she took more after her non magic mother than her lauded grandmother. And that left her smack dab at the very bottom.