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[El Heffe]

Chapter Four K8-E - Quickie

"It's okay, we can go quickly," K8-E insisted as she grabbed hold of Ben's cock through his pants, giving him a few very quick strokes as she felt the incredible size of his cock in her grasp. "Come on, help me. Just right here. It won't be long." With a wide smirk, she added, "But you are."

Ben groaned as K8-E's surprisingly rapid handjob immediately whipped him into a state of arousal, undaunted by the band of his pants the way anyone else's handjob would have been. It was a good way to rile him up in short order. Helpful given where they were, as Ben found himself in an alley with a cute alien wanting him to fuck her, the sort of awkward situation he didn't entirely know hoe to deal with in practice. On one hand, he was all over the idea of going in on the kind of fun that she craved, but on the other, they were in an alley, not too far out of a public place. The street beyond wasn't particularly bustling, but it was still a risky spot.

But then came kisses. A flurry of them from K8-E, as the Kineceleran showed off her incredible speed. It was dizzying, an overwhelming flood of affection that made Ben's head spin as she kept stroking his cock, and he was definitely starting to come around on the point. How could he not? K8-E was hitting him in all the right ways, and he couldn't have been happier to embrace it all, as his hands grabbed hold of her hips and he groaned a frustrated, "Fine," as he gave in to her completely.

K8-E moved swiftly, not to Ben's surprise at all, as she grabbed hold of him, pushed him up against a wall, and got his pants down. She was aggressive, but not in the way that Looma was aggressive; she was more pushy than forceful, impatient and wanting everything on her time and completely uncaring about the matter of human speed. It was too slow for her, to inconvenient. She needed more, needed faster, and it was with that in mind that she grabbed hold of his cock and brought him up to her entrance. "Just a quickie," she promised as she began to take him down.

The slender Kineceleran had to work herself down his cock with some effort rather than just slamming down onto him in one go, but the funny thing about fucking her way down Ben's cock was that the pace she was moving at meant that it certainly felt like she was just sinking her way down. She pressed forward and starting to rock her hips back and forth, frighteningly swift in the rapid descent down his cock as she fucked her way toward his base. Ben groaned as he pressed back against the wall, amazed by the rapid back and forth of her hips as she got down his cock and then very immediately and forwardly began to simply rock back and forth without pause or hesitation.

"So big," she moaned, her voice quivering a little bit as she rocked her body rapidly back and forth. Ten inches of thick human cock buried inside of her was exactly what K8-E needed, and the relief washed over her quickly, satisfying the frustrated itch within her to get fucked. Ben's big dick was just what she needed, and once she got a taste of it she wasn't the least bit sorry about racing on to the orgasmic relief she craved. Nothing was going to stop her now from getting what she wanted, as K8-E got her first taste of human dick and was already loving it.

Ben had become all too used to experiencing the interesting variations in alien pussy, and K8-E's was a particularly tight one, her lean frame providing an incredibly snug fit for his cock, and she moved so quickly that hesitation didn't get a chance to enter into the situation or keep her from pulling back from this; it was all so quick and incredible that it didn't matter. He was riding high on the sudden swell of excitement and sensation that seized him, and Ben had his hands quickly down on her hips as he clutched her tightly, groaning and pounding forward as he tried to meet her thrusts, only to end up with her hips slamming against his and shoving him back against the wall. K8-E was stubborn and taking charge all her own, and Ben realized he was better off just letting it happen.

"You feel so tight," he groaned, letting his hands fall limp at his sides, knowing he couldn't grab hold of her hips as she moved at superhuman speeds, fucking herself down on his cock so harshly. And it felt incredible, he'd admit that. It felt like fucking a vibrating pocket pussy, but all so real, and moving at a speed that left his cock constantly embraced in the warmth of a hot, wet twat while still providing incredible friction. Everything coming from all sides at him ensured he was hardly able to keep his thoughts straight, and he liked it that way. Oh fuck did he liked it that way. "Oh, K8-E, keep going. This is great so far."

Delighted to find every eager alien girl unable to keep off of his cock had their own incredible differences, Ben relished in finding out what this speedy blue girl could do, the amazing contrasts that it brought in comparison to the others. There was something so satisfyingly sweet about knowing that there were so many differences between each of the women he bedded, and the feeling of K8-E's tight twat wrapped snug around his cock had him eager to ride this out as long as he could.

But then, with very little warning, K8-E came. Hard. A sudden, loud, powerful orgasm seized her with a frightening speed and everything happened so quickly that Ben nearly stumbled back in shock and dismay at the sudden swell of excitement and pleasure that followed Her pussy clenched down around his cock without warning, spasming and massaging around his cock with unsurprising swiftness, a merciless milking of his cock that had Ben groaning and twisting against the wall, surprised by the sudden finish and the temptation to cum. But it was all so soon; he'd barely started enjoying himself yet, and K8-E already wanted him to finish?

"I'm not that quick," Ben grunted, leaning in and managing to catch K8-E's lips with a kiss. Her head fell still as she met it, even as she let out a frustrated whine at the fact that Ben hadn't finished. "Sorry, I'm not going to cum that fast no matter what happens."

Frustrated and grumbling, K8-E clung tightly to Ben. "That's okay. Kinecelerans are multi-orgasmic. I can just keep going until you do cum." It was a bit frustrating, and her voice shook with a slightly breathless elation in the wake of her strong orgasm she'd just had. But there was no stopping as she gathered herself up, feeling like she may have gone in for more than she could deal with in Ben, but refused to stop as she went right back to fucking herself silly on his cock again, groaning and grunting as she slammed down and gave herself up completely to the confusing swell of pleasure that made her head spin excitedly.

Remaining in place and spread out so that his body was easy to access, Ben wasn't thinking anymore about anything happening around them as their back alley quickie took a strange turn. All he could focus on was the incredible speed with which K8-E fucked him, groaning as he accepted the aggressive, rapid pace of sex and let it whip him up into a surprised and very eager frenzy. The speed was incredible, with her pussy tighter and wetter now than ever as he eased back and wondered how long she could keep this sort of pace up. Whenever he was XLR8 he felt like he could keep running forever, and if K8-E's stamina could hold out than he was in for an incredible time watching the cute alien girl try to fuck herself on his cock until he gave in.

One orgasm down and feeling the extra sensitivity that came with it, K8-E was struggling to hold her moans in as she raced against his cock, impressed by the way that Ben was able to hold out long enough to let her get to this point in the first place. She had to admit, she wasn't sure a human could endure the rapid fucking that she had in mind, that her species tended to live by. Sex was always a quick and dirty exchange, rarely something that consumed long lengths of time unless both parties were extreme horny, and she had expected Ben to lose himself before she'd even gotten hers. But he'd outlasted her first orgasm, already proven himself a bit surprising in the process, but surely she could get him on her second pass.

So she pressed on, groaning and grunting as she slammed down against Ben's cock, determined now to get him off and to bring this all around. "You're impressive," she moaned, "And not just for how big you are. Nngh, a-and you're really big!"

Ben smirked, feeling the delight that came from hearing K8-E giving in to the same lusts as every other alien cutie he'd ended up with yet. Always the same story, and what a story it was. Ten thick inches of human cock seemed to be the key to opening up the most shameless of needs within every hot alien girl out there, and Ben was feeling more and more like a stud with each girl who fell for his wiles. K8-E fucking herself raw on his cock while he just leaned back against the wall and accepted it all was most definitely living the high life, and he relished in the opportunity to feel her going absolutely crazy in trying to get him off.

K8-E moaned his name, clinging tightly to the human and almost pleading him to cum inside of her as she kept going, kept hammering away and working herself over with a frustrating level of desperate impatience now. Living in super speed made time draw out, made K8-E less patient when it came now to getting what she wanted, and Ben simply wasn't cumming. She kept going, kept trying to ride out the madness to a strong and satisfying orgasm, but she was falling short without the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten Ben off, and so K8-E was whipping herself up into a frenzy of trying to change that.

Back and forth her body vibrated, evoking the sensations and reminders of a sex toy while providing better than any toy he could have ever imagined, and it became even better still when K8-E came once again, crashing into another very sudden, very loud, very intense orgasm, with her pussy clamping down around his cock and suddenly going into a frenzy of trying to milk his cock once again, desperately seeking his load while pleasure surged through her in electrifying waves. She was so ready to feel that flooding warmth overtake her, fill her up and give her the catharsis of knowing that she had gotten her partner off.

But Ben didn't cum.

"Seriously?" she whined, groaning as she clutched him tighter, not breaking the rhythm of her speedy fucking as she kept going. Her breath hitched as she kept moving, feeling herself wind up with a bit of frustration and surprise. "Do all humans have this kind of stamina?"

Not that K8-E had been going for an incredibly long time with him or anything, but Ben knew for a fact that with the speed of K8-E's thrusts, plenty of guys would have long since blown their loads by now, which let him get smug as he said, "No, I'm just special." It was when, as K8-E went at work toward her third orgasm, that Ben realized the power he held in this situation; K8-E wanted to make him cum. Wanted it worse than anything. And Ben was completely in control of when he actually blew his load, usually all too eager to give in and especially to cum at the same time as the gorgeous girl he was fucking. But here, for the first time in probably ever, Ben felt like the right thing to do was to hold out and keep from blowing his load.

A whining K8-E kept up the pace, not realizing that she was now being toyed with by the man she wanted so desperately to get off. She worked herself ragged moving back and forth, thankful for the alien endurance that kept her able to keep up this pace as Ben's sexual stamina left her awestruck and amazed. He was able to keep himself steady, and that had her wondering just what she had gotten into and what kind of stud she was really dealing with here, having never expected so much out of a human before and amazed by how he was holding out.

"Your stamina is incredible," she moaned, peppering him all over with kisses again, whining and twisting against his body as she kept him tight up against the wall. "I'm so impressed, Ben. You feel amazing!" Rather than let this turn into something for K8-E to fret about, she was determined to enjoy it while it lasted, even if it was all a bit frustrating to take. There was no way that she was going to let anything stop her. Not now. Faster and harder she fucked, determined to see this through, even if she was now unwittingly in a battle of wills against everything Ben could do to keep from achieving climax.

The expectation that Ben was winding up for his own relief was heavy on K8-E's mind as she worked herself silly rocking up and down against his cock, trying her best to get off and to get him off in the process, certain that she was getting there. How could she not? The speed she was moving at was a blind and fervid one, driven by a desperation that simply would not quit her. She was certain of her success, and when she finally got to feel the satisfaction of getting Ben off, she could embrace the pleasure she felt without stress.

Ben was doing everything he could to hold out now, though, remaining steadfast even as the slick pussy wrapped snug around his cock worked rapidly up and down his length. He couldn't give in, couldn't lose himself yet, couldn't concede defeat. There was something stubborn inside of him, something that craved the knowledge and satisfaction of seeing how long he could last against one of the most uniquely satisfying sensations he had ever known. Ben couldn't give in and he knew it, even if he was letting K8-E work herself tired trying to get him off.

"Why won't you cum?" she groaned, frustrated as she worked herself up to another orgasm instead, gasping in delight and burying her face into his neck to muffle her cries of delight. Orgasm number three felt incredible, but her body was so sensitive now that she felt like she was being pushed too far. "Ugh, you're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"I wasn't until you came the second time," Ben admitted, smirking wide as he gave her cheek a quick kiss. "Come on, I believe in you. You can wear me down."

K8-E whimpered, but stubborn pride took over. If Ben was going to play around with her like this, then she needed to come in even harder and hotter than before, needed to find it in her to bring Ben down to his knees. She got herself wound up hotly and went to eager, vulgar work at fucking herself raw on his cock, keeping her lips against his shoulder and his collarbone to prevent the moans that rose up getting too loud, as her oversensitive body really began to suffer for the back to back orgasms. She couldn't stop though, determined to bring Ben crashing down, and there was no way she was going to stop until she succeeded.

The orgasms were getting sooner and sooner each time. Orgasm four was rapid, and orgasm five came off the heels of that so quickly that it startled both of them. Her body was losing itself to pleasure, to the shuddering bliss of being taken again and again without pause or mercy. It was something that he really didn't know how to bear as he witnessed K8-E going all out and pushing herself way past her sensible limits to get it done. But that said, there was something so fascinatingly hot about the entire production, so he kept on with it.

"I can't give you an easy win now," Ben groaned. "But you're close. Just a bit more, K8-E, you're so close to making me cum." He genuinely did fight against it as much as he could, filling his mind with all the worst things he could think of in his attempt to keep him from losing himself, but K8-E's pussy felt fucking incredible. He had no hope of holding out against this any longer, as orgasm number six and the spasming number it did on his cock was finally too much; as K8-E came crashing down into orgasm seven, Ben gave in.

K8-E's spasming pussy was treated to what it craved, as Ben's cock twitched inside of her inner walls and suddenly gushed forward with a big flood of thick, hot spunk. K8-E moaned louder than ever as the reward and the warmth that spread through her finally gave her a moment to enjoy, so glad that it was over as she twitched and shivered, falling still against Ben's body at least. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her close as he creampied her, and she made her way lazily up to his lips for clumsy kisses, shivering as she felt herself helpless now against his charms. Not that she'd been resisting them in the first place.

As all the hot, gooey spunk pumped into K8-E, she remained flush against Ben, whining in relief, her cheeks faintly pink as she held close to him. "There's so much cum," she marveled. "I feel so full right now. You're incredible, Ben. Even if you were being mean to me, your stamina is... I'm so impressed."

"I can show you even more of it when we get back to my place," he said, keeping K8-E close for a moment longer, kissing her back happily as he savoured the impression he'd left on her. "And I won't play any more games with you."

"I don't know, I kind of like the idea of an endurance test to see how many I can take, and you're the only human boy who can make it happen." She pulled off of Ben, surprised by how far back she had to go to lift off of ten inches of cock, only for cum to immediately drip down to the ground. She reached for her shorts and pulled them up quickly, taking a step and realizing that she was definitely going to be walking a little funny on the way back. "You're a lot more fun than I thought you were going to be. And you got so into it that you didn't even let this be a quickie."

Ben realized that fact and that he was still in an alley, moving to pull his pants back up hastily and looking around to make sure nobody found him. It had been hard to remember where he was in the midst of all the chaos, but then, that was the mark of a damn good fuck.

[El Heffe]

Here's a neat story I found on /co/

Queen Looma stretched luxuriously out on the betrothal bed, the happiest of smiles played across her lips. Truly she had lucked out in her quest for a husband. For unlike the unfit Kevin who had once held the honor of being engaged to her, her NEW husband Ben was a much better specimen.

It wasn't just the fact that his Tetramand form had beaten her in combat. Nor was it the fact that his Human form could last far longer than any of the pitiful males who had ever come to court her. It wasn't even the fact that she could sample lovers from all over the galaxy - and the next two over. No, it wasn't any of those things.

It was all of them and more.

Truthfully, it hadn't been terribly easy to get him to settle down with her. Despite challenging her to combat and winning, Looma found that Ben was highly resistant to commitment, and every time she came to retrieve him, he beat her again. And again. And again. It was frustrating, and also hot as hell.

A muffled groan issued from deep within the soft cushions next to her. Queen Looma tugged on her King Consort's chain, dragging him up by the collar to bring him closer to her. Ben didn't much like that. Looma didn't much care. She had spent too long attempting to drag him back home with her, and had no intention of letting him escape to start the chase again. No. Her prize had been hard won. The collar would stay on.
"Husband..." Looma crooned, wrapping two of her arms around Ben in a rib crushing embrace. "I'm so glad to see you're awake! Last night was so wonderful~ You really do spoil me!"
"Owww.... Not so hard... I'm still bruised and sore... " Ben grunted as the air was forced out of his lungs. This woman was going to be the death of him!
The Tetramand queen giggled happily. Oh how jealous all her friends and enemies must be! She ignored the human's whines of discomfort and nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. Was there any better way to spend one's honeymoon than in the embrace of your new lover? She certainly didn't think so.
"How long do you think it will take?" She murmered, tenderly kissing a deep purple bruise that had formed on Ben's neck from their previous night's activities, and moving a trail of kisses along his throat.
"How long will -ah! - will what take?" The disgraced hero squirmed in his wife's hold. He wasn't about to admit it, but already his body was responding to Looma's attention.
"For the BABY, silly" She gazed down at him with loving eyes. "As queen of my people, I'm expected to provide an Heir to the throne, you know. Mmmm.... and I'm SO lucky to have you to be the one to provide it for me!"
If Ben had been squirming before, it was nothing compared to now. Baby? Him? Oh no. Oh no. No no no no. He was DEFINITELY not ready for that. He couldn't be a father! He wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility! It had been one thing to lay eggs as a Necrofriggian. At least when those hatched, they flew off into space and he knew he'd never have to see them again. But this? This was different! He knew enough about Tetramand society to know that as the father, HE would be the one expected to take care of the child. And no way could he continue saving the universe if he had to be a full time babysitter.
"Wait what? No, I can't..." Ben started, but quickly scrambled for some better words when he saw the darkening look on Looma's face, and felt her grip tightening around his waist. "I mean... What's the hurry? You know, we have our whole lives in... Happily wedded bliss... to come up with an heir. Why do we need to worry about it right away?"
He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt her grip loosen, and her face snuggle into him again.
"Oh Husband, you just don't understand my people. Just because YOUR people are lazy like that, doesn't mean mine are." She shifted herself into a more comfortable position on the bed, and gently set Ben on her stomach. Two of her arms supported her own weight, while the other two hands gripped his thin hips, slowly grinding them into her own. "My people expect an heir right away, so that I can get back to ruling properly. The sooner we make one, the sooner we can get back to doing this for fun~"

Ben's stomach dropped, even has his dick started rising to attention.

/Traitor.../ He thought miserably, knowing full well that by now Looma knew exactly what to do to him to get what she wanted. He hadn't even been awake for ten minutes, and already he was starting to get uncomfortably hard.

One hand released his hips in favor of exploring the bruised flesh on his torso, while the other took hold of the heavy chain that was gently swinging from the collar around his neck. Dusky red fingers traced each bruise on Ben's body. They were marks that announced to the world that it belonged to Queen Looma Redwind. Surely nobody else could have marred the Hero of the Universe, of this Looma was certain. It filled her with pride, and also arousal.

Her new husband too, was also showing his arousal, and it brought her much happiness. Normally, a Tetramand male needed several days to rest and recuperate after a frenzied mating session. But Ben wasn't a Tetramand, and it was clear that HE didn't need much time to recuperate at all. Either humans were the best lovers in the universe, or he was simply that attracted to her. Maybe it was a little of column A and a little of column B. No matter. It was still super hot, and she pulled on his chain. This changed his body posture, and forced his cock to press into her taut stomach muscles. So what if he wasn't as big as the partners she usually had? The past few nights had proven to Looma that sex was much like a battle. It wasn't the size of the sword that mattered, but what one's technique was. And the boy certainly had technique! How good it was to be in possession of such a prize! She almost felt guilty about stealing him away from the rest of the galaxy.

Almost.

Ben struggled to remain upright as Looma gave a yank on his 'leash'. Not that it did any good. She was stronger than him, and likely stronger than most of his alien forms. His human form didn't stand a chance, and he topped face forward into her ample chest, earning an adoring giggle out of his Tetramand lover.

"Oh ho! Are you so eager to get started then?" She broke out into a wide grin, and eagerly flipped them both over, slamming Ben into the mattress. "I'm so happy you finally came to your senses, Husband. Let's not waste any more time. I need you to put a baby in me!"

Ben couldn't help himself as a whine escaped his throat. He REALLY didn't want the responsibility of fatherhood on his shoulders. But at the same time, his dick REALLY wanted to be stuffed inside of something hot and wet. He struggled uselessly against the strong hands that pinned him down, but it only seemed to spur Looma on. She shifted her body to a comfortable position above him, and Ben's dick twitched expectantly.

"I want you to tell me something, Husband." Looma gingerly rubbed her sopping wet opening along Ben's shaft, earning a desperate groan and an involuntary thrust upwards from her small partner. "Are all humans this eager when it comes to mating? Or is our bond so special that you can preform like this just for me?"

Ben's mind drew a blank. Was there a good answer for this? If he said it was all humans, Looma might get upset, and kick his butt. If he said it was just him being attracted to her, she might get the wrong idea, and he'd wind up getting fucked to death. Though given his current level of horniness, that last thing didn't seem like it would be all that bad. He struggled to form a coherent thought through the cloud of hormones.

"I... uh... Both? Yeah... both!" That was as good of an answer as Ben could come up with, but it seemed to satisfy the Tetramand Queen, "Yeah, see, humans like sex. Like, a lot. Alot alot. And we like it even more when it's with somebody we care about."

"Oh! I just knew it!" Looma beamed, sitting back and enveloping his cock within her in a smooth, fluid motion. There was no resistance, only the hot embrace of her soaked inner walls.

Ben let out a low groan as the heat of her body surrounded him. It wasn't fair. Something that was so wrong shouldn't feel SO fucking good. He didn't want to 'put a baby in her'. But he did want to cum.

Fortunately for Looma, working in close proximity with Gwen had taught him a few things. Namely that if you finish before your woman all the time, she'd find a way to finish on her own, and you might not necessarily like how she winds up doing it. Ben hadn't envied Kevin on that day. Not when his cousin had magically forced the boy erect, and rode him until SHE was satisfied, no matter how much he'd howled about being oversensitive after cumming.

And so, with the fear of an unsatisfied Looma instilled in his mind, Ben went to work on bringing his lover to orgasm. He started with slow steady strokes angled ~just~ right, and listened for her breathing to change. As it increased, so too did the speed of his thrusts. Looma met him at every one, slamming her own hips down to meet him, and driving his cock as deep into her body as it would go.

It was times like this, that Ben wished he was a bigger man. Not that he was displeased with the size of his dick. Not at all. And judging from the way Looma was riding him, it was pretty clear that SHE wasn't displeased with it either. She met each of his thrusts in turn, slamming her own hips to meet his. No, what Ben really wanted was to be a taller, more solidly built man. One who wasn't going to find his pelvis shattered by the violent lovemaking of his alien bride.

He tried not to notice as she arched her back, his name tumbling from her lips as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. He could practically hear his bones creaking in protest. Instead, he focused on keeping the pace with Looma, and hoping upon hoping that he wouldn't cum before she did.

On her end, Queen Looma was having the time of her life. Though one never would have guessed it by looking at him, the scrawny human frame beneath her was providing a tremendous amount of pleasure. Each powerful thrust from below built up delicious heat inside her, and the crimson skinned queen knew it was only a matter of time before she lost herself to the feelings entirely.

On her end, Queen Looma was having the time of her life. Though one never would have guessed it by looking at him, the scrawny human frame beneath her was providing a tremendous amount of pleasure. Each powerful thrust from below built up delicious heat inside her, and the crimson skinned queen knew it was only a matter of time before she lost herself to the feelings entirely.

In one smooth motion, she flipped herself and her husband over, not wanting to fall off the bed like she did the very first time she'd rode him to completion. That had been beyond embarrassing!

Ben give a small groan of relief as their positions changed. At least now he could focus on the task at hand instead of whether or not he was going to wind up crushed in a fit of passion. Strong legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer with each thrust. At the rate they were going, Ben knew he had to finish her off soon. He simply wasn't going to last. Time to bring out the secret weapons...

Looma grabbed triple fistfuls of blankets (the fourth securely wrapped with her husband's leash), gasping and writhing under her skillful lover's ministrations. Sweet mother of the endless battleground! How did he DO these things to her? Impossibly dextrous human hands danced their way around her body, gently brushing up against sensitive skin that burned like fire with each feather-light touch. Already she could feel the beginnings of her own orgasm bubbling up from deep within her core.

Sweat poured off of the young hero, and he prayed that Looma would finish soon. She was close, that much was certain, but after nearly a solid week of being fucked into submission, Ben was running out of steam. He redoubled his efforts, ignoring his aching muscles. Any second now... Any second...

There!

With an anguished cry torn from her throat, the Tetramand queen seized her lover ever closer as a climax rippled through her body. Ben felt the powerful muscles wrapped around his dick spasm rhythmically, milking every last drop of seed out of him as he finally allowed himself relax enough for his own happy ending.

With a contented sigh, Looma sank back down into the comfortable bed cushions, the warm afterglow enveloping her senses. A lovely sense of calm washed over her, and she dragged her human mate into a tender embrace. The weak protest he gave was absolutely adorable, and she snuggled her face into his damp hair.

"Oh Husband..." she purred drowsily, giving him a small squeeze. "You're the best thing I've ever conquered."

[El Heffe]

Sofia's Game By PervyLoverofMany

Many people look up to the Disney Princesses as subjects of innocence and purity. The kind that would talk about safe sex practices, apologize profusely if they swear (Or blush if they heard a swear) and would wear appropriate clothing at all times.

How little they knew.

Little Sofia knew it all too well, having met with the various other Princesses at one time or later. Snow White had slept with all seven of the dwarfs at one or two points (Dopey at four), Cinderella loved whips and chains, Aurora and Jasmine shared a man (The same man) and even had a child with said man, Ariel often had sex with dolphins and other sea creatures, Belle and Pocahontas also committed bestiality with any dogs/wolves she could, Mulan kept a harem of various ladies, Tiana spent more time with her good friend Charlotte than her husband, Rapunzel had a lot of toys, Merida had been secretly trying for years to marry her own mom, and then there’s Ana and Elena…that’s a whole other can of worms.

And that amulet that she carried around…showed everything. All the sexual affairs the princesses had. All the positions. All the debauchery. Everything.

Sofia came to a rather horrifying conclusion that no child should ever consider: Sex is power. Whoever is on top gets to call the shots…and not just in bed.

Sofia had as much of a chance to ascend the throne as her step-siblings: the twins James and Amber. But there was always a chance that things would wrong in the immediate future, and she would rather not have that. She needed to make sure they were in her pocket…and at this young age of theirs, they could be molded into whatever she wanted.

Well, not that evil. She still is going to be kind, but she’s going to have play a little bit of a evil lady to get through some of the challenges that were in front of her.

First, Amber. The Queen Bee herself. She’s definitely the strongest out of the twins. If she can get Amber under her thumb, then getting James will be plenty easy.

How would she handle Amber? Sofia needed a plan, Amber would respond poorly to any half-ass attempts to manipulate her, as well as the fact that Amber could turn the tables on her and be the manipulator.

Tact and skill will be necessary. She will have to plan out her attack with the dedication of a brilliant tactician in the middle of a complex war.

“You wanna have sex?” Sofia asked all innocently during a little sleepover she and Amber were having in Sofia’s room. The soundproof room thankfully.

“What?” Amber asked with a furrowed brow.

“You know.” Sofia bounced a bit on her bed. “Sex. It’s what mature people do to pass time, really mature people.”

Thinly veiled insult and a little reserve psychology got Amber’s attention. The blonde-haired princess put down her book and stared intensively at Sofia. “Tell me more…”

“I could.” Sofia huffed before turning away. “But you wouldn’t listen or believe me…”

“Come on.” Amber groaned as she jumped onto the bed. “I think it’s about time you taught me something! I’ve taught you plenty about courtships, now tell me about sex!”

Sofia decided to play with Amber a bit more longer. Not out of demented glee, but more of a way to sell the deal. “I shouldn’t.” She let out a long, heavy, and fake sigh. “I’ll get into trouble if you’ll blab it to anyone.” She jumped off the bed and walked away from it, but kept herself close to Amber. “And you will blab to someone. Your friends, Baileywick, mom or dad…”

“I won’t!” Amber hissed, turning Sofia around. “I swear, on my soul and heart, that I won’t tell anyone about what you told me! I swear, I SWEAR!”

Sofia put on a small, easy smile. So far, so good. Amber didn’t realize it just yet, but she had just fallen into Sofia’s clutches.

Instead of replying with words, Sofia chose something a bit more effective.

She dived in with a big wet kiss, landing right on the lips. And it just wasn’t a simple kiss given to family members, but a rather deep one that Sofia kept pressed on for quite a while. Amber reacted in complete shock, flailing her arms around and taking several steps back. But as Sofia’s tongue worked her way inside of Amber’s mouth and tied down the tongue there, Amber eased up and closed her eyes, putting some weight into the kiss.

“What is that…” Amber breathed out.

“How we start sex off.” Sofia put a finger on Amber’s lips. “Do as I say please. I’m in the charge.” Amber took a mere second to consider it before nodding in agreement. “Good.” Sofia gently lead Amber back to the bed, where she laid Amber down onto the bed. “I’ll be gentle…”

Sofia straddled on top of Amber, making sure to keep Amber pinned down. “Don’t worry too much.” Sofia reaffirmed Amber as she leaned down next to her neck. Sofia stuck out her tongue and lapped at Amber’s neck. “Just let me do all of the work, honey.” Sofia added as Amber moaned and twitched slightly.

“This is…” Amber breathed in and out.

“This is sex.” Sofia told as she dug a hand under Amber’s shirt and went up to caress the tiny mounds of breasts. Amber’s body twitched once again as a alien feeling shook her. “It’s going to be weird at first, but you’re going to love it soon…”

Of course, this is also Sofia’s first time, she’s just using what she learned from the other princesses and a few other written materials. But she knew what she needed to do. Sofia’s hands rolled over Amber’s small breasts, kneading them like dough while also keeping the nipple pressed in-between two fingers. Slightly moving it around produced such wondrous moans from Amber. Seeing her squirm in both face and body made Sofia giggle.

“I’m going to enjoy you so much.” Sofia admitted as her hand went south, down Amber’s sweatpants and past her bloomers, her hand lightly pressing against Amber’s clit. Touching that made Amber arch her back up and let out a little scream.

“That’s!” Amber started before being cut off by another one of her own moans as Sofia bent a finger to dip into Amber’s special place. Amber continued to squirm and machine-gun out moans. Sofia dived her finger deeper into Amber, spinning it around a little bit.

“So warm…” Sofia commented on as she planted a kiss on Amber’s neck, before laying several more smacks leading up to Amber’s lips. That did mean that Sofia had to pull her fingers so she can lay a deep and wet kiss right onto Amber’s tiny yet succulent lips. Once again, the war of the tongues went down, with Sofia winning once again and keeping Amber where she wanted her.

Amber didn’t say anything, only continue to breathe heavily and let out a moan whenever Sofia did something. Amber truly had fallen under Sofia’s control.

Now for the main event.

Amber whimpered a bit, out of embarrassment, as Sofia gently slipped off her night dress and even yanked down her wet bloomers. Amber never have been naked before anyone else in her entire life, and now her she is, presenting for her younger step-sister.

“That’s better.” Sofia sighed as she once more got her hand to go down under. Instead of dipping in her fingers, she merely just rubbed under palm up and down the wet kitty. Amber squirmed as Sofia’s wet hand braced against her special spot.

“Stay still.” Sofia breathed out as she had to nibble on Amber’s neck to get her to stay still. Amber nodded a bit. Sofia giggled as she dipped two fingers back into Amber. Thank goodness today isn’t a school-day, or the two would have been checked on by now. The whole night is for Sofia’s taking, and she isn’t going to waste a moment.

Sofia once more straddled on top of Amber, starting to take her own clothes off. She treated it like a strip show for Amber, slowly taking off her shirt with a devious smile plastered on her face. The lifting of her shirt revealed her tiny belly-button, then her small chest. She had come here without a training bra and her look clearly called out to that fact.

Once all of her clothes laid in a crumpled mess in the corner of the room, Sofia laid down sideways to Amber, lining up their maidenhoods. Once she got into position, Sofia pressed in, pressing their vaginas together and applying pressure. Amber heaved her chest outward and clenched her teeth to prevent herself from letting out a long groan.

“This is the best part.” Sofia admitted as she moved a bit to push against Amber. Amber flailed around a bit but Sofia’s legs kept her from rolling off the bed. Sofia got into a little bit of a giggling fit as she continued to rub against Amber. Sofia let out a little sigh as she could feel a little twitch in her lower region. Being so young and personally experienced, she didn’t have the tenacity to go on much longer.

And together, they came, their watery cum staining their sheets. Amber breathed the hardest out of the two: her face a strong shade of red, her body doing slight twitches as she continued to leak. Sofia needed to take a few deep breathes to control herself, but she easily relaxed into the bed.

“Was it good for you?” Sofia asked, recalling something that Jasmine told her.

“Yeah…” Amber coughed out. “That was fantastic! I never knew such a thing like that existed! We should do it again and again…”

“Only when I want it.” Sofia cupped Amber’s chin. “I’m still in charge, and you’re a student to me. You may ask…but I may not be in the mood.”

With the ground rules set, Sofia had Amber wrapped around her finger. Amber became incredibly obedient to her little step-sister, always asking to help her out with anything and just being incredibly nice to her at all times. A complete 180 turn for her personality. All so she can have some more private time with Sofia.

So far, so good. The first half of her plan had succeeded with flying colors. Now for James. A different approach would be necessary, as James wouldn’t respond well to complete authority like Amber. In fact, she would need to go the complete opposite direction with her step-brother.

“Hey, James?” Sofia asked, in a quiet and demure manner. James hummed as he looked up from his book. “Can I have some private time with you? Alone?”

“Sure.” James closed his book and followed Sofia into a empty guest room. These rooms were soundproof so the royal guests could have some alone time: be it for negotiations or for some private time. Sofia had to hide a coy smile recalling a story about how Ana and Elsa used a guest room for their many, many guests…

“I have something to tell you.” Sofia sighed, acting a bit more demure than usual. She paced on the spot, and gently looked away from James. This piqued James’ interested as he tried to see what Sofia’s face looked like. “It’s so embarrassing…and I don’t know what’s the good word for it…”

“Can you try?” James asked all attentively.

Sofia bit her lip. “It’s a…” She stumbled over her words. “…it’s a…”

“Come on.” James asked, a bit more forceful. The more sporty personality had come out, which is what Sofia wanted more than anything. “You can tell me…”

“I…” Sofia once more let herself fall over her words. “…I think…I’m in love with y-you…” James got taken back by that comment, to the point where his face went through a whole rainbow of emotions. From surprise, to confusion, to fear, to interest, to intensive fascination.

“That’s…” James clicked his tongue, trying to find the proper words.

“I heard there’s a way to prove love…” Sofia sighed as she turned away from James and slipped the shoulder straps off. James’ eyes went wide as he followed Sofia’s dress as it fell to the floor. “It’s sex.”

“S-sex-x?” James trailed out.

“Could you help me?” A naked Sofia turned back to James and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m a little scared…”

James swallowed some really dry air as he gazed upon his step-sister’s naked body. While he didn’t expect anything big, he didn’t expect for him to be so attracted to his step-sister. And now he can feel something growing in his pants. Something he experienced once before, when he spotted his step-mom disrobing a shower. He never knew that it could be used for something good…

Going on instincts buried deep with him, James stepped forward, cupped his hands into his step-sister’s, and laid a kiss on her lips. He dug his tongue into her mouth. Sofia, in a different approach from what she used on Amber, allowed James’ tongue to easily enter and win the war. But she did fight back a bit to help stimulate James’ more jock nature.

To continue egging on James, Sofia broke the kiss with a light push and muttered out, “I’m not too sure about this…maybe I made a mistake…”

“Let me help you fix that.” James sighed as he landed his hands on Sofia’s shoulders. He led her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto. Sofia had to resist smiling as things were going the way she wanted them to. James started to remove his clothing, throwing his vest to the floor and tossing his nice shirt into a corner. He unbuckled his pants in a fast fashion before leaping into bed with his socks and his underwear still on.

“What are you doing?” Sofia coyly asked.

“Doing what I feel is right.” A unsure James panted out as he removed his underwear and let his naturally-small cock flop out. Sofia couldn’t help but feel a wee bit disappointed, but she had to let it slide. James is only a little kid. But going by the size, it might get bigger in the future…

James crawled up so he have his dick rub against Sofia’s face. Sofia never expected James to be that straight-forward, but she liked it. She stuck her tongue out and gave it a good lick whenever it passed by her tongue, hoping to catch it and stick it into her mouth.

“No, no.” James clicked his tongue. “Only when I want it.” He bent down fast enough to slap Sofia in the face with his dick. But after his little assault, he actually pressed his cock against Sofia’s lips: demanding entry. Sofia faked reluctance, but she did open her mouth to allow it to go inside.

She really had to resist going over the cock with her tongue. It could end up giving her way of having previous experience. Only when did James order it with a “Give it a taste…” did she get her tongue onto the small yet tasty package.

“Uh…” James grunted. “Something is coming…” Sofia closed her eyes as she could feel the cock starting to tremble. She took a series of deep calming breaths to keep herself from choking when James’ very thin semen poured down her throat. Barely had a chance to taste it! Sofia continued to breathe as James held his piece in her mouth, letting out little spurts of cum.

He pulled out and landed flat on his back, already pooped out. “Oh my god.” James breathed out. “That hurts a bit…but it feels so good…”

“Yeah.” Sofia once more hid her inner joy and played up the role of a innocent and demure girl. “We should do it again, again…”

James agreed to it. Sofia had to play it cool for the first few times, seeing how she couldn’t just teach James or it will ruin the illusion of control he has. But once he picked up on somethings, he started to get good! Really, really good! Sofia even started to enjoy how rough yet firm James could get. His manhood seemed to get bigger each time she did it with him…

And soon, Sofia had to lead three different lives. The princess to the kingdom, the mistress to Amber, and the consort to James. She had to be careful and plan ahead so the lives didn’t mix together: James almost walked in on her and Amber, her own mother also nearly spotted her while she and James shared a bed, and both James and Amber pestered Sofia for sex while she tried to live a normal life.

But, finally, her plan started to come together at long last. James and Amber started to hold their own secret meetings without Sofia, and if Sofia saw them together, they were exchanging some…interesting looks and touching each other in ways unlike that of siblings.

And one night, the two went off into the guest room…alone. Grabbing a camera and plenty of film, Sofia stole through the palace and managed to open the door without the pair knowing that she entered into the room.

As predicted…they were screwing.

James on top, as per his training. Amber seemed to have a bit of her old personality, going by her whispering for her to be on top. But James gently pushed his hips against Amber, pressing his little manhood as far as it could go into Amber. Amber’s blush is a lot lighter here than with Sofia…so no matter what, Sofia is truly the queen of sex!

And queen of the future. With this evidence, James and Amber wouldn’t just be tied around her fingers, but chained down. As Sofia would bloom into a beautiful young woman, her debauchery would just keep on growing from beyond her close family members. To the immediate staff, to her loyal subjects, to foreign ambassadors…Sofia controlled the kingdom under the sheets of her bed.

[El Heffe]

Rook's Sisters - Salty by Nidoranduran

From the moment that Ben arrived at Rook's place, his sisters all treated him differently than they had the last time he'd seen them. He wasn't sure why, specifically; he hadn't done anything that special the last time he had come to see his friend, but for some reason all three of his sisters seemed to smile at him constantly, and each time his head turned toward one of them incidentally he saw eyes darting away from him, which had him wondering what could have possibly been happening here to make them so coy and eager, but he didn't think too much of it, remembering they were aliens and sometimes aliens just did things that weren't very easy for humans to really understand, when he should have been thinking about the other thing he knew about aliens.

Alien girls really, really liked Ben.

At dinner, Rook Shi and and Rook Shim both insisted he sit between them, with Rook Shar insisting happily that she would take the usually empty seat across from them so that her younger sisters could sit with Ben. It all seemed fine for him as he tried to keep his thoughts out of mind and sit down for a meal. A plate of delicious, fresh food in front of him was enough for Ben to forget about everything that could have worried or stressed him out in the least, his thoughts shifting toward all that was in front of him as he began to eat. For alien food, Revonnah cuisine was pretty palatable to a human, and he was happy to dig in.

"This is really good, thank you," he said, smiling toward Rook Da and Rook Bralla. "Is this is all from the farm?"

"Yes, everything on this table has been grown by our family," Da said, clearly proud of his harvest and his earthling guest's approval. "And cooked by my darling wife, of course."

It was as the father of the family responded to Ben that his daughters took matters into their own hands, quite literally as they went for his pants, Ben grunting in surprise at the hands as her looked down to see both girls reaching under the table for him, trying to open his pants up. A nervous sound got caught in his throat as he looked up at them, saw them both pretending nothing was wrong as their free hands worked at their food with their forks. Did he say something? That only would have gotten the attention of the entire rest of the table, and he felt like he really couldn't have that. Not knowing what to do, he was left to just sit there and wait, focusing on eating his food and hoping this wasn't going where he thought it was.

But it absolutely was. Shi and Shim were completely nonchalant about the way they pulled his pants open and dragged his cock out. It hit the top of the table with a bit of a thud as ten inches of thick human dick swung upward, growing hard very fast under the panic and confusion of the matter, hands stroking along it as he quickly spat out, "Oh, sorry, that was my knee." He felt hot under the collar, and the way they began to caress his cock, the way he even had his dick out under the table to begin with, felt had him feeling like he was in trouble.

Shi and Shim got their hands wrapped around his cock and stroked slowly, taking good care not to get too fast as they moved their arms with careful motions, synced up to stroke him in unison and make their slow, patient handjob into something more exciting and consistent, while Ben sat there and tried his best to eat his food, occasionally catching glimpses at the girls who for the first time weren't catching peeks at Ben all dinner. It was only getting stranger, and as his eyes drifted over toward their older sister, Shar, he was surprised to find that unlike them, she was smiling at him. Staring right up at him with a bright smile on her face that lasted only a few seconds before she looked down at her food and resumed eating, following it up seconds later with her feet grasping either side of his cock.

Ben stifled a groan as he felt the feet pressing against his cock and start to slide along his shaft as well, the sisters all working him over at the same time now, and Ben was completely confused about how to handle that sort of thing. His eyes darted about all over the table; everyone else was eating and paying no mind to Ben. He knew that if they knew what was happening under the table, though, as the combination footjob and double handjob would have definitely caused some problems. He did not want to know how Rook would have reacted to finding out Ben was doing this with his sisters--even if said sisters were the one inflicting it all upon him.

But it felt good. His cock throbbed excitedly in their grasp, oozing pre-cum all over Shar's feet as she kept from letting him make a weird, goopy mess under the table. The wrongness and danger had him losing a certain sense of focus, clumsy with his fork and faltering a bit with it. There was no sane way to resolve this, was there? He felt like he was in a bad place here, but there was no easy way out of it as his eyes shifted toward their parents one more who were eating and completely oblivious to their daughters' activities under the table.

The sounds he had to push down were frustrating, as his massive cock ached with need and excitement, the steady treatment of two hands and two feet on his cock was an incredible one that he felt terrified to enjoy, too worried by everything happening to him to be able to push away from all of it and let himself get into it. But even worse came not from biting down on his moans, but in the danger of being caught as Rook Bralla turned toward Ben and asked, "So how do you like it?"

Something got caught in his throat, and Ben knew that panic was going to be his undoing as he felt the pressure and weight hanging over him. "It's good," he said, nodding happily and shooting as big a smile as he could over to Bralla, trying his best to keep his words terse and quick so that his voice wouldn't betray them. Shim giggled a little bit at his side, which made his cheeks light up fin frustration. He was in over his head here and he could feel himself running quickly out of options or ways to make any of this stop or be the least bit sane. He didn't know what to do, but as he inched closer to release under the table he felt like something was going to go horribly awry and bring all of this crashing down.

"What does earthling food taste like, Ben?" Shar asked, looking so plainly at him as she kept her feet racing quickly along his cock. She took the front half of his dick to pleasure while her sisters handled the lower base, stroking his base. They worked together in perfect unison, like they had been waiting for this chance and practicing how best to get him off, and the pleasure was bubbling up too hotly within Ben for him to handle. He was close, frustrated, and Shar could tell, which was precisely why she was doing this, of course.

"U-um...." Ben shuddered, knowing he was about to cum, knowing his cock was ready to blow and that if he actually tried to explain Earth food he was going to be in a whole heap of trouble once his voice betrayed them. "Salty," was the panicked response he gave, burying his face down low as he started to shovel more food into his mouth in an attempt to silence himself. The Rook family seemed to remark on his comment curiously, and it was then, with his cheeks burning up and everything coming to its panicked conclusion, that Ben came, groaning with a mouthful of food as he lost himself, cock erupting and painting Shar's feet in his seed.

"Are you okay?" Rook asked, hearing his friend groan like that on the food. "Are you choking?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, hurriedly. "It just tastes really good! I'm enjoying it while I can."

More giggles, this time from all three sisters, as Shi and Shim happily tucked his spent cock back into his pants, the groaning and confused human left to wonder what had just happened and why, at least until Shi leaned in close and whispered, "We'll be waiting for you in Shar's room when Blonko goes to sleep tonight."
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True to their words, when Rook finally fell asleep that night, Ben slipped away from his friend to go to Shar's room, and found the three happy, smiling sisters waiting for him, greeting him excitedly. They pulled him into the room, dragging him down to the floor and making Ben cry out in surprise as he found himself overwhelmed by hands. So many hands, all at once, grabbing at his clothes and his body, stripping him down in their fervid and almost wordless rush. Ben tried to ask why they were teasing him at dinner, but he didn't get the chance to as lips found his and the frenzy of their eager hands seemed to leave him too confused and floored to bother. He was kissing them. Which one? He couldn't tell, but it may have been all of them as the blurred mess of grabbing and undressing dizzied him.

Showed down onto his back and laid out on the bed, Ben groaned as he felt the girls finally straighten themselves out in pursuit of settling happily down by his legs. "Just lie back, Ben," Shar purred, the eldest sister taking the lead from the middle of the three. "We're going to take care of you again." With Ben's big, throbbing cock in front of them, her eyes were wide, her lips pursing tightly together as she leaned in, planting some adoring kisses along his shaft for good measure. She was excited by the prospects before her, and she did little to hide that excitement.

"We thought that sharing you might be hard," Shim added, licking up and down the side of his cock as she stared at Ben with a smoldering want that looked like it had been brewing for a very long time and that finally she was in a position to act on it. Her tongue was happy to drag up and down the length of Ben's impressive dick in the process.

"But there's enough cock for all three of us to share!" Shi was as delighted as her sisters were, and to see it right in front of her now rather than having to only half pay attention as she jerked it off helped Shi get a real appreciation for what she was doing and what she was about to get into.

"Wow," Ben groaned. "Y-yeah, enjoy it all you want, I guess!" Ben would have been an idiot to say otherwise, of course, happily letting them at him as they began to lick and kiss along the cock they had gotten off earlier, now with much better opportunities before them do get at his shaft and pleasure him. It was all starting to make sense for Ben now as he lay there and let them at his cock. This was saner, this was simpler, this didn't risk a whole heap of trouble when Rook found out Ben was getting jerked off by his younger sisters. This, he was used to. Well, sort of; horny alien girls throwing themselves at him, sure. Three sisters throwing themselves at him at the same time, not so much, but that was exactly what Ben found himself enduring now, groaning and twisting as their tongues all lapped at his cock, treating him to something so sweet and decadent and completely new.

While all the hands and feet had been very coordinated and worked in eager concert to the tune of a steady pace and something adoring, the way that the sisters went at Ben's cock was anything but. They licked it with uneven sloppiness, none of the girls coordinating anything properly as their licks proved sloppy and out of sync. They weren't really focused in any one way on what they were doing coming together into something perfectly synchronized, whether because there was too much cock to plan that for, or because there was so much cock that they were too delighted and awestruck to do anything but give completely in. Whatever the reason, the sisters were sloppy and eager to go all out with their affections, moaning as they relished in the chance to revere Ben's dick with all the sloppy vigor they could muster, saliva coating his shaft as they seemed incapable of holding back from him.

Unlike at the dinner table, where Ben was unprepared, unwarned, and having to struggle to hold himself back and avoid giving in to so much frustration and pleasure that he could hardly bear it, Ben was in his element now. This was exactly where he wanted to be, groaning as he lay back and watched Shar, Shim, and Shi worshiping his cock with their mouths. Every lick, kiss, and caress was another bit of affection that he was getting easily riled up by, loving the eager treatment and the undeniable, uncontrolled love behind each action. They had clearly been planning this, clearly been lusting after his cock for some time and now finally able to enjoy a taste of it, and he was all too happy to let them at him, let them pleasure him every which way while he reaped the benefits, cock throbbing excitedly as it stood tall and proud, ready for the worst these girls could give, whatever that might be.

All the licking was a good starting point, but the girls needed much more than that to sate their thirst for Ben. As the girl whose room they were in and the eldest of the Rook sisters, Shar got to take him down first,. helped by the fact that she was in the middle, pushing down Ben's dick and sucking it eagerly into her mouth, eyes locking on his and refusing to break away as she began to suck him down, eager and driven by an excitement that had Ben groaning as inch after inch of cock sank past her lips, into the wet heat of her mouth. Shar was capable of handling him just fine and showed it off, a twinkle in her eyes as she let herself relax and enjoy it, head bobbing back and forth while Shim and Shi licked along the base of his cock and eagerly awaited their turns. Shar's slow patience set a fire in Ben's belly, and he was eager to see what pleasures awaited him if this was still the early goings of it all.

Shi took his cock down next, taking a different approach than Shar did. Rather than push down, she got her mouth around Ben's cock and began to work quickly back and forth, showing off a very fervid approach to sucking dick that involved a more shallow sucking, making up for depth through speed alone. Unashamed and eager to please, she showed off what she could do all the same, while Shar and Shim kept their tongue dragging along his shaft. It had Ben twisting in delight, groaning, "You're so fast, and taking it so well!" He knew that his girthy cock didn't make that kind of speed very easy at any depth, but watching her race up and down his cock was a delight that had him aching eagerly for more.

When Shim took over, she showed herself to be the opposite kind of girl as Shi was, forcing herself down so deep that Ben's cock slid into her throat, making her gag and shiver as she showed her talents off, but rather than go at him with an all out and desperate speed, she decided to take it slow, contrasting her sister with depth and patient. Her head rocked up and down with a patient and slow motion that nonetheless had Ben excitedly squirming for her, loving the feeling of her hot mouth working a special, eager magic on his cock. There was nothing about the slowness that Ben could have ever minded, given the fact that Shim's cock was spasming so happily around his cock and the deep embrace was more than enough to make up for it all.

Shar took over again, establishing herself as the middle ground, the more reasonable oldest sister who held herself back from one extreme or another and focused on giving Ben a good, steady blowjob. But they were all amazing, and he couldn't help but groan, "All three of you are amazing at this! I've never had three beautiful girls sucking my cock before, but this is incredible. Please keep going, this feels so good."

They swapped back and forth, each girl showing their own strengths and keeping things varied, three differently talented mouths showing Ben's cock an amazing and scattered time, keeping him excited and curious, never knowing what was coming next or how things were about to shift, and that excitement was a greater thrill than he had been expecting. Continuing to write eagerly in the grasp of the girls and their hot mouths' embrace, the pleasure was incredible, and he couldn't keep himself quiet as he gave in to it all, eager and desperate for more.

That desperation kept the happy Ben writhing, groaning as he lay there and accepted their unconditional devotion, the oral worship that had him so ready to give in. He wasn't the least bit sorry about what he was doing or even the fact that these were, after all, Rook's sisters. He was giving himself up so eagerly to them and to the pleasure they offered that he at no point stopped to think about decency. Why worry about such petty things when he could just embrace the unfettered bliss before him? And he hadn't even yet felt the best part of it all.

"If this feels good now, then just you wait," Shar moaned, looking at her sisters and giving them the nod that formed the signal she'd been waiting for. The girls surprised Ben with an eager lean forward as they broke away from his dick. Shar took it into her mouth and sucked it down eagerly, moaning as she let him slide a bit into her throat, Ben gasping at the sudden push deeper, the surprise and the sound of Shar gagging excitedly around his cock. Shim and Shi went lower, licking down his cock and letting their tongues break away from the middle at his base, licking their way down to his balls and started to adore them with sloppy, steady licks, adoring him differently and making Ben groan and twist.

"Fuck!" he gasped. "Yeah, wow, that feels amazing. Please, don't stop." His cock throbbed within the greedy hold of Shar's mouth and throat, excited by the sudden twist and the eager, slutty throating of his shaft, her head keeping up its previous pace while now providing him with so much more, an even more intense thrill than Shim's slow deepthroating as she fed some fire into it. But rather than having his cock licked by two eager tongues in the process, he had mouths at his balls, adoring him lower and in ways that he hadn't been ready for, squirming hotly on the bed as he felt himself completely floored by the sudden, twisted delights that came with the sisters' all out oral assault.

Ben had never felt anything like this before, with one sister sucking his cock and the other two sucking his nuts, but he could get used to this kind of oral reverence, moaning as his chest tightened, as he found himself slipping away form focus and sense amid the throbbing thrill of their treatment, which reached heights of bliss and pleasure too intense for him to do anything but give in, unable to hold back a sudden swell of excitement as he lost himself. He wished he didn't, wished this pleasure could last forever and that he could let this bliss continue on until he could take no more, but it wasn't to be, and he relinquished his control and the moment, gasping and crying out as he came, wishing he could yell three names simultaneously, but, "Rook!" would have to do.

Shar pulled back after the first shot of cum pumped down her throat, happily letting the rest flood into her mouth and fill her up. She moaned, hands grabbing the backs of her sisters' heads as she pulled them in for an eager, three way kiss, tongue shoveling Ben's seed into their mouths with one purpose in mind; sharing it. They had all earned Ben's cum, and as they lingered in front of the still rigid and energetic cock they shared his cum, moaning as the sticky, gooey seed. It was exciting to swap back and forth in their lurid, incestuous kiss, a sloppy three way mess of cum sharing that finally ended as the girls began to swallow it down.

"Mm, so is this what earthling food tastes like?" Shi asked, smiling at Ben as she reached a hand for his cock, the sisters in no way done with him yet for the night.

"N-no, why would it be?" Ben asked, deeply confused by the words and shivering as his sensitive cock felt the caress of fingers. He wasn't done yet either, but he did need a second, and the question held his focus for the moment.

Shar swallowed her mouthful of cum down and explained, "Salty."

[El Heffe]

The Big Squeeze by ChaosTranquility

The Galleria mall bustled and hummed with activity as families shopped and ate on this sunny Saturday afternoon, happily indulging in the nine hundred or so shops in this enormous mall. Rambunctious boys hovered on the floor above a huge X on the ground, waiting for their next victim to step forward. Teenagers hung out in the food court or near the fountain, chatting away as they downed tacos. However, one teenager was having no fun at all, despite being in her favorite place in the world.
“Ugh… How are there still four hours left in this stupid shift? It’s basically like, forever…” Caitlin Cooke ran an exasperated hand through her cropped blonde hair before putting her lemon hat back on. Caitlin worked at the Big Squeeze, making lemonade and other various fruit juices. She and her friends more commonly referred to it as “The Lemon”, because it was shaped like basically a huge lemon.
Caitlin moved, catching a glimpse of herself in the reflective side of the juice machine. She winced, staring at the hideous yellow hat shaped like – you guessed it – a lemon, sitting atop her carefully groomed hair. “Hate this thing…” She muttered, wishing she could take it off and leave it, and this job, forever.
A woman walked by holding a bag from the Khaki Barn, reminding Caitlin why she was here in the first place. Her credit card debt loomed over her, and her dad would never let her leave the Lemon without paying back every cent she had spent.
“One lemonade.” A snarky voice sounded, interrupting Caitlin’s mini pity-party. It belonged to a fierce-looking woman with a bored look plastered on her heavily made up features.
Caitlin attempted to put a customer service smile on. “Okay, what si—”
The woman cut Caitlin off. “Small. Light ice. Half sweet. Put two slices of lemon in it, thin. With a long straw. And I want it cold, not warm, or you’ll make it again.” Then she pulled out her designer wallet and dropped a crisp bill onto the counter.
“O-okay…” Caitlin said, surprised and annoyed that the woman was treating her this way. She took the bill and put it in the register before turning away, so she could sneer behind the customer’s back. What a bitch, she thought.
She made the drink as quickly as she could, wanting to stop dealing with this woman as soon as possible. When Caitlin handed the yellow juice to her, the woman grabbed it and stalked away without another word. Maturely, Caitlin stuck her tongue out at the retreating woman.
“I haaate this job!” Caitlin exclaimed, whipping out her cellphone (against protocol) so she could text her boyfriend Doug and complain. But what she found waiting for her was a text that ruined those plans.
“HE’S BREAKING UP WITH ME?!”
The furious scream had customers turning towards the lemon with alarmed looks on their faces. Caitlin ignored them, angrily texting Doug back that fine, they would never see each other again, and that she hoped he had a ‘nice freaking life, jerk’. Then she deleted him from her contacts.
Caitlin set her phone on the counter as she groaned. How many breakups did this put her at? She was pretty sure the number was sixty-eight. God, it was so embarrassing! Was it too much to ask for her to find a nice guy, a friendly dude who could be nice to her for more than two weeks?
Come on Caitlin, you don’t need a guy like that… She thought, attempting to comfort herself. What’s he good for anyways? He wasn’t even that hot. Just a good lay. And you can take care of yourself much better than he could. As Caitlin imagined their hot and heavy sessions just yesterday, her blood began to boil underneath her plain white tee and black skirt.
Hmm… An idea to ease her current boredom popped into her head. She could have a little fun behind the counter, couldn’t she? Heck, she deserved to after such a tumultuous day. There weren’t any customers around, and after that last one… She needed a break.
Grabbing a piece of cardboard, Caitlin scribbled big block words on it with a black sharpie before placing it on the counter. To any potential customers, it read: CLOSED FOR LEMON EMERGENCY. Caitlin ducked behind the counter, and flipped up her blue skirt as she sank to her knees.
A part of her remained rational and paranoid that the mall patrons would be able to see what she was doing, so she kept her panties on at first. She tilted her head up, attempting to see whether she was in danger of being discovered. Despite the fear, her fingers crept into the brightly colored thong to feel for the clit.
"Aah..." Caitlin let out a tiny moan as her digits met with a familiar heat. She kept herself careful, but the lust was beginning to take over what little sense she had as she started to rub. Her finely manicured nails brushed gently against the silken panties, circling as Caitlin let out a heavy breath, the first of many.
Ever so slightly, Caitlin began to buck her hips as her fingers grew more urgent. She was growing increasingly annoyed by the constraints of the thong. Nobody’s found me in the last few minutes, so of course, I’m safe! It was her horny logic speaking, but she was more than happy to listen. She quickly slipped a leg out of the panties, allowing the fabric to dangle off an ankle, giving her a full range of motion. Finally, she could pleasure herself without reservation.
Heat surged through her slim body as she teased herself, running just one finger across her clit as her muscles tensed in response. With her other hand, she lifted her pink shirt and felt for her nipple underneath her lacey bralette. It was already hardened, waiting for her fingers to pinch and massage the firm nub. She traced circles around the pink nipples, feeling the light almost ticklish sensations join the heat.
Her moans were growing louder, though they were still masked by the noise of the mall.
All that clit rubbing had Caitlin craving something more substantial. She always fancied a huge cock buried deep inside of her, but unfortunately there was nothing around that could substitute. So, she settled for her fingers, sliding one deep inside herself easily as the juices secreting from her pussy wet the skin.
Knowing her own body well, Caitlin curled the finger as she grinded the air, pushing against her most sensitive spot in the spongey wall. It still wasn’t enough to satisfy the deep craving within her for more. To that end, she slipped a second one in, working them in tangent as she pumped into herself again and again, slathering the fingers in her wetness.
Caitlin groaned as she leaned back, allowing her shoulders to rest on the counter as starting beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her eyes closed as she focused on the feeling, her blue eye shadow sparkling. She had completely forgotten her surroundings, her overpowering lust energizing her fingers.
Her small breasts bounced as her body rocked. She was so close already, the adrenaline pushing her to the cusp. She just needed a little bit more... Just a tiny bit... Her other hand moved down to join in the festivities as it worked her needy clit in perfect, practiced sync. The combination had her pussy pulsing happily in response.
The faster Caitlin’s hands moved, the more intense and passionate her moans became. If anyone had approached the Lemon at this time, it would have been painfully obvious exactly what she was doing. Luckily for Caitlin, it only lasted a few minutes before her body couldn’t resist anymore, and lost itself to the climax.
“AAAaah!” Caitlin let out a cry that attracted a few stray glances as she immediately clamped her lips together, her cheeks flush with the embarrassment and heat. Her entire body froze as her muscles tensed, holding Caitlin still so that she could indulge in the sharp pleasure. Her fingers slowed down to a languid pace that was meant to elongate the bliss, raw out the good feelings as much as possible.
Then it was over.
Panting heavily, Caitlin collapsed onto all fours as she attempted to recover from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her system. She felt her pussy throb erratically in satisfaction. Her heart matched it in rhythm as a smile of relief and happiness painted itself onto her face. Juices poured from her body, all over her fingers. Some of it even dripped onto the floor, which Caitlin made a mental note to clean later.
She straightened, and took in a deep breath as she regained her customer service face. Before going to clean up, she pulled up her skirt, leaving her panties still hung on an ankle. She had to wash her hands first. She did just that in the nearby sink, scrubbing away all traces of her little “break”. But before Caitlin could fix her thong…
“Heyyyy Caitlin.” The lazy, low voice could only belong to one person, one that Caitlin knew all too intimately. “What’s happenin’?”
“Hey Jude!” Caitlin said as she walked to the counter, subtly reaching down to grab at her panties. “Ugh, nothing…” She thought back to the text from Doug, and all of her annoyance and anger came rushing back. “Except stupid Doug broke up with me.”
“That sucks dude…” Jude wasn’t sure what to say as Caitlin’s eyes cast downward. He assumed she was crying, since she did so easily.
What Caitlin was actually doing was raking her eyes across Jude’s crotch, where she could already see what lay behind it in her mind. “Jude, are you free later?” A good fuck could be exactly what she needed to get Doug off her mind, and there was no bigger dick around than Jude’s. Just thinking about it was getting her a little warm under her shirt.
“Uhhh, yeaaah I think so… For what?” He asked, before he caught the look. He knew too well what the hungry twinkle in her eyes meant. “Ohhhh, yeah!” He shot her double finger guns. “I am totally free for that.”
“Great! So, see you after my shift? I’m done at six. Your place as usual?” She spoke quickly as she grabbed a nearby paper towel to soak up her pussy juices from earlier, and the new wetness that had formed from imagining Jude’s cock buried deep inside of her.
“Cool. Catch ya later.” He grinned before shooting off on his skateboard. As he travelled across the mall, several annoyed security guards frantically gestured to the no bikes or skateboards sign that he simply ignored. Caitlin watched him leave before turning her attention to herself, cleaning up the slick nectar.
Knowing that she had a dick appointment after her shift made the work go by at a steadier pace than the crawl it had been at before. She couldn’t wait to release all of her tension, all of her anger. She made drink after drink, watching the minutes tick by until it was finally time for her to close up for the day.
Caitlin rushed through closing (she never did a particularly good job with it anyways), and removed the accursed lemon hat. She left it in the giant lemon, and closed the lid. “Finally!” She exclaimed as she hoisted her cute pink bag over her shoulder. She pulled out her compact, adjusting her hat-ruffled hair. Then she took out a shiny lip gloss, applying it over her peachy perfect lips. “Perfect,” she said as she gave herself a smile. “Time to go.”
Jude’s place wasn’t so far from the mall, and so Caitlin made it there in good time. She knocked on the door, and was greeted by Jude with a dopey smile on his face. “Sup,” he said as he stepped inside, motioning Caitlin to shut the door behind her.
“Heya! Let’s do this.” Caitlin followed Jude to his room. She didn’t even bother looking around, knowing already that the room would be trashed, with shirts and board shorts strewn everywhere. At least he had opened a window to air the place out, after she had complained vehemently the last time.
Caitlin placed her precious designer bag gingerly atop a pile of clothes on a chair before turning to face him. She wasted no time. She practically tore off his shirt and pants, throwing them to the side. Not two minutes had passed before Jude stood before her, reduced to nothing but his usual briefs. His trademark chill look was still plastered on his face despite the stripdown. Next she worked on herself, stripping from the shirt and skirt down into her matching bra and panties.
At the sight of her in her underwear, Jude’s cock began to harden, the outline obvious through the briefs. He gave her an appreciative nod.
I’m hot… I’m desirable… That loser Doug will regret dumping me! Caitlin thought as she drew close to him, putting a hand on the hardening dick through the fabric. She felt it stiffen as she roughly pushed her mouth onto his, her hand moving up and down the impressive shaft. She could feel herself moisten as she imagined plunging herself up and down that cock, but not yet. She didn’t want it to be over so soon!
Their tongues mingled, breaths mixing as they moved towards the bed, which was really just two mattresses stacked atop each other. They fell on top of it, Caitlin in charge as she straddled Jude’s body, all the while rubbing his now-fully erect dick. Deliberately, she rubbed her clit against the shaft, letting out a shuddering moan that enticed.
“Mmm...” Caitlin let out as he grinned up at her, enjoying the show and the kisses. “You better be ready, Jude! Your cock is mine for the next few hours!”
“It always is...” Jude replied before he was silenced by her mouth on his. This was a typical arrangement for the two. Social convention may have dictated that he mind being used as a dildo for Caitlin’s pleasure and for her to forget her latest ex, but he didn’t really care. He was getting a fuck, so why the hell not?
The briefs were off in another minute, with Caitlin’s thong joining them on the floor. She continued to grind her pussy on his bare skin, both turning herself on and preparing him for penetration. Finally, she couldn’t stand the wait any longer. Sinking her knees deeper into the firm mattress, Caitlin raised up her petite body and poised the dick at the entrance to her sex.
“Haah,” Caitlin breathed out when she felt the head of the cock sink inside her as she slowly lowered herself down.
Jude’s hands clutched Caitlin’s thin waist. They tightened as he groaned, feeling her incredibly tight cavern clamp down onto him. All those Kegel exercises Caitlin liked to do were really paying off.
“Yessss...” Caitlin drew the word out in a hiss as she plunged the cock in deeper. She seemed to always forget just how addicting Jude’s dick was, as it was the only one that truly filled her and stretched her to mold to its impressive girth.
Short exclamations from parted lips punctuated Caitlin’s journey down, taking in every inch of the shaft into her dripping pussy. She could feel the hardness buried so snugly within herself, and relished in the knowledge that she was in control here. She reached up, swiping a stray lock of her light hair away from her forehead as she leaned down, putting her hands on the mattress beside his body for stability.
Then she began to move her hips, gyrating as her tits swung along with her figure. “Ooh!” Caitlin bit her bottom lip as she thrusted, grinding herself against his crotch in slow, circular motions. The unmistakeable noise of flesh slapping against flesh joined their cries as Caitlin pushed herself up, straightening to give herself a better angle as she fucked.
Jude was treated to a view of Caitlin’s skinny body as he clutched at her, just along for the ride as she kept full control. The feeling of that cock being thrust in her over and over again was absolutely intoxicating. All other thoughts, save for ones of climax, were wiped from Caitlin’s mind as she bobbed, her pussy squeezing him so incredibly tight.
Somehow the contracting sex got even tighter as Caitlin moved a hand to her clit, rubbing as erratically as she had earlier behind the counter of the Big Squeeze. Sweat dripped down her brow as she increased her speed, pumping herself as she used his cock, the perfect meat dildo to make her forget everything.
“God, yes, Jude!” Caitlin yelled, smacking his skin with a hand, causing it to redden. She could feel that orgasm, feel herself on the brink of it as the knots inside her unraveled. “Oh my god!” Caitlin couldn’t stop herself, she was going to cum!
When Caitlin’s pussy squeezed so intensely around his cock, Jude couldn’t resist. With a loud moan of his own, he came inside of her as she spasmed intensely. He shot a huge load of cream, thick white juice that filled her just as his cock did. Caitlin fell down, collapsing onto him as she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling.
“Ahhh, that was good,” Caitlin said with a happy grin. She pulled out, her pussy dripping with the semen. She flipped onto her back, staring up at the cream-colored ceiling above her. Usually, this sort of acrobatic fucking would have tired her out, but for some reason, Caitlin still wanted more. The fury and insult that Doug had left her with had somewhat faded, but the remnants powered her yet.
“Yeaah dude,” Jude agreed, grabbing a nearby tissue to clean up his dick.
“You better not be done, Jude!” Caitlin exclaimed in her shrill voice, turning onto her side to stare at him. “We still have, like, a lot more fucking to do.”
“More?” He said, incredulous. “But I just... came!”
“Too bad. I want more!”
“Is it even going to get hard...?” Jude said as he stared at his limp cock.
“If it doesn’t, I’ll just make it hard!” Caitlin grinned, a challenge now set, piquing her interest. She pushed herself up, clipping back her bangs with her trademark pink hairpin that had come loose during the earlier session. She straddled him again, this time lower at his knees. “You better get hard fast, ’cause I’m not gonna go easy on you!”
Three seconds later, she had his dick in her mouth. Saliva pooled out of her lips as she slicked her tongue all over the thick shaft. He groaned in pleasure, but his dick remained devoid of hardness. Undeterred, Caitlin kept at it, bobbing her head as she forced as much of it she could into her mouth. Jude made unintelligible noises as he lifted his head, watching her.
“Here we go!” It didn’t take long for Caitlin to get the results she had wanted. Blood rushed to Jude’s cock as the softness morphed into hardness inside the moist, wet mouth. Caitlin continued to lick, to suck, dripping saliva down the shaft. A smile came onto her lips when she felt the erection push against her throat, eager to penetrate. Success!
Caitlin gave him a few more licks, allowing him to enter her throat in the slightest, before releasing him from her strawberry-colored lips. She dipped a finger down to her pussy, feeling the arousal that awaited her there. Perfect, she thought. Time for another round.
Caitlin climbed onto Jude again, this time turning her ass to him so that her perfectly round behind was in full view. Her knees were met with the firm mattress as she turned back to give Jude a cheeky wink as she massaged the hardened cock right under her awaiting sex. Without any warning, she dropped herself down onto it.
“Aaaah!” Caitlin let out a satisfied groan when the cockhead entered her awaiting folds, which accepted him willingly. It gave her that stretched feeling that intoxicated her, left her begging for more. She couldn’t help but lower her body even more, to let more of the cock into her awaiting sex.
“Mmm, so good...” Caitlin moaned as their juices mingled. “I love your dick, Jude!” Caitlin exclaimed as felt the cock twitch inside her. She squeezed her inner muscles, giving a secret smile when she heard Jude’s surprised moan at the sudden tightness. There was just something about that huge member that drove her wild.
“That ass...” Jude savored lasciviously, staring intently at the way her ass jiggled and moved along with each stroke she made. It slapped against his crotch as Caitlin lowered and raised herself with practiced agility.
It wasn’t long before Caitlin’s fingers were at her clit again, rubbing with the same ferocity that she had earlier in the Lemon. She was determined to forget, and in her mind, an incredible, mind-numbing climax would be the best way to do that. Pleasure surged through her body as she worked, pressing on though her thigh muscles began to ache.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Caitlin cried as she lifted herself even higher before plunging all the way down. There was just something about feeling every raw inch of the dick sinking into her, hitting her aching cervix with each thrust. A little pain was nothing compared to the blinding pleasure of it all.
“Uhh, Caitlin, I can’t hold on anymore...” Jude said as he felt her clench down, clamping so hard he thought he would cum if she moved a single muscle.
“Hold on, cause I’m not done yet!” Caitlin was relentless in her fucking, in her pursuit of bliss. Her hair whirled around her face from the effort. She was so damn close; orgasm was just within her reach. She just had to get there.
Finally, everything seemed to explode as Caitlin threw her head back and simply moaned. It all became a blur as a tremendous pulsing came over her body, especially in her sex. Jude could feel it reverberate around his shaft as he finally let go, sending another load of hot cream right into her. They both paused, eyes closed, enjoying themselves.
It had been an amazing orgasm earlier at the Lemon, but there was truly nothing compared to cumming with a dick inside. Caitlin couldn’t do anything but collapse and moan as all she could focus on was the tingles coursing through her. Her fingers were still massaging the aching clit, drawing it out as long as she could before she surrendered to the huge wave of pleasure.
The cock slipped out of the slick cavern, but Caitlin didn’t mind. Her hunger had finally been sated, at least for now. The pair lay on top of each other, both panting heavily as they struggled to regain their breath. Caitlin’s body was still in spasms, wracked from the incredible climax. Jude, who had practically never cum twice in the space of just an hour, couldn’t do anything but lie there and remember to breathe.
Caitlin managed to roll herself over to the side, and grin when she saw the completely exhausted Jude. “Thanks Jude. You’re the best friend ever. That was just what I needed!” She reached down, and felt the thick cum dripping out of her pussy. “Oops. Better clean up. You came a lot!”
“So, you’re over Doug now?” Jude asked, readjusting the beanie on his mop of messy hair. “Glad I helped.”
“Yuup! Pretty much. But just to be safe, let’s do this again next week!” She beamed, wiping herself with a tissue. “Say, Tuesday at five?”
Jude nodded, thinking that was an idea he could wrap his head, and his dick, around. “Sounds good, dude.”

[El Heffe]

White Boys Don't Jump by PervyLoverofMany

White boys don’t jump, and they sure as hell have tiny cocks. The Dalevale Cheerleader Squad had that as their un-official catchphrase since the late 60s when the school first became integrated and the girls discovered the girth and power of other races. The blacks obviously came first with their thick footlong, the Asians were thinner but just as tall…variety is the spice of life after all.

It became a tradition of the squad to spend each month to hunt down a big stud for the squad to share. They could go after their own personal guy on their own time, but the Big Target belonged to the community as a whole; various girls over the years have been kicked off the squad for disobeying the rule. As well as anyone who got pregnant.

It shouldn’t be much of a surprise that Dalevale had a high rate of teenage pregnancy.

Our story shall focus on five girls in particular. Denise: the smartest girl with skin as black as the sky at midnight, Yoko: the Asian girl that liked to dress in punk clothes, April: the second black chick in the group and really the most normal person in the group, Priyanka: a girl from Indian who acted and dressed like a total slut, and Tina: the third black girl and the one that sought out the Big Target each month.

“First and foremost…” Tina took a breath before planting the printouts onto the desk in the classroom the cheerleader squad had been allowed to use after school, even giving them a spare key to use. Of course, some of the staff knew about what the girls really used the room for, seeing as some of them were former cheerleaders themselves. “…our picks aren’t the best this month.”

“What about Jordan?” April puckered his lips. “The soccer guy with thighs to die for?”

“Well, he’s gay now.” Tina sighed. “Apparently, one of US has made him gay.” She looked around with cross eyes. It’s entirely possible that Jordan had discovered his true sexuality on his own, but the cheerleaders were a bit too much sex-driven to believe something like that. “So we got three…” She pointed a finger to the first printout, a picture of a boy with weirdly-dyed blue hair. “This is Minato Yuki. He’s a transfer student from Japan. Mostly keeps to himself, but I have his body! He’s packed! He mentions about being a special club back home…but I don’t what kinda club. Still, he looks like he would be good in bed…”

“I’m passing.” Yoko held up her hand. “I need something more meaty.”

“Okay then…tabling this for later.” Tina pushed the prinout to the side. “This next one…” She tapped on a picture on a big black guy who has a muscle for a head. “Is Travis. Recently got out of jail for assaulting a dude with a wrench. Might be a easy mark, depending on just you’re into violent sex.”

All the girls looked uncomfortable at the idea of sleeping with a possible murderer, so Tina grabbed the printout, crunched it up and tossed it away, managing to land it in the trashcan. So she grabbed the third and final printout and presented it. “This is Steve.”

“What’s special about him?” Yoko asked.

“He’s…” Tina racked her mind. Suddenly, she didn’t remember why she picked him. It took her a good second of trying to think of a good reason before deciding with, “…dunno. I really couldn’t find a good third guy…”

“Has the pool run dry?” Denise asked with a forlorn sigh. “I’m hoping it’s just a dry period, but really, only one of those guys is worth doing and he might turn us down. Transfer students tend to have girlfriends back home.”

“Oh please.” Priyanka groaned as she stopped on a sucker. She pretty much played the whole slut routine to a T. “If he does have a sweetie back east, she’s already fucking someone else. If we tell him that, he might believe us.”

“Hush.” Denise shot at Priyanka as she stood up. “What do you girls think? We think we can last a month without a Big Target?” The other girls didn’t take long for them to reply with various mutterings and sighs. A true sign there’s no way they’ll last that long without sex. “Right…in that case, we might have to do something desperate.” The cheerleaders looked down, knowing what that meant.

“We have to really get a white guy?” April moaned. “There’s plenty on the various sports teams…shouldn’t be that bad…I mean, it’s middle-of-the-road, right?”

“I do have a counter offer.” Denise smacked her lips. “A weird one…but it could be fun.” After the attention focused on her she continued. “Instead of looking for a big dick, we look for someone who has a tiny dick…for funsies?”

“What’s so great about a small dick?” Priyanka asked the first question that everyone was thinking.

“We can have a different kind of fun.” Denise put on a devilish smile. “Not with having sex, but with…torment.” The rest of the girls started to catch on what exactly Denise was planning. Perhaps they can their jollies not from sexual satisfaction, but with torment and torture? It would be an interesting experiment for a bunch of girls who didn’t give any shit about being in science class.

And there is one man that fit the bill of someone who had to have a tiny penis. A Ronald Roberts. He kept to himself, didn’t participate in any clubs, didn’t make any significant grades both good and bad, and he had absolutely no presence. He’s someone the teachers would ignore…perfect bait.

“Hey big boy.” Priyanka called out to Ronald using the most cliché line she could think of. “You wanna have a good time?” Ronald, in his complete slacker outfit of some sort of video game character t shirt and cargo shorts, looked on interest. True to his nature as a loser, he had to take off his glasses and wipe them several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But no, indeed, a girl is asking him out for something very suggestive.

Doing a little hop, Ronald followed Priyanka. “Where are we going?” He asked, after already deciding to follow the girl.

“Somewhere private.” Priyanka smacked her lips. Looking at the guy ended up being a much harder task for her to handle than she thought. “We don’t want to be interrupted, now do we?” Ronald shook his head up and down like a cartoon character as he followed along like a dog expecting a steak. Priyanka made sure to take the longest route possible, to make sure that no one would see them. Just because Ronald is easily forgettable doesn’t mean that some goodie-two-shoes wouldn’t report them to a goodie-two-shoes-teacher.

“Is that…” Ronald questioned as they arrived at their destination. In front of them awaited a unusual sight for him. It appeared to be…the women’s locker-room. “Is this…” Ronald turned back towards Priyanka with a big smile, right before he got smashed in the face by Priyanka’s fist.

When Ronald awoke, he found himself unable to move his hands or feet. Looking around him, he noticed that several towels were tied around him and bound him to a gym bench. Tried as he might, he couldn’t escape his bonds.

In the shadow of the dimly-lit locker room came some snickering from various girls, which creepily echoed all around Ronald. And soon five girls all appeared out of the shadows and surrounded him, all of them giggling mischievously at him. Priyanka was behind him and he recognized Denise as she approached at the front.

“Well, it’s your lucky day.” Denise smacked her lips as she flicked Ronald in his nose. “But, oh boy, you ain’t going to like it too much.”

“Sadly, that applies to us as well.” Tina sighed as she patted Ronald in a condescending manner as she circled around him. “You ain’t going to mean much to us.”

“We had to give up on having a good fuck for you!” Priyanka bemoaned as she slapped Ronald on the cheek. He squirmed and moaned. “So you’re going to last as long as possible! You give in, I kick you where the sun don’t shine!”

“Wha-a-tt’s going o-n-n?” Ronald stuttered as he tried to once more escape. The towel jerked and stretched but held tight. He’s in the for long run. The girls continued to circle him like they were vultures waiting for a cow to expire. He couldn’t help but feel scared…and aroused at the same time. This reminded him of his dreams! Only in his dreams, he was in control and not being covered in honey.

“Looks like the party is getting started!” Yoko chortled as she raised up her foot and laid it on top of Ronald’s growing erection in his pants. She pressed down…but Ronald didn’t react as much as she thought he would. In fact, it seemed that the pressure is reversing in his favor as she’s being pushed back.

Yoko pushed back and away from Ronald, keeping silent about the little encounter. “L-looo-k.” Ronald let out a long and dry gulp. “This is wrong, okay? You’re committing a crime…”

“We really don’t care.” Denise shook her head. “We care for sex, and right now, we have to get our kicks in a different fashion.” She cracked her knuckles and rolled her arms around to get her arms pumped for what’s to come. The girls started to approach Ronald with her hands outstretched and ready to rip and tear.

“Can we discuss affairs?”

“Nope!” The girls giggled all together.

Everyone of the girls giggled as they dived down onto Ronald to remove his clothing from him. His t-shirt got tossed over onto a locker and landed quite amazingly into a hamper while his baggy jeans ended up laying on top of a locker. His shoes and socks were left on as his underwear got yanked off in one motion…

…leaving all the girls absolutely stunned.

The entire affair was all about fucking around with a puny little white guy with a tiny dick. Make fun of him, flick the little man and his little man around, torment and blackball him (In more than one way) before releasing out to the wild.

But the cock they found isn’t the one of a loser, but of a heavyweight champ.

The girls all walked back in utter shock. Ronald’s dick, even when he’s unaroused, posed itself to be far larger than a average black basketball player’s. Many of the girls were surprised by this, it should have As it slowly erected itself under the pressure of a sixsome, it stood as long as a fully-grown snake. That thing looked close to be hitting double-digits!

Three the girls reacted in fear; no way they can take on that monster and live!

The other two licked their lips; hell yeah.

“I call dibs!” Priyanka cooed as she practically ripped apart her outfit and even her expensive underwear and straddled into Ronald’s lap. A uneasy smile came onto Ronald’s face as a naked woman pressed her buttocks against his cock, with it slipping in-between the crack. Priyanka motioned up and down, managing to cover a good part of the tower of meat. Ronald’s dick quivered as it rubbed up against Priyanka’s anus. Ronald himself shook like a tree in a earthquake as he took a series of deep breathing to keep himself from coming early. Priyanka stuck her tongue out as she found herself delighting in making sweet love! Not for tormenting the sucker, she’s was enjoying it!

So much so, she did the one thing she hardly did even with the usual Big Target. She clutched onto her buttocks with both hands to spread out as she stood up so she can lower herself back down with her anus sticking out and ready to be impaled by Ronald’s cock. With a heave, she plunged down and her stomach area stretched to fit the massive load.

“WOO!” She cried out, hot tears leaking out of her eyes with a big sloppy smile. “THIS ROCKS!” She had to do all of the work, as Ronald couldn’t move his hips to pound her. “I’M KEEPING THIS ONE!”

“We have to share!” Tina groaned as she started to remove her clothing, starting with her thong. “You can take him first, but everyone gets a turn!”

“I…don’t think I can last that long…” Ronald moaned out as he started to gain some confidence as he stopped stuttering.

“Too bad!” Tina roared as she threw off her shirt in one swoop and allowing her breasts bounce out. She approached Ronald from behind and placed her boobs right around Ronald’s head, pressing on both sides and blinding him with her mammaries. She played with his head like the head of a cock, pulling her tits up and down and mashing them against his head.

“This feels good…” Ronald slurped up some loose drool.

“Get used to it big boy!” Priyanka threw out a rare comment as she wheezed and heave to keep herself steady. Her experience with anal sex had always been minimal, and never the main course. But for Ronald and his monster cock, god, she couldn’t risk him destroying her womanhood…and the fact she couldn’t stop! Her ass felt cracked (More so than usual) as the warm man meat speared itself through.

Then Ronald came. Hot goo shot up through Priyanka’s anal cavity, filling it up and expanding it even more. Priyanka’s eyes rolled back as she ended up rocketing off the cock and falling onto the floor in a sticky mess. She started to blubber something positive as her body gently flatted out onto the floor where a pool of sweat and semen started to form.

“Holy shit…” Exasperated April. “Is this guy hitting the dickroids or something?”

“Can I go now…” Ronald gasped. Despite his face losing color and he starting to slouch, his dick still stood tall.

“Hell no!” Denise shouted as she tossed her shirt right at Ronald, catching him in the face and blinding him. “We’re all getting a turn at you geek boy!” She walked over the dazed Priyanka, gently shoving her aside with her foot. Denise hopped into Ronald’s lap, her breasts pushing her shirt further against Ronald’s face. She rubbed her little clit up against the the large meaty shaft, wetting it with her juice.

Ronald, his face hidden by a dark green denim blouse, started to slowly smile. He couldn’t exactly see through the shirt, but he could tell that all of the girls were lusting after him. He felt like a king of a harem! And not just any harem, the harem of all of the popular girls! And they were cheerleaders, they could wrangle some more girls!

He couldn’t see it, but he could defiantly feel some intense warmth enveloping his dick. It felt tight! Denise’s moans alerted him to the fact he was currently losing his virginity to the head cheerleader! She’s riding him pretty hard too, Ronald could feel two pieces of warm, bouncy flesh bracing against his face…her butt is in her face….

This is heaven. He hadn’t been dragged unconscious into the girl’s locker-room…he had been killed and had ascended into heaven!

Adding onto that theory is two girls grapping onto his arms, their naked chests rubbing against his skin and causing a earthquake of goosebumps to shake Ronald’s entire body. None of the girls even made a attempt to remove the shirt covering their mark’s face. The girls were just more interested in the massive-sized dick than in his personal looks.

Something we can all aspire to be.

Denise tugged on her own breasts real hard so the intense pain and pleasure rocking her lower half would be divided to her top. But no matter what she did, the mighty cock rocking her pussy was just too much for her to handle. Gasping hard, she had to climb off it in order to save what little womanhood she had left. Her vagina glowed red as soon as she pulled out and she too ended up falling to the floor right next to the recovering Priyanka, who had gotten onto her shaking hands.

His dick now free, Yoko quickly jumped on the dick and slammed down. “Fuck!” She clattered her teeth as the cock tore into her and bulged her. “I’ve had fucking dildos the size of beer mugs stuck in my pussy, but this shit is better!” She roared as she bounced up and down with little resistance, easily breaking into her womb and slamming it hard. “Ah fuck me, I need to kidnap this boy for myself…”

“Share!” April squirmed out as she got down onto her knees and suckled on Ronald’s balls. Ronald hopped up and down in his seat as the unusual sensation rocked his body. April picked up Ronald’s discomfort and gently bit on them. Ronald let out a little yelp as he actually started to break free of his linen bonds.

“Hold it, boy!” Yoko panted as she endured the pain and pressed onward, turning her insides into the shape of the cock. “You belong to us!”

Ronald’s reply is to once more cum. Yoko felt the twitching as she managed to get off it before the eruption, allowing each girl to receive a nice white bath. The girls went frantic to try and catch as much semen in their mouths as it showered down. Ronald’s voice became dull as he could feel his energy being sapped out of him as his sap covered the area.

Sweat covering his entire body, Ronald had to keep himself from fainting. Cumming twice in under five minutes as five girls took a intense interest in him…

…he would never marry, but he could have any girl he would ever want. The cheerleaders were just the icing on the cake…Denise would do his homework in exchange for a blowjob, Yoko would dress in whatever he wanted her to wear, April would agree to do whatever he wanted to whenever he wanted to, Priyanka practically moved in with him to fuck him all day at home, and Tina would get whatever girl he wanted.

Ronald didn’t quite understand how he landed in this life, but he wasn’t going to question it.

[El Heffe]

Frankie's Body by PervyLoverofMany

Frankie felt a bit weird. It felt like every part of her body is…itching to go and do something. She had no idea of what she wanted to do, but she felt that if she didn’t, she would fall apart at the seams.

"You okay?”" Draculaura asked with a tilt of her head. “You look…well, more pale than ever.”

Frankie’s response was a delayed grunt before turning towards Draculaura. “It’s these new parts.” She showed her hands to Draculaura. They looked a bit different from the rest of her body, along with the rest of her arms. “I’ve been asking Dad for a growth spurt, so he had been searching for the right parts and well…” Frankie looked down at her arms which started to twitch.

“Must be some sort of phantom pain?” Draculaura remarked.

“Yeah…” Frankie sighed. “Yeah.”

Her attempts to figure out what sort of feeling her new arms were missing didn’t lead to anything productive. No amount of tests and serums would give her any sort of clue as to what they wanted to do. No amount of internet browsing resulted in reaction to her new limbs…at least with the safe search on.

She had considered her father had gotten the new limbs from less-than-innocent sources. That made sense given her father’s rather strong reluctance to speak about it. Frankie hated to pry, so she had to keep on trying to do something…

Then a pipe called out to her.

Frankie never really paid attention to the pipe. Why would she? It’s just a random vertical pipe that runs through the whole house. It’s long. It’s thin. It’s a shaft. It would fit in the palm of her hand…

And she did so, her hand latching onto the slender pipe with a gentle yet firm grasp.

Her hand had gained a mind of her own, and rubbed up and down the length of the pipe. It felt natural; the hand glided on the pipe in a suggestive manner. Frankie gulped but continued to rub the pipe down as she felt a bit uncomfortable.

It took a great deal of effort, but Frankie did manage to get her new hand off the pipe. It disturbed her greatly what her hand was doing…but the hand didn’t quiver in fear. Rather, it quivered because she stopped. Frankie silently walked out of the room and went to go and lay down for a while, hoping that a quick nap will get her mind off perverted things…hopefully…

But as she slept, her hands secretly demanded more. It wouldn’t be satisfied, ever. The right hand crawled down her stomach and under her skirt and underwear. The hand graced against Frankie’s clit and gave it a nice and smooth rub. Frankie breathed out but remained asleep as her fingers danced in and out of her kitty. The fingers easily slipped in and out with extremely sensitive approach to ensure that Frankie would enjoy it without waking up. She dreamed of floating through a ocean the entire time.

The days following the ‘pipejob’ were incredibly weird for Frankie. Whenever she spotted something slim and slender, she had to physically take control of her hand to stop it from giving whatever the hand wanted to grab ahold a good rub-down. So she had to do something in private to keep herself from doing it in public…

So the pipe that became the first lucky customer to her new hand became a regular. When no-one else were around, she would latch her hand onto the pipe and give it a nice and big rubdown. Her hand would do it’s thing regardless of how Frankie felt about it. And the worst part…

…is that Frankie started to enjoy it.

With the time going by, Frankie’s new limbs started to adjust to her body and as such, the nerves started to reconnect to her brain…and the feeling started to feel warm and natural to her. The worry in her mind dissolved into enjoyment as she started to look forward to giving the pipe a nice and long handjob.

As the days went on, Frankie became more and more aware of what her new limbs wanted…sexual satisfaction. She still remained a virgin (Hopefully she would actually lose it normally instead of having it replaced with a ‘used’ one.) but know she just hit a puberty spike. She needed to try something…more…personal.

She licked her lips. Andy had just bent over to pick up his fallen spoon. Nice ass. Nice purple ass. Frankie almost jumped out of her seat and leapt onto that butt to give it a nice and big pinch. Her hands felt the same way as it started to grab a invisible ass in the air, which drew the attention of everyone at the table.

“Whatcha doing?” Draculaura asked, completely focused on the grabby hand.

“It looks sexual, whatever she is doing.” Cleo admitted before asking. “Boy on the mind?”

“Mm?” Frankie puckered her lips while staring off in the distance. It took Cleo snapping her fingers in her face for the Frankenstein to awaken from her delusions and face her friends with a snap of her neck. “Oh, sorry. Andy’s looking good today, that’s all!”

“That’s all, huh?” Draculaura tilted her head with a curious smirk. “Looks more…interesting.”

“Interesting?!” A shocked Frankie panicked. “I’m not interesting! I’m the least interesting thing around. I’m a pebble next to a monument! Gottogobyegirls!” She hopped out of her seat and lurched away while leaving behind her bag and unfinished lunch. Her friends shared a long and very confused look before resuming their lunch break.

A very weird and very direct thought shot into Frankie’s mind; one that came around when the thought of groping Andy’s ass mixed with the horrifying reality of being labeled as a pervert by her friends put Frankie in a weird mood. A very horny mood. One that required a immediate solution or she would explode.

(And knowing her, that could be possible)

She slammed straight through girl’s restroom door and right into the nearest available stall, locking it and practically throwing herself down onto the toilet seat. She let down her skirt and underwear and immediately dug two fingers into her already wet vagina and dug for gold. Her fingers swam around in the glistening sea of her juices as it ran down her leg and into the toilet bowl.

Frankie’s tongue flapped out of her mouth as she dug in a third finger. And still, she felt she needed to jam in a entire hand! Frankie couldn’t tell if someone else was inside the restroom, so she decided to keep her moans as quiet as possible. But it started to become incredibly hard, much like her nipples. She moved a hand up to her left breast and pinched down on erect nipple poking out. Frankie twisted her nipple around, like a wrench to a bolt.

Bliss.

Nothing but bliss. Frankie thought she would end up hating masturbating. It’s common, only losers and depressing people play with themselves. But instead of self-loathing, she felt nothing but intense pleasure. Like biting into juiciest piece of watermelon on a brutally warm day of summer. Frankie bit down hard on her bottom lip as she could feel…’something’ coming…

Letting out a long and heavenly moan, Frankie unleashed a powerful shower of female juice all over the stall. Frankie could feel her brain almost to snap off the stem and float aimlessly in her head. Her eyes were about to roll out of her head. Her tongue started to loosen up and fall out into the toilet bowl.

And she wanted to do it all again.

Frankie started to make that a habit. “Got to go girls!” She would call out to her friends before running off to the nearest private location (Be it a restroom, empty classroom, shower in the lockerroom…) and give herself a private one-woman show. “Fudge yeah!” She would cry out whenever she came.

The only downside to having a serial masturbating affixation is the desire to go out and do more. The pipe started to show skid marks from her repeated thrusts. Any more, and she would either need to go on a comedic journey to find a replacement pipe (Which would most likely end in utter failure as her father would be able to see the difference immediately.)…or get the real deal.

Andy. It had to be Andy. No one else could come close.

Frankie had to gather a good ton of courage to even get close to Andy. She would need even more if she wanted to ask him the big question.

“Hey Andy, do you wanna fuck?” Frankie blurted out one day while the two were alone cleaning up after a potion explosion. Andy recoiled like he had been shot out of cannon going mach ten. He almost fell onto his ass! “Sorry.” Frankie apologized within a second of asking the question.

“Uh huh.” Andy replied back with a snap of his tongue. “Look, I’m not against it…”

“Okay.” Frankie huffed and puffed. This had been sorta of her plan, but she never expected it to work. “So, you want to start, or…”

Andy, in a flurry (Or should I say furry) removed all of this clothes in a single motion. Frankie’s eyes almost bugged out of her head as she spotted the large and definitely in-charge monsterhood. She almost forgot how to move her body as her eyes got locked onto the giant cock. Andy shyly turned away and nearly covered his crotch with his leg.

But regardless of how imposing the challenge appeared to her in her mind, Frankie’s hands had a different idea of how to tackle the challenge. In this case, rip off her clothes and get down on her back on the floor. “My hands have a mind of their own.” She explained with a weak chuckle.

Andy started to pant like a dog as he got down on all fours and crawled up to Frankie, his dick dragging a bit behind him. He placed his hands right on top of her mammeries and rolled them around. “You are a beast in bed!” Frankie complemented. Andy didn’t respond and got his tongue around a areola and licked around the nipple. Despite her body being a medley of various other body parts, Frankie could feel the wet nature of the tongue and let out a moan.

He reached up and put a knee up against her vagina, rubbing against it gently. Andy moved his head up to plant a series of kisses up her neck, nuzzling his goatee against her chin. Frankie giggled at the feeling of the brisk hairs rubbing against her.

Once again, those darn hands had a mind of their own. Reaching down, they tickled the head of the monsterhood, trying to grab it and give it something unforgettable. Feeling the fingertips on his pride, Andy crawled up further, locking his lips against hers. With the space a bit closer, Frankie’s dominant hands took ahold of Andy’s cock, giving it a nice good squeeze. Andy started to shotgun out moans from the intense feeling he was getting.

“Let me…” Frankie groaned out in the deep kiss. Andy pulled out so she could say, “Let me suck it.” Andy grunted, but shifted to sitting on his ass to let his giant monsterhood stand tall. Frankie nervously put her hand onto the meaty member and gave it a feel. She could feel it throbbing with heat…and her hand liked that sensation. So much so, that it took control and started to vigorously rub the monsterhood up and down in a fast and through motion.

“Wow, are you sure…?” Andy asked, but a stern look from Frankie kept him quiet. Frankie pawed with the cock, flopping it back and forth. Andy sniffed but held strong as Frankie actually gave the cock a little smack. “Okay…”

Frankie giggled…she started to enjoy herself! Maybe the hands did have a mind of their own. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue right onto the meaty member, lashing at it and ‘causing saliva to run down it. Frankie’s mouth lacked the experience that her hands did, but she figured it wouldn’t be that hard.

And then she ended up jabbing a molar into Andy’s cock.

After profusely apologizing, Frankie continued as normal. She started back at the beginning; licking it down. After the cock glistened from all the layer of saliva covering it, Frankie once more got her mouth around it, closing down and avoiding biting down or having a tooth go anywhere near the meaty popsicle.

She treated it like a popsicle, licking it down while sucking down her throat. Andy groaned and moaned as for the first time (Not counting the alone times) his manhood got treated like a manhood! Seeing Frankie’s head bob up and down with a good view of her naked backside also bouncing excited Andy something fierce.

“Pww ita mwah.” Frankie got out with cock stuffed in her mouth.

“Huh?” Andy asked without looking down.

“Put it…” Frankie gasped as she got off the cock. “In me.” Frankie rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart, revealing a surprisingly well-shaped and intact vagina. “Shove it in! Stick that fucking cock into me and churn me up!”

Where did those words come from? Frankie felt frantic, but it felt so good! Made her feel like a woman! And Andy felt like a real man, seeing how he laid himself right on top of Frankie and pressed his cock right inside of her with no teasing or delays. Frankie’s eyes went wider than ever before as the entire girth of Andy slammed into her. “Oh fuck yes!” She screamed.

“You like that?” Andy asked in a more forceful tone, befitting his nature as of a beast.

“Yes, fuck me more!” Frankie begged as Andy slammed against her as hard as he could muster without breaking her; but his thrusts against her started to bruise her. But that feeling of light pain only further excited her. “More!” She slobbered out as Andy’s pumps started to slow down.

“I’m cumming!” Andy roared before quickly pulling out and spraying Frankie down all over her body. When the semen landed on her new hands, they twitched. Twitched in a unusual way. Ones that sent a powerful feeling up to her brain…ones that started to take over her mind.

Andy groaned and nearly fell over, tired of the pounding. Frankie giggled and gave him a good push, with him landing on his back. Frankie very loosely grabbed her clothes and lazily laid them over her body before prancing out of the classroom, heading off to parts unknown naked.

She wanted MORE.

But not right now. She felt tired.

Once she and Andy recovered, Frankie managed to say, “That…was…fun!” She hollered before leaping onto her feet. “Why don’t people do this as often?”

“Because….” Andy wheezed, puckered out from his first time. “It’s very tiring, very time-consuming…and I guess…not everyone has the same level of stamina…” He stumbled around his words before correcting himself with: “…not everyone can last long…”

“I need to find out!” Frankie held up a finger into the air. “I’m going to throw a party and find out! It’s an experiment!” She then proceeded out of the classroom…before ducking back inside to grab her clothes. She felt free and fancy, but she still need dignity.

It took some shrewd negotiations with her father (Coming down to doing all chores for the entire household for a entire three months) and a few of her friends, but the secret sex party went underway. It’s so secret, that over half of the party-goers don’t even know the true purpose of the party!

Frankie had put on a nice lavender halter dress for the occasion, but she didn’t plan on keeping it on for long. She went through the crowd and picked out a few big and strong guys that she liked in the crowd. Some of them figured what’s going on but a few looked to be pleasantly surprised.

Which made their cheers and laughter once she lets the dress fall down to the floor all that more exciting for Frankie.

“Let’s try this!” She declared as she got down on her knees. Both of her hands landed squarely on top of two dicks standing tall to attention. She quickly started to rub them down with fast rapid motions, as a line started to form behind them.

The boys who wanted something more than a blowjob started to group around her, taking off their shirts and opening up their pants to let their dicks hang out. A werewolf crawled under her and lifted her onto his hips, with his strong cock sticking in-between her thighs. Frankie giggled and motioned her thighs the best she could.

Frankie hopped up and maneuvered herself over to place herself right over the cock. With a deep breath, Frankie plunged down hard, the cock going all the way into her womb. She let out a little happy scream as her brain shook from the carnal delight shooting through her. She bounced hard up and down on the werewolf, to which the lucky guy let out a happy howl.

Two more dicks came up to her, each asking to share room in her mouth. Frankie had to let go of a few dicks so she could open her mouth wide enough to stuff in the meat. The hollers and cheers of the men further excited Frankie to suckle on the various cocks that came near her. Some of them started to spew already, with Frankie closing her eyes to avoid it going into her eyes.

With a werewolf and a vampire tag-teaming her; the werewolf holding her up in the air and pounding her butt while the vampire pounded her face. Frankie felt the need for more! After she takes a break of course. She can’t go too crazy and turn into one of those tragic story pornstars.

She just needs to have more parties like this in the future. Maybe invite some of her friends?

[El Heffe]

Cuckfail by PervyLoverofMany

Gloria never could believe that marrying the star quarterback of a professional football team could lead to such a boring life.

Todd seemed to have no interest in her, no matter what she did or wear. She could cook a five-course five-star meal and he would remark that it ‘tastes good.’ She could spend a afternoon cleaning up and getting pretty in a small pair of lingerie that hid very little, and the emotion he would convey would be the same if he found a secret decoder ring in his cereal box. In fact, if she insulted him straight to his face, Todd would pass it up.

“Oh my!” Gloria gasped with fake air. “I dropped my pencil.” She bent over in her mini-skirt, pushing her ass out towards Todd in his usual reading chair.

“Hopefully the lead didn’t break.” Todd commented, paying attention to the ass but(t) not actually feeling anything.

“Oh shoot!” Gloria snapped her fingers. “My bra doesn’t fit me as well.” She turned around nearly smacked her husband in the face with her cup D breasts. “Could you help me put this on ~” She held her breasts suggestively.

“Sure!” Todd merely replied as he held up the breasts in a non-suggestive manner and helped her get on her old bra. “Come on, we’re going shopping anyway, so let’s you plenty of good bras.”

“Oh dear.” Gloria clicked her tongue as she looked down at the eggs she pulled out of the fridge. “My eggs are frozen.”

“We should make sure we don’t leave them in the freezer.” Todd commented as he planted a parent-like kiss on Gloria’s cheek.

Gloria expected so much more out of this. She remembered the day she asked Todd and he said yes…or rather, he immediately said yes. He kept the same face when he said ‘yes’ when he said ‘I do.’ The action in bed is nothing more than touching, feeling, a little bit of fucking, and a few words of ‘I love it’ and finally going to bed.

So of course, Gloria sought out more fun. Not that she needed to hide much, Todd didn’t seem to notice if Glora is in the house or not. Gloria went to the more dangerous parts of town, the places that kids are told to avoid their entire lives. Places where garbage is strewn all about like a bad piece of dada art, half-naked people roamed about seeking comfort with a partner, buildings threatened to fall over if it someone sneezed on them…a place where a lonely woman could lose herself if she lets her loose.

Which, of course, is what Gloria wanted to do. Not the whole ‘drug-and-fuck’ thing, but finding a big black guy to make Todd jealous. The bigger the black guy, the bigger the cock, right? Gloria got to inspect a few of the packages before picking out the best one.

The guy’s name is Matt, and he had a dick eight inches long! That’s twice as long as Todd’s! Gloria had already got a taste of the dark meat: a bit grungy as he practices basketball for hours on end and often forgets to shower, but Gloria had found the smegma to taste pretty good as she sucked his dick every day for three weeks. And Todd never figured that Gloria leaving her home office job is a bit suspicious…

And for the moment of truth! Gloria decided if Todd isn’t going to figure anything out, then Gloria will take the truth home with her!

Matt felt a bit off-put about that. Sure, getting a blow-job from a married woman every day is okay in his book, but going to try and cuckolding the very husband he was helping the wife cheat on in their very house? That’s too far out of left field! Still, she offered good money, and Gloria did promise some pussy play…

“I’m home dear!” Gloria called out.

“Welcome back!” Todd called back in his usual tone of voice. He got up out of his usual reading chair in the living room, walked to the front door and got greeted by a unusual sight: a big black basketball player with his long arm draped over Todd’s beautiful wife’s shoulder, who dressed up like a prostitute; mini-skirt with fishnet stockings and a golden vest covering her breasts. “Oh, a friend?” Todd asked.

“Yeah, a very special friend.” Gloria clicked her tongue and rolled out her tongue at her husband. “He’s my lover!” She giggled as she leaned up to place a kiss on Matt’s cheek. Matt let out a low and rather emotionless laugh. Gloria took Matt by the hand and lead him into the kitchen, which she deemed to be the sexiest place in the house. She walked towards the table while taking off her thong. Gloria tossed her thong aside as she laid down on the table, flaunting her naked ass out.

“C’mon Matt!” Gloria ordered as she grabbed onto her buttocks and pulled them to reveal her already-wet womanhood. “Plunge your big black cock into my pussy and go fucking crazy!” Matt audibly gulped as he looked over to Todd…who looked slightly interested. Matt didn’t like to perform with a crowd, but seeing the large white bubbly ass, his manhood didn’t care much for the audience and rose to the occasion. Todd opened his mouth to silently let out a ‘oh’ but his usual look of apathy remained strong.

Gloria slapped her ass with a resounding and hearty smack, causing it to bounce. “Stop waiting around you bitch!” Gloria demanded. Matt looked between her and Todd, trying to make a ‘fight’ or a ‘flight’ solution. Choosing to fight, he landed his hands on Gloria’s ass and plunged his thick manhood deep into her pussy. “Oh fuck yeah!” Gloria shouted out.

“Glad you’re having fun, dear.” Todd patted her on the head like how a parent would to a child that won first place in an art contest.

Matt couldn’t help but feel incredibly confused about what just happened. Gloria snapped at him, so Matt took a deep breath before plunging inside of Gloria, expanding her vaginal canal so it could fit in. “Oh fuck yeah…” Gloria drooled out as she balled her hands up as her body tighten up.

Matt took a second before getting hips going to pound Gloria. Gloria let out a little moan every time Matt’s hips hit against her buttocks. “Fuck yeah!” Gloria loudly declared, banging her hand against the table. “C’mon, Todd!” She called out to her husband in a gravely voice. “Why don’t you join in?”

“I’m good.” Todd shrugged…and turned around…and went back to the living room. Not even an ounce of concern in him that his own wife was actively cheating on him in their own house. In fact, he treated the whole thing like it was just a usual Tuesday afternoon.

“Fucking hell.” Gloria swore under her breath. Matt slowed down, trying to process how insane this white family truly is. “Hey!” Gloria snapped at Matt, weakly slapping him from her angle. “Don’t stop! Go for my anus!”

“Your ass?” Matt shrugged. ”I ain’t…”

“You’re getting paid to fuck me, so follow my fucking orders!” Gloria bellowed. She stuck a finger into her mouth, wet it, and then stuck it into her butthole, making some easy lube and opening it a bit. “Stick it in, you bitch.” She hissed at Matt. Matt went from the other guy started to be like a third wheel, but he did agree to the request, taking only a moment to line up a shot to the anus.

With one quick thrust, he went right into her anal cavity, causing her stomach to deform. Gloria had to flip onto her back so she could be somewhat comfortable. As she never had much experience with anal, Gloria groaned more than she moaned and Matt had to grunt has he had to push with a great deal of strength to get through the tight corridor.

“He’s ripping my butt apart!” Gloria shouted over to Todd. “You never did my ass, Todd!”

“Well, I’m not into that, but if he likes it…I’m cool!” Todd called out. Todd sounded a bit different, but it was hard to tell what emotion he’s conveying…if he’s conveying any emotion besides apathy.

“This nigger cock is fucking me up!” Gloria went into full bitch mode. “I’m never going to be fucking you ever again! Spend the rest of our married life wanking on your own! I’m never touching your tiny, baby’s cock ever again!”

Todd didn’t reply. Did he not have something to say? Did Gloria finally get a rise out of him? Did she say something for once that could actually get him to be concered.

“I need to refill my glass.” He chuckled as he tilted to the side said empty glass. He calmly walked over to the fridge, opened the right-hand door halfway, yanked out the carton of orange juice, filled up his glass, and walked out of the kitchen that had his wife being fucked by a complete stranger on the table they had breakfast on each and every day.

“This place is fucking bananas.” Matt commented on the obvious. “I’m out lady, it ain’t worth it…”

“You fucking black trash!” Gloria shrilled. “Get back to my pussy, and fucking wreck that shit!” She spanked herself a few times to try and get Matt to look at her. “I’ll call in the Bustas to gang-rape me if you don’t fuck me yourself, you piece of shit!”

Matt really couldn’t perform under this sort of pressure. Plus, he thought that this crazy ho could handle the Bustas, if not outright beat them. He groaned in disgust of her and walked out of the house, to never again have casual sex with anyone. He’s getting himself a girlfriend and making his own family; one where the wife isn’t a crazy bitch that looks to cuck their husband.

Gloria had the number of a Busta member for some time now, having gotten it originally in this exact event. Within ten minutes, a gang of five guys walked into the house carrying carriers of beer, ziplock bags of weed, and a shoebox of joints. They quickly crowded around Gloria, removed any article of clothing still attached to her body and threw her onto the table to be gang-banged.

Which Gloria loved. The amount of black, smelly dicks in her face and stuffed into her pussy and anus easily over-powered her to the point where she could barely get out a human-sounding noise. She looked like a fucked-up chicken rotisserie and smelled like a male’s locker room after a gay orgy porno.

“Look at me.” Gloria breathed out, burping up a mound of semen. She looked over to Todd, making some toast while not really paying attention to the orgy going around him with his own wife. “I’m a whore for black nigger dicks.” She giggled as she played with some cum on her body. “I’m not going to ever touch you…or even look at you. Todd, I’m going to divorce you and become a cheap bitch for the Bustas…”

“Well, if it makes you feel happy and you enjoy being like that, who am I to complain?” Todd merely replied as he buttered some toast, high-fived one of the bustas, and then walked out to continue reading the paper.

And this would become their family tradition for a short while. Gloria would invite entire gangs to come and fuck her up all in the hopes of finally getting Todd to react. But Tood would once more not react to anything that Gloria would do: she would be doggy-styled in the living room and the only thing out of Todd would be for her to stop blocking the TV, she could be split-roasted by two gangbangers in the shower and Todd would merely wait his turn to shower, and even when she had a entire gangbang in their own bed, the very same bed the two slept in on their wedding night, and what did Todd have to say?

“We can share.”

In the end, Gloria became asexual. She had no need for sex now as it was no longer fun…

[El Heffe]

Ester - Tangled Up by NidoranDuran

Ben had a pretty good idea by now of what Ester wanted when she called him and asked him to come over, let himself in, and head right to her bedroom. There was no mystery to it all, really; he knew by now what alien girls wanted, and rather than worrying about that he just happily headed off to her house. Of all the hot alien girls who could have been after him Ester was certainly a great catch, a gorgeous half Kraaho, half human girl whose body had certainly drawn his eyes more than a few times. How could he not give in to the urges that ruled him and dragged him in tighter? If she was going to invite him over to fuck then he really couldn’t do anything but indulge in it now.
True to her word, he found Ester in her bedroom, laid out naked with her hands all over her body, whines rising up hotly as she squirmed in place on the bed, touching herself without pause or hesitation, a writhing mess happily calling out Ben’s name in anticipation for his arrival. “You’re here!” she gasped as he walked in, not bothering to hide her nakedness or that she was touching herself, as one of her arms reached out across the room, her elastic limbs making it no trouble at all to grab at his pants and start to get them off of him. “But you’re overdressed, Ben. We’ll have to fix that before you come over here.”
Seeing the slender alien girl naked in all of her pink skinned glory and caressing herself was a pretty natural way to get Ben’s cock rising before she even dove for his touch. “You look great, Ester,” he replied, smiling as she began to get his pants off. The swell of his erection starting to rise made it a bit troublesome to get them all the way down, and he watched as the hand still between Ester’s legs began to caress faster along her folds as she watched the bulge rise. He couldn’t hold back the urge to ask, “Are you liking what you see?”
A quick motion tugged down his pants, then another for his underwear, and as the rigid cock swung upward Ester cried out, “It’s so big!” with a desperate kind of excitement, reaching quickly for his dick and starting to jerk him off. “I can’t believe it. Is that ten inches? Fuck, Ben, why didn’t you let me know you were so well endowed?” She whined harder, writhing and bucking against her fingers as she stroked his cock, fixated on him with an almost obsessive stare, driven by a need and hunger that she was all too happy to embrace, withing hotter and needier as she watched him.
The two were left across the room from one another, distant and yet so intimately connected as he stood there, thrusting slowly forward with low groans as he began to thrust into the grip of her hand around his cock, seeking to meet her motions and give back a little bit. His eyes could not stay off of her as she fingerfucked herself with a growing fire, whining hot and high amid the writhing of her body. In turn, Ester was licking her lips as her eyes remained fixated on his cock, which throbbed in her needy grasp as she gave him the firmest, fastest stroking she could, wound up by just how turned on the mere sight of his cock was getting her. It was an unconventional kind of closeness for the two of them to enjoy, and Ben had never received a handjob from across the room before, but the space made it a delight to be able to watch as Ester worked herself over so fervidly; like watching each other masturbate but with little for him to have to do in the process. It was a bit weird, but Ben welcomed it eagerly.
Ester continued her writhing on the bed, continued her steady and eager caressing as she tried to tug him in closer. “Get over here,” she whined. “When you cum, I don’t want you to waste it on the floor. Get over here and show me that big cock up close.” She was excited by the prospect of having him in there with her, having him right up close as she reached her peak, almost caring more about his proximity at the moment she lost herself than she did about him actually blowing his load somewhere or not. It was all about satisfaction now for Ester as she found herself jilling off harder and faster now that she had Ben here and knew just what she was dealing with.
Ben climbed onto the bed, pulled in by the steady shortening of Ester’s arm. He was intrigued by what he saw, and by the way she had laid such an obvious, pleading offer for him, not even bothering to seduce or trap him as she just let him come to her and find her like this. It was direct, but at the same time the sight of her naked body on the bed and the way she writhed in excitement made up for it with the raw sultriness of her actions and the way her naked body squirmed for him. His hands reached down to caress her legs as he remained perched eagerly over her, delighted by the sight of her moving with such earnest hunger. “Scream my name,” he said firmly.
“Ben!” she whined, biting her lip as her shoulders rose up. Her all-out, desperate fingerfucking continued, made better now by his steady touch upon her legs, was starting to take its incredible toll on Ester. She craved this more than she reasonably should, a vocal and writhing mess giving herself up completely to the sensations tearing their way through her. “Ben! Ben, I love you! Ben!” She kept yelling his name, not even because he told her to, but because all the raw, burning sensations whipping up a madness inside of her screamed for it, desperate to completely give in to the sensations taking her. It was too much for Ester to bear, and her hips bucked upward with a needy swell of pleasure, one final burst of excitement, one that had her howling in elation as she was brought to the very edge by all the pleasures coursing through her.
The rapid jerking of his cock had Ben close to the edge too, staring down at the sway of her hips and the way that Ester was consumed by her own lust, letting her infectious, feverish excitement drag him down in turn until it was all too much to handle, and he was losing control too. With a loud moan, Ben came as he knelt between Ester’s legs, and one thing that Ester could not have imagined was just how much he would cum as he gave in to it all. With a powerful throb of his cock, he let loose a massive rush of thick, sticky spunk that gushed forward from his twitching cock head, spraying down onto Ester’s writhing body as she lay there gasping in shock at the suddenness of it all, treated to a big, gooey coating all over her. She twisted and whimpered, biting her lip as it streaked up along her lean torso, up her small but perky tits, and even splashed up to her chin.
“Fuck,” she whined, falling a bit limp then as she felt the excitement take her. “Nngh, Ben, you’re… S-so virile. It’s amazing.” She bit her lip, eyes watching him hungrily. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”
Ben responded by leaning forward and grabbing the panting girl and dragging her up into a seated position. He turned her around quickly and with his grip on both arms, he began to tangle up her stretchy limbs into a bow behind her back, wrangling her wrists into being their own bindings with a steady and greedy means of locking her into place, making her gasp and shiver as the feelings took her. “I’m not going to be done with you for a while,” Ben promised, tugging her head back and stealing a kiss from behind, one that made Ester just absolutely melt into his touch, dizzy and elated by the senseless excitement bubbling through her. “Pull out of it.”
Ester whimpered, doing as she was told and trying to unthread the tangled mess her limbs had become, but she couldn’t. There was nothing she could do but wriggle there in agony and frustration, a desperate mess unable to hold herself together. “I can’t,” she said, and that earned her a quick spinning around to once more face Ben, and she didn’t need to think too much about what was about to happen as Ben rose up and grabbed her hair, his cock swatting against her cheek a bit as he rose. It was obvious to Ester was was happening next as she sat there tied up with her own body. It was one of the more embarrassing positions she’d been in, but also one of the most exciting. “I’m at your mercy now, Ben.”
Ben really had no intention of hurting Ester or being rougher with her than he thought she could handle. That wasn’t his style. But even still, as his hands tightened into her hair, nothing in Ben could hold back the excited urge to snicker, “What mercy?” as one hard thrust slammed his cock right down Ester’s throat. Ten inches of throbbing, fat human dick made Ester gag loudly, and she knew it was only the beginning as he started to draw his hips back. He had Ester completely helpless now, tied up and subject to whatever whims ruled him, and he had little intention of being decent about it, figuring Ester could not only handle him at his fiercest, but also relish in it. Steady thrusts back and forth worked up a pace that was starting pretty harshly and sure to only get worse.
As she felt the big dick fill up her throat and choke her out, Ester quivered with dual panic and elation, loving the fact that this was happening and the raw potential of being facefucked by Ben, a prospect amazing even before she found out his cock was perfect, and now that she knew it was, she was in paradise, eagerly shoving forward and greedily slurping his shaft down, a noisy and aggressive wreck happily letting her throat get pounded. Helplessness felt good in ways it definitely should not have, leaving her hopeless and completely subject to whatever whims and ideas that Ben wanted to subject her to. It was all so fast, so sudden, so intensely satisfying, and the more she felt of the heart pounding thrills, the more she craved the relief and indulgence that overwhelmed her. She was aflame with desire, excited to see where this went and what he would do to her, and that alone was amazing enough to keep her hooked.
Showing as much confidence as a man could have in his own abilities, Ben showed no mercy to Ester as he facefucked her, holding on tight to her hair and letting his roughness and aggression speak for themselves, showing off a deep and desperate hunger that seemed to only flare up hotter and harder with each shove forward, embedding his cock down the snug throat spasming around his shaft. He had Ester right where he wanted her, and he was unapologetic about the roughness he showed her pretty face. Even as she began to drool and shudder amid the trickle of spit down her chin, Ben showed a very careless and rough disregard for anything as he continued to just let the pleasure follow hotter and harder by the second. He was riding high on something he couldn’t deny, a groaning mess slamming forward and losing himself in the crazed delirium of facefucking Ester raw. He was unable to hold back his excitement, wearing the delight plain across his face as he worked tirelessly to use and violate Ester as hard as he possibly could.
Drooling all over herself wasn’t the best of looks for Ester, but that wasn’t going to be enough to stop her. Not that stopping was much of an option given where she was and that Ben had her utterly helpless against whatever he damn well pleased. Her throat spasmed around the thick cock forcing its way down with the deep, harsh strokes she felt so helpless against. Being tied up by her own body was starting to feel a bit more like panic and worry for Ester than like arousal and hunger. The way his cock plugged her breathing up was still exciting, but her head tingled with lust as much as with the sensation that something was wrong, and that confusion in turn helped keep Ester squirming in budding, swelling panic against his touch.
A touch that didn’t stop. Ben wasn’t letting up his ferocious facefucking at all, his balls smacking loudly against her chin and all the drool there, his unending push forward only getting worse as he raced faster and harder toward his orgasm. The pleasure of Ester’s throat spasming around his cock in frustrated struggle was amazing, but even better still was knowing that he had completely under his control, that she was helpless against him and against everything he wanted to do to her. It was cruel, it was forward, it was a little frenzied and messy and insane, but he felt like he was having too much fun to ever want to stop now, racing harder and harsher forward, unable to get enough. Every choking sound that Ester made, every struggling squirm, was simply another lure in deeper for Ben as he continued to savour her with an aggression that knew no end, a heart-pounding rush of excitement that he simply could not let go of. Everything he did was a motion to seek more, to give her the absolute worst he could muster, and nothing was going to stop him from getting everything he wanted from her now.
Ester did probably deserve it pretty hard given that she had invited Ben over with the intention of subjecting herself to however he wanted to fuck her, but she had no idea that it was going to be so intense, so incredible, and she was absolutely throttled by the insanity of it all. It was so much happening so quickly that she couldn’t process it all. It was all so much, so sudden, so intense, and Ester felt herself overwhelmed by the way that Ben simply did not slow himself down. Her head spun, and the unrelenting choking noises rose up hotter still, too hot to bear, too much to handle. She was desperately clinging to what she could and hoping that he finished up before she blacked out.
Fortunately for Ester, she didn’t have to wait much longer. “Fuck!” Ben yelled amid all his groaning and grunting, and a shudder of excited relief crept through Ester as she felt the relief come. Ben pulled back from her throat, letting her suck down a desperate breath as drool spilled from her lips, and amid her dizziness and confusion she felt the warmth splashing onto her face. Her vision spun too much for her to even notice that he was cumming until she felt it, until his cum landed against her soft features. It was hot and gooey, and the way it began to trickle down her face made her whine. At least, she whined once her breath returned to her, the shivering alien girl staring up at Ben with a pleading, needy glare.
“Yes?” Ben asked. He knew that look by now, but he didn’t want to just say it. That was too easy, too obvious; he wanted to hear Ester say it, wanted her to quiver and whine and give him precisely what he wanted. The control he held over Ester was far too sweet to want to part with so easily.
Ester knew it too. It made her thighs tighten together, embarrassment swelling up within her as she felt the pressure hot upon her to say it, to have to say it. But what else could she do while tied up and defenseless? Anything she wanted, she’d need Ben to give her, and if he wanted her to work for it, then she really didn’t have any choice in the matter, did she? With a pathetic whine, Ester looked up at Ben, staring into his eyes and conceding to him. “I need you to fuck me.”
It was exactly what Ben had been waiting to hear and he responded with eagerness, shoving her down onto her back as he dropped to his knees and forced her legs apart. His cock rested against her slit, and plenty past it too given the sheer size he was working with. “I just finished fucking you,” he retorted, his smile widening harder as he studied the way she writhed in the tangle of her own stretchy arms used against her. He could really feel now, with his cock rubbing against her desperate twat, how wet she was for more of his touch. He could think of no better compliment than her bare desperation.
“:I need you to fuck my pussy!” she screamed. Ester was past the point of being able to hold any sort of decency or pride as a reason why she shouldn’t just give in. No, she needed Ben’s cock and nothing was going to be able to stop her now, as she let herself become consumed by fervid, desperate need. All she needed lay within his hands and nothing short of him buried inside of her was going to be good enough. “Please, Ben, stick, that huge cock deep inside of me and fuck me raw, I swear, I’ll do anything!”
“You already did,” Ben said with a smile, and happily drew his hips sharply back before he thrust forward, pushing his dick into her a little bit and then rocking back out, his next thrust pushing a bit deeper in still. He was steady and almost mechanical in how he moved, shifting forward and driving cock deeper and deeper into Ester’s cunt with each push. Moans rose up high and hot in response as Ester felt the fullness, felt the heat. His cock was stretching her out a bit as it filled her up, his incredible size treating her to an experience like she had never felt before, and it made her want to reach out for him, to wrap her arms around him and clutch him in close, but she remained helplessly bound and left to just ache and want.
But she was at least getting what she wanted now, and as Ben thrust deeper and further into Ester she felt the bubbling pleasures swell hotter inside of her, moans getting more vocal and shaky as she stared up at him with a needy, quivering sense of pure lust throbbing its way through her. All that Ester had wanted was Ben, and now she was getting more of him than she thought she ever could, and there was no second of ungratefulness in the cries and whines she that followed so hotly. She writhed beneath him with glee, ecstatic and welcoming the madness as it bore down upon her. “Deeper. Fuck me, Ben. O-own me!”
Ben groaned as he abandoned his patience and just slammed forward, burying the last third of his cock with one brutal stroke as he slammed forward, hands settling onto the bed for balance as his hips drew sharply back and he began to fuck Ester as hard as he could, moaning hard as he slammed down into her tight pussy with each harsh thrust. There was no getting used to the tightness and heat of a pussy that was just desperate for his cock, as his impressive size made every woman a snug fit, but he was happy to know something this good was almost impossible to ever get complacent about, as he hammered into her with increasing fervor and steadily more and more reckless abandon. “You wanted this,” he said, smirking wide as he stared down at her. “Just remember that.”
“I know, and I love it!” Ester screamed, bucking her hips forward to try and meet Ben’s thrusts, and she worried she was getting too loud, getting too into this all. Everything she did was a brazen and desperate sign of the growing need inside of her, of the frustrations boiling over inside of Ester as she finally felt him fucking her. She’d been too long without this, needed it too much to handle, and now that she was finally on the receiving end of a good, hard fucking, she was ecstatic, ready to give herself up completely to the pleasure as hot and blinding as she could have ever imagined pleasure being. “Your cock is so much bigger than I always imagined it when I thought about it fucking me!”
The confession brought a smirk to Ben’s mouth, but Ester didn’t care what she said anymore; as far as she was concerned the fact that Ben was balls deep in her pussy meant that it had all worked out, and what was there to be embarrassed about in admitting to the guy fucking her that she fantasized about him? She wanted him to know now just how bad she wanted him, how much every part of her ached for his touch and his indulgence. The time for any shred of coyness was long gone now, and in its place Ester brought unrelenting, lust-driven sincerity, shamelessly giving herself up to Ben as much as she could in her eager bit to show him her love for him, the sheer depths of hunger for him that had guided her to do all of this in the first place.
Ben wasn’t sure any single alien girl had been full of such unrelenting thirst as Ester had, and he didn’t mind that in the least as he pounded forward and stuffed her pussy, made her scream on his cock like it was all he could do in life. It was nice to be wanted, and oh how Ester wanted him. As long as she was so happy to give in like she was, what reason did he have to complain about any of this? It was better just to keep thrusting forward, enjoying the tight alien twat around his cock as he raced closer and closer toward orgasm, knowing that he was close, that only a few more thrusts would do it for him and that he would be able to give Ester the gooey treat she craved.
But he didn’t expect Ester to beat him to the punch, screaming his name again at the height of her orgasm like it was the only thing she knew how to say, writhing and thrashing about on the bed and against her bindings, lost to the pleasure racing up suddenly through her. She came with needy squeals of delight and an overall sense of pure exhilarating that crept through her to her very core. Everything that Ester felt was the purest, most intense form of pleasure she could have ever imagined, and she was unrepentant about surrendering utterly to the sheer depths of satisfaction she felt.
Ben was all too happy to follow, slamming down into her cunt one last time, burying himself balls deep inside of her and letting out a low, harsh groan as his cock twitched and erupted with a hot flood of gooey, creamy spunk deep into her needy pussy. “That feels so good!” he gasped at the feeling of her inner walls greedily milking his cock, and everything came together so perfectly for him that he didn’t know how to deal with it, except to grope at her body some more and enjoy himself thoroughly in the process.
As she let out her exhausted whines and came to a panting, squirmy stop, Ester felt relief come over her. “Nngh, that was amazing, Ben. I didn’t think it was possible for me to like you more, but, f-f-fuck! You’re a stud.” She bit her lip, smiling up at him as her face began to almost glow from the radiance of her smile, her very core burning now with deep, abiding affection toward him. “But… Could you maybe untie me now that you’re done?”
A moment of silence made Ester shudder in worry. Ben had been hoping she’d say that, as he snapped into action very suddenly, rolling her onto her back and shoving his fat cock head right up against her puckered back entrance. “Who said I was done?

[El Heffe]

Gloryhole Draculaura by PervyLoverofMany

Being a ‘vegan’ vampire had a plethora of problems. Vampires required blood to keep their undead souls bound to their dead bodies and only few have found an alternate to blood…and the ones who did survive usually were already super strong to begin with.

Draculaura didn’t have the same willpower as high class vampires. She’s still very much young (In comparison) and lacks the strength to last long without the need of blood. The supplements could only take her so far. Going day-to-day having to resist attacking some random stranger for their red juices became a serious issue for Draculaura.

“I need something.” She muttered to herself one day, while hiding out in the restroom. “Something stronger than fruit, but It’s not blood. She tapped a pencil against her cheek as she ran down her list of possible replacement. Tomato juice could work, but if she cooked in the wrong way it could end up looking like blood…leading her to faint. And there’s also her parents who wanted her to drink blood again, making it easy to replace the tomato juice with blood.

Any food with blood in the name had also been passed up. While Draculaura wouldn’t pass out upon hearing the name, they wouldn’t serve the same purpose. Sardines would break her vegan pact despite how a famous overlord survived off them and saved his netherworld from destruction. Artificial blood probably could work without triggering her fainting issues, but acquiring enough to sate her thirst would run her and her family a large load. Alcohol…wouldn’t fly with her parents, despite Draculaura being over a thousand.

But one answer came from a friend once Draculaura came back to class.

“Semen.” Frankie licked her lips. “From a guy, you know.” She turned towards Draculaura with a big perverted smile. Draculaura gagged with a terrified look. “Semen could probably act as a replacement for blood for you…maybe. It fills me with such energy whenever I swallow a load…”

“Wow.” Draculaura smacked her tongue. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of things…does Andy know about this?” Frankie nodded yes while keeping that sly and evil smile plastered on. “Umm…well…does that mean those parties you hold…”

“Yup.” Frankie let out a giggle, which only furthered spooked Draculaura enough for her to hop back. “Why not try it? It’s white and got tons of protein in it. Make sure to have something solid before-hand, otherwise your stomach will feel very slosh afterwards.” She wagged a finger up in the air, acting like a genius on the subject. “Why not try it?”

Draculaura tapped a finger against her chin in thought. Perhaps Frankie’s idea isn’t too insane. Maybe she was onto something. Clawd had been asking to take their relationship a step further…so…

“Wow, really?” Clawd gasped upon hearing the good news. “You mean, you really will?” Draculaura put on a disguised smile and nodded slowly. “This is…” He stifled a laugh. “You might really like it…”

“Yeah.” Draculaura nodded her head again. Clawd didn’t really see it, but Draculaura wasn’t comfortable making this her first sexual encounter. But the dry feeling in her throat scratched away at her sanity slowly…and she needed to see if this would work. Hopefully it will, it could kill off a good relationship if it went wrong….

“Come on, I know somewhere private.” Clawd took Draculaura by the hand and lead her away from the lunchroom and down an empty corridor of lockers towards an empty classroom. “Mr. Sixfeet gave me the key to his classroom for some private study time…but now…” He let out a perverted chuckle as he opened the door and walked inside, still clutching onto Draculaura’s hand.

Draculaura took a long dry gulp as the door closed behind her. No turning back now…even more so now that Clawd had pulled her into a deep and wet kiss. Draculaura’s tongue got enveloped by Clawd’s tough tongue and wrestled down hard. Draculaura had to fight a bit of gag reflex, but her throat did feel a bit better. She eased into it as she placed an arm around Clawd’s shoulders.

“Best kisser in the world.” Clawd put on the charm as he pulled back and worked on his zipper. Draculaura took in a sharp intake of air through her nose as she got down on her knees and helped Clawd with his pants and underwear. As she expected, the underside of a werewolf is just as hairy if not hairier than the entire body.

And then the cock came out. Draculaura gasped at the sheer size of it. It clearly looked bigger than what her mouth could open to. “Just go as far as you can go…” Clawd took a deep breath, readying for the unusual feelings that are bound to happen during your first time.

Draculaura didn’t want to accidently bite or scrape Clawd’s manhood with her teeth, so she started with her tongue. She lapped at the member with tiny taps with her tongue, just barely getting it wet. Clawd flinched and let out a heavy breath as Draculaura continued to treat his dick like a lollipop. Just tender little laps up and down.

“It’s okay…” Clawd smoothly told. “A little prick won’t kill me.” Draculaura took a deep breath to calm her nerves before going down on the dick with a wide open mouth. She got past the head, and a funny feeling came into her mouth. Thankfully not a hairy feeling, the cock is clean and smooth, but a weird meaty and leathery feeling. Pushing past her gag reflex, Draculaura got down to at least a third of the way through before she couldn’t go any further without severally gagging. “Oh…” Clawd grunted.

Draculaura actually started to enjoy the unusual flavor of the cock. She licked around as she went back up before descending down, trying to go even further. She did manage to get close to halfway down before having to come back up for air. It took her a second to learn how to actually breathe through her nose.

“That’s real…good.” Clawd moaned. Draculaura, thinking of something that has never popped into her head before, reached over with her hand and gently played the balls. Clawd let out a loud howl as a way of saying: “Damn girl, more of that shit” in the nicest manner possible. His big hands grabbed ahold of the back of Draculaura’s head and helped her get down further on the cock. She gurgled out an annoyed response, but she let go of Clawd’s ballsack to brace herself on his knees.

“Oh….” Clawd huffed out. “…this is it!” Draculaura squealed as she could feel Clawd’s monsterhood twitching. And soon enough, some hot stuff discharged into her mouth. Draculaura gagged a bit to try not to choke on it. The semen continued to pour into Draculaura’s throat as she held her ground and continued to swallow all of the cum. “Oh…oh…” Clawd sniffed out as his knees started to wobble.

Draculaura pulled out finally, strands of remaining semen stretching from her lips and cheek from Clawd’s crotch-area. “Damn…” Clawd moaned as he fell back onto his ass. “…damn…” He repeated as he laid down on the floor, tired out. “Was it good for you too?” Clawd asked with a long-drawn-out breath.

“Yeah…” Draculaura slurped up the remaining semen still attached to her with her tongue. As she swallowed, her body started to feel…more relaxed. Like she just took a long and satisfying bath. She felt a bit more energized than before. Not enough as when she used to drink blood…but a bit more than fruit ever did. “We should do this more!”

Clawd’s happy little smile and giggle meant Draculaura had found a reliable source of energy.

So, every day, after fearleading and casketball practice for both of them, they would find an empty room or somewhere generally private so Draculaura could blow Clawd. They never got past that, but it’s not like Clawd cared. Draculaura had quickly gotten around to perfecting the blowjob. Her tongue would dance around the meaty shaft, her teeth would lightly push and pull against the folds of flesh, and her hands would play with the part of the shaft not covered in saliva or the ballsack.

And Draculaura started to feel stronger. She had to absorb every single speck of semen that would spurt out of Clawd. It got to the point where she would eat semen on the floor or off Clawd’s own body. Clawd didn’t seem to mind that at all…or how Draculaura got really demanding about getting some semen.

“A real semen demon!” Frankie joked when Draculaura told her about their meetings.

“Yeah, really!” Draculaura laughed as well. “I can really feel the energy coming into me!” She flexed her arms and a little muscle popped up. “Man, I think Clawdeen is getting real jealous…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know.” Frankie whistled and looked away. Clearly she knew something about Clawdeen, but Frankie isn’t going to talk about that right now. Thankfully, before Draculaura had a chance to ask any questions relating to Clawdeen’s own sexual escapades, Clawd showed up, breathing heavily. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Frankie clicked her tongue and gathered her stuff before beating a hasty retreat.

“Hey.” Clawd coughed out as he nearly fell down into his chair where he sat like a zombie. “I don’t think I will be able to make it to our usual thing today…or casketball practice. Or anything really.” He let out a pained breath as he slid off the chair and onto the floor in a heap of tattered wolfman parts.

“You okay?” Draculaura got down and held him up…although her eyes and one of her hands did go close to his crotch. “How many fingers am I holding up?” She held up three fingers. Clawd almost held up a middle finger when he saw his girlfriend’s hands going to his crotch but be just fainted before he could complete it.

At least when he awoke in the nurse’s office he had his clothes on. Draculaura even brought him a hamburger. “Thanks.” He grumbled as he snatched it and wolfed it. “Sorry, I don’t think I will be able to keep up with you anymore…”

“What, why?” She questioned.

“’cause I have lost five pounds from feeding you.” Clawd groaned as he rolled over. “My dick isn’t exactly a factory; I have to pull it from somewhere…”

“But I need semen.” Draculaura clacked her teeth. “Without it, I’ll end up like you…”

“There is an alternate to this.” Clawd sighed as he rolled over to face Draculaura and point at her. “You know about that old restroom in the East End that has the ‘Don’t Come In Here’ painted on the door?” As soon as Draculaura remembered and nodded, he continued with: “That’s actually a gloryhole.” Draculaura gasped. “You could go in there and get all the semen you need…”

“Okay.” Draculaura grabbed and shook Clawd’s hand hard, hard enough to make him yelp. “I’ll do that without ever mentioning my name, and I’ll only sleep with you.” Draculaura leaned in and placed a kiss on Clawd’s cheek. “After I go and try it, I’ll let you fuck my butt!” She leapt away and skipped out of the nurse’s office.

“I wish I could erase my memories.” The nurse admitted as she dug into her desk and yanked out a bottle of beer.


The restroom smelled exactly like how Draculaura thought it would be. A combination of piss, feces, semen, and an odd mixture of multiple air cleansing solutions to try and hide the smell of the first three scents. Created this heavy presence in the restroom. Thankfully, it didn’t completely kill her nose, but enough to scrunch her nose up and breath in long and shallow breaths.

The gloryhole stall thankfully got pointed out to her by various marker-drawings of arrows and several messages of ‘OVER HERE SLUT’. Draculaura licked her lips as she walked inside of the stall and locked the door behind her. Surprisingly, the toilet itself is pristine and looked it could work. Several holes dotted on both sides of the stall. Draculaura took a breath and sat down on the toilet…and waited.

She didn’t really get any more information about the gloryhole, like the usual hours. She could be here a long while…or forever knowing how bad luck liked to keep on rolling. Or rather, a teacher would walk in, find her and drag her in front of her parent. It’s going to be VERY hard to explain to DRACULA himself about how you ended up in a gloryhole, Draculaura.

But thankfully, a big meaty, red, throbbing stick stuck itself through one of the many holes in the left side. Draculaura gasped at the sheer size. Going by the color and the level of heat coming off it, it could be a demon or a fire elemental. Heath maybe? But seeing the room is still very much quiet, it couldn’t be him.

Draculaura, with a very shaky hand, grasped onto the member. An unusual feeling of heat shot through her body. A few strokes of her hand lead to the heat slowing down and feeling more natural. The guy on the other side let out a grunt, as a way to ask for more speed. Draculaura picked up the pace and stroked harder and faster, fast enough to create small puffs of smoke.

The guy grunted again, and glops of sticky stuff shot out. Draculaura let out a tiny ‘eep’ before catching it as much as she could in her mouth. Suddenly, it felt like she just drank out of an eleven-alarm hot sauce bottle. And she knew what felt like, Heath tricked her into doing so once. But this one actually had an interesting bite to it. Sadly, she couldn’t get any more from this guy as he went and pulled out.

Another dick came her way tho’, from the right side. This one looked to be made out of stone. It stood exactly straight forward like how a statue would. Had to be a gargoyle.

Damn, Draculaura cursed in her head. Could this actually be done? Shaking her head, she got down on both knees and used both hands to start jerking the gargoyle off. No noise from the other stall. Either he had nothing to say or he had gone completely solid. Draculaura didn’t feel like she was doing anything…until he came.

For a gargoyle, he didn’t have much stamina behind him. Draculaura spat the semen out, it tasted so rubbery! And maybe like cement, that’s something she hadn’t touched yet…why would she? Not at all satisfying. The demon cum still remained hot within her stomach but she wanted more.

And a new dick appeared to replace the demon/fire elemental, one that had the same shade of skin tone as Draculaura. Another vampire! As this felt closer to something normal for her, Draculaura opened her mouth, retracted her fangs and went down on the dick. Felt cold, that’s to be expected. But hey! It tasted clean!

Draculaura went down and fast on the vampire, not wanting to give him the same pleasure as she did to Clawd. No complaints so far, so she continued to take her time sucking him off. Even as the member grew harder and longer, it still felt cold. Probably due to the fact that her saliva is now covering it. Oh well. Draculaura started to lightly drag her fangs across the meaty folds.

A tense groan from the vampire lead to Draculaura’s throat getting covered in cold soup. That’s what it tasted like, cold and lifeless. Seemingly only werewolves have regular-tasting cum…but it made Draculaura wonder just what other flavors were out there.

And she got it…in spades! Word spread quickly about a gloryhole girl with excellent handjobs and blowjobs. Soon, Draculaura got all the semen she would need and want…and then some more! When she came back from a coffee break, she found that every hole had been filled with large manhoods of various races. Draculaura took a gulp as she saw the throbbing dicks all awaiting her. She slowly closed the door behind and took her time sitting down.

Her hands wandered over to a green scaly dick over on the left and a big hairy dick on the right. A merman and another werewolf? The merman’s dick felt slimy and Draculaura had some trouble holding onto it. The werewolf is the opposite; sweat and precum stuck to her hand and then stuck to the hair covering the werewolf’s member. It seems Clawd shaved just for her. How nice! Draculaura giggled as she rubbed the two down before leaning in to the left to suck on what appeared to be a horsecock. Centaur or horseman? Oh well, it’s big, it’s meaty, it’s long, and it looks delicious!

Calling upon all of her strength and willpower, she went down on the horsecock. It nearly overpowered her from just the tip alone! She had to stretch her jaw wider than ever before to get down past the ring. She couldn’t go that far, but she did plenty go far to earn a happy moan from the man she is sucking off.

Somehow, calling upon something she never did before, she kicked off her heels and started running her feet along the lower-level cocks like she stroked off the least-tasty-looking cocks with her hands while sucking off the meatier dicks. This is cock heaven! The smell of semen started to overpower her and she loved it.

And soon, the boys started to rain cum down on her. Draculaura went all over the stall to try and collect all the semen that spilled. The merman tasted like fish, the horseman had the same consistency and flavor as milk, werewolf’s tasted normal but had strands of hair in it, the changeling’s cock milk (As one could tell by the fact it changed colors the entire time) had a weird flavor that made Draculaura change her mind every second she thought about it…

Draculaura would remain loyal to Clawd, that’s for certain. But she would find herself going to the gloryhole almost every day to feed off such loyal customers. That way she would have more energy for Clawd…

[El Heffe]

A Halloween to Remember by ChaosTranquility

“Heyyyy, are you coming to the party?” Clawdeen purred delightedly as she sidled up beside one of her best friends, Frankie Stein. She hooked an arm through Frankie’s stitched up one, and the two fell into stride.

“What party?” Draculaura joined the duo, also linking her arm through Frankie’s free one. “Can I come too?”

“Of course, silly! It’s only going to be like, the biggest Halloween party ever!” Clawdeen’s eyes were bright with excitement. “I can’t believe I haven’t told you guys about it yet.”

“Who else is going to be there?” Frankie asked, thinking that a party was just what she needed to get her mind off the upcoming tests she had…

“Oh, anyone who’s anyone! I’m trying to invite them all.” Clawdeen handed the girls two shiny envelope invitations. “Except Torelai and her cats.” The shewolf sent them a wink.

“Can we help set up?” Draculaura asked, smiling. “I’ll make Clawd help too.”

“Yes, thank you! That would be purrrfect. I’ll text you the deets. Ooh, there’s Lagoona. I have to let her know too!” Clawdeen sped away, invites in hand.

“Wow!” Frankie looked at her friend. “What am I going to wear?!”

The rest of the weeks were a whirlwind leading up to the party. It was the only thing that people could talk about. Clawdeen had spread the rumor that there would be a giant chocolate fountain as well as a rockin’ DJ. Frankie and her friends had all bonded together to help Clawdeen plan, and prepare. Soon, it was the night before the big day: Halloween.

“Okay girls, let’s do this!” Clawdeen clapped her hands together. “We have seven hours to get this place party prepped. Off to work! Remember, we want to make this the night that nobody ever forgets, not for a thousand years!”

“Puh-leez. If I’m there, everyone will be talking about it!” Cleo de Nile proclaimed with a flip of her hair. “Come on Deuce. We’ll do the most important part. The stage.” She stalked off with her boyfriend, his snake hair hissing.

The place positively buzzed as the girls bustled, working their asses off to throw the perfect party. “So… What boys are coming tonight?” Frankie asked as she strung fake cobwebs over a corner.

“Lots of mates! Clawd, Heath, Billy, Jackson…” Lagoona was going to keep going but Frankie cut her off.

“Jackson’s coming!?”

“Oooh yes, he is! Does someone have a little crush?” Clawdeen teased from the other side.

Frankie blushed. “Just a little… He’s really cute. And I think his Holt side is kind of exciting…” Frankie fingered the hem of her skirt. “Oh ghoul. That means I have to dress up extra nicely if I want to impress him!”

“Want to come over to my place nice and early tomorrow, and we can get ready together? I’ll invite some of the other ghouls too.” Clawdeen positioned some spooky spiders onto the web.

Frankie smiled. “That would be so nice. Okay, I will come!”

Though she tried her best to focus on the rest of the set up, she couldn’t help but dream about what she was going to say to Jackson at the party tomorrow...

When Frankie and her friends arrived at the party venue, there was already a small line-up at the door. Everybody could hardly wait to get started, and the hosts were no exception. They walked inside, doing one last check up to make sure everything was in place. “Alright girls, I think it’s time to give the people what they want!” Frankie called as she stood by an enormous lever, the one that controlled all the electronics. “We are a go!” She pulled it, sending her own electricity into the machine. There was a loud hum... And everything lit up!

Monsters poured in through the door, dressed in frilly, colorful, and festive costumes (though they really could have just come as themselves). Within minutes, the music started, and everybody began to dance or snack on the various ghost cookies and spider legs.

“Great party! Everyone is really enjoying themselves!” Draculaura yelled at Clawdeen over the pounding music.

“I couldn’t have done it without you guys!” Clawdeen hollered back, wanting to also thank Frankie, who was currently beside her. But she noticed that Frankie’s attention had been captured by a certain Manster, standing by the stereo, currently bopping his foot shyly to the music.

“Looking at Jackson?” Clawdeen giggled as she gave her friend a cheeky bump. “Go talk to him!”

“Should I?” Frankie blushed slightly.

“Oh, come on! You’ve got this. Here.” Clawdeen grabbed two cups of bloody red punch from the side table. “Give one to him.”

“Okay, I got this!” Her confidence boosted, Frankie made her way across the floor, clutching her conversation starters. She caught Jackson’s eye as she went over, and he gave her a friendly grin. His eyes curved beneath his dark rimmed glasses.

“Hey Frankie!” he greeted with a wave. He had to raise his voice a little to be heard over the throbbing music. “This is an awesome party! You guys did a great job!”

“Huh?” Frankie cocked an ear, leaning closer to him so that she could hear.

“Great party!” He repeated.

“Ohhh! I’m glad you like it!” She turned to look at him automatically as she spoke, and was startled to find how close he was to her. Her cheeks heated up as she looked into his eyes and was struck with the urge to press her lips against his. Before she could stop it, one of her arms came up on its own, wanting to stroke his arm. But unfortunately, the hand that held the cup didn’t have the same train of thought.

Punch got everywhere. It flew at Jackson as a mortified Frankie watched it soak into his sweater vest. He exclaimed in alarm, jumping back as he pulled at his soaked clothes.

“Oh my ghoul, I’m so sorry!” Frankie immediately swiveled her head, looking for towels or tissues or anything that could help. That was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen! She thought, absolutely mortified.

“Ah… It’s okay…” Luckily for Frankie, Jackson took it in stride. “I’ll just go to the washroom. I need to clean these clothes, and I’ll just change into my gym gear.”

“Oh ghoul, let me help you! It’s my fault. I’ll come with you.” The two walked off towards the washrooms.

They entered the large co-ed washroom, and Jackson hurriedly stripped off his soaked shirt. He turned on the tap, running the clothes underneath it to get the sticky substance off.

The reaction that Frankie’s body had to Jackson’s pearly white skin, his taut, skinny body, was instant. It was as if she had no control at all. She wanted to run her lips all over his mouth and her hands all over the heat that dwelled in his pants. She could taste the arousal on her tongue even though it had happened so quickly.

Is this the new body parts?! Frankie thought, wondering if it was a mistake to have sewn on so many new limbs all at once, but they had just been in such perfect condition, she couldn’t resist. Still, Frankie’s brain held herself back.

“W-where are your gym clothes?” She asked, thinking that she should escape in order to stop these feelings bubbling inside of her, or else she would do something she might regret.

“It’s okay, I’ll get them. They’re in my locker, so you wouldn’t know the combination anyways.” Now he was rubbing the clothes together.

“You should take off the pants too, or else it’ll dry and stay sticky,” Frankie suggested, feeling a teensy bit bold.

“Right.” He did as she said, stripping off the pants so that he stood in white boxers, his bulge just barely outlined by them.

Frankie tried very hard not to look. “I’ll try to get the stains out,” Frankie offered as she took the pants from him, brushing his soft skin as she did. The simple action brought delightful tingles. “Sorry,” she murmured, though she really wasn’t at all. She couldn’t stop staring at him, and only three minutes had passed before her body could stand it no longer.

Moving towards him, Frankie put a hand on his shoulder. “Jackson…” She said quietly, bringing herself close to him. He turned, surprised, but not unwelcoming. “You look really cute like this.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Really? In my underwear and all?”

Frankie nodded. It was now or never, and she was going to go for it, damn it! “I’ve… kind of had a crush on you for a while now.”

“Oh!” Jackson’s eyes lit up. He had obviously never even considered the possibility before. “Wow! I had no idea.”

Frankie said nothing, but gazed into his eyes with her multicolored ones, anticipation boiling.

A slow blush also crept onto Jackson’s face. “I, uh… I think you’re really pretty, Frankie.” He took a deep breath, then turned and pressed his lips to hers.

Sparks literally flew as small crackles of electricity emitted from the bolts in Frankie’s neck. She could feel the passion run through her, surging and urging her on. The pants dropped to the floor as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his body towards hers.

When they finally pulled away, the both of them were gasping for breath. “W-wow.”

“You said it…” Frankie took a deep inhale.

“Can I do it again?” Jackson asked, hoping Frankie didn’t notice that the bulge in his pants had grown a little bit bigger.

“Yes!” Enthusiastically, they locked lips again. This time, Frankie’s tongue began to lick, coaxing him to open so that they could kiss as the French did. She moaned slightly, feeling something quite firm pressing against her thigh. Frankie realized that this was an incredibly

familiar sensation, and that her body knew exactly what to do. She reached down, and grasped the bulge in her hand.

“Whoa!” Jackson called out when he felt her hand on his dick. He had never thought Frankie would be so forward, but a part of him was grateful for her taking some of the pressure off him.

“Should I stop?” Frankie asked against his lips.

He drew back slightly so he could look her in the eye. “No… It’s just that I’ve never done this before…” It was embarrassing to admit, and only made his cheeks get even rosier.

“Neither have I!” Frankie said. It was her body parts that somehow retained all these muscle memories, and she was just running with it.

“I would like my first time to be with you.” Jackson grinned, using a hand to sweep some of his blonde/black hair to the side. “Is that okay?”

“Yes. I feel the same way!” Frankie’s fingers squeezed the bulge, netting her a soft moan from her partner. It was the first time she’d heard anything like that come out of his mouth, and she loved it. She wanted to hear more, and she was willing to do anything to get it. “How does this feel?”

“Amazing… Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Never!” Her fingers, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, massaged the length of the cock. The fabric of the underwear dulled the sensation enough for it to be an effective tease. She was squeezing, putting pressure on the frenulum. But she longed to really feel him.

So Frankie’s fingers travelled to the band of the boxers, and dove inside. When skin met skin, Jackson hissed with bliss. The firmness in her hands was still somehow expanding from her touches. She never knew a cock could be this big, especially on such a skinny boy. With each stroke she made, Jackson got a bit louder, his pleasure rising.

“Is this good?” She asked him.

“It’s perfect… In fact, I won’t be able to hold on much longer…” He was surprised he had even lasted this long with such a beautiful ghoul rubbing his cock.

Her body urged her to put it in her mouth, to lick and tease it like a lollipop. Would that chase him off? She had no idea if that was something other ghouls did, but her body seemed to think it was right. Without a word, Frankie sank to her knees, pulling the underwear off with it.

When Frankie enveloped the head of the cock with her wet, hot mouth, Jackson came with a loud groan. Her tongue circled as her eyes lit up. Cum was suddenly pouring into her mouth, and

she could taste something she had never tasted before. It was absolutely delicious. Her maiden mouth had been completely robbed of its innocence.

Frankie drank it willingly, still sucking on the dick even as more strands were pumped into her mouth. She swallowed every drop with ease. And because Jackson kept moaning, Frankie kept going. Her head bobbed as he put his hand in her black and white hair, stroking the softness. His cock was ridiculously tender, but somehow Frankie took utmost care with her tongue to arouse him without causing too much pain. This was an addicting feeling; one Jackson knew he could never fully get out of his mind as he watched Frankie move her head back and forth in that mesmerizing pattern.

Only a few minutes had passed before Jackson was hard again. Frankie released his dick with a wet kiss, strands of saliva following her lips as she used her tongue to clean them. She was feeling the heat boil in her stomach. She squeezed her thighs, her costume’s long skirt hiding her actions. But there was a dampness in her crotch that she didn’t really understand, but couldn’t exactly ignore either.

“I… Need to check something…” Frankie said as she turned around. Pulling her skirt up as subtly as she could, Frankie found that her pussy was sopping wet! The sticky substance clung to her fingers, and she stood to clean it off at the sink.

“Everything okay?” Jackson asked, his brows knotting with some worry.

“Yes… I just feel like I need something…” Frankie’s eyes were drawn to the cock, standing proudly at his crotch. Her pussy all but throbbed at the sight of it, aching to be filled. A need of this kind had never resurfaced with any of the other parts but, of course, there was a first time for anything. “Can we…” Frankie slipped off her skirt, and dropped her soaked panties, clearly giving him a signal.

“Y-yes!” Jackson stammered, excitement coursing through him as his dick, which had softened slightly during the interlude, stood at full attention at the prospect. “How should we do it?” He wondered, casting a glance around the room for something they could lie on, or at least sit on. The only thing in the room that passed was the huge black couch on the side. “Do you think it’s a pull-out?”

“I’m sure it is!” Frankie moved to the couch and felt around. She gave a bright smile as the springs came to life, and slowly creaked themselves into position to form a large black bed, in the shape of a huge coffin. “Interesting shape. Draculaura would love it!”

Jackson moved onto it, testing the bed with a bounce. Frankie joined him, eyeing his dick all the while like a tasty snack. Her heart was pounding, but her body remained unshaken, only aroused.

“Would you like to lead?” Jackson asked.

“Sure...” She shifted, giving Jackson a little push so that he moved onto his back. He lay, head tilted so he could stare at her as she removed her top. Her pale green breasts bounced free, topped with delightfully pink, hardened nipples that were the same color of the blush on her cheeks. Jackson wondered if she’d let him suck them later.

With practiced movements, Frankie shifted her body until her dripping pussy was over the head of his dick. She rubbed the tip along herself, lubricating the tip until it was thick and slimy with her clear juices. She was eager just to plunge down, but some part of her knew that it would be better to wait, to keep herself on edge.

When she finally pushed herself down, both of her bolts sparked dangerously as she let out an erotic moan. “Ahhh!” Frankie cried as her body pulsed, pleasure surging through her. She had never been so full before, and only a few inches had gone inside!

“Wow...” She lowered, and another inch sank in. “Are you liking this too, Jackson?”

“So much!” Her pussy was squeezing his cock with an intensity that was completely new, and utterly amazing. It was all he could do to hold onto her slim body, to look in her beautiful multi colored eyes and enjoy.

“Gooood!” The word stretched into an unintentional moan that came ripping out of her as gravity pulled her downwards. Beads of sweat began on Frankie’s brow; she tossed back her hair in response. Frankie didn’t stop until she was firmly pressed against his crotch, the impressive dick all the way inside of her.

Jackson’s breathing had grown ragged in this time. Every inch of him was being pulled and squeezed by Frankie’s delightful sex. She just kept drawing him in, beckoning for more. But she was in charge right now. “Amazing...” was all Jackson could say about it all as his breath was stolen from him by pleasure.

“So, I just slide up and down...?” Frankie murmured, as much to herself as to Jackson. She pulled up with great strength, then pushed herself back in. This earned her a happy groan from her partner, and a fresh sensation for herself. God, there was really something about being so full. “Why haven’t I done this until now?” She wondered, pumping her hips against the skin.

Dipping a hand down, Frankie massaged her clit. The cock slid in and out of her, and she could barely keep up with her fingers. “This makes it way better!” She exclaimed, delighted with her new discover. Climax pushed up to her in seconds at a frightening speed, and her pussy reacted in same. It held the cock in its firm grip, coaxing another wave of cum to come out.

“Faster....” Jackson muttered. He was bucking his body along with her rhythm, matching it step for step, beat for beat. The friction that it created sparked a fire, a fire that was not only pleasure but something else, something familiar that Jackson would have recognized. But the nearing orgasm was so blinding that Jackson could barely focus on anything else.

He was so damn close, and the burning was getting hotter, hotter, hotter...

“Whoa!”

Just as Jackson came, his entire body burned brightly with flame. In an instant, his skin changed colors, going from human peach to monster blue. His mop of black hair turned into a blaze of flashy red, a gradient that ended at a sharp tip. Jackson had transformed into Holt, and he was raring to go, even as he poured his load into Frankie’s pussy.

“Whoooo!” Holt roared, pumping his fist into the air as he relished the feeling of having such a pussy wrapped around him, especially when it belonged to his crush. He had no idea what was happening, but he wasn’t about to question this pile of luck that had just been dropped onto his lap.

Frankie opened her eyes, having just endured the raging waves of her orgasm. “Holt!” She called out, surprised to see that her partner had morphed.

“Hey, Frankie Fine! I see Jackson’s had his turn... And I want mine!” He grinned cheekily, pulling out of her. His cum dripped out of her pussy, and she hurriedly put a hand over it to stop it from dripping out too much.

“Oh Holt...” Frankie grabbed some paper towels from nearby and pressed it to the drip. “Sounds good to me!” She frowned slightly, pursing her dark red lips together as she dabbed at the cum. Every time she released it to get more tissue, some more managed to leak out. “But I think I’m a little sore down here already... We’ll have to get creative.”

“How about the other hole?” Holt’s eyes twinkled with mischief. He wielded his blue cock with a hand whilst wiggling his eyebrows. “If you’re going to do it for the first time, might as well do it all!” He roared with laughter, his hair seeming to brighten even more at his emotions.

Frankie thought about it for just a second. She had just had her eyes opened to how wonderful sex was, and the experimental mood had not yet left her. So, Frankie whirled around, showing her perky ass off. “Go for it.”

A lightbulb lit over Holt’s head. “Actually, I was thinkin’ something cooler!” Holt stepped off the bed, and beckoned for Frankie to follow. She obeyed, moving to the wall where he stood. “Go against the wall!” He instructed.

Frankie did it, pressing her nude breasts against the coldness. Her hands, palms down, flattened as she felt him close the distance between them. Then the hot head of his cock was urgently knocking on the door of her anus. Still wet from their earlier play, it slipped right into her tight ass.

“Ooh!” Frankie’s eyes widened to a comically large size as the foreign sensation pumped into her, literally. Her first instinct was to squeeze, which only made it more pleasurable for Holt. His

groans matched her moans as he drew close to her, holding her close. “This is just as good!” Franky exclaimed, her body automatically stuck out her butt to give Holt easier access.

Frankie’s hands were warming the wall as she bucked against it. Being dominated by Holt, the feeling of hopelessness, was something that Frankie thought she could enjoy on occasion. Having absolutely no say in the matter aroused Frankie, and she found herself hoping the initial insertion would get itself over with, so that he could just pound her with the amazing cock.

Luckily for Frankie, her wishes were granted rather quickly. Their mutual enjoyment had Holt inside Frankie within minutes. He simply sat there at first, relishing the difference of the ass to the pussy. It was certainly tighter, and Frankie was loving it just as much as she. “Oh ghoul, you’re so big... And this is so fun!” Frankie laughed, throwing her head back to catch Holt’s wild smile as he began to fuck again.

Holt let loose with wild abandon, his hips like a machine as he thrust over and over. Even a wild beast couldn’t match his rhythm and his hunger for her body, evidenced in each stroke he lay inside her. But Holt was always careful not to harm the woman he fancied, careful to make sure she was enjoying this just as much as he did.

“Holt, I can’t hold on! I’m going to—” Frankie was cut off by her second climax of the night, one that threatened to send her to her knees if Holt hadn’t been holding her. The girth and length had been too much for her; he had managed to hit every sweet spot in her body.

Holt let out his trademark roar of laughter as he allowed himself release, pumping himself empty to fill Frankie’s second hole even while the first still retained traces of the first load. She felt the heat enter her, and smiled as the throbbing reverberated throughout all of her parts.

Frankie’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head from the pleasure and exhaustion that ran through her limbs. She stretched them, feeling very satisfied and relaxed after the two consecutive, major orgasms in one night. This was the perfect way to break in these new parts. She made a mental note to never replace these particular ones. That, or find them from the same place.

She turned her head to look at Jackson/Holt, and felt warmth blossom inside of her (or was it cum?). She lifted a hand to sweep her bangs back just a smidge to reveal more of her blue and green eyes. “Hey, we can do this again right?”

[El Heffe]

Another neat story I found on /aco/

/It isn't FAIR!/, Attea groused, hiding her dismay behind an impeccable mask of irritability and exasperation. Her royal advisors had scoured the ENTIRE empire, and this was the best they could come up with? These, these LOSERS were the best of the best? The cream of the crop?

As if to prove her point, one of her "suitors" paled suddenly, and fell over. One of his legs was still twitching as a pair of soldiers dragged his oddly lumpy frame out of the throne room.

"Ugh! You all sicken me! Are you good-for-nothing nobodies trying to tell me that THESE are my only options? You seriously can't find anybody - I mean AN-Y BOD-Y better than this? What the hell is WRONG with this empire?"

The Incursean Empress snarled in frustration, and threw a plate at the the nearest body, and it shattered in an oddly satisfying way. She didn't know who it hit, and quite frankly, she didn't care. All Attea wanted at that moment in time was for all the disappointing weaklings in her life to leave her alone. A wish that, fortunately, everybody was all too willing to grant. The entire throne room scrambled to get out of the door, and out of her way. They all knew perfectly well that an Angry Attea was a Deadly Attea. And while it was an honor to die for the glory of the empire, dying for one of the Empress's temper tantrums was nothing short of a travesty.

As the last retreating back scurried from sight, Attea flopped down sideways onto her throne, rubbing her temples. What was WRONG with these people? What had she done to deserve this? Wasn't she a cruel and ruthless warlord? Wasn't she devastating on the battlefield? Wasn't she the most clever and calculating ruler that the Incursean empire had ever seen?

The answer to those questions, of course, was yes.

So why couldn't she find a husband as glorious as she?

It wasn't for lack of trying, that was for sure. She'd sent orders out to every last colony, to every war fleet and scouting ship. Every eligible bachelor was to report to her administration for consideration. And to be frank, every vaguely attractive man PERIOD was to do the same. Attea had no qualms about being a homewrecker.

But despite the empire-wide search, there simply wasn't anybody good enough for her.

Attea got back on her feet and started pacing, wracking her mind for somebody, ANYBODY that might solve her quandary. In the corner of her mind, a name rattled against her better judgement. It wasn't /quite/ true that there wasn't anybody good enough for her. There was one Incursean out there who had swept her off her feet and set her heart on fire.

Too bad that Incursean was Human...

An image of Bullfrag flitted across her imagination briefly, and the Empress shook her head vigorously, as if to forcibly remove it from her mind. She didn't want to think about that /Tennyson/ creature. Not at a time like this. Not when she needed to concentrate on finding a mate. Not when she hated his guts. Not when the thought of him turned her stomach inside out. And /certainly/ not when she was so close to her heat cycle that those images turned from intriguing to lewd to downright FILTHY in a matter of minutes.

Stupid fucking humans.

Stupid fucking Tennyson.

Stupid fucking Bullfrag.

...

Fucking Bullfrag...

...

Attea shook her head again. No. NO. /NO/. She was not going to go down that road again. She had work to do. And damn it, she was going to do it.

...

She was going to it.

...

Do it with fucking Bullfrag...

A deep emerald flush spread across Attea's face as the lewd thought took hold in her mind.

She shook her head more violently, hoping to dislodge the admittedly attractive vision from her imagination. Attea didn't have TIME for this. She had to find a proper suitor. Somebody strong, and handsome, and fearless in the face of overwhelming odds. Somebody with a broad chest, and a manly chin, and a sexy voice...

"Oh goddamnit!" The young empress swore loudly, and flipped over her entire throne. She'd really gone and done it now. That stupid traitor was stuck in her mind, and he wasn't going to leave without a fight. She hated him for that.

Well, actually she hated him for a lot of different things, but at this very moment in time the thing she hated him for the most was muscling his way into her thoughts and turning on all the faucets. No other man had ever had such an effect on her before. Attea sighed in exasperation, her pacing growing more and more erratic. Her panties growing more and more soaked...

Stupid fucking Bullfrag...

Why did he have to be so fucking strong? Memories of watching her platoon training flooded into Attea's mind. Not so much the rest of the platoon, which was made up of the same-old-same-old losers as the rest of her empire, but certainly images of Bullfrag. Watching him effortlessly lift huge weights, bulging muscles slowly becoming drenched with sweat as the tasks assigned to him grew more and more difficult. He always did manage to outshine everybody else, and look /great/ doing it too.

An uncomfortable ache bloomed from her nethers.

Why'd he have to be so fucking handsome? Attea had spent hours spent watching him "keep guard" over her while she was supposed to be resting. Watching him flex in the shiny metal doors, pretending she wasn't watching. She knew he knew. But it was just so much more exciting to pretend that she wasn't. To pretend that he was beneath her, and they could never be together.

The uncomfortable ache bloomed with heat, and Attea stuffed her hands down her overly tight pants in an attempt to quell the inferno slowly spreading throughout her body.

Why'd he have to be so fucking sexy? That voice echoed in her mind, deep and complex, like gravel drenched in velvet... Each word caught her in the pit of her stomach, and dragged her by her heartstrings to wherever he wanted her to go. She would have broken every tradition known to her people after the invasion and married a traitor right then and there, just for a chance to keep him in her life forever.

It was no use... her crude attempts at fingerfucking herself were getting her nowhere. How was a girl supposed to get off when there wasn't anybody around to help her? Attea removed her sopping wet fingers, and replaced them with something a little more creative.

Why'd he have to be so fucking good at fucking? Towards the end of the invasion, Attea had taken to visiting her prized soldier in the ungodly hours of the night. Creeping into his private quarters, and bossing him around like a good commander should. He always managed to satisfy her, being creative in ways she hadn't thought possible. And the things that boy did with his tongue!

Attea's own prehensile tongue slithered inside of her. It wasn't Bullfrag, but it would have to do...

[El Heffe]

Attea and Looma - New Order by Nidoranduran

Ben had been through a lot of wandering about the universe and a lot of fucking girls left and right, but just because he couldn't keep it in his pants and was eager to pound every pretty little thing in the galaxy didn't mean he wasn't coming back for seconds; he really couldn't have held himself back if he tried, and even if he wanted to, the girls weren't about to let him. He had given them all such incredible fucks that it stood to reason that when he ran into one of his previous conquests they'd be coming back wanting more, and he welcomed it; he'd yet to fuck a girl who'd disappointed him at all in the time she'd spent taking his dick.

Leaning back happily in his bed, he relished in the feeling of Attea's mouth wrapped around his cock. It had all started with her, and he was happy to come back for more, happy to feel her devoted, eager mouth sucking sloppily on his cock as she rocked her head up and down, moans rumbling hotly up as she did her best to take him down with deep, broad motions. She was right where she belonged, using her eager, talented mouth to get all over his cock, moaning and slobbering on it loudly as she stared up at him, fever burning in her eyes as she moved with the kind of excitement that she felt nothing could have come close to beating.

"Your mouth feels even better than last time," Ben groaned, hands folded behind his head. Attea had been probably the thirstiest of all girls; this was the fourth time she'd come back to him for sex, but as long as she remained as good a fuck as she was, he wasn't for a second about to shirk away from any of it, relishing in the way she devotedly worked at his dick, her steady back and forth bobbing proving absolutely incredible.

Attea gave a flirty look Ben's way as she pulled her lips up from his cock, coiling her tongue around his shaft tightly and jerking it off a little bit as she licked and caressed it all over, head leaning down to plant kisses all over his balls. Attea had plenty of time to learn Ben. To study his cock, to know what he liked, to know what would make him lose his mind. She was eager, she was aggressive, and everything about the chance to go all out on him was proving far better than she could have ever hoped. This was what she wanted, and she took up her task eagerly, diving for his sac and showering him with all the affection and desperation she could give. His cock was like a drug to her; he wasn't even using the same shampoo anymore that had initially charmed her toward him, but the high she felt bouncing on his cock was so much better than anything her nose could have been enticed by.

As Attea worked tirelessly and hungrily at Ben's cock and balls, the two of them both missed the sounds of someone coming in. Looma couldn't really sneak very well. She was not a woman built for stealth; none of her race were. But she carried herself as quietly as she could into the house, eager to surprise Ben as she threw herself into his bedroom and upon him. Showing up uninvited sounded good to her in ways that it really shouldn't have, but Looma was determined, liking her plan of springing a surprise on Ben and showing up to fuck him, and she had no idea what she was walking into as she opened the door, bursting in and shouting. She'd meant to yell something like, "Get those pants off, stud, I'm taking you for a ride," but instead she just made loud noises as she stared at the wiry, waify frog girl slobbering all over his package.

Attea gasped in surprise, perking up as she turned quickly around. "Excuse you," she spat, her tongue slithering back into her mouth as she stared with narrow, frustrated eyes at the towering Looma, not the least bit afraid of her. "I'm busy here. You can go off and wait your turn if you'd like, but I wouldn't bother. I'm not going to leave a single drop for anyone else."

Ben had never actually technically become 'involved' with anyone. He had the faintest idea that maybe one or two girls had gotten it into their heads there may have been some romantic entanglements, but if asked he would have insisted there was no commitment. He didn't really fear a relationship, he just liked the idea of fucking all these girls on the side. Of having so, so many sides. But Looma bursting in while Attea had her tongue wrapped around his dick was the kind of situation where that kind of talk didn't really work. The tall, proud Tetramand warrior was likely to come in swinging.

But as she stepped forward, fidelity seemed to be the least of her worries. "He is not solely yours. No one woman can claim a warrior of his greatness." It threw Ben for a loop to hear her say that, and he began to feverishly work out in his head if anything he knew about Tetramands said that was how they seemed to live, but he didn't get the chance to think too much about it.

Grasping Ben's dick tightly, Attea began to jerk him off, sneering at Looma as she knelt there unafraid and shameless. "He doesn't need a brute who wouldn't know how to worship his cock," she said, sticking her tongue out mockingly. "Come back tomorrow if you want, but I think by the time I'm done with Ben he'll be begging me to stay the night. No girl can make him feel good like I can, and when you show up tomorrow, and Ben carryfucks me to the door, you'll realize that he doesn't need you."

"You're going to get us both killed," Ben said beneath his breath, watching as Looma walked over even closer, her feet loudly clattering against the ground as she moved steadily.

"I know exactly what Ben wants," Looma said, and used all four hands to grab hold of Attea, yanking her up off of the bed outright. The Incursean yelped and flailed in the air as she was effortlessly lifted up, and Looma tugged Attea's pants down without much care for her struggles, four hands deftly able to keep her upright, hold her arms in place, and undress her at once. "Ben wants a strong, proud woman and hard, fast sex. Allow me to show you."

Nobody knew what Looma was going to do. Attea tried to kick about, expecting her to pull her arms out of her sockets, while Ben expected defenestration to get her out of the bedroom so it would be just him and Looma. But instead, she proceeded to slam Attea right down onto Ben's cock and begin to fuck her up and down it like a living fleshlight, to the gasping excitement of both of them. Neither had expected something like this, as Looma forced Ben and Attea to fuck, a strange use of her strength and her aggression.

But Looma was adamant about it, guiding Attea up and down Ben's cock, growling as she held tightly onto her, one hand seizing each of her arms and each of her hips, holding her perfectly steady and balanced to guide her with brutal speed up and down Ben's dick. "We both know you cannot handle what Ben really wants," she snarled, holding Attea at a bit of a distance as she kept the motion going, putting Attea through the wringer in the name of getting what she wanted. There was no mercy or shame to the way she went about it, either; this was all-out, mad aggression, and it seemed nothing was going to calm her down or slow this procession. "So I will show you that you can't do it, and then all three of us will know the truth."

"Fucking bring it," Attea whined. It was all she could do, whining as her head rolled back and gasps of ecstasy pilled from her lips. She had not been expecting this turn of events, but a deep, exhausting fuck as she was guided up and down ten inches of throbbing cock like an onahole was too good for Attea to want to complain about. She was out of her depth, and on some level she knew it was too rough for her to possibly keep this up and hope to hold out, but the pleasure she felt ached so hot and satisfying that she couldn't bring herself to care. This felt incredible, and she needed only to keep riding that hot peak through to its natural conclusion and she would get everything she craved, everything she came here for. She was dead certain of it.

Looma climbed onto the bed, knelt down behind Attea and bouncing her carelessly along Ben's dick. She was eager to accomplish two things ta once here, to exhaust Attea until she was a breathless, shivering wreck who couldn't think or speak clearly and would be absolutely ripe to just toss away like yesterday's trash, and to get Ben off, to prove that she was undeniably the one who could handle and please Ben. That only Looma could bring the intensity and aggression he truly craved. It was that mark of confidence that informed everything she did, and for that she would keep her arms at tireless work to prove her point.

Ben liked different things from different girls. Attea's hot tongue and the desperate thrill with which she threw herself at his cock and could adore all ten inches with her mouth at the same time was incredible. Looma's aggression and the bitter back and forth fights for dominance that saw them rolling around on the bed or the floor, shamelessly dominating each other without any end or decision in sight was equally incredible, just for other days. Then there were the other girls, their own amazing treats and benefits bringing about wildly unique sexual encounters that kept Ben excited to see what came next.

Now, they were clashing, and he didn't know what to make of it.

Attea moved with a speed she never could have on her own, and maybe wasn't meant to. Her slender frame was not made for taking a cock this big this fast, and he was met with tightness that made him shiver, groaning as he stared up at Attea, at the look of absolutely fuck-drunk bliss on her face. She was being overloaded by all these sensations and had no idea how to handle them, but at least she looked to be having a good time. She'd occasionally offer up some increasingly breathless response to Looma after being scolded for her inability to handle this all. There was no denying she couldn't, though, and if it weren't obvious already the screams that ripped through her throat as she came made it blatant.

The heights of pure, searing orgasmic bliss made Attea thrash inside the strong grip holding so tightly onto her, her body unable to keep still but held in place so firmly by Looma's strong grip that she was practically at war with herself. her head spun out and her body refused to still itself as her inner walls clamped down around Ben's cock, greedily clenching and begging for his cum. There was nothing she could do now to protect herself or her sanity; she was gone, trashed and desperate, and as Ben came inside of her pussy she was even more gone. Exhaustion began to set in as she got fucked hard to a powerful orgasm and had her energy sapped right out of her.

"Exactly my point," Looma said, turning Attea upside-down as she lifted her off of Ben's dick. The dazed frog girl hung limply in place as Looma buried her face between her legs and began to aggressively suck and slurp the cum right out of her, getting every last drop of Ben's cum from her spent twat before she cast her aside like garbage. "You don't deserve his cum, so it's mine now," she said as she looked toward Ben, licking her lips. "I think it's clear who's won now."

There was no way for Ben to be able to handle any of this insanity aside from just accepting that whatever was happening, it was very, very hot. He nodded slowly, eager and understanding, welcoming whatever special kind of madness seemed poised to take hold of Looma. "Fucking right it is," he said, glad she seemed ready to not tear his head off. "But shouldn't we--"

"No, we fuck now." Looma didn't know what it was that Ben wanted from her or how she was supposed to act, but she didn't care, scrambling toward his lap and slamming herself down onto his cock without a care in the world. She could have done anything, but she chose to go all out on his cock, hammering down onto him as she immediately took Attea's place. "We fuck, and once she pulls her head up and realizes she has lost, she can watch as I show her exactly how you deserve to be pleasured." As Looma spoke so proudly and loudly--making damn sure even the dazed and twitching Attea could hear her--she undressed, tossing it all aside so that as she bounced on Ben's cock, her breasts bounced free, showing off her powerful feminine figure in full, comparing her curves and her breasts to the slenderness of Attea, who lacked the womanly definition to ever truly pleasure Ben like she could.

Ben knew he was in the middle of something truly insane here, that there was nothing he could have possibly done that could have made this okay or sane or even just barely acceptable. He was in over his head here, forced to endure the most bizarre of things and somehow deal with it all in a sensible and sane way. The girls were fighting over him now, and it hadn't even really been much of a fight, as he lay there staring up at Looma, at the proud strength of her gorgeous body in motion and ready to pleasure him through whatever means she had to take. He appreciated every inch of her, truly, but there was something more than a little insane about this whole endeavor and he hadn't the slightest idea where to begin expressing that.

But he also couldn't. Not really. Not with the slick, hot pussy around his cock, Looma's tight hole begging him for a good, rough fuck now. His hips bucked off of the bed, slamming up into Looma as he relished in giving her what she needed. A singular urge to fuck as after giving Attea all that fun for herself was all that drove Looma now, and she moved with such fervor and frustration that it seemed nothing was going to slow her down now. She wanted out, wanted to ride Ben raw and take advantage of the circumstances she found him in to dominate him and keep him dominated, to show her power over him for a dazed guest who had to confront that she was her better in every way. She grabbed Ben's wrists and pinned them to the bed with her lower arms as her upper arms fondled and caressed her breasts eagerly, leaving her a bucking, moaning mess happily indulging in the chance to ride his cock raw.

As Attea managed to get her bearings and her energy, though, she was none too happy with Looma. "You're big, but you're an even bigger bitch," Attea growled, leaning forward. She set her gaze on Looma's taut, tight ass. It was exactly the sort of place she could enjoy diving into, if only to shake her up. Sneaking up from behind, she grabbed both cheeks and spread them apart as she shoved her tongue right up Looma's ass, snickering to herself as she threw a challenge for Looma's leadership.

With ten inches of hard, throbbing dick up her pussy, Looma was able to ride high and mighty in charge, bouncing on his cock like a warrior queen and enjoying the pleasure she felt aching through her. But as Attea ruined everything with her tongue, that changed. Her hips bucked, her body ached, a shudder raced hotly up her spine as she felt the frustration wear down suddenly upon her. It was a lot to take all at once, something powerful and primal, something that she had to suddenly confront as the tongue slithered along her ass. The initial penetration was just to establish the pace and surprise Looma, but Attea quickly followed it up with plenty of sensations all at once. The tongue slithered around her tight rim, dragged in broad strokes up and down her ass and even along to Ben's balls, and sometimes just pushed into her for a very direct and senseless tonguefucking of the princess's ass.

Ben stared up in surprise at the way Looma twisted, how she whined and gasped, feeling the pressure and pleasure upon her throwing her off. The hands released from his wrists as Looma groaned, "Petulant, mutinous little girl! If you want my ass so much, then enjoy it!" Attea had drawn Looma's ire now more than ever as the Tetramand reached back around to grab Attea's head and pull it in tighter, shoving Attea in close and relishing in the tongue. "You think you can possibly overwhelm me with that. Pathetic; you are only making me feel better when you do that!"

But Ben understood. He could hardly believe he was involved in this sort of madness, in playing the third wheel to two alien princesses' weird, competitive bid for dominance and for him. This was much weirder even than the strange charms he had that kept luring cute alien girls into his embrace and his bed. The opportunity was there, though, and in some ways it was all that mattered to him, all he really needed as he grabbed hold of Looma and quickly turned the tables on her. A quick burst of strength was all he needed to shove Looma down onto the floor, pinning her shoulders and neck down as her body hung upside-down, Ben's feet landing confidently as he settled into the piledriver position, dominating Looma with a show of power he'd never been able to manage before, but she was weaker with the tongue up her ass and her thoughts splintered off, and Ben decided to go big or go home.

"Ben!" Looma yelled as he took his harsher, more dominant position, pounding down into her pussy from above as she whined, still under the harshness of Attea leaning over the edge of the bed to eat her ass. She squirmed and whined, newfound bursts of frustrations building up inside of her as he hammered down. "Wait, this is not what I intended--my show of domination is--"

"No," Ben groaned. "No more fighting, from either of you." He hammered into the slick heat of her pussy harder, faster, refusing to slow down as he took his chance to dominate her hard. "I'm in control. You know it, Attea knows it, and if I have to start trying to keep you two dominated it's going to be a problem, got it?" He groaned and grunted his way through the harshness of his point, leaving both women gasping, writhing messes squirming under the weight of his harshness. There was something utterly shameless in the way Ben moved as he sought to prove his point with brutal efficiency, making damn sure she knew who was in charge. "You're not using me to prove anything to her."

"I'm sorry, Ben!" Looma yelled, trying to give a sincere apology to him for her aggressions and competitive fire, but all she felt instead was the thundering surge of orgasmic delight. With a mighty bellow, Looma yelled out, finding her self a mess giving in to the pleasure, squirming and gasping as her pussy clamped powerfully down around Ben's cock. He capped off his sloppy, creamy piledrivering of Looma's tight cunt with a nice shot of cum deep into her, making her yell and twist hotter as she stared up at him, not quite actually 'sorry' yet as she held onto her belief that Ben loved it rough, but ready to listen now instead of moving with haste and aggression.

Ben pulled out of Looma, left her hanging upside-down as he motioned toward Attea. "Eat her out," he said, and the long tongue happily slipped out of her ass and down into her pussy, vengefully ready to eat her creampied hole out in retribution. "The two of you are going to get to know each other a bit more and become friends. Then, if you both care about making me feel good, you'll realize that the key is to work together." And just like that, Ben turned his two flings' fight into the declaration that the only sensible thing to do was a threesome, and as Looma whined in excitement at the feeling of the tongue slithering up her twat, he felt like the insane plan might actually work.

[El Heffe]

Here's a 6teen raffle that I won.

“You ready baby?” Jen murmured.

“Fuck yeah.” Joey grinned. “You sure you wanna do this hear?”

“Of course! Why, is this too kinky for you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Good, then get to work!”

Pulling her bright pink panties aside to expose her hairless, wet pussy Jen lowered herself onto her newest partner's face. Joey's hands immediately moved her her shapely ass, grabbing her firm cheeks and squeezing while his tongue slid into her pussy. He had something of a reputation for his oral skills, and fondness for eating a girl out, among many of his peers and almost immediately Jen could see why. While his tongue darted around inside her pussy to press against every sensitive spot within her cunt his lips pressed against her outer folds in the perfect way to make her entire body quiver. Even in the cramped backseat of her car he was able to make her head spin and breath catch in her throat, she could only imagine what he was capable of in a less confined space. Knowing it probably wasn't necessary but eager to cum as fast as possible Jen reached down and slid her thumb and forefinger over her sensitive nub. Joey's position didn't give him the best access to her clit and she wanted to make sure it got just as much attention as the rest of her vagina. An immediate and gratifying rush of pleasure accompanied the initial flurry brought on by Joey's skills and Jen instantly started to tremble. Her already sopping pussy was practically overflowing and they'd barely started. She quickly moved her fingers in small but deliberate circles over her clit, delighting in the way the pleasure was already starting to mount. It didn't take long for her increasingly clumsy arm to prove useless in teasing her swollen nub.

Pulling her hand away and smiling at Joey's face between her thighs she decided to let him take over completely. She grabbed the headrest of the driver seat with one hand and buried the fingers of her other in his short brown hair. Her head tilted back and she let out a long, satisfied moan. It had been a long day for her and she was beyong thrilled to have a release. Her body was already starting to relax as little ripples of pleasure slowly echoed out to the very tips of her fingers and toes. With any other guy she'd have just pulled out his cock and rode him until they both came but thanks to Joey's talents she could take her time and really savor the experience. Plus if he really did live up to his reputation she'd be more than happy to return the favor. It'd been too long since she swallowed somebody's cock and felt a fresh load of cum on her face. Few people knew quite how much of a slut she was for cum, the handful of men who'd been lucky enough to see definitely weren't in a hurry to give up their spots in her rotating fuck buddy calendar. The ones that had been stupid enough to try and spread those rumors never got to feel her lips wrapped around their dicks again. And jen knew how much they missed that, many of them told her, in their own way, after they'd lost their shot. Maybe he'd be the one to help her change that, if he proved the rumors true anyways.

A bolt of pleasure arcing through her body put an end to any thoughts not focused on the moment and Jen's attention swiftly returned to Joey. Wanting to give him a little something to look at and give herself more pleasure she promptly lifted the edge of her shirt up over her small, perky tits. Yanking her bra down with one hand and hiking up her skirt with the other Jen started playing with her puffy nipples and softly moaning Joey's name. She looked down in time to see his eyes open and feel his grip on her ass tighten. His fingers squeezed and spread her toned cheeks in time with his constantly moving tongue, one or two of them cheekily drifting inwards as he tasted her pussy. And though she could feel him drawing near her tight little asshole Jen didn't bother trying to dissuade him. So long as he wasn't trying to shove a cock in there she had no issue with a little light fingering. In fact his boldness and the continued skill of his tongue only made her pussy wetter and her breathing more ragged. Admittedly some of that might have been the stimulation to her always sensitive nipples.

Jen's breath caught in her throat and she stiffened a moment later as the tip of what felt like his middle finger pressed against her asshole. It was just a bit damp from her gushing pussy and Joey didn't waste a second before rubbing it around her hole. She smiled and gently pushed back against him, her gyrating hips slowly just enough for his digit to find the slightest bit of purchase. The barest tip of his finger wormed it's way inside her ass and she instantly let out a delighted moan. More juices than ever gushed out of her pussy though Joey didn't seem to have any trouble keeping up. His finger slid a little deeper inside her, vanishing up to the first knuckle with one gentle thrust. Suddenly finding her hands too weak to continue playing with hreasts she leaned forward and flattened them against the side window. They both knew full well anyone walking by could see them and while it hadn't really been adressed neither of them gave even the slightest shit about that possibility. In fact Jen was actually a little turned on by the thought of someone she knew spotting her in such a compromising postion. One of her friends would make her quiver, one of her enemies would make her cum.

As his finger continued to push deeper into her ass she could feel his tongue start to move against her g-spot with even more gusto. At first it was only a few passes between wild, sweeping licks but before long he was constantly teasing and coaxing her most sensitive area. And to make things even better his finger was pushing against the thin lining between her holes in the perfect way to add an unexpectedly powerful undercurrent of pleasure to the more wild ecstasy emeanting from her cunt. More and more Jen was starting to wonder why she hadn't ridden Joey's face before now. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream punctuated by soft gasps and barely audible cries of his name. The pleasure had gone beyond 'impressive' and was swiftly approaching 'all consuming'. She didn't even realize how hard her hips were grinding against his face, the motions of her body proving more passionate and lustful than ever before. The kind of orgasm she'd only ever heard about was threatening to overtake her and it couldn't possibly arrive soon enough!

Her heads leapt from the window in a flurry of uncontrollable lust, grabbing either side of his head and holding him in place while she started gyrating harder than she'd ever done before. Her mind was almost completely blank and the few thoughts that managed to pierce the veil of pleasure clouding it were universally focused on his amazing talents. She alternated between breathlessly moaning his name and belting out strings of half finished obscenities while her climax drew nearer. In the heat of the moment Joey's comfort or ability to breath didn't matter in the slightest. So long as his tongue kept moving and his finger remained knuckle deep inside her ass she didn't care one whit about him. The closer she got to her much needed orgasm the harder she grinded against his face, her fingers clutching his head so tightly her knuckles turned white. Both holes clamped down around his intruding finger and tongue and she threw her head back in unbridled ecstasy. As it all started to crash down around her just barely managed to blurt out a warning between encouragements.

“God just like that, just like that!” Jen cried, “I'm gonna cum!”

Pulling his head as hard as she could into her pussy and let out one final gasp Jen's entire body went stiff. A tidal wave of sheer bliss crashed through her body, echoing through every inch of her before rebounding back in a neverending maelstrom. Joey was smart enough to keep his tongue and finger busy while she came and his uninterrupted ministrations only made her climax that much stronger. As the initial burst started to fade a million smaller explosions lit up her body, everything erupting out from her trembling pussy as surely as the juices splattering across Joey's face. Thick streams of arousal gushed into his mouth with some even managing to squirt out of her slit to spray against the walls and seats of the car. At some point her voice returned to her and she started moaning louder and more genuinely than ever before. Had she been even a little cognizant of her surroundings Jen might've noticed several people's heads turning in their direction. But it was probably a good thing for Joey she didn't, he was just barely able to keep up with the seemingly unending stream of fluids gushing out of her pussy as it was! After nearly a full minute of unmitigated ecstasy the pleasure started to wane and some of her higher brain functions began to return. She still didn't have very good control over her body but Jen could remember her own name at least.

“Ohhhhh fuck . . .” Jen panted, her eyes struggling to stay open as she swayed atop Joey's face, “You're . . . you're reeeeeeally good at that!” A muffled laugh and rush of hot air on her sensitive pussy drew her attention back down and Jen let out a little laugh, “Oh right . . . hang on . . .”

With what little strength she had Jen pulled herself off Joey's face and slumped against the window behind her, “Thanks,” Joey grinned, “I guess I don't have to ask how you liked it?”

“Nope! That was everything the rumors said it would be!”

“There are rumors about me now?”

“Oh yeah . . . but your oral skills aren't the only thing we talk about . . .”

Her eyes drifted down his face and onto the impressive bulge straining against his jeans. Joey glanced down at his rock hard cock and chuckled. It was clear from his expression he didn't really think he'd get a chance to use it. Jen bit her lips and smiled, wondering just how she ought to show her gratitude. But before she had a chance to speak he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out what was easily the biggest dick she'd ever seen. Even in her pleasure addled state she knew he was leaps and bound bigger than the other guys she'd fucked. Her jaw hung open in abject shock and stared at his prick like it was the first she'd ever seen. A shiver of anticipation rippled down her spine and her slightly numb pussy started to ache almost immediately. There was no way in hell she could fit that monster inside her mouth. And with anal out of the question, unless she wanted to use a wheelchair for a while anyways, there was only one logical place left. Which just so happened to be the exact spot she wanted his fat cock!

“I think you know what to do next . . .” She murmured, spreading her glistening pussy lips wide open and swallowing, “Why don't you show me what that thing can do?”

“I don't have a condom handy,” Joey remarked, “Is that—”

“Do I look like I give a shit? I want your dick. Right. Now.”

Joey laughed and nodded at her surprisingly vulgar command, “Alright, I hope you can handle it!”

“I don't!”

[Maetch]

I love these Ben 10 smuts for taking advantage of the many lovely alien ladies available. Why would anybody settle for a plain old human like Gwen (cute as she is) when one can have Ester's limitless flexibility, Lucy's ability to be THE girl you've always imagined, or Attea's incredible tongue-work?