by Ella Hilton
When she finally reached his pubic area, she wrapped his erection in her delicate fingers, stroking it lovingly. She sat up, letting her hair tickle his testicles and his smooth, hard erection. She bent down to lick off the small drop of precum from its tip. She looked him in the eyes as she engulfed his shaft with her lips. Her tongue circled his glans, feeling its smoothness, gently probing the small slit at the top, then it slid down the back of his pole as she took his entire shaft down her throat. He groaned out his pleasure as her throat tightened around his erection, a spasm jerking his pole.
She drew her luscious lips over his pole, now wet with her saliva, then turned around and straddled him, never letting his erection escape her mouth. She could feel his hot breath on her soaking labia. His hands reached around her and pulled her close, squeezing her bottom cheeks in his hands. He pushed his tongue as far as he could into her while she took his entire shaft down her throat again and again. Finally he could take no more, and pushed her off. He wanted to come inside her.
He turned her around and sat her on his torso, straddling him. She had her hands on his chest, her hair fell around her face, smiling down at him. She slid her wetness down him until she could feel his hardness poking in her bottom. She reached around and guided him to her waiting opening, taking him in. He felt her entire body pulling him inside her, her head arched back and a guttural groan escaped them both as she engulfed him like a sheath, until their pubic bones were grinding together.
Her back was arching, her pelvis moving back and forth, trying to take all of him inside her and more. He pushed up into her, trying to reach the same goal.
They looked each other in the eyes, their hands on each other's chests, panting, moaning, breathing, groaning, straining. Their bodies sliding together, mingling, binding, blending, merging into one.
Then they exploded together, lights flashing, sparkling, dizzying, blinding, deafening.
Then they lay silent, side by side, panting and caressing, sweat covering their entwined bodies, and they were kissing again, gently nipping each other with lips and teeth, until finally sleep engulfed them. Peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The End.
More
The sounds came in dizzying waves. Voices rising and falling – swelling and ebbing like the tide at dawn's break. Nothing made sense but the crooning voice of the man who had brought her to this place – to her surprise.
"Relax, my pet… I have a gift for you. Something you've always wanted… always dreamt of, but were too nervous to actually live. Tonight, you will live fully – tonight, you will give all of yourself to me."
Arms and legs caressed by thick, soft cotton – held tight against the wooden legs of a padded bench. A heavy black leather blindfold took her sight completely. Slowly, the thin dress was cut from her body. She could feel the sensuous slide of the steel blade dancing carefully over awakened flesh as the cloth dropped to the floor like a snake shedding its skin.
"Can you hear them, puss? Listen closely. How many, hmm? How many men see your body in all its splendid nakedness? Four… five… six? Can they see how your flesh quakes and shivers in anticipation, the slick coating of your inner thighs? Think about it, pet. All these men… just for you."
She gasped, finding the murmurs swelling… growing stronger, wanting to know just how many eyes were trained on an open cunt, dangling breasts. Was he telling her the truth? Were there really others here to touch and use her body as she was born to be used? Or was it some sort of elaborate mind-fuck set up to steal her imagination and send her into billows of fear mixed with wild excitement?
The first touch was warm and familiar – Master's touch. Relaxing softly under the intimate warmth sliding over the silk of bare flesh. Ardent lips settling at that warm seam between hip and thigh, soft licks, gentle breath.
Gradually, the touch seemed to spread… grow. Gentle strokes teasing over pebbled flesh, sinking through the velvet skin, tantalizing indulgence. Her breath an echo through the air – calling the graze of lips and tongue. And the first thrust stole her mind.
Deeply implanted within the sucking strength of warm cunt, the cock moved in gentle force – driving deeper into her wet, willing body. Master's whisper at her ear, whispering how lovely she looked with so many hands and lips trailing her form, and a stranger between her thighs.
She gasped, reality burying itself within her mind… Master and protector cooing into her ear as the penis of a stranger pressed deeply into wet velvet – constricting cunt. Easy pressure at sweetly parted lips, as the satin flesh of a turgid cock smeared a wet tip over glistening lips. A single thrust sending the manhood – a faceless glove of silk over iron – deeply into the cove of curled tongue and warm palate.
She should feel shame. She should cry at the way her body was simply being used as a warm and wet place to masturbate these cocks moving into her over and over. But she didn't. Sweet lord, she didn't.
"Yes… good girl," his voice a warm purr against her ear as the rhythm quickened, "so fucking beautiful. Don't you feel it, pet? Can't you feel how excited they are to have the honor of taking my sweet slut's body for their own – even for a moment. Yes, that's it – fuck them my whore, show them just how needy and hungry you are."
Joy danced through her veins as the grunts merged and sung through her soul as they thrust and drove deeply… forcefully… into mouth and cunt. Hands gripped her hips – bruising pressure. Glorious explosion, salty jets of thick white coating her tongue – glazing her throat, as she swallowed deeply, convulsively. Drinking down the heavy semen greedily, hungrily – filling the long tunnel of a wildly working throat with the clinging seed of a man she didn't know.
A spotlight trained on the woman tied to the bench in the middle of the floor, revealing every freckle, every dimple. Withdrawal. Heavy white clinging to the corner of her mouth… foamy and sparkling like spun silver in the bright light.
"Yes, my slut, lick it away, taste his cum." Master's voice… low… compelling. "Another, sweet pet? Do you want… more?" His fingers slid along the base of her neck then tightened slowly around the slenderness of her throat. Sweet pressure, hot lust.
"More?? Please?" Sticky lips, raw voice. "Master? Pleaaseee? Moreeeeeeeee?"
He smiled.
The End.
Another World
We had been lost for about three hours now. And as was always the case between Lynn and I we had been squabbling and snarling at each other the entire time. It was a toss up in regards to which of us hated the other the most.
She kept ranting on that I was a redneck country boonies hic, and wasn't I supposed to be able to read the moss or something and figure out where the hell we were?
I retaliated by pointing out that if she hadn't gotten scared by a fucking harmless bloody woodchuck and gone crashing off away from the clearly marked trail, causing me in my saintly concern to chase after her, we'd be safely back at the camp site with our firewood eating smores.
"Chocolate is bad for the skin." She'd retorted snottily. "And this just proves I run faster then you!"
"Hah!" I'd retorted inelegantly, and briefly entertained the idea of hip checking her into that tempting patch of poison icy we were passing by.
Then I pictured being lost in the woods with the rich bitch from hell, and her covered head to toe in poison ivy, itchy rash, and hastily steered her safely away.
"Only thing it proves is that you're fucking deaf. In three miles of running like a moron, you never once heard me screaming at the top of my lungs, it's just a wood chuck?"
"What's a wood chuck?" She snapped.
I gaped at her speechlessly for a moment. "Augh, kill me now!"
"Quit whining, you're giving me a head ache."
Well, that was the point I lost it. To be honest I was readying myself for the leap at her throat when she made this small, choked, hopeless sound. And leaped back ramming full body into me so hard I tumbled back onto my ass.
"What now!" I snarled in a
rage, rolling to a crouch and rubbing my throbbing butt. I figured it was prolly a fricking hedgehog or something, but still...
"What, did you see a squirrel?" I snarled viciously.
"What is a squirrel?"
"Oh please! You better be kidding me! Whoa! Who the hell are you?"
I took as good of a second look as I could while lunging fierce and frantic back on my feet, with Lynn scrabbling backwards pushing me along with her.
"Quit shoving damn it! And on second thought, what the hell are you?"
It was obviously male, but I was pretty sure it was not from around here!
His eyes were pure silver, with pupils like a cat's eyes but horizontal, rather then vertical.
And he was huge! Over seven feet tall, with shoulders that would have him going through sideways, most of the doors I'd seen.
And you hear about men with thighs the size of a woman's waist? Will here was proof that actually could be true. I eyed Lynn, who was a bit shorter and more delicate then me, having the crazy thought that those thighs might actually be a bit thicker then her waist.
It's not like we don't grow them big here. You get the wrestlers, bouncers, body guards, foot ball players. But this man's massiveness was just flat out wrong. It was alien, for anyone with half an eye to see.
This body was made for, meant for some other place. Some world much different then Earth.
He didn't belong here.
And when those cold, hostile eyes flicked to me, I found myself wishing for someone to beam him up and off to where the hell he did belong!
"Be silent." He growled.
His silver eyes slid back to Lynn again, and then he smiled.
Oh fuck. I desperately wanted to never see that man smile again. And as much as I honestly did loathe Lynn, I still felt bad over being grateful that he was smiling at her and not me.
"I told you I would find you again. You should not have betrayed me."
He smiled at her with a conquers arrogant grin, and I shuddered.
"I'll make you scream for that." He purred to her in dangerous promise.
Now I'm not known for holding silent, nor thinking before I blurt out whatever comes to mind, so what happened next, was kind of inevitable. And when you add in the Irish temper, unavoidable.
"Lynn, do you know this freak?" I demanded.
Those viper eyes flickered back at me.
"I told you to be silent slut." He growled and took a quick step forward to backhand me.
He hit me the way you'd chasten a kitten for nipping too hard, that gentle flick to the nose. Or how you'd gently tap a naughty toddler's rump.
He'd used the barest portion of what only an idiot wouldn't see was formidable strength. If he'd have struck me as he'd have hit what he considered an enemy, or a true threat, I'd have flown thirty feet and been dead of a broken neck before I landed.
But I have issues with anyone, no matter how big, hitting me. Plus I have this Irish temper that I seem able to lose under any circumstances, no matter how, the question begs, are you fucking insane?
And ask anyone who knows me...no impulse control at all. It's a given that in any situation I will act first and then think about the world of ways I went fucked up wrong later.
So when he called me slut, and hit me...
I guess he didn't consider either one of us anything of a threat. He knew Lynn wasn't, and even though I was almost three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, I was still merely just another female to his eyes.
But for all my flaws, which I admit are rather profuse, I have an extremely quick brain.
I'd noticed that he appeared to be normally "male" down there. Couldn't exactly fail to get that considering how tightly the thin fabric of his trousers clung to his lower body.
Hey, I'm a female with normal sex drives, sometimes you notice that stuff, even when freaked, tweaked and totally confused!
So I did this split second considering, contemplating and computing while he ignored me, his eyes totally on Lynn. And then I took a fast step forward and kicked him between the legs as hard as I could!
And bottom line where that matter is concerned, when an athletic young woman wearing steel toed hiking boots connects with the jewels head on, it's going to hurt!
He folded in half and I stepped in and rammed my knee up under his dropping chin, then punched him in the nose.
"Fuck, damn it ouch!" I yowled, never having actually hit anyone before, sucking on my aching hand and jumping around.
The body that crashed down on its back made as much noise as a young oak being sundered in a summer storm.
It made me forget about my stinging fingers and gawk for a moment. "What the hell does that guy weigh?" By this point, I think I'd slipped into loony land. Stupid, unimportant things kept grabbing my attention.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Lynn was hyperventilating. "You just punched out a Kull."
"He hit me first." I whined. "And hey technically I think it was the knee..."
Hey, so that was what he was. I slapped myself literally upside the head and forced my mind out of the dazed shock it wanted to melt comfortably into.
"And why are we still here?" I grabbed her arm. "Come on Miss-faster-then-me...RUN!"
Her eyes flashed up to me, for a moment still filled with hopelessness, then she turned and was off with that sprinter's burst of speed.
I yelped, and took off after her.
Both of us still totally lost in a 400 acre state park.
We just kicked it in, and kicked it on. The fuck where we were, hell with where we were going. Being a sprinter, Lynn was still for the moment ahead of me. And she was flying through the forest, hurdling bushes or just flat out bashing through them so that she fed me with her panic.
I didn't have to waste time asking questions. What ever it was I'd managed to knock out back there, we needed to get far away from it!
We hadn't even been running for five minutes, not even starting to breath hard, either one of us, the sprinter or the cross country runner, when we heard a strange, yodeling howl coming from behind us.
"Holy hell!" I yelped, tripping over a patch of moss when my eyes whipped across to Lynn, who was racing just barely ahead of me. I stagger step ran a dozen yards before I got my feet back under control. No way was I going down with that behind us!
"He's up already!" I tried to yell.
I'd kicked him so hard a human male would have laid there clutching his balls for half an hour!!
"He's Kull!"
"He isn't fucking human!" I tossed back.
"No shit, twit!"
Oh cool, the bitch was back. Lynn was obviously coming out of the shock that had grabbed her when that...person, had appeared.
Or at least she was until we heard the second , answering howl. This one coming from somewhere ahead and to the left of us.
"Oh god!" She gasped out. "They never travel alone! How could I have forgotten that?"
She did her own hip check on me, the instant the trees thinned enough that we could start running to the right, away from the yodeler up ahead of us.
We were both runners.
But Lynn ran sprints. She did the 100 yard dash, the 200, relays for one or the other, sometimes the 400 yard dash if the couch needed to fill an opening.
But she was a sprinter.
My sport was cross country. I did track in the spring mainly to keep in training. I ran the mile, or 800 meters. I wasn't as fast in a quick sprint as Lynn was. But I could run for miles at a decent pace. Lynn couldn't keep up with me when the miles piled on.
So I was still barely winded. Lynn was keeping pace with me, but she was starting to gasp and pant.
And the two Kull were closing the gap. Steadily pulling nearer to us, like two jaws of a trap closing.
"They don't stop yodeling to each other I'm so going to kill them!" I panted to Lynn. "Way to tell us we're lame!" I snarled painfully.
"That
guy was a mountain lion!" I panted. "How can something that big move so fast...and keep moving"
They're Kull!" She gasped, barely able to run and still speak.
I snarled silently to myself. Well hey, I know now what I hate most on God's green fricking earth!
Was amusing to chant to myself "hate Kull, hate Kull" with every stride, but didn't do anything about the fact that the fuckers were gaining on us!
We could hear them now, just barely.
They made almost no sound moving through the woods.
