Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Her shadow was thrown up upon the craggy grey walls of her ancient surroundings by the small log fire that burned away in the far corner, the red ashes glowing ominously. The Queen of the Cave was strong, and she bent Angelica over the boulder, pulling up her scientist’s uniform, revealing the snow-white fleshy mounds of her buttocks that shimmered in the firelight like two smooth globes.

  Angelica was shocked, frightened, but as she closed her eyes she also felt deeply aroused, for this was the kind of rough, kinky play that Jack and her had partaken in many years ago before his untimely demise. She felt her butt-cheeks clench up and she pictured Jack - she knew what was coming and welcomed it.

  The Queen of the Cave’s hand struck down upon Angelica’s ass-cheeks with great force; her open-palmed slap causing the smooth flesh of her perfect ass to ripple like a skimmed pebble and creating an audible ‘thwack’ to echo and rebound off the cave walls.

  Feeling her warm snatch starting to juice-up, Angelica pictured Jack, his strong manly hand spanking her like a naughty schoolgirl, making her feel humiliated but also loved and special as they played their naughty games.

  ‘Thwack’ - another slap came down hard and fast. Angelica felt her pussy moistening up greatly as another slap came down, and another, and another - the brutal cavewoman was spanking her for all she was worth! Angelica wondered briefly if this was a regular thing for the Queen of the Cave – perhaps this is what she did to her wild animals before roasting them on the fire and eating them, or perhaps this is what she did to the other cavewomen.

  The spanking stopped, and Angelica opened her eyes in anticipation of what was next. She felt two strong hands on her white thong, and it was pulled down over the tremendous planets of her buttocks that tingled with post-spanked pleasurable sensations. Her ass-cheeks were now bare, exposed like a flasher in the woods for anyone to see, the red flames of the burning fire showing the pink hand-prints that were starting to appear on the uncovered flesh.

  Angelica felt her pussy fully exposed, ready and willing to be touched, as the Queen of the Cave lowered her head and put her nose to the exposed plump labia. ‘Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff.’

  Angelica turned her head slightly and with a feeling of mild embarrassment realized that the cavewoman was sniffing her wet snatch, as if trying to get a really good smell of Angelica’s womanly scent. Looking straight ahead Angelica felt a strong finger brush up against her opening, spreading her lips and beginning to probe its way inside. Her hardening nub glistened and ached as the finger prodded her with no finesse at all, like she was a piece of meat in a butcher’s shop.

  Parting her legs further, her knees grinding on the stony floor, Angelica allowed the finger all the way inside, her love-tunnel clamping down and sucking the finger in as deep as she could. She felt another finger joining it, and both fingers started to probe her, her juices coating the Neanderthal digits. Her pussy juiced-up greatly, and she felt a third finger, and whilst emitting a deep moan Angelica felt a forth finger joining them.

  The Queen of the Cave had all four of her fingers sliding in and out of Angelica’s wanton hole at once. She closed her eyes once more as the cavewoman added her thumb to the mix, and as Angelica found herself getting fisted by this ancient sex-fiend she imagined Jack, his strong muscular frame behind her, his wide-girthed cock penetrating her aggressively, but lovingly. Her slick pussy relaxed fully and allowed the hand inside all the way, up to the wrist.

  It’s a good job watches hadn’t been invented yet , she thought, now moaning loudly and fully enjoying the full-fisted drilling she was receiving. She unbuttoned the front of her uniform and allowed her ripe melons to spill out onto the cold rock before her. The penetrating hand withdrew, leaving her feeling empty and keen for more. Turning round, she saw that the Queen of the Cave was licking her hand, really trying to consume the love-juice that covered her man-sized digits, and tasting every last bit of her.

  Looking down, Angelica noticed that the Queen of the Cave had removed her ragged underwear, and was crouching there in the dim light. Half nude from the waist down, Angelica’s eyes widened as they took in the amazingly hairy muff of her captor – the cave-girls in the previous cave were hairy, but this was something on a whole other level. It was a pussy so bushy that Angelica had to do a double-take to make sure the cavewoman wasn’t wearing black knickers. Thick dark curly hair went up almost as high as her belly-button and formed an ominous dark triangle; the luscious labia of the woman were faintly visible through the forest, and it was in stark contrast to the freshly-shaven snatch of the beautiful scientist.

  The Queen of the Cave lay down on her back, and instinctively Angelica knew what was expected of her. Not only did she feel it was expected of her, but she wanted to do it; it had been quite some time since she’d experienced anything as horny as this, and she wanted it just as badly as the simple-minded female brute. Clambering aboard, Angelica swung her generous thigh over the face of the lying cave woman, and lowered herself down head-to-toe onto her. Both tongues simultaneously darted out and lapped at their respective targets - the Queen of the Cave having an easy job of locating Angelica’s soaking gash as it was completely bare and exposed - her long strong tongue lapping greedily up and down the slick slit.

  Angelica, on the other hand, had a slightly more difficult task. With both hands on the gravelly floor to support her weight, she had the job of locating the ancient hole with just her face – and it wasn’t so easy. Holding her breath, she plunged deep, her face completely consumed by the curly dense bush of the pubic plate. She rummaged around, almost unable to breath for a moment, her nose guiding her to the fishy target. She got lost in the forest, but her strong sense of smell helped her out and it wasn’t long before she found the hairy cup, and began to lick purposefully.

  Both women were intertwined in a time-travelling bundle of eager licking and lapping, their arms and legs caressing and drawing each other nearer as they lay there, keenly tongue-flicking each other’s burning little nubs.

  Just as Angelica felt her looming orgasm boil within her, she felt the strong hands of the Queen of the Cave push her upwards and off. Slightly surprised, Angelica was unsure of why their mutual oral exploring had been cut short. As the shadows on the walls multiplied, it became clear that they were not alone in the cave any more. Looking around, she realized that the other cavewomen from the first cave had found their way, and suddenly a dark feeling crept up from Angelica’s tummy and into her heart. The Queen of the Cave was not fighting the other women away and protecting her territory but instead was inviting them in as if she knew them, and had been expecting them.

  Crouching on her knees in the middle of the dank flickering cave, Angelica awaited her impending fate while the cavewomen circled her, and started to wish that she’d never tried to travel back in time to see Jack; perhaps she should have been grateful and happy to have the memories.

  The Queen of the Cave stood up and joined the four smaller cavewomen, and as Angelica looked up at them she could see that their rags were off too as they all stood there naked from the waist down, their hairy muffs fully exposed. Their grubby hands traced down their hungry stomachs to their furry quims, and began to rummage in their fur-pies, apparently eager to frig themselves in front of their guest.

  Their fingers delved deeper as they self-prodded eagerly, sliding their unwashed digits in and out, masturbating furiously and flicking their swollen clits as they cried out in animalistic passion. The sight was greatly arousing to Angelica, who had always dreamed of being the centerpiece of a male jock bukkake, but as she perused these randy women she found herself feeling as though she was in her own personal paradise.

  Loving the feeling of being frigged over by these grunting hairy mares, Angelica reached down and started to dally in her own wanton snatch, eager to flick herself off and reach her own climax. The view of Angelica masturbating egged the cave women on more, who now started to really frig themselves rampantly, sliding their fingers deep inside to plea
sure their magical spots. It wasn’t long before their grunts turned to loud moans and shrieks as the four smaller women came within seconds of each other, wildly squirting thick ropes of female ejaculate into Angelica’s awaiting face and open mouth.

  The first string of sex-piss got Angelica on the nose, and as it dripped off onto her outstretched tongue the second squirt hit her straight in the left eye, partially blinding her momentarily. She shook her head in an attempt to shake off the warm goo just as the third squirt got her right in the face, blasting her with sticky love-juice. Then the forth came just as Angelica opened her mouth for air, and squirted straight into her open mouth. She swallowed fast in a good attempt to consume as much as she could, but a lot of it overflowed from her lips and splashed onto her melonous cleavage.

  The sheer power of the forth squirt and Angelica’s persistent frigging of her own pussy was too much for her, and she found herself finally reaching her own orgasm, cumming wildly as she thrashed her hips back and forth, grazing her knees on the stony floor.

  She opened her eyes, and through her face-full of female ectoplasm she saw before her the Queen of the Cave. Legs wide apart and her hairy bush right near to Angelica’s awaiting face, the Queen frigged herself furiously, desperate to expel her Neanderthal-goo. She frigged hard and fast, her fingers slipping in and out, rubbing her g-spot, flicking her bean from left to right – and then she came.

  Opening her mouth and crying out like a jackal, the Queen of the Cave withdrew her fingers from her bushy plate and released a bucketful of squirt so thick and voluminous that the other cave women felt slightly inadequate in comparison. It shot out like a cannonball of cum, a bucketful of see-through juice, right into Angelica’s face, splashing all around her, with little bits spraying off and splashing the viewing circle of cavewomen.

  Angelica sat there for a moment, her eyes closed, allowing the full facial she had received to drip down her face and onto her lap. After a couple of seconds she was able to wipe the remaining squirt away from her eyes, and open them, blinking as her vision recovered and a warm smile decorated her soaked lips.

  “Ooga booga,” she said to her new found friends. They responded warmly, playfully dancing about on the spot and clapping their hands in joy.

  “Ooga booga! Ooga booga!” The five cave woman said, agreeing with the brave female scientist. Angelica rose to her feet and joined in the clapping and dancing, as all six woman skipped around the fire and sang in unison. “Ooga booga! Ooga booga! Ooga booga! Ooga booga!”

  For that moment Angelica completely forgot about Jack and her whole purpose of time travel in the first place. She was completely caught up in the moment - perhaps it was the potency of the female squirt, but she felt truly happy and alive. She would return to her Time Pod tomorrow and journey home, but as the sun set over the stony surroundings, she knew she had a nice warm place to crash, and a furry pillow on which to lay her head that night.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 11

  N obody actually breaks up anymore, Jessica Halley thought as she turned the key in her Jeep and slid out into the hot parking lot. Tommy was an idiot, sure, but he’d been her idiot for a minute there. They’d gone out in groups for about a month before they first hooked up. Nothing too serious, just a lot of making out, but eventually Tommy asked her to get dinner on a night when everyone else bailed. Suddenly they’d seemed monogamous. Jess was still a virgin, sure, but she wasn’t a prude. Her preservation of that last barrier wasn’t for lack of desire, she just hadn’t seen the need to rush it. She was more than capable of taking matters into her own hand, so to speak, and her imagination was a fertile ground full of dark fantasies. The internet helped too. She’d gotten into the habit of curling up most nights before bed with her laptop and a favorite site pulled up. Her fetishes changed, but the commonality was kink in general. If she saw something that caught her eye, whether because she didn’t know the term or the picture looked crazy, she’d stop and click. Sometimes it was a warm tingle, sometimes it was a pass. The net result, though, was a good girl with a naughty set of fantasies.

  She’d always been a little research-obsessive. Hell, the Jeep she’d gotten as a graduation gift from her mom had been a year of research into exactly what vehicle would be perfect for her needs. Her college choice, though close to home, was meticulously checked against comparable programs. Even Tommy was vetted. His sister Lyndsay was a friend, and Jess had been strongly considering letting Tommy be the one to finally take her flower. Any teen boy would have had a high sex drive, but Jess knew from Lyndsay that he’d been a little bit of a weird kid. She’d started to plan out a mind-blowing little weekend for her and Tom, full of some of what she thought of as her ‘less-kinkies’. She had hoped maybe eventually, he’d let her explore some of her wilder ideas.

  Instead, they lasted about a month, just long enough for their friends to start considering them an expected pair. Then, just like they had rolled into coupledom without much discussion, they rolled back out. Jessica had heard that Tommy had been hanging out with some bitch named Brittney. A few soap opera phone calls later, and it was confirmed. Her Tommy - who had assured her he would wait, that they would go at her pace - had been tiding himself over by fucking some whore who probably wouldn’t want to do half the stuff Jessica wanted to try. Eventually. Boys, she decided, were dumber than shit.

  Jess was glad she wasn’t the kind of girl who cried over these things. It made it easier to call Tommy out on his indiscretion. He never even denied it. Tommy who had been: “Oh no, babe, I want this to be perfect for you, you guide me,” was now: “A man’s got needs, babe.” She had nearly thrown her cell across the room then, but controlled herself until he said, “So I guess I’ll call you sometime. Talk to you later,” and hung up. No closure, no ‘we’re done’ break up speech. He just downgraded her from monogamous relationship to acquaintance in one tossed-off phrase. She gripped her phone until her knuckles were white. She was mad at Brittney, mad at Tommy, mad at relationships in general. Mad at herself, for putting importance on virginity and honesty in relationships when nobody else did. For holding out for some perfect space where she could trust and try things. If there just wasn’t going to be trust in relationships (at least until the guy matured, if that even happened), she’d have to come up with another way to get her itches scratched. She laughed a surprising snort at the irony of Tommy dumping her for some whore when, if he knew half the things she thought of when she was alone in the bath, he’d be knocking down her door to be part of it.

  Her new cell rang, and she thought for a second maybe it was him. No tears, but her anger was still at a boiling point. Embarrassment and rejection are a potent mix in a young girl.

  It was her mom on the phone. Jess answered as she fished for the apartment key on her ring. “What’s up, mom?”

  “Hey gurl.” Her mom’s insistence on being besties had irked her as a kid, but now that Jessica was college age, it was becoming a more tolerable friendship. “How you doing today? Tommy call?”

  “Yeah... I mean no. He hasn’t called. I’m fine.”

  “Well, I’ll say it again. It’s his loss.”

  “Mom, seriously, stop. I don’t want to do this right now.”

  Her mother moved from concerned to exasperated without missing a beat. “You need to move on from that idiot. Tommy’s just like all the boys your age. I remember. They’ve got one thing on their minds...”

  “Sex, mom. I know. No offense, but it’s on my mind too!”

  “You’re still a virgin though, right?”

  “Jesus, mom. Yes. That’s why Tommy went with that skank.”

  “Jessica, listen to me. You are a grown woman in control of your body. If you want to have sex --”

  “Mom, please.”

  “If you want to have sex, you do it. But on your terms. Opening your legs just to make a man stay is not a plan. Sex is an empowerment.”

  “Oh my fucking god, mom!”

  “I’m just say
ing, you can do better.”

  “So could you. Steve’s fucking worthless.”

  “Hey, I’m not trying to keep him, he just stays. Besides, Steve may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s amusing and harmless. I figure I’ll get a lawyer and wind this down in the next year. I just want to make sure I’ve got my ducks in a row.” Steve had been her mom’s midlife crisis marriage. Jessica’s father, rest his soul, had died in a car accident when she was three. It had just been the girls for years after that, but when Jessica reached 16 and started driving herself and working a part-time job, her mom had finally ventured back out into dating. She was still a catch, not yet 40. She went out on the prowl and found Steve, a lean and muscular contractor who worked on a neighbor’s pool. After a few afternoons flirting across the fence, Ms. Halley had invited him over for a glass of wine one evening. Things lead to the bedroom and before Jessica knew what was happening Steve had moved in. Wedding bells rang. It was a whirlwind, but mom was happy for a while. Three years later, and the shine had worn off.

  “Mom, he’s the dumbest adult I know. For real. I don’t see why you don’t divorce him.”

  Her mom paused and let out a long sigh. She was smoking again, Jess could hear it. “Yeah. I know. But he’s my problem, I’ll deal with him in my own time.” Another exhale.

  “Mom, are you having a cigarette?”

  “What?” There was a scramble on the other end of the phone more suited to a teen than a mother and Jessica shook her head silently.

  “Come on, Mom. I thought you’d quit.”

  “Oh hush,” her mom replied.

  Jessica crooked the phone in her neck and started to move the laundry hamper off her bed. “Alright mom, kill yourself if you want. I’ve got to wash some clothes. Talk later?”