Dark Fantasies

by T West

  But Mrs Kleidenspoorg was a powerful lady, and even if he had resisted Sebastian wouldn’t have had much say in the matter, for her sausage-like fingers tightly gripped his erect member from behind. She steadily and firmly began tugging his frustrated tool downwards, milking it like a cow’s teat, as if trying to extract the milk from her newly found animal slave.

  His testicles tightened and his puny body juddered as this nasty bitch pumped his penis enthusiastically and forcefully, milking him for all he was worth. Just as Sebastian thought he had reached the end of this ordeal and was sure he was about to shoot his milk, Mrs Kleidenspoorg suddenly stopped her strokes, and grasped his shaft was clamp-like force. Whilst tightly gripping his aching member, she licked the palm of her other hand, and brought it down with great force upon his exposed pale ass-cheeks, with a smack so loud he was sure the entire university would hear.

  “ This is what you get for being a very naughty boy!” she bellowed behind him, as she again brought her hand down firmly on his snow-white rear. He winced in pain as she continued to spank him faster and faster, the whole while gripping his perverse plonker with near-painful force.

  Just as he thought she was taking this way too far and was about to complain, her spanking stopped, and she also released her grasp on his genitals. He looked over his shoulder to try to figure out what this enraged woman had in store for him, and his eyes widened as he saw her take out a big plastic cock from her satchel.

  But it wasn’t an ordinary dildo; it was attached to a leather harness. The toy itself was about 8 inches long, flesh-colored and realistic looking, with a veiny shaft and big plastic balls.

  “Jeeezus…” Sebastian murmured, as he watched her strap that thing on, still fully clothed in her netball coach’s uniform. She parted his ass-cheeks and spat on his tiny fearful bunghole, before pressing the large bell of the monstrous toy up against his anal opening.

  “Now this is what you get for spying on my girls!” Mrs Kleidenspoorg bellowed, and without warning plunged the entire toy up his tightest sphincter, so deep that he felt the plastic balls bang against his.

  Her sweaty mitts clasped his bum cheeks firmly, and she thrust her hips back and forth, violently impaling his anus and fucking him rampantly. At first it hurt – it hurt a lot. But then something strange happened. The friction of the shiny bell massaging his inner prostate and the combined tantalization of the big balls against his was starting to feel good – really good!

  This punishment (if that’s what it was intended to be), was starting to feel more like a present, and as Augusta made love to his anal bum-hole Sebastian felt his rigid shaft drip pre-cum as it twitched and strained uncontrollably.

  However, just as he was starting to enjoy himself (any hole was a goal, he reminded himself, even his own at this point), he heard the door of the male changing room open behind him. It was the entire netball team!

  They had obviously overhead the rampant love scene coming from the adjacent locker room and come in to see what all the commotion was about. So, to Sebastian’s utter horror and discomfort there he was – getting anally shafted by the nasty Mrs Kleidenspoorg, whilst the hot young girls of the netball team surrounded him and watched intently, just as he had watched them.

  The pleasure he had been feeling soon turned back to embarrassment, as he looked up and saw Taylor Tittsworth right before him, looking into his eyes with curious pleasure at the pegging scene going on in front of her. Next to her was Sandra Johnston and Barbara Bush, also perusing the situation.

  All of this was proving too much for poor Sebastian to take – all he wanted to do in the first place was to get a closer look at his college crush. He hadn’t asked for this. As the dildo slid in and out of his back-door his balls tightened further and his cock gave one final twitch, and he ejaculated – shooting his full load. His spunk shot out like a squirt gun, and jetted through the air, hitting Taylor right in her eye.

  Strangely, Sebastian now felt quite content, for he had achieved something he had wanted to do for a long time. Something that many guys had wanted to do. Albeit in an unconventional manner, he had cum in Taylor Tittsworth’s eye.

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  Steamy Erotica Story 18

  M arie had been driving for a major part of the day. She was on the verge of consuming all the food she had and was running on the last few milliliters of fuel left in her tank. She heaved a large sigh of relief as she saw a rickety old signpost point in a northerly direction, stating: ‘Dary Town, 1 km’. As her car rumbled along the highway, small jagged roofs began to decorate the horizon as the sun shone down upon their glinting tiles. Eager to refill her tank and restock her supplies, she pushed down on the accelerator, arriving on the outskirts of the town.

  However, she slowed down when she noticed something eerie about Dary Town, her car crawling along the dirt roads. As she peered out of the window, incredibly buxom women staggered around the town, a glazed look in their eyes as they stared at her car. Marie immediately felt embarrassed and hugged herself closer to the steering wheel. She was nowhere near a C-cup and would never consider getting cosmetic surgery. Feeling embarrassed, she sped up a little, on the lookout for a petrol station. Several black hoses latched onto hooks with a booth holding them up caught her eye. She pulled up next to a booth and jumped out of her car to fill up.

  While the fuel was being swallowed by her tank, Marie briefly wondered about the women she had seen. Sure, she had seen women in her life who had much larger breasts than her, but the whole town’s population of women seemed to own a pair of very ample breasts. Speaking of the town’s population, where were the men? Ever since she had entered Dary Town, she had not seen one man.

  “Maybe they’re all just in their homes?” Marie wondered out loud.

  Then why are the women out on the streets?

  Marie disconnected the pipe from her tank and put it back on the booth. She fished out some money from her wallet to pay for fuel and food. She was half-expecting to see a man behind the counter, but was instead surprised to see another buxom woman with the same glazed look in her eyes. Feeling the atmosphere of awkwardness intensify, she walked around the store picking up packets and packets of junk to replenish her food supply. When she stepped up to the counter, the buxom woman took her money and gave her a receipt for the food and fuel.

  “Where are the men?” Marie suddenly blurted.

  The cashier looked at her as if Marie had not been standing there all that time. The glazed look in her eyes remained as her eyes penetrated Marie.

  “Don’t go into the barn,” the cashier murmured.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  Marie was confused. What barn?

  “Just don’t go into the barn, okay?” The cashier said, her voice pleading, her eyes glazed.

  Marie said nothing as she scooped up her items and left the cashier. When she looked back, the woman had begun to grab at her own breasts. Mortified, Marie rushed out of the convenience store and into the safety of her car. She locked up her windows and doors and dumped her new food supply all over the shotgun seat. Panting heavily, she fished out her keys and was about to turn the ignition to leave when a sudden tingling feeling overcame her hands. The key was quickly forgotten.

  She watched in horror as her hands began to move as if of their own accord, her hands pulling her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. Her breathing sped up as her hands made contact with her breasts, pinching and squeezing. Marie didn’t mean to moan – her body was reacting positively.

  Her hands quickly left her breasts as they moved to tug at the shorts and panties that guarded what men called ‘Paradise’. She felt her panties clump together with the fluid that was mass producing itself. She nearly cried out in relief and torture as her fingers entered herself, pushing as if searching for something. She bucked into her own hands, quickly catching a wave of pleasure and riding it until she reached a world-shaking orgasm.

  “Jesus, what am I doing?” Marie asked herself out loud
as she came back into reality.

  Still naked, she pulled away from the petrol station and began to search for the barn inadvertently. She drove around, meeting the glazed gazes of buxom women who turned to watch her car bumble past. Worried that they were judging her breasts, she drove faster and turned corners at a faster pace. The buildings around her all looked the same until she turned one last corner and an old disused wooden barn greeted her eyes.

  “So this is the barn she was talking about?” Marie said to herself.

  She began drooling, and felt globules of saliva spatter her thigh as she stared at the barn in front of her. Marie got out of the car and instantly felt the cool breeze kiss her lips down there, and the rest of the breeze follow to sweep across her skin. Naked, save for her shoes, she walked towards the barn, her bubble butt swaying in the air. Her eyes were fixated on the barn, wondering what was inside that had possibly made the town the way it was.

  The closer she neared to the barn, the bigger her breasts began to swell. Surprised, she looked down and saw that her breasts could fill more than just a C cup bra. Happily shocked, she began to run towards the door and threw it open. Light spilled inside and Marie saw dust particles begin to dance as she passed the threshold of the barn and cast her eyes around. There seemed to be no one around here until her eyes landed upon the human being lying at her feet, face down. It appeared to be a male, and she watched him for a while, admiring the smoothness of his buttocks until he flipped himself onto his back and opened his eyes. His eyes were of a deep violet, his lips a blood red. Suddenly, the barn door slammed itself shut, leaving her in darkness. She turned around to tug at the door, but suddenly she felt a hand clutch her arm. Screaming, she was brought down by the strange man and flailed her arms and legs around before she realized that she was now on the pile of hay on the ground. Panting, she looked into the glowing deep violet eyes that stared back at her. Slowly she was overcome with a strange lust and desire to feel the man driving into her. Pools of liquid formed beneath her pussy as she waited for the man to move.

  Wordlessly, she felt his warm fingers slide roughly into her pussy. Her snatch sucked hungrily on the fingers of the man. She grunted as she pushed back onto him, needing to be satisfied. His fingers just weren’t long enough.

  “Go deeper, please,” she screamed as her desire for satisfying sex overcame her logical senses.

  The man removed his fingers. Instead of obeying her command, he began mauling at her swollen breasts. He roughly scratched at her breasts, tweaking at her nipples and making them ferociously hard. Marie screamed again when his mouth began sucking on a large breast. It was a miraculous feat; her breasts had swollen to beyond a D cup; yet his whole mouth could accommodate a breast. It was an amazing feeling that she cherished, until she felt a second mouth accommodating her other cold breast.

  “Who the hell is that?” she yelled.

  No one responded as two mouths sucked on her voluptuous tits. She made no complaint as both of her breasts were serviced. Miraculously, creamy goodness flowed from her luscious melons, and both men gulped down the nourishing protein-filled milk with gusto. She began to scream again, begging for a cock to be in her.

  Someone picked her up and pinned her against a wall. Two hands continued to assault her breasts as someone else’s cock began driving hard and fast up her vaginal walls. A finger was continuously pressing her stimulation button. The amount of pleasurable service she was getting from her breasts and from her pussy was overwhelming. At first it began with small moans, grunts and screams. As the cock in her seemed to drill her impossibly fast, she was stunned into silence, her mouth open wide in an O shape.

  Then, as quickly as it happened, the cock pulled out of her and she was thrown onto the hay. She landed in a heap, but felt herself being dragged across the scratchy hay.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” she asked.

  Again, no one responded as someone sat her up into a sitting position. A long tool shoved itself down her throat as she felt the pre-cum of the cock drip onto her tongue. Marie eagerly sucked as the cock shoved itself repeatedly into her throat. Someone else was still servicing her breasts; only this time a cock thrust itself repeatedly between her breasts as she held them. Her pussy burned with both pain and incessant need as she felt the cocks continually assault her.

  Just as she thought it would never end, somebody threw her back into the hay and somebody else repositioned her such that she was on all fours. Somebody mounted her and began the same impossibly fast drilling speed. Her breasts bounced back and forth painfully as the force of the impact was too much to bear. Somebody turned on the lights and she turned around to see the violet-eyed man grunting to himself.

  “Okay, fun’s over,” a voice announced.

  Marie looked up to find the source of the voice, and was surprised to find no one else in the barn, but the man who was still pumping into her. She was also surprised to see a whole row of strange mechanical cows mooing and stomping their feet in front of her. The man behind her suddenly stopped pumping.

  She further studied the cows and realized that there were two long upright sticks attached to them. Her eyes widened as she neared her orgasm but was sorely disappointed by the man dismounting.

  “Please let me get to my high,” she begged.

  The man said nothing as he shoved a cowboy hat onto her head and tied a thick length of rope around her neck. The rest of the rope extended such that it found a place between her breasts and was tied across her stomach. Effortlessly, the man suddenly lifted her and placed her on top of one of the sticks.

  “You’ll get to your high soon,” the deep voice said over what appeared to be an intercom.

  Marie whimpered as she felt highly uncomfortable with a stick up her anal hole. She was getting no pleasure from either the man or the cow and began to scream in frustration.

  “Be patient, bitch,” the voice said.

  Her breasts swelled a little as the sticks seemed to come alive. They began to vibrate at a slow pace within her. She elicited a scream that spoke of pain and pleasure, her hips bucking a little back and forth.

  The vibration speed picked up along with her high, coming close to an orgasm. Just as she was about to cum, she was pulled off the cow and was re-mounted by the man in the barn, who had been watching her with an intense gaze. The man had also been about to cum, his breathing becoming shorter and Marie felt his nuts swell with more ferocity that she had ever known before.

  She screamed as they both came together, his seed gushing into her, her body convulsing in pure pleasure. Marie collapsed onto the floor as the excess seed flowed out of her. Her last memory of the barn was of someone cleaning up the mess her pussy left behind.

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  Marie woke up in her car, fully clothed and her newly replenished food supplies still on the shotgun seat. She looked out of the windshield and saw no barn but a boring plateau of the sea of swaying yellow grass. Had the barn been a dream? She had cum on her own hands and had probably fallen asleep at the wheel. She looked down at her breasts, and saw that they were still the embarrassingly small mounds that barely stood out under her shirt. Frowning, she started up the engine and turned around, heading out of Dary Town. She continued on her journey.

  Along the highway, she kept thinking about what had transpired in the barn. It had been so amazing for her. She swore that her snatch still tingled from the rough penetration she had received. Somewhere along the highway, there was a small path that she turned onto, and it was here that she stopped the car. She tugged her shorts and panties down once again, unsure of whether whatever had happened in the barn had happened for sure.

  She felt around her pussy with her fingers, finding no trace of the seed that had once been dripping down her thighs. Her pussy tingled slightly with pain and pleasure, but she could not remember if it was from what had happened in the barn, or what had happened when she was still at the petrol station. Concerned but unable to find any more clues, she tugged her panties
and shorts on, and pulled out of the small path, continuing on her way to a new life in a new city.

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  One month later, in a rundown bedroom.

  “Oh my god Marcus, you’re so good!” Marie panted, her hips thrusting back and forth in time with his pumps.

  “You’re really tight, too… oh baby!” he cried, pumping even faster in her as he held her small, pert breasts.

  They continued to ferociously fuck each other in this manner for at least another two hours before they both came at the same time, her growling and him groaning and his seed gushing forth into her. The bed springs stopped creaking.

  “You’re a really good fuck, Marie,” Marcus puffed.

  “We were making love, but still fucking each other,” Marie quipped, stroking his softening cock.

  Marcus turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, facing Marie. His soft blue eyes stared into Marie’s own brown orbs, his eyes shining with admiration and lust.

  “Can you take a pregnancy test?” he asked her.

  Marie laughed.

  “I’ve only fucked you what, like three times this week. I won’t have gotten pregnant, stupid.”

  Marie continued to smile until he roughly grabbed her wrist and pushed her down. Her eyes looked down at his cock, and saw that he had re-hardened.

  “Take one,” he said, lustily.

  “Playing bondage games now, are we?” she said teasingly as he grabbed both of her wrists and forced them above her head.

  He said nothing as he licked at her nipples, his tongue flicking in and out at them like they were his last food source on Earth. Marie groaned, and they engaged in rough sex all over again.

  In the morning, Marie woke up early and went to the drugstore, grabbing a pregnancy test kit. Instead of heading back to Marcus’s, she went back to her own house. For some reason, she was nervous. What Marcus had said bothered her intensely. Sure, they had only started having sex with each other this week, but it was possible that he may have gotten her pregnant. But it was only one week…