Stacey may have been a strict lesbian, but her sweet honey pot had no such qualms about guys, hugging my cock on all sides with loving affection as if it had yearned for a man its whole life. I pulled back until the ridge of my cock head appeared briefly like it was surfacing for air and then plunged my entire length back into the sleeping girl, our bodies meeting with a satisfying slapping sound. I heard Stacey moan very quietly before going silent again and then began steadily pistoning my shaft in and out of her slit.
I grabbed on to her hips again to hold her in place better, pulling her body back on to my waiting erection, and meeting her with a forceful thrust each time. Her pussy felt even better than the ‘divine’ I had expected, it was somewhere beyond perfect. Tight and wet, it clenched at me as if hungry for the sperm that Stacey had thus far denied it. I slowed my pace to make myself last longer, she felt so good I could have fucked her forever.
Tasha stood, seemingly having regained some strength after her orgasms and reached around the front of Stacey’s thigh and between her legs, placing a finger on the unconscious girl’s clit.
“Imagine how she’d feel if she knew she came with a big cock inside her,” Tasha said.
Tasha clearly knew exactly the right way to touch a woman because it wasn’t long before Stacey uttered several high-pitched yips and a small flood of her pussy juices gushed out, drenching my balls as her hips bucked and swayed. Her pussy convulsed around my thrusting thickness, feeling like it was milking me. I couldn’t believe I was the one lucky enough to give Stacey’s pussy what it so clearly wanted.
I could sense I was perilously close to cumming by this stage and was desperate for that release. Tasha removed her hand from between Stacey’s legs with a smug smile and I leaned forward, putting more of my weight on the unaware girl, flattening her out on the bed with me on top, my dick still inside her.
I straddled her with my knees on either side of her upper thighs and reached around her neck with my left arm, placing my hand on her right shoulder so I could hold her in place while I fucked her as hard as I could. I slipped my right hand up the front of her cheerleading uniform shirt until I found her small breast, she had either taken off or entirely neglected to wear a bra and her nipple was exposed to my exploring fingers.
I pinched it hard as I gripped her shoulder with my other hand and forced my cock into her depths with all the strength I could muster, pulling her downwards against the invading male presence. Again Stacey began struggling against my deep fucking, but the sleeping pill was far too powerful for her, affecting her strength and coordination to such a degree that she was unable to expel my cock from her most private area even one tiny little bit.
At last I pulled backwards from the struggling girl’s extreme depths and slammed it home again, almost as deep, her firm ass wobbled with the impact and I began to roll her nipple between my finger and thumb still under her shirt. With the knowledge that I was on the home stretch of this fucking session I began fucking the brunette cheerleader as hard and fast as I could while my beautiful blonde girlfriend watched.
A fuzzy sensation of pleasure began to manifest itself right at the tip of my cock and grew with each thrust into Stacey’s forbidden depths, her first internal cumbath was mere moments away. I groaned and pushed my cock into the deepest regions of her love tunnel again, sending my sperm as far inside her as I could possibly manage when a torrent of cum erupted from my swollen cock head.
I could hardly believe the amount of semen I could feel pumping into the sleeping girl given how much Tasha had made me cum so recently but there was no denying the reality, Stacey’s cock-starved pussy had milked me good. My thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as I twitched to the ebb and flow of my orgasm until the pleasure faded away and I was left with a wonderful afterglow and a passed out cheerleader full of my sperm and still pinned down by my cock.
Finally I collapsed on top of the teen girl underneath me and caught my breath while gently playing with her now erect nipple. I looked over at Tasha, who was looking at the whole scene with what could only be described as hunger in her eyes.
“I want that cum, Stefan, roll her over!”
Slightly perplexed, I did as Tasha asked, first pulling my dick out of Stacey, who was no longer struggling and instead looked like she was peacefully resting. With Stacey on her back, Tasha pulled the sleeping girl’s underwear the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them to me before spreading her team-mate’s legs until the newly-fucked and cum-drenched slit parted before our eyes.
“You might as well keep those, it’ll be an interesting walk home for her tomorrow with such a short skirt and no panties.”
With that blunt summary of Stacey’s future, Tasha bent her head down and right there in front of me was essentially the very scene I had daydreamed about earlier when Tasha had first told me about Stacey’s repeated attempts at seduction. Tasha’s mouth surrounded Stacey’s entrance and I could see her tongue working, lapping up the cream pie I had left there. The brunette girl didn’t move a muscle, I guessed that Tasha’s tongue was a lot more gentle than I had been.
Tasha was in the same position Stacey had been at first, head down and ass up, so I flipped her cheerleader skirt over her back and sat on the bed behind her, admiring her pussy. Everywhere between her legs was essentially smeared with the combined floods of the two orgasms she’d just had. I couldn’t fuck again so soon, but I also couldn’t bear the thought of not tasting Tasha’s sweet honey so I leaned forward and gently licked along the length of her exposed sex.
I continued licking Tasha until she had apparently extracted every last drop of my cum from Stacey’s pussy and she sat back on her own feet, still between the sleeping girl’s legs. When she turned to look at me she had a dribble of my creamy semen coming out of the corner of her mouth and reaching down to her chin. God damn she looked sexy.
“These sleeping pills are fantastic, aren’t they Stefan?”
“That’s a… uh… what do you call it… understatement?”
Tasha smiled and then lay down on her bed beside her sleeping team-mate, slipping an arm around her almost tenderly.
“I’m going to try to get some shut-eye myself, Sleeping Beauty here is going to wake up in the middle of the night and want me to make good on my end of the bargain. If she goes down on me like she did before, I’ve got no problem with that! You better make yourself scarce and I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”
I stood and began to make my way towards my discarded pile of clothes when Tasha piped up.
“Wait! Come here.”
I walked next to the bed on the side Tasha was on and she gently cupped my balls and guided my semi-hard cock to her mouth, giving it a big kiss and taking it past her lips, cleaning most of mine and Stacey’s combined sex fluids off. When she was done, she gave me a big smile and a wink, which I returned.
With my clothes gathered, I went to Tasha’s bedroom door and looked back just one last time at the pair of sleepy teen cheerleaders. I never could have imagined my year as a foreign exchange student would be so perfect.
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Fisted by the Returns Fairy
Description
Lucy finds out first hand why her local li
brary has such a low overdue-books rate.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Paranormal, Fisting, Magic, Dubious Consent
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You know how sometimes when you’re dreaming you hear things that are going on around you in the waking-world and those sounds get incorporated into your dreams? Last night that happened to me. I dreamed I was back in my parents’ house where I grew up and it was Christmas Eve. Santa Claus had lost control of his sled with all the reindeer and he was flying round and around my house with his jingle bells tinkling.
Santa didn’t seem to be too bothered by the delay, he was holding on to the reins with one hand as if he was a cowboy in a rodeo, wind-milling his other arm around like he was doing an Elvis impersonation. I stood at my window, in the dream, laughing and clapping, asking him to throw me some presents. Something was wrong though, Santa was laughing but he wasn’t saying ‘HO, HO, HO’ he was saying ‘Tee hee hee, tee hee hee’.
I frowned and that’s when I felt myself slipping out of the dream, the flying Santa scene faded away, but the sound of tinkling bells remained. I still had my eyes closed but I found I couldn’t get back to sleep. Those damn bells, what time was it anyway? I felt so tired, it couldn’t possibly be morning yet, could it? Light was shining through my eyelids, surely I hadn’t slept through my alarm? I never had before, and at this time of year the alarm was set for slightly before sunrise.
“Tee hee hee.”
The giggle of a schoolgirl uttered with the low tones of a grown man had my eyes open in a flash. In an instant I could see that it was still dark outside but there was an eerie green light coming from inside my room, over in the corner. Without moving I couldn’t see the source of the light because my covers had bunched up near my face. With a gulp I reached out with both hands and flattened my blankets.
In the corner of my room was a man in a tutu glowing with a supernatural light. Just peeking out from behind his back I could see a pair of fairy wings just like the kind included in children’s fairy costumes for Halloween. Like I said, they only just peeked out from either side, he was a big guy. The tutu may have been pink or white, it was hard to tell in that strange green light, but it was clearly several sizes too small for him, the delicate fabric strained against his large body, covering only a small fraction of his surface area. In his hand was a wand. I could tell it was a wand because of the star shape on the end, again it looked like something from a children’s Halloween costume.
The only thing stopping me from screaming at that point was the spooky green light the man seemed to be glowing with. I couldn’t see any particular point of illumination, he just radiated it from everywhere. Because of that, I was sure I was still dreaming rather than trapped in my room with a psychopath. The man looked slightly jittery, as if he was excited about something and was waiting for me to speak.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m The Returns Fairy of course! Tee hee hee!”
“The Returns Fairy?”
“Yes! I work for the library. When you borrowed your last lot of books did you see those posters up boasting about the library’s record-low levels of overdue books? That’s because of me!”
“You drive out and bring the books back?”
“No, don’t be silly! I fly out and finger the ever-loving bejesus out of anybody who doesn’t return their books on time. Tee hee hee! Nobody forgets to bring their books back anymore and the library staff couldn’t be happier!”
The man did a little dance and the tinkling of bells became momentarily louder until he stopped. This was a fucking weird dream and I’d had enough. I pinched my arm, hard. Holy fuck did that hurt. My heart beat harder in my chest, I really was trapped in my room with a psychopath. I glanced at my bedroom door, slightly ajar, and where the man was standing. Could I make it? I had to try. I swept the covers aside and bolted for the door in a panic.
“Ba-DOOSH!”
The man who called himself The Returns Fairy pointed his wand at the bed and before I knew it my own sheets had entangled my arms and legs like cotton tentacles and dragged me backwards until the mattress hit the back of my knees and I collapsed on to the soft surface. My sheets continued to tug and pull, repositioning me until I was spread out like a starfish on my bed, my short nightie doing nothing to hide my pussy from his amused, and slightly hungry, gaze.
I struggled against my soft but inescapable bonds, my mind still not quite believing that this could be happening. The Returns Fairy walked to the bottom of my bed where he could get a better view of my exposed sex and I could see his giant cock swinging below the frilly hem of his tutu skirt. My eyes widened in fear and he noticed where I was looking.
“Hey, have a bit of decency, I can’t help it, it’s just the uniform we have to wear.”
I screamed for help, a bloodcurdling yell I hoped the neighbours would hear, it was terrifying where this seemed to be heading, what was he going to do to me? The Returns Fairy rolled his eyes, pointed his wand at me and said ‘Ba-DOOSH!’ With that I was silenced, no sound would come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried.
“Not so fast, sugar, you haven’t paid your fines yet.”
Sugar? Did he call me sugar? I thought only sassy, black, female cops from 1970s TV shows were allowed to use that word to address people. No matter what he was, he was clearly none of those things. I continued struggling ineffectually against my traitor sheets while The Returns Fairy reached behind his back and pulled a tablet PC out of god only knows where, there were no secret pockets on that damn tutu, that’s for sure.
“Let me explain the system for you, as I can see you’re a first time offender. Basically, I use one finger per book you have overdue, it’s very simple. So let’s see what we’re working with here.”
He let go of the tablet PC and it floated in the air in front of him, he tapped it with his plastic-looking-little-girl-star-wand and waited for a moment. One moment turned into several moments and he looked at me apologetically.
“Sorry, the system is running a bit slow today. Ah, here we go. Five books! Five, Lucy! For shame.”
The Returns Fairy tapped the tablet PC with his wand again and it flew behind his back and out of sight. He looked at me and cracked the knuckles on one hand before climbing on to the bed between my legs.
“I’m going to let you speak again. You can scream if you want, but nobody will hear you. It’s like we’re in space. Tee hee hee!”
He pointed the wand at me, said ‘Ba-DOOSH!’ and I found I had my voice back.
“Please don’t touch me! I’m sorry! I’ll take my books back tomorrow… NO! I’ll take them back right fucking now, just please don’t touch me!”
“It’s too late, Lucy, company policy.”
He swapped his wand to his left hand and tapped the fingers of his right with it. Immediately a thick clear jelly-like substance materialised out of thin air and began oozing over his entire hand. He glanced at me and saw my wide-mouthed surprise.
“Fairy lubricant. You didn’t think this was going to be a dry fingering did you? I work for the library, not the IRS. “
The Returns Fairy let go of his wand, which remained hovering in mid-air like his tablet PC had done, and began to caress my inner thigh with his left, un-lubed, hand. I squirmed away as best I could, repulsed by his unwanted physical contact. He sighed.
“A little help, guys?”
The bastard, turncoat sheets tightened their grip and I was stretched out wide, completely open to all The Return Fairy’s advances. He placed his hand back on my inner thigh and I was now unable to move away in the slightest, I was completely at his mercy. His fingers traced up my leg towards were my pussy waited, undefended, and pushed my nightie up until it was bunched around my waist.
He whistled in admiration.
“I gotta say, Lucy, I see some real horror stories in my
line of work, but you have got a beautiful pussy.”
I blushed at the unexpected compliment from this strange being between my legs. I’d always secretly thought that my pussy was one of my best assets, a pity it was considered bad form to mention it in job interviews, I bet I’d have landed a much better position if I could. The Returns Fairy ran his hand downwards over my landing-strip pubic hair and placed his first two fingers in an upside-down ‘V’ on either side of my slit before spreading those fingers and opening my pussy.
I blushed even deeper when I realised that my hips were acting almost with a mind of their own, trying to push my clit upwards into his palm, but without success. His fairy-lubed hand moved towards my spread pussy with one finger extended as if accusing my honey pot of some heinous crime. I gasped when his digit made contact, it was buzzing like my favourite vibrator, and twitched involuntarily, though my sheets held me more or less in position.
He pushed his accusatory finger forwards and my pussy lips parted to accept it like an old friend, made all the more easy with that fairy lubricant. He twisted his finger inside me as he inserted it until the palm of his hand was facing upwards. At last, I felt his hand against me and his finger was all the way inside, vibrating away.
With his thumb, also humming like the silver bullet I had buried in my underwear drawer, he gently massaged my clit, making it slippery with fairy lubricant and sending tingles of shameful pleasure into my body. I was so confused, I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want this… but it felt so good and my body was as treacherous as my sheets, pushing upwards against his thumb, grinding my clit against him.
A moan escaped my lips and I clamped my mouth shut against it, I couldn’t let him know that I liked what he was doing. It was no use though, he continued his manipulations of my pussy but looked up into my eyes.
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