Twisted World

Hi, my name is CandiMarie. When I turned 15 my sister, Shawntee, had a black lab called Gunner, who was naturally very curious and a horny dog. It was Shawntee in fact who first put the idea of bestiality in my head. She told me about a “cousin” or something that had tripped and fell, while wearing nothing under her skirt. Our cousins dog jumped straight to her and started licking her pussy in front of her entire family. I later found out that the ”cousin”, was actually my other sister Deanna. Mom, Dad, and Shawntee had encouraged and participated in Deanna’s first beastiality experience.

But anyway, that summer Shawntee was away working with dad (keeping his bed warm). Mom worked full time in town, so the dog was alone all day and because after all, Shawntee was my sister, I volunteered to take care of Gunner.

About halfway through the week I was really horny and I decided it was time to make my move. I wore a skirt with no panties so that I had easy access for him. I went around to Shawntee’s house at about noon like I normally did to let the dog out. I let myself in and went to the kitchen where I knew he was. At this point my pussy was soaking wet from the anticipation of what was about to happen.

As soon as I opened the door Gunner ran across the kitchen for a fuss and he could tell instantly that I was horny and wet. His head immediately shot under my skirt and I felt his cold nose on my pussy. Gasping in shock at the cold on such a sensitive area, he then licked my dripping pussy. His strong rough tongue easily parting my lips and scraping along my clit as I let out a loud moan. Clearly enjoying the taste, Gunner continued to lap at my pussy. His tongue pushing hard against my clit with every lick. A couple of times his tongue even pushed into my pussy hard enough to lick the inside of me.

As he continued to ravage my pussy with his thick strong tongue I had to grab the kitchen table for support. My legs started to shake as I drew close to a massive orgasm. Letting out a loud moan as it hit me. One hand grabbing the dogs head, the other gripping the table as a powerful orgasm explodes through me. The whole world going blank as the pleasure washed through me.

As I start to come down, Gunner continues to lick me. Lapping up all the juices from my amazingly intense orgasm. With my free hand I try to push his head away, my clit becoming too sensitive for his eager tongue while my other hand continued to hold the counter as I still did not trust my legs to support me. Moving away from me he turned sideways and I see the very tip of his red cock poking out of his sheath. Following the amazing orgasm he had just given me I couldn’t wait any longer.

I moved into the backyard by the pool which is surrounded by a privacy fence. I quickly stripped and applied a generous amount of tanning oil to my firm body. My nipples were rock hard as my oil slicked hands cupped my breasts. Oil ran down my stomach to my shaved pussy.

I dropped down on my hands and knees, giving Gunner complete access to me. It took him a few minutes of pacing and sniffing me before he got the idea but he eventually jumped up and mounted me. His dick poking at the back of my legs as he tried to hump me. Reaching around I direct him to the correct hole and as soon as his dick touches my dripping wet pussy he drives forward forcing his entire length deep into me in one thrust. I let out a small cry, half pleasure and half pain from the sudden shock of his massive cock filling me. His beautiful dick was so much bigger than my father’s, longer, and even more important was how fat it was.

Instantly he began to thrust, the pain quickly being replaced by pure pleasure as his thick hard dick pumped relentlessly into me. Dropping to my elbows I began to push back against him as the pressure already started to build towards a second orgasm. I start to feel his knot swelling up as he continued to fuck my brains out. His knot pushing into me and rubbing against my clit with every thrust. My second orgasm explodes through my body, my soaking pussy clamping around his dick causing his knot to swell even more inside me and press against my g-spot as one of the strongest orgasms of my life courses through my body. I can feel every inch of his cock throbbing and pulsing, as he starts to shoot hot cum deep inside me. Extending my already powerful orgasm into one long session of pure bliss and pleasure.

As one orgasm began to pass another one erupts within me. We spent around 30 minutes knotted together in which time I had 3 incredible orgasms back to back until his knot had finally shrunk enough to pop out. Cum pours out of me onto the patio. Gunner lays on my beach towel and proceeds to start licking himself. My entire body aches from the intense love making I don’t even think I can stand. Watching him lick himself, I feel like I would be so much better at that task. I crawl over to him and grab the base of his cock taking him into my mouth. Tasting his hot sweet cum as I lick and suck his dick until he goes soft.

Looking up, OMFG, I’m mortified to see my mom in the doorway with her phone out taking video and pics. She had only worked half a day and come by to take care of Gunner herself. She told me everything would be ok as she hugged me and gently licked the doggy cum from my face and lips.

Her fingers rubbing my clit and entering my well fucked pussy, as our tongues intertwined. Gunners knot had left me gapping and Mom quickly goes from 2 fingers inside me to 3, then 4. I feel her reposition and I scream! Suddenly her entire hand is inside me. OMFG!!! My own mother is fisting me!! Her fist is only slightly bigger than Gunners knot and I’m loving it! “Fuck me mom! Fuck me!!!”

By this time, Gunner is ready again and mounts my mom. Watching my mom being fucked by a dog sends me over the edge again as I orgasm again.

Finally feeling strong enough to stand, I rise to my feet, my knees still feeling weak from the amazing sex. I get my phone out, taking pics and videos of mom, still tied with Gunner.

I slide my panties off and he proceeds to lick my clit. I gasp and breathe. I squirm and every time I squirm, I claw at the bed, at pillows. I needed this and it feels amazing. I grab his head scratch his ears and press him into me. I am lost in this moment. I want to be his fuck toy.

I flip over, my ass up in the air. He licks all the way up and all the way down. He licks my asshole. I am going crazy as I shove my face into the bed and scream. I beg for his dick in my cunt. Oh I beg…I wiggle…I shake…I want it…

Soon he mounts me, grabbing hard around my hips with his cock poking aimlessly. Then he hits the target and shoves his hard, thick dick into my wet pussy. I arch my ass down hands back and spread my ass apart. I reach back farther and grab his back legs. Each thrust is a release of my tension. I start to slam up against him, I want to hurt, I want to be fucked. I arch up and I look down to see that slut red lipstick smeared all over the comforter. He grows and fills my cunt knotting me. I grab the sheets and bite into comforter as my pussy stretches even farther he relaxes and lays on my back gently. I can feel his hot seed fill me fuller and fuller. I bury my face into a pillow. I am left with my thoughts and his touches. I slowly sway my ass from side to side. I am squirming finding my happy place. He comes down on my back heavier and his face next to mine his guttural animal noises in my ear with his hot breath . I arch up and I start to feel that orgasm to come to surface. It is a flood of emotions and tears stream. This orgasm was so long and satisfying.

It was finally vacation time and I was thrilled to spend the weekend at my parents’ beach house. Mom and Dad had gone on a cruise trip leaving the keys of the house with me. It was my first time alone at the house and I was looking forward to a weekend of relaxation.

My favourite thing to do was to swim in the warm waters of the ocean when I got here. 

I put on my cute, white bikini, rubbed some sunscreen on, grabbed a towel and left the house.

The salty smell of the ocean wafted through the air, invigorating me. The cool breeze gave me goosebumps as I stood at the edge of the water, scanning for my spot. There were 2 rock formations jutting out from the sea which was where I always spent time on. It wasn’t two far from the shore and it gave the sense of privacy, that I loved.

I wadded into the ocean enjoying the grainy feel of the sand under my feet. I jumped into the water and swam against the ocean currents to my salvation. 

I was halfway there when I felt something smooth rub against my feet. I swam faster feeling scared. There weren’t any sharks in these waters. My dad was quite adamant about this fact before buying the beach house in this area.

Again I felt the same thing brush against my leg. Building up some courage I took a deep breath and went underwater to see. 

A cute dolphin was watching me with its mouth open in a way that made dolphins look like they were laughing. I smiled at the dolphin. From what very little I knew about them, they were gentle creatures and quite intelligent.

Laughing at my previous fears, I moved forward and placed my hand over its snout. The dolphin made a clicking noise, which I took as him enjoying my touch. 

I was running out of air so I rose to the surface and continued swimming to the rocks. The dolphin followed me as I could feel occasional brushes against my legs and its dorsal fin protruding out of the water.

The dolphin wasn’t really dangerous so I found it comforting to have some company while swimming.

I reached the flat rock and pulled myself on it. The rock was warm and I sat with my feet dangling in the water and my hands propped up behind me, enjoying the last rays of the sun. 

The dolphin poked its head out of the water and made some sort of clicking sound at me. 

What did it want from me? 

It swam closer and I rubbed its head. It angled its snout toward my belly button and it tickled. I moved farther away on the rock.

The dolphin then nibbled my leg and pulled me closer to the edge. I didn’t want to tell anyone that I lost my leg to a dolphin, so I moved closer. 

The dolphin moved its snout again to my belly but this time it was pushing my bikini bottom. It was close to my pussy and it felt weird, I stood up. The dolphin looked at me mournfully and I wondered what it wanted. It placed its head on the rock and looked up at me.

I sighed. This was getting weird. 

I sat back down and the dolphin rolled over revealing its belly. I scratched it and suddenly the dolphin began flapping its tail rapidly. I saw something else that looked like its penis!

What was going on? 

Curiosity reared its ugly head and I jumped into the water. The dolphin swam towards me and I continued to rub its underside. The dolphin turned to its back pushing my hands towards that curious pink appendage. It was long, about 12 inches in length and it wrapped around my hand. I squeezed it and the dolphin made a sound which I chose to interpret as a happy sound. 

I continued to squeeze the dolphin’s penis from base to the tip, marvelling at what was happening. 

I was giving a hand job to a dolphin! 

It was incredibly hot and I found myself getting aroused. I speeded up my movements on the dolphin’s penis and I could feel his muscles contract before he shot out a load, which dissolved into the water.

The dolphin seemed calmer after that and continued to linger in the water. 

Meanwhile this strange experience made me feel horny. I got back on the rock, removed the bikini top and bottom. My nipples pebbled in the cool sea air and my swollen pussy felt sensitive to the slightest breeze.

I lay down and plunged my fingers into my pussy. I rubbed my clit with one hand and pinched my nipples with the other.

I heard the dolphin make a chattering sound and looked up to see it watching me intensely. 

The next thing I did, I’m going to blame on being in a haze of lust because I moved closer to the dolphin, revealing my bare pussy to its snout. I continued to masturbate in from the dolphin letting out a moan as my fingers pinched my clit.

I suddenly felt something press against my pussy and I saw it was the dolphin’s snout! I was shocked as I watched it press against my clit with its snout. The cool wet feeling of its snout was incredible and I moaned. 

The dolphin continued to relentlessly assault my clit and I let out pleasurable moans while humping back against it.

The pressure built up inside of me and I came with a shriek, my vaginal juices splattering on the dolphin’s face.

I came back down from my orgasm and felt quite embarrassed by what had happened. 

I just had sex with a dolphin!

The dolphin continued to watch me and I got into the water giving it a loving pat.

The dolphin continued to stay with me till I decided to go home.

He guided me to the shore and I felt sad as I watched him swim away. 

The next day I went back to the rock hoping he would come back but he didn’t. 

The weekend ended with a feeling of melancholy as I had spent every hour waiting for him and he never showed.

When I was about to leave, seated in my car, I thought I heard the sound of his clicking in the distance.

It had taken you years to study enough to be accepted into the zoological program at the newest zoo that had opened up near you. You were surprised to find your classes contained almost barely any tests, and it was almost purely focused on practical work. Which is how you found yourself cleaning out the stalls daily. Rebecca calls you over, your arms sore and aching as she smiles too brightly.

“Hey! They need another volunteer for the new exhibit. You game?” Rebecca nods enthusiastically as you shrug, pulling the wheelbarrow and tools towards you. You stumble slightly as she leads you through the thick underbrush and you try not to marvel at the dense canopy of trees surrounding you.

“This is home for the Giant River Otters. They have two males and three females, they’re hoping the breeding program takes off soon.”

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A/N: Hey everyone! This is the commission that I did for bolthead0070, reposted on my new blog! Enjoy!

Elizabeth sighed to herself. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this! With a sigh she plugged her laptop to her TV and pressed play. The video on the screen started and a beautiful woman came into view. She was naked and she got on her hands and knees, swaying her full hips back and forth. A massive Rottweiler came into the shot and he began to eat the woman’s pussy with a vigor Elizabeth was sure no man could muster.

Elizabeth laid back on her soft leather couch and slowly began to touch herself. She started by gently cupping one of her full D cup breasts and massaging it in her palm. Despite being nearly 48, her tits were still perky and firm. Her fingers danced up to her hard, pink nipples and she began to rub and pinch the small nubs, causing a moan to escape her lips. With her other hand she moved down to her firey red bush before slowly moving further down to her clit.

The dog on the screen got more intense with his licking and the woman was nearly screaming in delight. The large Rottie stopped devouring the woman’s juices and then wrapped his front paws around the woman’s waist and thrust inside his lover’s cunt. The woman screamed and begged her beastly lover to fuck her harder.

Elizabeth moaned and slid two fingers into her sopping wet hole and fucked herself hard and fast, keeping her pale gray eyes locked on the TV. She kept in time with the couple on the screen and it wasn’t long until the woman screamed and the dog knotted her. Elizabeth stuffed two more fingers inside of her and used her thumb to pound her clit. It wasn’t long before both she and the woman on the video came to a loud climax and Elizabeth squirted all over her couch.

The video came to an end and Elizabeth sighed breathlessly. She felt dirty all of the sudden. Had she really just masturbated to that? She was typically a very uptight woman, perhaps a tad too much so, and all of this was so unlike her. With a sigh, Elizabeth stood and began to get ready for work.

She walked into her office building about two hours later. Her red hair was done up in a sleek, classy bun and she wore a modest pale yellow knit sweater paired with a navy blazer, knee length skirt and pantyhose underneath. The outfit hid her curves and ensured no unwanted attention came to her. Standing next to her in the elevator was a rival company’s research manager, Richard. Elizabeth scooted as far away from him as she could be. At  nearly 60, he had no hair on his head other than a thick gray monobrow that always made him seem displeased. He was a short, portly man and he often smelled like cigarettes and piss. His presence alone was off putting, but he had a smile that would make anyone’s skin crawl. Elizabeth couldn’t stand the man, and often times she wished they didn’t work in the same building.

“Morning, Mrs. Louis.” Richard grinned.

“Good morning.” Elizabeth replied flatly.

“You’re a very dirty woman, do you know that Mrs. Louis?” Richard smirked as he took a step to Elizabeth.

“I’m sorry?” Elizabeth whispered as she looked to the old man.

“You should be more aware of who your husband speaks with at happy hour, Mrs. Louis. Dave and I go to the same bar, and we have for some time now. Poor son of a bitch only ever talks about how you deny him your pussy. He says he hasn’t been laid in months and that he was getting desperate.” Richard chuckled darkly to himself. “Then, the moment he leaves for a business trip you hook up dog porn to your TV and fuck yourself like a wanton whore.”

Elizabeth just stared blankly at Richard until the elevator door dinged. Without a moment’s hesitation Elizabeth walked as fast as she could down the main corridor without drawing any unnecessary attention. How did he know about that? The thought of him knowing anything personal about her made Elizabeth’s stomach whirl, and to think he and her husband were somehow friends made the nausea she felt even worse. Elizabeth tried to shut all those thoughts out of her head, but Richard’s footsteps followed close behind her and she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that had come over her. Her office was just at the end of the hall, if she could just get there…

Richard sped up and managed to reach Elizabeth’s office door before she could. Her breath caught in her throat and Richard smirked as he held open the door for her. The smirk he gave her made bile rise up to the back of her throat, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. The last thing she needed was her employees to gossip. Quietly, Elizabeth walked into her office as the door clicked closed behind Richard.

“Mr. Wilson, I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. Frankly, I feel that your behavior this morning has been incredibly inappropriate and I intend to file a formal sexual harassment complaint with both my company and yours. Now, I have work to do, so if you would show yourself out of my office.” Elizabeth said as she gestured to the door. She had kept her tone collected and calm despite her nervousness about the situation. Richard disgusted her now more than ever, and all she wanted was to be left alone.

“Oh, feel free. But you see after all your husband complaints about you, I decided to do some investigating. I ended up hacking your home’s security cameras. I have this morning’s incident recorded and the moment you say a thing about this, your husband gets to know that his wife would rather be a dog’s bitch.”

A tense silence came between them. Was he bluffing? Was it even possible to hack home security cameras? What would happen if she went against Richard? Would she really lose her job and her husband just for watching porn..?

“Fine. I won’t say a word.” Elizabeth sighed. “Is there anything else you need, Mr. Wilson?”

“I need you to hike up your skirt and bend over your desk.” Richard slyly grinned.

“Why?” Elizabeth whispered.

“You don’t get to ask questions, slut.” Richard yelled. “If you don’t do as I say, your husband finds out everything, including that little mishap with the young intern, Mr. Thatch.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. How did he know about that? She didn’t mean to bed the intern. It was an office holiday party and she was drunk…it wasn’t her fault. Still the twenty three year old was a fantastic lay and just the thought of him between her thighs still made her pussy quiver. She gulped as guilt overcame her, and a pink flush came over her cheeks. When she felt Richard’s hard stare on her body she leaned over her desk and did as she was told.

Richard walked up behind her and he ripped her pantyhose off of her body before he pulled Elizabeth’s panties down and off. Before she could even protest Richard slammed his massive cock deep inside her. The strange curvature of the monstrous member jabbed her inner walls and made her groan in discomfort. She tried to stand but Richard just slapped her ass so hard Elizabeth screamed.

“Don’t fucking move, bitch.” Richard laughed darkly. “I just need some more proof that you’re just a dirty old whore who only doesn’t want to fuck poor old Dave.”

“What are you doing?” Elizabeth cried.

“I’m taking some pictures of my cock inside you. If you don’t shut the hell up I’m going to send then to Dave right now!” Richard moaned out as he thrusted in and out of her like a piston. Once he was satisfied with how many pictures he had, Richard put his phone down and dug his fingers into Elizabeth’s ass, leaving scratches down her full bottom.

Elizabeth was still slick from this morning, and the thoughts of the intern had only made her wetter. Tears welled in her eyes and she kept her face down on the desk, in an attempt to hide her soft moans. Her pussy was being forced wide open and the sensation was like none she’d ever experienced before. Every inch of her cunt was filled to a nearly painful extent, and oddly enough, the pain only heightened to pleasurable sensations.

“You love this, don’t you you nasty little whore?” Richard smirked as he spanked Elizabeth’s ass once again. “You love being used by big cocks, don’t you? You’ve already got my cock soaked with your juices and we’re only getting started.”

Elizabeth whimpered softly. His big hands were gripping her ass as he plowed into her, pulling tightly and roughly, making her wince in pain. Elizabeth could feel her body responding to his actions. Her pussy was starting to tingle and her clit was slowly beginning to throb. Her nipples were hard under her cardigan and she couldn’t help herself from clenching around the intruding member. A soft moan escaped her lips and she could hear Richard chuckle from behind her.

“Don’t lie to yourself, slut. You dream of being used, of being made into a whore.” Richard grunted as he thrust his entire cock inside Elizabeth and made her squeal. “I thought you’d fight more, at least attempt to struggle. But maybe deep down, you desperately wanted this.”

Richard groaned and grabbed both of Elizabeth’s arms and pulled them behind her back. He held them tightly in place with one hand as the other extended up to her neck and squeezed. Elizabeth gasped and her pussy clenched down around Richard’s cock again. He muttered under his breath and continued to slam in and out of her hard and deep.

“I fucking knew it. God, you’re such a dirty little bitch. I know you love the way I’m using you. Don’t worry slut, I’ll keep it a secret.” Richard moaned loudly in pleasure as his cock twitched inside Elizabeth’s cunt.

Richard roughly gripped Elizabeth’s hips in his palms and pounded into her with relentless abandon.Elizabeth was sure that he’d bruised her insides as a soreness filled her. She gripped onto the desk and her hips subtly rocked back against Richard’s. That was enough for him and with one rough, final thrust he came deep inside her pussy.

Once he was done, Richard cleaned off his cock with Elizabeth’s panties and folded them up neatly before placing them into his pocket. He grabbed his phone and took a few more shots of her cum-filled pussy and a content sigh escaped his lips. Elizabeth just cried on the desk. She was just raped by this nasty old man…and she didn’t hate the experience. She had almost cum. Lost in her thoughts, she laid across the desk and tried to catch her breath.

“Listen here dog slut. If you don’t come down to the basement at 6, not only am I gonna send everything to your husband, but I’m also going to send it to your CEO, and post it on the internet. If you’re a good slut for me, I’ll delete it all in time. The choice is yours.” Richard smiled warmly at Elizabeth before slowly exiting the room.

It took a long time before Elizabeth finally stood and gained her composure. Her office was silent as it typically was this time in the morning, but something about the morning’s events made her feel uneasy in the silence. Smoothing out her skirt and fixing her makeup, Elizabeth began to prepare for her first meeting of the day.

As she was listing to one of the district managers drone on and on about how proud he was of his improvement over the last quarter, Elizabeth’s mind wandered back to Richard and what he might have store for her this evening. Was he going to take her again? Elizabeth felt her pussy clench as some of Richard’s cum dripped from her abused hole. The idea of taking his cock again excited her more than she’d like to admit. Did he have a dog waiting for her? Or was it something else entirely?

The thoughts ran through her mind and before long all she could think about was being down there in the dirty basement being pounded and abused by Richard and a Mastiff. Richard was fucking her throat while the Mastiff was destroying her pussy, and she was mentally lost to the fantasy and before the district manager finished talking, Elizabeth was soaking wet and squirming in her chair.

“Are you alright, Mrs. Louis?” One of the managers asked.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Elizabeth laughed softly.  “It’s just a bit warm in here is all. Anyway, explain to me how you’re encouraging your team to exceed our goals?”

The rest of the morning went by painfully slow as anticipation filled her. By lunch she was so wet she had to go home “to get some files”. Her extended lunch break gave her enough time to go home and watch that video again. This time, the feeling of a man’s cum inside her pussy made her feel all the more naughty. She was able to cum once, but somehow it had only made her desire another orgasam. Elizabeth had no idea what had gotten into her and on her way back to work her cheeks were stained red. Feeling rather mortified by her actions the hum in her pussy faded away by the time she returned to her office.

Dread started to fill her as she made business calls and dealt with the complaints the district managers had. She never bothered to replace the pantyhose or the panties that were stolen from her this morning, and the more she thought of it, the more terrible Elizabeth felt. She’d let another man inside her, even after she said that it would never happen again. She could feel the gnawing ache in her heart and she debated on if she should even go to the basement after work tonight. If she didn’t go, the world would know that she gets off to beastiality porn, and that she gets fucked in her office. She’d lose her job and her marriage. If she did…? Elizabeth wasn’t sure what would come of it, but could it really be as bad as what Richard had on her?

She went back and forth for the rest of the day, and once the buzz of the office building died down, Elizabeth walked out to the main hall. She stood in the stairwell and began her descent. If she just walked down to the ground floor, she could leave and hope for the best. Or, she could pick up the service elevator and head down to the basement and see what the old pervert had in store.

At 6 O’clock exactly Elizabeth was in the basement. She really felt as if she had no choice. If she didn’t come, she’d lose everything she’d come so far to have. She’d be fired from her regional manager position, her husband would divorce her and who knows what else. When the creaky elevator doors opened she stepped out and saw an already naked Richard.

“Good, you came.” He smirked as he gave her a once-over. “Now strip. This is a clothes free zone.”

Elizabeth didn’t protest. She wasn’t sure if it was because of all the dirt he had on her, or if her curiosity had gotten the best of her. All Elizabeth knew was that she was slowly stripping down and she didn’t exactly mind Richard’s devouring gaze. She shrugged off her blazer and slowly peeled off her sweater. Her full bust was locked in a simple beige bra which she took off and laid to the side. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the basement floor and stepped out of her heels. Richard licked his lips and signaled Elizabeth to turn. With a grumble, she turned around and she could feel his eyes burning into her skin.

Once Elizabeth was facing forward again, Richard silently began to walk further into the damp darkness of the basement and Elizabeth hesitantly followed, unsure of what to expect. Nither one said a word the entire way. Elizabeth didn’t even realize that the basement was this large. Finally they rounded a corner and stopped. Elizabeth looked around and when she saw what laid before them she screamed.

A large, slimy millipede type creature stood in the corner. It came nearly up to Elizabeth’s hips and slime dripped off the creature in thick globs. Two kaleidoscope eyes and a small, round mouth rested on it’s face. When it laid eyes on Elizabeth the creature clicked excitedly and hurried over to her, it’s large antenna on top of it’s head caressed her body softly.

“Get on your hands and knees you worthless cunt.” Richard yelled as he roughly gripped Elizabeth’s hair.

“What?” Elizabeth cried as she tried to take a few steps back “Why, what the hell is that thing?”

“A failed experiment. The company wanted to kill the creature, but I find it terrible to give a creature life just to take it away when it doesn’t perform the way you want it to. We found out that he has some rather…interesting desires that aren’t any we engineered in.  You’re here to let him act on every last one.”

“I’m not sure what you’re saying, Richard” Elizabeth whispered softly as she gulped.

“You’re going to get down on the ground and you’ll let this beast use every last one of your slutty holes.” Richard smirked as he shoved her to the ground.

“Like hell I am!” Elizabeth spat as she got up on her hands and knees.

“Do you forget who has the power here, slut?” Richard glared down at Elizabeth. “Please him, or everyone sees what a nasty whore you are.”

Elizabeth sighed and gulped. She crawled forward a few paces and the creature clicked a few times as it quickly scurried over to her. Shuddering, Elizabeth got all the way down on her arms, leaving her rear high up in the air. The beast slowly crawled over her body and positioned himself right on top of her. Once he got to a good enough position, all of what Elizabeth thought were his legs suddenly extended and wrapped all around her torso. Some of the expanding tentacles went for her breasts and wrapped around each one and pulled them tightly together. Some further extended to her arms and bound them together and a few more went to her legs and did the same. Finally, four more tentacles extended to her neck, three of them wrapping tightly around her neck and the fourth sliding into her mouth. Each tentacle was covered in bumps and ridges, the odd texture both terrified, and excited her in a way she wasn’t sure she understood.

Hot tears fell down Elizabeth’s face as the thick slime oozing from the creature began to cover her body. The viscous liquid flowed over every inch of her, it’s honey like texture clung to her soft skin. The smell reminded Elizabeth of wet dog and as the slime filled her mouth it took all she had not to retch. Her body and mind were at war with her emotions, while she was horrified and disgusted, the feel of the creature intrigued her despite it’s vile slime and smell. She wished she could say that she wasn’t the least bit wet, but that would have been a complete lie.

The creature shoved some more of his tentacles down Elizabeth’s back. Two tentacles danced around Elizabeth’s asshole and panicked whimpers escaped her mouth. The creature clicked sharply and shoved both thick tentacles into her ass, using its slime as lube. Elizabeth screamed in pain around the bumpy tentacle in her mouth. She’d never let anyone touch her ass before and the white-hot pain from the sudden, thick invaders was too much and all she wanted to do was escape the creature. Before she could even try and move away, three more wide tentacles snaked their way to her pussy and slid as far in as they could, twisting and shaking around inside her. Elizabeth tried to escape from the intrusions but the creature just held her tightly. Finally one last tentacle found her clit and began to move in small circles over it.

Elizabeth cried a she tried to wiggle away from the beast and she did everything she possibly could, but every time she tried to evade, the creature just gripped her tighter and became more forceful in his movements. He slammed his tentacles in and out of all her holes and eventually, Elizabeth realized that the fighting was getting her nowhere.

It took some time, but after awhile she found herself reciprocating the beasts efforts. Elizabeth didn’t want to admit the fact that the creature’s movements were starting to feel more pleasurable. The way his tentacles moved all about in and out of her, twisting, pushing and pulling. The slime seemed to have a certain arousing effect to it. The taste wasn’t that bad now that she was used to it, and her pussy was humming with pleasure. The way the tentacles felt in her ass was nothing she’d ever experienced before. Elizabeth had never let anyone near her asshole, and with the way the creature was fucking her ass, she was beginning to wonder why she was so against it before. Her entire body was humming with pleasure and the creature seemed to know exactly how to touch her clit and make her entire body shudder in pure pleasure. With all her holes stuffed full if this creature’s appendages Elizabeth felt more full than she ever had in her life The creature clicked softly and gripped onto her body so tightly, Elizabeth felt a bit breathless.

Richard had his eyes locked on Elizabeth’s slime covered form and he was grasping and tugging on his long, curved cock. The way she looked under the strange creature was so unusually erotic it made him wanna nut right there. But Richard wanted to wait. He wanted to cum on Elizabeth’s slutty face as the beast filled her with his own seed. Elizabeth had started to moan in pleasure and Richard stifled his own groans. He watched her as the sensations the creatures gave overtook her fears and inhibitions. Elizabeth started to rock her hips back against the creature and the creature clicked rapidly in excitement. She began to suck hungrily on the tentacle in her mouth and Richard bit his lip as he envisioned his own cock stuck between her luscious lips. Richard picked up his phone he had resting on a shelf nearby and began snapping pictures of the beautiful whore before him.

Elizabeth forgot Richard was even there and a steaming pleasure was building up inside her. Elizabeth was close to her climax and the creature seemed able to tell. He thrust in and out of her excitedly clicked as Elizabeth’s slick wetness began to spill from the creature’s bumpy tentacles. The tentacles inside all her holes thickened as the creature neared his own release. Elizabeth’s entire body tightened and she began to scream from the mounting pleasure inside her. She was squirting all over the beast and the tentacle that was playing with her clit refused to stop. Finally the creature hissed and thick ropes of cum spurt out from every last one of his tentacles, covering Elizabeth completely. Once the first drops spilled inside Elizabeth, she screamed and her entire body shuddered as she squirted everywhere once again, the beast had given her two orgasams in rapid sucsession, something that had never before been achieved.. Richard moaned out and spurred his own hot cum all over Elizabeth’s face. Once the creature finished spurting his cum he slowly slithered off Elizabeth’s body and into the darkness of the basement.

Elizabeth took a moment to breath in and out raggedly, every single inch of her coated in goo and cum. Richard snapped a few more pictures of her drenched form before offering to help Elizabeth up.

“There’s a bathroom down here with an emergency shower. We can get you cleaned up.” Richard said gently as he extended a hand to help her up.

Elizabeth said nothing and slowly stood on her own, her eyes shooting daggers at the old man. Richard coughed and then nodded slowly before he led Elizabeth down the hall and to the bathroom. The entire walk was silent, and to Richard the journey there seemed to last forever. He had the feeling he shouldn’t try and make conversation. He wasn’t really sure why Elizabeth was so upset, she had obviously enjoyed the creature, her screams alone were evidence of that. Did he perhaps get cum in her eye? He wasn’t sure, all Richard knew was that if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man.

Once in the bathroom Richard turned on the water and Elizabeth silently stepped inside The water was scalding hot to cleanse the user of any and all bacteria they may have come in contact with, but Elizabeth didn’t flinch as the water nearly burned her pale skin. Richard hesitantly stepped in behind her and when she didn’t react, Richard reached for the bar of soap that was resting in the cubby and he gently he began to wash the goo-coated slut before him.

Elizabeth gave no reaction whatsoever and quietly removed all the bobby pins and elastics from her hair. The ginger locks fell down in a thick sheet to her shoulders and Richard slowly began to wash her hair. Elizabeth just stood there in the shower and the silence was bitter, and Richard hoped that it would pass soon as the way she was reacting made him very uneasy.

The two finished showering in complete silence and once they exited the shower Richard handed Elizabeth a towel before quickly drying himself off and gathering his clothes. As she dried off Richard opened the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Elizabeth asked as she stopped towelling off.

“I was going to leave. You’ve done as I’ve asked.” Richard explained.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Elizabeth stated matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms.

“You can’t stop me, you dirty whore.” Richard said sternly while he clenched his fist over the door handle.

“Exactly. I am a dirty whore and that’s why you won’t leave me alone.” Elizabeth explained as she went back to drying her hair.

Richard raised an eyebrow and let go of the door. He started at her blankly. What the fuck was she even talking about? Elizabeth easily read his confusion and sighed before she began to explain.

“You’re a disgusting and nasty old man. You’re incapable of being able to ignore me and the thoughts you have of me. Sure, you’ll probably go and delete what you have now, but who’s to say you don’t have it backed up? Who’s to say you won’t spy on me in the future. I’d much rather us come to an agreement where we have open communication.”

Richard looked at Elizabeth quizzically. Was she seriously talking about this as if nothing just happened between them? She was going about this as if it was a business arrangement, and Richard guessed that in a way, it was. Elizabeth was right, he did have a backup for the files. He smirked at the woman before him. She was smart for a whore.

“Alright, Mrs. Louis.” Richard chuckled. “I don’t suppose you want to go for dinner to discuss the terms of this arrangement, do you?”

Dog deep in my pussy - FaleIy

I put the rest of the silverware in the dishwasher, dumped in the soap crystals, and turned it on. As soon as I turned the knob and heard the water start churning inside, I caught sight of the wineglass sitting on the dining room table.

“Damn, forgot that one,” I muttered to myself. “Well, as long as it’s out, might as well use it.” I opened another bottle of red – a Merlot I had gotten on my last visit to Upstate New York – and poured a full glass.

“Mmmm.”

I love good red wine and it was Friday night. Just me and Barker. Home alone. As usual. Barker was in his usual place on the red tile floor of the kitchen right next to the forced air vent. The big black lab loved to cuddle up there and 

sleep as the hot air blew out and kept him warm against the December chills. At night, he would jump up and cuddle with me in the king size bed I had bought for whatever reason. It wasn’t as if many men were sharing it with me.

And that was a big problem. I was 29 and hadn’t had a date in months - oh my God - actually 17 months! It wasn’t like I didn’t want to, but I just never seemed to have the time with work and all. And it wasn’t like I couldn’t get a man - I picked up a picture of Jessica and I taken over the summer at our 10 year high school reunion. There I was - long dark hair, perfect bronze skin, good tight body with firm breasts and a nice round ass - there were plenty of men who would get a big thick hard-on just looking at me. I just never made an effort. And when I wanted sex, well, I had a long, thick dildo in the nightstand that did just what I wanted it to.

I took another sip of wine, turned off the light in the kitchen, and walked into the bedroom. Barker looked up as the light went off and trotted in after me. I set the glass down on the nightstand and pulled off my flannel shirt and tossed it into the hamper. I unhooked my silk, dark blue Victoria’s Secret bra and then slid out of my jeans and panties. My panties had a little wet spot on them so I reached down to see what was the problem and my fingers came away warm and wet. 

All this thinking about big cocks and dildos was getting me horny!

Barker came in and jumped up on the bed and curled up in the corner against the wall in his usual spot. I slipped into bed next to him and let my index finger caress my clitoris. It was already full and hard. I thought a little about one of my old boyfriends, Brad, and how he used to kneel down next to me and stick his big cock in my mouth while he fingered my clit and made me come while he shot his load down my throat. I used to love it when he f***** my mouth and slid his cock in and out between my lips. And the taste of all that hot cum sliding across my tongue and down my throat. Mmmm.

Barker looked up at me as I moaned but then settled back down. His eyes watched me as his head lay against the covers.

I was fingering myself faster now and thinking about another guy I had only had one night with during a client conference down in Miami - Mike. His cock must have been seven inches long and I had gone down on him like a drowning woman on a glass of water. God it was great to have that big cock in my mouth! And when he got real excited he pushed my face into the pillow and just fucking reamed me from behind - absolutely fucking pounded me into that bed until he came so hard and I could feel all his cum filling me up load after load. The best part was that after he came he flipped me over and went down on me with his wet tongue all over my clit and in my cunt. He licked out his own cum and fed it to me and then made me suck his cock to get it hard so he could f*** me again. It was like that all night. Just a great f***!

I was really wet now with my fingers buried in my cunt and I knew I wanted that dildo in me. I had purposefully bought one about the size of Mike’s cock because 

I remembered how good it had felt - nice and thick and long. I scooted out from under the covers and reached over Barker to get the dildo out of the nightstand. 

As I reached over him, my crotch was right near his head and suddenly he licked me! I almost jumped off the bed - Barker’s tongue had slipped right into my moist cunt!

“Hey?” I grabbed the dildo and fell back on my side. “What are you doing there boy?” I asked.

Barker perked up and came closer, sniffing. His muzzle went down to my crotch again and his tongue slipped out to lap at me.

“Hey!” I pushed his head away but he pushed back - reminding me how strong he was - and licked me again. I started to pull the covers over me to keep him off, but his muzzle buried into my crotch and his tongue slurped out and into me.

“Uhhh!” I moaned.

I couldn’t believe it - my dog was going down on me and I liked it! It felt so wrong and I wanted to stop him, but it also felt so very right. “Oh, Barker. Honey!” His long tongue was a little rough, but it sparked every nerve ending in my lips and clit. He lapped at my juices and wiggled his tongue into my hole trying to get at all those wonderful smelling liquids. I couldn’t let him stop - it was just too good.

I lay back against the pillow and let him go at it. His tongue was amazing, and he wasn’t letting up.

“Oh! Oh God! Uhhhh….mmmm….uhhh!”

I loved it! He was amazing. I licked my fingertips and started to rub my nipples as he continued to attack my cunt with his tongue. My nipples were rock hard and I squeezed them and bent my head down to suck on one. This was fantastic!

I realized I had the dildo in my hand still and my heart quickened. I had an idea. This would be amazing. I sucked on the dildo, making sure to get it as wet as possible. At the same time, I lifted my ass so that Barker’s tongue slid over my asshole. He realized this was something interesting and his tongue slid inside me.

“Ahhh! Ohhh!”

My dog was giving me the greatest anal licking of my life!

I let him get my ass good and wet and then lowered my hips so that he was back into my cunt. I brought the dildo around my legs and lifted them so I could hold it with both hands and found my hole. Barker continued his assault on my cunt while I slowly wiggled the dildo into my ass. God it felt so good! I had had guys finger my asshole while they went down on me, but never had a huge, cock-size thing up me like this. I slid the dildo farther into me, feeling it spread my asshole and fill me completely. I started sliding it in and out like I was being f***** up the ass as Barker kept up his tongue action. Who needed men? Holy shit this was great!

I rammed the dildo back and forth into my ass as Barker’s tongue slipped deeper into my cunt. I could feel it all building in me and I couldn’t believe it. This was going to be an incredible orgasm.

“Oh my God! Uhnnn…ssss…uhhh!”

My whole body shuddered as the orgasm built. I wanted it so bad. Barker’s tongue was so wet and hot in me. The dildo was so thick and hard up my ass. Suddenly it came and my body jerked off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through me.

“God! Oh! Barker! Uhhhh! Mmmhnnn! God!”

I collapsed as the orgasm destroyed me and my breaths came in ragged gasps. My nipples were totally erect and my legs sprayed out as all my strength left me.

Barker kept lapping at me and I pushed his head away with what strength I could muster.

“Stop it, boy. Good boy! Such a good boy. You took care of your momma just fine.”

Barker looked at me quizzically as I scratched under his chin and around his neck. He tried to go back down on me, but I slid my sweaty body under the covers where he couldn’t get at me.

That’s when I noticed his erection. He had a huge pink cock totally erect under his belly! It was at least 10 inches long - fucking huge! And it was bursting. This was one horny dog.

“Oh, Barker, I didn’t know I was turning you on as much as you were turning me on!”

I scratched under his chin and he licked at my face. He was looking at me with those big brown eyes - the same eyes he used when he knocked over the rubber tree and got potting soil all over my Oriental rug.

“Oh, poor boy,” I crooned.

My eyes were transfixed on his massive cock. It was incredible. I have seen a lot of human cock before, but this one put them all to shame. He was hard, long, and really thick. And wet-he was pre-coming like a fiend! Barker let out a little moan. I felt so bad for him! Tentatively, I reached out and touched his cock. He jumped at my touch and licked my face again. He rolled over so that his legs were sprawled out and I could get at him easier.

His cock was so hard! I closed my eyes and imagined Mike and his now not so big dick and stroked Barker’s maleness. It felt so good in my hand.

“Maybe I can jack you off and satisfy you?” I asked him.

I started to stroke him a bit and his hips started humping up into the air. I spit on my hand and rubbed it over the tip and he was going crazy as he humped my hand. I couldn’t believe how fast he was going. I started thinking about having that kind of a f*** - a completely animal reaming of my cunt and I couldn’t believe I was getting horny again! After just having one of the greatest climaxes of my life, I was ready to go again. I stroked him harder and thought about being f***** and I knew I had to have him go down on me again. I was too horny!

I wanted more of his tongue in my ass so I pushed off the covers and got on my knees next to him. I didn’t want to take away from his pleasure (that would have been too selfish after the amazing cunt licking he had just given me). So I positioned myself on my knees next to him so that I could reach back and continue to stroke him and have his tongue near my ass.

I was so happy when he started licking me again! His tongue slipped into my cunt and I stroked his big cock faster. He was humping my hand furiously and I could tell he was working himself up to blow a load like he’d never done before. 

Actually, I knew he had never blown his load because I had had him since he was a puppy and he had never been with another dog. I had a doggy virgin in my bed!

I wanted that wet tongue up my ass so I scooted my butt down into his face. His tongue slipped in and started digging around the sides of my asshole and I just loved it! Barker was going to build me up to another fantastic orgasm! I couldn’t take it so I stopped stroking him and just pushed my ass back into his face and put my elbows underneath my tits for support, closed my eyes in ecstasy, and just enjoyed the fabulous ass licking he was giving me. I didn't realize how selfish I was being, but Barker was about to show me! Just as it was building again, Barker stopped licking me.

“Bad doggy! Barker, lick!” I said and pushed my ass back at him, dying for him to finish me. Suddenly, I felt all 140 pounds of him land on my back! What was he doing?

“Barker!? What the…”

And then I realized as that 10 inch cock started poking furiously against my ass. I had unwittingly dropped into a submissive doggy style pose for my virgin lab! Barker was trying to f*** me!

“Oh my God! Barker, no!”

I tried to wiggle out from under him, but his forepaws wrapped around my waist and held me tight. Like the males of my species, Barker was going to take what he wanted. His thrusting became even more frantic as he grabbed me tighter and pushed closer to my dog-virgin pussy. I was being raped by a dog!

I struggled against his hold and tried to break free, but then I heard a low growl near my ear. Barker wanted me bad. I struggled more and felt his teeth nip into my shoulder. Then I knew that Barker would use force to get his way. And there was nothing I could do about it.

His thrusting pushed closer against me - that 10 inch cock ramming into the fleshy cheeks of my ass. Good, I thought, maybe he’ll just get frustrated and give up. Barker grabbed me about the waist tighter and pulled himself forward - I felt his hot dog breath on my neck and a warm wetness where his drool was running down my shoulder and over my tits. And then with a tremendous thrust his Barker grabbed me about the waist tighter and pulled himself forward - I felt his hot dog breath on my neck and a warm wetness where his drool was running down my shoulder and over my tits. And then with a tremendous thrust his whole cock slammed into me.

“UHHHHH!” I couldn’t believe it! I was getting raped by a dog with a 10 inch cock rammed completely into my cunt. Now that he was inside me, Barker started to f*** me furiously. His thick cock ramming into me, drawing out a couple inches, and ramming home again and again and again like a jackhammer.

Barker was raping me with an animal fury I had never experienced before. I fell face first into the pillow as he drove home his massive dog cock and took me like a bitch in heat. I couldn’t believe this. His forepaws wrapped tightly around me, his hot breath in my ear, his drool sliding over my back and down my tits, and his giant dick shoved all the way into me.

He slowed down for a moment and I thought he was coming, but he just grabbed me tighter and started fucking me again. I was getting pounded into the pillow, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he raped me and took what he wanted from me. I felt his balls slapping against my ass and knew that they had five years of cum saved up just to fill my tight little cunt. And then I realized how bad I wanted it. His intense humping wasn’t letting up and I felt my pussy getting more and more wet as that hard dog dick slid in and out of me more and more rapidly. He filled every inch of me with cock-meat and I wanted him to cum so hard in me. I wanted to feel that hot cum explode into the deepest part of my cunt where a man had never been before. I was Barker’s bitch and I wanted to give him the greatest first f*** of any male’s life.

I spread my legs wider under him and reached back between my legs to stroke his balls. His thrusting became even more brutal as he took me and I squeezed his hard round balls with my fingertips. This dog could do anything he wanted to me now - I was his bitch absolutely.

Barker’s ten inch cock pounded into my wet cunt and I took every centimeter of him. I pushed back against him to make him go deeper and he f***** me even harder.

“Oh! Uhn! f***! Yes! Yes! f*** me! f*** ME!” I screamed and took that dog cock up my cunt as deep as it would go. I felt the orgasm coming on, building.

Suddenly Barker drove home an even more powerful thrust and I felt his hot dog cum explode inside me. He pushed deep into me and I felt his dick get even thicker! His dick was expanding inside me and he pushed it in, stretching me. His cum was so hot inside my cunt and his cock was huge!

I came.

“OHHHH! UNNNNN! f***! YES!”

The orgasm raced through me, throwing my body into tremendous convulsions of ecstasy as that big dog dick stretched me wider then I had ever been stretched 

before. I collapsed onto the bed as wave after wave of orgasm pounded through my body. Barker’s huge dick stayed deep inside me and there was nothing to do about it, so I just lay there enjoying the feeling of it stretching my cunt. After awhile, he pulled out of me and lay down on the bed and started licking himself.

The town you lived in whispered about the dark. When night fell, they would lock themselves in their houses and snuff out their candles. It was better to act like there was no one home than be surprised by something lurking in the forest. You had believed their superstition as a child, but had outgrown your fear. The night was a good time for you. Most bandits were asleep around their campfires. You were harder to notice in the dark. If anyone was nearby, they would likely walk right past you.

There were flowers that glowed under the moonlight. They were uncommon to most of the area except the forest by the village. During the day, they were indistinguishable from a flower that was poisonous to those who even touched it. The townspeople would have harvested the glowing flowers and sold them for a high price, but they refused to search at night. That left the gathering to you. You would do it in secret, then head to the next town in the morning to sell them. Most buyers trusted you knew what you were doing, since you hadn’t died while gathering the flowers and showed no signs of being poisoned.

Crickets chirped, the trees rustling as the wind swept through the canopies. You glanced up to the moon, wondering how long you had been walking for. A crow fluttered its wings and cawed, drawing your attention away from the sky. You looked down the hill, noticing a caravan. You paused, wondering what they were doing stopped in the middle of the road. Your town wasn’t that far away, they would have been able to see the lights and come to the inn to rest.

You carefully made your way down the hill, moving closer to the caravan. There was no fire. Not even embers or logs laid out in preparation. The horse was gone, the straps that had held to the wooden cart had been cut. Your brow furrowed as you tried to piece together what had happened. You looked down the road, seeing the tracks twist and curve. Had they lost control of the cart? Or perhaps the horse had been spooked and ran off? Further down the road, the forest ended. It used to be a secluded meadow, but the location had become a hotspot for military conflicts between the king and his would-be usurper. Your town remained untouched, well beyond the lines of battle. You could see the abandoned flags and weapons stuck in the mud. You were fortunate to not be able to see the bodies littering the ground. Whoever owned the cart would have had to travel through the battlefield and see what remained of a war neither side had won.

Something scraped the dirt on the other side of the caravan. You tensed, wondering if it was the merchant sleeping. You didn’t want to wake him. You could take whatever supplies you needed from the cart and hurry off to find some glowing flowers. You leaned around the cart’s back corner, watching to make sure that the man was still asleep. He was sitting down, his back resting against the side of the caravan. You waited for him to snore or mutter in his sleep, but he made no sound. You glanced down to his chest, waiting for him to breathe. But there was nothing. He wasn’t breathing. Your gaze fell to his lap, where you found his guts and blood pooled.

You froze. He couldn’t have been dead for long. Whatever had done this to him, whether it was man or monster, was still in the area. You went to take a step back, deciding that tonight was not a good night to be outside, only for something to join you on the road. For a brief moment, you thought it had been a man from its silhouette. But it walked on four legs, the skin on its back stretching over its shoulder blades. In the light of the moon, you could see its face. It was vaguely human. If it had been human at some point in its life, it had been a long time since then. Its skin was dark in some places, as if it had been burned or slightly rotten. Long, dark claws scratched the ground as it approached the dead man.

You understood what had happened now. There were creatures that made their home in battlefields in order to feast on the dead. The merchant had tried to get through the meadow without being noticed, but something had heard him passing through and chased him. The horse had been cut free from the cart during the attack. You wondered if it was dead further down the road and the creature had just returned from the chase. The cart had then slowed and the merchant was killed. You thought that such stories were just made up to keep scavengers from collecting loot from corpses. But the stories were true.

You turned away as the creature opened its mouth to feast upon the body. You couldn’t watch. You carefully moved away from the cart. Risking your life to see what the merchant was transporting could wait until the morning when such monsters went back to their holes or wherever they came from. You moved quietly, heading back up the hill. You prayed that it couldn’t see well in the dark. You didn’t look back, not wanting to waste any time getting back home. Watching your footing was more important.

A chill worked its way up your spine, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You wanted to dismiss it as the wind, but knew better than to be so optimistic. You turned just enough to glance over your shoulder. Your eyes widened. The creature was at the bottom of the hill, moving noiselessly through the grass. Its gaze was glued to you. You didn’t know when it had noticed you. Maybe it had known you were there all along. But it was smart. It had waited for you to turn your back on it. It seemed it hadn’t had its fill yet.

You faced forward, climbing the hill as quickly as you could. You scrambled, careful not to slip and lose your balance. At the top, your town was in sight. If you could run back to your house and barricade yourself, you could wait out the rest of the night and live to see another day. You were halfway there now. You had a chance.

But you noticed the creature in your periphery. It had caught up to you, moving to one side. It lunged. Its shoulder met the back of your knees, sweeping your legs out from under you. You fell, landing on your back with a thud. Your legs were carried with the momentum, hanging in the air for a moment before hitting the dirt. You groaned, turning onto your stomach as you tried to get up. Your house was so close. If you could keep standing and running when it tried to knock you over, then you had a small chance of surviving.

Something heavy pressed down on your back, keeping you in place. You tensed, feeling the tips of claws between your shoulders. You kept still, knowing that it could easily slice through you. But it could just kill you now. What was it waiting for? Your questions were interrupted by the hand leaving your back. You tried to shift and crawl away, but a low growl warned you against trying to run. You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes out of fear. You cried out in surprise as your dress was ripped from your body. The sting of cuts made you hiss, but you could tell that they weren’t deep enough to worry about. The creature could have killed you with such a motion, but it hadn’t. Somehow, you were more valuable alive.

It moved behind you, rising up to its full height on four legs. It had kept low to the ground before, but now it didn’t need to bother with sneaking up on you. It crowded your body, hands on either side of your head. You glanced to the claws, fearful as you wondered what it was planning. You would have cried for help, but no one in your village would dare to come outside. If one of them happened to muster up the courage, they would turn and run as soon as they found you pinned beneath some monster. You looked to the houses, your forearms against the ground and pressing onto small rocks. You had been so close.

Something prodded between your legs. You were torn from your thoughts of surviving. You didn’t have the chance to move, the appendage forcing itself into you. You cried out, the movement pressing your knees and arms into the dirt. You tried to crawl away, but you were fenced in by the creature. It wasted no time, setting up a brutal pace. Its hips met yours with each thrust, hitting and rubbing parts of you that made you groan. So this was why it had kept you alive. It wanted something warm to bury itself into. If all it wanted was to use you, then there was the chance that it would leave as soon as it was done with you. You dug your nails into the earth, determined to endure if it meant that you could go back home when the morning came. The appendage was large, causing you to wince when it was especially rough. The creature growled above you, its movements becoming deeper and harder. You were reduced to gasps, desperately waiting for the end.

The creature shifted, moving its hands to press onto your forearms. You struggled, trying to move out from under it, but the sheer weight kept you locked in place. The thing inside of you was growing bigger, twitching. You froze, though the thrusts still forced you to move along with it. If it didn’t care about what you did afterward, it wouldn’t put so much effort into holding you down. No, it wouldn’t be done with you after one night.

You tried to free yourself, but the creature merely growled in response. The appendage was thick now, pressing against your cervix. You feared that it would force its way through, but it didn’t go that far. You panted, chest heaving as the creature became relentless. There was no point in trying to tell it to stop, even if you begged. It wouldn’t understand you. Or maybe it just wouldn’t care.

The creature was rabid now. Its mouth hung open, saliva dripping onto the ground next to your head. It made low, deep noises as it moved inside of you at a pace and depth no man could attempt to replicate. Then, it shifted its stance. It kept your arms pinned, but moved its hips against yours and didn’t pull away. Its feet scraped through the dirt as it tried to force itself deeper, wanting not a single inch of space between your bodies. It spilled its seed within you, the substance thick and lukewarm.

“A-Ah…” You gasped, feeling your body twitch in response. Your arousal had snuck up on you, reacting to the stimulus without understanding the context. It kept you there, beneath its form until it was finished pooling its seed against your cervix. Some of the liquid spilled out, falling between your knees.

Once it was finished, the creature pulled itself from you. You immediately sat up, wanting gravity to take the rest out. You reached toward your entrance, wanting to be rid of the substance, but the monster bared its teeth and growled in warning. You hesitated, moving your hand away. Instead, you got to your feet. You looked to the houses, but the creature circled around you, blocking the way. It stepped toward you, herding you back toward the hill. It wasn’t going to let you go. You sighed, knowing that you didn’t stand a chance against the creature. But it had to eat at some point. It didn’t want to kill you, so it would have to food from somewhere else. You could sneak away from it then.

You complied, heading back down the hill. It remained behind you, watching to make sure that you didn’t stray from the path it wanted you to take. You passed the cart, heading toward the battlefield. The wind was stronger now, cold against your skin. You shivered, rubbing your arms in an attempt to get warm. Dead bodies were everywhere. You could see more of the creatures, though they didn’t have the same features as the one behind you. They seemed weaker, no claws or discoloration to distinguish them. They only killed through brute force. Some of them noticed you, lifting their heads with maws full of flesh and bone to watch you. One tried to follow, getting close to you, but the creature behind you stepped in front of it. You sighed. It seemed that the most ferocious one had claimed you as his. You weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse in such a situation.

You were led to a dip in the earth, dug out by one of the warring sides in order to bury their dead. There were no bodies. You suspected that the hole had been made and then abandoned, or the monsters had already eaten everything inside. You hesitated, noticing the small bones and blood that had been left behind. There were some branches littering the bottom. A nest. They were going to breed you and have you carry their young. You didn’t move. You wondered if it was too late to run. You doubted that you would make it far before they chased you down.

The creature nudged you while you were thinking. You slipped, losing your footing. You slid into the nest. You looked up, watching the monster crawl into the nest with you. The others remained at the top, observing. You didn’t bother getting up. It would just knock you over again. It circled you for a moment, sniffing. It climbed on top of you, burying itself between your legs once more. You remained on your back, petrified by its teeth and bloodied mouth being so close to your face.

It released once more, then moved to the other side of the nest and lied down. It was tired, but didn’t sleep. It watched you, blinking with wide, dark eyes. A gruff sound came from its throat and something moved above you. Another creature. It slid into the nest, less graceful than the one that had already taken you. It did the same as the first, then climbed back out. Another one took its place. You kept still, shutting your eyes and looking away. Trying to push them off did nothing. They were too heavy and too strong.

They continued throughout the night. You were exhausted physically and mentally. The clawed one, which you guessed was the leader, had stepped in at times. The others shied away, letting it have priority. It lasted longer than the others and poured more inside of you. You had tried to sit up once to let everything drain, but the next in line simply pushed you back down. By the time dawn came, the sky above the nest brightening, all but one of the creatures were satisfied. You could hear them sleeping above you at the edge of the nest. The leader remained in the nest with you. It had kept its distance when recuperating from each bout. It seemed that it was the only one allowed to stay in the nest with you.

The last monster forced its seed into you, then left the nest. You sat up, looking down at your stomach. You were bloated from the amount they had given you. Most of it had been forced into your womb. You gently pressed onto the swell of your belly and some of the liquid spilled out. You sighed in relief as some of the pressure dissipated and your chances of actually bearing such vile young was lessened.

A hot puff of air next to your face caused you to jump. It was the leader. It had noticed what you were doing. It nudged you with its shoulder, pushing you back onto the ground. At first, you thought that it wanted the last turn of the night. You tried to keep your legs closed. Your hips ached and your knees were weak. The creature effortlessly forced your legs apart, settling itself between them. It entered you, filling you more than the others had. But, instead of withdrawing and continuing to thrust, it lowered its body onto yours. Its stomach pressed against your belly, but the fluid had nowhere to go. You moaned at the pressure, trying to squirm away, but the creature huffed and lowered its head onto your shoulder.

Your hands moved to its shoulders, trying to push it off. It didn’t move. It was too heavy and you weren’t strong enough. Your hands fell to either side of your head as you gave up, panting. You couldn’t run away like this. You couldn’t even try to dig your way out. Your eyelids drooped, exhausted by the rough night you had endured.

The creature didn’t sleep. Not at first. It waited, feeling your breathing slow as you fell asleep. Your scent had changed in the middle of the night. You used to smell like a meal waiting to be eaten. You smelled of the food you ate and the smoke of the fires you stayed next to for warmth. Now, after a long night, you smelled like him. His seed had taken hold. You were carrying his young. If your scent had changed to another one of the creatures, they would have been the one to stay with you inside of the nest. The others remained outside, protectors that weren’t virile enough. If someone tried to attack, they would fight first. They were expendable, especially since they hadn’t claimed you like he had. If they fell, the leader would be the last line of defense. He was stronger than the rest. Anything that survived the others would die before him. Then he would feast upon their still-warm body to celebrate his victory. No longer hungry, he would return to you and your full womb. He would claim you again, the prize of his victory, before settling down to sleep.

He closed his eyes, pleased with his work. He had made you his.

Dad?” my daughter asked, as she handed my car keys back to me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“It's kind of embarrassing,” she said.

“Sarah, you know you can ask me anything. What do you want to know?”

“I asked my friends Melody and Kirsten, and they just laughed at me. I don't know who else to ask,” she replied.

“Then ask me. If I know the answer, I'll tell you. If I don't, we'll do some research to find out,” I said.

“Promise you won't laugh at me?”

“Why would I laugh? If you don't know something, one of the best ways to find out is to ask. What's your question?”

She took a big breath, as though she were gathering her courage. “Well, why do I get a tingly feeling sometimes in my,... my,... um,... my vagina? Why does it sometimes get wet and slippery?”

Oh shit. Now what?

Being a single parent has always been hard, and friends had told me that dealing with a teenage girl would be a chore. Sarah's a good kid. She seems to have a lot of friends, and she's been allowed to go on dates for a while, but for some reason, she doesn't seem to get asked much. As a result, I assumed she was pretty innocent sexually. I realized we had discussed nothing about the signals her body would give her about her sexual desires. Now she's asking me why her pussy gets wet and tingly. Oh, this could get awkward!

“When does this happen to you, honey?” I asked.

“I don't know. I guess when I see a cute guy, or when I watch people kissing and stuff on TV. It was pretty bad last week at the pool when Brian and Matt were hanging out with me. My vagina tingled so much I didn't know what to do. I sorta wanted to rub it, but I kinda figured I shouldn't do that in front of people.”

“That was good thinking, honey. It's just like when you get a wedgie. You find some private place to fix your underwear so you don't have that feeling.”

“Is it wrong to want to rub myself?” Sarah asked.

“No, not at all. But it's something you should do in private,” I replied.

“But why does it get all wet and slippery?” she asked.

“Well, honey, your vagina produces a kind of moisture that acts as a lubricant.”

“You mean like oil or grease?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Why?”

Damn. I guess I should have known this day would come. What do I say?

“The tissues inside your vagina are very delicate. They would get chafed if you didn't have that lubricant.”

“Oh,” Sarah said.

I prayed the conversation would be over when she went silent. My prayer was not answered.

“What would chafe them? Doesn't chafing happen when something rubs against you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“So what would rub the inside of my vagina? Oh, wait, I know. A penis.”

“Yes, a penis, or anything else that might go in there.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew that comment would bring more questions.

“What else can go in there, Dad?”

“Um, well,.... Honey, did you ever hear the word 'masturbation'?”

“Isn't that what a guy does when he plays with his penis?”

“Yes.”

“Why do they do that?”

“Because it feels good.”

“Do you do it?” she asked.

I knew having such an honest relationship with my daughter would backfire sooner or later. “Yes, honey, I do sometimes.”

“How do you play with it?”

“I sort of stroke it and rub it with my hand.”

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't do it.”

“Do you get an erection? I've seen drawings of that in class.”

“Um, yes,... yes I do.”

“Do you ejaculate?” my daughter asked.

“Yes.”

“Will you show me how you do it?”

“Sarah! Honey! No, I can't do that!” I nearly shouted.

Why not?”

“Because it's a very private thing!”

“Going to the bathroom is private, and we've done that in front of each other.”

“That's different. Sometimes you're in the tub and I need to use the toilet, or I'm shaving and you need to pee. We only have one bathroom, and we're family, so we just do it.”

“Yes, and so you've seen my vagina and I've seen your penis . So why won't you show me how you play with it?”

“Because it's sexual, and that would be bad.”

“But Dad, you told me sex was a beautiful thing.”

“Yes, but it's for people who love each other.”

“WE love each other. I love you, and you love me, so that should make it beautiful, right?”

“Sex is wrong when it involves family, honey. That's called incest, and it's wrong and it's against the law.”

“You're not making any sense. When you and Mom got married, that made you into a family, didn't it? You had sex with Mom. That's how I got here. That's how all kids get here. Having kids isn't illegal.”

“No honey, it isn't. It's a wonderful thing. But having babies and having sex is for adults, for men and women.”

“You tell me I'm a young woman.”

“You are, honey, but you're also my daughter. Fathers can't do sexual things with their daughters. Now let's not talk about this anymore.”

She sat there with a pout on her face, but said nothing. The silence was uncomfortable, but I must have projected enough of my own guilt onto her that she dropped the subject. Her good-night kiss to me was a little cooler than normal. This was the first time I felt I had let my daughter down.

The next morning, Sarah came to breakfast still wearing my old t-shirt that she likes to sleep in. I guess she's grown a lot since she first appropriated it. It used to hang flat on her body and to come down to just above her knees. It wasn't that way now. her huge breasts raise it so high that it barely covers her panties.

“Good morning, honey,” I said cheerfully.

“Morning,” she mumbled as she began to munch on a piece of toast.

Normally, Sarah was full of sunshine and energy in the mornings, talking like mad. Today, she was quiet and withdrawn.

“Are you okay this morning, honey?” I asked. “You're awfully quiet.”

She didn't answer for a moment. Then she put her toast down and said, “Girls do it too, right?”

“Do what?” I asked.

“Masturbate.”

Oh, fuck, here we go again. “Yes, they do, honey.”

“Why?”

“To make themselves feel good.”

“What do they do?

“Um, well, they rub themselves, you know, down there.”

“How?”

I could feel myself sweating a little. This was something I simply never considered having to talk about with my daughter. It didn't help that I could see the shape of her nipples under that well-worn old shirt. “Well, they use their fingers and rub around the vaginal opening,” I answered.

“I tried that last night when I went to bed,” she said. “It felt good, but it wasn't great or anything. I texted Melody and Kirsten and they made fun of me. They said I mustn't have done it right and didn't have an orgasm. They said I'd know it if I had. How am I supposed to know what that feels like? And what did you mean last night about other things going in there?”

She was obviously upset, which made me feel guilty as hell. Why didn't I think about explaining this to her earlier, so she would have been prepared? Thank God it was a Saturday. I could spend as much time as necessary with her today. We needed to have a serious talk. Part of me wanted to get out of my chair to give her one of the cure-all hugs that worked so well when she was younger, but my guardian angel reminded me that I was suddenly halfway hard.

I stayed seated at the table. “Honey, look at me,” I said. “I want to help you through this. Let me think for a minute about how to explain it all.”

“I just have so many questions, so much I don't understand,” she said quietly, looking down at her plate. “Sometimes I think I know so little that I don't even know what to ask.”

“All right. Do you have anything you have to do today? Going to the mall or a game with the girls, or something?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well, neither do I. We're going to spend the whole day together, my best girl and me, and we're going to figure out those questions and answer them. Okay?”

Sarah smiled at me, the first smile I had seen on her normally bright face today. “Okay.”

We chatted about mindless things as we ate, and then Sarah and I washed the dishes together. She managed to splash a fair amount of water on her shirt. For some reason, I hadn't registered how well-shaped and huge her breasts had become. Sure, I had caught glimpses of her in the tub or getting dressed over the years, but I had never really LOOKED at her. This time, I was.

The task at hand, discussing who knows what questions about human sexual response with my beautiful, shapely young daughter, suddenly seemed like it could be hard. Very hard. Holding-a-throw-pillow-in-my-lap hard.

“Snap out of it, asshole!” my conscience yelled at me, as it delivered an imaginary swift kick to my ass. “That's your daughter! Pull yourself together and deal with it like the good father you are.”

Sound advice. Yes, I can do this. I've potty-trained this kid. I've explained love and loss, happiness and sadness, success and failure. I've done everything all the parenting books tell you to do when it comes to teaching an adolescent, and I think I've done it better than the public school system could ever hope to. Now she wants to know more. Well, better to discuss it with her old man than with a couple of possibly ignorant teenage girls.

I said, “Go take your shower. Let me know when you're out of the bathroom so I can clean up, too. We'll meet in the living room in half an hour for question and answer time. If I don't know something, we'll research it together. I don't want you to be uncomfortable because you don't know about things. Deal?”

“Deal. Thanks, Dad,” Sarah said. “You're the best.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and bounced out of the room.

The feel of her breast against me when she kissed me made me realize again how difficult it might be to get through this part of parenting while still maintaining my composure. When Sarah was done in the bathroom and I got my shower, I shot a huge load into the tub drain. I lied to myself about the identity of the girl I fantasized I was fucking.

I dressed in elastic bicycle shorts (to try to keep things under control), loose sweat pants, and a t-shirt. I went to the living room, and a moment later Sarah appeared, wearing a short skirt and a loose tank top. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. She flopped down on the sofa next to me and snuggled up against me. Yeah, this was going to be a challenge.

“Okay, honey, what do you want to know?” I asked.

“Everything, I guess. I mean, I know how people make babies and the process of sexual intercourse and all that, but I don't understand anything about how my body is supposed to react. Like, what am I supposed to feel?” she asked.

“Well, um, it's supposed to feel good. But you should think very long and hard before you have sex with anyone. Sex should be between two people who care about each other, who love each other. After all, there are all the diseases out there, and there's the chance that the girl can get pregnant, so it's a big responsibility. Even if everyone is healthy, a baby should have both a mother and a father there to raise them,” I said.

“I didn't have a mother to raise me, and I think I'm growing up okay,” Sarah said.

“You're growing up fine, honey, but it's been tough for me, sometimes, to do the things for you that a mother is better suited to do.”

“I can't imagine what a Mom could have done better than you,” she said.

“She could have taught you things about your body and the changes it's gone through.”

“You mean about my period, and my breasts growing, and getting hair down there and stuff?”

“Exactly.”

“But you explained that to me. I was all prepared when my first period started. Heck, I was the one who had to tell Melody what was going on when she got hers. She thought she was dying or something, 'cuz her mother didn't tell her anything. I was the one who had to take her to the school nurse to get supplies her first time. So I think you've done a really good job,” Sarah said as she hugged my arm.

Damn, I could feel her breasts against me again.

“So, can you tell me what it is you want to know?” I asked.

I don't know. I guess I just want to know more about why my body feels the way it does sometimes,” Sarah said.

“Can you give me an example?”

“Well, like, why do my nipples get hard?”

Shit. Do I really have to do this?

“I guess there can be a number of reasons. One, which I'm sure you've noticed, is when you're cold. Most people get hard nipples when they're cold. It's sort of like really big goose bumps,” I answered.

“But sometimes they get hard when I'm not cold,” Sarah said. “Why is that?”

“Your nipples can get hard when you're, um, excited, too.”

"You mean like when I'm happy about something? I haven't noticed that.”

“Well, no, I mean when you feel good.”

“I don't understand,” Sarah said, fixing me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a lock of her wavy blond hair.

“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.

“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.

“Really? Why not?”

“I don't know. Just nervous, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in the movies and stuff, but I'm just not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”

“Tongue kissing can be very nice. It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with the lips closed, so it's not something you should really do in public or with someone you don't like a lot,” I replied.

“Tongue kissing is the same thing as French kissing, right?” Sarah asked.

“Yes.”

“I don't know how to do that. Will you show me how to French kiss?”

“Oh honey, I don't know ....”

“Dad, come on! I really want to know, and you said you would help me,” she whined.

I sat there looking at my lovely blond daughter, so much more a woman than a child now, so pretty, so desirable, her full, soft lips looking moist and ready, her big blue eyes looking worried, and her huge breast pressing against my arm. I really did want to kiss her, and not like a father should. "You realize, honey, that this is something fathers and daughters don't normally do.”

“Okay.”

“This must remain strictly between us. You can't tell Melody or Kirsten or anyone about this,” I said.

“I won't. Now please, Dad, teach me how to kiss.”

I was sweating. A big part of me wanted to run from the room, but a part of me that was getting bigger wanted me to stay right there.

“Not a word,” I said as I stroked my fingertips along Sarah's jaw.

“I swear,” she said, her gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes.

“Okay, follow my lead,” I said, lowering my lips to hers.

The first kiss wasn't much more than our usual pecks on the lips that we exchanged from time to time. I held it longer than usual, but I was doing all I could to exercise some restraint. When I pulled back, she said, “That was nice.”

“It was,” I agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.

This time, my hand went to her shoulder to pull her in a little closer. Still with our lips closed, we kissed a few times. Her hand strayed up to caress my hair. Oh dear lord, what am I getting myself into?

“Relax your lips,” I breathed, as I allowed just the tip of my tongue to touch them. I could feel a slight shiver run through her body as my tongue first tasted hers.

I pulled back to look at her again. “How was that?” I asked.

“I want to do it some more,” she murmured, placing her lush lips against my mouth. This time, it was her tongue that darted tentatively against mine.

When we broke apart, I saw that the worried look in her beautiful eyes had been replaced by one of pleasure. We pulled each other together, and I sucked her lower lip between mine. I felt her breath quicken with my gentle suction, and when I released her, she let out a sigh.

As we kissed again, her tongue parted my lips, and reflexively, I gently sucked on the tip of it, pulling it into my mouth. When I did that, I heard a soft moan come from her, and both her hands gently held my head in place. We enjoyed this kiss for a while, our tongues dancing softly against each other.

I looked carefully at my daughter. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes were wide and sparkling, and her pouty lips stayed slightly parted. My cock was like a steel rod.

“Now my nipples are hard,” she breathed. “Look.”

I did. She pulled her top tight against herself, letting me see the outline of her nipples poking through her shirt. They looked wonderful

“Why did they get like that?” she asked.

“Remember, I told you that can happen when you're excited?” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, running her fingers gently across them. “It feels good when I touch them.”

“Guys like to touch them too,” I said. What the hell made me say that?

“Do you want to touch them, Dad?”

The rational part of my brain was screaming “NO!” but other parts of me were yelling, “Hell, yeah!”

I struggled to get the words out, “I don't think I should.”

“Why not? If guys like to touch them, and you're a guy, why don't you want to touch them?”

“I'm your father, baby.”

“Yes, and I feel safe with you. I love you.”

“But it wouldn't be right.”

“Why?”

“Because you're my daughter.”

“Are you saying this is another thing fathers and daughters don't normally do?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don't care. I want you to touch them. Please, Dad, I swear I won't tell.”

The excited little voice in my head that was controlled by my crotch was saying, “Play with her tits, man! What's wrong with you? She asked you to!”

Sarah pulled away from me for a moment, long enough to pull her tank top off. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to me. I had seen them often enough before, but not after having shared some passionate kisses with her, and not with my cock straining in my pants. Seemingly of its own will, my hand moved up to surround her one breast. When my fingertips passed over her erect nipple, Sarah gasped and kissed me hard.

“Oh, Dad,” she sighed as I caressed and fondled her firm, young tit. “That's making my vagina tingle. I'm getting wet.”

“Do you like that, honey?” I asked, still massaging her nipple.

“Yes, I do,” Sarah sighed. “Play with the other one, too.”

I started fondling both her breasts, kissing her from time to time. My God, I was holding my topless teenage daughter, making out with her, and fondling her nipples. I was going to need some quality time with my right hand when we were done.

Sarah moaned into my mouth when I began to roll her one nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.

“Dad,” she breathed, “I want to touch myself.”

“Go right ahead, honey. If you're turned on, now is the perfect time to do it. I'll just go and ….”

“No, stay here and kiss me some more. I don't care if you see me do it.”

She stood up and pulled off her skirt, and then sat down next to me again, her heels on the edge of the seat cushion and her legs apart, and began to stroke herself over her damp yellow bikini panties. I had no idea my cock could get this hard.

Between kisses, I watched her play with her little pussy through the fabric. She started out slowly, rubbing her fingertips over her lips, and gradually speeding up, pressing her middle finger into the cloth and forcing it a little way into her opening.

“Play with my boobs again,” she said.

I was happy to. It kept my hands occupied, hands that wanted to play with both her and myself.

Sarah was sighing by now, her slender hips rocking slightly in rhythm with her fingers playing with herself. The crotch of her panties was damp, and I could smell her arousal. Damn! All I wanted to do was pull those panties down and off her long legs so I could plunge something inside of her, like my fingers, my tongue, or my throbbing cock.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she said into my mouth. “But it feels like something more should happen.”

“Try rubbing a little higher, at the top of your slit. That's where your clitoris is,” I said. “Most people call it the clit.”

“Where?”

“Right here,” I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her middle finger around where I knew her most sensitive spot must be.

“Maybe I should take my panties off.”

I was about to say something about how I should leave the room again, but she had already sprung to her feet and pulled her soaked panties off. She looked at me and smiled, and then climbed onto the sofa straddling my legs. Her cute little ass rested on my thighs.

“Now show me again,” she said.

“Here,” I said, placing her finger on top of her button. “Rub all around here. Not too hard, or you'll get sore.”

I removed my shaking hand from hers, and started playing with the trimmed soft blond curls that decorated her mound. She went back to work sawing on her little clit.

“This feels so good, Dad,” she breathed, latching onto my mouth for the hottest kiss yet.

I watched her for a while. I could see that she just wasn't doing it quite right, and her poor clit was getting red. “Honey,” I said, “move your finger down over the entrance of your pussy to make it wet. That way you can glide it smoothly over your clit. Then use you other hand and try sliding a finger inside you. Not too far, just a little bit.”

She slid her finger down and played in the wetness that was there. Her slippery finger slid back up onto her swollen button as she teased her opening with her other hand.

“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked.

“Oh, God, that feels so good! I just keep getting wetter and wetter!” she whimpered.

Unbelievable. I'm sitting on the couch with my naked teenage daughter straddling me, kissing her, playing with her tits with one hand and her pubes with the other, while she fingers herself. I could feel an actual trickle of pre-cum moistening my shorts.

“What's happening to me?” she gasped.

“You're getting ready to have an orgasm, baby. You're going to have kind of a rush of really good feeling, better than anything you've ever felt. You're going to cum,” I explained, still rolling her little nipples between my fingers.

“It feels like something big is going to happen,” she said, clenching her teeth.

“Relax, baby, let yourself go,” I said, kissing her yet again.

“I can't take it anymore!” she whined. “Help me, Dad!”

I didn't even think about it at the time. My one hand went down to squeeze her perfect little ass as my other hand slid over her drooling pussy. I worked my middle finger inside her until it touched her hymen, and then began stroking her clit with my wet thumb.

“OH! Oh God! Oh fuck!” she wailed, arching her back. Her tight little hole was pulsating around my finger as she began hyperventilating. Then she collapsed against me and thrust her tongue into my mouth.

As she relaxed, our kisses became more tender. My hands were stroking and cuddling the soft, smooth skin of my lovely daughter's ass and back. Finally, she pulled back to look at me. A few strands of her wavy blond hair were stuck to her cheek by the sweat of her exertion.

“Do they always feel like that?” she asked. “Are all orgasms that good?”

“I don't know, honey. That looked like a pretty big one,” I said.

“That was amazing. I'm going to want to do that again. Is that what it feels like when you masturbate?”

“Well, of course, we're not built the same, but I think it probably still feels just as good.”

“Can I see it? Can I watch you play with it?”

“Sarah, sweetheart, we shouldn't. It just wouldn't be right.”

“That's not fair,” she said. “You got to see me and touch me. You helped me have my first orgasm. How am I going to learn about guys if you won't let me see you?” She leaned into me for a kiss. “Please, Dad?”

I know I should have pretended to be reluctant, but when her hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, I simply smiled and raised my arms so she could pull it over my head. “You really want to see how a man masturbates?” I asked.

“Uh huh.”

She stayed straddling my thighs, so I just wriggled my sweatpants down a little, enough that the large, wet bulge in my shorts was revealed. She stared at it for a second, and then moved off to the side, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and yanked everything off me. I was naked in front of my equally naked daughter, my cock twitching and dripping on my stomach.

“Wow! It looks so different from the way it did when I've seen it before. It's so big and beautiful! Show me how you make the sperm come out.”

Just the idea of my beautiful daughter, kneeling naked beside me, her cum drying on my fingers, was so phenomenally arousing that I was sure I wouldn't last long at all. I closed my hand around my shaft, and began to stroke it.

“Is one part more sensitive that the others?” Sarah asked.

“It's all pretty sensitive, but the head is the best. That and the little triangular patch right below the opening where my urine comes out.”

“Here?” Sarah asked, running a finger lightly across that special little spot.

“Oh God, yes, right there,” I moaned as another drop of pre-cum came out to lubricate her finger.

“Oooh, Dad, is that your sperm?”

“No honey, although there's probably some sperm in it. That's what guys call 'pre-cum'. It's a lot like the lubricant your pussy produces.”

“To help prevent any chafing when your penis rubs inside my vagina,” she said, spreading the slick, sticky liquid all over the head of my cock.

“Yes,... I mean, no! I mean, yeah, it's lubricant, but MY penis can't rub inside YOUR vagina.”

“Why not?”

“Sarah, honey, we just can't. That's incest,” I said. “You shouldn't even be playing with my cock.”

“You played with my pussy. How am I supposed to learn anything if you won't let me do this?”

She pushed my hand away, replacing it around my shaft with her one delicate hand and using the other to fondle just the head of my needy cock. She stroked me gently, the moisture I made allowing her hand to slide the entire length. Her rhythm was slow, hypnotic, exquisite.

Honey, if you keep that up, my sperm will come out. My semen. I'll have an orgasm.”

“Good. I want to see that,” she said, continuing her slow, gentle strokes.

I tore my eyes away from her hands stroking my cock and looked at her face. Her expression was a combination of determination and pleasure. Seeing the concentration and care my daughter was putting into jerking me off didn't slow me down much. Neither did the rhythmic motion of her firm young tits or the bouncing of her sweet wet pussy as she stroked me.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum,... I'm gonna cum,... there's gonna be a lot of it, oh God!” I moaned.

The first spurt managed to escape her fingers and shot high into the air, splattering onto her teenage breasts. She covered the head of my cock with her hand, so that the second, third, fourth, and fifth blasts spewed onto her fingers and down onto my belly. My conscience? Funny, I didn't hear anything thing from it.

“Wow! That was so cool! It got even bigger just before it spurted! That was so awesome!” Sarah exclaimed. She was still stroking me, coaxing the last bit of cum out of my softening shaft.

“Well, now you know about masturbation,” I sighed.

“Yeah, thanks Dad,” Sarah said. “I didn't know it would be that much fun. It's kind of messy, though. I guess I should go clean up. We're all sweaty, and you shot your stuff onto my boobs and my hands, and you have sperm all over your belly. I know! Let's take a shower together!”

“Oh honey, that's not a good idea.”

“Why not? We've seen each other in the shower before. We're naked now. We just masturbated each other. What could happen?”

Hmmm. Let's see. What might happen if I got in the shower with my nubile teenage daughter and helped her wash her lovely young body? What could possibly happen when a mature man and a beautiful young woman are scrubbing cum off each other? My re-hardening cock had some ideas. “I don't know, honey. These are things fathers and daughters just don't do.”

“Please, Dad? I promise I won't tell anyone. I think since we made each other messy, we should help each other clean up,” she said, running her cum-slick fingers over my dick again.

Sarah wiped my cum onto her belly and thighs, and then scrambled off the sofa. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!” she teased as she ran from the room.

God, what am I doing?

Our shower was going along very well. My cock was at half-mast, you know, when it has most of its length and girth (so it looks good), but is more or less hanging down. I was almost able to convince myself that this was okay. After all, I'm sure Sarah had seen my cock in this state before when I came into the bathroom in the mornings with half a piss-hard-on. We had seen each other in the shower enough times. It was all good. We were going to be okay.

That was when my daughter grabbed my cock in her soapy little hands and washed it, more thoroughly than she really needed to. I knew what would happen if I didn't distract her. “Turn around, honey. Let me wash your back,” I said, grabbing her gauze bath sponge and her vanilla shower gel as she turned her back to me.

Her wet blond hair lay on her shoulders. I scooped it away and draped it over her chest, over her firm, beautiful breasts. Squeezing a generous dollop of the creamy white gel (oh God!) onto the sponge, I began to wash her shoulders. With the sponge, I caressed the perfect curves of the smooth skin of her back. Just as I reached her shapely little ass, she spoke.

“What's oral sex?”

I wasn't at half-mast any more. “Where did you hear about that?” I asked.

“Kirsten says her sister does it with her boyfriend. When I asked her what it was, she laughed at me. I mean, I know that 'oral' means mouth, but I don't understand how you can have sex with your mouth.”

“It's, um,.... well,... it's, um,... contact between the mouth of one partner and the genitals of the other,” I stammered.

“Oh.”

It was time for me to get out of that shower. I turned my back to my daughter while I tried to concentrate on drying off. Hopefully, I had another clean pair of bike shorts in my drawer. Maybe two or three pairs.

“Would you hand me a towel?” Sarah asked.

I should have just handed it to her behind my back. But no, I had to turn around. My gorgeous blond daughter stood there, squeezing water out of her hair, the nipples on her huge beautiful breasts erect in the cool air, droplets of water dripping from her soft blond curls onto her puffy lips, and trickling down her long, slender legs. My towel tented even more.

“So does that mean you put your mouth on my vagina and I put my mouth on your penis?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, I would lick your pussy, and stick my tongue inside and suck on your clit, and …. I mean, a guy would do that … to a woman. That's oral sex. The proper term is cunnilingus. Some people call it eating pussy.” I was starting to sweat again.

“And what would I do with my mouth on your penis?”

“It's called fellatio, or more commonly, a blowjob. You would … I mean, a woman would lick my … I mean, a guy's penis, and suck on it.”

“Can people have an orgasm like that?”

“Oh yes.”

“What happens to your sperm?” she asked.

Oh dear lord, what am I supposed to say?

“What happens when you cum, Dad?” she asked again.

“Well, sometimes the guy pulls out of the girl's mouth and cums on her breasts or her face.”

“I'd need another shower,” Sarah muttered.

“Sometimes, if the girls wants him to, he cums in her mouth.”

“If you came in my mouth, what would I do then? Swallow it?”

“You could, or you could spit it out. Wait a minute! Honey, you keep saying 'me' and 'you.' We can't do this!”

"Why not? Because it's another thing fathers and daughters don't do?” she asked.

“YES!”

“Well, I want to try it,” Sarah stated.

“NO! We can't!”

“Daaaaadd!” she whined. “You said you would teach me all this stuff!”

“I said I would explain it. I said I would answer your questions.”

“I want to learn. I want to understand how it's done. You can explain all you like, but I'll never really understand until I do it and it's done to me.”

“I know, honey, but, ....”

“Do you want me to look dumb in front of my friends?”

“No,” I said, “but I can't … we can't ....”

“Should I ask some guy I know to teach me? Maybe Brian or Matt?”

“NO!” I almost shouted.

“Well, then?”

“Sarah, honey, look, we just can't do that with each other. Now, please, go and put some clothes on.”

“Dad, I want you to teach me. I want you to lick my pussy and I want to learn how to give you a blowjob,” she said in her no-nonsense voice.

Fuck me dead. Obviously, this was something we simply should NOT do, but who was I kidding? I wanted it so much I could barely stand it.

“Sarah, we can only do this once, understand? And you can never tell anybody. Not anybody!”

“I promise. I know sex is private.”

“Sex is private. This is incest. I could go to jail if anyone found out, and we wouldn't be able to see each other,” I said.

“I love you, Dad. I would never let that happen. I'll never tell anyone, I swear,” she said.

“Let's go to my room,” I said huskily.

Sarah wrapped her wet hair in a towel turban and practically skipped out of the bathroom. Her ass was a work of art.

She was lying on her back in the middle of my bed, practicing her new-found masturbation skills, when I caught up to her. “Lick me,” she said.

Somehow, I kept my composure long enough to say, “There's more to it than that, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

As I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms, I said, “I'll show you.”

I kissed her, gently, much warmer than a father's kiss should be (especially since we were naked), but not the hot passionate kiss that you share with a woman just before, or during, actual intercourse.

“Sex is supposed to be a sharing of pleasure,” I said.. “Everything I've done to you today was because of how much I love you. I've tried to give you pleasant sensations, and you've certainly given pleasure to me. Now I hope you enjoy this. I want you to understand that I'm doing this because I love you.”

“I know,” she said, “I love you too.” Placing her hand possessively on my penis, she said, “And I love what you've been teaching me.”

“Sweetheart, you know we can never talk about this to anyone. We probably shouldn't even talk about it to each other after this. This is one lesson and done, all right?”

“I'm not sure one lesson will be enough,” she said, lightly stroking my hard cock and leaning in for another kiss. “I think I'll need some practice.”

“We'll talk about that later,” I said, brushing her hand away. “Right now, I'm going to teach you about oral sex.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Oral sex can be the ending of a session of love-making, or it can be just one step along the way to full-on intercourse. For us, it's going to be the end of our love-making session. That's what I'm going to do with you now, honey, make love.”

“How are you going to do that?” she whispered after another sweet, hot kiss.

“We're going to use what you've learned so far today, and we're going to build on it. Now hush. Just enjoy this,” I said, as I sat up and pulled her to face me.

I removed her turban, and combed out her damp wavy hair with my fingers, just as I had when she was little. She had been a child then. Things were different now. I had never seen her as a woman before today. I found myself holding her face in my hands. Her blue eyes were open wide, darting back and forth between mine.

Her lips formed into the needful pout she had perfected over the years, and she said, “Make love to me, Dad.”

“All right.”

I kissed her more passionately, our tongues dancing and sparring with each other. I lowered her to the bed, and then lay down next to her, allowing my one hand to begin to trace random patterns slowly and gently on the delicate skin of her throat and upper chest. When my fingertips first touched her aroused nipple, she gasped in pleasure, “Oh, Dad!”

“I love you, Sarah,” I whispered as I kissed her yet again.

With the softest touch I could manage, I traced all around her aroused bud, feeling the tiny puckered bumps of her little areola around her pencil-eraser nipple. I began kissing my way down from her mouth, and over her soft, young throat.

Her heart was beating rapidly as my kisses rained all over her chest. By this time, she knew I was going to kiss her breasts, and the anticipation was making her squirm. I wanted to lick those nipples, to suck on them, to hold them between my teeth while my tongue played. She had never felt this before, so I needed to make it everything I could for her.

The first contact was the tip of my tongue on her right nipple. She let out a quiet moan. With small, soft strokes, I licked a few circles around her areola, enjoying the way she shuddered and whimpered. Grasping her nipple between my lips, I flicked my tongue over it, slowly, methodically, waiting for her reaction.

“Dad?” Sarah whispered.

“What, baby?”

“I thought you were going to lick my pussy.”

“I'm getting to that. Don't you like this?

“Yes!” she whimpered. “But I'm not sure I can wait. I need to touch myself.”

“No, Sarah, don't. I'll take good care of you,” I said, switching to her left breast.

“I wanna cum again, Dad. I wanna cum.”

“You will.”

Still enjoying her firm young tit, I began to comb my fingers through the short curls on her mound. She parted her legs, inviting my hand to play with the tender skin of her upper thighs. As my fingertips tickled the wet flesh of her outer lips, I wondered if I would be able to resist the urge to fuck her. No! I can't do that. I must not go there. But I am going to make her cum on my tongue.

My fingertips were wet with her moisture. I had to taste them. Mmmm. Delicious. Sweet, hot, fragrant -- dear God, I wanted to eat her so much! Reluctantly leaving her breasts behind, I trailed a line of kisses down her taut belly. My conscience tried to remind me that I used to kiss this belly when we roughhoused, when I would hold my little girl and tickle her and give her raspberries on her child's abdomen. Had that really been so long ago?

Her aroma helped me to ignore reason and morals. It was time to do this, and do it right.

I moved down in the bed, between my daughter's smooth, shapely legs. When had they become this beautiful? They spread on their own accord. I stared at her sex, swollen now with her need. God, she was wet! My cock was screaming at me that it needed to be buried inside her, and I almost gave in. No, dammit! This is supposed to be about her! I'm supposed to be teaching her what it feels like to have a tongue in her cunt.

She gasped when I first kissed her knee, and her legs opened even further. I licked a path from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, almost to her pussy, and then repeated the action on her other leg. Then I licked and kissed along her tan line, from just above where her beautiful curls started, over to her hip bone where the pale skin dwindled to almost nothing, and then down the valley between her thigh and her pussy lip.

“Oh, God, Dad!” she whispered.

I did the same thing on the other side, and then pulled back to look at her. She was holding her head up off the pillow and biting her lower lip. Her luscious breasts were rising and falling on her chest with her breathing. As her eyes met mine, she shuddered. I looked down to see a droplet of her moisture ooze slowly from her opening, and start to move toward her little pink star. Quickly, I bent down to lick it up. Nectar from the gods.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

Slowly, I licked her outer labia, teasing her, making her want more. At the bottom of every stroke, I could taste her juice, and at the top, her little clit had abandoned the shelter of its hood. Her breathing was turning into a series of small, sensuous moans.

It was time to get serious about this. With my fingertips, I gently pulled her puffy outer lips apart to allow me to taste her center. Starting just ahead of her pretty little pucker, my tongue traveled the length of her slit, veering slightly off-center at the top, to lick around her clit. Every time I did it, I moved my tongue a little deeper, a little faster. She was moving with me now, her hips undulating in time with my mouth's work. When she got louder and more forceful with her movements, I grabbed her clit between my lips and pushed a finger partway inside her until I felt her barrier, and then stroked her little hole as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her pleasure nub.

all I hear was a sharp intake of breath, and then she wailed, “Daddyyyyy!” just before going rigid. Her tight pussy clamped down on my finger as her juices seeped out around it. She began bucking wildly, throwing her head back and forth on my pillow. I had made my little girl cum again.

The part of me that saw Sarah as a beautiful sexual woman wanted to stay between her legs to lick her again and again, just so I could make her cum some more. The part of me that loved my child as the most precious life in the world urged me to hold her, to comfort her, to kiss her, and to celebrate with her the pleasure her young body had just experienced. I moved back up in the bed and held my trembling daughter close. She rested her head on my chest, waiting for her breathing to calm.

After a few minutes, she moved back so she could look at me.

“That was the most awesome thing ever. I mean, I thought it was good when you played with my pussy before, but this! Is it always that great, or are you just really good at it?” she giggled.

For the first time since she had walked in the door the night before and asked me the question that, somehow, led us here, I felt proud of myself.

“I've done this before, honey. I really like giving oral sex, especially to a beautiful girl like you. I've never had any complaints.”

“Well, you're not gonna hear any from me either! You can do that to me again any time you like!”

It damn near killed me to say it. “Sarah, I told you this was a once and done thing. We can't do this anymore.”

“Nooooo!” Sarah whined. “I'm gonna want you to do that to me again. Pleeeease?”

“Sarah,...” I began. She interrupted me with a kiss.

“Is that what I taste like?” my daughter asked.

“Yes. I think it tastes good.”

“It's okay, I guess. What does a penis taste like?”

“I don't know, sweetie. I've never tasted one.”

“But you've kissed a girl after she's sucked it, haven't you?”

“Well, yes.”

“So, does it taste okay?”

“Um,.. I guess so.”

“Well, I'm going to find out. Teach me how to give you a blowjob, Dad.”

“Sarah, I can't. You're my daughter. You're my little girl.”

“Yes, and I just had an orgasm with your finger in my pussy and your tongue on my clit. You said you'd explain about oral sex, so explain to me how to make you cum in my mouth,” she said.

“Honey,....”

“Don't 'honey' me, Dad. I want it. Your penis tells me you want it. I'm going to do it to someone sooner or later, but I want you to be the first, 'cuz you'll tell me how to do it right.” She turned in the bed so her face was inches from my straining cock.

It wasn't that hard to beat my conscience into submission.

“Okay, baby. There's really no right way or wrong way to do this, as long as you're careful with your teeth. The skin on a penis is very sensitive. It's pretty easy to hurt it if your teeth scrape across it.”

“All right.” She stroked my cock with her fingertips. “What should I do with it?” Sarah asked.

Damn. We were really going to do this.

“Hold it in your hand and point it toward your mouth. You can start by licking the head, or up and down the shaft. Then open your mouth and work it in. Lick while you do it if you can. Then move your mouth up and down and suck.”

“Okay. I hope I do this right.” Her small hand stroked me lightly. “Will you hold my hair back? I want you to be able to see what I'm doing so you can tell me how to make you feel good.”

The very first touch of her tongue to the head of my cock was answered by an ooze of pre-cum. She grinned at me and licked it off. It sounded like she said something about it tasting good, but it was hard to hear her over the pounding of my own pulse. She did it a few more times, flicking her tongue across the tip, then swirling it around. She paused to smile at me.

“Is that okay, Dad?”

It took me a second to even realize she had spoken. “It's wonderful,” I gasped.

She ran her tongue around the rim of my helmet, then down the underside of my shaft to the base. When she came back up, she pursed her lips into a kiss, allowing a fraction of an inch of the head between them as her tongue teased it, much as she had done to my own tongue an hour, or a lifetime, ago. Then she tilted my cock a little to the side, and ran her tongue up and down the length, doing her best to wrap it around my girth.

“Put it in your mouth now, honey,” I said.

“Okay.”

She opened wide, extended her tongue, and moved onto me. When she had taken a few inches, she closed her lips tight, trapping me against her tongue. Slowly, she eased back until I popped out from between her lips.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped.

She took me in her mouth again, holding me by the base, so that my entire cock was sheathed in her tissues. This time, she bobbed up and down on me, using her hand as a guard to keep her from taking too much. Every time she pulled back, she would stop, resting the tip of my cock on her lower lip and licking as much of it as she could. After a dozen or so slow strokes, she came up for air. “Does that feel good, Dad?”

“Honey,” I panted, “that feels great.”

She giggled. “You have that cute look on your face again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw it in the living room earlier when I was stroking you. That look you got about a minute before you exploded all over the place,” she giggled.

“I'm getting there.”

“Good. I'm going to swallow it,” she said, lowering her lips to envelop me again.

This was going to be the third time I'd cum today, all because of my daughter. My daughter! The evil part of me wondered how many more times I'd wind up trying to cum today.

“Sarah?” I wheezed.

“Mmmmm?” she said, bobbing up and down on my shaft.

“I'm going to cum real soon.”

Her blue eyes sparkled at me with her smile. She had really learned how to use her tongue as she sucked me.

The first pulse of my semen surprised her, I think, but she managed to swallow it. There was more. I could feel it rushing out of my cock and onto her quivering tongue, finally leaking out of the corners of her mouth. When I was done, she pulled back carefully and smiled, keeping her lips closed as her throat worked to swallow. My God.

“Wow! That was a lot!” she exclaimed.

She licked her lips, and then scooped up a drip from her chin. She held it on her finger and studied it, and then sucked it into her mouth. “I kinda like the taste,” she said.

My exhausted cock managed to expel one more drip. Sarah licked it off, and then used her fingers to clean and eat the few drops that had dribbled to her breasts.

“Okay, Sarah, honey, now you know about oral sex. Please, baby, you can't tell a soul about this,”

“I know, Dad. I promise. I would never do anything to break us apart.”

“Good. Now please put some clothes on.”

“Can I relax here for a while? I kinda want a Daddy cuddle like when I was little.”

It was a simple thing to do. 

Go into the abandoned house, grab something, and get out. You could do this dare in your sleep. You look back at you friends from the porch. They snicker and laugh, making jokes at your expense.

You give them the finger, and tell them that you’re going in. With a deep breath you enter the house, you close the door behind you, following the rules of the dare. You take a breath, and notice the damp, muggy feeling of the air. You cough and gag a little from the taste of dust waving through the air.

‘Christ this place is creepy’ was all you could think, as you walked down the hallway. You felt that the house its self was staring at you, making the shiver in fear. Yet, you would not be frightened away; not after giving your friends the whole “I’m braver then you” speech.

You walk through an open doorway, and into the kitchen; the feeling of being watched making you shiver once again.

‘Fuck me! What is that?’ You thought, as you looked around the kitchen. The room was covered in dust and cob webs. There was nothing of significance in the room, making you grunt in frustration. ‘Is there anything valuable in this house!?’ You though angrily, as you walked over and found a closed door.

The door looked to lead into the basement of the house. With a shaky hand, you reach down and grab the door knob; giving it a turn and pulling on the door. The first things that hit you was the darkness of the basement, and then the smell. That awful smell of mold and mildew.

You take a deep breath, and take your first step into the basement, you take out your phone, and turn on the flash light, making sure you can at least see your way through to the bottom. When you get down the last step, you move you flash light around the basement, your eyes widen at the sights around you.

‘Jackpot!’ Was what echoed through your mind, as you walk over to an open box of treasures. ‘Holy shit! Is this stuff real gold?’ You wonder, grabbing a gold covered cup. ‘I better grab a handful of this stuff. Forget the dare, I’m making so money.’ You say, looking through the box.

As you look through the box, you fail to hear the sound of heavy breathing. As the minutes go by, you eventually hear something else entirely, a heavy clopping noise. Your body tenses up, as the sounds get louder and louder. The breathing that was faint before, was only getting louder and heavier.

You hesitantly turn around, with one hand holding the golden cup, and another holding up your cell-phone. When you illuminate the source of the noises, you drop the gold-cup, while your hands start to tremble.

Standing before you, was a nightmare creature. It was tall, so tall that it was hunch over to avoid hitting the roof of the basement. Its head was that of an animal you could identify, its sharp fangs jetting out of it mouth, making even more menacing. Its arms were massive, and burly, with a thick coat of fur. You look down to its legs, with also were covered in fur. You saw that it didn’t have feet, but rather the hooves of a horse.

‘Wha. What the fuck is this!” You screamed in your head. As the creature, started to move towards you. ‘Shit I need to move! I need to move!’ You screamed in your head, as you stumbled up and turned to run away.

Yet, it was useless as the creature moved swiped at you with it arms and smacked you to the floor. Its heavy breathing, turning to a dangerous growl. It steps up to your slumping and crumbled body, pain riddled through your body; a loud ringing echoed through your head.

“Ah! Fuck! It hurts! What this fuck!” You said out loud, as your body started to shiver from the pain. You hear the familiar sound of hooves hitting the floor again. Looking up, you see both creature’s legs on either side of your body. You feel the creatures intimidating strength, as it brings its hand down and grabs you.

“Ahh! Let go!” You scream aloud, the its clawed hand pulls on your shirt. You feel the fabric of your shirt, being torn apart by the claws of the creature.

You felt the cold air of the basement on your bare upper body. Your body shivering, not form the cold, but from the beast dropping down to its knees; letting its head get closer to your body. You try to crawl away, but its crawled hands keep you in place. You feel the creature’s breath on your bar chest. Making you squirm, you feel it wet snout touching you, as it smells your body. Eventually, moving down past your breasts, to you belly, and then finally to your horror; your crotch.

“S-stop! Get away from there!” You scream out loud. Once again, failing to get out this monster’s grasp.

However, the beast ignores your words. Letting it tongue out, and letting it slither against your clothed crotch. You let out a speak of shock, feeling the of hit strong tongue against your crotch was making you feel even more terrified.

Yet, you felt your neither region starting to react to hit it, even though it was only licking your clothed crotch.

‘I-I need to get away.’ You quickly thought. As you reached for your phone. ‘If I can just text anyone!’ You thought as the beast continued to assault your crotch.

Just as you reach your phone, you feel the beast shift around again. Looking up, you see its other clawed hand, grabbing your sweat pants. You try to thrash around; but it useless under the creatures hold. You moan out loud as you feel your lower body being exposed to the to the assault of this beast.

‘No! No! Not like this!’ You mentally scream, as the creature’s snout sniffs your panty covered crotch. The creature lets out a audible growl, making your body tremble in fear. ‘W-what’s it doing? No… Please no!’ You scream in your mind.

The creature tongue slithers from is lips, the spongy wet organ starts to move along your creamy thighs. You moan out loud, as you feel it move closer to your pussy. You close your eyes, and grit your teeth, as you feel the warmth of the beast’s tongue against your cloth covered snatch.

“Ahhh~ S-stop… Ahhh~ Stop…” Was all that you could let out form your mouth. As you feel your crotch being teased by the creature’s tongue.

The creature growls again, the sound vibrating against your thighs. You feel something cold touching against your waist, as one of the creature’s claws nestles it way between thin line of your pants, with a swift motion, you feel the soft fabric rip of your body. The creature tongue, licking against your exposed vulva.

“Mmm~ Ahhh~ P-please.. Ple- Eeeeekkk!” You begging is quickly interrupted by the tongue of the creature; invading your pussy.

The sensation was impossible to describe, as the het beasts long tongue slithered deep into your tight pussy, your lower body squirming from the strange feelings of pleasure. You feel your body getting hotter and hotter, as the creatures tongue raping continued.

‘Ahh~ I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to cum! Ahhh~ I’m going to cum from this thinnnnng!’ Your body start to convulse from the pleasure of the creature tongue exploring your insides.

You feel the waves of pleasure surging through your body, as your wet snatch tart to tighten around the creatures slithering tongue.  You orgasmed from the tongue of a monster, the feeling of you pussy being ravaged was more than you could even imagine.

However, wasn’t the end. As you felt your body being lifted of the floor. Then pushed back down hard. Your face was now pressed against the cold floor of the basement, with your ass and sticking up and your legs spread open.

‘Oww what is it?! *Sniff* *Sniff*W-what is that smell?’ You ask mentally, as you struggle to turn you head, under the creatures clawed palm. ‘Oh… Oh my god….” Was all you could think, as you looked in growing horror.

From between the beast’s legs you could see the source to the musky smell in the air. To say that the creatures cock was massive, resembling that of a pure breed horse cock; making you shiver in fear more than ever.

“Nooo! Noo! Stop your stupid monster!” Was all you could scream out, as the creature moved closer to you. “P-please! I’ll die if you put that in!” She pleaded, only to be completely ignored by the creature.

You moan out loud as you feel the massive head of the monster’s cock rubbing against the folds of your wet vulva. Your body tries to move, to thrash around to get away from what’s about to happen. But, all this do it make your ass shake, and your pussy rub against the beast’s cock head more.

With a loud grunt the creature kneels down on one knee, with its other clawed hand, wrapping around your body. With it in the prefect position now, the creature pushed forward; plunging its massive cock into your womanhood in one go.

You mouth opens wide from the sudden intrusion of your insides. Your eyes roll back, as the first waves of pain surge from the over stretched portions of your lower regions. Your body started to feel the pain, as your pussy is stretched out wide to fit around the girth of the creature’s cock. You mouth was still open, but no sounds came out. The pain was incredible, even after a few seconds of the beast not even moving you could still feel in throbbing inside you.

‘Ohhhh… Goood…. Ahhhhh~ It hurts so much!’ Was all you could must to think, as the beast made sure to keep you still.

It didn’t take long for the beast to feel your stretched-out cunt to relax; It starts to buck.

“Ahhhhh~ My Pussy! Ahhhh~ My pussy is being torn up!” You scream out loud, as the beast start to thrust inside you.

The beast grunts with each thrust of it hips oh hits burly hips, pushing its cock deep inside you tightened hole. Your cervix already being penetrated by the thrusting head of the beast’s cock. You felt your stomach being pushed into, with each of this thing hard thrust.

The beasts thrusting continued for what seemed like endless minutes. The grunting, and heavy breathing filled the room, with the loud moans and panting, that came from you open maw. The head of the beast’s cock pushed against the walls of your womb, the pain that once riddled through your body stated to change; along with your fading mind.

‘Ahh~ My.. Mind… Ohh~ It’s.. fading… Ahhh~ It feels…. Good…’ Your mind breaking apart, as the pain that once swelled from your stretched-out womanhood; now sent waves of unbelievable pleasure through your boy.

The beast grunt and pants from the sensation of your throbbing snatch. You moaning which was once, resisted out of defiance, was now coming out with acceptance. Your hips started to move, thrusting against this monsters thick and long cock. Your body was now moving on its own now, accepting its fate, while your mind dissolved from the turn of sensation.

The beast starts to thrust harder now, the feeling of it massive cock, pushing into your womb and smashing into your stomach. Your eyes start to roll back into your head, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, and spilling onto the dirty floor of the basement.

‘Ahhhh~ Its soo good! Its soo good! Ahhh~ Ahhh~ I so good!’ Was all you could think. With the beast continuing to ravage your holes.

You suddenly feel the beast stop its thrusting. You thought for a moment that the beast was done with you. You turn your head, and look over your shoulder. The beast was still inside your outstretched pussy. You stare at the beast, as it big crawled hands grabs hold you.

The beast was changing its position now, standing on both its legs. Lifting you off the floor, and into the air. You moan out loud, as your legs dangling on either side of the monster, with your pussy still stuffed with the horse like cock of the monster. The beast grabs hold of your arms with its clawed hands, holding in place. With a might roar, the beast starts its vicious attack on your pussy one again.

“Ahhh~ Oh god! Ahhh~ Yes! Yes! Ohhhh~ Keep going!” You scream out loud, feeling the beast’s hips thrusting it massive cock into your cunt once again.

The beasts thrust were deep and hard, with heavy and loud grunts. With each thrust, it made sure to push your body down and up. The cycle of its rhythmic fucking, making your breasts bounce up and down, along with your legs.

“Ahhh~ I’m can’t take it! I- Ahhhh~ My pussy! Ahhh~ Its shaping to your cock!” You scream aloud, feeling the beasts cock throbbing inside your pussy.

The beast starts to lick your bare neck, the slimy spongy organ moved along your neck and down your body, making your shivering in joy. It reaches your bouncing breasts, licking and teasing around your nipples.

“Ahh~ That feels so good! Ahhh~ Keep going!” You can’t help, but scream aloud. Your tongue starts to stick out of your mouth more, as the beasts starts to ravage you more. \

The beasts start the thrust its hips, faster and harder than before. The sensation pussy being thrusted into by this monster’s massive cock, was starting to become too much. The lets out a loud series of growls; the sign of the coming end of this ordeal.

‘Ahhh~ Its cock! Ohhhh~ I can feel it throbbing! Ahhhh~ He’s…Cumming!’ You mentally scream out loud. Felling your pussy being pulverized by the beast’s cock.

The monster its self, starts to grunt louder and louder, letting out it heavy breaths, at hold your in place with it clawed hands. You feel the head of the beast’s cock, pushing into your womb with each thrust, smashing against your babymaker without a care for the consequences. You felt the beasts true desire now, as it continues to pound you.

“Ahhh~ I’m cumming! I’m cumming~ Ahhhh~ I’m…. CUMMING!” You moan aloud, as your body reacts from the surging orgasm.

With a might roar, the beasts push your body, along with his final hard thrust. Pushing his massive cock into your deepest parts; making your stomach stretch outward. What followed next, was your womb being filled to the brim with the monsters thick, and hot semen. With a howl similar to wolves, you feel the massive cock, pumping and endless amount of semen into your womanhood.

‘Ahhh~ It’s going in! Ohhhh~ It making me cum again!’ You barely say in your ecstasy filled mind, as the beasts continued to fill you with its beastly man milk.

When the beast finally ends its climax, your body was in a new and strange shape. You stomach was completely swollen and bulging. As if you were several months pregnant. You look down, through open eyes, staring at your swollen body. The feeling of the monster’s hot semen flowing in your woman, and to the only exit, that was still plugged by the creature’s cock.

Your body start to orgasm again, this time from the sensation of the creatures burning hot cum inside your womb, along with its massive cock; still throbbed inside your body.

With a rough grunt, you feel the beasts start to loosen its grip around body, literally letting you drop to the floor with a loud thud. The motion released your body from the beast’s cock, letting slide out of your pussy, a leaving it gaping and wide open.

You feel your swollen belly start to get smaller, as your body starts to release the extra amount of semen that turned you belly into swollen mess.

‘Ahhh~ P-please…. M-more…. More…” Was all you could say, when you body start to relax from the orgasms.

As you felt the beasts heavy breathing from behind you, with it heavy breathing the beast’s steps back towards you, and grabs you by the legs. You moan, as you feel your body being dragged along the basement floor. You don’t even look back, or cry out for help.

Your body was broken, along with your mind. This monster and rapped you into this state, and was now going to take you to do much more; and you accepted every horrible thought of what was your future fate, as this monster sexual plaything.

Because this was the monster that broke you.

(A/N: This is the rewrite of the story from my old, deactivated blog of the same title. I am a better writer now and because this was probably the most popular story I ever wrote,I decided to revisit it. Read part two here!)

So many years ago now – I was over at my girlfriends and we were making out pretty heavy – we had been drinking and partying that evening so inhibitions were down a bit you could say.

Anyway, my girlfriend shed her clothes as did I and we sort of moved from the couch to the floor. In the process we disturbed her dog that had been curled up sleeping peacefully.

As we got further along and she got wetter and wetter we never really noticed the dog had moved closer – probably from the aroma of her sex and curiosity of her moans.

I straddled her chest and she began blowing me and that was when she began squirming and brushing the dog away – I glanced back and her dog was lapping away at her pussy – cleaning her up I guess. At first we just laughed.

But it turned me on to no end – each time my girlfriend pushed the dog away it would make it’s way back after a minute or two. After she pushed him away at one point I took her wrists and held them - in the guise of pinning her down this gave the dog a bit longer before she squirmed again and clamped her legs shut but she saw the look on my face and that was when she relented and opened wide I rubbed her clit as the dog lapped at her … it was fucking intense and blew all over her face – I am hard just thinking about it now … crazy.