We're almost to our 150th Post! Probably going to be a fiction... speaking of which I'm still abit behind so I'll get the next fiction up ASAP.
Speaking of fictions you don't mind if I go a little controversial for a future series of stories? I'm thinking of stretching my limits abit in the coming days. (Just remember I warned that I'm going to be a little wilder in a sense, but I'll warn you again when the stories begin popping up).
Friday, March 13, 2009
Home Schooled Witchcraft Present Unbearable Obsession Chapter 3 (3)
Tears flowed down Duske's face as she cried out. Her hips raised high off the bed again, swaying slightly as she shut her eyes tight and shrieked. Her hand jerked harder and harder, a fresh spray of cum jetting out of her dick covering her already cum splattered body in more orgasm fluid, making her now horny beyond any level previously felt by her.
She was sweating, exhausted yet she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was at it again. She felt dirty and awful, lying on the bed stark naked like that, unable to stop herself from cumming over and over again.
"Dawnie!!“ she whimpered in pain, “Please cum… come home… I -- I can‘t -- I can‘t STTOOoooopppp…” Duske sobbed, forcing each word from her mouth as her hand breifly rests before going back at it again.
She never felt this aroused before, needing Dawnie so very very much.
She felt as if she was going to jerk her dick off her body at this rate, unable to keep from endlessly yanking at it over and over and over again until the only woman capable of totally satisfying her was home to heal her need.
If Dawne didn’t hurry back soon she didn’t know what she’d do.
Maybe a shower. Right now she’d try anything to cool off and get into a right state of mind. Anything whatsoever.
That thought promptly fled her mind the minute Dawne’s voice broke the almost smothering silence.
"Duske." the voice called out.
"Dawnie?!? Oh goddess you‘re…” A hand clamps itself around her mouth, silencing her. She is forced face down into the bed, her rear left up so Dawne could massage and stroke Duske’s hard penis.
The sheer pleasure felt by this made Duske moan, but Dawne wasn’t going to let her sit up to greet her. As Dawne’s hand pushed harder, forcing Duske’s face into the mattress, she felt her hand stroke her dick harder and harder as if milking it.
“Does it hurt being this hard, lover?” she whispered loud enough for Duske to hear, “It hurts, doesn’t it.”
“Dawnie!!” Duske barely choked out as Dawne piled on top of her, using her upper body to keep her pinned as she did this, Duske’s eyes widening as she realized her lover was shoving a newly formed girldick up her ass as she held Duske down tight. “Now be a good girl and stroke that cock while I satisfy your every need, my precious.”
Driven by Dawne’s commands, Duske moved her masturbation hand under herself until she grasped her dick, hand jerking it hard as she gritted her teeth, the dual ravishment of her hand job and Dawne’s ass plowing affecting her greatly. Briefly a sobering memory pushed it’s way into her thoughts, how she was forced to masturbate herself while being ass raped in prison… how… “My little whore’s still a good fuck, I see.”
Suddenly the voice was no longer Dawne, and it was like she was back in prison again. The laundry room, buried face first into the pile of bed sheetings, as the bossy female prison guard raped her for defying her will again. Eventually she would have one of her little prison femme croonies jerk Duske off while she fucked her up the ass, but right now she wanted Duske to know who was mistress and the bitch of this little scene.
Duske began to cry, suddenly worried out of her mind that Dawne would come in and see her like this… bowed beneath a stronger woman… being raped like a bitch by this dominate female… her whore, her slut, her toy.
Duske’s hand is pushed away, and like clockwork the guard’s pussy whore began jerking Duske off automatically. Like a good servant.
"Oh goddess you little whore!!! You are so good!! I’m going to plow that ass of your’s forever bitch!! Oh yes! YES!! Fuck!! YESS!! Ohhh---" (the guard stiffens as she nears her moment) "Jerk her faster bitch!! She’s no good unless we’re coming together!! Jerk faster, slut, jerk fas--“ (cries out, dick hammering Duske harder) “FUCK YOU BOTH!! YES!! GODDESS DON'T HOLD BACK!! COME ON!! MAKE THE WHORE CUM--"
The brutal bitch screams, her voice echoing as Duske is overwhelmed by her moment, her body trembling as the little cumslut made her cum just as her rapist shot her load into Duske’s ass, cumming hard…
Duske turns her head, to find Dawne sitting by her side chained like a dog, obediently doing her mistress’ will…
* * * * * *
Near screaming, Duske snaps out of her dream like state and back into reality. As she pulls her wits together, Duske rolls back and forth on the bed trying to shut the horror of what she saw out of her mind’s eye, hands over her face covering the terror written all over it. “Dawne is NOT a slave!“ she rasped in a near panic, her heart hammering in her ears as she tried desperately to shake off what she saw. “She’s not a slave… she’s not that bitch’s slut… she’s not a slave… not a slave… not a slave…“
Slowly but surely she comes under control, brain finally taking control as she regained her composure slowly but surely.
That, she reasoned feebly, was a dream. The rest, it seems, was not.
Duske finds herself lying on a bed whose sheets were wet with her juices, her hand limply lying to one said as she knew she had already cummed once again. “Oh goddess.” she groaned, “I can‘t believe it. Goddess I‘m so worn out.”
Suddenly the door opens and in walks Dawne. Too tired to even complain, Duske simply rolls her gaze over to Dawne and whimpers “What took you so long…”
“Bad day, I take it.” Dawne cheerfully said, cozying herself up right next to Duske pulling the exhausted female into her arms. “You smell of sex and sweat, so I guess somebody has been dreaming about me.”
“Yeah.” Duske weakly admits, “Sorry. I‘m… I‘m so weak… fo-forgi…”
Suddenly Dawne tackles Duske down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her. Before Duske’s shocked eyes Dawne disrobes, pulling her clothes away with relish until she was as naked as her worn out lover.
“I trust you.“ Duske whispers, a knowing smile spreading. “Take me.“
Dawne drops between Duske's legs, devouring her still hard cum covered penis with one gulping swallow, alternating between sucking and stroking her penis as she went along. Dawne was almost like an animal, yet controlled and methodical in her technique. Her thoughts, however, didn’t last long as her need rose up in her head again and dominated her every thought.
“Oh goddess Dawnie!“ she cried, “Please!! More!! More!!“(she cried, panting fiercely) “Take me! Mount me! Cum with me! Give me my pills and let me…”
Dawne grabbed Duske, but instead of forcing a pill down her throat she flipped the two of them over, giving Duske dominate position. “Fuck me!!“ she cried. Without further hesistation or pause she did just that, mounting and ramming her dick home, writhing and bounce madly in a half crazed scramble to cum.
“Oh god! Oh yes! I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! Yes!! DAWNIE!!”
Duske's body continued to work as her bouncing and yelling reached a high pinnacle point, her orgasm filling Dawne even as she came in turn. Her frantic bouncing slowing and slowing until she finally calmed post climax, collapsing in a heap on top of Dawne.
As Duske looked down upon Dawne she noticed a most serene expression, abit amiss on her considering she was sweating bullets and red faced from the frantic sex they just experienced. Duske smiles meekly, looking up into Dawne’s eyes. “Dawnie? I…“
Suddenly Dawne is a flurry of movement, her legs up and over Duske’s, her arms wrapping about her, restraining her quickly. Duske, confused, tries to talk only to be shushed by her lover. Suddenly she feels one, then two fingers, press down on a specific spot between her butt and spine, pressing firmly as she wiggled her two fingers in slow rhythmic motions.
Duske’s body suddenly jumps as if shocked, held tight in Dawne’s arms her form jerks involuntarily, a shocked cry coming from her lips as she cums. Dawne, kissing Duske once, whispers "Enough foreplay, precious. Break me lover, fill me and smother me in cum.“
At that moment everything became clear, and finally a smile came to her lips as she pushed Dawne down onto the bed, smiling as she raised herself from her restraints and slid her erection into Dawne once again. The endless warmth of being snuggled into Dawne’s cunt embraced her, and she felt so warm as she made love to her precious beneath her.
Slowly she pressed in, lightly stroking at first building a fresh sense of momentum. Dawne let out a long and slow moan, completely satisfied by her life mate’s efforts filling her to completion. She was truly in heaven.
Slowly Duske pulled out, but not quite out, and pushed in again. She started this slowly, and built a rhythm, pumping faster and faster. Each stroke solicited a fresh groan or gasp from her beloved, driving Duske to make love to her stronger and faster.
As they drew nearer and nearer to their joined peak both women started to sweat again, muscles trembling and aching as they neared their moment. Yet as they neared once again Duske tried to hold back, wanted to hold it off as long as possible--- come together in unison--- as one.
Dawne dropped a free hand down between them, stroking her own clit as the two made love. Dawne quickly pushed herself up a little, just enough so the two could kiss during lovemaking, release speeding closer.
It was almost there. Barely able to hold on any further, Duske shoved Dawne back onto her back, throwing her head back with a staggered cry. “We’re cumming!! Please goddess let us cummmmmm!!“ (she closed her eyes and cried out) “Agghh!!!“ and, with one final hard thrust, they came.
It was the most intense orgasm she ever felt, it was as if Duske’s entire soul was liberated from her body all at once at the moment of release. Everything went numb except for her center of pleasure, and that lusciously addictive feeling alone dominated her very being as she surrendered to her orgasm.
They were both screaming each other's names as it happened, eyes shut and bodies trembling as their juices flowed all over the bed and down their legs. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Falling into each other’s arms wasn’t enough, as they thought it was over their bodies jerked and humped automatically even in restive position.
Dimly, breaths ragged, they whimpered in each other’s arms as they realized they were terribly close to a fresh orgasm… which hit with a weaker yet still vibrant force.
Two orgasms, three, then one more, by the time they finally floated back from their mutual hazy cloud of release back to reality, their bodies felt as if the slightest touch could release a torrential geyser of cum from their pussies. The two slumped into each other's arms and held each other tight, gasping for breath, afraid yet strangely hungering for just one more orgasm in their exhausted state.
Finally, finally, they stopped coming.
“Goddess.” Duske moaned, realizing her penis had finally deflated once again to restive state, “You certainly do know how to make me happy.”
“That‘s my line, lover.” Dawne whispered, kissing Duske passionately. “Don‘t worry about dinner, I bought takeout tonight. Just in case.”
“You think of everything.”
“I try my best.” Dawne answers, the two kissing once again as “sleep“ overtook them. “I love you, my precious.”
"I love you too, my precious.“ Duske said back, “I love you.”
And with that the two kiss one more time, holding each other tightly as they drift off into slumber.
Fin
She was sweating, exhausted yet she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was at it again. She felt dirty and awful, lying on the bed stark naked like that, unable to stop herself from cumming over and over again.
"Dawnie!!“ she whimpered in pain, “Please cum… come home… I -- I can‘t -- I can‘t STTOOoooopppp…” Duske sobbed, forcing each word from her mouth as her hand breifly rests before going back at it again.
She never felt this aroused before, needing Dawnie so very very much.
She felt as if she was going to jerk her dick off her body at this rate, unable to keep from endlessly yanking at it over and over and over again until the only woman capable of totally satisfying her was home to heal her need.
If Dawne didn’t hurry back soon she didn’t know what she’d do.
Maybe a shower. Right now she’d try anything to cool off and get into a right state of mind. Anything whatsoever.
That thought promptly fled her mind the minute Dawne’s voice broke the almost smothering silence.
"Duske." the voice called out.
"Dawnie?!? Oh goddess you‘re…” A hand clamps itself around her mouth, silencing her. She is forced face down into the bed, her rear left up so Dawne could massage and stroke Duske’s hard penis.
The sheer pleasure felt by this made Duske moan, but Dawne wasn’t going to let her sit up to greet her. As Dawne’s hand pushed harder, forcing Duske’s face into the mattress, she felt her hand stroke her dick harder and harder as if milking it.
“Does it hurt being this hard, lover?” she whispered loud enough for Duske to hear, “It hurts, doesn’t it.”
“Dawnie!!” Duske barely choked out as Dawne piled on top of her, using her upper body to keep her pinned as she did this, Duske’s eyes widening as she realized her lover was shoving a newly formed girldick up her ass as she held Duske down tight. “Now be a good girl and stroke that cock while I satisfy your every need, my precious.”
Driven by Dawne’s commands, Duske moved her masturbation hand under herself until she grasped her dick, hand jerking it hard as she gritted her teeth, the dual ravishment of her hand job and Dawne’s ass plowing affecting her greatly. Briefly a sobering memory pushed it’s way into her thoughts, how she was forced to masturbate herself while being ass raped in prison… how… “My little whore’s still a good fuck, I see.”
Suddenly the voice was no longer Dawne, and it was like she was back in prison again. The laundry room, buried face first into the pile of bed sheetings, as the bossy female prison guard raped her for defying her will again. Eventually she would have one of her little prison femme croonies jerk Duske off while she fucked her up the ass, but right now she wanted Duske to know who was mistress and the bitch of this little scene.
Duske began to cry, suddenly worried out of her mind that Dawne would come in and see her like this… bowed beneath a stronger woman… being raped like a bitch by this dominate female… her whore, her slut, her toy.
Duske’s hand is pushed away, and like clockwork the guard’s pussy whore began jerking Duske off automatically. Like a good servant.
"Oh goddess you little whore!!! You are so good!! I’m going to plow that ass of your’s forever bitch!! Oh yes! YES!! Fuck!! YESS!! Ohhh---" (the guard stiffens as she nears her moment) "Jerk her faster bitch!! She’s no good unless we’re coming together!! Jerk faster, slut, jerk fas--“ (cries out, dick hammering Duske harder) “FUCK YOU BOTH!! YES!! GODDESS DON'T HOLD BACK!! COME ON!! MAKE THE WHORE CUM--"
The brutal bitch screams, her voice echoing as Duske is overwhelmed by her moment, her body trembling as the little cumslut made her cum just as her rapist shot her load into Duske’s ass, cumming hard…
Duske turns her head, to find Dawne sitting by her side chained like a dog, obediently doing her mistress’ will…
* * * * * *
Near screaming, Duske snaps out of her dream like state and back into reality. As she pulls her wits together, Duske rolls back and forth on the bed trying to shut the horror of what she saw out of her mind’s eye, hands over her face covering the terror written all over it. “Dawne is NOT a slave!“ she rasped in a near panic, her heart hammering in her ears as she tried desperately to shake off what she saw. “She’s not a slave… she’s not that bitch’s slut… she’s not a slave… not a slave… not a slave…“
Slowly but surely she comes under control, brain finally taking control as she regained her composure slowly but surely.
That, she reasoned feebly, was a dream. The rest, it seems, was not.
Duske finds herself lying on a bed whose sheets were wet with her juices, her hand limply lying to one said as she knew she had already cummed once again. “Oh goddess.” she groaned, “I can‘t believe it. Goddess I‘m so worn out.”
Suddenly the door opens and in walks Dawne. Too tired to even complain, Duske simply rolls her gaze over to Dawne and whimpers “What took you so long…”
“Bad day, I take it.” Dawne cheerfully said, cozying herself up right next to Duske pulling the exhausted female into her arms. “You smell of sex and sweat, so I guess somebody has been dreaming about me.”
“Yeah.” Duske weakly admits, “Sorry. I‘m… I‘m so weak… fo-forgi…”
Suddenly Dawne tackles Duske down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her. Before Duske’s shocked eyes Dawne disrobes, pulling her clothes away with relish until she was as naked as her worn out lover.
“I trust you.“ Duske whispers, a knowing smile spreading. “Take me.“
Dawne drops between Duske's legs, devouring her still hard cum covered penis with one gulping swallow, alternating between sucking and stroking her penis as she went along. Dawne was almost like an animal, yet controlled and methodical in her technique. Her thoughts, however, didn’t last long as her need rose up in her head again and dominated her every thought.
“Oh goddess Dawnie!“ she cried, “Please!! More!! More!!“(she cried, panting fiercely) “Take me! Mount me! Cum with me! Give me my pills and let me…”
Dawne grabbed Duske, but instead of forcing a pill down her throat she flipped the two of them over, giving Duske dominate position. “Fuck me!!“ she cried. Without further hesistation or pause she did just that, mounting and ramming her dick home, writhing and bounce madly in a half crazed scramble to cum.
“Oh god! Oh yes! I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!! Yes!! DAWNIE!!”
Duske's body continued to work as her bouncing and yelling reached a high pinnacle point, her orgasm filling Dawne even as she came in turn. Her frantic bouncing slowing and slowing until she finally calmed post climax, collapsing in a heap on top of Dawne.
As Duske looked down upon Dawne she noticed a most serene expression, abit amiss on her considering she was sweating bullets and red faced from the frantic sex they just experienced. Duske smiles meekly, looking up into Dawne’s eyes. “Dawnie? I…“
Suddenly Dawne is a flurry of movement, her legs up and over Duske’s, her arms wrapping about her, restraining her quickly. Duske, confused, tries to talk only to be shushed by her lover. Suddenly she feels one, then two fingers, press down on a specific spot between her butt and spine, pressing firmly as she wiggled her two fingers in slow rhythmic motions.
Duske’s body suddenly jumps as if shocked, held tight in Dawne’s arms her form jerks involuntarily, a shocked cry coming from her lips as she cums. Dawne, kissing Duske once, whispers "Enough foreplay, precious. Break me lover, fill me and smother me in cum.“
At that moment everything became clear, and finally a smile came to her lips as she pushed Dawne down onto the bed, smiling as she raised herself from her restraints and slid her erection into Dawne once again. The endless warmth of being snuggled into Dawne’s cunt embraced her, and she felt so warm as she made love to her precious beneath her.
Slowly she pressed in, lightly stroking at first building a fresh sense of momentum. Dawne let out a long and slow moan, completely satisfied by her life mate’s efforts filling her to completion. She was truly in heaven.
Slowly Duske pulled out, but not quite out, and pushed in again. She started this slowly, and built a rhythm, pumping faster and faster. Each stroke solicited a fresh groan or gasp from her beloved, driving Duske to make love to her stronger and faster.
As they drew nearer and nearer to their joined peak both women started to sweat again, muscles trembling and aching as they neared their moment. Yet as they neared once again Duske tried to hold back, wanted to hold it off as long as possible--- come together in unison--- as one.
Dawne dropped a free hand down between them, stroking her own clit as the two made love. Dawne quickly pushed herself up a little, just enough so the two could kiss during lovemaking, release speeding closer.
It was almost there. Barely able to hold on any further, Duske shoved Dawne back onto her back, throwing her head back with a staggered cry. “We’re cumming!! Please goddess let us cummmmmm!!“ (she closed her eyes and cried out) “Agghh!!!“ and, with one final hard thrust, they came.
It was the most intense orgasm she ever felt, it was as if Duske’s entire soul was liberated from her body all at once at the moment of release. Everything went numb except for her center of pleasure, and that lusciously addictive feeling alone dominated her very being as she surrendered to her orgasm.
They were both screaming each other's names as it happened, eyes shut and bodies trembling as their juices flowed all over the bed and down their legs. Cumming and cumming and cumming. Falling into each other’s arms wasn’t enough, as they thought it was over their bodies jerked and humped automatically even in restive position.
Dimly, breaths ragged, they whimpered in each other’s arms as they realized they were terribly close to a fresh orgasm… which hit with a weaker yet still vibrant force.
Two orgasms, three, then one more, by the time they finally floated back from their mutual hazy cloud of release back to reality, their bodies felt as if the slightest touch could release a torrential geyser of cum from their pussies. The two slumped into each other's arms and held each other tight, gasping for breath, afraid yet strangely hungering for just one more orgasm in their exhausted state.
Finally, finally, they stopped coming.
“Goddess.” Duske moaned, realizing her penis had finally deflated once again to restive state, “You certainly do know how to make me happy.”
“That‘s my line, lover.” Dawne whispered, kissing Duske passionately. “Don‘t worry about dinner, I bought takeout tonight. Just in case.”
“You think of everything.”
“I try my best.” Dawne answers, the two kissing once again as “sleep“ overtook them. “I love you, my precious.”
"I love you too, my precious.“ Duske said back, “I love you.”
And with that the two kiss one more time, holding each other tightly as they drift off into slumber.
Fin
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Next Up...
This weekend the finale of Unbearable Obsession, then next week we'll have (once again) something new. Stay tuned.
Forever Yours Chapter 1
The wind whipped through her, chilling her to the bone even through her thick battle armor. The tall grass about her whipped about as she ran towards the slowly expanding portal gate, her thoughts only on destroying the anchors that was solidifying the gate.
The world was alien to her, dropped on a planet as the beachhead group set to prepare for the coming of the gatherers and harvesters to strip the world of natural resources.
But it was her first outbound mission on a uninhabited planet, so she wasn‘t as hardened or bitter as her associates in concerns to the mission at hand. For all intent and purposes she was a bright eyed bushy tailed youth of so-so appearance, and greater enthusiasm. She sported short dirty blonde hair, and an overall likable personality (which she supposed was at least minor compensation for being neither ridiculously knock dead beautiful or rich). Taking the new girl on what should have been a simple mission to a normal uninhabited planet didn‘t seem like much, but once things went out and it turned out to be anything but a simple mission… then they no doubt regretted assigning her to the mission.
The anamorphic humanoids she was “violently” introduced to (via a long fall into the middle of a farming community from a tall cliff) were quite peaceful, and knew nothing of violence even if violence was about to be visited upon them by an invading force meant to steal the planet’s vital resources. They were fairly well off technology wise, using a strange mix of strange “tech” and what could only be referred to as “magic” in their lives. Things powered by fossil fuels back on homeworld was powered by a strange mystical energy tapped from the planet’s own “leylines” of cosmic power, providing a limitless source of energy (as energy spent was absorbed back into the leylines and flowed once again to be tapped and then remerged). A source of pure neverending “Natural” energy, perfect for a world hungry for energy to the point that it stripped alien worlds of the very resources they used up in mass quantities on their own world.
But she wasn’t fighting for ideals, morals or a just cause.
The moment she was smitten with “Stacy“ she knew that things couldn‘t go on as she was ordered. Stacy was her caretaker assigned to her as she healed from her injuries. She was assigned to her when her battered body shocked several farmers when she was pushed off a cliff by a backstabbing teammate. Stacy was a young female of 20 years, height wise she came up to her (Tracy) height, up to shoulder height, though her size disadvantage didn’t speak of strength as Stacy was strong enough to benchpress Tracy (which she did once to carry her to medical aid).
Overall in appearance shee was humanoid (in fact from the neck down to her pussy she was all human female in appearance (as this large area on her front was bare of fur and very human in skin appearance and tone)).
The rest of her was human like as well except for a few points.
Her body for the most part (except the front) was covered in a short soft fur, a light peach cream color with streaks of a darker carmel along the back and down the limbs like racing stripes). Her fingers had strong retractable claws that she used to climb things, scale trees or ascend up the side of certain structures or barriers. Her feet were like humans, but had more flexibility and strength (allowing her to jump longer and higher than humans). Finally she had her long fluffy tail and feral facial appearance (half human/half fox in appearance with a short snout, thick furry ears (soft and so cute looking) and a long mane of hair striped a hot pink (tied up into a ponytail).
When Tracy fell in love with her, that was the moment she decided to put a stop to the planetary harvest planned by the human homeworld before it began. And once she could get back on her feet she had been running ragged trying to stop the portals, this one being the last of the portals to shut down..
As she raised her large rifle she began to pick off the portal spheres one at a time, collapsing the portal in upon itself. As she shot the last one the portal exploded violently -- a first as all the other portals collapsed harmlessly. Obviously her former allies (who had fled the world once she began collapsing the portals) knew what Tracy was up to and decided to destroy the last portal on their own, punishing him as he was thrown by the explosion. Spiteful of them. As she hit the ground, rolling over a few times painfully, he briefly thought of Stacy. Then she fell into darkness.
Briefly she woke up to Stacy, face full of worry, picking her up to carry out of harm‘s way. She could hear words, talking, but they were speaking in the language Tracy knew as that world’s native tongue so he couldn’t understand it (only through little spell straps worn around the neck could they speak other languages). As she fell back into darkness she felt as if something important was about to happen.
And she couldn’t be more right about that even if she tried.
* * * * * *
When she woke up about 2 and a half weeks had passed, and Stacy had changed.
Stacy was there by the bedside waiting for her to wake. Her warm reassuring smile comforting Tracy as she opened her eyes. It was as if nothing had happened, but in fact quite abit had happened.
After she brought Tracy back to the village to be cared for, as she told the story to Tracy, it seemed the her village council had tried to separate them only for Stacy to become violent at the thought. The specifics wasn’t clear, and she refused to say more, but in the end they clipped one of her ears (as a sign of her disgrace) and banished her from the village with Tracy forever. So, as it seemed, they were now homeless since this world had as much backwards beliefs about gays/lesbians as her own homeworld.. And that’s when she told Tracy of a place to settle down in an area where people didn’t mind “foreigners” (or couples of same sex relationships).
While Tracy was healing it seemed Stacy took it upon herself to make arrangements for the two of them along with her female friends to take a trip up to a mountainside village to relocate. A trip for skiing, relaxation and celebration of the passing of a year… as well as a trip to relocate the duo and give them a new start in a bias free community.
Stacy’s adopted aunt Fiona (a human red fox hybrid, mostly human except for the fur, long red tail and feral features including her cute short snout nose and furry ears) invited them all up to celebrate with family and friends, as well as to make a life for themselves in the community away from the “lesser educated“. Not in any condition to argue or protest Tracy did what she was told and was promptly dismissed into Stacy’s care for the trip.
Tonight, however, on the eve of the trip she wasn’t sleeping very well.
Tracy sighed deeply, curled up abit in her motel bed feeling rather miserable.
“I am so damn useless…” she sighed, thinking to herself how she could have done something to stop what happened to Stacy. If only she wasn’t unconscious for so long she could have spared Stacy the humiliation of being branded an exile.
Damn fools doing that to her, she thought, feeling the bitterness fade as she felt sleep slowly reaching out to take her. She had more important things to worry about.
Sleep somehow overtook her.
She dreamed that she was walking through the grocery store naked, on her own as Stacy sometimes insisted on doing some shopping herself. As she walked about picking up a few things on their list she was approached by an older gent who was praiseful of Tracy’s actions to save their world. He then brought up Stacy, and when she mentioned dinner the gentleman promptly pointed at the list and recommended buying a specific meat. “Ladies always feed their mates it before sex. Makes them real animals in bed!”
But, as the wolf male (grey tinted coat) grinned his silly grin, she guessed her talking companion knew a thing or two of being an “animal” in bed (pun intended).
Still the thought of bringing it up, what the older male said, made her feel most uncomfortable, especially since she knew she picked up that exact meat he mentioned just a few minutes ago. She couldn’t bring herself to ask -- too afraid of what Stacy would say. She just didn’t know how to phrase it, she guessed.
It felt a tad bit like disappointment to be served pasta for dinner then, the meat in question not coming into play without a mention or afterthought. Still she did manage to keep her poker face even as it was killing her on the inside to wonder what was happening with the meat she picked up. Still, if Stacy didn’t want to talk about it.
That’s when she, with a playful grin, said “Only male wolves get horny eating meat. It’s an old wives’ tale every race gets turned on by red meat.“
“Selfish!” she hissed at herself in anger back in her bed, berating her own feelings for Stacy. “It’s not fair to force her to have sex just because I’m ready for it. Lusting for it… evil… I don’t want to hurt her, rush it, make a mistake --” (teeth clenches as she holds back the onrush of emotion) “Errgghh…”
“We’re not a mistake.” the comforting voice in the back of his mind whispered, as two strong loving arms wrapped themselves about her, as she felt her lover’s nude form press against her back. “I‘m not a child.”
“Sorry.” Tracy mumbled half heartedly, feeling abit drained by her inner ragings. At that apology Stacy giggled and said “My precious doesn’t need to be sorry. I should be.” (a brief kiss in the back of the neck, causing Tracy to shudder) “I can’t wait anymore. I’m non-existent as far as family goes so I don’t have anyone to explain my sex life to. It’s my body in anycase, and my decision who to share myself with… not theirs.“
“I’m an idiot.” she sighed inwardly.
“Then I’m an idiot too.“ Stacy countered, “I have to tell you -- show you how I feel for you. Let you know I’ll always be there for you, as you‘ve been here for me. Let you know I want to be your one and true, hold you tight and never let go.”
Suddenly her thoughts fled as she rolled over and kissed Stacy full on, Stacy’s short snout clamped lightly over Tracy’s cheeks as their tongues danced and “embraced”. Their arms holding each other’s nude forms tight, intoxicating to Tracy’s already needy disposition).
‘To spend all my days with her, forever sharing her bed as life mates. Oh goddess!“
Fingers slowly pinch and toy with Stacy's nipples as she leans her head back, Tracy leans forward to kiss her neck as she toys with Stacy’s nipples. “Naughty girl!” she sighed breathlessly, relishing in Stacy’s body, “You drive me wild just by being alive!!“
Stacy's hand knew what to do, as she manually masturbated her lover’s sex, bringing throaty groans and moans from her as she did so. Stacy’s touch burned her on a sensual level, her body shuddering as Stacy worked her over. Not wanting to leave Stacy out she returned the favor, methodically working Stacy’s own clean shaven pussy with her fingers as Stacy did likewise in turn. Tit for tat, so to say.
They went on, for long moments, masturbating each other until at last Stacy could take it no more, spreading her legs she impaled Tracy’s pussy on her thigh, even as she moved to catch her own cunt on top of Tracy’s thigh. Both women cried out, clinging onto each other as each worked to hump the other woman repeatedly on their slowly moistening thigh. First their breaths caught, then breathing became ragged as their precum soaked their thighs, a feeling of impending release spurring their actions to greater heights. Their hands kept busy, first by embracing each other then by massaging each other’s tits, fingers pulling and pinching hard nipples and massaging soft tits in turn.Stacy’s head whipped back and forth, her short snout ajar as a high pitched mewling howl indicated that she was enjoying her dual ravishment overtaking her. Goddess, this was heaven.
They both began to tense as their moments rose, Tracy’s eyes focused only on Stacy before her as they made love, sweat rolling from their bodies as they strained closer towards release. Stacy suddenly nudges Tracy’s arms out of the way and embraced her fully, locking their bodies tight as their thighs continued humping like mad towards impending release, their mouths once again locked in a deep soul searing kiss.
It worked. The dual ravishment of pussy humping and their bodies tightly embraced acted like a drug pushing the both of them quicker to climax. The room filled with the sound of their passions, the heat of their love climbing higher and higher.
As the moment hit, and climax came, as they both screamed, body rigid and tense as waves of undying pleasure washed over them. The moment lasted seemingly forever, and Tracy’s whole body felt like one large pussy cumming forever and ever over her lover’s soft body. Then, finally the collapsed into bed exhausted from the ordeal, unable to move for what seemed the longest time cuddling and petting.
Goddess, Tracy thought, we’re going to be like this forever and ever… the two of us. Slowly, they fell into a deep sleep, naked and embraced in each other's arms, dead to the world and only real to each other as dreams overtook them.
To Be Continued April 2009
The world was alien to her, dropped on a planet as the beachhead group set to prepare for the coming of the gatherers and harvesters to strip the world of natural resources.
But it was her first outbound mission on a uninhabited planet, so she wasn‘t as hardened or bitter as her associates in concerns to the mission at hand. For all intent and purposes she was a bright eyed bushy tailed youth of so-so appearance, and greater enthusiasm. She sported short dirty blonde hair, and an overall likable personality (which she supposed was at least minor compensation for being neither ridiculously knock dead beautiful or rich). Taking the new girl on what should have been a simple mission to a normal uninhabited planet didn‘t seem like much, but once things went out and it turned out to be anything but a simple mission… then they no doubt regretted assigning her to the mission.
The anamorphic humanoids she was “violently” introduced to (via a long fall into the middle of a farming community from a tall cliff) were quite peaceful, and knew nothing of violence even if violence was about to be visited upon them by an invading force meant to steal the planet’s vital resources. They were fairly well off technology wise, using a strange mix of strange “tech” and what could only be referred to as “magic” in their lives. Things powered by fossil fuels back on homeworld was powered by a strange mystical energy tapped from the planet’s own “leylines” of cosmic power, providing a limitless source of energy (as energy spent was absorbed back into the leylines and flowed once again to be tapped and then remerged). A source of pure neverending “Natural” energy, perfect for a world hungry for energy to the point that it stripped alien worlds of the very resources they used up in mass quantities on their own world.
But she wasn’t fighting for ideals, morals or a just cause.
The moment she was smitten with “Stacy“ she knew that things couldn‘t go on as she was ordered. Stacy was her caretaker assigned to her as she healed from her injuries. She was assigned to her when her battered body shocked several farmers when she was pushed off a cliff by a backstabbing teammate. Stacy was a young female of 20 years, height wise she came up to her (Tracy) height, up to shoulder height, though her size disadvantage didn’t speak of strength as Stacy was strong enough to benchpress Tracy (which she did once to carry her to medical aid).
Overall in appearance shee was humanoid (in fact from the neck down to her pussy she was all human female in appearance (as this large area on her front was bare of fur and very human in skin appearance and tone)).
The rest of her was human like as well except for a few points.
Her body for the most part (except the front) was covered in a short soft fur, a light peach cream color with streaks of a darker carmel along the back and down the limbs like racing stripes). Her fingers had strong retractable claws that she used to climb things, scale trees or ascend up the side of certain structures or barriers. Her feet were like humans, but had more flexibility and strength (allowing her to jump longer and higher than humans). Finally she had her long fluffy tail and feral facial appearance (half human/half fox in appearance with a short snout, thick furry ears (soft and so cute looking) and a long mane of hair striped a hot pink (tied up into a ponytail).
When Tracy fell in love with her, that was the moment she decided to put a stop to the planetary harvest planned by the human homeworld before it began. And once she could get back on her feet she had been running ragged trying to stop the portals, this one being the last of the portals to shut down..
As she raised her large rifle she began to pick off the portal spheres one at a time, collapsing the portal in upon itself. As she shot the last one the portal exploded violently -- a first as all the other portals collapsed harmlessly. Obviously her former allies (who had fled the world once she began collapsing the portals) knew what Tracy was up to and decided to destroy the last portal on their own, punishing him as he was thrown by the explosion. Spiteful of them. As she hit the ground, rolling over a few times painfully, he briefly thought of Stacy. Then she fell into darkness.
Briefly she woke up to Stacy, face full of worry, picking her up to carry out of harm‘s way. She could hear words, talking, but they were speaking in the language Tracy knew as that world’s native tongue so he couldn’t understand it (only through little spell straps worn around the neck could they speak other languages). As she fell back into darkness she felt as if something important was about to happen.
And she couldn’t be more right about that even if she tried.
* * * * * *
When she woke up about 2 and a half weeks had passed, and Stacy had changed.
Stacy was there by the bedside waiting for her to wake. Her warm reassuring smile comforting Tracy as she opened her eyes. It was as if nothing had happened, but in fact quite abit had happened.
After she brought Tracy back to the village to be cared for, as she told the story to Tracy, it seemed the her village council had tried to separate them only for Stacy to become violent at the thought. The specifics wasn’t clear, and she refused to say more, but in the end they clipped one of her ears (as a sign of her disgrace) and banished her from the village with Tracy forever. So, as it seemed, they were now homeless since this world had as much backwards beliefs about gays/lesbians as her own homeworld.. And that’s when she told Tracy of a place to settle down in an area where people didn’t mind “foreigners” (or couples of same sex relationships).
While Tracy was healing it seemed Stacy took it upon herself to make arrangements for the two of them along with her female friends to take a trip up to a mountainside village to relocate. A trip for skiing, relaxation and celebration of the passing of a year… as well as a trip to relocate the duo and give them a new start in a bias free community.
Stacy’s adopted aunt Fiona (a human red fox hybrid, mostly human except for the fur, long red tail and feral features including her cute short snout nose and furry ears) invited them all up to celebrate with family and friends, as well as to make a life for themselves in the community away from the “lesser educated“. Not in any condition to argue or protest Tracy did what she was told and was promptly dismissed into Stacy’s care for the trip.
Tonight, however, on the eve of the trip she wasn’t sleeping very well.
Tracy sighed deeply, curled up abit in her motel bed feeling rather miserable.
“I am so damn useless…” she sighed, thinking to herself how she could have done something to stop what happened to Stacy. If only she wasn’t unconscious for so long she could have spared Stacy the humiliation of being branded an exile.
Damn fools doing that to her, she thought, feeling the bitterness fade as she felt sleep slowly reaching out to take her. She had more important things to worry about.
Sleep somehow overtook her.
She dreamed that she was walking through the grocery store naked, on her own as Stacy sometimes insisted on doing some shopping herself. As she walked about picking up a few things on their list she was approached by an older gent who was praiseful of Tracy’s actions to save their world. He then brought up Stacy, and when she mentioned dinner the gentleman promptly pointed at the list and recommended buying a specific meat. “Ladies always feed their mates it before sex. Makes them real animals in bed!”
But, as the wolf male (grey tinted coat) grinned his silly grin, she guessed her talking companion knew a thing or two of being an “animal” in bed (pun intended).
Still the thought of bringing it up, what the older male said, made her feel most uncomfortable, especially since she knew she picked up that exact meat he mentioned just a few minutes ago. She couldn’t bring herself to ask -- too afraid of what Stacy would say. She just didn’t know how to phrase it, she guessed.
It felt a tad bit like disappointment to be served pasta for dinner then, the meat in question not coming into play without a mention or afterthought. Still she did manage to keep her poker face even as it was killing her on the inside to wonder what was happening with the meat she picked up. Still, if Stacy didn’t want to talk about it.
That’s when she, with a playful grin, said “Only male wolves get horny eating meat. It’s an old wives’ tale every race gets turned on by red meat.“
“Selfish!” she hissed at herself in anger back in her bed, berating her own feelings for Stacy. “It’s not fair to force her to have sex just because I’m ready for it. Lusting for it… evil… I don’t want to hurt her, rush it, make a mistake --” (teeth clenches as she holds back the onrush of emotion) “Errgghh…”
“We’re not a mistake.” the comforting voice in the back of his mind whispered, as two strong loving arms wrapped themselves about her, as she felt her lover’s nude form press against her back. “I‘m not a child.”
“Sorry.” Tracy mumbled half heartedly, feeling abit drained by her inner ragings. At that apology Stacy giggled and said “My precious doesn’t need to be sorry. I should be.” (a brief kiss in the back of the neck, causing Tracy to shudder) “I can’t wait anymore. I’m non-existent as far as family goes so I don’t have anyone to explain my sex life to. It’s my body in anycase, and my decision who to share myself with… not theirs.“
“I’m an idiot.” she sighed inwardly.
“Then I’m an idiot too.“ Stacy countered, “I have to tell you -- show you how I feel for you. Let you know I’ll always be there for you, as you‘ve been here for me. Let you know I want to be your one and true, hold you tight and never let go.”
Suddenly her thoughts fled as she rolled over and kissed Stacy full on, Stacy’s short snout clamped lightly over Tracy’s cheeks as their tongues danced and “embraced”. Their arms holding each other’s nude forms tight, intoxicating to Tracy’s already needy disposition).
‘To spend all my days with her, forever sharing her bed as life mates. Oh goddess!“
Fingers slowly pinch and toy with Stacy's nipples as she leans her head back, Tracy leans forward to kiss her neck as she toys with Stacy’s nipples. “Naughty girl!” she sighed breathlessly, relishing in Stacy’s body, “You drive me wild just by being alive!!“
Stacy's hand knew what to do, as she manually masturbated her lover’s sex, bringing throaty groans and moans from her as she did so. Stacy’s touch burned her on a sensual level, her body shuddering as Stacy worked her over. Not wanting to leave Stacy out she returned the favor, methodically working Stacy’s own clean shaven pussy with her fingers as Stacy did likewise in turn. Tit for tat, so to say.
They went on, for long moments, masturbating each other until at last Stacy could take it no more, spreading her legs she impaled Tracy’s pussy on her thigh, even as she moved to catch her own cunt on top of Tracy’s thigh. Both women cried out, clinging onto each other as each worked to hump the other woman repeatedly on their slowly moistening thigh. First their breaths caught, then breathing became ragged as their precum soaked their thighs, a feeling of impending release spurring their actions to greater heights. Their hands kept busy, first by embracing each other then by massaging each other’s tits, fingers pulling and pinching hard nipples and massaging soft tits in turn.Stacy’s head whipped back and forth, her short snout ajar as a high pitched mewling howl indicated that she was enjoying her dual ravishment overtaking her. Goddess, this was heaven.
They both began to tense as their moments rose, Tracy’s eyes focused only on Stacy before her as they made love, sweat rolling from their bodies as they strained closer towards release. Stacy suddenly nudges Tracy’s arms out of the way and embraced her fully, locking their bodies tight as their thighs continued humping like mad towards impending release, their mouths once again locked in a deep soul searing kiss.
It worked. The dual ravishment of pussy humping and their bodies tightly embraced acted like a drug pushing the both of them quicker to climax. The room filled with the sound of their passions, the heat of their love climbing higher and higher.
As the moment hit, and climax came, as they both screamed, body rigid and tense as waves of undying pleasure washed over them. The moment lasted seemingly forever, and Tracy’s whole body felt like one large pussy cumming forever and ever over her lover’s soft body. Then, finally the collapsed into bed exhausted from the ordeal, unable to move for what seemed the longest time cuddling and petting.
Goddess, Tracy thought, we’re going to be like this forever and ever… the two of us. Slowly, they fell into a deep sleep, naked and embraced in each other's arms, dead to the world and only real to each other as dreams overtook them.
To Be Continued April 2009
Home Schooled Witchcraft Presents Unbearable Obsession Chapter 2 of 3
As she finished undressing, Duske rushed forward taking Dawne fully into her arms, hugging her tightly. Dawne smiles warmly as she exchanging a knowing glance with Duske, one hand encouraging Duske’s hand to slide into her panties, spreading her legs slightly to give her better access.
Duske started with light gentle masturbation, slowly using her fingers to excite Dawne even as she busied her free hand by keeping Dawne’s hands from interrupting her finger work. Occasionally Duske pinched and played with one and then the other nipple on Dawne‘s breasts, a little reward for the “right“ behavior from Dawne as she was being pleased.
When she couldn’t take anymore, she uses her body's weight to force Dawne down onto her knees, gritting her teeth tight as her dick swings fully erect ready for action. That‘s when the real fun with Dawne began.
Duske grabbed her arms pinning them back, holding her tight, slowly binding Dawne’s hands with a practice binding ribbon from Bondage for Beginners class.
Once fully restrained she rolls Dawne over onto her back, spreading her legs open treating her eyes to a most inviting sight. As she leaned forward she used the fingers of one hand to spread Dawne’s pedals, feeling her heartbeat surge strong from the stimulation Dawne was providing her right now.
Pinned as she is, Dawne is unable to resist as Duske takes her dick in hand, slowly teasing her lover with it so close to her womanly opening. Slowly tracing the tip up and down her slit, bringing cries of need and want from her lover with each teasing touch. Dawne soon begins to desperately thrust her hips up towards the teasing dick, just out of her reach but not quite.
Duske, however, was in no rush to end it too soon, so she manages to remain just out of reach from Dawne, tempting her with what she wants the most. One she is ready, and knows Dawne is ready too, she lunges forward taking her lover fully and completely.
Right there in the private little hideaway in the gardens she‘ll take the screaming Dawne without hesistation, desperately fucking her to release. As she flips her lover over doggy style, falling on top of her she would feel her dick swell and swell until it could not hold back anymore. Fully rewarding, nasty lovemaking on the grass, her self indulgence after all that report writing.
Dawne’s legs and arms wrapped around her, her voice screaming for more, begging Duske to fill her completely with her loving juices in her belly. As their pleasure mounted and grew, Duske knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
Clenching Dawne tightly to her, her dick swelled thick as she felt it begin to to peak. Finally, with a shrieking cry, they held tight as their bodies underwent a dual orgasm. Dawne’s pussy milked out it’s passion even as it was filled in turns by the thick gushing waves of release fired out of Duske’s dick.
* * * * * *
"…eyyyahhh!!!"Duske cries out, another orgasm ripping through her as she jerks herself off in a sideways position, a fresh wave of cum shooting from her dick in long streams across the bedding.
"Goddess! Oh my sweet goddess!!" she moans, rolling back and forth barely managing to loosen her hand from her deflated dick again, hand moist with her twice cum. “I can’t stop doing it… I can’t stop… oh Dawnie I can‘t stop!!“
The thought of jerking off suddenly seemed always near to her mind’s eye. It was as if she couldn’t live 5 minutes without cumming again and again, always close to being tired out everytime she came only to find new strength to do it again from her obsessive need to have her dick shoot off over and over and over again.
Duske’s upper body quickly snapped up and she cried out “Oh no!!”… only to fall silent as she fell back into the soft bedding with a thud.
Sure, she felt rather bad about it… but she knew once she felt this way it would take a lot of effort on Dawne’s part to straighten her out and get her over this need to endlessly cum. If only Dawne was home now then this would be well on it’s way to resolution right now.
With an impatient huff, Duske rolls over so her gaze falls upon her personal closet, considering a choice of naughty wear for Dawne‘s homecoming. “Maybe I should go for an all FeatherFabric lingere ensemble.“ she whispered, “But if I do that I’ll cum five times before I even have the chance to begin stripping seductively.“
The thought to walk into her closet and pick out a new wardrobe seemed still not close to her mind, as she still waited for her body to regather it‘s strength after her last mind numbing orgasm. “Dawne's going to be home from shopping soon so I should wrap this up as quickly as possible… I still have to put dinner together for tonight after all.”
Somehow she manages to get her feet under her, wobbling into the closet where she begins to look through her clothes (as well as Dawne’s) for a change of clothing from her Sex Witchcraft student clothing. As she holds one particularly naughty halloween costume up to the mirror she shivers involuntarily, feeling her erection slowly rising beneath the soft naughty skirt of the maid’s outfit pressed onto her body.
“Goddess…” she hissed, pressing the soft material against her nude form, “I‘m becoming… aroused… again…” Tomoyo gasps, hand grabbing at at the skirt rubbing the soft material about her growing erection. Numbly she tries to wretch her hand away, crying “Stop it! Stop it! Stop--”
She finally tosses the material aside, her hand grabbing a silk shirt which she shoves her dick into, haphazardly using it as a cum rag as she runs back into the room collapsing onto the bed.
Rolling on the bedding she jerks herself into a full erection once again, tears coming to her eyes as she began to work towards another orgasm so close yet so far… Suddenly her world turns hazy and cloudy.
The first night she and Dawne had sex. She could never forget that.
It had been months since she became friends with Dawne soon after being incarcerated and given the sex change procedure. Dawne was the closest thing to a real friend she had in the prison, and the only one who would comfort her after every forced rape she endured. She was the only thing, it seemed, that kept her sane in the sexually overcharged cellblock.
Violence was rare, and unnecessary since these new forms made all the prisoners sexually excited most of the time. It didn’t take much for a prison rape gang to get together, more from a need to satisfy their “demon” than anything else. Duske was not a team player, didn’t join a gang or anything, so she often was one of those victimized by these gangs (who sought out loners in the “family” and made them their bitches).
She had been so withdrawn when Dawne came to her that night.
She hasn't made love that wasn’t forced rape in a long time.
Dawne told her that Duske was so beautiful to her when she first beheld her lying in the Prison Medico Ward cot, recovering from a rape. Now she was staring at her in her own isolation cell, sleeping. Dawne’s breath caught in her throat as she admired her, feeling her own arousal grip her heart as she wanted to go closer.
Slowly, carefully, she crawls into bed with Duske, careful not to wake her (yet). She's so beautiful in the soft dim glow of the cell’s lighting elements, Dawne said she couldn’t resist shivering as she pulled away the sheets to behold Duske’s nude body. Dawne quickly disrobed herself, eyes fixated and on slumbering dick between Duske’s legs, her own nude body sweating in anticipation of what was to come from what she said of it.
She gently moves forward, lips softly touching Duske’s penis as she kissed it, feeling the cock slowly respond she licked and licked it gently, causing it to rise before her. Shaken awake by this, Dawne gently restrains her, letting her know quietly that she was safe before going back to suckle on Duske’s now erect dick. Duske, dazed laid back feeling wave upon wave of mind energizing pleasure as this woman, the one she was so friendly with, was now giving her something that she hadn’t had in a long long time… consensual sex.
A tear comes to her eye, Duske silently crying abit as she whispers to her new lover “Let me taste you.“ she begged, “Give me your pussy.“
Obliging, she swings about and presents, allowing her love to take her as she takes Duske in turn. Lips to cunt and lips around dick, both stimulating the other slowly and quietly to release.
But this wouldn’t be the end of it, once recovered Dawne would roll herself under Duske and silently present herself, beautiful goddess like body ready to be plunged into by the hard eager dick before her pussy.
As Dawne lifts her spread legs about Duske’s rear, drawing her in, their eyes lock and hold tight. Duske reaches down, one hand holding her dick as the other spreads Dawne’s pedals and allows her to press her penis right up and into her pussy slowly working herself into her…
* * * * * *
Briefly Duske screams, a new orgasm rippling through her… only this time her dick did not lower or weaken post orgasm. It was still stiff and still sensitive as all hell as she jerked herself off towards yet another orgasm so close to the last one, shooting a fresh load of cum all over the bedding.
‘The one bright point of being dead already.’ Duske thought to herself, ‘I can’t die again even from too much pleasure.’
Resigning herself to her fate, Duske sinks back into her own thoughts.
* * * * * *
Duske leaned forward and took ahold of one of Dawne’s breasts, suckling on the nipple as she gingerly plowed her penis right into the willing nurse’s pussy. The hardness of Dawne’s nipples tantalized her tongue as it stroked and rubbed against it again and again, even as her fingers hardened the other nipple bringing a moan of approval from Dawne’s sweet lips. As she groaned, her body fastened about Duske keeping her close, her voice a thin whisper. “That's it -- please goddess don’t stop… don’t ever stop!!”
Slowly Duske pushed herself back away from Dawne, taking control as she vigorously thrust her dick into the willing woman’s sweet spot, dominating her as she knew within her heart she was dominated in turn. Still she didn’t want to end it for Dawne too soon, she wanted to hold out as long as possible to prolong this first time together.
For long seconds it didn’t register, but soon enough she realized just how easy it was to mount Dawne as she did. Dawne wasn’t a virgin, but then again neither was Duske so it didn’t seem to matter to her.
Together, in unison, they bucked and ground into each other, hips humping and breaths rasping, each shuddering from the pleasure given by each one in turn. Each one working hard to emulate the pleasure given to her, returning it back in full measure. Each one’s reward for their hard work as the cries of the other, the sinful pleasure of seeing the other’s sweat glistened nude form writhe and stroke blow for blow in the loving gaze of each woman’s eyes.
Everything felt like it was going to explode for both women, the two of them riding on top of the growing sexbomb ready to explode with it.
Finally everything did explode, and with a long soul wracking groan they came, Dawne’s pussy splattering it’s juices all over Duske’s penis driving her to higher and higher strokes of her hips pumping her release into Dawne’s belly. Her dick was smothered in pussy and cum, the excess fluids of their dual release splashing about as it ran downwards over their inner thighs and Dawne’s butt. After long seconds they collapsed onto each other, their breathes was ragged and wasted. Goddess, Duske thought dimly as she held her new lover tightly, she was perfect. My---
Tears flowed down Duske’s face as she cried out, reality intruding on her fever dream as she came once again.
To Be Concluded
Duske started with light gentle masturbation, slowly using her fingers to excite Dawne even as she busied her free hand by keeping Dawne’s hands from interrupting her finger work. Occasionally Duske pinched and played with one and then the other nipple on Dawne‘s breasts, a little reward for the “right“ behavior from Dawne as she was being pleased.
When she couldn’t take anymore, she uses her body's weight to force Dawne down onto her knees, gritting her teeth tight as her dick swings fully erect ready for action. That‘s when the real fun with Dawne began.
Duske grabbed her arms pinning them back, holding her tight, slowly binding Dawne’s hands with a practice binding ribbon from Bondage for Beginners class.
Once fully restrained she rolls Dawne over onto her back, spreading her legs open treating her eyes to a most inviting sight. As she leaned forward she used the fingers of one hand to spread Dawne’s pedals, feeling her heartbeat surge strong from the stimulation Dawne was providing her right now.
Pinned as she is, Dawne is unable to resist as Duske takes her dick in hand, slowly teasing her lover with it so close to her womanly opening. Slowly tracing the tip up and down her slit, bringing cries of need and want from her lover with each teasing touch. Dawne soon begins to desperately thrust her hips up towards the teasing dick, just out of her reach but not quite.
Duske, however, was in no rush to end it too soon, so she manages to remain just out of reach from Dawne, tempting her with what she wants the most. One she is ready, and knows Dawne is ready too, she lunges forward taking her lover fully and completely.
Right there in the private little hideaway in the gardens she‘ll take the screaming Dawne without hesistation, desperately fucking her to release. As she flips her lover over doggy style, falling on top of her she would feel her dick swell and swell until it could not hold back anymore. Fully rewarding, nasty lovemaking on the grass, her self indulgence after all that report writing.
Dawne’s legs and arms wrapped around her, her voice screaming for more, begging Duske to fill her completely with her loving juices in her belly. As their pleasure mounted and grew, Duske knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
Clenching Dawne tightly to her, her dick swelled thick as she felt it begin to to peak. Finally, with a shrieking cry, they held tight as their bodies underwent a dual orgasm. Dawne’s pussy milked out it’s passion even as it was filled in turns by the thick gushing waves of release fired out of Duske’s dick.
* * * * * *
"…eyyyahhh!!!"Duske cries out, another orgasm ripping through her as she jerks herself off in a sideways position, a fresh wave of cum shooting from her dick in long streams across the bedding.
"Goddess! Oh my sweet goddess!!" she moans, rolling back and forth barely managing to loosen her hand from her deflated dick again, hand moist with her twice cum. “I can’t stop doing it… I can’t stop… oh Dawnie I can‘t stop!!“
The thought of jerking off suddenly seemed always near to her mind’s eye. It was as if she couldn’t live 5 minutes without cumming again and again, always close to being tired out everytime she came only to find new strength to do it again from her obsessive need to have her dick shoot off over and over and over again.
Duske’s upper body quickly snapped up and she cried out “Oh no!!”… only to fall silent as she fell back into the soft bedding with a thud.
Sure, she felt rather bad about it… but she knew once she felt this way it would take a lot of effort on Dawne’s part to straighten her out and get her over this need to endlessly cum. If only Dawne was home now then this would be well on it’s way to resolution right now.
With an impatient huff, Duske rolls over so her gaze falls upon her personal closet, considering a choice of naughty wear for Dawne‘s homecoming. “Maybe I should go for an all FeatherFabric lingere ensemble.“ she whispered, “But if I do that I’ll cum five times before I even have the chance to begin stripping seductively.“
The thought to walk into her closet and pick out a new wardrobe seemed still not close to her mind, as she still waited for her body to regather it‘s strength after her last mind numbing orgasm. “Dawne's going to be home from shopping soon so I should wrap this up as quickly as possible… I still have to put dinner together for tonight after all.”
Somehow she manages to get her feet under her, wobbling into the closet where she begins to look through her clothes (as well as Dawne’s) for a change of clothing from her Sex Witchcraft student clothing. As she holds one particularly naughty halloween costume up to the mirror she shivers involuntarily, feeling her erection slowly rising beneath the soft naughty skirt of the maid’s outfit pressed onto her body.
“Goddess…” she hissed, pressing the soft material against her nude form, “I‘m becoming… aroused… again…” Tomoyo gasps, hand grabbing at at the skirt rubbing the soft material about her growing erection. Numbly she tries to wretch her hand away, crying “Stop it! Stop it! Stop--”
She finally tosses the material aside, her hand grabbing a silk shirt which she shoves her dick into, haphazardly using it as a cum rag as she runs back into the room collapsing onto the bed.
Rolling on the bedding she jerks herself into a full erection once again, tears coming to her eyes as she began to work towards another orgasm so close yet so far… Suddenly her world turns hazy and cloudy.
The first night she and Dawne had sex. She could never forget that.
It had been months since she became friends with Dawne soon after being incarcerated and given the sex change procedure. Dawne was the closest thing to a real friend she had in the prison, and the only one who would comfort her after every forced rape she endured. She was the only thing, it seemed, that kept her sane in the sexually overcharged cellblock.
Violence was rare, and unnecessary since these new forms made all the prisoners sexually excited most of the time. It didn’t take much for a prison rape gang to get together, more from a need to satisfy their “demon” than anything else. Duske was not a team player, didn’t join a gang or anything, so she often was one of those victimized by these gangs (who sought out loners in the “family” and made them their bitches).
She had been so withdrawn when Dawne came to her that night.
She hasn't made love that wasn’t forced rape in a long time.
Dawne told her that Duske was so beautiful to her when she first beheld her lying in the Prison Medico Ward cot, recovering from a rape. Now she was staring at her in her own isolation cell, sleeping. Dawne’s breath caught in her throat as she admired her, feeling her own arousal grip her heart as she wanted to go closer.
Slowly, carefully, she crawls into bed with Duske, careful not to wake her (yet). She's so beautiful in the soft dim glow of the cell’s lighting elements, Dawne said she couldn’t resist shivering as she pulled away the sheets to behold Duske’s nude body. Dawne quickly disrobed herself, eyes fixated and on slumbering dick between Duske’s legs, her own nude body sweating in anticipation of what was to come from what she said of it.
She gently moves forward, lips softly touching Duske’s penis as she kissed it, feeling the cock slowly respond she licked and licked it gently, causing it to rise before her. Shaken awake by this, Dawne gently restrains her, letting her know quietly that she was safe before going back to suckle on Duske’s now erect dick. Duske, dazed laid back feeling wave upon wave of mind energizing pleasure as this woman, the one she was so friendly with, was now giving her something that she hadn’t had in a long long time… consensual sex.
A tear comes to her eye, Duske silently crying abit as she whispers to her new lover “Let me taste you.“ she begged, “Give me your pussy.“
Obliging, she swings about and presents, allowing her love to take her as she takes Duske in turn. Lips to cunt and lips around dick, both stimulating the other slowly and quietly to release.
But this wouldn’t be the end of it, once recovered Dawne would roll herself under Duske and silently present herself, beautiful goddess like body ready to be plunged into by the hard eager dick before her pussy.
As Dawne lifts her spread legs about Duske’s rear, drawing her in, their eyes lock and hold tight. Duske reaches down, one hand holding her dick as the other spreads Dawne’s pedals and allows her to press her penis right up and into her pussy slowly working herself into her…
* * * * * *
Briefly Duske screams, a new orgasm rippling through her… only this time her dick did not lower or weaken post orgasm. It was still stiff and still sensitive as all hell as she jerked herself off towards yet another orgasm so close to the last one, shooting a fresh load of cum all over the bedding.
‘The one bright point of being dead already.’ Duske thought to herself, ‘I can’t die again even from too much pleasure.’
Resigning herself to her fate, Duske sinks back into her own thoughts.
* * * * * *
Duske leaned forward and took ahold of one of Dawne’s breasts, suckling on the nipple as she gingerly plowed her penis right into the willing nurse’s pussy. The hardness of Dawne’s nipples tantalized her tongue as it stroked and rubbed against it again and again, even as her fingers hardened the other nipple bringing a moan of approval from Dawne’s sweet lips. As she groaned, her body fastened about Duske keeping her close, her voice a thin whisper. “That's it -- please goddess don’t stop… don’t ever stop!!”
Slowly Duske pushed herself back away from Dawne, taking control as she vigorously thrust her dick into the willing woman’s sweet spot, dominating her as she knew within her heart she was dominated in turn. Still she didn’t want to end it for Dawne too soon, she wanted to hold out as long as possible to prolong this first time together.
For long seconds it didn’t register, but soon enough she realized just how easy it was to mount Dawne as she did. Dawne wasn’t a virgin, but then again neither was Duske so it didn’t seem to matter to her.
Together, in unison, they bucked and ground into each other, hips humping and breaths rasping, each shuddering from the pleasure given by each one in turn. Each one working hard to emulate the pleasure given to her, returning it back in full measure. Each one’s reward for their hard work as the cries of the other, the sinful pleasure of seeing the other’s sweat glistened nude form writhe and stroke blow for blow in the loving gaze of each woman’s eyes.
Everything felt like it was going to explode for both women, the two of them riding on top of the growing sexbomb ready to explode with it.
Finally everything did explode, and with a long soul wracking groan they came, Dawne’s pussy splattering it’s juices all over Duske’s penis driving her to higher and higher strokes of her hips pumping her release into Dawne’s belly. Her dick was smothered in pussy and cum, the excess fluids of their dual release splashing about as it ran downwards over their inner thighs and Dawne’s butt. After long seconds they collapsed onto each other, their breathes was ragged and wasted. Goddess, Duske thought dimly as she held her new lover tightly, she was perfect. My---
Tears flowed down Duske’s face as she cried out, reality intruding on her fever dream as she came once again.
To Be Concluded
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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This weekend it's Part 2 of the 3 part Unbearable Obsessions, then something new during the new week... stay tuned to find out what!
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