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Short: Crystal dressed up as a Vampire and Ayalet as a Werewolf
The Vampire costume Crystal wore straddled the line between classy and whorish in the way only top end costumes could, hints of nipples peeking out over the top of her corset from the right angle, and a skirt so short it’d drawn every set of eyes they’d walked past to get here. Or maybe that’d been the leash and collar. Probably both.
On the other end of that leash was Ayalet, her muscular body on equally grand display. The werewolf look she’d gone for featured a furry miniskirt, fake ears and an artfully torn up shirt that showed off more than it concealed. The tail that poked out from under the skirt had no visible connection point. Unless you saw it from the right angle that was
Crystal was getting a pretty good look at it right now. Laying under Ayalet, balls draped across her face, she tried not to whine as Ayalet’s hand moved slowly on slowly on her dick, roaming up and down it with teasing pressure. “So hard already. You like my costume that much?”
The Asari nodded enthusiastically, mouth too full of dick to speak. The movement made Ayalet’s dick stiffen a little more in her throat, working up to full strength. Crystal shivered in anticipation of fitting it all inside her. She’d been practicing. She could do it!
Moving her hips as deliberately as her hand, Ayalet started to thrust, using Crystal’s mouth like a cock sleeve as she continued to tease and toy with her friend’s dick. It was a game. The first one to cum would be the first on the bottom, and Ayalet had no intention of cumming first.
Not that Crystal was making that easy. Rolling her head back and forth, she used her tongue to tease and stroke the shaft, even pushing past her lips to tickle Ayalet’s balls as she got more comfortable with her length. Soon, Ayalet was breathing hard, and her teasing strokes had taken on a focused intensity, thumb rubbing little circles on the head. Reaching up over her head, Crystal got a grip on the tail hanging down over her forehead and tugged. Gently. Just enough to tease Ayalet’s ass. The Quinari gasped, her cock twitching in Ayalet’s throat.
“Naughty naughty!” Ayalet added her other hand to Crystal’s cock. “But not good enough!”
Spitting on her fingers, she worked them in alternating directions, moving fast and sure. It was Crystal’s weakness, and they both knew it. Face full of cock and two hands on her dick, she couldn’t last. She tried. She failed. With a muffled moan, she bucked, back arching and cum erupting across her belly, ivory bands painting pink sink. Ayalet crowed her triumph. “Gods that’s so fucking hot!” Leaning down, she licked some of the mess off Crystal’s abs. “A little treat for me.” She came, pumping cum into Crystal’s throat. “And a lot for you!”
The night had officially started!
Short 2: When you told your friends your stepmom was a demon, you were being literal. Only when you two were alone did the horns and tail come out. You couldn’t resist the temptation as she took off your pants and deepthroated your cock.
“Yeah. Sure man. Your step-mom is a demon. What, does she make you do your chores? Did she make your dad give you a curfew? Come on, man. I’m sure she’s not that bad.”
Your friends just didn’t get it. You weren’t being sarcastic. You weren’t being rude. Hell, you weren’t even actually complaining. You were trying to tell them exactly what you’d said. Your Step-mom, was a demon. Literally. They just laughed it off.
You wished you could.
Because they were right. She had imposed a curfew. And she did make you do chores. Just not the chores they expected.
The door to your room closed, blocking out the light from the living room and leaving just your table lamp. In its light, the color shift as her skin went from pale to a deep red could almost have been a trick of the light. The horns that grew out of her forehead, parting her bangs were harder to ignore. As was the tail that unfurled from beneath the tight pencil skirt she wore. She smiled as she stalked forward. “It’s 8:30, darling. Time for my feeding.”
Her hands found your belt, undoing the clasp with quick, practiced motions. As always, fear and lust wared within you, and as it always did, lust won out. By the time she had your dick free of your boxers, it was rock hard. She kissed the base. “Always nice to be appreciated.”
Wrapping both hands around your shaft, she started to lick the head. She took her time with it, running her tongue all over, her faintly glowing eyes never leaving yours. It was as unnerving as it was alluring. When she finally spread her lips wider to take you into her mouth, you were already breathing harder. Lips sealing around your head, she sucked hard enough her cheeks turned concave. It was almost painful. Almost. When she let you go, you came out with a *POP*. She licked her lips. “Delicious. I want more.”
She pushed back onto you, this time taking you all the way to the base in a single go. Your hands tightened on the sheets in instinctive reaction. She flexed her throat, squeezing your head and earning a gasp from you. It was a game to her. Always. Your reluctance feeding her amusement. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like being her toy anymore.
Releasing the blankets, you grabbed her horns, one in each hand. They’d scared you the first time you’d seen them. Now you were going to use them. You’d caught her as she’d started to come back up. With a snarl, you hauled her back down, ramming yourself as deep as you could go with savage power. The confused cocktail of emotions you’d felt ever since discovering your step-mother’s true nature burned hot in your chest, a more potent fuel than you’d have imagined. You fed on it, letting it drive you into a face fuck more aggressive than anything you’d ever done before. Her tail lashed back and forth with sudden ferocity, but you ignored it, too caught up in your own feelings to give it more than a passing thought. The fire in you burned hotter and hotter, your hips and hands moving to its insistent need until with a sudden releasing sensation you felt yourself cum. Everything, heat, pressure, anger, fear, frustration, lust, all of it poured out in that single protracted moment, flowing out with your cum into the mouth of the woman who’d made you her play thing. You felt momentarily empty in its absence.
You released her horns, falling backwards onto your bed. She pulled away, coughing slightly. Cum flicked her lips. “Finally.” She licked her lips clean and lifted her eyes to yours once again. They glowed brighter than ever. “Now the real fun can begin.”
Short: Loona and Krystal recording themselves getting freaky in costume at a graveyard. Loona as a witch and Krystal a vampire. Krystal has a dick
“Stop messing around with that and come fuck me already!” Loona called, sitting atop the most imposing tomb in the cemetary, legs kicking restlessly.
“Almost got it…” Krystal stuck her tongue out of her mouth, accidently knocking one of her fake vampire fangs loose in the process. Why she’d bothered with them when she had a mouth full of fangs already was anybody’s guess, but that was Krystal, she liked to go the extra mile. Take the camera for example. It had IR and EM filters to catch any ghosts or spirits their activities called up. “There!” She hit the record button and the little red light on the top started blinking. “We’re set!”
“Finally.” Loona scooted backwards further onto the crypt, uncrossing her legs and dropping back onto her palms so Krystal and her camera could get a good look at the slutty witch costume she’d picked. Her ears, sticking out of specially made slits in the pointy hat, twitched. “Now can we fuck?”
Krystal crossed the graveyard to her, taking care to step over the graves between them instead of on them. Loona rolled her eyes. Shehadn’t bothered and canine footprints dented the damp grass over several of them. “You’re so weird. They’re dead. And you’re about to fuck me on top of somebody tomb.”
Instead of answering, Krystal dropped into a squat in front of Looma. Her high necked vampire cloak blocked the camera’s view of just what she was doing, but Looma’s sudden yelp gave a pretty good indication. She hadn’t been wearing any panties under that lacy witch’s skirt. The soft rasp of Krystal’s tongue against Looma’s lips was soon joined by the screech of nails scraping over granite as Looma’s nails dragged across the stone beneath her. They both winced, and Looma shifted her hands to Krystal’s head instead. Soon she was breathing hard. “Shit, blue, I’m about to… fuck! Just like that. Come on. A little deeper. I’m gonna - Hey!”
Krystal pulled her head away, quim stretching between her extended tongue and Looma’s flushed lips. “Not yet.”
Rising out of her crouch, Krystal moved around to the other side of the tomb, pulling Looma’s legs along with her, flipping the goth girl onto her stomach as she did. “What are you? OH!”
Grinning over the bent over witch, Krystal winked at the camera and pushed inside her girlfriend. Looma’s eyes went wide for a second, ears standing straight up and mouth falling open. Then she moaned and sank onto the stone, eyes visibly rolling upwards. Krystal flipped her skirt up, one hand grabbing the base of Looma’s tail, the other her hip, holding her in place as she started to fuck. After the oral attention she’d gotten, it didn't take Looma long to cum. Krystal barely slowed down. Letting go of her hip, she slapped Looma’s ass, earning a yelp that was as much pleasure as pain. “Who’s my good girl?”
“I am!” Looma threw her head back. “I am your good girl!”
Krystal smiled and bent forward to kiss the top of her head as she came inside her. “Yes, you are.”
Short: Saeko being pressured by the group to put on sexy halloween costumes and pose/fuck them while being recorded?
“Must have been a cosplayer.” Rei held up a few of the costumes they’d found while going through the closet in the house they’d chosen for that night. Downstairs, the boys were making sure the doors and windows were blocked, but having been caught in the rain, the girls had wanted to change as quickly as possible.
“Obviously.” Saya scowled, tossing a Sailor Scout outfit onto the growing pile behind her. “Doesn’t this person have any regular clothes?”
“I don’t know…” Rei grabbed the sailor scout costume and held it against Saya as if measuring it. “I think you could pull it off.”
“I would rather die.” Saya stood up. “This is pointless. I’m gonna go find something useful.”
Rei was still holding the sailor scout costume. Saeko caught her expression. “What?”
“Just thinking…” She looked back into the closet. “Could be fun. Maybe give the boys a treat.”
“No.” Saeko crossed her arms under her breasts, wet shirt almost entirely transparent. “Not happening.”
Rei smiled.
*********
Takashi dropped back onto the couch. He was just about to say something when somebody cleared their voice from the stairs. He and Kohta looked over at the same time. Kohta’s nose burst into a fountain of blood.
“I…” Saeko stood at the bottom of the steps, her soaked clothes replaced by a skimpy blue and pink cheerleader’s outfit, “San Romero Knight” stenciled boldly across a top that strained to contain her chest. She fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable. “Miyamoto said it’s from some video game or something. She’ll be down in a moment.”
Kohta made a gurgling noise, hands clamped over his gushing nose and scampered out of the room. Takashi couldn’t blame him. His pants were suddenly so tight it was uncomfortable. “Yeah… haha… I think I played that one. You um… you look great.”
“It’s embarrassing. It’s all that fit.” She crossed her arms again, covering her exposed belly but pushing her chest up even more in the process. “Miyamoto will be down in a second. She’s -”
“Right here!” Rei singsonged, coming out from behind Saeko wearing a simple t-shirt and booty shorts combination and holding a video camera. She pointed it at Saeko. “Battery wasn’t in it. It still works!”
“You! Where did you?” Saeko stammered, looking at Rei’s casual clothes. “You said you didn’t find anything normal!”
“I lied.” She grinned. “Give us a dance, Saeko! You’re on camera!”
Saeko snarled and reached for a sword that wasn’t there. Eyes flickering around for a different weapon, she found something else instead.
“Fine. You want to record something?” She took two steps over to the couch and ripped Takashi’s hands away from his lap, revealing the boner he’d been trying to hide. “Record this!”
Before either of them could react, she had his pants open and dick pulled through the front slit of his boxers. Wounded pride fueling her movements, she straddled him, grinding against him through the fabric of her panties. “You’re so big, Takashi-san.” She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his chest, and tossed a smug smile at Rei, whose face was turning a furious red, the camera starting to shake in her hand. “Enjoy the show.”
Takashi swallowed. Whatever happened next, he just hoped he lived to see the end of it.
Short: Taken far from her Convent, this Nun was given something else to worship: her Werewolf lover and his knotted cock.
All her life, Sister Hope had been a model nun. Always first to volunteer to help her sisters. Dedicated to her calling. Devout in her worship.
Those same sisters wouldn’t recognize her now.
“Yes! More! Give me more!” Scrambling forward, she pulled off the thick red cock that’s just creamed her insides, spinning around to press her face against it. Her tongue came out, lapping eagerly at the frothy mess coating the slick red rod, cleaning it with the same dedication she’d once shown scrubbing the chappel’s stone floors. “I’m such a messy girl, don’t worry, I’ll clean you up!”
Her hands tightened on furry thighs, feeling the corded muscles beneath the thick coating of hair. She loved those muscles. They’d been what’d carried her way from her old life and into the new one, and now drove the hips that made her shiver and scream with delight. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she’d changed. Knew that a bride of god shouldn’t be on her knees slurping cum off a canine cock while more of it dripped out of her well fucked slit.
She just didn’t care. Not anymore.
Her new master growled low in the back of his throat and she shivered at the sound, redoubling her efforts on his dick. When he was this big, she couldn’t fit her mouth all the way around him, but she tried anyway, sucking on his tip before moving down the shaft, tongue polishing his cock with reverence. When she reached the knot, she stopped and looked up at her savior? Her captor? Her master. She looked up at her master.
“Please… I want it. I’ve been so good. I’ve been practicing. I’m ready. I swear I’m ready.”
The werewolf grinned at her, jaws lawling open and tongue falling out. “Present.”
She did, twisting eagerly off her knees to drop her chest to the floor and thrusting her ass in the air. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!”
She was still thanking him as his cock impaled her, pushing forward in a single thrust until he was pressed against her, hips hot on her skin, knot tight against her opening. One meaty paw landed on the back of her head, the other seizing her hip, locking her in place. She whispered prayer. Not to her old god, but to her new one. The one about to give her everything she’d wanted. He pushed forward, knot bursting into her and locking her onto his cock. She screamed his name.
A few weeks ago, Sister Hope had been the model nun. Tonight, she became the model bitch.
She couldn’t be happier.
Mad Monster Orgy (Overwatch / Gravity Falls) - Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica snoop around a deserted island but run into a bunch of sexy, slutty and horny monsters (Overwatch Halloween Terror skins) having an orgy. The monsters pull them in the moment they found them, and they fuck them and each other.
“You don’t have to come along, you know. This could be dangerous.” Dipper said, easing the door to the island facility open.
“You borrowed my helicopter to get here.” Pacifica sniffed. “I want to see what the fuss is about.”
“But it’s dangerous! Their distress signal cut off suddenly. Who knows what we could be walking into!”
“And you might need my help.”
“Yeah!” Mable pushed past them both. “Maybe she can shake those big fake tits at whatever the problem is and it’ll run away in terror.” She grinned over her shoulder at them. “Or at least fuck her long enough to let us get away anyway.”
“They aren’t fake!” Pacific protested, crossing her arms. It amplified her already impressive cleavage.
“Oh sure. You just naturally have tits the size of my head.” Mable kept smiling.
“You’re just jealous because you’re so flat.”
“I’m not flat! I’m just not ginormous like you! Dipper! Tell Pacific I’m not flat and that she has monster tits!”
“Eew. You want your brother to talk about your tits? You’re a slut!”
“Takes one to know one!”
Trying to ignore their bickering the same way he’d tried to ignore Pacifica’s low cut top on the flight over, Dipper took point. He had even less success than he had on the helicopter. They made it maybe a dozen steps before he whirled around, ready to snap at both of them. Before he could, a sound rolled down the hall, a high pitched cry somewhere between a scream and a moan. All three of them shut up immediately. Reaching up, Dipper held a finger to his lips. The other two nodded.
Moving in a group, they advanced down the hall, Pacifica’s heels making a faint clicking sound that Dipper was certain was going to get them killed. They didn’t. Mostly because whatever noise her shoes were making, what they were heading towards was making more. Another cry echoed down the hall, followed by a series of grunts and moans, all emanating from an open door a few feet ahead. Bracing themselves, they took a peak around the corner.
None of them expected what they saw.
It was a control center of some sort, with computers and holographic displays scattered about with all sorts of important looking devices and maps. And in the light of those displays, a half dozen people were fucking. At least, they thought they were people, but even in the shifting light and bodies, it became clear they were more than that.
At the center of the pile was a dark skinned man, his long hair pulled in what looked like a dreadlock ponytail until Dipper noticed the snapping snake heads. His hands on the hips of the blonde woman bouncing on his lap were also subtly scaled. The blonde was the most human looking of the bunch, her only oddities a pointed witch hat and tattered stockings. Which just made her stand out even more from the others in the group. A pair of women crouched between her and the medusa man’s spread legs, one of them willow thin, the other shorter and curvy, both of them deathly pale. Their mouths were open, tongues flicking past longer than usual canines to lap at the medusa man’s balls and the witch’s clit. Beside them, a faintly glowing woman with blue skin and green hair was the source of the noises they’d heard. Down on all fours, she was moaning every time the woman behind her thrust a mummy wrapped arm into her.
Dipper stifled a shocked gasp. He knew these people. They were heroes! What’d happened to them?
“That’s…” he couldn’t find the breath to speak what he knew, “that’s…”
“Fucking hot…” Mable breathed beside him. “Look at that mummy go! And that green chick! She’s just taking it! Mmmmm… I bet that feels awesome…”
“And you call me a slut.” Pacifica sniffed.
“Because you are.”
“Takes one to know one!”
“So you admit it!”
“Guys!” Dipper hissed. “They’ll hear us!” A sudden absence of sound from inside the room made him look back inside, directly into six sets of eerie eyes. Too late. “Ru-”
They never had a chance. The glowing woman flashed forward, dashing across the room so quickly she appeared to teleport. One hand locked on Dipper’s wrist. “Cheers, love.” She looked back into the room. “The cavalry's here!”
The bottom dropped out of Dipper’s stomach. It was her!
Before they could do anything, the three of them were dragged back to the table at the center of the room, their clothes and gear stripped away. “H-hey now…” Dipper started. “We don’t want any trouble…”
“We do!” The shorter vampire said, smiling. “Don’t worry though, we don’t bite!”
“Hard.” The taller one added before wrapping her lips around his dick. The rest of his protests faded as she sucked him hard. Instead of fighting, he found his hands full of the shorter vampire’s generous tits. She was at least as big as Pacifica.
Mable seemed to have noticed that as well. “Hey, Pacifica, looks like Dipper does like them big!”
His head snapped towards the sound. If Mable was concerned about what was going on, she wasn’t showing it. In fact, she was grinning ear to ear while the medusa man eased her onto his dick, the blonde witch nibbling on her neck. His hair hissed and flicked a tongue over her ear and Mable giggled. “I like your hair. It tickles!”
Pacifica was less enthusiastic about the woman she’d been paired off with. “Eww, you’re old.” She sniffed, head twisting away from the mummy’s spread legs.
“But I have aged like wine. Have a taste!” The mummy locked a leg around her head and pulled her in.
Dipper didn’t see what happened next because the vampires pushed him onto his back, the shorter one climbing onto his face while the one mounted his now rock hard cock. The last thing he saw was that pale pussy descending towards his lips. She tasted cold but creamy, sorta like a tart ice cream. It made his lips and tongue buzz and his head go a little fuzzy. Oh. That probably wasn’t good. He should really do something about that.
Dipper blinked. He wasn’t under the vampires anymore, instead he was behind Pacifica, the witch holding his cock and feeding inch by inch into the moaning blonde while the glowing woman and the chubby vampire sucked on her tits. A small part of his brain noted that he’d had a dream like this one time. But that dream hadn’t felt nearly as good as this did. He got fully inside and Pacifica bucked, hips lifting off the table, her moan filling the room. She had a pretty voice when she wasn’t bitching him or Mable out. “DIPPER!”
He blinked again. Pacifica was off to the side, her pussy visibly leaking cum onto the face of the glowing chick, while the tall vampire used a hardlight dick to fuck her. If she was there. Who was riding his dick? He looked down.
Mable was between him and the medusa man, her back to him, his hands around her, cupping her breasts while the medusa man held her ass, both of them bouncing her back and forth with their thrusts. He was double teaming her. Dipper’s mind rebelled, trying to get a grip on the situation and failing utterly. He was double teaming somebody. And that somebody was Mable. He was sharing a chick with another guy, and that chick was his sister. And holy shit. Oh wow. Oh now. Oh fuck!
His rational mind lost the battle to regain control. Pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, Dipper thrust harder, throwing himself into the madness. Mable’s moans were even louder and hungrier than Pacifica’s had been. She twisted between them, not trying to get away, but trying to get even more of their dick.
“Who’s the slut now, Mable?” Pacifica leaned towards them, putting a hand on Dipper’s shoulder to keep from falling forward off the glow girl’s face. “You’re about to cum from your bother’s dick in your ass. I always knew you two had th-”
“Shut up, already!” Mable grabbed Pacifica’s face in both hands and kissed her.
That was too much for Dipper. He came, cum gushing out of him in torrent, and taking the wild energy that’d filled him with it. The last thing he saw before blackness took him was Pacifica and Mable separate, a strand of spit stretched between their lips. It snapped and everything went black.
During another Halloween/costume night at the Lucky Cat cafe; 'Witch' Cass Hamada leads 'Woodsman' Tadashi's away from the festivities, to their secret, love-nest hideaway. Whilst the party continues outside Cass gives Tadashi a preview of their after-party plans; lovingly sucking and worshiping his huge dick. In between her blowjob and whispered words of affection to Tadashi, Cass begrudgingly answers questions to unaware party-guests knocking on the door outside. Unable to finish, the 2 share an amorous kiss & fondle before carefully rejoining the party; each of them sharing their eagerness for when they can continue uninterrupted.
“And the winner is…” Cass Hamada paused for dramatic effect, “Helen the Mum-my!”
The crowd clapped as Helen stepped up on the little stage, doing a slow turn one more time so everybody could see the small toys and diapers tucked in among the bandages before accepting her gift basket from Cass.
“Alright folks, that’s it for the best comedy costume. I have to step away for a few minutes to get the next basket ready, but don’t go far, we’ll have the vote for the scariest costume when I get back!”
The Lucky Cat’s Halloween party was a neighborhood touchstone at this point, and some of the guests went all out for it. Cass certainly had. And if a few of her patrons thought the bustier, tights were a little more revealing than she usually wore, that was okay. They were supposed to be! Some of the regulars had a private pool going over which lucky man had inspired the shift from family friendly to sexy. None of them even came close.
Giving everybody a smile and one more wave, Cass disappeared through the doors to the Employee Only section, and into the arms of a strapping young Woodsman. His hands wrapped around her, lifting her frilly skirt to grab her ass. The skirt was too short for her to get away without panties or with a g-string, but a shift of his thumbs still exposed plenty of cheek for him to grab. She responded by pushing her hands up under his flannel shirt and lifting her face so he could kiss her. For a moment, their lips locked and she forgot about the party and the cafe and everything but his touch. But only for a moment. She still had a business to run. She pushed him deeper into the supply room. “Hey! I need to prepare the next basket!”
“Already did.” Tadashi grinned back at her. “All of them. I thought we could use the time for something else…” He lifted his shirt to reveal his pants were already open, massive cock already free and standing at attention.
“Oh… you’re bad…” Cass bit her lip, warring with herself for maybe half second before dropping into a squat. “Alright, but we’ll need to be fast.” She kissed the underside of his bulbous head, shivering as she caught his scent. She licked it. “I shouldn’t love this so much.”
Dropping back so he could rest his hips against a shelf, Tadashi smirked. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not appropriate!” She licked him again, this time going base to tip. “I’m almost twice your age… and… well… you know…”
“So?” He ran a hand through her hair. “Don’t you like my dick?”
“I loooove it.” She nuzzled it for a moment, noticing her kiss had left a lipstick mark just off center on his head. She added a second one to balance it out.
“Then what’s the problem?”
She scowled at him and slapped his leg in mock reprimand. “You know perfectly well what the problem is. You’re my-”
A knock on the supply room door made her nearly jump out of her skin. “Excuse me, Ms. Hamada?” It was one of the part timers helping out with the event “I was looking for the filters. We’re out of decaf.”
Cass turned her head towards the door, still stroking Tadashi with one hand. “Counter to the left of the machines. They should be in a gray box.”
“Alright! Thanks!” Their shadow shifted out from beneath the door. Breathing out a sigh, Cass looked back at Tadashi. “That was too close, I should…” His cock bobbed a few inches from her nose. “Oh… I… I mean… you’re so hard…”
Her lips were around him before she could think better of it. He kept his voice low, but she still heard him groan. It sent little flickers of heat through her and she pushed a little deeper. He was almost too big for her mouth. Her tongue flicked around his head inside her mouth. When she had him as deep as she could manage, she used her hands to spread some spit further down his shaft before pulling back. Her next try got him a little deeper, and she settled into a steady rhythm, suck and stroke, suck and stroke. Each lap got her even hotter then the last and she could feel her panties growing damp. It was a good thing she’d worn a dark color.
The knock caught her with him as deep as she’d yet managed. She jumped, choked, and pulled back spluttering. “W-what is it?”
“Ms. Hamada, one of the regulars is asking to order off menu? She says you know what she likes. Would you like me to tell her no or…”
“I’ll be out in a sec.” Cass shot Tadashi an apologetic smile, mouthing “I’m sorry”.
He helped her up. “Don’t be.” He kissed her quickly, then turned her around and slapped her ass. “I’ll be here every time you need to ‘prep a basket’. Oh, don’t forget this.” He passed her the basket.
“Thank you.” She shot his dick one more longing look.
“Hey,” he smiled, “what’s family for?”
Nurse Marikawa stumbles into a trap left by a previous survivor group. Instead of letting her out, the gang takes turns using her throughout the day.
In the months since the fall of Japan, plenty of survivor groups had risen and fallen, and using their safe houses could sometimes be as dangerous as staying out among the Them. Something the group was reminded of yet again when Ms. Marikawa tripped a booby trap.
“Eiieeee!” The floor shifted beneath the busty blonde, sending her sprawling forward before anybody could catch her. At the same time, false walls cantilevered out, locking into place around her, pinning her in place. “I think I’m stuck.”
Whoever had designed the trap had clearly meant for it to crush the first Them that triggered it, and then block off the hallway. It just as clearly hadn’t worked. Down on her hands and knees, Ms. Mari twisted around, trying to look over her shoulder at her trapped hips. When she realized she couldn’t get free, she started struggling harder, somehow managing to catch her blouse on something. Her next twist ripped the buttoned front open, spilling her tits out. “Oh dear! I think I need help.”
She’d been in the middle of the group when the trap sprung. Now they were separated by the blocked hallway. Saya groaned. “Ditz! Kumoro, keep an eye on her. I’ll take fatty and the kid and try to find the release switch.”
Grabbing Kohta’s shoulders, she spun him away from staring openly at Shizuka’s swinging tits and pushed him down the hall. “Come on! You can fap later.”
“I’ll clear the rest of the building.” Saeko said, hand dropping to her sword, “make sure there are no more traps.”
“I’ll check this side.” Rei headed off in the other direction.
Then it was just Shizuka and Takashi. “You know,” Shizuka mused after a few minutes, “this is sorta like one of those adult movies.”
Trying to pull one of the walls away from her, Takashi spluttered. “W-what?”
“Yeah.” Shizuka put a finger to her cheek, eyes going unfocused as she thought out loud, “You know, the ones where women get stuck in beds or the laundry.”
“I know what they are.” Takashi shifted, uncomfortably aware that he’d just been thinking the very same thing. “I didn’t think teachers knew about that sorta thing.”
“Oh.” Shizuka giggled. It made her tits bounce. “We watched those movies too.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Those were some of my favorites. I always thought it would be fun to be the woman. To let some big, strong young man do whatever he wanted to me…” She trailed off.
Takashi coughed. Was it his imagination or had she lifted her ass a little higher. “D-did you now?”
“Oh yeah. Hey Takashi, can you do me a favor and pull my skirt down? It’s uncomfortable.”
“S-sure…” Heart pounding, he grabbed her skirt and tugged a little. It didn’t move. “Better?”
“No. Pull harder!”
“Aright.” He gave it a solid tug and went sprawling backwards when it ripped in half, leaving him on his ass and her wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties. “I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be.” She wiggled her hips again. “That feels a lot better.”
“Uh… Ms. Shizuka?”
“Yes?”
“Is that a plug?”
“Oh,” she giggled again. “Yeah. I guess you can see that. I’ve been really horny lately.”
“Okay. I guess.”
“You could help too.” This time he definitely wasn’t imagining her arching her back a little more. “If you want.”
It should have been a harder choice. It wasn’t.
Tugging her panties down, he settled himself behind her and eased his head between her lips. After months of traveling with four absolutely stunning women and just his hand, when he could find time for anything at all, the feel of her naked pussy around his head was almost enough to make him cum right there. He’d meant to go slow. He gave her his entire length in a single stroke.
“Takashi!” She howled, delight bubbling in her voice. “You’re so big!”
The words sent a fresh burst of energy through him. He started thrusting, trying to control his pace at least at little. He didn’t do a great job.
“Too fast! You’re too big I need to get used to *OOH!*” Her climax caught him entirely by surprise, her pussy clenching down around him so tightly he almost came himself. Fresh heat flooded around his shaft, and his next stroke splashed pussy juices all over his balls. Caught up in the moment himself, he grabbed her ass in both hands, spreading the cheeks wider so he could stare at the plug hanging out over his dick as he fucked her.
“Aww yeah!” He gave up any effort at holding back, hammering away at her with artless enthusiasm. “You like that don’t you, you slut!”
Even lost in the moment, he winced a little at the cringy porno line. She had to think was such a-
“Yes! I love your big dick! My slutty pussy loves Takashi’s big dick!”
Oh. Or not.
“Hell yeah!” He slapped her ass. “You’re so tight, you’re gonna make me cum!”
“Do it! Give me all your cum, Takashi! I want it!”
“Here it comes!” Even caught up in the moment, he wasn’t so far gone to remember he wasn’t wearing a condom. Wrenching out, he managed to catch himself just in time. Days of pent up cum burst from his head in a rush, splashing thick ropes of creamy ivory across her flushed ass cheeks, one of them stretching clear across the flared head of the plug.
He stared at that plug for a moment, hand still clutching his cock just below the head. His still hard cock.
Shizuka tried to crane her neck far enough to look at him over her shoulder. “You were amazing. That was just what I nee- what are you doing!” Swiping one hand across her ass to collect his spilled cum, Takashi spread it over his dick while he worked the fingers of the other hand under the base of the plug. “Hey! That’s not-”
The plug came free with a *pop* he felt more than heard, leaving her anus dilated and puckered. Before it could clench back up, he pushed his head inside. He wouldn’t need to pull out in here. “Fuck, it’s tight!”
“Hey, go slow! You’re big!”
“Yeah! You like my big dick!”
“She likes your what?”
Both of them looked up to find Saeko standing in the hall on the other side of Shizuka, her arms crossed under her breasts, one eyebrow lifted.
“Oh! Ms. Busujima!” Shizuka tried to recall her usual ditzy voice. “We were just-”
Takashi grabbed her by the hair and pulled, slamming his dick the rest of the way into her ass. The flood gates were open and he wasn’t stopping for anything now. “She likes it. But she’s getting kinda loud. Why don’t you kiss her or something to keep her quiet.”
For a second it looked like Saeko was going to do something rash, her fingers drumming on the hilt of her sword. Then a slow smile spread over her lips. “Or something.” Reaching under her skirt, she tugged her underwear down until she could step out of them.
It took Saya an hour to find the release for the walls. They used every minute.
The Sexorcist (OG) - A family has a son suffering from demonic possession by horny demons and a bunch of sexy nuns try to exorcize them, using religion and sex. However, it ends with the possessed son breaking loose and fucking the nuns and family for days on end.
“Sisters, thank you for coming so fast.”
“You said it was serious on the phone.”
“It is! My son. He’s been possessed.”
“Lead us to him.”
The Sisters of the Merciful Orgasm weren’t like most sects. They were specialists. And as the trio pushed past her worried mother, the possessed young man’s sister couldn’t help but think that they looked impressive. Their habits weren’t uniform, but tailored to each of their unique bodies and specialties. The redhead’s was tight, almost form fitting, and had a crucifix cut out over her chest that gave a window to her more than generous cleavage. The blonde’s swapped sleeves for elbow length white gloves that matched her thigh-high stockings. The mature brunette that led their party simply wore a black pencil skirt and a coif and collar that ended just below her nipples.
If anybody could help her brother, it was these three. She knew it. They never failed!
Her mother led them up the stairs to her brother’s room, and even from outside the room, she could hear his ravings. Thank the Lord the Sisters had arrived.
“Now, no matter what you hear, do not open this door until tomorrow morning. Our purification of the boy will take at least that long, and during the process the demon will attempt anything to escape. Do you understand what I have said?”
“I do.” Her mother assured them. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“Give your thanks to Him.” The sisters stepped into her brother's room, closing the door behind them, and as instructed, her mother locked it from the outside.
Running into her own room, she scooted her chair across the room so she could lean against the wall she shared with her brother’s room without sitting on the floor. The wall muffled much of what was going on, but she distinctly heard the buzzing of some sort of small electrical motor and a steady chanting in church language. Good. They had already started. Sending one more prayer to Him, she settled in to listen.
She must have fallen asleep because she awoke to her brother’s voice calling her name. Shaking her head, she pressed her ear back against the wall. There it was again. Her name. His voice. He sounded like himself again!
Uncurling from the chair, she rushed out of her room. The door to his room was still locked and she pressed her ear to it one more time, just to be sure. She couldn’t hear the sisters chanting anymore. They must have succeeded!
Unlocking the door was easy. They’d been sneaking into each other’s rooms since they were kids, first for late night sleepovers, then to steal each other's diaries and other such as they got older. A moment's work with her hair pin and the lock popped. Grabbing the handle, she twisted it and pushed the door open.
A smoke billowed out of the room, she coughed, waving a hand in front of her face to clear it. It smelled like the stuff the priests used during mass. It rolled way down the hall, slowly revealing the interior of her brother’s bedroom. The hand she’d been using to waft the smoke away rushed to cover her mouth in a shocked gasp.
The Sister on the wall caught her eye first. It was the blonde. She hung upside down, legs and arms spread and locked into place by leather straps with burned out holy symbols in them. A lit candle stuck up from between her legs, wax dripping down in a steady rate to splash against her naked pussy. She’d been blindfolded by what looked like the remains of her own veil and gagged panties tied in place by her rosary.
“She had a hard time accepting her place. She’s learning now.”
Pulling her eyes off the suspended nun, she shifted them to the center of the room, to where her brother sat on his bed, looking at her quite calmly over the kneeling form of the redhead. Even from her, she could see that he had his cock stuffed down the crucifix cut out her habit, using it to hold him in place between her tits as she bobbed up and down, rubbing herself against him. “These two learned much more quickly.”
The third Sister, the oldest, stepped around the edge of the door and pulled her inside. Now that she was in the room, she could see the tools of their trade scattered about. Books and clamps and vibrators strewn about as if tossed aside. The Sister holding her arm pulled her over to the bed and the redhead moved immediately aside. Her brother smiled at her. “These sluts thought they could drain me of my strength and banish me back to the abyss. I have shown them the error of that belief. However, they tell me their spell was almost sealed. That if only one of them had had the strength of Faith to finish it I’d have been banished. You’ve always been a believer. Do you think you have what it takes?”
“I…” She swallowed. She’d read the scriptures. She'd studied the Sisters. She knew what it would take. “I will banish you, Demon.”
“Oh. So confident. I like that.” Leaning back, he spread his legs, cock lifting until it stood straight and proud. “I invite you to try.”
Steeling herself, she kicked out of her pajama pants and climbed onto his lap, already calling the words of the rite to the front of her mind. If this is what it took to save her brother, she’d do it!
Her nerve cracked as soon as he was inside her. Her breath left her in a rush and the carefully memorized rites shattered into a broken string of worthless words. He laughed and drove back into her again. “Is that it? I thought you’d be a bigger challenge than that! This vessel thinks so highly of your Faith. Ha!” Grabbing her hips, he stood, lifting her into a standing fuck and rammed himself deeper. Pulling his eyes off her dismayed face, he looked at the eldest Sister.
“The door is open. The seal is broken. Go and bring me the Mother. I will consecrate this house properly before I begin my conquest of this world!”
He continued bouncing her on his dick he gave his commands, and she shuddered at the power in both his voice and his dick. She tried one more time to call the words of banishment to her mind, scouring the corners of her soul for every scrap of dedication and Faith she had. Instead she came like a whore before she’d even remembered one.