His thighs slap against hers, her ass slaps against his stomach, and the sound of their fucking reaches a feverish pitch. Belle's moans turn into high pitched yelps as her tits swing wildly below her, and with one final push, Jack howls and lets loose a torrent of cum deep within her womb. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” She cries as her own orgasm hits her like a train, her mind blacking out with the only thing visible to her are fireworks. The fire of orgasm courses through her entire body as her fingers and toes both flex and curl with each wave.
The wildness in Jack's face washes away, and a look of abject horror replaces it. “I'm so sorry!”
Without another word, the handsome man, still nude, runs from the library. Belle takes a moment to compose herself, enjoying the feeling of his cum leaking out of her pussy a bit. Pulling up her panties and pushing her skirt back down, she picks up her bag and checks to see if the man had locked the door.
With relief, she finds the door is unlocked. She wanders around a bit, realizing the man lives in a huge mansion, empty and cold. Most rooms are covered with dust, like they haven't been touched in years.
She finds the front door and, upon walking out, checks for the address. She pulls out a pen and a scrap of paper to write it down before tossing it in her purse. A nagging sadness for the man is pulling her to check back up on him tomorrow. With a sigh, she says farewell to her virginity and begins her walk home.
Probed By Tentacles
Monster Seductions
Wren Winter
As I walked past ice cream parlors, fast food places, and video game stores, I felt like any normal 18 year old girl does. I mean, that's all I ever knew. I had just gotten out of my first college class, and I was sure of my life goals and full of dreams I knew I'd attain. Yes, my first class firmly set into my mind what I wanted to be for the rest of my life: the housewife of a rich, powerful, loving, handsome husband!
I stopped for a moment, giggling as I looked into the glass of a fashion boutique. My blonde hair, pulled up into two buns with plenty of hair hanging down from them, shifted gently in the wind. It's a childish sort of hairstyle that I've worn practically my whole life. I'd never cut it though. I wouldn't look like myself anymore!
I straightened my back and pressed my shirt down. I tried to keep the smile on my face, because I knew my mom would be on my back about being too negative if I didn't. “I should try to get a dorm soon...” I mumbled to myself, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples before turning and starting to walk.
I only got a few feet, though, before I bumped into something hard and fell to the ground. I opened my eyes with a flash of anger. Before me stood a tall man in a sharp suit and dark sunglasses with a smirk on his face. “You should watch where you're going. A girl like you should have more poise than that, or you'll never get a boyfriend.”
“Why don't you watch where you're going instead of perving on younger girls, you creep!” Handsome or not, I wasn't about to let him be a jerk to me when I was having a good day. Taking a small step back, the man broke out into laughter, walking past me instead of offering to help me up. I practically growled I was so angry, and I contemplated running after him. Before I could, though, someone rushed out of the boutique.
“Selene?!” A girl with short, wavy brown hair dashed over to my side, holding out her hand to help me up. “What happened?”
“Oh, just some jerk bumping into me. Don't worry about it, Molly.” I smiled and took Molly's soft hand, bouncing as my feet met the cement. Brushing the dirt off from the back of my long, blue skirt, I gave my friend a hug. Molly was one of my best friends in high school, but instead of going to college like I did, she decided to help her mom run her clothing store. It had been a few weeks since we've seen each other.
“Say, why don't you come in? I've been meaning to invite you over, my mom ordered this beautiful dress with you in mind!” Molly's smile was pure and joyful, inviting me to join her in the boutique.
“Wow, really?” I said, breathless. I had been looking for a new dress, something to wear while out on fancy dates. I would need something if I wanted to snag a hot, rich guy! Passing through the door frame, I was met with the smell of a sweet, but not overbearing, perfume. The whole front room was full of beautiful clothes, imported from all over the world.
Usually a store like this would be way too expensive for me, but Molly's mom always gave me an amazing discount for being Molly's best friend. I guess it pays to be nice!
“Mom, Serena's here to see that dress!” Molly called. I looked around. The store was unusually empty.
From behind the curtain that leads to the employee area, Molly's mom stepped forward. Her beautiful brown hair waved long down her back and curved around her body, dancing on her hips and shoulders. A gentle smile parted her red lips. I marveled at her beautiful makeup, always perfectly applied. “Serena!” She chirped, coming closer to us. “It's been too long.” She held out her arms and engulfed me in a warm hug, full of motherly love. “Come on, let me show you the dress. I saw it on the runway and it just screamed your name.”
Placing her slender arm behind me, Molly's mother led both Molly and myself to the back. There, among folded clothes and bare mannequins, was one doll dressed in a beautiful gown. It had puffy shoulders that, though a bit outdated, were perfect on the dress. The bust was adorned with gold jewels and the empire waist gave the whole dress an air of elegance. My breath caught in my throat as I took the beautiful dress in, marveling at every seam and fold. It seemed to be made of a high quality silk.
“If you like it, it's yours.”
I turned to look at the older woman, my eyes wide and confused. “Mine” The word came out meek and quiet. Clearing my throat, I didn't think the word was ever audible. Molly's mother nodded.
“I don't think I could bear to let anyone else wear it. It's yours.”
Stepping toward the mannequin, I tentatively touched the gown. Hesitating, I turned again toward Molly's mother. She was nodding with a large grin on her face. I gulped and turned back to the dress.
“In that case, I'll take it!”
Lugging the large box that the dress had been folded into, I made my way home. There was homework to do and chores to complete, but the first thing I was going to do when I get home was try on this dress. “How lucky am I?” I asked myself, a goofy smile on my face.
From a dark alleyway, I heard soft mewling. I almost just kept walking, but something in me forced me to peer down the alley, craning my neck to try and see better. It does no good, though. If I wanted to see what was going on, I'd have to step closer. The mewling got louder. Taking a tiny step, and then another, I crept up on a small kitten. It was lying flat on its back on top of a box, looking all skin and bones. Immediately, I realized I was going to have to take the kitten home and feed it if I wanted it to live.
Biting my lip, I thought for a moment. In the end, my love of animals won out.
“Come on, kitty,” I said softly. “Let's go home and get you some tuna.”
I picked up the kitten with both hands, tenderly holding it so that it wouldn't end up getting injured from any sudden movement. Picking up its oversized head, it mewled at me before falling asleep. For a second I worried it had died, but its chest continued to rise and fall. I placed the small animal on top of my dress box and continued on my way home, only a few houses down from the alley.
As soon as I got inside, after removing my shoes, I set down the box and took the kitten into the kitchen. I placed a plate of water next to its head and opened a can of tuna. I mashed it onto another plate. When I set the plate down, I saw the kitten was lapping up some water before turning its weak attention to the food.
The change in the kitten after a few bites was almost miraculous. The kitten seemed to plump up within seconds. Once it had finished its first few bites, it turned to me and mewled, its eyes closing slowly in happiness. I smiled down at the small creature, petting its head. There was a small bald spot in the center of its forehead. “I'm going to go up to my room and try on my dress, kitty. I'll be back in a few. You keep eating!”
I have always taken in a lot of animals. Birds, bunnies, kittens and dogs, if a little animal seemed hurt or in need of food, it was brought home. As I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, I briefly thought that this might be the first one I could keep as a pet. Something about the kitten just felt right to me.
Taking the top off the box, I once again marveled at the beautiful dress. As I slipped off my skirt and top and let the gown slide over my head down to my hips, I was too busy to notice the kitten come in through my partially open door. My brother was away at college, so there wasn't much of a reason to be shy.
I looked at myself in my full length mirror, in awe of how grown up and proper the dress make me look. It was almost as if I were someone else, someone from a different era. My hands ran up and down the silk fabric, watching it shine.
“It looks quite good on you,” came a voice from behind me. It sounded female, young and... strangely British. Spinning to see whoever it was, I found no one there. I flicked my eyes back and forth, paranoia creeping up on me. Was my house haunted?
“I'm down here, dear.”
My eyes fell. Before me sat only the kitten I had saved, the bald spot on its forehead shining. Taking a step back, I felt myself press against my vanity.