My eyes spring open, trembling breath caught in my chest as I wake up with a start, the ritual jolting me awake like a bad dream. I’m in my bed, a little warmer than I’d like under my comforter. Looking around my dorm room I notice a few, subtle changes. My picture of… Bret? Brad? What was his name? His picture is gone, replaced by one with me and my roommate, Clair. Wait, was she my roommate before? A few different nick-nacks around, unsure of who they really belong to, but everything else seems the same? I shift under the heavy blanket, my naked body mildly dripping with perspiration from the heat, and uncertainty. My roommate stirs in her own bed, curly brown locks cascading around the pretty features of her face. I absentmindedly bring a hand between my legs, wrapping my soft fingers around the firm shaft under my covers. I stroke myself, thinking of her riding my thick cock again, and I bite my lip in my arousal. My hand slides up and tickles at the sensitive skin just under the head of my cock, and I pause – breath caught in my chest.
Author: FunTimeTales
One Girl’s Hell, pt. 3 [Succubus][Torment][Transformation]
_How many times have I done this?_ The thought occurs as the red haired girl leads me back into the hallway. All the déjà vu has caught up with me over the last dozenish experiences, but how many times has she led me through our doomed escape, and subsequent beastial fate? Every time we get to the same room, apprehended by the succubi, chased by demon dogs or werewolves or whatever they’re called, who then _ravage_ us both. They flood our insides with their scalding cum, then toss her into a pit. I’m always left on an elevated platform with both succubi driving me into the absolute bliss of orgasm, only to be shaken awake by the same _red haired bitch_, with the building climax flicking away the instant my eyes open. Worst of all? Even though I know what’s going to happen,_ I still follow_. We still make the_ same_ mistakes, suffer the _same_ fate, and then start it all over again. It’s maddening, especially since they won’t let me just have that last, __powerful orgasm__!!
Read Before Use [Witch][Tentacle][Potion]
Maybe climbing into my cauldron wasn’t the best idea. I’d crafted a peculiar brew with the intention of spawning something to help… send me over the edge? Reach my destination? Arrive? Ok, cum. I wanted something to help me cum. And no typical, half assed orgasm, either. I wanted full on, eye rolling, toe curling, mind shattering, world altering climax. The kind of which keeps you from walking for days!
What I got was a series of disappointments. Some noxious bubbles, a random cock manifesting here and there, an eager tongue bursting free (those last two _may_ have been used, not gonna lie), but nothing close to what I was after. Until…
One of my coven girlfriends passed me a vial and a book. Metallic blue liquid sloshed inside – nothing out of the ordinary so far. Our group has been known to pass potions and incantations every now and then. But she told me this would be all I was searching for, and _more_. She showed me a list of ingredients on a specific page, flashed a coy smile, and wished me luck before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Always one for the dramatic departures.
Adventures With Lucinda, pt. 1 [MFF][Threesome][Breed Kink]
After last time I thought, ‘_No way. Absolutely not._’ Lucinda _loves_ getting off on watching her boy toys have their way with me. Rubbing herself nearby as we go at it, changing positions, sometimes even joining in to squeeze or suck a breast, or tease my clit as her boyfriend of the month pounds away. Truthfully, it’s really good. Like, _really_ ___good___. Only problem is, she has a crazy ‘breeding’ kink.
Sometimes they’ll start off innocently enough (as innocent as this kind of activity can be anyway), with a condom, or promises of pulling out, or even with her stepping in to finish the guy off. But it _always_ ends the same way. My spasming pussy clamped around a pulsing, _bare_ cock embedded deep inside. Fortunately I am a religious user of birth control.
Some days I wonder why we’re even friends? Well, we have been since before either of us can remember. She’s funny, smarter than she lets on, gives me confidence, and helps me in more ways than I can count. Yeah, _that’s_ why. And her boyfriends are __always__ gorgeous, not to mention well endowed, if you know what I mean. Too bad she cycles through them so fast. If we weren’t so close, and didn’t abide by “the code,” I might hop back on one of the older models for old times sake. And Lord knows I could use one. I’ve been working on my figure so much I always seem to forget about the “inner me” (wink), or “boyfriending.”
Graduation Sleepover, pt. 3 [M/F] [Breed Kink] [Age Gap]
My heart raced, breath tightening with unbelievable anticipation the closer I got to our secluded cabin at the lake. Claire had decided to drive with her friends for our little trip, and my wife ended up having to handle a “work emergency,” so I was left to myself on the five hour drive. Just me and my thoughts, with little more than the radio’s meager attempt to drown out the cacophony swirling in my mind. Fortunately, the roads to the cabin are rarely crowded, or else I likely would have been in some sort of accident.
My daughter and her friends; Samantha, Janelle, and Blaire. They’d all come up with a plan to preserve their friendship after high-school. A plan that made a specific part of my anatomy quite happy, but left the rest of me in a bit of turmoil. _Especially_ when it came to Claire. They decided the best way to strengthen their bond and remain in each other’s lives was to become pregnant by the same man, sharing a baby daddy, essentially. And the man they chose was me? I certainly didn’t like the idea of them all getting knocked up right before college, and surely there were better, more suitable – _younger_ – candidates than myself? Then again, I didn’t want just any guy impregnating my little girl. Or her friends, for that matter. No, I was the best man for the job, whether I wanted it or not.
One Girl’s Hell, pt. 2 [Succubus][Demon][Gangbang][Rough][Non-Cons]
If I’m being honest with myself, the first few weeks (or were they months?) of my ‘eternal torment’ were quite unpleasant. With minimal rest between the two succubi, followed by a long tongue slithering deeper and deeper into me, or hundreds of tentacles writhing around and through me, or the relentless pounding of the other succubi’s massive cock, I felt as though I was going to completely break. They never seemed to play with me at the same time, but the tentacles generally made an appearance with every session.
Somehow, I managed to become used to the near constant fucking, and even looked forward to their attempts at torture. I found myself requiring less and less sleep, until I eventually stopped with that pointless waste of time all together. Every now and then I’d lose consciousness during a session, and that appeared to be all the rest I needed. Eventually, I even found myself wanting more, not that I’d ever bring it up with them. Who knows what else they could come up with?
Misguided Wish [Genie][Magic][FFM][FMMMMM]
__Finally__, I’ve found it! After _decades_ of searching I had uncovered the item at the center of so many stories, the genie’s lamp. It looked a little plain, but when I put my hands on it my flesh tingled, and my heart fluttered.
I had thought long and hard about my wishes, having so much time in my seemingly endless search. Unfortunately, my first would have to be wasted undoing the damage of time. Most even simple tasks have become difficult in my seasoned age. Perhaps I could go with the hands of time being turned back? But then I run the risk of losing the genie, some of them are tricky…
My other wishes are for financial prosperity, and physical prowess. The wording has been worked out over the years, but both will have to wait for the first to be granted. I have to see what damage is done by the first. Who knows what treachery this genie is capable of? Or maybe he’ll be kind? Just helpful to the one who released him from his lamp. Sure… One way to find out, time to _rub that lamp._
Evening at the Gym, pt. 1 [M/F][Age Gap][Oral][Vaginal][Facial]
One of my favorite parts of the day is hitting the gym. It can be stressful being an investment banker, especially with the economic uncertainties we face nowadays. Even more so when your boss is a repulsive sack of shit who demands better than perfection. My evening regimen really helps relieve the day’s stress with weight lifting, running, and a quick steam before showering. I’m usually the last one there, and the gym manager has even grown accustomed to having me lock up when I go. Tonight, however, there is a straggler.
I size her up from across the gym. She looks to be just over five feet tall, and a brunette. Her ponytail dangles between her shoulder blades as she finishes a set of curls, biceps straining as she lifts the thirty pound weights over and over. She watches herself in the mirror spanning the wall, grimacing with every lift. Her big, brown eyes examine every inch of herself, monitoring her form as the dumbbells rise and fall. Sweat glimmered on her chest and midsection, staining into the violet sports bra she was wearing. I found my eyes lingering on the rounded shape of her ass, the tight, yellow yoga pants straining over her glorious mounds of flesh.
One Girl’s Hell, pt. 1 [F/Demon][Futa][Tentacle][Tongue][Death]
My _entertainment_ for the night comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily with his still half erect cock lodged in my throat. I’m laying on the bed, saliva and other fluids from the rough face fucking spilling from my open mouth, dripping up my inverted head and dampening my hair. My back is pressed into the mattress, his hands firmly pushing me down throughout his climax, squeezing at my exposed breasts. One of my legs arches up, foot buried in a tangle of blankets, the other spreads across the bed dangling off the other side. The panties still covering my aching pussy are soaked, one of my hands beneath the silk material, two fingers buried inside the warmth. My other hand hangs loosely at the huffing man’s side, not really reaching out for anything in particular.
He releases a breast from his strong grip and traces his fingers through the fleshy trenches of my abs. His fingers circles my pierced navel, then scratches roughly up my naked midriff as he pulls his spent cock from its sloppy enclosure. With a pinch to my nipple he allows my other breast to roll free, red pressure marks from his hands visible on both of them. My head hangs from the side of the bed, completely limp as a mixture of semen and spittle drains from my open mouth. Wide open eyes stare blankly ahead, the inner light they once held fading away.
The Summoning, pt. 3 [Demon/F][Breed Kink][Size Difference]
This new female smelled _wonderful_. Not the same, “in heat’ scent as the one currently filled with my seed, but more of a lavender fragrance. My desire to taste this one grew ever stronger as I forced her to the couch, my four hands working to restrain and strip her. I noticed a bit of discomfort around my mouth, accompanied by a trickle of drool. The woman screamed into my hand, her eyes bulging at the monstrosity eagerly shredding her once nice dress.
Her breasts swayed as she writhed against me on the couch. Each soft mound was topped by a stiff nipple, surrounded by a wide areola. Her dark hair cascaded over her narrow shoulders, barely standing out against her cocoa skin. The curve of her body sloped inward near her navel, then back out along her wide hips. Faint muscle tone could be seen around her stomach, but my eyes were seeking something further down. I tore her violet panties away, revealing a neatly trimmed pubic mound rising over her delicate folds. Darker lips draped around her inner pink, a hood of flesh draped over her hardening clit. Her body cried out to me for stimulation, even if her still screaming mouth and fearful eyes told a different story.