1. Time Eternal


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Alien, Cannibalism, Extreme, Male/Female, Torture, Author: ufpe, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    genitals soon produced a wanton stirring in my loins. Throwing back the sheet, she straddled my torso and drew the head of my organ into her warm mouth coaxing it to its painfully throbbing fullness. I gently guided the crux of her hips over my face and with a gentle tug removed the last cloth vestiges covering her moist trimmed pussy. My tongue dove into the quivering folds as her mouth fervently massaged the head of my damaged organ. The slurping noises were hard to suppress as we feasted on each others building passion. We were both skilled, and slowly enticed spine tingling arousal, my lips not enclosing her tiny clitoris until her hips thrust forcefully into my face. He first orgasm was quickly followed by a second, more explosive release that exposed years of unfulfillment. Her third orgasm was induced with my finger probing her g-spot, followed quickly by my painfully explosive release on her fluttering tongue. Quickly reversing her position, her hand quickly wrapped gently around my deflating organ and she gently massaged our spent fluids into the glans and corona. In turn, my hand gently massaged her tender mound until we both drifted into a restful slumber. The surreal scene was shattered when Carl staggered in and exclaimed; “Can't keep a good man down, can ya?” My companion shrieked and tumbled from the bed taking the sheet with her. With an unrecognizable exclamation, she disappeared down the hallway leaving me completely exposed to Carl's shocked gaze. “Geezuz ...
    man – how in the hell you expect to satisfy a woman with that hunk of ground beef?” “With my tongue,” I retorted and we both laughed. ”Can ya make it to the jeep – the boys should be landing at the strip within the hour.” I motioned towards a neatly folded set of clothes in the corner and Carl brought them over in a WW2 vintage wheel chair sitting next to them. We made short work of getting me clothed and rolling down to the vintage jeep. When Carl tried to start the aging relic, it backfired once and refused to turn over. On impulse, I reached over and touched the exposed grease coated block and could feel energy racing through my fingertips. The engine snapped to life. “How in the hell. . .,” he queried as I wheeled over to the passenger seat and gingerly slipped on board. “Dunno,” I offered wondering what came over me. We eased down the wash board road and pulled up to the strip just as the aircraft bearing my companions made a rough landing. There was mayhem when they climbed out of the cabin onto the tarmac. Reunited with those I had perceived as lost was exhilarating. We headed back to the motel and dropped off their equipment before heading over to the closest cantina. Hidden beneath the pile of expedition gear were two small cages containing several large green serpents of an unknown genus. Under the orange glow of a flickering streetlight, one of the serpents struggled in timeless agony as she gave live birth to a plethora of small green offspring. Within a few short ...
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