1. American Gothic


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    night this was; what a beautiful garden; and what a beautiful girl. Her breasts strained against the dress, so she took it off. He couldn’t help but imagine picking ripe fruit straight off a tree when he put his hands on them. Where Devanie had been forceful and in charge, Lorelei was completely pliant. She swooned every time he touched or kissed her, and anything he wanted to do next she was always just a half step ahead and offering it to him. He kissed his way along the curves of her well-turned legs and thighs, tickling them with his mustache. Her giggle was completely non-girlish. It might have been the most mature, womanly sound he’d ever heard someone make. “Isn’t this the perfect night?" she said. “Aren’t the moon and the stars lovely? They’re singing for you.” “I hear them,” Charles said, and he could. It was a strange song, and very plaintive, but somehow it made him wild with desire. “Do you know what makes my garden grow?” Lorelei said. “The thing it really needs is the seed of men like you. Let’s not keep it waiting any longer.” He didn’t need a second invitation. He spread her legs and slid right in, their bodies coming together in a hot embrace. The whole garden seemed to sigh in relief, every blossom and leaf. Her soft, plump flesh yielded to his. Yes, he thought, that is the secret of making a garden grow. And what do you find in gardens? The fruit you’re not allowed, isn’t that the way the story goes? Her body shone with sweat under the moonlight. She ...
    licked the perspiration off his and he shivered. She began twisting and howling like a cat in heat. By God, what a woman. She might even be too much for him, but he kept at it anyway. The least he could do was give her his very best. They kept going like that for a long time, until Charles was so sore, wore out, breathless, and bit and scratched to bits that he just couldn’t go on. When the big moment came he imagined every ounce of himself leaving his body going into her and mixing all together.He practically crashed, then, back down among the flowers. Even though he was completely beat, he felt at peace. This must have been the way people felt in the old days, the Golden Days, when there were no troubles and every man had his woman and was happy. He realized that he’d often imagined married life just that very way. Lorelei sang to him while he drifted into a perfect, dreamless slumber: “Oh come list awhile my bonny child, Lay your head low on my knee, A dreadful tale I'll tell to you Concerning a fair lady…” There was more, but he didn’t hear it. Instead, forgetting that he was already asleep in the first place, he slept. *** Charles woke up with the dawn, but it seemed Devanie had beaten him to it, as her side of the bed was empty. He yawned, stretched, did 25 pushups and came back up feeling relaxed. It seemed a night in this old house had done him some good after all. He no longer found it quite so disquieting. In fact, he wondered why he ever had. This place had real ...
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