Randy Land Ch. 01

Fluffa knew that if you broke the skin on a gingerplum bruise and swirled your fingertip inside, the juice was often the sweetest. So he tried that with Sue. Fluffa moved Sue's panties aside and pushed his finger underneath. "No, Fluffa, not my panties," Sue moaned without much conviction. But Fluffa's curiosity was insatiable. He rubbed her all over. His fur dampened from her moisture and his hairs mingled with her own. Fluffa eased his way inside of her, finally feeling a pop as her lips parted and gripped his finger. It was just like poking his finger inside an overripe plum that had been warmed by the sun. Fluffa wormed his finger deep inside of Sue until it bumped gently against the end of her.

Sue was undone. She'd never been touched in this way before and now she had a giant, furry finger buried deep inside of her pussy. Fluffa resumed his explorations and wriggled his finger back and forth. She'd never been so full or so charged with eroticism. Sue began to move, impaling her body on Fluffa's inquisitive digit. Fluffa thumbed her bush while he prodded her insides and finally glanced against her clit; this was too much and Sue burst into a shuddering orgasm. She trembled and bucked her hips, moaning incoherently. Fluffa withdrew his finger in surprise and loomed his expressive face over hers, peering down with anxiety.

"Have I harmed you, Princess Sue?"

"No Fluffa, no. I am just fine. In fact that felt wonderful."

"Is this your sensitive spot, then?" Fluffa slid his fat finger back inside of Sue's snatch and rubbed around, causing her to tremble again. Sue could only nod. Her nipples were hard and aching to be touched. Fluffa surmised as much and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When his burrowing finger found the upmost point of her sheath, the sensation triggered another writhing orgasm more powerful than the first. This time Fluffa did not withdraw but fondled her insides and twisted his fingertip around.

Finally Fluffa took his finger out of her and placed it in his mouth. He sucked her juices from his wet fur and tasted the air. "Not sweet at all!" he exclaimed. "Tangy. Salty almost. What a delightful surprise!"

Sue stared at the clouds and saw only clouds.

While this had been going on, Billy had chased down Sweetlea and Sugarplum. They giggled and rolled around in the grass together. Billy wrapped his arm around Sweetlea and clawed his fingers into her side, scratching furiously. This sent her into peals of laughter and a fit of squirming. Jealous, Sugarplum came up behind Billy and wrapped her arms around his chest. She rubbed him up and down, causing his shirt to bunch up.

"Why do you have a peel?" Sugarplum asked. "Are you a fruit?"

"That's not a peel, dummy," Sweetlea rebuked. "It is a wrapper. All the best candies have wrappers. I bet he tastes delicious."

Billy was amused by this misunderstanding but also anxious. He did not want to be eaten. "Girls, that is not a peel or a wrapper. It is a shirt," Billy tugged his shirt down, "and pants." He indicated his pants.

"Why do you have shirt-pants?"

"Humans like me have them to keep warm."

Sweetlea and Sugarplum were incredulous. "But it is a perfectly sunny day! Are you cold here?"

"Well, no." Billy wasn't sure how to explain it. "We also wear clothes to hide our bodies from other humans."

"Oh. I see." Sugarplum shed an enormous tear and backed away from Billy in sorrow. "You must be horribly scarred. I am so sorry."

To their surprise Billy laughed out loud. "I have no scars. I am perfectly fine."

The girls were inordinately confused now and huddled together, whispering and looking at him from time to time. Billy could see that the girls were uncomfortable. He took a quick look around to make sure they were alone and said "Would you feel better if I took them off?"

Sugarplum's face brightened and Sweetlea nodded profusely, so Billy took off his shoes and socks. He took off his shirt, then his pants. He hesitated, shrugged, and took off his underwear. The Fluffy twins eyed him with curiosity then remembered their game. Sweetlea tickled Billy and ran around a tree. He chased after her and soon the trio was laughing again.

Eventually they tired and came to rest in a warm spot between a row of trees. "Pet us, pet us!" the girls cried, and snuggled up on either side of Billy. He ran his hands up and down their backs, scratching the skin beneath their thick, soft fur. Sugarplum was a deep mulberry color while Sweetlea was a muted, purplish brown. Billy reached as far around their bellies as he could and raked his fingernails across their nubby skin. He worked his fingers upward, scratching the ruff of their necks, and then the backs of their heads.

The trolls were quivering now and humming supersonically. When Billy reached their stubby horns and caressed them, the girls squealed and butted their heads beneath his fingers. He fondled the furry nubs and flicked his thumbs back and forth across the tips. Sugarplum gasped and keeled over, trembling and ruffing out her electrically charged fur. Sweetlea lasted longer, chirping in rhythm to his caressing hands. Billy wrapped his fingers around both of her horns and flicked the tips simultaneously; Sweetlea stiffened and bellowed before she too laid back in the grass.

The girls recovered almost immediately and curled themselves around Billy, cooing and nuzzling their furry bodies all over him. That is when Sugarplum noticed Billy's turgid erection.

"See, I told you he was a fruit!" Sugarplum was triumphant. "Here is his stem!"

She engulfed his shaft with her furry palm and wrapped her fingers around it. She tugged on his cock as though she was pulling him off a tree. "This is where he was plucked from his mama."

Billy wanted to argue but he was overcome with sensation. Sugarplum's casual fondling of his cockshaft was heating Billy up.

Sweetlea was watching Billy's face with some anxiety. Then the light went on. "It is not his stem, you dummy," she said with smugness. "That is Prince Billy's horn."

Then the girls were clamoring to touch it. They laid Billy back in the grass and ran their paws all over him. Sweetlea encircled his cockshaft in a tunnel of fur and moved up and down, slowing as she reached the top and squeezing his glans before moving back down. Sugarplum caressed Billy's balls and thighs, letting her long fur trail across his skin. This left goosebumps. Sugarplum noticed these and tested them with the tip of her wide, flat tongue. She licked all around his balls and thighs while Sweetlea jacked him with her silky hands.

The girl's ministrations were getting Billy all worked up, but they weren't quite right. The caresses were too gentle or too rough. It was frustrating. Billy thought about Sue and her tears earlier. She'd been so worried about going off to college and being inexperienced. Billy was also frustrated, not just now but in general. His eagerness turned off the girls he had tried thus far. And now that he was finally being touched, it wasn't satisfying him.

"Sweetlea, Sugarplum, did you like it when I touched your horns?"

The girls giggled and looked at each other bashfully. "Oh, yes!"

"It feels good for me when you touch my horn, too. But where I am from, it feels best if I rub my horn against you. May I try that for awhile?"

The girls were delighted at the idea. Billy pushed them back and rolled them onto their tummies. He gripped his cock at the base and ran it through Sweetlea's fur, pressing hard against her skin. The silky furs parted for his cockhead and tickled the mushroom base as he slid it back and forth.

Worked up again, Billy mounted Sugarplum as though she were a fuckdoll and started sliding his cock against her backside. He pressed his abdomen tight against her and trapped his cock against her nubby skin. The friction was just right. He shagged her backside furiously, rubbing his boner through her silky fur and letting his balls trail along behind. His body was on autopilot, thrusting primally.

Then Billy was inspired and wrapped his arms around both girls, squeezing their plump bodies together. He nestled his cock at the union of their flesh and pushed it inside. Their fur fluffed against the grain, creating resistance as he pistoned his prick between them. Sweetlea and Sugarplum giggled and looked back at him with expressive eyes.

"This tickles!" Sugarplum said. But Billy did not care. He was consumed by pent-up lust and his feral brain was in command. Billy thrust feverishly, the blood rushing in his ears. His toes started to curl and then Billy spasmed, coughing out thick ropes of cum which matted their fur into sticky sheets. He continued to thrust into the wet mess, eking out every bit of cum he could and relishing the tremors of ecstasy coursing through his body.

Spent, Billy fell over on top of their bodies and lay there to recover. The girls suffered this for a time, then rolled over and felt their damp sides.

"What is this confection?" Sweetlea asked. They scooped up his ejaculate and tasted it. Their faces shifted from expectation to surprise, then acceptance. "What an odd flavor it has!" said Sugarplum, then lapped Billy's sperm from her sister's side. Sweetlea did the same to Sugarplum, licking her clean of Billy's spunk. "Do you have any more?"

"No," said Billy. "It takes a long time to make."

Billy dressed and the trio walked back towards Fluffa and Sue. Billy was as embarrassed as he was triumphant. He composed himself on the walk back and was all business when they arrived.