Urban Fantasy: Journey's Start

Clawing at the carpet, Saharan turned herself over onto her belly and she reached between her legs to slowly stroke up and down along each parted labia while getting up to crawl on all fours right beside of her bed. She kept rubbing at her cunny, keeping her ass raised up and her chest down, trying to sate her lust and at the same time try and lure at least one of those goons back to her heat.

In the wan light, she peered down between her breasts, between her legs, past her hand working furiously at her hot quim, she could see one of them turn from their gathering and waddle towards her rear, and she across her lips spread a feral grin, crying out in surprise when she felt a sharp slap across the side of her rump. The pain was followed by small hands taking a firm hold either side of her hips, before something hard and long was driven straight into her vulva, drawing forth a guttural cry from Saharan, back arching, chest puffing out and head tilting back.

With each mighty thrust from behind, she gave an earnest push back, moaning loudly and issuing rather lewd remarks that seemed unfitting from such a frail person. The flesh of her hips and breasts bounced with each rhythmic thrust, and each time that set of hands pulled her hard back down hard onto that long and thick rod drilling deep into her pussy, her copious juices making the action sound like two slabs of raw meat slapping against each other.

Saharan raised herself up with shaky arms, still pushing her hips back against the fiend behind her, yes wide open, breathing hard and sweating like as if she'd gone through a 2 hour jog in the midday heat, 'Oh, fuck yeah, fuck my pussy hard. I want your cock deeper… harder!'

She got a grunt in reply, just seeing half a grin through that black ski mask and another making his way back to the coupling, his long, thin dick jerking excitedly in his hand. Saharan squinted her eyes, and she fancied she could imagine that prick wiggling like a tentacle, but she couldn't be too sure in the dim lighting. Either way, she was sure it would be good to have another cock inside of her. She licked her lips slowly at the thought while being jerked back and forth from the rough thrusting of the guy behind her. She could see between her legs that he was just standing up even though she was clearly on her knees, but she quickly shut her eyes as another way of immense pleasure coursed through her, one that tickled on the very edges of her toes and tensed every muscle in her body, causing her to clench tightly on the lance that was pistoning in and out of her wet snatch like a well-oiled machine.

Her mind swirled in the excesses of it all, and the barely felt or noticed the squirming form beneath of her, nibbling on her nipples, tugging and squeezing as if she were some kind of cow to be milked, gasping once a mouth latched on to the dark pink nub and suckling. Saharan spread her stance a bit wider now when the one beneath of her squirmed his way down between her legs, refusing to let go of her nipple, which by now was becoming quite sore, and she felt a hard poking between her legs, right where she was joined at the hips doggy style to the one behind of her.

'What are you… uhh… doing…? She struggled to form a coherent sentence through her moaning, still pushing back against the rutting, before feeling a second prick force its way into her tight pussy. Saharan damn nearly lost her head right there. Her whole body collapsed right on top of the one beneath of her and impaling her even further on the second dick while the first one continued sliding in and out of her easily. She felt a lance of sharp pain in her vulva, gasping and breathing heavily, her chest hiking from the extreme mix of sensations that conflicted inside of her mind and body. Wow, was the mix of pain and pleasure intoxicating, and Saharan was pushed over the edge once more, her whole body erupting in a cataclysmic wave of orgasm that sent her crying out in pure ecstasy.

She could feel the slobbering pig that was gorging himself on her cleavage, both of her breasts in his tiny hands, every texture of both pricks sliding alternately in and out of her pussy, every ridge, vein and bump sliding against the velvety walls of her insides as her vaginal muscles clamped down on both cocks, as if to milk every last drop of their jism and suck them dry. Oddly enough, more sensed than seen, she could see the rest of the motley crew sitting by the sidelines, rubbing their dicks to satisfaction. And just as oddly, out of the corner of her eyes, she got the impression that their rods squirmed about like prehensile tails.

It made Saharan shudder. But she couldn't care less at this moment, all she cared for was the pleasure it brought her.

She hugged the head at her bare breasts closer, not fearing that she might suffocate the person between her breasts, as all she cared about was the continual wave of pleasure wracking her body. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and fat rivulets ran down her flanks somewhat reminiscent of a person leaving a steam room, their excess weight leaving their body in the form of sweat.

Riding the crest of her orgasm, feeling every sensation that had to do with contact to her, she felt those two dicks twitch and curve slightly inside of her, daring to tickle at her inner walls. She even thought she could feel them tickle at her cervix, and she imagined that they were long, tentacle-like appendages that wanted to impregnate her like an innocent school girl in some cheap hentai comic, or something of the like. It made her shudder with pleasure.

Her two fuckers thrust alternately, one rod in, one rod out, and this went on for long minutes in smooth mechanical strokes which seemed like hours to Saharan, but she loved every moment of it, rocking her hips back and forth as best she could, moaning out expletives at her would-be rapists and running through several more orgasms. She felt several sharp smacks across her ass, and she looked back slowly to see the sweaty form of the midget-like being behind her, smacking her ass over and over again, making her wince, gasp and shudder before she finally felt a thick overflow of sticky juices fill up her insides. The two were locked in a staccato frenzy of bestial thrusting, each crying out in orgasm while they pumped her insides full of their seed. She could feel every drop as their pricks each unloaded hot gobs of jism, triggering a sudden and unexpected orgasm that rocked her to her very bones.

It wasn't a simple walk in the park for Saharan, and she felt a sudden, leaden weight descend upon her frail form, and she rolled off of the supine form of the guy beneath of her to lay off to one side, disengaging with a loud and audible pop and slurp, a torrent of expended bodily fluids washing out from her snatch, staining the carpet.

More than exhausted, every last reserve in her body bled off from the last hour of or so of fucking. At least it seemed like an hour. She looked up at the clock she knew was there, looking for some clue as to what time it was, maybe out of habit or just out of plain curiosity. Whatever it was, she felt compelled to at least look at the time before drifting off to sleep. She peered up the wall, finding the ticking gadget, but finding something strange about it. It seemed like the motion of the clock was just about getting back in synch with what was normal. Was she seeing things? The time was just about 3 am. But when did she eat dinner? Wasn't that around 9 pm or something?

So many questions, so few brain cells actually awake to help her answer them.

I figure I'll find out in the morning… Saharan thought, allowing her self to fall into sleep's sweet, warm and comforting embrace, taking her to oblivion and set her off to lala land. The carpet wasn't as soft as a clean carpet should feel like, but it didn't matter. It was still almost soft, all the same, and she shut her eyes.

Through slowly shutting eyelids, she caught sight of a shadow moving across her room, as if it originated from where those goons were standing while they were watching their two buddies fuck her pussy at the same time. Oh well. The shadow melted into the doorway, the sounds of the jeering goons evaporating along with the inky blackness.

That's another mystery Saharan figured she'd never solve. For now, the darkness took her into its warm bosom, and she allowed her self to be taken into its soothing embrace.

~To be continued~