Speaking of horse, no sooner had the succubus beast finished her rapacious molestations of me than the mare spoke in the night and demanded to fuck me also. I did not ask how this was even possible because in nightmarish reveries, all things are possible.
The mare of the dark night turned an ass towards my bed. This was the same ass and body which had supposedly provided the meat for spicy chili. The mare’s scraggly tail lifted up to the ceiling revealing her decomposing slit of equine cunt and the hellish oversized void within.
How? Hearing my one-word quizzical inquiry, the miniature beast commanded me to stand in my bed. A sharp-nailed finger touched my penis and it began to stretch in length and swell in girth. Absurd, it was, but my cockshaft measured at least four inches in diameter and my cockhead reached the covers of my bed about three feet down.
Lifting with both hands, the small-figured succubus lifted my horse-sized, long-dong silver and positioned it at the entrance to the equine cunt. Sprinting off the bed, the diminutive female fiend hopped aboard my massive cock and perched there.
“For what purpose, your head wonders,” the bitch snarled. “Why, for lubrication, of course! Of course a horse must be wet!”
How can one understand the insane mind of a succubus bitch? This creature began pissing all over the sensitive flesh of my thorn-scratched cock. Adding insult to my agonizing injury, the diminutive beast began shitting a diarrheic mess of fecal matter onto my penile skin.
Swinging off my cock, the bitch stuck claw-like fingernails into my asshole thus causing my body to involuntarily thrust my massive erection into the mare of the night’s cunt. While I felt nothing but excruciating pain, the hideous horse took great pleasure in tormenting my shitty cock. The succubus reamed my asshole with all ten talons of her sharp, hell-born, poker-hot nails.
[4] Dying Dreams, Love’s Therapeutic Mending
Familiar voices came to my comprised mind. Was this more pain for my tortured body and soul? Were additional nightmarish cruelties responsible for my aural and visual insight?
***
Morning at my neighbor’s house:
Cassandra Barnstable entered the kitchen where her mother had just prepared a steaming pot of coffee. Cassie and her mom sat in silence allowing the mountain-grown elixir to slowly awaken nerves, thoughts, and memories.
Out of the blue, Cassandra announced to her mother, “Mom, I love David Hall!”
Cynthia Barnstable responded to her daughter rationally, “Yes Sweetheart, I know!”
Cassie continued, “I love him even though you think he is too old for me!”
Cynthia replied, “Honey, you were twelve years old when I told you that. I am not telling it to you now.”
Refusing to drop the subject, Cassie tentatively added, “Mom, I almost slept with David last night. He touched my breasts and he had his hands on my pussy! I wanted him to do more and more…”
Cynthia questioned, “So, why didn’t you let him? Every teen girl should experience an older man.”
Cassie gazed at her mother surprised by her liberal sexual attitude. She explained, “David was drunk, Mom. My love for him would not let me take advantage of his intoxication.”
Cynthia smiled and said, “Good for you. This must be the ‘real’ thing!”
“It is,” Cassie affirmed. After a moment’s thought, this young woman wantonly added, “I bet David is not intoxicated this morning. Mom, I’m so…I’m so horny for him! Would I be doing wrong if I seduced him this morning?”
Cynthia was thrilled that her daughter shared such intimate details with her. “You go for it, girl!” was her honest answer. “Go now!”
Cassie stood and ran for the kitchen door. The doorknob brought realization as to what her morning attire was. The voluptuous seventeen-year-old wore no bra but did wear a pair of lacy pink panties. Shockingly, she wore a man’s long-tailed shirt with only one button holding it closed. This was the very same shirt David has discarded on the floor before she doctored the wounds on his nude body!
Cassie opened the door and put one foot upon the path she had set. “Mom,” the determined young woman whispered. “I have no protection. I want David to take my virginity in the way that a beast of the woods would take his mate. I want David to ride me bareback! If I get pregnant, then happily pregnant I will be.”
Cassandra set out through dew-wet grass on her mission of getting herself laid by the neighbor man she loved.
***
I awakened. Sunlight illuminated my bedroom. No nightmarish apparitions revealed themselves. Dream shadows emptied of demons. It was over, the dark agonizing night, was over.
A hot shower washed the filth of dreamtime imaginations from my body, my mind, and my soul. I began feeling human again. A beaming smile crossed my face as I heard knocking at my backdoor. Wrapping a terrycloth bathtowel around my waist, I stepped lively and answered the insistent knuckle knocking.
The sight of the barely-dressed young woman nearly made me swoon. “Cassie, what the hell are you doing out so early in the morning,” I asked. “Don’t you know that this time is reserved for only ‘good’ girls and angels?”
Cassie stepped inside without an invitation. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, “What makes you think I’m not a ‘good’ girl? David, I may be the angelic answer to your hopes and dreams!”
After last night, there were three things I never wanted to do again; drink too much booze, eat too much chili, and dream so terrifyingly. At least, I think I was dreaming. It may have been real. God, for all I know this may be an imaginary lull in the nightmarish hell I had known!
“David, would you like for me to doctor your wounds,” Cassie sincerely. “Surely they still sting?”
I vividly remembered hell-bound admonitions, “Don’t put your hands on that girl with evil sexual intent!”
“No, no, I’ve already doctored myself,” I hastily replied.
I suppose Cassie was taken aback. Her seduction wasn’t working. Still, she determinedly tried again. “David, I must have accidently slipped your shirt over my bikini top last night,” she admitted. “I guess you want it back?”
Before I could offer my protests, Cassie’s one button popped loose. The girl shook her shoulders and the dark-green garment slithered down her arms. One finger caught it and held it out to me. “You may have this plus base number one, base number two, or base number three,” the unavoidably seductive female offered.
I suppose the girl’s just-licked, luscious reddish-pink lips were base number one. Base two were undoubtedly the two tight, rounded 34C breasts which ornamented the young woman’s chest. Strawberry nipples surrounded by velvet areolas added additional decorations. Base three could be nothing other than the feminine treasure contained within the pinkish panties hugging the curves of her hips and ass.
Despite cautionary warnings, I wanted to run every base. Although it had not been offered, I wanted to have a ‘homerun’ with my cock inside her drippy hot, wet vagina! How did I know that her morning pussy was hot? Stains soaked her panties. I remembered the sweltering wetness from the handfuls of young pussy I had stolen last night.
“No Cassie, you may keep my shirt,” I said using all my willpower to resist.
Cassandra Barnstable took a quick step towards me. Agile, slim arms encircled my neck and lips locked onto mine. This young lady’s saliva-wet tongue made her kisses so slippery and passionate I just could not resist their seductive allure. Heavenly kisses nearly made me forget the dangers of flagrantly ignoring warnings. Still under a spell, I allowed Cassie’s mouth to tongue-fuck mine and mine to tongue-fuck hers.
My eyes darted about the kitchen. They searched every cavity, whether dark or light, where monsters might hide. Just because none were found didn’t end my trepidations. I had reason to fear because I had sexual intentions that involved the breasts which were pressed so intimately to my chest.
As Cassie stepped back, I lifted a tit in each hand. My ass plopped into a kitchen chair at nearly the same time that a nubile nipple plopped into my mouth. I knew it was impossible, but I swear I tasted strawberries. Suckling insistently, I tasted strawberry jellies and jams. Testing my taste buds, I repeated my taste test on the other nipple and easily proved my strawberry hypothesis. I loved strawberries, I loved tittie nipples, ergo; I loved suckling Cassie’s amazing nippled protrusions.
Cassie’s hefty tits offered unblemished canvases on which I could draw imaginary lip-paintings with my tongue. Her mounds of mammary flesh were kissable, all-day-suckers. I didn’t kiss or suck them all day, but I did take a good deal of time enjoying the fleshy fruit of the delicious melons.
Once again, I stopped to look around for monsters. I loved the exquisite texture of Cassandra’s body and I swear that I had genuine romantic feelings growing for her. Yet, imaginary demons forbade true love, or at least, they forbade the passionate sexual intimacies which made true love grow.
“What are you looking for,” Cassie quizzed. “David, if you don’t, or can’t, love me, then let me go! If you do or can love me, then please have your way with me. ‘Old Man’, I may be young but I’m not jailbait. I’m a woman with a heart full of love to give to a man. I’ve chosen you as its recipient!”
“Babydoll, if I chose to accept your heart,” I inquired. “May I also have the fruit of your loins which are currently hidden within your panties?”
The voluptuous vision in my arms uttered two words, “You may!”
Cassie stood and took a step away from me. Untying the yellow ribbon holding back her ponytailed hair, the brunette curls spilled the summer-tanned skin of her shoulders. A few wayward strands tickled her nipples. My vision was directed downwards to a nice bellybutton which I fully expected to explore with my tongue.
Cassandra Barnstable’s panties inched down slender, smooth legs. The girl stepped out of them, stood glorified in all her nude perfection, and then handed the pussy-smelling panties to me. “David, I’m sorry to be so brazenly blunt,” she said. “But, please fuck me!”
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