The whole collection of ‘Little Devil Stories’ is...
The whole collection of ‘Little Devil Stories’ is here.
First, it was Sheila who was taken by the little devils and the naughty games they played in her closet and under her bed. Ten years later the rest of her family would come to live in the house where devils do it. Amanda, her husband Elliot, and their two daughters Savannah and Scarlet, have no memory of Sheila or how they are connected to her and her house of devils. One by one the family finds themselves succumbing to the demonic curse that plagues the house. Its secrets will reveal that Sheila was not the first to be buried here. Her ghostly spirit forever cursed to be hungry for throbbing and stroking flesh filling her up and satisfying her demonic appetite.
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….Part
1……Devils Do It in my Closet
At the end of her first month living in her new home,
Sheila lay fascinated on her bed as she watched the strange little imps perform
for her. Two small creatures that were no bigger than young children were
making love in the middle of her bedroom floor. Actually, they fucked like porn
stars. The female had her legs splayed open with one leg held up against the
male’s chest and hooked around his shoulder. Her other leg was allowed to hang
down. This forced her to lie on her side. It looked rather uncomfortable with
her legs and hips lifted up to meet the males thrusting dick while her big
smiling head rested in her arms on the carpet. She was enjoying it though. They
always did even if the cock inside her small body was insanely too big. Big
things apparently do come on small packages.
Everything about these strange monsters was
disproportional. These small, child-sized imp’s bodies were covered from head
to toe in dark-bluish fur. Massive round heads sat on small torsos with stubby
arms and legs. On their heads, they sported massive bat-like ears and a huge
toothy grin, but the eyes are small and beady; coal-black and sinister looking.
Overall, they look like dark and evil humanoid koala bears with massive toothy
maws that could completely bite your hand off past the wrist if you reached out
to try to pet them. Terrifying and horrid little monsters who constantly
tormented Sheila in her bed, and yet, somehow cute when they made their
high-pitched growling noises of pleasure while they fucked themselves silly.
The first nights few nights were terrible. Sheila had
no idea what was going on. In the night, something scuttled around in her
bedroom. A large animal, too big to be rats, they scurried from out under her
bed or came out of her closet. When she turned on the light, she could find no
evidence of them. Nevertheless, as soon as she tried to go back to sleep they
were moving about again.
By the end of the first week, she could hear them
whisper. Sometimes she could even hear them fucking, though she didn’t know
that was what they were doing at the time. Sheila had armed herself with a
flashlight and kept it near her pillow to shine on her frighteners, but nothing
was there when she actively searched for their presence.
They have never attacked her or even touched her.
Yet, as the nights progressed, their whispers became louder and more legible.
Sheila tried to explain it away as night terrors produced by bad dreams, or her
mind creating things from the oddities of this strange old house. She didn’t
want to believe the growling noises whispered her name.
It was on that first full moon that she saw them. The
closet door opened, it wasn’t the first time she saw it do this while she
huddled afraid of the scurrying shadows. This night nothing came running out of
the closet. The two creatures stayed right where they were up on a high shelf.
Sheila could see them clearly, particularly the wicked grin of the male staring
back at her. He sat there with his legs dangling off the shelf. His cock, large
and stiff, almost came up to meet his pointed teeth.
The teeth of another came down to nibble at its tip.
The female sitting by his side reached across his lap to slowly devour that big
cock. Her long, prehensile tongue came down to engulf it. It wrapped around the
base like a serpent. She swallowed him slowly and watched Sheila’s reaction as
she did through the corner of a beady black eye. Just above her head and behind
her bat-like ears, the male was staring at Sheila too. The further his mate
sank her teeth down the length of his cock, the more Sheila could see of his
terrible grin. It was an ominous forbearance of what was to come.
Sheila was frightened; there was no doubt. The impish
creatures persisted night after night in tormenting her. Their games and ploys
got worse with each night. They even began to whisper to her that they would do
the same nasty and perverted things to her. This, of course, was then followed
up with a visual demonstration, one that Sheila couldn’t ignore. They made a
terrible ruckus as they rolled on the floor or fucked on her dressers and
bookshelves. Screeching and crying, they grinned wickedly back at Sheila just
before the male whipped his dick out upon the small body of his mate and made a
terrible mess of her.
Sheila thought she must be dreaming. No evidence of
these demonic little imps ever remained when the sun rose, and they made big
messes that should have left something for her to prove they had been there.
The little cretins’ bodies seemed full of cum. Some nights there was so much
cum splattered across her walls she thought all her belongings must be ruined.
Nevertheless, for all the messes they made and all the mischief they played
upon her, they never touched her. Like in the folk legends of old-world
vampires, they would not cross the threshold of her mattress or covers unless
she invited them in. Sheila was tempted sometimes, but only because she wanted
to know if they were real and not some fancy of her imagination. They drove her
mad with their insistency that she come and play with them. All she had to do
was leave her bed, invite them to her bed, or turn out her light.
A frightening prospect; Sheila knew exactly what they
would do to her. The little monsters were not shy about letting her know just
how thoroughly they would violate her womanhood. What would that mean for her?
They whisper to her that they only want to play. They do it only for the
pleasure of the flesh and the satisfaction of lust. They seem hardly
trustworthy. Their devilish grins are too wicked to voice truth. Besides, where
did they come from? Why do they haunt this house? Why do they haunt her? These
are all questions Sheila has had to ponder. Yet, the reason she has not fled
from this terrible place is that for all their wicked mischief she has found
them rather fascinating.
They teased her only with words and lewd shows.
Sometimes they made idle threats about what would happen if she let the lights
go off. Sheila made sure she always had fresh batteries for her flashlight in
hand every night. Yet, in the end, it would be her choice to let them defile
her body. From what she had seen, even if they were dirty and nasty little
fucks who fiendishly gave no quarter to their sexual partners, they were indeed
having fun and enjoying every bit of their lustrous games.
* * *
“So what does Sheila think?” the beady
black-eyed imp said as it rolled around on top of her dresser that was next to
her bed. He flopped over onto his stomach and prompted his big smiling face on
his arms to smile back at Sheila as he waited for her to reply. As usual,
Sheila was shy and silent.
“You would be tight. You will feel good. Play
with us you should.”
Another pair of gremlins did it nearby. The male
rested with his back against a bedpost while his lust-driven lover provided him
a show, while at the same time she let her ass sit down on his big cock. She
made many strange noises. The male reached out with his tongue to lick the
jostling body bobbing up and down on him.
“You could be her,” the one sitting on her
dresser pointed out, “So much fun. So many games we could play. Come off
your bed and turn off your light. Join us Sheila.”
“You still haven’t answered my questions,”
Sheila retorted.
She didn’t pay much attention to the two gremlins
having fun. Besides, there were more than just the two fucking in her room. She
had grown too accustomed to seeing them do it all over her belongings to pay
much attention anymore. Yelling at them to stop didn’t do any good either. All
that had ever accomplished in the past was disturb other members of her family
in the house. Sheila was tired of trying to explain that these monsters existed
to those who would not believe her.
The gremlin answered her with his usual big smile. It
was devilishly wicked and it definitely hid something from her.
“You see all we tell. We want to play games with
you. We like you.”
“Then why won’t you tell me more about you? Who
are you? What are you? Where do you come from? Why… why do you want to…
play with me? Can’t you just leave me alone?”
Again with the wicked grin, “We never get to
play if we leave. We don’t leave our home. Why you not leave? You stay here. We
play games and you watch us. You must like our fun?”
“No, I can’t leave. I live here too. It is not
so easy for me to just leave whenever I want. Nobody believes me that you exist
and I can’t just leave.” You don’t understand.“
"If stay you play with us, we insist. Won’t
stop, will persist. Sooner or later you let your guard down.” His wicked
grin became more sinister than before.
“Ok, ok, I get it, but then what? What happens
then when you finally get me?”
The little creature perked up. His sadism turned
instantly into an utmost delight. “We have fun. We have fun always. You
regret not having fun with us sooner.”
“Ok, ok. Fine, I get it. That is all you ever
tell me. You are never going to leave me alone…”
The gremlin sat on the dresser, his smile growing
ever wider as his held and waved his dick in his small hands. He knew she had
been considering doing it for the last few days. He had always been confident
he would finally get her to consent.
“Tomorrow… maybe. Tomorrow night, and only if
you promise to not go crazy, or that nothing bad will happen to me… You’ve
said I wouldn’t have babies either, right? I don’t want to have babies.”
The imp laughed and continued smiling. “No
babies, only games, we promise.”
“And I don’t want to do it here. I know nobody
else can seem to see or hear anything going on in here, but I don’t want to
take a chance.”
“Go down underground. There is a secret place,
nobody find us there.”
“Down underground? What do you mean by
that?” Sheila asked.
“You journey down the steps that take you to
part of house that is underground. Find our secret door.”
“Oh, you mean the basement.”
“Yes, basement, yes. You find our secret door.
We show it to you only if you come. You promise to enter if we show it to you?
Don’t bring light making stick. Better, if you don’t bring clothes either. You
won’t need them,” he said with disgust as he made an obvious nod toward
the flashlight turned on by Sheila’s side. She kept the beam of it buried in
her blankets so as to not chase off her intruder while she discussed terms with
him. Having it on and at the ready kept her safe. These things would have
jumped her long before now if it wasn’t.
“Alright, I will think about it… but I won’t
promise you anything.”
It was then that a light came on down the hallway
from Sheila’s room. A familiar drowsy voice came to scold her again.
“Sheila, would you please stop making such a
racket. I don’t know what you’re doing in there but please just go to
bed.”
With that, the impish creature sitting on her dresser
had disappeared as though they had never been there at all. It had probably
been the loud orgasmic cries of one of the groups having sex near the bedroom
door that had awoke those down the hall. Most nights that was usually the way
it went. Sheila always tried to explain things to the other members of her
household, but she could hardly believe it herself. Without any evidence,
proving little monsters were fucking in her closet and under her bed was
impossible. Maybe it was all in her head.
* * *
Sheila had checked the basement during the day;
searched it thoroughly, but did not find any secret door. Disappointed, she
expected it was much like the gremlins themselves. It would stay hidden until
they wanted to show it to her. This made Sheila uncomfortable and she regretted
ever suggesting she would come down here at all. The day dragged on. Sheila
anxiously reconsidered the basement idea. There was time, she hadn’t promised
anything, she could still refuse because if she followed them into the dark,
she may never return. So when bedtime came, she crawled into her bed with her
flashlight in hand to wait until the little monsters awoke her as they always
did.
She couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the first time, but
tonight was different. She knew the monsters would show, they would pester her
about the basement. They were too much like children in that way; always
nagging and persistently annoying. However, she knew better. If she left the
bed, they would get her.
Time passed but no gremlins. Sheila sat up and
scanned her room. They hate the flashlight’s bright light and would squeal
anytime it hit them. Tonight, she couldn’t push them out of their regular
hiding spots. They could not be found. She waited longer. It had to be a trick.
They really couldn’t be thinking she would come to the basement.
By three in the morning, they were always giving her
the worst torment. Sheila had grown accustomed to being awake by then. Yet,
still no gremlins. This never happened in all the nights she slept in this
house. They wouldn’t just leave her alone. She laughed and fell back in bed
thinking it a good thing to finally be rid of them for once. Unfortunately, she
couldn’t stop thinking about them or what mischief they had to be planning.
“Do I really want to check to see if a door is
now in the basement?” she murmured to herself. “If I don’t go, they
will return - I just know it. But they know I didn’t promise them anything.
They should be here trying to get me.”
Again, she looked her room over with the beam of her
flashlight. She dared to peek under her bed; hoping one might not jump out and
try to grab her as had happened in the past. No usual cute sounds of sex came
from her closet. None rolled around on her floor fucking next to her bed.
Neither was the little shit she called Nat writing his name in cum on her
walls. Thank god that their messes disappeared with the morning light.
Sheila couldn’t handle it. She didn’t know why, but
after a month of their constant nightly company and terrible persistence to get
her to play with them, she couldn’t handle them not being there. She couldn’t
decide if she feared them or had developed a fondness for them. They were cute
in their own crude way.
“What am I doing?” she asked herself as she
finally let curiosity overwhelm her. Carefully she stepped off her bed and
winced expecting one of them to come rushing out at from the shadows: Its big
dick waving about as he cackled with lust in his eyes.
Nothing stirred. She put her other foot on the carpet
and then made a couple of steps. The house was the quietest it had ever been.
Slowly she worked up the courage to move to the hallway and towards the
basement. Her flashlight was ever at the ready, just in case.
The basement was intensely dark. She flipped the
light switch on, off, and on again, but nothing stirred. Sheila grabbed her
crotch. If she went down there, she knew what was going to happen. They would finally
get her. As she grabbed her crotch, she thought about the big cocks that would
be filling her down there.
“It won’t be so bad. It will be fun. They are
always having fun. It’s just sex with monsters. What could go wrong?” she
nervously told herself.
She imagined herself being swarmed. When they got
into it in her bedroom, they went out of control. She once witnessed a small
female creature brutally fucked repeatedly. Three to four of the males wrapped
themselves around her body. During her strenuous fucking, three of the males
managed to shove all their cocks into her small pussy. The poor little critter,
she let out such a high-pitched shriek that woke the rest of the house. Sheila
got the blame for it as per usual.
In the basement nobody else would probably hear
Sheila’s cries if the horde of minions became overly excited and took her in
droves.
“Alright, here I go,” Sheila said to
herself as she took her first steps down.
Halfway down the stairs she saw it. On the back wall
was a door, or the outline of one. She could see it only when she didn’t put
her flashlight’s beam on it. In the dark, the cracks of the outline glowed a
faint blue. It was a small door; she would have to crawl through it. First, she
had to figure out how to open it. There was no handle, and anytime she tried to
put a light on it, the door vanished. Sheila didn’t have to ponder her
situation long. It opened on its own and the head of a little bat-eared gremlin
popped out.
It was the one she called Nat, the most mischievous
of them all. He partook less in the orgies and gangbangs, and spent the nights
tearing up her room, playing in Sheila’s panties, or playing pranks to try to
goad her off her bed. Sheila wasn’t so certain she should trust him when he
offered up his paw for her to grab and lead her through the portal.
“You came, you came!” he said smiling with
excitement. "Others thought you not
come, but I know better. I know, yes. Come in, come in.“
He reached up and gently wrapped his stubbing fingers
around Sheila’s own. It was the first time she had actually touched one of
them. His grip was soft and gentle. It was almost like holding a cat’s paw. The
greeting was not what she expected. Yet, there was still time for them to swarm
her if they poured out of the shadows surrounding her.
She crouched down to her knees, making herself even
more vulnerable. Then she crawled into the dark doorway with only Nat’s tiny
paw pulling her in. She could see nothing but his glowing eyes. Surprisingly
they did not have they usual wicked look. They were bright and beaming, a
joyous emotion. Sheila wasn’t sure she felt the same way, but at least Nat’s
expression helped calm her for what was to come.
Sheila kept imagining that she would become pinned in
this darkness. It would be then, when she was completely helpless and trapped,
that the masses would come for her. They had threatened to tear her clothes off
before and then ravage her like a wild animal. From what she had seen in her
room, she believed it.
What was at the end of the cramped tunnel surprised
her. It opened up into the mouth of a cavern. Everywhere there were mushrooms,
large and small, all of which gave off a phosphorous faint blue light. It was a
dim light, but there were so many mushrooms that Sheila could see everything just
fine.
The cavern continued forward, traveling downward into
nameless depths and getting narrower as it went until reaching a point where
ghastly green water flooded it and barred further passage.
"Don’t go there,” Nat said, “Maybe
explore later, but fishy ones maybe too much for you now?”
“Fishy… ones?” Sheila asked.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s play now,” Nat
said as he turned to face her with a familiar grin.
There were more than just mushrooms in this cavern.
All the other gremlins were waiting here too. They lounged on glowing cave
mushrooms that lined higher up on the cave walls. None were up to their usual
antics of sex and mayhem. Most appeared casually relaxed as they patiently
awaited the show with Sheila at the center.
“Ok, take off clothes now,” Nat said
smiling at her with the biggest grin.
“I… don’t know. I don’t think I can do
it,” she replied nervously as she held her arms tightly around the waist
of her nightgown, protecting it as if it might somehow fall off her on its own.
“It’s ok. You come so far now. We never hurt
you. I be gentle. You see. You will like,” Nat said, taking her by her
hand and insisting she followed him over to large grouping of mushrooms. He was
not aggressive. He tugged more like a child excited to show something to her.
Like a resistant mother, she slowly let herself be dragged along.
“Sit here,” Nat demanded.
“Here?”
“Yes, make you comfortable; soft and
spongy.”
Slowly and hesitantly, Sheila sat on the glowing
toadstools. She didn’t think it would support her and jumped when she thought
it was slumping under her weight. It was just soft and spongy like Nat had
described. The fungal material squished as it molded around her butt and
thighs. Nat waited for her to rest her back comfortably against other mushrooms
clustered behind and to the side of her. He then crawled up onto her toadstool
trying to push her legs apart so that he could be in-between them.
“Don’t resist him,” said a cute feminine
voice typical of the females of Nat’s kind. One of them had snuck up on Sheila
and was now sitting close to her on her right side.
“He just going to pleasure you,” said
another who snuck up on her left.
“Always you resist. Don’t understand why you
don’t want to play with us. Don’t be afraid anymore. Play with u.,” said
the first. She reached down with a paw and began to fondle one of Sheila’s
breasts closest to her. The other one quickly followed suit. Both began to make
their weird purring sounds as they kneaded and groped her breasts.
“Here we go,” Sheila quietly said to
herself. Her body tensed up in anticipation for what was to come. Her legs
trying to clamp back together as Nat crawled further up her nightgown.
“No, No, you keep open,” Nat said as he
pushed with both his tiny arms to keep her legs spread wide. Sheila couldn’t
see what he was doing as he had by now fully crawled up into her nightgown. His
soft furry paws dug into her bare legs. She could almost feel his hot breath
bearing down on her exposed panties.
One of the persistent females bit down over the
breast of her nightgown. It was not hard, but it surprised Sheila enough to
cause her to jerk and spread her legs wide again. Nat now had enough time to
quickly come down and bite down on her as well. He landed his rows of sharp
teeth across her crotch, piercing the linen of her panties so that he could
tear them off in a single mighty tearing action. Sheila couldn’t see Nat’s face
under her gown. Nevertheless, she could only imagine the smirk of success
plastered on it.
“The two females began to purr loudly with
excitement over what was about to happen. They began to fondle Sheila more
aggressively in perverted excitement. Their strange bodies hugged her while
they licked her body through the linen of her gown. Then they began to chew on
it as if ready to tear it from her shoulders.
Sheila laid on the warmth of that glowing mushroom
breathing heavily in deep anticipation for whatever Nat was going to do next.
She expected his big cock to be pushing against her. Her fear of the
anticipation made her sweat. She cried out, "Get it over with.”
The two girls stopped their biting to look up at her.
Their beady black eyes were very close to her own as they spoke. “Patient
now. Enjoy this you must. You are scared and that makes you dry. He hurt you if
you try to go inside you now. You must relax. Rest and enjoy us.”
Sheila could only whimper as these two females
continued to cling onto her chest and smear their naked bodies all over her.
She could feel Nat poking and prodding under her gown. She didn’t know exactly
what he was doing and was getting only more nervously impatient because of it.
Around her in the gloom were more smiling faces lit up by the blue glow of the
mushrooms. Wicked and toothy grins clustered around her, all waiting to see
what happened next, all whispering about how she would react to it.
Nat’s tongue was wet and hot. He did not immediately
begin licking the opening of her womanhood. Instead, he pushed it all around
her pubic mound and sometimes let it slip down to her asshole.
Nat’s tongue was a long and prehensile tool. Sheila
was familiar with his kind’s use of it. Their tongues looked like black spindly
worms that they liked to use to explore strange places on each other’s bodies.
The females, in particular, liked to wind theirs around the male’s dicks like
serpents coiling around a log. Using their tongues instead of hands and fingers
to jerk the males dry; squirting the amazing load into their awaiting toothy
maws.
There was no doubt that Nat could and would snake his
tongue deep inside of her. She had seen that done before. The strength of their
tongues would sometimes cause the little females tummies to bulge as the males
played with their insides. The females thought it fun to chase the lump poking
up from inside her. Giggling, they chased it as a cat does for a finger when it
moves under a blanket or rug.
Sheila had no idea if he could do the same to a human
woman. The anticipation to find out was killing her. All Nat did was tease her
as he licked all around her womanhood; pressing and prodding his tongue against
skin centimeters away from the sensitive parts of her sex. She whimpered and
the two little females giggled, suckled and fondled her breasts they had still
not yet exposed through her nightgown.
Leering eyes all around watched in anticipation, some
stimulating their dicks and pussies as they watched. They were all waiting for
her to react in some exciting and sudden way. Something they wouldn’t have to
wait long for.
“Oh, ah, that’s deep; really deep” Sheila
cried nearly throwing the two females off her as she reached up to grab Nat
under the cover of her nightgown. He had stabbed her with his tongue and it
traveled deeply inside of her. It was an impossible feeling, an illusion of her
nerves. Yet, it seemed like more and more tongue slithered into her. She felt
no pain, only surprise and a sensation that no human tongue could produce. She
writhed against it unsure to call out for him to stop. It was such a new
experience; like a flavor her taste buds had never known. She wasn’t sure if
she liked it or not.
Nat reeled his tongue back into his mouth, scraping
its strange texture back against Sheila’s vaginal walls as he did. Somehow,
this wrung out all the saliva absorbed inside of it. Sheila was now officially
wet, though not from her own juices. This didn’t mean he was done. He continued
to play and lick her for a considerably long time. He teased her some more,
then lanced and swirled his black tongue around her clitoris or weaved it in
and out of her labia. He started to really play upon her pleasure sensors. He
had succeeded in making her wet with his spit, but now he needed here relaxed
and loosened up. A good orgasm or two was the key.
Nat was a monster of sex and lust, thus a master with
his tongue. He knew exactly what he was doing. With him hidden under her gown,
Sheila could only use her imagination to understand just what he was doing down
there. She twisted and turned under the agony of his pleasure. The two girls hugging at her sides tried to
keep her settled, but instead, could only try to prevent themselves from being
bucked off. Sheila’s screams and groans echoed in the cavern, drawing closer
those watching her. Some couldn’t hold back and began to jerk themselves or
their neighbors off with greater intensity. One horny gremlin almost blew his
load all over Sheila and her companions, but another female quickly stopped him
by throwing him down and shoving his spurting cock into her wanting pussy.
Sheila was panting and sweating too much to notice
how close she came to a cum shower. All she could do was whimper and whisper,
“please be gentle.”
Her two female companions were quick to finally do
something more than just suckle and tickle her through the fabric of her
clothes. Their teeth and claws finally set about tearing them off. They peeled
her nightgown off her as if she were a ripe fruit plucked freshly from an
orchard.
“I go slow. I won’t scare you anymore.” Nat
said with his big dick in his tiny paws. “We practice first. Then, when
you like, we play. You will be good at it, you will see.”
Nat eased the tip of his big dick towards Sheila’s
womanhood. She could see he had done a thorough job of making her wet. Her
pussy, pubes, and everything else around her crotch glistened in the gentle
blue glow.
“You rest and don’t worry. I make it fit. We go
slow at first. It will be… ok.” Nat said without his usual mischievous
grin. It the first time Sheila felt earnestly that this creature was actually
concerned and committed to making sure her experience was good. As promised, he
took her slowly, letting her see every action of him inserting his cock into
her womanhood. Every push, every shove, every bulge and pulsing vein she could
clearly see squeeze into her tiny pussy. She thought maybe he was being too
slow and cautious, but this was only because he was having trouble fitting
himself all in her. These little cretins really did have too big of dicks for
their bodies.
“Aaahhh! So tight! You are so tight. I knew you
would be. I knew you would be fun playmate. None the others believed me that
you would be fun. Now they see. Aaahhh, aaaah ya!” Nat cried in triumph,
finally stuffing what he could into Sheila.
Sheila could only blush and whimper in Nat’s triumph.
Indeed, he was a very filling experience, something she would never experience
elsewhere. He did not hurt her in his endeavor. As he began a gentle thrusting
motion, and the heat and pleasure slowly rose through her body, she wondered
why she had been so afraid of them.
…but then she remembered.
“Oh, gonna cum! So tight! So good!” Nat
began to exclaim.
Yes, these little gremlins could cum. The amount of
white flow that they could shoot out in think ropes from their throbbing dicks
defied logic. Their bodies were simply too small to produce that much jizz.
There was no telling what the seed of these things could do inside her human
womb.
“Please don’t! Don’t cum! Especially not inside
me!” Sheila exclaimed in panic while reaching out to grab Nat’s dick from
throbbing inside her.
“Can’t stop. Gonna cum. Must cum. If not in then
on!” Nat said not protesting. He even helped Sheila in pulling out his
dick from her body. As was inevitable, it didn’t stop him from cumming. For the
first time, the gremlins finally got her.
“Aaahh, Aaahhh, I’m cumming!”
little Nat cried.
All Sheila could do was to try and shield
herself from the blast. She raised her arms as rope after pearly rope streamed
across her body. Wide white streaks striped her stomach and outreached arms.
The two little gremlin girls let go of her to stand up and squeal with
excitement. They let the white rain hit them and reveled in it as it glistened
their bodies like frosting on pastries. They also tried, and with some success,
to pull on Sheila’s arms so that the ropes of cum could coat her breasts and spray
her face.
The crowd went wild, and some of those watching her
from all around couldn’t help but begin their own antics of fucking, sucking or
making out. The two girls who had stripped and coddled Sheila cheered. They
then reached over Sheila’s stomach to kiss and lick each other. Nat only sat
there between her legs holding his dripping dick.
Some of his cum had successfully dripped into
Sheila’s mouth. She choked and gagged on it out of reflex. She didn’t want to
admit that had a strong and milky flavor. Her first thought was Irish cream
mixed with a dark rum. Was it possible to get drunk off it, she wondered? If
so, maybe that explained some of the gremlins antics.
“Oh no! What am I doing? … What have I
done?” Sheila said amongst the chaos while sitting up to look upon what
had been wrought upon her body.
Nat looked at her curiously, his head cocked to one
side.
“What? You not have fun? Me sorry, next time we
cum together. You just so tight, I couldn’t help it.”
“What will happen to me?” Sheila cried in
dismay. “That is why I have never wanted to do this. Why I am so scared. I
have bred with monsters, and though you pulled out before you had a chance to
cum inside me, what will become of me now?”
Nat and the others looked at her confusingly, and then
they began to all laugh.
“That it? That why you never play with us
before? We not want to make you prego. We tell you that. We wanted fun. That is
all we ever try to do.”
“You don’t think it is possible? I mean, I still
don’t even know what you are, or where this place is. Maybe you don’t either.
You don’t know. Maybe… maybe, somehow I will turn into one of you because of
this, and I will never be able to go home.”
Nat laughed again and then looked at her with a
resolute smile and said, “No, you fine. You can go home again.”
“And… how do you know?” Sheila said while
wiping spunk from her face. She was almost ready to cry.
“You not first to live in house. We not first,
ah… monsters, to go looking for fun.”
“…What do you mean?” Sheila asked.
Nat only glanced towards the deeper part of the
cavern where the green water lapped at the cave walls. The others turned and
looked with him.
“There is more here, so much more beyond here.
They visit here too, sometimes. No, you not first. You not last. I got to play
with you before they did. It don’t happen that way other times. We first this
time.”
“…Wait, you are saying others, other girls
came here before me, and you played with them too.”
“Not us, them. They went in deeper than this to
play with them. You meet them soon, probably.”
“And then what happens?”
“You play with them.”
Sheila paused to reflect on her situation;
re-examining where she was and what she was doing before asking, “…. Did
these others ever come back?”
Nat looked at her silently. Sheila could see he was
contemplating how to answer. She never could get a straightforward answer from
these cretins.
“Yes. yes, they come back.”
Sheila wasn’t convinced he was telling the full
truth. There was more to this than just games.
“Please, can we have more fun?” Nat
grumbled. “All these questions are no fun.” His dick was already hard
and ready to go again.
Sheila again fell silent. She was already here in
their den; already naked and covered in Nat’s cum. It actually surprised her
that he was so polite about it. Why wasn’t he and the others ravaging her
repeatedly as they always threatened they would?
“Alright, alright, no more questions. I did come
here… to have fun,” Sheila finally said in defeat.
Nat and the others cheered as she repositioned
herself back on the glowing Toadstools where Nat could penetrate her again.
“But please be gentle… and you’re certain I
won’t get pregnant or anything weird from this?” she said as she wiped
some of Nat’s thick cream from her bosom.
“Yes, do not worry.” Nat said hurriedly,
not even looking up at her. He was too busy being excited for his second round
to have further conversation with her.
Sheila realized she would have to play this by ear.
If she wanted to learn more about these monsters, or what other things lurked
in the bowels of her strange new home, she would have to play their games.
“Aaaahh, Aaahh, yes, still tight! You still good
and tight,” Nat cried as he pushed his cock back into Sheila’s womanhood.
The crowd roared from above her, they were more
excited than before. Nevertheless, they refrained from interrupting the two of
them; keeping their games of lust to themselves so that Nat could have her all
to himself. Therefore, they fucked and sucked each other off while cheering
from their luminous bleachers.
Indeed, the feeling of fullness produced by such a
small creature was amazing. Just like before, it made her forget her worries.
If this was all there was to these monsters, nights of shameless pleasure and
playful debauchery, maybe doing this was all right. Nevertheless, something
stuck in her mind as being not right. There was more to this than Nat was
letting on.
It was too late now. If this was a trick, it had
worked. Sheila came down into the basement knowing that it would end this way.
Sheila’s only wished that it wasn’t this much fun or felt this good. Now that
Nat had gotten over his initial excitement of feeling her tight flesh across
his thick cock, he was an awesome fuck. There is something to be said about
having good sex. And though Nat was some devilish little monster with purple
fur and an evil grin, he was the best sex partner anyone could ask for.
Masterfully experienced and with a girthy package, he drove Sheila wild. He
made sure to wipe any fear or doubt about her experience from her mind. He even
kept his word about cumming when she came; though not before making her squirt
a time or two beforehand to make up for his pre-ejaculation. It was no worry,
she had forgotten. When it came time again to release his load, it was she who
grabbed his throbbing dick and prevented him from pulling out.
“No, it’s ok. I think you’ve earned it this
time,” she said. Whatever fear she had was melted away by her experience.
“Besides,” she thought to herself while Nat
pushed himself to his hilt deep inside of her; making the most absurd and cute
noises she had ever heard.
“Besides… if this is what it takes to learn
the truth of this place, or what will happen to me, then this is going to be a
hell of a lot of fun.”
The pressure
of Nat’s cum-load was enormous. Nat couldn’t hold on as the pressure blew him
and his cock off of her. He reeled over backward from the toadstool bed. His
cum spraying like a fountain as he tumbled onto his head like a clown. It was
all as if from the scene of a dirty cartoon.
Covered in cum, her womb full of cum, and cum still
spraying everywhere from Nat’s uncorked cock. Sheila had to revel in the
mystery of where the tiny females must store it in their tiny bodies. They
could take far much more than this in their tiny pussies and never leaked it
out like she was right now.
She panted and laughed in the afterglow. So did Nat
still sitting on his head. The audience joined in with their laughter, many of
which were finishing up their own rounds of orgasmic pleasure of fucking and
sucking.
When they all finished and Sheila was allowed a
moment to sit in quiet contemplation of what had just happened, she said,
“Well, I think I can go again. After all, I don’t think I can get more cum
covered than this.”
But she was wrong. Sheila had just invited the crowd
to cum down. Just as they had always threatened, they ravaged her thoroughly.
Sheila fucked and sucked so many cocks that night, and she had fun doing it
too.
