0 comments/ 10858 views/ 0 favorites Raise By: Goatilocks Being a huge fan of the late, great American artist Bill Ward and his gorgeous girlie art, I decided to pay homage to him by interpreting a few of his suggestive cartoons onto paper. Therefore, the following filth below is what I'd like to imagine occurred before the punchline of the cartoon. For best results, please don't skip to the end! * * * Her fingers slid beneath her silky pink panties, deftly parting her wet slit, and, staring deep into his hazel eyes Heather slowly explored her dripping, hot pussy. How utterly wet she was, her fingers probing, sliding within her slick valley, dipping into her honey pot, swirling her fingertip in the pool of sweetened excitement which oozed there. In heated breaths, her free hand cupped her right breast through her tight, red blouse, feeling the taut nipple harden through the material of her matching pink bra. She moaned softly, and not for the first time did she think herself a horny slut. "You are truly gorgeous, Heather," he said, his eyes feasting upon her from across the room. He sat facing her in an armchair, his legs crossed, dressed in a dark, matching suit and tie minus his jacket. He sipped a brandy, gazing at the masturbating Heather who slouched in the leatherette sofa, her skirt raised above her hips, her stocking legs and high heels spread, revealing her busy fingers. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson," Heather replied, softly. She grazed off her clit, forcing her to moan aloud through closed eyes, swirling the digit across the silky wet button. "Taste your pussy for me," he told her, and obeying willingly Heather brought her pussy-slick fingers to her red lips. She seductively licked them, imagining licking his great, big cock, before drawing two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, tasting her honey. "Describe it for me," he said, passively. After a pause, Heather said, "Like heaven." "And ..?" "Sweet," she replied, sucking her fingers clean. "Sweet and warm ..." "Allow me," he said, getting to his feet, placing the brandy glass down on a table next to the armchair. He approached her, feasting his eyes upon the sprawled Heather, she a picture of utter womanhood; sensuous, sexy, beautiful and very, very fuckable. Nearing her he slowly sunk to his knees, lightly placing his hands on her stocking knees, his fingertips running up the inside of her thighs. Caressing the fabric of her sheer, silk black stockings, grazing softly the creamy smooth tops of her naked thighs, she shuddered at his touch. "Lick me, Mr. Anderson," Heather purred, feeling his fingers tug at her panties, slipping them from under her ass, down over her thighs. He left them dangling from her high heels, a captured flag flying in triumph. Planting soft yet passionate kisses upon her warm inner flesh, he suddenly lashed out with his tongue at Heather's glistening lips. Immediately her body shook, wracked by a jolt of electric pleasure, she feeling his tongue wriggle and worm its way inside her, like a miniature wet cock, drilling its way into her sopping wet puss. "Oh God," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his lavish tongue, it lapping and licking her puffy wet lips, savoring the honey that seemingly pumped from her coozy puss. With one swift movement her clit was scooped into his mouth, he peeling it from behind its velvet curtain, stabbing it, jabbing it, before delicately sucking the slippery nipple. This caused Heather to release a powerful groan, she now clawing the leatherette, twisting her head back and forth like a woman possessed, her voluptuous body afire. As Mr. Anderson sucked on the sleek, wet clit, he introduced his middle finger into her oozing cunt, slowly thrusting back and forth. Heather moaned, her stocking legs squirming together, trapping Mr. Anderson in their grip. He grunted a gurgled response, stepping up his oral attack on her puss, inserting two fingers, frigging the moaning woman, sucking, stabbing her clit that throbbed in his mouth. "Make me cum, Mr. Anderson!" Heather cried out, her painted fingernails reaching down to claw his shaved head, grasping him into her. She felt his nose lodged within her dripping flesh, felt his two cheeks pressed against her tensing thighs, and most of all, felt his lips suck upon her clit, his tongue drumming it rhythmically, and her imminent orgasm rapidly approach. "Fuck yes, oh fuck, yes!" she cried, her climax ripping through her, igniting her body, sending her over the edge in an earth-shattering orgy of pleasure. Her face flushed, tears welled in her eyes as her orgasm overwhelmed her, and all the while his tongue lapped and licked at her pulsating puss. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson," she purred dreamily, watching him stretch on his knees, his mouth and lips glistening with her honey. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" "Now that you mention it," he said, reaching for her hands and helping her to her feet. His hand cupped her buttocks as her skirt creased in his grip, he then pulling it down her stocking thighs. "I have an urge to fuck you in the ass," he told her, matter-of-factly. "My pleasure," she replied, saucily, her hands reaching for his erection which hardened to her playing fingers. "Would you like me to suck your cock first?" "That would be nice," he said, as Heather stepped out of her skirt which had fallen around her ankles. She kicked her panties to one side too, leaving her standing before him in just her blouse, stockings and high heels. "Allow me," he said, taking hold of each side of her blouse and, without warning, ripped it apart, buttons popping and flying in every direction. The material had torn, he now sliding it from her shoulders down her arms, revealing her matching pink bra. "I love a man who knows what he wants," she said, as he reached for her breasts and uncapped them over her bra. Her nipples were hardened and rubber-like, they peeking over the edges of the lacy material, he pinching them between his fingers. Once he released her globular breasts Heather sunk to her knees, feeling incredibly sexy and ravenous for cock. Coming face to face with the erection that pressed through the material of his pants she licked her lips, eager to feel his cock in her mouth. Her fingers gently ran over his impressive bulge, squeezing him, kneading the throbbing lump of man-meat before she tugged his zipper, her will now impatient. Reaching inside, she felt him hiding behind his briefs, and fingering under grasped the hot, rigid flesh, and carefully pulled him from the restraining hiding place of his pants. "Mr. Anderson!" Heather cooed, shafting the enormous, circumcised prick in her hand. "What a very big cock you have!" Bending her head forward, Heather drew the iron-hard erection into her mouth, using her tongue as a soft pillow, wrapping her lips tightly around his fiery shaft. He tasted gorgeous; his big cock pulsated graciously in her mouth as her saliva soaked the thick man-meat. Drawing him from her mouth Heather gripped the shaft and ran her tongue across the bulbous knob before kissing the purple tip, once more sucking upon him. "That's it, Heather," he wheezed, thrusting gently, she allowing him to fuck her mouth, she then taking over, fucking him as she bobbed her head back and forth, her red lips slurping his fat flesh, pools of pre-cum oozing from his tip onto her waiting tongue. "Fuck my mouth!" she gasped, he thrusting forward again, almost bashing off the back of her throat as she gagged and choked upon him. She felt his hands in her hair, gripping her tightly, pulling her towards him, her mouth stuffed with swollen cock. He felt so hot, so fucking hard. She wondered what it would be like to have him spurt his cum into the back of her throat. "Goddamn ...!" he groaned, taking him in hand and slapping his purple dome off her exposed tongue. She wrestled with his cock, successfully drawing him into her mouth once more, increasing her attack with her mouth. This time she held fast, sucking greedily, hard, her hand gripping the base of his erection and pulling frantically upon him, determined not to let him escape. She swallowed him whole, choking on his knob, her cheeks puffed, she gasping for air until she was forced to spit him out. His cock sprung from her lips with slivers of saliva. "Your ass," he reminded her, helping her to her feet. They kissed, he sucking on her tongue, his hand clasping her ass. She smiled as she broke away from him, slowly turning round, kneeling on the couch, presenting her ass. He, meanwhile, quickly stepped out of his pants and briefs, and as he unbuttoned his shirt he rubbed his great erection off her buttocks, smearing pre-cum along her smooth, firm flesh. "A little lubricant first," he said, positioning his bulbous knob to her pussy lips, letting her back into him. He aided her by thrusting a little, before burying himself to the hilt, feeling the hot, wet grip of her cunt around his rigid member. Letting Heather slide her puss back and forth on his cock, he stood motionless as she fucked him, his slick cock disappearing in and out of her tight puss. "Oh yes, Mr. Anderson," she purred delightfully, "your cock is so fucking big!" Taking hold of her hips, he thrust into the horny Heather, unable to remain still. His cock now plummeted into her, his pelvis a blur, fucking the moaning Heather with long, hard strokes. She gasped and cried out, lost to sexual abandon, one of her hands reaching under her legs between her thighs, fingering her engorged clit. "Don't stop!" Heather groaned, "Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!" His balls slapping against her ass Mr. Anderson pounded his cock into the slippery, tight pussy of Heather, fucking this horny slut for all he was worth. His hands slapped her buttocks, causing her to squeal, he swirling his erection within her, grinding it over her clit. He could feel her fingers desperately searching for his swinging balls. "Fuck my ass!" she pleaded with him, her body shaking from the violent fucking he gave her. "I want to feel your cock in my ass!" Reluctantly withdrawing from the gorgeously snug nest of her honey-dripping pussy, Mr. Anderson presented his mushroomed shaped knob to the pert brown rose of Heather's asshole, and pressed home. She let out a cry but he carried on regardless, centimeter by centimeter of his glistening prick sliding into the elastic-tight mouth of her anus. "Oh yeah, baby," he grumbled, taking hold her hips, feeling her asshole grip his pulsating cock. He withdrew slightly, before pressing forward once more, more and more of his thick cock penetrating her delicate little asshole. Heather, meantime, had fallen face-first into the cushions of the leatherette, her ass raised and now pounded by the big-pricked Mr. Anderson. Her fingernails tore at the coverings, her mouth dribbled saliva as her teeth bit down hard on the seam of a cushion. All she could feel and imagine was his cock fucking her asshole, his open palms slapping her exposed cheeks, leaving a burning sensation where they hit her, and hear him grunting and bellowing like an animal behind her. She could feel his cock swell within her, feel his heavy balls slam into her raised ass, feel the awesome power of his hips thrusting mercilessly into her. Her whole being was consumed by cock; she was dominated, treated as a fuck-thing, a common gutter-whore. Heather was powerless to stop him yet wouldn't even if she could. With her fingers rubbing her poor, sensitive clit, feeling her honey drip in pools from her open slit Heather came again, moaning into the couch, feeling him grip her pink bra strap and draw her upwards, her breasts lifting as he did so. She could feel his cock swell within her, and from his quickening pants she knew he was going to cum. Where once his cock was, now he was gone, a strange sensation, to be sure. She could hear him grunting and growling behind her, she picturing him pulling on his big, sticky shaft before she saw him. As Heather turned round and sat on the edge of the couch, she saw him standing over her, pulling on his beautiful man-meat. He was going to cum, oh yes, and his cum was hers. "Lemme cum on your titties," he panted, stepping into her. Heather pressed her round breasts together between her arms, the pressure forcing her cleavage to swell before him. She tweaked her nipples, and waited for the creamy deluge to come. "Yes, Mr. Anderson," Heather cooed, as her gentleman caller gritted his teeth through closed eyes, his climax almost upon him, "cum on my tits, oh yeah, let me feel you spurt your hot load on my – " She never got to finish the rest of the sentence. Without warning Mr. Anderson exploded, splattering her swollen breasts with three, four powerful blasts of thick, hot cum, hitting her cleavage with savage force. His orgasm rolled down the smooth valley, pooling between her breasts, coming to a sticky halt near the boarder of her bra. She could smell the saltiness of his orgasm, and for a brief second was disappointed he didn't cum in her mouth. She longed to taste him, but figured that after this, there'd definitely be a next time. "Fuck, oh fuck, Heather," he gasped, she letting her breasts pop free, they glistening with semen as she reached for his spent prick, sucking him into her mouth to lap at the dribbling cum which oozed there. Creamy and salty, she decided, and a man who took charge of his diet – Then, without warning, she heard the front door open, and someone stepping inside. Her husband? Her husband! What the fuck was he doing home so early? Rendered powerless, unable to move, staring up into Mr. Anderson's bleary hazel eyes, she heard her husband remove his coat before calling her from the hallway. "Guess what, honey, for some unexplained reason, Mr. Anderson gave me a raise today – " Heather's husband walked into his living room to see his wife, half naked, sitting on the couch with Mr. Anderson standing over her, his cock in her mouth, his cum clearly shining on her breasts, they both looking at him guiltily and red faced. "Er, hi boss ..." was all he could muster to say ... Raise the Dead It was a night that she wouldn't forget as she walked into the old cemetery. She looked at the old headstones and grinned as she picked out one for her spell. She walked over and stood on it as she looked at the name, thunder rolled in the distance. Alicia was about to try her dead rising spell. She sat on her knees and drew the pentagram in the dirt. She lit candles and placed them accordingly on the circle. She sat back and held the spell book in front of her as the wind began to blow and the storm came closer. "Here we sit, dead and buried, rise again, be merry, you dead soul and body, breath and live again!" She said loudly as the ground shook. Alicia stood up and stepped back as the ground opened and the coffin opened. Her eyes widened as she smiled at the sight of the body climbing out. She had a spell that worked! She watched the dead man stand up as he starred at her. He looked at her cleavage and tight jean shorts and decided to get her. He went towards the sexy witch as she watched and stepped back. He reached out towards her as she kept stepping back until her ass hit another headstone and she looked back. She looked up as he grabbed her tit and squeezed. She struggled as his other hand reached down and grabbed her crotch. Her spell had risen a horny one as he rubbed her crotch and squeezed her fir tit. She knew not to go alone, but did anyways and now he had her getting wet! "Stop! NO!" Alicia said as he ripped her top and bra away letting her C cups out. "NO!" She cried seeing her tits exposed. He smiled and continued to fondle her nice tit and he sucked the other one. She felt his hand unzip her shorts and rub her thong. Alicia was in trouble as he pinched her nipple and sucked the other one. His fingers were hitting her spot and she was getting wetter and wetter. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth letting out a silent moan as his fingers ripped through the wet thong and violated her tight body. Her legs opened up as he began to take her over with the sucking and fingering. Alicia's body betrayed her mind as he got her off. "OH...OH...YES!" She said getting off again. The zombies cock was hard and erect as she willingly dropped her shorts. He spun her around and bent her over the headstone. Her legs were spread and her thong was torn away exposing her soaked pussy. He smiled as he slid the tip into her and then rammed the rest into her making her moan. He smacked her firm ass cheek as he held her hips and thrust himself deep into her warm body. Alicia's body was his as he began his assault upon her tightness. "See, this is why you don't dabble alone, witch!" He said slamming his cock into her deeper and harder making her moan and cum. "You are now my slave!" He said pulling her short, brown hair as she tightened her pussy lips around his cock, she loved having her hair pulled. "Oh my!" He said feeling the tightening. He slid in and out of her fast, deep and hard. Alicia had never had such rough, full filling sex, she was loving it! The zombie lover was enjoying every moment of his attack upon her as her mind was his toy. Alicia had become submissive to him as he broke her fast and easy. She never expected to be fucked by a zombie, which she had brought to life! It was happening to her now! He grunted and moaned as he thrust deep into her tight body. She got off again and again as her attackers cock hit parts no one had hit for a long time. The sexy witch was getting pounded by the horny zombie and was loving it! Her body had won and her thoughts were over rode with pleasure from the cock that had invaded her body. He had a hand on her firm tit as he fucked her and her tits swayed with the rhythm of the rough sex. He pulled her hair with the other one as she moaned and her cum flowed again. She was his sex toy for the moment as her body accepted the dead cock. Alicia knew in the back of her mind this zombie would kill her after the sex, if she didn't get any help. A car parked beside hers and the woman got out. It was her friend, the only one who knew where she was going. She looked around as she felt something was wrong. She walked into the old cemetery as the breeze blew around her. She was one of Alicia's student witches. Megan was the top of the class and a sexy woman. She walked towards the back of the cemetery and looked for her teacher as she listened. She heard moaning and groaning. She walked towards the sounds as she scanned the area for anything unusual. Megan was 24, a calendar model, brown hair and sexy. She had a great rack and a nice little ass on her. Her tight jeans and tee shirt clung showing her body off, she liked to be noticed everywhere she went. She was unaware of the zombie fucking Alicia and didn't know the spell to stop him. She walked up and found Alicia bent over the headstone. She was naked and unconscious, cum dripped out of her body. She ran over to her and made sure she was alive. He crept up behind Megan as she pulled out her cell phone. She called for an ambulance as he grabbed her from behind. She dropped her cell phone as his hand gripped her tit and squeezed. She screamed as the other one grabbed her crotch and rubbed hard. Megan struggled as her zipper opened and his fingers rubbed her panties. "NO! STOP!" She screamed as his fingers were through her thin panties and into her pussy, he was fingering her! "Alicia!" She cried for her teacher. Her tee shirt was torn open showing her bare chest. He smiled at the sight of her bare tits and teased her hard nipples. He kissed her neck and licked it as his fingers got her wet. Megan couldn't get away from his grip as her body began to turn on to the foreplay. She reached back and tried to hit him, but couldn't. He laughed and pulled his sticky fingers out of her. He ripped her jeans off her and then her panties, Megan was in a bad situation as he shoved her to the ground. She landed on all fours as he grabbed her hips and slipped his cock into her. She cried for him to stop as he reached up and pulled her hair as he began to fuck her. He grunted as he shoved deep into her tight body. He was fucking her better than her own boyfriend had! She felt his large cock deep inside her body as she felt her body betraying her. He was pounding the hell out of her nice body as her juices started to flow, a smile came across her face, and she was turning on big time. Alicia was coming around as Megan was getting violated. She fell off the headstone and sat up. She was looking at the scene in front of her, her student getting fucked by the zombie. She hid and grabbed her spell book, she was looking for a spell to kill it. As she looked, she listened to Megan's moans and squeals. She knew Megan wouldn't make it, he would surely kill her and then Alicia. Megan's tits swayed with the fucking motion as he had his way with the calendar girl. He was loving the sex from her and her teacher. He smacked her firm ass cheek making her moan and get off. He laughed feeling her warm fluid on his cock. Her pussy was getting it deeper and rougher than ever! He was building up to his orgasm as she was getting off over and over. "This is it bitch!" He said going harder and faster as she was already flowing with cum. Alicia looked as her student got filled up with the rotten cum from the zombie. She looked at the book for answers. Megan smiled as she felt the rush of his cum into her warm body, it was cold on her insides. He kissed her neck and felt her tit as she got weak. He pulled out and rolled her to her back. She looked up at him as opened her legs inviting him back inside her. He smiled and lowered himself onto her. He was back inside her as her legs were up and wrapped around him. Megan wanted more of his rough sex! He was fucking her as he kissed her neck and licked it. He liked the way she tasted and smiled as she got off again. Her pussy lips were tight around his cock as he humped her. He couldn't resist the urge as he bared his teeth and moved to her tit. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple as she moaned. He then decided to taste her tit. He kissed her firm tit and then took a bite of her tit. She screamed as he ate her tit and kept fucking her. She couldn't get away as her blood covered her flat belly and his face as he kept going into her chest. He munched his way through her rib cage and found her beating heart, Alicia stood up and watched in terror as Megan was fucked and ate at the same time. Megan was limp and gone before she could stop him. He finished up and stood up looking at the dead model. He laughed and turned as Alicia ran up with her dagger. She tackled him to the ground as she stuck the knife in him over and over. She fought him as he smiled at her naked body, he knew how to stop her. She felt his hands on her hips and realized what he had planned as he shoved her backwards. She felt the cock slide into her still wet pussy. Her eyes closed as her body accepted the cock again. He smiled as his attacker began to ride him. She was riding him like a cowgirl would a bucking horse! Her tits bounced up and down as she couldn't stop herself! Alicia was still fucking him as she pulled the knife out and held it as she kept riding him. She was enjoying the sex but still had to kill him. She got off as he held her hips down to his lap. HE smiled feeling her pussy lips tighten and loosen as he pumped her full of his cum again. She fell to his chest as her hips couldn't stop bucking. He grinned as her pussy got wet again, it was almost non stop. Alicia made her move and stabbed him in the forehead. He jerked and twitched as his cock grew bigger and went deeper making her scream. He was dead but the cock continued to fuck her! Alicia got off again as it filled her womb full! She felt it retreat after it got off and she rolled off and onto her back. She got up and ran to her book. She gathered her stuff and ran to her car. She sped away, leaving the cemetery. Raise Your Glowstix Helen let the smoke fill her lungs once more. Holding it, she savored the feelings flowing through her body. As she exhaled, she felt the weed take control over her entire being. She stripped, and let the music, a thundering hard trance track she'd downloaded just today... fuel her body. Glowsticks in hand, she began moving. The dildo in her cunt drove her to new heights of lust, and its pink glow within the blacklight was mesmerizing. She looked up to her roommate. The thick cloud of smoke made her smile. Debbie was a lightweight. One good hit of shitty weed was enough to send her into dreamland. This was KB drenched in hash oil... her roommate's best. She'd lost her anal cherry for this shit. Debbie felt the hit destroy all logic, and dimly wondered why she'd smoked ten times as much as normal. Keeping focus was nothing short of tiresome. She was, for the first time in her life, truly obliterated. Even when she'd passed out before, she was only high. Not only was she high, but she was also desperately horny. She watched as her roommate stripped, never once letting go of the glowsticks. Once nude, she reached over and put the double-headed dildo into her cunt. It almost looked as if she wasn't really aware she was doing it... or that she was soaking wet. With that thought, Debbie realized how wet SHE was at that moment. She smiled, and ran a finger over her clit. Power. She'd heard the word before, but never really gave any thought to its meaning. The instant her finger hit her clit, all she could think about was power. The power of the feeling was greater than ANY AND ALL orgasms she'd ever known in her twenty-three years of living. And she was nowhere near cumming. THAT... is power. She had to have something in her cunt when she came. Something like the other end of that glowing dildo. Her mouth was dry. Maybe Helen's tit would have some moisture on them. She rose from the sofa, stripped, then lay on Helen's bed. "Fuck me, Helen," Debbie bellowed calmly. She spread her legs wide and waited for her slightly overweight, outrageously fucking cute roommate to fuck her senseless. Helen heard the words and was moving towards her roommate even before she knew what was going to happen. The bass from the trance. It's thundering rhythm. The killer weed. She was obliterated. And she was about to fuck her roommate. Helen drooled at the reality before her. She was going to fuck her Japanese roommate!!! She felt her cunt twitch as if it were cumming. Which she was... and this bothered her. She was CONSTANTLY CUMMING. Or maybe it was like a drooling dog. Whatever the case, she also knew that she hadn't CUM. This was little more than the warning cry before the final, decisive battle of a very intense war. She was almost afraid to cum. Almost. The song entered a wind-up. Both women tried to calm themselves, knowing the music instinctively. Debbie grabbed the exposed end of Helen's dildo and rubber the tip over her clit, timing her movements with the thumping bass. Helen began working her glowsticks. Music and sex were one. And she was rising higher and higher, passing several layers of realities. When the wind up exploded, Debbie rammed her cunt fill of latex dildo. Helen jammed down onto her end as well, her focus totally blurred by her whirling glowsticks. Their timing was perfect. Their thrusts were straight and true. The instant the windup exploded, both cunts TOTALLY engulfed the dildo, smacking their lips together in a wet, sloppy, and highly erotic kiss. With clits playing the parts of tongues... rolling around each other in a lewd dance of lust. Consequently, like any good afterthought, they came. Both women screamed. Both knew true orgasmic bliss at that moment. Yet even as they experienced the moment they were both detached from it as well. And they knew that the other was feeling the exact same thing. A universal togetherness. Unity on a plane they knew was well beyond their years in the future. A place they would visit often. And visit together. Debbie noticed that Helen could squirt her thick cum from her cunt; the liquid bathed her bald mound and matted the soft down on Helen's cunt. Helen wondered how intense this would have been had she had something up her ass. And with that thought, she knew that this was by no means the pinnacle of pleasure that awaited her and Debbie. Another song came on, this time pounding away at 160 beats per minute. Debbie saw Helen inside her mind; her own eyes were too clouded with information overflow to be trusted now. "Wanna take another hit?" "Sure." Helen remembered the other lyrics to her favorite trance tune. 'Cause tonight, we're all getting high.' And laid.