2 comments/ 87288 views/ 19 favorites Cuckoo By: testudo As the ship settled smoothly into the clearing in the woods, its' single passenger made the final preparations to put the drive into standby. The pilot's name was largely unpronounceable by the natives of this planet, so it chose to call itself Cuckoo for the length of its stay. Not that it anticipated a great deal of communication with the planet's inhabitants. During his descent, Cuckoo's scanners had selected a landing site near a settlement with an ideal number of candidates in the appropriate age range, and with a thin enough population to offer minimal resistance. He only planned on utilizing five or six of the natives during this visit, but if things went well, this planet would be a fantastic find; a lucrative breeding ground for years to come. With one last check of his ship's stealth field, Cuckoo put his weapons and tools in the pockets of his replicated native garb and strode towards the nearest house. Elise's mood was a mixture of nervous and excited. Her preparations for the party were complete, and everything was in place. There was enough food and soda to sustain the party long into the night. Not that the occasion was particularly important, just a few friends coming over to watch as many episodes of Lost as they could before passing out from exhaustion, but Elise prided herself on being the center of her small but tight knit social network, and she took her duties as hostess very seriously. The doorbell rang, and Elise gave a little jump. It was still early, and her friends weren't supposed to arrive for another 15 minutes. Elise went to the door and opened it. The person standing in front of her was not one of her friends; she had never seen him before. He was of average height and looked about her age, with deep black hair and green eyes. The evening light was dim, but she could have sworn even his skin had a slight greenish cast. Confused, she asked "can I help you?" The stranger smiled, and Elise's confusion suddenly turned to panic. The man standing at her door did not have normal teeth. They were nowhere near normal teeth. They were too long and too sharp. They reminded her of shark's teeth. Before she could react, the stranger was on her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She opened her mouth to scream, and at that moment the stranger kissed her. Elise tried to struggle against him, but he was very strong. Her mouth began to tingle, and gradually her face began to feel hot and she got light headed. Her struggles began to weaken as the lightness traveled down her chest. Her nipples felt stiff, and even the soft padding of her bra pressing against them sent pleasure coursing through her large breasts. When the heat reached her groin, she felt herself winding tight, felt the heat and wetness begin to build between her legs. After what felt like an eternity, the kiss was broken. The stranger pulled back and regarded her face. Elise looked back, fear and arousal playing across her eyes. She knew she should be running, doing anything to get away, but her arousal was accompanied by a strange passivity, and besides... Elise had never been with a man. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she had a nice face and a great figure, she was just shy and a little uptight. Her first boyfriend broke her heart before they could get serious, and Elise was still recovering. The man at her door had tapped into something that had been hidden away for too long, and Elise wanted more. The man stepped more fully into the house and closed the door behind him, locking it. He took Elise by the hand, led her into the family room and set her against the wall. He got down on one knee, deftly unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and began pulling the pants down her thighs. When they were bunched around her ankles, Elise put a hand on his head and weakly pushed him away. Her own head was beginning to clear a little, and she was trying to resist. The stranger looked up at her face for a minute, and began to kiss her thighs, right up the line of her panties. The kisses left tingles on her skin and the heat in her groin reached new heights. Elise gave a low moan as the arousal overwhelmed her again. Satisfied, the man roughly pulled down her panties and stood to face her. He unbuttoned his own pants and moved in close. She could feel his breath on her face, and it smelled like cinnamon. He used a knee to gently guide her legs apart, until they were spread wide, and then pressed his open crotch against hers. She felt something tickling against her leg, moving of its own accord. When it found her opening it began to slide in. It felt incredibly good as it filled her; it made her feel complete in a way she had never known, and she gave a series of gasps as he pressed deeper and deeper into her. Finally he stopped and looked into her eyes with a shark toothed grin. She was breathing hard, almost gasping, but he remained calm as he looked into her arousal-lit eyes. He wiggled his hips a few times to settle in, then he made a series of gasps, almost moans, and bucked against her, thrusting deeper. Elise gave a series of tiny cries in response. She felt the thing between her legs spasming, pumping... something into her. After seven or eight of these thrust/moans, the stranger pulled out, looking immensely satisfied. Elise gave a cry of discomfort as the wonderful full feeling was replaced by a cold emptiness, though the unpleasant feeling quickly faded. She began to slide down the wall, mentally exhausted. The stranger grabbed her by the waist and supported her as he carried her to the couch. He placed her on the couch, where she sat, slumped, with her legs spread apart. At that moment there was a knock on the door. The stranger looked up, puzzled, and then went to see who it was. Elise lay on the couch, still aroused and passive, thoughts whirling as she tried to make sense of the last 5 minutes. Suddenly a spasm shook her, an electric shock of pleasure started in her groin and traveled up her whole body. She gave cry of pleasure and her legs kicked out as it coursed through her. When it had passed, she looked down at her belly, it had swollen out slightly, just one or two inches, above the hair of her groin. ... Lisa knocked on the door. It had been a long day at work, and she was looking forward to kicking back and zoning out in front of the tv with her friends. Morgan, her boyfriend, stood next to her, just as eager to get inside. The door opened, but instead of Elise, it was someone she had never seen before. Morgan, just as confused, asked "hey man, do I know you?" Moving fast, the stranger grabbed Lisa close and pulled her toward him, spinning her around and clamping a hand over her mouth. As she struggled against his iron grip, he pulled something from his pocket with his other hand and pointed it at Morgan, who was still too stunned to react. There was a red flash, and Morgan simply vanished, disintegrating rapidly into dust. The stranger kicked the door closed with his foot. Lisa tried to scream, but little sound escaped through the stranger's hand, and her blows against his chest had no effect. He bent down and kissed her neck. She felt heat emanating from the kisses, reaching up to her head, and her struggles died off. The heat traveled down her neck, to her pert breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen and her pulse quicken. Her screams changed to moans of pleasure. As the heat reached her groin, she felt desire building within her. Lisa had always been satisfied with Morgan's attentions, but this was a desire she had never felt before. Without really thinking about it, Lisa responded to the man's gentle proddings as he moved her to the family room. Elise was on the couch, pantless, her belly slightly swollen. "Lisa, get out of h..." Elise's warning turned into a moan as a spasm took her, her back arched and her moan continued as her stomach swelled out, growing as Lisa watched. When the spasm had passed, Elise's belly had swollen out to about eight inches Lisa, still in an aroused trance, could do nothing as the stranger reached around her waist and unbuttoned her pants. Getting on one knee, he pulled them down to her ankles, he briefly ran a finger over the butterfly above her cleft. Then he grabbed the elastic of her panties, and with a twist tore them off. Lisa gave a cry as her underwear was pulled off, leaving her bare to the waist. The man stood up and pushed her head down toward the arm of the couch, with her ass facing the man. The man quickly unzipped his own pants. The he reached between Lisa's legs, and lightly brushed her clit. Lisa's reaction was automatic, she gave another cry, arched her back, and bent her knees, spreading her opening to the man. The man slowly pressed his crotch into Lisa's ass. She felt something moving against her flanks; it seemed to move on its' own accord, almost like a worm. It tickled her thighs until it found her opening, which was moist and wet from her arousal, and slowly began to slide in. Lisa gave a low moan as it entered her, filling her in a way Morgan never could. She could feel the man grinding into her ass, wiggling a little to get as deep as he could. The man put his hands on her wide hips, running his hands up and down her sides. Then he grunted and thrust. She cried out loudly as she felt what was inside her spasming, releasing fluid into her. After seven or eight of these grunting thrusts, the man stilled and finally pulled out of her. Lisa was about to collapse, but the stranger put an arm around her waist and held her up, flipping her onto the couch next to Elise. "Oh God Elise, what's going on?" "I- I don't know, he just came in the front door and he..." "Can you move?" "No, I keep trying, but its too hard, and I feel so good." Just then she felt a tightening in her groin, as an electric shock traveled up her body. It felt like someone was rubbing her clit vigorously. She arched and twisted as the energy coursed through her. She looked down at her stomach and saw it swell out, pushing out slowly until she had a five inch swell to her belly. As soon as Lisa's spurt had passed, another took Elise. "OOOoooohhhh" she screamed as her belly swelled out. As Lisa watched, Elise's belly button was slowly pushed out by the growth of what was inside her. This growing burst had been the strongest one yet, Lisa thought she looked at least six months along now. Cuckoo marveled at his luck thus far. By coincidence, he had picked a residence in which the perfect number of native females had gathered, arriving at regular intervals. He did not understand the purpose of this gathering, but it eliminated the need to travel to other residences in search of mate/prey. Furthermore, the native inhabitants were extremely attractive, despite their rather drab coloration. And they seemed fertile, the mate/prey fertilized for production was growing rapidly. Cuckoo was looking forward to sampling the resulting offspring/sustenance. Then there was another knock on the door. Cuckoo went to the door. Peering through the keyhole, he saw a third female had come to the door. Cuckoo was delighted; with this third female, he had almost reached his quota for this scouting mission. Cuckoo opened the door. The native female was tall and thin, with lighter colored hair than the other natives. Her grabbed her a pulled her into is embrace, and enjoyed the pleasant tingling as his pheromone saliva was passed to the female, leaving her aroused and passive, he led her by the hand into the living room, where the second mate/prey was in the throes of another growing phase. She was moaning on the couch, her belly rapidly swelling out to at least a foot. The first mate prey he had fertilized looked like she would be ready for labor at any moment, and the second would be ready for after a few more growing phases. Turning his attentions back to the new mate/prey, he pushed her against the wall and grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it above her waist. He smiled when he saw she wore no underwear, wondering if it was significant. Keeping the hem of her dress pulled up, he unbuttoned his pants one handed, and pressed himself against her. He felt his organ instinctively seek out the warmth and moisture of her opening. Finding it, he pressed inside her. The female gave a series of gasps as he pressed deeper and deeper into her. After a minute he was firmly inside of her. Her warmth and wetness began to stimulate him, and he felt his groin tightening as an orgasm built. After a minute, he came in her. He felt the distinct tingling of his organ spurting into her, and each spurt sent a wave of pleasure through him, making him grunt and thrust. The female was also crying out as he came, her eyes wide. After the waves of his orgasm had passed, he pulled out of her, and she gave a small cry of disappointment. He picked up the now fertilized female and set her down on the other side of the first. He turned his attention to the initial mate/prey. Her belly was swollen out to two feet, spilling over her lap. Her labor would no doubt begin soon. ... "Oh my God, that felt so good. What is he doing to us?" asked Alice, who had just been set on the couch next to Elise "I don't know, I know I should be scared, but its so wonderful, I just can't..." Just then Elise felt her stomach flutter as what was in her shifted. She saw her belly shift down, as she felt what was inside her move into her birth canal. She felt warmth between her legs, and when she looked down a green fluid was spurting out between them. "Something's happening, something new." "I'm right here, I got you." Elise felt Alice take her hand and give it a squeeze. A spasm started low in Elise's stomach, and she felt the pressure moved up from her groin into her belly. She thought it should have hurt, but instead it felt great, kind of like when the stranger first kissed her, but much more intense. Elise squeezed Lisa's hand. "Oh my god. I think I'm gonna come!" was all she could say. The waves of pleasure became a contiguous buzz, and she suddenly felt a tremendous urge to push. "You're okay, I've got you." Said Alice, but just then as her first spasm took her, and she cried out in pleasure as he belly swelled out, straining her dress. At the same time, Elise began to push, and as her muscles contracted, at long last, an orgasm took her. It raced like fire from her groin, filling her breasts and tightening her nipples to dark puckers. It flushed her skin and filled her head with heat and lust and ecstasy. Elise, who had always been a quiet girl, screamed long and full throated as she pushed down hard, contracting all of the muscles in her belly and groin. She felt her opening stretch as she pushed out what was inside her. She couldn't see it as it fell to the floor. When it was over, she looked down at her belly, which had only been reduced a few inches. She felt movement within her as another of... whatever it was, moved into her birth canal. Elise looked over to the stranger. The heat and pleasure was still coursing through her, but the overwhelming ecstasy had subsided as her body prepared for birth again. To her right Lisa was giving a short series of cries, arching her back and almost leaving the couch, as her belly swelled out to more to as big as Elise's. To her Alice against was screaming as the front of her dress tore open from the pressure of her growing belly. The man walked over to Elise and reached down to pick up what she had birthed. It was an egg. At least, it was the shape of an egg. It was about the size of two fists, and was a deep green. It looked almost gelatinous. The stranger sniffed it, gave it a tentative lick, and began to eat it. The look on his face was almost as delighted as when he had been inside Elise and her friends. Then Elise felt the urge to push return, as strong as before, and the heat began to build all across her body. Giving in, she began to push again, screaming in renewed ecstasy, as another fierce orgasm rocked her body, and her opening stretched around another egg. Through the heat haze of her orgasm, she heard a knock on the door. Cuckoo was returning to his ship, trailed by a servant robot carrying a portion of his offspring/sustenance. This trip had been lucky beyond measure. By coincidence, he had picked a residence in which the perfect number of native females had gathered, arriving at regular intervals. He did not understand the purpose of this gathering, but it eliminated the need to travel to other residences in search of mate/prey. Only two of the females had been accompanied by mates, and they had been easy to vaporize with his sidearm. Even without this luck, the planet was a treasure. The native inhabitants were extremely attractive, despite their rather drab coloration. They were very fertile, and produced delicious offspring/sustenance. He would have to relate this find to his father/lord; the planet was ideal for large scale utilization. If they could keep its location secret from the other Gene Houses, they could make a fortune in the food and slave market and have a high quality source of offspring for years to come. Setting course for home, Cuckoo smiled his shark toothed grin as he contemplated the future. Cuckoo Calling A misunderstood group gathered under the protection of the forest. Shaken from being chased away by the townspeople who didn't understand them or their customs. A simple nomadic style tribe branded as witches and heathens by the ignorant masses. Gathered around they looked at the groups elder for guidance. "So they have cast us aside. So be it." The leader stated. "Well we came in peace and they repay us like this." He looked intently at the faces of his followers, now few in number "Well if our kind is to survive we need to find a way to live and breed, our numbers are few." As they pondered the problem the old witch approached him "We will become like the cuckoo." "What?" The leader replied. "We will plant our seeds into the towns women they will raise our children for us and then with this calling spell, they will return to us when they are fully grown." The leader nodded his approval the perfect revenge he thought. "I will select the most virile males for the task, then enhance his capabilities with my fertility spell." "Go on then what? How do they get a mate?" The leader asked. "Oh that part is easy, by force if necessary but I feel a needy woman will succumb willingly if enough persuasion is applied." She laughed as she waved her wand in the air. "Every eighteen years the cuckoo's will return via this spell to seed the next generation." She waved the wand again, the air crackled like lightning the deed was done. From that point on every eighteen years a random town reported the odd disappearance of a young eighteen year old male. Zara Carter sat forlornly staring at the indicator on the pregnancy test kit and sighed. Another months planning gone with expensive medical treatments and still nothing. Shaken from her funk by her husband knocking on the door "Are you alright love? You have been in there ages." "No I'm not alright Alan all our friends have their families but we are getting nowhere." She sobbed as she unlocked the door to the bathroom. "Come here love." He said putting his arms around her to comfort her she sobbed into his shoulder making his shirt wet. "We just have to be patient." He softly said. "Oh Alan that treatment we had has emptied our account and we can't afford another go." "Its ok love we will keep trying it will happen for us I know it will." Alan was doing his best to cheer her up but it was getting harder with every passing month. He sensed that there will be another blazing row about it when he came home from work and it wasn't the right time to confess that he had an extremely low sperm count problem. After Zara had calmed herself down and her husband had left, she checked their bank accounts. The hard facts stared her in the face they really didn't have anything left for another round of treatment. Depressed she headed out for a walk. Zara walked aimlessly and soon found a bench overlooking the sea. As she sat with her head in her hands an old woman approached her. "What irks you child?" She asked with a look of concern etched on her wrinkled face. Zara looked up from her day dream brushing her ginger hair out of her face as her eyes focused on the kindly old lady in front of her. "I'm Ok thank-you." Zara replied unconvincingly. "Tell me child I can help you." The old lady encouraged. Not really wanting to tell this old stranger their fertility problems in her distressed state Zara unexpectedly ended up blurting it out surprising herself. "Now child I can help you if you wish me to" Zara's mind whirled 'there is no way on earth this kindly stranger could help. If the finest medical treatment money can buy doesn't work there is nothing this old lady can do'. She replied "No I don't think you can, but thanks for your concern." The old lady pressed some dried flowers into her hand "Bless you child if you change your mind come and find me I can help you." And then she departed leaving the pretty redhead confused on the bench. All the way home she mused upon her encounter with the strange old lady. Arriving at her house she realised she still had the flowers in her hand. Gazing at them she thought they were oddly attractive and popped them into a vase. For some bizarre reason the only place they would fit was her bedroom dresser. A couple of days had passed and life for Zara and Alan had returned to somewhat normal. Late one evening Zara got out her charts and looked over the data regarding her cycle. Alan looked over at his wife and said the words he wished he hadn't as soon as he had said them "Give it a break poppet, all this pressure isn't helping." "Give it a break!" She yelled "Give it a break I'm thirty one Alan I haven't got time to give it a break." "I meant." Not letting him finish. "My damn body clock is ticking faster and faster and you want to give it a break, well fuck you!" She wailed and stormed out of the room. Slam went the bathroom door followed by a click of the lock. 'Oh god here we go again' he thought and resigned himself to another round of the silent treatment. The atmosphere remained frosty in the Carter's home and really wasn't helped any by Alan telling his wife that at some point in the next month he had to go on a ten day course in Scotland. Knowing how the treatments had dented their finances Zara begrudgingly admitted Alan had no choice but to comply with his firms wishes. Later in the week the tension had mellowed Alan sat reading in bed dropping his book he looked at his pretty wife as she readied herself for bed. Her long ginger hair and blue eyes truly made her beautiful, her slim body clad in black underwear had an immediate effect on him and his cock started to harden. He was disappointed as she turned off the light he wanted to admire her form some more. Alan cuddled up to her as soon as she was in bed. Kissing her gently on the shoulder he wrapped his arms around her. Zara gasped as he found her nipples the buds hardened at his touch. She felt his erect cock prod her in the back and twisted around so she faced him. As they rolled together Zara parted her legs Alan slipped into position and entered her with practised ease. Rocking into her with a steady rhythm Zara knew Alan would come quickly but satisfaction wasn't her concern all she wanted was his cum and for it to do its job. She was right it didn't take too long before his strokes began to get ragged. Locking her legs tight around him drawing him as deep as she could. She felt the warm spurt as Alan groaned above her in the dark. They said nothing as they rolled apart and soon Alan was fast asleep. That was the pattern of their life for the next month bickering followed my more unrewarding sex. On one occasion Alan asked about the strange vase of dried flowers. Zara relayed the tale of the old woman. "What how the hell could she help us?" He said astonished. "No idea but I'm getting to the stage where I think I might try anything." "No Zara It's all poppycock the woman is clearly a charlatan preying on desperate people." "But Alan what do we have to lose, after all the expensive medical science didn't do anything." She retorted. "We will carry on as we are Zara that's final, oh and by the way I leave for Scotland on Sunday." Zara lay awake for a while that night 'could she help where science had failed, and how' desperation clouding her mind she decided to find out. As another pregnancy test went into the bin Zara determined once and for all she was going to seek the old woman's help. Alan packed his case for the Scotland trip as Zara made him some sandwiches to take with him. "Now be good while I'm gone and don't do anything stupid do you hear me." Alan said sternly. Knowing what he was referring to Zara replied "Not much cop trying anything with you away is it numpty." Alan laughed "No you have a point there. Blimey is that the time I'd better get going." They kissed good bye as they parted. Later on Zara looked at the flowers grabbed her jacket and headed for the seat overlooking the sea. As she sat staring at the waves rippling against the rocks Zara heard "Child I knew you would come back, do ye need thy help?" "We need someone's help but I don't know how you can help the best doctor's didn't help us." Zara stammered. "Trust me child, take this pendant wear it always." The old lady passed a ruby red stone carved into a bird attached to a gold coloured chain "Do you still have the flowers?" Zara nodded. The old lady smiled. "Good put some water into the vase when you get home then come back and bring it to me here on Tuesday." Zara mulled over the bizarre instructions as she placed the pendant over her neck. That done the old lady slipped away once again leaving Zara alone with her thoughts. Out of sight the old woman raised her wand "Wherever you may be, it is the time for the cuckoo to flee. Rain or shine return here to me." She swept her wand down the air crackled the calling spell was sent. 'Alan's right this is silly' she muttered but still found herself watering the dried flowers. Her thoughts interrupted by the telephone. She was relieved to hear Alan's voice and that he was safely in Scotland. Later as she undressed she remembered the old lady had said to keep wearing it so she left the pendant on and turned out the light. Soon Zara was fast asleep and was unaware of the flowers slightly glowing in the dark. The pendant also started to glow casting a strange dull red light in the darkened room. Zara felt the bed sag and someone kiss her full on the lips "Alan oh Alan." She moaned she felt searching hands knead her small pert breasts the nipples hardening instantly. The wandering hands moved down her body travelling over her flat tummy and brushing her ginger thatch. A gasp emitted from her lips as the hand found her clit. As her legs parted somewhere in the back of her sleepy mind she remembered Alan's in Scotland! Instantly she waved her hands about trying to get the invader away from her hitting nothing. She sat bolt upright in bed and turned on the light no one insight, her room was empty it was nothing more than a dream. The next night the erotic dream returned the roving hand's playing her senses like a violin. Zara tossed and turned as her body craved the sensual caresses. Her back arched she felt the fingers entwine in her ginger bush and then torment her soaking wet pussy. Her breath coming in short sharp gasps as the fingers stroked the sensitive flesh. Again she snapped awake her body covered in a sheen of sweat her pulse racing. She gathered her senses flicked on the light 5-30am she hadn't had wet dreams like this since she was a teenager. Drinking her coffee later that morning Zara reflected on the dreams and put it down to a combination of frustration and missing Alan. Flicking through the TV stations brought no relief to the boredom, daytime television an endless round of chat shows and old repeats. The news channels were no better reports of Middle Eastern unrest, European politics and the one item that was to have a bearing on her life, not that she was aware of it an eighteen year old lad had gone missing from a town in Wales. Later that day Zara found herself vase in hand sitting on the old bench. Unseen behind her the old woman stood talking quietly with a man "Is that her?" He asked looking at the slim red haired woman sat on the bench. The old lady nodded "And you are sure she's ready." Again she just nodded "Good you have chosen wisely as always." He added as he slipped back out of sight. The old lady walked up to Zara "Child did you bring my flowers?" Automatically Zara lifted the vase and handed them to the smiling old lady. "Good you have taken good care of them." Pausing "Thy still want my help child?" Zara didn't realise the implications of the answer she was about to give. She looked up at the kindly old lady smiling at her and said softly "Yes." Again the pendant started to glow unnoticed in the daylight. The old lady removed the flowers from the vase and handed it back to Zara nodding to her she said "Drink it." Zara raised it to her lips then checked herself "But it's stagnant water!" "No child it is an old medicine it will help you sort your problem trust me." She implored. What the hell can't be any worse than all those pills I've swallowed one part of her brain told her as she brought the vase to her lips again. Against her better judgement she started to drink the water strangely it tasted sweet like a thin honey. "Very good child is it all gone?" Zara nodded and handed the empty vase back to the old woman. The old woman nodded "Your dreams will come true child." She said then slowly walked away. That was really weird Zara thought to herself as she walked home unaware she was being followed. The old woman's companion kept Zara in sight smiling as she reached her house. It would be time for the potion to do its job soon and he had to be ready. Zara yawned and felt the need to lie down and as she reached her bedroom she suddenly felt dizzy and very tired and as she tried to focus her eyes she fell back onto the bed and passed out. "Witch how long have we got?" the man asked as he prepared to break in to her house "Plenty she will be out for a long time, lay her onto her bed and get the others while I prepare her for the ceremony." With a mortar and pestle the old woman ground the flowers into powder added a little water to make an odd coloured paste. She looked at the sleeping woman "What you so desire will soon be yours my child." She whispered. Rifling through her jacket pockets she found Zara's purse and keys looking through the documents she smiled 'excellent I know her name now' The old woman was pleased taking note of her name she returned the purse back to the pocket she found it. Her accomplice arrived back "They are on their way." He stated. "Good you know what to do." He nodded and left the bedroom. The old witch gently pulled at the bottom of Zara's blouse exposing her flat tummy, taking the paste she massaged it into her soft skin "What Zara desires we will provide." She spoke softly as the paste was absorbed by the milky white skin. Working methodically she carefully removed the clothing from the knocked out woman. Admiring her slim figure she smiled approvingly as she took off the bra to expose her pert 34b breasts. Carefully she removed Zara's panties leaving her naked and vulnerable on her own bed. Gently she took hold of her wrists and tied them to the headboard. Standing back she smiled taking some candles from her cloak she placed them around the room. Lighting them the air soon filled with a musty incense it was time. She heard her companion return "The cuckoo's have returned to do their duty." He said as they entered the room She turned to see three men standing before her staring zombie like their eyes fixated staring into space. "Welcome cuckoo's, it is time for the deed to be done." The witch waved her wand the three instantly snapped out of their trance like state and listened intently to the old witch's instructions. "This is your sole purpose in life, to seed, to seed." They nodded. "The power invested in me by your ancient elders dictate, the sacred ceremony is performed exactly as laid down by our forefathers." Again they dimly nodded. Turning to the oldest cuckoo "You have done this before you will lead the way." Pointing to the next in line "Remember the last time do exactly the same." Finally she spoke to the youngest "You must do exactly as you are told follow their lead and my instructions." Zara fast out on her bed started to dream she felt herself calmly drifting along on a raft, under the witches spell and breathing in the intoxicating incense she wasn't going to remember anything that was happening to her. The erotic dreams she had been having had begun again the unseen hands starting their work playing with her senses. As she started to twist her body about on the bed the old witch confident now she was totally out of it released the ties on her hands. Zara's hand slowly stroked down her body. The witch watched as Zara started to play with her clit her legs parting to give a clear view of her moist slit. The witch gave a signal and the cuckoo's removed their clothing. She waved her wand and spoke. "Now you will begin your task." Pausing "A potent dose is required to give what is so desired." The room darkened the air cracked. "To store a load to behold and to give us another son you must only cum when twice is done." Another wave of the wand was followed by a blinding flash. The eldest cuckoo's cock rose instantly to its full eight inches. The witch bent down and patted Zara's tummy "Soon my child your dreams will come true." Zara twisted at the touch she felt a strange warmth flow through her lower body and centre deep in her stomach. Her mind was wandering again she felt she was floating in a calm pool all she craved was the tormenting hands that were driving her senses crazy. The witch nodded and the eldest cuckoo Mathew stepped forward in a trance he grabbed Zara's ankles and pulled her down the bed. Zara gasped as the hands forced her legs apart she looked up and saw nothing but stars in the sky. A moan escaped from her as the first contact of the large penis head spread pre-cum up and down her tight slit. He found his mark and slowly pushed his cock part way into her tight pussy. The velvet tunnel gripped him tightly as he pushed further into her, finally he rested balls deep then began the ancient dance. Zara's drugged and spell bound senses could not work out weather if this was a dream or reality her eyes saw nothing but her pussy was telling her a different story. Even in her out of it state Zara felt the bulbous head stretching her cunt as it pumped in and out of her pussy causing her to moan in pleasure and she humped her hips back at him as primal desires over took her. Picking up the pace he pummelled her hard until he felt his balls starting to churn he knew what he must do. Following his programmed instincts he quickly withdrew his throbbing prick from her clinging pussy and gripped the base tightly stopping his cum from flowing. Zara let out a groan of frustration as her impending orgasm was also stopped in its tracks. "Excellent." The old witch cooed "Now your turn, do exactly the same." She instructed the next cuckoo. At thirty six Kevin the second cuckoo suddenly had a flash back in his mind, the sensation of having done this before, an image of a blonde girl with a strange accent floated into his thoughts. His prick twitched at the memory the pre cum coating the head of his cock as he slowly lined it up to the glistening pussy on offer. He sank it into the warm depths of the red haired girl lying helpless on the bed. Zara emitted a loud shriek as the long fat cock buried itself into her deep into her pussy, her mind was racing still unable to decide if it was a dream or not. Her eyes bulged wide as the girth stretched her tight pussy even further. Straining her eyes searching to see anything while her body responded to being used her slim hips slowly thrusting back at the invading cock. Surly a dream can't be this vivid she started to reason as the feelings of orgasm started again. The steady pumping was having an effect Kevin found his cock travelling much smoother into her now as her pussy juiced up. Zara was gasping her skin flushing red around her throat as blood coursed through her as her excitement built. She could feel the large cock speeding up "Ooh keep going love, ooh nearly there oh." Kevin ploughed his cock faster and faster into Zara quickly bringing himself to the point of no return her tight pussy coating his cock in her juices. Zara quivered about to orgasm as Kevin, just as Mathew had done pulled out before coming. Cuckoo Calling "Oh no, no don't stop no, so close so close." Panting and covered in sweat Zara ached for release. Christ, what is happening to her. Her deluded mind would give the sane part of her no reasoning at all. The old witch rubbed her hands with glee and waved the young eighteen year old cuckoo to the bed. Knowing it was his first breeding and the most virile she needed to keep him in check as not to waste his precious load. "Remember Dafid you must not cum do as the others have done before you." She told him sternly. Zara was starting to calm down and again stared vacantly up at the ceiling seeing stars as she floated along. She was aware of her legs being pulled apart again and a cock slither against her clit causing her senses to reignite. The inexperienced cuckoo clumsily prodded around her pussy until he found the Promised Land, His cock was fatter and slightly longer than the other two cuckoo's. Zara felt her pussy stretched as never before and cried out in pain as the young lad bucked into her. Gasping for breath she cried "Ooh what's happening so big!" Dafid hadn't even managed to get half his cock into her before he felt his balls churn giving Zara short stabs he groaned in pleasure at the tightness of her pussy, remembering the witches words he reluctantly pulled out of the beautiful red head his large cock twitched as he grabbed the base of it as his ejaculation was stopped in its tracks he felt his balls swell and get bigger. Zara again denied her own release flopped frustrated back onto the bed. The witch rubbed her belly again the strange warmth flowed through her lower belly again, the witch pinched Zara's rock hard nipples and as she winced in pain declared. "Cuckoo's she is ready." The first cuckoo stepped back to the bed grasped her legs and quickly entered her sopping wet pussy with no thought of his partner he pushed in and out of her fucking her hard. Zara felt the onslaught on her body and gasped and screamed as her senses reacted to the rapid strokes into her body. She saw nothing only the stars above and her orgasm was building again. Mathew stroked his cock in and out with full strokes at fifty four he couldn't keep the rapid pace up for long so settled down into a steady rhythm. Zara felt every thrust and cried out every time the heavy balls slapped against her. The warm sheath milking his cock soon became too much, his spunk laden balls were churning he looked over at the old witch as if seeking permission seeing her silently nod her head he bucked into Zara hard and held himself as deep as he could. Zara felt the cock expand in her pussy twitch and the felt a torrent of warm liquid flow deep into her. Mathew grunted and ground hard into her as cum erupted from his balls. Zara wailed "Ooh what's that? Oh NO." The cock inside her wilted as it shrank then it was quickly removed Mathew looked at the oozing slit of the young woman and smiled his job was done. Kevin took his place quickly not giving Zara time to recover or comprehend what had just occurred. He rubbed his cock up and down her juicy slit. Zara mewed at the touch of the silky glands still aching for an orgasm of her own. Just like Mathew he pushed into her and started power fucking, his cock felt good in the slippery channel well lubricated by pussy juice and Mathews cum. Zara desperately stared into the sky trying to fathom out what was happening to her body as her breaths came quicker and quicker, the seemingly everlasting cock sawing on and on deep into her body. Mathew gasped for air as he pummelled poor Zara's pussy lunging in and out relentlessly. Her pussy gripped his cock hard and he could take no more. He groaned "Yes take it, take it all." As he too released a torrent of hot cum deep into Zara's fertile womb. Zara cried out again as another spurt of warmth spread through her lower body "Ooh, Ooh No What's happening?" The old witch laughed and again rubbed her belly "Nearly there dear." She cackled and waved the young cuckoo forward. Dafid took his place and with more control this time pushed his longer fatter prick into Zara the change in size registered even in Zara's unstable mind. Instinctively she arched her back trying to get away from the large cock spearing into her. Unwittingly she aided his progress into her, the vaginal track now slick with her juices and two loads of cum made it much easier for the large prick to slide into her. Dafid marvelled at the tightness of her pussy the heat and moisture driving his instincts to bury all of his cock into her. Half way in just as he was before he paused took both of Zara's ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. Spreading her further open he slowly stroked in and out of her. Zara was again mewing as the thick cock sawed in to her "Ooh Ohh." She wailed. Shifting his weight forward he bent her in two her slim legs resting on his shoulders. He gave one extra hard thrust and the rest of his large cock buried itself deep into her, going deeper than anyone had ever gone before pushing the collective cum already in her pussy deeper into her. She felt the tip of the large penis bang hard against her cervix something she had never felt before. Zara screamed loudly at the pain, taking no heed to her discomfort he really started to nail her hard. Drawing all the way out and fully back in again the potent cum filled balls slapping against her arse and the tip prodding at her cervix. Part of Zara's brain clicked on to the fact that this was real the large prick spearing deep into her was no fantasy but still her eyes registered nothing. A deep tingling was forming deep inside her molten pussy an orgasm that had so far been denied her broke with an intensity she had never experienced before her mouth flew open as her body convulsed under the jack hammering youth. Dafid's thrusting was driving her hard into the mattress causing her to bounce back impaled on his cock the mattress springs screamed their protest. On he pumped like a madman Zara just lay there sparks flying in her brain as the second orgasm hit her already over loaded senses. Her eyes still trying to see who or what was fucking her so violently as the orgasm ripped through her, her eyes saw something in the darkness with relief she saw Alan's face and then with a blink of her drug affected eyes he was gone. The youth slowed his thrusting as he felt the sap beginning to rise his over laden balls ached. He pushed as deep into Zara as he could his large cockhead tight against the opening of her womb then with three extra hard thrusts he roared as the contents of his potent balls surged deep into Zara's waiting womb. Zara felt the pain as the cock smacked her cervix then on the third thrust the pain was dowsed by a soothing jet of warmth. Wailing and sobbing she passed out. Dafid felt his cock twitch for the fourth time then as it softened he withdrew it from Zara's battered hole with a plop. The witch smiled. "Now it is done you must go back to where you come from." A wave of the wand and the three cuckoo's left and went zombie like on their way to travel as their ancestors had. The witch looked at Zara lying passed out on the bed her once tight pussy gaping open leaking cum the neat ginger pubic hair matted to her skin smiling she reached down and rubbed her belly once more. "Look after our child well Zara." With help from her companion the witch replaced Zara's clothing and removed all traces of the ceremony silently they left the house never to be seen again. The shrill tone of the telephone woke Zara from her slumber groggily she reached out to take the call but too late the caller had rung off. 'Bloody hell its four O'clock she lurched up off her bed. Her eyes hurt with the daylight and her head pounded like she the worst hangover ever. Her body ached like she had been run over by a bus and she was still in her clothes what the hell was that odour just what had she been doing last night? Gingerly she made her way to the kitchen and made a coffee feeling better after the caffeine fix Zara stumbled to the shower. She peeled her clothes off dropping them into the laundry basket pausing as she removed her knickers, they felt damp and gave off a stale sexual odour panicking her slightly as she desperately sought answers to the strange graphic dreams she had been having. As she stepped into the shower, her eyes wandered down her body something didn't feel right her pussy was sore, open and red clearly she had been involved in a sexual encounter yet she remembered nothing. As the water washed away any external evidence she dismissed it all as a bad dream. As she got on with freshening herself up her mind drifted back to her husband and resuming their quest for a baby. As time passed she got flashbacks of the dreams nothing felt right something had definitely gone horribly wrong. Seeking answers of what had occurred that night she sought out the kindly lady who had promised to help her. Seated on the bench Zara waited for her to appear but she never came. Ten days later Alan arrived back from his trip and as he expected Zara literally jumped him the moment his case hit the floor. "Oh Alan I have missed you so much." Zara kissed him passionately. "I missed you too." He replied as he wrapped his arms around her having had no female contact for the time he was away he gladly let his wife lead him to their bedroom. As they made out Alan got the first seed of doubt in his mind that something was different. Their clothes quickly discarded they writhed on the bed Zara straddled him and lowered her self onto his erect cock. As she sank easily down onto him taking his full length in one smooth movement Alan found himself wondering why she wasn't as tight as he remembered. Telling himself he was being stupid he lay back as his beautiful wife rode him enjoying the sight of his slim redhead wife bouncing merrily on his rock hard cock. Zara got into a real rhythm thrusting up and down with her hips trying to get better sensations just like she had in her dreams, Alan's cock didn't seem to fit as snugly as it used to, baffled she pumped on and on. Zara heard Alan's breathing go ragged as he fought against his impending orgasm. "Go on lover knock me up." She implored him as she rocked up and down on his prick. Alan could stand it no longer and with a moan shot his thin cum into his wife's sloppy pussy. Zara flopped down on top of him and they lay there entwined as sleep took over them. Their lives took on its usual pattern until the day when Zara felt ill. As she got up she felt strangely queasy she ran to the bathroom quickly and made it just in time, as she retched into the toilet pan she knew she was finally pregnant. Just to make sure Zara left it a couple of days and then took another test her heart skipped as the indicator confirmed the news, she raced down stairs to tell Alan the great news. As she blurted out the news instead of being happy Alan was devastated he knew from the lab results that there was no possible way he was the father. He let Zara rattle on and on after a while he said he had to go to his office he kissed her goodbye and then went to the one person who could help him find out who she was having an affair with. Douglas Donovan was an old family friend of Alan's he was also a private investigator one of the best in Britain if there was a guilty wife or husband he had seen it all and proved it time and time again. Alan poured out his story Douglas listened intently after Alan had finished his tale of woe he said. "Okay so you are absolutely sure the kid can't be yours?" "Science is wrong sometimes." Alan shook his head glumly "No Doug there is no doubt about it I am sorry to say I just want to know who the slut slept with before I divorce her." "Alright if you are sure about this I will do some digging and get back to you." Knowing the couple as he did he was sure this case wouldn't take long to crack. A week later Alan's mobile buzzed noticing Doug's number he made his excuses and went outside to take the call telling Zara it was work. "Hi Alan pop in and see me I have finished my investigation I need to bring you up to speed on your case." "Okay give me half an hour I'll be at your office." Alan arrived at Douglas's plush office and sat himself down to hear the sorry tale. "Well I have followed Zara for a week, monitored all mobile and landline calls in and out, checked all emails on your IP address going back two years and found absolutely nothing!" "No money is missing from your accounts no unexplained hotel or credit card transactions bugger all." "What she has to be having an affair." "Alan I know a serial cheater when I see one Zara is not one of them my guess is, if what you are telling me is true then it can only be a one night stand." "But as part of my delving I sounded out all of your neighbours and nobody has seen any strange men around your house at any time." "I appreciate what you're saying but unless it's divine intervention babies don't just happen." "Can't argue with your logic mate but I'm sorry I can't give you any more support in your argument on the evidence I have." Totally bewildered by the events taking place in his life Alan refused to accept that the baby was his. As time went by the resentment and bickering finally caused him to snap and divorce Zara. When the baby was born an old lady watched silently from a distance once satisfied that the child was a healthy boy she silently slipped out of the hospital and away her job complete for another eighteen years. Upon the birth Alan insisted upon DNA testing it confirmed exactly what Alan knew he wasn't the father the baby wasn't his. The judge passed his verdict quickly and Zara was branded a cheater and cast aside by her friends and family. Seeking answers for herself she often went and sat on the bench by the sea hoping to see the old lady to get an explanation on if of how she had helped get her into this mess. She never saw her again. Zara her life in tatters was forced to move away with her son and build, after a struggle a new life for herself eventually she met a new partner and raised their own offspring. Her first child whom she called Aaron was always the black sheep of his step family and never really fitted in with anyone else either. A loner who always kept himself to himself Aaron knew he was different and so did his mother shortly after he turned eighteen, Aaron heard the calling. When he didn't show up for four days Zara was forced to do what every parent dreads file a missing persons report, Aaron had joined the exclusive list of unexplained disappearances.