1 comments/ 51635 views/ 23 favorites The Tongue Ch. 01 By: Athena_e19 She'd been standing inside her new home, when the feeling first flashed over her like a lightning bolt had struck. It also brought a groan of pleasure to her lips. Michelle turned quickly towards the young man who was standing behind her, wondering if he had noticed her audible expression of her desire. He just continued to hurriedly sketch out the room around them. With an exasperated sigh, she turned back towards the formal dining room and slowly wandered away. Her pussy still lingered with the moist caress of lust. Damn her husband, she thought. Ever since she had gotten pregnant, he had lost his once remarkable sex drive. Now, her belly swollen, her tits large and ripe, she was beginning to have the overwhelming desire to find a way to give her sex drive some release. She glanced back up at the designer who was helping her with the decorating suggestions for the much larger and much grander home. Michelle briefly considered him as an object of lust and tried to dismiss it. He was much younger than her, at least ten years. He was tall, thin, with a constant smirk, and bright blue eyes. She saw those eyes momentarily focus on her and his eyebrows curve inward questioningly. Embarrassed, she blushed and looked away. The next few minutes ticked by slowly and she found herself growing warmer and warmer between her thighs. She was glad that she had worn a sun dress, but was slightly considered that her wetness would soon drench her panties. "Excuse me, but I think I'm going to step outside for a moment," she heard her voice plaintively state. The pleading quality of it surprised herself and she wondered why she was so weak. "I'm almost done here," she heard his gravelly voice reply. "Do you want to finish the downstairs first?" Inwardly she groaned at the thought of enduring the process of sketching, measuring, and note taking, but she didn't just want to tell him no. What would she offer as an explanation. Regrettably, she nodded her head in agreement and started down the hall towards the stairs to the daylight basement. She heard his dress shoes start up after her, their loud click and then clack. Michelle wondered if he was thinking about her body, about the voluptuous curves that her pregnancy had provided. Once more the middle aged woman had to shrug off the dirty thoughts which were setting her afire. But she would fail, and the strong sensation of a warm wet pressure over her pussy lips forced her to stop on the stair well. She gasped for breath as she struggled to support her weight. Her mind seemed to be playing tricks on her and she could swear that there was some foreign object slipping between her lips. "Are you okay," she heard from behind her. More weakly than ever, she nodded her head and continued down the stairs. But each step, the sensation grew more powerful and grew more influential. Her vaginal walls were spasming inward, squeezing the rich pungent lubricant of her sex downward. Michelle was certain that her juices were now soaking her thin panties and she knew that if she staid still much longer her sex would begin to scent the narrow chamber. Michelle forced herself onward and was relieved to find that the sensation faded with each step downward. By the bottom, she merely had to deal with the latent lust that the momentary eruption of sensation had drawn from her. Hastily, she indicated several of the rooms that she wished to have measured. Once the young designer was back at his repetitious work, she headed for the two French doors which promised her sweaty skin some appeasement of her lust. Or so she hoped. But the sun was shining brightly and it was just past noon, so the midday heat was reaching its peak. She let out another prolonged groan, this one of the extension of her anguish as she sensed the hot humid air slipping over her skin and coating her thin sundress in moisture. Her head seemed to spin and she quickly grabbed for a railing which ringed the sides of the deck. Using it to stabilize herself, she tried to look beyond just the urgency of her sexual need. But her pussy was not releasing its wanton lust and Michelle realized that something would have to be done about it. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted David standing in the casual dining area at the opposite end of the home. She carefully positioned a rattan outdoor lounge chair away from him. One more glance over her shoulder to make sure that he was busy with his measuring tape and she slipped one hand up the inside of her thigh. Sighing as the hand slowly ventured beneath the light cotton material of her dress, her arm stretching around the thick swollen mound of her belly. When her finger first brushed against the drenched material covering her twat, her eyes closed in delight. Finally, some relief, she thought to herself. Fervently her hand went to work on her moist pink slit, plunging two digits in and out, over and over. The normally chaste and proper Michelle, couldn't believe that she was eagerly frigging herself with a young man just inside the house. But a finger brush over her clit reminded her that she had a reason for being so immodest and she let out a pleasured little whimper as she continued her self ministration. Her hips were rocking against her hand, and the deck chair was rocking slightly with her. That type of thing seemed so unimportant as she rested in the sunshine, her fingers a flurry of activity. The young mother-to-be's pussy was literally splashing juices out onto the chair beneath her and the light color of her sun dress would show it off if she ever managed to stand again. Right now, her heartbeat was racing, her chest rising and falling in near hyperventilation, and her voice was letting out little squeals of sexual satisfaction. Her groaning was increasing with her desire and soon she knew that she would be nearing the edge of release. Hurriedly she ground the based of her hand into her clit while her fingers pressed deeper into her snatch. The repeated thumping against the sensitive little nub would set her off. "Fuck," she heard her voice sigh into the air as her hips lifted off of the chair and her release flowed from her pussy. Her thick swollen labia throbbed in delighted satisfaction and her fingers finally were allowed a moment to slow their furious pace. Panting, as her body cycled back down to earth, Michelle was glad that she had gotten that out of her system. She looked down at her naked sex and toyed lightly with her mound and the thickening patch of hair. It had been a few weeks since she had shaved her twat and she doubted she would be able to again until after her pregnancy. Thinking of her husband's reticence her hand finally moved away from her pussy. She looked around hoping to find something to wipe it on. Instead she found David, her designer, standing on the porch behind her, his blue eyes glowing with desire and his dress slacks tented sharply in the groin. Michelle's eyes went wide in surprise and embarrassment. "David, I was... What are... How long have you been... Oh my god, just leave," she stammered. David just smiled back at her, the tent in his pants twitching slightly. The fact that the rest of him remained motionless caused her eye to catch it quite clearly. She pivoted to the side in her chair, her wet sex soaking the fabric on the rear of her dress. Slowly, the six month pregnant woman pushed herself out of the chair, the light dress falling into place over her toned and tanned thighs. "Please, this is so mortifying," she repeated. "Please, just go." But David just kept smiling and when he opened his mouth, it was to lick his bottom lip. Startled, Michelle's eyes grew wide again. "David, you need to go," she reiterated, more sternly than before. But his eyes staid focused on her, and his tongue kept licking his bottom lip. Michelle was speechless. But the more she watched the more bizarre things became. At first his tongue was just licking his lower lip in a sensual and overt meaning. But with each back and forth brush it would dip lower and lower and lower on his jaw. Soon the long wine colored muscle was slipping over his chin. It was freakishly long, thought Michelle, and she felt her pussy spasm in response to the notion of what it could be capable. But she was married, and she couldn't cheat on her baby's father. "Just go," she nearly begged. He kept right on with his back and forth pendulous movement of his tongue. To her chagrin, the tongue just kept moving downward. Now it was slipping over the crest of his jaw line and sliding against the underside of his jaw towards his neck. Her brow arched up in curiosity and fear as the tongue just kept right on going. Soon it was tracing the color of his dress shirt. By now, the woman was growing quite afraid. It was not just a freakishly long tongue- it was inhuman! Slowly she started to back away. The amazing oral muscle flicked the top button of his shirt free from its hole, exposing a little more of his naked chest. Then another button was popped free. By now, the snakelike thing was over a foot and half long. Suddenly it flipped back inside his mouth. "I want to taste you," hissed the designer, whose humanity Michelle was suddenly doubting. She shook her head in silent refusal, but the tongue reappeared, this time sliding down to the third and fourth buttons, each one popping free in response to its quick flick. She couldn't refuse the thought of what such a tongue could do to her button. Trying to banish it away, her body bumped into the railing behind her, and Michelle found herself unable to move further away. The tongue just kept right on moving downward, until it finally ran out of buttons on the neatly ironed dress shirt. Michelle's lip curled in awful wonderment as the tongue some how managed to undo the young man's belt buckle and then the button on his trousers. Seconds later the zipper followed down and his pants slipped down around his ankles. Grinning, David slowly stepped towards her, his tongue hanging to his belly button, constantly shifting and twisting and coiling. Michelle just kept shaking her head no. Just beneath the tip of his tongue, a large cock stood proudly against the sun light, its surface heavily veined and appearing to be carved out of steel. Michelle just didn't know what to look at. Part of her wanted to be disgusted with the grotesque oral member, and another part of her wanted to feel it inside of her. And that cock, it was huge! She felt the sudden restart of the fire she had only moments before put to bed. In some sort of bizarre masturbatory expression, the long tongue dipped lower until it encircled the shaft of the "man's" cock and began to steadily pump it as it bent the ten to eleven inch member towards her. The dark purple head seemed to grow and swell as the long tongue wrapped over and over around its shaft as the designer stroked his cock impossibly. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit," Michelle found herself repeating as she watched the fantastical erotic display. "What in the hell are you," she wondered aloud as his tongue pumped his dick. At the tip of his cock she could see the pearly droplets of precum forming. Would he jerk himself off with his own tongue? It was disgusting, strange, and bizarre, but amazingly erotic. David's head lulled backwards and he stared up at the sun, his cock reveling in the unique adaptation his mutations provided him with. Michelle's whole body trembled at the sight of his oral performance. Suddenly, his head snapped straight and his eyes focused on her. "I want to taste you again," he whispered, his voice carrying a strange echoing quality. She didn't have a chance to register how he spoke without a tongue to direct the sound before his tongue unwound like a retreating serpent. Then it moved into the space between them, dropping to the ground, its distinctly organic appearance a stark contrast to the tiling underfoot. She watched it, in horror and anticipation as it swerved back and forth across the pavement. One hand of hers had unwittingly slipped to her belly and was softly petting the tight bulge of the extra life she bore. All too quickly it was at the tip of her open toed sandals, its pointed tip darting back and forth just shy of her little red painted digits. Her head still shook no, but her dismay at the stranger aberration was wearing off and she felt her pussy spasm again at the thought of the promise of such a mighty oral appendage. And then, finally it was upon her, quickly moving over her toes, the leather straps of her sandals, and to her ankle. Her foot reflexively drew away as the warm moist caress of the tongue lightly grazed her ankle. Michelle tried to watch, but her belly obstructed her view and she was left to experience this alien torture. The tongue lightly teased and danced around her ankle before slipping it into a tight embrace, coiling and constricting around it. Then it began to repeat the same coiling motion, slithering up her ankle, over her calf, stopping momentarily on her knee to caress the sensitive backside of the joint. Michelle heard herself whimpering as the tongue finally resumed its journey, climbing higher and higher on her leg until the thick oral muscle grazed the meeting of her inner thigh and her crotch. "Ah, ah, ah," she continued breathlessly. The tip of the tongue, now well hidden beneath the hem of her skirt and her pregnant belly, swiped back and forth over the little fold of skin between her thigh and her groin. Michelle found more and more of her weight being leaned against the railing as she found it more difficult to stand. Her whole pussy throbbed with excitement and desire as the tongue dodged back and forth just outside of its region. Her eyes opened to study David, his eyes focused on her crotch and the hidden journey of his tongue. She had to close them again as her mind reeled with the sight of the tongue trailing from his mouth down his naked torso and legs. It was too strange. But she couldn't refuse that gentle flicker against her thigh, or the warm wet spiral trailing up her leg. She suddenly realized she needed to feel it inside of her. David was not quite ready to permit her that illicit pleasure. His tongue did dip inside of her panties however, tasting the flavor of her sex where it had spilled out into the material, but only briefly. Instead the hot, dragging sensation wormed its way along her firm ass cheek, just outside of the range of her sex. Once it had reached her crack, it pressed upward and inward. Michelle thrust her hips forward, away from the hard metal barrier of the railing, permitting the strong pliant muscle to move against the inner recess of her backside. The feeling of having a tongue slipping between the twin hills of her ass was one of the most amazing sensations she had experienced. "Oh God, yes," she begged, her closed eyes watering out of pleasure. The long moist, warm, and heavily textured muscle wormed upward, until it reached the small of her back and broke free of her underwear. She was certain that David was still staring at her, his strange icy gaze penetrating right through her body and guiding his tongue on its torturous journey. It was now moving between the thin sun dress and her bare skin. She could feel sweat forming across her skin- emanating from the growing heat within and the warm midday sun without. She knew that the tongue was tasting the million different flavors unique to her body, and the knowledge only brought to life more of a desire to release her sexual energy. Somehow, she wanted to make the tongue savor her. She wore no bra, so the tongue moved quickly and unobstructed up her spine, setting her nervous system off into a fit of shivers and pulses. Soon it broke free of the material and traveled solely along her flesh. It drifted away from her, as soon as it had cleared the fabric. Unsure of what it was doing, her eyes opened again, focusing on David and the beautiful alien nature of the long appendage extending from his mouth. Then she heard the long hissing "zzzzzzzzzzzzz" of the zipper on the rear of her frock being drawn down. Her nipples hardened at the thought of being exposed completely to the lashing this tongue would surely deliver. Within moments, the gown hung limply off of her shoulders, and held together only by a small swath of fabric behind her thighs. Shivering, she waited as the tongue seemed to uncoil, retreating rapidly from her body. Around and around its spiraling path was undone and her voice began to plaintively cry out for its return. Without its caress and warm embrace, she felt undone. The pregnant woman practically begged its owner for its return. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in imaginative clasps. Only the cooling trail of saliva marked its path and reminded her of its reality. David grinned widely as soon as his tongue had fully retreated. "Do you want more, Michelle?" "Please, please, give it back, I need it. Oh, please," she cried. He took a step closer to her, his cock swaying before him. Her eyes went to it instinctively. She felt her own mouth water at the sight of the large member. She could see David's pulse in the distinct set of veins tracing its shaft. Her hand tremblingly reached out for it, the inches between them quickly closing as he stepped closer. Another sigh passed out of her lips as soon as her fingers wrapped around the thick cock. Her hand slowly began to stroke the shaft, up and down, up and down. David just watched her closely, studying her face as she grew more and more enamored with his cock. But her attention span would wane, although her grip would not, when his tongue reemerged and quickly moved the nape of her neck. It traced a glistening line over the gentle upward slope of her neck before flicking back downward, catching her left shoulder strap in the curl of its tip and driving it to the edge of her shoulder. The same ministration was repeated on the other side, and quickly her floral patterned dress shrunk into an indistinguishable pile at her feet. Other than her panties she was naked before the strange creature that had been her twenty-something designer. The tongue retreated once more, allowing Michelle's mind to refocus on the burning piece of flesh in her hand. It was so deliciously thick, so long, she didn't know if she would ever be able to please enough surface area to satisfy the young man. But she knew that she was going to try. Fuck her husband and his ignorance, this was an object of worship. Her hand hurriedly stroked at his length, pumping the shaft up and down, her tight grip tugging at his sensitive phallic skin. The little interlude she was taking into a fantasy world was broken when David spoke. "Lay down, here," he gestured, his hand waving over the textured sandstone tiles of the patio floor. Incapable of refusing him now, she did as told, lowering her swollen belly and frame to the floor and laying flat out against the sun heated stone. David crouched momentarily beside her, but just to remove her panties. Satisfied with her nakedness, he would stand, and pace in a slow circle around her examining her every crevice and detail. At first Michelle was uncomfortable with her figure and her pregnant form, but he brushed away her hands and pushed open her thighs so that nothing was hidden. Slowly the examination began to increase the already high threshold of her arousal. Soon her fingers were burying themselves in her cunt again, putting on a show for his glowing eyes. He would not stop her until her breathing was coming rapidly and the squishy noises coming from her wet channel grew loud. "Not yet," he hissed, his voice picking up that strange hollow quality it had exhibited early. Immediately she obeyed, despite her bodies demands for more stimulation. He had stopped over her head, his cock eclipsing the rest of the world in her eyes. All she could see was the thick shaft that seemed to have no ending. The Tongue Ch. 01 It was then that she noticed there was no sack, no testes at the base of his cock. There did not seem to be any sign of them having ever been there. She didn't say anything, but went back to studying the most singular of cocks she had ever viewed. Its head was more angular and wedge shaped than her husbands mushroom like tip. And there seemed to be no bottom edge to the tip of the cock, it was seamless. Curiosity piqued, she was only given a moment to study it before he knelt, and the cock suddenly loomed directly over her face. David's hand bent the cock downward as he leaned over her body, his lips kissing her belly and his hot breath petting her skin. Just out of reach his penis remained pointed. Michelle's lips smacked hungrily at the sight. "Please," she whispered, asking for his cock. He obliged, tilting the member farther downward until it was within reach of her full red lips. Hungrily she raised her head from the ground and tilted her head back, until the member was perfectly poised to strike into her mouth. Her hand replaced his at the base and she felt his hips rear back as she maintained its angle. God, she needed to taste it. The strong masculine hands at the side of her head held her still when suddenly the cock plunged forward, driving the first five inches of the cock into her throat before her gag reflex could even respond. The sudden filling of her mouth with delicious cock caught her off guard and she sputtered in surprise. But David quickly picked up a rapid rabbit fuck in her mouth and more of his cock spilled in after that first portion. She moaned and groaned as the cock slid further and further into her throat. Soon she felt as if her neck would burst with the pressure of the trapped air and the wide penetration of his cock. And just as if she felt she were drowning on his cock, it retreated from her throat, allowing her to suck in the warm outside air. But the momentary appeasement was temporary and soon the cock was thrusting deep into her throat. Michelle was surprised how delicious the cock was- it tasted nothing like the few that she had sampled in her life. It was sweet- none of the saltiness of sweat or sex came from its body. Only the sweet nectar flavor of a strawberry freshly plucked. "Mmmmm," she emitted her approval of his taste in her stuffed mouth. The quick thrust of his hips allowed her to breathe, but to never escape the wonderful filling of the penis penetrating her mouth. Over and over again, he would plunge the dick into her throat. She wondered if their was any limit to the amount of her tight throat he could take. She was not accustomed to the deep throating action, but her whole body welled up with new found sexual experimentalism. Her cheeks sucked inward as she tried to slurp on his shaft as it pummeled her throat. Nursing on the cock as if it were a source of life giving fluid, she drove the designer wild. She heard him mutter something and then suddenly she felt the cock begin to have strange pulse of its own. Swiftly, it retreated from her mouth. With it still open and her tongue hungrily searching for the missing rod, thick ropes of David's cum began to pour from the shaft of the cock, spraying her down in the sticky fluid. Michelle's hands went to the sides of her face and began to hastily grab globs of the thick cream and feed it into her mouth. The young man's spray was a solid flow and it did not seem to abate. It felt as if the jizz had flooded her face, her hair, her mouth and was spilling down her neck. Michelle willingly drowned herself in it, her soaked hands spreading the fluid across her full breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the large globes of flesh. David helpfully aimed the cock at her torso and the fire hose of a member sprayed her body down in a slowly receding torrent. By the time his cock dripped the last few drops of his fluid, Michelle was writhing in a white puddle of semen, her whole body afire. She did not realize that her partner was on the move once more, until the tongue reached out and touched her knees again. As before it swirled around the kneecap forming a tight coil. Once it had completed its task on one leg, it shifted to another. Soon, Michelle's legs were held up in the air, by the ever expanding tongue. She felt as if she were a baby about to get its bottom wiped. But the tongue had other things in mind. It would keep the same tight embrace around both of her legs as it grew and grew and grew. Soon her knees were caught about four feet up on the length of the tongue and the remaining three feet were slipping between her thighs. "Finally, yes," she grinned as she tried to massage the thick ropey cum into her tits. The long oral muscle would gently slide between her thighs until it reached the apex of her womanhood. Very carefully it outlined her labia, so as to not touch the actual red flower of her most sensitive lips. She was shivering in the hot midday sun, her whole body anticipating the pleasure that it would bring. The strange, surreal appearance of a tongue wound around her thighs and legs and gently teasing her sex, made her wonder if perhaps she was dreaming. But when it finally did slip between the ripe fullness of her lips she knew that the ecstasy she experienced was real. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she cried. "Fucking lick me!" The long eager, hungry tongue delved deeper into her twat, worming its way farther and farther up her tight canal. She was sure that at least six inches of the strange oral appendage were wriggling within her pussy and drinking up all her sex had to offer. Her nervous system, so overwhelmed by the stimulation it received, demanded that her body move away. But the tight noose of the tongue around her knees and thighs rejected such a call, and she found herself pinned on his predatory oral muscle. So she bucked as if she were being ridden by some long cock, and not a thick flexible piece of a stranger's mouth. Michelle had never experienced such nirvana before- the tongue was twisting and bending and folding within her in ways she had never imagined. It was like the greatest toy, given all the features and benefits of living flesh. The cum across her body was slowly baking onto her skin like some sort of facial treatment, and the burning heat from inside her made her want to be sprayed down once more. Her weak feeling arms reached and stretched for the young man's enormous cock, wishing to bring him to ejaculate over her once more. But the length of the tongue kept her body at bay, and the erect dick just arched proudly skyward, ignorant of her need. With a few more twists and pirouettes of the tongue at the entrance to her cervix, Michelle knew that she would cum once more. She could feel the sensitive area against the front wall of her twat burning with each momentary contact or pulse of life. Her G-spot orgasm underneath the attentiveness of the inhuman tongue would be her first. Once more her voice cried out to the heavens, exalting in the sexual release that had so long been denied by her normal husband. Now some strange creature had come to release her from that need. The tongue within, drank up her orgasm's release, lapping at her inner walls as if there was nothing abnormal about it. When it had satisfied its taste, the tongue slowly slipped from her drenched cunt and slid back up her thighs and knees and into David's mouth. A sloppy grin on his face, he wiped the remnants of his oral adventure on his sleeve and turned away from her. An exhausted Michelle, still entirely naked on her rear patio, gasped after him, "When will I see you again?" "We have an appointment on Friday, remember," he coolly replied. -- To Be Continued -- The Tongue Ch. 02 It was such a perfect night! Despite the late hour the weather was still warm. A high level of humidity during the day had provided the perfect insulation as the sun disappeared. And the sunset was one in a million. It had begun with a burning orange that had gradually deepened to become the richest of lavenders as the sun dipped beneath the horizon. Such a perfect night to lose one's virginity, Katie thought to herself. The eighteen year old high school senior and her boyfriend had gone for an amorous walk in the park after dinner. The young couple had been dating for a year and were the elected "Most Likely to Get Married" for the Senior Yearbook. Ever since he had asked her to wear the jacket with his varsity letters last fall, they had been inseparable. Katie had slowly let her strict conservative upbringing go, and each date had brought more and more exploration into the world of the opposite gender. The young woman had built up the confidence in the man and in herself to give him her virginity. It had taken learning, sampling, and a few missteps. But Katie was now quite familiar with Todd's penis. She had felt it on a number of occasions and had seen it once or twice. The most recent encounter with it had been a close one. The couple had wandered off from the events center where prom was held, and had found a quiet spot in a loading dock. Like any true gentleman, he had spread his coat out on the floor beneath them and the two had settled beside one another. The making out had been quick, both moving past the cautious foreplay of adolescence. Todd had quickly gotten the top of her strapless ball gown down, and had eagerly fondled her tits. She had desperately wanted to do it then and had told him so. The young man had been even quicker on his own zipper, and his erection had quickly been unveiled. But as he had pushed her dress skirts up over her knees, a wave of nausea and uncertainty had caused her to freeze. Katie had panicked. When she told him so, he was obviously upset and would later tell her he felt betrayed. She had allayed those sensibilities at the time by jerking him off into the silk skirts of her dress (and incidentally his tuxedo jacket). The prom event had nearly caused a break down in their relationship, but her promise of a worthwhile surprise on a particular date in the future had calmed Todd. That particular date had arrived and everything had been planned. Katie had stolen a bottle of wine from her parents' cellar and a condom from her older brother. At a certain sheltered meadow in the middle of the park, a large comfortable blanket was spread with all the utensils and amenities one could need for losing their virginity. Friends had recommended this and that, and dutifully she had listened. With everything set, all she had to do was perform. The weather had behaved perfectly, and already the young woman's virginal channel was wetted with anticipation. Since the cosmos had seen fit to provide such a perfect ambience, she could not imagine a way in which her design could go awry. Todd was playing along too, telling her how beautiful she was, how much she meant to him, and how they were destined to spend eternity together. So far, he had managed to keep his hands chaste, although she was certain that would not continue. When they found the naturally grown alcove in the trees, she had felt her heart leap. The moon was out, and her two best friends had lit the candles per her request and there was nothing more that could stop her from giving a piece of herself to the man she loved. Todd and Katie settled with meaningful significance onto the large blanket and quickly their making out commenced. First it was the deep kisses that all young lovers must acquaint themselves with. Sloppy, unguided, but filled with enough passion to make up for their art. Then it had been the hands. Todd was quite proud of his body and was always swift to show it off. Katie had smiled happily as her all-American boyfriend had stripped down to his boxer shorts. His tan was perfect, as were his abs, and she knew that he would make a wonderful husband. Once he had finished, she had removed her own clothing. The two of them had reclined on the blanket, just a pair of underwear on each of them and had continued their making out. Katie could feel the hard press of his cock against her panties and knew that he wanted in. But her friends had warned her. They had said to be certain that she could be no more aroused before she finally admitted him into her unviolated passage. They had warned of blood and pain and all sorts of other ghastly things. Katie wanted this to be magical. So for a while, the young man had to be content to grind the hard head of his penis against the soft and slowly moistening fabric of her panties. After a good twenty minutes, his boxers were quite soaked and he was quite tired of waiting. "C'mon Kate," he moaned, "it's time." Katie had glanced up at him nervously and had surrendered. She reached across her to the picnic basket and rummaged for the condom. Todd yanked her panties down her legs with a bit of impatience. Staring down her naked body, she tore open the condom wrapper and fumbled with the odd latex donut inside. Her boyfriend fished his erect penis from his boxers and thrust forward, obviously wanting her to handle the condom. "I don't know how to," she whispered. "Me either. Just do it," he instructed. Katie was forced to sit up as her manicured hands tried to guide the rubber thing over the flesh. It took her a good thirty seconds to figure out that she was rolling it the wrong way. Finally having it positioned properly, a few quick strokes had the latex covering his six inch erection. Katie had a moment where she contemplated her boyfriend's size. She had bought large as Todd had told her he was much bigger than average, but now it seemed to have quite a bit of extra space around the tip. Perhaps Mary, her best friend, had been right- all boys lied. With his cock somewhat secure in the rubber sheath, Todd had directed her to lay back on the blanket. Beneath the stars, Katie closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. She felt Todd's weight shift closer, his hips pushing her thighs apart. She felt the cool caress of the night air on her wet sex, and a small chill ran up her spine. Then she felt the penis make contact with her entrance, sensed him guiding it between her lips. As focused as she was on the looming loss of innocence, she never heard the rustling of the grass behind her. Nor did Todd for that matter. So it did not quite register when something wet and thick dove beneath her right arm and slipped over her bust and then back underneath her left arm. The movement was blinding fast and had her securely looped by some unseen force. Then her naked body was flying across the long grass of the meadow, being yanked into the darkness of the trees. She had no time to scream because she didn't get the opportunity to analyze what was happening. In shock, she watched as her semi-naked boyfriend receded from view, his look just as surprised as hers. Just as her young, flawless body would have hit the prickly undergrowth of the ancient trees, she was lifted from the ground and carried to lowest limb of the tree, which still was a good fifteen feet off the ground. There she hung, supported by the odd rope which looped beneath her arms and disappeared into the tree above her. Finally, her survival instinct and fear kicked in. "Todd, help! HELP!! HELP!!" Her screams were loud and piercing and her boyfriend soon appeared beneath her, still clad in his boxers. "Get me down," she shrieked. "What the fuck just happened," he worriedly responded. "I don't know, just get me the fuck out of this tree, NOW!" "I can't! You're too high and I can't climb it. There's no branches," came Todd's unsatisfying reply. "Well find something, please," she began to sob as she swung suspended naked above the floor. Just as her boyfriend began to examine the forest floor for something with which he could help her down, the odd vine around her chest began to move. "Ooh," she squealed in surprise. "This thing is moving!" Her eyes tried to examine the thing, but it was too dark and only the silhoutte of its dark surface on her lighter skin showed up. She could feel that it was wet, and the more it moved, the more she became aware that it was alive. "Todd," she gasped in a horrified whisper. "Todd, I think its a snake!" Todd froze in his spot and stared back up at her, watching in terror. "Do something," Kate begged as she felt it move across her body from left to right. It dawned on her that it was retreating, in the same way that it had seized her. Perhaps it would let her go! But when her eyes caught sight of the end of the thing she knew this was no snake. The end was rounded and flat, not at all like a snake's head or tail. When it reached just beneath her armpit, the retreat stopped and it moved over her arm, coiling around and around, until it was secured there. The young woman began to squirm again as her terror urged her to flee. "Todd, its not a snake! Its something else! Please help me," she whined. Then she was nearly dropped, the thing releasing her torso from its grip and dropping her body weight onto her bound left arm. Todd leaped for her foot but even his athleticism left him a little shy of the necessary distance. For a second, she was suspended by one hand. But that broad end of the thing was not finished with her yet. She watched as it moved off her wrist and glided through the air. She began to kick and thrash her legs when it reached her left leg. But it was quick, and soon was wrapped around her knee. "HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Katie screamed and screamed as she felt her body weight now dually supported on her arm and on her leg. She was cinched upward, until her thigh was parallel to the forest floor and her right leg and arm hung beneath her. She glanced down at Todd, and was dismayed to find him standing frozen in horror and amazement at what he was witnessing. "Please do something," she tried as tears began to fall from her cheeks. Those were not the only cheeks to be wetted, however. Katie felt the tip of the alien serpent move across the outside of her thighs, creeping over her buttocks and down her right leg. Now she was aware of how wet the thing was. Her whole arm and both legs were coated in its liquid covering. And it was hot too. Compared to the warm night air, the thing was on fire. The sensations seemed to confirm that it was alive. She did not know its intentions but as her right leg was pulled to the same bent position as her left leg, she felt that her sex was far too exposed. With her one free hand she attempted to cover her pussy. With the right leg now bound, the young lady found the end of the thing wrapping around her right arm, and soon it was forcibly pulled away from her body and into the treetop above. Now like some erotic marionette, Katie hung from the branches. Her arms were encased in the throbbing wet heat of the thing and her body was suspended in an awkward squat. Beneath her, Todd was hardening again, watching as she was gradually bound and put on display. Despite his concern for her, and his uncertainty over what was happening, he freed his dick once more. Katie saw the movement of him fishing his penis from his shorts and swore. "Is this a prank! This isn't funny. You are such a fucker," she screamed. But Todd was stroking himself, standing directly under her and looking up into the exposed folds of her sex. They still glistened with excitement from his earlier action. His mediocre penis was very entertained by the plight of his girlfriend. If she were just a little lower, he though, I could fuck her in the tree. As if to answer his prayers, the long wet appendage lowered her, inch by inch. Katie's face showed her relief as her feet now rested only a foot or so off the ground. "Quick," she whispered, "get me out of this thing." But Todd was not quite ready to release her yet. Stepping closer to her, he examined her bindings. Momentarily he pinched at the wet rubbery material. It was indeed warm and seemed to have a pulse. But when it didn't move, he figured his next motion was okay. The hand, which had sampled the strange rope, now tested the wetness of her passageway. "What the fuck are you doing," Katie squealed as his pointer finger pressed into her. "Don't you fucking dare!" Todd flinched at the rage in her voice. But her cunt was still very moist. He maintained the pressure on his finger and found that her muscles were clenching on it. They seemed to be trying to draw him in, not push him out. "You're still wet," he commented honestly. "So the fuck what! Get me down and out of here, especially if you ever want to stick your little dick in me!" Grimacing at the criticism of his size, he made up his mind. He withdrew his pointer finger and smiled at her. Katie's face relaxed for a second thinking that her boyfriend had come to his senses. But when his smile grew a little tighter, she knew that this was only going to get worse. Sure enough, Katie's eyes flashed open when two of his finger plunged into her sex. The tight little hole stretched painfully, not used to accomodating such sudden invasion. "FUCK," she yelled. The young woman began to thrash, but was unable to remove the penetrating digits from her vaginal opening. "GOD THAT HURTS!" Todd just smiled back at her, his penis leaking small white droplets of cum as he watched her squirm. His free hand busily rubbed the fluid down the length of his shaft, his smirk growing as he fingered her. "STOP, PLEASE STOP!" Katie put more effort into her pleas, trying to hide her body's arousal. Although the initial penetration was rough, Todd's fingers had frequented her pussy enough to be familiar. And her thrashing movements in the tree had set her body swinging, causing a more natural thrusting motion to be achieved. Gradually, her sex was leaking more of her lubricant onto his hands and the motion was becoming sensually pleasing. Despite his overwhelming hormones, Todd was not stupid enough to miss his girlfriend's arousal. In the damp, humid air, the scent of her pussy lingered. The aroma was rich and familiar. It had almost always been attached to the memory of him cumming. So his sub-conscious amped up his arousal, the expectation of sex growing. "I'm going to fuck you," he said matter of factly. Katie was now just whining, her voice hoarse from its efforts to encourage the opposite result. Todd waddled closer to her spread thighs, a very childish smile appearing on his visage. Katie watched helpless as his penis angled closer to her sex. Gone were her desires to offer up her virginity to him. Desperately she just wanted to be safe at home away from him and whatever oddity held her captive. But her swollen labia was more generous, and his round purple cock head slipped easily between the lips. Todd sneered as he leaned his weight into his dick. Katie's eyes went wide as the broader circumference pushed into her. Her cunt suddenly seemed much tighter, now that the larger member was within it. Luckily for her, its lubrication had not abated. On his tip toes, Todd now had three of his six inches inside his girlfriend and found himself stopped by an unseen barrier. Perceiving it to be her maiden head, he tried to withdraw from her, hoping to dramatically rob her of her innocence. The mere act of retreat proved to be too much, and Todd's sneer turned to a contorted grimace. His balls clenched and his thighs tensed as his orgasm prepared to erupt. Suddenly, his girlfriend was yanked back, high into the tree. "Oh, God," he groaned as his penis sprayed the now empty air with his semen. At first, he was too attentive to his pulsing dick to realize that a tall thin man had descended from the tree. When his eyes finally reopened, he took notice very quickly indeed. Immediately his hands went to stuff his cock back in his shorts. As his mind began to register what it was seeing, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The man was young, probably twenty-one or twenty-two. He was physically fit, but not a body builder. Todd knew all this, because the man was naked. "Hello," came a quiet, firm voice from behind the hanging Katie. Todd just stared at him, his mind registering that the man's tongue was so long it disappeared into the branches above now his ex-girlfriend. "Who the hell are you," Todd asked, mortified to have been caught in such a manner. And slightly terrified. "You don't get to ask questions. You just need to leave. Taking advantage of a bound woman is not very sporting. The law looks down on such things." Todd realized the truth of the words. He had a terrible feeling that something bad would happen to Katie if he left, but he had the same suspicion about himself if he chose to stay. Wisely, and selfishly, he turned and fled. Along the way he gathered all of their belongings, erasing as much of the indicators of his presence as possible. Katie had heard nothing, and seen nothing. Todd had simply fled after he had orgasmed and she thanked whatever miracle had saved him from ejaculating inside her. Gradually, she felt the distance between her and the ground shrink. Soon her widely splayed thighs were allowed to relax. With a slight frown she found her feet settling in the droplets of Todd's sperm. But her frustration was relieved as she felt the odd binding disappear from her body. "Thank God," she shouted, happy to be released from her freakish entrapment. Perhaps Todd had arranged the whole thing after all. Her happiness dissipated when she felt the hot, wet touch of something between her thighs. Looking down, she found that her binding had returned, this time to explore her snatch. Frozen in fear, she watched as it writhed between her thighs. It flitted back and forth, gently slapping against her naked pussy. At first she was perturbed by the oddity of the sight. But as the speed and pressure of its rhythmic 'thwap' increased, she had to release a moan of pleasured surprise. Whatever the hell this thing is, she thought, its damned talented. Soon it was essentially spanking her pussy, its surface flattened and stiff. Over and over it beat against her throbbing cunt. Quickly, the young woman was brought to her knees as her arousal began to climb towards previously inexperienced levels. But her pleasure was short lived. As her hands sunk into the pine needles of the forest floor, the thing quickly retracted back the way it had came and she was left panting. The crack of a twig behind her made her wish that it was not quite over. Pushing herself up, she turned and was frozen in her place. The same naked man that had scared away Todd was stalking towards her. Katie didn't move, her mind unsure of this new threat. Judging from his massive erection, she surmised, he wasn't here to help. "Please leave me alone," she begged as she tried to push herself away from him. "Are you sure that's what you want," the stranger asked. "Please. Its been a long night. Just let me go," she tried again. "Empty words," he laughed, "just empty words." "No, n-n-n-oooo," she squealed as he moved closer towards her. She raised one hand in defense as he leaned in. A sudden wet touch on her inner thighs caused her to drop her hand. To her amazement, the man's tongue was now sliding downwards, between her clenched legs. And he was still a good four feet from her! "What the he-eh," she gasped futilely as the tongue pushed against her twat. Soon, she felt it angling ahead, piercing her delicate folds. Katie was very sensitive now and extraordinarily aroused. Somehow, she failed to connect the dots and could only throw her head back in surrender. The tongue quickly pushed more deeply into her than Todd had been able to. Her hips gyrated automatically, trying to accommodate more of its size. The highly flexible invader proved more than up for the task. The Tongue Ch. 02 The young girl had her hips off the ground, her feet pressed into the soft dirt. Her forearms supported her torso as she allowed the tongue to reach further into her. Katie was stretched to her limit, but the wavering musculature of the tongue was more forgiving then a hard cock of equal size. "Oh eat me," she begged her mysterious partner. She ooh-ed as his tongue began to fuck her, slipping backwards then diving forwards. The wet, rough surface brought illicit pleasure to her nervous system. That sensory overload was bringing her to her first orgasm that evening. Only moments before she had been a virgin. Now she was writhing like a whore on a freakish tongue. Some part of Katie's innocent psyche told her she should be more worried about the mutant appendage delving into her sex. But her pussy and her base needs told her there could be nothing more perfect then simply giving in. Katie found foul words, words that her mother would have frowned upon, welling from her soul. She was on fire, her whole body dripping with sweat as her tensed thighs and abdominal muscles worked her over the massive, inhuman tongue. "Fuck me with it, ohhhh, fuhhhckkkk me! That's eeehhhhtttt! Deeeperrrrr!" The tongue seemed to be everywhere, lashing along the inside of her thighs, twirling inside of her cunt, whipping her buttocks. It was impossible, it was miraculous, she mentally cried. Every so often, she would glance up to her partner's eyes, and find the glowing blue orbs staring back at her. The feeling would send a chill down her spine. As one of those penetrating glances speared through her, she came. "Ahhhh geeeeeezusss," she screamed. Her whole body tremored, muscles tensing and relaxing in violent spasms. Katie blacked out for several moments, the explosion of pleasure within her sex so intense that her concious mind could only shut down. When she came to, she found herself trying to catch her breath. The tongue had retreated from within her and was now gently lapping at her folds. Still unable form a proper word, Katie simply curled up, allowing the tongue to play. For a while, it seemed that the stranger and his fabulous oral muscle were content to gently stoke the flames of her desire. "Who are you," she finally asked, her voice weak and ragged. "Its irrelevant," the man answered, his tongue never moving from her snatch. Katie's eyes widened at that. "Are you a mutant," she wondered allowed, thinking back to a movie she had seen recently with evolved human heroes. "No. Just a visitor. Now be silent. You'll need your strength for what comes next." She looked up then, wondering what he meant. In answer, his tongue finally moved away from her flooded cunny. It wandered down her thighs once more, till it found her knee cap. There it quickly encircled her lean leg, before darting to the other. Once both legs were effectively surrounded, the tongue split them, darting down the middle. For a few moments, Katie had to throw her head back in rapture as the hot muscle snaked over her clit, up her lower stomach and circled her waist. As it slowed and then stilled, she was left to study her predicament. Her legs were pulled open, exposing her cunt, and she had the tongue wrapped around her stomach and hips. "What are you going to do to me," she asked, her voice quivering with curiosity and excitement. "Impregnate you," came the calm and cool reply. His eyes shone brightly and Katie sensed the hunger in his tone. "Me?! Impregnate me?!" The strong oral binding began to flex, and Katie felt her thin body being lifted upwards off the ground. For the second time in the evening, she found herself hovering off the forest floor. As she rose higher, she caught glimpses of his massive cock. It was too dark to see much, but his pale skin glowed with ethereal light and the extensive length of his penis was discernible. "Jesus," she gasped, "with that thing?!" "Shhh," came the hiss of his voice. Somehow it actually soothed her. "You're so horny now, so eager for me to fill you, that it will seem like it completes you." At his words, she felt her heart flutter with anticipation. He was right, she knew. Desperately, she wanted nothing more than to feel him reach her deepest point, to fill her with his fertile seed. Katie longed urgently for his cum, for his promised fucking. Carried well above the forest floor, she found herself spinning till she was properly angled downward. Then the distance between her sex and his closed, her body dropping directly towards his pointed tip. Immediately, as the large member drove into her, Katie became this was a cock like no other. The large burning dick silenced the disquieting worries of her society. Katie could think of nothing more than how perfect it felt. Every pulse, every throb, every movement of his sex and hers played out like a masterwork of some forgotten composer. The tongue held her body firmly on the member, not allowing her to thrust atop him. All Katie could do was writhe and shift, twisting and turning her hips to experience more of him. "Please," she begged, "please fuck me. Just fuck me. Don't toy with me." But the stranger just peered intently back at her, watching as the young girl's body surrendered to the rapture of his penetration. Her sex squelched and squished as her movements became more jerky and less organized. Katie knew she was close, but had been unaware of how close. Now with her clit nestled against his hairless groin, her second climax seemed imminent. It would be her first with a cock inside of her. It was in the moment of preparation, that last few seconds before orgasmic eruption, that Katie felt herself being pulled free of the impaling dick. "No," she squealed, trying to work herself off before his penis abandoned her. "Please, in, in. Put it in me!" Instead, she just hovered over it, mere inches away from satisfaction. Katie's mouth watered as the cock appeared and disappeared behind the tongue that supported her. Her hands were running over her inner thighs, attempting to finish what he had started. But then, just as quickly as his spear had vacated her chamber, he was in again. Swiftly, her body was slammed home on the huge rod. And then the tongue's powerful muscle used her like a rag doll. Katie was incapable of speaking, only crying out in rhythm to the violent fucking she received. It was harsh, rough, and brutish, but her cunt did not care. The fucking was exactly what the young woman had desired. Her sex was spread tightly around his prick, its juices frothing and foaming at the base of his cock as she was hammered upon him. Katie was little more than a sex toy, and she could want nothing else. His hips barely moved as the tongue worked her up and down on his cock. Katie could only hang limply, reveling in the depth of his penetration, and the pressure of his circumference at her entrance. The high schooler came again, and again, unable to resist the onslaught of orgasms and the constancy of his beat. Over and over and over, Katie surrendered to her climaxes, screaming until her voice was no more. She was on her fifth of six orgasm, her arms and legs hanging limply, when she felt it. Deep within her, she felt a rolling wave, a pulse go off. This was coming from him, she was certain, and as she wondered at its meaning, the answer came. The stranger's dick exploded, a veritable fire hose of cum blasting her cunt and filling her womb. Katie was surprised by the force and volume of his ejaculation. Around her pussy's tight grip on his cock, squirts of his cum were forced out by the pressure that it created within her. Copious amounts of cum poured out of her, dropping to the organic ground cover beneath them. With nary a sound, Katie was once more lifted from the cock and settled on the forest floor. This time, she was disheartened to realize, was for good. The magical tongue disappeared back into the man's mouth as he stood over her. His cock slowly softened, its surface whitewashed with his flood and hers. Katie clutched at it, her own seeming inadequate oral appendage licking its surface clean. The salty taste of her sex and his was only marginally satisfying. Her pussy seemed open, cavernously empty without him inside. He allowed her to clean him, watching curiously as the innocence vestiges of her youth disappeared like the cum she lapped from his cock. But when the sticky surface was largely polished, he turned and walked towards the forest. "No," she rasped, struggling to her feet. She felt as if she had been riding a horse for days, her legs awkward and sore. "Please, I need more. I'm so empty!" "I'm sorry. I'll be back soon, perhaps not soon enough." He flashed her another smile and continued on his way. "No," she wailed again. Her legs carrying her too slowly. He was only walking but each step seemed to carry him another dozen yards. Eventually, her feet gave way and she slumped into the undergrowth. Laying there, cradled by a bush, she fondled herself, fingered her sex, and tasted once more the remnants of their meeting. Please, she silently begged, let me experience that once more before I die.