Shaman of Centraxis 13
The voice came to him while he lay in his metal cot in the sultry summer nights. He was accustomed to the endless distractions of modern urban existence and his thoughts were magnified within the vast echo chamber of the natural world. The snores of his fellow campers in the big army surplus tent conspired with the nocturnal cacophony to keep him awake in the darkness, and his mind flitted between half-glimpsed images and vivid recollections as he sought the entrance to the land of dreams.
All this time to fill, he thought as he tossed and turned, and no television or radio, or even a light to read by. At first he’d lie awake listening to unidentifiable snorts, high-pitched trilling sounds, guttural growls and noisesome flappings in the unfamiliar bushland all around the communal tent.
When the nocturnal soundscape faded, he became aware of the etheric intensities that suffuse the living world. Regular visitors from inner worlds share the living, breathing nightscapes of the planet with dreaming Humanity - which is blinded by the night and blissfully unaware of the multidimensional ecosystems dwelling in the velvet darknesses. Barely perceived presences wore the dark silence, a cloak which distorted and announced the substantial gravitas of their immateriality. He reclined in a semblance of sleep and witnessed their intrusions into the consciousness of his sleeping fellow primates, feeling the impressions their shapes made as they observed his mind and emotions, while those around him slumbered on.
When the voice entered his internal dialog, he mistook it for part of his own rambling inner discourse at first. Yet the words it whispered carried an agenda as unfamiliar as the nocturnal portents which impinged upon his hypersensitised ears and electrified mind, and its tone was flavoured with an entirely foreign personality. A good time to resume training, it said. See if you can imagine the colour red… If nothing else, it’s something to do…
Like everyone in the primitive technocratic civilization into which he’d been born, the immature shaman had been taught that everything within the inviolate space inside his head belonged to him alone. Any ideas that occurred to him were products of his own semi-conscious creativity, and his mind was comprised of no more than the semi-automatic programs of a biological robot. As a result, he naturally obeyed the inner voice without the slightest pause for reflection, and began to visualise a deep scarlet light that filled the entire field of his inner vision. He found the mental exercise to be a surprisingly easy challenge and a scintillating blood-red glow soon encompassed his consciousness. There, the voice aid. That was easy. Now try orange.
A blazing hue filled his mind, transforming the scarlet blush into the colours of the campfire flames he’d watched earlier that night, while the rest of the camp had performed skits and sang songs. Warmth filled his body as the undifferentiated flaming orange glow seared across his vision. Very good. The unaccented voice was as patient and commandingly confident his teachers’, back at the hothouse school for gifted kids in the
He began to understand that the inner guide was a separate and discrete personality that was somehow intruding into his ‘personal’ mindspace. A combination of curiosity, excitement and sheer adolescent pride at his facility with visualisation induced him to progress all the way through the colours of the spectrum. He followed the lead of his unseen instructor, visualising each colour in turn. By the time he reached the penultimate shade of purple, he became fully cognizant of the reality of his situation. His awareness that the hypnotic voice originated somewhere outside the bony cage of his cranium – from someone or something else, in a location that could be as close as the next tent or as far as a distant star – filled him with an excited curiosity. He followed its fey advice, and the nocturnal tutelage continued during the quiet private nighttimes of the hyperactive summer camp; what else was there to do in the silent empty spaces on the dark side of the Earth?
The voice would return in the depths of the night thereafter, suggesting new tricks for him to try. Even when he returned to the largest city on the continent, the gifts of the lessons stayed with him – and the voice accompanied him home. He was twelve years old, and it would be another three summers before he met Natasha.
The drunken maiden stretches her feline limberness across her narrow bed and sighs within her lush profusion of long wet hair. Her lightly freckled breasts spill halfway from her rainbow bikini and loll upon her distending ribcage as she sprawls beneath the pink silk and layered chiffon embellishments of her bedchamber.
The teenage lovers roll into a heap beneath the canopy, their freshly washed smooth skins glowing with the rich sunset colours that spill down from the skylight above. Encased inside the mantle of her dark flowing hair, Natasha squirms around beside her rediscovered boyfriend, straining to retrieve something she’s lost or concealed beneath her original childhood bed. Her robe has slipped to the floor and her legs are entwined with Ram’s; his slim body is half submerged in the soft mattress, and only his thin cotton robe and her skimpy bikini briefs stand between the heated regenerative membranes of their yearning young bodies.
Natasha twists upward and hands him a heavy cigarette lighter. “Here, hold this,” she commands, before her tone softens; “I hope you don’t mind…” She produces a slim silver case covered with finely wrought engraved geometries and snaps it open to reveal a dozen skinny but expertly rolled joints. “It’s only hash – I couldn’t get any grass this time of year.” One of her long-lashed malachite eyes winks at him as she clambers closer to wrap a soft, sinuously firm leg around his bony hip; her voice drops to a husky whisper. “And ‘ram’ means ‘high’ in Hebrew, after all.”
“Aye.” Ram’yana winks back as they both smile at her pun. Yes! The long haired young shaman exults while a shiver of released tension escapes his lips as a happy sigh; he’s thoroughly impressed by her timely offering. Tobacco is tolerable with hash, he reminds himself. He’s already become acquainted with the smoking habits of some of
Nothing remains of Ram’yana’s traveling stash and he hadn’t wanted to ask Natasha if she knew where to score - the last time he met the young freckle-faced girl she certainly hadn’t been a smoker. As far as I know, he reflects. I was pretty straight myself back then… When he was twelve or thirteen the shaman had been immersed in a vicious Cold War culture of brainwashing lies. He’d been exposed to mesmerising claptrap spouted by the hydra-headed propaganda-spewing beasts of war-minded governments, vested drug and alcohol industries, straight-laced drunken media tycoons, compliant ‘educational’ establishments and corporations that craved endless supplies of easily managed factory-fodder - and might have reported any friends or strangers who’d produced a joint in front of him to the authorities. Fortunately, none ever had – until a couple of years later, when Ram’s naïveté had already been washed away, along with the acculturated blinkers that had been slapped across his innocent eyes.
Now, beyond the edge of seventeen, he watches the younger girl place a joint between her lips as she climbs up into the pile of pillows at the head of her narrow bed. The eager youth ignites the petrol-fuelled lighter with a flick of the flint-edged wheel and lights her up as she reclines in a seductive pose of leisurely hedonism. The mingled smoke of tobacco and high-grade black hashish joins the eviscerated column of amber incense that swirls above their heads in the high-ceilinged bedchamber. A mildly hallucinogenic sheen of colours and auric forms enhances the cornucopia of variously flavoured alcohols that already washes through the reunited teens’ lust-heated bloodstreams.
As the outer world blurs and melts around the rising pyre of their ardent youthfulness, the lovers feel they have all the time in the world; uniquely precious fleeting moments warp and extend into timeless eternity. Their fingers linger to touch and entwine as they pass the number to and fro, and a lambent magnetism draws their bodies ever closer while their heartbeats seem to fill the luxurious candlelit space that surrounds their silent communion. They puff their way through the stick of tobacco-laced hash, blowing shotgun streams of smoke into each other’s open mouths while their eyes dance in a magnetised tango of mutual seduction.
“Oh darlin’, oh honey… shweet one…” Natasha’s words slur as she rolls onto her back and exhales a cloud of expensive resinous smoke toward the skylight, “…M’sweet wakin’ dream…” She takes another long deep drag and the young shaman watches as the top strip of her bikini inflates into arousingly fleshed-out fullness. “I hope you unnerstand...” Natasha’s voice rumbles though Ram’s chest when the softnesses of her breasts press against the smooth skin of his chest. Her dilated pupils pin him between the parallax beams of her emerald stare. “I told you I’m a virgin but… but I’ve had practice sex…”
She flicks damp strands of long dark hair from her elfin face as she stares up into his eyes and places the dwindling joint between his lips. “Not real sex,” she explains, speaking with a confessional intensity that goes beyond anything Ram’s hitherto witnessed in the bright young teen - and while he struggles to comprehend her words the shaman begins to understand Nasher’s desperate emotional need for him to understand.
Practice sex? he ponders, and she continues before the Centraxian mage can mouth the question; “With this.” When she twists around to reach under the bed Ram’s hand slides along her slender flank and cups one of her delectable cheeks as she dangles over the edge. He watches the girl’s tendons distend beneath her smooth skin, and when his long-nailed pinky slides across the drying fabric and nestles between her globes he feels his erection stir. Her buttocks swell within their translucent rainbow veil and clench into firm muscular mounds round his littlest finger.
When she pulls herself back up onto the quilt his eyes shift to Natasha’s newly filled out breasts; they heave and wobble inside the constraining elasticity of their skimpy harness, and her hard little nipples goggle back at him like contracted and inverted pupils in the centres of two huge rolling eyes. I’m stoned, he realises while he covers his stiffening erection with the robe. She winces when she notices where his eyes are resting and absently dislodges his hand from her alluring derriere while she brandishes a long wooden staff. She waves the white stick around above her head, and as Ram’s focus travels upward a triumphantly wicked expression molds her features into a raunchy mask of intoxicated desire.
The sozzled teen licks her lips with an air of unrestrained lascivious glee, and smiles at her beau through the glinting shimmers that limn her malachite eyes with swirling light. She brandishes a broomstick that’s about five feet in length and a little over an inch in diameter, and as Ram leans back to avoid being brained by the twirling shaft he sees that one end terminates in a smooth oval bulge that’s tinged with a slightly bluish shade. When Natasha stops waving the stick around and grasps the bulging pastel end with her firm little hand, he sees that extended lines of plastic are stuck to the painted wooden handle, frozen into position where they poured down from the cap while it was melted into place on the haft.
His eyes follow a series of faint hand drawn red circles which mark irregular intervals upon the pale plastic, beyond the point where it meets the wood. He finally notices that the nine-inch long cylinder which Nasher grasps in her wee hand has been shaped into a slim idealized semblance of a vaguely circumcised penis. The phallus looks as though it could have been fashioned by the imaginative mind and crafty furtive hands of the horny young girl - whose bright smile captivates the young shaman’s attention as she strokes the dildo with provocative zeal – and Ram’s mind spins with fleetingly glimpsed possibilities while he drowns in her radiant grin.
An obvious conclusion arises from the maelstrom of ribald ideas, and he groans with lusty intoxication at the image that appears. A lurid holographic vision of the gorgeous young girl is overlain across the fleshy immediacy of her presence. The imaginative teenage mage watches the easily reconstructed scene unfold in his mind, detailing Natasha’s discovery of the deeper autoerotic pleasures available to her emerging womanhood in the secret sacred privacy of her pinkly feminine boudoir.
Her confident demeanour and gleeful expression slowly slip away, shifting downward an octave as she awaits Ram’s reaction with increasing trepidation. The nubile teen’s brazen blaze of lust alters to reveal a nervous uncertainty in the wake of her sudden exposure. Her finger glides down the midline of his torso, and her lips shape the words twice before she manages to utter them; “Fly with me?” She lies back when he smiles in reply, and parts her slender legs until her knee rests against his slim belly. Nasher holds Ram’s glazed gaze with a wordless plea for understanding and fulfillment. She holds the staff out toward him and pulls aside the scrap of rainbow fabric that conceals the darkly fringed pinkness of her torrid vulva. The inebriated girl’s delicate flesh glistens with a moistness that rivals the sheen welling within her twinkling green eyes.
Her young lover goggles at the unexpected revelation - an unmistakable invitation, and one that she ensures her wide-eyed gaping boyfriend can’t possibly misinterpret; “I wan’ you t’ make me come, Mule…” – she uses his old nickname for the first time since they rediscovered each other; a burden he bore in the bygone days of their summer camps in the continent’s southern wildernesses. “Make me fly with m’ magic broomstick.” Nasher offers him the pole as she twists around and reaches for the nearly emptied Cointreau bottle, and when her pinkly naked labia smile up at him from within their dark mantle Ram’yana squeezes the remnants of the joint between his fingers and drops the roach onto the floor.
“Take it.” Natasha smiles up at him as she swings back onto the bed, and her red-rimmed eyes glaze beneath fluttering lashes as they sweep across the length of his barely clad body. Ram’yana reaches for the staff and twirls it above their heads as she takes a long swig from the bottle. “Feel it,” she urges as her fingers steal beneath Ram’s robe and wander across his fuzzy thigh. “D’you wannna see what it’ll be like to fuck me? Do y’wan’ to watch me come?” Nasher tickles his inner thigh as she lies back on the bed and raises her long slim legs, revealing her succulent cleft to Ram’s ardent gaze. She quivers beneath him, utterly vulnerable and totally exposed to his sight - but for the tiny scrap of material stretched tightly against one side of her darkly furred little
Nasher, he thinks to himself, I’d really prefer to fuck you with the real thing… but... Even though he’s explored her delightful interior with his dextrous fingers during a previous sultry summer (when they were both much younger teens), her lover has never penetrated the diminutive girl’s untried loins with anything so large – or gross. She’s already promised that he can be the first man to fill her with his real live flesh - if he waits just one more night - but the sight and scent of the bewitching young girl rigidifies his erection and hardens his masculine lust into a wildly uncontrollable and virtually irresistible force. He watches Natasha’s tubular clitoris slowly extend from its furry sheath, like a miniature penis growing erect before his rapt attention - echoing his full tumescent length as it bursts from the robe when Natasha’s tickling fingertips encounter his bared scrotum.
She licks her luscious lips. “Don’ be shy,” she breathes. “Jus’ be gentle with me, love. Here,” she says, reaching for the implement her boyfriend has all but forgotten as he’s drowned in her beauty. “I’ll get it wet first – all out o’Vasheline, an’ I hate th’ stuff anyway...” Her limber tongue wraps around the bulging pale blue head of the plastic cock as she takes it into her small mouth. Her lips flare around the bulging tip, and their pink lustre is distorted by its twirling thickness as she rotates the handle and swallows half its length. The shaman recalls the sensation of those same lips stretching around his engorged girth, when they’d made love in the first unforgettable summer of their shared post-pubescence.
When Natasha withdraws the bulging cylinder from her lips he watches a long strand of saliva stretch from her pale carmine tongue to its pastel bluish tip. “Rub it roun’ m’ clitty first,” she suggests as she lies back in the pile of pillows and squeezes the fleshy base of Ram’s equally hard corporeal pole. He groans, and a shiver runs through the young man’s entire body when her hand gently cups one of his testicles. When he reaches for the wooden shaft his hand completely envelopes the smaller girl’s; his eyes blink as her knee brushes against the velvety tip of his crown.
Nasher’s bruised-looking eyelids, swelling lips and roseate cheeks all glow with the hot eager flush of her excitement in the dim light of her bedchamber, and her pale skin reddens as her hand begins to knead Ram’s hot thick flesh. Their simultaneous sigh is a harmonious susurrus, and an identical flush suffuses the pallid skin of the bewitching girl’s lucky young mate as her strong little fingers grasp halfway round his cock. She passes him the relatively slender broomstick and uses her freed hand to grasp the elliptically rounded fonts of Ram’s swimming seeds.
“’S’funny,” the drunken girl says with a bemused expression as her fingers explore Ram’s fuzzy scrotum. “Wha’s this?” she asks as she discovers a third meaty roundness sitting between his testes. “Wasn’t here b’fore…,” she muses, and continues to stroke his sack. “But your balls had hardly dropped, I guess…” Natasha shrugs and her unsteady eyes come to rest on the blue end of the broomstick. “Do me slowly,” she insists as her hands leave him dangling and move toward her widespread inner thighs; so he does.
The young shaman is barely able to keep his hands steady as he guides the round crown of the surrogate cock into his girlfriend’s navel, and it seems to glide downward along her concave belly with a will of its own. He pushes the plastic glans beneath the stretching band of Natasha’s bikini pants and it burrows into her dark thatch. The dildo weaves an indirect path through the gasping female’s softly coiling plush underbrush, which conceals much of the blessed landscape of the horny little princess’s most sensitive labile extremities. Her lover eases the hard plastic up beside the swollen tissue of Nasher’s moist panic button, and gently twirls the round smooth tip back and forth as she sighs and settles into the soft cushions.
He sees his excitement mirrored in her glazed pink eyes as she sinks into her vast mantle of hair. The twinned green gemstones of her lusty gaze glitter back at him until her face is half submerged beneath the massed clouds of cushions and the luxurious rain of her long dark mane. Her fingers explore the bushy thicket of her pubes while her other hand rises to stroke Ram’s hardness with an arousingly impassioned grip. “Fuck,” she whispers, “you’ve grown.”
Ram’yana watches an even darker pink flush rise from Nasher’s loins and swarm up her slim buxom body, to deepen the pinkness of her fine pert breasts. The tide of heated blood continues up along her throat and darkens the girl’s freckly face, while her sensuous lips widen to form an enticingly inviting ‘o’. He leans forward to suck her pink tongue as it stretches from her mouth, and she moans with delight while he rolls the head of the staff around her swelling cherry. She strokes his cock and fondles her breasts and labia, fucking his mouth with her tongue while her eyelids strain to remain open amid the tumult of the irresistible sensory tornado that’s sucking her into its epicentre.
Ram twirls the long white rod in one hand and caresses Natasha’s perfect young body with the other. He releases her tongue and begins to lick his way down her smooth soft skin, yearning to reach the place where the plastic orb enflames her loins even as he nibbles the girl’s throat and works his way down to suckle on her breasts. You’ll come for me this time, my darling. He swirls the artificial cock around her tropical wetness while sucking the girl’s hard nipple between his lips, drawing it all the way into his mouth along with a sizable fraction of her ample breast. His tongue swirls around her puckering aureole while he fills his mouth with her soft feminine flesh. Nasher moans and cups his crown inside her palm, squeezing as tightly as she can while her body arches upward, and she presses her breast more firmly between his parted lips while he groans into her flesh.
When he recovers his wits Ram’yana continues kissing his way down the girl’s taut belly. He laves her navel while he shifts the dildo, slipping it up and down, back and forth, sliding the bulbous globular head between the spreading wings of her tightly enfolded young labia. His mouth finally reaches the precious pearl that fires her desire and he draws his moaning mate’s swollen clitty between the soft visceral caress of his sensitive lips. Her love button rears to his touch, and he sucks on its extruding length like an oversized nipple, squeezing it gently between his lips while his tongue whirls around the smooth wet nubbin. Strawberries and cinnamon, he decides as Natasha begins to buck against him. And Cointreau…
His girlfriend’s regular gasping moans and incessantly rocking pelvis guide the flow of Ram’s movements. He matches the avid tempo of his barely experienced cunnalingus to the rocking beat of her passions as he synchronises the plastic knob’s repetitious glide to her rapid panting breaths. The rainbow fabric of Nasher’s bikini keeps slipping into the girl’s parting seam and the young shaman reaches for the bow that fastens the annoying piece of material around her roiling loins.
As his fingers reach the piece of coloured string Natasha’s hand suddenly snaps from his cock and grips his wrist, breaking Ram’s avid concentration. “Ohh!” she squeals in protest. “Ohh no, uhh-uhh… No-one ever sees all of me!” Her breathless cry is an electrifying blending of entreaty and command; her boyfriend slips the staff’s hard rounded plastic tip into the tight mouth of her vagina, silencing her protest with a gently plunging twist as he silences the words that swarm toward his own lips; But you still have your top on.
The young man swirls his tongue around the girl’s clitoris as she thrusts her loins upward to hurry the impending intrusion of the plastic phallus. He lets the string fall from his grasp and strokes her inner thigh to spread her wider, working the shaft into her roundly spreading outer lips as he follows the rocking rhyme of her hips.
Natasha parts her legs around Ram’s hairless face while she pulls her labia apart with a sudden rush of clawing fingers; her heels settle onto his back as she rears up along the broomstick. Her inner labia begin to stretch around the bulbous shape of the cap as she encompasses the first inch, and the fingers of his free hand join his tongue to pleasure all of her slick stretching membranes. When her taut inner lips extrude from her interior - pulled out of the girl with the hard bulging crown - he squeezes his fingers around her soft stretching labia and feels her membranes straining around the dildo.
He pushes the model penis inside her and the rigid bulb slips between her inner membranes and locks inside her taut rim, just past the narrow elastic iris of the petite girl’s tiny threshold; he can barely imagine what it will feel like to have such an incredibly tight girl wrapped around the vital reality of his blood-engorged cock, and wonders if he can wait another night. “Ohh… go slow,” Natasha groans. “Take it slow, lover… oh yeah, fuck… fuck me slow…”
Her svelte thighs rise to wrap round Ram’s head with unexpectedly inescapable strength and her fresh womanly scent fills his flaring nostrils while the hard shaft presses against his cheek. I wish this was my cock inside her now, he thinks for the fifteenth time as his erection glides against Nasher’s shinbone and his fingers slither up her straining belly muscles. Her loins are well lubricated with his lavings and the outpouring of her flavoursome fluids, and he shifts his grip upon the staff.
I wish this was my cock inside her… this is making me so horny it feels like I’m going to come all over her… He begins fucking the small girl with slow strokes that gradually penetrate more deeply into her astoundingly resistant tightness while he massages the hot tight skin of her sex-swollen breasts. Ram’s hand dips between the full round mounds of the teen’s wondrous cleavage to circumvent the clinging bikini, and he cups one of her breasts and squeezes his fingers all the way around its glorious silky fullness.
His tongue slides against the cold plastic penis as he licks the girl’s tautly stretching overheated rim. Oh Nasher... no woman’s ever asked me to do this… Her watches her alluring flesh encircling and squeezing the unfeeling cylinder as her panting quickens and his pistoning movements grow more rapid to match. He longs to experience the thrill of those elastic surfaces squeezing apart as he enters her - to feel the deep grinding pressure of her inner musculature wrapping round his particularly large and painfully hard erection.
The teenage magician sucks his girlfriend’s sex with adroit licks and tender sucking kisses while he fucks her with slow deliberate strokes, preparing her for deeper entry. His alcohol-saturated stoned body begins to shake with the intensity of his lust, as he holds himself back from casting the broomstick aside to mount the beautiful younger teen and squeeze inside her flagrantly hot, fragrantly wet and irresistibly tight little vulva. She gasps and moans and writhes in the throes of her intoxicated lust, blinded by the immanent climax he can feel swelling from the core of her splendid firm flesh. The young shaman fucks his gorgeous mate into a chaotically screaming, flailing, gasping, thrashing, deliriously humping state of primal female animalism with her rapidly flying broomstick.
Oh, Nasher… I have to fuck you… Baby, honey, I really need to fuck you right now…
Most of Ram’s experiences during the memorable year since he cast his virginity aside have been with slightly older young women. How can she prefer that lump of plastic to me? His other lovers had seemed appreciatively satisfied by his vibrant fleshly pillar, and Natasha had earlier claimed to be looking forward to feeling ‘the real thing’. The besotted hippy yearns to dispense with the broomstick and replace its unfeeling length with his urgently horny young manhood, but Natasha’s appreciative moans and impassioned writhing inspire him to keep playfully plying his tongue around her nubbin while he reams her with the plastic-capped ramrod.
“Uhh not unhh uhh…” the girl gasps as her words fall apart and reform. “Uhh ohh not uhh too uh far uhh…” she pants as her eyes roll around in their sockets; “Only uh to th’ last uhh red ring…” Nasher’s head disappears into the piled pillows as her gasps shift into a series of unrestrained grunts and groans.
It’s no chore to pleasure the demonstrative girl, and when her hand begins squeezing and stroking his hardness Ram redoubles his efforts with unselfish and unremitting zeal. Even if he’d wanted to, he can think of no way to extricate his head from the flexing grip of her strong slender thighs. When her pelvis rocks upward and she impales herself more deeply around the staff he watches the rainbow fabric slip down alongside the smooth plastic and glide between Nasher’s hot pink labia.
The young magician’s hand slips from her breast and he pulls the material out of her slick seam. He gets off on his lover’s appreciative moans and frenzied movements while he thrusts the long magic wand back and forth, up and down. A surge of proud elation fills him as he feels the bewitching girl flying toward the brink of mind-blown sexual ecstasy, and frothing cries presage the breaking wave of the intoxicated beauty’s oncoming orgasm. “Oh honey,” he mumbles into her fur-girt clitoris while his mind screams in silent lust; I need to fuck you so much!
As he drives the surrogate phallus more deeply inside his willful little girlfriend, Ram’yana watches her tight flesh twirl around its sticky length. He feels her ineluctable grip restrain its retreat, and struggles against the astounding strength of her inner grasp as she resists the withdrawal of the sheer slippery cylinder. While it slides out through her succulent vice Natasha’s muscular vagina grips the rigid plastic so tightly that her inner lips contort while they stretch from her vulva, clamped into a thin twisting tube around the artificial cock. Her amazing pink sheath swirls into a meaty spiral as her lover literally screws the long hard sex toy through the moaning girl. While he lubricates her distending inner membranes with his warm saliva, Ram’s lips feel the hard plastic tube turning and gliding through the thin walls of her stretching pink membranes.
Natasha quivers as her cries are overtaken by a flurry of rapid panting. Her fine young muscles tense into flexing bands, stretching along the smooth silken thighs that grasp Ram’s face; her phallus-filled little belly distends into small quilted pillows of firm squeezing flesh before his rapt and trapped gaze. She reaches down to tangle her slim fingers in his wavy locks as she squeezes his fingers around the broomstick with her other hand, jamming the staff more deeply inside her taut resistance.
“Oohh! Nasher’s scream is an unmistakable cry of pain and her lover feels an agonizing shadow of her anguish echoing deep inside his masculine diaphragm. “Unghh! Uh uhh uh…” He pulls the stick partway out of her depths as her thighs clamp athwart his head and mash against his cheeks. “Uhh uh uhh uh…” She stops bucking beneath the broomstick and her lithe body freezes as her breath billows through her wide round mouth. An anguished expression mars her diminutive patrician face and teardrops well in the corners of her tightly clenched pink-rimmed eyes as she pants and gasps in shocked surprise. “Uh uhh ohh… Ohh, oh uhh fuck!” The girl’s hand flies to her breast as shudders swarm though her slender body; her tensing musculature begins to relax while the heaving of her translucently sheathed breasts slows with the tempo of her rasping gasps. “’S’okay,” she finally whispers as her nascent climax slips over the horizon of her thwarted desire. She recovers from her too-deep self impalement surprisingly quickly. “Don’ worry…” she tells him as her palm squeezes around his mushroom-shaped crown and begins to rotate round and round. “Keep going…”
Ram’s eyelids flutter and he suppresses a moan of delight as empathic shudders subside inside his belly. His eyes shift sidewise to glance at the scarlet marks ringing the white phallus - withdrawn well beyond the point where the hard tube enters the girl’s roundly stretched and moistly gripping pinkness. He sees that the red ink marking the first few sex-soaked circles is somewhat faded and much paler than the last couple of rings, which girdle the plunging plastic cock near its base; several inches from the flesh-embedded summit.
The magician pushes the staff back into his rediscovered girlfriend with a short slow stab that leaves her breathless. He begins gently reaming her barrel as she relaxes into her piled nest of cushions. Natasha strokes his long cock with her hot little hand while he gradually works the girl into a moaning tangle of writhing sweaty limbs and steamy sucking membranes. In less than a minute she’s fucking the dildo with salacious intensity and the plastic cock plunges deep inside her loins again, filling her all the way up to the second last circle while he holds her bikini at bay.
As the teenage mage slides the white wand in and out of his brazen younger girlfriend he’s amazed at the intensity of her inward resistance to his lancing probes; he marvels at the strength of her insistent grasp when he pulls the full-scale model cock from her tight virginal vulva. He withdraws the first five inches of sex-slicked plastic from Natasha’s surprising musculature, and his arm muscles flex at the grip he finds himself pulling against while the bulbous knob slips through the muscular rings of her vagina. I want to feel that right now! I can’t wait…
She strokes his cock with urgent flurries, squeezing him tightly inside her halfway encircling fingers as she milks him with mindless determination. While her thighs hold him firmly in place beside the sawing stick, her lover is further enflamed by the sight of her inner lips extruding all the way out of her loins as she grasps at her plasticised prize. He watches her pink swollen labia bulge outward when the bulbous head begins to squeeze from her grasp and her clitoris rolls aside within his mouth.
Natasha grasps his hand and pushes the pole downward until he sees the last scarlet circle flow up to her inverting lips, and the artificial cock stretches her virginal maidenhood to its limits. “Ngg… Aah…” she cries while the hard tube pistons through her – but this time he’s certain the girl’s loud cries are wordless paeans announcing her lusty pleasure. “Ohh uhh oh yeah ohh…. Oh sso fuckin’ good uhh, mmm...” A deep flush reddens her belly and throat, and when Natasha utters her unmistakably affirmative confirmation he redoubles his efforts and fucks her more rapidly.
The gorgeous young teenager falls back amidst the long damp strands of her hair. “I… uhh mm ohh, yeah… uhh… oh honey, I wanted it t’be you… uhh oh yeah like that! Ohh!” she moans, trying to raise her head as she bounces up and down on the narrow bed. “I want to watch you come,” her lover assures her, but the words pour from her lips as she writhes in unheeding self-absorption. “I uhh always thought of uhh you when… uhh…” Her eyes fail to focus on Ram’s face and she falls back into the pillows. “Almos’ always…” she mumbles through her gasps. He crouches between his uninhibited girl’s flexing thighs and rekindles the bright pyre of her explosive sexuality with an eager surge of anticipation. “Oh, man!” she cries. “Nnghh…”
Her girlish pelvis rocks upward as she spreads herself to Ram’s rampant tongue. Her entire body rocks with the thrust and pull of the artificial penis, and she throws her arms and legs wide with glorious supine abandon, freeing her lover’s bobbing head and juice-smeared face when he finds the rhythm she most desires. He can feel the warning tingle in his roots as Nasher’s wee hand jerks up and down his manhood, and she extends her leg to rub the velvet cap of his rigidity against the silken skin of her calf.
Natasha’s small hand slides across her round breasts and glides down along her muscular belly until she grasps the long wooden shaft alongside her lover’s steady grip. “Uhh…” she gasps as her fingers wrap round her young man’s hand to guide the toy through her heavenly gates. “Do me… like this…”She squeezes his fingers more firmly around the broomstick and begins to skewer her nubile loins with deep fast stokes that mimic her rapidly stroking hand job. She inflames her boyfriend into a raging paroxysm of half-maddened lust while her climax returns from the brightening horizon of her inextinguishable desire. “Like this…”
He watches the rapture suffusing her elfin face, and sees her bliss transform into a rictus of agonised ecstasy when he feels the staff bottom out against the sealed entrance to Natasha’s fertile young womb. He sees the last red ring nestling inside her pubic hair while she squeals in delight and rocks around her surrogate penis. After a vibrating eternity of groaning bliss, she moans and withdraws the dildo from her steaming cleft with a well practiced fluid motion. She repeats her rapid self impalement half a hundred times before she leaves the broomstick in her young lover’s capable hands, and begins stroking her clitoris between two slim long-nailed fingers while she squeezes the fleshy base of his shaft.
“You can stop eating me… unhh… it’s great but… uhh… Jus’… just fuck me… ngg… okay?” Nasher’s hand squeezes her breast and she begins to stroke her clitoris more rapidly. Ram’yana licks his way down her thigh and leans back to watch the show while her hand glides up and down his painfully swollen erection. Have to hold on, he tells himself. Have to save it… He works the plastic-sheathed pole right up inside the willing younger teen and pulls it back through her taut musculature, until the fake crown almost completely emerges from the sucking embrace of her inside-out labia – over and over again.
She’s so beautiful and horny… and wonderfully weird… What a glorious feline creature… she’s so fucking hot! As his tongue glides along the girl’s beautiful slender body and slides between her heaving breasts to lave her arching throat, Ram’yana doesn’t bother to question the provenance of the lewdly appreciative thoughts that accompany his impassioned actions. The young shaman is barely able to contain the impending explosion of his swelling jism as his amazing girlfriend milks him for all she’s worth.
He kisses Natasha’s pouting pink lips and their tongues swirl together while they both pound the girl toward the blinding summit of ecstatic oblivion. He puzzles at her unnatural need for self-gratification with the slim white stick, while his large live cock is ready to fill her to capacity. Surely she wants me to make love with her properly? At the very instant he begins to entertain the notion of climbing atop her and pinning her to the bed with his flaming erection, she grips his meaty cock tightly and slides its length up against her inner thigh.
The incredibly arousing teen trembles and wriggles beneath him within her long dark sheath of hair, and the Centraxian shaman barely holds himself back from squeezing between the tipsy pre-orgasmic girl’s parted legs and ramming his manhood all the way up inside her. Her nipples are hard peaks pressing through her rainbow bikini, and they sear flaming trails across his naked chest while the young lovers moan into each other’s mouths.
Ram’yana can’t easily conceive the possibility that his organ has grown so large since they last met that the petite younger girl might find it daunting. She’s still afraid to fuck a real live male, he tells himself. She’s terrified I’ll open her womb and plant my fertile swimming sperm inside her… Natasha presses his crown against her clitoris while they both fuck her into a frothing frenzy with her fast-flying broomstick. He retains enough sense to marvel at his good fortune - and as he pleasures the girl with her homemade sex toy her eyes fly open and squeeze shut repeatedly as her feminine moans fill his mouth.
The teenage mage is so rock-hard and horny that he can barely restrain himself from casting the stick aside and taking its usurping place inside the luscious young girl. He knows he can’t wait much longer. He needs to feel the horny young female’s inner muscles caressing his cock –he’s craved to be nestled between her thighs like this for years. As Natasha rolls her saturated love button around the hypersensitive cap of her lover’s long ramrod, he can hardly restrain himself from pressing her smooth thighs apart. He imagines taking her right now - spreading her silky surfaces wide for his entry with a sudden motion of his furry legs. He can almost feel his cock sliding up inside her with a single swift thrust - before she has a chance to object or forestall her defloration for another unbearable instant - and imagines the sensation of his thickly swollen hardness moving inside the besotted girl while she’s lost in the blessed throes of an uninterruptible climax.
As he lies atop the younger teen and presses his torso full length against her tiny buxom frame, he knows that’s all it would take – with one swift motion he could take her prized virginity from the beautiful girl of his dreams, and feel her coming beneath and around him in an unstoppable sexual frenzy. Make her come first, an inner voice advises. And be sure to fill her with your cock when she does, another part of the young shaman insists. What difference would it make if she was squeezing those liquid muscles around a real live cock when she comes? Why waste her unsurpassable young passion on an unresponsive dildo?
Just as he’s certain that the temptation is about to become unendurable, the groaning girl unleashes his animal self from the chains and fetters of his straining threadbare conscience. “Ohh! Fuck me!” she screams, “Ream my barrel with your ramrod, ohh my darling, my man, my brother, my lover, ohh fuck me! Fuck me now!”
Take her slowly, Ram’yana tells himself, but his thoughts don’t emerge from compassionate regard for his girlfriend’s tender maidenhead; You’re so out of it you’ll come too quickly… He staggers to his feet beside the bed while he continues to pleasure Natasha with random jerks of the staff, trembling with anticipation as he prepares to mount the orgasmic girl with unseemly haste.
When he sheds the negligible robe with an absent-minded shrug his erection stands so hard and tall it curves up into his belly button. Her words almost fail to slow his advance as he pushes his engorged horn down against the fur lining of her vulva and prepares to pull the dildo from her irresistible loins. “Ooh yeah, oh man, my sweet man, fuck me with that flyin’ broomstick!” The half-drunk and thoroughly stoned teenage shaman reels over the body of the writhing younger girl, and steadies himself amid a giddy rush of dizziness as he leans on the long wooden handle; he’s amazed by the strength of her inner muscles even as he’s blinded by the tumult of his sudden whiteout.
The plastic cock slides right down into her widespread loins, disappearing all the way up to the last red circle - and Natasha’s legs bow out in a sudden spasm as she screams loudly enough to frighten the dead and wake the horses. Her tremendous groan is subsumed by an ululating cry and her lithe form bucks around in a tremulous writhing that announces the excruciating intensity of her soul-rending orgasm. As the gorgeous girl reaches the peak of her screaming passion her unsated young lover climbs onto the slim bouncing bed and parts her trembling thighs wide with his bony knees. An inner voice counsels restraint while he reaches for Natasha’s alluring sem-naked body and shivers with unrequited lust. Wait, or you’ll come in her straight away; you want it to last, to go on forever…
Nasher quickens the speed of her frenzied masturbation, using both hands to pleasure herself as he twists the small girl’s body around the dildo that’s still fully embedded in her tight little belly. He manhandles her into position on her narrow childhood bed, readying her for her first experience of the ‘real thing’ while she screams into the suburban night. His thoughts urge him on; She’s almost ready, and you’re going to get to fuck her at last... As her smooth shaven legs wrap around his back to draw him closer, her lover pulls the staff all the way out of her grasping slick lips, and he hesitates for an unendurable moment before plunging it deep inside her again. She won’t mind…
The hard plastic cock dives through the tender intricacies of the quivering orgasmic girl while he rams its slim length between her clenching muscles, cramming it inside her as deeply as he dares. Nasher won’t care if you don’t wait… Not now! He twists the dildo around in a complete circle before priming her tight cylinder her with a forceful volley of stabs, timing his thrusts to the rapidity of her gasps. “That’s it,” she cries, “Ofuck, uhh, ofuckofuck that’s it, unghh, fuck me, fuck me, o yess, FUCK ME!”
The horny little princess thrashes in the candlelight while the young magician’s painfully engorged erection throbs to the beat of her lust and his heart pounds with the immanence of his expectation. Move in time with her breath and only enter her as she comes, Ram’s inner daemon insists as he plunges the long-handled fetish through his screaming girlfriend’s innards and her heels drum an equally rapid beat on his ribcage. He’s surprised at how thoroughly he enjoys giving her what she wants - pinning the smaller girl to the bed beneath thrusts that overpower all her restraint, and which sorely test his own. When he feels his impending explosion subside to the point where he trusts he won’t disgrace himself by coming too quickly, he grasps his cock in his free hand while Nasher’s fingers swirl around her clitoris.
“O my god,” she cries, “mmm, it’s like uhh y’can feel zactly what I want, uhh, thass it, uhh, that’s it… that’s just uhhuh how I want it, unghh…” Her athletic little body writhes as she dances around the long white pole in an unrestrained fit of intoxicated abandon, impaling herself on the broomstick as she gasps and fingers herself toward a deeper level of climactic oblivion. “Uhnn… oh yess, uhh uhh, this is how I wan’ it, unhh, jus’ lyin’ back and uhh uhnn bein’ nailed by a strong sensitive male who knows what I want… Ohh fuckofuckoyeah! While I bring myself off, uhh unhh oohh…”
“Come, baby,” he entreats her; “Really come for me…” Her slim legs rise and straighten out as she places her ankles on Ram’s shoulders, pressing the end of the piledriving broomstick into his long mane; one slim sticky-fingered hand rises to grip the bedhead while another rotates with eye-blurring speed. “Ohh! Oh yeah, uhh uh uhh, another man is in me, mmm, ohh… mm, uhh… fuckin’ me with my swizzle stick!” He feels the sucking strength of her inner muscles pulling the shaft around in his hands as she writhes and fucks her boy-toy, and Nasher’s gasping encouragements abruptly transform into inarticulate panting shrieks. A deep pressure fills Ram’s spinning head and his ears begin ringing as he aims his swollen erection in the direction of Natasha’s well-primed loins, while her words echo around his befuddled brain.
Someone else has done this with you? The shaman considers Nasher’s revealing comment, and momentarily withdraws into the cavern of his cranium while his cock snuggles into her pubic curls. He observes himself pleasuring the young girl through obstructing veils of intoxicated lusty confusion, and witnesses the indescribable joy of Natasha’s climax writ large upon her beautiful elfin face. Some other guy?
She said she’s never had the real thing, the mage reassures his egocentric teenage self, recalling select portions of the drunken girl’s earlier heartfelt declarations. She said she wanted me to be her first… Ram’s rigid manhood slides beside Nasher’s sex-wet inner thigh while his crown burrows against the place where the furnace of her overheated loins stretches around the slowly warming lump of plastic. But not until tomorrow, he reminds himself while her slickly wet torrid labia stretch and thrust beside his cock. A jolt of electricity sears a course up his spine as he shifts his rigid pole from the unendurable temptation of her inner vaginal lips, and rubs his tumescence between her furry shaft-filled vulva and her securely fastened thigh. Relax, a cool inner voice advises. Soon…
The sleek undersides of Natasha’s legs strain against Ram’s belly and chest and the bared cheeks of her bum flex against his thighs as he pins her to the bed and presses her down into the pillows. He spears his young lover with more care than she appears to desire, and becomes cautious whenever the staff threatens to bottom out within her relentless inward grip. You’ll have her soon… The young mage times his thrusts to her bellowing breaths as Nasher begins to scream with a vibrant yowling pitch that rises to shattering heights, and her shriek twists through his musically trained ears like a burning hot wire. All the way…
Until this moment the precociously sexual young teen has hovered on the threshold of a truly mind-blowing climax, vibrating at the scintillating edge of a precipice without quite flying over the edge. The long-haired hippy shaman witnesses the pinkly flushed girl’s utterly vulnerable exposure as she shivers and shimmies at the white-hot apex of time-defeating sexual rapture. The ongoing scream pours from her throat in an apparently endless stream as she comes and comes in a strident screech of ecstatic thanksgiving. Natasha flies into the white-hot core of her inner furnace, and the frantic girl is swiftly lost in blown-away sexual Nirvana. She dissolves inside the ravaging tempest of her truly full-blown orgasm – the one she’s been working her stoned mind and drunken body up to all through the evening, while her lover has pleasured her enticing young form and sampled her addictively flavoursome substance and substances.
While he watches utterly unrestrained passions contort her beauteous face, Ram’yana kneels between his girl’s thighs and resists twin temptations that goad from the open cell doors of his alcohol-liberated hindbrain. He ignores the base suggestions to drive the slick white plastic lump all the way up beyond the last circle of heaven, and just manages to hold his blood-swollen phallus beside her widespread pink lips without ramming it straight up into the orgasmic teen’s belly in place of the smaller replica.
He barely summons the restraint required to hold his rigid erection at bay beside her mesmerising threshold, though he yearns to replace the artificial cock with the real thing. He craves the unparalleled sensation of his horny little girlfriend’s tautly stretching succulent heat – the ripe pink juicy quim he remembers from fumbling manual forays in their earlier years, when the teens were both much younger. He feels as though he’s about to explode with the desperate need to fuck the gorgeous girl, and almost presses his unsated pole up between Natasha’s helplessly pinned thighs while his heavier frame presses down on her thighs, calves and breasts.
He’s a hair’s breadth from wrapping the beautiful babe’s hot little bod around his big hard cock and pounding her into the bouncy mattress. He longs to take her virginity and wind her sleek flesh around his swollen length - to feel her stretch herself across the rack of his masculine frame, while she comes and screams and grasps him with all her inward strength and fury. Ram lusts for Natasha with all the craven intensity of a teenager in heat as his rock-hard cock slides against her enticingly silky vagina.
The intoxicated youngster barely manages to restrain himself and merely remain poised at the ready. He presses his cock against her naked loins while he tries to imagine the satisfying feel of her orgasmic flesh and rapturous face coming with him, all around him, as they’re blown away together in blessed simultaneous climax. He holds himself back with the fraying thread of Nasher’s promise – that he can finally take her freshly ripened cherry with honourable abandon, if he only waits ’til the morrow as she’d asked.
He doesn’t know if he can wait that long to feel her clamping inner musculature sucking on his rearing blood-hot phallus. Soon… Insinuative ideas continue to slither up and down the steps of his maze-like mental cellars, while Natasha’s shrieks slowly subside into breathless moans. Soon… that tight little female is going to be wrapped around your cock, doing that with you… any second, if you want…
Ram’s erection burns with a rigidly painful heat as it brushes against the sticky mat of Natasha’s pubic hair. You want her… so take her… Smooth damp thighs flex against his cock when her legs squeeze closed around the dildo to grasp the shaft more tightly inside her clenching vulva. “Fuck me!” she screams with arms akimbo and florid breasts heaving – so he does, in an unrestrained frenzy of stabbing thrusts. She’ll want it when you’re inside her…
A wave of masculine power begins to fill the young shaman with overweening strength as he bears down on the smaller girl and spears her with the long white shaft. Fuck her…Nasher’s slender legs strain up against his chest and belly as Ram’s cock see-saws past her already filled loins, and he becomes immersed in a swelling aura of self-important pride. The alluring teen’s eyes are squeezed shut to the flickering light and his lustful sight, and her tongue lolls from her panting mouth; the scent of Cointreau leads a wave of alcoholic odours that bathe him in the drunken girl’s rapid exhalations. Fuck her now, while she’s horny and ready… His acculturated mind becomes enmeshed in a patriarchal net of egocentric visions and overbearing impulses, and veers across the verge of teenage lust - hurtling toward the brink of sexual fantasies which are far less savoury.
The loathsome thought-programs steer him towards chasms of pseudo-sexual desperation that make such simple immoralities as taking Natasha’s virginity while she’s drunk and stoned - and pinned helplessly beneath him - seem a relatively wholesome pursuit. Malformed cadences of voyeuristic bondage work their way into the young shaman’s enflamed awareness as the horny little girl’s firm round buttocks squirm against his testicles and his crown slides up past her clitoris. Go on… don’t wait until she’s asleep…
He pumps Natasha into a frothing series of moans that pass through her squirming flesh in intensifying waves as he holds her down beneath him. He caresses his girlfriend’s newly bounteous bulging breasts - squeezed roundly together between her pinned knees – and slides the stretchy fabric across one of her freshly enlarged mounds until the naked flesh of her hard little nipple slips between his lips. He tongues the moaning teen’s nubbin and licks his way up her long throat to her gasping mouth, while he positions his cock for a rapid entry and prepares to pull the broomstick from her grasp. Nasher’s shoulders press down into the pillows beneath her elongated shinbones as her amorous boyfriend sucks her tongue into his mouth.
The primeval atavism that lurks on the edge of Ram’s intoxicated imagination finally begins to alarm him. He slides his cock up beneath the stretching strap of her bikini briefs, which pins his length onto her undulating belly. He starts to slow the pace of his avid manual humping but Natasha bucks beneath him, squeezing his cock betwixt her juice-slicked thighs and fucking the broomstick with urgent unrequited need. Her tongue slithers from his lips as she cries, “Ohh, don’ stop now!”
The girl’s elfin face rocks from side to side within the enveloping sheath of her hair as a mighty high-pitched roar erupts from her open mouth. She squeezes her breasts between widely splayed clawing fingers and devours the hard plastic lingam with deep swallows that pull the device into her very core, against all the strength of Ram’s determined grip. He watches in awed exultation as his inspiring lover rides her broomstick to a sphincter-clenching climax, quenching the writhing heat of her thrusting young body with a drenching orgasm that floods his loins and the bed with her fluids.
Natasha fills her large house with her strident shrieks and her lusty love-song pours through the open French doors of her bedroom to echo around the entire moonlit street. Her lover is certain her screams of orgasmic delight must surely be indistinguishable from life-threatening cries of agony to her nearby well-heeled neighbours – and when she presses her moaning mouth against his lips her commotion is only partly stifled by his tongue. He bears down on her breasts and buns, and she sinks into the mattress while he keeps reaming her with long slow thrusts.
The young hippy watches Nasher’s eyes squeeze shut as another rapid flush of blood spreads beneath her skin, rushing up the petit curves of her face as she breaks their kiss to loose another wide-mouthed and open throated scream. Her cries are so loud the young man stops impaling her for an instant, and her bucking young body continues fucking itself in an automatic feeding frenzy. She writhes and twists around the hard lumpy locus of her desire while Ram holds the rod immobile inside the ineluctable secret strength of her hot wet tender nest. When he starts moving the stick inside her again she gradually subsides into a slowly rocking, tautly stretched supine mass of heaving pink flesh, panting inaudible words at him as her eyes roll around slowly behind their lids. “Come in m’mouth,” she breathes in long drawn-out sigh. She licks her lips; “In my mouth…”
Ram’yana shifts the broomstick with a sudden sideways motion as his painful erection glides from beneath the skimpy bikini strap. He nudges Natasha’s ankles from his shoulders and clambers around atop her heaving supine body. “Mm… yess,” she murmurs up into his belly, “Ohh yeah… come in m’ mouth…” Without further ado her lover shifts around on the narrow bed until he proffers the impressive length of his hard young cock to the blinking young teen. The nubile long haired vixen’s eyes glitter up at him in the dim reflected candlelight as she pulls long dark strands of hair from her sex-swollen lips. “I’ll swallow you deep…”
Natasha’s mouth snuffles up into his scrotum and her tongue lashes the full length of his rigid erection; Ram’yana well recalls her precocious talent for fellatio when they were barely post-pubescent youngsters. She grasps his engorged pole in her hot little hands and in an instant the thoughtful girl has slipped his crown through the unbelievably tight vice of her lips. The dildo hangs forgotten, dangling from her vulva as Ram’s hands caress the slender lengths of her limbs and rove across the near-naked softnesses of her untamable young body. Her tongue swivels around his swollen glans for an inexpressibly wondrous interval before she begins fucking half his rigid length, squeezing it betwixt the elastic ring of her lips to fill the entire wet cavern of her beauteous sucking mouth.
Her enraptured young man twists around and kneels athwart Nasher’s face until his eyes fix on her furry wide-stretched labia, and he revels in the sensation of screwing her talented mouth. He leans forward, partially supporting his weight on the pole that rises with her bucking hips, while she engulfs his hypersensitised cock and grunts at the renewed pressure inside her belly. Her tongue laves his length as his engorged flesh glides down her throat. Ram’yana pushes right down into the grasping rings of her juicy throat muscles, not missing a beat as he keeps pleasuring her with the plastic dildo.
“Oh princess,” he moans when she pulls back along his shaft for a well-earned gasp of breath. “Goddess…” His tender head slips past her lips while her hands slide rapidly along his exposed flesh, until he feels the incredible liquid heat of her mouth rise to fully envelop him once more. He kneels on the pillows and presses down into her throat while the thoughtful teen keeps her teeth well away from his manhood. He fucks her face while he fucks her with the dildo and suckles on her clitoris; after an unbelievably long interlude of throat-clenching fellatio and manually assisted cunnalingus, Natasha pulls back and Ram’s cock slips from her lips when she falls back into the nest of pillows and snatches a gasp of air.
He rebalances his weight on her half-naked breast while he pleasures her loins with a languorous rhythm. “Oh yess,” she gasps, “Oh fuck me…” So he does, reaming her with ever more rapid thrusts of the broomstick. “Oh fuck oh ohh oh yeah… ohh yeah… now come in me!” Nasher winks up at him while she grabs his cock firmly and plants the serpentine head of his shaft between her pouting lips.
I must be alive… I couldn’t be dreaming this… It’s so fucking intense… the shaman’s mind returns to a recurrent theme even as he feels the indescribable lustre of Natasha’s beautiful little mouth encasing his swollen summit once more. I could never imagine something… someone as glorious as her… as this… He encircles both her legs with a sweep of his arm and pulls them around beneath him again.
She hooks her slim ankles over Ram’s shoulders and her knees flare apart when he bears down to jam his full thick length down into her swallowing throat muscles. Nasher holds her ankles wide with her hands while he fills her with both poles at once and her eyes goggle up at him as she gargles around his thickness. He pulls out to give the talented girl a breath of air and leans straight back into her mouth. Her nostrils flare while he savours the tongue lashing she begins giving his glans while she suckles on its bulging spongy mass. He resumes fucking the girl with the relentless long strokes she’d earlier craved, when she first showed him how to slip the plastic replica all the way up inside her.
His belly encounters the hard points of Natasha’s naked nipples when she slides her round mounds from their confining harness. She squeezes her breasts up against him, and her nails dig into his buttocks as she pulls him down into her. He moves the shaft more deeply inside her bucking loins, fucking her in time with the snorts that erupt from her nose as she demonstrates her hard-won deep throat technique - which he remembers so well from their sweaty trysts in the moonlit scrubby wilderness.
He turns around on top of her again and she almost gags when he bends to squeeze his face toward her dark fulsome bush, while his tongue curls around her panic button beside the thrusting lance. Natasha’s hands pull his buttocks down until her nostrils snort into his scrotum, and tight rings of clenching muscle squeeze round his saliva-soaked manhood in close semblance of a tight vagina’s hotly lubricious constrictions. He’s careful to recoil up her clamping tunnel when he fills her entirely, and his furry balls roll up across her distending upper lip and flaring nostrils as he begins his long emergence from her throat.
The young man becomes lost in the sizzling reality of feeling and filling the presumably inexperienced young girl, and she erupts into intermittent stentorian gasps each time he pulls out of her throat. He can’t bring himself to pull his knob completely from her lips as she sucks air around the meaty bulb and tongues the eye of his serpent inside her wet mouth. He reams her with the full length of his rampant young manhood again and at last, after years of nocturnal longings for these same fondly recalled sensations. He’s yearned to be with her, making love with the sweet nubile Nasher again after so long – being sucked into ecstasy by the nubile girl of his adolescent dreams come true. A troublesome thought flits through his mind as he revels in carnal delight; But what if this is just a dream? It’s so damned convenient – and almost too fucking good to be real…
Then again… Natasha’s teeth gently clamp around the base of his cock and the shaman is recalled to the reality of their interlocked bodies when he realizes she’s running out of air again. If it was a dream I’d be fucking her… Gasping moans flow from the flushed brunette while he prods her toward the brink of further ecstasy. She pulls him right down into her mouth again as his extended tongue encounters her curly pubes and resumes teasing her clitty. That hash was so strong… or maybe I drank far too much… He’s never before experienced such a blinding blaze of sheer sexual intensity, and soon feels the warning tickle of an impending orgasm as he presses her head down into the pillows and crams his engorgement all the way down her slim throat once more.
Nasher moans around his thickness and her hips rise and fall at such a frenzied pace that his mouth loses contact with her clitty. It hardly matters to the girl as she grunts and bears down on the plastic phallus with all her astounding inner strength, gagging around his mass through the climactic groaning nymphomania of her latest climactic epiphany. After an immeasurable eternity of animalistic thrashing and deeply satisfying sucking, Ram’s teenage lover subsides beneath his wiry frame while he slowly pistons through her mouth and throat, trying to hold back his explosion to make the blissful moments last a few seconds longer. Nymphomaniacs make the best girlfriends; While he feels the salty tide swelling in his balls the shaman recalls the sage advice of his irreverent smirking Marconian mentor. God how I want to fuck her!
Nothing in the world could convince the inebriated teenager to slide all the way out of Nasher’s lubricious mouth - save the enticing notion of filling her untried loins with his cock, instead of reaming her barrel with the unfeeling broomstick. Slide into her when she starts to come again... The sinuous thought is almost lost in the swirling vortex of his overloaded senses. Mount her while she’s coming… wide open and horny for more… The recurrent idea is incredibly temping, inspiring the intoxicated young hippy to begin fucking his girl with more sensitive strokes of the broomstick - to induce another mind-blowing, spine-arching climax in the wondrous body of his responsive young mate.
Save your seeds for her unopened womb… don’t spill them down her gullet… The idea booms inside Ram’s cranium, and as the young shaman breathes deep into his belly to hold himself back he begins to notice the unfamiliar tenor of the internal voice’s imperative tones - and the unusual wording of the internal spiel that’s altering the course of his actions. Take your time… make her quiver with anticipation… He decides to follow the sound advice and forgets the vague qualms and queries of his intoxicated dichotomous mind.
The drunken youth is considerate enough to give the girl ample time to gasp a few gouts of air, leaving some space between deep plunging dives that completely fill her throat and block her tight airways. Such a horny little fox… a real Jewish princess… He puzzles at the term for an instant – it isn’t one he usually uses in word or thought - before returning to the inexpressibly vivid reality of Nasher’s lips stretching around his irrepressible horniness. Come inside her tight little pussy… He feels her body relax beneath him; feels her surrender to the imperative of his larger form as he begins to fuck her mouth and loins with counterpoint thrusts, rocking back and forth astride her face. He becomes fully engaged and engorged with the urgent demands of the lividly visceral sensations; Ram closes his eyes to immerse himself in the satiation of his volcanic lust while Nasher’s taut throat squeezes around his rigid length and her slender neck swells around his blood-engorged flesh.
As he stretches all her lips wide and fills the girl from both ends at once, the mesmerising minutes stretch and warp in the candlelit night. While the teenage shaman pleasures himself within Natasha’s sex-heated flesh and baptises his erection in her lubricious fluids, he fails to notice the evidence of her gradually slowing movements. It’s all he can do to hold back from the brink of pressing his balls right down into her face and exploding into her throat. When he finally realizes the drunken girl has passed out there’s no way of knowing how long she’s been asleep or unconscious, while he’s continued to exult in the heated bath of her glorious suction.
The sighing hippy slowly draws his swollen length back up the clamping tube of her throat until Natasha suckles upon his velvet crown - automatically sucking on an oversized teat that fills her mouth as completely as a nipple fills the mouth of a sleeping newborn baby. Ram’s cock vibrates with scintillating heat as he tries to hold back the jism that threatens to spurt through the rubber-like ring of the girl’s elastic lips. His swimming eyes wander from her pouting mouth and caress her perspiration-smeared body; they swirl around a pink nipple that juts athwart its partial confinement and his sight comes to rest against the dainty bow that holds her bikini pants to her ripe little hips.
What a babe… The semi-transparent rainbow veil stretches around the pole which invades the unconscious teen’s damp pelt; the broomstick flops toward the bedclothes and emerges halfway from her sticky sleeping loins as Ram’yana releases his grip on the handle. Strip her... The narrow scrap of coloured cloth conceals and reveals her most private charms in equal measure. Strip her and fuck her, right now… The idea is as unsubtle as the one which follows in its seamy steamy train; Wake her up while your big hard cock is gliding through her tight little virgin pussy...
The sight of the beautiful girl’s glorious elfin body stretched out in pliant and recumbent near-nakedness on the bed beneath him is an unendurable temptation. Or fuck her for as long as you want while she’s totally out of it… While the horny young shaman wrestles with his demons, Nasher moans in her sleep and her delectable little mouth squeezes around his most sensitive membranes; an irresistible suction threatens to draw his jism from his roots. Fuck her now… here’s your chance… Ram your cock into her and come right up inside her tight fucking belly!
He shivers with anticipation while his thickness pulls back through the tight ring of his unconscious girlfriend’s suckling lips. Maybe this is just a dream after all… His hands caress the perspiration-drenched silky surfaces of her fine unmoving body as he inhales the glorious sex-charged scents of the younger teen’s alcohol-laced fragrance. Might as well make the most of it.
As his cock slips out of her mouth her tongue slithers forth to lick its shiny tip. “Don’ stop,” she mumbles. “Keep fucking me…”
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