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The Sea Witch: A Fantasy 2/3
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The Sea Witch - Part 2 of 3
But she knew however much she'd enjoy the simplest of
orgasms, there was nothing to compare with having a man really
screwing her. And if she couldn't have that yet, then she still
wasn't going to settle for having her hole grasping at emptiness.
She released her hold on her pussy lips, still working her clit
with her right hand, hips still pumping in rhythm. Her left
hand, now free, traveled even further downward. She touched her
hole with her index finger, going just a little inside, enjoying
the sensation from the interior. Then she added her middle
finger, brushing against the tightness of the opening, and again
savouring the sensation. Her hips bobbed up and down, still
gaining momentum, as she worked her clit quickly and roughly now.
She inserted the two fingers deeper into the channel, sliding
them all the way in, pressing on sensitive spots within the
walls. Then she began to simulate the fucking motion of a hard
cock, in and out, in and out, sliding her fingers from the
entrance until she felt them hit her cervix, and back out again.
Along the way, she made sure to touch her g-spot, intensifying
the sensation ten-fold.
She was working herself hard with both hands now, rubbing
furiously on her clit as her two fingers fucked into her like a
cock. Her hips jerked wildly in response, going down on her
fingers as they would have a hard cock, rubbing up against her
other hand as she diddled on her clit. Her breasts stood up as
the blood engorged them, nipples pointing straight toward the
moon overhead. She bit her lip against the small grunting cries
that tried to issue from her throat, but still she heard them,
quiet, for her own ears alone. Her hand slid in and out of her
cunt, faster and faster, in time with the other's movement over
her clit. She could feel herself getting close now. And still
the pace sped up.
The grunting was audible now, not enough to carry down the
beach, but enough that she no longer had to strain to hear it.
Her hand pumped deep into her hole, hitting the cervix, and back
out again. In again, and out again. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Her
hand rubbed on her clit, so fast she was no longer conscious of
any rhythm or plan to the movements. Her hips jerked, slamming
her down again and again on her own fingers. Oh, here it came.
The fingers pumped roughly in and out. The fingers rubbed fast
enough to start a fire. It built and built and built. Uh. Uh.
Uh. Uh. It peaked. Her hand rubbed so fast she could no longer
distinguish one finger from another. The hand inside her
proclaimed the muscle contraction on its outer surface even as
she felt it begin from within the muscles themselves. It rolled
over the peak, and started a fast downhill tumble.
Her hand no longer worked inside her. It was still as the
muscles clasped at it again and again, strongly then more weakly.
Her other hand still rubbed at her clit, carrying the orgasm on
as long as it could, still stimulating the contractions as she
held her breath in the ecstasy of the long downhill roll.
Muscles still clenched at the fingers inside her. Then, finally,
the contractions died down to a rhythmic murmur from within her
and against the trapped hand, and she stopped rubbing her clit.
Her breathing and heartbeat were racing from the exertion. Her
hips were sore from the pounding upon the sand.
She pulled her fingers free from her hole, hearing the
slippery sound as they left the river of juice between her
thighs. Released by the removal of the pseudo-cock, it raced
down onto the sand, leaving a nice big wet spot below her
buttocks as the sand soaked up the pussy juice. She lay there in
the sand, eyes still closed, as the high of the orgasm wore off.
Her breasts were sore from their earlier punishment and from the
sensitivity their engorged state had carried. The orgasmic
rhythm still pounded within them, and from inside her pussy.
As her mind began to clear from the orgasmic ecstasy, a
half-formed thought appeared: if her spell carried to her a man
who could understand her body and his own well enough to give her
that kind of overwhelming orgasm, while pounding her body with
his hard cock, she might never get another word written. She
would end up spending every moment of the rest of her life
fucking and coming. And coming and fucking. And fucking and
coming... The thought drifted slowly away as an energy lull hit
her. Fucking and coming.
A mouth on her breast. A finger tracing its way up her
slit, through the river of woman's cum. The images floated
through her mind, projected on the screen at the back of her
closed eyelids. Fucking and coming. Her breasts swelled and her
nipples hardened again at the thought and the image. The flood
between her legs picked up again. Just fucking and coming. Her
heartbeat sped up again, taking her breathing with it. The
images were vibrant, almost real. It had to be the magic
working, drawing her lover to her.
It was magic, as she again felt the mouth on her breast, the
finger working its slow progress up her slit. She raised her
chest against the loving mouth, pressing it harder against her
breast. And the sensation was real. Her eyes popped open,
startled. She was still in the grips of the post-orgasmic fugue,
and it didn't occur to her to be frightened, only startled. As
the world outside her body and mind made itself known all at
once, she knew only that the mouth and hand touching here were
not fantasy, but that of human male, as real and physical as she
was. Her eyes finally focused and her brain made some sense of
what they saw. The mouth suckling on her naked breast was not
visible. Instead there was a veil of copper hair which hid the
mouth and face, and puddled on her chest. But she knew that
fiery hair.
Ah, that was the face of the creature, the intense
smoldering look as he peered out from his hair, upward to lock
eyes with her, her nipple still clenched firmly by his lips. He
sucked lightly upon it, holding her gaze. Then she felt his
teeth graze the hard tip, and he was lost to her sight as she
rolled her head back, enjoying the feeling.
All the while, a finger continued to stroke her slit,
spreading the moisture around her pussy. She moved to pull the
beautiful face toward her, wanting to feel his lips on her own,
to have his tongue thrusting into her mouth. It was then she
noticed that he had one hand on her other breast, resting there
without moving. As she took that in, he began to knead her tit
with his hand. His other hand took up the movement on her other
tit, its nipple still worked by his lips, teeth and tongue. She
raised up again, pressing her chest against his mouth and hands.
Her slit mourned the loss of the playing finger. Her juices
still dripped down onto the sand beneath her. She wanted him to
work all of her at once, to continue the loving ministrations on
her tits, but also to have him fill her mouth with his tongue,
and her cunt with his fingers or cock. She reached again to pull
him towards her face, but her shoulders were pressed gently back
to the sand, and her face aimed towards the sky. It wasn't the
moon that filled her vision then, but a doppleganger, a double.
The man who even now moved to suckle her other tit, who had
always had both of his hands on her tits, was also looking down
on her from above. Distracted by her own body's reacting to the
tit sucking, it took a long moment for her to remember that the
Gods had seen fit to give two men this same face and body.
By then, his lips were crushed to hers, opening her mouth
with his tongue. She responded instantaneously, caressing his
probing tongue with her own, opening to his movements. He took
her lips between his, kissing her with a wet, open-mouthed
movement, and again twirling his tongue around hers. She reached
for him, pulling his face to her own, pressing him to her. Their
lips locked together, pressing almost cruelly against one
another. As they pulled free of one another, she held his face
for a second, keeping him from pulling out of reach. She planted
a sweet kiss on each of his eyelids, and another on his lips. He
gave her a dazzling smile, and bent to her ear. "I am Julian,"
he whispered softly, pausing to kiss her ear. "My brother is
Daniel," he continued. "And we are both desperately..." He
kissed her jaw. "...hopelessly..." He mouthed her chin.
"...and enthusiastically..." He pressed his lips to hers, fixed
her with his eyes, and seductively said: "yours."
She did not know how it had happened, or what it really
meant, but it didn't matter. There was magic here, but these two
were not bespelled. It was sea magic, sex magic, and most of
all, human magic.
Julian pulled his lips from hers, moving toward her feet.
Or rather, her pussy. The extra hand had been his, and he was
returning to finish the job he'd started. Daniel worked his way
up her chest using his tongue to caress the soft skin. When he
finally reached her lips, he sank quickly into the slow, deep
kissing his twin had performed. There were definite differences,
she could already see. Daniel's hand still clasped her left tit,
massaging it lightly. Obviously tits were his favorite thing
about a woman. His kisses were softer and sweeter than his
brother's. His lips and tongue didn't demand, they coaxed. He
didn't invade, but requested an invitation. It was an easy way
to lose oneself in the sense experience. It seemed like they had
been kissing for hours, and neither of them were even beginning
to be bored with the interplay of lips and tongues. And his
hands still caressed her breasts, working the nipples with his
thumbs until they were solid little nubs under his touch.
She might have lost herself to his kisses, but Julian
obviously had other things in mind. His fingers began to caress
her slit again, roving up and down, carrying the moisture around
her whole pussy, drenching what little of her sex wasn't already
soaked. He probed lightly into the very edge of the opening with
his fingers, making her arch up to meet his hand. He withdrew
them, giving her a quick, light pinch on the ass to let her know
he wanted to have free reign with his exploration and torment of
her cunt.
He pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand, using the
other to lift her clit for his inspection. He didn't pinch her
when her hips rode up again, knowing she couldn't help it. He
poked two fingers into her cunt opening again, inserting them an
inch or more into the hole, then spreading them wide, stretching
her opening as wide as he could without hurting her, and peering
inside. Daniel continued his slow, soft kisses, and she finally
managed to split her attention between the two sets of
sensations. Julian's examination of her cunt continued, as he
replaced his fingers with his tongue. The taste-test was
obviously a success, as he eagerly began to suck and lap at her
pussy, collecting the overflowing juices with his tongue. He
covered her clit and as much of her pussy lips as he could with
his mouth, sucking softly while stroking her clit with his
tongue. Her hips were no longer fighting to stay on the sand,
but rising rhythmically as his tongue worked her clit. She
groaned into Daniel's busy mouth when the mouth left her pussy.
Daniel worked with hands, tongue and lips to divert her attention
from the loss. But it wasn't necessary.
Julian had two fingers at her opening again. This time,
they entered, but didn't stop their progress into her hole until
his fingertips hit her cervix. He probed around inside her with
his fingers, making her squirm in pleasure as he located her
g-spot and a few minor pleasure points. Daniel held her pinned
to the sand with his own weight on her chest, otherwise the
thrashing Julian was inducing might have tossed Daniel clear off
of her. He wasn't going to let that happen, and redoubled his
efforts at pleasuring her with his hands, lips and tongue.
Between the two of them, they had her moaning. Daniel
kissed and probed at her mouth, and caressed her wonderful tits.
Julian explored her hole, first with his fingers, then with his
tongue. She'd almost thrown them both off when he'd inserted his
tongue into her cunt. He worked it inside of her like a
miniature penis, thrusting in and out, in and out, trying to poke
all of the little pleasure spots in the outer part of her hole.
He held her legs down, spread wide apart on the sand, diving his
tongue into her juicy hole while she writhed under him and his
twin. She was panting now, moaning with the pleasure that he was
inducing with his tongue. Daniel had given up on continuing his
own oral interchange, and went back to work on her tits with his
mouth and hands. Her breathing worked to push her tits up toward
his hands and mouth. He knew she wanted a little rough
treatment, and he obliged. His soft caresses took on a passion
and urgency, discarding any pretense at gentleness or reserve.
He squeezed her breasts hard. She moaned. Not in pain, but
pleasure. He twisted her nipples. Her panting increased. He
bit on the rock-hard tips. Lightly at first, then harder. She
pressed her chest even harder against his mouth.
Julian worked her pussy with his mouth and hands now. Three
fingers caressed her from the inside now, while his tongue and
lips worked her clit, keeping her hips arching rhythmically in
small quick movements. The hand inside her was drenched in her
fluids. Her clit was swollen to twice the size it had been when
he'd first started playing with her. He knew she was more than
ready.
Julian pulled one of her hands free from his brother's head.
She let him have it, not knowing what he had in mind, but
trusting him and wanting whatever he wanted her to do. He came
closer to her, kneeling at her side while Daniel continued his
ministrations at her tits. He brought her hand to his lips and
kissed it. She looked at him, watching his face as he pulled her
hand down toward the sand, and then she understood.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking
lightly up the shaft. He was already rock-hard, and she worried
at whether he'd have her jerk him off before she could get his
big cock inside her cunt. She wished he was in there now, but if
he thought her hand on his cock was right, then she trusted him.
She loosed Daniel's head completely, reaching her other hand down
for his cock. He was as big and hard as his twin, and he moaned
against her breast when she began stroking him up and down with
the same rhythm she stroked on Julian's cock. When she ran her
finger over the slit in the cock's head, his soft nibbling on her
nipple left her sensitive flesh clenched tightly between his
teeth. She moaned in pain, but he'd already released her, and
was making amends with his lips and tongue, running circles
around the hard nipple with his tongue while sucking lightly at
it with his mouth.
She continued to stroke both cocks lightly. She wanted them
inside her when they came, not spewing cum on the sand. She
hoped they weren't planning to waste their cum on the beach.
Julian had no intention of cumming in her hand. He knew his
tolerances down to the last second, and he wanted to be inside
the beautiful witch's cunt when he came. He and Daniel were
enough alike even in this that he knew Daniel could hold out as
long as he could himself. But that wasn't going to be much
longer, at the rate she was pumping on their cocks. He moved his
hand back to her pussy, starting the teasing and stimulation
again. Her clit had shrunk only a bit since he'd left it, and
his first touch brought it back to its engorged state. Her
thighs were coated in pussy juice from all of the stimulation,
and he began to spread it around her whole pussy again.
Daniel was still doing his best on her tits. He had one
breast mostly in his mouth. He'd taken in as much of it as he
could, and now he was working on it with his tongue. Her other
nipple was poking his hand, where it continued to squeeze and
massage her tit. They were both reddened now, from all the rough
handling. Her hand on his cock was rather distracting, but he
was managing to keep his focus on sucking her hard little tits.
If she didn't stop soon, though, he'd have to really work just to
keep himself from cumming right in her hand.
She continued to stroke them, feeling the cocks harden,
lengthen and arc upwards under her attention. She wanted them in
her. Both of them. And right now, neither of them were.
Julian's renewed torment of her cunt had her so hot she was ready
to skewer herself on whichever of their cocks was closer. And
Daniel's suckling on her tits was feeding right into her pussy.
As if he was reading her mind, Julian loosed her hand from his
cock. She took that as a signal to release Daniel as well, and
did so. At that, he raised up from his loving attention to her
tits, and one look at Julian let him know what his twin had in
mind. They raised her up to a kneeling position, her thighs
spread wide apart, facing Julian, as he continued to work her
slit with his hand. She was still arching forward a little to
meet his hand. Daniel grabbed her breasts from behind, crushing
and caressing them against her while he kissed and licked at her
shoulders and neck. She was whimpering in her need. That was
what they were waiting for.
Celena leaned back into Daniel's loving arms, letting him
support her weight while he continued to work her breasts. Her
cunt she ground into Julian's hand, hoping he'd realize that she
was more than ready for him to pound her with that big cock. He
must have, because he pulled his hand from her cunt, still
covered with her juices, and used it to pull her face toward him.
She leaned forward, pulling Daniel with her, taking her weight on
her arms. Julian kissed her, the demanding kisses he had given
before returned to captivate her. Daniel continued to caress her
breasts from behind. They stayed like this for what seemed an
eternity.
It was wonderful, but the dripping on her thighs reminded
Celena that what she wanted most of all was to have these two big
cocks fucking her, hard and rough. She continued to kiss Julian
passionately, their tongues a small parody of the in and out to
come. She reached behind her, grabbing Daniel's ass and pulling
him forward until his rigid cock poked her. She spread her legs
for him, and pulled him forward by his dick, pointing it at her
cunt. He was ready for her, and steadied himself, letting some
of his weight rest on her back, so that he could have his hands
free to continue to caress her tits. He pinched her nipples
lightly once, then pushed forward with his cock, inserting the
head into her pussy. She gasped with pleasure, wanting
desperately for him to thrust it into her fast and rough. Julian
continued to feed off of her mouth. She opened her eyes while
awaiting Daniel's next thrust, and found Julian looking at her,
passion seething from his eyes, as well as his kisses and tongue
thrusts.
Julian braced her by her shoulders, preparing her for
Daniel's next thrust. He knew from his intimate examination that
she was too small to take either of them easily. It wouldn't be
painful, but without all of that pussy juice flowing out of her,
it could well have been. Daniel leaned lightly against her back.
He took his hands from her breasts, hooking them over her
shoulders from underneath instead. She knew what was coming, and
to encourage him, pushed her ass back against his belly, telling
him with that gesture to hurry and fuck her hard. He knew what
she wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. Holding tightly
to her shoulders, he thrust deep into her, sinking his cock into
her right up to the hilt in one quick, violent movement. His
balls bumped up against her ass, and he felt her tighten with the
tension of being filled completely with his cock.
He moved his hands back to her breasts. Julian continued to
brace her, while he explored her mouth and face with his lips and
tongue. She split her focus again, mouthing at Julian as he
licked and kissed his way across her face, and back to her mouth
again. They were practically breathing for each other. Daniel's
hugely swollen cock impaled her from behind. She felt stuffed,
as the member continued to grow inside her. Her juices continued
to flow, and she could feel him pulling back to thrust again.
This time, she thought he really would pierce her heart. She was
panting from the strength of the sensations inside of her.
Julian busied himself licking around her jawline, and mouthing at
her lips. Once more, Daniel pulled back, thrusting home with a
force that knocked all three over onto the sand.
(Continued in Part 3)
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