Radley's Home for Horny Monsters, Annabelle Hawthorne [howl and other poems TXT] 📗

One hand slid across the head of his penis while the other one tugged gently at the skin beneath the head. He let both hands slide down the shaft with plenty of room to spare between them. A former girlfriend had once told him (upon breaking up) that a dick like his was a waste, because no girl ever got to use it.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He only found the courage to do this once every few weeks, which meant he was always extra sensitive. He ran his thumb gently over the head, flinching at the sudden intrusion of pleasure. He pictured the delivery girl in his mind, running his fingers down and across her slender hips, hearing her moan as he leaned in to suck on her neck. In his mind, he slid his hands underneath her shirt to play with her nipples, letting go to watch her kiss her way down the length of his body until she took him in her mouth.

The mind was a tricky thing. Mike let his brain rewind. This time, she was in a hurry, but she desperately needed to get fucked. Yanking her pants down, he took her roughly from behind, her soaking pussy squeezing hard on his dick. His brain tossed and turned over both possibilities, allowing him the luxury of both fantasies.

Grabbing the root of his cock, he squeezed hard. The the pressure slowly built inside, and his fantasies took hold as a warm mouth engulfed his cock, sucking it in hard.

Surprised, Mike opened his eyes to see a woman beneath the water’s surface, her hands pinned to his hips, her head bobbing up and down slowly on his dick. Her hair was light blue, the color of sapphires, and she appeared as if a ghost, the light of the room passing through her body. Confused, he withdrew a hand from the water and pinched his own cheek.

“Urgh!” That had hurt! He grabbed the side of the tub with one hand and fought to pull free. The woman beneath the water bobbed her head frantically, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she pulled him farther into the back of her throat. Gasping for air, Mike tried to slide away from her, this strange specter, but she clamped her hands against his ass and pulled his cock in as deep as it would go.

He had been too close to the edge already. Letting out a moan, Mike gripped the sides of the tub, his cock spurting out rope after rope of cum. Through her translucent body, he saw that his cum was filling her throat and traveling down to her stomach with each swallow. He gave up the struggle, the fight leaving him as her body became more solid. She continued to suck, and he grew lightheaded until he went limp, her tongue rolling hungrily across the head of his dick.

“What...the fuck?” The woman beneath the water was busy stroking his balls. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her free of the water. She broke the surface, her mouth wide, water and semen dripping down her chin. She had thin slits along the side of her neck, slits that closed and vanished in the air.

“More,” she rasped, her blue eyes unfocused. “I need more.” Already she was beginning to fade, the faucet behind her becoming visible through her body. “Please.”

He stared, uncertain what special kind of stroke he was suffering from. He could see the white line of semen just inside her throat, trickling downward toward her stomach with every swallow.

Her eyes finally focused on his, her body snapping back into reality. She teased his limp cock with her fingers.

“Please,” she begged, her face lowering toward the water. “I need it.”

“I don’t understand. Who are you?” he asked, touching her cool skin. “What are you?”

“Later,” she whispered, her fingers touching the bath water. The liquid came alive, squeezing rhythmically up and down his legs. It swirled around his cock, tugging it like a thousand tiny hands, massaging blood back into it. Her eyes on his, he felt one of her fingers slide effortlessly up his ass.

He was immediately rock hard.

“Take me,” she gasped, pulling him deeper into the tub and wrapping long legs around his waist. “Finish the spell.”

“What spell?” he asked, her lips finding his. Her tongue split his lips, and his dick slid into her, her body pulsing in time with his own heart.

“Fuuuuck!” He moaned, pulling his mouth away from hers. She rode him frantically, her whole body blinking in and out of existence as she forced her hips against his. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, soaking the cool marble as she let out a scream, her face and breasts flushed as she continued to grind against him.

“I-I-I...” he said, his balls contracting. She pushed against him, hard, as he blew his load again. The water in the tub exploded upward, the lights above flickering as the electricity in the house surged.

The room descended into darkness, and he felt consciousness slip away.

MIKE OPENED HIS EYES. He was in the tub, the rag over his face. Pulling it off, he sat up, splashing water over the side.

“What the fuck?” He looked around the room, but saw no sign of the mysterious woman. The bath water was still warm. Had he fallen asleep?

He stood slowly, staring down into the tub with a mixture of relief and regret. It had to have been a dream, he thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A hot fucking dream.

Sighing, he stepped out of the bath onto the plush bathmat. A mystery woman who had ridden him senseless. He let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He never had sex dreams, and couldn’t remember the last wet dream he’d had. Looking back in the bath, he expected to see a giant glob of semen floating somewhere in the water.

That was strange.