NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 and above.
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Sally extended her arms as wide as possible and fell back on her bed. It had been so long. It seemed just yesterday she left home and now... it was as familiar as an old shoe. The drive down had been long, and even now, she could hear her little sister, giggling downstairs as her mom pulled out plates for dinner.
She wanted to nap. Outside it had become dusk, the sky a pale blue as the sun dipped underneath the horizon.
First things first
, she thought. She looked to her suitcase. Strangely, she felt extra motivated to unzip it. Perhaps her new work ethic was paying off after all. She popped the thing open and gasped.
Even underneath all her shirts, she knew what it was. Every woman knew what it was. Immediately her mind went into detective mode, wondering which roommate pranked her this time. Her fingers traced around the dildo's outline and the more she did it, the more she found she couldn't stop it. Through the cotton shirts on top of it, she could feel its power, slowly seeping in through her fingers, streaming up into the rest of her body.
She heard more sounds downstairs. They would be calling her soon... but she couldn't go. Just a little more time was needed. She stroked the thing like a favored pet and heard her breath become more labored as her heart fluttered. Delicate hands peeled back the pink shirt. When her eyes settled on the naughty toy, she could not help herself from letting out a husky moan. It was ornate and finely wrought, and was possessed of a deep, rich crimson shine.
She noticed the engravings that ran along its side. The first line of text was written in exotic, indecipherable runes. The second line was written in elegant script, reading '
The key to pleasure is the key to the universe
'. The third set of carvings looked hastily written, with crude technique and possibly dried blood within the etchings themselves. It read '
FUCKING SHIT FUK RAPE FUUUUUUUU
' until the writer ran out of room in the end.
She picked the thing up and held it across her hands. Immediately she felt her breasts tingle as an erotic heat pulsed down to her thighs and melted into her flesh. It felt like a warm glow had washed over her soul. Pleasure throbbed in spine tingling waves from her hand, and she felt her body stiffen, as if suffering some sort of erotic shock. The longer it stayed the more she wanted it. And then she knew she had to have it inside her at least once.
If it felt this good outside her body... she had some testing to do.
The thought of putting it alone had made her breath quicken, her skin heat up. Now that the thought had been made, some flexibility had been restored to her body, and she saw her hand slowly inch the vicious looking dildo down into her pants. She gasped and writhed, feeling the heat of the thing skim against her lower belly. She pushed her panties up just a little and slid the phallus further down.
Curiously, the closer it got to her pussy, the hotter and more veiny the thing seemed to feel... almost like a real cock. Before she could even consider it she realized the dildo was broaching her pussy lips, sending sensuous prickles of desire deep into her womanhood. She had a sense she was on the cusp of something, a feeling that things were never going to be the same and that once it happened... there was no turning back.
At once the dildo slithered up inside her, filling her sopping cunt with its considerable girth. Sally inhaled sharply.
In one heartbeat, it ignited with ancient, forbidden power.
The infernal tool soaked her slick inner walls with its seething, pent-up energy. When she exhaled she fell to her knees and opened her mouth to scream, though no sound came out. Like lightning she saw within her mind's eye, bright flashes of carnal pleasure lash her soul, cowing its good nature while elevating its perverseness.
It throbbed and thrust deep inside her. Wet arousal ran from her slit and soaked her quivering thighs. She shivered while prickling heat raced down her body, her orgasm making her stomach shudder while she slumped further to the ground.
It is time... for Change...
whispered a voice in her head, and another flash of pleasure struck before her soul. Within the flash she saw faces... some elongated and pale... others compact and ruddy... all their eyes like burning red dwarf stars.
She arched her back and moaned softly as the feel of invisible hands swept up her belly and groped her breasts. She licked her lips and kept her eyes close, paralyzed with sensation. Deeper inside, fear mingled with rapture, just as the shadows in her room deepened, the whispers ever louder by her ears...
"Saaally! Dinner!" her mom called.
"Coming!" she gasped and steadied her hands on the floor. She noticed runnels of sweat run down her arms and felt hazy, her head light as if in a dream. She had the vague sense that everything would be alright, so long as she kept her secret. The mere thought sent a wave of euphoria through her being. She breathed in deeply and a drunken smile dawned on her face.
As she stood up, she thought she felt a throbbing in her chest, as if her pink bra had become... tighter.
She ignored it and steadied herself against her doorway, trying to rein in the ceaseless rushes of pleasure that thrummed from within her pussy. She took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. The lamps on the walls created blurry trails of light when she walked past them. Her mother and sister on the other hand seemed floaty and drifting before her eyes.
She closed her eyes when she got to the foot of the stairs, willing her vision problems away.
The two college girls sat at the table, with only the sister, Tara, speaking excitedly. Sally couldn't offer much, only able to pick at her food and offer one word responses as the dildo had its way with her, a strange and constant smirk on her face.
Her eyes dilated when she watched her mother lean back and take a sip from her wine glass, exposing her gracile neck, her light sprinkling of freckles hinting at the large and mature breasts below. She felt her core temperature intensify when she turned to her sister and found her eyes drinking in the pert mounds of her cupcake-like breasts, straining against her light green shirt.
She felt ashamed and confused that they should excite her so. She put her sweaty hands on the table, steadying herself as she became acutely aware of her dildo. Arousal mounted in her body as the sex toy began to spasm and vibrate at even higher speeds, and she felt a spike of fear race up her nerves at how well the thing was thrusting into her. It felt so organic and... real. Her supple thighs clenched together, trying to hold off what could not be denied.
She closed her eyes and held her breath. What was seconds in the real world was an eternity in the mind. Deprived of her sight, she could focus her attention on the feeling. How the dildo lengthened within her wet passage, its swollen girth against her pink inner walls, at the command of some invisible force as it thrust inside her in a merciless frenzy.
