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Later that night, Lilly dreamt she was in the jungle. Wild noises filled her ears and when she tried to cover them she discovered her wrists were wrapped in vines and tied to the trees. Her ankles were tied as well, her naked body splayed against the jungle floor in an X. The bushes fluttered and beneath them a snake emerged, its thick, scaly body sliding toward her. It hissed, "Hymens make me hungry." Slithering between her legs, it kept repeating those nasty words as it approached.
She was afraid of his intentions and told the snake, "Go away! It's already torn. Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt say I'm ready."
"Lilly, I'm hungry for your hymen," it said as it slid over her knee. "Girls who like to spread their legs and abuse their pussies need me."
She was suddenly in the gym, doing the splits on the balance beam. It was last year, the evening she tore her hymen. She knew this because she felt the tension between her thighs, inside her cleft, and tried to swivel her hips forward to close her legs, but they wouldn't move. Her ankles were tied to the beam with thick straps. Her hands, too, were tethered above her head, tied to a parallel bar. Her breasts hung heavy and exposed over the neckline of her leotard. She felt something on her leg and the snake was there, only it wasn't a snake. It was the school mascot, he stood a foot tall and he smiled at her as he flicked his thick red tail. Unfurling, it slithered up her thigh. "It's okay, Lilly," the Red Devil hissed. "You don't need it anyway. You're ready to accept my glory."
Another flick and the spade-shaped tip sliced open the crotch of her leotard. Beneath the leotard her Helo Kitty panties were dark with moisture. He snapped his fingers and his tail winked into a penis; large and erect and laced with veins, throbbing and slapping against her thigh. In front of her, not more than a few feet away, were all the other young women in her class. They were pointing at her vagina and giggling. "Lilly wants to fuck! It won't hurt! Lilly wants to fuck! It won't hurt!" they chanted in a sing-song melody.
The Red Devil grazed the tip of his cock against Hello Kitty's mouth and the cotton gave way without protest. Her cleft and her labia eagerly parted, her body welcoming the coming intrusion. He smiled and winked and snapped his fingers, his cock slithered forward, roughly penetrating her sex, and she coughed.
"Let's see them bounce, let's see them bounce!" her gymnastics classmates squealed.
Her school mascot stood with his pelvis pressed to her sex. He was laughing hysterically, savagely pummeling; her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "It won't go in, honey, your hymen is in the way," her mother said before bursting into laughter. Why the woman was standing next to her in gymnastics made no sense, but that didn't matter.
Lilly moaned as he tried to burrow his penis-tail deeper, the roundness of the shaft engorging to the size of a cucumber, stretching her open. It felt wonderful and shameful. What would God think?
"The Devil wants your hymen! She's a Cherry Popper!" the girls squealed. And then they also were naked, arms and wrists tied to the uneven parallel bars, other Red Devil lovers violating their vales, their moans high-pitched and filled with passion.
She mewled and her body trembled as the little beast finally tore her open, consuming her virginity. A small trickle of blood oozed onto the balance beam and he bent to lick it up. "Virgin pussy is the tastiest pussy," he said. The jungle roars evaporated into her screams of pleasure as the red monster grabbed the flaps of her gaping labia and pulled them open; like someone quickly drawing the drapes to allow the morning sunshine to slice through a darkened room. He pushed in one leg, then the other. Looking up to her, he winked, and disappeared inside, her lower mouth straining around his twisting body as he entered. She was shocked to see her mons and tummy undulating as the little beast squirmed.
She awoke with her face against the pillow and Cassy nudging her shoulder. Her body was covered in sweat, her pajamas drenched. She'd managed to insert three fingers into her sopping sex at some point during the dream.
"Wake up, Lilly. Listen!"
Outside Cassy's bedroom Lilly heard moaning from down the hall. Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt were having sex.
"Let's go see," Cassy said as she tugged Lilly's blanket away. "They always fuck with the lights on."
Lilly got out of bed. She really wanted to see.
They crept down the hall, laid flat on the floor and peered into the room. The same spotlights were on; creating enough ambient light to view what was taking place on the bed. Mrs. Vatspalt was riding her husband, facing away from him and toward the doorway, her back arched in pleasure. She was gripping her left breast, her fingers twisting the nipple and she steadied herself with her other hand upon her husband's abdomen, which rippled with each drive of his hips. Lilly looked between Mrs. Vatspalt's thighs, mesmerized by his penis; shiny and hard and alluringly large, slicing deeply into his wife's shaved sex. He picked up speed, gave one firm push and groaned, his testicles cinching then releasing. A thick stream of sperm oozed from Mrs. Vatspalt's straining fitta, down the shaft of his penis, and dripped onto the sheets.
Mrs. Vatspalt smiled srerenly and dismounted her husband, turned over on her hands and knees and took him into her mouth, her upturned bottom and gaping sex facing the girls. She plunged three fingers deeply into her vale, pummeling quickly, slurping noises echoing across the room, glistening drops flinging onto their bedding. She was racked with tremors, her moan muffled by her husband's member, as the orgasm ripped through her body. After her climax she moved more slowly, lovingly, Lilly thought, thoroughly cleaning his kuk and finally sliding lower, working her tongue over his loose-hanging testicles; suckling, washing, consuming his essence.
Witnessing Cassy's parents making love, she knew Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt had been correct: she was physically ready and her mind was opening. Lilly wondered who would be the first to open her body as well.
They quietly made their way back to Cassy's bedroom. Propping her pillow against the headboard, this time Cassy didn't even ask if Lilly wanted to watch as she masturbated. Dappled shadows fell across the darkened room as Cassy attended to herself, the pleasant hiccups she made as the tension built caused Lilly's special place drool, but she refrained from touching herself. She also made no effort to turn away from the show.
Less tha ten mnutes later, Cassy's deep breathing gently took Lilly into a dreamless sleep. Her last memory was that she'd come away from that night feeling more sophisticated and worldly than ever.
