Pleasures of a Sex Cult 3: Taken By The Sex Cult series by Tara Talon

Author:Tara Talon [Talon, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-02-22T00:00:00+00:00

He lifted me up and carried me to the shore and laid me upon the grassy banks. He sat above me and ran his hairy finger up and down my legs causing excitement to fire through my veins. I rubbed my legs together not knowing another way to satiate the cravings I was unsure how to satisfy.

“You like that, tender woman of the berries?” He spread my legs open wide and stared into the wet darkness of my private place. He licked his finger well and spit on the tip. I sat up to watch as he played with me. He moved my many lips around, swirling the spit on his finger within the juices that flowed out of me.

I watched as my nubby rope grew as his snake did and felt an unknown pride at the beauty and power of my body. “I’ve never encountered one like you before. Your pleasure muscle is thick as the finger on my hand. If you ever can’t sleep at night rub it like this.”

His fingers traced the sides with a gentle flick at the nub at the mouth of my hole. I moaned and closed my eyes for a moment but forced them open to see the magic he worked on this part of my body unknown to me before this day.

“You like this,” he laughed a deep laugh, and I felt my heart not just my private place leap, “If you’re feeling more daring you can do this too.”

His thick finger disappeared inside my hole, up to his hairy thick knuckle. My eyes couldn’t have been wider as I watched him move in and out, wetness clinging to his finger. “Honey sweetness is your scent…” He buried his face between my legs and used his lips and thick tongue to play with me.

Slurping sounds filled the air around us as I lay back on the ground paralyzed by his oral delights. The crescendo of tingles arrived, and I squeezed his head, pushing his thick hairy beard into the softness of my legs.

“You’ll break my neck that way. My sweet virgin girl…” He pulled us up and stared deep into my eyes. “I’ll be having to make a wife of you now if you’ll have me. I promise to suck on your sweet cherry every day of our lives.” He fingered my nub into a tender pain.

“Is that what it’s called?” I stared into his eyes eager to be the wife of the man who possessed the secret of joy.

“There are many names for it but you are sweeter than the sweetest fruit.”

“I will be your wife and my cherry is yours to keep and touch whenever you desire.” I glanced down at the snake between his legs. “And what is this called?” I ran my fingers over the mushroom top.

“There are many names for it but I call it my staff.” He laughed again. I had never known such a joyful man before.

“Why does it leak all the time?” I wiped a drop from the tip and held it up to us before licking it clean from my finger.

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