Book Excerpt for Xenofestation 4-04

Paragonas Vaunt

~SAMPLE~

It happened the same way everything else had. A probing touch, almost accidental, just on the dark inner curve of her butt-cheek. Diffident, explorative, and when Amber bucked in surprise and then pushed herself open-mouthed towards it, instinctively seeking more, the puglet who'd done it took it as encouragement. She'd been on her back at that moment, her feet up on a puglet's shoulders, her thighs high and wide as his long, lumpy cock plundered her cunt, and a second puglet had sneaked beneath their writhing bodies and just happened to tickle the cleft of her butt with the tip of his finger.

And when she twitched he jumped back in alarm, as surprised as she was by the force of her reaction. But then his finger was back, wettened now, tickling down her crease. Whether moistened by spit or by sperm, or maybe even her juice, whatever it was Amber never knew, save that it eased the soft, rounded tip of that finger as he massaged the slimy wetness into her, coaxing her nervy ring of muscle to relax and accept his intrusion into a space where he wasn't quite supposed to go.

Patiently he explored her, utterly unhurried, while Amber purred and felt herself ease open to his coaxing touch.

And then, instead of his finger his long, prehensile tongue was suddenly winding its unstoppable, unbelievable way into the tight, knotted muscle of her back entrance, slickening her passage, and Amber squealed herself hoarse at the filthy way it delighted her, a thing she'd never done, never had done, a filthy, filthy thing.

Yet he wound himself into her, writhing unceasingly, and Amber squirmed, and she felt the delight awaken in her, a dark dirty delight she'd never before felt, in utter release to something so nasty, so nasty and yet so sweetly beguiling.

His tongue disappeared from her.

She wanted it back, wanted it or something else... something bigger, harder...

She wanted it now, sweating red-faced beneath the puglet who pinned her with his cock. Full and yet suddenly so empty, she strained upwards to find the missing cock that had to be somewhere back there, had to be.

She felt it brush the back of her thigh, its unseen owner teasing her, or perhaps not wanting to take advantage of her helplessness, awaiting her go-ahead, more considerate than any block boy. Block boys always tried it without asking first, of course they did, it was the sort of thing they chanced their luck at, and giggled together afterwards about the girls who let them.

She'd never once let them get lucky that way, never wanted it.

But maybe just this once?

She wanted the puglet to take advantage. To take what was rightfully his. For semen was supposed to go in her mouth or pussy, Amber knew that, it was just the way it was supposed to be, what it was for. To feed her or breed her. But maybe, just maybe, just this once...

If she didn't do it now, she'd never have the courage again.

She'd never done it that way, and now was the time to start.