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Shelley was low on supplies. She needed to go down to the village to collect her mail and pick up some essentials. It was not too often that she left her cabin here on the outskirts of the Brazilian savannah. She had lost all faith in humanity after her bitter divorce and now thrived on independence and trusted only her seclusion. Nonetheless, she had needs and they necessitated a periodic trip to the village on the river. The local people scattered sparsely about the area had a deep, superstitious fear and respect for her so she really was not too afraid to move about the region alone. Shelley was a Bearer.
She always tucked her hair up under an old straw hat and then donned an old tattered shirt and a beat-up pair of canvas trousers. It made her look like a little old man from a distance, no need to attract undue attention to herself, a lone female, superstitions or not. It was a day’s round trip journey so she started out early. She dragged her rickety two-wheeled cart from the underbrush and trudged up the path to the road. It was a fair day and she lost herself in her thoughts as she walked.
It was about an hour into her walk when Shelley crossed the path that led down to the old woman’s house. The old woman lived with her young granddaughter in a shack a short distance from the main road to the village. Shelley always stopped to check on them when she passed to see if they needed anything. She pushed her cart into the bushes and started down the path to the old woman’s house.
About three-quarters of the way to the shack Shelley came to something hung on a bush beside the path. It was a dress. Shelley recognized it as one the young girl wore. It was draped over the bush as if put there deliberately. Shelley assumed it was hung there to dry and went on to the house.
Shelley called out when she came in sight of the shack but nothing stirred. She walked up to the porch and found the door open. She called again but got no response. She stepped up onto the porch and peered into the doorway. She could faintly hear what sounded like a rapid muttering. She stood at the door trying to adjust her eyes to the light and then she saw her.
The old woman was kneeling on the floor in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth, clutching her rosary beads, and hastily uttering her Hail Marys. She was obviously very upset about something. Shelley stepped slowly into the room and approached her. Seeing Shelley the woman frantically crawled toward her and reached out to her. Shelley knelt in front of the woman, braced her shoulders, and tried to understand what was wrong. Shelley did not speak much Portuguese but she could make out ‘forest’ and ‘demons’. Shelley asked, “Maria?” trying to find out about the woman’s granddaughter and the woman just broke down crying and talking more about demons but Shelley finally picked out the term ‘Bearer’. The girl was a Bearer! She’d been called for her union!
Shelley hugged the poor woman and rose to her feet. She moved toward the door and the woman clung to her legs, urgently trying to keep Shelley from going outside saying ‘no’ and ‘demons’. Shelley braced the woman’s shoulders again and pulled herself away, leaving the woman wailing on the floor.
Stepping into the open, Shelley looked out into the forest. The creatures were out there someplace implanting the girl. She knew she had nothing to fear from them if she respected their seclusion. She knew what the girl would be experiencing, rapture like human sex could never be. She just smiled to herself and proceeded back up the path toward the road.
She reached the point where she found the dress draped over the bush and then something suddenly hit her. Arousal. Shelley was overwhelmed with a mysterious urge that was luring her. She stopped and sniffed the air around her. It was coming from the right. She realized what it was almost immediately. It was the pheromones they used to summon her into the forest for a mating encounter. ‘They’, of course, were the strange alien creatures of the forest, those unearthly, octopus-like beings unknown to the civilized world that inhabited these forests. Creatures that maintained a bestial, symbiotic relationship with local human females, the Bearers, to mate and produce their young. The same creatures that once a month lured Shelley into the forest to implant an ovum in her uterus and then impregnate her.
Without thinking she plunged into the undergrowth, seeking out that irresistible call and the familiar delight waiting at the source. Shelley started unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it over her shoulders almost giddy with anticipation. She paused to reacquire the scent and then resumed her search. The only apprehension in her was how she would be received. These may not be her mating pair and that it wasn’t her time of the month. Shelley didn’t care; the pull was too strong. She started to unfasten her trousers for she sensed she was close now.
Suddenly she heard a loud gasp followed by a lilting, young voice uttering words she could not understand. Shelley quietly turned toward the sound and slowly crept around a bush. There, in a clearing a few feet away was the girl, her naked skin glowed in the dim forest light. She was already lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees up. Shelley froze. This was not her ritual, it was not her time, and she must not intrude. Interference at this point would not only disturb their reproductive rites, but she could also endanger herself. She knew the creatures were very strong and there was no telling what they might do to an interloper.
Shelley melted back into the shadows. As afraid as she was of being detected, she was still drawn to the strong scent of the pheromones the creatures were exuding to lure and subdue the girl now in their possession. Resolved to stay back, Shelley took up a good vantage position and used this opportunity to witness the ritual from a fresh perspective. Shelley stood toward where the girl’s feet were pointed and slightly to one side. The creatures must have just arrived because the procedure was just beginning. Two of the creatures were positioned at the girl’s side, even with her chest and two more were between the girl’s feet. In the dim light she could make out the shapes of the creatures. They were roughly shaped like octopuses with a body about a third of a meter in diameter, six snake-like tentacles, and a smaller, special function appendage at the back of their bodies. They had large black eyes mounted on the top front of their bodies and a smooth, clammy, leathery skin. She could tell the males from the females by their seventh, ‘stinger’ tendril. The female’s was larger and housed her ovum depositor and the male’s was narrower and more deft.
The two creatures between the girl’s legs were the mating pair while the two at the girl’s sides, the guardians, were there to restrain her during the process. Both of these creatures were males and they were just laying hold of the girl. They anchored themselves to nearby growth with their strong tentacles and wound a tendril each around the girl’s wrists and just above her knees. They didn’t draw her tight, she had plenty of slack to move her arms and legs, and she was bound just to control any violent thrashing. The female creature approached the girl’s crotch, its tendrils slithered and rolled over the ground to propel her up to the girl’s pelvis, which the female heaved herself upon and settled. The girl lifted her head to watch as the female lay herself squarely just above the pubic patch. The female’s middle tentacles crept around the waist of the girl and the hind-most tentacles wrapped around her upper thighs. The stinger that was arched over the female’s body curled the other way and arched downward to the girl’s sex. As the stinger came in contact with her vulva it started to secrete a thick fluid from the tip. The girl dropped her head and rolled it from side to side as the tendril’s tip pushed into her thick, wild, curly mat of pubic hair and started to smear it slowly up and down the slit of her labia. Her young, pert breasts danced and jiggled in unison on her chest as she moved, her nipples and areolas hardened to sharp points.
Shelley slowly let go of her pants, which fell around her ankles and pushed her hands down into the front of her panties almost subconsciously. She knew the delights that were in store for the girl and she was living vicariously through her as she watched. Two of her middle fingers of one hand slipped into her vagina as two other fingers on her other hand surrounded her clitoral hood and ground slow circles. She heard the girl cry, “Ai. Ai, sin. Ai, min.” and then the heavy chemical potion of pheromones released with the creature’s secretions hit her. A sudden wave of ecstasy swept over her as the scent triggered a surprise orgasm. The suddenness robbed Shelley of her strength and she fell to her knees.
The stinger continued its work. It had made a patch of wet, matted hair as it slid slowly up and down. Lips at the end of the stinger opened and a pink, finger-like probe emerged and started licking around in the dense pubic tangle as it sought out the girl’s labial slit. Finding it, the pink inner tendril curled back and forth between the labia, parting them, and pushing the thick hair out of the way. Once the girl’s sex was satisfactorily opened and exposed, the finger surged down, hooked into the vagina, and then twisted in a circular motion around the opening. The girl gasped as she was entered and arched her hips upward. The stinger centered over the speared sex and its lips stretched open in front of the afflicted girl’s vagina and then mounted the vulva. A slight gurgle became audible as the implanted tendril charged and plundered the girls’ captured inner reaches, working its tantalizing magic in a way Shelley knew only too well.
Shelley watched the female’s stinger gyrating in all directions as it plied the entrenched ovum-depositing tendril within the girl. She could see the lips of the obscene organ clamp and clutch greedily over the black haired vulva like a hungry mouth sucking at a breast. Copious amounts of the creature’s lubricating fluid oozed out from between the enmeshed organs and drooled over the girl’s butt and onto the mossy ground.
Shelley’s panties were becoming a nuisance to her and they had to go. She pushed them to her knees and then rocked from side to side to get them past her knees before shoving them to her ankles. She fell back onto her haunches spreading her knees wide before plunging her fingers back between her swollen, pouting labia. She tried to push her fingers as deep as possible into her vagina to duplicate the sensations she knew the girl would be feeling. She inhaled deeply trying to gather as much of the narcotic aroma as possible as she twiddled her clitoris faster. She wanted to join with the pair before her and share in the rapture and the mystic ritual.
The girl started issuing long protracted gasps and the female’s stinger froze in a rigid arch. Shelley knew that the female’s tube-like tendril was now fully lodged in the girl and was pressed firmly against her uterus. The girl took a deep breath and held it, which Shelley understood immediately to be the implantation. Sufficiently prepared, the girl was having the creature’s egg slowly pushed into her womb. Shelley herself became still in empathy for this crucial moment.
The girl let out a steady, soft moan signaling that the female’s tiny inner tendril was delving up into her cervix to ensure proper placement of the egg. Obviously assured that everything was as it should be, the stinger began twisting and bending around between the girl’s thighs and more fluid spilled out over her crotch. The female was preparing the girl for the male’s mount. The girl uttered a sigh as the tendril slowly withdrew from her vagina. Shelley could see a bulge moving up the underside of the stinger as the tendril was extracted. With a wet plop the stinger pulled free of the ravaged mons and then started dobbing the girl’s entire pubic area, slathering gooey doses of the fluid over the girl’s thick, dark hair, making the perfect environment for the male to apply himself to the ripened surrogate. The female uncoiled her young captive and lifted herself on her tentacles above the girl’s messy pubis, her stinger still smearing and rubbing the matted locks. She stepped over the girl, arched her stinger tendril under her body, and then slithered off into the bushes.
The atmosphere was now saturated with the heady pheromones and before Shelley could even coordinate her efforts, a tremendous climax seized her and wracked her body in convulsions. Every muscle in Shelley’s body tensed as she responded to the signals triggered in her brain. Shelley gratefully accepted nature’s reward for reproductive receptivity as every nerve she possessed was treated to its absolute full capacity of pleasure. The orgasm hammered on her, like some tremendous leach it sucked the strength from her. Shelley felt like she had swam twenty miles and thrust herself on some soft warm beach with the last ounce of energy she had. She fell forward and collapsed balled up in a heap on the ground. Her head still turned to the scene in the clearing.
The two attending creatures had brought the helpless girl into position for the male to inseminate. They had pulled her knees up toward her chest so that her anus was now away from the ground and her vagina pointed skyward. Her brown labia puffed outward amidst her wet pubic tangle in an open invitation. The male was about to mount her. His leading tentacles lay over the girl’s crotch and crossed under her back. He lifted himself on his hind tentacles as centre tentacles hooked over her thighs. He pulled himself up onto her and began to bend himself to mold to her exposed crotch. Once in position he wasted no time in binding himself to her with his rope-like tendrils encircling her hips and thighs. She was his now. His tail tendril coiled and twisted beneath him between her butt cheeks, spreading the slick wetness from her matted pubes, lubricating its entire length. It was groping for her anus, looking for the hole through which he could plant his tail to anchor himself to her for his rigorous insemination enterprise. The tip whipped up and down her crack searching for her puckered anal cavity. He found it and the tip slithered over the accumulated fluid and then began to worm its way in. The girl squealed as the tip entered her. The remainder of the tail aligned itself in a straight arch and slid into her in a gradual movement. Shelley knew from experience that it was coiling inside her rectum and using the tight ring of her anus as leverage to pull itself in. The girl squealed louder as the tail thickness successively increased. The thickness grew closer toward the base until it became narrower right at the base. The tail disappeared into the girl’s butt right up to its thickest part and then it sank into her in a rush that the girl audibly hailed. The tail was massing itself just inside her rectum to make a secure plug that held him in place.
Thus secured, he began to undulate and heave his body against her to maneuver himself into the right position to implant his other tendrils. Their bodies plopped and smacked amidst their slimy bond. Shelley admired the secure embrace their bodies made. This lump-like being was fastened to this tender, lithe young girl’s crotch so steadfastly that she could have easily risen and walked about while he passed his seed to her. Vines didn’t cling to trees as implacably, impregnation was so obviously his goal, and he would not relinquish her until he had accomplished it. Shelley wondered if any creature in nature were so well suited to cling to a woman’s sex as this and what a mystery procreation was. If not for the differences in color, they could almost be mistaken for the same being.
The girl excitedly exclaimed a long utterance too fast and intricate for Shelley to decipher. Knowing the procedure intimately, Shelley surmised he was working his tiny tendril up the girl’s urethra to plant in there the nutrient that his young would need before delivery. It was an indescribable sensation. Shelley only very slowly became accustomed to it herself. Once used to it, Shelley relished it. She liked the narrow filament gently entering her and reaching into her bladder, she liked the feeling as he drank from her bladder, she liked the feeling of him filling her with the nursing fluid, but what she liked most was the gentle tugging the small tendril made against her as the male drove his member into her vagina. Just recalling these sensations stirred fresh longings in her. She raised herself up onto her knees but kept her head resting on the ground. Her arms were still beneath her from when she collapsed and she lifted her hands in search of her sex. Plunging two fingers back into her abandoned vagina, welcoming the deep presence, she watched the impregnation of the young surrogate before her.
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IncestMy name is Rahul and my sister name is Sonal let start the story and my mindset started to change when I was 21 and I was going to university and came home for the summer. My family is a tight net family and we all get along well in most cases. My older sister who is older than me by 2 years was home for the summer as well. She actually stayed home looking for work.My sister was very self conscious of her looks. She has black hair with a nice tan body she stands 5" 2" around 115 pounds her and...
Hi to ISS readers this is my first story. My name is Rahul and my sister name is Sonal let start the story and my mindset started to change when I was 21 and I was going to university and came home for the summer. My family is a tight net family and we all get along well in most cases. My older sister who is older than me by 2 years was home for the summer as well. She actually stayed home looking for work. My sister was very self conscious of her looks. She has black hair with a nice tan body...
IncestOne summer afternoon, when I was young, I worked out with my barbell set and took a shower. Because I knew that my parents were going to be away until late in the evening, and because I thought my sister was visiting a friend, I did not bother to wrap a towel around myself, but walked naked to my bedroom. My sister surprised me, standing in the hall. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, wondering if I should run back to the bathroom, “I thought you were at a friend’s house.”“She wasn’t home, so I came...
IncestThere was very little traffic on the roads that Sunday morning, which was okay by me. I, my sister and her friend Melissa were on our way into the city proper.They often invited me to their outings, though perhaps the fact that I had a car was partly responsible for that. I really did enjoy their company though. Melissa was a fun, not to mention attractive, girl and my sister and I had always gotten along well."Aren't we there yet?" Melissa called out from the backseat."What are you, a k**?"...
Hello, my name is Amanda and I have a story to share Author?s Note: With thanks to Frank and Susan Losing myself to my Sister By themaneloco Part 1 ? Confession Hello, my name is Alison and I have a story to share. This is not an easy tale to tell. Basically it?s a situation that was beyond my control. ?Inevitable? so to speak and the worst part is that I knew it was going to happen. There was just no way of preventing it. It?s situations like this that are so unfair in the world....
My sister got Nichole, Nikki, as her handle, I am Dalton. At least we didn't get stuck with some cutesy twin names like Nick and Nikki. As you would expect Nikki and I grew up as one, twin-linked more in mind than body, but still close, almost inseparable. For the first years of our lives, we shared a room then our step-dad bought us a house with separate bedrooms that had an adjoining bathroom. In those early years, when we shared a room, we spent many nights in the same bed, sleeping...
My Sister By Anon Writer Let me start this tale by telling you about my sister. Why, because she is central to this story and because she is special. If she weren't so special then what happened to me wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have fallen for their plans. I would still be male in all senses of the word. My sister is beautiful. She has long, deep, brown hair that flows to just below her shoulders. She has light, green eyes and the prettiest face imaginable. Her body is...
StoreFraternity Brother To Sorority Sister Trouble At The Frat Ken knew he was in trouble and he couldn't hide much longer. He was hiding in a friend's house who was away and had told him he could stay there for a couple of weeks. He was thinking about his actions over the last few years that led him to his current predicament. It started three years ago with the access of easy credit. He had accumulated several credit cards with a combined credit line of $30,000. Which was...
Driving home through the hot hazy July afternoon, raven- haired June Wright felt a returning wave of nausea sweep over her and was f****d to pull over to the side of the road to rest for a moment. As she sat there alone in the peace and quiet of the gently rolling Maryland farmlands, breathing in the familiar scents of sun-baked fields and dry hay mixed with the heavy sweet aroma of honeysuckle that grew wild along both sides of the narrow winding country road, she reassured herself for the...
When I was 11 years old my family lived next door to a family that had a pool in their yard. They had a 13 year old son who my 13 year old sister and I were friends with, and during that summer we would go over almost every day to swim in the pool.One afternoon we had been swimming in the pool and the three of us were drying off in the neighbor's summer house which was near the pool. My sister was wearing a very small bikini so almost all of her maturing body was on display. Her breasts were...
When I was 11 years old my family lived next door to a family that had a pool in their yard. They had a 13 year old son who my 13 year old sister and I were friends with, and during that summer we would go over almost every day to swim in the pool.One afternoon we had been swimming in the pool and the three of us were drying off in the neighbor's summer house which was near the pool. My sister was wearing a very small bikini so almost all of her maturing body was on display. Her breasts were...
Blackmailing younger sisterBy Yours master**************************************************************WARNING:This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is forthe entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicitsex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT readany further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.This is a copyrighted work. Copyright 2010 by Yours master. Reposting orany other use of it is...
First off all i should thank all the iss readers for giving a good response for my stories and it was so surprising to get lot of mails from both males and females. It was nice reading some mails and some people were asking for the email id of the gal and telephone number. In fact to be honest, i did not realize that there was lot of sex starved women in India, especially in Hyderabad also. Sister still had her eyes closed. I mustered up my courage and bent on her. I had my eyes towards her...
Incest??????????? ??????????? You could hear the noise before they carried her into the garage. She was in a ball in her tight wire dog kennel. Her small tanned body was naked and covered in sweat. Her hands and ankles were bound together with barbed wire behind her. On top of the wire holding her wrists and ankles together was more barbed wire wrapped around the entirety of the girl?s body with a harshness that wasn?t considerate of later health. The barbed wire was closely spaced and began...
I was raised in a household where nudity was the standard mode of dress....or non-dress would be more accurate. And on top of the whole family being nude most of the time, my parents were very open minded about masturbation. I had a brother and a younger sister and we all had no inhibitions about masturbating any time we felt like it. My sister was a little less open to doing it in front of me or my brother but as she got older she became less shy about it and tended to get herself off in front...
I am very open with my older sister Vandana who is married to businessmen Arjun. They have two k**s and they are studying in school. Arjun is most of the times traveling and Vandana often spends some time with my wife Deepti. My sister loves her Bhabi (brother's wife) and so does my wife love her Nanad (husband's sister) I am Abhishek, married to Deepti for two years.Deepti is hot in bed and we fuck like a****ls. Many nights my sister has complained when she stays at my house that I and my wife...
Based on a true storyMy sister and I had always had a great relationship. I was the younger "protective" brother and she was the older "troubled" c***d that always had me on my toes. You see my sister and I were the only ones we could count on after my dad died in a plane accident. My mother was a local gynecologist, and always busy with patients and rarely at home. So that left my sister and I with a lot of time together to talk and lounge around until mom's arrival.One afternoon, Amy confided...
I could hear them laughing and playing through the closed bedroom door down the hall, and through my closed bedroom door. Our parent’s room was on the first floor so they weren't bothered by the racket the four girls were making. Jean had been having the three friends over since they were in grade school and it was no big deal; I was accustomed to the riot of giggling and prattle coming from her room. This night was no different, or so I thought as I went past my sister's room to the...
Dear Readers of erotic stories . I would like share a story with you all. We are a family consisting of a mom, me and my father’s sister. My name is Rohit now 22 year old budding boy living with my mom and my fathers Sister, Pooja was elder to me by 8 years, as our age diff is less I used to call her as Akka (elder sister) instead of calling her as Athai. She was married to a software engineer in Bangalore. It was the month of may, I was having my school vacation. Pooja Athai called one day...
IncestWhen I saw my sixteen year old sister after being away for four years I was astonished by her loveliness. I was sixteen years old when she was born. Two years later I left for college. At the university I received an undergraduate degree, a masters degree, a PhD, and eventually a teaching position. Somehow I continued to think of my sister as a little girl. She was not little anymore. The incest taboo is an instinct that usually develops when one grows up with those who it places beyond the...