Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I open my eyes, still fingering my clit as my little hole clenches with anticipation.
“No, I want to,” I purr. “That cat stuff was bullshit. I don’t even have a cat! I don’t know what you saw in the windowsill, but there was definitely no feline in my apartment. I just said that as an excuse so that I wouldn’t seem weird, plucking the needles out of this cactus. Trust me, this ceremony was part of the plan all along.”
Then, without waiting any longer, I gently lower myself so that once again, I’m in a nude squat with a plant pointed directly at my privates. I brush the top against my little hole, and moan melodiously.
“That feels so good,” I pant. “Mmm, yeah!”
Then, I begin to lower my pussy onto the cactus. It’s not easy because it’s big and green, but I’ve handled larger sizes before. I think it’s the unexpected nature of my actions that make the men gasp. They stare at me, their hands working in a blur on their cocks as slowly, the monster begins to work its way into my swollen folds.
“Mmm!” I cry out again, throwing my head back. “Yes, take me, Cactus Spirit. Mmm, fuck, you’re big!”
Okay, these words aren’t exactly the most holy. In fact, I’d say that I sound like I’m in a bad porn sometimes, but hey, it feels so good that I don’t care. I love getting my pussy breached, and right now is no exception. Slowly, I ease my kitty further and further down the length of the plant until it’s about halfway embedded. Then, I look up and throw the men another naughty smile.
“Do you like what you see?” I giggle.
The men can’t tear their eyes away from the filthy sight. There’s a nude woman before them, big boobies swaying, giggling with half a cactus jammed into her cunt. Yeah, it doesn’t get dirtier than this, and I laugh again.
“I can see the cat’s got your tongue,” I coo. “Our mystical, wonderous, fantastical cat named Misty,” I add. “Her spirit has stolen your ability to speak.”
But my sixth sense tells me that Chris, Carl and James aren’t speaking because they’re about to come. I have that effect on men sometimes. I’m such a super-slut that they blow their loads much earlier than expected—even handsome, experienced playboys like my three neighbors. Oh yeah, I take them back to the days when they were fifteen and unable to hold it in more than one minute, tops.
With a secret smile, I begin fucking myself with the cactus. I reach down between my legs and begin to plunge the cactus in and out of my steaming pussy folds while keening with pleasure.
“Oooh,” I mewl. “Oh oh oh yeah!”
“Fuck,” Chris grunts.
“Oh shit,” James grinds out.
“Goddamn!” Carl roars as a huge spray of ejaculate blasts from his dicktip into the potted plants by his feet. “Oh shit!”
That’s when all hell breaks loose. The three men bellow as they come like conquerors. They’re absolutely beastly, yet gorgeous and imposing to behold. There’s white fluid spraying everywhere – covering the bushes, the plants, and some of it even lands in the bowl of cucumber and carrot chips, if I’m not mistaken.
Meanwhile, I, too, let go. The cactus feels incredibly good, and I’ve been stretched out to the max. With a naughty smile, I reach in back of myself and gently slide one finger into my rectum, enjoying some backdoor penetration even as the cactus teases my pussy. That’s all I need. The double reaming pushes me over the edge, and with a shrill scream, I climax as well. My head falls back as my kitty and ass spasm, pulsing with delight.
“Oh!” I shriek. “Mmm, fuck!”
“Oh shit shit shit,” Carl gasps in front of me. “Fuck!”
Our grunts, groans, and cries of ecstasy rise into the air, twining about each other in a song of worship. But you know what? This is exactly what communing with nature is about. After all, I have three gorgeous men wrapped around my finger … and now it’s time to work the real magic.
7
James
She’s gorgeous, slutty, and altogether desirable. It’s been a week since Tanya entertained us with her cactus dance, and the seven days since have been an unbelievable fuckfest. After all, we weren’t letting her get away after that. After we climaxed that first time, we took her downstairs and began plundering her beautiful body non-stop.
But Tanya’s taken to it like a champ. She’s never too tired, or worn out, or too sore. Of course, we draw sitz baths for her privates, and urge her to eat and sleep non-stop, but she merely giggles and parts her legs for us again. Not only that, but she’s flexible too. As an advanced yoga practitioner, the pretty blonde is able to do some pretty fucked up shit in bed, and the three of us are the lucky beneficiaries.