FLIGHT OF FANCY
Emily felt as if she were floating.
She was finally free.
Free from her unfair confinement, and now a woman on her own.
Still, she felt somewhat confined wearing Martin’s jacket.
He was tall and skinny. She, on the other hand, wasn’t either one of those things. And his jacket was a tight fit around her chest, but long and lose around her legs. But, wearing the jacket made her feel close to him, and she liked that feeling.
She also wasn’t completely off her leash yet. And, Emily paused occasionally to look over her shoulder, just to make sure that her dad had indeed left for work.
Emily imagined her dad waiting behind every corner, ready to jump out, and drag her back to the house—locking her away to protect her virtue.
Technically, she was still grounded, but Emily had made up her own mind about that.
“I can’t be grounded,” Emily told herself. “I’m a free spirit, and I need to spread my wings.”
Well something is going to get spread today, Emily thought a little more crudely. Whether it would be her legs or her ass, she couldn’t say.
She’d leave that particular detail up to the man of her dreams.
Of course, when she really thought about it, the man of her dreams happened to be a wolf.
Emily blushed at the dream that she had last night. The wolf on top of her, pinning her down with its weight. The beast completely held her in its sway, as it roughly shoved its giant cock in-between her breasts. The head of its cock, constantly battering against her wet lips, and thick pre-cum dripping from the tip and into her mouth.
She woke up shivering, and could almost taste the wolf’s salty cum in her mouth.
But the chill was merely the herald of things to come. Her nipples felt so hard that they hurt, and she couldn’t stand the way the fabric of her shirt raked across them.
Violently, she tore the front of her shirt open, and then cupped her breasts. Her fingers, massaged her nipples.
She sighed heavily. It felt good, and sensation sent ripples throughout her body. But her pussy soon ached for attention too.
She jammed a hand into her underwear, and began rubbing herself down there.
She cried out, not caring if her dad heard her or not. In fact, part of her wanted him to come in and discovery her like this.
He was a man, after all, and what she needed more than anything was a big hard cock inside of her. Who that cock belong to really didn’t matter, as long as it filled her up with the most intimate of sins.
She had played with herself for most of the morning, until she simply passed out from exhaustion.
Thankfully, there were no more dreams after that.
But, now Emily felt bound and determine to make her dreams come true. Rules or no rules, grounded or not grounded, somebody was going to put his dick in her before this day was done—consequences be damned.
She saw Martin standing in the driveway, waving as Rosie’s car pulled away.
At the sight of him, Emily suddenly felt incredibly goofy.
He always made her feel that way, and those feelings were wonderful.
Emily quickened her pace. She didn’t want to run, because that would leave her embarrassing out of breath.
He’d leave her breathless soon enough, if his previous performance was any indication.
Right now, she wanted to look cool, but not too eager, so, she strolled up to him.
“Hi Martin!” Emily cried, perhaps, a little too excited.
He nodded his head in greeting—the epitome of cool.
He wasn’t wearing his glasses, which made him look so sexy—her Superman!
An awkward moment passed, where she couldn’t think of anything to say. The fact that she couldn’t, surprised her, as even Emily thought that she talked too much.
Perhaps her Superman would come to her rescue, and save her from this embarrassing predicament.
But no, he proved to be as quiet as ever.
Why didn’t he talk more?
Why did she always have to make the first move?
Is a little conversation too much to ask for before they got down to business.
She sighed in frustration.
He didn’t even notice.
“Was that Summer I saw driving away with your aunt?” Emily ventured. The question sounded stupid even to her own ears, but it was the best she could come up with.
Martin nodded, and then said, “She’s going to stay with her dad.”
Whoa, Emily thought. Careful Martin you said more than two word that time. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your cool facade.
“Finally got rid of her, huh?” Emily said. “She was awful.”
“She’s alright,” Martin answered.
“What are you, kissing cousins now?” Emily asked, laughing.
Martin glared at her.
The glare scared her, and Emily looked down not wanting to look him in the eye.
“Sorry,” she said, sounding a little more offended than she meant to.
Emily folded her arms across her chest.
“God, you’re always so gloomy. Aren’t you even the least bit happy to see me?” Emily asked.
“Sorry,” he answered, quietly.
Emily decided to forgive him. After all she did want to get laid. Plus, he did have a big dick.
Not only that, but if TV and movies were any indication, make up sex was the best kind of sex.
Plus, he did have a big dick.
Emily made an annoyed face, and stuck out her tongue. Then, she narrowed the gap between them.
“Mmmm,” she said, a few seconds later. “I guess a part of you is happy to see me.”
Martin nodded, and flashed her a shy smile.
Clearly, she was having a positive influence on him, and his life was vastly improved with her in it.
She pulled away from him.
“I brought back your jacket,” she said.
She unzipped the front, revealing her naked body underneath.
His eyes widened at the revelation, which was exactly the reaction she was hoping for.
“Now,” she said on the sly, “I want you to put your dick in me.”
Giggling, she grabbed his hand, and led him into Rosie’s backyard.
She hadn’t been back her since she was a kid, back before Summer got all weird.
Not much had changed, except for the fence that her dad had put up for Rosie about a year ago.
A fence, Emily was grateful for, as it was about to conceal some very shameful business.
Emily pushed Martin into a patio chair.
She pushed him so hard, the chair nearly upended.
Martin saved himself at the last minute, by tipping his weight forward, and grabbing the cheap, plastic patio table.
Emily laughed, and was still laughed as she unzipped his pants.
But, she gulped when she fished his cock out of his boxers.
God, it’s so big! She thought. Even bigger than it was a couple of days ago, and it was already pretty big then.
It just didn’t seem possible.
Well, she thought, they hadn’t had sex in a couple of day, so maybe he’s backed up?
That sounded plausible, she thought, and felt very smart for thinking of it.
But when he comes there going to be a lot, and that though sent her over the edge.
“Take off your clothes,” Emily said. Her voice low. Her breath short and hot.
Martin quickly did so, stripping down while she watched.
There was no foreplay, other than him being hard, and she being wet.
Emily climbed into his lap. She sat with her back turned toward him, as she knew that this was how he liked it.
She guided him in, whimpering as he pushed inside.
Thank god, she thought. Thank god, I’m so wet.
But, her pussy had been too greedy. Her tiny slit felt stretched to limit, as it struggled to accommodate the behemoth thing between her legs.
Her rational mind screamed at her to stop. There was something very wrong here...
But, her body would not be denied, and now she pushed back against him—shoving him even deeper than a man had a right to be.
Emily cried out in disbelief.
He’s so big! he’s so big! He’s so big! The thought repeated itself in her mind like an incantation, reducing her thoughts to a primitive state.
Martin hands were on still on her hips, which didn’t sit right.
Emily grabbed his hands and pulled them up to her breasts.
He cupped, and then squeezed them.
Emily screamed, and his touch now sent her over the edge.
She came hard. Her juices running down his long shaft, and onto his crotch.
The orgasm left her completely drained, and Emily wearily rocked back and forth on top of him.
Emily was glad she still wore his jacket, as a sudden chill ran down her spine.
She felt so relaxed that her eyes grew heavy, and her lips curled into a dreamy smile.
Emily barely noticed, as Martin stood up.
But, she soon jolted awake, when he threw her over the patio table, bending her at the waist.
“Fuck!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, as his hard thing slammed into her.
But, the action awoke something inside of her, causing her hips to thrust back in greeting.
It hurt, but god it felt so good, and her pussy couldn’t get enough.
She came again, hard again, so hard that she squirted all over him.
The climax only offered a brief repasts, and her pussy was soon at it again—hungrily gorging itself on him.
Her legs shook, as she pushed herself back against him.
Would it always be like this? She wondered. Her so horny that she couldn’t stand it. Fucking him until she simply passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Emily gazed up to the heavens, as if waiting for God to answer her, despite the sinful act she was currently engaged in.
And perhaps, He had answered her. For in the sky, the sun had started to set, casting the oncoming night in a bright red.
The sunset gave the setting an almost Romantic feel.
But, as night fell, the mood in the air suddenly changed.
“Oh dear god!” Emily cried into the night.
He’d gotten bigger!
And, now she could feel him in her stomach.
But, her pussy continued to impale itself, and every thrust felt like a stab in the gut.
Emily continued to scream, until she screamed herself raw, as mind numbing pain welled up inside of her.
But her pussy wouldn’t let her stop…
“No!” Martin roared.
He pulled free. But, even this offered her no relief, as it felt like he were tearing her insides out.
But freedom, left her entire body shaking.
Still, her tiny slit ached for more.
And, her thoughts remained sinful and obscene.
She wanted him.
Wanted his big dick between her breasts while she sucked him off.
Her breath became a steady pant, and these sinful thoughts overwhelmed her.
One of her hands now dipped in-between her legs.
Her pussy already felt sore, but she didn’t care, as she began to rub her clit.
“Oh Martin,” she moaned softly.
Her desire rapidly turned to motherly concern, as Martin suddenly dropped to his knees.
He raised his head toward the night time sky, and now howled in pain.
It was an awful sound, but Emily was immediately at his side.
“Martin,” she cried. “What’s wrong? Is it your ribs? Let me see...”
“Get away from me,” Martin growled.
But Emily concern outweighed her sense of self-preservation.
She touched him on the shoulder, and felt fur…
He pushed her back.
The force was enough to make her double over.
But, Emily was not out for the count, and quickly sat up.
Only to stifle a scream.
She watched in horror, as the lower half of Martin’s face started to stretch, until it formed into a long snout.
His skin turned a dark gray, as his arms and legs extended, causing him to fall onto all fours.
His back cracked with a loud snap, only for it soon reform into a humped arch.
At the same time, his ears sharpened into a fine point.
His black lips pulled back into a hideous grin, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
Fur sprouted from his gray skin, enveloping him in a black mass.
In one final obscene act, his cock both stretched and grew fat, reaching almost to his chin. Then he came, a thick wad spitting out of the tip, covering the grass in gooey white seed.
Emily lips trembled in both fear and desire.
And the sinful wetness of her pussy dripped down her legs.
His head snapped toward her.
It was the wolf!
The wolf of her dreams!
The only thing that remained of the man, were Martin’s bluish green eyes.
Her body ached for him.
But, the wolf rejected her now, and ran.
“Martin wait!” Emily cried out.
But he had already been consumed by the night.
TO BE CONTINUED...