Hybrids are the Wave of the Future Part II

HYBRIDS ARE THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE PART II

Samantha had perfected her masturbation technique. She was able to reach a satisfactory orgasm in about nine minutes. She found that in order to get a good night’s sleep; she had to achieve at least 2 orgasms. Samantha had also discovered that her anal generated orgasms were a lot more satisfactory than the vaginal ones. Sometimes she helped heighten her pleasure by wrapping a pair of Miss Adams dirty panties around her head with her teacher’s dried juices right up tight against her nostrils.

She knew she had to have experience with cocks pretty soon before she fixated on female lovemaking entirely. Samantha enjoyed her interplay with Miss Adams and the random girls she selected from her gym class. She practiced her oral skills almost every day. In fact, she had gotten very skillful with using her strap-on cock on various pussies and a number of very submissive bottoms begging to be impaled and used in a most shameful manner.

Samantha found that she really enjoyed controlling and forcing these very pliant females to perform for her. Their squeals of pleasure and sobbing dismay when she rode them hard made her juices spray like a roughly opened orange at a picnic lunch.

Whenever Samantha buried her head in a fresh girl’s pussy or bottom, she extracted a minute quantity of blood to give her added strength. They never suspected and just assumed it was her enthusiastic lovemaking that caused a momentary sting between their legs or deep in their ass crack. It was forgotten almost immediately in the flush of impending orgasms.

She decided it was not a good idea to consummate a sexual dalliance with any of the boys at school because they were such blabbermouths and total jerks once they had successfully deposited a load of cum in a girl’s pussy or tiny ass. After looking around the neighborhood, she came up with 3 possible male partners to give her a good fuck session workout.

First choice was Charlie the cook’s grandson who came every week to deliver the fresh meat from the butcher. He was not very bright, but had impressive muscular development. His thighs and legs were strong and well-toned. Whenever he bent over in the kitchen, she could not help but notice the maids all checking out his firm butt.

Her second choice was PC Anthony. He was in his late 20s and had this marvelous red hair that made her heart flutter whenever she saw it. She had often masturbated with the thought of his shocking red hair bobbing between her legs. Samantha was encouraged by the fact that this young man had already explored her bottom quite expertly as he used an excuse to acquaint her with the methods employed by gropers on the bus line. She loved the feel of his strong hands probing her anal secrets with a happy-go-lucky look on his smiling face. The fact that her Father was sitting on the other side of the room writing a letter only served to heighten her enjoyment of his aggressiveness.

The final choice was kind of a last chance at penetration salvation. The rector was a very kindly man who had recently lost his wife of 30 plus years to a cancer of an unannounced nature. She liked his long lean figure and his well-defined facial features that reminded her of an American film actor. She could not remember his name but he always wore two guns and his groin area was rounded like it was filled with promises of carnal delight. (The Actor, not the Rector) Samantha was not put off by the fact the rector was in his early fifties. She knew he was interested because he always pulling her body up tight to his in “friendly” hugs. She could always feel the full extension of his oversized cock pressing into her sensitive pubic mound like hammer ready for drilling. She made a point of never pulling away from the horny churchman. In fact, several times she rubbed her pubes on his thick cock head just to let him know she was ready, willing and able whenever he wanted to explore new pastures.

After a very long weekend of heavy carnal pursuits with her best friend Regina and her sister Hortense, Samantha decided it was time for her to become familiar with correct female behavior when being submissive to cock domination.

She managed to get the cook’s grandson, Charlie alone in the basement and clued him in on her intentions by placing his hand directly on her exposed breast. The muscular young man kind of swallowed very nervously and asked her,

“What are you doing, Miss Samantha?”

She grabbed hold of his nice long cock and told him,

“I want you to fuck my brains out, Charlie. First, my pussy and then, my ass.”

“Miss Samantha! I thought you knew I am not that way. I live with my buddy, Carl. We do everything together. I mean “Everything” if you catch my drift.”

Samantha just stood there for a moment. She had nothing she could possibly say except,

“Have a nice day, Charlie!”

She had to laugh at her own stupidity. How could she possibly have made such a mistake? It showed her that she did not completely understand people as well as thought she did.

Samantha masturbated much longer than usual later that night. All she could see in her thoughts was Charlie’s perfect tight ass. She wanted so much for him to be on top of her pounding her hard into the mattress with his hands clenched tightly around her softly curved ass cheeks.

Oh, Well!

It was time to move on to PC Anthony. She wanted his red hair deep between her legs after he made her spread her legs wide for his skillful full-body strip search. She called him during his lunch hour and made arrangements for him to come over after dinner to discuss a confidential police matter.

Samantha’s father went to bed early. She thought he probably suspected she was finally trying to get her cherry busted and learn about servicing male desires. Shortly after her father left them alone, she got down on her knees in front of the sofa and buried her head in Anthony’s crotch to make oral love to him. In a few short minutes, she pretty much knew everything about his cock and could give expert witness testimony about the fact that the carpet matched the curtains.

The explosion of creamy cum into her mouth was a novel experience. Usually, she managed to withdraw her mouth and take it on her mouth or breasts. When she invited Anthony to “stick it deep in my pussy” he coughed in embarrassment and explained he had just gotten engaged to another PC at the station and there was no way he could endanger that by being unfaithful just before the ceremony.

It was another unsatisfactory fiasco.

She had held such hopes for PC Anthony’s cock to break through her hymen and making her a real woman at last. He did promise to offer her his cock for oral exercises any time she wanted to taste male juices. The fact that he did give her a very satisfactory spanking on her bare ass poised over his lap was a consolation of some sort. The feel of his hard erection poking into her female parts was very delicious as she wiggled and squirmed on his hard muscular legs. She liked the way he was so insistent that she count his hard spanks and thank him after each and every one. It made her feel very comfortable to be under his complete control. The sight of his concentration and the authoritative uniform blended in with the nasty sounds of flesh striking flesh in a manner most humiliating.

It all combined to make her vagina gush little rivers of pussy juice that ran down the inside of her legs. PC Anthony told her she was “a very nasty little girl and she needed to be punished accordingly.”

Samantha’s last hope was the middle-aged rector. She had her fingers crossed and her legs wide open in anticipation of his horny deflowering of her more than willing body.

The churchman in question, Dr. Allicent Montbatter was engaged inside his small sleeping quarters vigorously “spanking the monkey” whilst viewing several salacious photos of young Sallie Weeclite dancing a silly and erotic routine at his instigation. Ever since the demise of his wife of many years, the spiritual side of “Father Monty” had given way to his obsession with young pussy. In accordance with his strict upbringing, he did always insist his young concubines be over the age of 16 and entirely receptive to his suggestions of sexual interplay. Most of the young girls in the choir had already been impaled in one or more of their orifices by the good Doctor. They received his blessing of creamy anointment as he released his long pent-up juices in their mouth, pussy or tiny little asses.

They doted on his favor each one feeling that she was his “favorite”.

Father Monty sensed that Samantha was still a technical virgin and he grew hard whenever she was near. He believed it was because her pussy was calling him to attend to her obvious desire to be robbed of her unwanted virginity.

When Samantha asked him for spiritual guidance, the next afternoon, he knew immediately exactly what kind of “guidance” she really wanted.

Father Monty was particularly adept at cherry busting.

He took her hand and led her back to the specially designed “praying bench”. This piece of padded furniture also doubled as an ideal tool to deflower young virgins. He locked her knees into place and quickly lowered her knickers before she could change her mind.

Samantha had absolutely no intention of changing her mind. She was almost panting as she leaned forward on the praying bench waiting for the touch of the rector’s long hard cock on her pussy slit.

The rector stroked Samantha’s long flowing hair. He whispered in her ear,

“Come pray with me, little muffin. Tell me you want me to deliver my light into your sinful tunnel. Tell me to shove my big flashlight up deep into your secret little sin-hole.”

Samantha was breathing fast and could feel the head of the rector’s cock start to nudge her pussy slit open. She was so wet, she was afraid he would think it was her pee and not her feminine juices.

“Please, Sir, make me do it. Make me take it all the way inside. I want every last inch of your torch deep inside me. Shine your light on all my sinful little corners.

I am such an undeserving slut.

Make me take it all.

Stick me hard, kind sir, I will be forever grateful for your attention to my sinful desires. Take away my lust with your healing cock. Make me your bitch.

I promise to serve you faithfully and take you in my every opening.”

Father Monty was pounding Samantha hard now. She never knew when he shoved the entire length of his cock deep inside her. She never felt the tearing of her fragile hymen.

She did feel his legs slapping hard against her bum. She heard the meaty sound of his balls hitting her between her legs. The squish-squish-squish of his beautiful cock sliding in and out of her pussy made Samantha experience a series of orgasms that were strongest she had ever felt. She was not certain if it was because of the erotic kneeling position, the fact that they were in a sanctified place, or the fact that she was being humped hard by a man of the cloth.

Perhaps it was a combination of all these factors. She felt, in a very strange and disconcerting way that the rector sensed her not quite human side and was trying to drive out those unfamiliar elements from inside her. If that was the case, she welcomed his efforts because it gave her such pleasure and intense satisfaction.

Samantha willed his cock to get hard right away. Somehow it worked, and they were at it like a pair of humping rabbits with her flat on her back on the hard stone floor looking up at the frescos of angels and semi-nude bodies all jumbled together in a religious setting.

Before Samantha left the rector that day, she allowed him to take a number of photos of her wide open pussy and her aroused nipples. He insisted on several of her open mouth and wet tongue. Father Monty told her he would use them to exercise his sex-obsessed cock when he was alone in his room. She felt herself get a little bit wet when she pictured him pleasuring himself with just her photos in front of him. It made her feel so desirable and wanted.

Samantha’s father was pleased she had taken the final step in her sexual development. He warned her that her desires needed to remain under her control at all times and that she should hide her other unnatural desires away from everyone. He told her that there were others of her kind in the world and that she should be particularly careful around them because they would try to make her more like them and less human. He told her it was a path to instant gratification and ultimate despair.

She heeded her father’s words.