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Oh my! Lightning sooooooo sexy right before the BOOM
Whispers from Mossy Grove
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Tomcat rubbed his back against the rugged bark of the old tree, then collapsed, rolled over, his belly exposed. Completely still, he listened to the chatter over in the meadow sprinkled with laughter and bits of music.
His tailed twitched in a deliberate exaggerated swish, thumping against the tree.
He particularly enjoyed when a visitor was welcomed to the Mossy Grove meadow. Very few people were let in on its particular magic and this girl definitely was special.
Her connection to what she liked was deep, often overwhelming her to feel an actual ache in her heart or bringing an emotional rush of happy or sad tears or inspiring her spirit to soar with joy in celebration.
She treasured, appreciated their words, their music, them as people and was profoundly sad at their demise, genuinely wishing there was something she could have done to prevent it.
And now, just for her, the veil between life and death had been partly lifted, gifting her a glimpse into the musical celebration of the heavens.
Tomcat always appreciated when dear Pearl and her beautiful carefree spirit showed up in the meadow. She always livened up the joint.
Tomcat, in a quick action, rolled back over, raised up and perked his ears. The sound from the meadow had changed. It was the girl. Her moans were soft.
The air permeating with her scent, Tomcat headed to the meadow.
The girl, naked, was sitting on the stump, her legs open, her eyes closed, head thrust back. She was being pleasured.
Tomcat wasn’t privy to which musician was her lover. That magic reserved for her, her mind’s eye.
Pearl was nearby, sitting among the wildflowers, talking to a yellow butterfly that lit onto her arm. Her watchful, protective eye never left her young charge. Musicians can be unpredictable, you know.
Hearing her, Tomcat shifted his gaze to Willa, who was crying out, climaxing with pleasure, her hips shuddering from each spasm as she forced her wet pussy into her lover’s face. She pumped his face, her hands grasping most likely his hair.
She whimpered, and then some more, her pleasure still lingering. Her breasts heaving, her flesh perspiring, her legs relaxing. She was near tears, coming down.
Pearl looked skyward, the sky particularly vivid, and smiled upon seeing the pale orb of mother moon, as she set high in sea of blue.
Willa was now laughing, talking in jibberish, tousling perhaps her lover’s hair. Stories were being shared.
Tomcat licked his chops, sniffed the air, capturing Willa’s most enchanting pussy scent and stored it away for another day.
https://youtu.be/ErXbMB9R5-0
bon, malcolm
His tailed twitched in a deliberate exaggerated swish, thumping against the tree.
He particularly enjoyed when a visitor was welcomed to the Mossy Grove meadow. Very few people were let in on its particular magic and this girl definitely was special.
Her connection to what she liked was deep, often overwhelming her to feel an actual ache in her heart or bringing an emotional rush of happy or sad tears or inspiring her spirit to soar with joy in celebration.
She treasured, appreciated their words, their music, them as people and was profoundly sad at their demise, genuinely wishing there was something she could have done to prevent it.
And now, just for her, the veil between life and death had been partly lifted, gifting her a glimpse into the musical celebration of the heavens.
Tomcat always appreciated when dear Pearl and her beautiful carefree spirit showed up in the meadow. She always livened up the joint.
Tomcat, in a quick action, rolled back over, raised up and perked his ears. The sound from the meadow had changed. It was the girl. Her moans were soft.
The air permeating with her scent, Tomcat headed to the meadow.
The girl, naked, was sitting on the stump, her legs open, her eyes closed, head thrust back. She was being pleasured.
Tomcat wasn’t privy to which musician was her lover. That magic reserved for her, her mind’s eye.
Pearl was nearby, sitting among the wildflowers, talking to a yellow butterfly that lit onto her arm. Her watchful, protective eye never left her young charge. Musicians can be unpredictable, you know.
Hearing her, Tomcat shifted his gaze to Willa, who was crying out, climaxing with pleasure, her hips shuddering from each spasm as she forced her wet pussy into her lover’s face. She pumped his face, her hands grasping most likely his hair.
She whimpered, and then some more, her pleasure still lingering. Her breasts heaving, her flesh perspiring, her legs relaxing. She was near tears, coming down.
Pearl looked skyward, the sky particularly vivid, and smiled upon seeing the pale orb of mother moon, as she set high in sea of blue.
Willa was now laughing, talking in jibberish, tousling perhaps her lover’s hair. Stories were being shared.
Tomcat licked his chops, sniffed the air, capturing Willa’s most enchanting pussy scent and stored it away for another day.
https://youtu.be/ErXbMB9R5-0
bon, malcolm
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Pearl sketched her, spending a little xtra time on her smile, her beautiful smile.
Willa, still in the meadow, was one with the heavens. She glowed, her flesh flushed with sexual excitement from physical play as well as from intangible sentiment.
She had woven together garlands of sweet William, wearing them in her hair and around her neck. Pearl smiled, as she sketched the garland snagged snuggly around the underside of Willa’s left breast.
The girl was dancing with a companion as a heavenly orchestra accompanied each graceful step among the wildflowers. Her breasts moved with her, electrifying the air with an incredible sensuality.
Tomcat had wandered into the meadow, settling on a spot near the stump. He sniffed the air, taking in her scent.
Willa was laughing at something her companion had said, and cupped her breasts, jiggling them. She pushed her companion back with her arms, then turned, wiggled her ass, then spun around in a curtsy.
And promptly lost her footing and fell flat to the ground, her legs wide open, her pussy exposed. Motionless, she stayed exposed, her lips still swollen from orgasm, her sex now hidden, her slit still dewey.
Her breasts, still heaving from dance, exquisitely in place, nipples skyward.
She sighed, a long sigh. Perhaps inviting a touch. Perhaps just taking in the love she felt from her surroundings.
The heavens kept playing, beautiful music filling the air, serenading the young woman, a thank you of sorts for the joy she brought to the meadow.
Pearl, leaning against the old tree, sketched her friend, Willa’s sex and soul bare to the music makers, whose timeless masterpieces enhance the well-being of those smart enough to listen.
https://youtu.be/cLAjxqdf-YA
Willa, still in the meadow, was one with the heavens. She glowed, her flesh flushed with sexual excitement from physical play as well as from intangible sentiment.
She had woven together garlands of sweet William, wearing them in her hair and around her neck. Pearl smiled, as she sketched the garland snagged snuggly around the underside of Willa’s left breast.
The girl was dancing with a companion as a heavenly orchestra accompanied each graceful step among the wildflowers. Her breasts moved with her, electrifying the air with an incredible sensuality.
Tomcat had wandered into the meadow, settling on a spot near the stump. He sniffed the air, taking in her scent.
Willa was laughing at something her companion had said, and cupped her breasts, jiggling them. She pushed her companion back with her arms, then turned, wiggled her ass, then spun around in a curtsy.
And promptly lost her footing and fell flat to the ground, her legs wide open, her pussy exposed. Motionless, she stayed exposed, her lips still swollen from orgasm, her sex now hidden, her slit still dewey.
Her breasts, still heaving from dance, exquisitely in place, nipples skyward.
She sighed, a long sigh. Perhaps inviting a touch. Perhaps just taking in the love she felt from her surroundings.
The heavens kept playing, beautiful music filling the air, serenading the young woman, a thank you of sorts for the joy she brought to the meadow.
Pearl, leaning against the old tree, sketched her friend, Willa’s sex and soul bare to the music makers, whose timeless masterpieces enhance the well-being of those smart enough to listen.
https://youtu.be/cLAjxqdf-YA
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A slight breeze passed over Willa’s bare pussy, her scent wafting toward the ol’ tree stump.
Tomcat’s ears twitched with the rush of cool air, and then her smell, her delicious smell, raided his senses. He raised, deliberately stretching each leg as he lingered in her essence, drawing her in long and hard.
This Willa was fast becoming his favorite.
He shook off the weed seeds that had attached to his fur and padded her way.
She was still, lying in the meadow, her breasts rising steadily with each breath. Her eyes closed, her naked body drenched in sunlight, her peaks casting shadows. Not aware he was near, she was whispering to someone or maybe to a memory.
Tomcat nuzzled his body against her side, purring to capture her attention. Willa, startled, jumped away quickly, then saw it was Tomcat.
Oh, it’s you, she said, smiling, patting him on the head before laying back down, closing her legs modestly. Tomcat settled against her. Willa started stroking his fur, running her fingers over his soft coat. Tomcat purred. Willa let out a long sigh and soon they both were fast asleep.
https://youtu.be/mdCgmpVaqC4
Tomcat’s ears twitched with the rush of cool air, and then her smell, her delicious smell, raided his senses. He raised, deliberately stretching each leg as he lingered in her essence, drawing her in long and hard.
This Willa was fast becoming his favorite.
He shook off the weed seeds that had attached to his fur and padded her way.
She was still, lying in the meadow, her breasts rising steadily with each breath. Her eyes closed, her naked body drenched in sunlight, her peaks casting shadows. Not aware he was near, she was whispering to someone or maybe to a memory.
Tomcat nuzzled his body against her side, purring to capture her attention. Willa, startled, jumped away quickly, then saw it was Tomcat.
Oh, it’s you, she said, smiling, patting him on the head before laying back down, closing her legs modestly. Tomcat settled against her. Willa started stroking his fur, running her fingers over his soft coat. Tomcat purred. Willa let out a long sigh and soon they both were fast asleep.
https://youtu.be/mdCgmpVaqC4
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Tomcat woke with a startle, raised his head, his hazel eyes piercing the summer landscape. All was calm in the meadow, the heavens silent, the veil in the sky intact.
Willa mumbled in her sleep, turned onto her side, her back to Tomcat, and brought her knees close to her breasts. Tomcat watched as the sweet girl’s pussy opened to him. His stare, never wavering, took in her luscious plump pussy lips so tidy, concealing a more delicate pair of folds protecting the entrance to her hole.
Tomcat, so entranced, did not hear the nearby flutter of wings as a flock of sparrows lifted from the wildflowers and flew away in search of water.
He watched, delighted when Willa’s pussy started to pulsate as she became restless in her sleep, mumbling words he didn’t recognize. She brought her knees tighter into her chest, her soft moans like a lullaby to Tomcat, his hazel eyes still on her pussy.
Her plump pussy lips were swelling, parting and revealing her inner folds, now butterfly wings. She was wet, rivulets of lubrication flowed from within and down her flesh. Her legs were twitching and her pussy heaving, her hole now visible, spasming as Willa’s moans became louder and urgent.
Willa’s body shuddered and she woke, letting out a short groan. She then was silent, turning onto her back and cradling her pussy with her hand. Her eyes closed, she was smiling.
The smell of her orgasm was intoxicating. Tomcat fell over and scratched his back against the earthern bed of flowers, all the while reveling in the sight of the sweet girl climaxing in her sleep.
https://youtu.be/JmGMzyajA2U
Willa mumbled in her sleep, turned onto her side, her back to Tomcat, and brought her knees close to her breasts. Tomcat watched as the sweet girl’s pussy opened to him. His stare, never wavering, took in her luscious plump pussy lips so tidy, concealing a more delicate pair of folds protecting the entrance to her hole.
Tomcat, so entranced, did not hear the nearby flutter of wings as a flock of sparrows lifted from the wildflowers and flew away in search of water.
He watched, delighted when Willa’s pussy started to pulsate as she became restless in her sleep, mumbling words he didn’t recognize. She brought her knees tighter into her chest, her soft moans like a lullaby to Tomcat, his hazel eyes still on her pussy.
Her plump pussy lips were swelling, parting and revealing her inner folds, now butterfly wings. She was wet, rivulets of lubrication flowed from within and down her flesh. Her legs were twitching and her pussy heaving, her hole now visible, spasming as Willa’s moans became louder and urgent.
Willa’s body shuddered and she woke, letting out a short groan. She then was silent, turning onto her back and cradling her pussy with her hand. Her eyes closed, she was smiling.
The smell of her orgasm was intoxicating. Tomcat fell over and scratched his back against the earthern bed of flowers, all the while reveling in the sight of the sweet girl climaxing in her sleep.
https://youtu.be/JmGMzyajA2U
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Willa woke to the most heavenly sound. Feeling the warmth of the bright afternoon sun on her face, she opened her eyes, immediately squinting at the brilliant globe, suspended among shards of broken sky.
Through the fragments, Willa could see the silhouettes and forms of the musicians, some of them at pianos, others with guitars, some holding fiddles, batons or microphones. Psychedelic swirls of color. The clashing of cymbals. Geometric patterns, prisms. Musical notes danced across the sky. Metronomes kept time. A wonderland in the sky.
As the music played, Willa watched the heavenly orchestra through the spaces between her fingers, her hand shielding her eyes from the glare.
Her mind was one with the music. Her body frozen in time, part of her earthern bed. Willa watched as faces became clearer. Her heart leaped every time she recognized one.
Willa’s senses heightened, the colors more vibrant, the music so alive. The silhouettes closer, more pronounced, more human.
Willa raised her hand toward him, fully expecting to break on through, to touch him.
She batted the air, as a kitten does with a play toy, alway coming up short of grasping the gorgeous curls on his head. She laughed with each failed lunge and he seemed to enjoy the playful romp of her flirt.
He was so close, looking at her, watching her, his eyes piercing her own. He leaned in closer, she could feel his breath on her. She felt her nipples harden.
His eyes on her.
Come on baby light my fire, he spoke.
As he thrust his finger into her naked pussy.
https://youtu.be/E_Y2HFU4D7o
happy new year
Through the fragments, Willa could see the silhouettes and forms of the musicians, some of them at pianos, others with guitars, some holding fiddles, batons or microphones. Psychedelic swirls of color. The clashing of cymbals. Geometric patterns, prisms. Musical notes danced across the sky. Metronomes kept time. A wonderland in the sky.
As the music played, Willa watched the heavenly orchestra through the spaces between her fingers, her hand shielding her eyes from the glare.
Her mind was one with the music. Her body frozen in time, part of her earthern bed. Willa watched as faces became clearer. Her heart leaped every time she recognized one.
Willa’s senses heightened, the colors more vibrant, the music so alive. The silhouettes closer, more pronounced, more human.
Willa raised her hand toward him, fully expecting to break on through, to touch him.
She batted the air, as a kitten does with a play toy, alway coming up short of grasping the gorgeous curls on his head. She laughed with each failed lunge and he seemed to enjoy the playful romp of her flirt.
He was so close, looking at her, watching her, his eyes piercing her own. He leaned in closer, she could feel his breath on her. She felt her nipples harden.
His eyes on her.
Come on baby light my fire, he spoke.
As he thrust his finger into her naked pussy.
https://youtu.be/E_Y2HFU4D7o
happy new year
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A gentle rain falls on the meadow of Mossy Grove, wildflowers lit in an eerie glow cast by a full moon that dances behind thin clouds.
The sky is an electric deep blue, punctuated with short flashes of light, be it lightning or remnants of concert spotlights can be argued.
Her soft moans compete with those of the barred owl perched at the forest’s edge, waiting for its mate to return. A field mouse scurries through the underbrush of the meadow, safe for now.
The surface of the bog, a short walk away, is still. Underneath, they slumber. This is not their time.
The meadow, nurtured by a short rain shower, becomes center stage in a heavenly performance of music and passion and a desire to love her madly.
Willa, nearly overwhelmed in pleasure, opens her eyes long enough to relish the hazy image of him, the unruly locks of his gorgeous mane bobbing between her thighs. His tongue, licking her pussy, takes turns between stabbing into her hole, collecting her juices and sucking her clit. His hands, one against each thigh, forcing them apart.
She hears him, his music, his song. His hips, belted in silver, covered in taut leather.
She feels hands at her breasts, fingers delicately tracing the circles around her nipples, bringing her hips involuntarily up against his face.
Willa groans, her hips thrusting rhythmically, as her lover’s lizard tongue rapidly flicks her clit, intent on bringing her to orgasm.
Willa’s nipples erect, nimble fingers pluck them like an eight-string as the soft hum of Pearl’s lullaby voice fills the air. Willa’s head is cozily nestled in her friend’s lap while her pelvis thrusts in frenzy against her lover’s thirsty lust.
Pearl pinches Willa’s nipples sending jolts of electrified pleasure to her friend’s clitoris, his tongue there sending her skyward where her climax awaits.
Mother moon pulsates as the orgasmic energy from the meadow swims toward her light. The sky shudders, the moon wobbles as loud pleasured cries from below crash like waves against heavenly shores.
just for him, uh-huh
https://youtu.be/Oa6lAM1l0Hk
The sky is an electric deep blue, punctuated with short flashes of light, be it lightning or remnants of concert spotlights can be argued.
Her soft moans compete with those of the barred owl perched at the forest’s edge, waiting for its mate to return. A field mouse scurries through the underbrush of the meadow, safe for now.
The surface of the bog, a short walk away, is still. Underneath, they slumber. This is not their time.
The meadow, nurtured by a short rain shower, becomes center stage in a heavenly performance of music and passion and a desire to love her madly.
Willa, nearly overwhelmed in pleasure, opens her eyes long enough to relish the hazy image of him, the unruly locks of his gorgeous mane bobbing between her thighs. His tongue, licking her pussy, takes turns between stabbing into her hole, collecting her juices and sucking her clit. His hands, one against each thigh, forcing them apart.
She hears him, his music, his song. His hips, belted in silver, covered in taut leather.
She feels hands at her breasts, fingers delicately tracing the circles around her nipples, bringing her hips involuntarily up against his face.
Willa groans, her hips thrusting rhythmically, as her lover’s lizard tongue rapidly flicks her clit, intent on bringing her to orgasm.
Willa’s nipples erect, nimble fingers pluck them like an eight-string as the soft hum of Pearl’s lullaby voice fills the air. Willa’s head is cozily nestled in her friend’s lap while her pelvis thrusts in frenzy against her lover’s thirsty lust.
Pearl pinches Willa’s nipples sending jolts of electrified pleasure to her friend’s clitoris, his tongue there sending her skyward where her climax awaits.
Mother moon pulsates as the orgasmic energy from the meadow swims toward her light. The sky shudders, the moon wobbles as loud pleasured cries from below crash like waves against heavenly shores.
just for him, uh-huh
https://youtu.be/Oa6lAM1l0Hk
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The three lay in the meadow side by side, Willa in the middle, his right hand holding her pussy, her left hand cradling his sex. The girl’s other hand holding the hand of her friend, on her right.
Every so often, his finger would dip into her wet hole and she would feel his cock twitch and give it a gentle squeeze. Soft moans would escape her lips as his finger explored her folds.
Their eyes were on the sky that had opened to them, revealing the majesty of the beyond. They now were captive to a quartet of four hippies playing electric music on a simple stage. The drummer elevated, the piano man leaned into a Rhodes and the guitarist, a fingerstylist. The singer, making love to his world, stood grasping the microphone, his strong voice effortless, his ample locks unruly, his leather tight, his words poetic.
Pulsing his hand in perfect time against her pussy, Willa heard him quietly singing along, occasionally stopping in an attempt to subdue emotion. She burrowed her body closer to his, longing to turn and comfort him. She dared not look at his face, though, afraid she might see tears that would further sear her saddened heart.
Pearl, her own eyes welled up, quietly acknowledged the pain with a few rhythmic squeezes to Willa’s hand, often looking over at her friend. Tomcat, at Pearl’s side, nuzzled her, purring and rubbing his fuzzy head against her flesh.
Light flashed, sound boomed. A steady warm rain fell on Mossy Grove, a small start to replenishing the bog, nurturing the meadow.
The world depends on you, she heard him sing at her side, then amplifying, our life will never end.
The trio, content in the meadow, continued to watch the opened sky, their naked flesh washed in the rain.
The band played on as it always would.
https://youtu.be/k9o78-f2mIM
Every so often, his finger would dip into her wet hole and she would feel his cock twitch and give it a gentle squeeze. Soft moans would escape her lips as his finger explored her folds.
Their eyes were on the sky that had opened to them, revealing the majesty of the beyond. They now were captive to a quartet of four hippies playing electric music on a simple stage. The drummer elevated, the piano man leaned into a Rhodes and the guitarist, a fingerstylist. The singer, making love to his world, stood grasping the microphone, his strong voice effortless, his ample locks unruly, his leather tight, his words poetic.
Pulsing his hand in perfect time against her pussy, Willa heard him quietly singing along, occasionally stopping in an attempt to subdue emotion. She burrowed her body closer to his, longing to turn and comfort him. She dared not look at his face, though, afraid she might see tears that would further sear her saddened heart.
Pearl, her own eyes welled up, quietly acknowledged the pain with a few rhythmic squeezes to Willa’s hand, often looking over at her friend. Tomcat, at Pearl’s side, nuzzled her, purring and rubbing his fuzzy head against her flesh.
Light flashed, sound boomed. A steady warm rain fell on Mossy Grove, a small start to replenishing the bog, nurturing the meadow.
The world depends on you, she heard him sing at her side, then amplifying, our life will never end.
The trio, content in the meadow, continued to watch the opened sky, their naked flesh washed in the rain.
The band played on as it always would.
https://youtu.be/k9o78-f2mIM
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Tomcat lifted his head, squinting his hazel eyes, caught in the rising sun. A lazy yawn before he shifted his body, looking out onto the field of wildflowers, attracted to the early song of the meadowlark.
His attention darting back to the sleeping threesome, their flesh radiant in the early morning light. The women, their curves creating landscapes of gently rolling hills punctuated by perfectly formed globed peaks and lush valleys that trail to entrances of dripping caverns and soft resting places.
Tomcat raised his nose to the air, briefly capturing the scent of the women. His scent, the man’s, was more prominent.
Looking at him, the man’s body was a contrast to that of the women. His lean torso was defined by sharp lines, a landscape of soft ridges and dense flatlands. His chest raised with each breath, urging the sun higher with each rise.
Tomcat’s gaze trailed to the man’s sex, which had just awakened, mimicking the rise of the sun. Golden rays shone on his cockhead, the celebrated headpiece on his stiffened rod, the most prominent feature of his landscape.
Tomcat twitched his tail twice and licked his chops, delighted that the man was aware of his arousal, touching it, then reached for the girl sleeping next to him.
He turned toward her and touched her face, running his finger along her jaw, to her lips, down her chin, her neck, stopping at her breast. He touched her nipple. And touched it again, then settled on tapping out a song on it. A song long playing in his head.
She squirmed, waking, opened her eyes and smiled into his. He tapped her nipple several more times before raising and holding her face in both hands, kissing her deeply.
She opened her legs wide, her pussy lit by the rays of the rising sun that now matched his golden cock.
Tomcat sniffed the air. Her scent was back. The show was about to begin.
https://youtu.be/RrDsSPtZOu4
believe robby's story about the black eye?
His attention darting back to the sleeping threesome, their flesh radiant in the early morning light. The women, their curves creating landscapes of gently rolling hills punctuated by perfectly formed globed peaks and lush valleys that trail to entrances of dripping caverns and soft resting places.
Tomcat raised his nose to the air, briefly capturing the scent of the women. His scent, the man’s, was more prominent.
Looking at him, the man’s body was a contrast to that of the women. His lean torso was defined by sharp lines, a landscape of soft ridges and dense flatlands. His chest raised with each breath, urging the sun higher with each rise.
Tomcat’s gaze trailed to the man’s sex, which had just awakened, mimicking the rise of the sun. Golden rays shone on his cockhead, the celebrated headpiece on his stiffened rod, the most prominent feature of his landscape.
Tomcat twitched his tail twice and licked his chops, delighted that the man was aware of his arousal, touching it, then reached for the girl sleeping next to him.
He turned toward her and touched her face, running his finger along her jaw, to her lips, down her chin, her neck, stopping at her breast. He touched her nipple. And touched it again, then settled on tapping out a song on it. A song long playing in his head.
She squirmed, waking, opened her eyes and smiled into his. He tapped her nipple several more times before raising and holding her face in both hands, kissing her deeply.
She opened her legs wide, her pussy lit by the rays of the rising sun that now matched his golden cock.
Tomcat sniffed the air. Her scent was back. The show was about to begin.
https://youtu.be/RrDsSPtZOu4
believe robby's story about the black eye?
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Willa, her head cradled in the soft lap of Pearl, opens her eyes, her pleasure interrupted by the hoarse calls of Canada geese, lifting in flight from the nearby bog.
She watches as seven geese, one without a partner, collect into the familiar formation, their bodies silhouettes against the brilliant morning sun.
Willa closes her eyes and moans, his touch demanding her attention. She draws in her stomach, a natural reaction to the tap of his cockhead against her slit. He is kneeling between her opened thighs, which she draws tightly against his torso, holding him in position.
He traces his stiff cock against her slit, just stopping short of her clitoris, still protected by puffy lips. He continues hid slide, each pass drawing more of her pussy juice from inside her entrance.
He leans forward, his hands replacing those of Pearl’s on Willa’s breasts, kneading her fleshy mounds as his cock slides rhythmically against her. Willa, her pussy matching his rhythm, presses against him.
Willa reaches for his face, opens her eyes and looks into his hypnotic intense stare. He lowers his mouth onto hers, kissing her deeply, electrifying her sex now desperate for his penetration.
Still holding his face, she turns his head, gently bites his ear and whispers, fuck me.
His cock punctures her hole. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. He raises his face from hers, his eyes still locked on hers, and whispers the sweetest poetry to her as his stiff snake talks dirty to her pussy.
The heavens open, and the air is filled with orchestral sounds, the tempo of soft rollicking music mimicking the rhythm of the couple’s lovemaking.
His cock thrusting into her, his finger touches her exposed clitoris at the same time Pearl starts teasing her nipples, causing the girl to cry out from intense shots of pleasure.
Willa’s cries, building with each thrust and each tug, reach the heavens, the orchestra pausing in anticipation of her climax.
The sky, a turbulent haze of psychedelic color, swirls in anticipation as Willa’s cries become urgent as is her climb higher and higher. The sky explodes in color before unseen as Willa screams out, toppling over the edge. And he sounds loudly as he cums, his heat filling her hole, oozing out and dripping down her flesh.
He collapses onto her. Pearl rubs his shoulders and back, humming one of her favorites. The sky celebrates the union in color and the music, picking up on Pearl’s lead, resumes softly.
They lay together as the heavens settle, the music still soft. A flock of geese flies over high above, this time a perfect formation of eight.
He lifts from her, looks at Pearl and winks. He traces Willa’s face with his finger and she opens her eyes, matching his smile with her own. He kisses her fully, before leaning back, his soft cock on her slit, he still captive between her thighs.
Willa smiles as she opens her thighs and releases her golden fluid on him, warming his flesh. Delighted, his fingers play in her stream, spraying her and him. And before she is done, his face is at her pussy, his lips eagerly collecting her fluid, lapping up her delicious drink mixed with his.
https://youtu.be/2taGApKezNI
again, for him
She watches as seven geese, one without a partner, collect into the familiar formation, their bodies silhouettes against the brilliant morning sun.
Willa closes her eyes and moans, his touch demanding her attention. She draws in her stomach, a natural reaction to the tap of his cockhead against her slit. He is kneeling between her opened thighs, which she draws tightly against his torso, holding him in position.
He traces his stiff cock against her slit, just stopping short of her clitoris, still protected by puffy lips. He continues hid slide, each pass drawing more of her pussy juice from inside her entrance.
He leans forward, his hands replacing those of Pearl’s on Willa’s breasts, kneading her fleshy mounds as his cock slides rhythmically against her. Willa, her pussy matching his rhythm, presses against him.
Willa reaches for his face, opens her eyes and looks into his hypnotic intense stare. He lowers his mouth onto hers, kissing her deeply, electrifying her sex now desperate for his penetration.
Still holding his face, she turns his head, gently bites his ear and whispers, fuck me.
His cock punctures her hole. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. He raises his face from hers, his eyes still locked on hers, and whispers the sweetest poetry to her as his stiff snake talks dirty to her pussy.
The heavens open, and the air is filled with orchestral sounds, the tempo of soft rollicking music mimicking the rhythm of the couple’s lovemaking.
His cock thrusting into her, his finger touches her exposed clitoris at the same time Pearl starts teasing her nipples, causing the girl to cry out from intense shots of pleasure.
Willa’s cries, building with each thrust and each tug, reach the heavens, the orchestra pausing in anticipation of her climax.
The sky, a turbulent haze of psychedelic color, swirls in anticipation as Willa’s cries become urgent as is her climb higher and higher. The sky explodes in color before unseen as Willa screams out, toppling over the edge. And he sounds loudly as he cums, his heat filling her hole, oozing out and dripping down her flesh.
He collapses onto her. Pearl rubs his shoulders and back, humming one of her favorites. The sky celebrates the union in color and the music, picking up on Pearl’s lead, resumes softly.
They lay together as the heavens settle, the music still soft. A flock of geese flies over high above, this time a perfect formation of eight.
He lifts from her, looks at Pearl and winks. He traces Willa’s face with his finger and she opens her eyes, matching his smile with her own. He kisses her fully, before leaning back, his soft cock on her slit, he still captive between her thighs.
Willa smiles as she opens her thighs and releases her golden fluid on him, warming his flesh. Delighted, his fingers play in her stream, spraying her and him. And before she is done, his face is at her pussy, his lips eagerly collecting her fluid, lapping up her delicious drink mixed with his.
https://youtu.be/2taGApKezNI
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Tomcat, over by the stump, watched the two women sitting naked, cross-legged in the meadow. Willa, her face downcast, was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder. As she reached for a daisy, Tomcat glimpsed her full breast, its nipple placed perfectly and ripe for tasting. Willa, staring at the flower, plucked the daisy apart petal by petal, while listening to Pearl. Every so often, Pearl would reach for Willa’s arm.
Tomcat knew what was happening. Creation was calling the singer back to the sky, his gig on Earth done. Unusual with this one was the amount of time he was allowed to spend with her. This Willa was special, her heart was gold unlike most who walked Earth.
Tomcat looked upward toward the sky, squinting his eyes at the bright sun that soon would reveal one of the most glorious wonders Tomcat had ever seen. The girl would cry but creation needed him back to keep its order, its balance.
You gotta let him go, sis, Pearl told Willa, holding her forearm. He’s not gonna go until you let him. He digs you and wants to stay but he can’t. That’s just the way it is. You gotta release him, Pearl finished, shrugging her shoulders in emphasis.
Willa bit her lip and cried, I don’t want to.
He leaned into her even more, his chest pressing into hers, whispering into her ear. She smiled and nodded. His hand reached for her pussy, his fingers opening her lips, pressing inside, the force catching her off guard.
Oh, my, Willa said, her eyes wide, her smile even wider as he fingered her wet hole. Still whispering in her ear, the sky began to churn like a kalidescope, clouds tumbling onto each other, color falling from the sky.
Hey, stop with the poetry, man. You gotta go, Pearl told him, glancing at the sky. Willa, you gotta let him go. It’s the way it’s gotta be. It's just order of things.
Damn, Willa said softly. Damn. She pulled away from him, moving his hand from her pussy, and guiding his sticky fingers into his mouth. She leaned into his lap and started sucking his cock, his glorious head with all her might. Within minutes he was grunting and cumming, spilling his hot froth into her mouth.
The sky was a deep purple yet the sun was still shining. It was churning, a mass of tumbling clouds.
The heavens split open and a swirl of bass and treble clefs, half notes and sharps starting as a small eddy, continued to grow and elongate into a tornadic spiral that shone as bright as the sun.
Willa, frightened and in awe, stood up, her flesh aglow from the light of the musical staircase to heaven. He stood with her, hand in hand, and watched as the spiral come closer.
He turned to her, thumbed her nipples tenderly and kissed her madly. Willa orgasmed while his lips were locked on hers and his hands on her breasts.
Go, man, Pearl urged.
After a long hug, he stepped into the swirl and disappeared. Willa, tears streaming down her face, watched as a red orange flame traveled skyward and disappeared into the open crack that closed immediately.
Pearl joined her and together, with Tomcat at their feet, they watched as the sky became its bright blue again, the sun choosing to stay behind a white fluffy cloud.
https://youtu.be/EAmIuTI4wRg
Tomcat knew what was happening. Creation was calling the singer back to the sky, his gig on Earth done. Unusual with this one was the amount of time he was allowed to spend with her. This Willa was special, her heart was gold unlike most who walked Earth.
Tomcat looked upward toward the sky, squinting his eyes at the bright sun that soon would reveal one of the most glorious wonders Tomcat had ever seen. The girl would cry but creation needed him back to keep its order, its balance.
You gotta let him go, sis, Pearl told Willa, holding her forearm. He’s not gonna go until you let him. He digs you and wants to stay but he can’t. That’s just the way it is. You gotta release him, Pearl finished, shrugging her shoulders in emphasis.
Willa bit her lip and cried, I don’t want to.
He leaned into her even more, his chest pressing into hers, whispering into her ear. She smiled and nodded. His hand reached for her pussy, his fingers opening her lips, pressing inside, the force catching her off guard.
Oh, my, Willa said, her eyes wide, her smile even wider as he fingered her wet hole. Still whispering in her ear, the sky began to churn like a kalidescope, clouds tumbling onto each other, color falling from the sky.
Hey, stop with the poetry, man. You gotta go, Pearl told him, glancing at the sky. Willa, you gotta let him go. It’s the way it’s gotta be. It's just order of things.
Damn, Willa said softly. Damn. She pulled away from him, moving his hand from her pussy, and guiding his sticky fingers into his mouth. She leaned into his lap and started sucking his cock, his glorious head with all her might. Within minutes he was grunting and cumming, spilling his hot froth into her mouth.
The sky was a deep purple yet the sun was still shining. It was churning, a mass of tumbling clouds.
The heavens split open and a swirl of bass and treble clefs, half notes and sharps starting as a small eddy, continued to grow and elongate into a tornadic spiral that shone as bright as the sun.
Willa, frightened and in awe, stood up, her flesh aglow from the light of the musical staircase to heaven. He stood with her, hand in hand, and watched as the spiral come closer.
He turned to her, thumbed her nipples tenderly and kissed her madly. Willa orgasmed while his lips were locked on hers and his hands on her breasts.
Go, man, Pearl urged.
After a long hug, he stepped into the swirl and disappeared. Willa, tears streaming down her face, watched as a red orange flame traveled skyward and disappeared into the open crack that closed immediately.
Pearl joined her and together, with Tomcat at their feet, they watched as the sky became its bright blue again, the sun choosing to stay behind a white fluffy cloud.
https://youtu.be/EAmIuTI4wRg
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Pearl sat leaning against the trunk of the shade tree, and picked up her six-string. Her right breast snugly following the curve of the guitar, she started strumming her favorite tune, a tear dropping onto her cheek.
The sky was a seamless expanse of brilliant blue, no signs of the crack that had opened just a short time ago to reclaim its own. Birds were teetering on tall stems in the meadow. The sun’s heat and rays nuturing the landscape.
Tomcat had followed Pearl back to the tree, leaving a low-spirited Willa back in the meadow. Glancing back, he watched as the naked girl wandered through the daisy-ladened field, her head down. He wondered if she was aware of the yellow butterfly that danced lazily in the air around her.
Hearing Pearl’s song, Tomcat turned his attention toward the tree, delighted whenever Pearl played, especially when her perfect tits teased in hide and seek fashion from behind the guitar. He loved Pearl’s nipples, so thick. And, as usual, Pearl, cross-legged, exposing her pussy lips, agape and flashing the folds of her sex, moistened from the day’s heat and a few memories.
Tomcat, his hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight, moved in closer to better see Pearl’s nipples, now erect due to a sudden cool breeze. He raised his nose high and smelled Pearl and her pussy, so ripe. He pawed at the leaf that had just fallen to the soft earth and laid down to listen to Pearl’s sweet raspy voice and, of course, to watch those delicious titties and that pussy.
Creation sent Pearl to Mossy Grove to spend time with the girl, and for this Tomcat was grateful. He loved when Pearl visited and not just because of her tits and pussy. Willa must be one special girl for Creation to allow its dimension to be lifted and for them to interact with her, and for so long.
Tomcat forced his gaze away from Pearl to check on Willa. From afar, she was facing them but her face was turned up toward the sky. Her body was exquisite -- her breasts perfect globes, her tummy rounded and her mound fuzzy just above her entrance.
Then, the sound.
Pearl stopped singing at the same time Tomcat’s ears twitched. They both heard it together. The sound, coming from the bog, filling the air at Mossy Grove.
https://youtu.be/dtPDLZyRL3o
Shit, Pearl said, looking at Tomcat. She’s back.
https://youtu.be/B8_xkuGbPhY
we're all a little mad, in a good way
The sky was a seamless expanse of brilliant blue, no signs of the crack that had opened just a short time ago to reclaim its own. Birds were teetering on tall stems in the meadow. The sun’s heat and rays nuturing the landscape.
Tomcat had followed Pearl back to the tree, leaving a low-spirited Willa back in the meadow. Glancing back, he watched as the naked girl wandered through the daisy-ladened field, her head down. He wondered if she was aware of the yellow butterfly that danced lazily in the air around her.
Hearing Pearl’s song, Tomcat turned his attention toward the tree, delighted whenever Pearl played, especially when her perfect tits teased in hide and seek fashion from behind the guitar. He loved Pearl’s nipples, so thick. And, as usual, Pearl, cross-legged, exposing her pussy lips, agape and flashing the folds of her sex, moistened from the day’s heat and a few memories.
Tomcat, his hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight, moved in closer to better see Pearl’s nipples, now erect due to a sudden cool breeze. He raised his nose high and smelled Pearl and her pussy, so ripe. He pawed at the leaf that had just fallen to the soft earth and laid down to listen to Pearl’s sweet raspy voice and, of course, to watch those delicious titties and that pussy.
Creation sent Pearl to Mossy Grove to spend time with the girl, and for this Tomcat was grateful. He loved when Pearl visited and not just because of her tits and pussy. Willa must be one special girl for Creation to allow its dimension to be lifted and for them to interact with her, and for so long.
Tomcat forced his gaze away from Pearl to check on Willa. From afar, she was facing them but her face was turned up toward the sky. Her body was exquisite -- her breasts perfect globes, her tummy rounded and her mound fuzzy just above her entrance.
Then, the sound.
Pearl stopped singing at the same time Tomcat’s ears twitched. They both heard it together. The sound, coming from the bog, filling the air at Mossy Grove.
https://youtu.be/dtPDLZyRL3o
Shit, Pearl said, looking at Tomcat. She’s back.
https://youtu.be/B8_xkuGbPhY
we're all a little mad, in a good way
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The bog, which had been still for some time, was churning, mud from its depth bubbling up to the surface. Light and dark played well together in a beautiful mix of water and silt.
The cool breeze had become a stiff wind, sending leaves from the shade tree into suspended dance. Creation had become silent, the feathered and furried taking cover in the safety of dense brush and hidden dens.
Her song continued. Her sound steady and enchanting.
Pearl watched, mesmerized by the bog, its surface boiling with an indescribable eroticism that fired her up sensually. Her mind told her to resist but she was betrayed by her flesh. Her body already had established a direct connection between her nipples and clitoris, relaying flashes of intense pleasure building upon each other.
Tomcat watched Pearl, her gaze steady on the bubbling bog, and he knew his friend was in lady evil’s trance. Pearl’s nipples were hard. Her areolas puckered. She began to rub herself, opening her legs wide, circling her clitoris. Pearl, leaning against the tree, played with herself as the lady’s song urged her to climax.
Tomcat, relieved some that Pearl hadn’t been seduced to step into the muddied water, nuzzled protectively against the quivering thigh of his friend as she soared higher.
He looked over to the meadow. Beautiful Willa had walked closer toward the bog but had stopped still a distance away, one hand busy at her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. She, too, was watching the bog, its surface rolling with wave after wave of visual massage that ignited the fiercest of sexual passion.
Tomcat, resigned to let it all play out, watched and listened, his tail twitching, his fur bristled, as both women neared orgasm. His sensibilities urged him to break lady evil’s spell but at the same time he eagerly awaited the pleasured cries of the women, greedy for their loud climaxes to shatter the sound of siren.
https://youtu.be/5ab45emNNIU
The cool breeze had become a stiff wind, sending leaves from the shade tree into suspended dance. Creation had become silent, the feathered and furried taking cover in the safety of dense brush and hidden dens.
Her song continued. Her sound steady and enchanting.
Pearl watched, mesmerized by the bog, its surface boiling with an indescribable eroticism that fired her up sensually. Her mind told her to resist but she was betrayed by her flesh. Her body already had established a direct connection between her nipples and clitoris, relaying flashes of intense pleasure building upon each other.
Tomcat watched Pearl, her gaze steady on the bubbling bog, and he knew his friend was in lady evil’s trance. Pearl’s nipples were hard. Her areolas puckered. She began to rub herself, opening her legs wide, circling her clitoris. Pearl, leaning against the tree, played with herself as the lady’s song urged her to climax.
Tomcat, relieved some that Pearl hadn’t been seduced to step into the muddied water, nuzzled protectively against the quivering thigh of his friend as she soared higher.
He looked over to the meadow. Beautiful Willa had walked closer toward the bog but had stopped still a distance away, one hand busy at her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. She, too, was watching the bog, its surface rolling with wave after wave of visual massage that ignited the fiercest of sexual passion.
Tomcat, resigned to let it all play out, watched and listened, his tail twitching, his fur bristled, as both women neared orgasm. His sensibilities urged him to break lady evil’s spell but at the same time he eagerly awaited the pleasured cries of the women, greedy for their loud climaxes to shatter the sound of siren.
https://youtu.be/5ab45emNNIU
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Tomcat, from his perch at the old stump, watched as the naked woman, her bare body bronzed in the late afternoon sunlight, danced before the men as they ogled her, their cocks hard, their hands busied.
She danced closer to the men, who stood together in the meadow stroking their rods, some more vigorously than others. Two were stroking each other. They made guttural noises with each thrust of the hand, as she seduced them, exaggerating her ample curves by tracing them with her hands and paying special attention to the places they were.
She looked into their eyes, intoxicating them with her gaze, her gyrating hips. She teasingly scooped a breast in each hand, squeezed them together and presented a vessel for them to plunge their dicks into.
She let one man lick a nipple with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and pinching both of her buds, rolling them. She danced before each of her charges, allowing them one by one to suck her hardened tips, her pussy wetter with each grip of a mouth.
She knew before long she would lay in the meadow and let each one kneel between her legs, eagerly taking turns sucking and licking her pussy bud. She would cry out with each orgasm, not holding back, greedy for her own pleasure.
The men would cum when they desired but not on her. Most likely, in a fit of sexual frenzy, they would splash their seed on each other, their grunts and moans audible.
She would join them in the nearby natural spring, soaking in the euphoric-charged waters that altered their minds and pleasured their senses.
The shriek of a bluejay startled Tomcat. He heard them and was relieved to see Pearl and Willa in the meadow gathering flowers and making garlands.
Tomcat purred and raised. He shook his body fully, trying to shake the memory of the lady dancing so long ago in the meadow.
She danced closer to the men, who stood together in the meadow stroking their rods, some more vigorously than others. Two were stroking each other. They made guttural noises with each thrust of the hand, as she seduced them, exaggerating her ample curves by tracing them with her hands and paying special attention to the places they were.
She looked into their eyes, intoxicating them with her gaze, her gyrating hips. She teasingly scooped a breast in each hand, squeezed them together and presented a vessel for them to plunge their dicks into.
She let one man lick a nipple with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and pinching both of her buds, rolling them. She danced before each of her charges, allowing them one by one to suck her hardened tips, her pussy wetter with each grip of a mouth.
She knew before long she would lay in the meadow and let each one kneel between her legs, eagerly taking turns sucking and licking her pussy bud. She would cry out with each orgasm, not holding back, greedy for her own pleasure.
The men would cum when they desired but not on her. Most likely, in a fit of sexual frenzy, they would splash their seed on each other, their grunts and moans audible.
She would join them in the nearby natural spring, soaking in the euphoric-charged waters that altered their minds and pleasured their senses.
The shriek of a bluejay startled Tomcat. He heard them and was relieved to see Pearl and Willa in the meadow gathering flowers and making garlands.
Tomcat purred and raised. He shook his body fully, trying to shake the memory of the lady dancing so long ago in the meadow.
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Willa and Pearl, flower garlands entwined in their hair, walk hand in hand throughout the meadow, talking busily as a yellow butterfly dances around them.
Watching, Tomcat yawned, growing increasingly tired as the day’s sunshine bears down on his lean body. Giving in, Tomcat rolled over on his side, stretched his legs and allowed his heavy lids to close over his hazel eyes.
He could hear the chatter of the meadow and an occasional laugh — Pearl’s laugh, so distinct. Soon, the noise dimmed to silence and Tomcat was back in the meadow from long ago.
The woman, she was a beauty. Creation had allowed her to leave the heavens to experience the miracle of Mossy Grove. And to pleasure some of her mortal fans — and to be pleasured by them — who continued to admire her even after her demise.
Creation was all about rewarding those who remain faithful, appreciating the musical
gifts that had been bestowed on a select few. Sometimes these musical geniuses screwed up and their mortal journeys were shortened but their legacies left behind for those to enjoy.
Creation allowed a few to return to the mortal world to receive and give pleasure and then go back to their heavenly realm.
The mortals, men and women, were drawn to the Grove and came without hesitation, called to the meadow by a yearning from within, unexplainable but necessary.
This day, she was waiting for those who still listen. She was like an oasis in the desert. She was the drink that would quench their thirst.
Tomcat always was thankful to be in the meadow when they showed up. And he wasn’t immune to their charms. Hers were magical. He would gaze on her brilliance, each time like the first time.
She would appear in a psychedelic aura, her eyes aglow with sunshine, her hair a thick brunette mane that flowed nearly to her waist, her rosy lips turned-up in a natural smile, her flawless skin naturally bronzed.
Her soft curves designed for nurturing, her full breasts with chestnut areolas and stout nipples, her pussy entrance shielded by a brunette patch.
She was a rare diamond, polished by heaven’s fortune and a gift from creation to men who appreciated her musical gifts while she walked as a mortal.
Tomcat’s ear twitched, hearing the footsteps of one wandering into the meadow, drawn to the naked woman sitting on a tree stump.
The man, himself naked having left his clothes a few steps back, stops and blinks his eyes long and hard, not believing what he is seeing. Opening his eyes slowly, he smiles as tears form in his eyes and lust triggers an awakening in his groin.
His musical girl. The one he adores and dreams about.
The beauty turns toward him, sets her gaze on his and opens her legs, showing her dark muff and a glimpse of her pink pussy.
The man groans, and grabs onto his hardened cock. He stumbles a bit but keeps upright, stroking his rod fully as he approaches her. She reaches her hand toward him, holding it steady until he reaches her and his cock is in her grip. He stands, his back arched, his head in the clouds, groaning as she massages his cockhead and then long strokes him.
Still groaning, he looks down at her hand, expertly making love to his erection, feeling his balls full of hot cum. Her thighs still open, he watches as her pussy juice puddles on the stump. Oh gawd, he cries out and starts cumming, shooting several loads of heat into the air and onto the earth.
Tomcat grinned. More seed to nurture the meadow, where the flowers grow so incredibly high. He moved a little closer, knowing the beauty would soon lay down, spread her legs wide in an invitation for the man to bury his face in her wet pussy.
https://youtu.be/naoknj1ebqI
Watching, Tomcat yawned, growing increasingly tired as the day’s sunshine bears down on his lean body. Giving in, Tomcat rolled over on his side, stretched his legs and allowed his heavy lids to close over his hazel eyes.
He could hear the chatter of the meadow and an occasional laugh — Pearl’s laugh, so distinct. Soon, the noise dimmed to silence and Tomcat was back in the meadow from long ago.
The woman, she was a beauty. Creation had allowed her to leave the heavens to experience the miracle of Mossy Grove. And to pleasure some of her mortal fans — and to be pleasured by them — who continued to admire her even after her demise.
Creation was all about rewarding those who remain faithful, appreciating the musical
gifts that had been bestowed on a select few. Sometimes these musical geniuses screwed up and their mortal journeys were shortened but their legacies left behind for those to enjoy.
Creation allowed a few to return to the mortal world to receive and give pleasure and then go back to their heavenly realm.
The mortals, men and women, were drawn to the Grove and came without hesitation, called to the meadow by a yearning from within, unexplainable but necessary.
This day, she was waiting for those who still listen. She was like an oasis in the desert. She was the drink that would quench their thirst.
Tomcat always was thankful to be in the meadow when they showed up. And he wasn’t immune to their charms. Hers were magical. He would gaze on her brilliance, each time like the first time.
She would appear in a psychedelic aura, her eyes aglow with sunshine, her hair a thick brunette mane that flowed nearly to her waist, her rosy lips turned-up in a natural smile, her flawless skin naturally bronzed.
Her soft curves designed for nurturing, her full breasts with chestnut areolas and stout nipples, her pussy entrance shielded by a brunette patch.
She was a rare diamond, polished by heaven’s fortune and a gift from creation to men who appreciated her musical gifts while she walked as a mortal.
Tomcat’s ear twitched, hearing the footsteps of one wandering into the meadow, drawn to the naked woman sitting on a tree stump.
The man, himself naked having left his clothes a few steps back, stops and blinks his eyes long and hard, not believing what he is seeing. Opening his eyes slowly, he smiles as tears form in his eyes and lust triggers an awakening in his groin.
His musical girl. The one he adores and dreams about.
The beauty turns toward him, sets her gaze on his and opens her legs, showing her dark muff and a glimpse of her pink pussy.
The man groans, and grabs onto his hardened cock. He stumbles a bit but keeps upright, stroking his rod fully as he approaches her. She reaches her hand toward him, holding it steady until he reaches her and his cock is in her grip. He stands, his back arched, his head in the clouds, groaning as she massages his cockhead and then long strokes him.
Still groaning, he looks down at her hand, expertly making love to his erection, feeling his balls full of hot cum. Her thighs still open, he watches as her pussy juice puddles on the stump. Oh gawd, he cries out and starts cumming, shooting several loads of heat into the air and onto the earth.
Tomcat grinned. More seed to nurture the meadow, where the flowers grow so incredibly high. He moved a little closer, knowing the beauty would soon lay down, spread her legs wide in an invitation for the man to bury his face in her wet pussy.
https://youtu.be/naoknj1ebqI
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Apparently the critters at Mossy Grove had a party — a Butterfly Ball.
You might be surprised which musical genius showed up to lend his vocals
RJD \m/
https://youtu.be/BR6pYICqZT0
come on in & join the band
love is all, folks
You might be surprised which musical genius showed up to lend his vocals
RJD \m/https://youtu.be/BR6pYICqZT0
come on in & join the band
love is all, folks
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She was predictable, this one.
They would come to Mossy Grove, one by one, lured by an innate desire, much like the tides that faithfully roll onto the shores in obedience to Mother Moon.
Tomcat would watch each one, mortals powerless against her draw. They would walk into the grove, then into the meadow where the songstress, her beauty beyond description, would be waiting. She was Venus with arms, her exquisite body graced with the ample curves of a soft tousled blanket.
Her hands would perform magic on their cocks, bringing them to the most intense orgasms that would send their heads into the clouds and cause them to pump seemingly endless amounts of hot cum surging into the air.
Their grunts and groans would shake the earth, their releases so intense yet pleasurable.
They would look on her, spent yet wanting more. She knew they were thirsty for her and she obliged, offering her natural well for them to drink from.
She would rise and lay down among the tall flowers and open her thighs.
Hungry for her taste, they would ravish her pussy, sucking and licking her juices, their faces wet, greedy for every bit of her essence. She would raise her pussy against their mouths, leaving her juices on all parts of their faces, marking them with her scent.
Their cocks, again rock hard, would spring back to life as they pleasured her, hearing her moans. Touching themselves in between licks of her clitoris, so prominent and needy, she would rise toward orgasm and as powerful as their climaxes were, so were hers.
So powerful, a night star would fall from the day sky, bringing immediate twilight to the land. The heavens would soon twinkle with thousands points of light, shining tiny sparkles over the fullness of her naked body, glowing brilliantly in the darkness.
She would open her eyes and gaze hypnotically at her lovers, their hard cocks throbbing, their flesh craving to be inside hers. She would open her thighs once again and they would enter her. A few pumps and they would be at climax, shaking the ground again.
She would guide their cocks from her hole, mortal cum still dripping, and whisper to them to mark her with their names.
And they would. They would sign their names with their heated ink on her naked body.
https://youtu.be/15hYMIPQw84
They would come to Mossy Grove, one by one, lured by an innate desire, much like the tides that faithfully roll onto the shores in obedience to Mother Moon.
Tomcat would watch each one, mortals powerless against her draw. They would walk into the grove, then into the meadow where the songstress, her beauty beyond description, would be waiting. She was Venus with arms, her exquisite body graced with the ample curves of a soft tousled blanket.
Her hands would perform magic on their cocks, bringing them to the most intense orgasms that would send their heads into the clouds and cause them to pump seemingly endless amounts of hot cum surging into the air.
Their grunts and groans would shake the earth, their releases so intense yet pleasurable.
They would look on her, spent yet wanting more. She knew they were thirsty for her and she obliged, offering her natural well for them to drink from.
She would rise and lay down among the tall flowers and open her thighs.
Hungry for her taste, they would ravish her pussy, sucking and licking her juices, their faces wet, greedy for every bit of her essence. She would raise her pussy against their mouths, leaving her juices on all parts of their faces, marking them with her scent.
Their cocks, again rock hard, would spring back to life as they pleasured her, hearing her moans. Touching themselves in between licks of her clitoris, so prominent and needy, she would rise toward orgasm and as powerful as their climaxes were, so were hers.
So powerful, a night star would fall from the day sky, bringing immediate twilight to the land. The heavens would soon twinkle with thousands points of light, shining tiny sparkles over the fullness of her naked body, glowing brilliantly in the darkness.
She would open her eyes and gaze hypnotically at her lovers, their hard cocks throbbing, their flesh craving to be inside hers. She would open her thighs once again and they would enter her. A few pumps and they would be at climax, shaking the ground again.
She would guide their cocks from her hole, mortal cum still dripping, and whisper to them to mark her with their names.
And they would. They would sign their names with their heated ink on her naked body.
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Pearl sat against the old tree stump in the meadow, her hair graced with many of the meadow cosmos that grow so incredibly high. The sun so bright it was more comfortable to close her eyes and watch the psychedelic dance of swirling light through the protective veil of her eyelids.
A gentle breeze would occasionally tease across her flesh bringing much needed relief to her skin, warmed from the hot summer day. Pearl would feel her nipples bristle with each passing breeze, and tighten with the coolish air. As always, short pleasure signals would radiate a sweet sensation to her pussy. She opened her legs to the breeze, which immediately started teasing her there.
The meadow was silent. Willa had fallen asleep, nestled among the wildflowers, settling down just minutes after bringing herself to orgasm. Pearl had watched her standing looking up at the sky, her hand busy inside her pussy lips, her face rosy with a mix of sexual pleasure and heat from the day.
Pearl watched as Willa’s ass cheeks flexed as she neared her climax. Willa was letting go, saying his name often. This time, she didn’t make too much noise but her body jolts announced her climax.
Pearl smiled. Willa, still standing, her face toward the heavens, raised her arm. Pearl couldn’t see but knew Willa was smelling her own scent on her fingers. Willa loved her own smell. Pearl fancied it, too, and thought about walking over and asking for a sniff but decided against it. She left Willa alone to enjoy her moment with him.
I knew you’d be coming around, Pearl said, looking toward her right, watching Tomcat approach. His nose was in the air, desperate for Willa’s exquisite scent.
Pearl chuckled, and closed her eyes as the breeze teased her nipples again. And then, a tickle. Opening her eyes, a yellow swallowtail butterfly was clinging to her left nipple, its delicate legs in constant motion to hang on.
Stay awhile, right there, Pearl told her friend, closing her eyes, her mouth pleasured with a smile.
https://youtu.be/7qNI7is50yM
A gentle breeze would occasionally tease across her flesh bringing much needed relief to her skin, warmed from the hot summer day. Pearl would feel her nipples bristle with each passing breeze, and tighten with the coolish air. As always, short pleasure signals would radiate a sweet sensation to her pussy. She opened her legs to the breeze, which immediately started teasing her there.
The meadow was silent. Willa had fallen asleep, nestled among the wildflowers, settling down just minutes after bringing herself to orgasm. Pearl had watched her standing looking up at the sky, her hand busy inside her pussy lips, her face rosy with a mix of sexual pleasure and heat from the day.
Pearl watched as Willa’s ass cheeks flexed as she neared her climax. Willa was letting go, saying his name often. This time, she didn’t make too much noise but her body jolts announced her climax.
Pearl smiled. Willa, still standing, her face toward the heavens, raised her arm. Pearl couldn’t see but knew Willa was smelling her own scent on her fingers. Willa loved her own smell. Pearl fancied it, too, and thought about walking over and asking for a sniff but decided against it. She left Willa alone to enjoy her moment with him.
I knew you’d be coming around, Pearl said, looking toward her right, watching Tomcat approach. His nose was in the air, desperate for Willa’s exquisite scent.
Pearl chuckled, and closed her eyes as the breeze teased her nipples again. And then, a tickle. Opening her eyes, a yellow swallowtail butterfly was clinging to her left nipple, its delicate legs in constant motion to hang on.
Stay awhile, right there, Pearl told her friend, closing her eyes, her mouth pleasured with a smile.
https://youtu.be/7qNI7is50yM
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Tomcat settled beside his favorite two girls, the trio lounging lazily in the afternoon sun tempered by a sea of clouds on the move.
The younger Willa was sitting cross-legged, picking petals off a daisy bloom and listening to Pearl, who was sharing stories. Stories of musical geniuses long lost to Earth but now thriving in their heavenly host.
Pearl, in her round sunglasses and floppy hat, was sitting upright as well, her hands on her hips, placing an emphasis on a particular part of the story. Willa loved watching Pearl tell a story. She was so animated, bringing Willa right there while it was happening. Pearl, her words so descriptive, so fresh and so alive.
Even Tomcat reacted, even though he had heard some of the stories before. He would lift his head, his hazel eyes fixed on Pearl when she got particularly excited.
Her stories, the incredibly sad ones, would bring tears to Willa, whose soft heart was easily pierced. And Pearl, even though broken herself, would softly wipe them away.
That’s just the way it had to be, girlie, Pearl would offer. Some had choices, other’s didn’t. But girlie, you’re fortunate. Shit, you get to see some of them.
Willa pleaded often with Pearl to never leave her, never go away. Pearl would say nothing, but only look at Willa, her eyes giving away that one day she would have to leave.
The younger girl, once so overcome by what she knew would be an incredible sadness, crawled over to her friend, and pressed as much flesh as she could against her friend’s naked body. She snuggled her face against Pearl’s breasts and not long after begin suckling her prominent nipples.
Pearl, overcome by a most intense sensation heightened by a maternal instinct that never had been realized, welcomed her friend’s rhythmic motion. Pearl held Willa, cradling her as their flesh touched and melted in each other’s. Pearl’s pussy ignited with signals sent from her nipples.
Her nipples, engorged from Willa’s suction and saliva, began releasing streams of sweet milk. Pearl began sobbing, so vulnerable, as her friend’s tongue continued to encourage her maternal nipples to release the life-sustaining gift of motherhood that Pearl had desperately longed for.
I love you, Pearl, Willa whispered, separating from Pearl’s left nipple, looking up at her host and wiping away her tears. Willa’s milk-laden tongue made a quick circle around her lips, absorbing any liquid.
I love you, too, girlie, Pearl answered, smiling at her charge and guiding Willa’s mouth back to her needy nipple.
https://youtu.be/NNJeKXr1I2w
The younger Willa was sitting cross-legged, picking petals off a daisy bloom and listening to Pearl, who was sharing stories. Stories of musical geniuses long lost to Earth but now thriving in their heavenly host.
Pearl, in her round sunglasses and floppy hat, was sitting upright as well, her hands on her hips, placing an emphasis on a particular part of the story. Willa loved watching Pearl tell a story. She was so animated, bringing Willa right there while it was happening. Pearl, her words so descriptive, so fresh and so alive.
Even Tomcat reacted, even though he had heard some of the stories before. He would lift his head, his hazel eyes fixed on Pearl when she got particularly excited.
Her stories, the incredibly sad ones, would bring tears to Willa, whose soft heart was easily pierced. And Pearl, even though broken herself, would softly wipe them away.
That’s just the way it had to be, girlie, Pearl would offer. Some had choices, other’s didn’t. But girlie, you’re fortunate. Shit, you get to see some of them.
Willa pleaded often with Pearl to never leave her, never go away. Pearl would say nothing, but only look at Willa, her eyes giving away that one day she would have to leave.
The younger girl, once so overcome by what she knew would be an incredible sadness, crawled over to her friend, and pressed as much flesh as she could against her friend’s naked body. She snuggled her face against Pearl’s breasts and not long after begin suckling her prominent nipples.
Pearl, overcome by a most intense sensation heightened by a maternal instinct that never had been realized, welcomed her friend’s rhythmic motion. Pearl held Willa, cradling her as their flesh touched and melted in each other’s. Pearl’s pussy ignited with signals sent from her nipples.
Her nipples, engorged from Willa’s suction and saliva, began releasing streams of sweet milk. Pearl began sobbing, so vulnerable, as her friend’s tongue continued to encourage her maternal nipples to release the life-sustaining gift of motherhood that Pearl had desperately longed for.
I love you, Pearl, Willa whispered, separating from Pearl’s left nipple, looking up at her host and wiping away her tears. Willa’s milk-laden tongue made a quick circle around her lips, absorbing any liquid.
I love you, too, girlie, Pearl answered, smiling at her charge and guiding Willa’s mouth back to her needy nipple.
https://youtu.be/NNJeKXr1I2w
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He came rambling through the dense thicket of blackberries, too impatient to take the dirt road into Mossy Grove.
He found the old shade tree, and was quite pleased to see Pearl’s six string and sketch pad at the base. Black Dog took advantage of the tree’s wide trunk, rubbing himself around it and against the bark, freeing the brambles caught in his thick fur. With a shake of his body that ended at his ears, Black Dog stood still and surveyed Mossy Grove. He hadn’t been back in a while.
Creation was alive with sound. He heard the coo of two mourning doves and the occasional call of a green frog for a mate. A splash turned his attention to the bog, its surface still except for a ring radiating from an old tree limb partially submerged. Black Dog guessed the movement was from a turtle that had slipped off its perch.
He shuddered to think it was her. And shuddered even more to think of her sleeping deep within. He remembered that day long ago, the day creation hid for a spell, the day evil was dealt with and order finally restored.
A familiar laugh echoed through the grove. It was Pearl. Black Dog turned toward the laughter coming from the meadow. Pearl. She was dancing naked along with another woman, who he instinctively knew as Willa. No music, just the sunshine and magic of Mossy Grove to inspire happiness. As always, in this garden of eden, clothes were optional. Black Dog watched mesmerized as tits bounced and hips grooved.
Black Dog was delighted, wagging his tail. The women’s beautiful nakedness reminded him of the time he spent long ago with his guys. The four guys with the long hair and loud instruments. And lots of women. And lots of tits and ass.
The guys hanging out making albums would chuckle when Black Dog wandered over to the house every day for a meal. Seeing Black Dog, they would rib each other that he was the only dog among all the pussies. The women would groan but more often than not, their pussies would be bare before long, and enjoyed by tongue orally or stuck with a big hard cock.
Black Dog missed those days. His guys who would feed him sandwiches and steak and rub his ears while swapping ideas, playing music and singing as day turned into night.
He was here in Mossy Grove to visit the one who had left Earth’s realm some time back, leaving the band silenced forever.
Black Dog trotted over to the women, sitting at their side while they gushed over him and petted his furry coat. Tomcat came over, twitching his tail in welcome and as a nod that he, too, remembered that day years back when evil entered Mossy Grove. They had that in common, the two.
But Black Dog wasn't in Mossy Grove to reminisce about that. He was here to be with his guy.
Black Dog sat tall, his face toward the heavens. The sky swirled purple, cracking open and spilled out the sounds of heavy and precise drumming. Creation became silent, offering respect for the friendship between a man and his dog.
Black Dog sat tall, silent and still as the music played. His eyelids heavy, lulled into bliss by the pleasant feeling of an extended ear rub.
Pearl, Willa and Tomcat, positioned behind Black Dog, took in the magic of the moment.
https://youtu.be/6tlSx0jkuLM
He found the old shade tree, and was quite pleased to see Pearl’s six string and sketch pad at the base. Black Dog took advantage of the tree’s wide trunk, rubbing himself around it and against the bark, freeing the brambles caught in his thick fur. With a shake of his body that ended at his ears, Black Dog stood still and surveyed Mossy Grove. He hadn’t been back in a while.
Creation was alive with sound. He heard the coo of two mourning doves and the occasional call of a green frog for a mate. A splash turned his attention to the bog, its surface still except for a ring radiating from an old tree limb partially submerged. Black Dog guessed the movement was from a turtle that had slipped off its perch.
He shuddered to think it was her. And shuddered even more to think of her sleeping deep within. He remembered that day long ago, the day creation hid for a spell, the day evil was dealt with and order finally restored.
A familiar laugh echoed through the grove. It was Pearl. Black Dog turned toward the laughter coming from the meadow. Pearl. She was dancing naked along with another woman, who he instinctively knew as Willa. No music, just the sunshine and magic of Mossy Grove to inspire happiness. As always, in this garden of eden, clothes were optional. Black Dog watched mesmerized as tits bounced and hips grooved.
Black Dog was delighted, wagging his tail. The women’s beautiful nakedness reminded him of the time he spent long ago with his guys. The four guys with the long hair and loud instruments. And lots of women. And lots of tits and ass.
The guys hanging out making albums would chuckle when Black Dog wandered over to the house every day for a meal. Seeing Black Dog, they would rib each other that he was the only dog among all the pussies. The women would groan but more often than not, their pussies would be bare before long, and enjoyed by tongue orally or stuck with a big hard cock.
Black Dog missed those days. His guys who would feed him sandwiches and steak and rub his ears while swapping ideas, playing music and singing as day turned into night.
He was here in Mossy Grove to visit the one who had left Earth’s realm some time back, leaving the band silenced forever.
Black Dog trotted over to the women, sitting at their side while they gushed over him and petted his furry coat. Tomcat came over, twitching his tail in welcome and as a nod that he, too, remembered that day years back when evil entered Mossy Grove. They had that in common, the two.
But Black Dog wasn't in Mossy Grove to reminisce about that. He was here to be with his guy.
Black Dog sat tall, his face toward the heavens. The sky swirled purple, cracking open and spilled out the sounds of heavy and precise drumming. Creation became silent, offering respect for the friendship between a man and his dog.
Black Dog sat tall, silent and still as the music played. His eyelids heavy, lulled into bliss by the pleasant feeling of an extended ear rub.
Pearl, Willa and Tomcat, positioned behind Black Dog, took in the magic of the moment.
https://youtu.be/6tlSx0jkuLM
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The men gathered, their veined cocks erect, watching the dark-haired songstress as she gyrated her naked body before them.
Slowly, she teased them, dancing her way to where they stood, cocks in hand, masturbating in silence, with only soft moans escaping from their lips.
Brilliance from the heavens illuminated her bronzed flesh, flashing sparkles of white diamonds as she moved effortlessly throughout the meadow.
The heavens sang her pure song pleasuring them with sound. As she danced, each man would see on her flesh his name that he had written in his own cum after she had allowed his cock into her hole.
As she danced, cocks twitched in unison when she parted her cherry red lips, naturally turned up in a smile. Her open mouth teased them a warm place for release.
Her full breasts jiggled just so slightly, mesmerizing them fully as they gazed on her twin peaks, hypnotized by her dark, pointed buds.
They knew that she would dance close to a few of them, allowing them a sensual suck on her plump nipples. Their cocks throbbing at the thought, they greedily awaited and prayed they would capture her attention.
Dancing, she kept her pink pussy mostly hidden, her dark muff obscuring her sex from their gaze.
But each had previously sampled her juices. She laid down for them, opening her lips to theirs, allowing them to lick and prod her with their tongues.
She especially enjoyed the tongues that were able to reach and vibrate her special place inside her pussy. They were rewarded with an orgasm and her amber fluid.
As she danced, the purposeful swing of her ample hips mimicked their strokes. Sometimes, her motion was slow and steady, as they edged, controlling their arousal. Other times, she would dance specifically for one, her hips a frenzied swing that mirrored desperate strokes just before the throaty growl.
The men, their eyes on her breasts and hips and their hands jerking their cocks, took turns announcing their climaxes and spilling their cum in the meadow, where the flowers grow so incredibly high.
The men, riding high on pleasure, were unaware that a musical staircase, swirling with bass notes and treble clefs, had begun to form from a sudden crack in the heavens.
https://youtu.be/2zWSJQvFTg4
magic at the 4-minute mark
Slowly, she teased them, dancing her way to where they stood, cocks in hand, masturbating in silence, with only soft moans escaping from their lips.
Brilliance from the heavens illuminated her bronzed flesh, flashing sparkles of white diamonds as she moved effortlessly throughout the meadow.
The heavens sang her pure song pleasuring them with sound. As she danced, each man would see on her flesh his name that he had written in his own cum after she had allowed his cock into her hole.
As she danced, cocks twitched in unison when she parted her cherry red lips, naturally turned up in a smile. Her open mouth teased them a warm place for release.
Her full breasts jiggled just so slightly, mesmerizing them fully as they gazed on her twin peaks, hypnotized by her dark, pointed buds.
They knew that she would dance close to a few of them, allowing them a sensual suck on her plump nipples. Their cocks throbbing at the thought, they greedily awaited and prayed they would capture her attention.
Dancing, she kept her pink pussy mostly hidden, her dark muff obscuring her sex from their gaze.
But each had previously sampled her juices. She laid down for them, opening her lips to theirs, allowing them to lick and prod her with their tongues.
She especially enjoyed the tongues that were able to reach and vibrate her special place inside her pussy. They were rewarded with an orgasm and her amber fluid.
As she danced, the purposeful swing of her ample hips mimicked their strokes. Sometimes, her motion was slow and steady, as they edged, controlling their arousal. Other times, she would dance specifically for one, her hips a frenzied swing that mirrored desperate strokes just before the throaty growl.
The men, their eyes on her breasts and hips and their hands jerking their cocks, took turns announcing their climaxes and spilling their cum in the meadow, where the flowers grow so incredibly high.
The men, riding high on pleasure, were unaware that a musical staircase, swirling with bass notes and treble clefs, had begun to form from a sudden crack in the heavens.
https://youtu.be/2zWSJQvFTg4
magic at the 4-minute mark
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Black Dog, watching from near the old stump, knew just as she did that the beauty’s time with the mortals was nearing an end. The swirling staircase was her way back home, just as it had been for many who came to the meadow before her.
It was an agreement made before any musical genius was allowed to visit the meadow, allowed to experience mortal pleasure once again, a consolation for a life ended too soon.
But this one, this beauty, wasn’t ready to keep the bargain. She was enjoying the power, the control she had over the mortals and wasn’t about to give that up.
Black Dog’s fur stood on end. Creation was being challenged. Order was threatened. Unity compromised. Chaos never could be a part of creation.
The beauty continued her seduction of the mortals, holding their attention with her flesh and promises of more sexual pleasure.
Keeping them high on lust, they watched as she fingered her pussy, dipping into her well and letting them taste her nectar. They eagerly sucked her fingers. The lucky ones were allowed to stick their fingers in her hole and explore her juicy warmth as she moaned her pleasure.
The air, thick with her scent, breathed the guttural groans of the men who again found their cocks hard and their lust insatiable.
The staircase swirled, fully formed. It was time. The sky was purple in mid day, churning over itself, but visibly becoming more unsettled. The sun still shone but the mood was dark.
Tomcat, wanting to be as small as possible, kept his belly to the ground as he snaked over to where Black Dog was. Both hunched close to the ground, watching and willing the beauty to step into the staircase and return to the heavens.
But she laughed at their thoughts. This was her domain now, the meadow and its silly creatures. She had her mortals, each one belonged to her. They had signed themselves over to her, writing their names on her flesh with their hot cum.
Her mortals gathered around her, not really knowing why they were protecting her from the swirling staircase. She eagerly sucked their cocks in return as they fondled and prodded her nakedness. Ecstatic groans of climaxes reached the heavens, mocking creation, the rule of order.
The sun was ordered to flee to the other side of the world. The daytime stars, their glows now visible, were dimmed.
The staircase, brilliantly illuminated against the dark sky, glowed with bass notes and treble clefs, and bid the beauty her last chance to enter and return home.
Black Dog and Tomcat, shivering in the cold darkness, watched as the beauty let a cock slip from her mouth. She stood, pushing away eager hands from her body.
She turned toward the light, the staircase. Mesmerized by the swirling, her bronze body glistened with cum and sweat, the names of the mortals visible on her flesh. She watched and was silent.
Walk into it, the dog and cat willed, walk into the staircase like all those before you and go home. Restore the order that creation demands. Let the mortals go free back to their homes. Your place is in the heavenly realm. You no longer are a part of this earthly realm.
She turned, and looked at Black Dog and Tomcat. They raised up in anticipation of her move.
Fuck off, she glared. I’m staying.
https://youtu.be/lpxK1DBP3xA
It was an agreement made before any musical genius was allowed to visit the meadow, allowed to experience mortal pleasure once again, a consolation for a life ended too soon.
But this one, this beauty, wasn’t ready to keep the bargain. She was enjoying the power, the control she had over the mortals and wasn’t about to give that up.
Black Dog’s fur stood on end. Creation was being challenged. Order was threatened. Unity compromised. Chaos never could be a part of creation.
The beauty continued her seduction of the mortals, holding their attention with her flesh and promises of more sexual pleasure.
Keeping them high on lust, they watched as she fingered her pussy, dipping into her well and letting them taste her nectar. They eagerly sucked her fingers. The lucky ones were allowed to stick their fingers in her hole and explore her juicy warmth as she moaned her pleasure.
The air, thick with her scent, breathed the guttural groans of the men who again found their cocks hard and their lust insatiable.
The staircase swirled, fully formed. It was time. The sky was purple in mid day, churning over itself, but visibly becoming more unsettled. The sun still shone but the mood was dark.
Tomcat, wanting to be as small as possible, kept his belly to the ground as he snaked over to where Black Dog was. Both hunched close to the ground, watching and willing the beauty to step into the staircase and return to the heavens.
But she laughed at their thoughts. This was her domain now, the meadow and its silly creatures. She had her mortals, each one belonged to her. They had signed themselves over to her, writing their names on her flesh with their hot cum.
Her mortals gathered around her, not really knowing why they were protecting her from the swirling staircase. She eagerly sucked their cocks in return as they fondled and prodded her nakedness. Ecstatic groans of climaxes reached the heavens, mocking creation, the rule of order.
The sun was ordered to flee to the other side of the world. The daytime stars, their glows now visible, were dimmed.
The staircase, brilliantly illuminated against the dark sky, glowed with bass notes and treble clefs, and bid the beauty her last chance to enter and return home.
Black Dog and Tomcat, shivering in the cold darkness, watched as the beauty let a cock slip from her mouth. She stood, pushing away eager hands from her body.
She turned toward the light, the staircase. Mesmerized by the swirling, her bronze body glistened with cum and sweat, the names of the mortals visible on her flesh. She watched and was silent.
Walk into it, the dog and cat willed, walk into the staircase like all those before you and go home. Restore the order that creation demands. Let the mortals go free back to their homes. Your place is in the heavenly realm. You no longer are a part of this earthly realm.
She turned, and looked at Black Dog and Tomcat. They raised up in anticipation of her move.
Fuck off, she glared. I’m staying.
https://youtu.be/lpxK1DBP3xA
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Oh my
It’s getting HAWT in here!!!
It’s getting HAWT in here!!!
Black Dog, watching from near the old stump, knew just as she did that the beauty’s time with the mortals was nearing an end. The swirling staircase was her way back home, just as it had been for many who came to the meadow before her.
It was an agreement made before any musical genius was allowed to visit the meadow, allowed to experience mortal pleasure once again, a consolation for a life ended too soon.
But this one, this beauty, wasn’t ready to keep the bargain. She was enjoying the power, the control she had over the mortals and wasn’t about to give that up.
Black Dog’s fur stood on end. Creation was being challenged. Order was threatened. Unity compromised. Chaos never could be a part of creation.
The beauty continued her seduction of the mortals, holding their attention with her flesh and promises of more sexual pleasure.
Keeping them high on lust, they watched as she fingered her pussy, dipping into her well and letting them taste her nectar. They eagerly sucked her fingers. The lucky ones were allowed to stick their fingers in her hole and explore her juicy warmth as she moaned her pleasure.
The air, thick with her scent, breathed the guttural groans of the men who again found their cocks hard and their lust insatiable.
The staircase swirled, fully formed. It was time. The sky was purple in mid day, churning over itself, but visibly becoming more unsettled. The sun still shone but the mood was dark.
Tomcat, wanting to be as small as possible, kept his belly to the ground as he snaked over to where Black Dog was. Both hunched close to the ground, watching and willing the beauty to step into the staircase and return to the heavens.
But she laughed at their thoughts. This was her domain now, the meadow and its silly creatures. She had her mortals, each one belonged to her. They had signed themselves over to her, writing their names on her flesh with their hot cum.
Her mortals gathered around her, not really knowing why they were protecting her from the swirling staircase. She eagerly sucked their cocks in return as they fondled and prodded her nakedness. Ecstatic groans of climaxes reached the heavens, mocking creation, the rule of order.
The sun was ordered to flee to the other side of the world. The daytime stars, their glows now visible, were dimmed.
The staircase, brilliantly illuminated against the dark sky, glowed with bass notes and treble clefs, and bid the beauty her last chance to enter and return home.
Black Dog and Tomcat, shivering in the cold darkness, watched as the beauty let a cock slip from her mouth. She stood, pushing away eager hands from her body.
She turned toward the light, the staircase. Mesmerized by the swirling, her bronze body glistened with cum and sweat, the names of the mortals visible on her flesh. She watched and was silent.
Walk into it, the dog and cat willed, walk into the staircase like all those before you and go home. Restore the order that creation demands. Let the mortals go free back to their homes. Your place is in the heavenly realm. You no longer are a part of this earthly realm.
She turned, and looked at Black Dog and Tomcat. They raised up in anticipation of her move.
Fuck off, she glared. I’m staying.
https://youtu.be/lpxK1DBP3xA
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A cold gust of wind swept over the meadow, building as it approached, swallowing the musical staircase, taking it skyward until its brilliant light disappeared into the heavens.
Mossy Grove was eerily silent, midnight dark.
Black Dog and Tomcat, side by side, their bellies flat against the earth, were paralyzed with fear, anticipating what was to come. It would be quick, just and everlasting.
Mother moon, in her fullness, rose just above the horizon, casting an orange glow over a short path in the meadow. She was there, brought in as a witness to observe the justice that soon would be dealt.
Creation is orderly, without chaos. And this beauty, absorbed by power and pleasure, purposefully disrupted that perfect balance.
The moon glow illuminated her beauty as she stood in defiance of creation, her hands placed on her hips in mock victory. Her mortal minions, their cocks in various states of arousal, were gathered behind her, their lips silence, their hands still.
The beauty watched as another swirl of wind began to form, gathering debris from the land and growing larger, this one not as pretty or luminous as the musical staircase. This swirl was dark and muddy, originating from the ground, with no connection to the heavens.
The swirl passed though Mother moon’s window of light, illuminating horrors of horror. A magnetic storm within the funnel was flashing hundreds of metallic teeth sharper than the stinging needles of buckthorn.
Screams of torment sounded from within the funnel, breaking the silence. The beauty, still standing, gasped in horror, and turned to flee.
Black Dog whimpered and Tomcat looked away, as the demented swirl, a towering dirty wave, crashed over the beauty, muffling her tortured screams, delivering her to her forever home, the bottom of the natural spring that now bubbled with mud.
https://youtu.be/KHjs6s6gbKc
Mossy Grove was eerily silent, midnight dark.
Black Dog and Tomcat, side by side, their bellies flat against the earth, were paralyzed with fear, anticipating what was to come. It would be quick, just and everlasting.
Mother moon, in her fullness, rose just above the horizon, casting an orange glow over a short path in the meadow. She was there, brought in as a witness to observe the justice that soon would be dealt.
Creation is orderly, without chaos. And this beauty, absorbed by power and pleasure, purposefully disrupted that perfect balance.
The moon glow illuminated her beauty as she stood in defiance of creation, her hands placed on her hips in mock victory. Her mortal minions, their cocks in various states of arousal, were gathered behind her, their lips silence, their hands still.
The beauty watched as another swirl of wind began to form, gathering debris from the land and growing larger, this one not as pretty or luminous as the musical staircase. This swirl was dark and muddy, originating from the ground, with no connection to the heavens.
The swirl passed though Mother moon’s window of light, illuminating horrors of horror. A magnetic storm within the funnel was flashing hundreds of metallic teeth sharper than the stinging needles of buckthorn.
Screams of torment sounded from within the funnel, breaking the silence. The beauty, still standing, gasped in horror, and turned to flee.
Black Dog whimpered and Tomcat looked away, as the demented swirl, a towering dirty wave, crashed over the beauty, muffling her tortured screams, delivering her to her forever home, the bottom of the natural spring that now bubbled with mud.
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And that’s how she came to be, Willa. She was one of us and now she lives at the bottom of a bog. Damn!
Pearl was combing through Willa’s hair with her fingers, Willa’s head in her lap, their naked flesh perspiring under the hot sun. This time, the yellow butterfly was perched on Willa’s midriff, perhaps a little shy to embrace her breast. Willa giggled as its legs and feelers tickled her flesh.
Creation had been orderly at Mossy Grove ever since that time many many years ago when the sun was ordered away so the darkness that walked the earth could be banished forever.
It’s a shame, sure was, Pearl continued, but you can’t play shit with creation, you just can’t.
Pearl told Willa how the beauty was stripped of everything except her enchanting voice. She uses it like a sea siren to seduce men and women, capturing their pleasures as her own. Mortal sexual energy feeds into her pleasure and she will use anyone to orgasm, Pearl continued.
Do ya blame her, Pearl? Willa asked, looking down at the butterfly that had inched its way onto her breast, and was lingering on her erect nipple. Willa’s hand was between her legs, and she was fingering her clitoris while Pearl kept talking.
Well, ya don’t wanna mess with her, girlie. A few have walked into that water and never came out. That shit’s real. Ya get caught in her sweet trance and all ya wanna do is play with yourself and cum. We did a few days ago. You standing there in the meadow, your hand busy at your pussy just like it is now.
Willa, embarrassed, pulled her hand away from her swollen lips. Pearl grabbed Willa’s hand, raised it to her nose, smelling the intoxicating pussy scent on her fingers, and placed it back on Willa’s privates.
Does she ever come out of the water? Willa asked, casually twirling her pubic hair with her finger.
Shit, no, Pearl laughed. Well, just her tentacles.
Willa’s eyes sprang open. She raised up from Pearl’s lap, the butterfly took flight.
Quit looking at me like that. You heard me right, Pearl laughed. She can’t suck cock anymore but she can give killer hand jobs.
Pearl shook her head and began to massage Willa’s breasts, squeezing eager nipples between her fingers.
Ya scared Hendrix away so I’ll have to get ya all horned up again, silly girl.
Willa moaned and began touching her pussy, spreading apart her lips, wanting the world to see.
Go on, Pearl laughed, play with yourself. I wanna hear you cum. The bog lady does, too I betcha. I think I will partake as well.
The faint notes of a sea song began to whisper throughout Mossy Grove, as the women’s moans pierced the silence.
Pearl was combing through Willa’s hair with her fingers, Willa’s head in her lap, their naked flesh perspiring under the hot sun. This time, the yellow butterfly was perched on Willa’s midriff, perhaps a little shy to embrace her breast. Willa giggled as its legs and feelers tickled her flesh.
Creation had been orderly at Mossy Grove ever since that time many many years ago when the sun was ordered away so the darkness that walked the earth could be banished forever.
It’s a shame, sure was, Pearl continued, but you can’t play shit with creation, you just can’t.
Pearl told Willa how the beauty was stripped of everything except her enchanting voice. She uses it like a sea siren to seduce men and women, capturing their pleasures as her own. Mortal sexual energy feeds into her pleasure and she will use anyone to orgasm, Pearl continued.
Do ya blame her, Pearl? Willa asked, looking down at the butterfly that had inched its way onto her breast, and was lingering on her erect nipple. Willa’s hand was between her legs, and she was fingering her clitoris while Pearl kept talking.
Well, ya don’t wanna mess with her, girlie. A few have walked into that water and never came out. That shit’s real. Ya get caught in her sweet trance and all ya wanna do is play with yourself and cum. We did a few days ago. You standing there in the meadow, your hand busy at your pussy just like it is now.
Willa, embarrassed, pulled her hand away from her swollen lips. Pearl grabbed Willa’s hand, raised it to her nose, smelling the intoxicating pussy scent on her fingers, and placed it back on Willa’s privates.
Does she ever come out of the water? Willa asked, casually twirling her pubic hair with her finger.
Shit, no, Pearl laughed. Well, just her tentacles.
Willa’s eyes sprang open. She raised up from Pearl’s lap, the butterfly took flight.
Quit looking at me like that. You heard me right, Pearl laughed. She can’t suck cock anymore but she can give killer hand jobs.
Pearl shook her head and began to massage Willa’s breasts, squeezing eager nipples between her fingers.
Ya scared Hendrix away so I’ll have to get ya all horned up again, silly girl.
Willa moaned and began touching her pussy, spreading apart her lips, wanting the world to see.
Go on, Pearl laughed, play with yourself. I wanna hear you cum. The bog lady does, too I betcha. I think I will partake as well.
The faint notes of a sea song began to whisper throughout Mossy Grove, as the women’s moans pierced the silence.
