STEVE'S MONKEY'S PAW by Neale Sourna Page 2

  I patiently . . . maddeningly did this many more times, until, without a tear or drop of blood, I was rewarded, when her inner depths and juicy sweetness opened and yielded its deliciously forbidden fruit to me.

  So did the smartest thought I’ve ever had.

  I watched her eyes, because I knew she’d fight it. I touched the monkey’s paw.

  “Kara, make love to me . . . as if I were Alex.”

  A horrible scowl darkened her flawless beauty, making her more appealing. Several long moments passed before I felt her lovely body relax under me and her knees jerk up, shifting her pelvis up, then her thighs fell wider apart, opening . . . presenting the fresh pink inner depths of her engorged and ready, unspoiled sheath to me.

  When she gazed at me again, it was the sparkling face she gave Alex, magnified by her unshielded desirous lust and love . . . for him.

  Her ankles hooked around my legs, and . . . she fucked me. I fucked back.

  She’d clearly given meticulous thought to how to pleasure Alex, while she melted my brain, as my nuts banged her crack without mercy. Like he’d said, she was “smart”, “exceptionally capable”, and making herself “absolutely indispensable”.

  She really put her heart into it.

  It was very nice being Alex. I glanced over at that hideously beautiful paw. It might be very nice to remain her Alex, forever.

  My Kara breathlessly came . . . her first with a cock . . . my cock buried to the hilt in her . . . most excellent. She came . . . tightly, furiously around my shaft, ankles hooked high up on my hips, as she whined sweetly, just like a little wild beast. She came in not so virginal multiple waves, which triggered me . . . making me cum hard, hot, and long, while I steadily pressed my cock into her, rocketing my searing spunk pointblank into her most unreachable depths.

  A fucking explorer, first to land and leave his imprint on the pristine shore.

  She shuddered intensely, lasciviously—milking me, squeezing me entirely bone dry, as her sumptuous body remained arched against mine for another half minute, before she relaxed and let me go.

  I didn’t want to be free; especially, when I saw the fire still smoldering in her . . . for Alex. Not me.

  No problem. This panting whore’d already entirely seduced me and spoiled me.

  I’m staying that way.

  Sorry, Alex.

  * * * *Authorized Bootleg* * * *

  I left the indirect lights on dim, so whenever I’d open my eyes I’d see her there beside me. Even when she needed a bathroom break, I went with her and watched her, and “requested” she put her hands behind her head like a POW and spread her legs wide and do her business slowly, letting her hot, sweet water run over my hand. It was a joy watching her pee, because it was beautiful, but mostly because I enjoyed controlling her.

  Controlling his her.

  But, I must admit, all that domination and wishing and fucking­—sounds like an old British rock song—made me hungry, so I let her sleep while I went fridge raiding for a sandwich and drink.

  She didn’t see me in the big chair; but, I saw her, as she paused at her discarded, wet robe. She seemed incapable of both actions: of dressing and making it to the door. The door won. She touched the handle.

  “Kara, come to me.”

  She frustratingly struck the door with her palms, as if to shove it out of her way, and sighed loud enough for me to hear her even at that distance; but, she came; hips swaying, as only a woman’s can, and her breasts . . . swaying and bobbing deliciously.

  God, I am never letting her wear clothes again. Never. I may never let her out, period.

  “P-Please . . . S-Steve . . . let me go.” I almost gave it a thought. I almost felt for her. I gave her part of my sandwich, instead.

  “Eat.” She did. And, gave her drink. “Drink.”

  When she was done, I could see she was still waiting for my answer, which she got when I ordered her to get on her “knees and suck my cock, as if it were Alex’; and fill” her mouth with my cum.

  She seemed distressed, which caused her naked breasts to heave wonderfully. But still, she got on her knees and said ah.

  Y’know, nothing beats seeing and feeling your cock in the perfect pussy. Except perhaps two things: seeing your cod’s big, tasty strawberry-shaped cockhead between the beautiful, flushed lips of a total stunner, especially one that belongs to your best friend, plus feeling her hot, wet mouth enwrapping tightly around you. Nursing on you. Drawing you in . . . and out . . . and in . . . and out.

  She was doing an excellent job, even holding me correctly, so I wouldn’t thrust too far into her little throat and choke her. I breathlessly asked if she’d sucked cock before, and got a muffled—.

  “No.”

  I laughingly asked if she’d imagined sucking Alex’ cock, while watching porn movies or reading up on it at the library or through her Venus Book Club™ selections for pointers on the mechanics even.

  The ill-tempered look on her perfect face said I’d hit it on the mark.

  But, I wanted to hit something else, too, and commanded her to relax her throat and its gag reflex. I stood, held her pretty head steady by the hair, then pushed . . . making her swallow my full, fat length . . . until soft lips were pillowed in coarse, musky pubes.

  I fucked Kara’s hot, snug throat, as I instructed her to continue suckling my dearest, most in earnest buddy with her now well-educated lips and tongue.

  She added a nice range of cum-calling hums on her own.

  When my time neared . . . sensitive to my . . . to Alex’ needs, she massaged and kneaded my destitute nuts with a pleasant hand, the perfect trigger. I readily came into the cozy, warm cup of her enthusiastic mouth. And, my cum kept cumming, balls and ass contracting sharply to shoot into her, until my well-used tool fell from those lips, until finally, her bright eyes on mine, I made her open.

  My white lust lay to overflowing on her “very smart, exceptionally capable, absolutely indispensable, brilliant and innovative” pink tongue and pearly teeth, before I made her gulp down the best meal she’d ever had. My Kara licked the overflow off her lips and chin without prompting.

  Creamy dessert.

  That image alone could give me many hours of jerk off time in the future; but, I’ll have her, so I may never jerk myself again.

  Poor Ole Spoiled Alex could get off completely on that same image, too; but, he’ll never see it.

  Then, once again unprompted, Kara slurped and licked my glans and shaft, as if I were the sweetest bit of hard candy in the whole world. She playfully flicked her tongue’s tip all over my cock’s head and in my big snake’s tiny mouth, until I melted in her hands and slithered from her grasp.

  * * * *Authorized Bootleg* * * *

  It didn’t matter how late it was or how long we’d been at it, I had no desire to sleep and was entirely greedy for her, and she was greedy for . . . Alex. Lucky me.

  I placed her on the dining table, and stood inside the open circle of her legs, as they wrapped around me. I started my meal at her mouth, working down, taking my time kneading and tasting both breasts and hard, sensitive nipple, then sat in a chair, her knees over my shoulders, parted her dark, silky pubes, and buried my happy face in her delicious, fragrant cunt.

  I came up for air once or twice and checked her reaction. It’d been awhile since I’d touched the paw . . . .

  Her expression was divided. Part of her plainly didn’t want me eating her, and just as clearly she loved it, as she creamed all over me and moaned and wiggled reflexively, until seeming to give over fully to her lust again.

  I considered asking her if she liked it because I did it so well or . . . because she was seeing and feeling me as Alex. I didn’t though. I’m not fucking stupid. Instead, I instructed her to be as noisy as she wanted, that I wanted to hear her joy, as “Alex” kept his mouth to her, eating her succulent cunt out with a nasty vengeance.

  Soon, her sometimes strained, sometimes husky, sometimes pleading voice was begging him to �
�lick harder”, “nip” here, try a finger or tongue poke there . . . before crushing my head between her lustful thighs, while I drank her sweetly salty, hot stream of clear cum.

  I love tasting My Kara . . . drinking My Kara. Fucking My Kara.

  The next thing insured my wanting to fuck Kara forever.

  I stood her up and turned her around, bending her over the old, mahogany, family dining table. I paused my huge, steel pillar over her tiny mouth of her little puckered shithole, but decided to save that still virgin entrance for tomorrow because I really wanted her sweet, new pussy again.

  I again caressed and stroked the soft skin of her asscheeks with my cock, as she seductively waggled her tail side-to-side, enjoying the feel of me on her before arching her back so her wet, hairy snatch opened its plump lipped mouth to properly welcome and worship my rubberless length inside her.

  I teased her slick burrow with my greedy arrow’s tip and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes lustrous, full lips overflushed, and purposefully, hungrily, she pushed back to have me entirely in her. Her move came with a terribly appealing moaning sigh, as I slid home, making it very, very hard to remember she’d been a fresh, untested virgin a mere few hours before, and was now the best cockhappy whore I’d ever had.

  I laughed loudly, for joy, and enthusiastically fucked Kara like I completely controlled her. Which I did.

  * * * *Authorized Bootleg* * * *

  I awoke when she got out of bed early.

  “Where’re you going?”

  “Work?” I liked the way her statement became a question, waiting for my permission.

  “No.” I yawned and handed her the phone. “Call Alex—. His number at work. Say you won’t be in, you’re . . . staying in bed for the day.”

  She dialed, waited.

  “It’s Kara. I ‘won’t be in . . . staying in bed for the day’.” Stilted, but it works.

  She replaced the phone, and stared at the monkey’s paw a long while. I touched it.

  “Don’t use it, ever. Come to me.”

  She slid her luscious body against mine, as if she actually meant it, which meant tons to me and is the greatest of aphrodisiacs, as I hardened immediately. She was still sore from the last hard fucking but was compliant and obedient, as I had her mount. There’s nothing like watching a lover fuck herself on your granite, as she rode us both raw, riding me like a man should be ridden, which convinced me I should wish her . . . to love me, like she loved Alex . . . but . . . instead of Alex, and always.

  * * * *Authorized Bootleg* * * *

  I half awoke, again, thinking . . . dreaming I’d heard shattering crystal glass; but . . . it was clearly nothing, so I fell back to sleep, spooned against the lovely and curvaceous Kara, until an incredibly strong hang viciously yanked me to the floor by the ankle. I landed painfully on my face, and someone stomped with purpose on my back, then booted me hard in the side.

  Kara screamed, “Alex!”

  He stopped. He looked entirely surprised that he had stopped.

  Good thing. I once watched him nearly beat a guy to death with his bare, hammer-hard fists. A guy, who’d attacked and hurt my sister. She says that’s why she’s always more concerned for Alex than me. Everyone’s Charming Prince Alex, who was glaring at me, lying naked, doubled over at his feet, bleeding from my damaged nose and mouth, trying to get a decent breath around what had to be a deeply bruised and broken rib or two . . . or three. Stepping over me, he pulled the bed cover up to her; but, she didn’t take it. He took off his trench and buttoned her into it.

  “Kara, what’re you doing here?” Obvious question, asshole, since she’s completely tousled, reeking, and wearing absolutely nothing, except my cum.

  “Making love with . . . Alex.”

  “What?” It seemed a good time for the paw.

  It wasn’t there!

  Must’ve knocked it off when he pulled me down. I scrambled to look for it, since I knew I couldn’t beat him in a physical fight, straight or dirty . . . or outrun him, with or without broken ribs. I wished I’d remembered that before having her call his new play toy, that’d mindlessly and automatically tagged my name and number.

  Fuck. He was staring at me, seething; but got sidetracked when she amorously grabbed his crotch. He grabbed her disconcerting hand.

  “W-What’s wrong with you, Kara?!”

  Shit! Shit! Shit! She pulled the bony paw out from under her pillow, and gave it to him.

  “S-Steve . . . wished it.” I knew he remembered Gran proudly showing it to him. Even senile, old chicks love Alex. He was flushing a deep vermilion on every bit of exposed skin.

  I was so absolutely fuckin’ dead, despite his trying hard to not look at me.

  “What did Steve . . . wish for, Kara?”

  I felt cold and distant, noticing, like you would details in a painting’s composition at the art museum­—how his head was tilted down in inner focus, and hers bowed too, almost touching his, but afraid to, as every word from that exquisite, cum-coated throat slit mine.

  “‘Make love to’ him, ‘as if’ he ‘were Alex’.” It was interesting, her apologizing to him by her pleading tone and shrinking demeanor, as he asked her the questions he didn’t want answers to, but asked anyway.

  “How . . . how many—?” Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “F‑Four . . . five?”

  He didn’t move, he was completely, totally still, which was unnaturally freaking my soul because Alex could move frighteningly fast and hard when he wanted to. Especially, when he was thoroughly, furiously pissed, like now. He never gets loud when he’s severely angry. No, he gets deathly quiet . . . and still, as the eye of a furious tornado. Like now. Just before he explodes.

  I realized I’d been painfully tensed all over, in anticipation of dying painfully, and tried to relax, thanking God she was present.

  Kara’d changed Alex.

  Of course, if she weren’t present, I wouldn’t be in fear of my life, blood leaking from me. Or libidinously sated.

  “Why, Steve? You never believed in this damned thing.”

  I considered lying, but my brain was still Kara-fluxed—drinking her, fucking her—yeah, Kara-fluxed; I even had—Steve’s Poe Paw, rhymes with faux pas—stupidly stuck in my head. But, I struck him to his ever too charming and all too self-centered soul with the simple, irreversible truth.

  “I wanted her, Alex. Because she’s, well, look at her. And, because she’s yours, or . . . will be. Or, at least, would’ve been. You always get the best, then I get your dregs. This time, you get mine. Go. Take her. By the way, she’s a totally wild, cocksucking, dickhungry, fuckcraving little whore—and I didn’t even have to wish her to be. You can even fuckin’ kill me, ‘good buddy’. I don’t give a shit, because that bitch’s sweet, luscious cherry will always be mine.”

  Incredibly, Alex a deep berry color; but, more incredibly, he didn’t slam my head into the wall. He was stone silent for a long time, then he looked at her.

  She softly gasped—released.

  He was holding the paw . . . and wishing her back to him!

  Kara looked very confused, no—deeply shamed. It looked good on her incredible face; the perfect cum shot.

  He held her face to his and whispered something to her, obviously trying to ease her agonized state, looked her deep in the eye, as if to see if she were truly mentally home, then kissed her, intensely. I thought, but didn’t mention aloud, that I sincerely hoped he enjoyed the taste of my spunk on her lips and tongue.

  I watched as that uncontrolled bitch hungrily kissed back, clinging to him, willingly giving him what I’d had to . . . .

  I didn’t like seeing that.

  Fleeting thoughts crossed my mind, that if I could snatch the paw and wish before he kicked my balls into my brainpan, or if I could snap her beautiful neck before—.

  He scooped her off my disheveled brass bed, sending her out ahead of him, making sure she was far out of earshot.

  “Fuck the ‘cherry
’ shit, Steve, and fuck you. When I’m done with it, I’m burning this damn thing to ash. All she’ll ever remember, awake or in dreams, is me being with her, and all you’ll remember is that I’ll fuckin’ kill you, in a way you will give a shit, if you ever come near her or me again.”

  * * * *Authorized Bootleg* * * *

  There. I always wake up there, from The Nightmare; my whole trembling body icy cold with fear and completely piss wet. I could never shake that horrible feeling once it came on, so I moved a good thousand miles away, years ago.

  It’s strangely funny, disturbing really, because before moving, I awoke in my own house, in my own bed on freshly laundered sheets, with three broken ribs, a broken nose, and covered with many a bruise and dried blood; without any certain memory of how I’d gotten them or broken a glass door.

  The strangest of all is that, once when I was forced to go back there on business, I saw a stunningly gorgeous woman, who looked like the Kara in my . . . wet dream. She had a beautiful black-haired baby and . . . and I recall thinking how odd that her older, little boy looked so much like he could be mine.

  But, I lost sight of them in the rushing traffic.

  Silly. Just a silly coincidence and . . . wishful thinking. Dangerous wishes, somehow, although the strangest part of all is that I . . . I . . . don’t . . . remember ever knowing an Alex . . . or a Kara. I most definitely, definitely hope I never do.

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