Random Idea.
Here's something I've been typing into my cell phone for a coupla days now. And boy, let me tell you, it's good to finally just sit down and type something up again... ([:3
Yidley, a male frog, keeps having sexual thoughts and ideas invade his mind. Eventually followes through and starts getting laid. I have not been able to decide if there is a demon inhabiting him that doesn't know how to be tactful, of if it is just some psycological part of him coming to the surface when he's feeling even the slightest bit randy. Either way, it definetely came out better than I was prepaired to hope for. (so far, anyways...)
Examples:
1) "Hey mom, I'm at the house. I've got a light sunburn, a lighter tan,-" *and a throbbing hard on* "and I smell like boat, so I'm going to take a shower-" *and masterbate while imagining I'm plowing your silky smooth sex* "before I go to bed."
2) Scenario; Yidley's school, hallway and a 'repurposed' storage room, lunch period, sees a nice, shy looking parokeet girl and approaches.
Waving to the girl, Yidley walked over with a smile. "Hey there,-" *sexy* "I saw you were alone so I came over to-" *give you the ride of your life* "say hi,"
"Oh, uhm... Hi then..." she replied, her head crest bobbing and dipping in embarressed agitation. Gripping her books tighter to herself, the nervous bird looked about, avoiding eye contact.
"My name is Yidley," the young frog said in the sudden silence. "It means-" *great sex* "good company. Want me to-" *put you up against the wall as I stain your insides white?* "hang around for a bit?"
"Uhm, okay." She replied, a hint of a smile forming at the edges of her beak. "I'm Rachel. I don't know what it means, though..."
Leaning against the nearby lockers, Yidley smiled back at the shy parokeet. "How come you never spend time with anyone during lunch? This isn't the first time I've-" *imagined you sucking my dick* "seen you alone. You look like an-" *easy piece of meat* "interesting individual..."
Turning her head completely to the left, Rachel looked him up and down suspisciosly with her right eye. "Really, you think so?"
His smile now practically beaming at her open observation of him, Yidley leaned a little closer. "Yep, I know so. I also know-" *you're gonna be a screecher in bed* "you have a boyfriend, and that you just don't know it yet."
Making serious eye contact for the first time, the bird clicked her beak in curious anticipation. "I do...?"
"That's right," the male replied. Leaning even closer, he started to whisper conspiratorialy. "He's good looking, charming, physically fit, and would stay your friend even if you broke up with him. He's a bit short, height wise, but he makes up for it in other departments." Smiling off kilter a bit, he shrugged his shoulders. "At least, this is what I've been told. However, he is currently dating other girls at the moment, but the best part is that they know already, and they really want to try out new things, and on a few occasions, actually have. Reports are that they liked it, and I believe it, as my sources are pretty reliable." For a moment, his mind was clear of the stupidly nagging thoughts that were troubling him recently. It seemed almost as if his blatantly bold comments had given it pause for once; like it was mulling over his words.
Then: *fuck, not getting any out of this one, now*
Turning her head back to Yidley, Rachel trembled from mixed emotions. Internally, her emotions warred for dominance, comprising primarily of shock, disbelief, a healthy dose of embarressment, but strongest of all, yearning. Growing up alone had emotionally strained her, and to ease the suffering, she had simply stayed away from others. But now the strain was gone, and only a fissure remaind, longing to be whole again. She wanted to have a relationship with someone. And what if he was dating other people at the same time? If the other girls were okay with it, who was she to judge? On the other hand, she didn't want to be called a whore or anything like that... But if she kept it quiet, and made the others promise not to tell...
A soft touch on her arm made Rachel nearly jump out of her feathers. Turning around slowly, she faced the charming, admittedly handsome, and yes, slightly short Yidley. He was smiling so... acceptingly. As if he knew what she was thinking, and would accept her answer no matter what it happened to be. His long, dextrous fingers on her arn were gently running through her feathers, and then his hand was coming up to her beak, and he was so close, and now she was leaning down just that little bit. And after what seemed an eternity, *TOUCHDOWN~!* their lips made contact.
*OMFG, it's on!*
Yidley could tell this was Rachel's first time kissing; she was nuzzling into the kiss more than actively taking part in it. Running his hand along the side of her face, he curled his fingers behind her head and braced her head gently. Running his other hand along her side, he cupped her waist and leaned into the weak kneed female. Now in his element, the young frog slipped his tongue into the parokeet's beak.
Surprized at the change of posture, and the sudden intrusion, Rachel widened her eyes, but only redoubled her novice efforts. Rubbing her own tongue against the frogs, she shivered in excitement.
Breathing heavily, Yidley brought the dazed bird back up for air. Looking at his watch appraisingly, he nodded his head. Still 27 minutes before lunch break was over. *plenty of time* Nodding his head again, he too Rachel's hand in his own and headed towards his recommissioned room. "Come with me, there's something I want to-" *fuck you with* "show you."
Breathless, and more than a little excited, the parokeet let him lead her to the secluded room. Gazing around the interior with obvious astonishment, she almost missed the frog taking his shirt off. "Uhm..." was all she got out before her eyes roamed down his chest, his stomach, and holy moly, was that his thing trying to get out of his pants, or had he managed to hide a prize winning cucumber while she hadn't been paying attention?!
Meeting her eyes steadily when she was finally able to drag them away from his groin, he smiled softly so as not to spook her. "I wanted you to experience it first, that way you wouldn't wonder what you missed."
Pointing at his straining jeans, Rachel smiled shyly. "That's pretty hard to miss, all said and done..."
Dropping his pants and boxer-briefs (he'd been holding them up with his hand), Yidley let his entire tapered length out of its confinement. "That's the truth of it." He agreed, leaning back against a desk, grinning cheekily at her bugging out eyes. "I told you he makes up for his height in different departments..." Making a come hither motion with his left hand, he waved the subtly pulsing appendage with his right, making slow, hypnotic arcs. "Care for a test ride?"
Swallowing a sudden lump in her throat, Rachel settled her resolve and nodded. "Will it fit...?" she wondered aloud, even as she took a cautious step forwards.
Helping her undress, Yidley nodded. "Always does..."
All too quickly, he had undressed her. Bringing his hands along her sides, the male parted feathers in neat, uniform lines, coming up under her small but soft breasts. Rubbing his thumbs over her downy covered nipples, he was able to draw a small gasp from her. Leaning in, he licked at her neck, her chin, her beak, her tongue. Roving randomly with his mouth, he dropped his hands to cup her thighs. Lifting her up, he then slowly lowered her, gently burying his penis into her narrow passage.
Sliding two thirds of his rod into her, Yidley was suprised to find she wasn't a virgin. "Well, I was going to warn you about this causing some pain, or at least discomfort, but..." trailing off, he kissed the side of her beak as she looked away.
"It was an adult toy," she said stiffly. "I used it twice." Head crest wavering up and down again from embarressment, it suddenly shot up in surprise. He had bottomed out in her, his head touching the cervical barrier to her uterus. He began to gently grind against her, his head pushing incessantly against her inner flesh. Emitting half a screech, Rachel closed her eyes and hugged tight to the frog, her insides working his manhood like a muscle needing deep massage therapy.
*wait for the sign, then really get in there*
Holding off for a moment, hugging the parokeet, Yidley kissed her beak and rolled his hips. The tight muscles of her vagina spasmed around his dick as he drew out and pushed back in. Groaning from the pleasure, the bird held on tighter, and carefully pushed back into his rocking motions.
Feeling the willingness of the female above him, Yidley ground into the well timed reciprocations. Feeling himself bottom out with each thrust was driving him wild.
*she's popped her first cherry, might as well take care of the other*
Suddenly mashing his end into the tightly resisting ring of flesh, the frog began bouncing his strong legs. Deep inside, his pre was beading out and mixing with feminine secretions along the hindering wall of flesh, oh so slowly helping the erosion of the resistance there.
Huffing at each jolting pressure from within, the parokeet groaned and nipped the frog's shoulder. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a vain attempt to slow down.
*she wants it bad*
Drawing back, Yidley rested for a moment, just feeling Rachel's clenching muscles around him. With an abrupt thrust, he smashed his tip against the sullenly resistant barrier, pulled out again, and repeated. As she screeched in his ear, he pulled down hard with his hand on her buttocks, and with a pop that was fealt, not heard, he finally wrenched his way in.
Eyes nearly rolling back into her head, Rachel barely kept consious through the debilitating pain. Somewhere, distantly mixed in, she could feel pleasure, but it was too faint to concentrate on. Biting Yidley's shoulder, she sobbed and shuddered, her feathers poofing out and laying flat in rapid successions.
Slowly, methodically, Yidley drew back and thrust in, over and over, until the sobs became pained groans. Grinding against the hard nub of the parokeet's clitoris, he managed to make the groans turn into neutral gasps. Kneeding a breast in one hand, and her lithe buttocks with his other, the gasps finally evolved into chirps and muted screeches of passionate design.
With a suddenness that startled them both, Rachel came hard. Female secretions slickened already wet areas, and gently coated feathers and skin alike. Slamming with renewed vigor, the frog pounded away into the rippling, slippery, vicelike passage.
Head lolling against the male's, the parokeet could only climax again and again. Eyes opened, and fogging over, she trembled from the micro-orgasms each heavy lurch wringed out of her oversensitive nerve endings.
Burning with pent up release, Yidley hit home time and again, each forceful push cramming as much of his penis in, seemingly stretching the bird's insides. With a final blow, his hips wetly met hers, and his release rushed through his penis to flood the quivering womb it was penetrating.
3) Scenario; Yidley enters his mother's room one night, investigating 'mysterious' moaning, to see her naked on bed, unconsciously fingering herself in her sleep.
Seeing his mother's prone form slowly writhing and arching against the sheets caused Tidley's penis to harden in his cloaca, quickly forcing it from the warm, slippery confines.
*a taste couldn't hurt, and she'd never know, what with being asleep and all*
Raising an eyeridge at the though, he stepped cautiously forward, careful not to make too much noise on the soft carpet. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he dipped his mouth to her puffy lips, and snaked his tongue under her groping fingers. Pushing his thick oral muscle into her wet folds, they both groaned.
*she needs a fat cock stuffed in her, and badly at that*
Pausing for a moment, the frog made up his mind. Running his tongue in swirling motions, he readied himself by taking his erection in hand, and guiding it towards his mother's heat. Sucking his tongue back out, he pulled her hands away with his own free hand. Heart beat pounding in his veins with her dissatisfied groans in his ears, he lightly prodded the tapered tip of his penis to her quivering mound. With a last pause to collect himself, he pushed into her silken passage.
Looking up slightly, he saw her stirring, her eyes cracking open just enough to blearily see him, but not recognizing him in her almost awakened stupor. With a barely audable wet sound, his heavily throbbing shaft settled all the way in, just barely prodding her cervical wall. Shuddering in desire, they began to move slowly, and to the young frog he seemed a perfect match to her insides.
Huffing, his mother opened her eyes completely as Yidley pushed all the way in again and nudged the thick barrier, this time, almost aggresively. Now fully awake, she locked on his eyes, trying to ask what was going on, and how could he, but all she could manage was an aborted grunt as he pressed home again.
Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he started to slap his hips to her buttocks in earnest, a wet mantra emerging from their mixing secretions. Bending even farther over his mother, his tip started to prod and push the tight ring of muscle harder and harder, until suddenly, he simply popped through.
Yelling in an unwanted, painful yet powerful orgasm, his mother threw her head back in shock and lust. Powerfully, her inner walls tightend and rippled, clamping down along his hefty manhood.
Grinding a few more times in the suddenly unbearable heat, and grasping silken flesh, Yidley peaked as well, unleashing a thick jet of cum into her confines. Pulse after ropy pulse of hot, viril seed, slashed across her insides as he timed each orgasmic throb to heavy thrusts that penetrated deeply, building his own pleasure to monumental heights.
Eyes closed tightly, he missed his mother's facial reactions to the micro-orgasm he was piling into her with every frantic push. However, he could feel her tighten and slacken, only to tighten once more, over and over again, causing his already sensetive penis to shudder and pulse anew.
Finally coming down from his orgasmic high, Yidley crushed his penis in, trying to eek out that last bit of pleasure. Weakly, his very last dregs of cum splurted out into his mother's already swamped womb.
Shuddering in a shocked state of confusion, pain, and pleasure, Yidley's mother turned her head away, unable to look upon her son. Wallowing in shame, she tried to will her twitching, oversensitive inner muscles from grappling her son's shaft anymore, but it seemed the harder she tried, the more she massaged along him.
Letting his mother's legs go, Yidley leaned down against her chest, and nuzzled her breasts affectionately. Grinding tightly against her loins and gently throbbing insides, he giggled as she gasped from the overstimulated pleasure it caused.
With a shifting feeling, hit tip pulled from inside her womb. Moving her arms up, Yidley's mother held him still, trying to squelch the mingling pleasure and shame bubbling up inside her. Clenching her mouth shut, she breathed harshly through her nose to stop herself from crying out more in passion.
*she wants it so bad she's holding it in for more*
_Mmmm_ing at the thought, Yidley's penis (previously shrinking), began to harden once again, to his mother's horror. Unable to stop herself, her inner walls rippled around him, pulling him deeply inside to once again press against her already abused cervical ring.
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Aight, peeps. Hope you enjoyed that little show. I'll be around.