This choice: Yep... stuffed from both the front and the back... • Go Back...Chapter #13Yep... stuffed from both the front and the back... by: Michael Jackson   Brandon had barely begun crawling after her before he was dangerously close to dragging his rockhard cock through the dirt below him. Moments before all he could think about was the show to come, but now... well, that wiggling ass and wet thighs were making him reconsider. Her tight shaved slit was practically begging him to have a go at it, and it seemed such a shame to let her go to the fly with an opportunity like that presenting itself...
This kind of opportunity wasn't entirely new to Brandon, there had been another Faerie a year before. They had both been first years, and she had been so nice to him. Not like those other sluts, when even the other Pixie's mocked him for his frailty and clumsiness, Mira always had a kind word for him. She was a petite Faerie, except for her budding breasts of course. Those had a promising future. All bright smiles and playful compliments. So when Brandon had asked her to be his first in confidence, well it seemed like a dream when she'd said yes. How she even knew the right spot. A small clearing, surrounded by wildflowers and close to a Pixie watch post. It had all been too perfect.
So when the time came, it had all young Brandon could manage to simply say hello. Mira naked and waiting just for him, her long golden blond hair curling about her rosy tipped breasts and wet thighs rubbing together eagerly and yet nervously. He'd practically floated to her as she beckoned him forward, his loincloth slipping unnoticed to the dirt as he pressed against her.
It had been all the more a shock when she pushed him on his ass.
"You're going to fuck me with that little thing?" Mira had sounded so different, her voice awash with cold mirth. "If only there was a real Pixie here." She had sighed.
Then he heard them, the half strangled guffaws and giggles. It had all been a joke at his expense, she'd been a wonderful actress to play the part so very long.
"But there is," Tall, sandy haired Ollith, had been a bit too dramatic with his entrance. But Brandon hardly noticed, not over the pitch black core of hatred that was born and nurtured in him that day.
He'd watched him fuck like rabbits for longer than he could count, the rutting bitch smiling at Brandon all the while Ollith groaned and moaned behind her. The laughter had grown louder, Brandon catching glimpses of several Pixie's and Faeries he knew. He hated them all, every single one of them. By the time he finally flew away, numb with anger, a monster had been born.
Brandon had followed her for nearly a month, stalking her every waking moment, obsessed with seeing her slip up. He would have the last laugh, every Faerie slipped up eventually. It had never occurred to him back then to take a more... active role in her demise.
Her's was a simple one, she had been out gathering herbs, and she didn't look where she was going. She'd walked right into a spiderweb spanning two plants, and it's denizen diner had been more than happy to welcome her with gusto. Mira had squealed and begged and screamed for help as the Spider secured her hands and feet firmly before dinner. So when Brandon stepped into sight, she looked torn between crying in relief or helplessness.
"Brandon!" She sounded so much like she had before, "Please help me Brandon!" Her voice desperate. The Spider looking equally nervous.
He'd just sneered at her and shaken his training spear, "With this?" He snarled, "This is much too small to do the job." As it clattered to the dirt, the Spider eagerly resumed it's work.
"Brandon PLEASE!" She had squealed, "THEY MADE ME DO IT, HELP ME AND YOU CAN FUCK ME ALL YOU WANT!!" His only response was to drop his loincloth, hard and ready for the show at hand.
"PLEASE!!!" Her sweet voice terrified, "THEY MADE ME DO IT!!! THEY MADE ME DO I-UMPHHHH!!!" A quick spray from the now annoyed spider had shut her up. Leaving his dinner only the option of muffled sobs and squeals as he bit into her gorgeous tits, pumping them full of venom.
Brandon came more times than he could count as she squealed and begged through her gag, her tits slowly flattening as the Spider sucked them dry. Her skin seeming a little less taut with time and a little more jiggly as the venom spread, turning her into a nutritious Faerie slurpee for the Spider.
He waited and watched the whole thing, until her petite body collapsed into nothing more than skin and bones, and her squealing finally quieted. The Spider's abdomen swelled with it's meal as it casually detached what was left of the once pretty first year and tossed her away like so much trash. Brandon had visited that web more than once after the fact, to jerk off and remember that stupid slut getting what she deserved.
As for Ollith, well, he disappeared one day on patrol. It had caused quite a bit of a stir, Faeries went missing often, but not Pixies. No one ever found out what happened to him.
Brandon wasn't about to miss the opportunity again, he could always get rid of the stupid little slut later. There were plenty of hungry predators out there. Rising as best he could, her grabbed the plotting little bitch by her hips, and slid himself home into her tight warm slit. The feeling so heavenly he nearly blew his load then and there.
It was happening! Tish gasped as he roughly pushed into her, driving deep into her red hot center, well, relatively deep anyway. It hurt at first, but she didn't need to let him know that. If he thought he was hurting her he might stop, and that just couldn't happen! So she was sure to let out small gentle moans with each hard thrust to convince him. She'd waited so long for this, no more making fun of Tish the virgin! That Faerie didn't exist after today, she couldn't wait to tell the entire class!
Mandy, Ulla and Cassidy would be so proud of her she thought, her eyes shut as she focused on feeling everything. Though a particularly hard thrust made her feel bit too much, gasping a bit, she wondered if it was always so rough. She hoped not, or that maybe it felt better in the future. Everyone else seemed to love it so much, it had to be a problem with her, not him. He was going faster and faster now, as if eager to cum in her. Tish wondered how that would feel, great she bet, everyone went on and on about it...
Brandon grunted as he roughly pushed into her tight slit again, her pussy hugging his cock tight as he grinned ear to ear listening to the little slut moan. This felt even better than he imagined, and he considered for a moment not finding something to snack on the plotting little bitch. Then he wondered if the Fly was still outside, if she was loud enough for it to hear her. He bet he could make her loud enough, he just wasn't sure if he wanted to sound the dinner bell. After all, he still wanted to try fucking that tight little ass of hers. He wasn't about to let her go before he tried as much as he could!
Tish bit her lip as he pumped away at her from behind, happy at least half of her was in the sunlight and not in that dingy old cave. She wanted her first time to be nice, not that she would have been picky about it. This seemed nice enough, though the huffing and puffing in the cave behind her was making it a little awkward. And her knee's and elbows were starting to hurt a little. She just needed to concentrate on how she could finally tell the others.
Then it occurred to her, what if they don't believe her! What if they think it's just another of her stories... She gasped for real as she considered that.
"A-are you going to tell anyone about this?" She asked hopefully, the silence was worrying, but much worse. The sudden stop to his pumping, and his cock sliding out. Oh no! She started to panic, he doesn't want anyone to know that he fucked her! She was never going to get anyone to believe her!
But as she felt his cock slide upwards, slick from her slit and precum only to stop between her taut buns and prod against her tight virgin backdoor. He was going to use her other hole! On her first time!
"I'm going to tell everyone you stupid little slut!" Brandon hissed as he put his weight behind his cock, pressing painfully hard against her insanely tight little asshole. The stupid Faerie squealing in surprise as his cockhead sunk out of sight into the tightest hole he could have ever imagined. The little bitch didn't want anyone to know he had fucked her huh? Well she didn't need to worry about that, after that little scream of hers the Fly must have heard her. Well he'd make sure it's meat was nice and tenderized by the time it showed up for supper.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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