twenty-feet high because Biff was so
mean he’d gore any male he could, and he was so horny he’d fuck any female,
whether they let him or not, regardless of species. Well, Betty never took a
bet lightly.
She
excused herself from the dinner table and came out of her bedroom five minutes
later, wearing the shortest, sexiest dress she owned.
“And
just where do you think you’re goin’?” Daddy asked Betty.
“I
have a date with a bull,” Betty said, and she marched right out of the house.
Daddy and I scrambled after her.
We
followed Betty cautiously as she crossed our property over to the electric pen
of Biff. The voltage surging through that fence could kill a person, but Betty
slipped between the thick wires like a salmon. Daddy called after her, demanding
that she get back out of there immediately.
He
was scared shitless, but not even the imminent death of his own daughter could
compel him to climb into the pen with Biff. I held Daddy’s hand, as much for
his sake as for mine. Biff emerged from the barn, huge bouts of steam rising
from his nostrils. Hoof to back, he stood ten feet tall. Betty kept her distance.
She
looked scared but, after only a moment, she began to sway from side to side,
her hips gyrating sensuously. Biff stamped his feet. Between his hind legs, a
black dick stiffened and swelled. The bull seemed to smile but with animals
it’s hard to tell.
Betty
continued to dance, running her long fingers up her own body. Daddy continued
to shout. Finally, the bull charged, head lowered. He was going to gouge a horn
through Betty before fucking her. Betty bent over and raised her ass into the
air. I thought for sure Biff would stab a horn right through her anus. Instead,
he skidded to a halt and stared, entranced by Betty’s ass. He came up to her on
delicate feet and proceeded to lick her ass with his long black tongue.
We
had thought it was the end for Betty. Instead, she had the beast that had
killed and raped so many eating out her ass.
Daddy
began to cry. “Will you look at that,” he said.
It’s
magic.
Betty
farted once or twice, just to assert her power over the bull. After a while,
she lay down beneath the bull and let him slather her in several gallons of hot
cum. I know it was hot because steam rose off her flesh, and I saw the burns
later that night, when I crawled into Betty’s bed and asked if I could eat her
ass too.
We’d
fucked each other before then, but only casually. The night Betty tamed Biff
was when our sisterhood definitively exploded into something beyond mere
sexuality. It’s when we decided that we would become elf goddesses of love. If
something could be fucked, we’d fuck it, and we’d do it out of love for each
other.
Entering
the kitchen after I’d woken from a blackout caused by clitoral loss, Santa’s
cock usurped all notions of sex I had previously held. Betty was pinned
facedown on the floor beneath the rollicking fat of Santa’s belly. Betty’s
flesh bulged in places, as if snakes were crawling under her skin. It didn’t
take me long to realize they were the veins of Santa’s penis. He’d literally
filled her up. I worried about organ damage and broken bones, but if anyone
could take a full-body cock colonic, it was Betty.
But
instead of pride, I felt that Betty had betrayed me, again. Ever since Biff, we
never fucked apart. It was true that Betty had always dreamed of screwing
Santa, but that was every elf girl’s dream. We dreamed that dream together.
Despite
feeling like the third wheel, I cooed erotically to alert them to my presence,
and jumped into the sexual fray. I sucked on Santa’s toes, a minor pleasure
compared to the full internal fucking Betty was taking from him, but minor pleasures
should never be underestimated during sexual engagement. The slightest brush
of a fingertip along a protruding notch of spine, a kiss behind the knee, the
tickle of hair tossed across a shoulder, a nose pressed into the Adam’s apple
to plant a
mean he’d gore any male he could, and he was so horny he’d fuck any female,
whether they let him or not, regardless of species. Well, Betty never took a
bet lightly.
She
excused herself from the dinner table and came out of her bedroom five minutes
later, wearing the shortest, sexiest dress she owned.
“And
just where do you think you’re goin’?” Daddy asked Betty.
“I
have a date with a bull,” Betty said, and she marched right out of the house.
Daddy and I scrambled after her.
We
followed Betty cautiously as she crossed our property over to the electric pen
of Biff. The voltage surging through that fence could kill a person, but Betty
slipped between the thick wires like a salmon. Daddy called after her, demanding
that she get back out of there immediately.
He
was scared shitless, but not even the imminent death of his own daughter could
compel him to climb into the pen with Biff. I held Daddy’s hand, as much for
his sake as for mine. Biff emerged from the barn, huge bouts of steam rising
from his nostrils. Hoof to back, he stood ten feet tall. Betty kept her distance.
She
looked scared but, after only a moment, she began to sway from side to side,
her hips gyrating sensuously. Biff stamped his feet. Between his hind legs, a
black dick stiffened and swelled. The bull seemed to smile but with animals
it’s hard to tell.
Betty
continued to dance, running her long fingers up her own body. Daddy continued
to shout. Finally, the bull charged, head lowered. He was going to gouge a horn
through Betty before fucking her. Betty bent over and raised her ass into the
air. I thought for sure Biff would stab a horn right through her anus. Instead,
he skidded to a halt and stared, entranced by Betty’s ass. He came up to her on
delicate feet and proceeded to lick her ass with his long black tongue.
We
had thought it was the end for Betty. Instead, she had the beast that had
killed and raped so many eating out her ass.
Daddy
began to cry. “Will you look at that,” he said.
It’s
magic.
Betty
farted once or twice, just to assert her power over the bull. After a while,
she lay down beneath the bull and let him slather her in several gallons of hot
cum. I know it was hot because steam rose off her flesh, and I saw the burns
later that night, when I crawled into Betty’s bed and asked if I could eat her
ass too.
We’d
fucked each other before then, but only casually. The night Betty tamed Biff
was when our sisterhood definitively exploded into something beyond mere
sexuality. It’s when we decided that we would become elf goddesses of love. If
something could be fucked, we’d fuck it, and we’d do it out of love for each
other.
Entering
the kitchen after I’d woken from a blackout caused by clitoral loss, Santa’s
cock usurped all notions of sex I had previously held. Betty was pinned
facedown on the floor beneath the rollicking fat of Santa’s belly. Betty’s
flesh bulged in places, as if snakes were crawling under her skin. It didn’t
take me long to realize they were the veins of Santa’s penis. He’d literally
filled her up. I worried about organ damage and broken bones, but if anyone
could take a full-body cock colonic, it was Betty.
But
instead of pride, I felt that Betty had betrayed me, again. Ever since Biff, we
never fucked apart. It was true that Betty had always dreamed of screwing
Santa, but that was every elf girl’s dream. We dreamed that dream together.
Despite
feeling like the third wheel, I cooed erotically to alert them to my presence,
and jumped into the sexual fray. I sucked on Santa’s toes, a minor pleasure
compared to the full internal fucking Betty was taking from him, but minor pleasures
should never be underestimated during sexual engagement. The slightest brush
of a fingertip along a protruding notch of spine, a kiss behind the knee, the
tickle of hair tossed across a shoulder, a nose pressed into the Adam’s apple
to plant a
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