Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

His fingers found the edge of her panties. Like her top, it was difficult to separate banshee from fabric, so he contented himself with running his fingers across the outside, feeling her thick mound through the thin material.

“Ah!” Cecilia sighed, breaking away from Mike’s neck.

He made tiny circles over her panties now, a wet spot rapidly forming beneath his touch as he gently moved her folds apart.

“Ah! Ah!” She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her crotch down on his hand.

Mike grinned, pinching a nipple with his free hand as he shoved her panties aside. Again, they tried to move back to their regular position, but Mike was too determined. He gently pressed against Cecilia’s slit, teasing her opening with wide, lazy circles. The banshee chased his finger, trying to push down on it every chance she got. The tiny shocks now felt like a steady surge of energy, but Mike was too horny to care.

“It feels like we just might fit together after all,” he whispered in Cecilia’s ear. He looked up to see Abella still watching, a lusty grin on her face. She licked her lips at him, but Mike ignored her. “But only when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” Cecilia whimpered, her hips swiveling. Mike used his thumb to rub the folds around her clitoris-every time he touched it directly, the sensation caused his hand to flinch away. Cecilia was sitting upright now, eyes closed and mouth open, panting loudly as Mike teased her pussy. Several minutes passed, and Cecilia suddenly clamped her hand down on Mike’s wrist.

“Hold still, you fucker,” she said, forcing her pussy down onto his finger. He slid up into her, his arm becoming chilled as the heat left it, flowing up into Cecilia’s snatch. She let out a loud groan, startling Mike with her sudden loudness.

“Won’t the neighbor hear?” he asked, suddenly nervous.

“You know that won’t be a problem. Now give me another finger.”

Mike did as she said, relieved when it dampened the sensation. His first finger had gone nearly numb, and the second one’s entrance was restoring heat to it.

Cecilia let out another loud groan, moving her hips back and forth. “Oh God, I’ve never felt anything like this,” she said, rolling her hips back and forth. “I feel so...so...full.”

“If you think you feel full now, wait until I get my dick in you.”

“Oh, fuck!” Cecilia slid backward, hovering away from Mike. She turned around, grasping the railing of the porch in one hand and pulling the back of her skirt up with the other. “I can’t wait any longer! Do it! Fuck me! I want to know how it feels!”

Mike rose, undoing his pants. His cock sprang free, the cool air crinkling the skin on his balls. He pushed against Cecilia, lifting her skirt up even farther and staring at her small, curvy ass. Her panties were white, just like her dress, and her stockings were held in place by a garter belt. The wet spot on Cecilia’s panties was the size of a silver dollar. He yanked her panties to the side, revealing ivory folds without hair. The sparks between them were visible now, little blue streamers of energy that connected them.

“Are you ready?” Mike asked, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips. The energy between them made his dick feel like it was vibrating, each spark sending a wave of pleasure to his spine.

Cecilia responded by shoving backward. Mike’s eyes rolled back as a powerful blast of energy used his dick as a conduit, cold electricity flowing through his legs, up his back, and into his head. He grabbed onto Cecilia’s ass, the surge of electricity causing his whole body to lurch forward, slamming his dick into her once more. Gasping for air, he pulled back out, but the electricity caused him to stiffen up again. Cecilia let out a cry with each deep thrust, not realizing that her energy had trapped Mike in an endless loop.

“What is this? What is this? What is this feeling?” Cecilia cried, then let forth a stream of words in a language Mike didn’t recognize. She was incoherent now, babbling as he fucked her from behind. The pulses decreased in intensity enough that Mike could move his hands again. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He wrapped his arm around Cecilia’s tiny waist and found her clitoris from the front, folding over one of her lips as a buffer to prevent another intense shock. Cecilia’s babbling became moans, moans that built in strength and volume. Up above, Abella’s face was contorted in a silent mask of pleasure, her lips parted as she panted in time with the banshee.

Cecilia shoved against Mike hard enough that the two of them fell backward onto the porch, narrowly missing the swing. Cecilia’s hands replaced Mike’s on her clit, and she swiveled her hips as she rode him frantically. Mike grabbed her breasts through her dress, squeezing them tightly as he arched his back, pushing himself in deeper.

Cecilia went silent, her whole body starting to shake. Her hair rose up like crazy snakes, electric streamers arcing away from her skin as she took in a deep breath, the only thing he could hear.

“Oh shit!” Mike quickly stuck his fingers in his ears as Cecilia came. The noise was a cross between an air-raid siren and a cat in heat. Mike was grateful to be on his back-he felt the world spin beneath him as his equilibrium was destroyed. The house rattled, tremors making the wooden planks beneath him pop out of place. Cecilia let out another shriek as her body shook, her arms going limp at her sides. The lights in the house went out, casting the front porch into darkness. Cecilia’s skin was the only source of light now, and she went silent once more, her hips randomly spasming, sending pleasurable shocks into his cock.

Mike waited nearly a minute before pulling his fingers out of his ears.