Bogeyman 2 (MF, MfM, Anal, Oral, Inter, Sci-Fant)
by KeithMcD

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)




2

Simone Pullman had turned fifteen only last month and she was
eager to bed some unsuspecting adult male, planning on dressing
up to look much older than she really was and set off down the
high street.

She giggled as she stood in front of the mirror in her room,
trying on various items of clothes and seeing which made her look
more 'adult'. Her small, pixie-like body and her pretty-cute face
with it's large blue eyes and tiny mouth making it difficult, but
not impossible.

She hadn't yet fucked a man, or a boy for that matter, but her
pussy was opened up now as well as her plump, tight little bottom
after her long nights with that long, fat red candle she had
taken from her mother's collection in the dining room.

She had been readying herself for her first man, not interested
in young boys her age at all, though she had been dragged behind
her school a few times and 'felt-up', their lusty hands on her
large firm breasts and plump buttocks. But it was men, like her
handsome black teacher who had newly arrived, that made her pussy
wet with lust.

Since she knew herself she had this fascination with men, never
quite knowing why and never able to control her aching needs.

She was always climbing into their laps when they came to visit
her slutty mother, always wanting to be kissed and hugged by
them, wanting kisses on her plump pouting lips when she was told
to go up to bed at night so that her mother could fuck the men as
she and her older sister lay listening in their bedroom.

She remembered going out into the hall at night when her sister
fell asleep, looking in through the partly opened door of her
mother's bedroom at the lurid scene, delighting at the sight of
the huge black man driving that huge, thick cock into the
writhing, squealing woman.

Simone loved standing in the darkness of the hallway, watching
the magnificent man thrusting into the woman, seeing her clinging
to him and begging him to do her some more and promising to be
his personal cock-slut forever as he laughed that deep, scary
laugh.

She remembered seeing the man's enormous black cock being dragged
out of the whimpering woman's belly, shiny with her juices, the
man standing there and waving it over her as she reached for him,
begging him to finish her. Then the huge, powerfully built man
climbing back on top of her, lifting her legs onto his shoulders
and plunging in and out of the trembling, sobbing woman as she
lay sprawled under him.

Simone stood there, herself trembling in the darkness, wishing
that she could touch it, taste the slime dripping off it, unable
to understand the sick need propelling her.

She recalled the long, slow buggering that her mother was
subjected to, night after night. The woman laying on her back
while that man's monstrous cock was being stuffed between her
mother's meaty round buttocks, spreading the woman's anus wide
open around his huge invading erection, feeding it deeper and
deeper into her shuddering body.

Simone had watched as her mother's plump white bottom was reamed
and stuffed, the impossibly big cock looking bigger and bigger
every time she saw it, her mother sobbing and screaming, and yet
still opening herself up to him in all her agony.

Then one night, as he lay upon her back, hugging the woman's body
against his and slowly sodomising her, he turned and looked
straight at the girl standing in the darkness of the open
doorway, his eyes seeming  bright and scary in the dim light of
the moon flooding in through the window.

She saw him smile and then wink at her, his eyes seemed so red,
frightening her.

She turned and ran back to her bed as his laughter rang out, that
old rhyme playing in her head that she and her friends used to
sing in the school playground when she was younger.

	“He creeps into your room at night-time,
	He'll fill you with his gooey slime;
	He'll make you hurt, he'll make you ache,
	He's going to make shiver and shake;

	Who is that out in the gloom,
	What's that shadow in your room;
	You'll wish to hell that you ran,
	Who is it? It's the Bogeyman!”

That night, as she lay fitfully sleeping in her bed, she dreamed
that the man came into her room, still naked after fucking and
buggering her mother, his big cock still wet with the woman's
anal juices, the tip leaking his gooey translucent seed.

She was so frightened that she was unable to move, laying there
terrified as he came to her bed, grasping her head in his huge,
powerful hand and lifting her face up to his crotch. She
remembered trembling as he angled her mouth and then pressed the
huge bulb-like head against her trembling lips, slowly forceing
the huge thing into her unresisting mouth, spreading her jaws
wide until they ached, squeezing the warm, slime-covered thing
into her throat and lodging it there.

Suddenly she choked as it throbbed, swelling in her mouth, her
throat flooding with thick, warm, gooey slime and the girl having
to swallow and swallow hard so as not to drown.

She struggled as best she could, finding the flow not stopping in
a endless spurting stream, filling her stomach up and swelling
her tummy until she thought she would pop.

She woke up, gasping for breath, staring in terror around the
room, finding her room still very dark, but empty.

Her mouth tasted funny, fishy and a mucky feeling around her
tongue and her throat. Her belly felt so full and slimy. She
could swear she still felt stuffed, her belly actually looking
swollen to her terribly sleepy eyes.

But then she didn't really have time to get up to examine
herself, feeling so sleepy and tired, falling back into a deep,
deep sleep.

After that, Simone had many more nightmares about that huge black
man and his enormous cock, always dreaming that he came into her
bedroom after being with her mother and forced her to drink his
gooey 'milk', forcing the huge thing down into her throat and
cumming what seemed like bucket loads of mucky warm goo into her
belly until it swelled up as though she were pregnant.

She would always wake up with that funny, fishy taste in her
mouth and her belly feeling full, then recently she started
finding her arse-hole feeling sore as well, always wondering if
what she had dreamed it all or if it had actually been real and
never quite sure.

But the dreams continued and her love of big, powerful men grew
too, especially for big black men. The growing girl was always
wishing the man would come into her room for real and play with
her bottom like he did with her mother whenever he was in the
house.

Simone started getting very hot around him, always finding an
excuse to climb up onto the smiling man's lap and sneakily kiss
his lips naughtily when her mother and sister weren't looking,
making the big man smile.

Eventually the girl was very disappointed when he suddenly
stopped coming back to the house, disappointed that he was no
longer coming around to fuck her mother any more and very
disappointed that she had missed her chance to have him come to
her room and play with her.

Her mother withdrew from life, just sitting in front of the TV
and watching those dreary programs all day. She was not very
committal when questioned about anything at all and seemed to go
into a long withdrawal from life, apparently suffering from her
loss of her big black lover.

She never did say why he didn't come back and Simone never knew
if they had a row or what the reason was he had just disappeared
and never came back.

But now the girl wanted cock, wanted a man between her slim
thighs and she wanted a big black 'god' to pound her pretty
little pussy until she begged for mercy. The very thought making
her giggle like an idiot.

She wasn't a virgin, not any longer, not for a while now. She had
taken it with the long red candle from the box downstairs that
her mother kept in the dining room for 'special occasions'. That
had been a very special occasion for her. She had loved every
minute of it, the feeling of the tearing inner flesh and the pain
of it's long sliding entry into her very tight young pussy, the
thick wax pole going so very deep into her aching belly.

She had fucked herself long and hard, laying on her back with her
legs apart, up against her chest, both hands gripping the thick
long candle and slowly stuffing it into herself, fucking her
pussy slowly until she felt that slow burn turn into a flood of
emotion, her belly exploding in delicious orgasm.

She had been amazed at how very deep it had gone inside her body,
not sure how it managed to fit.

She used it on herself every day now, enjoying the long, slow
stroking of her flesh. Then she began to rub the rounded tip
against her anus, working her hips as she squeezed it into her
rectum and stuffed it painfully deep, feeling a sweet agony that
made the girl cum so very hard, always falling asleep with the
huge object buried deep in her bum all night long.

She would wake and slowly drag the thing out of her arse,
dragging the thick wax pole out and gasp as it sucked from her
bottom, leaving her quivering with need for the real thing.

It still amazed her that she could take such a huge thing so very
deep up inside her little, pixie-like body. There simply wasn't
enough room in there for it, but yet it fit and felt so glorious.

She was such a small girl that people called her Pixie for her
cute face and her small body, sometime she had a hard time when
dressing a certain way, it made her look like a small child with
large breasts. Though some boys had no trouble pulling her into a
corner somewhere and fondling her breasts and fat little arse.

She always wanted them to do more, but they were always stopped
by that new teacher of hers, that big handsome black man she
often fantasised about at night while she stroked her pussy, the
thick red candle deep in her bum.

She now stood, selecting her clothing and then just going for the
white summer dress with the big red flowers on it. It had a nice
low neck that showed off her marvellous firm breast, her pretty
knees and shapely calves. She put on her red, heeled patent
leather shoes, some light, understated make-up that she had seen
done on those make-over shows, and then picked up her small red,
patent leather bag that matched her shoes.

She smiled at the pretty, cutesy woman smiling back at her in the
mirror and flicked her short 'bobbed' dark hair from her eyes.

“Darling, you look so chic!” she said in a husky, cooing voice,
the burst out laughing.

She turned and observed herself from the back and the smiled as
she left her bedroom for the street and the Saturday walk through
the shopping area just off the main motorway. She was going by
bus as she didn't yet have her drivers licence, though she knew
to drive her mother's little Blue Ford.

She passed her pretty mother sitting in the living room, her face
drawn and tired looking for so very long. The unhappy woman
looked up at her, smiling briefly and then going back to her
program.

Simone went over to her, bending down to kiss her on the cheek,
feeling her respond and then she went back out of the room, going
through the front door into the street and walking off towards
the bus stop that would get her to the shopping area.

–

Simone loved catching the eye of the many males walking around
the area, some of them actually with their girlfriends or wives
at the time. A few single men and even two gorgeous black men
going past and looking back together at her.

For some strange reason, that rhyme from that old game she used
to play with her friends started to ring in her head, she hummed
it as she looked at the two men.

	“He creeps into your room at night-time,
	He'll fill you with his gooey slime;
	He'll make you hurt, he'll make you ache,
	He's going to make shiver and shake;

	Who is that out in the gloom,
	What's that shadow in your room;
	You'll wish to hell that you ran,
	Who is it? It's the Bogeyman!”

She giggled to herself and then gave them both a smile and a sexy
wink, seeing the excited look on one man's face as he bumped his
friend with his elbow. That's when she went after them,
pretending that she wanted the time, deliberately not wearing a
watch for that same purpose.

“Hey there!” she smiled at the two tall men, “Could either of you
tell me the time?”

She saw the slightly balding one grin at her as he stared boldly
down into her cleavage and she smiled coyly up at him as his
friend looked at his watch.

“It's just after one now!” he smiled at her, his big brown eyes
so warm.

“Ahh!” she sighed, “That's why I was feeling so hungry. Doesn't
time fly when you're having fun?”

“Sure does!” smiled the balding one, his handsome face excited.

“You guys wouldn't have eaten already, would you?” she cooed, “I
would love some company!”

Both men turned and looked at each other and then grinned back at
the pretty white girl before them with the cutesy face, those big
gooey blue eyes and those plump, heaving breasts.

“Sure!” the younger looking one smiled, “Where do you want to
go?”

“Well, I was thinking of bringing you back to my place for a nice
meal, but we could go to one of your places too?” she cooed,
smiling up at the surprised and very excited men. “I could cook
you up a mean pasta and then I could give you both some of my
special sauce!”

They grinned, neither knowing what to say. Then the balding one
nodded and bumped his friend again.

“We could go to your place?” he said to the other man, “No point
in having a bachelor pad if you don't use it now and then to
entertain beautiful young ladies!”

His friend nodded and stretched out his hand to her.

“Kenneth.” he smiled and she took it, feeling his strength in the
gentle grip.

“Simone.” she grinned, excitement at the thought of riding this
strangely gentle black man.

“Willie.” said the balding man as she finally released Kenneth's
hand and took his.

“Pleased to meet you both.” she said, “I think we're going to be
really good friends, don't you?”

–

Downstairs the living room was untidy, clothes strewn on both the
floor and the sofa, a white dress with big red flowers draped
over the back of one small seat.

In the dining room the table still had the dishes and the tomato
sauce remains of pasta that had been consumed and eaten all up.

Upstairs, gasps and groans could be heard coming from one of the
bedrooms. The door was partly opened and inside two dark-skinned
forms bound together by the slender white limbs of the small body
between them.

The two man clinging tightly to the small form between them,
their large cock sliding in and out of the moaning girl, her
tight anus and gripping pussy squeezing and sucking at them.

Simone writhed, bucking back and forth against her men, feeding
first one then the next cock repeatedly into her trembling young
body, delighting her with both men's length and thickness.

She opened her mouth against Kenneth's, feeding her long tongue
deep into him and licking until he swallowed her copious spit,
turning her torso to kiss Willie too in the same wet, sloppy
fashion.

Both men gasping and thrusting deeply into the exciting white
girl, wanting to squirt their sperm deep into her belly and her
tightly clinging bum.

Willie was gasping, clutching her slim, smooth hips and shoving
his thick root into her incredible bottom, not understanding how
such a sweet looking girl could be so hot and horny in bed. He
whimpered as she kissed him, feeling her spit draining down into
his belly and making him feel so dizzy and warm. He groaned again
as her long, long tongue seemed to tickle his tonsils as she
moaned into his mouth. He whined and felt his cock throbbing,
jumping and spurting violently into her bowels, deep into her
guts. He felt as if his balls and his body were draining into the
girl, feeding her.

Kenneth too cried out and orgasmed into the squeezing, deep warm
pussy of the tiny woman fucking him savagely with her sexy hips,
her breasts pressing so hard into his chest and his sperm
draining deep into her belly as the girl moaned and turned back
to kiss him with that long, long tongue again.

Both men moaned and gasped as they continued to remain glued to
the small teen, her holes sucking and squeezing their cocks until
they began fucking her holes again.

“That's my boys!” Simone gasped as the light of day faded, “Make
Simone feel good!“

In the darkness her eyes took on a strange, faint glow as she
softly sang that rhyme.

	“He creeps into your room at night-time,
	He'll fill you with his gooey slime;
	He'll make you hurt, he'll make you ache,
	He's going to make shiver and shake;

	Who is that out in the gloom,
	What's that shadow in your room;
	You'll wish to hell that you ran,
	Who is it? It's the Bogeyman!”

–

She was dressed and ready to leave now, standing at the foot of
the bed and smiling at the two exhausted black men sleeping
there, exhausted by the insatiable teen. Both had satisfied her
beyond anything she had ever imagined, their cocks much bigger
than she had hoped. She had expected to get her greedy lustful
hands on one of the handsome black men, but to have both was
wonderful.

She now knew that they were brothers, that balding one was thirty
five and still single, the other was a shy twenty four year old
who had lost his virginity to her in that bed just now.

Somehow she knew that both these men now belonged to her, slaves
to her lusts. She walked around to the younger of the two,
bending and pressing her mouth once again to his, feeding her
long tongue into him and feeling the sleeping man suckling to her
delight.

She had a overwhelming urge to fill his mouth with her saliva,
leaning in and letting her spit dribble down into his throat,
maoning with pleasure when she felt him swallowing.

When she pulled away she watched him still swallowing and smiled,
stroking his smooth, dark skin and moving around to the other
side of the bed, trailing her fingers along the skin of the older
brother.

She bent and kissed him too, feeding him her tongue and her
copious gooey spit as well, feeling so very wonderful and strong
as she pulled her wet lips from his and walked out of the door,
knowing that she would be visiting these two lovely men many
times over the next years.

–

She was home late and her mother didn't even ask where she had
been, just sighing and then going up to bed. Simone watched the
woman's small, meaty arse as she ascended the steps, the smooth
calves of the little woman as her long robe lifted to reveal
them.

She smiled to herself, knowing that her mother needed a good long
fuck and a man with a really big cock to bugger her until she
sobbed on her bed from cumming, like she used to when Simone was
younger.

She chuckled at the thought of having Willie come and visit the
woman in her bed, beating her with that fat belt of hers and then
raping her all night long.

The thought send a strange shiver through her small body, an
excitement she could hardly control, making her gasp.

Her mother turned and looked back at her as she nearly reached
the top of the stairs.

“What's the matter?” she asked, concern in her voice surprisingly
the young girl.

“Erm... Nothing, I just was thinking what a nice bottom you have
and wish I had one like it!” she lied.

Her mother just looked at her, shaking her head and then going
off up the rest of the stairs, off towards her bedroom.

Simone's pussy was wet now and she stood gasping again in the
semi darkness, still looking up after her mother had gone.

In the darkness her eyes had that same eerie glow again,  a
wicked smile across her pretty, pixie-like features as she licked
her lips.

–

Simone woke up feeling good, full of energy and puzzled at the
very erotic, very weird dream she had about her, her mother and
the two men she had fucked the shit out of the previous day.

She stood in front of the big mirror in her bedroom the next
morning, looking at her body and then sticking out her tongue,
remembering her weird dream, surprised at just how long it came
out of her mouth, something she'd never noticed before this
morning.

She curled it down under her chin and felt it touching almost at
her neck, pulling it back into her mouth and making a face.

“Gross!” she said and then started laughing.

She dressed again in a much more mature manner, this time wearing
her tight plain jeans and a simple-shirt. She pulled on her socks
and 'trainers' and went out to the hallway and finding her
mother's bedroom door wide opened.

She went to the door and gasped in shock. Her mother was stark
naked, laying sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. As Simone
stood there, the woman woke up, curling up and staring at her
with very frightened eyes.

“Mummy? What...?” she was asking as she stepped into the room,
bringing a terrified scream from the woman and making her stop
where she was.

“Mummy....?” she called, scared now and looking around behind
her, “Mummy, what's the matter?”

“Stay away from me, you... you.. monster!!” she squealed in
terror.

Simone stared at the woman, thinking her completely mad now and
getting angry.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she stormed, “And why the
hell are you naked and behaving so... weird?”

the woman seemed confused, no longer sure of whatever it was that
she was sure of.

“I... You... I'm confused!” she sobbed now, holding her face in
her hands and crying hard.

Simone went to her and hugged her, something she had not done for
many years, feeling good just holding her mother so close.
Feeling her pull away briefly, but then just hold the girl
tightly, crying against her breasts.

“What is it, Mummy?” she asked, worried. “Tell me what happened?”

Simone sat stunned as her mother recounted the tale of her long
terrifying night and then she too started to cry, scared for both
her mother and for herself, realising that those dreams she had,
the weird things that happened in them, had all really happened
and she had done sick things to her own mother.

She hugged her mother tightly, her t-shirt now soaked from their
combined tears, her stiff, bra-less breasts showing through the
material against her mother's face.

Simone now wished her older sister was there. She knew that
somehow the older girl could help.


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