Bogeyman 3 (MF, MfM, fF, mF, 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) 3 Amanda Pullman had grown up around a huge black stepfather who used her mother every day for hours and hours of sex, squirting his seed into her fertile belly and breeding three very handsome, dark-skinned sons and a very beautiful and strangely white and blonde daughter into the weak, docile woman. The man seemed very angry that her mother had produced the girl, punishing her with hours and hours of sodomy, making the woman suffer and beg as he forced himself deep into her. Amanda lay in her bed listening to her mother's long, low moans as the big man fed his huge cock up into her bum after he was satisfied with his sons though, telling her that he would rest her and then breed some more of his offspring into her little body, he told her that he would be very displeased if she produced another daughter and would punish her severely. But the girl could only think of the huge man and how wonderful he treated her. The young girl was so in love with her big, handsome stepfather, calling him 'Daddy' and sitting down in his lap to hug and kiss him, delighted when she felt his hardened cock under he plump teenage buttocks. She wanted him to 'touch' her, to play with her developing breasts and to squeeze his finger up into her leaking pussy. She wished he would come to her room and 'rape' her. She would give herself willingly to him, opening her small, sexy teenage body to the man to use as he pleased, just as he used her mother. But he never did, never touched her like 'that', instead he treated her like his very own child, sometimes spanking her with his big hand even though she was well into her teens, pulling down her panties and slapping her bare meaty little buttocks until she squealed for forgiveness. But she still tried to get him to 'do' her, wearing skimpy outfits in the house and constantly coming to her parents' bed to 'wake him up', accidentally touching his morning hard-on every time she slipped into the bed with them. He just laughed and cuddled her, stroking her back until she wanted to cum in her already gooey panties. But every night she still had those dreams of the huge black man coming to her room and forcing his big monster cock up into her small, waif-like body, deep into her aching bowels. Her body quivering in pain as she was sodomised for ages and flooded with thick, porridgy sperm. Then forced to take his throbbing mast of warm slippery flesh down her throat, the man again filling her with his thick seed and leaving her laying there with her bulging stomach, drifting into a deeper sleep. She always woke up with a sore anus and aching guts, stroking her pussy at the vivid, very sexy dreams, wishing it were all real and that her 'Daddy' came and made her his personal cum receptacle. Meanwhile, her brothers all grew tall and strong, just like their father, all very handsome boys who seemed to have no shortage of giggling, excited white girlfriends clinging to them and squealing in their bedrooms. Her very beautiful little pixie-like sister, who she had first thought was the child of a secret lover of her mother's, became a stunning young teen who everyone could now see was definitely the child of her very dark-skinned stepfather. She looked like so much like him now, even though she didn't carry any of his characteristic black features. She looked like him and her mother, just like her brothers. Celia was a stunning girl and soon had boys swooning and wanting to date her, but she just seemed to hang around Amanda all the time, always clinging to the older girl, smiling and generally being a pain. She was just a little too willing to join in with anything the older girl wanted to do. She knew that she wanted the girl to go off and leave her alone, to do her own thing, but when the young teen fixed those large, blue eyes on her she felt her insides flutter with love and could not. It as so strange. Her 'little' sister was always singing a strange rhyme when her father was around, irritating him and sometimes making him leave the room. She would stare at him and sing... “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!” Then the girl laughed and laughed, bringing a chill to Amanda and angering her father even more. The older girl wondering where she had heard this horrible rhyme. “All the kids know that!” the girl said, “Emily Weeks says she's seen it, seen the bogeyman in her big sister's room and that he did horrible things to her while she watched through her door.” Amanda didn't like this tale, it unsettled her and made her nervous. “That's nonsense!” she told the girl, “There's no such thing as Bogeymen, just how theirs no such thing as Fairies and Goblins and Leprechauns. They are all fairy tales and nothing else. Your little friend probably was watching her sister getting raped and she should have told someone.” Celia shook her head adamantly, her mouth set in a determined line, folding her arms and stared into Amanda's face. “Of course they exist!” the teenager said, “They just have human form now, that's all!” Amanda shook her head. “I can't believe you believe in that crap!” she laughed, “You're a bit old for that shit.” Celia just made a rude sound and kept singing her little rhyme. – Amanda heard a commotion and left her bedroom to find her naked brother Mikey, standing in the hallway holding the grinning blonde sister by the shoulders and shouting furiously at her. His cock was huge and hard, still wet with his latest girlfriend's juices, just inches from Celia's chest, the girl grinning as she stared at the huge cock. “Are you crazy?” he screamed, “And just how the hell did you get into my room. I locked the door!” Amanda went over, unable to take her eyes off her younger brother's enormous cock, the thing nearly as big as her stepfather's. The young man definitely taking after his father. She pulled the grinning teen away from her brother and he looked at her, shrugging in frustration, but looking at her funny. She had started noticing that recently with all three of them. “That's the fourth time I've found her in my room. What the hell is wring with her?” he asked, then walked back into his bedroom to the naked red-head holding a sheet up to cover herself, closing the door behind him and locking it again. Celia looked up at her and grinned. “He's got such a lovely cock, doesn't he?” she smiled, “I bet you'd love to touch it, to play with it like I do?” Amanda stared at her, shocked that she would even say such a thing. “What are you talking about? He's our brother, I can't go doing thing's like that!” she told the smiling blonde. Celia laughed and shook her head. “At least you didn't deny you wanted it. That's a start at least!” she grinned and walked off, leaving her older sister opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to say something but unable to come up with anything. After that, Amanda now found that she noticed her younger brothers all the time now, their well-built bodies, the long thick bulges down their thighs that were obviously still soft but enormous. Apart from that, Celia was often in her oldest brother's lap, cuddling against him and speaking in hushed tones. He had started acting a bit odd recently, slavishly following the smaller girl's orders and instructions like a slave. His brothers didn't seem to notice, but their father frowned at the small teen now, obviously annoyed at the new development, calling his eldest son aside and talking to him at length when the girl was not around. It was about a week after Mikey had accidentally touched her breasts, grinning like an idiot and saying how soft and nice they felt. She had gone to bed and was having some very strange dream about him and that huge cock of his, when she woke up with something slimy in her mouth, like she used to and her bum feeling very sore and hurting. She got out of bed and went to her door, intending on going to the toilet, seeing the shadowy figure of her father moving away from the open door of Celia's bedroom. He looked tired and was slumped over, not noticing her at all as he staggered to his room and went in, closing the door. Amanda went out into the hall, going to her 'little' sister's room and gasping as she found the girl sprawled naked on her bed in the moonlight, she was on her stomach, her legs wide apart and her anus was gaping hugely, her insides plainly visible even from where she stood. Slime was leaking slowly out of her bum, coating her equally raw, reddened pussy. Amanda could hear her gasping breaths and whimpered sobs as she got nearer the bed. She never reached the bed, however. Someone caught her from behind and dragged her back out of the room, covering her mouth and pulling her into the dark hallway again. She felt hot breath against her neck and a hand gently fondling her breast. “Shhhhhh!” hushed a male voice, “Leave her to sleeeeeep!” Then she was dragged into Mikey's bedroom and the door closed, the hands roaming her body as she struggled against them, realising that it must be her youngest brother attacking her. “Mmfeeee!” she screamed out his name into his hand, trying to tell him to stop. But then she suddenly felt that enormous cock at her back, the wet tip almost up against her shoulder blades. It throbbed and jumped against her back and she felt her head spinning at its touch, the warm tube of flesh against her smooth skin. That was when she realised that she too was naked, not remembering how and when she had removed her clothes. Her brother now removed his hand from her mouth, as if there was no longer any need, grasping her other breast and squeezing both in his hands, massaging the firm flesh in his large strong hands. She moaned, unable to think, unable to gather her thoughts as her 'little' brother fondled and stroked her breasts, then her belly and then cupping her plump, pussy in his strong hand. “Ahhhhhh!” he sighed, delighted, “I have waited a long, long time to touch you. He wouldn't let me until it was time. It's now time and you will learn to please me each night, please me and my brothers!” She sobbed, still not able to resist, as if something in her mind was locked and she was held captive by some strange force. She was led to the huge bed, and turned around, facing her brother for the first time. She stared up into his handsome face, his brown eyes looking so bright, so red in the dark. There was a faint glow around him, like a halo. He smiled with his even white teeth, holding her head between his large, strong hands and kissing her unresisting mouth. She felt his wet tongue slide between her lips, going in and in and in, squirming into her throat and down into her body. She shuddered, feeling the thing going deeper into her body, writhing in there as what seemed like gallons of gooey spit filled her mouth and her belly. Then he pulled away from her, his tongue still wriggling in her throat as it slowly slid out of her and back into his mouth, leaving her shuddering. He pushed her back onto his bed and opened her legs, pressing his mouth to her breasts and sucking his way down her trembling body to her leaking pussy. She felt his mouth and that horrible tongue, licking at her, sucking her puffy, swollen flesh and then slurping loudly as it sought her vagina, squirming deep into her belly again, but from a different direction. She gasped, moaned and squirmed as her brother, 'tongued' her, finally pulling out of her and leaving her very wet. Then he raised up over her, smiling down into her face with those scary, evil eyes and chuckled. “Time for you to feel me inside you again, my dearest big sister!” he grinned and pressed that huge cock up against her sopping wet pussy. She gasped as the large, plumb-like head was rubbed between the folds of her nether-lips, then lodged in her entrance, squeezing in and spreading her open around the invading cock. She cried out and heard his echoing laughter as the huge. Thick erection of her young, black brother forged it's way slowly into her, forcing her open around it and sliding into her belly until it was fully buried, shocking the girl. She didn't know how it fit, how he got that monster up inside her pussy. She felt him throbbing in her tight grip, the teenager gasping in delight as his hips pressed against hers. “Perfect fit!” he gasped, smiling. “We were made for each other!” Amanda moaned as he kept flexing his cock inside her, the younger teen happy at being lodged deep inside his older sisters delicious pussy. “Gahhh! M..Mikey... not supposed t..to do thisss! Unngh!” she gasped, unable to get a coherent sentence together. “Oh, but I am, dear sister, I am.” he said and then started to stroke his huge cock out and then back into her again, bringing a shuddering orgasm to her and making her scream out into the strangely echoing room. He slowly fucked her, making her cum and cum and cum, sliding that enormous erection in her guts and making her gasp, scream and shudder as her orgasms went on non-stop for hours, until she lost consciousness. She opened her eyes and found herself in her own bed, dressed in her nightie and under the sheets. Her room was bright and even though her stomach felt full and gooey as normal, she could find no damage or anything else to show that she had been raped by her brother or anyone else. She began to realise that it was another dream, another one of her sick perversions that had filtered into her subconscious. It was probably due to her brother's little accident with her, when he had touched her breasts. She got up, showered and went down to breakfast wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt. She was bare foot and walked into the dining room to find her family all sitting at the table, already eating. She flashed a quick look at Celia, surprised to find her quiet and a little bit docile. Tommy, on the other hand was back to normal, smiling, joking about and eyeing her breasts again. Her stepfather smiled at her, making her pussy wet and she wanted to go over and sit in his lap. She liked her sexy, naughty dream, but preferred the ones about her stepfather feeding her his seed to the one with her brother. Mikey was smiling at her, also eyeing her breasts and then licking his lips. She gave him a stern stare, which only brought a laugh to his lips. Her mother was sitting quietly, her second son next to her. Amanda swore she saw the boy's hand move under the table towards the woman, a blush reddening her face as she turned and looked sharply at him but kept quiet. It was all so weird now, everyone was behaving strangely and only her stepfather seemed his old self. Well, him and her both. – The sick, weird dreams about her brother continued for another few years and each time she would wake to be dragged from her room to watch as her stepfather buggered her 'little' sister savagely on the bed until she was unconscious. Then the huge man would wake her up, forcing his very thick, exceedingly long cock into her mouth and feed it all into her throat, gasping as his balls throbbed and bulged, the small teens belly getting bigger and bigger as the man squirted more and more of his thick seed into her. Then he would let her head go and watch as she slid slowly off his huge cock, her mouth sucking off the tip as she flopped weakly back into the bed, exhausted, staring up at him with frightened eyes. “There's a good little Fairy, now go to sleep and soak for Daddy!” he grinned. He would then turn and smile at Amanda in the arms of her youngest brother, coming forward to fondle her breasts. “It's not time for us yet, my lovely Sprite. Your brothers all need to feed you before we can play and you give that sweet little tail to me!” Then he would kiss her and her brother would drag her off to his room for his long cock. Then it was Eric, then Tommy. Each of them using a different hole to squirt his thick, gummy seed. Eric used her mouth in the dreams, Tommy her bum, each one hurting her and violating her until she stopped fighting them and lay still, taking her dose of seed like her little sister. Amanda was scared, that rhyme her sister always kept singing was now playing in her head. “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 went to Emily Weeks' home and asked to speak to the girl, finding out that she had moved away. The girl's stepfather answered the door, a tall handsome black man with a beautiful smile. The girl's mother did have her phone number though and Amanda was able to call her, arranging a meeting. “What did you want to speak to me about so urgent?” the girl asked, curious as to why her old school friend's older sister would seek her out. “You told Celia a story and I just wanted to ask you a particular question, OK?” she asked, trying not to get the girl stressed out. “W...what story is that?” she asked, blanching before her. Amanda could see that the girl was very scared. “Did the Bogeyman have a red glow around him? You know, and red eyes?” she asked, seeing terror on the girl's face as she stood up and backed away from Amanda. “H...how did you know...” she stopped and stared at her, “Oh my God! You've seen it too!” Now Amanda was scared, very scared indeed. She stood too and came around the table, grabbing the girl by the arms. “What's happening?” she sobbed, “What's happening to me?” The girl pulled herself away and walked off. “If I were you, I'd run. Run now and don't ever look back!” she said before she walked off in a hurry, as though being around Amanda was dangerous to her. Amanda walked off, suddenly sure that she saw the girl's stepfather standing nearby, watching them. It was a weird 'almost' memory that she wasn't sure was right, but she couldn't help feeling that she had seen him. – Celia came home from her university and sat quietly, looking at Amanda for a long time. She wouldn't say what was bugging her, but when Amanda went up to her room later, she found a not from the girl. “Because of you, Emily is back in his clutches again. You should never have gone looking for her.” Amanda was now sure this had something to do with the girl's stepfather. What had he done to her? She was tempted to go and see, but afraid to do more harm. She went 'for a walk' and took a trip around to the girl's house, standing just at the corner and watching. She was there for only a short while when the man exited the house with the girl walking meekly behind him. She had a forlorn, defeated look and her belly was hugely swollen. She was pregnant and the man kept smiling and rubbing her belly, a very proud look on his face. Suddenly Amanda remembered something she had forgotten long ago, it was as though she was watching a replay of when her mother had become pregnant. She could see the two of them doing the same thing, her mother's face looking the same way. She went home feeling horrible, horrible and very scared. What if the man was this 'Bogeyman' she had heard of? What if her stepfather was also one, and her half-brothers as well? She stood in the park for hours, crying and terrified to go home, knowing that soon she too would be as big and swollen 'with child' as the unfortunate girl. She now realised that none of those 'dreams' had ever been just that. There was too much similarity to what had happened in those stories her little sister had told her. But not only that, there was the fact that none of her brothers had turned out to be 'mixed race'. They had a white mother and yet none of them took on any of her genetic colouring. Then there was Celia. Her stepfather had been very angry when her mother clearly could not control what child she bore. Or could she? What had the dream version of her stepfather called her and her sister? Sprite? Fairy? Weren't they both one and the same creature, a mythical creature that she had told her little sister 'didn't exist'? She went to the library, asking the attendant for books on mythical creatures and finding the usual fare. But when she was about to leave she saw an old, wore book on a shelf that had not seen daylight or a human hand for years. She pulled it down and dusted it off, reading the title. “The world of Myths and their roots, by Aloise Bernhart” Amanda sat down and started reading through the book, flicking quickly through the pages, trying to find something recognisable. She found what she was looking for and sat stunned as she read a very different account of hat Fairies and Bogeymen actually were. She sat there reading the whole chapter, twice. Then she got up, putting the book back into it's place and walked slowly home, scared, disgusted and terrified of what it all meant if it were true. “Where were you?” asked her stepfather, “I've been worried. I thought you ran off somewhere!” She could see the worried smile on his face and Celia was clinging to him, as if afraid to let go. “I was just down at the park, just taking a walk and thinking about my life, what do I want. You know?” she said, not looking at him directly. “Oh, one of those 'who am I' moments?” he smiled, relief on his face. “Yeah!” she smiled, looking into her mother's eyes and wondering if she knew. That night, when she had gone to bed, she tried to remain awake. But she struggled and drifted off to sleep. The hazy feeling accompanied her as she opened her eyes and saw her stepfather standing over her, smiling. “I think it's time for you to soak on my juices, my sweet Sprite!” he grinned as he stroked her naked body, her nightie in his other hand as if he had just torn it from her body. “D...Daddy...” she managed to gasp, “I..I'm not like them...” He stopped, looking down at her, the glow on his eyes fading slightly and his halo also dimming. “What?” he asked, as if not understanding what was happening. “I'm not like them, like Mum or Celia. I don't want to harm anyone!” she pleaded. He stood straighter and the glow faded, his eyes becoming dim in the darkness of the room as he staggered back from her, dropping her nightie to the floor. Amanda was alert now, wide awake and could see that none of what had happened was ever a dream. She was still naked, her mouth still sticky from her stepfather's sperm and her bottom actually hurt her all the way into her guts. She groaned and rubbed her stomach, raising her head to look at the man who was going to rape her and probably breed her for years and years. “You broke my spell!” he gasped, unsteady on his feet, “How did you do that? No one has ever broken my spells, Sprite. What power do you hold that is different to the others?” “No power, Daddy. I just learned what you are, and what I am. I hate what I am and I don't want to be this... thing that harms people!” she told him honestly. He steadied himself and came to her bed, standing there, not even looking scary any more as he stood there looking at her. Then he left her bedroom and the girl now that she had to leave as soon as possible. – It had been nearly fifteen years and Amanda struggled to live with the dark need to bed men. She knew that it was something to do with her very torrid past and her 'family'. She had thought that she was freed of all that, ready for her new life as a normal 'human' woman. But that had never happened and she found herself the target of men, every man around her seemed to be attracted to her and eager to bed her. She found herself in bed with one man or the other, not knowing how she got there or why. She became pregnant with her first child, Vanessa and got a reprieve from all that cock and was able to bring up her daughter with her own values. The girl was soft, simple and quiet, just like her mother and seemed to be like her in so many ways. Then Amanda met a new man at her new job, the man was the local slime-ball and got her drunk and into his bed for the weekend, using her body a a sperm receptacle and pushing her out of his door in the night, with no way of getting home. It made an anger burn within her for many months, the man kept having accidents and eventually getting killed in an accident with the lifts in her building. By then she realised that she was pregnant with his child and felt a deep sorrow at his loss, even though he was slime, feeling like somehow she was responsible for his death. When her daughter was born she was shocked to see that the girl looked a lot like her little sister, who she had not seen for many years. The child smiled up at her and she saw those same bright grey eyes in that little pixie face, feeling fear that maybe the girl was one of 'them'. She named her Simone and kept her in her bedroom, but the girl was too much like her sister, too excitable, too wild and eager to explore. She could see that the girl was going to be too much like her aunt. Amanda shuddered and tried her best though, noticing that Vanessa seemed to keep her distance from the younger girl, as if detecting something wrong with her. No matter what she did, she could not get the girl to stay with her younger sister. Not that little Simone was bothered, she did her own thing anyway. By the time the girl was twelve, the men suddenly started coming after Amanda again, she seemed unable to resist them, unable to refuse their approaches, ending up under them again and again. That was until she answered her door one morning when the girls were in school and stared in horror at her stepfather, the man smiling at her as he pushed her backwards into the house, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing them. “Ahhhh! Still nice to touch, My favourite little Sprite!” he smiled as he pinned her to the wall and felt into her clothes. She whimpered at his touch, her body trembling as his hands slipped into her clothes and stroked her smooth, still firm flesh. “I missed you, my dear.” he cooed into her ear, “I missed your tight holes. I missed your fresh young body. And now I have you again and Daddy is going to breed you until you expire!” Amanda sobbed, frightened and confused. How did he find her? Soon she was lying under him, his thick, very long cock stroking deep into her guts as he slowly fucked her slowly in her bed. She gasped and clutched him, feeling the old needs returning, the old desires for his huge Fairy-taming cock. The girls came home and found her in bed, naked and leaking her stepfather's sperm, her bum also well fucked and flooded with his warm creams. Vanessa was horrified, storming off to her room and not coming back out all evening. She was upset that her mother had gone too far, refusing to speak with her for the next few days. But that night he was back. The red glow of his shape signalling his arrival, the frightened woman unable to resist as he forced his huge cock into her bottom, spreading her anus around it as it tunnelled into her bowels, going impossibly deep in her shuddering body. His laughter throbbed around the room, the air thick and stifling. Amanda moaned in agony as the huge, throbbing pipe of male flesh slid and stroked into her body, the ache in her arse making her pussy leak until she cried out in orgasm. It went on night after night, her stepfather once again breaking her and brining her back the way he had begun to years ago. Soon Vanessa moved out, her disgust with her mother's behaviour caused the girl to leave and not return to the house. But young Simone seemed to be very happy, even though she was a bit put out by her sister's leaving. Many nights, while she suffered on her stepfather's huge cock, she had glimpsed the girl standing in the darkness, somehow able to make her out in the blackness of the hall. It was much later when she lay gasping under the big man when she saw her daughter's eyes, glowing red in the dark. Amanda letting out a horrified gasp as she remembered what she had read, realising what her daughter was becoming. After that night she lay in her bed, hurting, unable to move as she listened to the creature she called 'Daddy' going into the girls room, his gasping and grunting as he filled the girl with his semen, before returning to tell her what the girl had to endure. She was surprised that he didn't know what she was becoming, unable to tell him as he left her too weak to resist him, too weak to talk. It wasn't until he had to stay away for a few days and returned for her body that she was able to tell him was was happening. “You're lying!” he laughed, getting very serious as he saw the frightened look on her face. That was when he left, never to return. She had to live with the knowledge that she was the cause of what was now happening to her little girl. She began to withdraw into herself, waiting for that fateful day when her youngest daughter would change, when she would become the dreaded black Annis. A female Bogeyman that hunted and killed both Sprite and Hunter. Cont...Bogeyman 3