The goddess reared her hips back until her cock was almost out of the Muse's swollen vagina, then she grabbed the Muse above the hip bones with both hands. With a throaty cry, she rammed her horse-sized phallus as deep as she could go. Then she went deeper until her small tight balls banged hard into the Muse's inner thighs.
The Muse squealed at the deep penetration and the goddess gave a very girlish grunt of relief as the Muse squirmed and panted at the continued ramming. Soon the Muse was quaking in orgasm and the goddess let the cum release from her big swollen dick inside the quivering girl.
The Muse reached back to hold the goddess deep within her, trying to hold the prick with her cunt muscles. She savored the satisfaction of cumming hard and having a huge, slippery cock deep inside her contracting womb. She ground her pussy hard on the dick, moaning.
The goddess held her there for a while, both physically and mentally, and then lifted the Muse off of her with a slick `pop'. The Muse fell limp and exhausted into her arms. The goddess carried her to the sacred spring and bathed the Muse in the soft, magical, gentle water. She took great care with the Muse's swollen and abused pussy.
Lifting her out of the spring, the goddess gently dressed her in a diaphanous sky blue short chiton and laid the Muse into a soft bed of daisy and camelia petals. The Muse sighed with contentment and lolled awake for a bit, stretching and giving the goddess a vixen's smile. Then she sighed and rustled deep into the flowers, falling asleep.
The goddess felt her prick twitch just above her wet pussy and for a moment she was tempted by the Muse. But she had goddess things to do, now that her testosterone levels had been dumped within the Muse. Many of the faithful needed her strength. She could sense them in their need. Perhaps on her return she would swing through the realm of the forest nymphs again to quench the fire in her vagina...
THE MUSE fell into rapid-eye-movement and as she did, a transparent form of herself floated out of her body and upright into the air. It seemed as if a gentle breeze blew through her dress, causing it to shimmer and shine a florescent deep bluish-purple, enhancing the sexy curves and making her nipples peak.
Over the eons, they had worked together; the Muse in her transparent form inspiring the goddess, the goddess then giving the Muse her mission sexually when she was in her body to help inspire the mortal to whom the goddess sent her.
The Muse watched the goddess as the Mother-of-All dressed. She watched the soft, dazzling sheer-white tunic slide over and down the tantalizing arms, then shimmer down the nape over her beautiful neck, cascading down and then slipping over the perfect boobs and nipples, and then down over her creamy ass and over both of the goddess' sexual organs.
She wished that she could taste the love juices of the goddess's sweet pussy, but the goddess primarily fucked her with that huge dick. The Muse smiled and her sleeping self sighed thinking about their recent union. Well did she know that the goddess would need to release her estrogen, so she planted the thought about visiting the realm of the forest nymphs on her return to this plane. She knew that one of the rutting bucks would satisfy her.
As the goddess turned to look at the Muse's sleeping form, the Muse departed lest she get caught. She had a mission and she needed to perform it. She loved the goddess so, and therefore was happy that she could plant a thought that would satisfy her needs. The Muse floated up and entered the magical purple vortex that would take her to the mortal realm where she needed to find the object of her mission.
Being of a transparent nature, the vortex delivered her to the mortal realm in seconds and the Muse shivered as the cool Earth winds blew against her sheer garment, molding it to her lovely form. Her nipples were erect on her beautiful breasts and the silk of her garment seemed to soothe her battered pussy as she drifted on the currents of the wind. She missed Earth sometimes, having been mortal before the goddess took her, and the smells and sounds of people surged over her.
She finally came to rest outside an apartment building located within a small city. She closed her eyes and `felt' the pull of a longing soul and almost instantaneously she was within a small but clean apartment.
She floated next to a balding, plump middle-aged man seated in front of a screen on a small desk. He was dressed in black lingerie, a corset laced tightly over his middle and the bra was stuffed with silicon breast enhancers. He had black silk panties over which was a garter belt holding up thigh high seamed silk stockings. On his feet was a pair of size number 12, black, 4-inch pumps. He was watching the screen intently and gently rubbing his bulging crotch.
The Muse carefully peeked over his shoulder to see what he was viewing on the screen. It looked like what the mortals called cartoons at first. Then she noticed that the figures were moving as the little man typed in commands. Intrigued, she took a closer look. A blondish she-male was on her back, lying on a man on a couch and a huge black cock was thrusting hard into her ass as her boobs shook with every thrust the stud made into her. The poor cross-dresser began to rub his crotch harder as the action ensued on the screen and the Muse could now see the head of his dick peeking out of the top of his panties.
The Muse suppressed a giggle, then did an instantaneous search of the room, noting the pentacle and the candles that were in their proper place at the Wiccan altar. The Muse spread her arms, leaned back her head and closed her eyes. Then she opened them and watched.
The man left the chair suddenly, his hard cock sliding out of the slippery silk of the panties and he somehow pushed it back into place as he stood. He adjusted his bra and tits and then sauntered over to the altar, savoring the way the silicone bounced on his chest as he practiced his `slut-walk' in high heels. He daintily reached into a sea shell, pulled out a lighter and lit the candles.
He checked the seams of his stockings and then tried to glide back to the chair, but he was wobbly on the high heels. The Muse felt pity on him and sent him a calming thought and almost immediately he recovered his poise and slide back into his chair.
He reached into his bra and the Muse watched as he teased his nipples with one hand while rubbing his cock with the other, his eyes glued to the screen.
`This is going to be an easy one,' thought the Muse and she once again leaned her hair back, closed her eyes and this time spread her legs. She opened her soul and called for the Magick.
The air crackled with electricity and small lighting-bolts bounced allover the room in various shades of purple and blues. The Muse had forgotten the sensation and the instant of shock that she received from such a burst of raw Magic momentarily stunned her. She had not been expecting such a great force and before she could react there was a large boom and she was sucked into the small screen by a small but powerful vortex.
Her transparent self felt all tingly as her atoms and molecules were re-arranged as she traveled within the optic fiber to her destination. The Muse landed and she screamed as the big black dick impaled her ass, jamming it's girth deep into her rectum. His hands had her boobs for hand-holds and her balls slapped against her inner thighs as the stud fucked her. She looked up and she thought she could see the face and bra of the cross dresser staring down at her.
She could feel the dick swelling inside her and the surge of his cum as he released deep within her bowels. The man grabbed her dick and with an expert twist had her cumming as he finished his release.
Dazed and now sore from another rough bout of sex, the Muse slid off the cock and tried to catch her bearings.
CHAPTER 2
THE MUSE rolled off of the couch and lay spread-eagle on the floor, looking up at the big black cock that had just been inside of her. As the euphoria of her orgasm passed, she felt the gentle tugging of her new penis and balls jammed in her crotch where her hot slit used to be.
"Well, it should be interesting walking." she muttered to herself more than anyone else.
"What did you say?" A big balloon above the muscular man's head held the question for the Muse to read. She could hear and feel a low hum in the background but the hunky man made no sound. She was in a tent-like room and through the sheer curtains that were held open by tasseled ropes; she thought she could see the night sky.
"You there?" queried the black giant still reclined on the couch, his arms up like he was still holding onto her.
The Muse stood up and looked down on him.
"Yes, I am here, wherever that is," she said.
"He he, you mean I boinked you so hard you forgot where you are?" The big black man seemed pleased with himself.
"Uhhh yes, that's it," she said walking over to a chair next to the couch.
"Hey, great moves! Where did you get that action?"
"What action?"
"That walking action. It's soo life-like," he said.
The Muse shrugged and suddenly the man was sitting next to her with his arms around her shoulders, his hand dangling over a boob. Her testicles and dick seemed to be crushed as she shifted her legs in the chair and she adjusted them.
"Hey! That's a great move too! You have to tell me where you got them," the man implored.
The Muse was at a loss for words, not understanding the gist of the conversation. She was pondering her next statement when suddenly she was standing up and the man was kissing and fondling her.
"Hey baby, I gotta go," he said. "The wife is on her way home. Thanks for the fun." With a little poof, he disappeared and the Muse was left alone in the room.
The room went completely black and the Muse felt that funny electrical tingling again and then she found herself in the middle of a sacred henge. Behind the altar between two tall stones was a giant portrait of the female form of the goddess. The Muse giggled as she realized that this time SHE had the balls and cock and suddenly wondered what it would be like to fuck the goddess.
Before she could follow that thought train any further, a transparent woman wearing a bun hairdo appeared beside her with a little sign above her head that said `loading'. The Muse waited and watched. With a poof, the woman changed into a beautiful girl with long red hair and dressed as a high priestess of the craft.
"Who are you and how have you hijacked my avi?" said the woman. The strange bubble appeared above her head and the Muse read her words.
"What? Where am I?" said the Muse.
"And where is your bubble and how cum I can hear u?" asked the girl. The Muse could feel the anger from the other entity, but the bubbles were starting to get to her so she applied a little magick and the bubble disappeared.
"Now," said the Muse with a smile, "Where am I and how did I get here?"
"You have my avi," began the priestess but she stopped as she realized she was speaking and that the bubble had dispersed.
"Hey! How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"I can hear myself," said the priestess. "Great voice. It's sooo sexy. Where did you get that action? I want the link."
"Huh? What action? What is a link? I just wanted to hear your voice so I changed the bubble-thingy," said the Muse.
"Okay so who the hell are you and how have you hacked into my avatar? I can't seem to find you on my computer and all my systems read normally," said the priestess, her anger returning. "Hmmm, I really like this voice though."
The Muse could see the priestess' nipples through her outfit and she felt an unfamiliar feeling in her balls. She licked her lips before she replied.
"I know nothing of avatars or computers," she said. "I am a Muse of the Goddess and I was sent to inspire a mortal...one they call Bobby." She shrugged her shoulders. "I was there, looking over his shoulder when suddenly I appeared here, with a big black cock in my ass and this package between my legs." The Muse reached down and grabbed her cock that had slowly begun to thicken as she gazed at the beauty of the priestess.
Her skin was white and her body was almost perfectly formed, the sheer garment that she was wearing revealed not only her tits but the soft lips of her shaved pussy.
Strange, the Muse thought. It is really getting hard to concentrate. Now that the big cock was out her ass, she could feel the prick between her legs start to stiffen as she looked at the priestess. It felt good in an unfamiliar way.
"The goddess? THE Goddess?" asked the priestess putting her hands on her hips. She looked fetching and the Muse felt her dick become harder.
"Yes," said the Muse. "I am to find the one called Bobby and inspire him to do the will of the goddess. Do you know where I can find him?" She walked over to the priestess and began to stroke her soft, red hair.
"Hey...Ummmm I can feel that!" said the priestess.
Encouraged, the Muse tilted the girl's face and then leaned down and kissed her lips gently. Her hard-on was in full bloom now and she could feel the sensation of blood pumping through the organ and the sensitive tip as it brushed against the soft garment of the priestess, feeling even the softer skin that lay beneath it. The Muse slid her tongue into the soft lips of the priestess and then forced it into her quivering mouth.
The blood was pounding in her loins and in her head. The Muse slipped a hand into the bosom of the priestess' outfit and softly caressed one of the big lovely boobs. She traced a finger along the areola and then gently around the nipple that began to firm and stand up. The Muse moved her finger gently back and forth across the nipple, knowing full well the wonderful sensations it was bringing to the priestess.
The priestess sighed and the Muse drew her into her arms and kissed her passionately, leaving the mouth and moving down her neck. She moved down the open bodice of the garment and then began kissing the priestess' boobs, dragging her tongue slowly across the nipple.
"MMmmmm," sighed the priestess. "What were we talking about?" She was responding to the Muse's attentions and the Muse could feel her slot become moist as she rubbed her dick against it through the fabric. "Oh goddess, that feels wonderful," she said.
The Muse took the nipple in her mouth and began sucking and biting on it lightly. With the other hand she began caressing the firm butt of the priestess.
The dick seemed to be urging her on and the Muse looked for a horizontal plane to lay the priestess upon. She spied the alter in front of the picture of the female form of the goddess and moved the priestess backwards towards it, all the while sucking and biting the firm titties.
As the altar bumped into the back of the thighs of the priestess, the Muse stopped her sucking and lifted her upon it. She grabbed the thin costume of the girl and ripped it open, staring down at the shaved cunt of the goddess that was dripping wet. Her prick stood out in front of her and she grabbed it and guided the tip into the waiting hole of the priestess.
Her rod pulsed and the Muse felt her balls ache. She reached behind the redhead and grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed the dick into the dripping twat.
"Ahhhhhh," gasped the girl, and the Muse felt the warm cunt envelope her prick as she pushed it into her. The redhead wrapped her legs around her and the Muse began to plunge the dick like a piston, churning and grinding.
The priestess responded, humping and arching her back to try to get the Muse to penetrate as deep as she could. Soon she was quaking and quivering in an orgasm and the Muse experienced the male satisfaction that her partner had been fulfilled. It excited her further and her prick seemed to get harder as she drove it relentlessly into the girl, pumping and fucking.
The tingle of her own orgasm started down her legs and then traveled up her spine and with a grunt of relief, she came, her cum squirting deep into the womb of the priestess, squishing out of the ravaged slit and down the legs and ass of the girl.
The Muse felt the strange tingling again and suddenly she found herself back in the little room on the floor, the bald-headed man gasping and groaning on top of her, his cum all over her pussy, ass and legs.
He rolled off of her and as she stood up she felt herself becoming transparent once again.
"No! Don't go!" cried the little man in the torn lingerie. "It was wonderful. I loved being a woman. Please, please help me. I am Bobby."
The Muse smiled and then used her magick to inspire the poor man. He looked over on the screen and saw a map. A magickal vortex was located on it and the man grasped that he had to travel to it to find both spiritual and sensuous fulfillment.
The goddess was calling her back; she could hear the sexual urgency in the voice in her head. She leaned down and kissed the little man on his bald head, although by now, he could neither see nor feel her. She left a thought in his mind of an enchanted forest and large, rutting bucks then she opened her arms and returned to the realm of the Goddess.