More Frank Conversation Before their Guests Arrive

After Steve’s confession that Mythfolk can breed with humans Jan and he had a long conversation while showering. They discussed where they were, what they had thought and slowly came to the understanding that both they, and Kay, made the mistake of thinking that they were talking about and knew the same things. And although this was incorrect they still found the whole idea incredibly arousing.

Their final decision was to hold off on making any decisions, that they were enjoying their newfound lifestyle and loved the kinkiness involved in the lifestyle and really didn’t want that to change. Did they actually want a child bred of a centaur or an orc, maybe not, but they certainly did want to continue with these experiences. Steve then decided to lie down for a couple of hours until their guests arrived.

Jan in the meantime slipped on a satin camisole and went downstairs to read a book and try and calm down. It was only a few minutes before Jan’s thoughts started to drift, she grabbed her laptop and started to look up pictures.

Her hand drifted down to under her cami while she pulled up photos of various mythfolk, her fingers ran lightly between her lips as she flicked through pictures of orcs, centaurs, satyr. She finally stopped flicking through pictures when she found a photo set in a magazine of an ogre. His body was powerful, tall, he was posed nude by himself in the first few and then with women in the later sets.

He was not what you would call attractive, a roll of a belly and a pinched face with thick lower lip and broad nose but something about him struck Jan. He had tattoos running down one side of his body, and some piercings, two large ones seemed to be in his shoulders, wrapped around the clavicle bone of his shoulder.

Her fingers were playing with her clit as she looked over a picture of him leaning back against a plain backdrop. She looked over his entire body savouring every inch. As she changed pictures she sank one finger deeper between her folds, moaning at the image and her touch as she took in the new picture. He was kneeling beside a couch, tall enough that his hips were still at the top of red leather.

She stayed there a little while, trying to picture how large his flaccid cock must be if the length of his thigh was the height of the couch. In the next picture she saw a woman thrown over his shoulder and the picture was taken from his back, the woman was laughing while playfully beating his back.

Jan didn’t stay on that picture long, the next one was worth the change. She saw the same woman hanging from the hoops around his collar bones, still laughing facing the camera. She looked down at his cock and thought it was harder, thicker. She started to imagine being tied to those hoops, his cock hard and reaching up, for her tight cunt.

She sank two fingers into her cunt and rubbed her thumb across her clit, she thought about having to hold herself up or sink further down on his cock. She slowly pushed a third finger into her cunt and then changed to the next image. The ogre was lying on his back, the woman was nowhere to be seen, a sheet had been throw over him, his head and one arm was visible. There was an intense light behind the sheet which was tenting some distance and a shadow of his hard cock was visible. The details could not be seen, but the suggestion was everything.

This was the last picture, and slowly she sank her fourth finger into her cunt, she moaned to herself “God fuck me with your big cock.” She grunted while trying to angle her thumb to stretch herself further. “Please,” She begged as she fisted herself imagining his thick cock pushing against her cervix. It didn’t take long for her to cum as she imagined a foot of his thick cock pounding her cunt, abusing her cunt. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.