The Power of the Pan
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Then I hurled through the trees to the creek bed where I intruded on the Pan in the F*ck.
That stopped me in my tracks.
The girl was splayed on her back on top of a boulder. Her legs bent at the knees and dropped aside to form the portal of the Divine Harlot, where the Pan gripped her hips with his meaty hands and f*cked her mercilessly.
I could see the outline of taut muscles through his furry thighs as the Pan rolled his pelvis. Her full breasts bounced in rhythm to the beat of the beast thrusting in and out of her. Her lips were black cherry red and her cheeks flushed roses, her pale straw-colored hair streaming around her head.
I had never seen anything more beautiful.
This girl was absolutely exquisite in the F*ck.
From her writhing, moaning bliss, I could tell she was no virgin when she had crossed paths with the Pan. But she might as well have been. Chances were she had never been pummeled like this, and she clearly loved it. She arched her back and gyrated her pelvis while reaching for her peak.
The girl’s flesh quivered, her body quaked as she dove into an explosive climax that consumed her in waves. Shrieking ecstatically, the girl was already begging for more.
What a magnificent little whore. She had to have descended from a nymph.
I was so enthralled with watching her I didn’t realize the Pan was watching me.
His hair was so thick, I could barely make out the horns and flying ears. His beard was the same ruddy chestnut as the hair on his head. His features were brutish, with deep set murky eyes and a blunt nose.
The Pan was still hard when he pulled out of the girl. The sight of that huge, engorged c*ck made the blood drain from my face.
I recoiled.
This was not the way things usually happened with the Pans.
According to all the stories I’ve ever heard, I should have been overcome with a searing lust.
Of course, he noticed.
“Huh,” he muttered.
I backed away from him.
The Pan peered intently into my eyes, tilted his head, and grinned.
“Well, I’ll be damned. You belong to Sappho.”
“What’s that mean?”
Suddenly, I was neither afraid nor repelled.
The Pan chuckled.
“Unless you don’t know who Sappho is, you know exactly what I mean. You like girls.”
As soon as he said it, I knew it was true.
Suddenly, my longing for Adele and her vicious torment made far more sense. She probably suspected that about me, and fed off my yearning to pump her vanity.
The girl pulled herself upright on the boulder, still quivering.
The Pan picked her up by the rump, and she tried to wrap her legs around him. Instead, he set her on the ground, and directed her towards me.
Once she was closer, I noticed she was a few years older than I. Her eyes still bleary from the F*ck, but her gaze cleared and brightened when she saw me.
The girl looked me up and down slowly, and smiled.
It took every bit of self-control I had to hold still. Every part of me wanted to tremble.
Even with her hair tangled and her skin flushed from the F*ck, she looked more like a Madonna than the wanton slut I’d just seen getting pounded and relishing it.
“Oh my,” she said breathlessly, and turned her face to the Pan. “Is she going to join us?”
“Do you want her to?” he asked.
The girl moaned and threw her head back. She had a lovely, long throat and her deep red lips curved in a smile.
“I do,” she murmured. “I want to play with her while you f*ck me.”
I blazed when she said that.
“And then I want to watch while you fuck her.”
I froze.
“I wouldn’t count on that,” the Pan said.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t think she wants me.”
“How is that possible?”
“Because she wants you,” the Pan replied. “I think she wants you really bad. As bad as you want me so bad you’re dripping for me right now.”
“Really?” the girl murmured, her mossy green eyes intent on me. “If you’re right, maybe I can change her mind.”
I’ve never been at a loss for words at any time in my life before or after that moment. The wetness between my legs made me blush.
The girl giggled at the expression on my face.
“Hello there,” she called out. “I’m Heather. What’s your name?”
I paused, still unable to speak.
“You have a name, don’t you?”
“Dusky.”
“I like that. It’s sexy. Do you like to play with girls, Dusky?”
“I don’t know. I never have.”
“Have you ever messed around with boys?”
“No.”
“So you’re a total virgin?”
I blushed so hard, I thought I’d pass out.
“I guess so. Yeah.”
“How old are you?”
“Sixteen. Most people think I’m older.”
Heather nodded slowly and smiled, as she perused me up and down again.
I had seen that rakish expression before. On the faces of men and boys, that look made my skin crawl.
But coming from a slutty Madonna like Heather, that look made my knees shake.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered. “You have such a strong, womanly body. Do you want me like Pan says you do?”
I nodded before I could stop myself. It was impossible for me in that moment to deny how I felt.
Such was the power of a Pan.