Cherubs

A Short Story

By

Donna M.

 

This is a story spun-off from one written by fellow author, Candy�called �Beedle�

It�s not necessary that you read it before reading mine, but if you would like, you can go to �Beedle� (click here) and then return to read my story afterwards.  Enjoy!

 

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I�ll tell you the story but you probably won�t believe me.

Ever since I lost my license I�ve been walking to and from work.  I have to admit that except for sore-feet days I welcomed the walking as a way to get my old fitness level back.  Before the drinking and junk food I�d been in great shape.  I played three sports in high school, wrestled in college, and had plenty of girlfriends.  Now I�m a shadow of my former self�three or four shadows, actually. 

One of the shortcuts I take while walking is through a wooded park.  The place used to be, and maybe still is a druggie hangout, and nobody I know would be foolish enough to walk through there after dark.  I walked the woods during the day so I�m not afraid, and I rarely see anyone anyway.

The day in question was no exception.  I didn�t see a soul, though my mind was so adrift in thought I might have walked right by someone and not see them.  It was the giggling I heard that caught my attention.  Kids?  �Who�s there?� I called out.  �Shouldn�t you be in school?�  The answer was more giggling.  I still didn�t see anyone so I chalked it up to truancy and kept going.

The following day was unseasonably warm and sunny, making it a perfect walking day.  As I traversed the woods I heard the same chattering and giggling; though, like the day before, I didn�t see anybody.  I reflected that the sounds I heard weren�t quite the laughing of children but instead possessed an otherworldly susurration like bees buzzing, though that wasn�t quite accurate either.  I paid no mind to the noise and kept walking.

On the way home, while passing the same area I heard the sounds again.  How is it possible that kids were horsing around the same place at different times of the day?  I stopped and called out again, �Who�s there?�  The chittering attenuated somewhat though it still continued.  No one answered me.  For a split second I saw, or at least thought I saw a flash of flesh dodge through the trees.  The idea popped into my head that this was some sort of an orgy thing, with teens or maybe adults communing with nature, getting naked and�

I never finished my thought.  Something sharp hit me in the buttocks and I immediately blacked out.

When I came to, I was fuzzy-headed and disoriented.  I was also naked.  All I had was tunnel vision, and the tunnel was pretty narrow.  I sensed rather than saw that I was deeper in the woods and lying on some moss or a bed of leaves, slightly damp but not altogether uncomfortable.  The chittering noise I heard before was louder as it surrounded me, sounding again like children�s laughter.

Though my tunnel vision was clearing, I realized I couldn�t move my limbs.  I didn�t feel restrained and I didn�t feel paralyzed; I just couldn�t move.  I probably should have been afraid before then.  My alarm came from what I saw, as well as my inability to move.  Several cherubic faces were looking down at me.  I�m not using the word �cherubic� carelessly, for the small figures above me looked exactly like the ones I�ve seen in so many classic paintings.  Cherubs: little, pudgy, childlike creatures; and like in the old portraits they were naked.

My vocal chords weren�t paralyzed.  �Who are you and what�ve you done to me?� I shouted loud enough to make them all jump back.  The noise I heard before turned out to be their communal talk, for it started up again in full force.  I should have been scared, but how could I take these pudgy little naked figures seriously?  If they were answering my question I had no idea what that answer was.

Finally, one of the cherubs (what else can I call them?) approached me and tentatively moved closer for a touch�of my cock.  I now saw that this one was female.  No sooner did she touch my cock that it grew magically tumescent.  Of course, maybe the �magically� part came because I was staring at her pudgy little hairless pussy and saw a small droplet of dew spring from the folds and begin dribbling down her thigh.  As her hand tried and failed to encircle my cock, I wondered how tight the little cherub�s vagina would be.  If I hadn�t been rock hard moments ago, I certainly was rock hard now.  She seemed quite pleased with my reaction, saying a few unintelligible words to her cohort.  The childlike laughter picked up again as they timidly moved in closer.

I need to be adamant about this; I�m not a pedophile.  I don�t lust after children.  But here I was, with these naked, chubby, babe-like creatures surrounding my immobile body, and touching me in ways guaranteed to make any man horny. 

It was as if two of them, the leaders perhaps, were arguing over me.  Eventually the one who indicated she liked my engorged erection pushed the other away and decided she would mount me first.  I thought, she�s in for a rude surprise�it�s gonna hurt, but she seemed to take my girth without pain.  The lubrication I�d seen leaking from her worked wonders, its warmth a pleasant addition to her amazing tightness.  Jesus, my cock must be all the way to her midsection!  I mentally measured my length against her size and couldn�t believe she could take all of me.  But she did!  Her squeals of delight were incessant as she shimmied her pudgy little body up and down on my aching pole.

She had a way to flex her vaginal muscles so I felt both cuddled and squeezed at the same time.  Trying not to cum so quickly, I looked around the little clearing to see several of the cherubs in groups of twos or threes, fucking away in squealing elation.  I saw little cocks glistening wet coming out of pudgy pussies.  I saw one little fellow shoot an inordinate amount of cum all over a couple of his partners while two girl cherubs lying next to them were in a sixty-nine position and slurping loudly.

Finally I couldn�t take any more and groaned, �Oh God, I�m gonna cum!�

My curly-haired little fuck-buddy yipped as she somehow clamped her vagina muscles even more tightly around my throbbing cock.  I lost count of how many ropes I spewed deep into her, but on the third spurt I saw a change settle over her face.  It wasn�t the exhilaration of orgasm I saw, but an expression of deep calm and ultimate satisfaction.  As if I was released by a velvet vise, she got off me.  I had no respite, for there was surprisingly no wilting going on and another cherub was already positioning her fat little pussy lips over my cockhead.  She lowered herself.  This one was tighter than the last, yet she had the same level of lubrication so I slid in okay.  This second cherub turned out to be a wild one, bouncing up and down in spite of my size that must be stretching her vagina walls painfully, although only pleasure showed on her round, angelic face.

In what could only be a miracle for me, I came again, getting the same strange reaction from this cherub, between my second and third ejaculatory spasm, as the first one.

This went on, one cherub after another in the strangest and yet most wonderful assembly line.  The miracle continued: I remained hard and I came deep inside each and every one who mounted me.  I begged off after perhaps my twentieth little lover, sore and spent.  As a group they seemed pleased, as if I successfully fulfilled some unwritten contract.  When the group that fucked me gathered in a circle around me, my arms lost their paralysis and I was able to finally move them.  The cherubs appeared nervous until I reached up and hugged a bunch of them to me.  They chattered away in their unintelligible language as they hugged me en masse.  If their facial expressions matched their �words,� then they were expressing euphoria; though I still couldn�t wrap my mind around the whole, surreal tableau. 

One of the �boy� cherubs tried to mount my still semi-rigid cock. Just as my cockhead broached his anal sphincter the one I thought of as the leader�the one who fucked me first�slapped him out of the way and smiled at me.  I was too damned sore but one more �girl� cherub climbed onto me.  Thankfully my arms were now free of whatever invisible restraints that had seized them, so I held onto her plump little body, keeping her from getting too wild.  However, control didn�t matter, for even with the soreness I came within minutes.  She felt it and squealed with delight until the same shroud of serenity fell over her and she climbed off me, smiling ear-to-ear.

My mind grew foggy in the next ten minutes or so.  The entire group slipped away from me, chittering in their strange language.  Of course I didn�t know what they were saying, but they sounded happy saying it.

Just as I thought I was alone, and beginning to panic because of my remaining paralysis, the leader reappeared above me.  She knelt down next to me and took my sore and finally wilted cock in her tiny hand.  Astoundingly, I was hard again.  Hers was indeed the magic touch.  She uttered a noise that sounded like a sigh.  We kept up eye contact until I reached to her and pulled her to me in an embrace.  I tried to kiss her but she pulled away suddenly; I guessed that cherubs fucked but didn�t kiss.

She suddenly said, working at keeping her speech slow, �Tan�ooo.�

Thank you.

Then she said �Bobbie,� and I wondered what that meant, until she touched her chunky jelly-roll of an abdomen.

Baby.

She added two more words: �See Beedle,� before she left my side and ran away.

As I pondered who or what Beedle was, I finally realized what had just happened.  Somehow I�d been used as a breeder, impregnating the lot of them!  And they knew it too.  That look I saw on their little round faces was the moment of impregnation, much more important to them than the preceding orgasms.

I recovered all movement and sat up at the moment a loud whoosh echoed through the trees.  Off in the distance something flew up into the air and disappeared.  Obscured by the tree tops, I couldn�t see what took off though I knew exactly what it had been.  I found my clothing nearby, dressed, and stumbled home.

I told you that you wouldn�t believe me.

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Inexplicably, from then on every time I saw a reproduction of those paintings�you know the ones I mean, with the darling little cherubs�I had a hard-on.  It was like magic. Besides what I�ve written here, I told nobody about my experience in the woods that day.

One thing I did do was fall off the wagon.  About a week later I was sitting at the bar where I used to drink myself silly, and was doing it again.  Still pondering the meaning of the last words my tiny alien friend said, I repeated �Beedle� over and over again like a chant.

�Why do you say his name?� said a pretty woman who had moved down the bar to sit next to me.  Though my eyesight by then was a little blurry, I still saw that she was quite beautiful. Her olive complexion and facial structure leant the impression of a Nubian princess.  She was overdressed for this establishment; however the dress she was wearing told me she had a bitching body underneath.  I sat up straighter.

�You said �his.�  You know a dude by that name?�

�Yes I do, but how do you know him?� she said cautiously.

I laughed.  �Some aliens told me to see him.�

Her eyes bugged out as she said some word that sounded like fifteen consonants long without a single vowel between them.

�What�s that?� I asked.

Her gaze changed from shock to one of amazement. �You were a chosen one.  I can�t believe it,� she said, shaking her head.  �You do not appear to fit the profile, but if they told you to see Beedle then you must be The One.�

I didn�t like the sound of that.  �The one what?�

�The Seedmaster!  They must have harvested for you to know.�

I can�t even drink to forget, I thought.  Was this woman an alien too?  How else could she know about what she called my �harvesting?�  I looked at her and asked if she could help me meet this Beedle character.  She told me her name was Lillijam.  What kind of a fucking name is Lillijam, I wondered?   Maybe I didn�t hear her correctly and had this all wrong.  Without hesitation she paid my bar tab and hustled me out the door.  I got lots of envious looks from the rest of the bar�s patrons on the way out.

I never got to meet this Beedle character though.  A cab ride later I was in her apartment and she was undressing me.  I worried that in my inebriated state I wouldn�t be able to perform, but my big buddy stood tall as soon as she dropped her dress.  She wore no bra and her tits were large and firm, with exceptionally dark areolas and nipples that could poke your eye out if you weren�t careful.  I figured I�d sacrifice an eye because I wasn�t going to be careful with this one.

Then she shimmied out of her panties.

�Oh�my�God!� I exclaimed when I saw her anatomy.

Lillijam, or whatever her name was, had two cunts!  The one closest to her navel was slightly larger, and honest to God looked just like one of those Venus flytrap plants.  I saw her labia open and close like her pussy was hungry!  The second pussy was smaller and rounder, though it too was dynamic.

�We must mate,� she said as she pulled me to the bed.  �If the [she said that word again that made no sense to me] searched for you and did their harvesting, then you must have copious and powerful seed.�  She studied my erection as I gazed with curiosity and maybe a little trepidation at her pussies.  �Human�s are quite interesting.  I am happy you do not have a throx like males from my home have.  Your version of a fenoz looks large and will do nicely.�

I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.  Throx? Fenoz? Were these like dicks?  This Beedle dude must be one strange fucker.

Before I pondered the weirdness any longer, she arched her back in a way that seemed impossible and practically sucked my cock into her top pussy.  I�m sure her parts had silly alien names too but I wasn�t about to ask.  Her main (?) vagina didn�t so much squeeze me, feeling more like it was kneading me in a tremendously pleasurable rippling effect.

Her response was not a moan but instead something akin to high-pitched singing.  If I ever wondered what an opera singer might sound like during sex, this was the answer.  While I was moving in and out of her (it wasn�t exactly easy with the suction) she sang that she liked how earthmen moved their hips.  I guess the Beedle-dudes let their cocks do the moving for them.

When I groaned and proclaimed I was nearing climax, she yelped and forced my cock into her second pussy.  What a difference!  I�ve never had the experience but I imagined this must be how it would feel if you stuck your cock into a cow milking machine.  As my balls went ballistic and I ejaculated one intense stream after another, Lillijam sang louder, and her body went rigid.

Even with the cherubs I hadn�t cum as much as I was now.

Before she sent me on my way, she gave me two warnings: don�t come looking for either her or Beedle, and watch out for the cherubs (of course she didn�t say �cherubs,� saying that word with all consonants I�d never be able to pronounce, which must be their real name).  The way she explained it, the two types of aliens were competing in a way, breeding in order to take over the Earth, and I was one of the chosen daddies.

Like I said, I�m not a pedophile, but part of me hopes I see the chunky little hairless darlings again soon.  Then they can take over the world for all I care.

 

Donna M.

 

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