Page 29 of No Bones About It

He massages my breasts with his hands, eclipsing my body with his skeletal frame rising above me and then continues his slow descent down my body. Those damned fangs trace every curve and dip from the sensitive curve under my breast, to the dip of my belly button, and up over the curve of my belly.

When his head dips lower yet, I bend my knees and spread my legs wide to accommodate his large skull.

He slides his hands up my legs, sensually dragging the tip of each phalange over my shivering calves, behind my sensitive knees, and up over my quivering thighs to spread me open with his thumbs. He stares at my core like I hold the secrets to all time.

Just as I’m about to beg for him to break the anticipation that’s so thick I can hardly breathe, he dives in to feast on me. Despite not having a tongue, he still has me squirming in minutes as he devours my pleasure like it's the magic that makes him sentient and he’d die without more.

He slips in one long bony finger and although it's incredible, I’m aching for more. I want him on top of me. Inside me.

“BJ,” I pant. “I need you inside me so bad.”

He looks down to where his finger is disappearing into my sopping pussy, plunges a second one in and then looks back up at me, tilting his head, as if to ask if that’s enough.

“I wish you had a dick bone,” I explain. “Shit, what’s it called?”

It’s hard to think with his phalanges plunging in and out of me, each swell of the knuckle bones rubbing over a spot inside that makes my toes curl. What am I supposed to be thinking of? It’s hard to process when pleasure is already curling in my belly.

“A baculum,” I cry out, the word coming to me as my hips thrust up to meet him. Oh why couldn’t he have come with a dick bone. I guess that would have really got Lois’s goat. “Oh, I wish you had a baculum so you could fuck me.”

He freezes, and I whimper in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, craning my head up to see why he’s pulled his hand away.

His eyes drop down to his pelvis as he rises to his knees.

I follow his gaze, then stare in fascination as an articulated skeletal cock arises from his pelvis like a fern unfurling. I murmur, “A Halloween wish come true.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when one large hand fists into the back of my hair and he tilts my head up to look in his smoldering LED eyes.

I lick my lips. “Oh, Mr. Bonejangles. I have to touch you. I need to taste you.”

He nods and slowly brings my head down toward the still unfurling appendage with shaking hands. In fact, a fine tremor runs through his entire skeletal frame. His new bone bobs towards me in the air as if he is just as excited as I am for me to touch him.

I reach out with greedy hands and run them up and down the knobby bones of the shaft, feeling him shudder as my fingers trace over each dip and swell. I’ve never seen anything like it. Almost like a spine, yet no sharp edges. With each touch it continues to grow until finally it reaches its full, enormous length.

I pump his bony shaft, twisting my hands right over the widest part of the skull-like bulbous head where the sensitive spot on a man would be, and his hips buck wildly. Excitement courses through me, sweeter than Halloween. More thrilling than the best haunted house. My mouth waters at the sight.

“Finally, I get to make you feel as good as you have been making me feel,” I tell him.

I run my hands up and down, playing with soft and hard touches, rubbing and twisting motions, taking my turn to see what he seems to like. I study his every tremor and hip thrust, cataloging what he likes just as he has done so many times for me.

And no surprise, he likes it all. Especially when I bend down to taste him. I start at the base and slide my tongue up the underside, over each vertebral projection while staring straight into his LED eyes. When I get to the head, I swirl my tongue around its base, and his fist spasms in my hair.

With a moan, I slide the tip of my tongue along the small suture like slit I find at the very top. He shudders so hard I think the ground moves, but I still take my time, now using my hands and mouth to map this unfamiliar territory. I run my mouth and tongue over every inch, groaning at the textures in my mouth.

As I move my mouth back up to try to take the enormous head in my mouth, precum floods over my tongue. I pull back to look at him, and with a voice full of wonder I exclaim, “BJ! You’re pumpkin spice flavored.”

He shrugs, and then his shoulders shake in silent laughter as I dive back down to fasten my mouth to him once more. I lick and rub and pull at this amazing appendage, lapping up his flavor, sucking and milking for all I’m worth to get more and more of his pumpkin spice cum in my mouth.

He’s no longer laughing when he pulls me off with a pop and hurriedly pushes me back down onto the pile of pillows.

I let out a little, “Oof” but can’t help smiling at his enthusiasm.

BJ takes my ankles, holding them out wide with my legs suspended in the air and then notches the huge head against my opening. He pauses there and meets my eyes, cocking his head in question.

I jerk my head yes and then drop my gaze back down to watch as he slowly but surely pushes his giant skeletal cock into my tight opening.

Panting at the exquisite stretch, I watch in fascination as just the head breaches me, the rest of the articulated cock still waiting. I eye each bony knob and feel wetness drench my thighs as I anticipate what his dick bone will feel like sliding into me, wondering how I can possibly make him fit.