I was walking out there, simply to check the mail. Bright, sunshiny day, a little cold. I had shut the lid — no mail yet — and was walking back to the driveway when I heard a vehicle pull up and stop on the road nearby. Turning, I saw a sleek red sports car. Its front window was rolled down and a woman in sunglasses leaned out, smiling at me.

“Hey cutie, what are you doing?”

That was her, not me. I stepped closer, trying to get a better look. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, no. I was jus t wondering if we could help you.”

“What?” I stared just a little more. She was gorgeous, her white face around a very large mouth with wide lips. Long, platinum blond hair fell past her shoulders.

She brought one arm up and out of the car, motioning to me, beckoning with her finger. “C’mere.”

Her shoulder was bare. Surely not the rest of her?

“What? I don’t even know you.”

“Aha.” She laughed. “But you will soon. Why don’t you get in the car and come for a ride with us?”

“Um … I don’t understand. ” Obviously there were more inside. I took another step, trying to see, but the glass was tinted heavily. Two shapes in the back, and it looked like another girl was sitting next to the driver.

The driver leaned forward, eyeing me above her shades. “I said, get in the car.” Commanding tone, yet she was grinning with a set of perfect white teeth. “You find me … appealing, don’t you? You were thinking a moment ago, Huh, her shoulder is bare, I wonder if she’s naked. Mm-hmm — ” she looked down — “and your penis just jerked a little, when I said the word naked. Am I surprising you?”

I stared at her, then whipped my head away. What the hell … ?!

“Have I proved myself now?” Still grinning, she pointed to the car’s back door. “Get in the car.”

“Not … not a chance.” I turned to walk away.

The car door slammed and I turned to look; instantly someone pushed me from behind and I stumbled forward, too fast, the car door opened by itself and I hurtled toward it, then my head ducked, someone was there and I flew up over her, then found myself in the seat as if I’d gotten in and sat there myself!

Another door slammed, someone got back in — another girl, sitting to my right, a bathrobe? “Go,” she shouted — “go go go, now!”

The car jerked, backed up, then sped forward and I was pushed back. I leaned forward and felt someone grab at my shirt collar. “What are you doing?!” I yelled — “crazy, what the hell — ”

A hand shoved me back. “Sit down. This won’t take long.” The driver.

I was back again, head next to her hair. A strange smell. “Stop the car.”

Another hand pushed on my head and I fell back, and the front passenger turned to look at me. Whoa — she had dark skin and straight, reflective black hair, a thin, voluptuous face and small lips. “Just wait. We promise you will not …” she giggled … “be hurt.”

Laughter. Girls laughing — four of them. Two in the front, and two in the back, with me between them.

I couldn’t believe this. My heart pounded. Was this even real?

I looked left. The girl was maybe fourteen or fourteen, with long blond hair, and she stared up at me with shadowed eyes, grinning. A small, pink, sleeveless top outlined perfectly her curves — huge breasts for her age, firm and round, and her navel had about three inches clearance. Her shapely legs were completely bare and a denim miniskirt ended just over her thighs, with frayed threads lying over soft white skin.

She looked down, then up and grinned saucily. “Go on,” she said. “Look all you want.”

Face red. I turned around. The other girl had light brown skin, with high cheekbones and thin, wide bright eyes … Asian. Below … her blue bathrobe ended halfway between her hips and knees, letting me see her long, sleek legs bent over the car seat. Her robe's neck … it plunged into a V far down. I could see her deep, dark breast line.

She caught me looking, smiled sweetly, reached up with a long arm and grasped the edge of her neckline, pulled it slightly aside, revealing more flesh. Breasts … no, not everything, but she wore nothing but a blue bra under there!

“Now, Seth.” The blond driver laughed and she was watching me on the rear-view mirror. “Don’t get too wild with Leslie and Sabrina back there.”

“How do you know my name?”

“We know a lot about you,” she said. “Been watching you for some time.”

I leaned forward … totally confused. “What are you talking — what is going on?”

“Well, we should introduce ourselves.” Her head turned and I backed up a little, and she grinned. “Believe it or not, we are the goddesses of sex. In our realm, you’ll learn to know us better.” She kept eyeing me, but her hands were still on the steering wheel as the car went down the road.

“Who … where do you come from?”

“Oh, that’s not for you to know. But you can know our names. I’m Melinda, the mouth.”

“Melinda what?”

“Mouth,” she said. Her lips opened, thick, wet and glossy, and her tongue slid out — slick, huge, waving over her mouth and in the air like the head of a serpent.

This can’t be real. I shifted in my chair, suddenly uncomfortable in my groin.

The other girl turned — her shoulders were also bare but the seat blocked the rest of her. She smiled, and spoke softly, in a sultry voice: “And I’m Ashley Anus. You won’t believe what I can do.”

Face … hot. “Ashley Anus?”

“Yep.”

Back here. The younger girl tilted her head and pursed her lips in a smile. “I’m Leslie Little, and I’ll go to bed with anybody, as long as he’s polite, and nice, and gives me grr-r-reat blowjobs.”

“Seth is nice!” Melinda shouted.

“Oh, I know.” Leslie giggled. “I can’t wait to experience him!”

I was trembling … and at my right, the Asian-looking girl smiled, her beautiful, thin eyes gleaming. She had almost no accent, her voice lilting: “And I am Sabrina, the swimmer. I will have sex anywhere in the water, or even under it. You will love what I can do.”

This was insane.

“In a moment you'll be in our realm.” Melinda was still looking back at me, even while she drove. “Then you can choose whichever one of us you like.”

“To have sex?”

“Absolutely. It’s what we do. And we’re great at it.”

I sat back, stunned. It was beyond anything I could have imagined … four, gorgeous women, whether goddesses or not, kidnapping me, for sex? From me?!

“Here we are,” Melinda said.

In the road the light changed — it looked like a deep, thick cloud of darkness. Without a sound the car drove toward it and then through, inside, dark, and then it emerged into somewhere else, inside.

How had they done that? An inter-dimensional shift? A porthole of some kind?

I looked around, amazed. Walls, ceiling, a door ahead. “It’s a garage,” I said.

“Well where else are we going to park the car?” Melinda stopped, set the brake, turned the engine off, and opened the door and got out.

The other two, Ashley Anus? and Sabrina, opened their doors —

I turned to Leslie. “This can’t be real. You’re not real.”

“A dream, huh?”

“Yeah … has to be.”

“Well in that case, you’ll need to pinch yourself.” Her eyebrows came down and she smiled, wickedly. “Or me.”

“What?”

“Pinch me, Seth. Anywhere.” She leaned my direction. Our hips pressed together. “Come on. Touch me.”

No way. I reached down to her, laid my hand on her leg, near her minskirt’s edge.

Leslie wriggled her shoulders. “Mmm. Come on, you can do better.” She moved my hand back, then up under her skirt. “More. Come onnnn.”

I can’t do this. A forbidden region, her inner thighs pressed together and me pressing in, soft skin, I felt her warmth. In a moment I would be touching —

“Hey, Seth.” I jerked my hand away; Ashley was leaning over at the back door. Wow — I could see up underneath her bra top, and she wore tight, tight black jeans with a thin purple string around her waist above them: a thong. “Come on out,” she said. “Inside.”

They were all waiting. Without looking at Leslie I slid out that way and stood, and Leslie followed. Then she went first, ahead of me, and I saw her curvy butt sway back and forth, underneath her tight skirt. I can’t watch … when standing her head came as high as my chest.

The four girls — or goddesses — were there. Melinda went first, through a doorway, down a hall. Thick, soft, gray-and-red carpet, inlaid with patterns, plain walls, almost no light. Then it opened up into a room: several couches, and a big-screen TV. Several doors lined the walls.

Another girl on the couch looked up — she was lying down on her stomach. “Got another one, Melinda?”

“Mm-hmm,” Melinda said. “Seth.”

“Ooohh, yeah. He’s had some great fantasies, I hear.” The other girl rolled over and sat up — holy crap! She wore a tight bodysuit, solid black, like Catwoman, but at no place did the material line into folds. Lean, pale face with red lips, straight, shoulder-length luscious brown hair, thin shoulders … huge, perfectly formed breasts that outlined completely under the black sheath. I could almost see her nipples.

“Hands off him, Courtney,” Melinda said. “I want him first.”

“Courtney?” I choked. “And she’s … Ashley Anus …” I could barely say it: “What do you do?”

Her voice was deep and breathy: “Courtney Clone.”

“C-clone?”

She stretched, pushing her chest out, boobs protruding toward me … “My special ability is recreating fantasies. Anybody you’ve ever taken a second look at, I clone her. I probe your memory and then I assume her characteristics: body, clothes, voice, memory, even setting. A former girlfriend, or just a sexy somebody you saw in a department store. Britney Spears. Jennifer Lopez. I do them all. I become someone else, and give you an experience.”

Stunned … I looked back to Melinda. Now I could see her full body … long, platinum blond hair, and her large breasts filled her cream-colored sweater that fell off her wide, bare shoulders … the sweater was a thick knit and I could see through to her skin and thin white bra. Underneath she wore denim shorts, just past thigh length.

“And you’re … what do you do again?”

“Mouth,” Melinda said. Then her lips opened again, wide, dark and wet. Her tongue emerged, sliding over her lubricated lips, unnaturally large. It can’t be … her tongue was much longer than it should have been. Melinda licked the air, her saliva crackling, staring at me with wide, shining eyes, then rubbed the corner of her mouth with her finger.

In my pants … my penis was growing harder. I had been erect ever since I had looked at Leslie in the car.

Melinda grinned. “I think you want me first. It’s only fair. I found you and I drove the car.”

I could barely speak. My eyes traveled over her body again — perfectly shaped breasts, trim stomach, wide hips, gorgeous legs. “I’ve … Melinda, I’ve never had sex before.”

“Then I’ll teach you what it’s like — at least, what it's like when you lose your virginity to a goddess.”

Melinda Mouth.

“What’re you going to do with me … what’s your … s-s-special ability?”

I had a pretty good idea but I couldn’t believe it myself.

Melinda grinned, staring at me with sultry eyes. “I’ll show you in there.” She pointed to one of the doors. “Our private realm. Come on.”

No way I could resist her. And no way I wanted to.

I gulped hard. “Okay.”

 

“Oh shit…” I mumbled.   I had been given a memo on my first day that said they were having problems with the elevators.   I guess two guys from my office had independently gotten stuck around floor 33.   I looked up above the door and sure enough, the marker pointed between the 33 ^rd and 34 ^th floor.   “Figures,” I said, leaning against the closest wall and slumping to the floor.   I let my head fall into my hands and rubbed my eyes, trying to vent some of my frustration.

 

Within a few moments the faint emergency lights blinked on, and I looked up from the floor.   I was suddenly startled to realize that I was not in fact alone in the elevator like I had thought.   Two teenage girls were standing on the other side of the elevator (they might have been 18 or 19).   They were dressed similarly: black buckle shoes, white stockings, short khaki skirts that came about half way to their knees, and white button-up blouses that were too short to cover their navel.   They both had toned skin and hair which hung loosely down the front of their shoulders, though the one’s hair was a little longer and a dark shade of brown while the other’s was blonde.   The brunette also appeared to be slightly taller and a bit more slender than the blonde.   Despite their differences, they were both equally attractive for their age and could have easily been sisters.

 

The girls were nervously whispering and giggling to each other, casually glancing in my direction and smiling.   I looked at them and smiled, attributing their behavior to girls being girls.   “First time in a broken elevator, ladies?” I asked politely.

 

“Not exactly,” the shorter girl answered.   “Kendra and I get caught quite often, actually.”

 

“Isn’t it almost spooky how often it happens, Crystal ?” asked the other girl.   They both laughed and I smiled, putting up with their immature demeanor.   “But Joe,” Kendra continued now looking me in the eye, “this isn’t exactly a mistake.”   I blinked my eyes, surprised that somehow this girl, whom I was fairly sure I had never met before, knew my name.   Kendra and Crystal laughed at my shocked expression.

 

“Oh, don’t worry Joe,” Crystal said as she and Kendra approached me, her fingers lightly trailing over the waistband of her skirt.

 

“We’ve been watching you,” Kendra interjected, her hand caressing her breast, “…for quite a while now.”

 

“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked frantically, starting to wonder what I had gotten myself caught in.   “And just how old are you two?” I asked, wondering if I was the target of some sort of plan to dirty the firm’s reputation by getting caught fooling around with minors.

 

“ Crystal ’s 17,” Kendra answered.   “I’m 19.”   Her hands reached down to the seam of her skirt and she slowly bunched the skirt into her hands, sliding the khaki material up her thighs, past the tops of her white stockings and revealing the bottom of a pair of white cotton panties beneath.   By now the girls were only a foot or so from me, and I was still sitting on the floor.

 

“Girls, I can’t do this!” I said sternly, starting to become disturbed as to what these young beautiful girls might claim happened in the elevator.

 

“It’s not about what you can and can’t do,” Crystal said, a forcefulness growing in her voice, “but rather about what you WILL do.”   Crystal raised her hand, and instantly I was on my feet.   I hadn’t told my body to pick itself up, but somehow my legs decided that they wanted to get up.   I tried to walk to the other end of the elevator, putting some distance between me and the girls, but I couldn’t move.   I tried harder to force my feet to walk, but my muscles would not respond.   Somehow I was frozen stiff before these two young girls.

 

“You are the selected target,” Crystal said calmly as her fingers started to unbutton the top button of her blouse.   “You are now ours.”

 

Kendra’s eyes focused on my crotch.   Slowly she extended her fingers towards the fly of my pants, as if calling for something.   Instantly, I felt my penis jump in response, and an erection started forming, a tent becoming clearly visible beneath the dark material of my slacks.   My face began to flush and my jaw clenched as intense sexual energy began to travel through my body.   “What’s happening to me?” I managed to mutter through my grit teeth.

 

“Don’t worry, babe,” Crystal said, her lips pouted.   “Just work with us here.”   She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled the white material back from her body, revealing a brilliantly white bra that seemed to glow as it held the two perfect globes of her flesh, which pulsed under Crystal’s breathing.   My cock, quickly becoming fully erect from Kendra’s control, leaped in my pants.   Kendra was standing slightly behind Crystal , licking her lips and still focusing on my pants, which felt like they were shrinking.

 

All of the sudden my legs started to move, encircling me behind the girls and taking me to the center of the large elevator, a few feet from Kendra.   With a spread of her hands, a backless wooden bench appeared out of nowhere.   Kendra walked to one end of the bench and sat down straddling it, once again forcing her skirt to ride up her slender legs and exposing her panties, which were now shining in a similar way as Crystal ’s bra, captivating my attention.   Kendra clenched the sides of her blouse and gave a fierce pull, popping the buttons off and literally ripping the shirt from her body.   Kendra was wearing a bra identical to Crystal ’s, and she had the same perfect breasts which were even more magnificent against her slightly thinner frame.

 

While I gazed back and forth between her chest and panties, Kendra patted the bench in front of her with her hand inviting me to sit down between her open legs.   My feet responded by walking me over and straddling the bench, sitting me down with my back to her.   Kendra’s hands gently came up my back and over my shoulders, reaching around to start undoing my necktie.   She pressed her body into mine, forcing her firm chest into my back.   I could feel the warmth radiate from her breasts as she whispered into my ear, “Just relax.   You couldn’t do anything even if you wanted to anyway.”

 

Kendra was right.   My body was totally out of my control and appeared to be under the direct influence of these vixens who were seducing me, though for what purpose I did not know.

 

As Kendra undid my necktie and started unbuttoning my shirt, Crystal walked over and stood in front of me, my eyes staring at the front of her skirt.   Seeing the perfection of these teenagers’ physical attributes, I could only imagine the wonderful pleasures that would be had with what was hidden from my sight.

 

Crystal ’s fingers gently reached under my chin and gracefully raised my head to look up at her wonderful breasts, which were now lifting and falling in rhythm with her breathing, which had increased considerably.   Crystal tossed her head back as her hands gently caressed her face, then traced a path down her neck and finally fell onto her bra-covered breasts, which she started to massage gently, letting a light moan escape from her lips.

 

Crystal ’s head came back up and she looked me in the eyes as her fingers undid a clasp on the front of her bra.   Shrugging her shoulders, the undergarment fell from her frame and the 17-year-old stood before me topless, looking down at me over her round, firm breasts, which were finally free from her bra.   Her skin was flawless, and the swell of her full chest was crowned with two perfect nipples.

 

Crystal took my hands and placed them on her breasts.   Without telling them to do so, my fingers started kneading her firm flesh in a way that did not quite seem natural to me, but in a way that was obviously pleasuring Crystal perfectly, as evidenced by the immediate increase of her breathing.   It seemed as if her legs were losing strength, and slowly Crystal lowered herself onto my lap so that we faced each other.   Just thinking about the nearness of her still-covered cunt made my dick yearn for the feel of being inside of her.   Kendra finished unbuttoning my shirt from behind and started to massage my chest and shoulders as Crystal bent down to kiss me, her lips and tongue bringing all sorts of pleasure to my mouth and her moans echoing in my throat as I continued to massage her breasts.

 

After breaking her long, masterful kiss, Crystal slowly brought one of her breasts to my mouth.   Instantly my tongue leaped out of my mouth to lick the erect nipple, my lips following suit and beginning to suck on the silky breast at the whim of Crystal ’s sexual desires.   Crystal ’s skin had a sweetness unlike I had ever tasted, and it made me want to lick all of her.   The harder I sucked her flesh, the better it tasted and the harder she forced it against my mouth.   Even though I realized that she was somehow controlling me like an interactive sex toy, I was obviously enjoying what she was putting me through as a pulse of energy started to gather in my groin.

 

After a few moments, Crystal raised herself off of my lap, taking her succulent breast away from my mouth.   I wanted with all my might to follow her, to not take her flesh from my lips, but some force held my head still and she easily pulled away.

 

Crystal turned around and re-straddled the bench, facing away from me.   As she stood there, her hair falling down her bare back, a mysterious music softly crept into my ears.   Although I could not tell where it was coming from, the tune didn’t sound like it was coming from any speakers in the elevator and it was getting louder.   As I began to wonder whether or not I was going crazy, Crystal started moving her hips from side to side to the beat that I heard in my head.   Her hands traveled up and down her topless body, and my eyes were fixed on the back of her skirt, which was stretched across her tight ass.

 

Slowly, Crystal started to lower herself onto me again, being sure to rub herself against my bulging cock as much as possible.   She sat on my lap as her rump grinded again and again against my dick in rhythm with the strange music.   Crystal turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, a devilish smile now on her rather innocent-looking face, watching how I would react to her.   All the sudden my hand started to move, demonstrating that I still did not have control over my body.   My fingers went to the back of Crystal ’s skirt, finding a zipper tucked beneath a seam.   I gripped the zipper and slowly my hand traveled the length of Crystal ’s ass, unzipping her skirt from underneath her.   As my fingers passed under her, she grinded harder and harder against me, forcing the zipper (and my fingers which held it) against the crack of her ass, bringing louder moans from her.   My index finger slid along her backdoor a few times before continuing to strip her of her article of clothing.

 

Finally I reached the bottom of her skirt and the zipper slipped from the track, so that the back of her skirt was completely open.   My hand stayed under her as she tugged on the top of the khaki material, dropping the skirt on the floor.   My fingers played along the inside of Crystal ’s soft thigh while my other hand was made to reach around her and grip one of her breasts.   My fingers drifted up to the front of her panties, slipping under the thin material and gently playing along the lips of her pussy beneath, her heat radiating onto my palm.

 

All of the sudden Kendra interjected.   “ Crystal , we must hurry and perform the test before Mother grows impatient and is upset with us.”

 

Crystal sighed, obviously wanting to force my fingers into her cunt with all of the might she could muster out of me.   Slowly my fingers began to penetrate her.

 

“ Crystal !” Kendra objected.

 

Grunting with frustration, Crystal eased up on her lap dance, which had made my pants moist with my own precum.   My fingers slowly slid out of her panties and out from under her.   Crystal was not the only one who was frustrated.   My penis slowly started decreasing in its firmness as the hot 17-year-old got up from my lap and turned to address Kendra, her bare breasts bouncing with her insistence.

 

“Can I at least perform the test this time?” Crystal asked.

 

“You know that since I’m the oldest, I get the first taste.   If you continue to learn, Mother might let you go first next time,” Kendra answered.   Crystal didn’t seem happy with the arrangement, but she did not continue to argue.   Instead she dismounted the bench and stepped over to a more open part of the elevator.   My leg swung over the repositioning my body to face her.

 

Kendra also stood up from the bench, pulling my unbuttoned shirt from my back, and she stepped between me and Crystal, who was now a few feet away standing there wearing only her panties, stockings, and shoes.   Crystal folded her arms around her naked breasts, pushing her boobs against her chest and pouted while glaring at Kendra.

 

Kendra stood in front of me, putting her hands behind her waist and slowly unzipping her skirt until it fell around her ankles and she could kick it aside.   She bent over and her hands rested on my knees, propping her up as she looked into my eyes and gave me a perfect view of her cleavage – her luscious breasts hung there, only supported by her stretched bra.

 

“Here’s the game plan,” Kendra said as her facial expression, once innocent, started to morph into a sly grin.   She lowered her voice to a whisper, “We are going to suck you, fuck you, and do everything you ever wanted the hot little schoolgirls of your fantasies to do to you.”   She licked her lips.   “But this will be no fantasy.   It will be hell, because as much as you will want to, you will be prevented from blowing even a drop of your cum anywhere.”   Both of the girls were smiling widely as I looked on in terror.

 

Kendra slowly undid my pants as Crystal knelt down and took off my shoes.   My body lifted itself enough so that Kendra could pull off my pants and slide my boxers to the floor.   After stepping out of my shorts, my legs spread themselves and Kendra knelt on her knees in-between them.   Kendra took my now only half-erect dick into her soft hand as Crystal stepped behind her, pulling the brunette’s hair back to reveal her beautiful cleavage.   As Kendra slowly began rubbing my cock with her hand, Crystal reached around her chest to remove her bra.   As the radiantly white material fell from her chest, Kendra’s breasts only fell slightly forward before hanging firmly off of her delicious body.

 

Kendra lowered her head and extended her tongue to take a lick of the precum that had made my groin moist.   “Mother was right,” she said, “he IS ripe!”   Crystal bit her lower lip and slipped her hand under the front of her panties, seemingly picking up where I left off while her other hand worked on one of her dazzling breasts.

 

Kendra wrapped her tongue around the underside of my dick, licking me back to the base and giving my balls a light suckling.   My cock grew to full length as she licked back up to the tip and then swirled her hot tongue around the head.   I began to moan as Kendra took my dick into her juicy mouth.   She slid her tongue along me as she started thrusting her mouth down the distance of my erection.

 

I began to moan as I felt my balls tighten.   I began to wonder if Kendra might have been wrong in thinking that I wouldn’t cum.   She kept pounding her face onto my dick, and I was sure that I was going to surprise her by blowing my load into her pretty young mouth.   I could feel more and more semen rush into my dick, but nothing came out!   Again and again I felt my cum flowing into my penis, and pressure started to build at the tip, which would not allow even a drop to drizzle out.

 

Trying to fight what was starting to turn painful, I looked at Crystal, who was now laying on the floor pounding her fist into her young pussy.   All of the sudden her whole body shook as a mighty orgasm ripped through her body and she started to slow her pace.

 

Wishing that I could feel the same release, it felt like my dick was being stretched by the pressure of my cum kept inside of it, as more and more of it flowed from my balls.   Kendra sped up even more until I started grunting at the tension.   All I wanted to do was squirt my load into this succulent teen’s hot little mouth, but my body would not eject its own cum.

 

Finally Kendra released my cock from her mouth, strings of saliva and precum trailing from her lips.   The head and half of the shaft of my dick was now purple from all the blood and semen flowing to it, my veins bulging out of my member.   Kendra extended her hand to grasp the tip and gently pulled.   In response to her, my cock mysteriously grew at least an inch and a half.   I screamed at the stretching of my flesh, and Kendra finally seemed satisfied with my length, which was now at least 9”.   While the extra length had brought some relief by easing the pressure a bit, my need to cum did not subside, and I doubted that the girls were through with me yet.

 

Kendra stood up and was joined by Crystal, who had now recovered from her orgasm, and they both waved a hand over me.   My body obeyed and laid me down on the bench, my huge prick standing straight up in the air.

 

As Kendra stood by my cock and slowly stroked it, Crystal bent down and lightly kissed me before saying, “I just brought myself to an awesome orgasm, and now I’m going to fuck you until I have another one at least as big.”   She paused.   “This might take a while, so prepare yourself for a long ride.   I’m not the easiest girl to please.”   Her smile struck a fear into my heart, and I knew that her pleasure was my torment.

 

With that, Crystal slipped off her panties and kicked off her shoes.   She then sat on my stomach, her legs on either side of me and the juices leftover from her previous orgasm dripped onto my skin.   Looking me in the eye, Crystal lifted her feet one at a time to the top of my chest, letting me gaze along her leg and into her pussy as she slowly slid the sheer material of her stockings down the distance of her elegant legs.   This girl was torturing me by giving me a wide open gaze into her magnificent cunt and not letting me cum.

 

When she was completely naked, Crystal stood up and took a few small steps back to position herself directly over my dick, which pointed straight at her steamy depths.   Slowly she lowered herself onto my pressured cock.   Even at my new length I slid right into her hole, which was well lubricated from her orgasm.  

 

Slowly Crystal lowered herself until she was practically sitting on my balls, all of my dick inside of her.   She wiggled her butt, grinding her pussy against the base of my dick and my mouth dropped as once again my cum started flowing into my cock, though a drop never left my body.   Crystal quickened her pace and was soon pounding herself on my engorged member, her short breaths coming with each thrust.

 

Meanwhile, Kendra had slipped off her panties and walked over to me.   She slowly raised one stocking-covered leg over my head and lowered it on the other side of the bench.   I looked up to find myself staring at a shaved pussy which glistened, even in the faint light.   The edges of Kendra’s pussy were extremely puffy as a clear liquid slowly dribbled out of her and ran down her leg.   Kendra’s hands began sternly rubbing her breasts and her eyes closed as she was clearly enjoying stimulating her own arousal.

 

As Crystal continued pounding on my aching dick, slowly my hand crept up to touch Kendra’s thigh where her nectar had begun to flow.   My fingers wiped some of her wetness and then came to my mouth, where my tongue licked off her juices.   I was confronted with a taste even better than that of Crystal ’s breasts, and eagerly hungered for more.

 

Kendra made my hand reach up again and start to rub the front of her cunt, her body quivering at my touch.   Then slowly two of my fingers penetrated her swollen pussy, working their way around inside of her.   I could hear Kendra groaning as she made me insert a third finger, and then a fourth, and start working my way in and out of her sex.   Soon she moved my thumb directly to her inflamed clit, where I began flicking her soft-spot back and forth.

 

As I continued to work her pussy, Kendra’s strength began to fail her, and more of her weight was being put on my hand, which she kept under her, supporting her stunning body.   Soon her cum began trickling down my arm to my elbow before dripping to the floor.   Her body began to shake, and as Kendra began to come to orgasm, I felt Crystal bear down on my dick, slamming all of her bodyweight onto my throbbing cock, and yet still I did not cum.   I put more and more force onto Kendra’s pussy and her muscles clenched my hand, trying to suck it into her.   In a similar fashion, Crystal ’s cunt gripped the bottom of my dick and began squeezing with a strength that made my dick go numb.   Her pussy milked my prostate, forcing all my available semen further and further into my dick, pushing against the tip which had somehow been plugged.

 

I began to scream at the top of my lungs as the pain radiating from my groin became unbearable.   Kendra and Crystal paid me no mind, however, as they experienced orgasm after orgasm, showing me again and again what I longed to do myself, and they soaked my crotch and my arm in the process.

 

As the girls’ orgasms began to subside, a fog-like air strangely crept into the elevator.   Suddenly the dark silhouette of a female appeared in the fog.   As the smoke cleared, I saw a woman, perhaps the age of 27, standing dressed in black leather high-heal boots which stretched along the outside of her legs up to her garter, which she wore without any panties, her clear-shaven pussy very visible.   She also wore a black leather bikini-style bra, which was pulled beneath her two plump, round, luscious breasts.   Her black hair and olive skin matched her attire, and she began to walk towards the three of us, my hand still gently working Kendra’s pussy, and Crystal still gently gyrating on my dick.

 

The mysterious and alluring woman first walked over to Crystal .   “Mother,” Crystal groaned.

 

“My girls,” the woman answered, lifting Crystal off of my painful penis, which popped out of her cunt as she dismounted me.   The woman plunged her hand into Crystal ’s pussy, making Crystal jump, and began to lick her fingers.   “Is he ready?” she asked.

 

“He is prepared for you, Mother,” Kendra answered, slowly removing my hand from inside her, letting it fall to my chest in a puddle of her cum.

 

“Yes,” the woman hissed with approval as she spotted my swollen and painful dick.   Her hand lightly played over the shaft as I grit my teeth and groaned.

 

The woman turned and in a puff of smoke a high stool appeared beside the bench.   She sat on the stool, spreading her legs so her marvelous pussy rested on the round surface.    “Joseph,” she said looking over my body which was wet with the two teenagers’ juices.   “I am Kylie, an ageless goddess of young sirens, among whom you have already met my daughters, Kendra and Crystal.   It was when you first heard their voices, even as softly as whispers, that you were put under their spell.   They exist for my pleasure, to lore men such as yourself into the position that you now find yourself in, painful as it may be.”

 

Kylie slid off the stood, her pussy trailing along the top, and she came to kneel beside my head, looking into my eyes, and starting to massage her breasts which were only inches from my mouth.   “But I have good news for you,” she continued, a look of pity and empathy coming over her face.   “I am your release.   I am your fulfillment, and all of that sizzling hot semen trapped inside of you will be consumed by my body.”   Kylie stood, putting her shaved cunt right above my head.   “My pussy will work you like you’ve never been worked before.   So get up,” she continued, “and start fucking the hell out of me.”

 

All of my sexual energies burned for Kylie and the sweet release that she promised.   All of the sudden I felt that I had control of my body again.   I stood up, exercising the freewill which had been returned to me, and stepped aggressively toward Kylie, who backed up until she was against the wall.   I could feel her warm breath on my neck as we were only an inch apart, and I looked down at her.   Forcefully I kissed her, letting my mouth play over hers, sucking her lip and intertwining our tongues.

 

Slowly my dick drifted against her exposed pussy, making her sigh with pleasure as I felt a wetness leak onto my pulsing dick.   “Make me cum,” she whispered, “and your torments are over.”   I slowly but firmly slid my cock into her steamy sex.   My hips began trusting into Kylie in a steady rhythm, bringing forth “oohs” and “ahhs” from not only her but also both of her daughters watching us.

 

Soon my speed had increased, and my balls were slapping the underside of Kylie’s pussy as I fucked her harder and harder.   All of the sudden Kylie jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my torso, the leather of her boots gripping my naked skin.   As I forced her harder and harder against the wall of the elevator, she pulverized my dick with her pussy, falling again and again upon my massive rod.   Kylie’s large breasts bounced against her frame as I pushed repeatedly into her depths.

 

All of the sudden Kylie started shrieking as I felt her fluids flow all around my dick.   Kylie’s cunt abruptly grabbed my dick, squeezing it several times and all at once my cum was released from its prison.   Again and again my steamy cum leapt from my cock only to be swallowed by Kylie’s body, which not only milked me but sucked at all of my semen which had been kept contained by her daughters’.   The experience was so intense that I began to fall to the floor, and soon I was laying on my back with Kylie on top of me, her pussy still devouring my semen.   Time after time, my body sent spurts of my cum into her as my vision started to fade and I blacked out.

 

When I came to, I was still laying on the floor of the elevator.   I opened my eyes, the lights above me sending pain through my head, though I couldn’t feel any other parts of my body.   In the quiet of the elevator I heard the smacking of lips and when I looked towards my feet, I saw a gorgeous, young, 16-year-old redhead kissing and licking my once-again erect penis.   Behind her stood Kylie, her cunt and thighs shimmering from her massive orgasms.   Kendra and Crystal each sat at her feet embracing one of her legs and desperately trying to lick the remaining nectar from her skin.

 

“Welcome back, Joseph,” Kylie cooed.   “It’s normal for our men to loose consciousness.   I just can’t seem to find any that can keep up.”   She smiled.   “Oh, meet Fiona.”   The redhead looked up at me, my cock buried in her mouth.   “I hope you feel some satisfaction in contributing to the number of my offspring.   She will continue to use your body to train herself in pleasing men, so that she might better serve me.   But don’t worry, she won’t get anything out of you.   I have drained you of all your seed, and you will not be able to cum for days, until your body replenishes itself.   In the meantime, Fiona will learn what stimulates you and gives you pleasure, using that knowledge in the future to allure men who are attracted to her assets.   I’m sure you’ll enjoy her education…if you can stay awake.”

 

With that, my back involuntarily arched due to Fiona’s efforts, and my vision started to blur again.   Every nerve in my body was firing, alerting me to my still-intense state of arousal.   But soon this feeling also began to fade as Fiona sucked and slurped by cock and I blacked out again.

 

The next thing I heard was a the sound of metal on metal from the direction of the elevator door.   I looked around me to find myself clothed again, and propped up against the side of the elevator, my briefcase sitting beside me.

 

“Don’t worry buddy, we’ll have you out of there really quick,” I heard a masculine voice say on the other side of the doors.   “You’re lucky, only being trapped in there for 15 minutes before we could get to you.   The other guys were in there close to an hour.”

 

Fifteen minutes?   I had to be in there longer than that!   Then the thought hit me: perhaps it was all just a dream.   An intense dream to be sure, but maybe I just fell asleep when the elevator lost power.   I concluded that this must have been what happened, and was more than happy to get out of the elevator and begin my day at the firm.

 

Yet I did find it strange that for the rest of the week I could not blow my load when my girlfriend and I had sex – that had never been a problem before.   She didn’t complain, however.   She said I seemed larger than ever, and I sent her through orgasms mightier than she had ever known.

 

My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

However,just as I was about to do so,a handsome young stud had walked right through me and over to Mary,who had looked at the male stranger with a smile on her face and asked,"Were you being followed?"

"No,I wasn't followed.I've made sure of that.",answered the handsome stranger,after he had placed his gentle hand on Mary's cheek and just before they had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips.

Then,after he had undid her bikini top and placed his hand inside the bottom half of her swimsuit to carress her hot,wet pussy,Mary had allowed him to start licking on her firm breasts,placed her lips next to his ear and whispered,"Oooohhhh,yeeeessss!I want you to do it,Gene!I want you to fuck me like you would fuck your wife!"

That was when I had dropped the swimsuit,looked around the room and discovered that the visions were gone,causing me to realize that it must've been the food that I had eaten on the plane-ride over here.

However,just as I was about to go through my sister's stuff one more time,there was a knock at the door,causing little curious me to go over to the door,open it and see a stoic man hold up a police detective's badge and say,"Miss Lucy Saget,I'm Detective Jerry Boxleitner,NYPD Homicide.I just wanted to welcome you to our fair city,offer my sympathies for your loss and see if you were alright."

And then,after I had let out a sigh of relief,I had placed my hand on my chest and said,"Well,Detective.I do want to thank you for your welcome and sympathies.As for checking to see if I'm alright,you could plainly see that I am.Is there anything else I could help you with,Detective?"

"No,Ma'am.Not right now.",answered a concerned Jerry,after he had given me a card with his name on it."But if you're able to come-up with anything else,just feel free to give me a call.The number is underneath my name."

But then,after he had lift the apartment and I had closed the door behind him,I had turned towards the box of Mary's stuff,took a deep breath and hope to God that I would never go through another one of those shocking visions again.

But after I had picked up one of her NYU text books,another vision had suddenly appeared before my eyes whether I want it to or not.

This time,it was inside a place that had looked exactly like a college professor's office and even though the words on the door were backwards,I was able to read the name--Gene Harden--and the title--Professor,NYU Sci-Med Department--on it.

Just then,there was a knock on the door and a voice from somewhere behind me had said,"Come on in!Door's open!"

And after the door had opened,I was shocked to discover Mary standing right in front of me with a nervous look on her face and asked,"Do you wish to see me,Professor Harden?"

"Yes,Miss Saget.I do wish to see you.",answered the mysterious voice,after I had turned around and discovered that it was the same Gene that she had that rendezvous on the beach in the last vision."Please,do come in and sit down."

And then,after she had stepped into the office,closed the door behind her and sat herself down in a chair in front of his desk,a small-smiling Gene had gotten out of his seat,walked over to my sister,placed his hands on her shoulders and said,"Now,Miss Saget.It has come to my attention that you were having some difficulty in understanding the attraction between a man and a woman.Am I corect?"

And after she had taken a deep breath,my poor reluctant sister had started tweedling her thumbs and answered,"Yes,Professor Harden.You see,while I was taking a short-cut to my next class,I had suddenly heard some strange sounds coming inside the music building.I've took a peek inside and discovered two of my classmates having sex with each other.At first,I've thought that you have to be married to allow such things to happen."

"Well,Miss Saget.That's where you were wrong.",said the understanding professor,after he had moved his hands down to my sister's very own breasts,which had suddenly became firm by his touch."You see,you really don't need to be married to hve sex with an adult male.And if you'll allow me to,I shall demonstrate that little theroy to you."

And with that,both my sister and her professor had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips,just before they had taken all of their clothes off and placed their nude bodies on the floor and Gene had started licking all over Mary's body--all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her stiff mounds.

"Aaaahhhh!Professor Harden,what are you doing to me?Plase don't do this!I don't want it!Stop it!Oooohhh!Please,Gene!Don't stop!",said Mary,after she had placed her hands on Gene's bare shoulders."Yeeeessss!That's it!Do it,Gene!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!"

And while I was watching them having sex with one another,I had suddenly noticed the look on Mary's face that was suggesting that she was experiencing something that she had never experienced with anyone other than herself before,for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then,after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch,a sexually-energized Mary had placed her hands on Gene's bare arms and yelled,"AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT'S IT!DO IT,YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then,after they had started moving harder and faster and their lovemaking has reached its final college semester,the two newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then,after they were both finally able to catch their breath,Mary had placed her head on Gene's chest,let out a sigh and said,"Oooohhhh,Gene.That felt ssssoooo gooood.I just wish that we could be together forever."

"Believe me,Mary.I'm wishing for the exact same thing.",said Gene,after he had gently placed his hand on her head and just before they had snuggled-up to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then,a sudden knock at the door of my sister's apartment had caused me to accidently drop the book on the floor and the visions to disappear again.

However,after I was abe to pull myself together and walk over to the door,I had opened it and my eyes had grown as wide as saucers,for standing right in front of me was Gene Harden,my sister's lover himself.

"Hi,you must be Mary's sister,Lucy.I'm Gene,one of Mary's really good friends.",said a smiling Gene."I've heard that you were in town to put her affairs in order and figued that you might need some help.Can I come in?"

And after I had cleared my throat and allowed him to step into the apartment,I had closed the door behind him,walked over to him and asked,"How long have you known my sister?"

"Oooohhhh,it has been since she had first arrived at NYU and discovered that with the right amount of help,she would've became one of the top minds in the Sci-Med field someday.",answered Gene,just before he had noticed the look of suspicion on my face."May I ask why are you asking?"

And then,after I had placed my hands on the box that still had Mary's stuff in it,I had taken a deep breath and answered,"What would you say if I were to tell you that whenever I take something out of this box,I see visions of my sister having sex with one of her college professors?"

The only response that I had gotten to that question was a hearty laugh and these words,"I would honestly say that you were out of your mind.Trust me,Lucy.There's no possible way that such a scenairo would ever happen.Okay?"

But then,after I had said 'yes' to that question and touched his friendly hand,another vision had appeared before me,which has the two lovers inside my sister's apartment.

"YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVED ME!YOU SAID THAT WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED!",yelled a very upset Mary."YOU WERE LYING TO ME,WEREN'T YOU?!JUST ANOTHER FUCKING DUMBASS LIE!"

"LOOK,MARY!YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!I REALLY DO LOVE YOU!",yelled Gene,after he had plaed his hands on my sister's arms."IT'S JUST THAT I'M NOT READY TO LEAVE MY WIFE YET!AND I'M AFRAID THAT SHE WERE TO FND OUT ABOUT OUR AFFAIR,IT'LL CAUSE HER TO DIE OF HEART FAILURE!"

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME,YOU FUCKING PRICK!OR I'LL PICK THE PHONE AND CALL THE POLICE!",yelled an angry Mary,just before Gene had accidently caused her to hit her head against the kitchen counter,which had killed her instantly.

That was when I had pulled my hand away from Gene's,pointed at him with my shaking finger and said,"You did it!You were the one who killed Mary!"

And after he had realized that I had somehow discovered his secret,Gene had looked at me with a sinister stare on his face,pulled off the drape cord and said,"Yes,Lucy!I'm the one who killed your fucking bitch of a sister!But you should've looked at it this way!I've done you and the rest of the world a favor by killing that skanky cow and tossing her fucking body right into the goddamn fucking river!"

And then,after he had discovered that I was pinned against the wall and in-between the counter and the refrigerator,an devilishly-gleeful Gene had slowly moved himself closer towards me and said,"But since you're unable to see that,I guess that I have no other choice,but to do the rest of the world one more favor!Say goodbye forever,Bitch!"

But then,just as he was about to wrap that drape cord around my throat and start choking me with it,I had opened the refrigerator door and smacked him in the face with it.

And while he was laying on the floor and crying out in pain,I had opened the apartment door and ran out of that horrific scene as fast as I possibly could,only to have him grab me in the stairwell,forced me against the wall and start choking me with his bare hands.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SO SMART,HUH BITCH?!WELL,GUESS WHAT!YOU WERE WRONG!YOU WERE ALL WRONG!",yelled Gene,while my entire life has started flashing before my eyes."YOU!MY WIFE!YOUR FUCKING SISTER!YOU DESERVED TO KILLED!EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING BITCHES!YOU DON'T LOVE ME AND YOU NEVER WILL LOVE ME!NOT NOW AND NOT EVER!"

But then,just as I was about to die due to lack of oxygen,someone had shot a gun and killed Gene,causing him to let go of my throat and drop dead on the floor.

And then,after I was finally able to catch my breath,I had looked up and discovered that my rescuer was none other than NYPD Homicide Detective Jerry Boxleitner,who had just told me that he had a pretty strong hunch that it was Gene who had murdered my poor sister and decided to tail him to see what other dark secrets he has hidden from the entire NYU faculty.

Then,after he had helped me get back on my feet,a confused Jerry had looked at me and asked,"Thre's sill one little detail that puzzeles me.How were you able to figure it out?"

And after I had realized that if I were to tell him about the visions that I had seen,he would be unable to believe me,I had just taken a deep breath and answered,"Let's just say that I have a special connection with my sister."

THE END!

The shadow watched her, one hand resting on a column as it leaned against the marble. Diandra had been here for a long time, several months. Disappearing for a day or so when she was needed in the Fae Realm, but always, she returned. In the months she had been staying at The Bloody Rose, she had grown from the small child she had appeared as and grown into a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her form was small, but only a blind man could not notice the curves that she had. But she had still not regained her memories of her former lives. Everyone had hope that some day she would remember, but everyone also realized that it was something that would happen in its own time.

Diandra turned again, but a hand pulled the silk sheet over her body, allowing the darkness only a brief glimpse of the soft flesh beneath.

It was that brief glimpse that caused a soft growl and sexual energy to emit from the shadowy figure. This did cause Diandra to wake up, her silver and azure eyes glowed softly as they looked around the darkness. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

The figure raised a hand, the lights in the room turning on, casting a dim, warm glow over the room. Merriec stepped away from the column, smiling strangely. Diandra sat up slightly, holding the sheet close to her body, a soft blush to her cheeks. “Hello, Lord Merriec,” she said as she glanced around the room. “Is something the matter?” Merriec shook his head, his black hair gleaming in the dim light. “Then why are you in here?”

Merriec was suddenly on the bed, his face so close to hers that he could feel the warmth of her lips. “Ma belle fleur (My beautiful flower), what reason do you think I have for being in here? You.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as one of his hands gently tugged at the sheet she clutched to her chest.

“L-Lord Merriec. I don’t-“

“Shh, Diandra. I won’t hurt you. Je ne ferais jamais cela a’ vous (I would never do that to you). I gave you my memories from your past life. I wanted you to see how I loved you, and respected you, hoping you would remember. I could not stand to think that you could fear me. Je souhaite seulement vous me rappeler nous (I only wish for you to remember us).”

Diandra’s eyes began to tear, “Merriec, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried, I really have. I just can’t remember. I know how much you loved Shailiha-“

Merriec placed a finger to her lips. “Je vous ai aim’e, Diandra. Je toujours (I loved you, Diandra. I still do). I value your friendship. I cherish your beauty. Within and without. I told myself that your friendship love was all that I could ever want or need, but when you died, I felt as if I’d cursed us both by not giving in to my true feelings and desires. Chaque nuit, je r^eve de vous (Every night, I dream of you). I dream of what it would be like to make love to you. I even have nightmares of holding you as you die again, still having never known what it is to have been with you. Please, Ma Fae. Make one dream true, and make sure the other never comes true again. Permettez-moi de donner ceci aux tous les deux nous (Allow me to give this to the both of us).”

Tears slid down from Diandra’s eyes as she kissed the tip of his finger that rested against her lips. He leaned in and kissed her tears from her cheeks as her hands moved to his face. Merriec’s hands slid to her shoulders, his palms moving over her soft skin as he caressed the silk off her shoulders.

Her hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him slowly, sensually, her tongue sliding against his.

Merriec’s hands moved over her back, his fingers spread so that he could touch as much of her as possible. Her hands moved to his shirt, slowly pulling it up form his waist, he reluctantly raised his arms, the soft growl in his throat relaying he did not like that lack of contact his body had with hers, but she had the shirt off him before a heartbeat sounded within her chest and his hands were moving over her body once again in exploration.

He nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving to her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, eliciting soft moans as his touch caused them grow harder.

Diandra’s hands moved through Merriec’s dark hair, her fingers tightening slightly. Merriec pulled the sheet away from her body and sat back. His gaze locked with hers, seductive possession swirling in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to lower, taking in the sight of her naked body before him.

He smiled at the soft blush that covered her body. He loved how it made her areolas and nipples a darker pink. He noticed that she kept one leg bent and leaning over the other, concealing her womanhood.

His palm rested on her bended knee. He couldn’t believe how perfectly his hands rested against her body, as if she was created for him and his touch alone.

Merriec laid down on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly moving it inward, until his fingers were brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, his gaze moved back up her body to her face. He smiled, his hand gently caressing her creamy soft skin. She returned his smile, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He turned his head at the last instant and kissed her palm. “Je vous veux, Diandra. Tout le vous (I want you, Diandra. All of you).”

She smiled to him, love shining in her eyes. While Diandra did not have the memories of her past lives, she had no doubt in her mind that she loved Merriec. Since the first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had felt a strange pull to him from within her soul. Merriec had shown her nothing but patience, tenderness, caring, and love since that day he appeared on the rise in Mongolia . “Merriec, I give myself to you. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.”

The conviction and tenderness that was in those words touched the deepest recesses of Merriec’s soul. He kissed her passionately; the fire and passion within that kiss seared her to her very core. His hand slid from her thigh and cupped her, his palm pressing against the moist warmth as he slid a finger gently inside her.

They both gasped. She from his gentle invasion. He from the wet fire that gripped his finger so tightly. Her body moved slightly, sliding his palm against her as his finger moved deeper. The soft moan issuing from her made him pull back from the kiss slightly. “Ma belle fleur(My beautiful flower), if you continue like this, Je ne pourrai pas se commander (I will not be able to control myself).” He smiled and leaned over, grazing his teeth over her breast, teasing her nipple before he gently sucked on it, his finger moving slowly within her.

He didn’t slide deep inside her. He wanted to wait a while longer before he brought her that instant of pain before the pleasure rippled through her body.

“Merriec,” Diandra whispered, “mark me as yours. Please. Take my blood and brand me as yours.”

He slid his finger out of her, the pressed two into her entrance, she gasped again, feeling his fingers stretching her. “Si est ce ce que vous voulez vraiment (If that is what you really want).” She nodded, and he smiled, lifting his head and moving his lips to her neck.

“No. Not there. Not yet. I want you to do it here,” her hands gently guided his head to her left breast. “Please, Merriec. Here. On my breast. Over my heart.”

He tenderly kissed her breast before his fangs skimmed over the gently swell, searching. She moaned, her sheath tightening around his fingers as he pulled them back more, he didn’t want her to lose her innocence to his probing fingers.

He sank his fangs into the soft creamy swell of her breast. The taste of her blood reminded him of spiced wine. The very essence of her was intoxicating. Her hips moved slightly, trying to take his fingers deeper, but he wouldn’t allow that. His palm grinded gently against her as he slowly released the endorphins into her body, keeping the sensations to a minimum. He wanted all of her their first time. He wanted to give her pleasure, and have his own.

Diandra moaned, her arms cradling his head as he sucked gently. Her breathing was slightly ragged as she fought to keep her moans low. He sent a strong burst of pleasure through her body, making her body jerk and a soft scream to sound from her.

He pulled his lips from the wonderful taste of her blood, his tongue moving over the wound, healing it, but leaving a faint scar. He had done as she had asked, and now he would do more.

He brushed his lips over her stomach, slowly making his way lower. Relishing in the texture of her skin, the warmth, the taste, he was in Heaven. Everything about her made his blood heat.

He nibbled at the soft mound between her thighs and she gasped, her body tensing. “Shh,” he said as he moved his body between her legs. His gaze met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against her, sliding over her, tasting her.

She groaned, her hips moving against his mouth as he slid it deeper, tasting more of her. He felt and tasted the juices coming from her. He loved it. He wanted more. He slid his tongue along her lower lips, his tongue probing and swirling over her.

She moaned, her hands sliding through his hair, her body arching into his mouth. His tongue moved faster, driving her to moan and scream as juices flowed from her. His tongue moved to lap at the nectar, taking every drop that he came forth from her.

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste what he did. Something he desired from her.

She moaned softly at the taste, and then placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him until he was on his back. She smiled, her fingertips gently moving over his chest. She caressed the scar there as she stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against it in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the soft kisses that were so innocent, and yet not. He couldn’t help but think she was in his mind, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

He felt her fingers grasp the waist of his pants and pull them slowly down. His member sprang from the fabric and his breath hitched. He had wanted this for so long. He opened his eyes and smiled. He had wanted her.

Her gaze met his and held it as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along the length of him. He smiled and moaned at the sensation. She smiled, her head lowering until he could feel her warm breath over the velvet tip. He held his breath.

Slowly, her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling against him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked him. Her fingers rising to meet her lips, then back to the base, driving him mad with desire. His hips rotated sliding him deep into her mouth. He wanted to be completely inside her.

She felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat and moaned, the vibrations making him gasp. Then he nearly screamed as he felt her take him deep into her throat, her gaze never wavering from his. She swallowed, her muscles tightening around him, making him scream in pleasure once more. One hand moved to her hair and gripped it gently, pulling her head against his thrusting hips. She didn’t try to make him stop, if anything, her tight mouth and swallowing urged him on.

He felt the build-up inside him. His hips thrust faster as he moaned. He tried to tell her, he wanted to, but as he watched her, looking into her glowing eyes, he could only manage a moan of pleasure before he felt himself release, spilling his seed down her throat.

He fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. Diandra sat up, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his member before he pulled her face to his for another searing kiss.

Merriec wrapped his arms around Diandra’s waist and turned so that he lay on top of her, covering her body with his own. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he just lay there for a moment, letting their bodies mold to one another.

She smiled softly, her legs rising as the arch of her foot molded against the curves of his leg. He felt her center pressing against him. Merriec smiled, sliding a finger tenderly down one side of her face. “Ma belle fleur, I want you to know that when I enter you, it may hurt, but only for a moment.”

Diandra nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders for comfort and support. “I understand, Merriec.”

Merriec slowly eased into her, clenching his teeth against the pleasure as he felt how tight her body was around him. She moaned, feeling him stretching her, filling her as no one else could.

He pressed against the proof of her innocence and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to him. “Diandra?”

Her nails pressed against his skin in anticipation. “Go on, Merriec.”

With one sudden, solid thrust he broke through the thin barrier, she cried out softly and her nails broke through a layer of his skin, but he liked the small amount of pain.

He waited a moment, then kissed her as his hips began rocking gently as he moved within her.

Wet, hot velvet gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to move faster.

Merriec’s lips moved over Diandra in exploration. He noted her every reaction. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around him, tightening, pulling him deeper inside.

His hands moved down her sides then cupped her buttocks, gripping them, he moved faster, harder, driving deeper with every thrust.

Diandra screamed softly, pulling her nails over Merriec’s back. Something hard brushed against her chest as he moved, sending electric sparks throughout her body, only adding to the pleasure he was giving her.

Merriec moved faster, unable to think. All he was aware of was the pleasure and Diandra, the source of the sensations rippling through his body.

Diandra’s screams of pleasure grew with Merriec’s. He looked into her eyes and she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He smiled as he moaned and leaned down, licking her neck lovingly before he sank his teeth into her for a second time.

He let the chemicals flow freely into her as he thrust his hips against her. Her screams rising in pitch as the pleasure of his bite and the full force of her orgasm hit her.

Her body clenched, gripping his as she screamed. The force of her sheath around him made him climax at that exact moment, filling her with his warm juices.

His body began to relax, but hers did not. She was still under his spell, his fangs buried deep in her jugular. He groaned, slowly decreasing the endorphins that pumped into her until her body relaxed.

Reluctantly, he released her from his bite, making sure a faint mark remained on her neck after the wound healed. She had given herself to him, and he would keep her for as long as she wished to stay. And any vampire’s gaze to rest on her neck would see the mark as bright as a new brand, and know not to touch her without permission. Hers or his.

She groaned softly and he rose slightly, looking down at her. Smoky pleasure filled her eyes as he gazed into them. “Yes, Diandra?”

“Something’s shocking me. ” Her hand moved over her chest and brushed against a small metal object.

Merriec felt the chain against his neck shift and he looked down. Shailiha’s ring rested against Diandra’s chest, glowing softly. “It is your ring. J’ai ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste en le gardant (I have been selfish in keeping it). I was to give it back to you when you returned to me.”

With those words, he untied the chain and slid the ring from it. He smiled as he placed it on her left hand, the same finger she had pulled it from before when she gave it to him.

Diandra gasped and tensed, her eyes flashing white as lightening. She sat up and looked around, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Merriec, that was why I couldn’t remember! I placed my memories in the ring I gave to you!” She sat up and hugged him, holding onto to him tightly, as if she hadn’t seen him in an eternity.

  Merriec returned her embrace with just as much love and happiness. “Je suppose que je ne devrais pas avoir ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste, non? (I suppose I should have given it back sooner, no?)” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck and lying down, holding her to him as they drifted to sleep.