As we heard my little sister rummaging around downstairs, Mommy called to her through the white bubbles she kept burping up from all the semen in her tummy, telling her to come up when she was ready. I was almost ready to pop again, so I (or was it my other self? I couldn’t tell anymore) forced her face back on my penis and pushed down her throat. When I heard her choke and moan at the same time, the cum already in her stomach spilling past her lips, I lost it and began filling her throat for the third time. I was so proud of Mommy when she tried and tried to swallow more, but she just couldn’t fit any more in there. It started to gush from her nose as her eyes rolled backwards as she came, and I pulled out to spray her down again. I loved seeing Mommy coated in cum, sitting on her knees while shaking in delight, all the while holding her bloated tummy.

After a few minutes, we heard my little sis coming up the stairs to check on me. When she got about halfway up, she stopped, and I smiled knowing she’d encountered the smell of what we were doing. It might have grossed her out under normal circumstances, but this was full of the same pheromones I’d used to turn Mommy into my new toy. A few tentative steps later, she was at the door, her voice almost dreamlike as she opened it to reveal the scene.

She was only a year younger than me, but with brownish hair and eyes like Daddy. About three inches shorter than me, she was about as skinny and was even further away from maturity than I was. Her school uniform, the same knee length plaid dress, white cotton button down shirt, and knee socks I had to wear just added to the image of innocence I found hard to resist.

I knew I had to let her be the one to make the first move, give me signs that what I wanted to do was what she wanted too. It was all part of the entrapment. Thinking back, I probably should have been worried about these thoughts and the use of words I hadn’t really known before, vulgar or otherwise, but it seems so trivial now. All my attention was focused on the confused look of undefined desire that was firmly planted on my sister’s face.

She looked at Mommy and me, and I knew she could only see what she was prepared to. That’s how no one had been able to see how huge my tummy had been his morning. She walked in slowly, seeming to try and form words but fighting through the fog her mind was in now.

Mommy was too full of cum to talk, having coughed up just enough to let her breathe but the sticky slime still coating her vocal chords, so I greeted her first. It was probably as surreal as one could get when I asked her what I missed at school. I didn’t really care, I just needed her to stay and get a nice, big lungful of what I later learned were called aphrodisiacs that hung in the air. I didn’t really have to worry, as I got half muttered sentences and a glazed look that fixated on my boobies. I smiled at her and moved in, slowly pulling her towards me and getting no resistance. When I kissed her like I had Mommy, she just stood there and let me do it. After a bit, she seemed to figure out what to do, pressing back and even adding her own tongue to the mix.

It was so hot, I could barely stand it. But I had to. Mommy had been exposed for hours, and I had no idea how quickly the higher concentration would fully bring my little sis under my control. I pulled away and asked if she’d like to try kissing Mommy. The dazed half grunt seemed to say yes, so I brought her over. Mommy got up on her knees, bringing her face about to my sisters, and I watched the two of them make out. The cum still on Mommy’s lips would accelerate the change, and the way she smeared the coating on her body all over my sister’s face and clothes had me aching for another cum in moments.

Then I saw Mommy put her hand on her stomach, above her full womb, and press down. A rush of my cum flooded from her mouth and into my sister’s, causing her to gag a bit as Mommy held her tightly, keeping their lips together. Needless to say I was very upset. I pulled Mommy away roughly, throwing her to the ground before taking her place and pushing on my sister’s stomach, forcing her to regurgitate most of what she had swallowed into my own mouth.

Thankfully, the look in her eyes was not of fear, but of insatiable, if unrecognized, lust. I apologized to her for Mommy’s behavior, and told her I’d make it up to her soon enough. With that, I turned to Mommy and looked at her angrily. The look she returned reminded me of a disobedient dog knowing it was in trouble.

I knew she was merely trying to help me in the seduction as she promised, but I still had to teach her that she was not to do anything without my permission. A wicked idea crossed my mind. Now that her stomach had room, I told her that her task was to clean the bed of our past love making. She had to clean it all up using only her mouth, would not be allowed to cum till I said so, and before I wanted to use it again, or she would get a real punishment. She went to work immediately, the sounds of her slurping up my semen and both our girl cum filling the room as I turned back to my little sis.

She was rubbing her hands on her crotch through her skirt, confused as to what to do but a complete slave to her body’s need to do something, anything. I instructed her to undress slowly for me, and she did, seeming to realize my and Mommy’s pregnant bellies for the first time as she unbuttoned her shirt. When she stood there naked before me, I let her touch my tummy, and told her to kneel down to kiss it. She did enthusiastically, even stopping to lick my bellybutton clean of my cum.

If it was gonna be this easy to spread my lover’s genes around, every woman in town fit for childbirth would soon be just like me. I loved it.

I felt my penis shift again, and I knew it was reforming to fit the new breeding mare (new words and phrases again) I was about to fill. I heard my sister gasp before I felt her small hands wrap around the shaft. I was a bit sad I couldn’t see my penis past my belly, but the look on her face was priceless.

I reached down and pulled her up, pushing her so that she set her hands on the bed frame, her tiny butt pushed out towards me. We watched Mommy still slurping away for a few moments (she was making good time) before I told her to reach back and make sure I hit the right hole. I had an enormous load brewing, and her womb was getting every drop.

She did as she was told, and I felt the tight, wet lips of her unused kitty rubbing against the head of my penis. I remembered how much it had hurt my first time, so I knew I somehow had to convince myself to go slow. The first push got a groan of pain and pleasure from my sis, the second and third got the same. I kept pushing a bit harder each time, telling her to spread her lower lips before I finally, after at least a minute of trying, got the head to move in most of the way.

She was so tight I had to concentrate on not blowing right then and there. I hadn’t even gotten the head in and I was ready to fill her as never before. I pushed harder, again and again, till the head popped in completely. She groaned again, more in pain this time. I told her to play with the little nub atop her kitty, and the stretching of it by my penis made the button easy for her to find. I felt more and more wetness around my penis, and I kept pushing and pushing. I hit her virginity, making her squeal as I had. I held her in place for a moment, letting my precum wash over the barrier for a bit to lessen the pain.

After a minute or two of hearing Mommy still slurping, I thought it best to get it over with quickly, so I pulled back suddenly and rammed through. She squeaked through clenched teeth, but I knew she had liked it more than it had hurt. The remains of her torn virginity helped me as I slid slowly but surely further in, finally coming to rest against her cervix. Letting my precum build against it as well, I could feel it loosening around the tip, slowly opening up to let me through.

She screamed again, this time in orgasm, as the rest of my penis slid into her womb. I pulled her back, exposing her tummy to Mommy, and showed the woman who had borne us both the large bulge my penis made in her youngest daughter’s stomach. I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch around because of my own bloated womb, and gave her another sloppy kiss before letting her go and beginning to ram into her mercilessly.

I called her all kinds of dirty names, the kinds of names normally not said to a family member. I told her she was my bitch now, and explained all about how I was gonna make her bear my babies for the rest of her life. I told her how her breasts would grow out to make milk for them, and she’d cum as our babies suckled them and I filled her womb with another batch. I told her she’d beg for it every time. Judging by how hard she kept cuming, I was pretty sure she loved the idea.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and letting her scream her joy, lifting up one of her legs and placing the ankle on my shoulder. She braced herself as best she could, trying to reach down to my tummy as she begged for my seed but being forced to hold on for dear life through the force of my thrusts.

I could see Mommy was clearly having trouble slurping up the rest of the cum, probably another cup or two, as her belly filled back up, but I gave her an incentive. If she finished up before I did, I’d let her hear me impregnating my darling little sister, and maybe cum at the same time.

It did the trick. Mommy forced her stomach to hold more as she sucked it all down. I could see it pooling in her mouth, blocking off her airway because there was nowhere for it to go down. I called her over to me, my sister still screaming in ecstasy beneath me, and let her drool as much as she needed to into my hungry mouth so she could breathe. No more, though. I wanted her stuffed full. I couldn’t put a plug in her throat, so I had to keep an eye on Mommy to make sure she was well behaved.

She then moved and put her ear against my sister’s tummy, moaning in joy as if I was pumping her as well. It was too much for me. My hopes to hold it back just a little longer were dashed when I heard my sis tell Mommy how happy she would be to be knocked up like this. I screeched in ecstasy, telling Mommy just in time that she could cum too, before the first squirt flooded my sister’s womb.

It was even better than when I’d impregnated Mommy. My toes curled and my hands left large bruises on my sister’s skin as gush after thick, sticky gush rushed into her. A pure eternity of bliss unlike any I’d experienced since my own impregnation, and perhaps greater. I wondered if it was just me getting better at it, or if it was that she was a virgin. I couldn’t tell which I wanted more.

I watched Mommy through the stars I saw, shaking hard as her head was pushed outwards by my sister’s rapidly expanding belly. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to pull her out of the position she was in and put her on her back on the floor. It might have gotten really painful otherwise as her belly kept getting bigger and bigger.

Mommy actually started to get a bit worried that I might hurt, or even kill her. The size of her belly was already almost as big as ours, and I was still coming. Something told me she’d be fine, and it hadn’t let me down yet, so I told Mommy to be quiet and help me finish.

She reached around beneath us, still wearing that concerned mother look, and began stroking my kitty and running her nails across what little of my penis was not buried in my sister. The inflow of cum increased again, and my sis grunted from the stretching. She looked absolutely absurd now.

I finally stopped cumming shortly afterwards, and looked in amazement that my sister’s womb bulged obscenely from her body. She rubbed her hands up and down it, staring in amazement at the perfect orb that had contained my massive orgasm. I felt a little jealous for how much she’d gotten.

Then it started. Mommy and I could see it. My sister’s eyes rolled back and she started cumming again as she saw her newly matured eggs being fertilized by the hundreds. We put our hands on her, the image flooding our brains as well and driving us to orgasm along with her.

We didn’t even think to wonder how she’d be able to go to school, much less walk, like this. It seemed such a secondary concern. Daddy would be coming home soon. I had no idea how he’d react to the pheromones or to this scene, but I knew it would be an experience to remember.

Hello… I’m Samantha and am a prisoner for eternity… I recently came across a book and was able to record my story in it. If there is anyone out there… please never let the same fate happen to you… run, and never stop running, otherwise you will end up like me…

It was a normal day like any other, my dad was at work, my mom had finished unpacking for the moment and was taking a nap, and my little brother was outside playing around… We had just moved out of Arkansas and were in a small town in Colorado somewhere… My friends threw me a surprise party a couple days before and we all got drunk and had a great time… I know it’s illegal to drink at my age… but it’s alright if I only do it once and for a special occasion… isn’t it?

I still remember that night… there was something on the news about a missing kid somewhere in our town and I was making out with my old boyfriend, Derrick, he was such a nice guy and never pushed me to do anything… but for some reason I think he didn’t mind me leaving…After the party and games and all that, I “thought” I had sobered up and decided to take my friends home since I was the only one with a car and the others had walked over and since it was so late, I didn’t want anything to happen to them with all the thugs and sick freaks out there…

While we were in the car, my friend or as we nicknamed her “Rubber Ducky” because of her squeaky voice, was really serious and kept telling me that I was still not fit to drive, if only I had listened to her and gotten yelled at by my parents for being late, maybe non of this would’ve happened. Down the road, I accidentally went on the sidewalk and heard a thump, thinking that it was probably just a skunk or rock, I kept driving and went back onto the street, acting as though it was an accident since I had been talking with them while driving.

[SoZXXX] (masturbation “scene”)

Anyways, I was starting to feel kinky and since I knew no one would barge in on me, began to undress myself in front of my mirror. I always thought my body wasn’t as great as the school sluts, but personally, I was happy as I didn’t have guys always trying to get in my pants all the time. I slowly and gently placed my hand on my shirt over my left breast and caressed it, knowing I would be plenty horny soon, I took off my clothes as not to get any stains on them. The cool breeze felt great as my nipples hardened immediately.

I made my way to my waterbed, picturing that my boyfriend Derrick was carrying me gently, I seemed to flow over there and flopped down onto it back first, as the waterbed tried to even itself out, it seemed to suck me in slightly, brushing against my nipples, then letting me go free.

My hand slowly made it down to my most precious belonging and I massaged myself, moving my hand up and down, back and forth, feeling my juices start to flow. I felt myself loosen up as I relaxed, and slowly inserted a finger inside of me, gently moving it I and out as I closed my eyes and let my hand do its job. I then inserted another finger inside of my now soaking wet gem and moved slightly faster. I pressed my thumb against my clit and started to apply pressure while moving it in circles, I was quickly going into an orgasm from pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, I felt something that wasn’t my own doing and it felt like someone else had their hand up against me, the hand was slightly rough but smaller then mine and I quickly assumed it was my brothers, opening my eyes with a glare though, I didn’t see anything. I quickly assumed it was my imagination and continued what I was doing…

I felt it again, but this time I was convinced that it was my imagination and continued to play with myself, slowly moving faster and faster, soon I was commanding it. I told it to insert a finger into me, and it did as I said I told it to give me the best fuck ever, and I soon felt four fingers rammed into my pussy as the thumb pressed against my clit with every thrust, I could feel it getting deeper inside me until suddenly it hit my Hymen and I had the best orgasm I had ever had in my life, my juices squirting out in all directions as I quickly picked up the towel to wipe up the mess I had made, I had had the biggest orgasm ever from some strange force of my own will!

I quickly though realized it wasn’t my imagination, and as I looked down, I was horrified as a hand sunk into my bed, seeming to make little gestures with its fingers as if it was waving goodbye…

　

I jumped off my bed when I saw this, and quickly changed into some clothes while going downstairs to find that my mom had woken up and was getting ready to make an early supper.

“Mom, I can’t sleep on the waterbed” I whispered to her

“Why not sweetie?”

“you’ll think I’m crazy if I told you…”

“well, alright then, you don’t have to sleep on it but if you don’t want it, your brother can have it.”

“NO!” I yelled, making my brother in the other room look away from his videogame and cock his head to the side as he gave me a funny look

“Well then, what should we do with it?”

“I want dad to empty out all the water in it…”

“but why?”

“I… I… I think there’s something inside it…”

“well why didn’t you just say so?”

“I don’t know…” I lied, thinking about what had just happened…

“well, I’ll have your father take a look at it when he gets home…”

“thanks mom!” I said as I went outside for a walk, trying to calm myself down as I told myself it was nothing…

　

Later that night after supper, my dad took off the covers and told me there was nothing in there… I started to think that I was crazy and begged him to at least empty it out to be sure. When he did empty it out, there really wasn’t anything on it and he told me that because I was freaking out over nothing, I would have to sleep on the couch while the waterbed was re-filled and heated up.

That night, I had strange dreams about how the hand came out of a wall, and slowly grew bigger and manifested into a body, and finally became Derrick and he was completely naked as he came towards me… suddenly though I felt something cold up against my lips and woke up, only to find that somehow, I had managed to slip off my nightie and had a piece of wood from the detachable broom near my golden bodily treasure.

The next Morning, I got a call from my friend Jen who had been with me the night of the party saying that Derrick had been cheating on me. Soon I was in tears as I went up to my room and got in my waterbed which had heated up over night. I screamed into it “that fucking bastard!” and went about the day mumbling vulgarities relating to him as I walked around the house and did my chores.

When I finally went to bed, I felt the familiar hand brush in-between my legs multiple times from within the bed itself. Even though I thought I knew what it was, I couldn’t care less, and finally out of the anger and irritation of knowing what it was, grabbed the hand and clenched it in my hand to the point where my own hand started to hurt. As soon as I let go, the hand stopped all movement and seemed to disappear as I went to sleep…

While I was asleep I had a strange dream about how I was asked if I wanted Derrick dead… I kept saying yes no matter how many times it said “are you sure?” or “you realize the consequences, correct?” and then suddenly I woke up as I felt a burning feeling on my chest. As I clenched my chest, the burning feeling spread through my whole body and finally stopped at my pussy. Then suddenly everything went black, as I passed out…

The next day, my little brother was going to a sleepover at a kids place. The kid was named Ben or something but I really didn’t care as I had too much on my mind between the dream, my ex boyfriend who had been cheating on me, and the strange hand… Around 6:00 P.M. or so, my parents said they were going out to eat and wouldn’t be back for a few house and I quickly took advantage of the time I had when they left…

As soon as I knew they were out of the driveway and wouldn’t be coming back, I remembered my mom’s saying about how a glass of wine clears the mind and the soul. My parents had never let me drink alcohol because I wanted to but my mom would occasionally let me take a sip of wine from one of her glasses when she poured a glass as she thought it was perfectly fine and she “wanted to refine my taste.”

I poured half a glass of red wine into one of my mothers wine glasses she collects and headed upstairs to start the bath. As soon as the bath was filled I added a bubble solution and sat in the warm water as my body had a fizzy sensation all around it as bubbles started to form…

My nipples started to become hard as I could no longer see my body over all the bubbles and I took a sip of the wine as if I was one of the actresses on T.V. Suddenly my cell phone rang as Jen called me again, I quickly jumped out of the tub, covered in bubbles and answered the phone as I heard sobbing on the other line…

“Jen what’s wrong?”

“Sam… I know… I know that you and Derrick don’t get along after I told you what happened but… but…”

“Jen, what’s the matter?”

“Derrick got in a car accident last night and was hit by a car full of drunken idiots while he was riding his bike home!” She sobbed

I gasped as I thought about the dream that night… had it really been true? No… it was simply coincidence… wasn’t it? “That’s… horrible…” I mumbled as I looked down at the ground which was now soaked form the dripping water…

“well… I have to go… but I wanted to let you know…” she said as she hang up…

I quickly ran over to the tub to get back in as tears started to form on my face and I suddenly tripped, knocking the glass of wine into the tub… “Dammit” I yelled as I made sure I didn’t strain anything…

I started to say shit to myself as I looked around in the tub full of bubbles to a futile attempt to find the wine glass… “if it had gotten damaged, mom will kill me, what’ll I tell her? Ohh mom, I broke your wine glass, no mom, I only had half a glass!” I thought to myself as finally I decided that if I got into the tub, I would probably find it.

As I got into the tub, I was surprised to find it wasn’t even a slight shade of red and soon found the glass by my foot in the tub. As I lifted it up and inspected it, I found that there was a crack in the side running along the length of the glass and automatically knew that I would probably get caught when she saw the glass…

　

[SoZXXX2] (lost virginity)

I held the wine glass up to make sure there was only a crack on it when suddenly Wine fell from the ceiling it looked like and filled the cup and the crack disappeared. I shrugged and thought to myself that I must have been traumatized at the news and went to take a sip from the glass. When I took a large gulp of the wine, I thought to myself that it tasted strange… like… like… I suddenly choked and began to spit out the “wine” and dropped the glass as I realized I had tried to drink blood!

When I dropped that glass into the water, it instantly turned red and I felt as if I was held in place by a force I didn’t know anything about… I suddenly had the urge to look up, and as I did, I saw what appeared to be a child who was 13 or 14, I suddenly took a closer look, and saw droplets of blood coming out of its mouth! With each droplet of blood, I realized that the red water became thicker and thicker until suddenly, I knew inside, I was in a bath tub full of blood…

I screamed to no avail as the child suddenly got into the tub and its true nature became revealed, his skin was rotting and part of his face was drooping as his jaw was crooked. He has a mangled arm and I couldn’t see below his waist, but had a feeling he was completely naked… slowly, the thing seemed to sink deeper then the tub until finally it was face to face with me, I let out another scream as it said in a raspy voice. “You have ruined my life and you killed me, I have granted you your wish, now you owe me your body as payment…”

As I calmed down slightly while listening to him, I saw that he looked exactly like the child in the picture on T.V. and I instantly froze, “m…m, my body?”

“yes”

“No, you can’t control me!” I screamed as I suddenly felt as if the tub was deeper

‘I don’t need to control you…” He said as I could have sworn I saw a smirk appear on his face

Before I could respond though, I felt as if the tub was filled with millions of large worms that were being pulled upwards and my whole body was being massaged and groped by the strange tentacle-like creatures. I let out a slight moan as I felt one seem to twist around my nipple and nibble on it.

Even though my body felt more and more relaxed, and even more kinky then ever before, I knew it was wrong and that this violated all the laws of nature as the strange worms worked their magic… Suddenly I felt one at the entrance to my ass and started to shake my head no and screamed “NO!” as I felt it ram itself up my as if it were shot out of a gun. I felt as if I was going to throw up as the strange worm went deeper and deeper inside my Asshole, never slowing down as if there were no bends or any fecal matter in there… Suddenly I felt it enter my smaller intestine as the undead boy in front of my suddenly approached me.

As I felt the worm suddenly enter my stomach and stop, my tummy seemed to grow wider as if it were growing inside me and I suddenly gained control of my arms again. As I reached behind me to pull it out though, I noticed that the worm was now the size of a baseball and I suddenly felt what at first was another worm come in contact with my treasure that had never been unlocked…

I looked up to see the zombie boy basically face to face with me and he ordered me to kiss him, I immediately said no but as soon as the word came out of my mouth, I felt the Worm suddenly go deeper inside my asshole and grow rigid as it started to bend my insides, I quickly shouted “yes” due to the horrible pain it was causing and it relaxed… I puckered my lips and went to kiss the rotting lips as suddenly, the strange worm entered me and the boy suddenly came extremely close to me as his over-grown nails clawed into my breasts and he kissed me, blood filling my mouth as I started to choke nd scream at the same time…

The pain was horrible as I knew what had just happened and realized that it wasn’t a tentacle that had entered me but the rotting Penis of the young boy… He started to claw harder into my breasts and the pain was so unendurable that I passed out…

　

　

Thank you for reading, I know the sex parts of this story kind of stank but part two is much, much better, I’ll only post part two if enough people want me too though…

I’m male and I am NOT single, so please don’t ask…

            Assessing his surroundings he found himself in the fair company of luxurious furnishings; the trimmings on the chair at the vanity expertly carved and upon the wall a painting of the Renaissance, one he himself might have seen painted.

            His ears listened for sounds down the hall, but the stillness assured him that all were asleep, even the evening servants.

He sunk into the shadows beyond the moonlight, only his smile catching the brilliant light as he studied her, not breathing, not beating, not blinking; staring in silence at his passion, his pleasure, his prey.

            Her eyes snapped open and rolled around in their sockets.  She had heard something, she knew she had, she must have.  Her ears pulled back and listened intently, but nothing in the night moved.  She heard the soothing sound of the wind whipping over the forest below outside her window.  The satin sheets resting over her naked flesh rustled and brushed against her, tickling her lightly, driving her back to sleep.  Nothing.  It was nothing.

            He sensed it; she had woken and was now skirting the edge of dreaming once again, so he rushed forward, at her bedside before the curtains could fall back into place.  She was faced away from him and he reached out and stroked her back with the tips of his fingers until he heard a gasp from the other side of the pillow.  Her chest began to heave, her nipples hardening as she rolled over to face her molester.

            She looked up, terrified of finding a scuffed up convict or some masked stranger standing above her, sharp blade held ready, glinting with sanguine hunger in the light of the moon; instead she found a striking, bright white face staring at her longingly from above dark, elaborate dress.  No blade, she felt better, if only slightly.  His hand moved from her back to her side, resting just below her breast, as he locked eyes with her.  Almost instantly, and with a great ease that frightened her, she felt a tingle in her stomach and released her fear.  His eyes told her that she desired him.

            She felt her lips part as his hand moved up her breast, his thumb passing over her pastel pink areola and onto her stiff nipple, beginning to rub her gently.

His thumb drew circles around her nipple, and his fingers began to play with it, rolling it playfully back and forth, and tugging on it slightly; his long fingernails dragged over them, causing her to close her eyes and breathe deep, even as his palm flattened against her chest and began to squeeze her whole breast, pulling it between his fingers, and bringing it up to his mouth, where he sucked it in and let it slide back out with a pop.  He brought his head down and planted little kisses all over her two bountiful mounds, lashing his tongue against them, eliciting faster and harder breathing from her.

His tongue ran circles around her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, his teeth playing on them, biting them, pulling them; she felt warmth between her legs and the moistness begin to build when he stopped without warning.

            He looked down at her, a bit of saliva caught on his lip as he rose up.  He closed his lips tightly together and smiled, and then lowered again, this time to her lips as he kissed her tenderly.  Her tongue parted his lips and met with his tongue and they danced inside each other’s mouths until she ceased to move.  Her lips grew tight around his and the muscles in her body tensed as her tongue slowly traced its way along his front teeth, feeling the rounded edge of his incisors, and then the protruding, razor length of his canines.  She licked the tip of it and felt her tongue begin to bleed.  He lost control and sucked her tongue deep into her mouth tasting the blood and shivering as it coated his throat.  She pressed away from him and he let her fall back against the mattress, curling her sheets up around her.

            “Oh God, who are you,” she whispered.

            “Not God, I assure you that.” He laughed.  He glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, checking how much time he had for games. “The name is Lance of Essex, circa 1500 A.D.”

            “Are you mad,” she cried, her breathing growing hard and heavy, her words catching in her throat.

            “Why, no I’m not mad at all, in any sense of the word.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “In fact I’m quite pleased.  I have been wandering on this world for quite some time now, and have found you to be the companion I wish to have at my side into the twilight of eternity,” he said with a gentle smile.

            “Oh God, you are mad.  I’ll scream, I swear I will!  They’ll hear me!”

            “Don’t trouble yourself.   I’ll leave,” his lips curled up, bearing his fangs, as he fell atop her, bracing himself inches away from her pulsating flesh and quivering lips, “If you really want me too.”

            The scream she threatened was welled up in a ball somewhere deep in her belly as her eyes fell into his once again and she felt that overwhelming calm descend on her again. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she said, barely a squeak.

            “I wouldn’t dare.”  He raised up again, and reached along his side, drawing from his vest a knife.  She gasped and held her breath as he took the blade and drew it slowly across his forearm, never taking his gaze from her.  The slightest trickle of blood was caught on the blade which he licked off with unquestionable pleasure.  In moments the wound healed itself and she released her breath, her mouth hanging agape.

            “You-“

            “You too, if you would like; if you will permit me.”  He lowered his arm and tossed off his coat with a grandiose flourish.  “Life eternal.  Beauty, youth eternal.  For the smallest of sacrifices, a bit of blood.”

            “I can’t.” She was breathing fast and hard now, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she felt lightheaded.

            “You yearn for it!  I know it.  I can feel it from you.  You want this as much as I want you to have it.  I can free you from your nightmare, from all your nightmares and we can have it all!”

            “But-“

            “No.”  He put a finger to her lips and kissed them again, feeling her relax beneath his touch.

He began to kiss lower, her chin, her cheek, her jaw, and her neck, her throat.  His lips parted and this teeth spread over the soft flesh of her inviting throat.  He positioned at her artery and let just the slightest unresisted prick draw two drops of blood from her.  Feeling her final submission into his arms he drove his teeth into her throat, releasing a rush of hot blood into his mouth.  He drank deep with every burst of sweet fire that rushed from her until the pulsing weakened and he began to suck every last drop from her body, growing cold then in his arms.

            It didn’t hurt-- at all.  It felt like a pleasure beyond all words as she felt those two deadly fangs pierce her skin and release her blood, like a tidal wave, from her neck.  As he sucked it out of her she felt as if every heartbeat was one overpowering orgasm, even as she faded into the darkness of death, her mind reeled with the boundless pleasure of having the blood sucked out of her by her very own vampire-knight.

Her body relaxed, her eyes closed, and her mouth was left hanging loose.

He drew forth his knife again and pricked the end of his finger, allowing drops of blood to drip into her mouth and flow off her tongue and down her throat.  She began to stir and awoke with a start, her brown eyes turned an icy blue.

            The blood down her throat burned seductively and brought her out of a slumber that felt like a thousand years of relentless orgasm.  The room was no longer so darkly shaded and she could see her dark suitor in ripe relief.  He laid his tongue out for her which she took into her mouth, drawing her newly developed fang along it, releasing a torrent of blood which she sucked hungrily on.

            He moaned in ecstasy as his princess of the night bit down on his tongue and sucked it straightaway into her mouth.  He reached around her squeezing a fistful of her soft ass and drawing his finger lightly over her soaking pussy.  He pulled back his tongue and licked his lips.

            “We must go, now.” He took her hand and led her to the window where the faintest dash of dark blue could be seen painted across the horizon as the sun readied itself for the morning.

            “But how will we get down?”

            “Hold onto me.”

            She wrapped her naked self around him as he floated out of the window and skirted over the forest, away form the rising sun.  The warm summer wind felt magnificent on her bare flesh, flowing over her delicate skin like silk.

            “Where are we going,” she asked him.

            He smiled, “Away from the cities and cars and trains.  For now.”

            She recognized the lights of London and soon the English Channel.  They sailed past massive cruise liners full of people playing shuffleboard before they flew past the Eiffel Tower.  The light was growing steadily on the horizon as a castle with blue topped towers came into view, nestled against a cliff in the mountains of Spain.  They dropped onto a ledge on a cliff below the castle.  Lance lifted up a stone, a few tons at least, and motioned for her to step inside before him as he closed it behind both of them just as the sun broke out for the dawn.

            To their right the end of torch flared up as Lance drew it up from its iron holster.

            “This way.”

            He took her hand and led her through a damp, stone tunnel with a low ceiling they both had to bend down under to pass through.  After a small bit of stooped walking in the curving shaft, a soft light appeared along the side of the stone wall.  They turned the corner into a room built into the very rock of the mountain.

            On the other side of the room, directly in front of them, was a massive four poster bed with gold trimmed pillows and the fluffiest of comforters.  There was no fireplace or anything of the sort, but the room felt warm nonetheless from the combined heat of the hundred or so red and white candles around them.

            “Where…where are we?  What is this,” she asked as she edged cautiously inside.

            “An old sub-dungeon.  A secret place for the original residents to hold those they didn’t want found.  There used to be a hidden stairwell to the main building, but they sealed it up after suspicions arose.  No one knows that it’s here.”

            She looked at him with a smirk, “What? No coffin?”

            He threw back his head and laughed harder than one might expect.  He walked over to an old table and pulled off his vest, tossing it onto an old chair.  He eyed her as his hands began to undo the buttons on his shirt, moving with a deliberate slowness, taunting her as he revealed, inch by inch, a perfectly chiseled chest down to the rolling hills of flesh that were the muscles on his stomach.  He let go and the shirt fell and hung down around his pants where it was tucked into the sides.  He reached behind him and tugged the shirt out of his pants and threw it to the floor, raising his arms out to his sides.

            “Lilith.  Come.”

            She raced at him, falling to her knees in front of him, and reaching up, digging her nails into his flesh, drawing beads of ruby blood from his chest.  She sprung to her feet and closed her mouth over his wounds, licking the slowly dripping blood into her mouth.  He moaned; there was still a touch of warmth from her surrendered life on her lips.  She stepped back and spread a hand out on his breast and pushed him back against the bed, there falling to her knees again as she tried to pull his long boots off, finally resorting to break the buckles and tear the leather.  His skintight pants, unabashedly revealing the outline of his eager penis, were the last in her way.  She struck out her fingernails and shredded the fabric, tearing the pants off in tatters as his cock sprang free into her hands.

She let it brush over her face as she moved up, planting violent kisses down his stomach, his pelvis, and up his shaft until she took the raging hard cock into her mouth.  Her lips quivered as she tasted the precum on her tongue and quickly discovered that she could take him all the way into her throat.  She swallowed with his cock down her throat and he grasped the sides of her head, thrusting ahead, deeper.  She pulled her head back, took a deep breath, and began to rapidly rock her mouth back and forth over his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she created a warm, wet suction around the whole thing.  He grabbed a mass of dark hair and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face until his body went rigid and he began to cum, shooting his hot sperm down her throat.  He withdrew slowly as she sucked the last drops from his limping dick, squeezing every last white drop out onto her tongue to swallow.

He grabbed her shoulders and tossed her onto the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her hips to the edge as he did.  He pulled the soft lips of her pussy apart and gently, almost curiously licked the outside.  In moments her pussy started to glisten as her juices began to flow.  He pushed his tongue in a tiny bit and felt it, the barrier.

He chuckled, “A virgin.”

“Yes.  For you.”

He smiled, “Every day, from hereon to eternity, a virgin.”

She grew alarmed, “No!  It’s yours!  Take it, please!  I need it!  I need you inside me.  Fuck it out of me!”

He laughed softly and brushed a few hairs away from her cheek, “No, you need to understand.  We are at the start of every night as we were when we died.” He ran his hand down her side. “And so you shall be a virginal goddess at the start of every waking night.”

She glanced around in confusion, “What if I don’t sleep?”

He laughed again, “You will sleep.  We all sleep.  Now lay back.” He pushed her down with the tip of a finger and dove back into his work.

His tongue fell between the folds of her vagina and traced their way around, tensing and relaxing Lilith at the same time.  When the wetness from deep within her began to drip out and onto the floor his tongue lashed out and drove deep inside her pussy, swirling around, teasing and touching every inch it could before pulling out and going back in again.  Her moans followed one after another, increasing in rapidity and he withdrew his tongue and set it to her engorged clitoris, spreading his tongue over her whole pussy and licking up and over her clit eliciting a loud, animalistic groan that reverberated throughout the stone room.  His tongue drew circles around it, flicked it; he nibbled and teased it; he traced each cursive letter out on her even as she mashed her pussy against his face, her thighs closing around him and her hands digging into his skull.  But a Vampire needs no air and he journeyed on, never pausing, never ceasing his skilled barrage of centuries’ honed tongue fucking until suddenly her body arched and a vicious scream escaped her lips as she orgasmed, drenching his face in her warm juices.

She released him and collapsed, her hands between her thighs as she curled up on the bed, giggling softly and manically as she came down from the high.  Lance rolled over against the bed and lifted a bit of the comforter to wipe his face.

He heard her breathing steady and the bed creak, and then a hand on his shoulder.

“I need you, now,” she panted.

Lance flew up to her side.  Still weak from her powerful orgasm, her legs fell open lazily as he crawled between them; his cock was suddenly hard again.

She grabbed him by the neck, “Don’t tease me, fuck me.”

Lance bit his tongue eyeing Lilith dangerously as he raised his hips and slid his aching member down her belly, through a small patch of soft pubic hair, and then slowly along her pussy, lubricating it with her flowing cum.  She gritted her teeth as she waited for him, feeling his chest expand between her hands as he inhaled, feeling the thin layer of sweat forming on his body.

He thrust forward, tearing through her virginity without mercy and filling her hungry cunt with his engorged cock.  Lilith breathed a faint scream and clasped her arms around his back as she felt the pain of her shredded hymen course through her body.  Slowly he pulled back and thrust in again, and again, and again.  The pain began to pass and she began to feel a powerful elation and incomparable pleasure as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy.

Lance grabbed her hands, and held them up behind her head with one hand, taking her neck and jaw with the other and twisting her face up and away as he fell forward into her throat, driving his teeth into her and sucking deeply on her flesh and blood.  Lilith began to pant and squeezed her eyes shut as she encountered wave after wave of preternatural pleasure.  His cock was a never-ceasing force, slamming into her, pounding a seemingly infinite bliss through her as his mouth sucked her neck, his tongue flashing over her wounds, tickling nerves she never felt; his undulating torso rocked against hers, and an aura of pure sexuality poured out of him into her.

The vampire blood of Lilith infused into his experienced body gave him power he never imagined.  His cock began to grow inside of her as it filled with her blood, pushing against the sensitive walls of her pussy, driving deeper and deeper, slamming up against the very back of her vagina, filling her whole; his thrusts came faster and harder as his freshly fed muscles reached a powerful level of invigoration.  With absolute precision he pulled all the way out of her and thrust all the way back in, over and over and over.

She pulled him close to her, as if she was trying to pull the whole of him inside her as she moaned ever louder and started to buck wildly, pushing her hips up against his.  Without warning she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him on his back, his teeth tearing from her neck.  She clasped a hand over the wound and waited for it to heal and then dove at his neck and sucked her first blood meal from him.  Finished, she raised up, tossing back her hair, and digging her fingers into his chest began to bounce forcefully on his cock, her passion cream dripping over his balls and matting the hair at the base of his cock.

Their moans filled the room as she fell against him, wrapping her arms around him as he lifted his hips, jackhammering her pussy with such power that in moments she cried out, orgasming violently, squirting her hot honey all over his cock; Lance followed immediately thereafter, thrusting his cock all the way inside her, his pleasured howl cracking a mirror on the wall, and sliding his body over hers as he shot his sticky load deep inside her.

With gritted teeth and ragged breath he rolled off of Lilith onto the sweat soaked comforter.  He was still half blacked-out from the orgasm, but as his senses came back to him he slid of the bed and onto his knees at the edge, pulling Lilith’s hips with him.

She reached out a hand, “No, please, my God, no more.”

“Relax,” he pushed her hand away and spread her legs.

He immediately found what he was looking for.  Her pussy and thighs were covered in her virginal blood and his tongue made an uncontrolled launch for it, lapping up every spattered inch and finally closing on her blood and cum soaked cunt and sucking every last sweet juice out, forcing a cry from Lilith.

When he was done he leaned back and wiped his lips with the discarded shirt lying next to him.

“Are you quite finished,” she asked him with a smile.

“For now.”  Lance stood up and lifted Lilith into his arms as he tore the comforter off the bed, revealing white silk sheets and placing her back down.  “We’ll sleep now.  When night comes we raise and feed.”

He laid next to her and smiled.  Lilith reached out a finger and stroked his fang.  “And we do this-“

“Every night,” he returned, “for eternity.”

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

 

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

 

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

 

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

 

“Hi-ya Sal; I’m downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

 

“Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back.

 

“I’d love to see you; Tomorrow?” She suddenly knew a desperation that he would say yes.

 

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.

 

Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.

 

Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.

 

If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but the only information it gave was number withheld.

 

“Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She at last, settled on a black cocktail dress, cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.

 

She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.

 

“Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.”

 

It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for a man to rock her boat sufficiently to become something of a partner. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment; it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego, the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of her conquests had managed to make her come, managed even, to get her to orgasm, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had in truth, been rutting, in the purest sense; fucking themselves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay or the niceties of sex, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way, like his cock was an umbilical chord; that suited her desperate need at the time.

 

Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind, she had been devastated, the overwhelming sexual charge was replaced by a feeling of bereavement. She had thought that this was it, her life partner had arrived, never to leave; she couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.

 

Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up if she was to make the impression she hoped to. The rummage though her bag of collected hues and colours left her wanting, but it would have to do.

 

Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept with her drying hair in rollers.

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Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.

 

His laptop running on the top of a sideboard announced that he had mail with a chirrup. It was nothing important and was quickly read then deleted. He checked his web site and answered a few enquiries about his newly launched software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.

 

He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.

 

They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him, the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it. Now it was out there against the opposition, the users who bought the licence didn’t seem to have the intelligence or aptitude to really make the programme sing as he had designed it to do. It left him feeling somewhat deflated or disappointed in the end result, but knowing fundamentally, that it was the customer who failed to grasp the nuances of his work; Their loss.

 

During the latter stages of completion, Josh had become quite ill, his Doctor referred him on to a psychiatric consultant who had warned him; vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown; his choice.

 

He had collided into Sal on the second or third day of his enforced break, literally knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took his proffered hand to help her up, was electric and he instantly knew that he wanted to know her, body and soul.

 

Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other. She had a self-depreciating manner of telling her life history, it was infectious; Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.

 

He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.

 

Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.

 

Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next classroom popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.

 

“Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them and have them for dinner.”

 

“Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just removing her head and shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.

 

The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.

 

Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to heart conversations during their meal breaks; it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery. The irony wasn’t lost on Sal, she was the one without a man, but it was Anne who was the more miserable of the two friends.

 

“So what you gonna wear?” The question was an abrupt change of direction in the flow of conversation.

 

Sal described the cocktail dress she had planned on, but her very description and her lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home; the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long.

 

“Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I’m late.” It was apparent that Anne dearly wanted to go with Sal to hit the shops by the animated way she used her hands to enforce her words.

 

“Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t a feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out. Sal’s recollection of how her father had ruled her mother sprang to the forefront of her mind

 

“Your man, Trevor, needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.” She continued.

 

“I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot, at least for now.

 

After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent store that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line dress, with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every penny.

 

They coffee’d at one of the many new outlets that littered the mall, then went their separately ways to their respective homes. Anne, hurrying to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late, Trevor hated her being late; Sal, to pretty herself up and create a vision. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet. Both of them hurried to satisfy the hungers of a man, but in very different ways.

 

She was ready by six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting by preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had hobnail boots on.

 

He was fashionably late; Ten minutes past seven; blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe in nervous anticipation of her evening ahead.

 

She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.

 

“Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.

 

“I’m easy.”

 

“Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home. They left her apartment arm in arm, down the quasi-ornate stair well to the street.

 

He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name or the outside appearance suggested. After a very good meal and a couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement and cool air.

 

Conversation during dinner had flitted from subject to subject and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them.

 

“Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady.

 

“Sal…” He started, but then stopped.

 

“Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”

 

“When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.

 

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.

 

“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.

 

“What?”

 

“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.

 

They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.

 

“Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

“I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.

 

Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could hear something soft playing.

 

He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.

 

Sal...” He started “There is something you should know about me.”

 

“You’re married!” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him. It didn’t occur to her that she might be considered the bitch in the triangle.

 

“Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she might if impaled on a spike.

 

“You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.

 

“No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”

 

“For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously; trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.

 

“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.

 

“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.

 

“I…I mean…I change physically…sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.

 

“Ha ha ha! So you’re a fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.

 

“Well…yes as a matter of fact...” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.

 

“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am; A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”

 

“You’re serious aren’t you…?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.

 

“…So, why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”

 

“I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be more than casual lovers with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the Priest to offer prayers for his soul as he made his way to the gallows.

 

“What do you mean, watch them grow old?” Sal was some way off of getting a handle on what Josh was trying in his fractured way, to tell her.

 

“I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a sugar plantation in Jamaica.”

 

“That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.

 

“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. By comparison, what I am is nothing. I am considered a horror, but what this world has to offer is pure evil; by comparison, I’m a minor offence.”  He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.

 

“Well…” Sal puffed out her cheeks while she struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts.

 

“…So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.

 

“I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, by the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”

 

“Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no hope of order.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.

 

“I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to fuck me until I pass out. The rest… I can think about later...” She lifted her eyes to search his face.

 

“…But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”

 

He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up by, then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her Chanel No 5 perfume faintly caressed his sinuses; she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.

 

“I really trust you Josh; don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.

 

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Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms by her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.

 

He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge by comparison to her smallness; he lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.

 

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued the travels of his lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

 

Bending now, almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

 

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

 

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked in a blue maze across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

 

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted still in a standing position as if she were no more than a feather. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

 

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

 

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

 

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

 

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.

 

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair with claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her essence into his waiting mouth. 

 

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

 

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

 

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his proportions, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old. She almost giggled at the quip.

 

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

 

“Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and desperately needed him to fuck her.

 

Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

 

It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic rocks and thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she craved. Her pelvic thrusts were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

 

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat; her breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

 

Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter. His soul was bare to her; he was lost.

 

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

 

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

 

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers, it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.

 

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

 

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

 

She could no more lose him than exist as a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her she knew; now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

 

While most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life could be like. Could she allow that other life to co-exist with their erstwhile normal affair? Could she even admit that it would happen, time and time over; she did the math, twelve times per year for what… fifty years if she was lucky enough to live that long. Five times twelve equals sixty add a zero for the multiplication of tens; six hundred times he would be away from her.

 

And then there was the nature of his time separate from her, what would he be doing then? She of course knew the answer, but the enormity of killing to satisfy an animalistic need was, by far, too vast and horrendous for her to touch upon too deeply.

 

She was still pondering when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then in that instant between sleep and recognition.

 

“Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, to lie on his side his head set on one hand while the other reached for her.

 

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour one for him.

 

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

 

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

 

“Sal…” He began. “…We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

 

“I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”

 

“Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

 

“Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

 

“Sal, I took a risk telling you…”

 

“I know that.” She butted in.

 

“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”

 

“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.

 

“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”

 

“So who is this person?”

 

“My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see; I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

 

Her voice softened.

 

“I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

 

“I got work Buster and I need a shower.”

 

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

 

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

 

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

 

Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her was likely going to be real life.

 

But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door. She knew this was the first time, had even anticipated the awkwardness of the situation, but she thought that he would trust her enough to allow her to be a part of his alternative life, even if it was only his transference.

 

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

 

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

 

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal based, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

 

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness, passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

 

Neither of them moved, just stared at each other wordlessly, sightlessly in her case, she hadn’t the capability to discern from what meagre light there was. The space between them was a barrier of difference; two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

 

She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, she heard soft pad falls approach the door and then cross the carpeted floor.

 

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.

 

He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds, transfixed to the spot.

 

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

 

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled, adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

 

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolf’s torso with encircling arms.  They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

 

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail; that when rubbed the wrong way, sends dogs into a delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of his pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

 

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stoked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animalistic desire.

 

Sal broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet with his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

 

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

 

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. Her pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip with locked forepaws around her waist. His hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

 

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

 

Sal gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

 

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her vaginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

 

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

 

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her head. He was now turned ass-to-ass and panting hard from the exertion. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that had all the hallmarks of epileptic seizure.

 

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to turn around and flop almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him; they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

 

The same thing occurred the next month when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight on that night/day of the month. No big problem except when she was teaching.

 

Once or twice over the next few months, she had to call in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.

 

They were settling into a routine of life partnership. But, their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.

 

The time for a decision was fast approaching; Sal knew it, could feel the impending moment approach and had no answer prepared.

 

She waited until he returned from his nighttime excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.

 

“Josh…” She began, having thought it through, agonised and then made her choice.

 

“…I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.”  She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.

 

“I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned oblivion, so her question might not need to be answered.

 

She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.

 

She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.

 

Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.

 

“Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”

 

“Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”

 

“Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”

 

“What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it much.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.

 

“If you were the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want? Can you give up your life? It isn’t just for the moon once a month, but for the rest of your life. It fills every day; it is a whole life change. Do you…can you love me enough?”

 

Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, and then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth.

 

“Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not ever forget it.

 

The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge, almost black, male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.

 

My mother was 32, and 5’5” 180 pounds, red headed, green eyes and pale as snow.  While she was round she was not ugly by any means, many men liked her face most of all her mouth as much as her large 40D boobs.  My aunts, Helena and Rachael were both in their late thirties.  Helena was not as big but had the same round proportions as mom, yet she was a dwarf, 4’8” 36D-30-34 and her hair was reddish brown with a frizzy natural wave that made her look insane.  Rachael the oldest was worn by time, men and much more.  Standing 5’5” 150 pounds, she was 34-30-38 and with a pug nose and big buggy eyes of green her bushy red hair made her look like a troll and that is what men called her.

 

Now I was only 17, 5’ even 34-22-34 petite and slender and envied by them all.  I had blonde hair and blue eyes and had they allowed me to be seen by anyone I am sure someone would have swept me away.  At night I was locked into the basement with my cousin Alicia who was 24.  She was a troll like her mother Rachael.  She had bulging belly button and wore no clothes ever.  All she wanted to do was play with her pussy and be played with.  She had taught me more before I was twelve than anyone could have though.  They kept her in the basement on a leash and on occasions for the right men they would bring her up.  Standing beside her mom, except for the wrinkles you couldn’t really tell them apart.

 

The women made their money while I kept the house in the daytime and tended the gardens and milked the goats and cows.  Then as dark approached each night I was fed my dinner by a candle light in the basement while I watched my Troll Cousin make herself happy.  Now I really had no ideal how good sex was, after all this time we never had tried anything meaningful on each other, nor had the women allowed me to experience it even once.

 

Then it snowed one night heavily, so heavy in fact the roads through forest were impassable.  That meant two things no business for the ladies upstairs and I could sleep in my own bed.  I climbed up the stairs and into the loft where my bedroom was hidden away at.  I snuggled into bed and began to dream as soon as my eyes closed.

 

Then just an hour or so after midnight I awoke to the sounds of crying and sobbing from outside my window.  I peaked out the tiny two pane window through the frosted glass and saw only the snow.  I could hear the sounds but not see anything, so I went downstairs and as I did my mom called me to her room.  I opened the door as she said, “Best you not open the door or the thing we hide you from most will see you are here.  If that were to happen you would be forever sorry that you did not listen to me child.  Now go back to bed and forget that which you do not hear.”

 

“But mother I can hear her crying, she sounds hurt maybe she is injured, shouldn’t I,” I tried to ask in a way meant to be thoughtful and then added, “What if it was one of us freezing in the snow?”

 

“Hear me child off to bed now.  No more talk of this nonsense tonight,” Mother scolded me as she ushered me out the door and up the steps to the loft.

 

I was slowly complying with her demand when I heard the sound again and this time the voice said, “Please want you let me warm myself by your fire.  Please let me feel the warmth of your home before I die.”

 

Those words stuck in my head and as my foot neared the uppermost step, I swung around and slowly crept down the stairs until I was only inches from the front door.  My left foot raised to plant softly as my cousin cried out from the cellar, “Beware little bit of the thing which calls to you may devour you instead.”

 

I let my foot softly land and looked back up the stairs to be sure I had not been seen.  As I took one more step closer the voice called out, “Please child I am freezing here in the snow.”

 

My heart raced as my hand unlocked the latching quietly and as the door released a swoosh of cold artic air flooded me and the house, as the flames in our fireplace dimmed until they were but embers.  As the door widened in stepped a woman maybe 80 or 90 years old, wearing a dark gray cloak and dress and a hood of black.  Shivering and jittering she walked through the doorway as I quickly pushed the door closed after her.

 

She wobbled towards the fire and as she held her hands in front of it, the flames shot upward and grew full as if it were filled with wood.  She rubbed them slowly together and pushed back her hood as she stood with her back to me.  I heard the stirring upstairs and the footsteps of mother and the aunts, just as she turned to reveal her wrinkled distorted face.  It was gray almost purple looking and her nose bent as if it were broken several times.  Then in a creaky voice she said, “Now child you have heeded my call and I will not forget you.  Those who did not answer my need will be sorry when they do come down.”

 

Just then my mother and the aunts in their night gowns walked down the landing and into the room and mom quickly called out, “Millbrae, you have no right to be here this night, be gone witch.”

 

“I was allowed to enter and you have no power over me Felicia.  Maybe it is you who should remain quiet this night and all those to come, unless you are asked to speak,” the old woman said with a creeping smile and gesture of her left hand.

 

Suddenly my mother clasped her throat and groaned in agony as her sisters came to her aide.  Rachael quickly blurted out, “Millbrae we know your charms and your powers and you have no right to be here.  The debt owed was paid in full.  You have no rights to anything else.”

 

“Come now sweet Rachael when you were naked, starving and alone in the forest who was it that clothed you, fed you and made you feel love?” the old woman croaked back angrily.

 

“I paid my debt and my sisters theirs.  Why do you come here tonight?” Rachael chastised her with a fiery tone.

 

“Oh now that debt is paid, and your sisters as well, but the fathers is not.  He left for the new world and without care of his obligation to me.  Now I come for my dowry,” she said as she dropped her cloak on the floor.

 

My mother struggled to speak and could not and it frightened me, as Helena spoke up, “No dark mistress, not this not now.  It is not hers to pay for his mistakes as well.  You must release this one untouched or you violate the code you taught us.”

 

The old woman croaked aloud, “Then perhaps if you remember your lesson why then do you not use the things you were taught.  Why do you sell yourself to men and not offer yourself to the master or me?  I would give you the beauty you desire, the body that Rachael craves and the man that her mother dreams of.  I would give all of these now for her.”  She said as her finger pointed at me.

 

The clock was fast approaching three am as the women gripped in fear huddled.  Mother struggled to speak until Rachael ordered her to do so, and then I heard her call out, “No we fell for those lies once and we now have the offspring below to thank for it.  You will not tempt me anymore old woman, be gone now.”

 

Laughing madly Millbrae stuck her warped bent finger at me and said, “Show me what wares you have to trade for your freedom child.”

 

It was if my mind went blank and as I started to react Millbrae pointed to the others and they froze stiff as I opened my gown and tossed it into the flames.  I wore no undergarments so my naked body was exposed as Millbrae examined me with her eyes and hands.  She slithered up to my side and slowly ran her warped fingers along my right breast as she said, “Subtle young and tender, a tasty feast for the master and more.  You would make a handsome prize to and a worthy offering.”

 

I spied my mother and the aunts as they seemed petrified and rigid.  They could not speak nor did they blink, as Millbrae slowly allowed her fingers to dabble along my left breast and when she did I asked, “What is to become of me old one?”

 

“I wonder child what is indeed to be done with you,” she said now allowing both hands to slid along and around my breast and as the nails touched my nipples they perked up and stood erect and I felt a shuttering tingling in my body.  She smiled at that response and said, “Would you but ask me to make the tingling turn into a roaring orgasm of love, I would child.”

 

Each second that she caressed me I felt so close to letting go and submitting to her, that I hardly contained myself, and when her hand drifted down to my wooly clit it was all over for me. 

 

I began to feel her fingers glide along the tip of my clit and for a second I tingled like never before, and then it grew into a wave and as one fold opened and her nail caressed it I shuttered into a multiple orgasm that climaxed with me jittering wildly and calling out, “Oh yes…yesssss…yes….take me…freely…I am yours.”

 

She let her finger enter me fully and with it I trembled in pleasure, passion and lust and as it touched my inner fold she demanded, “Strip me naked and suck each breast one hundred times until your pussy drips for my mouth.”

 

I immediately tore away her dress and then her under garments were rent in to pieces by my hands.  I exposed her wrinkled crippled saggy body to the air and its almost eerie gray tone.  Her breast sagged mightily almost touching her waist line and her nipples looked like udders from a cow extending almost three full inches.  I lifted one the left one to my lips and began to suck it like it were a cock.  In my lust I devoured her juices that extruded from it, not milk but a tangy salty taste almost like pee.  I sucked her first breast until I reach the mark given and how I know I can only say was implanted in my mind.  Then my mouth swapped to the other and the streams of juices from it were the same only thicker and each intake made me weaker in my mind.  I actually remember desiring to do it more, a need to have them, a lust for their feel in my mouth.  The skin of them was rough and almost felt like a thumb but the rigid texture of the nipple sent me into a thrusting hunching orgasm as my hand fell between my legs and was slopping in and out of me to my wrist.  I could not believe that all of it went inside me, as nothing had penetrated me before this before.

 

When I reach the limit of the second nipple I fell back on the bare wooden floor opened my legs widely and begged, “Oh please my mistress, devour my pussy now.”

 

She knelt and slowly allowed her hands caress my ass as her mouth drew near and when it touched me I tingled into wave of desire and lust that produced an endless flow of my juices and a climax that sent me thriving in ecstasy for many minutes. 

 

My cream flowed like a river from me until I was screaming for more, and as I was about to peak above my current orgasm, she sent her tongue deeper inside me.  It felt like a snake or maybe a large worm wriggly in me deeply it sent shock waves of lust throughout my body and I came so much that I shook uncontrollably long after she ended her oral assault of my hole.

Then without a word she stood and taking me in her eyes I leaped to my feet.  I bent my head towards her and gave my lush locks easily to her hands to grasp and that she did taking me by them and leading me into the cold snowy night.  Both of us bare ass naked strolled as if it were spring through the two foot drifts along the pathway. 

 

I didn’t look back to see what had become of my family, for some reason under her spell I only knew they were not in any real danger.  Then as we trudged along the path to her house, I was told, “In my home you will find a chest and that you will open and enter and shut behind you.  In it will you find the reason I have come for you.  In it will do as you are told and never again will you give thought to your freedom.  You are now an offering of loyalty to my master and he will devour you in his own way for his own use.”

 

We finally came to a dark old rotten house.  Like a cottage covered in snow, vines and death it stood there silent and foreboding.  The door opened and in we walked and as I followed her through the dim creeping manner, the long hallway we entered shortly after passing through door led to a black chamber.  The walls were black as was the ceiling and this after she lit a candle of six.  She hoisted it above her head and pointed to the small three foot by three foot chest in the center of the room.  I walked towards it and without looking back at her; I opened it and placed my own body inside it.  When I was snuggled up inside I pulled the lid closed.

 

For the longest time nothing happened at all.  I was crammed into the chest and in a way that I could move only my left arm and hand, which were trying to find their way to my still wet pussy.  After some time I found it and then making room for my arm to dwell close to my pussy, I let my hand slid two fingers inside me.  I was beginning to get myself off as the air grew stale and thick.  I felt faint and horny at the same time, almost as if death and sex were now calling me to come to them.  Then I passed out.

 

When I awoke I was strapped at the ankles and wrist on top of a cold flat stone.  Flames and torches burned round me and as I was able to move my head slightly I could see it was some sort of stone ruin I was now imprisoned in.  Then came the darkness and the demons and the devils of the deep and they did take me repeatedly.

 

I was screwed in all three holes at the same time by a hoard of beings best described as ugly hideous horned gargoyle looking creatures that stank and smelled of waste and death.  I had no choice in the taking of me as they controlled my body.  Cock after cock went in my mouth ass and pussy until I was swamped by their fluids.  I felt myself almost choke on their beefy dicks and it felt as if my ass were being pushed inside my stomach below.  When they had their fill of me it stopped.

 

Now panting and craving hit me.  While it was going on I did not desire it as much as I did now that it ceased.  I felt urges to screw myself by hands remained tied down.  They had freed my ankles but I could not get off the stone platform.  Then from the darkened tunnel in front of me and gigantic horned creature appeared. 

 

He was 9’ tall, broad as two axe handles and crimson, orange and a fiery red colored and on his head two large horns rolled up like a ram nearly two feet tall and his hands had fingers as massive as nine inches length and three round and their tips look like cocks and as he dangled them near my mouth I gasped and begged to lick and suck them for him.

 

Then in a terrifying deep voice he spoke to me, “You are mine are you not?”

 

“Yes master, yours for the use and pleasure,” I replied panting and lusting for his attention.  I snapped back and added bonus of, “Use this slave who gives her body willingly, her mind fully and her soul eternally.”

 

He then stood upon the stone altar.  He long massive legs hand clawed feet attached and his cock dangled nearly fifteen inches long and hard and purple and black and as he stroked it I felt my heart stop as it swelled another foot when it reach its peak.  The head of it massive and fat nearly five inches in diameter exploded inside my asshole.  I held my legs back by myself with no support from my arms as I invited it in me.  When he drove it in so far I thrived in pleasure, pain, lust, agony and pure excitement.  It was huge that I felts its girth and bumping knotty shaft enter me and each movement of it made me cream more and more.  As he fucked me I began to cry and sob for love of it and then as it went deeper in I groaned in pain but thrived in ecstasy. 

 

“You are my slave and you will obey my desires and be mine for the taking,” he demanded and not stated.

 

I nodded yes and managed to scream, “Forever master I am yours.”

 Then he fucked me through a massive explosion of cum that warmed drained and enslaved me.  While his dark black eyes starred inside me I wanted nothing but him and after he removed it from my ass and offered it to my mouth, I had to have all of it.  I sucked it until I felt it pass down the back of my throat and the air in my lungs began to wane.  Then he pulled it back and did it again and again and again until his hot cream flooded me.

 

I was tasting his flavor as he retracted it and shoved inside my pussy so hard that I felt as if I had been stabbed by it and after ten minutes more had passed I was screaming loudly, “Oh fuck your slave master, please fuck me more, more master, fuck me all the time master.  Fuck me more and more and never stop fucking me master, I will do as you wish…oh…uh…I will…I will do…anything for you…I am your bitch slave…fuck me!”

 

He laughed evilly as he came not once or twice but five full times more after the first one.  When he finished I knew how my cousin was distorted and what happened, for it ha d happened to me.  I had to have more.  When he retreated I screamed for more until I cried for it.  I couldn’t get enough of it. 

 

The next eight years were replay of this night.  The only thing that changed was that I was fed something that kept me alive some sort of excrement from the demons and devils gave my body what it needed. 

 

Then after I had satisfied his desires, I was expelled into the darkness once more and found myself in the chest gasping for breath.  I opened the lid and wept never wanting to return to the real world.  I tried to crawl back inside but each time I came close to passing out I opened the box.  Then after a very long time of trying I gave up.

 

I made my way back to my home to find my family older, more worn and ever so ashamed of me.  My mother gave me one choice leave or be enslaved as my cousin was.  Then I traveled far and wound up here in the southwest and the desert.  I found cold too horrible enough in real life to embrace it daily. 

 

I do know this; sometime in the future I will be called back.  Although I may never be fulfilled as I was then, I await it now.

 

 

 

The only time she gave in to her feelings was when she was alone in her bed at night.  By day, she was the picture of Victorian womanhood, prim and proper.  But, she knew she was a fraud.  At night, it was extremely different.  She gave way to her thoughts, her feelings, and the longings in her loins.  She could not stop herself from touching herself and feeling the wonderful fulfillment of the outcome.

With the inheritance, she was not encumbered with the worry of work.  Although she had acquired an advanced education, the late 19^th century was still no place for a woman in the “workplace”.  She could be a tutor, a teacher or the like.  Low paying positions at the best.  So, she decided she would live on the money her grandmother had left her and not concern herself with the daily routine of working.

She had enough money to see her through her entire life and she intended it be filled with daily teas, museums, and the pursuits of the gentry.  She deserved it.

Her parents were incensed.  But, she cared not.  She was a free woman and she was proud of that and that was the way she wanted it to be.  She was aloof and thought of herself as elite.  The crowd in which she circulated admired and thought of her as educated and clever.  She was witty, humorous and well read.  She was sought after for every party and special occasion, balls and the like.  And, though she was asked by many men to dance and to step out “for the air”, she turned them down.  In her mind, she really did not know why, but she knew there was something else for her.  Something different and more alluring, special and sexually fulfilling.

It was at this time in her life she met the countess.  Was she a real countess, she knew not.  She was alluring and exotic, dark and pale with a sexual attraction that was palpable, 

She was having tea at a midtown café when the woman, dressed all in black approached her.  She simply asked if she could join her.  Lisa was immediately mesmerized.  Later, she could mot explain her feelings, but at the time, she simply nodded her head. 

“Does the tea satisfy you”, she asked.  Lisa thought this an odd question, but replied that it really was not.

“What would satisfy you?” she asked.

Lisa flushed.  She felt her body tingle all over, her head felt light.  She simply did not know how to deal with this simple question. 

The countess, Alexandria, looked into Lisa’s eyes as if she were looking through her.  Her words were sparse but her impact was emphatic.

Lisa felt herself being drawn in, into what, she did not know.  She could not find her thoughts the way she normally could.  All she could do was look back into Alexandria’s eyes and lose herself.

They spoke for an hour and Lisa bared her soul to the stranger.  The countess seemed to know her.  To know everything about her.  Not just her normal, everyday life, but also her inner being, her soul.

Lisa gave leave and left for the powder room.  When she returned the countess was gone.  She felt empty.  She felt as though something had gone out of her life.  She found herself with a tear in her eye.

She wandered down the boulevard, and stopped to stare into a window, a window of hats.  She was not really looking at the head ware, she was lost in her thoughts.  When she regained her composure, she noticed a reelection in the window.  It was a man.  A man dressed entirely in black.  A man with eyes exactly like the countess, deep and mysterious.

She turned and the man tipped his hat.  He took her arm and she did not resist.  They strolled down the avenue and she was captivated by his conversation.

She was taken aback.  He told her he was a count from Romania.  His time there was finished and he was now living in London.  She had met a countess and a count in the same day.  Her head whirled.

And she found his company captivating.  She literally felt as if she were walking on air as silly as that may sound.

They turned and strolled down a dark alley way and the streets were suddenly filled with dense fog.  She pulled next to the count and he pulled her close.  Suddenly she felt a cold chill.  She turned to her left to look into the face of Damar, the count, and was stunned, shocked.  His face was suddenly Alexandria’s face, and then it was his face and then her face, then his.  She pulled back………

She awoke in her bed.  She was lying on top of the quilt.  She was not wearing her nightgown.  Her head was full of thoughts, but she was not sure what they were.  She had never felt like this before.  It was so numb, but yet so alluring.  Her body was aglow with desire, yet she knew not why.

Though her head was thick, she lifted it.  She looked down upon her naked body.  Her breasts had small red marks all over them.  The red marks led down her body to her pubic hair.  She raised her head and looked further.  The red marks, in pairs, were all about her private area and all up and down her inner thighs.

She felt afraid.  She sat up.  She examined her pubic area and between her legs and they were covered by the red pair marks.

Oh, my god, she thought.  Suddenly an over whelming feeling came over her.  She had no idea what it was but she fell back on her pillows and ran her hand between her legs and then the other hand.  She felt the whelps from the red marks, and then it was there, an orgasm.  Her body rocked and she rolled on her bed.  She was perplexed and confused and then there was black.

End of part I

She went out to parties she didn't tell him about often enough, staying over at a friend's and sneaking out from there--this was one of those nights. Kelly walked through the crowd of gothic boys and girls in their black attire, some of which wearing ceramic fangs--it wasn't halloween, that was just the way this rave was supposed to be. For her own turn, Kelly was wearing a pair of fishnet stalkings that were hooked to a garter that did nothing to cover her little pink hairless pussy. Her skirt was short, barely hiding her tight little cheeks when she walked and it swayed. Her little b-cup breasts were held up by a studded leather bra and naught else. Aside from the gloves, the collar, the anklets, and the heavy makeup, everything else was bare.

Kelly felt so sexually frustrated... again last night she had lain beside her father, and she had barely gotten the courage to reach back and fondle his balls through his pajama pants than he started to moan. Kelly had wanted to waken him, to slide her lips over his and then down to his thick prick, but she hadn't had the courage--after all, what if her father didn't like it? What if he refused her? Kelly sat down on a table nearby and pouted. She didn't want to dance.

Whether she wanted to or not, eventually someone approached her with a proposal and she accepted it. It was a senior from her high school, and Kelly rarely passed up the opportunity to dance with someone of such high merits. He wasn't any football player, but he wasn't bad looking, either. Kelly figured she could get her stress off with a little bit of moving.

"Do you believe in any of the horror stuff these people go on about?" The boy, whose name was Jesse, asked her.

"No. I'm just here for the dancing," Kelly felt a bit better to be talking. It gave her mind something to do.

"I bet I could make you believe..." He said. There was a grin on his lips that she couldn't quite place--well, she couldn't place it until his hands caressed her ass and pulled her up against his 6' frame, grinding his hardon against her belly.

Kelly gasped--being roughly handled was never anything that had gotten her off, but this time, she felt a little aroused. It must have been last night, she thought, but it didn't matter. Kelly was still a virgin, and planned to keep it that way, no matter what kind of tease she was.

She was just about to tell him what he could do with himself when he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You want your daddy, Little Miss Kelly? I can give him to you.. for a price."

How did he know? When he leaned away and set her down, she was dazedly staring up at him. When he turned away and began to leave the main room, she followed after hurriedly. She'd never told anyone, not her best friend, that information, so how did he figure it out? All this witchcraft stuff must have had a basis, then. Perhaps people really could read others' minds and things--she was interested in knowing exactly what he could do.

As they stepped outside of the dance hall, she almost lost him. He went into the dark cover of trees, and she was curious, but frightened. Walking into the darkness with a stranger was possibly the worst choice of her lifetime, but the urge to know if he could help her drove her forward. When she passed the first few trunks, she stopped in front of a cabin... "This was never here before," She muttered to herself, but maybe she was just confused as to her setting? That had to be it.. she approached and pushed open the door. There was Jesse, bent over something he seemingly was very intent upon. His back was to her, so she could not see what the boy was doing past his veil of ebony hair.

"What can you do for me? And if it works, what do you want?" Kelly was bolder than she felt, and when he waved to a seat that looked like a bed in a psychiatric ward, she followed his direction and laid down as if she had no will of her own--no, something else moved her... her desire.

Jesse turned, holding a needle in his hand. It was a piercing needle, Kelly thought, with the way it was shaped and seemingly designed. "I can give you something of power--something that will make your daddy do whatever you think you want him to do.. of course, it costs, like I said." He approached her with the needle, "Firstly, you'll have to be pierced--because the objects just happen to belong in certain... places." The wind blew her skirt up as he looked at it, as if he commanded the very movement of the air around her.

Kelly blushed and pushed the skirt down, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You're going to pierce..."

"Your clit, Kelly, my dear." He smiled and sat down beside her with a develish grin on his pale features. His eyes were the color of molten gold, and Kelly bit her lower lip, weighing her options.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then you take out the piercing--easy. On the other hand, if it does work, you'll owe me your body.. I won't take it until you've seen what my power can do, of course.."

"..." Kelly was quiet. The piercing would hurt, certainly, but nothing else was severe and she would get a chance to perhaps get her wish, right? If it didn't come true, she'd just take out the little ring he inserted and call it even, "How painful will it be?"

"Not at all, Little Kelly. I promise it won't hurt at all." Jesse was convincing, even though Kelly knew logically that couldn't be. She lifted her skirt up, spreading her legs and closing her eyes.

"Do it."

She felt the seat move as Jesse shifted around, and when he got down close to tweak her clit she cried out and almost pulled away, but something seemed to hold her to the seat. "Hey! I never said you could play with me!"

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.. I can't pierce it without touching it. Trust me. I'll do this the best way for you, and I promise, your hymen will go to your daddy."

When his tongue ran across her sweet little cuntlips, she shuddered, but this time she didn't speak. His breath was hot on her clit as he sucked at it and bit softly. Her little hairless pussy was caressed until it was wet, her little clit coaxed out of its sheeth where he positioned the needle at its side and pushed it through. A sharp, fleeting pain did pass through her, but a few licks from his tongue cleared that right up. Usually, she guessed, that would be unsanitary, but this was magic.. or wasn't it? She hoped so.

Everything began to faid out, even the sounds of slurping. It was like he was a mad dog, lapping up milk from her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she was in bed... her bed. Was it just a dream?

The phone rang, she picked up and held it to her ear. It was Carol, her friend who had gone with her to the rave. "Hello?"

"Kelly, you bitch, where the hell did you go off to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was looking all over for you after the rave tonight. Why did you go home?"

"I must have passed out.. I just woke up here--someone must have taken me..." Kelly blinked. What? She was at home? The rave had happened? She lifted up the sheets quickly--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but when she lifted up the hem of her skirt she stared in awe... a little silver hoop hung through her tiny little clit. "I have to go, Carol."

"What? Kelly, what's wrong?"

"Bye."

She hung up. There was nothing else to do. She just had to wait. She didn't want to risk failure, so she laid down. Tonight she'd sleep in her own bed--she felt too tired to change her clothing.

She woke up the next morning groggy. When she slipped out of her bed and threw a tee shirt on over the attire she had been wearing, she just called it even and headed downstairs. The fishnets were nothing new--her dad had allowed her to buy them, and she had slept in them before when she was too lazy to take them off. The tee shirt fell all the way down to her knees almost. It was like a little dress on her.

She slipped into the kitchen and grabbed her breakfast, but her dad was there at the door, eyeing her up. "Why are you home, young lady? Weren't you staying over at Carol's?"

She blinked. She had completely forgotten. Busted. "Yes... but ... we had a fight... and I came home."

"Well, then, you aren't going anywhere today, are you. Get up to your room."

When Kelly began to whine, the mandate only became firmer. No TV or music. She was to go up there and go to sleep.

She flopped herself down on her bed and sighed. So much for magic. He was irritated with her, not infatuated. It wasn't the same thing at all. She made a note that she'd hit Jesse when she gave him back his stupid piercing... but that wasn't to be.

When Kelly woke up, it was night already, and she was not in her room. No, she was in her father's room--maybe she had sleepwalked here. She was already cuddled up close to her daddy's erection, which pressed itself deliciously between the cheeks of her ass... wait? What?

Kelly took inventory--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but without the shirt over herself. She had cuddled up to her father this way? What an embarassment. She'd have to get out of here, right now. She tried to scoot away, but her father's arm was draped over her and he pulled her closer. Her daddy's prick was big when it tented in his pants, and it pressed against her thigh and cheeks warmly. She bit her lower lip and tried to grasp the fingers that were grasping her tummy and pull them away, but he muttered softly and his hand just slipped from her own, falling across her hip. He was still asleep, or so she assumed..

She was so nervous, she didn't move. Her father moved instead.

Kelly could swear he bucked against her slowly when he shifted in the bed, rubbing his hard erection against her thigh like he was feeling for the hole that wasn't to be found there. He muttered a name, her mother's again, she thought, but this time he wasn't still afterward. His fingers moved up, those soft pads sliding over her tummy as they pushed up the leather bra that barely clung to her breasts and touched a nipple there.

Kelly moaned, she couldn't help it. It urged her father's fingers on, the soft pads circling her hard little nipple and then tweaking it. "Yes, Daddy," She hissed, softly, not able to contain herself. Was it really working? She wanted him to kiss her like she was his first love...

He turned her over, rolling his body over hers and placing his lips over hers. His tongue danced over her lips before it slid between the parted petals, playing with her tongue as he squeezed her little breasts. Kelly felt her little cunt moistening beneath her skirt and the sheet they shared.

"Yes," She sighed when he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to find that he was not asleep at all, but staring down at her with a mixture of lust and surprise. She turned bright red, but he caressed her soft little breast and shushed her softly as he leaned in. Kelly arched her back as he took her soft nipple into his mouth, torturing it as she groaned, "Yes, yes, Daddy!" She hissed, holding his head down by his  brown lockes.

When he pulled his lips up, he straddled her young chest and pulled the elastic band of his pants down over his raging hardon. It stood out a full 10 inches, the head pressed against her cheek as he grinned, "Come on, Kelly.. suck your daddy's cock." She loved the sound of the words. Her mouth slipped around the head and she began to devour it like a piece of candy. She sucked his head and bobbed up and down on the hardened shaft. He tensed, bucking his hips to her ministrations, his daughter's tongue driving him crazy as he fucked her mouth. When he pulled out, his head was purple and his balls tightened. He groaned.

"Come here, Daddy. Let me get you off..." Kelly hissed naughtily, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she sat up. Her father stared in awe a moment, but finally dove atop her, though not in the way she intended.

He slurped like a madman on her tight little cunt, and she cried out as his tongue slid up and down her slit and over her little clit until she writhed on the verge of orgasm. He bit the ring and pulled on it, sending waves up her spine as she arched to him, shudders succeeding her cum as it poured out of her from her hefty orgasm. By then, he was like a man possessed, his tongue jabbed in and out of her tight little cunt like a mini prick, spreading and taking her juices into his mouth until she was very wet. When he finally mounted her little pussy, it was with primal lust that he shoved his whole 10 inches into her up to the hilt.

He didn't stop pumping her, even though she screamed in pain. Her hymen broke and left blood across the sheets, his ten inches pounding her cervix and knocking her little body around on the sheets. "Daddy! Daddy, stop!" But he didn't, he kept riding her until his cum spurted into her tiny little hole, filling her up and bringing her up to a painful climax once more. Though the pain had been immense, she found herself devilishly delighted when he lay his weight upon her body and fell asleep inside of her.. his cock slowly softened, but never fully, not through the night as her little cunt squeezed him warmly...

But now I was spent, again, after multiple climaxes along with her … I felt my penis unstiffening even within her ass, and her hole didn’t seem as tight.

Ashley kept breathing, and I moved slightly, sliding under her back, greased with sweat and maybe more chocolate. “Mmm … you done?” she asked.

“I think so. Finally.”

Her head turned around without sound and she bent her knees to get up, and my penis slipped out of her asshole, dripping the brown syrup. It coated her brown cheeks and my pubic hair, wet, sticky, a mess. Now, with my energy gone, it especially looked a mess.

Ashley turned around and bent lower, her long black hair behind her, her large brown breasts dangling below her neck. Her vagina, small and red, also slick with chocolate … minutes before, while sucking and fucking her otherworldly ass, I had hardly even noticed anything up her front.

“Looks like you need cleaning up,” Ashley said.

“You too.” So weak. “But you’ve got your magic, or whatever … you can do it instantly, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” She knelt straighter and her pussy dripped a chocolate glob, then she reached behind her back with both arms, grasped her ass cheeks and pulled to the sides, then let go — slap from back there.

I watched stunned as the chocolate goo lifted itself from my groin, tickling the hairs, molding with the syrup on my penis and coalescing in midair, floating as if in space … and then I saw the syrup cleaning itself off Ashley’s legs and pussy, wrinkling in the air. Then the blob of chocolate over me finishing sucking itself off and narrowed into a stream, shot over toward her blob … then all of it slipped down between her legs and Ashley bent her vagina forward, moaning slightly … “Ooo …” gurgling, slurping from back there, like water through pipes … she was sucking it back up her ass.

Damn. What a turn-on … if there was any possibility I would ever be turned on again.

With her slender, angular face still alive with that smile, Ashley turned and slipped off the bed, bent over to the floor and began picking up her clothes — black bra top and tight black jeans. She slipped the bra over her head, then leaned over and picked up something else — a thin scrap of purple fabric — and held it up, staring at me mischievously. “Oh, look what you did. You broke my thong.”

I smiled, feeling as if I would go to sleep at any moment. “Just fix it …”

Ashley held it to her mouth and blew on it — and it twitched. She moved her arms down, sticking one long leg into the thong … repaired, instantly. I wasn’t surprised. Nothing surprised me anymore.

Earlier, Melinda had magically dressed me, but I figured I might as well do it myself this time — I had to get my energy back. Melinda had also refueled me, after our “session” … with her magical kiss. Ashley might do the same, although it seemed impossible now.

No matter. I got off the bed, found my clothes, and started getting dressed. Ashley was sliding one leg down into her jeans, then struggling a little, fitting the waist around her bulging ass cheeks. I put on my underwear, then shorts, then belt, then t-shirt … leave the shoes and socks. Ashley had stripped herself fast without having to worry about those.

Now she was redressed, and she stood there, waiting for me. “Ready for some more?” she asked.

I smiled as I sat down on the bed. “You know I’m wasted now. Help me.”

“That’s because you’re mortal.” Ashley grinned and reached down to my hand, pulled me off the bed. Standing next to her I could see right down her bra top, her incredible curves inside … but it seemed like no big deal.

She walked before me to the door, her huge, firm ass weaving under her shorts — and it didn’t seem all that sexy. Nothing did.

She would have to correct that soon …

At the door Ashley twisted around, then her arms wrapped around my waist and her beautiful face tilted up … yes … and I bent down, my eyes open, hers closed. Our lips touched and she pressed close, shifting her head from side to side as we kissed, hard, wet. And I felt the strength return. Physical. Sexual.

I mumbled around her lips, “Oh my god.”

She let go and pulled back. “Does that do it?”

“Mm-hmm.” And I stared down at her chest. “And you are incredible.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Do you want more, or would you like to go out and try someone else?”

She was so sexy. For a moment I pictured picking her up, taking her back to the bed and re-stripping her, ripping her thong off again and sucking the chocolate out of her ass. And yet … “No offense. But yeah, I’ll try someone else.”

“That’s what we’re here for.” Ashley opened the door to the larger room outside. “Don’t worry about offending anyone … but if you want to bed my ass again, anytime, let me know.” She looked back and grinned. “For now, I’ve got nothing else to do but watch the game.”

“Absolutely …”

The game was football, on the big-screen TV, and four of the girls were on the chairs and couches pointed toward it. Melinda, the Mouth, in her shorts and cream-colored sweater, and her incredible, elastic mouth was fully closed now, looking its right size. The slender-legged Asian girl in the bathrobe sat beside her — she had introduced herself as Sashiko, who would swim underwater while having sex, or something.

Ashley and I were there and she took her own chair and leaned back, fully reclining.

On the other couch was the girl in the tight black leather-like bodysuit, who had been here when I had arrived with the others. Courtney Clone, she had said. Anybody you’ve ever taken a second look at … I probe your memory and then I assume her characteristics: body, clothes, voice, memory, even setting. … I become someone else, and give you an experience.

But next to her was someone else, an amazingly petite and young someone else — so young, that even with my restored vigor, I was afraid to try this. Was it even right?

She had given her name in the car. Leslie Little. Her slender face was framed with a mass of long, straight blond hair, now turned toward the TV screen.

Then Leslie noticed me looking. She grinned wide in my direction. “You’re done with Ashley?”

“Um. Yeah.”

Leslie’s eyes narrowed, sultry and teasing. “You enjoyed her ass, didn’t you?”

Well, no secrets here. “Uh-huh.”

“You can have my ass next. And everything else.” Her eyes squinted and she leaned forward. “Wouldn’t you like to come play with me?”

In the car, she had teased me to pinch her. Instead I had touched her leg, far above her knee — and she had taken my hand and slid it up underneath her thigh-length denim skirt, with the frayed edges. My hand. Up her skirt. Between her legs, so soft.

The other girls looked in their mid-20s. But Leslie … so young!

My heartbeat raced.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Leslie leaned back, assuming a sultry gaze with her blue-green-shadowed eyes. Courtney, next to her, wasn’t even watching. “Eighteen,” Leslie said. “But I know I look fourteen to you.”

No way. I can’t do this.

Slowly I shook my head, but my pulsing blood told me otherwise. Imagine her, naked.

“But I’m a goddess.” Leslie stood and stretched, her pink top tightening against her breasts. “Fourteen. I am 14 only by human standards. What do you even know about the goddesses?” Now she stepped forward, swaying her hips and now moving her hands across her chest, then to her sides, tracing her curves. She stopped before me with her breasts inches from my stomach. “We’re not subject to any kind of rules here, even physics. You’ve seen that already.”

So sexy. So beautiful.

Leslie broke my silence. “You want me. I know you do.”

Now Courtney looked up and locked eyes with me. “She can only be herself, Seth. I can be anyone.”

I swallowed as I stared. Courtney was older. And even more magical. And with what she said she could do …

Then I looked down to Leslie’s young, gorgeous face. “Take me, Seth.” Her lips pursed, moist and soft. “Please. I know you’ll like me.”

Imagine her. Naked.

Leslie’s hands dropped to her skirt. She bent down the waist edge, revealing the top band of her white lace panties.

I had to have her. “Okay.”

Her face came alive and she squealed, jumped once, then slid around the couch, bare feet on the floor. I came after her and she went to another door, in the other wall — a smaller, thinner door. She turned the handle and it swung in, and I followed her in.

Leslie was behind me, and she closed the door. “My bedroom,” she said. It was very small, with a single pink-quilted bed, surrounded by bare, pale yellow walls that allowed about two feet of space to all sides. “It isn’t very big. It’s just petite and beautiful, like me.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You are,” I said.

“Oooooo,” Leslie cooed. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Absolutely.”

Now she fell silent, and smiled sweetly at me. Then her eyes narrowed. Her face took on the expression of a seductress.

“Stare at me,” Leslie said. “Don’t be nervous. I want you to see every bit of my young body.”

So I stared. Without saying a word.

Leslie was slender. Petite. Her delectable curves were outlined clearly under her pink, tank-top-like shirt and denim skirt. Her shirt’s neckline curved only half an inch above her ample breasts — they were large and round, tight under the thin fabric. The shirt’s bottom edge fell several inches above her waistline, revealing her trim midriff and deep navel. Her shapely hips rounded to the sides of her short skirt. Its ragged bottom edge ended just below her thighs and revealed bare, slender legs underneath. Bare feet.

Her face. Young and smooth, with blond hair almost to her shoulders, and blue eyes.

I just stared.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

Leslie smiled, her eyes turned downward. Almost shyly.

“You’re melting my heart,” she said, and then looked up. “And now. Wouldn’t you like to feel my heart?”

I swallowed. My mouth was dry. “Uh-huh.”

Leslie reached forward and took my hand. Her touch lingered.

She pressed my fingers to her neck. Warm skin.

Her breasts were only inches away. Leslie’s lips parted, widened her smile. Shining, white teeth under moist lips.

“Come on down,” Leslie said. “Under my shirt.”

Gently Leslie pushed my hand down. Under her tank top. My god. And over her bra and left breast. Warmth. Soft flesh, under thin lace fabric.

I did feel her heart beating. My own was thrashing wildly.

Leslie spoke in a near-whisper, “Touch my skin. Feel me.”

My fingers moved up and then under her bra cup. And my hand clasped around Leslie’s boob. Soft, round. Her nipple hardened, pointed and hot against my palm, and her other breast was also excited — I could tell even though her pink shirt and bra.

I stared at her upturned face, my hand not moving, just absorbing the warmth. Her shadowed eyelashes fluttered as her green eyes slid upward, staring at me, her mouth barely open.

My fingers wriggled over her breast. Beneath — I felt my penis bulging ever harder.

“Oh, yessss,” Leslie purred. “Squeeze my little tittie.”

I did.

Then Leslie’s lips narrowed. Now … I bent lower, my own mouth ready, and met her face. Our lips fastened together. Hers were small and dry, then she opened further and I felt the wetness. We kissed in and out. Clasp, clasp. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Oh, Seth.” Kiss. Then we pressed in again, tighter. My fingers squeezed Leslie’s breast and my other arm wrapped around her back, embracing her. Leslie’s lips wriggled in my grasp and she gasped in delight. “Ohhhh. Ohhh, mmm. Oh, yes, oh.”

With her body, she pushed toward me. I stepped backward, my hand still clasped over her breast. Then I felt the bed at the back of my legs and I sat down — her face followed me down and she leaned over, standing before me, her hands at my sides and embracing me. Her tongue drew back in and her lips closed for a long kiss, wetter and hotter then before. Savoring.

My lips pressed into hers, hard. Leslie’s sweet breath was all over me.

Then I broke off suddenly and slid my hand out of her bra and shirt.

I moved my hand down across her covered breasts, stroking her softly. I stroked her navel, then slid my fingers from left to right over her tight stomach.

Leslie’s neck bent lower. Her eyes were wide and she feigned an innocent expression.

“Seth, don’t you want to take off all my clothes now? Wouldn’t you like to see me nude?”

I nodded and Leslie retreated, still standing in front of me while I sat on the bed.

First, I pulled off my shirt, over my head and tossed it away. It hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

Leslie grasped the bottom edge of her pink shirt, as my eyes traveled up and down her long, slender bare legs.

“Do you like my legs?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“You do know that I’m going to take off my skirt for you today. I’m going to take off all my clothes.”

Leslie’s ass. Leslie’s vagina.

She pulled up her shirt, revealing more skin. Then she slid it past her white lace bra.

“Do you want to peel off my tight, wet little panties?” Leslie asked. Her eyes gazed into mine and I halted, leaving her pink shirt bunched up by her neck. I stared at her face, transfixed. She spoke, never losing that sweet, innocent smile, just above her crumpled shirt above her breasts.

“After you do that, you’ll see my tight, young little pussy,” she said. “And it’s wet. Just for you.”

Both breasts protruded toward me from inside her bra cups.

“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” Leslie laughed gently, batting her eyelashes. “Then you will want to lick my pussy and suck it. Riiiight?”

She waited for my answer.

“You want me to suck you?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Please.” Leslie’s hands came down. She spread her fingers across her hips, then slid them up past her waist and bare midriff. Quietly she grasped the shirt at her neck. Without a word, Leslie slipped it up over her head … her hair came loose from it and she let it fall behind her.

“Put your tongue right between my legs, and I’ll cum on you,” Leslie said. “Then I’ll get your big, hard cock. And we’ll put it in my pussy, and you’ll push it in, deep, and wet, and you’ll fuck that young wet pussy.” She sighed, her blue eyes drifted upward. “Oh yes. Long and hard. And over and over.”

“God …” I gasped. “Quit — quit talking dirty.” She made my entire body blazing hot for her. I reached around her. She was almost completely topless, and so small and so slender, and so sexy.

I slid my fingers across her bare back and felt blind for her bra clasp.

 “You really want me not to talk dirty?” Her eyes teased.

“N … no. Keep going.”

Leslie smiled sweetly. “I will. Do you want to see my titties, Seth? My soft, luscious boobs? And my nipples are sticking straight out. Did you know? Hard with lust. Lusting for you to touch them.”

I had the clasp, but Leslie gently slid my hands aside. “I can undress myself,” she told me.

My entire body shivered with excitement. Slowly my arms came back from around her and she stepped closer, arms bending. She slipped her fingers up through the shoulder straps.

Then Leslie’s bra fell forward, revealing her breasts.

I grinned wide.

Slender, pale young breasts. Dark red nipples contrasted sharply with the white of her skin and poked out. Hard. Aroused.

Leslie gave a little smile as she looked down to herself. Her hands reached up and she clasped each one, groping herself, sighing as she stepped slightly forward.

“Do you liiiiiike my young little titties?”

 “My god, Leslie.”

Leslie moved forward. She sat down to my right, her hands stroking herself as she looked down. My right arm stretched across her neck and I ran my fingers through her long hair, just watching her; then I squeezed her shoulder, brushed my fingers across her back and neck.

With my left hand I reached over. Leslie faced me with a sweet, narrow-eyed, wide-mouthed innocent smile, squeezing both her boobs as she thrust herself forward, offering them to me.

She let go, and I stroked her evenly, gently. I cupped her right breast with one hand, then moved my other arm from behind her back and faced her head-on. Leslie turned, brought both legs onto the bed as she faced me directly, flipping her hair out of her eyes.

I carefully pinched and rubbed her breasts. Fingered both nipples. Groped her slender orbs of flesh.

“Mmmmm.” Her eyes closed. “Oh, that feels so good. Ooooh, yes.”

“You like it when I rub your breasts?”

“I like.”

I smiled, leaned forward, and Leslie met me halfway for another quick kiss.

Then she leaned back, and just let me pet her.

Leslie sighed. She licked her lips. Her eyes closed. Her hands rested on her thighs.

Then as I groped her, my eyes wandered down to her thighs. Her denim miniskirt, riding high on her bare hips, still shielded my view of the space between her legs.

Now Leslie’s hand slid across to her navel. And lower. Her fingers toyed with the waist of her skirt, and slipped just barely underneath.

I gave both breasts a gentle, firm squeeze.

“Ooooohhh,” Leslie breathed, as her eyes slowly opened to focus on mine. “Oh, yes.”

“Do you want me to touch something else now?” I asked.

I kept rubbing her as her eyes pinched shut, her chin raised.

“Mmm, yesss,” she purred. “Let me take off my skirt and then my panties.”

Finally, I managed to let go. Again Leslie stood before me, now squeezing her own right breast with her fingers. With her other hand, she lifted up her short, edge-frayed denim skirt.

Her panties were there. Thin white lace, like her bra. The edges curved down from her waist around her slender thighs and dove deep between her legs.

I reached to her. Touched her thighs near her panty lines. Smooth, soft skin. I stroked my hands up and down. Then I reached up, under her skirt’s waistline, and found the waist of Leslie’s panties. Elastic. Leslie let go of her skirt and it fell over my hands. I pulled down her panties.

They slid easily down her upper legs, but I didn’t see what was underneath. Not yet.

Leslie bent one knee up. One leg out. Then the other.

I brought her little panties to my face and pressed them close to my nose. Feeling the soft lace, I breathed in the scent of her body. Then laid them aside, and leaned forward.

Leslie gazed at me, eyes round and shining, mouth in a line, feigning complete innocence.

Just as she thrust her hip to the right and raised up her skirt with both hands, fully exposing herself.

A tiny, pale vagina. No hair. And glistening inside. Leslie was already wet.

I reached forward, brushed her inner thigh and Leslie giggled with the touch. One finger extended, and I touched her vagina.

“Ooooh-oooh!” Leslie giggled. “Oh, that is niiiiiice.”

She stepped forward, pushing closer to my hand’s advances between her legs.

I stroked her, first with one finger, then more. Leslie was hot and wet. Her little parts were trembling, slick with her juice.

Thin, sheen-covered folds of skin. Two fingers now. I tickled her vagina and she giggled again.

“Mmmm, please,” Leslie said. “I want a blowjob from you. Will you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?”

I looked up. Leslie staring down to me, eyelids half-closed. Her mouth was twisted in a sexy teenage half-frown, teeth just visible.

“Take — take your skirt off all the way,” I told her. “Do that first.”

Leslie’s lips tightened into a grin. She stepped back and dropped her skirt over her naked pelvis. Then she swayed her hips from side to side … and that alone made me almost blow my load in my pants.

Still strutting, she grasped the skirt’s bottom edges. With a mischievous grin, she slipped the skirt down over her slender hips. Then lower. There was her lower midriff. Then her tiny, moisture-filled slit.

Leslie’s skirt slid to the floor and she pranced out of it. She weaved her body before me, her arms held high over her head. A striptease dance.

Incredible. She was so small and petite. Long, blond hair; pale, slender breasts with perky red nipples, jiggling over her thin stomach; curved hips, and long, delicious legs. My gaze roved her, searching everywhere, savoring the sight.

 “Oh Leslie. Oh my god.”

There came that innocent smile, as if this were perfectly normal, displaying herself for me this way. “I’m nude for you now, Seth. Just like I said.” Leslie grinned at me seductively as she thrust her bare breasts only inches from my face. “And you liiiike my slender, luscious young body, don’t you?”

“I …” My mouth moved; I couldn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to dance for you?”

My god. “Turn around.”

Leslie grinned and twisted, and bent forward, aiming her ass back to me. Then she jiggled. Her cheeks pointed daringly back to me, tiny and round, with tight, pale skin.

I reached forward and slid my hands across her buttocks. Then I probed her crack with my finger, and slowly let my hand fall.

Leslie turned around, showing me her vagina again.

She bent to the side, swaying her body sexily, her hair falling to one shoulder and then to the other side as she weaved. “Mmmm. You’re thinking about what it will feel like to put your cock into me, aren’t you?”

So small! “Could I … could I even fit in there?”

“I don’t know.” Leslie grinned. “I haven’t seen your cock yet, so I don’t know. Show me your cohhhck, Seth.”

I unfastened my belt, pulled it out and she took it from me and dropped it somewhere. Then I unbuttoned my shorts. Leslie leaned close, her expression curious, but eagerness was in her eyes. So close. Completely nude, her naked body leaned over, hair cascading behind her shoulders. Her hands touched mine, stopping me.

Then Leslie grasped my shorts waist and pulled down quickly. I raised myself from the bed and let her get them halfway off, then, brought up my feet and she let them drop to the floor.

I sat once more, and my knees were over the bed. Leslie stared at me, eying my penis, bulging inside my underwear.

“My, aren’t you big.” Her blue eyes lifted toward mine.

Then Leslie slid down on top of me. Our faces met and we kissed, long and wet. My hand slid down over her breasts and stomach and felt her wet vagina.

Her body trembled as I slid my fingers into her slick crack. Leslie thrust her groin forward. “Ooooh,” she slurred with a giggle.

Would you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?

I moved out from under Leslie, then grasped her waist with both hands, pushed her back.

The thought of actually doing this was beyond belief.

I said it: “Leslie.”

Her hands hung limp at her hips and she frowned in mock disappointment. “Mmm, why won’t you touch me again? Put your fingers on my pussy.”

“Would you like … me to suck you instead?”

Leslie’s eyes snapped open. She stared at me. “Yes.”

“I want to give you that blowjob now.”

“Ohhhh, yesss!” Leslie shrieked, giggling, then slid her body against my right side and fell back on the bed. Her legs shoved herself further up, her head on the pillows. Then her legs pressed together and she writhed her midsection with glee.

I positioned my head over her.

“Oh, won’t you suck me?” Leslie breathed. “Please, suck me hard.”

I breathed, my face only inches from her vagina. “I will.”

“Won’t you do your best?” Leslie continued, plaintively. “Won’t you make me really, really wet?”

“I will.”

Leslie’s legs spread wide. Deep, red. Glistening wet. “Mmmmm.” Her hand came down and she rubbed herself, just above her thin, small slit.

I bent in, my feet protruding over the bed’s edge. My penis throbbed, still trapped in my underwear.

Finally my tongue extended toward her. I bent lower. And touched Leslie’s wet flesh. So hot, and slippery with her juices. A familiar taste, from when I had licked Melinda. Now I gave oral sex to Leslie, poking my tongue into her crack, penetrating deep, tasting her.

“Ohh, oh, oh, oh … yes, yes, yesss, yessss!” Leslie twitched, jerking her legs. My eyes opened and I stared at her from beneath — a lateral view of her slender stomach and gorgeous, quivering titties with ripe red nipples. She stared down at me, her mouth wide open as she groaned. “Ohhh, suck me, Seth. Don’t take it easy on me just because I’m a girl. Oh, I’m a girl, and I’m nude for you, and I want to feel goooooooood.”

I licked her harder. Damn, she was turning me on.

“Ohhhh, now spit on me,” Leslie murmured. “Make me wet.”

I let my saliva drool over her. Then with my finger I rubbed it in.

“Ohhh, yes, yes. Now lick me. Lick my little pussy. Don’t stop.”

I tongued her more quickly, pushing further between her legs, my saliva gooshing against her wet skin. I had been hunching over her; now I lay on the bed on my stomach, pushing my penis hard against my groin — I shifted to the side as I buried my lips into Leslie’s vagina and groaned with the sensations of her wetness, heat and shivering skin.

My left hand reached down to squeeze my own penis through my underwear. Then I returned my hands to her, resting on her inner thighs and then pressing to the side, I spread her pussy wider open.

“Ohhh, yesss,” Leslie breathed. “Ohhhh. Oooohhhh.”

Her midsection jerked upward and instantly I pushed my tongue in deeper.

Leslie shrieked out and her body spasmed — “MMMM!” She almost seemed to thrash about, crying out in heaving gasps. Orgasm. Liquid flowed from her pussy, spilling onto my lips.

“Oh my god, oh, god … oh, my pussy.”

I had given her an orgasm.

I stared at Leslie from beneath. Then I rolled my eyes upward and focused on her face. “Unnnghh,” I groaned, salivating all over, between her legs. Leslie’s mouth widened with excitement, gaping just like her pussy …

Leslie jerked again. Climaxing. “Ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes oh yes!” I sucked her now, pulling the juice out of her, then letting it back out, streaking her inner thighs and legs with it. “Ohhhh, yes!” I extended two fingers and stuck them into her. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!” — and my fingers penetrated her, in and out, in and out, repeatedly, not stopping …

Leslie spasmed again. “Oh my god! Oh … that … feels … so … GOOD!”

Her inner thighs jerked and Leslie almost rolled to the side, crying out, breathing hard, almost wheezing in her throat. I kept finger-penetrating her, in and out, bringing more juices and more spasms. I felt her legs draw together over my back, the balls of her feet just over my backside … I looked back and saw her toes crossing tightly together.

I pulled my fingers out, leaned back in and licked her again.

“OOOOHHH!” Leslie cried. Her body flailed, her legs crossed over my butt, I kept licking her pussy, wet tongue sliding over every part of her, then up to the top, bringing saliva and her cum almost up to her navel … then back down for another penetration.

Leslie was quiet. Her body stilled. Her breathing slowed.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Ohhh.”

I moved my head up. “Did you like that?”

She barely grinned, eyes halfway open. “I like. Ohhhh, my god. Oh I like. Mmmmm.”

“Do you … want some more?”

“Mmmm.” Leslie’s eyes closed, dreamily. “Maybe laterrrr.” Her legs uncrossed and she scooted her upper body upward. I watched her cum dripping and draining onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she moved, then her neck strained forward, lips open. “Kiss me.”

I moved up next to her and groped her breasts, found her mouth with mine and our lips locked together. Leslie’s face ground into mine. “Mmmm.” Warm breath, all over me. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Ohh, yes.”

http://www.sexstoriespost.com/main/?m=submit#_msocom_1" name="_msoanchor_1">[ESB1] Leslie retreated, eyes locked with mine, mouth open and breathing evenly as I squeezed her breasts. Her eyelashes fluttered. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.

I swallowed. “What?”

Leslie licked her lips, mouth open wide. “Would you like for me to play with your parts, too?”

I must have been nodding. “Uh-huh …”

She drew back. “Mm-hmm.” Leslie’s face tightened and she giggled, more wicked-sounding this time, and her body slid down, pulling her breasts from my grasp, and her legs slid over mine. Her hand palmed my covered penis and squeezed.

Kneeling beside me, she pulled at my underwear waistband. I lifted my butt from the bed and Leslie grunted as she pulled off my briefs. My penis sprang into view as she pulled the pair off my feet and threw it aside. Leslie caught sight of my bare, erect member and squealed with delight! Her body jolted down and she stared, eyelashes fluttering.

Both hands came down and her fingers brushed my cock. I was fully naked, on the bed with Leslie.

“Mmmm. Yeaahh.” Leslie stroked my penis. “Oh, yes. Now I can touch you.” She slid across the bed and crawled over my legs, still fingering my penis — I was about to erupt, I just knew it. “And guess what else I can do?”

She was in just the right position for …

“Wouldn’t you like for me to put this in my mouth?” Leslie asked.

My god! “Do you want to?”

She feigned the most sweet, innocent expression imaginable. “Of course I do. I want to know what it feels like. Don’t you want me to know?”

Again I could only nod, my entire body blazing hot for her. “Uh-huh …”

Leslie grinned. Her mouth opened, lips wet and tongue protruding. Her hands released my penis. She leaned downward. Her hair fell across my inner thighs. Her breath touched my cock first.

“You sucked me. I’ll suck you. I will love to suck on you.”

Her small body bent down, breasts hanging and her sexy little ass protruding in the air behind her. As she wiggled her hips, another drop fell from between her legs. Leslie sighed and almost laughed, “Ahh-ha-haaa.”

My god …

Then Leslie, the 14-year-old girl/goddess, opened her lips and plunged her sweet mouth over my throbbing penis.

“Ahhh-haaaahhh.”

I gasped. Leslie’s wet cheeks and tongue pressed around my trunk, then she pulled it back out, releasing it quietly. She breathed on my cock and licked the tip, spit crackling. Then Leslie sucked my penis into her small, tight mouth, hot, wet and luscious. Her right hand slipped underneath and cupped my balls, pinching the skin carefully, jiggling them between her fingers.

I ERUPTED!

“Mmm!” Leslie yanked out the penis and let my fluids burst up onto her face. Her hand grasped the trunk and she wriggled her grip up and down, wringing the semen from my tip as it shot up and out.

 “Aungh — aungh — AUNGH!” I groaned.

Oh my god. Yes, Melinda had done this. But she seemed so far away …

The only other thing in the world right now was this young, gorgeous creature with the sweet face and long golden hair, delicious body and the attitude and willingness of the sluttiest harlot.

Leslie kissed my head, sucking with her lips again as I spurted into her mouth. Her eyes closed, she pulled it in and swallowed, her cheeks and chin dripping cum on my trunk. With her hand she palmed my balls, then brought her mouth lower to lick and kiss my balls, slicking the cum all over.

Finally she let go and stared up to me, eyes still wide. “Oh my god, Seth,” she chided me, with an innocent smile. She wiped the cum from her face. “Look at the mess you made.”

I was so exhausted as my penis finally stopped jolting that I could only agree. “I’m sorry. …”

Leslie grinned wide and licked her own lips, smacking them together with her tongue. “Oh. But I liked it.” With a sigh her chin lowered again and she kissed and slurped at my trunk. “Want to do it again?”

“Ye — yes,” I gasped.

“Then back to work.” Leslie’s knees were bent under her and her tiny, slender ass stuck up into the air behind her. Then she slipped my penis in between her open lips, sucked a little then pulled it further into her tight mouth, where she tongued me inside.

“Oh. Oh, Leslie … oh, yes.”

Her mouth opened, and she muttered around the trunk, “Ya like that, don’t ya?”

“Oh, yes.”

Leslie’s eyes rolled upward, locked onto mine. She stared as she drew my penis back in and groaned, “Auunnghhhhh.” Slurp, slurp. “Unnnnghhh.” The vibration buzzed in her throat and across my slick cock. “Mmm. Mmmm. Mmm-hmmm. Mmmmm.”

Up, down, up and down. Tongue wriggling inside. Thrills shot through, overcoming my exhaustion as Leslie slid the penis in and out of her tight, wet mouth. No cum was releasing, but she wanted more. Again her eyes rolled up to stare at me. The blowjob look. She sucked, she sucked, in and out, my penis tip sliding over her tongue and into her throat and no further … she couldn’t get it in all the way but it was sensuous. She withdrew the head and a string of cum dangled. Leslie licked it up and tongued my head, tickling, stimulating me, then plunged my penis back inside her wet mouth.

I felt it coming and then erupted again. Leslie’s throat constricted — and she swallowed it more, repeatedly! She coughed around my penis, then she forced it in even more and gagged — from inside I felt her throat muscles guzzling down my cum, sliding past her throat.

“Leslie,” I gasped out, “oh, Leslie, ahhhh!”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

I reached down and around her head, stroked her hair and then pressed behind her, holding her steady as I pumped into her hard. Leslie’s tongue licked me and I erupted again, driving into her. My hand shuddered on her head as she slurped at my cock. Then her tongue wriggled around inside her mouth as I spermed down her tight, hot throat and her lips twitched over my trunk.

I felt I would almost pass out from the thrill.

Finally that feeling ebbed from my convulsing body, only a little. Leslie slid the penis out of her mouth with another pop of released suction. She opened her mouth wide to show me. White strands of cum coated the insides of her cheeks.

“I took it all,” Leslie gurgled. Her lips closed. She swallowed it down, gulping loudly.

“Oh my god, Leslie.”

“I told you, you would like playing with me.” She squeezed my cock, then slid her naked body beside mine, her head approaching mine on the pillows. Beautiful blond hair, perfect face. Leslie stared at me, semen covering her lips, and flashed a sweet smile. “Did you liiiike me sucking you?” she asked, in a lighter, childish tone. “Did you like putting your cock in my face?”

I nodded. “I … I … yes.”

“Oh, god. You must have liked it so much, you can hardly talk.” Leslie dropped her mouth open, showing off her tongue — it was covered in slick fluids. She licked her lips, removing excess cum, and wiped the rest off with her tongue. “Wouldn’t you like a kiss from me so we can keep going?”

Her hand came up and gripped my penis, sliding across it, but I felt my energy gone.

“Yes,” I managed. “Give it to me, baby.”

“Mmmm.” Leslie giggled and slid over on top of me. I clutched both her breasts in my hands as her stomach and chest slid onto my stomach. Her arms wrapped behind my neck and held me close as her chin met mine and our lips fastened together. Leslie and I kissed again, with closed mouths, hers small and slick with my juice, twisting with the passion. Smack, smack.

I felt the energy return and pulled away.

Her eyelashes fluttered, inches from my face. “Want to play with me some more?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Want me to suck you again? Deeper this time?”

“You … you can’t.” Despite all this, reason crept in. “Leslie, you’re not big enough to …”

“You’re saying I’m not mature enough to play with you?” She tilted her head and feigned a hurt look.

“N … no.”

“I’m a goddess, Seth.”

“Yes, but you’re not able to …”

Her eyebrows came down. “Yes, I am.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?”

“No.” Then Leslie smiled. “But if you want, I have a few other games we could play.”

Her eyes flickered downward, toward her boobs that pressed into my chest. Her legs rested on mine; my re-hardening penis was just inches from her pussy.

Her eyes narrowed. “Put your penis into me, Seth. I want to feel it in my pussy.”

I closed my eyes. She was incredible.

Leslie shifted to the side — starting to roll. I turned with her onto our sides and scrambled upward, while Leslie lay on the bed, naked arms and legs sprawling. Her eyes squinted shut and her shoulders churned, burrowing herself down into the bedspread, snuggling in, her breasts jiggling. Her arm bent down and she stroked her pussy. “Won’t you let me feel your cock between my legs?”

On my knees, I moved down. Then I lifted one knee, put it down between her legs. Leslie drew her right leg up, high over my head, stretching her pussy wide open, still glistening wet.

With one hand she grasped my penis, hard, and pulled it closer.

Leslie’s tight stomach pulsed in and out with her breath. My hand laid on hers, on my penis, warm, thick, stiff and ready. I aimed it toward her pussy as I drew lower.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” She licked her lips, eyes bright and thrilled, and her hand remained on my penis. “Ohhhh, yesssss!”

My penis touched her pussy lips. I felt the warmth and her wetness.

Leslie stared at me, lips open wide and grinning. “Put that cock in there. Yeah, put it in me.”

Her leg moved in the air, and I pushed into her. I couldn’t get in. Leslie’s pussy was small and tight.

“Mmm, try again,” Leslie mused.

I pushed harder, and slid in a little. My god.

“Oooooohhh.” Her small body writhed on the bed. “Yes, a little more.”

Too tight. But I kept pushing, with my hands braced on her inner thighs. I thrust out further, spreading her legs wide. I slid further inside her, halfway, and her juices gooshed around my trunk.

“Oh yes!” Leslie cried out. “Yes … yes, yes yes, ohhh …”

Harder. Finally something let go. I slipped slowly all the way into her, penetrating her pussy, gasping as I felt the tight, hot wet skin between her legs wrap itself around my cock.

Leslie moaned in delight and shifted her chest from side to side, her breasts jiggling as she stroked herself. “Oh, yes, Seth, oh. … Oh, put it in me, oh!” Her body spasmed again, her vagina jerking around my penis. Then Leslie screamed as the thrill washed over her — “Oh, god! Oh, feels so good!”

I let go of her legs and braced myself on the bed. My cock pulled out … then pushed in again … a little easier this time, but tight inside. Out. Then in, in, in … deeper into this gorgeous, 14-year-old slut …

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Leslie moaned.

I was about to cum … and finally I erupted within Leslie and her eyes squinted; then her entire groin twitched as she climaxed again. I gasped as I pumped my load into her, barely moving, just letting it rush out — oh, the thrill, the power, the SEX!

“Oh, Leslie! Ah, Leslie, oh! oh my god!”

Already I was about done, but Leslie was still whimpering, shifting her hips, getting more orgasms. “Mmmm, mmm … ohhh yeahhhhhssss,” she breathed. “Oh, do it to me again, Seth …”

“I’m … I’m all out,” I muttered. Of course I knew full well how to …

Leslie sighed and I watched as she licked her lips. “Mmmm, kiss me so we can do it again.”

Just as my cum was almost gone I bent forward, my penis still buried between her legs, and I lay over top of Leslie, my stomach on hers, then her breasts … I bent down and she giggled … I licked one of her erected nipples, then licked all over her breast and kissed it, then my lips closed over the nipple and I sucked her.

“Ohhhh, yessss …”

I raised my head, tongue extended. Leslie was moving, whispering something I couldn’t hear. Then my mouth found hers and fastened together for a long kiss.

“Mmmmm.” Leslie pushed her mouth harder in, her arms wrapped around my back, then her legs curled around mine where her vagina was still clamped around me. “Mmmmm, ahhhhh.”

Energy coming back. I raised up my penis and felt the thrill once again, then pushed in, out, in, out.

 “Oh yessss.” I closed my mouth and tried to get back as I kept penetrating, but Leslie held on to me, her face pressed close and her tongue extended. My lips were closed but she pushed her tongue between them — I opened my mouth just enough for her to stick her tongue inside, wiggling between my lips, touching my tongue. “Aaa-aa-aaa-aaaaahhhh.”

I had paused penetrating her but instantly I burst out and I gasped — the initial thrill was intense, cum spurting out into her pussy. Then it grew longer, deep, incredible! Leslie’s hips ground back and forth under mine and she moaned with her own orgasm and I could barely move, just lay there, feeling the energy shoot into her, feeling her gyrate beneath me!

“Oh, yes, oh, YESSS!” Leslie’s tongue had pulled out and her head was back on the bed, hair matted behind her neck —

“Aaaagh …” and I dove back down and her lips opened just in time for a wild kiss, wet and passionate, moving, opening and closing lips smacking, tongues licking and then mouths closed again, sucking, noses pressed together and both of us still cumming underneath …

“Mmm-hmmmm.” Leslie kept laughing and I felt the breath from her nostrils. Kiss. “Mmmm.” Tongues licking again. “Ahhh-ha-ha.” Then slippery lips closed and together, sucking, wiggling. Kiss. Kiss. “Mmmmmmmmm.”

And the thrill wouldn’t stop. As long as I was kissing her, my energy would not run out!

My knees bent slightly … I raised up and out of her a little, then shoved back in, hard and fast.

“YESSS!”

I cummed again, more. Sustained bursts. The juices bubbled and drained around my legs, completely lubricated. While I cummed into Leslie and kissed her I kept pumping, in, out, in, out … wouldn’t stop.

Leslie pushed with her body. She wanted to mount me. I quickly let her move, our legs intertwined and now we lay side by side.

She moved more and got herself on top, still kissing me with soft, wet lips.

Leslie let go of my face. Then, her boobs shoved tighter against my chest and even while I kept sperming into her pussy she pushed herself up with her arms. Now she was straddling me, her knees pressed against my hips, breasts hanging from her and her long blond hair spilling over her shoulders. From here I could see where my penis met her pussy, shoved up inside and streaked with a mixture of her cum and my sperm all over the place, slathered almost everywhere between her legs and on my groin.

“Ooo, here we go,” she whispered.

Leslie tensed her legs, then jerked up. Her vagina slid over my penis and almost out, then she came down again … back inside … then up, down, up, faster and faster, almost jumping on me, riding me, her hands clasped over her breasts, elbows akimbo, and her eyes closed and lips open in that same slutty teenage half-frown. “Mmmm, yesss, mmmm, yesss …”

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair was flying, breasts jiggling.

“Ooohhh, my god.” Leslie stopped for a moment, her tight, slender stomach jerked and then her groin pulsed forward. I shuddered. Thrill. Then she pumped me again. Up, down, up …

Almost there. She was climaxing and moaning, and in a moment I would join her.

Leslie’s eyes opened and stared down at me. Her face blurred and jerked back and forth on her neck. Her grin widened and she jumped harder, faster, sliding me in and out of her pussy — “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh … uh … you like?!”

I couldn’t respond as I suddenly exploded once again. Leslie felt it — “Oh yes!” and she kept riding me, pumping out more, even longer bursts of cum. Then she stopped and settled over me, legs clamped around mine and she ground her hips from side to side, gyrating on top of me. Leslie rode a few more times, then stopped, gyrated her hips. So sexy …

“Oh, Seth,” she murmured, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, you feel so good up my pussy.”

“Thank you, Leslie.” I could barely respond. “Oh, thank you …”

“Mmm, we’re not done.” Leslie moaned and giggled as she suddenly lifted herself up … and up. My penis strained against her inside as if held there by suction, and then out — her pussy let go with a wet, loud pop! Leslie immediately took it between her hands and rubbed the trunk, still wet and sticky, then she began sliding her body downward on the bed, kneeling between my legs and drawing her ass up into the air behind her.

Just as I realized what she was doing, Leslie cracked her lips open with a sweet, slutty grin, licked her lips and her words oozed out, “I think I want to put you in my mouth again … aaaahhhh-ohhmmm.”

Her lips closed around my cock and I felt her tongue and cheeks wrap around my trunk as she slid me in and out, eyes closed. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” Pop. Leslie brought the penis out of her face and teased my head with her tongue, spit crackling and sliding. Then back inside her lips, thrusting me in and out. “Mmmm. Mmm!” Leslie shoved her face forward, deep-throating me farther down her mouth, and she groaned as her throat muscles quivered around my cock.

Thrills burst through me, but I didn’t cum into her. I just sighed, feeling her tongue slick across my trunk from inside her mouth.

Leslie opened her mouth, withdrew my cock and licked my tip, then stuck it back inside. Again she penetrated in, out, in, out, but not as further in as before. Then, while she sucked, she grasped my knees with her hands and pushed — I slid backward on the bed until my back met the pillows and I was sitting upright, with Leslie sucking me.

“Mmmm-mm-mmmm.” Her moans couldn’t get any sexier, and I noticed her hand reaching down to fondle herself as she twisted her chin around my penis, licking me, wrapping her slick tongue around me.

She extended a finger and poked it up inside her pussy, then slithered her mouth out from around my cock and stared up at me as it popped from her lips. “Let’s play with each other,” Leslie oozed at me with a sensuous voice. “Just watch me do this.”

Leslie returned to sucking me, and then she turned her body around, legs and feet out over the side of the bed. I was staring at her ass. And Leslie’s legs and ass seemed to float upward even as she sucked and her ass was right next to my face, legs sticking straight up, she was almost standing on her head — her breasts pushed into my stomach.

I craned my neck, looking down between her legs. Leslie’s hair hung over her head but she kept sucking, upside-down, getting it in deeper this time. Oh my god. I knew I would cum again in seconds!

No. She pulled my penis out and released it with a smack. “Seth, suck my pussy. Suck it up there, at the same time, and don’t stop.” Leslie swallowed. “What I’m going to try to do …” She sighed, then smacked her lips together. “Is take down all of your cum. All of it.”

I shook my head, leaned back on the pillows, eyes closed. “Oh, you’re a little bitch.”

“Ooooohhh.” Her tongue licked the tip of my cock. “Keep talking like that while you suck me.”

I felt her mouth wrap around my penis again and she plunged it deeper. I opened my eyes and Leslie’s body raised up just a little more, her vagina right before my face —

I leaned forward, grasped her legs and spread them apart. Then I bent my chin down and tongued her pussy.

“Mmmmm.” Leslie moaned from beneath, and I felt my cum about to start.

More. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and sucked, licked, then she shuddered and a burst of juices flowed out of her crack and down her left leg over my hand. “Oh, you little slut,” I gasped.

“Mm-hmmm …” She laughed, lips open around my cock and I felt the air. “I’m just a nasty whore.”

Ahhh! I exploded in her mouth and her lips drew tighter in, I felt her gulp-gulp-gulping it down …

I pressed harder, licking her wildly, then sticking my tongue inside, then I raised my hand, still cumming repeatedly into her myself. Leslie was gagging down my cum but her lips didn’t open, she didn’t let go, her throat kept swallowing and I heard her groan, “Mmm — mmm — mmm — mmmm — MMMMPH!”

“Ohhh!” My lips let go of her pussy and I brought up my hand, put my index and middle fingers together and slid them inside her. “You like that, you little whore?”

Gulp, gulp, gulp. All of my cum. “Mmm-hmmmm!”

She slid it out of her mouth. “I’m your little whore, Seth.” Lips around my penis then sucked in deep, then out. “I’m your little slut.” Back in, then slipped out with a suctioned pop. “Do you like your little slut slave? Did you screw my slutty little body any way you liked?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Leslie …”

“Do you like playing with my parts?”

“Mmmm.” I kissed her pussy directly, licking her skin, and Leslie shivered and giggled, wrapping her mouth back around my cock and sucking. “I like playing with everything, Leslie …”

Smack. Her mouth released my penis. “That’s because my little body is so sexy, and I’m a whore …” penis in, then out … “and I’m a bitch …” again, and I was going to explode, but I kept penetrating her with my hand … “and a nasty, cocksucking, lip-licking, tight-ass slut.”

I pulled my fingers out as I erupted, driving deep into her throat, then Leslie cried out as she swallowed and I removed my fingers and stuck my tongue deep into her. Her mouth clenched even tighter around my penis and she gagged as she kept swallowing. I felt and heard the gurgling from her throat …

A longer burst, now, an incredible orgasm surged through me, and her hips convulsed, pussy juices flowing around my mouth and her body wriggled. I reached behind her, pinched her ass cheek with my fingers, then drew my hand back and slapped her lightly.

Her mouth gurgled. Still going. And I felt darkness cloud my brain as I heard her mumble, even with my penis pushed halfway down her throat, reply, “Spank me again!”

I slapped her harder, her mouth drew my penis in, then out, but without letting go. Leslie’s hips twitched and she giggled, mouth filled with my penis, then finally she pulled out and shrieked back, “Spank me. Slap my ass. Spank my little ass!”

Slap! — harder.

Leslie gagged, then sighed and sucked my cock even deeper. “Mmmm … nnghh … mmmmm …”

A huge burst! At the same time her entire body writhed and I felt my lips let go of her pussy …

Seconds … maybe minutes … later, I felt myself waking up.

No … My heart lurched. This is a dream. It can’t be real. I was having sex with a 14-year-old goddess.

I felt my body, lying down somewhere, felt air all over me.

Eyes open. Not a dream. The young, sexy, bombshell 14-year-old goddess was right over me, up on her knees and hands.

“You okay, Seth?”

Oh my god. I remembered it all. Leslie. She had sucked my cock repeatedly and at the same time I had taken her pussy.

“Seth?” Her eyes were wide open, mouth in a peaceful smile, warm and friendly. Her sizeable breasts hung only an inch from my stomach.

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

And she grinned wider. “Good … sometimes I’m a little much for beginning partners.”

I struggled to sit up and Leslie slid beside me, tucking her legs underneath her naked ass, then with her hands she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, stroked her breasts for a moment, then reached down with one hand and fingered my wet, cum-slathered penis softly.

“Did you like me?”

What a question. “Oh, Leslie.” I shook my head. My lips tasted of her cum. “You were incredible.”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. With her left hand she traced little circles around her pussy — and it was also still covered with cum, both of ours. “Does that mean you’re done playing with me?” she asked.

I sighed. “I’m spent … although I know you can fix that.”

Her smile grew wider, sluttier. “I can.”

“But what else is there to do?”

Her head tilted to the side and she frowned. “Well, you’ve forgotten my butt.” She let go of my penis and drew herself up on her knees, stretching her whole little body … “I told you before you took on Ashley that I could take you in my behind.”

“Are you … are you sure?”

Leslie’s face turned and she bent down quickly, I opened my mouth and took her lips and she sucked on my mouth, face grinding forward into mine … and the vigor shuddered through me. Ready for more!

Leslie jumped down off me and got further down on the bed … I watched and then scrambled forward as she turned her legs around and bent down, stomach-first, and she drew herself up onto her knees with her ass protruding straight at me.

“Now.” She twisted her body, grinding her cheeks back and forth, only feet away. Cum dripped from her front. “Won’t you please come and put your cock into my back door?”

 “Are … you’re sure?”

Leslie smacked her lips and shot an innocent look my way. “I just want to know how it feels. Please?”

No further questions. I bounced down to her and landed on my knees, then Leslie turned upward on her waist, bracing herself with one arm. I stared down at her ass as a pair of her fingers slipped up between her legs, greased with cum. She rubbed it upward, into her crack, then her asshole.

Leslie bent back down onto the bed, leaning on her hands and protruding her ass. Then she wiggled her hips and my breath caught in my throat just from looking.

“Oh, Leslie, you have a great little ass.”

“Try it, Seth.” Again Leslie jiggled herself. “Put your penis up my ass. It won’t hurt.”

I got up above her, ran my fingers across her back and braced myself there. Then aimed my lengthening penis at her ass, pre-cum already dangling from my glands.

Then I pushed. The slippery head slid down through her crack and then touched her hole. I pushed more. It slipped in a little and Leslie shuddered and screamed, “Oh, my GOD!”

I halted. “What …”

“Oh, that feels …” Leslie’s breath drew in. “It feels so good.”

My hands reached around her back and grasped her breasts, and then one of her hands wrapped around mine on her right boob. I pushed my cock into Leslie’s tight ass, lubricated by the cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER!

“Ooooohh, yessss,” she moaned.

I let go of her left breast and moved back to squeeze her hip.

“Ahh-haaaaahhhh,” Leslie breathed. “Oh, my god, I’m a little ass-fucking slut.”

“You like me … up your ass?”

 “Oh, god, yes. Fuck me.” She swallowed and her butt wriggled. “Please, fuck me!”

I was all the way in and Leslie’s hips ground backward. I drew back, then penetrated again, and exploded into her ass … “Ohhh, yessss!” and I pumped in and out as she screamed, I clutched her breast and slapped her hip, harder and harder, riding Leslie from behind, and her begging for more.

 

(Continued from http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/49/14759.html"> face="Verdana">The Goddesses of Sex - part 2: Ashley ...)

            I live alone now, my girlfriend moved out about a month ago.  It wasn’t much of a relationship.  I guess we just didn’t love each other enough to keep going.  I wasn’t too sad to see her go.  I walked into the kitchen to put away my glass.  I was looking out of the window I have above the sink.  Suddenly I got that feeling that I was being watched.  The hairs on my neck went up.  I looked around outside, but all I saw were the trees being swayed by the wind.  I went up stairs to get ready for bed, trying to escape that eerie feeling.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I wasn’t look forward to it.  I walk to my bathroom forgetting about what I felt downstairs, replacing it with the loathing I had for tomorrow.  I turned on there water in the shower and walked back to the mirror, shedding my robe and hanging it on the hook.  I studied myself.  I had taken up running again, trying to get back in shape, and it was paying off.  I had just about got my six-pack back.  I smiled to myself, satisfied.  The water had warmed up by the time I had finished brushing my teeth. I finish my shower, toweled off and went strait to bed.  It wasn’t long before I was asleep; it had been a long day. 

            I awoke.  I blinked at my clock trying to focus my eyes.  12:33.  I’ve only been asleep an hour.  My stomach tightened.  There was someone in my room with me.  I turned and saw a small outline.  The person was thin, about five feet ten inches tall.  They were standing their watching me at the foot of my bed. 

            “Who are you!?” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I reached quickly for my pistol that I kept in the night sand beside my bed.  A hand stopped mine.  How did she move that fast.  Now that she was closer I could see that it was in fact a girl, a beautiful girl.  She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties.  She had long jet black hair that reached the top of her back.  Her eyes were some wonderful shade of green that looked like they were on fire. She had a great body, and her grip was surprisingly strong.  My heart was pounding.  At first I was scarred to see someone sneak into my room but now it was pounding because of something else.  A million questions ran through my head. Who was she?  Why was she here?  How did she get in?  What was she doing?  What did she plan on doing with me?  I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, it was like I was in a trance.  Her grip loosened and I made no attempt to get my gun.  Her right hand moved around and caressed the back of my head.  Her touch electrified me.  She brought my head close to hers, and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I couldn’t think strait enough to question it.  I just soaked it all up.  Our tongues danced in each others mouths as she pushed me down on my bed.  She straddled me and began to rub my cock through the sheets.  I was hard as a rock now.  She moved her hand underneath the sheets and started pumping me.  I removed her skin tight top she had been wearing.  She hadn’t been wearing any bra under her top.  I began to caress her breast with both hands she moaned softly into my mouth.  She took off her bottom and I threw away my covers.  We embraced, it felt so good just touching her.  Our lips locked again, and with her right hand she took my cock and guided me in her. She threw her head back and moaned as she took me all in. Her pussy was so tight and wet with her juices.  She began to bounce up and down, fucking me faster and faster.  She rubbed and squeezed her tits as she fucked, moaning and screaming.  I rolled her to her back and began pounding her with everything I had.

            “Oh, YES! Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”  I was completely enthralled with her.  She arched her back suddenly and I felt all her muscles tense as she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.  Then she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails dug deep into my back.  It hurt, but I could care less at that point.  She threw herself into my thrusts, matching my pace, and she began moaning more and more.  I knew she was close and I was too.  I started fucking her faster and even harder.  Her moans turned to screams again and I found myself screaming as well.  At first I thought to pull out, but she pulled me in with her powerful legs.  I came inside her.  Load after load was shot into her vagina, and I just kept cumming.  Finally I was out.  I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath, watching this beautiful vixen lying there panting.  Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.  I leaned forward and our lips met again in a fiery passionate kiss.  I realized my back was bleeding from her clawing.  I was growing tired suddenly, too tired. I broke the kiss to say something but all I could do was catch my breath.  She began to kiss and bite my neck, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and then, nothing…