Sex Stories Post | Published Stories | Erotic Horror http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories Free Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Erotic Fantasies Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:36:02 MST en <![CDATA[Demon Surrogates]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/337131/ This story is a work of fiction. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. I only hope that more is written about male pregnancy/transgender pregnancy. Thank You and Enjoy.


Demon Surrogates


It’s a clear spring night outside the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Wallace’s windows. The warm spring air has just come in for the season, pushing out the frigid air brought about by winter. With their apartment almost ten stories above the city below, the bedroom window is wide open letting the nice air in. Mrs. Wallace is lying on their bed, lost in a deep sleep. Her blonde hair covers her pillow, while the covers are down enough to show the outline of the nipples, sitting on B-Cup breasts under her nightie. Even after 3 children, she still enjoys how her husband gives her tits a good licking/biting during their love making. Mr. Wallace is, of course, lying next to her in his own sleep. He’s roughly 6 ft, and stands taller than his wife’s 5 ft-3 in frame. He’s got brown hair, and just a hint of a stubble beard, per his wife’s liking.
Mrs. Wallace, in her dreamy state, feels a pair of hands running up her body. Feeling the pair of hands, she fidgets ever so slightly, but keeps her eyes closed. She recognizes the rough hands feeling her up right now, as she thinks to herself that her husband had a frisky dream. It wasn’t at all uncommon for Mr. Wallace to want a good fucking after a sexy dream, and the same to Mrs. Wallace as well.
She keeps her eyes shut as she feels her husband’s hands slowly move up to her nightie-covered breasts, and starts to tease the nipples a bit. In only a few moments, she lets out a moan, unable to resist the urge. Almost instantly, her husband flips her from her side to her back, and clamps his mouth over hers in a deeply passionate kiss. Mrs. Wallace returns the kiss, with fervor, and opens her mouth to let in his tongue. Eagerly, he sticks his tongue in her mouth, and makes contact with her tongue. The contact alone is enough to sent electricity through both lovers. Mr. Wallace breaks their kiss, kisses her cheek, then takes her ear into his mouth, tonguing it in the process. One of the advantages to being married for so long is you always know what gets your husband’s/wife’s juices flowing, and for Mrs. Wallace, this was a big one. She grabs the back of his head, and urges him to continue. Enjoying the slow torture going on with her ear, she reaches for his rock hard dick, and starts to stoke it through his boxers.
“Hmmm, aren’t you two just a pair,” a distinctly female voice calls. The two of them stop immediately, and look over to see a hooded figure sitting in the chair directly across the bed. “Ohh, I’m sorry, I was just enjoying the scene, please continue,” the figure insists, with its legs crossed. It’s Mrs. Wallace who starts up again, stroking her husband’s still hard dick through his boxers, and Mr. Wallace moves to the other ear, and starts to work on it. As he bites at the earlobe, then sticks his tongue in her ear, her moans egg him on. At the same time, the little voice in his head that’s saying, “Wait, there’s somebody weird in your house, and watching you make love to your wife,” is shrinking quickly until it plays no part in the decision making process.
Mrs. Wallace, letting go of her husband’s tool, brings her hands up to his face, and brings him in for another deep, passionate kiss. As they tongue wrestle, spit dribbling out the side of their mouths, the hooded figure starts stroking itself, a large red cock pointing out from the black robe. The robe is hiked up, to allow better access by the figure, and has it’s muscular female legs on display. As Mrs. Wallace breaks the kiss, “Come on hon, let me suck the cum out of you.” Needing no other further encouragement, Mr. Wallace lets his wife have her way. She rolls him onto his back, and practically tears off his boxers to get at his 6in dick, hard and ready. She starts by licking the head, almost like a lollipop, savoring its taste. She uses her free hand to play with his balls, eliciting a groan of approval from her husband. She runs her tongue up and down his prick, making it shine with her spit. She slowly makes her way back to the tip of his dick, savoring every pulsing vein in his weapon. She takes him into her mouth, and deep throats her lover’s dick, enjoying every sensation it gives her. She keeps bobbing her head on his tool, having ever intention to taste his cum on her tongue. His face scrunches up, and she can feel his dick get bigger in her mouth as it gets ready to shoot its treat into her belly.
“That’s enough of that now. I’ll be the first on to cum tonight love birds,” the hooded figure calls out again. Almost on cue, Mrs. Wallace backs off her husband’s dick, leaving him frustrated at the lack of cumming. The hooded figure no longer has a hood, actually, it no longer has any clothes at all. It’s quite obviously a woman, just a red one, almost demonic. The horns atop her head prove the point. Atop the chest of the creature sit a pair of impressive D-cup breasts, but that’s not the surprising thing. Where there should be a cunt on this demon, there is in fact an 8 in cock, hard and ready to go. As the demon walks over to the couple, Mrs. Wallace speaks, “Have something particular in mind dear?” Smiling at the obvious invitation, the demon responds, “Ohh, you have no idea. On your back slut, I’m going to stretch you farther than you’ve ever been before.” Pushing her husband out of the way, Mrs. Wallace spreads her legs wide, “Cum and get me you hung stud!!” The demon takes it’s cock in hand, and slowly sinks it’s girth into the tight cunt of Mrs. Wallace. Mr. Wallace idly jacks himself, trying to get off on his wife fucking another man…..or whatever it is. “Come on you stud, bottom out in me. I want to feel your head at me womb.” The demon leans down to kiss Mrs. Wallace, and the creatures tongue snakes out, and massages he tongue, making her body shudder from the feeling. 
At last, the demon bottoms out in her cunt, “Hehe, I think you’ll do nicely my dear.” Being so stuffed full of cock, more than she ever had before, she was unable to respond, her mouth gaping from the shear feeling alone. “Now, you’ll get a treat. Hubby, get up here and treat my breasts.” Almost in a trance, he does as he’s told, and moves on top of his wife, and starts to lick and bite the demon’s breasts. Surprisingly, as soon as he does this, Mrs. Wallace starts to lick, and tongue her husband’s asshole. Mr. Wallace moans into the demon’s breasts at the new feeling. Feeling satisfied, the demon starts to fuck the cunt it’s buried in. It starts slowly at first, enjoying the vice its dick was in. Soon enough however, nature takes over, and it starts to ram it into her, like an engine piston. Mrs. Wallace breaks off eating her husband’s ass, “FUCK ME YOU STUD!!!! OHH GOODDD!!!!!” Her cries ring out as her entire body tenses up, and her back arches as her orgasm ripples through her entire being. Simultaneously, a high pitched wail rings out, more animal than human, as the demon lets loose it’s pent up load into her willing, and eager cunt. Hr. Wallace feels the creatures breasts tense up, and the muscles contract as its own orgasm ripples through its body.
After both come down from their high, the demon’s prick is still rock hard. “Okay, one down, one to go.” Pointing to Mr. Wallace, she instructs him, “Eat her out, and it better be good.” Pulling back from its sex partner, the demon pulls it’s dick from the cunt, leaving a small trail of cum along the way. Eagerly, Mr. Wallace dives into his wife’s well-fucked cunt, savoring the flavor. Unknown to him, there’s now a tattoo on his wife’s belly, a sign of things to come, but he’s not coherent enough to notice. As the husband starts eating out her husband, the demon slaps the globes of his ass, “Hmmm, it’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll do,” the demon remarks. The creature takes its hands, and spreads his cheeks, exposing his asshole, shiny from his wife’s attention. The creature takes its dick, well lubed from all the juices, and pushes into Mr. Wallace’s asshole. Through gritted teeth, the creature slowly pushes past through all his internal resistance. Mr. Wallace keeps eating out his wife, his hands twisting and turning the sheets in agony as his once normal asshole is stretched beyond capacity. When the demon finally bottoms out, even Mr. Wallace is surprised at how good it feels to be so full of dick. Seeing Mr. Wallace settle down, the demon gives his ass a good slap, “I knew you’d love it slut. You’ll love what comes later too.” The demon pulls out of Mr. Wallace’s ass-cunt, and pumps it back in, getting a groan from the person the ass-cunt is attached to. The demon slowly gets a rhythm going fucking the hell out of Mr. Wallace.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Wallace can’t get enough of her cunt getting eaten. It’s already one of her weaknesses as it is. Her mouth is hanging open, drool dripping down her mouth, unable to scream for the feeling coming from her well-used cunt. She’s gripping her breasts, and tweaking her nipples, but that’s all she can do right now it seems. The creature picks up its pace, trying to pump its load into its next vessel tonight. Mr. Wallace’s dick is steel, and has a trail of pre-cum dripping onto the bedspread, begging to be touched. In an instant, Mr. Wallace feels the weapon in his ass get larger, and he knows what’s coming. The animal like creams of the creature can be heard as it pumps it’s cum deep into his ass. At the same time, his own dick starts it’s spewing and every muscle in his body contracts as his own orgasm hits, like a freight train. During his orgasm, his asshole tightens, creating a tighter vice around the creatures cock, encouraging it to cum more.
After the demon has finished it’s cum spray of Mr. Wallace’s inside, it collapses on all fours, unable to move for some time. Eventually, the demon gets up, and once again sits in the same chair it had occupied earlier. “Damn, I need to visit all of you more often, that was one good fuck. Now, next to your wife slut!” Mr. Wallace struggles to take his place next to his wife. Unknown to him, he now also has a tattoo on his belly, similar to the one his wife now has. The creature, smiling at them, “Now, for the fun part.” With that, the demon snaps its fingers, and the marks on each of their belly glow a red color. Immediately after, they feel it. The telltale stirring of life within their bodies. Mrs. Wallace is familiar with it having been the mother to three children. Mr. Wallace, however, is not so familiar with pregnancy, nor one quite like this.
In an instant, both their bellies swell to sizes reflecting the children they will soon bear. They both start screaming, not so much in pain as in surprise, as they both witness each other’s growth around their midsection. Oddly enough, both their eyes are on Mr. Wallace, who has never swelled to the size he is now. His slightly hairy belly started to look like he had a beer-belly, but they knew better than that. As it got bigger, Mr. Wallace could feel it moving, like a woman would a normal child, except there was nothing normal about this child. He gripped his growing belly as it expanded to sizes he never thought possible for a man.
In a matter of minutes, both husband and wife looked to be full term, and they both knew it when they each felt the urge to push. For Mrs. Wallace, it was nothing new, having given birth to three children before, but for Mr. Wallace, it was terrifying to say the least. He felt the urge to take a shit, and then a searing pain in his asshole. Almost be instinct, he pulled his knees to his chest, trying to get the thing inside him out.
The demon appeared at Mr. Wallace’s side, “You know, I never tire of seeing men giving birth to my bastard children through their asshole. I guess it’s something about men that excite me.” The demon child’s head appeared at the man’s asshole, just a little red skin visible. The creature smiling at seeing this, “Come on now, it’s just like taking a shit. Besides, I was kind to you after all, I could have knocked you up without stretching your ass on my pole.” With his wife’s cries of pain next to him, he let his own out as his anal cavity was stretched to accommodate the body of the brat in his belly.
“Ohhh, the head’s out hubby,” the creature said clapping its hands proudly, “Now for the rest slut.” Screaming at the top of his lungs, he pushed out the rest of the creature’s offspring out onto the bed covers. Clapping loudly, the demon speaks again, “Very well done hubby. And look at that, your asshole is so big I thing I could fits a few fists up there. Hehe, it kind of gives a new name to the ‘Grand Canyon’ joke doesn’t it. Ohh, and your wife gave birth perfectly. I’d expect nothing less from a woman after all.” With Mr. Wallaces asshole gaping and bloody with the child on the sheets wining, and the same for his wife’s cunt and her child, the creature takes both children. “Well, it’s been fun, and thanks for the kids. Who knows, I may want more eventually.” As it turns around to leave, it makes one last remark, “I almost forgot, I come from a big family, and there are a lot of relatives that might want to start a family. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll give them you address, just in case.” With that, the creature leaves, leaving both Mr. and Mrs. Wallace a mess, covered in cum, blood, and afterbirth.
With the rise of the sun, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace wake up to everything the way it was. “Wow, that was one weird dream,” Mrs. Wallace remarks. Mr. Wallace responds, “Hmm, you mean a demon and getting knocked up and all.” Wide eyed, they look at each other. Mrs. Wallace finally says something, “That’s awesome. I don’t think we’ve ever had the same dream before.” Making light of it, Mr. Wallace agrees. He gets up to go to the bathroom. In just a few seconds, Mrs. Wallace hears him screaming. “SARAH, GET IN HERE!!!” Mr. Wallace screams. Mrs. Wallace hurriedly runs into the bathroom, “Honey, What is ….” she stops mid sentence as she sees the still obvious tattoo on her husband’s belly. Almost instantly, she lifts up her nightie to see the same on her belly. Both were speechless to say the least, but they were completely terrified when they discovered the same tattoo on the bellies of their three children as well.



THE END

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All feedback/comments/ideas would be greatly appreciated. ]]> Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:36:02 MST silent_one__ Erotic Horror 3 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/337131/ <![CDATA[The Hitch-Hiker]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/237753/ 1.45 AM, on a Wednesday morning. Not my favourite time to finish work but, the new server was up and running and I didn’t have to be back in until 2 PM, this afternoon.

I drove at a leisurely pace, well aware of the many speed cameras along this stretch of the A12, my only fellow road users were Dutch and Polish Lorries on their way to Harwich or Felixstowe. I was singing along to an old Beatles song on the radio, when I saw her walking alongside the road.

She looked beautiful. Mid 20’s, at a guess. She had a slim waif like body and wearing an old fashioned hippy afghan coat. Her face looked unearthly and ethereal; a consequence of the cool night air and the yellow sodium street lights. I pulled over beside her and opened the window. “Hi. Are you OK? Do you want a lift somewhere?” She smiled and wordlessly got into my car.

In the overhead light I could see she had a lovely shock of auburn hair framing a heart-shaped face and delicate Elvin features. “You know, it’s very late. It’s not safe to hitch, especially here. We must be half a mile from the nearest house” Her hand reached out and rested on mine. Once again she smiled at me, but didn’t say a word. A truck whistled past, barely clearing my wing mirror. This wasn’t a good place to park.

I put the car in gear and started to move off “So, where are you headed? I turn off in a few miles. I go up the A133 toward Clacton. I could take you home if it’s not too far out of the way” No answer, the car was silent except for the sound of the purring engine “Shall I turn the radio up?” She shook her head, and then she indicated the slip road for the A120 and spoke for the first time “Here”

You want me to turn off here? Ok, how far are we going? Coggeshall? Braintree? You’re not heading for Stanstead, are you?” “No. Turn here”

I followed the road for 3 more miles in silence, until we reached a lay-by, screened by trees from the main road, just past Coggeshall. “Here. Turn in” she said

We pulled in to an utterly dark lay-by. No streetlights made it through the trees. When I turned off the engine there was only the light from the muted radio, and the moon. Her hand grabbed my leg and ran up my thigh “Emm; you don’t need to do this. I didn’t pick you up for sex. I just thought you needed……………..” Her mouth covered mine. Her hand was in my crotch kneading my rapidly expanding erection. She climbed over the gear stick and put her knee between my legs. Her hungry lips seized mine and she urgently started to remove her coat. She shrugged it off and threw it on the passenger seat. Her blouse soon followed and her bra too. She grabbed my head and forced my face down to her chest.

I started to gently kiss and lick her nipples and she started to gasp and moan. She seemed desperate for sex, a ravenous nymph. She pulled her nipple away from my mouth and her hands fumbled at my belt buckle and trousers. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now” “Hold on a minute” I said, “hold on. STOP” Her hand stopped trying to pull my trousers down. A few seconds passed as I gathered my confused thoughts. “Look, I stopped because I thought you needed a lift. Nothing else. You are very beautiful and I would love to make love to you, but this is just so….. Sordid” “You don’t want to fuck me?” she asked. She seemed sad, almost distessed. “No. Yes… but let’s be nice to each other. I can take you back to my flat; we could have a drink, talk a little” “No" she spoke bitterly "It has to be here”

“I could take you home afterwards or you could stay the night” I pleaded “No, it has to be here. Now. I feel alive here”. I glanced around at the lay-by. On one side was a farmer’s field. On the other side was the Coggeshall road. Not my idea of a romantic spot. But..... “Ok” I said, “if you want, but just a bit slower, OK?” I lowered the passenger seat and laid her back. My hand slid up her tummy and gathered her small breast, brushing her nipple with my thumb. Her skin was cold in the morning air, and I turned the heating on. I leaned over her to kiss her lips passionately as my hands started to slowly undo her jeans. She had gone from ravenous wolf to passive doe in a few minutes, but I could feel her passion still bubbling under the surface as her tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed mine. She lifted her bottom, to help me take off her jeans and I could see a wild tangle of red pubes covering her pudenda. I slid my hand through the wiry bush and she parted her legs to allow me access to her wet, slippery hole.

I moistened my middle finger in her pussy and ran it over the hardened bud of her clitoris. She moaned and lifted one leg, placing her foot on the dashboard opening her labia wider still. My tongue traced a path down here body, kissing her neck, lingering on the erect bud of one nipple. Slowly I traced a path over her perfect flat tummy; delving into her pretty navel. I lingered on her bush, inhaling the heady erotic aroma of sweat and sex pheromones and something..... earthy. I moved lower. My tongue flicked over her clit, and I felt her muscles tighten in her womb. I moved lower my tongue delved into her vagina and I moved my left hand over her bush, middle finger now massaging her clit I could feel her enjoyment as her pussy and tummy muscles began to clench. My right hand went under her buttocks and I began to work my index finger into her vagina. She moaned and her pussy muscles grabbed my finger. “Please” she said “fuck me now” I could not refuse a lady. I grabbed a condom from my glove compartment and awkwardly mounted her on the passenger seat. Her pussy was gloriously wet, slippery and tight. I could feel her stomach muscles rippling beneath me and she started to make ‘hunnnnh hunnnnh’ noises. As she came, her orgasm was beautiful to behold; it was glorious, reckless, loud, wild and unrestrained. Her reaction tipped me over the edge and I felt a small piece of heaven as I ejaculated uncontrollably. I lay over her, kissing her lips and enjoying the moment.

“You are gorgeous, utterly utterly gorgeous. I want to see you again. This cant end here” I moved to allow her some room. I reached down to retrieve my trousers. At some point I had lost my mobile phone. I looked under the driver’s seat and soon found it. Coming up, I said “Look, I don’t even know your….” She had gone I had not even heard the car door I drove along the road… a mile left. I turned around and drove a mile in the other direction and stopped to think. She must have walked into Coggeshall, or gone across the field. Dejectedly, I drove home.

It was three months before I saw her again. I was browsing Yahoo News, on the internet, and recognised her beautiful Elvin face and the copper coloured hair, immediately. She was on yahoo News, with the headline: ‘Body found in Essex field’ ‘The body of a 26 year old girl has been found in a shallow gave, in a farmers field, 42 years after she was first reported missing. The girl has been identified as Sarah-Ann Carter, who disappeared after attending the Isle of Wight festival in 1969. The Discovery has rocked the community in the sleepy village of Coggeshall, Essex…..

 

 

 

]]> Sun, 26 Jun 2011 11:00:24 MDT Abinadi Erotic Horror 4 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/237753/ <![CDATA[The Vampire Next Door]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/206338/

I used to think that there was only one kind of vampire that could possibly exist. I was wrong. Vampires do exist and there's more than one kind of vampire in the world. There are vampires who can walk in the daylight and vampires who only lurk around at night; vampires who are allergic to garlic and vampires who aren't; vampires who can turn into bats and vampires who cannot; etc.

My name is Quentin Sanders, by the way, and this is the story of how I got bitten by a vampire who only drank warm blood from her lovers.

I am not a vampire now because the vampire who bit me was one of those vampires who can only pass on their "disease" by giving their blood to others to ingest, and I did not ingest any of her blood.

For that, I am grateful to her because, even though she drank about a liter of my blood, she spared me my mortal life, free of blood-thirst. I don't even want to think of what it would be like to be a vampire, having to go out and hunt for human blood in order to satisfy an immortal craving. Yes, I've heard about how some vampires make do without human blood by feeding off animals, but hey, why take the risk? And some vampires can only drink human blood and nothing else!

I first laid eyes on this vampire two months ago. She had just moved to our street and into the house next door to the one I lived in....

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I wake up one Saturday morning and realize that I've been woken up from my sleep by this annoying scraping sound coming from outside my bedroom window. I look outside and I see this little woman pulling a large box behind her, making her way to the front door of the house next door. Damn! I think to myself, that must be very stressful on her small physique. What do I do? I rush out of my bedroom and out of my house, wasting only enough time to put on a pair of work shorts and a t-shirt.

I come up behind her and say, "Need a hand with that?" She turns around to see me and she smiles. She says, "I can manage, but if it will make you feel better, then sure, I could use a hand." I smile back and lift the box from the bottom end, while she lifts it from the top end. We're both able to carry the box into the front door of the house and set it down in the kitchen, without making any more of that annoying scraping sound.

"What's in this box?" I ask her. She answers, "My refrigerator." "Oh, do you need help taking it out of the box and setting it in the right place in the kitchen here? I don't mind, really." She thinks for a while, weighing factors that are unknown to me, then she looks straight into my eyes and I'm hit by some strange...thing, I don't know what, but she seems to have probed past my defenses and it's like she can see all my hidden motives and intentions. She finally says, "As long as you don't go telling everyone about my refrigerator, I will let you help me." I sigh, then shrug and say, "Pshh. It's just a refrigerator. Why would I want to tell other people about some household appliance, unless it can do something really cool like teleport you into another dimension?" She laughs and seems to relax a bit.

I tell her, "By the way, you look Asian, but I don't know which country you come from." She tells me, "I'm from the Philippines. I came to this country when I was a teenager." Figures, I think to myself. She's got the height, or the lack of it; the facial structure, and long, shiny, black hair. As we open the box and slide the refrigerator out, I ask her how old she is and she tells me that she's thirty. I think and tell her that she looks as if she were only in her early twenties. She blushes and says thank you. We both move the large refrigerator to the corner of the kitchen, near the entrance to the dinning room.

"What's your name?" she asks me. I say, "Quentin Sanders. What's yours?" She says, "June Santiago. How old would you be?" "Thirty two." "Cool." Then I notice the refrigerator and say, "Wow! This doesn't look like a refrigerator. It looks more like a big luxurious... casket for something, I don't know." The refrigerator is a rich maroon in color, with gold plating on the edges of the doors. It looks so polished and new. June has a worried look on her face. I notice it and say, "But, it's just a refrigerator after all, and I guess it can't beam me up to the mothership, now can it?" She relaxes again and says, "No, but it's really nice inside. Sometimes I just want to get inside, shut the door behind me, and just sleep in the cold. I don't do that, really, it's just a fantasy of mine." She smiles nervously. "Right," I say, trying not to sound suspicious. "Well, is there anything else that you need my help in moving?" "No," she says, "I'll have everything inside before eight o'clock tonight. I work better in the night, for some reason." "Okay," I say and wish her a good day and tell her that it was nice meeting her. Then I leave for my place.

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I live alone. Most of the time, I am at my desk in the corner of the living room, on the internet because that's where I work. I'm an online worker. I'm like an electronic salesman. I don't work for any one company; different companies pay me a commission for the customers who buy their (the companies') merchandise through me.

I'm chatting with a customer about the superiority of the GNS brand of car batteries to the HandyDuke's brand, when the customer interrupts my stream of persuation with, "Thanks for helping me with the refrigerator this morning. Could I come over to your place for dinner? I'll pay you for cooking. Oh, and sure, I'll purchase a GNS battery for my car. Put the order in for me, please." I reply with, "Uh, wow! What a surprise! It would be my honor to have you over for dinner tonight, and you don't have to pay for it. It would be my pleasure. What time? And, no problemo; I'll put in the order for you. You should have the package delivered to your doorstep by Tuesday next week. I can have a mechanic replace your batteries for you, no extra fees applied." "Sweet! How about nine? And, thanks for offering mechanical assistance, but I should be able to handle that. I've spent a lot of time with my car so I know it inside-out and back-to-front." "Nine sounds fine! And thanks for purchasing. I feel like I'm definitely going to get a raise in my commission. Recently, I've been selling stuff like hot cakes." "Awesome! It's no surprise to me because you're really good at what you do. Have a nice day, Quentin, and see you at nine this evening." "Thanks, June. I'll have something really good whipped up for us."

During the rest of that day, I sell a boat, three tool sets, a short science fiction story, a Shrek movie characters figurine set, and a box of innovative sex toys. All in all, business is good.

Late in the afternoon, I leave my desk to go put on some clothes that would be proper for walking around in the outside world. I exit the house, get in the car, and drive to the supermarket to buy some groceries for the night's dinner.

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It's nine in the evening and someone knocks on my door. I have dinner prepared on time and am glad that June is on time as well. I open the door and oggle her sexy, curvy body. She's wearing a nice tight-fitting white dress that hangs low on her breasts, revealing a lot of cleavage, and only reaches down as far as her mid-thighs. Her hair is in a neat bun and she has make-up that makes her face look somewhat paler, or is that really make-up, I ask myself? I tell her, "You look so extremely beautiful, I was about to ask you if you had shown up at the wrong house. I don't get a lot of gorgeous women knocking on my door." She smiles and says, "Thank you, Quentin. May I come in?" "Of course, please!" I open the door wider so she can enter.

We sit down at the dinner table and eat a delicious pork and vegetable dinner, which recipe I downloaded the other day from the internet. We sip some red wine once the meal has been finished, and retire to the sofa. We talk about all sorts of things such as my work, my leisure, my beliefs and ideals, and basically, my whole life. After a while, I notice that she now knows a lot about me and I still don't know anything about her, other than what she told me that morning. I say, "Well, June, I feel like you know everything there is to know about me, and I hardly know anything about you. It seems rude on my part that I haven't asked you a question about yourself. Plus, I also feel a bit vulnerable now that you have all this information about me and I don't have any on you. Heck, we're not enemy spies or anything like that; it's just that I want to be fair."

She nods her head and tells me, "I understand how you feel. After everything you've told me, I think I can trust you. How about I make myself vulnerable to you, and at the same time, give you a lot of information about me? I can't do that now, but if you'll stop by my place, tomorrow at noon, you will have something of me to think about. Just come on over. The door will be unlocked. Go into the living room and there will be some things there for you to inspect. And don't forget to bring a sharpened stake and a mallet." With that said, she puts a pale hand over mine and leans close to press her lips against mine. She gets up from the sofa and says, "Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Quentin. See you tomorrow or..." She smiles with a hint of sadness in her voice and turns, making her way to the door. I follow her and open the door for her. She goes down the steps and makes the turn to her house, looking back at me for the last time that night, smiling and crossing over to her front lawn.

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The next morning, I wake up at my normal time, around the seventh hour. The day proceeds normally, with me busy on my computer, selling things and making a living. Then noon approaches, and something bothers me. What is it? I remember, and I quickly sell whatever it is I am trying to sell - I think I just broke my own record for the fastest sell.

I go down into my basement and open a box that is clearly very old and hasn't been opened in almost a decade. Inside this box is a bunch of old stuff I used to collect and play with when I was a kid. I take out two things from the box: a wooden stake and a mallet. Taking these, I go up to my bedroom, change into black trousers, a red shirt, and put on my grey shoes. I leave my house and walk over to June's place.

The door is unlocked, just like she said it would be. I enter her house and close the door behind me. Walking into the living room, I see picture frames on the walls and tables. There are a lot of them. After looking at eight of the pictures, I notice that the time between the taking of these pictures is long, too long for a thirty-year-old woman like June, however, there she is in every one of them. Her style of clothing also changes with the time periods the pictures were taken in. She's been around the world, not just the Philippines and my country, but also in other places such as Africa, Europe, other parts of Asia, South America, and the Poles, North and South. Not all the pictures are photographs; many of them are hand-drawn, and all these ones seem to have been done before the time of photography.

All these pictures, whether photographed or drawn, are dated, and the oldest date on these pictures is found on that of a woman - June, most likely - on a hill, on the outskirts of a village, sitting under a tree and posing in a way that the right side of her neck is exposed to the viewer. And on her neck is the unmistakable mark that would've been made by a pair of fangs. "Oh, shit!" I whisper to myself. On the floor, I see a message written with a thick black marker, on a white A4 sheet of paper, that reads, "Come into the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and brace yourself for whatever you may see."

My legs are weak now for some reason, but I will them to move as I make my way into the kitchen. There in the corner of the room is the maroon refrigerator. I steady myself, grip the mallet in my right hand and the stake in my left hand. I go to stand in front of the refrigerator, an arms length of distance between me and the household appliance. With my left hand, still holding the stake, I open the refrigerator door and quickly take a step back, with stake and mallet ready for action. I gasp at the sight of what is inside.

Cold, white air pours out of the interior of the refrigerator. Frost has encrusted the entire inner walls, but what sends a great shiver throughout my entire body is seeing June, standing upright and stiff, legs together, arms crossed over her upper torso, hands over her shoulders, head bowed down. Her hair and entire body (she's naked) is white as a sheet of paper, covered in frost. She seems to be in a sleep so deep that her chest isn't rising and falling from breathing. She could be dead! Then I think to myself, why did she ask me to bring the mallet and stake along? Did she want me to kill her, on finding out that she was a vampire? No. Last night, She had told me that she would be seeing me again. But she had ended that statement with the word "or." What am I to do now?

Then I remember something else she had said the other night. The whole reason for this, for me being here today at this time was so that I could learn some things about her and she would be vulnerable to me. This is what she meant. Now that I know her secret, I know a lot more about her than any normal person should know. She is also, right now, very vulnerable in this state of hibernation or whatever condition she is in. The question is, again, what should I do, now that I know?

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It is late in the afternoon, and I have sold only one item since noon - a bottle of water. I'm thinking to myself, why would someone go online to buy a bottle of water? Why couldn't they just go to a store nearby and purchase one, or even better, fetch a cup of water from the tap in their kitchen? I guess some people love attention so they're willing to do the darndest things in order to get it. I probably shouldn't be complaining about this, because it is those kind of people who comprise the majority of my customers. I log on to a chat room and discuss the most unworthy topics with people I know nothing about.

The night has come and I decide that two hours of chatting online will be enough for me today. I log off and close the web browser. It is time to eat, so I go to the kitchen to look for some stuff to put together for dinner. I hear a knock on my front door so I stop searching for food in my kitchen and go to stand before it.

I speak through the door so the person on the other side can hear me. "Who is it? If you're a vampire, I'm sorry to tell you that I don't give blood." June's voice answers, "Quentin, it's me. Could I talk to you?" I say, "Sure. I hope you don't mind talking through the door because I'm a bit scared, after what I saw today at noon." She tells me, "Actually, I do mind talking through the door. Look, you don't have to invite me in. I can talk to you while standing outside. I just want to be able to see you when I say what I have to say." I reply, "Uh. You don't happen to have hypnotic eye powers do you? You can't make me invite you in by telepathic suggestion?" She says, "Honestly, I do not have that ability, but there are other vampires who do. I can't come in unless you invite me of your own free will." I consider what she just told me and everything that I currently know about her. "All right," I say, and I open the door.

I'm standing a meter away from the doorway and she's standing half of that distance away from the doorway as well. She's wearing a pink t-shirt and a black skirt that stops just above her knee. I'm wearing black boxers and a light blue singlet. In her right hand, she holds a mallet, and in her left hand, she holds a stake. I have nothing in my hands. She attempts a happy smile, but only reaches as far as a sympathetic one. Then she tosses the mallet and stake at my feet.

She says, "Thank you for opening the door and thank you for not using those on me today. You could've but you didn't so I'm grateful." I tell her, "You're welcome. Thank you for not sucking my blood the other night when you had the chance. Or maybe you're just waiting for the right time, and if that's the case, then it's never." She smiles then gets serious and says, "You're right - I am or was waiting for the right time. You see, unlike other vampires, I only drink blood from people who are willing. I've never forced myself onto anyone in all my four hundred and fifty three years of existence as a vampire." "Well, there's a first time for everything, and I'm not going to be your first time for that." She looks sad and I feel terrible about what I've just said. Hang on, I say to myself, this lady is a creature who drinks the blood of other human beings, and you're feeling sorry for her, after you've turned her down? What is wrong with you?

She attempts to brighten up her sad facial expression, but fails, and says, "All right, well, thanks for the brief friendship. I enjoyed it. I'll try to find someone else to satisfy my thirst; someone willing." I nod my head in agreement. She bids me good night and leaves.

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Three days later, I see June bring a man into her home. He's tall and handsome and seems totally infatuated by her. An hour later, I hear a loud slap, a few seconds later, the man almost runs out of her house and gets into his car, driving away at high speed. It is plain to me that she must've popped the question and his answer was "no." June comes out of her house and looks out at the street, maybe wishing him to come back. She turns back to her house, and I see a big red mark on the left side of her pretty face. "Aw shit, June!" I utter softly as I see her walk sadly back to her home.

That evening, around eight o'clock, I ring the doorbell at June's house. She opens the door and I see her face. I say, "Wow! I didn't know vampires could heal like that!" What should have been a blackened and bruised left side of her face isn't blackened or bruised. She has healed completely and in record-breaking time too. "Do you have a special vampire's-only lotion for that or do you simply command yourself to heal?" She hasn't heard a word I've said because she's staring at me with her mouth wide open. Oh and I forgot to mention to you, the reader, that I'm standing stark naked in front of this woman's front doorway. I ask her, "May I come in?" She swallows and opens the door wider for me to enter.

I go to stand in the middle of the living room. She locks the door and turns to see me. She notices what I've got on my neck. It's a temporary tattoo of a black-lined rectangle with the words, "Sink fangs into here," printed inside. She laughs and laughs. Soon she can't stand so she laughs and stumbles to the nearby couch, clutching her stomach as she goes into a fit. Now I wish I brought the stake and mallet with me. Here I am, offering myself to her, and all she can do is laugh her head off. I turn towards the door, but after I've taken one step, something hits me softly in the head and gets stuck there. I pull it off and look at it. It's a pair of underwear. Turning, I see June on the couch. She's taking off her bra and flinging that at me as well. Her other clothes are on the floor. Now she's naked and she parts her legs wide enough for me to see clearly that junction between her thighs. She plays with her pussy, hidden by black fuzz. My cock becomes erect and she smiles at that.

She gestures for me to go to her, and I obey the unvoiced command. Standing before her, she tells me, "I'm going to enjoy you first, before I suck your blood. I can already smell it, warm and fresh. Mmmm!" She grabs my dick and pulls, causing me to step closer to her. She grabs my ass with both hands and takes my cock, deep into her mouth. I stand and groan with pleasure before her as she works her mouth on my penis. She takes my right hand and places it on her head. I realize what she wants me to do, and so, I run my fingers through her unbelievably, soft, silky hair, rubbing her scalp and the back of her neck, at intervals.

Damn! Her tongue swerves around my penis's head and shaft like a slick serpent. I gently push her head further against my dick until I can feel her chin moving against my balls. She continues to suck my cock expertly and also strokes the area where my balls connect to my body. Then she takes her mouth off my cock and gives me a rapid, mean handjob. I sense that my balls and cock are ready to unload so I tell her, "It's coming." Just as I am about to explode, she opens her mouth around the tip of my penis, and I shoot gooey, white strings of semen into her oral cavity while she continues to jerk me off.

She swallows my ejaculated fluid and looks up at me, showing her mouth, empty of white ooze. I am pleased and caress her face. She smiles and goes back to toying with my cock. She pulls back my foreskin and sucks the bare head. "Oohh! Yeah!" I say, shutting my eyes in extreme ecstasy. She flicks her tongue over the area where my pulled-back foreskin borders with the head of my penis. I utter a moan of approval and pleasure. Then she completely envelopes my penis head with her mouth and sucks it like a lollipop. "Oh, gosh!" I say. My hands are trembling because of the strong sensations she's making me feel due to her attention on my dick. I dig my fingers into her hair, massaging the sides of her head and moving my "lollipop" around inside her mouth. Her lips and tongue make smacking suction sounds on my penis head as she works wonders on it. I look down at her and she looks back up at me, smiling as she continues to make those titillating sound effects on my body.

After I've ejaculated the second time into her mouth, I push her back against the couch so she's sitting up straight. Then I part her thighs, holding her legs in my arms, and bring my waist against hers. I try to insert my penis into her cunt, but I miss on the first two tries. She giggles and reaches down to guide my cock into her pussy. Third time's the charm; my dick goes in, and I am now sexually penetrating a vampire woman's vagina. Both of us say, "Mmmm!" and I begin thrusting into her. She wraps her arms around my waist and looks down at my cock as it moves back and forth into her pussy. I continue to run my fingers through her hair and massage her scalp as I fuck her on the couch. After five minutes, we both lay on our sides and I continue to ram my cock into her cunt, but now she's also meeting my onslaught with her own perfectly timed and maneuvered thrusts. I say, "June, you're really really good at this." She replies, "Four centuries of experience, baby."

She ejaculates and soon after, I do so as well. I ask her, "Does this mean you're going to get pregnant?" She shakes her and and says, "No. I'm on birth control." "So you can have children?" "Yes, but I've decided not to. Are you disappointed in me?" "No. It's your choice." "Thank you." She stops thrusting and I stop as well, but we remain connected. We cuddle and kiss each other for a long while, then she asks, "May I suck your blood now? I'm really thirsty." I tell her, "Yes, you may. Just don't drain me completely. I need blood to survive too, you know." She chuckles and kisses me. Then I turn my neck to her and she kisses the tattooed area, then sinks her fangs into the designated spot.

What I feel now is a sensation of pleasure, different from the sexual variety. It feels like ejaculation, except instead of your body pushing something out, something is being drawn out from you by an outside force. Because of this sensation and my losing of blood, I feel high. I also feel numb and paralyzed. I sense that June also knows how I'm feeling, and even more so. She knows that I will soon be feeling disconnected from reality and even dejected, as a result of what she's doing to me. She caresses me and moves her hands lovingly all over my body while she drinks my red nectar. I distantly feel her hand take my hand and put it between her thighs, then she pushes all four of my fingers into her cunt and gently, but thoroughly, fucks her pussy on my digits. It's working. This woman knows what she's doing because I feel myself coming back from the realm of dejection. The sensations I'm getting through my neck and hand become stronger and I feel like I'm coming back to first person mode, rather than being a far away spectator staring through fog. Oh, her sucking of my blood is so divine and her hand-fucking herself with my hand is nothing short of brilliant! I'm feeling it all now, one hundred percent aware and there.

I still can't move or do anything other than breathe, but I can feel my body and it feels fucking great! Finally, I feel her fangs withdraw from my neck. She licks the blood that oozes out of those two holes she made along my carotid artery and places a bandaid over it. In ten seconds, I've dozed off with her arms and legs wrapped around my body.

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I wake up and it is the morning of the next day. I'm still naked, but I'm in a comfortable bed, with a warm blanket over my body. I feel so cozy. Wait! This isn't where I usually wake up! Where am - Oh! I remember. I sigh and relax.

Five minutes later, June walks into the room. She's not naked. She's wearing a long, white night shirt. Good for her. She smiles and says, "I've got some breakfast ready in the kitchen. You might want to have some clothes on before you leave. Do I have your permission to go into your house and get some clothes for you?" I reply, "Yes, you have my permission." I think she can read my thoughts through her special blood-sensing abilities because she says, "Hmm. Someone's feeling down today and their blood is telling me that there's only one way they can feel better." She smiles and pulls off her night shirt, dropping it on the floor. Naked, she gets into bed with me and we make love for an hour and a half, ending up feeling so tired that, after we shower and have breakfast, we go back to bed and sleep until noon.

THE END ]]> Mon, 28 Feb 2011 18:11:57 MST darkdrone Erotic Horror 3 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/206338/ <![CDATA[Nothing Left]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/138797/
She never fully regained consciousness when she felt the small soft hand slide across the back of her calf. The girl couldn't remember how much time had passed since the bath, and her strange acceptance of the warm soft bed. The small hand continued to slide slowly and gently up her leg. The girl's legs were slightly apart and she was laying face down with her head turned to one side, half buried in the pillow she was clutching. As the hand slid upward it arched downward between her legs just above her knee. Her head seemed to swim in an ocean of half inky consciousness that she could not shake away. Her actions were dictated by the small soft hand that slowly glided up and between her legs. She instantly, with total absence of free will, ever so slightly, was bending one leg, opening the gap between her legs. Her pelvis pushed upward just a little as if, on its own, to invite the hand to continue. Why was she doing this? The girl thought. Why could she not bring herself fully awake. She wanted to sit up to see who belonged to this strange touch that seemed to dictate her every movement.

The hand felt so small and was now inside her thigh slowly approaching the spot it seemed to be seeking. It lingered, slowly drawing small circles across the creamy softness of her thigh with small fingers. What was happening? The girl's head swirled this way and that trying to remember how she had gotten here. How she had ended up in this dream world. Her body controlled by this person she could not see. At the first touch of a tiny finger on the soft folds of her exposed vagina, the girl realized she was wet. She also realized as the probing fingers slid softly around the area that she had been shaved completely of any pubic hair. When this had happened she could not say. She did not remember the brutal old ladies who had scrubbed and abused her doing this. When she felt the first finger slide inside her she slightly regained some concentration. But it seemed only for the purpose of opening herself up a little more so the small finger might slide deeper.

The girl was dripping wet now as she felt the finger work it's way in and out of her. On the next inward thrust two, no, three fingers entered her. The girl's body withered in a state of denial and ecstasy that she could not control. Why was she allowing this to happen? Why could she not confront the person this tiny hand belonged to, that was penetrating her body, and yes, also her mind. It became clear to her at that moment who was in control here, of the situation, of her body....all of it. Her mind reeled and her body withered and arched as a thumb softly pushed against her clit.

Her body was owned plain and simple. Her movements in control of someone unseen! The girl's hips pivoted upward to accept more of the penetrating invasion inside her. It seemed her body wanted more. It thirsted for it. The pumping motion of the small soft hand grew faster. The wetness of the girl's cunt dribbled down her thigh. She gasped as the small hand clenched into a fist and fully slid inside her. The owner of the hand let her fingers unfurl as it moved back and forth in a circular motion. She felt the fingers sliding, probing the inside walls of her pussy. Then in one brilliant explosion the fingers found the spot they were seeking. The girl was facing downward on her stomach pressing her face into the pillow, with somebody behind her, their hand fully inside her. She was sopping wet, and could feel the wet sheet beneath her as she withered around in uncontrolled orgasm. The girl was now totally on her knees with her chest pressed flat against the mattress. Her nipples were swollen hard and she could feel them rubbing across the soaked sheets. She felt like a whore with her ass in the air wanting more and more of this obscenity. Then she heard a small giggle from behind her as the orgasm faded. Yes it was definitely a feminine hand and soft laughter, she knew that now.

The girl felt the hand slide out of her, the controlling presence in her mind also seemed to recede. Frantic, she sat up, clutching the pillow to her breast and swollen nipples. The girl turned to see who or what was doing this to her. To her horror her eyes fell on the small form of a young pale girl. The pale girl wore an old tattered looking Victorian dress, sagging white tattered stockings, and small black shoes with one large buckle on each. She had long black greasy looking hair, with bangs that seemed to be trying to hide her face. The small girl continued to giggle, as the older girl looked in fear as a pasty white face, with red glowing eyes, peered at her from under the hair. The ghastly looking small pale girl brought the hand that had, just seconds before violated the girl, to her mouth and started to lick the slippery orgasm from it, giggling the whole time. She noticed that the small girl had horribly sharp yellowed teeth, that looked like they had been filed to a razor sharpness. The pale girl's blood red eyes never once dropped her stare, and her giggle seemed to echo sickly in the older girl's mind, as she continued to clean her hand.

The older girl sat feeling sick. The hand that clutched the pillow to her breast sagged, and once again her head swam as she felt the force of the little girls mind enter her. With a hiss the small girl, being satisfied she had thoroughly cleaned her hand, began to speak. “You didn't think we were finished did you?” the small girl said in a low screechy voice. “Oh on the contrary, I've just begun. And I definitely want to play some more” the small girl hissed with a grin. “When I'm done you'll know. Because there will be nothing left for me to take.” The older girl slouched onto her back with her legs spread wide. She rolled her head back and forth trying to shake the little girls mind from it. She screamed inside her head as her body ached for the violation she knew was coming. The ghostly pale girl ran all four fingers up through the folds of the older girl's wet cunt and instantly brought it to her mouth. The older girl glanced up just in time to see the evil twist of a grin on the girl's face just before she lowered it between her legs. Everything went sickly surreal for the older girl as she felt the small girl's hand and tongue feverishly explore and violate her cunt. The older girl's hips once more arched and began an up and downward motion. The girl's tongue and fingers met every downward thrust of the older girl's pelvis. And then she felt the tense strain begin to build and she knew the unwanted orgasm was only seconds away. She felt tears well up in her eyes but the controlling mind of the small girl would not allow a sound as the they rolled down her face. The older girl exploded with a white flash of blinding light in her mind, and a gushing orgasm between her legs. She felt the pale girl lap at her dripping orgasm like and animal licking the blood from a fresh kill.

The small girl stood on the bed, still in control of the girls mind, and grinned looking down at the older girl. The small girl reached up under her dress and pulled a pair of stained and tattered panties down her slender pale legs. The young girl tossed the panties to the floor and laughed as she knelt down and straddled the older girl's head. She mounted the older girl's mouth and began to ride back and forth. The older girl looked up in total submission and saw the blood red eyes roll back into the girl's head. Unwillingly her tongue stroked and entered the pale girl's baby smooth gash. It was cold and had a sweet sickly taste, with an overpowering smell, like old flowers from a funeral home. The young girl looked down and laughed as she feverishly grabbed at the older girl's hair and pressed her face up between her legs, smearing a slippery wetness across it across her mouth. This went on and on until the young girl was positioned in a standing squat cradling the older girl's head pressing it against her cunt controlling the older girl's body and mind to frantically lick at her pale cold gash. Finally, in a hiss and screech, the little girl exploded in a gushing orgasm across the older girl's face.

The young girl dropped the girl's head on to the pillow and stood. The girl watched as orgasm dribbled down the inside of the young girl's thigh. The small girl hissed “Now I m done with you, and there's only one more thing I want.” Like a blur of darkness the small ghastly girl dropped to her knees and sank her needle sharp teeth in the girl's throat. The older girl's body was paralyzed as she felt the little girl feed from her jugular vein. She could feel something warm spray across her chest as the young girl gnawed at her flesh. The room began to spin and turn dark as the older girl's last breath escaped between her lips. ]]> Fri, 24 Sep 2010 16:04:41 MDT JClarity Erotic Horror 2 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/138797/ <![CDATA[Nightmare lust-part-1]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/112779/ I walked away at a distance from the cess pool I see a large empty cage with an open door. It could be real, at the same time not be. the door had self-locking mechanism, once closed could only be opened from inside. I get inside the cage close the doo.r The floor beneath the cage starts moving away and a hook holding the cage takes downwards into a dimly lit basement.
As I had learnt from all that what had happening to me, I knew I wound find plenty of dicks to suck and get fucked by. Surely enough it took only some time and I was sucking dicks coming through the narrow bars. I am pulled up my ass was fucked and turned to one side of the cage my cock was being sucked. Someone grabbed my balls and squeezed them through narrow bars. My balls were viciously squeezed by the hand which had grabbed them. I wanted it to stop yet again not stop, it was too much fun.
The scene fades away and find myself awake naked on my bed. I was wet. I was certain I was woken up. I get up from my bed and go in to shower. It was not water it was piss, vomit, liquified shit which was pouring down. Although I was enjoying it, I run out of my flat, run upstairs I was on that roof again (that I will explain in the second part), People were pissing and shitting and puking in a funnel which war right over bathroom…The men I looked admiringly I seduced them into fucking me hard. They took me away from the roof. For days I was with them, theyfucked during the nights. Found some more of them. Released returned to my flat, the paper said "slut kidnapped presumed dead" I was free to be with them. My cock exploded with joy! ]]> Wed, 18 Aug 2010 03:58:39 MDT Jeddy Erotic Horror 1 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/112779/ <![CDATA[Perryn and Chris (Part 1)]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/64170/
Blood on the walls, the ceiling, the windows, the sheets. The average human carries one and a half gallons of blood in their body, and thats what's covering everything. One point five gallons.

"Chris..."

Where did the blood come from, the body on the bed? No. Chest is still rising, no puncture wounds, no slash wounds, pure, pristine, skin polished to a sheen, like a doll with its dull plastic eyes..Plastic eyes? Mannequin. Why? Who knows, maybe god knows, lets ask him...Very good, god. Very Clever.

"Chris..."

Its hot in here...Maybe I should turn a fan on. Click. The fan's spinning, and oh look, splatter splatter splatter. Like I said, covered in blood, and now its all over us. Skin red as the devil's, painted with this sanguine substance. All we need is the tail, the horns, and the pitchfork and we'll be good to go.

"Chris...!"

"What?!" Silence. We look around at all the eyes turning towards us, a good fifteen other students of Mr. Clarences' geometry class watching with their beady little eyes and the looks of supressed hysterical laughter spread across their faces. Breath in slow, calm your racing heart, wait for the hardon to go away. "I'm sorry...I dosed off...I didnt get much sleep last night... Up all night studying for todays test." More like jerking off to the videos of that Lebonese chick we met on Cam4...

"I'm sure, Mister Keen..." John Clarence said to us, and the look in his eyes said 'I dont doubt you. You've never made anything under a low B..You'll do just fine.' And everything would be fine, after all it's common sense that will get us through this world. "I was hoping you could give us the answer to question... Let's see, we're doing odd numbers... Question Nine, on page 208... Seeing as how your book isn't even open and you probably need a reminder." We didnt, of course, but it was just him being helpful - no need to get aggravated like you know we want to.

No one fucks with the quiet kid who makes good grades, especially after what happened with Joey Stanby a couple years ago, before we were even here. He took a pair of scissors and stabbed it into Jake Tillbury's throat, who'd been beating him up whenever Joey didnt give him his homework. It'd become a routine - Joey would do his papers without signing his name, so that Jake could write his own. Like a disgruntled postman, he snapped - and stabbed Jake so many times that there was an inch wide empty hole open where his vocal cords had been. A lot of people saw it coming. All but Jake, who was too stupid and had little common sense. A lot of people mourned Jake, but no one gave a fuck about Joey - no one  took their hands away from their eyes long enough to see that Joey was grieving inside as well.

Jake's parents, rich yuppies from who-knows-who-cares, pressed charges and Joey was given an adult sentence. We never quite figured out how long it was. Some said life, others said death row, but we merely sigh and sit back - watching. We glance at our paper, note the answer, and speak - words come out - Mr. Clarence smiles and nods, and now we can go back to sleep.

One set of eyes close, the other set watches. One sleeps, one smiles. Tick-tock goes the death clock, counting down til the day that once again something dies. The clock goes off, ring ring ri--- Wait, what? That's not the clock, that's merely the signal for the next class. Groovy. One moves and collects the stuff from the table, the other rests with his head down against the desk making mumbly noises about how he can get no sleep. We sit up, Lexy staring at us as we glance over at her with silent irritation. Word on the grapevine is that Lexy Whatever-the-fuck-her-last-name-is has a crush on us. She's short, a little chubby, but she has ivory skin and a 'fuck me' face. She'll do nicely, "Hey Lex...Wanna carry my books to next class?" She laughs, "No way, Doofus, its /your/ job to carry /mine/!" Which is what we'll do, you know, just to make ourselves look better.

***

Perryn closed the laptop and raised her face to the emerging spring sun. God, the winter had been a long one. Checking my watch, I had but a few more precious minutes to enjoy the earth's renewal before returning to the artificial lights of a temperature-controlled environment, the artificial people with the plastic faces and sterile conversation. I sigh heavily, wishing for a different life, a different something. I stand, tuck the laptop into the carrying case and head back to the office for several more hours of incoherent time-wasting directives from the incompetent human who is several pay grades above me but cannot fathom her True Mission in Life, which would be to Get The Hell out Of Mine.

I push the elevator button for "Up" and play the "Elevator Game", waging internal bets on which side the doors will open first. Is a game I play several times a day, from the moment I arrive, until I leave, and a few times during the day to smoke a cigarette.

The elevator sounds its "Ding" and I chalk up another win ... most of the time it's the right side ... and I step in, along with several other passengers, most of whom I do not know. We stand apart from one another by several inches, each of us having pushed the button to take us back to our dreary little cube-farm worlds.

Time is an illusion of the mind I decide as my eyes linger on the minute hand that never seems to move fast enough to 5:00. I hear the clack-clack, clack-clack of the project manager's heels heading dangerously in my direction down the hallway. Her square, bulky frame darkens my cubicle door as she thrusts a sheath of papers littered with red ink at me.

"Perryn, The Client finally submitted these changes and we need to return a corrected proof to them by first thing Monday morning."

My brain explodes with frustration that The Client should have thought of that much, much earlier in the week, but after 9 years in the business I know better than to protest —after all, The Client is Never Wrong. The Client Pays the Bills. The Client doesn't care about your personal life or your sanity, Perryn! My stomach aches with repressed anger, noting Mary Harris' smug, half-smile as I take the papers from her hand. I glance quickly thru the changes, assessing the amount of time it will take to complete the task and in a tight, constrained tone I reply "I'll have it done by then, Mary. This shouldn't take long". As she turns and walks away I count to 60, stand up, shove the papers into my laptop case and quickly make my way to the stairs. No elevator games tonight.

***

"Ding, Ding!" The subway doors open and I step into the crisp, cool evening that heralds early spring on the east coast. "Fuck her. Fuck the Client and their fucking last-minute changes. I want a beer." I sling the laptop case strap over my shoulder, leaning hard into the heavy door of the Sunset Grille as I make my way into the perpetually-dim womb of my favorite dive. My refuge from the irritations and superficialities of the day. Refuge from what once was a stimulating, creative job that somehow morphed into a living hell. The bouncer never bothers to check my ID anymore, he just smiles and says "Welcome Back". I love him.

"Guiness Stout" I say to Lorraine, hoisting my ass onto the worn vinyl bar stool as I simultaneously hang the computer case on the hook under the counter. Lighting a cigarette while she opens the tap to pour the Guiness I stare into the mirrored back wall of the bar at the reflection of myself.

At 32, Perryn Page was an attractive, auburn-haired single woman whose last long-term commitment ended with his getting another woman pregnant. The string of brief sexual encounters and an internet fling that crashed-and-burned when she discovered that his relationship goals were firmly polyamorous left her disillusioned and disappointed. She loved her condo and enjoyed her privacy. What she lacked was a reliable Friends-With-Benefits.

***
We crack our knuckles, not bothering to look at the perfect laminated picture of ourselves as we move towards the Sunset Grille, our eyes roaming across the tinted windows as we step up the sidewalk and pull the doors open, stepping inside. We don't hesitate, we merely show the bouncer our ID casually while looking around, waiting for him to get a good look at us to compare...The comparison is made and he steps aside to let us in - the proof is in the writing and the actions, this one is older then he seems.

We approach the bar, not caring to glance at the other passengers on this train to emptyness, a fair-skinned hand reaching for the menu to glance at what's available. "I'll have a...Pina Colada, heavy on the vodka." Something sweet to dull the taste of the alcohol - watching as Mr. 'Hello, My name is Smith' gives us a double-take before shrugging and preparing to mix the drink.

Aside from our fair skin, we are somewhat normal looking - or so we would like to think. Normal means 'easily forgotten', though we suppose that we could pass for attractive if we wanted. We stand at Five foot ten, regularly built with hair down to our shoulders. We suppose our eyes are attractive, after all, somthing must have caught Lexy's attention, and it certainly wasn't our cleanliness - Our eyes are gray with small hazel rings around the pupils. We tend to stare off sometimes and have our subconcious do our work for us, which also tends to freak people out.

We glance down at the drink in front of us - the thick, white, drink staring us back in the face, taunting us, belittling us. 'Neither of you are man enough to drink me...', But we are. The drunk next to us looks over at us a moment, laughing, "What are you? Some kind of fairy?" he says, not recognizing that in that instant he had signed his death warrant. Our eyes turned towards him a moment, dark and cold in their precision and for a moment, somthing deep down did recognize that this day would be his last, as something gave him pause. We turned back towards our drink, taking it and bringing it to our lips as we pour the cold liquid down our throats - the tropical flavor greeting our tongues as our blood runs cold. The man is celebrating this being his last day in town. He's moving. Got a new job. He won't be missed here, not for a while, at least...No one will remember his passing and will simply believe that he severed all ties that bind. We'd kill him anyway for simply questioning our sexuality because of something so trivial as a drink preference, but that didn't matter. He was the one.

***

"Here you go, Perryn. Haven't seen you in a while" says Lorraine as she places a small, square napkin on the bar and then sets the thick, dark brew on it in front of me.

"Not much to tell." I shrug. "Same ole, same ole. Mary Harris —the bitch— is intent on making my life more miserable than it already is." I lift the glass to my lips and take a long pull from the beer, it's frothy head leaves a mustache along my top lip. I reach for another napkin to wipe it off, glance into the mirrored back wall and freeze. The young guy at the end of the bar is standing unnaturally still, his hand poised over a drink and his eyes locked on the man to his right.

Instinctively I am aware that something is not quite right. I set the half-empty glass down and lean forward a bit, whispering "Lorraine? Who is that guy—" my eyes transfixed on the motionless figure of the young man.

Lorraine —a short, rotund woman of indeterminate age— looks over her shoulder and then back at me, casually shrugging while she places another napkin on the bar. "Who, the kid? Dunno. Never seen him before."

I drain the remainder of my beer and set the glass down. "Another?" she asks, reaching for the empty mug.

Nodding, I light another cigarette and avert my eyes, but there is something ... compelling about the character standing nonchalantly at the other end of the bar. "Yeah, neither have I." Lorraine turns to refill my glass, and I try to locate another point upon which to fasten my attention but as if pulled by some magnetic force I allow myself another look.

He's staring back at me.
]]> Thu, 22 Apr 2010 09:05:32 MDT Perryn Erotic Horror 1 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/64170/ <![CDATA[Vampire In The Alley]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/59136/
I walked through the silent streets, dreading the moment when I would have to walk down the alley. Everyone knows about the alley. It is dark and dirty...always wet.

Hmmm a bit like me, I chuckled to myself.


The alley is notorious for the riff raff it attracts. Numerous girls have gone missing in the area apparently from using the alley, but it is the only way connecting the two streets without using the “death trap” road a few metres away. You take your chances either way.

I felt confident and determined as I entered the alley, the moon shedding some light over the ever moist brick walls towering either side, never getting dried out by the sun. They almost seemed to sparkle, and if it hadn’t been for the looming mist creeping forwards half way down the passageway, it would have looked quite pretty.

Unable to make out the end of the alley, my pulse started to race a little. I decided to jog slightly...hurrying to my exit as I began to realise what a bad idea this was. An on-coming car was starting to look rather appealing. Without further hesitation I breathed in deep and made my way forward. The alley swallowed me up and I couldn’t turn back...even if I wanted to.

As I made my way along the spongy moss covered concrete, I thought I heard footsteps following from behind. I turned my face slightly while still walking forward, the heavy thud echoed louder as my ear turned to the source of the sound. I couldn’t see anyone behind me, but I could still hear the hypnotic rhythm of my impending doom. I started to panic as I picked up pace. I turned my head forward and tripped, landing on my hands and knees, ruby droplets started to seep from the tiny little scrapes and grazes that had appeared there.

I cried out and as I knelt on the damp concrete below me I saw two black, highly polished shoes. Shaking, my eyes travelled upwards. A pair of very smart black trousers caged me and I felt relief at the thought of this well dressed gentleman finding me, and not some young thug...or monstrous murderer.

As my gaze travelled up his body, I noticed he was wearing a simple smart black shirt and a black leather strap round his neck, a gothic silver cross hung low on his chest between the half unbuttoned shirt. His skin was pale and glistening in the moonlight and his arms were exposed with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. I could see the veins pulse in his forearms under his pale skin and I felt my insides react at the sight. My hands began to tremble and I knew I was aroused.

He reached out for me, offering his hand. As I looked into his eyes, which were sinister pools of craving, I saw a hint of kindness. His features were fierce and angular, striking in a handsome way. His hair, a rich bronze, hung into his eyes and stuck out in a stylish mess, he looked like he had just stepped out of a hair gel advert.

My heart was racing as I found myself reaching out to take his hand. He pulled me up as if it was no problem at all and pulled my body flush with his. I felt myself melt against his cold hard chest and I knew there and then that I was his. I would do anything he asked, he had me completely.

While staring intently into his eyes he searched mine in return. It felt like he was looking into my soul. I felt him raise my scraped hand up between us and he snaked his tongue out across the tiny cuts on my palm. He licked them tenderly at first, like he was trying to heal the abrasions. I was transfixed; watching as he cleaned my palm like a dog would clean his wounds. His licking grew more vigorous and extended up my arm. As he began to tear at me I started to scream, he was shredding my coat like it was tissue paper, leaving me stood in only the black dress.

He pushed me up against the alley wall and pushed his lips into mine, tasting, caressing, massaging with his tongue. I reciprocated, he tasted divine and I couldn’t get enough. I felt my thighs catch fire and the flames in my belly erupt causing me to push against him and moan. He didn’t react to my pressure...he was like stone wall. I was wedged firmly between the cold brick and the cold marble statue in front of me. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.

His lips travelled down my chin, explored my neck and finished at my breasts as he roughly pushed them together and buried his face in them. I felt his knee push between my thighs, causing me to spread my legs as his hand snaked its way to where I needed it most. He groaned as his fingers found my saturated lace thong.

“So fucking hot,” he growled into my ear.

His words caused my body to shake with need as I desperately wanted this handsome stranger, this animal, this predator to fuck me in the cold wet alley.

“Take me...I am yours,” I pleaded.

With that he ravished my body forcefully. His lust penetrating deep into me as he ripped my thong off with ease and it landed on the floor. He began rubbing my throbbing swollen clit, pinching and flicking it like an expert pianist. My juices flowed freely, I was ready for him. He brought his wet fingers up to my breast and rubbed them over my erect nipple. Teasing the firm little bud he sucked and licked them; I was groaning and panting, wild with desire. Then I felt something sharp pinch me just below my nipple at the full part of my breast. I was confused at the sensation and I screamed out, but then it was gone and his fingers returned to my dripping cunt, oozing with it’s need to be filled.

I heard the sound of a zipper and then felt something large and cold pressed at the entrance to my hot pulsing cunt. I ground myself forward, wanting him to fill me and make me his. As he grabbed my ass with both hands he lifted me up slid me onto his cock...filling me in one deep thrust. I wrapped my legs round his waist and clung to his neck and he forcefully thrust into me over and over again. I was being hammered into the wall behind me and I didn’t care. I could feel my orgasm building and I wanted to feel it all...the pain...the pleasure...the fear of being fucked by a cold dark stranger.

As he impaled me repeatedly with his throbbing cock I started to quake with my orgasm, feeling the fire erupt through my veins and my cunt clinging to his cock...not wanting to release it.

“Oh...god...fuck...yes...I’m...I’m...cumming...fuuuckk...!”

My cunt spilled with juices as I milked his cock for all it was worth. As my orgasm began to fade I felt him grinning at my neck...just under my ear. I smiled too, my eyes closed as I basked in my post orgasmic bliss, until I felt a searing pain tear through me. My whole insides collapsed as I felt another orgasm rip through me like nothing I have ever felt before. My insides exploded and my vision blurred as I felt him bite into my neck and suck hard.

As I started to go numb and my vision disappeared, the last thing I heard was...

“Mine...mine forever...”

Then darkness.




]]> Mon, 05 Apr 2010 06:41:44 MDT vixylix Erotic Horror 2 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/59136/ <![CDATA[Brother and Sister]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/43845/ Police and dogs, they all came, but they found nothing. Of course I was a person of interest, but they found nothing, only a backpack found several miles into another state. It is so fun to watch local law enforcement running around, looking for the lost.

I went to work a couple days latter; blaming high fever for my absence. Other than wearing more baggy close as I wait for my meal to go down, noting really changed much. The girl and I had little to do with each other on a regular basis, other than I was her teacher and neighbor, but who ever jumps to conclusion about a female teacher and a female student.

Its now early summer, and my meal has yet to go down but so far. I guess I couldn’t expect such a strong person to go down without a fight. Of course, she…if I can still call ‘it’ she…has stopped moving a long time ago, I’m still surprised there’s anything left. Of course, hunger hasn’t been a problem for months. It should be for years.

With summer in full swing, at least for the students, I’m out of work. There isn’t much to do anymore, and I stopped doing summer school years ago. I have often though about moving, but the selection here is nice. I look out my window and see waves of children playing in the street, or walking to their latest sports practice, or just laying around in the yard. I like this planet…so many choices, so many shapes, so much uniqueness. What they call ethnicities…I call flavors.

Oddly enough, one that has wet my pallet isn’t all that far away, or all that different from my last….Christina’s younger brother. Since his sister’s disappearance, he’s been very depressed, no longer the energetic child that he once was. He simply sits on the deck behind his house, mopping around. I don’t know why I didn’t mention him before, the two were practically stuck to one another whenever they had the chance. The boy should have graduated middle school by now, but I haven’t been paying that close attention to him. He looks much like his sister did, light brown hair that sits just above his shoulders, cream colored skin, and very toned. Unlike his sister, he doesn’t seem like an early bloomer from a masculine perspective.

Finally, one day, I find myself in my own backyard, just wondering around, tending to my plant, when I here a crash in a back alley way. I stand and move to my high fence, crack it open and look behind my home. That’s when I see him. He appears to be picking up trash from a tipped over can. I look to him, its such a shame to leave him alone.

“Justin is it?” I call out.

The boy looks up at me in a way that makes him look just like his sister. It stirs me in a very familiar since.

“Yes?” He responds in his still very adolescent sounding voice.

“How about you come over for something to drink.”

He shrugs.

Eventually, I have the boy on my couch sipping a glass of lemon aid. It seems to calm his nerves slightly. I sit in an easy chair across from him, look to him and respond,

“You miss your sister.”

The boy nods his head yes.

“You two were very close. I could see how you would. I think I may know a way in which you can be with her again.”

He looks up to me. “You do? Where is she?”

“How about this…I will do something for you, and you can do something for me. In the process I’m sure you will find what you are looking for.”

The boy thinks about it for a moment, then nods yes. I stand from my current location and place my wet glass on the table, I extend my hand to the boy. He thinks for a moment. He had always seemed to be more cautious than his sister.

“I’m sure your sister misses you.” I say to him. Its enough to push him to take the chance. He places his glass on the table and I reach forward, pulling him up. I lead him up stairs and into my room, or my parlor if you will. He steps boldly forward, stopping only as I come behind him and close the door. Then I turn, look down to the young boy, I bend down and kiss him square on the lips, but he is not like his sister. He back off immediately.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on,” I say as I stand back up. You said you would do something for me first.”

“Yeah, so? And what do you mean, aren’t you pregnant?”

“SOOO,” I say as I return his childish whine, ignoring the pregnant comment. “Its been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Nothing personal, but you are old enough. Come on. Don’t you want to see your sister again?”

The boy eats it up…the part about his sister anyway.

“Yes.” He responds in a meek tone.

I pull him forwards, and try to kiss him again, but as before I quickly realize he’s not that into it. So, I push him down towards the bed. I kneel down and unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants. He still wears briefs. I smile at the site, then pulls down his briefs were I see his small, childish manhood. He’s uncut. There are few hairs to get in my way, and while I’ve like the occasional boy every once in a while, typically I would say he’s too young and throw him back.

I take his small, Penis into my mouth and begin suck on him. I continue the motion, licking it up and down. I use one of me hands to play with his probably recently descendant balls. I begin massaging them. This starts his breathing deepening. I can hear a slight moaning in his throat. I then reach up, and take off his shirt, allowing his young chest to breath. I find myself quiet surprised by the definition of this young boys body. His is very much in shape, a decent physical specimen, but his lacks one of his sister’s better features. I can fix that. I push him down. I stand up and pull of my own cloths. I am as naked as he. I stares up at me, transfixed on my luscious body made richer by his sister’s nourishment. I bend over and look to his member once more. I take it in my mouth. Unlike before, where it seems as if he was fighting the sensation, now, his member rises and rises, and rises. Before I know it, I’m having problems holding him my mouth. I back off for a moment, to gauge this item. Its over seven inches long and I don’t think he’s completely hard, and its thick. As I saw before, he’s uncut. I reach forward and pull down his foreskin and find its head, full of blood, and ready for service.

‘Just like his sister…very, very gifted.’

I reach forward and begin sucking. The boy’s body twitches slightly as its obvious he is very tender to the touch. I feel safe to extend this, I want to play with him a little. I reach behind his scrotum and feel the entrance of his man hole. I push at its entry way. I immediately feel some resistance.

‘Good.’

I reach my hand down to my crotch. I begin massaging it, massaging out my own, private member. I make myself erect. I then stand from the bed, and grab the boys hips. He looks at me as if to say ‘what are you doing.’ I press myself up behind the boy and push myself in. There is no hesitation. I push directly into his body, ramming myself as far as I can go.

“Ughhhh!” He grunts, but does not scream. Mine is only a mimesis, a copy, a forgery I decided to have in case I realized that, one day, a new sex may be necessary for my disguise. As a result, its not as hard as a real males. Its more fleshy. Of course, this male, once he is mine, shall bluster this aspect of my body and allow me really be hard, just like his sister has made my body more rounded.

I try to fill him as best as possible. This sensation of being inside another is one I’ve never felt before. I’ve only had the young or dyeing, these siblings are the first fully living, fully health, full blooded human’s I have had since I arrived on this planet. It’s a shame though…I really liked them both. I sort have grown to like these creatures, but this is survival…no…this is fun. I feel his insides, I feel the shape, and the curves of this orifice that was never designed for this purpose. It grabs me and tries to drain me, suck my own, false member. It begins to pump me out. I must keep enough thought to send to him what, and only what I want. I want him to join what his sister once had. I transfer over the necessary fluids. This will take. His sister had to come to an orgasm for my venom to effect her, and right now, with every thrust and gyration I make into this young boy, I can feel his sister’s remains bouncing around my insides providing me a sensation I have never felt before. I ejaculate what I need into him, and watch him change. This more familiar fluid is easily taken by his body, and not defended against, like my venom.

His chest balloons. He looks down to it, and gasps, but I jump on top of him, and take his now open mouth into my own. I reach forward and grabs his B-cup chest…its all I wish too spare for the moment. I massage his new members and he moans into my mouth uncontrollably. He has no defense for this from this…this feeling of pleasure. I can feel his manhood below me pulsate, but I don’t want to miss this. I withdraw from him, bend down his crotch and suck on his member as much as possible until it voluntarily gives up everything I want. It fills my mouth with his seed, and the taste is like nothing I’ve ever had. I’ve had the tendency to prefer females for there ease of access and their innate stupidity, but now…this boy has introduced me to a flavor I had not known. Something that I had been afraid to try for the purpose of having to establish this ‘front.’ It is so wonderful…I only wish I could keep him around. But a promise is a promise.

As his erection dies, I look forward to the young boy’s face with is now blocked by his ample chest. He doesn’t look down at me. Instead, he looks up at the ceiling. I reach up, I want to see the look on his face before I devour him.

He is crying. His face and eyes are red. He is in distress.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him. I’ve had my share of his species, but I’ve never had this reaction before.

“This is what you did to her…didn’t you?” He says looking at me in a pathetic way.

I smile, I’ve never had one figure me out, but…

Later in the week…

I sit in front of my computer. I type into an internet search bar: www.homes.com. While I really like this area, two that have gone missing may introduce more attention than I care. The police are around, and they are asking questions. Fortunately, my care is currently in Miami where I am check into a hotel. So I just remain quiet while I wait for them to disappear. So far, the new has figured that he has just vanished to try and look for his sister…they were so close, and now they are together. And by the time anyone expects anything different, they’ll just be two aspects of brown sludge on their way to the processing plant. And just think…I can still feel him moving.

Twins
Coldness…an odd coldness, that’s all he can describe it as. There appears to be no up, no down, just an empty space. The only since of time is the odd pulsating of some sort of all encompassing fluid that seems to surround everything in this world.

‘Were am I.’ He thinks to himself. ‘Maybe I can see.’

He forces himself to recognize light, colors, and patterns. There is an odd sheen of light in the background. It provides an eerie glow. Inside, objects are distorted by a sort of pale liquid. Nothing is easily identifiable. Most objects appear to be worn out, dried up husks. There appears to be little sine of anything similar to life.

‘Where am I. I don’t want to be here.’ He thinks.

He begins to realize his ability to look around. He begins to search visually, his mind realizing that there must be something that can be found, but not realizing what he is even looking for. Then finally, in the corner of the space, he finds a familiar object. It’s a young girl. She’s curled in a ball, and appears to be in some sort of stress. Ever so often, small bits of light seem to leave her body, and the girl seems to shrink in some manor that isn’t clear to him yet.

Quickly realizing this is what he is looking for, he begins to turn his focus to arriving at her location, only to find that is this will alone that allows him to travel threw this odd space. He arrives at the young girls location. He places his arms on her shoulders looks to her and instantly responds,

“Christina…Christina.”

The young girl looks up to him. She looks nothing like she did when he last saw her, she looks younger, years younger.

“Christina!” yells.

“Justin…” the girl replies in a sad tone. “Why…why are you here…you shouldn’t be here. WHY ARE YOU HERE!”

“I came to find you.”

“No now your going to die!” The girl yells and begins crying. The rears immediately change to spots of light, and drift off into the distance. Then, small lights drift away from here, her own age seems to reverse slightly as well.

“What’s happening to you? Why are you…well shrinking?” He asks.

“She ate us! She’s digesting us!”

“Nothing’s happened to me.” He says looking over himself. “We need to get out of here!”

“How? Were dead!”

“Were not! Come on! We’ll find a way out!”

“We will?” The girl asks.

“We will.”

The boy embraces his sister.
“Ughhhh.”

I roll over. My stomach aches with cramps…upset stomach I assume. I stand up from the bed, wonder over to the side, and without warning projectile vomit all over the place. I look up look towards the mess on the floor to find…

“What…how?” I say looking towards the two on the floor.

Both Justin and Christine lie on the floor, both covered in a mucus like fluid, both embracing each other. Then, they break. Christina is younger, much younger that when she last saw her. She now about the age of her younger brother. The two look at each other, and their surroundings, and then too Ms. Harland. She sits on all fours looking over the edge of the bed, watching the two with a blank face.

“Wha…how…why…huh?” Ms. Harland starts.

Justin looks towards her, along with Christina. They instantly become infuriated. The two stand from their previous position and look towards the woman.

“Well, I’m guessing this won’t end well.”

The two stands, and Christina starts,

“Why…I trusted you!”

“Well,” Ms. Harland starts as she sits back. “I am not from this world. My planet is dead. Mainly from war, of course the supper nova that we were to busy fighting with each other to care about didn’t help. If you human’s think your about to destroy your planet, your nothing but a bunch of tree huggers, to barrow one of your own expressions. Of course, we have special dietary requirements. There’s only a few of us left now. Most went to the other side of the galaxy, but I decided to look threw our database and I found this place. The inhabitants were suppose to be rather primitive, not what I would call intelligent or developed. Of course, at that time, when one of our probes last came by, the most intelligent creatures on Earth was what is called a T-Rex. When I came here, your parents were probably not even born. I adopted your form with some of my equipment and I just integrated into your society. I figured that I could just feast off of your kind. Of course, I kept a low profile, feeding off of the unwanted, people far off in other parts of the world, its actually easy with my equipment. Then…I got use to your lifestyle, and the people, but I can’t stop eating. Your food doesn’t seem to hold me like…well, you do. I’ve been looking for alternatives, and I think I’ve found some, but well, old habits are hard to drop. I had seen you, Christina, for years. You were everything that I had grown accustom to desiring in both a sexually and hunger. Then, your brother came over looking for you and, well.”

“So…why shouldn’t we call the Air Force on you?” Justin replies angry.

“Well, you still need my help. It looks as if Christina has nourished me enough to hold me over till I can make my own substitute food.”

“Well,” Christina looks herself over. “I look like I’m thirteen.”

“You probably are. To be honest, I’ve only heard of what happened to you too, I’ve never actually seen it. Our digestive systems are different than yours. They extract an…an energy rather than the matter itself. So you two can send me packing to the nearest secret base in the desert if you want, but remember…I am still your best chance.”

“How?” Christina asks.

“Look at you two. You were always together before, now you don’t have four years separating you. I have technology, which I use on a regular basis, that can…allow people to think that’s how things always were. Of course, you can show up at your parents house as is, and well, be subject to all that questioning. But if you do…I’ll save you a jar at Area 51.” The woman looks to the two with an all knowing smirk, before responding, “Besides, I think you two will make a nice set of twins.”

Two months latter…
The twins enter into their new high school for the first time. The semi-popular set walk in with their friends talking and having fun. As before Christina wears her little skirts, longer than before of course, as now the school requires students to wear a uniform. The two move to their first class of high school, and take their seats up front in the class, and both prep for the arrival of the teacher. Then, after the early morning bell rings, the student watch shocked as the new teacher moves inside the room. She has a shapely body, and a decent sized chest, legs that has a natural sheen to them that one has to wonder if she’s wearing pantyhose. She wears a tight black skirt, a set of low cut heels, and a tight, white blouse that allows her bra outline to show threw. She steps into the room, looking at the overlooking the room as she presses her small book up against her ample bosom. She walks up to her desk as every eye in the room watches her, nearly all of them with an air of lust…two pairs in a ‘not you’ look on them.

She places her small book on the table, looks at the class too start,

“Well hello class, welcome to 9th grade Health and Human Sexuality. I’m Susan Harland, I’ll be your teacher for the semester. Now, student’s this class is much more aggressive than the ones your use to, and as such, I have a permission slip for you to stay here. If you stay, you can expect to never look at your bodies in the same light again.” She then winks at the two students sitting up front.

Christina and Justin look at each other, then back forward.

“To put it simply, if you stay, its going to be an interesting school year.”

The End ]]> Tue, 19 Jan 2010 11:04:39 MST erj210 Erotic Horror 3 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/43845/ <![CDATA[Called in Sick]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/42538/ There she is. Always in her short little skirts, always with those legs shaven so smoothly than she looks like she’s always wearing a set of perfectly sheer nylons, that is when she’s not wearing them. Often I find myself playing, guess what’s she’s wearing while I sit dazed in class. Only I wish that I could focus more attention on her at times, but of course decorum does not allow that. I have had my eyes on this girl for ages it seems like. The first time I saw her was when her family moved in. This was the first time I realized just what type of girl she was going to be. She was ten then, yet already looked like a grown woman…without the bust; that, she grew into latter and I was able to watch ever last minute of it. I specially liked it when it turned out our rooms were facing each others, just a stroke of luck. Every so often, this beauty would leave her curtains open allowing me a watch that none existent bust of hers to grow to a full D-cup by my best estimation. That, combined with her long, naturally curly, light brown hair and her hazel eyes and that lovely, oh so naturally, unadorned cream colored skin makes me shiver every night I just think about her.

But for years, I’ve been able to hide my thoughts, and my inhibitions until finally one day she ended up in my class. That’s when things really got bad. That’s when I started to truly admire those legs of hers, that’s were I nearly confirmed that 42D cup size of hers when we had a girl’s only Health sessions in my class. Of course, now the beautiful ten year old is a voluptuous eighteen year old, a senior, and one of the favorite students of the staff. Very rarely does a day go by when a one of my contemporaries doesn’t comment on something that she’s done. I myself often find me, playing with what God gave me to her image, replacing the girl’s I see in the few porno’s I have with her image.

After months of this, my hunger for her has grown and I had to have her. I wanted her, and I figured out how to get her.

“A C-.” She nearly yells in shock. Its now after class, and her section has left, and I’m about to have my ‘bye’ hour when she comes up and talks about this latest test grade.

“Well I’m sorry Christina, but you didn’t do that well, I’m sort of surprised about this. I’ve also been grading your paper, and it too leaves much to be desired, specially from you.”

I’m not lying, her work is normally in the high B low A range, but for some reason, she just crashed recently.

“Well, practice has been getting in the way…Ms. Harland, you have to let me make this up, I can’t fail health.”

“Huh,” I scoff, “even with a few low grades, you are far from failing the class. Now…I can’t let you make up the test, you know my rules, but I will allow you…re-work your paper.”

She nods yes.

I bend over and open my desk draw only for the realization that the papers are all at my house. I sit back up look to her and say,

“Sorry, it looks like I took those home alrea…” before I can even finish the sentence, the girl yells,

“Well, can I come over and work on it? You’re just right next door.”

It was something I hadn’t thought of…what do you think I said?

By four, the young girl ditched her cheerleading friends, and showed up at my front door. I crack it open to see her in her little, yellow cheerleading outfit, one that immediately causes a wet spot to form in my crotch.

“Come in Christina.” I say as I let her in the door. I watch the tight butt of hers sway as she enters the house. I am really going to miss that sight.

She turns towards me and comments, “I was wondering, can you help me with it, I was having some problems with it.”

“Problems?” I ask as I close the door, and head to my dinning room table where her paper sits. “With what?”

“Well…my parents say that…people shouldn’t really think about sex as being pleasurable…that its all about having children.”

“Well, sex is all about having children. Its just that, that pleasure is an incentive for us to fallow threw.”

“Well…I figured that…its just that…I’ve…” She pauses.

“You what?”

“I’ve…I know were suppose to be open about these things in class, but…I’ve never…even really dated a guy. I’ve always been to busy with extra-curriculars.”

“So, you feel as though you have no frame of reference?”

“Well, I guess, I mean, I ask my friends, and they’ve all had sex before. So they all know how to work there way around pleasure, I don’t.”

“Have you ever masturbated?” ‘What…I am the health teacher after all?’

“Yes.” She says with a bright red face. “But not often.”

“Well it’s the same thing. You can use that as a frame of reference. But I don’t know what you are talking about…its just a research paper.”

“I know…I know…but…I…”

Then, from nowhere I hear the words, “Would it help if I gave you a frame of reference.” Shoot out of my mouth.

She looks to me with an innocent face, smiles and says, “Yes.”

I have here.

“Well, then, let’s go upstairs.”

I lead the young woman up to my bedroom, ensuring to close the blinds when we arrive. I then walk over to her and kiss her full on the lips, ensuring it is a deep, wet, long kiss. She hesitates at first, then eagerly accepts the kiss. I move my left hand down to her crotch and begin feeling her smooth underside while my right hand moves around to her rear, feeling the oddly seductive feeling of her bra strap as it fights to hold all her flesh in place.

I rub my hand along her bottom side. I try to feel for a build up of wetness, but her little cheerleading brief is just too thick. I take my hands, move them both up to this silky undergarment’s sides and in one move, push down the bloomer. She then backs off.

“Ms…Ms….” She says out of breath… “I thought you were just going to give me one of your videos or something…not this.”

I want her…I ache for her. My own area is nearly soaked with the anticipation of having her. Every part of me hungers, burns for her. I can’t let this go now.

“What’s the point.” I start, realizing I must have made the mistake a few times of playing my videos right after seeing her change. After all, if her curtains were open, and I could see her clearly, she sure can see anything over here just fine. “You feel as though you need a frame of reference. Well, the only real way to give you one…is too give you one. Come on, we’ve talked about lesbianism in our class. There are no children, nothing broken, just two girls exploring each other at their own pace.”

The girl processes this for only a few seconds, then, she kicks off her little white shoes, pulls that brief down to the ground, and removes it. I catch a dark spot in the clothing item, a sign that I was much closer than I thought to getting her juices to leak threw. She then steps back up to me, puts her arms around me and kisses ME, full on the lips. We stay that way for a moment, rapped in each others arms before an internal sensation tells me its time to move on. I gently push this girl down on the bed. I undue the small button on the front of her pleated skirt and pull them off her young body. An intoxicating whiff enters the air, and as I look to her still hidden crotch I see a dark spot in her blue, satin panties that seems to have been soaked in a combination of some water and semen. I look up to her blushing face and comment,

“Have you cum already.”

She shakes her head no, but its under duress…she was close. I decide to completely unclothe this morsel of human flesh. I remove her top and then her bra, revealing those fleshy globes I so always adorned from a far. Even on her back, these perfectly tear dropped shaped mounds seem to hold their shape, standing proudly off of her chest. Then I move down to the area in which I’ve found the best….all-around… stimulating, her vagina. I pull down her soaked panties and find her cunt drooling with fluid. This virgin child, who seems to even be reluctant to play with herself, is so hot and bothered because of its sheer innocence. A shame it must end tonight. With her panties gone, there is nothing to stop her smell from entering the room at full burn. She fills my nostrils and my body begins to grown for her, but I owe her this one chance. I move my body up her breast and take one of them in my mouth and sample the taste of her clear skin. I suck on her nipple, causing this girl to moan in wild ecstasy.

“Uh, Ahhhhh!” The sounds are so unlike this quiet girl who always seems so reserved, but she is a cheerleader, something she was forced into but still. I continue my assault on her body. My free hand moves to her other breast were her nipple has turned rock hard and supper sensitive. Just touching it causes her to buck wildly. I play with it only momentarily before moving my hand down to her crotch. I wipe a finger across the surface, just glazing her clit and picking up her fluids. I then bring it around, but dare not lick it. Instead, I take it to her mouth and feed it to her. She eagerly sucks on her own taste, her own fluids…she enjoys it.

“Now you know why.” I say to her.

I move down to her crotch and look at what I have waited so long for. I extend my tongue and tease my taste buds with her juices. The taste sends shivers down my spine. I try her again, only for the same result. I then stick my tongue into her perfectly formed, untouched lips and push as far into her as I can go.

“AHHHHHH!!!” She bucks violently, pushing my tongue out, but rewards me by expelling more of her fluids as she orgasms. I push my mouth up to this port and drink up her fluids, swallowing them down, realizing that this is the best part, the part I had been hoping for. It lasts a full half a minute, but the girl continues to shiver for another two.

I watch her, I let her enjoy the experience. Then, when her eyes finally open and she looks down to me, she smiles at me kindly, as I do to her.

“I love you.”
I say to her.
“I have waited for this for so long.
Good bye.”
I extend my mouth beyond the limits that these humans are forced to deal with, and trap her midsection in my mouth. I suck down with all my might, trapping her in an awkward position, her legs forced up to her chest. She looks completely surprised and stunned. She tries to scream, but my venom has long since taken effect. I suck her down, inching that beautiful smile, that beautiful body into mine.
Finally, once her hair has disappeared into my mouth, I reseal my mouth to its human proportions.
I stand from my position, move and lie on the bed and prepare for her to reciprocate. I place my hand on the large bulge in my body, and feel as she wiggles and kicks and moves. I feel her trying to breath, I feel her heart beat, I feel her warmth. My body fills with ecstasy as I find it harder and harder to move, to think about anything else, anything at all. I feel her as she gets weaker and her mass reduces.
After ten minutes, no movement.
She’s a quarter of her original mass, and all I can think is
‘I’m glad I called in sick.’
]]> Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:37:36 MST erj210 Erotic Horror 4 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/42538/ <![CDATA[Hot day for Hot sex]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/32890/ A man came in about an hour before closing and i had seen him before. He came to sign in and whispered in my ear how happy he was to see me. I blushed and pushed the sign in sheet toward him. He looked down at it, then around the pool, once he saw no one was there he grabbed my arm.
"Follow me."
"Where?"
"I said follow me!"
I was scared and my heart started racing, i tried pulling back but he just pulled harder. Sucking in a breath to yell he clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Trust me, baby, your gonna like what daddy has for you."
I screamed into his hand and tried to get away but he grabbed my shoulders and led me to the break room and locked the door. Taking my towel from the shelf he ripped off a piece and tied it around my mouth. He threw me onto the ground and watched me wiggle under his stare.
"Ah, baby, daddy will make it all better."
He knelt down by my legs and i tried to kick him but he pinned both legs under him. Using another piece of my towel he tied my hands to the poles behind me and used a knife he had to cut open the top of my bathing suit. My breast poured out of the bathing suit and he grabbed them.
"Oh, my baby has grown up!"
He put my nipple into his mouth and started licking and when i started trying to kick he bit my nipple and i screamed into the towel.
"Behave, slut! Or I will make this hurt!"
He put his face into my breast and started drooling and licking everywhere. I tried to move out from under him and he turned around and tied my legs apart to two different poles. He stood up and gazed down at me. My arms tied above my head with my breasts exposed and the bathing suit cut to my belly button. Then he looked down at my white shorts and saw a little wet spot.
"Hmm, whats that? You Whore! You like it! Nasty fucking Whore!"
Since I was wet he got furious and ripped my shorts off and cut the rest of my bathing suit off. He looked at my clean shaven pussy and slapped it hard. I arched my back in pain and he slapped my tits.
"MmMMM!!" I murmered in pain.
"Oh, if you liked that you will like what I have."
He pulled his bathing suit down and exposed his 7in. dick and slapped me in the face with it. Then he went and rubbed it in my juices that were flowing out. I hated myself for liking what was happening but it just felt good.
I begged him behind the cloth to not do it, that i was a virgin. But he plunged forward and ripped through me. Holding it for a second as I screamed in pain before he pulled out and pounded back in. I thought I would rip in half with his force. He slapped my face as he plunged inside. Soon he started pumping extremely fast and hard and I could feel myself starting to get really excited.
"Fuck yeah, baby! Oh man your so fucking tight! Yes, yes, yes!!! Oh little slut ima cum all over your face, yeah thats right bitch, fucking take it!!"
He started pumping harder and even faster and his head fell back and a groan came out of his lips.
"FUCK baby! I'm gonna.......cum.....FUCK!!!"
He pulled out just for his cum to come squirting all over my face and stomach. He was shaking in pleasure. He then looked down at me and started rubbing my clit really fast.
"Yeah, baby, your gonna cum for daddy. Fucking cum for me bitch. I know you liked it. I felt your pussy tighten. Fuck yeah baby."
I started to shake with pleasure and felt my pussy contract and he plunged three fingers deep into my pussy and I screamed as I squirted onto his chest.
"Yeah baby, I knew you liked it. Fuck yeah. I'll see you sometime soon baby."
He got up and smiled down at me, pulling his bathing suit back on. Leaving me laying there, for someone to find me....


(wanna find me? lets create a story together baby. :] ]]> Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:36:08 MST hotwetsuds Erotic Horror 13 http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/32890/ <![CDATA[Man Kills Hooker With His Huge Penis]]> http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/story/29886/ Short Story by Carolyn Matthews.

Hello, my name is Robert Williamson, and I am sitting in my
penthouse overlooking Central Park. I hear a knock at the door,
so I get up from the couch to get the morning newspaper. As I
walk back to the living room, I open the paper and read the
headlines. It says "Man's Torso Found in Central Park!", and the
line below it has "Man's Head is yet to be found!"

Oh my God, I thought last night was all a dream, but it was not!
What kind of person have I turned into? Well, let me start out
at the beginning so you will understand better what drove me to
do such a terrible crime.

I am a very wealthy man, and I have everything I want in life
except for one thing. That one thing is a normal sized penis. My
penis never developed as I grew older, and at the age of thirty
five, it is only four inches long. About a year ago, I was
reading a fascinating novel about an "Amazon King" in South
America that was worshiped for the size of his penis. The book
claims that he was the father of over two thousand children over
his lifetime. I turned the book over and found that the author
is still alive, so I had my assistants track him down. I called
him on the phone a few days later, and he told me that
everything he wrote in his book was the truth. I asked him if he
would like to guide our expedition to the Amazon so I may view
the King's preserved remains. He gladly accepted.

We traveled through the jungle for two weeks, then suddenly the
ancient temple appeared in a clearing. To make a long story
short, I brought along a team of Doctors and they cut of the
King's penis. Back at the airport, I wave to Doctors as they
get on a flight back to Germany. Then I board my private jet and
return to New York. About three months went by, then I finally
get the phone call that I have been waiting my whole life to
receive. The Doctors successfully cloned the King's penis! I
immediately fly to Sweden and the best surgeons in the world
remove my penis and attached the new one. Oh my God, I am in so
much pain for the next few weeks that I wish I would die!

I fly back to New York and began to feel better after a few more
days. One morning I wake up and felt a very pleasant tingling
sensation between my legs. I pull the bed sheet away from my
naked body, and I see the biggest hard cock of my entire life!
Oh my God, it is beautiful! It is perfectly formed, and must be
about twelve to fourteen inches long! I start stroking it up and
down, and it gets even larger. The sensation is incredible!
After about five minutes, I ejaculate a huge load of sperm that
shoots straight up in the air for three or four feet!

Anyway, I play with my new cock two or three times a day. After
a few weeks pass, I notice that it continues to grow. Pretty
soon I can't go out in public because it hangs down to my knees
even when it is soft. I really want to try it out on a hooker,
so I have my assistants arrange to have one come over and take
care of my needs. To make another long story short, I had to pay
the hooker an extra thousand dollars to let me fuck her. I get
about twelve inches of my hard cock in her, then she tells me to
stop because she can't take anymore.

She starts screaming, so I put my hands over her mouth, and
shove my cock inside her pussy as hard as I can. Suddenly,
something breaks inside her and all twenty four inches of my
cock slide in easily. The hooker goes limp and blood starts
gushing out of her mouth! Oh my God, I am disgusted at myself,
but I fuck her dead body anyway! After I finish, I take a shower
then call my assistants to come over with a cleanup crew. They
arrive within the hour, clean the carpet and dispose of the body.

I do not go out in public during daylight hours, but at night I
like to walk through the park wearing my black raincoat while my
huge cock flops back and forth between my legs. Last night I
went out for a stroll and have a few cigarettes. A young man
comes up to me and asks for a "light", then we have conversation
for a while. He confides in me that he is gay, then asks if he
can suck my dick.

I open my raincoat and he immediately gets down and starts
playing with my penis. As it starts filling with blood, the
young man looks up at me and says "Oh my God Mister, this must
be the biggest fucking cock in the world!" He opens his mouth
and takes in about five or six inches. My cock is swelling to
its full size very quickly as I reach out with both my hands and
grab the back of the young man's head. He starts gagging and
struggles with me, but I am more powerful than he is. I give my
hips a big thrust and my cock slides down his throat! After a
few seconds, the young man becomes motionless and stops
breathing.

I wait for my cock to become limp, but it does not! Oh my God,
someone can walk by at any moment and see this dead person
hanging off the end of my cock! I always carry a very large
sharp knife with me for protection, so I pull it out of my
pocket and cut the man's head off. Oh my God, what a fucking
mess I have made! I button my raincoat together, then reach down
with both of my hands to support the head while I quickly walk
to the back entrance of my building. Nobody sees me as I take
the elevator up to my penthouse. After I take a cold shower, the
head falls onto the tile floor.

This is a short story, so I will it here. I hope there are not
too many spelling and grammatical errors! Carolyn.

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