Leslie watched me, though, then she brought her hands down to her skirt and pulled up a corner, just a little. My god … I could see part of her lace white panties, between her legs.

“I’ll get you later, Seth,” Leslie whispered.

Back to Melinda. She walked in front, her shorts tight around her buttocks. She whipped around and caught me staring. “Like my sexy ass? Believe it or not, Ashley is actually sexier down there.”

Ashley Anus. “No … I want you.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this … we were near the door and it was opening by itself somehow. I bent low, one arm beneath her incredible legs and touched skin, then hoisted her up into my arms.

Melinda’s hands wrapped around my neck and her head leaned toward me. “Oh Seth. Seth. I’m not your bride. You’re breaking a few rules here.”

“I don't care ...” My heart pounded with her this close, her chest touching mine.

We were inside and the door closed — the room was small, with thick, cream-colored carpet, the same color as her skin-tight sweater. A huge bed was in the center, king-sized … I reached it and she slid out of my arms onto the off-white quilt, then spread herself out on her back and stretched, clothed breasts sticking up in the air.

Do it now. I fell beside her, almost on top of her, her body almost under mine. Melinda giggled and scooted back, slid up against several pillows. My head touched her chest — my chin against her round boobs, then my head went up. Sweaty … I was hot all over. Her face came toward mine and I stayed where I was.

Our mouths met and her lips fully surrounded mine as we kissed. Wet, she was sucking on me, I could hardly breath while her mouth pulled rhythmically at mine … I almost gasped as I felt my body jolt, with each tug of her lips like a vacuum on my mouth, her eyelashes fluttering near mine …

“Mmmmm.” Smack. Melinda retreated briefly, then moaned. “Oh yesss. Oh yesssss.” Her tongue protruded and she licked her lips, then came forward again and her lips closed around mine — then her tongue probed at my lips.

Oh my god. I flinched … this was new for me.

“Open wide,” she murmured.

Thrill shot up from my groin and into my spine … I cracked open my lips just slightly and Melinda’s tongue slipped in and touched mine, warm saliva and her face pushed closer, tongue digging and then my tongue touched hers again … smack, smack … her tongue writhed around inside, licking me, slurping —

I groaned with the pleasure as she retreated once more, her tongue withdrew from my mouth and my body shuddered … “Oh my god. Oh my god …”

Melinda’s mouth remained open and she licked the air. “Did you like that?”

Now I came after her and my face touched hers, she giggled and fell back but I was on top of her, licking her huge lips, then pushing my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her … then, both our tongues withdrew, mouths closed … another long, lingering, savoring kiss.

Melinda ended it, leaning back, staring at me with narrow, gleaming eyes. “Do you want to get naked now, Seth?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Completely naked? Do you want to see my luscious boobs and my wet little pussy?”

“Uh-huh …”

“And I’ll bet after my little tricks with your mouth that you really want me to see your big cock, don’t you, Seth?”

My god. “Damn … you’re good.”

Melinda grinned, then her lips curved into a sneer and her tongue emerged and stroked the air. “Oh yes I am. And I’m just getting started, dear.” She slid out from underneath me and sat up on her knees, I turned around, untied each shoe and pulled them off, then my socks …

“No, not there.” Her hands went down to my waist and grasped my t-shirt edges.

I'm going to be naked with this girl and I can't believe it.

My arms went up and Melinda pulled the shirt over my head, then threw it aside. She sat there, eyes flickering over my skin. “Ooohh, aren’t you nice.”

Let’s see your chest, Melinda.

She went next for my belt. Her fingers unbuckled it, then pulled … it slid out from my shorts loops.

Her sultry eyes flicked up to mine. “Getting warmer.” Her hands came for my shorts button and zipper — I gasped.

“No … Melinda, not yet.”

She stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

“I want … want to see you naked first.”

“Top or bottom first?” she asked.

“Top …” My voice cracked and I trembled. “I want to see you topless.”

“My, you really are inexperienced, aren’t you?” She laughed, then smacked her lips together. “Let’s see what my full chest can do to thrill you.”

Melinda drew her arms back and I reached for her, hands trembling. I took her sweater near her waist with both hands and pulled up. Her navel. More. Slowly I moved further, now seeing her whole midriff, then the bottoms of her bra cups. She reached up, letting me take it all the way off, and I could see her whole bra now, her breasts filling the cups and her ridge spilling out in the center.

Over her head, and Melinda shook her hair. Then she eyed me. “Almost there. How do you like me?”

“You’re …” I couldn’t speak. I only stared.

She jiggled her shoulders and her two boobs shook back and forth inside her bra.

“You’re incredible,” I finished.

With one hand I grasped her left breast, though the bra … round, warm, soft. I could barely get my fingers around it.

Melinda whispered, “That would feel better for both of us if that boob were naked.”

Her bra straps were loose below her shoulders and she pushed her arms through them, I let go of her breast, then her elbows went up and with her hands behind her back, she undid the clasp … the bra clasp …

The bra hung on her. I took the straps and pulled it off and her breasts sprung free. Perfectly formed, round and sensuous. Nipples red and inflamed.

I collapsed on her and she giggled, gasping with pleasure … my mouth found one erect nipple and I licked her, sucked it, then licked all the way around her breast while groping her other one … tight skin, thick nipples, swelled taut …

Just as quickly I left her, got back, and her legs snapped … Melinda jumped up to a stand, and untied her shoes, one smooth, shapely leg blurred up past my head and she kicked off one shoe, and then the other, then pulled off her socks.

She dropped back down and lay in front of me, her breasts jiggling, and I could barely control myself.

“Seth?” she asked.

“I … I’m going to cum in my pants …”

Melinda laughed. “Just the sight of me topless and you’ll explode … well, let’s hold off on that.”

Her hand reached down and lay across my pulsing lump.

For a moment I closed my eyes … the thrill subsided only a little.

Melinda squeezed and my spine tingled. Then her hand released me.

My eyes opened again. While still lying down, she was unbuttoning her shorts, and then I reached up, took the waist and pulled down … it was hard, they were so tight! Over her thighs … thin, white panties … I got them off all the way and slipped them off her feet and tossed them aside.

She grinned, pinching her breasts with both her hands, then rubbing them softly. “Mmm, this is going quite well so far.”

I still couldn’t believe she was topless. Melinda was topless and in her underwear.

I reached down, between her legs, and rubbed her panties. Warm, wet.

Then silently I took her panties near her hips and yanked down. Skin … more, more … and there was her vagina, deep and red, hairless and glistening wet.

It beckoned. My head dipped low, bare stomach touching the bed, and my chin went between her legs, mouth open.

Melinda propped herself on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you … a blowjob?”

“That’s my job.”

“Can I try you first?”

Melinda’s tongue ran across her lips. “Oooh, yes you can, I just doubt you’re experienced enough.”

My head lowered more and my tongue touched her crack … I had licked her vagina … strange tastes, smells, hot, slick skin. Thrilling! I sucked on her, kissed her, rubbing one hand on her thigh, and with the other I groped her breast …

“Mmmm,” Melinda moaned. “Seth, I’m the Mouth, and you’ll need some practice with this …” I kept licking, sucking, feeling her juices drain. “Ooohh … mm, but that does feel good.”

My cheeks pressed on her inner thighs, I dug deeper with my tongue, feeling uncontrolled now, and Melinda twitched, sighing and moaning … I drooled into her, worked up some saliva and spit it out on her, then rubbed it in with my finger …

She moaned — “Oh, oh, do it again, yes, yessss.”

Her body shook and I kept licking her, tongue probing folds of glistening red skin. Was that her clitoris? I took it between my lips and sucked —

“Aaaaaa!” Stunned, I let go and stopped, but Melinda’s head was aimed toward me, eyes closed and huge lips open … “No, no no, keep going, do it.” I sucked on her again and she convulsed, her knees moving up and down, her mouth gasping and moaning, “Oh, yes, oh, oh my god, oh, suck me … oh, Seth, oh …”

I licked her, tonguing her flesh, but her quivering had slowed. Melinda’s legs drew closer together and I sat up, my tongue dripping with her cum, the taste remaining.

“Mmmmm.” Melinda sat up, legs crossed underneath her, then she got to her knees and grabbed my arm, turned me around and pushed my head down to the pillows. She was in front of me, leaning over with hair and boobs hanging down. “Now it’s your turn for my blowjob.”

I shivered as her thin fingers unbuttoned my shorts, then pulled down the zipper. Hold it in.

Melinda pulled the shorts down without help, all the way across, off my legs, then her hand lightly felt my hard penis through my underwear.

“Oooh, this will be good.” Then Melinda, still completely naked … and on the bed with me … peeled off my underwear. My penis was exposed and protruding, already wet near the tip … oh, my god.

Melinda tossed the briefs away and lowered her gaze, eyes narrow and slutty, mouth open, tongue stroking the air.

“Oh, you’re big,” she said. “But you could be bigger.”

“And you’re going to put it inside your mouth.”

Melinda’s eyebrows lowered and she stared at me salaciously. “You haven’t lived until I’m giving you head, Seth. I’m about to take all of you inside my mouth. Deep and wet. Feel my tongue sliding all over you as your big cock penetrates my throat. And I swallow cum too, Seth. All of it.”

Her head came down, lips spread open farther than I thought possible, deep, wet mouth … I closed my eyes as her breath flowed over my penis, then I opened and looked. Her mouth was closed and she kissed the trunk, head twisting, a long kiss … then, suction, on the side … she moved up with her chin just over the head and licked — just above the tip.

“I’m going to drain you,” Melinda whispered.

Then she came down with her tongue out and she licked the side … I flinched and almost burst out right on her face, she kept going, licked around and around, hot, wet saliva sliding, licking, sucking, then, back at the top … and she slipped the head in between her lips and inside.

Oh god … Melinda slid her rippling lips over my penis, almost halfway, then backed out, still partially in, and then sucked in deeper, her tongue inside and licking me and her inner cheeks pressing in, wet, then I felt my tip hit the back of her throat — she sucked in, out, in, out …

I erupted into her! “Mmmmm —” and Melinda sucked even harder, her throat constricting, swallowing it all! Her lips were almost into my pubic hair and all of my penis was inside her — I gasped and cummed again into her mouth and Melinda swallowed … now her lips cracked open and twitched over my trunk, rippling. Then her tongue emerged under my penis, slick with white goo and she pulled the penis out all the way, the head near her huge, bulging lips …

I spurted again. She caught it on the lips, thick and stringy, and her eyes probed mine. “Mmmm, tastes so good. Ahhhh-haaa …” Melinda slurped in the semen and swallowed it with a loud gulp. “Ahhhh.”

More cum — it spit out of the top and onto her mouth, Melinda swept it inside with her tongue and then licked my penis top and suddenly plunged my penis back in, sliding down to her throat and then more, all the way! I moaned and Melinda’s chin pressed into my sack as I spermed more into her throat, over and over — she swallowed it all, then her tongue slid out underneath my jerking trunk but I could hardly see it, only felt it, then I watched as she licked at my balls … her mouth expanded, over my sack and she drew that up into her mouth, all of it, and her lips clamped shut over them and she kept sucking … she had my whole package inside her!

I kept spurting. Melinda kept swallowing, sucking, licking my penis and balls inside her mouth. But I had slowed down.

My sack dropped limply out of her mouth, dripping wet. Slowly Melinda drew her mouth away, wet skin sliding around my penis, and she released the tip with a loud, slippery smack.

“Now I know you liked that. Want some more?”

“Oh … oh my god, Melinda, I can’t … I don’t have any more.”

“Ohhh.” She frowned at me with sympathy. “Damn it. Are you sure?”

“I’m … I’m sorry … you drained me, like you said,” I gasped.

Now Melinda grinned. “Ahhhh.” Her mouth opened wide, almost as if for a yawn, and her tongue slithered into view, probing the air like a serpent, saliva and cum crackling inside. Lips closed again, and she spoke. “Well, we goddesses of sex have a special way to keep the cum flowing … always.”

Her body slid up beside mine, her stomach on mine and her breasts on my chest, and her enormous tongue was licking her own lips, then it slipped back inside her mouth and her head was beside mine, and she kissed me, her lips fully surrounding mine, sucking, then her tongue licking …

A jolt of electricity coursed through me and I felt my vigor return instantly.

“Feel that?” she asked around my lips.

My body shuddered. I barely nodded.

Melinda let go of my mouth, spit sliding. “You’ll not run out of orgasms anytime soon, Seth.” Voice low, breathy, her huge lips moving right in front of mine. “I’ll just keep on sucking you until you’re dry. And then when you’re dry I’ll suck you again, and swallow every bit of your cum, all of it. Then I’ll refill you with more.”

“How … how?”

“Goddess power, Seth. Don’t ask how. Merely experience it.”

Melinda’s hand slid down, wet across my stomach, and her fist closed over my penis. She pulled, sliding down at the same time and then she moved off me, turned around and for a second I saw her ass, round and wide and sexy. Her naked legs slipped off the side of the bed, and she kept pulling — I slid toward her somehow and the pillows under my back came with me.

My legs were over the bed and she was on her knees, churning her shoulders and stroking my wet penis with her fingers. Wide, blue eyes bored into mine near the tops of her sockets.

For the first time I noticed the thin string of pearls around her neck. Melinda’s lips bulged as she pulled my penis down toward her chin … then her mouth clasped around the tip and she sucked … one solid suck, dragging it in like a vacuum but not going further than the tip.

I felt the cum well up inside me.

Pop. Melinda released me and withdrew, her right hand still wrapped around my trunk. She rolled her head and squeezed my penis tight. “Ever heard of facials, Seth? I want you to cum all over my face.”

“You’d like that?”

“Oh yesss.” Now Melinda’s fingers slid up and down my penis, squeezing, greased with my cum and her saliva. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over and over and over … faster, faster.

I gasped, my body shuddered … I could barely sit upright but the pillows propped me up from behind.

“Come on, baby.” Melinda’s breasts thrust forward and her hair flipped about her shoulders as she pumped me with her hand. “Give me that cum inside. All of it. Blow it all over me, mmm …” She stopped jerking me for a moment and merely wriggled her fingers in place on my trunk. “Where’s your cum, Seth?”

“It’s … it’s on the way,” I gasped.

Her hand released me and her head lowered. Lips opened just barely. The penis penetrated her face and she pushed it all the way in. Hot and wet inside, a tight hole … slick, sensuous tongue and skin wrapping around me … for a split second I felt her teeth …

Melinda pulled out quickly just as I gasped out loud.

“Oooh, now it’s time,” she whispered.

My head nodded as Melinda’s hand clasped around me again, the trunk newly lubricated by her saliva, and she pumped me repeatedly …

“Ohhh, Seth. Cum on my face. Cum on my lips, my nose, my tongue, everywhere …” Melinda’s head curled backward and for a moment I noticed her legs on the floor, kneeling and pressed together … naked vagina crack, slowly oozing fluid across her inner thighs. “Cum on me, baby.”

That did it. I exploded.

Melinda caught it on her hand and slid her hand back, leaned her head forward …

“AAAhhh!” Another burst shot across her mouth and she moaned with pleasure. Another string. It shot past her neck and stuck to her hair. “Oh my god …”

More semen streaked across her left cheek and nose. Two bursts — they landed on her lips and slowly oozed down her chin. Now Melinda, mouth gaping and moaning, clasped my penis in her fingers again and pumped me for more.

My body spasmed and multiple streams burst forth. They coated her lips, cheeks and tongue, slathered across her teeth, dripped down her neck, landed in her hair. Thick white, stringy cum. She squeezed and jerked my penis, wringing more out.

Finally I was slowing and I stared at Melinda. My cum had collected on her chin and now a long string dripped slowly down toward her legs. More had run down her neck, past the pearl necklace and then down to her luscious breasts … her nipples remained inflamed and the cum had streaked across them and in her deep cleavage line in between.

It was streaked across her inflated red lips … and now her tongue probed outward , slid across the wetness and licked it into her mouth … Melinda gulped loudly as it oozed down her throat and then her tongue expanded even more, sliding across her chin and curving upward to lick herself and draw the gelatinous liquid up toward her lips … faster now, her tongue flipped around her cheeks and nose, slurping up the cum and then returning it to her mouth, I watched her neck pulse in and out as her throat constricted, swallowing every drop of my cum on her face … gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Only the sperm on her hair remained.

Her hands went up and she scraped the cum from both her breasts, lifted the stringy substance to her ever-probing tongue, then licked it loudly into her lips. I reached down to her left breast, pinched the nipple, then peeled more cum off her breast — her hand took mine and she lifted my fingers to her face, lips closed around my fingers and licked the cum back toward her throat. Gulp.

Melinda finished. Her face was clean. And I felt completely wasted.

Her mouth closed … and her lips shrank. “Now I know you liked that, Seth.”

“Oh Melinda … that was …”

“I know.” Her head tilted up.

I could hardly breathe as I bent down for the kiss. “There’s … you have more?”

“You haven’t seen the ultimate,” Melinda told me. “Remember when I told you your cock was long, but that it could be longer?”

Her thinner lips clasped together with mine for a gentler kiss. Then her face pressed forward, almost violently, shaking back and forth, no tongue but her lips rippled, firm and pulling hard, I groaned and she grunted over and over, “Mmm … mmm … mmmmMM!”

Finally Melinda let go and I gasped, leaning against the pillows, my penis still wet and now throbbing with reborn energy.

Melinda slid back down to her knees. I leaned forward, ready for more. Glistening sheen spread between her legs. A little of my cum remained between her incredible boobs.

My hands reached down and each clasped a breast, and I groped her.

Melinda’s mouth opened, lips re-inflated and her tongue emerged. “It’s time. Sit back and enjoy the ride of your life.”

I released her boobs and leaned back, my penis hanging horizontally into the air just before her chin.

Melinda pressed my penis back into her, sliding through the throat, hot and wet, she went in and out a couple of times then let go with another smack. Her hand clasped around the trunk, jerked in and out, then she came back and it penetrated her mouth, I felt the tip pass her throat and farther and moaned, almost in pain …

She leaned back and let it out. It looked longer than before — two inches?

Melinda pinched the tip, wriggled her fingers, stared up at me, then focused on the penis and pulled hard. So slippery, she would have to let go, but she didn’t, kept pulling, I felt the pressure on my groin and then something gave inside. She pulled … out, adding inches, penis growing longer, then stopped for a moment.

My god. I was a foot long.

“Mmm, aren’t you the stud now.” Melinda laughed and grinned salaciously, then pulled more … LONGER! and on her knees she walked backward, breasts wiggling, vagina gleaming wet, hand still grasping my head and adding length, now the penis was several feet long and she kept going, then stood up and walked back faster, almost to the wall, she wouldn’t stop!

Her back hit the wall and she let go, leaned against the wall, eyes closed, her head tilted to one side and her legs spread.

My penis wobbled horizontally in the air like tape measure, at least ten or 12 feet long!

The length she had added was dry … only the few inches near the tip were wet and I could feel everything … air rushing past, then her hand wrapped around the trunk about eight inches from the tip …

Melinda raised her hand to her face, slid her humongous mouth over her palm, then blew me a kiss with wet, pursed lips. “Now,” she intoned. “Don’t even believe your eyes. Just believe what you feel when your cock drives into my writhing body.”

Melinda dropped to her hands and knees on the carpet and drew the head to her mouth. Inside, then she pressed in and out, sucking, then in, in … in … and she crawled forward, breasts dangling, my penis had gone far beyond her throat and kept sliding in, more and more, unbelievable! She was going to swallow it ALL?!

She kept crawling, quickly, pushing it in, not stopping, her eyes staring at me. Inside … I felt it sliding through a slick, wet tube, the same sensation as her mouth — now she was almost halfway back to me and her arms came up, grabbing the long trunk ahead of her, pulling it toward her and shoving it in.

Three feet … her lips parted, I felt the cool air and she moaned from within, “Aaaaaagggghhhh.”

Then Melinda was there, her lips sliding all the way back down to my groin and she licked my hairs, nose pressing in. Then she sucked, hard, wet, HOT! and I jolted, jerked upward on the bed and her knees rose up off the floor, bobbing in the air, her whole trembling body mounted on my penis — and I almost passed out, the thrill was too much!

Melinda sucked … her mouth, pulsing in and out and the penis sliding within her, coiling around in her tubes or intestines or something! I gasped, almost stopped breathing, my hands pressed into the bed and then I felt it coming, I reached up and grabbed the back of Melinda’s head, forced her to keep it in …

I exploded, from somewhere deep inside her, and from whatever that place was she swallowed it, I could hear Melinda gulping it down and her tongue slid over my sack and sucked it in … then, buried inside, hundreds of slick, crawling sensations, like multiple tongues, sliding across me — I cried out and erupted again, harder than ever before, repeatedly, long, sustained burst of sperm, Melinda was shuddering, swallowing, sucking, pulling for more, tongue licking my sack and the trunk near my groin and the suction spreading to all parts.

I was floating in an ocean of pleasure, sucking, saliva, moisture, cum everywhere, Melinda had it on her lips and it dribbled out back onto me … near heaven, my senses were gone, then another eruption and she sucked even harder, I couldn’t believe it, licking, tonguing, sucking, hot, wetness …

I must have passed out. The next thing I knew, Melinda was back beside me, lying on top of me with her head over mine, her breasts pressing into my chest. Down there my penis was back to normal length, and I was lying further up on the bed with my head in the pillows … she drew closer, her breath smelling of cum but I didn’t care, and she licked my lips then pressed close for a kiss. I could barely move, I just let her do what she wanted.

Licking, wet hands caressing my face, tongue probing my mouth.

The energy shuddered through me. My lips opened, and Melinda lifted her head up and stared into my eyes.

She grinned … white, wet teeth over her bulging, amazing lips. “Now. Did you like that? Even better than the facial?”

I couldn’t say anything.

Melinda’s lips closed and her eyes narrowed, rolled around and she lowered her head with a sultry, slutty expression. I felt her hand on my penis and she slid across me back that way, grasped the trunk, and I watched stunned as she pulled it up to two feet long, then stretched her body upward, her perfectly round breasts protruding forward, nipples deep red and rigid.

“I’m in the mood for some dessert,” she purred.

And Melinda fit her humongous, wet lips over it and came down all the way, up past her teeth and tongue and inside her throat — from this angle I would have to be driving it up inside her brain!

I barely felt myself ejaculate, again, repeatedly, bursts two seconds long … and Melinda’s mouth drew almost all the way up and then plummeted down again, wringing more cum from the tip that was swallowed up somewhere inside her, she sucked, she sucked, wide eyes focused on me and rolled up to the tops of her sockets, mouth puckered around the trunk, frozen halfway down.

Then Melinda slid it up inside her again, penetrating through her wet, tight tube, I kept cumming and felt my senses drifting … my god, she is incredible … sucking up and down, up and down, shimmering, luscious cream-colored hair falling past her shoulders, beyond that, her breasts and thick taut nipples silhouetted in the light …

Then Melinda stopped, her nose pressed into my groin flesh and just sucked, inside her, not moving outside. More bursts … this was the longest yet. She drew it in, all of it, sucking it out, emptying me from inside, my penis buried inside her tubes inside her incredible body, her eyes opened once more and bored into mine and she kept sucking all of my cum into her throat, throughout minutes upon minutes, and I felt myself drifting off again, out of consciousness, upon wave after wave of orgasms.

 

      “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing ?” he growled playfully.

    She smiled again, her fangs protruding because of her excited state.

     “Thought you was human” she stated trying to get her breath back.

    She saw his teeth were still elongated, meaning he was just as excited as she was, she smiled again and noticed for the first time, his hand was on her stomach, she felt a tingling where it was placed and looked into his eyes, now serious.
          Eden felt her shift under his weight and wondered if she was uncomfortable, he looked at her face, framed by a dark halo of hair, she was actually quite attractive, he thought, he looked into her eyes and saw the passion bubbling under the surface, and realised it was he who had awakened the strong feeling, he flushed red as he felt his manhood harden, caused by the intense lust filled stare of the woman under him. She smiled as she felt the tell tale sign of passion, sliding her hand slowly from the ground, afraid she might frighten him off, she found herself grasping the hardness, feeling a surge of heat between her legs she realised she was very turned on by his manly weight pressed against her body.
           He felt her hand grasping his manhood and gasped as she started slowly pulling on it, he felt himself lean forward and felt her hot tongue find its way into her mouth, they kissed passionately and fumbled with each others clothes until they was both naked and exploring each others bodies for the first time, she felt him enter her slowly, and marvelled at his size, he thrust into her depth and out again, while he kissed her breasts, she gasped as she felt herself reaching her peak,feeling him thrust into her one more time and feeling his passion rise to the peak. He exploded inside her, while she writhed in ecstasy underneath his crushing weight. She felt him relax and took the cue from him to do the same.

 
Ignoring a stone stabbing into her back she reached up and grasped his firm buttock, smiling she felt weariness take over and felt herself sinking into sleep, she was hardly aware of the shift of body weight, meaning Eden had just got up.
           He stood over her naked body and closed his eyes, what had he done ?, he picked his clothes up and quickly dressed, being silent, as not to awaken her. He looked at her again, seemingly glowing white in the stark moonlight graveyard, he sighed and walked away from her sleeping form.

"mmmmmmm" she slowly started to moan. She kicked of her sandels and was fantasising about vegeta fucking her hard, her clenched up soft toes and long, sexy legs would make any man beg for mercy. She placed her index finger into her pussy and slowly placed it all the way in her juicy, pink pussy

"mmmmmmmm" she was getting loader, she took off her wet thong down her legs quickly and with her sexy toes took them off and cucked them to the floor, revealing all of her beutifully tanned legs. with her index finger she started to slowly finger herself, pushing in her index finger all the way inside her pussy, noises of pleasure were getting louder while and she looked at vegeta everytime she let out a sound hopeing not to wake him, but deep down inside her she wanted him to wake up so he could see how horny she was at the thought of him. Faster & faster bulma was fingering her wet pussy getting louder and louder each time she inserted it, she placed another finger in to add to the pleaure fingering herself fast, she was squeezing her tits harder

"Oh God, Oh God" she screamed, "OOH YES" she was unaware of how loud she had been, her pussy was getting wetter and she was fingering herself faster and faster. Vegetas eyes were slowly rolling up, but after he saw the amazing sight infront of him his eyes burst wide open, there was Bulma, the hot girl who had looked after him fingering herself to his naked body, the saiyan prince was arroused and his cock grew into a 12 inch wonder, bulma noticed by the corner of her eye and knew he was awake, she knew he was horny at the sight of her so she turned her pink, tight, wet pussy into his view and said

"if you want some come get some" vegeta without hesitence broke through the glass of the chamber and walked right up to the horny minx. As one of the last survivers of his planet, forced to travel different worlds Vegeta didnt get much action, and never had he seen another race that looked the same as his. The last time the prince remembers a fuck was when he was a little boy in his home planet, and he fucked one of his teachers afer class.

Bulma got to her knees and started to suck of the prince. Vegeta was haiste and said

"yes suck me Bitch, suck me harder" Bulma enjoyed being treated like dirt, it arroused her. From then onwards she knew she was going to have the Fuck of her life

 

He stood over her, staring at her, as she lay motionless in the bed, just a corner of the sheet covering anything that was her.   He stared at her sleeping body, the silky, velvety black hair flowed from her, caressing her body as it reached down her body.   It lay tangled in some spots, straighter in others, victims of an earlier struggle.   Her breath was short and shallow, as she lay there motionless.    He couldn’t take it much more; her scent was invigorating, intoxicating.

 

The night had taken hold, and the change was coming. It was always so violent, so harsh on him, but this was who he was.   There lived a beast within him, and as the sun gave way to the night, it came though as well.   He knew his lust for her would drive him even more.   A rage washed over him, it was about to happen.   His blood boiled as his heart pounded faster and faster.   The pulling was about to start; he looked down to watch his hands, the nails starting to grow longer.   “It is happening,” he thought.

 

Howls could be heard off in the distance as this new creature was taking shape.   How whole body began to grow violently, His hands now grew to twice-there size.   His arms and legs had grown as well, now more powerful, fully developed masses of muscle.   His chest seemed to be ripped out from him, it moved as waves on the ocean, the ripples growing more and more.   The intenseness of the whole transformation had finally taken its toll as the collapsed on to the floor.   His body continued to transform as he called out his name, groggily, and still asleep, “ Brian?   Brian!”

 

He heard the calls, and moved himself closer to the foot of the bead so as to not be seen.   “Yes Karen, I am here,” he replied to her, his voice deeper and with a hint of a growl.

 

Karen looked around the room, her dark eyes searching frantic for her new found love.   “Brian?   What are you doing, come back to bed with me.”

 

Brian’s ears perked up, all the sounds around him seemed to be magnified now.   He heard everything, that made a sound, and her movements were all heard.   She was moving towards him, and her scent hit him hard, like a slap in the face as the sheets fell from her body.   The animal lust that was inside him grabbed a hold of him, his mind raced to gain control with no luck.   He stood up before her at the foot of the bed, a growl of lust slowly emanating from him.

 

Karen screamed as she saw the beast rise from the foot of the bed.   She frantically moved away, pulling the sheet up over her body trying to conceal her nakedness as she screamed for help.   The Beast moved towards her, what was it she thought as she tried desperately to push her self though the wall. She screamed once more, hear fears choking her up, Screams, now just gurgling.

 

Brian moved methodically, the beast he was now was no were near as charming as the man that brought this lovely beauty back here.   The beast lived inside of him, but now he lived inside of it.

It had all control; it wanted its own satisfaction.   He moved even closer to Karen, her scent was even more intoxicating.  

 

Her screams were going nowhere, Brian was gone, probably killed by this beast, and it was moving closer to her.   She looked at it, her eyes still filled with tears.   She trembled every move it made towards her.   Its face was nothing like she had ever seen; yet she had seen it before.   Pictures and movies, but this couldn’t be real.   It was all fantasy, nothing real.   She tried to rear back as it moved closer, its snout so close to her, she could feel its hot breath breathing down on her.

Brian stared at her from deep with in the beast that he was.   Watched as she trembled, flinching as he moved his head around her.   Her scent was intoxicating… the perfume she wore, mixed whit the scent or her cunt.   His heart began to pound even greater as he knew he would make her his once more.   He raised his had and tore the sheet she held to protect her.   He drank in her body with his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he moved closer to her.

 

Karen squealed a little as the sheet was ripped from her, exposing her bare body to the beast.   She held her legs close to her as she leaned against the wall.   Fear griped her throat, squeezing the breath from her, as the beast seemed to smell her.   She flinched again as its cold nose gently grazed her thigh.   It reared back slightly and growled at her as it looked into her eyes.   She gasped as she seemed to see into the beast, and the beast seemed to know her…   “Brian,” she thought?

 

Brian couldn’t look at her gaze any more; he saw the flash in her eyes as she realized who he was now.   He reached for her leg and pulled it towards him, trying to open her up.    She screamed out, “NO!”   The noise angered the beast as she pulled from his grip.   He let out his own growl as he raised his other hand, and swung it back against her head.   Her body fell away from him, slithering off of the bed, slumping onto the bare floor next to the bed.   Brian leapt towards her coming to a rest over top of her, a low growl coming from him as her head turned towards him.

 

Karen’s mind came to a crashing halt as the force of the beast’s hand threw her from the bed.   She felt herself falling, slumping to the ground.   He was over her as she tried to turn over, his fiery breath heating her soft skin.   She could still feel the burning, stinging feeling of his hand on her head and tried to reach up to touch it.   His grip was fierce on her wrist as he grabbed her hand and started to pull at her.   She screamed out “NO!   STOP THIS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

 

Brian grabbed at her arm, pulling her to where he wanted her.    He loved the fighting she was putting up; it fueled the fire inside of him.   He burned wildly to have his satisfaction with her, and her struggles making it even more exotic for him.   In her struggles, he managed to get her turned to all fours, and grabbed a fist full of her raven black hair.   He yanked hard on it, getting her attention, stopping her from her feverish attempts at escaping him.

 

The tension on her hair caused Karen to stop her struggles, her whole body tenses up as this creature moved over her.   She started to move away again, only to have her hair yanked back, pulling her head back.   Every time she tried to scream, and get away, it was always cut short by another violent tug.   His hot breath seemed to be burning a hole though her neck and back.   She felt him moving over her, and again she struggled o get away from him, and again he yanked her back in line.    She felt his arm wrap underneath her.   The soft fur on his arm was caressing and frightening at the same time.   He now had a firm grip of her, and her body was now his to do as he pleased.

 

Brian slowly moved tighter to her, his body in line with hers.   He couldn’t keep his passion of her any more.   She was in the perfect position, and he held her tight, not letting her go.   He kicked her legs open slightly more as his own manhood began to grow.   It slowly started to emerge from its sheath.   The reddish pink head came first, slithering its way out with every pulse of his heart.   His own hips soon began to move in a rhythmic manner.   He was ready for her now, and still grew even more and more.

 

Karen felt the beasts cock rubbing up against her.   She started to panic, and screamed out, “What are you doing, you can’t do this!”

 

Karen’s screams fell upon ears that would not hear her.   Brian started to adjust his thrusts; he could feel her wetness sliding on his cock.   He knew were his mark was, and had to hone in on it.   With a couple more thrusts, the mixture of her wetness and his own pre-cum, he began to slide into her.

 

Karen felt this creature find her womanhood.   She gasped as he entered her.   Tears began to fall as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into her.   She was powerless to stop him, and let him have his way with her.   He pounded her harder and harder, and soon began to really fill her up. She felt him begin to swell inside her, her own passions starting to take control of her mind.   She tried to fight it, this just wasn’t right, but she found herself wanting more and more.  

 

Brian felt her start to get into the rhythm.   She liked it to, and he lusted for her even more.   He released his hold from around her waist and grasped her shoulder and began to thrust harder and harder into her.   He felt the knot starting to grow inside of her.   Her own secretions were mixing with his.   She was in heat for him and he was powerless to stop himself from being one with her.   His own fur was matting as her own cum was making its way onto him.   His knot grew even more inside of her, linking her with him.

 

Karen couldn’t believe she was starting to enjoy this.   This beast, this monster had taken her as his own and she was starting to like it.    She began to herself for it.   He was raping her, and she was enjoying it.   She was even thrusting back at him, fucking him even.   Her own body was fighting her on his.   Orgasm after orgasm flowed though her body, as this foreign cock seemed to know every mark, every point to touch.   She felt him growing inside of her; she wanted more and more of him.   She wanted to feel him more and more.   She reached back through her legs, and started to rub her own clit.   Her hand was now moist with her own cum.   She reached back to touch him; he was so massive in her.   She began to caress the semen filled balls that slapped up against her legs.   They were so soft in there downy soft, fur covered scrotem.   She gently rolled them though her fingers.    Her thoughts were racing, more and more.   She wanted to explore this creature more and more.

 

Brian’s thrusts were more systemic now.   He felt is cum starting to boil over.   His knot was deeply embedded in her; she could not escape him now.   He moaned his own pleasures as he felt her caressing him nuts.   He thrusted more and more inside of her, he leaned back to grab her hips as he dug into her more and more.   Everything was becoming a blur, the excitement, the pleasure, the joys, all combining for a wonderful experience.

 

Karen felt his grasp on her, she moaned out in her own pleasures as he held her tightly.   She put her hand back down on the floor, balancing her for his harder thrusts.   She could feel him about to cum.   She wanted it even more now.   She thrust back to meet him on every thrust.   “Oh god, oh god this is so great!” she thought.   She wanted him more and more now; She had to have him as her lover.   A Fiery lust grew inside her for him; he had taken her by force, now she would be his forever.

 

Brian tilted his head back as he thrusted deeper into her, burying himself into her.   He let out a great Howl from deep with in him as his cock began to extrude his fiery load of seamen deep inside of her.   Pulse after pulse; Wave after wave of his hot seamen shot into her.   Her own body convulsed with each and every shot that he buried inside of her.  

 

Karen’s juices were making there way down her legs, and she could feel each and every drop as it slipped out of her overflowing cunt.   It was like rivers flowing down her leg, pudding around her knees.   She heard the beast that was entwined in her let out a heart-stopping howl as Karen felt her new lovers climax fill her.   Her own screams of pleasure danced with his, a song of the night, a song of ecstasy.

 

As the last pulses of cum squirted out from Brian’s cock, he looked down upon Karnes back.   Her hair was to one side, and she seemed to be panting slightly, a bitch in heat, a bitch satisfied.   His lust for her was soon replaced by an even greater hatred and feelings of disgust.   Her neck was an inviting target, and his anger drove him into her.   His cock was still imbedded in her as he opened his jaws widely and came down on her neck with a great vengeance.   His teeth pierced though her flesh, sharpened daggers making their mark.   Her blood squirted from her veins, filling his mouth.   It covered his muzzle, and started to gush everywhere as he loosened up his grip on her.   She tried to move away, and he sunk his teeth even deeper into her.   He pulled back, ripping out the flesh of her neck.   He held onto her tightly, her screams slowly fading away as haunting songs prancing though his mind.   He chewed the flesh he had in his mouth, its flavor something to savor, something he enjoyed.  

 

Her body fell limp, and Brian let lose the grip he had of her, her head hitting the ground, her body still attached to his throbbing cock.   His knot had remained swollen inside of her, and his sexual arousal was being peaked as he felt her lifeless body fall forward.   He moved forward himself, picking her up slightly once again to have his way with her.

 

Brian started thrusting in her once again.   His cum provided plenty of lubricant for him as he thrust his cock in and out of her dying cunt.   He groaned and grunted, quite enjoying the fucking of this lifeless bitch.   The thought of her lifeless body excited him even more, and with a second round of pleasure, his climax filler her warm cunt once more.

 

Brian leaned on the bed, the rush and high of the second orgasm slowly washing off of him.   He felt his knot, still buried in this lifeless being, slowly begin to soften, and then with a thump of Karen’s body on the floor, he was free of her.   He snorted at her, disgust showering his face as he looked at her slumped body.   He stood up; his seven foot nine inch body towered over her.   He moved over towards the window, walking on her corps as she lay there getting cold.   He looked down at himself, she was all over him; his fur was matted with her cum, and her blood.   He reached out the opened window and readied himself to leave.   He looked back at her, his thought were savage, “Stupid hommid you were, but a toy.   A simple toy for my pleasure.”   His voice fell upon deaths ears, but she couldn’t tell anyone.

 

The savage beast made its way out the window and back into the city from where he came.   The city streets were always quiet at this time; this made his travel so much easier.   He knew he had to make his way to the park; the fountain would quickly wash away all this mess that still covered him.

 

Brian scanned the park as he arrived; nothing seemed to be moving but the water at the fountain.   He quickly made his way for it, not stopping for the police barriers that had been set up around it.   The water was cool as it penetrated his outer coat of fun, reaching his bare skin.   Brian soaked up the water, standing over the spraying fountain.   The water started turning a pinkish color, and Brian moved off the fountain and came down on all fours on the concrete ground around the fountain.   He shook violently, throwing all the excess water from his body and pelt.   It showered down all around him, turning the light grey cement its darker, wetter look.   He looked back at the fountain for a moment, then leapt over the barricade, and ran back into the city to his final resting place for the night.

 

Sergeant Magnetos started at the report that sat on his desk, his hand tapping his pen on the desk.   His partner sat across from him, staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost to the world.   A large stack of manila folders took over a corner of his desk.   Another victim to add to that stack just landed on his desk.   He read the report to himself, everything the same, just the names and faces were different.   This one read:   Karen Reynolds, age 26, five foot four, 125 lbs, Black hair, brown eyes.   Cause of Death:   Extreme Violent trauma to the back of the neck.   Special notes:   body found to be filled with animal fluids.   Sergeant Robert Magnetos picked up the crime scene photos and looked at the victim’s trauma.   He threw them back down on the desk in disgust, cursing at his partner.   “God Damn it Tom, This is the Fucking 29 ^th victim here, and it’s all the same.   When are we going to get a break in this?

 

Fade into chapter two

Nobadwolf

(c) 2004

 

Over the eons that followed, the daughters of men would find their way, or be brought, to my grove. They would offer their maidenheads to me in sacrifice and I would teach them of magic and mystery and of the ways of the world.

Then one day my followers in their animal skins stopped coming. I reached out my thought and found that their people had left, been driven out by a new people from across the sea. I stood alone for a few years until the daughters of these new men found me. These women, who were fair of skin, wore strange clothes. They danced in festival around me, not knowing that I watched. Incantations they used, their magic was weak but familiar, they knew of other old ones such as myself. I reveled myself and claimed my own sacrifices of them.

For nearly a century they came unto me and learned from me and gave themselves in sacrifice. Then one day only a few came, and they were frightened. Men of another god had found them out and were persecuting them and slaying them. The men came to my clearing and tried to take my children but were met by my fury. Very few I allowed to return home alive. My surviving children I scattered to the winds to safety, telling them that one day their descendants would return to me.

I slept. For nearly three hundred years I slept and the sons and daughters of men stayed away, fearing the nameless terror that lived here. Occasionally a young, brave and curious girl would come to see if the legends were true. Hungry, I would take her into my embrace and claim her, but the time was not right. Invariably, I would send her away with only the memory that something terrifying yet wonderful had happened, but no idea what.

Then she came, walking boldly into my clearing. Her presence over time woke me. She loved to climb into my branches seeking solitude, or wade in the stream by my roots. I touched her mind and found her name, Erica, and learned that she was descended of the women that I had sent into hiding so long ago. I stretched out my thought and found them, all of them. As I had fortold, they had returned.

I awoke fully and began to plan. There were five who could be most easily taught. The five points of the star, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit; they were there, one maiden for each. They would be the foundation of my new coven. It was time for me to claim my own sacrifices again.

These are their stories...

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

           

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

 

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

           

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

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

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

           

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

           

***

 

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

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

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

 

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

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

           

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

 

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

 

            “Doug?”

 

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

 

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

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

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

 

I swallowed hard.

 

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

 

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

 

***

           

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

More laughter.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

            “What?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

            “Look.”

 

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

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

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

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

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

 

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

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Holy crap.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Grove?”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

~ Fin ~