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Blood Lust

bjcortland on Supernatural Stories

Chapter 1

Cal rolled along the winding two lane road toward Winslow, and home. He had the windows down and was tapping his fingers to the Skynyrd tune blasting from the CD player. He passed under some low-hanging branches, the leaves filtering the afternoon sunlight into blotchy patterns on the gray asphalt before he emerged from their shadows back into the bright sunlight. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and he was looking forward to knocking off a little early when he got back to the office. He was an outside salesman for a plumbing supply company and enjoyed his work, but it had been a slow month and he’d had to put a push on all week to meet his monthly quota and wanted nothing more than to go home and relax on his apartment balcony with a few cold beers.

He wa

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s thirty, in fairly decent shape, and had a look that made meeting girls very easy. He’d never been married and only had one relationship he would call serious, lasting almost two years. But that was the way he wanted it. He enjoyed the freedom the bachelor life gave him and wanted to experience as much of a variety of women as he could while he was still young enough to do so.

He hadn’t always been in sales, and the tie he was now required to wear was more often than not loosened when he wasn’t meeting with clients. He was actually a licensed plumber and was making a decent living at it when the opportunity to move into his current position came along. The money was better and he still wouldn’t be confined to an office all day, so he accepted the offer. He excelled at it, and within a year his winning personality helped him to become one of the company’s top salesmen. On top of that, he still did the occasional plumbing job on weekends, often helping out a contractor buddy when he could.

As he rounded a curve in his white company pickup, he spotted the aforementioned contractor friend’s truck parked in the driveway of an old house that had been empty since the elderly woman who lived there died the previous winter. The driver’s door was open and he could see Bill sitting behind the wheel and talking on his cell phone, a clipboard in his hand. There was an electrician’s van and another pickup also parked in the driveway.

Slowing down, he pulled in next to Bill’s truck and killed the engine. Bill looked up and gave him a wave, still talking on his phone. Cal got out and walked around to the front of his truck, surveying the old two story house with its faded white paint and sagging front porch while he waited for Bill to finish his call.

After a moment, Bill came over to him, tucking his phone into his shirt pocket. “Hey, Cal.”

Cal nodded a greeting. “Hey.” He tilted his head toward the house. “Someone finally buy this place?”

Bill nodded, sighing. “Yep. We fixed up a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so they have a place to stay, but they want the rest finished next week. I told them it was going to require a lot of overtime and it wouldn’t be cheap, but they insisted. We’re gonna be working nights and all weekend.”

“That sucks,” Cal replied, still studying the dilapidated structure. “Is it even worth fixing?”

Bill chuckled. “Believe it or not, it’s not as bad as it looks. Sure, it needs some cleaning up and a few things rebuilt, like the porch there, but the basic frame is solid. They built them to last back then.” He eyed Cal. “Actually, I was gonna give you a call and see if you’d be interested in making a few extra bucks. There’s some plumbing work to do and my regular guy can’t work this weekend. Interested?”

Cal sighed. He’d been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing nothing but drinking a few beers and hanging out at the beach and bars. Maybe even pick up a cute girl to bring home for a little romp. But he could sure use the money. The slow sales this month meant his commission check wouldn’t be as big as usual.

“Fuck, Bill…I dunno…it’s been a long week…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black BMW pulled into the driveway. Its back windows were heavily tinted but through the windshield he could see the driver was an attractive young woman. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Bill nudged Cal and started toward the car.

“Before you say no maybe you should meet the clients,” he murmured under his breath as the woman got out.

She was dressed in a very conservative business suit and large dark sunglasses, but Cal’s experienced eye told him there was a very hot little body hidden under all that clothing. She wore a large brimmed hat and, combined with the sunglasses, left very little of her features visible. But from what he could see of her face revealed a full pair of ruby red lips set against very pale and delicate skin. This woman was definitely the type to arouse his interest.

Bill walked over to her and smiled as he greeted her and shook her small hand. “Miss Clark, nice to see you again.”

Her lips curved into a friendly, but not too overt smile. “Mr Robson.” Her head turned slightly toward Cal as he walked up behind Bill. “Miss Clark, this is a friend of mine, Cal Mooney. I’ve asked him to take a look at the plumbing. Cal, this is Zoe Clark, the owner’s representative.”

She extended a hand and he reached out to shake it. Like her features, her hand was small and cool, mostly hidden inside the long sleeves of her jacket. “A pleasure, Mr Mooney. Do you think you can finish up the work on time?”

Cal gave her his best confident salesman’s smile and nodded. Bill was right. He knew Cal well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to say no to a pretty lady. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t had the opportunity to look at it yet.” He gave Bill a sideways glance. “But Bill wouldn’t have asked me to do it if he didn’t think I could get it done on time.”

She nodded and he could almost feel her eyes through the dark glasses, as if her gaze were penetrating to the very depths of his soul. He continued to hold her hand for several long seconds - as if time somehow slowed to a crawl - before he came out of his trance and released it.

She turned to Bill. “So everything is on schedule? My mistress is committed to having the work completed no later than next Friday.”

As Bill reassured her that the work would be completed on time, Cal looked over at the darkened windows of the luxury automobile. Her mistress? What the fuck did that mean? And was this ‘mistress’ person sitting in the back seat now watching them? The whole thing was starting to take on an almost surreal aspect.

Bill was speaking again, bringing him back to the present. “I don’t see any problems right now. Of course, with a house this old there are often surprises once we start tearing things apart, but I’m certain it won’t be anything we can’t deal with.”

Apparently satisfied with his report, she shook his hand again and they said their goodbyes. Cal found himself unable to take his eyes off this enchanting and mysterious woman until she got back into the car and backed away.

Bill grabbed his arm and led him toward the house. “What did I tell ya? Quite a looker, huh?”

Cal nodded. “Yeah, interesting woman. Who’s this ‘mistress’ she mentioned? Sounds a little medieval.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, kinda strange huh? She’s like a secretary, gopher, whatever you want to call it, for this woman from some European country. Some kind of distant royalty - a countess or something - I dunno exactly. I guess that’s the custom over there, calling your boss-lady your mistress. The checks are clearing so I ain’t askin’ no questions.”

Cal thought about that. It sort of made sense, but why would some countess from Europe be renovating an old house here? In its heyday, the house had been something of a showpiece here in the small town, but now it was almost becoming a bit of an eyesore. And the money it would take to bring it back to its former glory would easily build a brand new house.

They went in and as Bill began to show him the work that needed to be done, he tried to concentrate on that. But in the back of his mind he could still see the pale skin and dark glasses of the mysterious woman and even now could almost feel her presence like some kind of telepathic aphrodisiac. Why he felt these strong feelings for someone he’d only briefly met and really hadn’t seen much of he couldn’t explain, but there was no denying the effect she was having on him.

Cal made a few notes and assured Bill it would be no trouble to complete the plumbing repairs by Sunday provided he could work whenever he needed to. Bill gave him a key and told him since they were on such a tight schedule, the client would allow them to work around the clock if necessary. He agreed to come back that evening and as he drove home, his thoughts were centered on returning to the decrepit old house and the mysterious young woman who occupied his mind.

 

Chapter 2

Cal set down his propane torch and used a damp rag to wipe the joint he’d just soldered in the copper pipe. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was almost midnight. He’d been working since seven and had replaced all the cast pipes in the downstairs bathroom with new copper lines. The new sink was also in place and he reached up to turn on the tap to check his work. Hot and cold both worked and he could see no leaks so he turned off the taps and began to gather up his tools. A noise behind him made him turn suddenly and he looked up to see Miss Clark standing just outside the bathroom door. Until that moment, he’d seen neither her nor her ‘mistress’ all evening. He let out a breath, startled by her silent approach and gave her a relieved smile.

“Oh, Miss Clark, I didn’t know you were there.”

She was holding a glass of red wine and had exchanged the business suit for a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a blouse. He saw that his instincts had been right on the money; she was indeed a very beautiful woman and he judged her to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her red lips and dark hair and eyes. It was plainly obvious she didn’t spend much time outside and if not for her almost jet black hair that cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and her equally dark eyes he might have taken her for an albino. She smiled at him as he put his tools in his toolbox and got to his feet.

“I’m terrible sorry, Mr Mooney. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She gave him a smile that was both friendly and disarming at the same time. “And please, call me Zoe.”

He returned the smile, his eyes drawn inexplicably to hers. They almost seemed to glow with an inner light and he found it very difficult to pull his gaze from them. “Then please call me Cal, ma’am.”

She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving his. He just stood there, unable to move or even speak for what felt like a long time. Finally, she spoke again, moving her eyes to where he’d been working. “Are you finished for the night?”

When she took her eyes from his, he managed to regain the power of speech. “Uh, yeah, I mean…there’s still a bit more to do, but I’ll be back in the morning to finish up.”

She nodded, licking her lips absently before looking back at him. “My mistress would like to meet you before you go. Would you mind?”

He hesitated, feeling a sudden wash of apprehension. What was it about her that made him so uneasy? He was never nervous around pretty women, yet something about her quiet but strong presence was turning him into an awkward adolescent. And what of her mistress? Was she some old Miss Haversham, living in her own little isolated world of past memories?

Zoe was waiting for an answer so he tried to shake it off and nodded, giving her what he hoped was a confident smile. “Of course not.”

She turned toward the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Just leave that here,” she said, pointing to his toolbox, “and follow me.”

He set down his tools, unable to pull his eyes from her slender curves, her ass looking so perfect in the faded jeans as she climbed each step. He followed her up the creaky stairs, the staircase dimly lit by sconces that were barely better than candles, giving the old house the feel of still existing in some time long past.

They topped the stairs to the second floor where a hallway stretched out to the left and right. The lighting here was the same as on the staircase, casting dim shadows along the faded carpet runners that ran the length of the hallway. Zoe led him down to the right and stopped at a closed door, tapping softly on it before opening it. He paused, uncertainty and apprehension filling his mind at the thought of meeting the reclusive owner. But Zoe smiled and beckoned to him.

“It’s all right, Cal. We’re night people so you aren’t disturbing us. Please, come in.”

His feet moved almost on their own volition at the sound of her voice and he found himself standing at the open door before he realized he’d even moved. Zoe held out an arm, ushering him in and he stepped in without giving it a second thought.

Surprisingly, the room didn’t match the rest of the upstairs, neither in décor or lighting. This was obviously one of the rooms Bill had completed for them to live in. The walls were freshly painted a soft beige with what appeared to be the original refinished wood trim painted a creamy white. There was a large bed against one wall flanked by two antique night tables with what looked like Tiffany lamps on them. Across the room was a short sofa and a in a matching chair sat a woman who didn’t look anything like what he’d pictured.

Instead of a shriveled up old lady waiting for death, he was confronted with another strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps in her early thirties. As she looked up at him from the book she was reading, he noted her eyes held him with the same kind of transfixing stare as Zoe’s, but hers felt much stronger. He found himself completely frozen in place, unable to move or speak. He was vaguely aware of Zoe closing the door then moving up next to him.

“Mr Cal Mooney, allow me to present the Countess Von Heigle.”

Cal stood there dumbly, uncertain of how to address royalty. As if reading his thoughts, the countess stood and walked over to him. She wore a black knee length dress that clung to her shapely body, two straps over her pale shoulders holding it up and low cut enough to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell straight to her shoulders, with heavy bangs falling almost to her eyes.

“There is no need to be so formal, Zoe. We are in America now.” She locked her dark eyes on his and smiled. “My name is Astrid, Mr Mooney. I would be pleased if you would address me as such.” Her voice had a lilting tone, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, and he could detect a very faint German accent, with only a slight veeing of her w’s. Otherwise, her English was perfect.

“Thank you ma’am…er, Astrid. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the table next to the chair. “Would you like a glass of wine, Mr Mooney? It is really a fine vintage, from my family’s own vineyard.”

Before he could reply, Zoe was beside him with a glass of the red wine, pressing it into his hand. He looked up and nodded. “Thank you. And please, call me Cal.”

Astrid smiled. “Cal. How…American sounding. I think I like it.” She took a sip from her glass and he also brought his glass to his lips. The wine was good, very sweet with earthy undertones.

She returned to her seat, crossing her long legs, and gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit and talk for a while, Cal. Tell me about yourself.”

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. It was a little unusual, to say the least, for a client to invite him to have a drink with her in her bedroom. After all, he was just a sub-contractor working on her house, and she was a countess. It all added to the strange setting and he found himself both drawn to them and more than a little wary at the same time. Something just felt wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Zoe came over and sat next to him on the sofa, leaning back comfortably and folding her legs under her. He looked at her, then back to Astrid. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I grew up here and my parents died when I was young so…”

He spilled out the short version of his life story and both women listened with what appeared to be interest, although he couldn’t understand why they would be. Compared to the life of a countess, his meager existence had to be boring, to say the least. When he finished, Astrid swallowed the last of her wine and Zoe automatically took her glass and Cal’s over to a makeshift bar next to the door to refill them.

“So you have no wife, no family?” Astrid asked, her eyes taking him in. Cal shook his head. “How sad. I too know what it is like to be alone.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not exactly alone. I have friends, and some of them I consider family.”

As he said that Zoe passed him and Astrid their refilled glasses, exchanging a serious look at his words, then once again resumed their genial demeanor.

“But you have no living blood relatives,” Zoe said, her eyes flitting to Astrid for a half second.

“No, I guess I’ll always be an orphan in that sense.”

He looked down at his refilled wine and for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared into the dark liquid. It seemed to be darker than before, thicker, almost like…blood.

“Do you ever wish you were part of a family?”

Astrid’s words caused him to look up, snapping him from his reverie. “Uh…well…sure. All the time, I suppose.”

She kept her eyes on his for what felt like an eternity then moved her gaze to Zoe. He looked back down at his glass and now it looked like the same wine he’d had before. This was going from weird to downright freaky. His mind was screaming at him to get out of there, but he found himself unable to move.

He sensed movement and when he looked back up, Zoe was leaning in closer, her hand stretching out to lift his glass to his lips. “Drink, Cal.” He felt the glass pressing against his lips and while his mind was fully aware of what was happening, he was powerless to control his body. His eyes locked onto the dark liquid, which was once again thick, clinging to the sides of the glass. As it passed over his lips and tongue, it was no longer the sweet tasting wine, but warm and salty, coating his mouth. His mind screamed in terror - it was blood!

For some reason, his stomach didn’t revolt at the warm, thick substance, although he didn’t know why. He wanted to gag, to vomit the warm coppery tasting fluid up and out. But instead, he swallowed it all and when the glass was lowered, he just sat there staring straight ahead, his mind suddenly feeling as out of control as his body. He was aware of Astrid’s haunting eyes, now glowing with an eerie greenish light and her full red lips almost touching his.

“Tonight your dream will come true, Cal. You will become part of our family.”

He looked up at her with heavily hooded eyes. Her face was there, grinning and eyes burning as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw was something that couldn’t be; something just too unbelievable - her incisors seemed to have grown…into fangs.

 

Chapter 3

 

Cal awoke with a throbbing headache in a room only partially lit by a dim lamp on a table. Actually, ‘came to’ would be a more accurate term. He felt like he’d been on a week-long bender and as he forced himself to sit up on the bed, his stomach lurched and he had to lie back down to keep from vomiting.

He lay back and took deep breaths until his stomach settled down, trying to piece together what had happened. His memory was clouded, as if coming off a huge drunk but something didn’t fit. He wasn’t out drinking…he was…what? Working, that was it. Bill asked him to help on a job at…where?

Suddenly, a vision of Zoe and Astrid filled his mind, as real as if they were there in the room with him. Of course, the two clients! He’d been talking with them and drinking wine, but how much did he have? ‘Damn it, man,’ he said to himself, ‘you have to learn to control yourself around pretty women!’

He decided to try sitting up again, but this time took it slower and found he was able to control his rebellious stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, then stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains aside, but realized that the long curtains were an illusion and the window was nothing more than a small casement window high in the stone cellar wall and long since boarded over. So he was still at the house. When did he go down to the cellar?

As he turned to survey the room, his stomach turned again and he knew this time there was no stopping it. He spotted a door on the other side and made for it. To his relief, it was a bathroom and he somehow managed to make it to the toilet before he spewed an almost liquid red substance into the bowl. Fucking wine.

He felt a little better afterward and cleaned up in the sink before going back out into the room. He jumped when he saw Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and bared the delicate skin of her shoulders. She smiled at him and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He felt his face redden and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, uh…sorry…I don’t know what…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s to be expected. Don’t give it a second thought.”

He was examining her sexy body in the short dress and only half-listening to her, but he picked up on her easy dismissal of his hang-over and thought it was a little odd for a client to be so understanding about an employee who gets so drunk he can’t even remember how he got here. Actually, he could only remember having one glass of wine - maybe two. Could they have drugged him?

She went to the door and opened it. “I know you are confused, Cal. My mistress will explain everything. Please…” She stepped aside and gestured toward the open door.

Cal sighed and reluctantly went out the door then followed Zoe down a corridor to another room. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about fixing up rooms down here. And the room he’d woken up in, while not run down, wasn’t as nice as the one he’d met Astrid in last night. Why would they be staying down here in the damp cellar when they had the newly renovated rooms upstairs?

Zoe pushed open a door and indicated with a smile and a gesture for him to enter. He stepped in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloomy room that appeared to only be lit by a few candles.

“Cal.”

He saw Astrid rise from a chair and come toward him. She was dressed in a long flowing black gown that hid her feet and she almost seemed to glide across the floor. “I trust you are feeling better.”

He nodded, looking around the strange room. It was filled with heavy antique furniture covered in a red velvet type cloth. The walls were the stone foundation and were bare of any decoration. The room was large, taking up almost half of the cellar and he couldn’t quite make out everything in the dim shadows and dark corners.

Zoe appeared next to him like a ghost and pressed a goblet of dark liquid into his hand.

“Drink,” Astrid said, nodding to the cup. “It will help.”

Cal looked down at the dark liquid, almost black in the dim light. One thing he didn’t need right now was more alcohol. He started to set it down on a small table but Zoe stopped him.

He gave her a faint smile. “Really, more wine is the last thing I need right now. What happened last night anyway? I can’t remember a thing.”

Astrid smiled and moved closer. “You must trust me, Cal. You need this. You need this to live.”

He stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman. “Pardon me?”

She reached out and touched his neck. A stinging pain flared up where her fingers touched his skin and he pulled away, wincing and reaching up to his neck.

“Ow, hey! What did you do to me?” He pulled his hand away and saw faint traces of blood on his fingers. Astrid turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She looked up at him and even in the dim light her eyes seemed to glow and entrance his.

“You said you had no family, and that you would like to be a part of a family. Is that not so?”

He tried to think back and did vaguely recall a conversation about that. He dabbed at his wounded neck. “Well, yeah, I guess every orphan feels that way. So what?” He was trying to remain civil throughout this weird encounter, but the cut on his neck was pissing him off. What the hell was up with these two crazy bitches?

Astrid smiled and he saw Zoe move over and lean against a small table next to the door. As if to prevent him from leaving, he thought. But that was crazy. There was no way these two women could stop him if he decided to leave, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Mr Mooney. You might just get it,” Astrid said, her eyes meeting his and seeming to freeze him in place. He found himself unable to move or speak. She took a sip from her own glass and continued.

“Our family,” she began, nodding to Zoe, “is a very ancient and proud line. And unlike most families, when we invite an outsider in, they become a true blood relative.” She looked up at him, her eyes burning into his. “And we have invited you, Mr Mooney.”

Cal felt the heavy weight that seemed to freeze him in place lift somewhat and he was once again able to move. He looked over at Zoe, who was watching him intently, her fingers twisting the thin shoulder strap of her dress while her other hand held a goblet. She smiled at him and took a sip from it, her lips glistening as she lowered her cup. He forced himself to turn away from her almost hypnotic stare and back to Astrid, whose eyes were equally haunting.

“You…invited me?” he asked, his still foggy mind trying to make some sense out of what she was telling him.

Astrid stood and came over to him again, reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. This time, he pulled back and placed his hand over the stinging cut. She pulled her hand back and shook her head. “Mr Mooney…Cal…please understand. We do not wish to harm you. On the contrary, what we are offering is a gift, a gift many people would pay a king’s ransom to have.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You want to give me something?”

Zoe stood and walked over to stand next to him. Her closeness was working like an aphrodisiac on his muddled brain, especially with the sexy dress and sultry demeanor. She moved in closer and before he realized what she was doing, her lips pressed against his neck. But she didn’t kiss him, well, not really. Instead, her mouth closed over the cut and she began to suck on it. Once again, he found he was paralyzed and could only stand there while the beautiful woman gave him what he could only describe as a hickey. Then he felt her soft tongue licking him and a moment later her lips were removed from his neck and he could move again.

He reached his hand back up to where the cut had been and turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She simply sipped on her drink and gave him that mysterious smile. When his fingers touched where the cut was, he found nothing. Only smooth, unbroken skin.

“What the…?” He searched his neck, but could find no cuts. Zoe moved over next to Astrid and he began to feel an inexplicable fear growing in his tortured stomach. He took a hesitant step backward, away from these freaky chicks and closer to the door.

“Mr Mooney, there is nothing to fear. As I said, we do not wish to harm you.” As she spoke, she reached down and untied a cloth belt that held her gown closed. At the same time, Zoe pushed one, then the other spaghetti strap from her pale shoulders and took a step forward. “As a matter of fact, we wish to make you feel…very comfortable.” She parted the front of her gown to reveal the pale skin of her full cleavage.

Cal’s eyes moved back and forth, from one hauntingly beautiful woman to the other. Was this what they meant by a ‘gift’? Slip him something to make him pass out and by way of apology - or perhaps design - offer to have a threesome with him? Well, ok, he knew no matter how much they pissed him off he wasn’t going to say no to that!

But what about the cut that mysteriously healed? That was no illusion. There had definitely been a cut on his neck earlier and after Zoe, well, sucked on it, it vanished like it had never been there. How could they explain that?

Zoe had by now slipped off the short black dress to reveal a lacy black teddy under it and he felt his cock leap into action at the sight of her sexy body in the erotic lingerie. Astrid had completely opened the front of her gown from neckline to floor and while her breasts were still covered, he could get a very good view of her equally sexy body, naked except for a very tiny black thong. Black appeared to be the fashion in this ‘family’.

Astrid spoke again as she moved closer, her slender hand slipping under the lapel of her gown and moving it aside enough to reveal one of her milky breasts. “Do you like what you see, Cal?”

He swallowed hard as the two women moved to either side of him and he felt his resolve quickly disappearing as their hands began to caress him. He nodded mutely, watching as Zoe spread her legs and slid one hand between them, sucking in a deep breath as her fingers rubbed her pussy over the silky lingerie. Astrid rubbed up against him, baring both breasts before shrugging off the gown and stepping out of it, now wearing only the black thong.

Her breasts were perfect, her skin smooth and without a single blemish. Her dark areolae stood out in stark contrast to her almost milky white skin and he could see the arousal of her erect nipples as her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She licked her ruby lips and met his eyes.

“Will you accept our gift, Cal?”

Zoe came up behind Astrid and reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them and leaning in to kiss her shoulders. Cal watched the two half-naked women and nodded, mesmerized by their erotic performance.

“You must speak the words, Cal, or we cannot give it to you.”

He nodded again, his mouth dry. “Y...yes.”

They exchanged a look then Zoe began unbuttoning her teddy. Astrid took his hand and pressed it to her breast. He was surprised to find her skin cool to the touch.

“Yes… what? You must be very specific, Cal. Do you accept our gift?”

“Yes, yes I will accept your gift,” he said in an almost monotone. His attention was focused not on what they were saying, but on what they were doing. And like any man, he would have agreed to sell them his soul at that point for the promise to bed the two sexy women. If he’d only realized how close to the truth that was.

 

Chapter 4

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look as Cal agreed to their request. Zoe knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants while Astrid moved in closer. Her breath was warm on his face and she spoke in a husky whisper.

“We will make this night one you will remember for all eternity,” she breathed, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips met his and her tongue pushed into his mouth forcefully, her lips sucking on his tongue hungrily.

By this point, he became aware that Zoe had his pants down around his ankles and was tugging his boxers down. His cock immediately began to increase from semi-hard to a full-on hardon as it was exposed and her hands began to caress up his thighs. Astrid continued her passionate kiss, her arms going around his neck and holding his head in place.

He let out a gasp when he felt a warm breath on his highly aroused cock, then moaned into Astrid’s mouth when Zoe’s lips pressed against the sensitive head before parting and taking nearly half of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Astrid pulled her lips from his and they both looked down at the sexy woman in her black teddy sucking contentedly on his rock-hard member. Astrid looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

“Fellatio is only one of Zoe’s many talents, Cal. Don’t you agree she is very good?”

He pulled his eyes from Zoe and met Astrid’s glowing eyes. He nodded mutely as she expertly worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. He’d often dated girls who seemed to have a flair for giving head, but none had the enthusiasm and voracity that Zoe was now exhibiting. He was usually able to control himself during head, not cumming unless the girl wanted him to. But with Zoe, he found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm after only a few minutes. Astrid continued to leave little kisses on his cheeks as she watched both him and Zoe.

When his breathing became halting and his eyes closed, Astrid’s kisses moved down to his neck. He felt his balls contract and he wanted to warn Zoe he was going to cum, but was unable to speak. Astrid’s kisses became little teasing nibbles as his climax neared. Zoe seemed to sense it and began to suck harder and faster, as if encouraging him to cum.

In a few seconds, he felt his cock swell in her mouth and cried out as he exploded, sending what felt like a water cannon of cum down her throat. At the same time, he felt Astrid’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming and he heard himself screaming in his head as his vision faded and everything went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the bed, completely naked. The room was dark, lit only by two candles on tables at both sides of the bed. He tried to sit up, but found his arms were tied to the headboard. He tugged at his feet only to find they were also bound.

“Please lie still, Cal. This is for your own good and it is only temporary.” From out of the darkness a figure emerged and he saw it was Zoe, still wearing the black teddy. She smiled down at him almost lovingly.

“What the fuck…?” Cal grunted, once again attempting to free himself. Zoe came over and sat on the bed next to him, a full wine glass in her delicate hands. He looked up at her. “Why am I tied up?”

She shook her head and allowed a long fingernail to trace along his chest and down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh. Instantly, he felt it twitch and begin to grow again. She moved her finger back up across his chest and along his neck until he felt her touch on a very tender spot. He winced and jerked his head aside.

“Ow, fuck!”

She smiled sadly, set the wine glass on the night table, then leaned in to kiss him. Feeling more than a little put off by this weird behavior, he turned his head away. Zoe paused, then quickly moved in and pressed her soft lips against the sore area on his neck, once again sucking on it as the tip of her tongue rolled and teased his torn flesh. She kept this up for almost a full minute and when she pulled away, the stinging pain was again gone and he somehow knew there would be no trace of a wound. He stared up at her as she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked her, once again straining at the ropes holding him down.

A voice came from somewhere in the gloom beyond the candle light. “I apologize for the restraints, Cal.” Astrid glided into view at the foot of the bed. “But I can assure you they are very necessary.”

He peered down at her. She’d put her robe back on, but hadn’t bothered to tie it and her beautiful body was plainly visible. Something in her eyes seemed to take all his resolve away and he flopped his head back to the pillow. “I…I don’t understand…” he mumbled.

Astrid came over and sat down on the other side of him. “I will explain it to you now that the first steps are complete.” He looked up at her, his brow knitted as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. Zoe reached up and picked up the wine glass she’d set on the night table. As Astrid began to speak again, he noted that it appeared to be not wine, but blood.

“As I told you earlier, we are a very ancient and noble family. You are now a part of that family, Cal. You are now bound to us in a way that may seem remarkable and even unbelievable.” She took the glass from Zoe and smiled down at him. “After tonight, you will begin the transformation. It will not be immediate, but it will happen. No one can stop it now.”

He stared at her, then over to Zoe. His eyes paused on the glass of thick red liquid Astrid was swirling in the goblet before going inexplicably back to hers. “T…transformation?” He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Astrid nodded.

“Yes, my child. You asked for this gift, and we have given it to you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to the goblet she held. “I…I don’t understand. What gift?” He suddenly flashed back to when there’d been something besides wine in the goblet. He remembered the sickly sweet and salty taste and how it clung to his throat as he swallowed it. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

She smiled at him. “Why, to make you a part of our family, of course. And all the benefits that come with it.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet now. Something inside him hungered for the thick, warm substance. “Benefits?”

She leaned in closer. “Oh, yes. Immortality, for one.”

This got his attention and he peeled his eyes from the mesmerizing dark liquid, staring up at her in shock. She nodded.

“Yes, Cal, we are immortal. I am exactly five hundred and fifty-two years old.” As he continued to gawk at her, she gestured to Zoe. “Zoe is still a child. I turned her seventy-three years ago. Only in another hundred years will she begin to fully understand her powers.”

He looked over at the sexy young woman and Zoe nodded at him. “She speaks the truth, Cal. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I haven’t aged a day in those seventy-three years.”

He exchanged an astonished look between them, his mouth open in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you two are …vampires?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that is what we have been labeled as. But we are not the evil creatures of books and movies.” She gestured toward Zoe. “As you can see, we can be very enticing.”

Zoe grinned and let her hand glide over his bare chest. He sighed involuntarily at her sensual touch then looked back over at Astrid. “But you drink blood?”

She nodded. “We do, but we do not always need to kill to feed.” She noticed his eyes following the goblet. “You see, even now you crave it. Do you feel it?”

As strange as it felt, he had to nod his head. He did crave it, like no hunger he’d ever felt before. If he weren’t tied to the bed, he would have already taken the goblet from her and drained it.

Astrid looked over at Zoe, who reached down and lifted Cal’s head. Astrid brought the goblet to his lips.

“Then drink, my child.” As soon as the warm liquid touched his lips, he began to gulp it down. Astrid tilted the goblet higher until he’d drank it all, then Zoe lay his head back down. His tongue licked across his lips, trying to get every drop. The glass sated his hunger somewhat, but he wanted more.

“More!” he gasped as he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He suddenly felt a rush of strength as the life-giving liquid seemed to surge through him. He pulled at the ropes, his eyes wild. “I want more!”

Astrid shook her head. “No, not now. Too much at first will make you mad. You must start off slow and allow your body time to adjust. You will be going through some great changes in the next day or so and it will not be easy on you. Until your body has adapted, you must remain here like this, for your own safety.”

Zoe touched his arm and he swung his head to her. She smiled, not at all fazed by his suddenly aggressive demeanor. “We will be here to help you through it, Cal. Do not be afraid.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips feeling cool on his hot skin. “Then we can all have some more fun together!” She reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis, giving it a few good strokes.

Cal felt his blood heat at her touch and his entire body tensed as her hand pumped his incredibly hard cock. He grunted and jerked his hips, urging her to continue her hand job. She did and he felt his cum rising almost immediately, as if he needed to release or explode. He’d never felt such an intense sensation of sexual pleasure, and this was only from a hand job!

Vaguely, he heard Astrid’s voice again. “Another benefit is increased sexual feelings. You will experience orgasms many times the intensity of mortals. I can see it is starting already.”

He felt a sudden rush and his back arched off the bed, crying out as he ejaculated what felt like a fire hose of cum gushing from his aching balls. It shot nearly two feet straight up before arcing down and splashing on his chest. Zoe’s hand continued to pump him and he watched as an unfathomable amount of hot jism was expelled from his cock. His entire body shuddered and shook under the force of the orgasm until he collapsed gasping onto the bed, his body going limp.

Zoe got up and returned a moment later with a towel and began to clean the cum from his chest and stomach. Amazingly, his cock remained hard and he was still horny! More than anything he wanted to fuck both of these freaky chicks until he was finally satisfied, although from the way he felt right now he wondered if that could ever happen.

Astrid lay a cool hand on his forehead. “Sleep now, Cal. We will be here to watch over you. Do not be afraid.”

He heard her speaking, but it was as if she were moving farther and farther away, her voice fading. Her words and touch seemed to have a soothing effect his over-charged body and he began to relax. His eyelids became heavy, drooping until he was unable to hold them open any longer. He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with strange and often terrifying images.

 

Chapter 5

For the next two days, Cal drifted in and out of consciousness. Whenever he was awake, Astrid or Zoe would be there with another goblet of the life-giving blood, which he guzzled hungrily before once again lapsing into a fitful sleep. Whenever he was lucid, he was hornier than he could ever remember being and Zoe was always happy to help him with a pressure-relieving hand job. He begged her to straddle him and let him fuck her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my darling. It is too soon. You must be patient. Remember, we will have an eternity to pleasure one another.”

Eventually, he found his sexual desires becoming less urgent until he was finally able to talk to them without needing to be satisfied first. Astrid told him he was adjusting very well and that his restraints could come off in a few hours.

“H…how long?” he panted, his matted hair clinging to his sweaty scalp.

Zoe looked down at him. “Just a few more hours, my love.”

He shook his head. “No, no…I mean, how long have I been here?”

Astrid spoke up. “Three days.”

As his foggy brain processed that information, his eyes suddenly flew open. “Shit!” He looked up at her. “I need to call work!”

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look, then Astrid sat down next to him. “Cal, perhaps you don’t fully understand what has happened here.” He gave her a questioning look. “You can’t go back to your old life. People will know there is something different about you.”

“How so?”

She smiled sadly and patted his chest. “Well, for one, you won’t be able to spend any time in the sun. It won’t be too noticeable at first, you’ll just find that you sunburn very quickly. But after a few months, the sun on your skin will become unbearable and you’ll have to cover up and use strong sunscreen. Eventually even that will not be enough and you’ll have to avoid daylight altogether. That takes up to two hundred years, though. So enjoy the daylight while you still can.”

“Another problem is aging. Your friends will all grow old but you will never age another day. Again, this is not something that will become apparent immediately, but it must be considered.”

Cal listened, still trying to come to terms with all of this. Despite all he’d been through, he still found the idea that vampires existed to be a little far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that he may be one.

“So, what do I do? Move away?”

Astrid nodded. “That is the usual method. We must constantly relocate and change our identities. That is partly why I bought this house. I find it convenient to have domiciles scattered all around the world.”

Zoe brought another goblet of blood to his lips and helped him drink it. He lay back and enjoyed the warm feeling as it reached every corner of his body. This was all too much; too hard to swallow. Yet, there was no denying the way his body craved human blood and the calming effect it had on him.

“Now, sleep again and when you awake, we will remove the bindings and begin your training,” Astrid said, her cool hand once again falling across his eyes. He drifted off once again.

Chapter 6

The first thing that broke trough the nightmarish dreams was the pounding. It had a familiar ring to it - some link to his life that in the semi-conscious state before awakening was comforting. As he slowly emerged from his deep sleep, his mind slowly recognized the sounds as those of a construction site and he slowly opened his eyes. But instead of the usual daylight his mind associated with those sounds, he found he was still in the gloomy candlelit darkness of the basement. He groaned and brought a hand to his face, then suddenly realized that he could touch his face. He pushed himself to a semi-upright position and focused his eyes on his naked body. It was true, his arms and legs were no longer tied to the four corners of the big bed.

On one corner of the bed, near his feet, lay his clothes. He groggily pushed himself to a sitting position and felt a wave of nauseating dizziness sweep through him. He paused there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands until it passed, then slowly looked back up. He couldn’t quite make out the far corners of the room in the gloomy darkness, but he knew he was alone. He reached out for his shorts and stood up on shaky legs to pull them on. He was weak, but the nausea had passed, although his head still throbbed slightly.

Before he put any more clothes on, he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself and shuffled over to the bathroom he’d discovered earlier. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, but the need to empty his aching bladder was becoming more urgent by the second. As he stood over the toilet, he noticed a shower stall and neatly folded towels. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and was alarmed at the sight. His greasy hair was plastered to his scalp where it wasn’t sticking up at odd angles and his face looked like death warmed over. He finished up and sniffed at his pits, grimacing at the strong odor of b.o.

“Whew!” he breathed, glancing again at the towel and shower. He moved the curtain aside and saw a fresh cake of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. It looked like his hostesses had prepared it for him and even if they hadn’t, fuck them. They were the ones who were keeping a virtual prisoner here in their little dungeon.

He turned on the water and made sure the temperature was right, then slipped his shorts off and stepped in. The spray hit his face like little pellets, stinging his skin, but it felt good and he quickly lathered up and rinsed off. He stood under the water for a few minutes afterward, just letting the hot water permeate his skin and relieve his tired muscles. Why did he feel so exhausted, anyway? He’d done nothing but sleep for what, three days? He was certain that’s what they’d said before his last little nap.

He turned off the water and dried off, then pulled his shorts back on. As he reached down to open the door, he instinctively knew someone was waiting for him in the bedroom. He could smell the faint aroma of a woman’s perfume, her flowery scented shampoo, and the arousing scent of her womanhood over all of it. He felt his cock begin to harden at the smell and he pulled the door open to see Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with very intense eyes.

“Good morning, Cal,” she said, rising from the bed. She was wearing a tight gray skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a loose white blouse. Her long hair was swept back over one shoulder and her feet were perched in a pair of heels that made her legs look amazing long and tantalizing. In here hand she held another goblet of blood, and he was torn between his lust for her and his need for the warm strength the blood would provide. She took a step toward him, her dark eyes never leaving his and emitting a faint white glow in the semi-darkness. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of her. He felt his cock growing even harder and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes glanced down at the now prominent tent in his shorts and then back to his.

“I can see that you are feeling…” She paused, her tongue moistening her ruby lips, “…better.” Once again she looked down at his crotch, then slowly came over to him. Her scent was stronger now, almost overpowering, and he had to physically reign in the urge to rip off her clothes, throw her onto the bed and ravage her mercilessly. She gave him an almost knowing smile and held out the glass of blood to him. “Drink, my love.”

He grabbed the stem of the delicate glass and brought it to his lips without hesitating, downing the warm fluid in one long gulp. He lowered the empty glass and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind once again honed in on her.

“I can see that your senses have been heightened. Your desire for me is almost palpable.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. “This is one of the effects of your new being. Eventually, you will be able to better control your sexual urges.” He was listening to her, but his eyes were on her fingers as she undid each button to reveal more of her milky white cleavage. “Until then, Astrid and I are here for you. You may take out your desires on us as often as you need to until you are ready to move on to the next phase.” She undid the final button and her blouse fell open, revealing the lacy white bra that supported the heaving mounds of her breasts. She reached up and lifted his chin, pulling his eyes from her chest. Her eyes bore into his with a look he could only describe as ‘fuck me eyes’ and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me now, Cal?”

He felt himself nodding and dropped the glass, vaguely aware of it smashing on the concrete floor as he reached out to grasp her slender white waist under her open blouse. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch and he felt his cock straining as it never had before. She gave him an impish grin and reached for the button of her skirt. As it fell to the floor around her stiletto clad ankles, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Then take me! Now!”

He needed no further encouragement and pushed her backward until she fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor and her blouse flung open. Her panties were the same white lacy variety as her bra and he grasped them and literally ripped them from her body, his eyes wild with lust. She lay there watching him, his animalistic advances seeming to further enhance the wild look in her eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, his cock bobbing over her. He’d never felt like this before; so hard, so needing to feel it inside her cunt as if it were necessary for his very survival.

He reached down and grabbed her bra between her breasts and ripped it free, throwing it aside. For a brief moment their eyes met, as if they were two wild animals in heat. Then Cal grabbed her legs and thrust them up, pushing them back so that his cock could access her hot pussy. He found her opening and thrust inside her completely in one swift motion, her warmth engulfing him and only serving to increase his lust. He cried out, his eyes meeting hers, then dropping to her exposed breasts as he pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned and grabbed at the sheets, arching her back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moving faster now, gripping her legs and pushing them farther apart in an effort to go even deeper into her steamy depths.

She was moaning non-stop, occasionally muttering words like, “yes”, “fuck me!” and “harder!” This only encouraged him to increase his already violent fucking until he was almost lifting her small body off the bed when he slammed home. Some small part of his mind told him to stop, that he must be hurting her, but the new Cal - the one she had a part in awakening - wasn’t about to let up until he deposited his seed deep inside her.

The room grew quiet except for their muted grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together. Every once in a while, Zoe would mutter something nearly unintelligible as his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole.

Finally, she locked her eyes on his and gnashed her teeth at him, her eyes even wilder. Her teeth were different now; her incisors had grown into long, sharp fangs and she hissed at him.

“Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum!” she screamed at him, spittle flying from those horrendous teeth.

He increased his hammering, throwing his head back and pulling her long legs even higher so that her ass was no longer touched the bed. She began to wail, low at first, then changing into what could only be described as a shriek as her cunt tightened around his steel-like shaft and he felt her juices flowing as she came.

It took more force, but he continued to hammer away at her even tighter pussy, her eyes wild and body twisting as she came non-stop for what felt like a long time. He felt his own orgasm building and began to slam home even harder. She seemed to sense his impending release and glared up at him, her body still tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

“Come on, let me have it, you animal!” she spat, those ferocious teeth bared.

He snarled at her and felt something poking into his lips. He tasted blood. But before he could give it any more thought, he felt his balls contract and thrust deep into her. He threw his head back and let out a snarl that turned into a loud howl, almost wolf-like as he felt his cum surging from his cock into her clenching pussy. She screamed again and he felt her legs squeezing his neck as load after load of his seed was pumped into her.

They remained like that until he finally stopped cumming and gradually released his tight grip on her legs. She lowered them back to the floor but they remained joined, each panting as the fire inside them slowly eased. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, her teeth still looking like something from a vampire movie.

“Y…your teeth,” he panted.

Her grin widened. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

He caught onto her insinuation and reached a hand up to his mouth. He felt a sudden rise of panicked fear as his fingers traced around his own teeth, his four incisors now about an inch long and very sharp. He looked down at her, the fear very evident in his eyes. She smiled at him and shifted on his still rock-hard cock buried in her dripping pussy.

“Don’t worry, Cal. They will recede again. They only appear when you are very excited, such as having very violent sex or when feeding.” Her smile turned a little sad. “The unfortunate side to immortality is that your life will now be filled with violence.” Then she perked up a little when she saw the shocked expression on his face. “But it does have its advantages, too.” She picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her sweaty face. “You are a very forceful lover, Cal. And that is something I very much enjoy.”

He thought about what she’d said and looked down at his still hard cock in her pussy. White cum oozed around it and dripped down to the bed. As he stared at the results of their vicious love-making, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the alien fangs. As he touched the tip of his tongue to one of them, it changed, becoming more blunt and seemed to recede into his jaw until it had resumed its previous size and shape. He stared open-mouthed down at Zoe, who smiled up at him, her own teeth once again back to normal.

“I know, it freaked me out the first time it happened, too,” she said, reaching up for him with both arms. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs, his hard cock still deep inside her. “All I can tell you is that it will get easier.” She kissed him, softly and tenderly and he returned her kiss with the same loving affection. She pulled her lips from his and adjusted her hips under him.

“Now,” she breathed, gently rolling her pelvis under hip. “…that you’ve fucked me, I want you to make love to me.” She kissed him again, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed upwards against his groin. Cal moaned into her mouth and began to move inside her, slowly this time. She gasped as he pulled back and re-entered, her pussy slick with their combined juices. Their bodies moved in a gentle rhythm, the thick slurping sounds of their coupling the only sound in the room.

After a few minutes, Zoe brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back, the heels of her shoes scraping against his skin. She began to move a little faster and he followed suit. While before had been crude, rough, and forceful, this was tender and loving. Their bodies moved together as one and their panting breath became faster as they both moved toward mutual orgasms. When Cal finally felt himself about to release, his senses were fully alert to Zoe’s responses. He could feel every beat of her heart; the heat of her blood, and could even feel her climax approaching as if her body was somehow transmitting the sensations to his.

When he could hold out no longer, he buried his cock deep inside her and they both cried out together as their bodies were gripped by powerful orgasms. The world around him seemed to fade until only the two of them remained - locked together for eternity in a sensual embrace like none he’d ever experienced before. As they lay there, their blood cooling as their sexual needs were temporarily sated, he considered the possibility of an eternity of making love to these two beautiful women and smiled to himself. Could it really be this easy? Something told him there was a very dark side to this evolution; something even darker than they’d let on.

But whatever life had in store for him now was out of his hands. The change had begun and there was no way to stop it. All he knew for certain was the strong pull of the lust…the lust for sex….and blood

Changes part 1

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How I would describe my life now, wonderful I would say. I don’t miss of anything, money, power, popularity and women. I got everything that a man would dream of. That’s right, if I want something, it’s given to me right now, even today, people who knew from before ask me how did it all happen, what is the secret to my transformation, I simply tell them “I just be myself”, it leaves my friends confused and sometimes, I think that they don’t even deserve hanging out with me….Why would I say that, simply, before all this fun, I was the donkey of the group, the one you would never want to be like, and I’m not kidding either. Why, maybe it’s best if I tell u how I went from loser to idol.

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I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

Magic Cock

Liger on Supernatural Stories

Magic Cock

    Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, don't claim this work as your own, put it wherever the hell you like. Story is a work of fiction and did not actually happen, etc.

    It all started while I was killing time with my friends, checking out this new antiques shop. They were looking for some kind of Moroccan thing to use as a fancy bong. While they were checking out the merchandise, I stood around the front window, idly lifting lids on jars and whatnot. Some of the stuff they had looked pretty sweet, no lie.
    One thing in particular caught my eye; it was one of those old Aladdin-style oil lamps, and the sign said "Do Not Touch." The shopkeeper was busy haggling with my buddies over their chosen bong-to-be, so I figure
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d it would be okay to check it out. I lifted the lid, and a huge dust cloud rushed out and caught me full in the face. I remembered coughing and falling, and then the world went black.
    When I came to, my freinds and the old crazy shopkeeper were standing over me. They asked if I was alright, and as soon as I could stand, the old guy rushed us out of the shop. We left with the new bong in tow, and me with a pretty nasty headache. They dropped me off at home, threw out a couple of "Hope you're okay"s and drove off to play with their new weed-toy.
    I stumbled up to my room, still feeling woozy, and chanced a glance in the mirror. Now, to tell you a bit about myself, I'm 17 years old, 5'10, Caucasian male with dirty blond hair. I am NOT an Arabic-looking, 5'6 fat guy with dark black hair and a giant goatee. So when I saw such a face looking back from my mirror, I was understandably surprised. Especially when it said "Hello"
    "Karl, do not panic," said the fat Arab face. "You are not dreaming. This is not a hallucination." I was disinclined to believe him. "I am the genie you have freed from the lamp," he continued.
    Regardless of whether or not you're dreaming, you never pass up a chance to use a genie. NEVER. Seriously, if you can get even ONE wish, it's worth it. With this rule in mind, I decided to believe him.
    "Okay," I said, "so do I get three wishes then?"
    "Nope," the genie replied. "But since you freed me, I am bound to provide you a service."
    I was getting skeptical again. "Like what?"
    "Well," said the genie, stepping out from the mirror, "while you were unconscious, I scanned through your mind. You're not having a very satisfying sex life, are you?" I shook my head. "Well, I've got just the thing to improve your mood permanently: A magic that will give you complete control over your sexual organs."
    "Will it hurt?" I asked nervously. The genie shook his turbaned head. "How does it work?"
    "Well, to put it into mortal terms, I cast the spell, and then you can control your penis by concentrating. It will respond to your thoughts."
    Good enough. "Do it."
    The genie smiled. "It's done! Enjoy your new sex life!" He vanished.
    Well, I didn't really feel different, so I decided it was just a hallucination and went to shower before the school dance. There were some cute girls who were going to be there, and magic dick or not, I was hoping to pick up tonight.
    At the dance, I spend some time with my toked-up buddies before moving towards the center floor, where all the action was. I started dancing with this younger chick named Moira: small, say, 5'1, and junior petite, with large A-cups and the tightest ass around. We start by dancing pretty loosely, but before long she's grinding her ass against me as I massage her tiny tits. That's when it happened.
    The General was arriving on the battlefield, and it felt like he'd brought some reinforcements! I knew she was feeling the size of this monstrous hard-on I suddenly had, because she spun around, dragged my head down to her and plunged her tongue into my mouth before backing off and whispering into my ear, "My house after the dance. My parents are out of town. I want," here she grabbed my crotch, "BOTH of you to come." She scribbled her address on a piece of tissue with a lipstick and with an extremely alluring smile, she danced back into the throng of people.
    I went to the men's room to check out my endowment, which had apparently grown by two inches and added a good deal of girth. Whoa. Awesome, I was thinking, but I wanted to save it for later. Almost immediately, it went limp. Then, weirdly enough, it started to shrink! I'm talking half-size, complete retraction kind of shrink. In the past, I'd always been a shower, not a grower, so this was a complete surprise. I wondered again just how big it was when erect, and it went stiff and immediately started growing again. After it got to about nine inches, I was thinking, hey, that's big enough for anyone! It stopped growing at exactly that moment.
    I shrank it back down and headed out to kill ime for the rest of the dance. At the end, I grabbed my coat, jumped in my car and drove to the address Moira had written down. She opened the door, still dressed in her black spaghetti-strap and tight jeans.
    I didn't even manage to get my coat all the way off before she'd pulled me down and started making out with me, dragging me in some direction as she did. We started stumbling on some stairs, and she broke our tongue-locking so we could navigate without any damage to ourselves. Once upstairs, she practically dragged me into her bedroom - not to say I wasn't eager, but I think she had me beat!
    "Oh, you're gonna feel SO much better than those grade ten...boys," she purred, slowly unzipping the front of my jeans. I pulled her on top of me on the bed, and peeled the straps off her shoulders, revealing fine bones and milky white skin. She wasn't wearing a bra. She looked at me with those almond shaped eyes again, then planted her mouth squarely on mine as she worked my belt. I reversed direction and started shimmying the revealing shirt up her torso, feeling along as I did so. God, she was so tiny, my hands covered most of her sides.
    I exposed her flat stomach and kept going until the bottoms of her small tits came into view. She was busy pulling off my pants, so I took a moment just to cup her half-nude breasts and admire the view. I tell you, this is the kind of style girls SHOULD wear; with their tits threatening to fall out the bottom every second. I finally finished the job, revealing dime-sized areolas and perfect globe tits. I pulled her forward on myself so I could suck on them. She pulled away and stripped off her jeans, wiggling her hot little ass out of them and revealing a black lacy thong. I kicked off my jeans and let her pull down the top of my boxers, revealing my now-erect cock, standing pretty damn long and decently thick. She moaned in anticipation.
    Settling herself over top of me, she pulled the crotch of her thong to the side, giving me a brief glimpse of unshaven pink pussy before she spiked herself on my shaft. Her size made her really tight, as did the size of my new tool. Oh, she felt like she was milking it for all it was worth simply by rocking back and forth on it. She was moving slowly, moaning my name with each big thrust. I reached up and fondled her sides, her slim white calves and those tiny tits, pulling her down by the nipples to suck on one. She started moaning much louder, and felt like she was doing little tiny jerks on the head of my cock. Seriously, this chick was sending me into sensory overload!
    I closed my eyes in bliss and let it continue, grasping any body part I could touch. She felt tighter and tighter on my cock, or at least all of it that she could take. She wasn't anywhere near to taking it to the hilt. But it felt so GOOD.
    Or did it? She was actually starting to get painfully tight, as her moaning increased even further in volume, and I couldn't feel her body. I opened my eyes to find her weeping in pain, suspended on a massive pole four inches thick, which was turning purple where it pierced her extremely distended labia. She was oozing cum, but still couldn't do more than jerk around on it. The other thing I noticed: she was  separated from me by two feet.
    I couldn't help it. Such a crazy sight brought me to orgasm immediately. Big problem; my cum had nowhere to go, not that the feeble condom I'd worn would have helped any: it was a tattered ruin on my boxers. I felt the pressure increase painfully in my dick, which she was grabbing as though trying to pull herself off of it.
    Suddenly the room seemed to freeze; my dick instantly deflated to its normal size, spraying Moira with cum as it left her. As her sweet naked body slumped to the floor, ragged and bleeding from her vagina, my mind relaxed. The genie popped up from out of nowhere and looked down at Moira.
    "I think you'll be needing a bit more practice with that," he suggested. I nodded slowly.
    "What happened?" I asked.
    "You weren't controlling your penis," said the genie. "Rather, IT was controlling YOU. You were thinking so much of the sex and of stuffing her as full as possible that you neglected to realize just what that might mean."
    I was alarmed. "How powerful can this thing get?" I asked.
    "Think metric," the genie suggested. "It can weigh more than you, and apply enough pressure to shatter concrete. Two more minutes, and this poor girl's pelvic bone would have fractured. As is, you caused it to bend slightly."
    "So what, I can never enjoy sex again if I want to avoid killing my partner?"
    "Well," said the genie, "there will always be that final inflation, yes, but beforehand, it's easy to control and enjoy, as long as you think through what you are doing." He noticed my expression, which must have been pretty bleak. "If you're having doubts, I can rescind the power," he offered to me.
    I looked over at Moira, who had wanted to hump me so badly. "Did she enjoy it?"
    "Other than the pain, that was the best she's ever had," the genie certified. "After I remove her memory, she'll be able and willing once again. I'm going to repair her anatomy too, of course."
    I nodded. "In that case, I think I'll keep it for a while," I decided. Now that I was smarter, I could really put this power to good use!

Willow ChroniclesPart 1: Erica

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The Willow Chronicles #1

Erica

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It was the summer before my 15th birthday. My body had just started the change into womanhood and I was relieved that it finally had. I only looked about twelve but I no longer felt self conscious about being the only girl my age that hadn’t started to develop. I know about boys, but had never even kissed one. I had spoken with other girls about sex; most had thought about it, and a couple had actually "done it."

One day I was walking home from my friend Amy’s house after having just such a "girl" session with a few friends. Our house is in the outskirts of town a

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nd a good 20-minute bike ride away. I took the path through the woods since it was a warm sunny day and I had no specific time that I absolutely HAD to be home. I decided to stop by the stream for a while to relax and get my feet wet.

I headed for my favorite spot, a secluded little clearing a ways off the main path, under the old willow tree. When I got there, there was no sign of anyone. There never was. There is an old legend that this spot used to be used by the witches for their virgin sacrifices a couple hundred years ago. They say it’s cursed or haunted. As far as I knew, no one ever came here but me.

I parked my bike by the willow, took off my shoes and socks and went wading in the stream. The water was cool and relaxing. The current was very slow, so the surface of the water almost gave the impression of stillness. It was calm enough that I could clearly see my reflection. I gazed down at myself and tried to imagine myself in the arms of a boy. What would it feel like to go all the way and have him up inside me? After wading and daydreaming a while, I decided to kick back under the tree with a book and read and daydream some more.

As I bent over to get a book from my backpack I felt something snag at my skirt. I reached around to brush the snag loose and something wrapped around my wrist. I turned around with a start to see what had me and something wrapped around my other wrist, and both of my arms were suddenly hauled into the air. I looked up in terror to see my wrists wrapped in vines. I looked around and noticed that all the vines were moving.

There was another tug at my skirt and when I looked down, it was being pulled down by another vine. Almost as my skirt hit the ground, two more thick vines wrapped around each leg just behind the knees and pulled my legs apart lifting me off the ground. By this time I was overwhelmed with fear. I tried to scream but as soon as I opened my mouth, a mouth clamped down on mine and kissed me deeply.

At least it looked and felt like a mouth (I think), but it was at the end of a vine. I thought I started to hear voices, low and quiet; just barely audible. I couldn’t make out the words, but I kind of got the feeling that the voices were trying to calm me down. I tried to calm down but I was so terrified.

A tendril then wrapped itself around my eyes. I could feel myself being undressed. My blouse then by bra came loose freeing my breasts. I was embarrassed for some reason at this point about how small they were. Then with some difficulty, my panties came off leaving me completely naked except for the bow in my hair.

With a sudden shock I felt a tongue and then a mouth on my right nipple, and then another one on my left nipple. I tried not to panic but I was hanging there spread eagle, face-up, by my wrists and knees. Very shortly, other vines wrapped under me and around me and supported my weight. At the same time my arms, legs and virtually my entire torso were wrapped completely and firmly. My arms were pulled outward and back, while my legs were spread so wide that my thighs hurt.

I was terrified and embarrassed beyond description, but I was still getting this feeling that I should calm down. The mouths on my nipples were joined by what felt like hands squeezing my breasts. It began to feel curiously good and I began to relax. I could feel gentle kissing and hands all over my body. I began to feel…strangely…loved. I was being gently bent backward and the vine around my eyes gently pulled my head back so that it was below my body.

As it did so, a small opening appeared between the coils long enough for me to see three vines descending from above. One was about two inches thick with a curious cap shape on the end of it. The other two suddenly twisted their ends together to form a kind of glistening corkscrew about the same size as the other one. Then the opening was gone.

I couldn’t struggle if I’d wanted to. The vines had me completely bound in a grip that was at the same time as soft as flesh, and as strong as iron. I couldn’t wiggle my toes, my fingers, my head, my hips…anything. It was like I was both blind and paralyzed, yet I could still FEEEL EVERYTHING!!

I fell into a strange trance of calm. Detached, but not totally. I felt something touch me in my most private place and I gave a small, frightened intake of breath. Then it touched me again and I felt a strange thrill. Then I felt small hands spread my lower lips apart and spread them wide.

Again the shock and fear came. I had never been touched there before and this felt so strange. I knew that this shouldn’t be happening, but at the same time, it felt so good. Then I gave a strangled gasp as I felt a tongue and a pair of lips fasten themselves around a part of me down there that made me feel more pleasure than I’ve ever known.

It licked me and kissed me and sucked me and ran its tongue up and down my girlhood until I was gasping and whimpering and going out of my mind in pleasure. A couple more vines looped over my hips and up through my butt and spread my cheeks impossibly wide, but I was on the other side of the rainbow. It felt like I had tongues and hands and lips caressing every millimeter of my body and the pleasure was building. It was becoming too much to bear.

The universe condensed and became pure pleasure. On one hand I had never felt so naked and exposed and afraid before, but then, I had never experienced such pleasure before. The mouth on my clitoris was doing its job with such passion, as well as the ones on my nipples and lips (as well as everywhere else) that soon it rose to a point that I couldn’t bear it anymore. Suddenly my hips were trying to strain against the vines trying to thrash, I had this overwhelming feeling that I had to pee...BAD...This very second!

And then I had my first orgasm. I screamed and convulsed and then relaxed, but the mouths didn’t stop. They kept going; kissing, licking, sucking and caressing me. I could feel it starting to build again. I was going out of my mind with the sensations flooding through my body. I could feel myself straining in vain against my bonds again shaking and quivering. It was building again, strong, and just as I started to get the feeling that I had to pee again something large pressed up against my vagina. It was followed by something equally large, but slippery and oddly shaped pressing up against my anus.

The reality of what was about to happen crashed in on me and my eyes flew wide in overwhelming terror. I tried to scream, but just then several things happened almost at once. The lips gently kissing mine suddenly clamped down over my mouth, the vines around me tightened a little (like a full body hug), my thighs were (if at all possible) spread even wider, and the thing at my vagina suddenly thrust forward…HARD!!!

I felt my hymen stretch impossibly wide and then rip, and my vagina stretch inch by inch. At the instant my hymen tore, the thing at my ass suddenly surged forward equally as hard…and the universe became PAIN! Overwhelming, unendurable, mind shattering PAIN!

I screamed, despite the mouth on mine, and continued screaming as these things pumped in and out of me deep and hard. I screamed until I could scream no more, then I surrendered myself to sobbing.

The voices came again then; clearer this time. They were telling me to be calm, that the pain was normal the first time and would soon pass if I would relax my body and try not to fight it. The mouths on my clitoris and nipples were still doing their work and I could begin to feel them through my pain.

So I tried to relax, or at least to try and be still. I discovered that when I didn’t try to fight against it, it hurt a little less. I was still sobbing and whimpering, but slowly I began to relax. As I did so, ever so slowly, the pain began to fade. My vagina and ass felt like they were being torn in half while on fire, but it began to fade. Slowly the pain was replaced by pleasure. I was being stretched out in two places to the point of bursting, and it felt SOOO GOOD. It was the most helpless and vulnerable feeling in the universe; and it was wonderful.

I could feel a now familiar feeling building in me again but coming from my whole being. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. The feeling that I had felt before I was impaled came back with a vengeance because this time it was inside of me. I was still scared of this feeling but my fear was being overwhelmed by pleasure. After what must have been several hours I felt the tip of the thing inside my vagina curl upward a ways as it continued to pound me. The feeling was indescribably beautiful.

And then it happened; the universe simply…exploded. My body attempted to arch, it began to convulse in a depth of ecstasy that to this day I still cannot comprehend. My vagina and anus convulsed around their invaders. They contracted so hard that it started to hurt, a lot, and I was afraid that I would finally be ripped in half.

The orgasm intensified, feeding the fear. The fear intensified, feeding the orgasm. The two fed off each other, intensifying each other in an ever-expanding spiral. Finally, no longer able to take it I screamed "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!"; but they kept pumping in and out of me making the orgasm more and more intense.

I thought I was dying, and would have it no other way. I could feel my heartbeat becoming hyper-fast and then irregular. I started to hyperventilate, and then stopped breathing all together. And then the climax, "climaxed". It was like the orgasm of and orgasm. It was more than my mind could take, and my mind finally fled…

I awoke to find myself being gently lowered to the ground and laid on the grass and released. Vines came down and caressed me. Then I felt the two great things pull out of me and I gasped and fainted again. I woke seconds later to a great feeling of love and lust all around me. I was completely wrung out, paralyzed for a bit. I saw and felt tongues come down and lick between my legs, cleaning me, tasting my virgins blood. A small vine came down and wiped some up and gently stuck it in my mouth for me to taste.

I vaguely noticed that it was late at night when I was set down, but I couldn’t get up to leave. I lay there for several hours quivering and convulsing in the afterglow, but at the same time, I couldn’t even THINK of closing my legs without crying because I hurt so much. All night the fleshy vines kept caressing me; and the voices kept soothing me and telling me that I was loved and that they wanted more.

A little before sunrise, I was finally able to close my legs and struggle to my feet. I staggered around and found my clothes and got dressed. I walked my bike away, (I couldn’t even THINK of sitting on that seat right now) I walked kind of bow-legged until I got home. I flopped myself into bed and began to plan. After I got off restriction for being out all night, I would have to tell the other girls; would have to bring them, one at a time…

Urban Legend

bakerman on Supernatural Stories

Urban Legend.

We all know the type of stories, they start with "it happened to a friend of a friend."

This is a story about an ordinary guy named Bob. Bob married his high school sweetheart shortly after finishing school and getting his first job. They were reasonably happily married but come year seven of their marriage and his wife got the itch and got it bad. Bob drove trucks for a living and while most of his work was around town he took at least one longer job a month to make some extra money.

His latest run had taken him away from home for five days and he was now only hours away when he realised he was running low on fuel. He pulled into a gas station and discovered that his petrol cap was missing and he'd been losing fuel when he went around the steep

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bends coming down the mountains. Then the owner of the station came and told him the tanker truck was late and they had no fuel till tomorrow at least. He suggested the motel across the road as a good place to spend the night. There was also a pizza place and liquor store at the end of the block.

It was getting late and the young guy manning the reception desk looked like he wanted to be elsewhere. As Bob checked in he told the guy his story and the guy, feeling sorry and bored,  told Bob he'd flick on the adult movie channel in his room at no extra cost. Bob dropped his gear in the room and turned on the TV. The screen had a message stating the next movie was starting in twenty minutes. Bob headed over to the pizza place and left an order to be delivered to his room then went to the liquor store and grabbed a six pack. He went back to his room and had a quick shower to wash off the road grime and the pizza arrived just as he was putting his boxer shorts back on.

Bob dropped on the bed, cracked open a beer, grabbed a slice of pizza and hit the TV remote. The screen was counting down from ten till the movie started. Bob was now nice and relaxed and then the title screen flashed up saying the following movie was called strangely enough "Motel Sex". Straight away Bob was interested because it was filmed to look like a hidden camera.

A man and woman enter and stand by the bed. She looks like an ordinary woman, nothing too fancy about her appearence. He looks like Bob, a trucker, flannel shirt, jeans and boots. Probably picked her up at the truck stop thought Bob. The man takes out his wallet an pulls out some bills and gives them to the woman. She unzips her dress and drops it to the floor leaving her standing in her g-string and high heels. The guy puts his wallet away and pulls out his cock. She drops to her knees and begins giving him a blow job. That was the whole film the man just stood without saying a word and the woman worked his cock hard, licking , sucking and jerking. The blow job lasts several minutes until finally he pulls out and giving himself a few jerks sprays his load over her face and tits. She licks him clean and he tucks his cock back in his jeans and leaves, again without a word.

Bob was getting a good buzz from the beer and the steady stroking of his erect ccock. The next scene kicked in and Bob could make out the backs of three or more people. The two guys in the centre of the screen elbowed each other and stepped aside to give the camera a clear view of the bed. There is a woman standing on the bed but from the camera angle her head is out of view. She is doing a striptease and the guys are clapping their hands. It's when she drops her skirt that Bobs attention is tuned in because those legs are leading to a pair of panties that are the same as he bought his wife for Valentines Day. Next the blouse is undone and tossed on the floor revealing a bra that matches the panties.

Bob stops stroking his cock, puts down his beer and moves close to the TV to observe the action. The woman turns her back to the camera as she undoes the bra. Bob can see the end of some blonde hair and starts to relax again as his wife is a brunette. Now the bra is flung aside and the woman turns to face the men, shaking her impressive pair of tits. Bob is stunned because he recognises the birth mark on the left breast and now believes it is his wife.

By now the men have undressed and Bob can see five different men standing around the bed stroking their various size cocks. The woman has again turned her back to the camera and fallen to her knees. With each hand she reaches out and takes hold of a cock. Two other guys are kneeling either side of the bed and are massaging a tit each. The final guy is running his hands all over the womans arse. The woman moves to her left to take the cock in her mouth while still holding the guy to the right. The guy at the end has flipped on his back and slid his head between the womans legs to work on her pussy.

Bob still hasn't seen the womans face but he knows it's her. She switches from the left cock to work on the right. The guy on the left steps aside to let another guy in. Her hand gropes till it finds the new cock and begins to pump it while still sucking the other one. The other guy on her right side has climbed onto the bed and pulling her panties aside slides his cock into her from behind. Her head comes off the right cock and she screams as he penetrates her in one push. The man under her slips out and with the other men standing around give each other high fives.

The guys hips bucked hard and fast against Bob's wifes naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass with each hand, her back arched and her muffled voice could be heard begging him for more. the men standing around the bed clapped and cheered.

Another guy was yelling "Let me fuck her,". She pulled her mouth off the end of another cock, licked her lips and simply smiled at him. The first guy pulled out without shooting his load. Finally she rolled over on the bed and presented her face to the camera raising her legs to remove her panties. With an agonized moan Bob at last saw the face of his wife. The next guy, fired by lust, rolled onto her and roughly thrust his cock up into her opened  pussy. She cried out once, but Bob could see him pushing hard against her while her hips lifted to meet each thrust. Bob continued to sit on the edge of the bed as his wife was now being filled by the second man. It seemed to take forever for the full 9 inches of his hard cock to slide up inside of her.

To Bob it seemed like the second guy pounded away for an eternity into his wifes pussy. A tall blonde guy then lay on his back on the bed. The second guy also pulled out without shooting and then his wife climbed onto the blonde guys cock. She was facing the camera so Bob could clearly see the cock disappearing up her hairy cunt and her lips grip the cock as it pulled back She rode this guy for a while until the last two guys called for their turn.

Bobs wife changed positions getting on top of guy number four. Her arse was pointed at the camera until man number five got behind her and rammed his cock into her arsehole. Her scream was not of pleasure as he manouvered about to get maximum penetration of her back door. Humping her was the word that came to Bob's mind as he watched his wife get ravaged by this man. Both men crushed her with each thrust into her twin holes.

Bob's body was shaking as he sat glued to the screen. Finally the guy behind pulled away and Bob could see how stretched his wifes butt hole was. She flopped off the other guy and again lay flat on her back. Bob could now see his wifes swollen pussy lips as she lay naked, eyes closed, on the bed. The men  stood around the bed jerking their cocks and at last a line of cum sprayed itself across her mid section. One guy stood on the bed and shot his load straight down into her pubic hair. The other guys joined in shooting over her face and tits.

They continued jerking off until the had drained their cocks over her. She continued to lay on the bed, not moving, eyes closed as the men dressed. Bob was now shaking with rage believing these men had forced his wife to do what he had just watched. As the men filed out one picked up her underwear and tossed it on her. Then just as he was about to slam the TV in anger his wife raised one arm and waved finally blowing a kiss to the departing men as the scene faded away.

Bob continued to stare at the screen, his hand rested next to the remote. He could have stopped the film at any time but he could not bring himself to look away. Watching his wife perform had been hypnotic. The final scene of her laying on the bed was seared into his memory. He clicked the remote and sat on the bed for the rest of the night replaying what he had seen over and over his anger at the men deflecting to his wife with just one little wave..

First thing next morning he went and had some breakfast, he saw the tanker arrive, then he checked out, filled his rig and headed for home. He drank the rest of the six pack as he drove. Arriving at his depot he parked the truck and switched to his pick-up to drive home. Arriving home his wife began to mouth off at him being late home. She had a wash cloth draped over her shoulders from doing the dishes and Bob grabbed the ends and began to strangle her. His arms were too strong and she couldn't break free. Bob ripped open her robe to reveal her body wearing nothing but the bra and panties from the video.

She finally collapsed to the floor knocking over the bottles on the kitchen table. At first Bob stood and laughed then realising what had happened called the rescue services. When the police arrived Bob was sitting on the floor next to his wife. He had cut away her underwear and was slicing it into smaller and smaller pieces. The overturned bottle of cream had dripped from the table onto his wife and looked like her cum splattered image at the end of the movie. Bob just sat and muttered to himself.

The police eventually backtracked his movements and discovered the movie he had watched. Bob was committed to a mental intuition.

I know this is true because I work with a guy who heard it from a trucker who worked for the same company as Bob.


Daphne and the Estragon

The Marquis on Supernatural Stories

What Daphne first saw about the estragon was its peculiar shape, an oval, ventricular sac on one end, with striated, purple veins all along its side. It fluttered like gills. The creature had lowered Daphne to her knees and because of the syringe dangling out of the plump swell of her bottom she felt weird and tingly and like doing what she was told, and she got down as though the estragon were something she might pray to.

"Young bitches," said the creature to a ghoulish companion behind him, who peered at her with black eyes that were wilted like raisins. The ghoul lurked in the shadows behind the mutant who tormented her. She felt robbe
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d, and cheap.

In fact Daphne found the whole situation -- being cornered in the dark streets and sedated by these two mutant henchmen -- distasteful, but at some level of remove. The drug they had jabbed into her asscheek and sent coursing through her veins had removed all sense of fight or flight, all energy for endeavor. The estragon dangled before her and oozed its peculiar alien juices, and yet when the time came she acquiesced, even leaned forward a little to allow the revolting thing full ingress into her tiny young, pink mouth. A taste like the smell of a homeless man filled her and a shudder rippled through her, but the twitching thing sank into her and she didn't recoil.

Gar, the creature, always loved that first moment when he stuck it into an Earth girl. It reminded him of interstellar travel. Sometimes it was like a hop between inner planets and sometimes a long, deep jag squeezed into a minute's cryofreeze. That feeling of a world of time and space erupting at his feet would quiver through him again when he brought these fertile, fragrant mammals to heel. He'd lean into a new girl and that first burst of pleasure would signal to him that her flesh was his until he no longer sought it and this ownership was like the ownership of conquering worlds -- of conquering the world of the quivering girl at your feet, a humbler pleasure, but otherwise much the same.

"Young bitches always give easy on this planet, Tar," he mumbled to his new deputy, still thinking of hopping worlds and also thinking of young Daphne's mouth as a fudge brownie full of warm milk. He wasn't in the mood to dawdle, or to toy with poor, subjugated Daphne now that he'd tamed her like a defeated animal by greasing up her mouth-hole. It was the act of putting it in that tagged them in this Brave New World. And the more sperm you pumped into girls on Earth now, the younger they got. So he might as well go ahead and have his fun early and often, because it only got better from here.

Pretty Earth girls had this curious feature -- and pretty Earth girls were the only original Earthlings left alive on this world -- because a few years before a mad race of sex mutants had risen up out of a bio-genetic warfare experiment gone wrong. Programmed by some sick fuck in the Defense Department to aid in the rape of indigenous populations, these mutants had been made sexually obsessed, forceful in their attentions, and abominally grotesque -- to increase the terror effect and force into further submission whatever indigenous female population it had made it its business to conquer.

This grotesqueness explained the foul look and taste of the estrapod that slithered and hardened moistly in Daphne's whimpering mouth. She clasped her wrists behind her to keep from pushing Gar away from her. The impulse to propel the slick, musty thing away jangled through her urgently. But it still didn't translate into any message to her body other than submission.

Gar pulled the estragon out from between her pouty, and now rather creamy, lips. "Isn't this humiliating?" asked Gar, and she looked up at him sadly.

"Yes," she sighed, doe-eyed and beyond consolation, lost in teenage anguish.

Younger and younger, Gar would think many times in rhythm with his thrusts as he came and the juicy mutant pudding shot in veins of hot seed into some Little Miss Heather's junior bouncy backside, pigtail bows bobbing with the wiggly, jiggling ass. Younger and younger, he'd groan as he hosed down the velvet pouch, some spritely little Alicia's tasty quim. As he spritzed her and thought of her belly and her insides and what she might have had for lunch. Flecks of come-splatter on chewed-up cucumber salad and a half-pint of cottage cheese. He liked to think of shooting come all over their gardeny fashion-model food, even though he knew it didn't really happen that way. And even though he knew that these tiny, desperate little dolls fingered every other meal back up again to stay skinny but plump in the right places, fuckable -- another feature of the genetic re-tooling they'd been given by the alien race that had made them slaves. The only times they ever fingered their own holes was to abuse themselves.

Gar would think younger and younger because he knew that when he squirted his grease into a girl it would make her pinker for next time, a little more freckled and bright-eyed, and with no memory of her previous defilements. It was like violating a girl's virginity over and over again, seeing that tragic sonnet of shock, revulsion, and humiliation that spelled over her soft face as once more the girl learned about sex through rough proddings, hand-and-kneed squeezeopens. Pretty face clinched and wincing in three-quarter profile, as she dared periodically to turn around and try to catch a glimpse of her own fuck-on-all-fours, the slime-coated estragon plumbing the petal of her flesh.

He said it aloud. "Younger and younger." Little Daphne gazed at him blankly, thick eyelashes fluttering, blue eyes registering a mild desire to be someplace other than here. She ached. A cool wet lump trickled onto her tongue and then a balloon of goo burst between her cheeks, filling them. It jiggled in her mouth like gelatin.

"Mmmmfph!" she squealed, and her eyes grew wide as saucers, said look of startlement dealing a great wave of cruel pleasure in the climaxing Gar (God, that had snuck up on him; he loved these childlike, froshman budding damsels, the 15-, 16-year-olds, he couldn't hold it), so that the next issuance of steamy sperm ran down her chin and over her nearly naked chest -- because Gar had liked them, she'd been allowed to keep on a lite blue cotton bra with pink trim and stringy-thin shoulder straps and the cartoon caricature of a winking cat on the right breast, and matching panties. Splats of steaming fuck-oil stained Daphne's underthings, marked her smooth body.

Almond-haired Daphne Daggerts was fifteen now, swollen with the pink buds of sexual maturity. Her pert titties with flush aeraeloae, he knew, would harden when his partner squeezed and fondled and chewed on them. (He was through with her; his tingling root, bubbling in the thick lather that filled her mouth, was already beginning to soften.) As she squirmed with the occasional shuddering fits of gross-out that oozed from under the cool blanket of the drugs she'd been given, her mammaries would harden and glow, and her fuck canal would flush up and tighten and blossom wetly. Her body would betray her. This was another genetic feature, and quite a designer one too: remaking these little females with such a degree of openness and willingness to be conquered went against the biological survival imperative and so was tough to code into the earthgirls. But it was worth it.

He stayed for a while and watched as his partner loomed over the sperm-splattered Daphne, who had lolled back onto her haunches and straightened out her legs before her, wiping dejectedly at the streaks running down her chest. Tar had clutched her at her sides -- almost politely, as though he'd just dipped her during a dance -- and lowered himself to her, and she gazed off flinching as he sucked on the side of her neck, feeling the pulse of her carotid, and fondling her soft, squishy boobs. As he let a gratified groan Daphne caught on her breath and trembled like an ewe-lamb; the horrible thing's prunish, pupil-less eyes had filled the pathetic little fool with heart-freezing revulsion, and she'd been immobilized with queasy loathing.

"Ah," Tar gloated, massaging Daphne's breasts, the winking cat grimacing rhythmically. "They are getting firmer." He bit them, one quickly, the other holding for a while, until Daphne arched her back and mewled miserably, afraid. "I can feel her getting younger." He began to lick Daphne's chest. "Skin's tightening. Getting warmer."

She had already forgotten the fucking Gar had administered to her. In an amnesiac haze, she was now starting over, as she offered it up reluctantly for Tar. Gar envied his partner for his ability to strike fear in his seedlings. Tar was one sick monster, Gar had to give that to him.

He'd learned this when he'd gone on a girl-gathering expedition with Gar some time before, in the Simulation Zone -- where the girls inhabited a mockup of their old lives, brainwashed to forget the conquest of their species and hypnotized to forget, mostly, the quiet indignities that they endured alone, in the dark, at the hands of the thrill-seeking Hunter Gorn.

A Prayer In the Night; Part One

maid_moonstone on Supernatural Stories


 She was touching herself. Running her hands over her body. Grasping her small firm breast. Playing with the nipple, pinching it. She slid her hand slowly down her torso to rest between her legs. She spread her pink lips, and, using her middle finger, started to stimulate her clit.

 She was trying to imagine that what she was reading was really happening to her. Without much success. (She wasnt even wet yet) And what was she reading? A romance novel. She hated romance novels. She didnt see how any woman could get off to this cheasy smut. Of course; she wasnt just any woman either. Besides. Her fantasies were of a somewhat......darker nature. None of this damsel in distress, pink champagne and roses bull shit.

 "Oh, fuck it" she moa

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ned in frustration. Closing her book and her legs, she stood up and put on a long black robe. Silk. So thin it was almost transparent. She tied the belt loosley around her waist. With book in hand she crossed the room, flung open the French doors, and stepped out onto the balcony. She sighed. "This is ridiculous." She glanced at the book, then tossed it into the alley. The rats would have far better use for it than she.

 The night was clear. The cool breeze caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened. She raised her face heavenward. "Oh! Why couldnt they exist?!?" She leaned against the railing, now lost in contemplation. "I believe that they do," she continued softly. "For if not; Would they haunt me so? Invade my dreams, plague my waking hours? Gods help me! They must exist. Please, please. I beg of thee. Grant me my desire. Let it continue a fantasy no longer."

 As if in answer, a sudden gust of wind blew open her robe and wrapped around her exposed body; swirling around her breasts, making her nipples harden anew. So hard they were almost painful. She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden chill. Then gasped again as pleasure shot through her body from this icy embrace. The wind died down. Her knees were weak, legs shaking. Her breaths came hard and fast. Her knuckles had turned white with the strength in which she gripped the railing. She pried her fingers loose. With a shock, she realized she was wet. Very much so. Confusion settled over her. She glanced once more up at the moon as she closed her robe around her, securing it tightly. Then, retreated back inside.

 Perhaps......perhaps this night, the Gods had heard her plea, had listened to her prayers.

 Unbeknown to her, however, the Gods had nothing to do with this night's amusements. A silent dark figure lounged on the roof directly above the balcony. "How interesting" he murmured; and was a bit surprised to find that his cock had begun to swell against the confines of his tight black pants. Of course he had heard her begging the night to bring her desire to fruition. But still. Why should this woman, this girl, this...human, be causing him such arousal? True. He had been watching her for a while.

  He had stumbled upon her one restless night whilst prowling the city. She had been confessing her fantasies to the night. Believing that the Gods held her in confidence. Never realizing that she had made him privvy to her every desire. It was rather interesting. Out of curiosity, he had returned the next night. And then the next. Soon it became a kind of routine. He enjoyed watching her try to please herself. Though this was the first night that he had participated. And he had to admit; He was pleased with the affect his little parlour trick had had on her body. "mmm"; The thought of her naked body bared to the moonlight, the small yet full and supple breasts, her dark nipples, the strip of hair above her sex. He could still smell her arousal. His cock complained about its restraints. He smiled. Baring his fangs. A dangerous smile. One of dark promises and sweet seduction.

 "I think that I will give the Gods the night off. Yes. Worry not, my pretty little human. Your prayer shall be answered. Though it will be I and not the Gods who will be doing the answering."

Ecstasy In Death

skyrobbin on Supernatural Stories

I couldn't move my hands to feel what it was. I struggled only to find that my hands were bound behind my head, and my ankles were spread wide and also bound. A shiver ran through my body, and I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. I could feel this hard thing running along the side of my body. I strained to hear, but there was no sound to be heard. Then what felt like a hand touched my body. It was cold as ice. I tried to see what it was, but there was nothing. Only the loud thumping of my heart rushing through my head.

Then this icy hand gently caressed my body. I could feel it starting at my throat, running fingers along my collar

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bone. Then lower to make small slow circles around my nipples. I felt my nipples react to this strange touch. Again I tried to scream, but nothing. It continued on down my torso, and hovered just before my lips. I kept trying to struggle, but it was useless. Those icy fingers traced my slit so gently, I started to become aroused. I suddenly felt another hand back on my nipples.

Then there were more hands and fingers touching me everywhere. I felt my lips spread and something soft and hot touch my clit, but those icy fingers were working at the wetness now seeping from my pussy. I thought I was going to go insane with the two extreme sensations. The heat on my clit turned into a soft sucking feeling, and those attentive icy fingers plunged deep into me.

The two worked into a steady, slow rhythm, increasing as my body reacted. Other hands and fingers worked at my nipples. Those icy fingers worked inside my pussy with amazing skill. Penetrating deeper and deeper with each thrust. My body was writhing, my mind screaming as I came to the first wave. My fear was overcome by the convulsions of ecstasy that ran through my body. I had never experienced anything like this before. As I neared my second orgasm, a very dim candlelight lit the room. I could finally see the faint outlines of my assailants.

I frantically looked around and saw shadowy figures in both male and female forms. All hands on my body. There had to be atleast twenty in all. As more candle flames came to life, I was able to see more clearly. My body convulsed under their touch. The men apeared tall and lanky. None wearing any clothing. The women were curvy with very ample breasts. There was one man standing near the wall, surveying everything. His hand was stroking his enormous cock. One female walked over to him, and he shoved her away.

He walked over towards me very slowly, and the others immediately stopped, except for the suction an my clit. Which I now figured to be some sort of mechanical device. He wasn't lanky like the other men. He was very muscular. He came to me, and put his large hands on my breasts, squeezing them together. He lowered his face, with his lips just above my nipples and rolled his eyes to look at me. His eyes were a glowing deep blue flame that captured me. With some odd play of shadows, I could not see the rest of his face, only his eyes. His tongue flicked across my nipples, as if to taste them.

Then with a flicker of candle light, I saw great white fangs come out of his lips. He traced those sharp fangs over my breasts, nicking my nipples. I could see slow trickles of crimson running from my breasts. His tongue lapped at my blood. He then layed his body the length of mine, and two figures untied my legs. They held my legs, knees bent, impossibly wide, as this creature forced his cock into me. I came instantly. He thrusted into me with such force, I thought he was going to split me in half.

As I came again, He sank his fangs into my left breast. I watched helpless as blood ran from my body. His mouth was slick with my blood. I could see the others walking back toward us. They ran their hands over both of us, then I began to feel other pierces. He was fucking me so hard that it took my mind off the others biting me. My body was floating somewhere between life and death, when everything went black again.

 

It all began with a dream. I could feel myself slipping away into a deep, cavernous blackness that I couldn't control. I felt wary and confused. Like something had slipped my mind and there was nothing. I just kept falling farther and farther until suddenly, something hard brushed my side.

Incestuous Ghosts

Slipbra on Supernatural Stories

I am in my twenties now and my Mother passed away some years ago. She was beautiful with long legs, a naughty look to her face and perky tits. I always loved my Mom but never had the guts to try anything with her.

After her passing I was in charge of selling off her house and goods, I couldn't part with the house so I kept it but sold quite a bit of the items she had in the house. I was a bit perplexed when it came to her clothing. As a kid, starting at around 5, I had this thing for my Mom's silky slips, panties and bras. I use to sneak them into my room and jack off with them all the time. Having no Dad or siblings around, this was quite the situation for a young boy infatuated with his Mother. The coolness of the silky fabric on my cock use to drive me wild. And yes, as I write

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this letter I am wearing and jerking off in Mom's silky brief panties and several of her half slips. It is like have a million tiny tongues on my cock all at once. The fact that she wore these exact articles of clothing is what really excites me. My balls lay in the crotch area of where Mom's pussy use to be and I like to slide my cock up and down the ass of the panties knowing that Mom's heart shaped ass use to fill them. The bra's were good for unloading my semen. I'd jack off with the silky undergarments until I was about to explode then fill her bra cups with my hot boy fluid. I'd let them dry and fold them neatly and put them back in her drawer so she could wear them later on in the week. She never said anything nor did she ever hide her silky underwear from me. I never knew if Mom ever suspected anything.

One night while laying in Mom's old bed, I was going about my usual routine of wearing 10 of her silken briefs and 5 of her halfslips. Jerking my cock and concentrating on my Mom wishing I had gotten up the nerve to tell her mow much I wanted her before she passed away. I wanted to get the courage someday to just be waiting for her in her bed with her silky underwear on so she could see me when she walked through the door. I wanted to feel and watch her hand move slowly up and down my cock shaft, stroking me with her silky underwear. I was getting close to cumming when I heard the floor creek. In the full moonlit room I looked around and saw nothing, just the old house settling. I figured since I was interrupted I would add a few more layers of Mom's silk to my cock so I reached down to the part of the bed where I left a huge pile of her clothing and there was nothing to be found. I lifted my head up and looked around and still nothing.

Maybe I knocked them off the bed and onto the floor and maybe that is what the noise was that startled me. Still hard and horny I laid my head back, eyes closed and continued rubbing my throbbing cock feeling whatever happened to the pile of silky underwear could wait until after I exploded my cum into Mom's panties and slips. Again the floor creaked and this time it was louder, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and the room felt a bit colder. My cock was starting to go limp when all of a sudden I felt the nylon silky material start to move on its own. I was amazed and shocked and should have run out of the room and out of the house but the feeling was so heavenly. In the moonlight I watched in awe as the material moved on its own up and down my cock stroking my cock back to full hardness. I was dreaming, there is no way this is happening. I had to see what was going on. I jumped out of bed to turn on the lights and the sensation on my cock stopped. I ran to the light switch and turned it on.

There on the floor was the pile of lingerie but it had not been knocked of the bed. When I put it on the bed it was a mess and in a pile and yet there it was on the floor neatly folded and stacked. Dressed in panties and slips still I looked around the room and said aloud, "alright, who the heck is in this room?" With that my cock stood straight out, the slips lifted up and the panties pulled down on their own. I looked down to see the skin being stretched and rubbed by invisible fingers, you could see the indentation of the grip of a small hand on my cock as it expertly pulled and jerked my cock. In shock but also in lust I just stood there getting a handjob from a ghost. I had to know if I could interact. If you can hear me stop stroking my cock. The sensation stopped but I could still feel a hand holding my cock straight out from my body. I looked down to see my huge throbbing cock begging me not to stop.

The soft pink panties on the floor so neatly folded, I had to try. "If you hear me, pick up the pink panties and run the material up and down my cock." I saw my cock droop towards the floor, I had been released, did I blow it, was this great night over? All of a sudden I saw the panties raise magically off the floor and float towards me, they were being held as if a woman were debating if they were the right size. I reached down and held my cock straight out, then I was pulled away from my cock by another set of hands. Shit, I had more than one spirit in my room. I felt the warmth of a body with soft supple breasts behind me as she reached around and held my cock straight out. I looked in the mirror to see my cock being stroked and my balls being gently rubbed. The slips and panties I was wearing were pulled up and to the side revealing my now erect and bare cock. Then I almost came when the floating panties found there way over to my cock and were draped over my swollen shaft. I watched the material stroke up and down my cock all the while feeling the gentle stroke of a hands on my shaft and balls. This was so fucking great, I had some sort of sex maniac ghosts right here with me in my house.

They were so gentle and pleasing yet I could not figure out why they were here. I had to see them, I told them both to stop and ordered them to go put on a white fullslip each. They left the pink panty draped over my cock and made their way to the pile of lingerie. I watched as the layers were rummaged through until the two fullslips were found. One by one I watched as they mysteriously raised in the air on there own and slowly slid down the feminine bodies. They both had great breasts and I could tell one was older than the other. Her boobs were larger but they drooped a bit more. I could swear I had seen those silhouettes before, but where? Now that I could see them, well I could see empty form filled slips floating about, I could now watch them service me. Since you ladies have such full breasts and I do love silky material against my cock, I want you both to slide those beautiful breasts up and down my shaft. They both stood there in front of me waiting for my decision as to what position I wanted them on. I layed on the bed, my cock sticking straight up on its own and told them to press there boobs together nipple to nipple so a little hole was formed in between the four of them, then I wanted to watch as they slid their silk covered tits up and down my cock shaft. As I lay there, they floated over to me and got into my prescribed position and started stroking my cock as ordered, this felt so good! Four big tits and lots of silk masturbating my cock, better than any dream I could have ever had. I thought, wait a minute, they are ghosts, I am not limited to the basic laws of physics.

I want you both to sit atop me with your backs to one another and my cock in between your butt cracks but only after you each put on panties and 2 more half slips under your fullslip. I needed to feel the layers of silk, this is the best way I like them when stroking my cock. I watched as they floated over and slid on panties and 2 slips a piece. Covered in layers of slips they were now on top of my cock moving up and down my cock shaft stroking me off with Mom's slips. I want you to spin slowly around now and caress my cock with the silky material, I watched as they both put their legs out and started to slowly rotate around my cock encircling my dick with the cracks of their asses and silky soft nylon. As they slowly twirled around they also moved up and down, I was getting the masturbation of a lifetime. I mean, I love Mom's slips but what better way to use them than to have two females, or even female ghosts, wearing them and masturbating me with them. I was feeling dirty and my "close to cumming sensations" were driving me wild, I let out the words, Mom if you could only be here to see me using your silky underwear to make me cum and to see how it is being done. I wished I could have fucked you when you were still alive, I want to cum on your face Mom! I want to fuck your tits and soak your whole body in cum! I was in ecstasy! I watched my cock being serviced and still there was no audible sounds from my two guests. I had to know who they were, I know that I can see their figures because of the clothing and if I gave them enough cum for two great facials I could see the outline of their faces with my cum.

Ladies, when I cum I want you each to take my sperm load on your faces, with that and knowing I was close to cumming they stopped and floated to my cock, I knew their faces were right next to my swollen cock head, I felt warm breaths on my cock and I was going to cum soon. Without asking I watched as they each took turns sucking my cock deep into their throats, I could see the deformed shape of my dick as it was forced into their throats, this was the best blowjob ever! Moving in and out of an invisible throat is something too hard to describe, you can feel the silky warm wetness of tongues, mouths and throats but you can see your cock in the air moving about on its own. One started rubbing gently on my balls and the other was sucking and stroking hard and I was going to shoot the load of the century! All of a sudden my body raised off the bed, I had no weight. I then turned over, my cock facing the bed and my back to the ceiling. My cock was still being sucked and stroked and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I knew their faces were there and eager to get spermed so I just let it go. I shot the first big cum gush on the younger of the two then the second on the older ghost. It wouldn't stop, it was as if they were inside my cock stroking the very nerves that send you off into a great orgasm. My cock moved by itself back to the younger then to the left to the older. All while feeling the sensation of being sucked off by the most expert mouths off all time, I couldn't stop squirting my cum. Twelve pairs of panties flew up off the floor and started running all over my body while I came, then the slips, my whole body was being stroked with silk. Mouths on my cock, nylon silk all over my body, I was gushing so much cum. I looked down to see the cum pooling up in their eyes and over their lips, they were smiling, I lost count of my cumshots when they were over 20 hard strong squirts, an orgasm to end all orgasms. After what seemed like a heavenly eternity the cumming ended, there must have been over a pint of cum that shot out of my cock. Then a sight I will never forget, like starving maniacs they each went crazy with my cum, I could see the cum smearing all over their faces and soon even the hands of my visitors became visible with the shapes outlined by my cum all over them. I watched as four hands smeared cum everywhere, over their hands, tits and faces. As I looked at their faces a strange sensation came over me.

I was gob smacked, I couldn't believe what I saw. The younger one, could it be? I looked at her and she looked back, Mom? And wait, is that Grandma? My Mother and Grandmother were servicing my cock in a way that was not of this world. Mom, Nana, why? They looked at me and just smiled. You cannot speak with me? They nodded NO but I could feel them, Oh God I could feel them. That was so fucking great, you both made my cock feel so good. I am sorry about your underwear Mom, I have always jacked off in it. She smiled and moved towards me, she leaned to kiss me on the cheek then reached down and gave my cock a little squeeze. Nana came over next and pushed her breasts together and gave my cock a tittyfuck squeeze too. I was so drained and tired but I didn't want it to end. Will I see you both again, they smiled and nodded YES. I guess I was tired and passed out right then and there.

I awoke the next morning feeling as though I had just experienced the dream of a lifetime. I looked around the room and it looked as it always did. The room smelled of cum, had lingerie everywhere, and cum had soaked most of the lingerie except it sure did look as if a lot of cum had been shot. No, it was just a dream, I said a loud. My Mom and Grandma had passed away and all that drove that dream last night was my urge to have always wanted to fuck them. Somehow, thinking about the dream made my cock hard. I sat at the edge of the bed and slid on 4 halfslips and one fullslip and started stroking my cock. My cock was tenting the slips and sticking straight up, I said a loud, OK Mom, you know what to do from here, laughing inside at the thought that the dream had actually happened.

I looked closely at my silk covered cock and nothing, then it started to move on its own. My God the slip was alive again, it wasn't a dream. I can have my Mom and Grandma anytime I want! Do it Mom, stroke me off quickly in your silky slips before I go to work. I heard the squeaking of the material as it rubbed against itself. I had to see this in the daylight in the mirror. I walked to the dresser mirror and the stroking never stopped. I looked in the mirror with a naughty grin watching my cock being masturbated in Mom's underwear. Stroke it Mom you hardcore slut, the pace quickened. Faster Mom faster! It was supernatural she was stroking me so quick it was a blur of friction. I let out a scream and shot my wad right through the slips. I watched as the cum was forced under pressure through the material and as it pooled at the surface I knew Mom was licking away at the cum. I could see the cum moving in a way around my cockhead through the slips as only a tongue could do. It subsided but I still got off 11 good squirts. Mom, I want to fuck you tonight, I will call for you when I get home from work OK. I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek then the presence was gone from the room.

Good God I cannot wait for tonight!

Shadow Lane

lmsyd4u on Supernatural Stories

Growing up in the country is generally fun and relaxing, and with my mom and me as the only ones in our household, it was also liberating.  During the week she worked at the diner in town from seven until eight, when she was home she slept.  On the weekends she worked the bars for women, as a call girl deluxe.  She was in her mid thirties and still attractive, and burned on men by my dad who left as all alone when I was five.

 

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t face="Times New Roman">Our home was small by any standard, two bedrooms that were cracker boxes and a family den and kitchen, the bathroom our only luxury also housed the water tank and washer.  The dryer was in the cellar, a clothes line or outside in summer.  We had a television so small we had to sit close or miss it and being that this was early in the seventies we only got 2 channels. 

 

I spent the summer doing chores alone.  There was no baby sitter no need for one, by the time I reach thirteen, I could cook, clean, sew, wash clothes, do the yard work and tend our small garden.  I was sort of trusted and left alone, and that is when things happened.

 

I was small for my age, only 5’ tall and less than 90 pounds, a hairless body cursed by mom’s side of the family and small cock.  My short blonde hair was home cut and styled by mom, and my eyes of blue came from here as well.  My horny nature also came from her, but to her credit she never showed it to me without booze first.

 

Several times early that spring she had stripped herself late in the evening and sat playing with her 40D jugs while she thought I was asleep.  I would peek out from the bedroom door and watch her fondle herself in the rocking chair.  A few times when she got really drunk, usually on Saturday nights, she wound up in bed with me.  Her naked body lay holing me from behind and once she even fondled me while I pretended to sleep.  She would wake up the next morning with a headache and always asking if she did something wrong.  If not for my ability to bend the truth she would have felt worse.

 

Then one sunny morning after I had completely finished all my chores, I decided to go hiking in the woods.  I was barefoot and shirtless; wearing only an old purple pair of my mom’s funny looking shorts she had given me.  She didn’t believe in wasting anything and since they could fit me, she made me wear them.  I really didn’t mind it back then, as I could care less about clothes, most of the time when I was alone like this I was naked anyway.

 

That particular sunny morning as my small tanned body skipped along the wooded trail, I by accident came upon a new pathway.  I was trampling along when I stumbled over a tree root and slid forward at an angle that showed me a trail down below the ridge I was on.  I had never been on it and thought I should explore it.  I mean I our house sat almost two miles from anyone, and the closest person to being my age or younger than sixty was five miles further.  Most people said that no one but rabbits lived near us.  So I made my way down the trail and followed it until I reach a small brook.  It was more than half a mile from our house when I felt a cool breeze.  This was odd since in early June the temperature is always above eighty.  I followed the coolness and it was like a stream of air above the water and it led me to an opening like a miniature waterfall or small cavern.  So I peered in and saw little to frighten me and I hoisted myself up on the slabs on rocks under it and wiggled my way inside to find it was hiding a massive dwelling.

 

I was almost silly enough back then to think that this was a natural thing.  That is until I found steps leading up and followed them slowly.  They were stone carved at first.  Cold wet and almost pitch black as the further I went up the dimmer the light of the opening became.

 

I found sort of a flat perch that was big enough for me to fit on completely and stood up and looked down and around.  I had counted twenty-eight steps up that was pretty tall for me, the almost faint white opening yielded little help in revealing the size of the place as I could still not make the ceiling or top out, nor could I see where the stairs led me.

 

As I fumbled around looking, I started to get horny as was my custom on any given day.  I felt like yanking my pants down, but I wanted to be sure I was safe first, yet there was something oddly drawing me to do it without being sure and suddenly I found myself strip the purple pants off and throw them up in the air and watch them as they fell almost down to the opening.  My cock was small but all four inches were hard as steel.  My nipples were so tender and sensitive and I think it was suppose to be that when I felt of my body I got so horny that I wanted to jerk off.  I fell back on the cold wet smooth stones and began to stroke my cock and caress my nipples.  When I felt my own desires building quickly I had the wildest desire to cry out for someone to take me. 

 

In a shuttering voice tipped with sexual tones I screamed out, “Can anyone help me?  Can anyone help me cum?”  The sound of my voice echoed and as it did I felt myself release and to my true surprise I had a desire to taste it all.  I jacked it off on my belly and then used my fingers to scoop it to my mouth and as I tasted my salty cream I liked it.  I liked it so much so that the brawny taste of it was more of an attractant than anything else.  The last drop of my sperm was captured and fed to me by my own hand before I could think of a reason not to do it. 

 

I turned on my side and sort of looked up into the darkness and fiddled around with my ass for a moment before I felt a calling inside me.  It was a craving and a direction to me to come up higher.  So I crawled at first up the steps and after another twenty-eight I found myself now in the pitch black alone and on another flat pedestal like landing.  This time I could feel walls of cold wet stone on both sides and a cold breeze from below came to meet me.  I stood up and looked down and saw absolutely nothing but darkness.  So as I inches further up the stones I felt a wooden plank and then another wooden step and I marched slowly up them until I rammed my head into a wooden door. 

 

I had to feel my way to the handle and then shove with all my might to open it, but finally I managed to do so, and what was truly eerie is I kept getting this haunting desire to venture on.  The door opened and revealed a shadowy cow web lined room that was filled with junk and broken furniture.  There was a faint glow of the sun from the cracks along the top of the wall on one side that slightly lit the room.  As I began to stand I found that a pair of steps was nearly twenty feet from me and they led up to another door.  I followed them and it opened into an old rundown house.  The house had been abandoned for years.  The dirt and filth on the floor and the spider webs that were there looked untouched by time.  I found a broom and began to sweep away the webs and some of the garbage on the floor as I exited from the hallway into what at one time must have been the main entrance.  The ceiling now shabby was raised twenty feet high and the decaying staircase that swirled upward crumbled and as I spied around, it seemed this place was once a mansion.  If that was so how come I never heard of it?  No one had and when I found the main door and opened it, I realized why.

 

The front of the house opened into the heart of the woods.  A small overgrown path led into the dense thickets and huge pine trees as I spied into it.  I turned and looked back to see how large it was and as moved along the front porch I could see the trees and the dense foliage and nothing more.  I moved out a few feet from the overhang and gazed up to see the patchy white sky haloed by tress on all sides.  Then as I moved a bit further back I found the remains of an old sign, it read “Posted No Trespassing.  This House Condemned by Order of the US Marshall’s Office.”

 

Then a shock greeted my eyes, as the date on it was “November 5th 1901.”  Then I realized where I was and what I had stumbled upon.  A legend that had been told for many years said that an old civil war mansion once stood on Crow Ridge and that the owner was a murder and had killed many children in the town before the Marshall dragged him away in chains and hung him in the courtyard in town.  It was said the place was haunted and bedeviled.  It was also said that no one ever found it and though many tried some who may have found this place, never came back.

 

I began to panic and started back in the house and heading back the way I had come out.  I was still totally naked and never seemed to notice until I reach the staircase and felt the desires inside me swell instantly.  It froze me in mid step and made me look up at the once grand house and as I did I felt called to walk up the steps to the next floor.  My aching body was throbbing with a tingling desire that I can only describe as wanton lust.  As if inside I knew something pleasurable was near and desired it, or maybe I knew it desired me.

 

With each step I felt my cock harden more and erect nipples tingled madly and as I side stepped the bad sections of the staircase my ass touched the decaying wooden rails and it sent waves of joy through me.  I could feel my heart race as I neared the final steps and when I lunged over the last hurdle and was sent sprawling face forward to the ground it felt like waves of sexual lust washed over me. 

 

I crawled like a dog on my hands and knees towards the dimly lit hallway that led along the way of the second floor.  I was craving in a way I could not understand, the most of knew of sex was limited to a few petting’s or my own hands.  Now I desired something I had not seen or felt, I desired to be fucked in many ways.

 

I felt as if I had been born to tread this path and as I neared a semi open room, I found myself cooing and sighing.  I crawled through the half open door and found a bedroom long since worn away.  A dresser covered in dirt and dust was t my right and large canopy bed with the clothe worn away by time was there in front of me.  I slid slowly upon it and as the dusty mattress released its long covering into the air I felt gnawing inside me for sex like never before.

 

I began to beg outwardly and loudly, “I am here come and take me!  I am here ready for you.   Take this body now and do all that I desire.”

 

Suddenly from the darkness a figure of a man dressed in a fancy suit veered from the shadows into the light.  His face pale and his hair gray and his eyes blood shot and black starred into my soul and as he moved around me his wrinkled rough hands slid along my back and sides and to my ass.  I turned to look in his eyes at the moment he turned and took both hands to latch on my ass.  As if it were all a dream I felt his cock large and powerful enter me harshly sending a pleasurable and painful sensation through me.  I groaned aloud and almost cried out as his cock thrust deeper inside me and then retracted and reentered over and over.  His gaze held my eyes and as I watched him fuck me I begged of him to do more.

 

He said not a word but as his heated thruster began to form up a pattern and become quicker, I began to flutter my eyes when I reopened them he had vanished but his body was still in me.  I could not see him but I could feel it and was in ecstasy at the moment of climax.  My attacker did not stop after his swelling rush of liquid but rather kept on taking my ass again and again and again.  I lost all interest in time, and as he banged me harder and more often I felt a gushing from my own cock as I came.  My dick unloaded on me and the bed, and I managed to work a hand to capture some of it for my own tasting. 

 

Several more thrust of me made my own cock tingle and grow again and as he exploded for a fourth time I felt my own cock begin to pulse and seconds later a second wave erupted this time splashing me under my chin and on my chest more than the bed.  Once more I fingered it into my own mouth and after I had taken in all of it he came a fifth time.  Then he began to really get serious fucking me.  I was being rocked back and forth when all of a sudden I was lifted in mid thrust off the bed and held above it and the floor as I felt his cock deepen even more in me.  My arms flapped as did my head from the power behind my attacker’s sexual tryst with me.  When his now red hot cock began to swell once more I felt myself screaming for him to cum in my ass, which he did in such a violent way that I felt it flow as I was being bashed in mid air.  Suddenly I was tossed backwards and throw the air coming down hard on the wooden floor. 

 

The force of the action knocked me out and all I know is that when I awoke the room was black as midnight and coldly silent.  I wobbled up and being a bit woozy stumbled back towards the bed and then after resting face down for a second I began to try to see if he were near me.

 

A tingling sensation came over me just then and though it was dark, I could sense someone near me.  I took it that it was the man from before and reach out to touch him, but what I felt was cold almost stone like features and skin.  I cried out, “Are you him?”

 

In the darkness of the room a voice returned, “We are they who came before you, many are we and desire you we do.  We will see to your needs afterwards.”

 

Suddenly hands covered my entire body and I felt myself lifted and touched and fondled and tormented all at the same time.  My cock twisted madly in a painful direction and my balls were squeezed to where I ached as my nipples were gnawed by cold sharp teeth and mouths.  I felt claws grip my wrist and ankles and hands with cold fingers take my thighs and open me wide.  A mouth met mine for a second then a cock my first came popping me.  I could feel its icy cold silky tip on my lips as it was shoved in and when a hand took my head I found what it means to be face fucked.  Then came one in my ass that large and cold and it was more of pain to take in than before, yet as this event unfolded I began to grow needful of more.

 

I felt as if I drifted across the room and all through the house.  I was floating and fucking at the same time and in the pitch darkness I could see nothing at all.  The orgy of my body went until I felt ten different entries into my ass and twice that in my mouth.  Each was a different presence that I could tell, and each wet for a very long time.  When the last cock had exploded in my ass I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

 

I awoke in darkness and cold and the surface I felt was stone not wood.  I felt around and could sense steps and slowly I crawled along them downward and it was if I were being driven to do so.  Inside my heart I wanted more, but something was sending me away at that moment.  It took me such a very long time to reach the basin and see the half moonlit night.  I struggled to find the opening and I left naked flopping out and into the cool water.  I splashed in it by mistake and then on purpose as I slowly worked my way back home. 

 

It took me until the first light of dawn to reach my house.  When I did I found it dark and uninviting so I entered quietly through the back door and made my way to my bed.  I was almost crawled up in it when my mother turned over to spy me.  She was in my bed naked, drunk and looking very horny as I crawled up beside her.  She turned over and blurted out, “You finally come home from your day of playing?”

 

I sort of snuggled my cold damp body next to her for a second which woke her a bit more.  Then I cooed out, “Sorry I was late mom, I had a big day.”

 

Yes she was drunk and maybe even a bit more than normal, but suddenly her eyes lit up as the first light of day peaked in my curtain and said, “Wow you must be glad to see me or is that your thumb in my ass?”

 

I didn’t realize I was still hard, and I had been that way almost all day.  I felt her soft ass cheeks flow along my cock head as I replied, “Well you do look real pretty mom.”

She turned over and as her mouth opened mine was drawn or should I say pulled to it and a second later my cock entered her pussy fully.  I fucked her until the alarm rang, and came in her twice.  She was so hot afterwards that she called in sick and then took me to the tub to bathe and then fuck her again.  Along about noon she pulled me out the back door and onto the soft warm grass in the back yard and told me, “I want you to mount me and ride me like a horse.”

 

When I did it this was the first time I saw her as more than my mom, I almost wanted her as my wife at times during that wild sexual session.  Then after I came in her I knew why it had happened.  I felt the desire to return with her to the house in the woods. 

 

As she sucked my dick clean I began to plan how I would lure her there.  If you want to hear more, you’ll have to wait.

 

 

Memoirs of a Vampyr's Daughter

Nemus_of_Scienta187 on Supernatural Stories

      She felt her muscles bunch beneath her and felt herself on a hairline trigger, waiting for the perfect time to leap at the unsuspecting intruder. He shuffled, and she used the noise to cover her slow movement, shifting her weight so she could come down her heaviest on him. She smiled and felt herself leaping into the air, propelled by her gigantic calf muscles, time seemed to slow down and she felt herself sailing through the air towards the person below, suddenly she was on him, but there was something wrong, he had turned and grasped her by the fore arms, she felt his strength and realised too late, this wasn't a human.

 
        Using her body weight against her Eden threw the
assailant into the crypt wall opposite him, h

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e then leaped and landed with his legs straddling her body, sinking to his knees he had his teeth bared and ready to bite the figure lying under him, he felt puzzled as he heard giggling, he reached slowly to The long dark hair of his prey, pulling it back slowly he saw Erin’s familiar smile, he gasped when she poked her tongue out and giggled at Eden’s face. She had realised who she was up against as she had been thrown with such force into the wall. Eden took a second to fully work out what was going on, after he had gotten over the initial shock of seeing a familiar face he smiled at her

     “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, and he at the same time, feeling him thrust into her one more time 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.

Enslaved by Passion pt. 1

operater9000 on Supernatural Stories

Kelly was 14 and not yet blooming. Her breasts were a mere B-cup, her hips barely formed, her tummy perfectly flat. The stylish clothing of the generation was showing off everything without getting in trouble, and she did not miss the opportunity to 'fit in' with her peers. She was anything but normal, though. Kelly had a dirty little secret--she liked the thrill of bed beside her lonely daddy. When she snuck in under his covers, it was not for the chance to escape the nightmares, but instead to fulfill a few nasty fantasies.

Thought Kelly hadn't done anything so far, aside from squish her young body provocatively up against her daddy's sleeping figure until she rubbed him in just the right way and he muttered in his sleep the name of his last wife--her mother. When Kelly's mom, S

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herry, passed away, Kelly's father had lived for Kelly alone, not dating or going out at all for his own benefit. Kelly wanted to make it up to him--and she wanted to ride her forty year old daddy's cock, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if it doesn't work?"

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

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

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

"Do it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

"What? Kelly, what's wrong?"

"Bye."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ghostly Orgasms




It all started when I bought an old farmhouse dating to the late 1700's. The local folk said that it was haunted by ghost of a young woman who died there of a mysterious illness. I didn't think much of it at first.


Then strange things began to happen. When I

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was taking a shower, it felt like someone was watching me. In the middle of night I'd sometimes hear what I could swear was a woman's voice.


Then one summer night when I was sitting in my chair in the living room with a good book, I dozed off. I was awakened by a soft kiss on the lips. Startled, I quickly opened eyes to see a beautiful young woman in front of me, with straight long hair and ample breasts dressed in an outfit from the late 1700's.


I started to ask her how she got in when I noticed she wasn't entirely there. She was semi-transparent and slightly pale-looking. Then she spoke to me a very beautiful voice.


“Out everyone who's lived here, you're my favorite!” Then she kissed me again, with a deep, wet kiss. “I'm in love with you”, she said.


Then she stood up without another word and began undressing. First, she undid her bonnet, then she took off her shoes and stockings. Next, she took off her dress, exposing her beautiful breasts. Finally, she removed her panties.


Needless to say, I was quite taken aback by all of this. I sat rigid in my seat, astonished. I also began to get a massive boner.


She quickly crossed over to me, french-kissed me (which I returned, amazed I could feel her and interact with her as if she were living) and then pulled my boxers off me with one swift motion. “ I died a virgin and I've been waiting for the right man” she said. “Would you help me out” she asked?


I could only nod in agreement. She then started giving me a blowjob. Damn if it wasn't the best one I ever had. Soon I was close to blowing my load. I exclaimed: “I can't believe I'm going to cum in a ghost's mouth!” Then I did, and she swallowed every drop.


She continued licking and sucking my now limp dick until I was hard again. Then she mounted me, slowly enveloping my swollen member until I took her virginity. After pausing for a moment, she began rapidly riding me with abandon.


She started moaning: “Ohhhhh! Oh my God! Ooooo! Oooo-yeah! Ahhhh. Oh-yeah!” I soon joined her with my own ooo's and ah's. I played with her breasts as she rode me, stroked my fingers through her long hair and also through her full bush.


After a while, we both close to cumming and she started riding me even faster. We both came together, her orgasms milking my cock dry. My mind went wild as I shot my seed deep into her ghostly body. As our orgasms subsided, she milked every last drop of cum out of my balls with her vaginal muscles.

After words, I realized that I had never had an orgasm like it. This ghost was my best lover ever. I had trouble wrapping my mind around that fact!


When we both had regained our composure she gave me a tight embrace, a deep, wet kiss and thanked me sweetly. Then she got up off of me and my cock sprang out of her with a loud “pop”. As she disappeared back into the darkness from which she came, I asked for her name. A ghostly voice replied: “Emily Shannon Stuart.”


After that night, I never saw the ghost of Emily again (she must have accomplished her purpose), but I keep hoping that I will!


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How I would describe my life now, wonderful I would say. I don’t miss of anything, money, power, popularity and women. I got everything that a man would dream of. That’s right, if I want something, it’s given to me right now, even today, people who knew from before ask me how did it all happen, what is the secret to my transformation, I simply tell them “I just be myself”, it leaves my friends confused and sometimes, I think that they don’t even deserve hanging out with me….Why would I say that, simply, before all this fun, I was the donkey of the group, the one you would never want to be like, and I’m not kidding either. Why, maybe it’s best if I tell u

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how I went from loser to idol.

 

I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

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Conspiracy



While Sapni’s was in Grammasi , Nihal in the temple of Gawara Nihal had decided to kill Sapni when she returned from Grammasi. He saw her as a hurdle in his quest for power because he allied himself with the soldiers of Rikakiani Temple’s Pandit who want to control Gawara temple the centre of power, Sapni was in the way

“Get me a horse” She commands. A horse was given an she ro

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All the temples which were in the control of the Pandit fell in the hands of Sapni. She created three parallel armies. The Raja’s soldiers, the bandits and the Pandits private army.

Sapni relunctantly ruled not like an empress but like a goddess blessed with tremendous power and wealth. She missed the life she had lived, like the nymphomaniac whore wife she was, she missed the time when she

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A few days afterward the Sardar came to pray forgiveness from Sapni. He had come earlier in the day in disguise but she was not at the temple.

“You and your men will serve only me and do what I say”

“Anything, your wish is my command” the Sardar said and left. Nihal brought a young man a woman around her age. Their eyes were red after hours of weeping.

“I’ve what you told me these are the on

The Adventures of Susie QT - Episode 1 Suzie and the Space Pirates

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A Starship smuggler in the future finds life harder than he imagined when his sex syborg is destroyed and his only replacement sex syborg looks like a 7 year old girl.

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The mysterious man came close to Sapni.

“Devi, I used to be one of the Pandit’s general my name is Nihal. The Pandit had made me responsible to set up his rule over all other temples and set up the men of his choice as Pandits.The sardar was very good source of income for him and you told him, he would fail, the pandit never said that to him and to the others”

“I know and that is why see me he

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When Sapni stood still looking ahead of her, the supersticious guards dropped their swords and spears, Raja Davinder who just then had finished his prayers also saw this was taken aback and kneeled down before Sapni. The mysterious disappearance of the Pandit and a strange woman standing right near where he was had never seen anymore was terrifying. Witness to this were also the holy men of t

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The Pandit’s challenge



Sapni never thought the lie she told to Gujra would not be one. She had arrived at the temple a bit earlier than usual time. A large gang of black clad horsemen stopped at the temple. Sapni was waing sitting on the sidewall of the main entrance of inner portion of the temple, where all the gods and goddesses were. No words were exchanged between the pandit, the rang th

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As she wandered expectantly in the night found some more men, they were rough but not violent, she did not count how many but let them do as they pleased with her. This was a much larger group and screwed her till the next morning. They did more than just fuck they filled her mouth with their shit and pissed all over her. She was disgusted then completely enthralled. When the men stopped the sat

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Fertility woes



At the Temple Gawara several gods and goddesses were worshipped. Married women prayed to have children. There was one such woman Sapni, she was married for two years to Gujra who sold vegetables on a push cart through the narrow streets. Sapni and she come to the temple several times. Gujra thretened if she did not have child he would throw her out. Gujra was

Year of the Beast: Cassandra's Story, Part 1

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"Miss Radcliffe, you are tresspassing on private property!" That Bastard Sean Williamson shouts at me through a megaphone. Just because the man runs a logging company, dosen't mean he rules the forests.

"This tree is hundreds of years old, you can't just tear it down!" I shout at him, struggling against two burly loggers.

"What we are doing is completely within the law," Sean says, making me glare at him.

"Maybe the laws of man, but not the laws of nature!" I shout.

"My offer still stands, all you have to do to save this tree, is fuck with me," Sean says, and I growl.

"Not if you where the last man on earth," I say.

"Suit yourself," Sean says, and nods to one of the loggers, who dri

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ves his knee right into my chest, knocking the air out of me, and making me fall to the ground gasping for breath.

"Stupid tree-huggers, when will they ever learn?" the Logger says, and laughs as they move over to cut down the tree.

That bastard, he'll never respect nature like he should, I think, and suddenly hear a voice from behind me.

"Cassandra, if you want to stop them, follow the sound of my voice," it says in a strange, femminine way. I look around, not seeing anyone else, I head deeper into the forest.


I follow the strange voice deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally I reach a cave, when I enter, I see a large pool of water at one end with a beautiful waterfall.

Seated on a rock below the waterfall was a beautiful woman, she had long brown hair that cascaded over her body, but that barely covered her nudity, she had breasts that had to be at least 36D, huge compared to my meager B-cup, and a neatly trimmed pussy with only a short strip of pubic hair.

"Isn't it kind of dangerous to hang around here naked?" I ask, not seeing any clothing around.

"True, but I find clothing too, unnatural," the woman says.

"Was it you that was calling to me?" I ask, recognizing the voice.

"Yes, I am Gaea, the Goddess of Nature," the woman says, and I gasp.

A Goddess? What's she doing here? I think. "How do I know your what you say?"

The woman sighs, and makes a motion, from the woods emerges a silver wolf, who kneels before her.

"This is a special wolf, his name is Felix, he's my trusted companion and pet," Gaea says. "I have seen how much you want for revenge for how humans have destroyed nature, and I am going to give you a chance."

"How?" I ask.

"I am ready to start over, but to do that, I must give those humans who deserve it, the ability to spread the seed of the beast," Gaea says. "Once infected, any human becomes an animal. And then the world can start anew. Are you willing to do this, Cassandra? You certainly seem worthy enough."

"I'll do anything," I say, and Gaea nods.

"Felix will help you," she says, and vanishes.

Felix looks at me, I shudder, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Are you really willing to do this?" He asks in a voice that is more like a growl.

"Yes, I'll do anything," I say.

"Then remove your human clothing, you no longer have a need for them," he says, and I nod, stripping off my clothing, revealing my small breasts and shaven pussy. "Now, get on your hands and knees, girl!"

He's gonna fuck me doggie-style, I think, and then remember that of course he's a wolf, so that comes natural for him. I do as he says, as I bend over, he positions himself behind me, pressing his huge cock right at my pussy.

"Last chance, human," Felix growls.

"Do it," I say to him. I let out a scream as he rams into my pussy with his cock, but it soon turns into a moan of pleasure as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me, his claws piercing my skin as I feel him thrust even harder into me.

I hadn't ever really been turned on by the thought of being fucked by a man, it seemed weird, but this seemed more, natural, more enjoyable, despite the fact that it was a little painfull as his huge wolf cock penetrates my tight pussy.

The more he thrusts into me, the more I feel a burning. It starts in my pussy, and then spreads to every inch of my body. When he finally cums deep into my pussy, I actually howl instead of scream.

He pulls out, and dissapears into the forest, leaving me retching.

I look down at my hands in shock, my fingers where shrinking into little stubs as I fall to my hands and feet as my bones rearrange into the skeleton of a wolf. Fur grow from every pore of my body except my pussy, and my tailbone elongates to form a tail. My nose and mouth fuse together to form a snout, and my teeth elongate, forming fangs. My ears move up my head and become more pointed, I hold my head back and let out a howl.

Gone is the human, all that remains is the beast, and she will reign in this forest forevermore.


A few days later, back in the logging camp, Sean is sitting at a campfire with some of the workers.

"Hey, we haven't seen that Cassandra bitch in days, I wonder where she went off to," one of the workers says.

"Not to mention half of the other workers," another says.

"Ahh, who cares, she's not around to bug us about the trees, and there's a few less men to pay," Sean says, and stands up, heading towards the forest. "I gotta go take a piss, be back in a few."


I've been hiding in the forest for the past few days, sneaking into the camp only to take some of the loggers and make them into wolves, the chief servants of Gaea.

Now I see Sean standing by a tree, unzipping his pants, and relieving himself, I wait for a second to let him finish, and then pounce, knocking the company man to the ground. I tear off his clothing with my long sharp claws, and grin in my wolvish way.

"Still want me, bastard?" I say, and his eyes widen.

"Cassandra?" He gasps, and I impale myself on his now hard cock.

I thrust onto him harder and harder, hearing him grunt and groan I laugh.

"Its payback, you bastard, payback from nature, soon you shall serve Mother Gaea!" I say, and feel him cum deep inside me while I let out a howl, soon he joins me, and a new wolf howls at night.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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“Want a change of subject?” Samantha asked.



“No, but I think the things I want and the things I need right now are very far apart from each other, so shoot,” Mark said.



“What just happened? One moment there I am having the best sex of my life and the next I’m surrounded by nothing and I hear your voice telling me to return to my body, what’s up with that?” she said.



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