Showing posts with label Erotic Horror. Show all posts
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Demon Surrogates

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. Any names referenced in its writing that bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. I only hope that more is written about male pregnancy/transgender pregnancy. Thank You and Enjoy.


Demon Surrogates


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



THE END

Evil John birth day

All charters are 18 years old.
As the night began June a female cop was out driving around. Look for trouble. Edda the last demon girl was with her. Her Bose called over the radio. Hey June can u head over to the video store a teen male was shoplifting and we need to find him. Ok June said but it will be my last call tonight I on vacation next week. Ok the man said. When they turn down the ally mark a skinny looking nerd was walk down slowly hold a few DVDs in his hands. As the cop car past him by. Edda golden necklace had a small compass that point a small lazer light at the teen back.  June hit her brakes hard. Stop the cop car. Great said the teen boy. Edda look at the golden compass and said no way him. She look back at the nerdy boy. June pick up her radio and spoke. Sorry boss I don’t see anyone out tonight. Her boss got on o well look like the teen got some free porn tonight enjoy ur vacation June see u in two weeks. She got out and pointed her flash light. Hey who boy come here. Mark the young male who just turned 18 walk over to her. She grab the videos from him and flip threw them. Not a bad choice she saids but mine she flash her big tits at him. Mine are real. Mark fainted. Edda laugh out load. No fucking way. June just grin evil. She pick up her cell phone. Hey Cross we found the host. Really u found him at last after a million years of searching for the perfect male specimen June. See June said that was ur mistake did u look for a nerd she snap and sent her his picture. No way Cross said. I send my witch. Boom a orange fog appeared a second latter. Pumpkims a small teen girl was wearing a evil cat shirt and a blood stained skirt. With candy cane socks. And some flip flops. Her blonde and black laces hair was cut short as she skip over to them. She grab the phone and look at the compass. Yep Cross she said sucking on a sucker. It him alright. Cross spoke in firm manner. You know what to door. Yep pumpkims said she snap her fingers and a dark evil book appeared in her hand. Edda spoke it that the book of the demon world. Yep now let go over their in the old garage so not unwanted eyes can see the horror that about to happen. Fist we need a few things. The first is a sacrifice a hot female a hooker will do just fine. Second a offering that will be you she pointed at June. What me what kind of a offering relax it just sex the deal must be sealed with a orgasm an look to me u need a fuck ur so up tight. If I were u pumpkims I watch my mouth u little. Witch pumpkims wave her broom at her and laugh. The third Edda said. A good camera to film the hole thing for Cross. Fine I get the hook June walk out. Hello Wanda. Male or female officer June. the one female who rated to my boss on you. Wanda said yes I know the one I send her ur way. And June. Yes June said. Enjoy and thanks Wanda said. After 30 mins June returned with a white hooker named starlight a tall red head. She was wear a red dress that was veal crowed on. She walk in and saw an nerdy teen male tied on the hood of a police car. June was slipping on  a black robe. And a small orange hair girl was helping Edda set a video camera. She look a round the room. It bigger then it look from the outside and warmer too said the hooker.Now what ur delight tonight. A light came on an the evil book turned it self into a dark black bed. A hood nude mask black man was their standing in front of it his foot long cock swaying between his legs. His dark sun glasses covering his red glowing eyes. His body was rip like a body builder who won many awards. Starlight lick her lips and said to her self please let this slut let me fuck him tonight might have to do him for free. Ok girls so what need to be done her tonight. The man by the bed. See this teen boy like to watch. Let make him happy alright. Mark the 18 year old male jerk a little at her. Ok that will be 100 dollars for the boy. As for the stud over their what his wants tonight. Edda spoke again. Let see a blow job for starters, pussy no condom please, and kissing lot of kissing. Starlight was undressing her 36 c breast were making mark eye’s pop out of his head. Then her red pussy hairs made his cock hard. And her stockings made a tear come from the teen male eye’s . starlight spoke. Ok that’s, not wanting to lose the jog. 400 more. Fine June said counting her money. BUT that film she pointed at pumpkims will be 500 also. Fine pumpkims pulled out her billfold and hand her money and so did June. O said pumpkims it also master and slave and ur the slave. Fine said starlight bend over to kiss the small girl. That will be more. She pulled out all pumpkims money from her billfold. And put it in her handbag.She look at the camera any lines my dear. Yes hi this is starlight and welcome to evil sex I offer my self as a offering. After the red light goes on. Well honey starlight pointed at her purse. June said I got it. She threw a few more 100 dollar bills in it. Ready 1,2,3 go, the bed glowed red in color. And the black man stood ready. Hi and welcome to evil sex. I am starlight watch me sacrifice my pussy on this huge black cock for ur viewing pleasure tonight . She wink at June and walk over to the huge mask black man. He spoke  it a deep voice. ON UR KNEES SLAVE. Yes master starlight said. She got down on her knee’s. OPEN UR MOUTH AND SUCK ON MY HUGE DICK TO UR DOOM. Yes my master starlight said. Mmm so big she said sucking on his huge cock. God u my tight little pussy master. She deep throat his cock as far down her throat as she could. YES. Spoke the evil man pulling her up by her nipple’s. Ahh yes starlight climed on top of him. She grip his huge chest and took his huge cock and put it in her pussy. YES I LOVE UR BIG DICK. Ahh she moaned out. YES SO FUCKING BIG MASTER AHH. She stick her tongue in his mouth. He grab her ass and was ramming his huge cock hard in her pussy. Her sweat was drip of her. SO FUCKING HOT AHH. After 5 mins her body’s was steaming. FUCK I AM BURNING UP AHH. She was not able to stop her riding his cock a red light was coming off her  YES I CUMING MASTER I CUMING.Her orgasm was near as her breast flap way like a bouncing ball. THE EVIL BLACK MAN YELLED AS HE CUM DEEP IN THE GIRL. Her last Blood Curdling Scream was herd. As she bust into flames as the evil book closed. And green circle appeared. From golden necklace and door rose  from it on the floor.  as it open a dark mass was their look at the 18 year old male tied down the ball in his mouth fell out. As he screamed out and the demon entered in it. The rope rip off him as he struggle hold his throat. Soon he stop eyes wide open. Now it ur turn pumpkims pointing the camera at her. She saw the teen body changing in front of her first. He grew a full 4 ft now he is 10 feet tall. His chest was rip like champion body builder who never lost. His cock grew two feet long. Two horns grew from his head. 20 feet bat wing came from his back. His feet look like loins paws. And a 12 foot long tail came front his legs with a changing tip that was from penis to a 3 foot sword. She took of her robes. June was a 7 feet tall long black hair women who love evil tattoos she had s huge skull on her back with two cobras come from it eyes. Her pussy hair were in the shape of an evil face complete with an evil grin. She touch her huge 36 dds breast. She was rubing some baby oil on her pussy as she walk over to him. She took his cock deep in side her pussy. Shit so big. She was riding him on her hood. Yes fuck me. She look in her car pumpkims was their filming her threw the wind shield. Ahh u mother fuckers. U like me fucking his big coke just look at my huge flap breast se said I bet u wish u were here now boys she was nearly jumping on his cock. The beast grab her breast hard turning them purple. Ahh June yelled out as he kiss her. O GOD SHE SCREAM OUT AS SHE ORGASM.  Roar came from the teen. As he threw June on the floor. I am JOHN ROAR THE DEMON. He look at his gold pocket watch. Only 30 years is left till he has to go back to the demon hell.So who do I have to thanks he was going threw starlight purse. He pulled out her  cards an evil machine appeared. As spit of a nice pile of cash. That a told of 60,000. Not bad he look at Edda and gave her 30,000, get me a big jeep sister. She node at took off. Now he took the camera and pointed it pumpkims. Who was undressing her self. Her tight teen body was wet . As she crawled over. And was giving him a blow job. His evil tail change it tip to a steel 9 inch penis that spring in to action. It drive deep in her 18 year old pussy. Ahh she moaned a little as she suck his coke as his evil tail fuck her till she orgasm as a green light came off her. She was more power with her magic. Thanks my lord she said standing ageist the wall as he was rubbing her flat chest he pulled out 5000 dollar and told her to get a boob job. He smack her pussy with his hand. Easy john. Why he said as his snake tongue came out and  her nipple with two evil jackolantern piercings. He knelt down and kiss her pussy clit she yelled out ouch as he left his evil gold piercing on her pussy clit. Their now u bare my mark my little witch I will fuck u again soon now take June home. A few mins latter Edda pulled up john it time to go home.
The end?

The Vampire Next Door

Note: The following story is a work of fiction.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

The Hitch-Hiker

1.45 AM, on a Wednesday morning. Not my favourite time to finish work but, the new server was up and running and I didn’t have to be back in until 2 PM, this afternoon.
I drove at a leisurely pace, well aware of the many speed cameras along this stretch of the A12, my only fellow road users were Dutch and Polish Lorries on their way to Harwich or Felixstowe. I was singing along to an old Beatles song on the radio, when I saw her walking alongside the road.
She looked beautiful. Mid 20’s, at a guess. She had a slim waif like body and wearing an old fashioned hippy afghan coat. Her face looked unearthly and ethereal; a consequence of the cool night air and the yellow sodium street lights. I pulled over beside her and opened the window. “Hi. Are you OK? Do you want a lift somewhere?” She smiled and wordlessly got into my car.
In the overhead light I could see she had a lovely shock of auburn hair framing a heart-shaped face and delicate Elvin features. “You know, it’s very late. It’s not safe to hitch, especially here. We must be half a mile from the nearest house” Her hand reached out and rested on mine. Once again she smiled at me, but didn’t say a word. A truck whistled past, barely clearing my wing mirror. This wasn’t a good place to park.
I put the car in gear and started to move off “So, where are you headed? I turn off in a few miles. I go up the A133 toward Clacton. I could take you home if it’s not too far out of the way” No answer, the car was silent except for the sound of the purring engine “Shall I turn the radio up?” She shook her head, and then she indicated the slip road for the A120 and spoke for the first time “Here”
You want me to turn off here? Ok, how far are we going? Coggeshall? Braintree? You’re not heading for Stanstead, are you?” “No. Turn here”
I followed the road for 3 more miles in silence, until we reached a lay-by, screened by trees from the main road, just past Coggeshall. “Here. Turn in” she said
We pulled in to an utterly dark lay-by. No streetlights made it through the trees. When I turned off the engine there was only the light from the muted radio, and the moon. Her hand grabbed my leg and ran up my thigh “Emm; you don’t need to do this. I didn’t pick you up for sex. I just thought you needed……………..” Her mouth covered mine. Her hand was in my crotch kneading my rapidly expanding erection. She climbed over the gear stick and put her knee between my legs. Her hungry lips seized mine and she urgently started to remove her coat. She shrugged it off and threw it on the passenger seat. Her blouse soon followed and her bra too. She grabbed my head and forced my face down to her chest.
I started to gently kiss and lick her nipples and she started to gasp and moan. She seemed desperate for sex, a ravenous nymph. She pulled her nipple away from my mouth and her hands fumbled at my belt buckle and trousers. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now” “Hold on a minute” I said, “hold on. STOP” Her hand stopped trying to pull my trousers down. A few seconds passed as I gathered my confused thoughts. “Look, I stopped because I thought you needed a lift. Nothing else. You are very beautiful and I would love to make love to you, but this is just so….. Sordid” “You don’t want to fuck me?” she asked. She seemed sad, almost distessed. “No. Yes… but let’s be nice to each other. I can take you back to my flat; we could have a drink, talk a little” “No" she spoke bitterly "It has to be here”
“I could take you home afterwards or you could stay the night” I pleaded “No, it has to be here. Now. I feel alive here”. I glanced around at the lay-by. On one side was a farmer’s field. On the other side was the Coggeshall road. Not my idea of a romantic spot. But..... “Ok” I said, “if you want, but just a bit slower, OK?” I lowered the passenger seat and laid her back. My hand slid up her tummy and gathered her small breast, brushing her nipple with my thumb. Her skin was cold in the morning air, and I turned the heating on. I leaned over her to kiss her lips passionately as my hands started to slowly undo her jeans. She had gone from ravenous wolf to passive doe in a few minutes, but I could feel her passion still bubbling under the surface as her tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed mine. She lifted her bottom, to help me take off her jeans and I could see a wild tangle of red pubes covering her pudenda. I slid my hand through the wiry bush and she parted her legs to allow me access to her wet, slippery hole.
I moistened my middle finger in her pussy and ran it over the hardened bud of her clitoris. She moaned and lifted one leg, placing her foot on the dashboard opening her labia wider still. My tongue traced a path down here body, kissing her neck, lingering on the erect bud of one nipple. Slowly I traced a path over her perfect flat tummy; delving into her pretty navel. I lingered on her bush, inhaling the heady erotic aroma of sweat and sex pheromones and something..... earthy. I moved lower. My tongue flicked over her clit, and I felt her muscles tighten in her womb. I moved lower my tongue delved into her vagina and I moved my left hand over her bush, middle finger now massaging her clit I could feel her enjoyment as her pussy and tummy muscles began to clench. My right hand went under her buttocks and I began to work my index finger into her vagina. She moaned and her pussy muscles grabbed my finger. “Please” she said “fuck me now” I could not refuse a lady. I grabbed a condom from my glove compartment and awkwardly mounted her on the passenger seat. Her pussy was gloriously wet, slippery and tight. I could feel her stomach muscles rippling beneath me and she started to make ‘hunnnnh hunnnnh’ noises. As she came, her orgasm was beautiful to behold; it was glorious, reckless, loud, wild and unrestrained. Her reaction tipped me over the edge and I felt a small piece of heaven as I ejaculated uncontrollably. I lay over her, kissing her lips and enjoying the moment.
“You are gorgeous, utterly utterly gorgeous. I want to see you again. This cant end here” I moved to allow her some room. I reached down to retrieve my trousers. At some point I had lost my mobile phone. I looked under the driver’s seat and soon found it. Coming up, I said “Look, I don’t even know your….” She had gone I had not even heard the car door I drove along the road… a mile left. I turned around and drove a mile in the other direction and stopped to think. She must have walked into Coggeshall, or gone across the field. Dejectedly, I drove home.
It was three months before I saw her again. I was browsing Yahoo News, on the internet, and recognised her beautiful Elvin face and the copper coloured hair, immediately. She was on yahoo News, with the headline: ‘Body found in Essex field’ ‘The body of a 26 year old girl has been found in a shallow gave, in a farmers field, 42 years after she was first reported missing. The girl has been identified as Sarah-Ann Carter, who disappeared after attending the Isle of Wight festival in 1969. The Discovery has rocked the community in the sleepy village of Coggeshall, Essex…..

Perryn and Chris (Part 1)

Blood.

Blood on the walls, the ceiling, the windows, the sheets. The average human carries one and a half gallons of blood in their body, and thats what's covering everything. One point five gallons.

"Chris..."

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

"Chris..."

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

"Chris...!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's staring back at me.

Nightmare lust-part-1

The hooks on my back tore off my back and was upside down held up by the hooks in my genitals. Instead of blood coming out from balls strangely enough it cum again. When body’s weight tore my genitals again was not bleeding it was cum spraying from everywhere – this dream had altered everything real. I splash into round cesspool, swim to its edge as I get on the side, there were people who were not there before. Men had their dicks at my face. I quickly start sucking them, they were pissing in my mouth. A woman had her ass there and was shitting in the cesspool, pulls me by my ears and stuffs her shit into my mouth. I pull her down into the cess pool head down and fuck her. I turned to suck - I find a pair of balls, the cock was not there, it was cut off. Cum and piss were coming out through that hole. I move the woman away and climb out of the cess pool. When I was out everyone who was out of the cess pool dive into it.
I walked away at a distance from the cess pool I see a large empty cage with an open door. It could be real, at the same time not be. the door had self-locking mechanism, once closed could only be opened from inside. I get inside the cage close the doo.r The floor beneath the cage starts moving away and a hook holding the cage takes downwards into a dimly lit basement.
As I had learnt from all that what had happening to me, I knew I wound find plenty of dicks to suck and get fucked by. Surely enough it took only some time and I was sucking dicks coming through the narrow bars. I am pulled up my ass was fucked and turned to one side of the cage my cock was being sucked. Someone grabbed my balls and squeezed them through narrow bars. My balls were viciously squeezed by the hand which had grabbed them. I wanted it to stop yet again not stop, it was too much fun.
The scene fades away and find myself awake naked on my bed. I was wet. I was certain I was woken up. I get up from my bed and go in to shower. It was not water it was piss, vomit, liquified shit which was pouring down. Although I was enjoying it, I run out of my flat, run upstairs I was on that roof again (that I will explain in the second part), People were pissing and shitting and puking in a funnel which war right over bathroom…The men I looked admiringly I seduced them into fucking me hard. They took me away from the roof. For days I was with them, theyfucked during the nights. Found some more of them. Released returned to my flat, the paper said "slut kidnapped presumed dead" I was free to be with them. My cock exploded with joy!

Nothing Left

The room was stark and bleak, yet the air seemed warm. A little too warm it seemed for the the absence of anything resembling a source of the heat. The floor boards were raw, unstained, and looked like they had been fervently scrubbed many times over. Alone in the middle of the room was a large bed with four rusty bed posts. The girl was still shaking from the scalding bath she had just endured from the cold blank elderly blind women. After the searing bath she had been lead naked to this room and locked inside. The girl approached the bed with apprehension. It seemed a little too inviting. The mattress was covered with a blood red satin sheet that shimmered in the dark lighting of the room. She reached out, her hand still trembling, and felt the covering. It was so smooth and fine. It felt like warm butter as her hand slid gently across it. Cautiously she lowered her naked body down upon it. The girl felt the the warm sheet slide across the back side of her exposed thigh. There was only one pillow and the girl instinctively reached out for it as if the comfort it could bring would change everything she had been through. The girl hugged the pillow to her breast and stroked her face across it like a little girl with her favorite teddy bear that would make all the bad things go away. Her eyes grew heavy as she spread her body across the mattress as she lapsed into something between sleep and dream.

She never fully regained consciousness when she felt the small soft hand slide across the back of her calf. The girl couldn't remember how much time had passed since the bath, and her strange acceptance of the warm soft bed. The small hand continued to slide slowly and gently up her leg. The girl's legs were slightly apart and she was laying face down with her head turned to one side, half buried in the pillow she was clutching. As the hand slid upward it arched downward between her legs just above her knee. Her head seemed to swim in an ocean of half inky consciousness that she could not shake away. Her actions were dictated by the small soft hand that slowly glided up and between her legs. She instantly, with total absence of free will, ever so slightly, was bending one leg, opening the gap between her legs. Her pelvis pushed upward just a little as if, on its own, to invite the hand to continue. Why was she doing this? The girl thought. Why could she not bring herself fully awake. She wanted to sit up to see who belonged to this strange touch that seemed to dictate her every movement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The young girl dropped the girl's head on to the pillow and stood. The girl watched as orgasm dribbled down the inside of the young girl's thigh. The small girl hissed “Now I m done with you, and there's only one more thing I want.” Like a blur of darkness the small ghastly girl dropped to her knees and sank her needle sharp teeth in the girl's throat. The older girl's body was paralyzed as she felt the little girl feed from her jugular vein. She could feel something warm spray across her chest as the young girl gnawed at her flesh. The room began to spin and turn dark as the older girl's last breath escaped between her lips.

Brother and Sister


Police and dogs, they all came, but they found nothing. Of course I was a person of interest, but they found nothing, only a backpack found several miles into another state. It is so fun to watch local law enforcement running around, looking for the lost.

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

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

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

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

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

“Justin is it?” I call out.

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

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

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

He shrugs.

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

“You miss your sister.”

The boy nods his head yes.

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” He responds in a meek tone.

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

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

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

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

‘Good.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later in the week…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Christina…Christina.”

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

“Christina!” yells.

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

“I came to find you.”

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

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

“She ate us! She’s digesting us!”

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

“How? Were dead!”

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

“We will?” The girl asks.

“We will.”

The boy embraces his sister.
“Ughhhh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stands, and Christina starts,

“Why…I trusted you!”

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” Christina asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End