Aunt Phoebe’s Masturbatorium Ch. 07
Julie’s left hand immediately grasped the base of his shaft while her right hand continued to stroke him with hard, rapid movements. She moved her head back slightly and to the left in order to get a better view of his orgasm.
“Catch it! Catch it!” she screamed, as I watched Craig’s entire body freeze under the girl’s insistent tugging.
The first spurt of semen shot out so fast that it startled everyone, especially Julie.
“Hurry! You have to catch it!” she laughed as her hands brought forth the second eruption of hot cream.
This time the trajectory of the cumshot was much higher and had drifted to the right. Sylvie was there.
“Got it!” she exclaimed, as the sperm hit the rim of her glass first before collecting in a pool at the bottom.
Julie was overjoyed at seeing all three of us jockeying for position with our wineglasses extended before us, trying to anticipate when the next load of sperm was going to be fired.
“Oh, God!” Craig cried as two huge ropes of sperm followed one upon the other.
I somehow managed to outmaneuver Juliette, and caught the first of these ejaculations head on into my glass. I had to quickly move my glass into vertical position to prevent the cum from dripping out, but I succeeded in doing it. Juliette, who watched as the bulk of Craig’s offering landed on her arm, leaving only a modest amount in her glass, captured the next spurt.
“Another one!” she demanded.
As if in obeisance to her command, Craig’s cock reared back and fired off another thick and creamy salvo right at her, which she successfully trapped in her glass.
“Ha!” she laughed as she looked down into the glass. It was half full.
Craig continued to shoot his sperm at us, sometimes high into the air where we had to fight each other to get at it. One jet of semen was completely trapped in Sylvie’s glass, thanks to her quick maneuvering. This was followed by a succession of spurts that were fired off at random, some of which I managed to catch, but most of which Sylvie’s agile hands succeeded in obtaining. Juliette caught the final stringy load. All of us laughed as we watched the bulk of it splash onto the outside of her glass and dribble down onto her fingers. Craig was completely spent, but Julie was absolutely enervated.
“Look at my hands!” she said, as she raised them up for us to see. “You had a lot of stuff inside you, Craig!”
“I guess so,” he replied breathing fast.
Sylvie handed her a napkin. “You were superb!” she said.
“Absolutely!” I added.
“Okay, you were good,” Juliette said begrudgingly.
Receiving such praise from us put Julie in a very happy mood. She carefully wiped the sperm from her hands with the napkin and then retreated to the bathroom to further clean up. The three of us looked into each other’s glasses, curious to see which one of us had caught the most sperm.
“I guess you win,” I said to Sylvie, seeing her glass almost completely full.
“You played very well,” she replied. “You almost got as much as me.”
Juliette looked disappointed. “I only caught one load. But if my sister had pointed his cock more toward me…”
“Don’t start,” Julie shouted from the bathroom. “You had as much chance as they did.”
“No arguments, please,” Sylvie warned them. “The game was played fair and square.”
Sylvie and Juliette soon joined Julie in the bathroom to remove traces of semen that had struck their clothing or hands. I had, however, miraculously remained unscathed.
“I think we better be going,” I said to Craig, as I watched him clean his prick with a napkin.
“Yeah, it is getting kind of late.”
He quickly dressed and then poured himself a glass of water. He took one sip and smiled. I hadn’t realized that I was staring at him the whole time.
“Something wrong, Holly?”
“I would like you to be my champion at the ‘Long Shots’ contest,” I told him.
He smiled again and took another sip. “I’m your man,” he said.
************
After Craig and I said goodbye to Sylvie and the twins, he drove me home as promised. I had a chance to learn a little about him during our hour-long drive, and the more I heard, the more I knew I had made the right choice in making him my champion.
“So you were married to her for how long?” I asked him.
“Six months,” he replied.
“What happened?”
“Cheryl was a great girl, but the marriage just didn’t take.”
“Was it true what you said about your penis being too big for her?”
“That was part of it, but the truth is we just rushed into it before we had a chance to really get to know each other. I guess that happens to a lot of people.”
“I guess so,” I replied. “But I wonder if we ever really do know people as well as we think.”
He shrugged. “Probably not.”
Craig seemed not to want to talk about this aspect of his life so I changed the subject. In due course he told me all about his experiences with the EJAX-472 drug: how it had changed his life and how it had led him, inadvertently, to me.
“I know I did a stupid thing by taking that damned illegal drug,” he said. “But as weird as it sounds, it opened up a whole new world for me. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
I chuckled softly. “I guess I should be grateful for your stupidity.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “The one time when my ‘other’ head made the right choice. But I don’t want you to think I usually make decisions that way.”
“Well, Dr. Swensen must have seen something in you for her to take you on this trip. And your friend Barney too.”
He smiled. “Some people might think she was using me and him like guinea pigs. You know, like pitting us against your aunt Phoebe’s studs in order to rack up some new statistics. But Christiana’s not like that. She actually invited Barney and I to come along because it was her way of saying ‘thank you’ for helping her with her experiment. She wanted us to enjoy ourselves.”
“That was very nice of her,” I said. “It’s too bad she had to leave. She seems like a very fascinating person.”
“She’s a great lady,” he emphasized. “Maybe one of these days you could visit me in Stockholm. I’m sure she’d love to see you again. Not to mention me, of course.”
“I’d love to,” I replied. “Speaking of your friend, Barney…where is he anyway?”
“He has family living here in Paris so he’s staying with them. Mostly he hangs out with me at the hotel though.”
“Do you think he’s going to compete in the ‘Long Shots’ contest?”
“I don’t know. He hasn’t said that much about it. Why?”
“Why?” I asked, surprised. “Because he stands a good chance of winning. Both of you do. And there is a lot of money involved, too. He’d be crazy not to enter.”
“Barney is a great guy but he’s not always forthcoming. I’ll ask him tonight when I see him.”
Craig’s mouth dropped open when we reached the top of the hill overlooking my aunt’s estate and surrounding vineyards. The vast stretch of cultivated lawns and gardens loomed before us like an imposing patchwork of emerald green framed beneath the vista of a cloudless, crimson sky, within which stood the magical fairytale castle of the proud Anjou family.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “It that it? Is that your aunt’s estate?”
“I know!” I laughed aloud. “I can hardly believe it myself. It’s like living in Disneyland.”
“You know, the last time I was here it was late at night and I couldn’t see much. Man, was I missing the picture or what?”
“Well, my dear Craig, you’ll be getting to see a lot of this place in a few days. Training for the contest begins next week.”
He let out a loud whoop. “I can’t wait! And you’re going to be training me, right?”
“I’ll be your principal trainer,” I said. “But I will also have other women to assist me.”
He seemed to like this idea immensely. “The more hands the merrier!”
As we drove up to the front entrance I saw my cousin ride by on Antares. I thought she might stop to greet us as we approached the front gate, but she ignored us and rode off toward the coral.
“That was Angelique, wasn’t it?” Craig asked.
“That was her.”
“She didn’t look too happy.”
If I had only known about the schemes my cousin was clandestinely hatching at that moment I would never have mistaken her taciturn appearance for anything but the arrogant scowl it really was.
“We had a falling out,” I said, as I watched her and her mount vanish behind the tall hedges. “This is her way of punishing me.”
“Maybe you could try talking to her.”
“I intend to. But I don’t think it’s going to change anything.”
“You never know,” he said. “She is family after all.”
“Yes, she is,” I concluded, dismally.
He took his right hand off the wheel and placed it over mine.
“You know what I like about you, Holly?”
Before I had a chance to respond, he went and answered his own question.
“You give a shit.”
“What?”
“You give a shit,” he repeated. “Everything matters to you.”
“Yes, it does,” I concurred. “I suppose I’m just an intense person.”
“Intense, passionate, beautiful, smart…you’re just an unbelievable girl. And you’ve got the greatest hands…”
He raised one of my hands up to his face and kissed it.
“You’d better treat them nice,” I advised him. “These hands are going to be demanding a lot from you.”
He moaned softly as my other hand lightly brushed his thigh.
“Like they did today?” he asked, as I gently removed my hand from his grasp.
“Today was just a warm-up.”
“A warm-up?” he asked surprised. “Shit, I better hold off on coming for a while!”
“Until next Monday. That will give you four days to conserve that precious cum of yours.”
He laughed. “I’ll try not to jerk off.”
“You have to be here to start your training at 9:00 AM,” I told him. “And don’t be late or you’ll be disqualified.”
“Anything for you, Holly,” he said, looking at me with a sudden, burning desire.
I gave him a kiss and got out of the car. He held onto my arm until the last moment, reluctant to let me go, and asked me if I wanted to go back to his hotel. As much as I wanted to go with him, I also knew that he would try to initiate sexual intercourse, and although I liked him very much, I simply didn’t know him well enough to relinquish my virginity to him. It simply didn’t feel right to me. I explained my feelings to him and he seemed to understand, although I knew he was disappointed.
“Do you want to meet me and Barney at the beach tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ll wear my new emerald-green thong for you.”
The chance to spend some time with him at the beach, and in an environment where I would be relatively safe from being pressured into having sex—or worse, from having to turn him down—appealed to me greatly.
“Sure,” I replied. “What time?”
“Ten o’clock. I’ll meet you by the main entrance.”
“I’ll be there.”
I gave him some further details about the contest and then we said goodbye. He remained in the driveway until I had let myself into the house and then drove off. The mark of a gentleman, I thought.
************
I was so tired after leaving Craig that I went upstairs and went straight to bed. My adventures in Paris had completely tuckered me out, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The following morning I found neither my aunt, nor Angelique, anywhere in the house. I had overslept, and now that I was running late I decided to forego breakfast and call a cab, as Jake was nowhere to be found. After I had showered, I hurriedly put on my white bikini and threw on a white cotton blouse over it. I arrived at the beach a few minutes late, but Craig was waiting for me by the main entrance, already outfitted in nothing but his emerald-green thong and receiving appreciative looks from many young women—and some men. Barney wasn’t with him.
“Wow! You look great!” he remarked, as he surveyed me up and down.
“So do you!” I replied. “Green suits you. What there is of it anyway. Where’s the big man?”
“He couldn’t make it,” he replied. “He said he had other plans.”
Craig didn’t seem too happy about his friend’s decision not to come and dug one of his heels into the sand.
“Other plans,” he said derisively. “Come on. How could anyone pass this up?”
“Did you ask him about the contest?” I asked.
“He’s not going to do it,” he replied with a frown. “In fact, he’s leaving for Montreal in two days.”
“Montreal?”
“That’s where he’s from.”
This news surprised me. “I thought you two guys were having such a great time here. Why is he leaving?”
“He told me that he had some personal business to take care of back home and left it at that.”
“Personal business? Did he give you any details?”
“None. Which really bothers me because I know Barney pretty well, and it’s not like him to be so evasive.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m staying. But if he wants to leave I can’t stop him. I just feel like he’s hiding something from me.”
The beach was already crowded, but we staked out a spot for ourselves on one end close to a small outcropping of rock. Craig had brought a blanket, sunscreen, sandwiches, and several bottles of chilled water that he kept in an insulated container—everything we’d need for the next several hours as we sat lying in the hot sun.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think to take anything with me,” I said. “I was running late.”
“You made it here, that’s all I care about,” he smiled, as he placed the blanket down on the sand.
For a while we said nothing to each other. I allowed him to put sunscreen on my back and then I did the same for him—all as we watched the green-blue waves gently roll onto the shoreline not fifty feet from where we sat. A short distance away a young couple lay side by side locked in a passionate embrace; they seemed oblivious to everything going on around them as their bodies lay intertwined on the sand. Craig and I watched them for a few moments in silence, and then we positioned ourselves next to each other with our backs to the sun.
At intervals, a gentle, cooling breeze would sweep across the water and caress our heated bodies, offering a temporary respite from the sun’s merciless rays. We remained quiet for some time until, finally, the combined effects of the sun, waves, and wind forced me to doze. All around me I heard the sound of people’s voices being carried on the wind, and every so often the plaintive cry of a gull would reach my ears. At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was Craig’s voice urging me to wake up.
“Holly, look!” he said in a hushed but excited tone.
He put his hand upon my arm and shook me gently.
“What is it?” I asked, raising my head up.
“Our friends are doing it.”
I followed his gaze to the couple we had noticed earlier. Both of them were fucking under cover of a blanket, and the girl’s occasional cries of ecstasy filled the air. Strangely enough, no one around them seemed to care about the indecent act being performed under their very noses. Even when the girl’s intermittent yelps became a steady drone, no one seemed to pay them any attention. It was odd, to say the least, but then again, this was a French beach, and the French were nowhere near as uptight about such things as their American counterparts.
“Wow!” Craig remarked, reaching under his thong. “I’m getting all excited just listening to her!”
He shifted his body a little to the left so that I could see his crotch.
“You’re as hard as a rock!” I laughed.
“It doesn’t take much to get me going,” he admitted, as he tried to move his now enlarged penis into a more comfortable position within the thong.
As he manipulated his cock, I noticed that there was something opaque attached to the end of it.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I have a condom on,” he replied.
“Why?”
“For times like this when I get a hard-on and I start to leak. I don’t want to get my thong all messy. I feel embarrassed.”
“Are you leaking now?”
“Yes.”
“Pull the blanket over us.”
“What for?”
“Just do as I say.”
Without another word, he took one end of the blanket and wrapped us up in half of it, leaving the other half on the sand to protect us from the heated surface. I put my arms around and him and drew his face close to mine.
“Make love to me,” I said to him.
“Are you serious?” he exclaimed. “You want me to…”
“No, I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to kiss me and I’ll jerk you off into the condom. I’m feeling horny, too, you know.”
Before he had a chance to reply, I placed my mouth on his and gave him a long, passionate kiss. At the same time I pulled his thong down and began to masturbate him with both hands.
“I wish I were inside you,” he moaned, as I stroked him hard with one hand while my other hand played with his huge, cum-filled balls.
“Play with my clit,” I said, tonguing his ear. “But don’t put your fingers inside me.”
“Oh, God,” he whispered excitedly as his hand reached down toward my pussy.
His fingers made contact with my clit almost immediately, and he stroked me with an even, consistent tempo, just as my own hand performed the same motion on his stiff prick.
“Is it true that you’re really a virgin?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh, wow,” he said, driving his cock in and out of my fist with increased speed. “You’re just fucking beautiful all over.”
Suddenly his face darkened.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“The contest, remember? I thought you told me not to jerk off.”
At this point I really didn’t care about the contest and told him so.
“Whatever you say, Holly,” he said pulling me closer to him. “But are you sure…”
“Oh, Craig. Just shut up and make love to me!”
He kissed me really hard then, and I clung to him for dear life as his arms drew me even closer to him. I think my admission of being a virgin actually served to stimulate him even more, but I wasn’t sure why. Despite its size, I wanted so much to feel that enormous cock deep inside me, but I was not yet ready to surrender myself to this man completely. For now, the present form of sexual stimulation would have to suffice—for both of us.
“We’re being watched,” I said.
Craig tilted his head to one side toward the young couple. “They seem to be enjoying it.”
“They had their fun,” I said. “Now it’s our turn.”
For the next several minutes we hardly came up for air, as both of us found it next to impossible to stop kissing. Then, without warning, I felt a tremendous wave of pleasure overcome me, forcing me to clamp my thighs tightly together over his incessantly moving hand.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned loudly in his ear. “Just keep doing that…yes, that’s it!”
I wasn’t aware that I had stopped tugging on his prick, but I had. All that mattered to me was the incredible sensation that was now engulfing my body like a huge tidal wave. I was coming all over his hand.
“Oh, my God!” I cried.
As his powerful and agile fingers brought me to orgasm, I drove my tongue deep into his mouth and groaned. My climax seemed to go on forever and in the midst of it I heard him whisper several times, “I love you.” I knew Craig was very fond of me, as I was of him, but people were known to say such things during the height of passion, and I didn’t take it to mean anything more than that. As I came down from my orgasm I relaxed my grip upon his hand and he pulled away.
“No, don’t go anywhere,” I said. “Let me finish you off.”
“You already did,” he said smiling.
“You came?” I asked surprised.
“Yes, ma’m. I came right along with you.”
“You did? But I stopped stroking you.”
I watched as he reached down and slowly removed the condom from his now semi-erect penis. It was full of sperm.
“See? You got me so excited I couldn’t help myself.”
“Amazing,” I said, seeing how much of the condom was actually filled with the creamy fluid. “You’d better bury that thing now.”
He proceeded to dig a small hole in the sand next to where he was sitting and threw the soiled condom in it and quickly covered it up.
He managed to bend one knee and thrust his toe between her pussy lips. She spread her legs apart to allow the toe enter her folds and immediately clamped them together so that he out jam his toe in and out of her wet pussy even as he thrust between her breasts.
She pushed her melons together so that her erect nipples touched each other.
The tunnel was now complete.
He felt her thrust her hips down over his toe and realized that she had come again.
“Come, baby, come,” she encouraged him, moving faster and faster now. “Don”t hold back. Give me that seed. Spread it all over me. Give me my necklace!”
He groaned aloud and clutched her shoulders.
And then, he spurted out his come.
It kept coming and coming. It coated hr face and fell down into the top of her thrusting cleavage. She moved back and let the semen splash her neck, drawing her fingers across to anoint it around her till it indeed looked like she was wearing a necklace of his come.
He let his head fall back into the thick carpet.
He had not yet spun out of control. He wanted more of her!
A short time later, fortified with the fiery liquid she made him drink, he flipped her onto hr back over the chair. Hunched behind her, he let his shaft plunge inside her. She screamed with pleasure as he slammed in and out of her with a pace that astonished him.
Slipping out of her, he made her stand on the carpet and entered her standing up. She let her hips encircle his thighs as he entered her and he laughed as he moved in and out of her, moving them around the room.
But when he came, he did not forget her breasts. He flipped her over again so that she was lying on her back, straddled her chest and slipped his prick back between her breasts.
“Let me swallow you when you come,” she breathed.
When he reached the point of no return, he crawled up, dragging his shaft over hr neck till it was buried in her mouth. He pummeled her mouth as she sucked him, letting his come rip out of his prick.
For the finale, early in the morning, he took her in the good old missionary position. She spread her legs languidly, allowing him to climb the saddle and wrapped her thighs around him as he slipped his hard prick inside her pussy.
This time around, he again pulled himself up above her and masturbated all over her heaving breasts.
When he walked out in the twilight of the next morning, she had smiled and kissed him lovingly on his lips, refusing to take the bundle of notes he had slipped into hr hand.
“That was for me. And don”t tell the others, okay?”
******
A week later, the Big Man put it across to them. Sitting in the dinghy bar and sipping whiskey, he said,
“I got it fixed up, all right. The whore is ready to take all of us together!”
Thin Man blanched, almost spilling his drink.
“W-what??”
Big Man smiled and Small Man chuckled.
“A gang bang, man. Let”s all fuck her together. There”s nothing like a gang bang. You see the other guy giving it to her and it inflames you. Makes you work harder!”
“Oh c”mon,” Thin Man muttered, looking forlorn. “She doesn”t deserve it!”
“Hey man,” Small Man said. “We are talking about a big time lovely whore. Not a fucking princess!”
“She certainly seems like one,” Thin Man protested and that made the other two laugh.
“Look buddy. We leave town tomorrow. You are okay, but him and me have got wives. We gotta answer them. A car can fail only for so much time. Besides, we haven”t called them at all ever since we hit the town!”
“And fucked the baby!” Small Man chortled.
“So. We have just one night. I told her yesterday that we would like a French sandwich. Agreed, she didn”t seem to be too excited initially, but you know me. I ain”t been selling coolers to the Eskimos for nothing, you know!”
And so the deal was settled. Albeit, reluctance from one friend.
******
When they trooped into the castle that night, the old hag was not around. So they directly climbed the stairs, startled that today the place was lit up with so many candles that it seemed like it was day, not night.
Also, that night, the woman met them in the door, stark naked.
“Wow!” Big Man grinned, his hands moving to his belt, unfastening it.
“Oh shit!” Small Man mumbled at the sight of her naked body. “Look at that piece of cunt! Oh god, those tits and pussy!”
“Naked for us, huh?” Big Man laughed, stripping off his clothes. “Could hardly wait to sample three cocks a the same time, huh?”
His prick jutted out, hard and oozing with pre cum juice. “Oh lady, you turn my cock on!”
Small Man too was naked in a flash, stroking his erect prick. “Oh god, that body! Oh my god, we are gonna love fucking it! It”s gonna be good!”
Thin Man seemed to be confused. But the sight of the beautiful, voluptuous and naked woman was getting to him. As if in a daze, he fumbled at his zipper.
“So beautiful!” he croaked, sliding the zip down.
“Take off the pants, man, not just the zipper!” roared the Big Man, stepping into the room, seizing the woman and kissing her hard on her mouth. He braced his arms together and pulled her tiny waist to him, rubbing is shaft over hr belly.
Small Man was quick to follow. He stepped up behind her and putting his hands over her neck, nuzzled her back, sliding his hands between her and Big Man”s body to grab hr heavy breasts.
“Never could get enough of these,” he muttered, pulling her nipples roughly.
She pulled her mouth away from Big Man”s and twisting around, kissed the Small Man on his mouth.
“How do you want it?” she asked breathlessly.
“The cunt is impatient,” laughed the Big Man, pulling down one of her hands and wrapping it around his hard on. “Pull on my dong, baby, go ahead and jerk it while I think of the possibilities!”
The Tiny Mann had by now slipped out of his clothes. He was sprouting an immense erection.
“Man!” Small Man said, “This joker”s got a hell of a dong!”
Big Man looked at his friend”s erection almost enviously.
“How do we do it?” she repeated, reaching out to grab the Big Man”s and Small man”s pricks simultaneously, rubbing them furiously.
Big Man frowned, as if in deep thought.
“Okay, cunt, here”s the scene. You sit on my top facing me and lower that hot cunt on my cock. Small Man wants to fuck your tits. The bozo”s crazy about it ever since he got the info from Tiny Man here.”
She looked almost accusingly at Tiny Man who was now walking towards her.
“T-they m-made me t-tell…” he stammered.
“That”s okay, kid,” Big Man laughed, slipping down on the wide ornate chair. “She”s a whore and we pay for her services.”
“So, you little piece of hot cunt,” he continued, jerking his shaft up and down. “You face me and sit on my cock. I lean back and Small guy straddles you and fucks your tits. And,” he grinned wickedly, “lover boy”s gonna slip his dong in your ass!”
“N-no!” shouted Tiny Man.
“W-what?? You don”t want to fuck her ass?” Small Man sounded piqued, striding around the chair on which the Big Man sat.
“He will get around!” chuckled the Big Man. “Now, baby, get yourself up here, spread your fucking legs and lower that hot cunt of yours over my cock! Small, get between us and crouch on the armchair. That way you will be able to slip your dick between her tits.”
She stumbled forward when Big Man pulled her down over him. She spread her thighs and when she slid down, his shaft easily entered her moist hole.
“Ahh, what a pussy!” Big Man groaned, lifting his hips up and down even as she began to slam herself over and above him.
She had to arch herself back so that she could bare her naked breasts to Small Man. He had climbed on the armchair and was adjusting his height so that he could slip his shaft between her jiggling breasts.
“Hold those tits together, buddy,” Small Man screeched and Big Man complied.
“Ride me baby, ride me,” he chortled.
Small Man gripped her shoulders and began to rock up and down to slide his prick in the valley of her breasts.
She had her back to the Tiny Man and he now walked tentatively towards her. His shaft was erect all right, but he just couldn”t bring himself to slip the knob inside her anal opening.
So he did the best he could. He laid his prick in the gap of her buttock cheeks and folded the firm flesh to wrap it between them. And then, without letting his prick penetrate her, he began to slide it back and forth between them.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me!” Big Man grunted.
“Oh god,” Small Man groaned. “Her tits are just like her pussy. Hot and tight. Oh mama! I love fucking them. Look at my dick poking up between those beauties.”
Big Man craned his neck to look at the sight of his friend “s prick sliding in and out of the woman”s breasts.
“Can you take the tip of his cock when it pokes up>” he asked.
She tried hard by lowering her mouth. But he was too small.
“Tell you what! Let”s rearrange ourselves,” Big Man said, pushing her off. “Small will fuck your ass, I will fuck your cunt an tiny here will fuck your tits. He”s got a long cock and I”m sure you can take it in your mouth when he fucks those boobs.”
They fell to the carpet and the Big Man told Tiny to “fuck her tits the other way around” meaning to straddle her face.
Tiny hesitated, but eventually, he got around to it. He lowered his buttocks gently over the woman”s face and slid his prick into the valley of her breasts from above.
Big Man crouched over her, his prick slamming in and out of her as she lay on top of Small Man. The Small Man, laying below her thrust his hips to and fro, feeding his prick into her hot pussy.
“Oh my, oh my, fuck my holes,” she screeched, her body, now a mass of moving and writhing flesh.
Her face was hidden from view with the Tiny Man”s buttocks. But the other two could see her contorted face.
And that”s when the transformation took place.
Big Man and Small Man spurted their come inside her holes, grunting and groaning. Tiny Man gasped, sliding his prick faster and faster between her heavenly breasts.
The long, lustrous brown hair suddenly became shorter before Big Man and Small Man”s eyes. They were watching her as she thrashed around the floor in ecstasy.
The lovely face, so young and firm suddenly crinkled and the wrinkles appeared across them.
The firm flesh that they were so used to so far suddenly looked loose, haggard and old.
Her buttocks sagged and her stomach dimpled with age. Her legs looked like they were affected by arthritis.
The firm flesh of her body slaked and when he opened her mouth, the melody was missing. She cackled.
Only hr eyes remained as they had been before. Blue. Stark blue.
She suddenly became the old hag who used to greet them at the door.
Big Man and Small Man saw the changes and their jaws slackened. Even before they could ejaculate, they felt the cold clammy hands clutch their hearts.
They rolled over. Dead.
Only the Tiny Man hadn”t seen her face as he spurted his juices across her breasts though he could feel the flesh go slack.
And as he raised his to he ceiling, he could see the back of the old hag shuffling away out the door.
She was cackling with laughter.
******
The Visitor drained his last drink, disappointed that the enormous bulge in his trousers had gone away.
“Why should I believe you?” he asked.
The old man looked at him with his piercing eyes.
“There was only one man she did not look at when it happened, my friend. And it happened just a couple of years ago.”
“So?”
“Look at me. Two years ago, I was thirty-five. My wife died in a crash on our honeymoon.”
The Visitor”s yes widened.
“What are you saying?”
“Don”t I look older?”
“I told you that you are almost a hundred years old!”
“Well, I am not. You see, my friend, I am the Tiny Man.”
White She Wolf cried in terror as she watched her brother-husband being maimed before her eyes. She tried to rise up on all fours to scurry away from the animal long enough to reach the knife and kill the beast herself. When she lifted her hips, the thin tip of the animal’s cock slipped inside her pussy. Quickly, Dog-Man forgot about his rival and plunged deep inside the woman. Her scream of pain tore through the night and carried over the lake. Although the tip of his prick was very thin, smaller than one of her fingers it gradually increased to a thickness of three inches then quickly jumped to the diameter of the four-inch knot at the base. Throughout the long night, the Dog-Man raped White She Wolf repeatedly several times managing to force that knot inside her. Beside them, White Dog laid still, breathing raggedly through his injured throat.
In the morning when Boy woke up, his hands and face were not covered in blood as they usually were after the night of the full moon. Instead, he woke draped over his mother’s naked body, his cock still buried within her bruised and torn pussy. His father lay next to them, his neck severely bruised. Boy flung himself away from his mother, his stomach and thighs covered in her blood. Realizing what he had done, he ran from his home and never saw his parents again.
His taste for women is not something he can stop though. During the other phases of the moon, he appears normal except for the hair covering his body and it is during those times that he is said to have stolen young maidens from villages, holding them captive until the next full moon. Once white man came to this land, he began stealing women from the towns but quickly learned that the white man had more powerful weapons than the native people. Now it is said that the Dog-Man clan preys on the ones who choose to enter his domain, the forests, at night or those who have dared to build too close to its edge. Upon favorites he has bestowed his curse by biting them but not killing them, so that they too can join him in his transformations, keeping them with him always. It is in that way that the Dog-Man created more of his own kind, which many believe still live in this area today.
“If you are one of the many who plan to travel to Northern Michigan this summer, beware as you camp in our woods or of the friendly strangers you may encounter with silver eyes.
*Thank you to angel love who has taken the time to edit several of my pieces.*”
Dave didn’t reply. He couldn’t. His throat was too dry for him to speak. The only sound he heard was his own heartbeat; the crowd had gone eerily quiet.
“Step back, you two,” Quintana hissed at her aides. “I need room for this.” She bent down, at Dave’s feet, and released a lever he hadn’t noticed before. In one swift movement, the frame fell back, taking him with it. He was now lying on his back. Quintana looked down at him.
“Don’t look so worried,” she said. “This isn’t going to hurt; in fact I think you might quite enjoy it.”
Quintana stepped closer to him and, although he couldn’t see the crowd, Dave knew they were watching her every move. He tried not to, he decided he’d rather not see whatever was about to happen.
He felt fingers lightly stroke his sex, and when the sensation of those same fingers wrapping around his shaft coursed through his body, he tried to fight the erection. He tried to think about anything but what she was doing to him. That didn’t work. He felt himself growing and hardening as she slipped her hand up and down. When her tongue licked at the tip, he hissed through his teeth and screwed his eyes closed. Her mouth closed around him and he braced himself, certain she’d do the same to him as she had to the others. Her warm, moist mouth moved up and down his shaft. He clenched his fists. She increased her speed, and despite his best efforts, he felt himself nearing orgasm. Just before it hit she didn’t bite, she pulled her mouth away.
Dave was stunned. He opened his eyes and looked up–his curiosity got the better of him. Quintana was standing just off to his right, and she gave him an alluring, but somewhat vacant, smile. Her hands went to her hips, and on down to her thighs. She grasped the thin material of her dress between her fingers and tugged it up. She knew he was watching, so she took her time. The hem reached the top of her thighs and she stopped, just for a moment, forcing him to imagine what was further up. She held his mind captive. He could think of nothing else.
Gradually, Quintana pulled the hem of her skirt higher. At first, Dave saw nothing, just the dark gap between her muscular thighs. Then her soft pink cleft came into view and eventually the subtlest of whispers of jet-black hair. Her hands left her hem at her waist and her fingers moved down to her sex. She parted her labia, revealing the glistening folds within. She elongated the middle finger of her right hand and placed it at her opening. In one smooth movement, it was inside her, pushed all the way in. Dave groaned, as did a few of the less well-restrained members of the audience.
The expression on Quintana’s face didn’t change as she finger fucked herself. Her hips swayed rhythmically with her thrusts, but her eyes stayed fixed on Dave’s–that vacant look still very much apparent. Even when she pulled her fingers from her sex and sucked the juices from them, she held the same expression.
When she walked toward Dave, again the sensible part of him fought with the base animal part and tried to recoil away from her. She turned him on, he wanted her to fuck him, but she terrified him. “Just lie back and enjoy it,” she told him. “I’m taking you to a special place.”
With ease, she climbed onto the frame to join him. His heart rate quickened as she stood above him, then astride him. In his mind, he was urging her to lower herself onto him, he had a pleading look on his face, but hers remained the same. She bent her knees slightly and placed her hands on his waist. His cock was fully erect, waiting for her to impale herself onto him. He hated this woman, for what she’d done to his friends, but he also lusted after her, so much so he couldn’t control his own body.
Slowly, very slowly at first, she lowered her hips until her opening met his tip. She teased and taunted him for a few moments, pushing down on him slightly, and then pulling away again. The third time she did this Dave tried to bring his hips up, to force his way in, but she was strong and repelled his attempts with her hands. Dave heard a few members of the crowd jeer at this; he’d forgotten they were there.
Finally, Quintana allowed him to enter her. Her tight muscles sucked in his entire length, and Dave’s eyes widened, still staring directly into hers. Her eyes gave away nothing; showed no reaction whatsoever. Dave was unperturbed by this and relished the sensations as she thrust up and down on him. The crowd showed their appreciation of this display by cheering and clapping in rhythm with her every thrust.
He hungered for her to kiss him. The fucking was good, but would have been greatly enhanced by that one final union of their bodies. He attempted to lift his head to meet hers, but her incomprehensible strength defeated him again. He was frustrated at being tethered down, and unable to touch her and grab hold of her.
Quintana continued to fuck him and remained in complete control. He was enjoying what was happening to his cock, but mentally, and even emotionally, it didn’t feel so good. In fact, it felt bad, very bad. All the while, she pumped him he was thinking, what does she want from me? She was obviously getting nothing from the experience, and made no attempt to mask this. Dave couldn’t forget what she’d done to his mates. How would he ever forget that?
Despite his mental state, she was bringing him close to orgasm. Her thrusting intensified and her muscles squeezed from within. She must have sensed he was close and pulled her cunt from his aching cock before it could happen. He was stunned, she looked pleased–her first display of real emotion. The crowd cheered their approval.
Quintana bent forward, and Dave thought she was about to kiss him. Instead, her mouth went to his ear, and she whispered, “Before I finish you off I must take a drink.”
Finish me off? Oh shit, I hope she doesn’t mean that literally, Dave’s mind screamed at him, trying to think of a way out of the situation.
She sat back on her haunches, and clapped her hands twice, calling, “Drink!” The skinny little man appeared from the shadows, clasping a stainless steel mug in his hands. When he was adjacent to the frame, he handed it to Quintana. She lifted it to her lips and drank, in heavy gulps. When she lifted the cup away, her face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy, and blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth.
Dave screamed. She stifled his scream with a full and deep kiss, which he no longer craved. She forced her tongue into his mouth and he retched. His mouth filled with blood and his mind filled with terror. As he tasted the blood of his dead friends, he felt what they had gone through. He felt their pain, their fright and their deep anguish as they died. Then nothing. Just a black void.
The next sensation he experienced was an orgasm building from within. His mind began to clear and he saw Quintana riding him again. This time she moaned with every thrust and gritted her teeth.
“Release yourself into me, come into my body. Give in, you know you want to,” she hissed at him, between pants.
As he reached climax and his ejaculate pumped into her, she bent forward once again and opened her mouth. He was lost in pleasure and reciprocated her kiss. He closed his eyes. She bit off his tongue.
And go into her body he did.
Their union was complete.
When the eyes he looked out of opened, he was no longer looking at Quintana. He saw himself. He saw the lifeless husk that was his body; his now vacant eyes stared back at him. He screamed a guttural scream, but no sound came out of the mouth he tried to work. He heard Quintana speak to him, from within, “Be calm. You haven’t been completely integrated yet, but you will be. Then you will enjoy the new powers. You are part of me now; you all are, for eternity.”
NO! Dave’s psyche shrieked back at her, but she paid no attention. She was too busy reveling in the glory of her fifth successful Quinque Sanguis.
His fingers dance over her flesh, his cock driving into her, stoking her passion even further. She whimpers, her body responding hotly, seeming to burn under his touch. Vigorously she rides him, slamming his throbbing cock deeper into her pussy. He can feel his balls tighten as he grabs her hips, growling & thrusting up with all his strength. She pauses long enough to feel the first spurt of his cum splattering the walls of her pussy. Sliding his hand between them, finding her clit, working it with his fingers. His eyes hovering between her & the reflection of her. Moving his hips as she continues to ride him, her breath coming in tattered gasps. Her pussy clenches around his cock, milking the remaining spray of semen as she nears her orgasm.
A thin line of smoke spiraling up from phoenix on her back catches his eye. She moans as her body clenches, muscles quaking as her senses reach the ultimate cliff. Instinctively he teases her clit vigorously even as he becomes aware of the searing heat of her pussy. Before his eyes the tail of the fiery bird glows white-hot before turning into an ashen black. He blinks looking at the tribal design he tattooed earlier, the reflection suddenly clear. “Reborn in ashes ~ Perish in flames.” He breathes. The entire birthmark ominously incandescent as she impales herself one last time on his cock. Her breath a steamy cloud as she screams her climax, his skin scalding everywhere she touches him. Throwing her head back, her hair touching the glowing phoenix, catching fire like a candlewick.
“Ruby,” he groans, looking up into her face, a halo of flames licking around her temples. Tilting her face to him, her eyes blazing, tears sizzling before they can leave her eyes.
“You should have listened,” she whimpers leaning down to catch his mouth with hers.
“No,” he croaks before she descends on him. Her lips seal to his, the tender flesh broiling from her heat. Tears pouring from his eyes, his torturous wailing passes into her lungs. Her burning tongue delves into his mouth, cauterizing the moist recesses. Flames erupt from her back, quickly wrapping around the pair like a shroud. His voice fading as his skin burns away, nerves short circuiting his brain, his body boiling in its own fluids. Dave’s vision goes black as his eyes melt in their sockets, the smell of his own flesh cooking curdles in his lungs. The blaze radiates from the charring couple, quickly engulfing the entire shop.
The fire hisses loudly, somewhere through the noise he hears Ruby crying, “I’m sorry,” His final breath wheezes from his gaping jaw, mixing with the smoke filled room. Ruby’s own whimpers fading into the crackle & pops of the incinerating building.
~~~~~~~~
“Whoa,” the helmeted figure says, his voice crackling with static from the internal microphone, “It’s like he just sat there an burned.”
“Yeah,” the other answers, looking around “I think the fire’s out now.. the buildings a total loss though.”
“Shit!” The man gasps, gawking at the pile of cinders before him. Tiny legs kick from the ashes, the second man stooping to brush away gray-black soot. A little hand reaches up to catch his finger & he quickly scoops up the pink bundle of flesh. Both men emerge through the over spray of water, astonished with their discovery. Depositing the infant in the back of the nearest ambulance they both mill about listening to the EMTs. The woman pokes her head out & looks at the men, “Where’d you find her?”
“Seemed like the center of the fire.” He answered, his partner nodding in agreement.
“That’s not possible,” she says frowning, the door swinging open.
“That’s where she was,” he insists gesturing to the child, “At the feet of the man’s body.”
The blanket falls off her small shoulder, exposing a pink mark resembling a bird with out stretched wings. She picks up the baby, covering her back up. Looking at her for a long moment she sighs, “I guess you’ve just been reborn little one.”
I nodded, the lesson Master taught beginning to sink in. A slave’s value drops the more scars they have. I glanced down at my heavily blemished breasts and my arms, and guessed that my value was less than a carton of cigarettes. But for a slave to be scarred from a whip indicates a great act of insubordination. The scars on Cid’s back would make his value no more than mine. For a Master to whip a slave and break the skin, was viewed among most vampires as a waste of blood. The slave with the scars would be seen as nothing more than a cheap meal. Shivering, I lowered my head, the gravity of the lesson chilling me more than the actual punishment.
The other slave just sat, watching Cid and I, and silently taking in everything that had just happened. Turning, I analyzed her reaction, noting that she had reacted little to the demonstration. Her eyes were calm, and slightly clouded, as if her mind was somewhere far away.
I stepped away from Cid as Master returned, a frosted glass of water in his hand. He handed the glass to Cid, and began picking up the few floggers scattered on the floor. He didn’t speak, but carried a heavy aura of sadness.
As Cid emptied the glass he watched Master, his cock beginning to wake. He lusted after this vampire that had just hurt him so much. I backed up even further, as Master straightened, his eyes admiring the organ slowly growing between Cid’s legs.
“Haven’t had enough?” Master asked, his voice had returned to its soft tenor. He reached out and gently stroked down the length of Cid’s cock. “Perhaps we should take this into your room, these girls don’t need to witness all of the pleasures we take from each other.”
Cid smiled as he pushed off the table. “You’re probably right, sir.” He walked stiffly out of the room.
Master started to follow Cid, then turned back regarding us. “Make yourselves at home, but do not leave the house. I should be finished with Cid shortly.” His face brightened as he smiled, obviously looking forward to what awaited him in Cid’s room.
