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I missed Aftab’s loving so much it was hard to think of being with anyone else, but he had awakened such feelings of lust in me that I soon started looking for ways to satisfy myself. I dated several men and made love with all of them, but once they got tired of me, once they got what they wanted, they went looking for someone else and I was alone again, lonely and unsatisfied. So, for the past two years I could not make love in the normal way. My sexual urges were getting more and more powerful day by day, and as time went on, I got more and more obsessed, trying to find a lover to keep me sexually satisfied. I hadn’t hope on my husband as he never satisfied me in his youth and now he was too old, but couldn’t I was not too old but only in my early forties and still reasonably attractive, not slim like I once was but still better fleshed than fat. My milky-white breasts now got little more flesh, and my wide but shapely bottom sways back and forth as I walk.

I couldn’t find any man of my age, even though I was desperately searching for someone to love me. The only males I ever came into frequent contact with were young boys and most of them were friends and schoolmates of my son Sajad. He had many friends, but his best friend was a boy named Sameer; for the last ten years Sameer and Sajad had been constant companions and he seemed to visit our house almost on a daily basis. They were always playing computer games either in our house or in his, as he lived less than a mile away.

The two boys had grown up together, and were now almost twenty. In the last year, I had noticed that Sameer was growing like a beanstalk and was now almost six-foot tall. He was a young man now, with a well-developed body, starting to fill out nicely, though still rather slim. He had an athletic body and was a weight lifter and a good cricket player. Sameer was not a typical teenager but a real physical specimen and seemed really cute, as well as being a good conversationalist. Because Sameer and my son were best friends, he and I had become very close; he developed the habit of calling me Aunty and we were able to talk to each other about anything.

My obsession with Sameer did not begin until one fateful day when he came from cricket to meet Sajad. He was not home yet but had told me to ask Sameer to stay and wait for him. I told Sameer that Sajad would be home soon and he wanted him to wait for him.

“OK, Aunty. Can I take a shower while I wait? I badly need to freshen up.”

“Of course, Sameer,” I told him and off he went to the bathroom.

Some time later I was just passing by the bathroom then I heard a groan coming from inside. I went closer and found the door closed, but I peeped through the keyhole. My heart started racing when I saw Sameer with his cock in his hand. It was fully erected and looked like a curved pole, his hand just able to encompass its thick circumference. A hot flash raced through my pussy as I focused on him and his big, thick and fully erect young cock as he masturbated. I gasped, and my mouth grew dry when I saw his erect cock spurting its creamy load of quicksilver. It was such an erotic sight: I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and I was instantly aroused, as a sweet shiver went through my pussy, I felt its wetness soaking my panties.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him when I went to bed that night. I was unable to sleep thinking about his big cock and his virile body. I now realized I was sexually attracted to Sameer and I couldn’t sleep without masturbating myself to orgasm. It was a habit I had learned when I was in my teens and I’d seen my mother do it to my father’s cousin Zahid. Though I don’t do it regularly, the lack of sexual inactivity with my husband even before he went to jail caused me to masturbate more often, because there was no other way for me to release the heavy sexual tension I often felt.

I had often hugged Sameer like he was my son, just like I hugged Sajad. One day I hugged Sajad and after that I moved to give my second son a hug. I wrapped him in my arms, and then I remembered the day I seen him in the bathroom, and this time it was not a maternal hug. I hugged him harder than before, and I noticed how good he felt, how good he smelled. He also wrapped his arms around me and when he pulled me closer to him, I felt so relaxed in his arms I allowed him to hold me for a long time.

After that day every time I saw him I was instantly aroused and every time I masturbated, it was Sameer I fantasized about. When he was not looking, I would lustily gaze at him, just thinking about the big cock he had hiding under his clothes. My thoughts were centered on Sameer and I never missed an opportunity to rub my body against him so I could feel his body against mine. Alas, he never took the hint and I was impressed by his careful manners and his attitude; he always behaved like a true gentleman.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking how his cock was big, thick and hard and frequently fantasized about it as I masturbated. It always felt really good; Sameer was always the object of my fantasy on these nights and my session ended always with a sweet wonderful orgasm. Sameer had an enormously long cock for a boy of his age and I continued to fight my animal-like urge for sexual satisfaction as my thoughts continually returned back to Sameer and his cock.

Now I often dreamed about Sameer touching me, his hands massaging my neck, back, legs, and chest. I would place his hands on my body at every opportunity. I hugged him, pressing my body against him with great caution. My nipples would grow hard; my cunt would flood at the thought of him and his cock. As time passed, my desire was increasing for his hot young cock, as I still remembered the size of his cock, a huge size for a young man. With his stamina, I was willing to bet he could fuck like a bull, hammering my hungry pussy. Sameer would be the best fuck I could ever imagine as I masturbated, my pussy flooding more than ever. The truth is that I was completely obsessed by his cock, even though I had only seen it that one time.

My mind was in turmoil, my physical desire toward him evident by my growing nipples and damp wetness between my legs, and yet, he was my son’s friend and I was so much older than he was. My thoughts began to run wild, “What can he see in me? I’m so much older than he is. I can’t compete with the girls of his own age.”

I needed time to think about these emotional and physical feelings that were surfacing. It had been two years since I had sex with anyone and thinking about Sameer like this way was the odd sensation of being totally relaxed with him alarmed me. I needed time to contemplate this strong sexual attraction as my inner voice whispered caution, while my body screamed for release.

In the morning after showering I stood naked looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, studying my middle-aged body. It certainly wasn’t perfect. I was pretty in an unusual way, pretty in the right light, the right clothes, the right make-up, but I knew that I didn’t possess that fresh, natural beauty anymore. I smiled as I looked at my full breasts, hanging like two small size melons. I gently touched my nipples and found them responding to my touch. I twisted them as I watched myself in the mirror. I bit my lower lip as my imagination grew about being in bed with him. I made up my mind and convinced myself that I had to have him between my legs, but I hadn’t figured out how to lure him into my bed.

“Well, just go with him, it might be fun,” a silent voice spoke in my mind.

His intent gaze had given me the feeling that he was peering directly into the very depths of my soul. I was trying to seduce him, but always remained within permissible limits. Although I started wondering if all the time and energy that I was spending on Sameer was really worth it, my growing desire for Sameer and my hunger for a sexual relationship with my son’s best friend were not diminishing. I did not have the courage to tell Sameer what I was thinking and just wondered how I could ever tell him, how could I seduce my son’s friend? I needed a plan, but none came to mind.

Suddenly everything happened very fast. It was a nice sunny day, not too warm but comfortable, when the doorbell rang. When I answered it Sameer was standing there, smiling. He stepped inside, and I leaned forward to kiss him on the cheeks, as I usually did when he came. This time I liked it more than before, and my breast stuck out and pushed against his chest. It wasn’t much, but was a pleasure. This time, instead of just kissing I put my lips on his cheek and left them there for longer than usual, not our normal kiss.

Sameer looked me right in the eye and gave me a wicked smile. He leaned forward and gave me a slow kiss on the lips. I smiled even more lasciviously and slowly licked my lips. “Come in, Sameer,” I managed to say in a husky voice.

We walked in to the front room and sat there on the sofa beside each other. We were alone at home, just talking. I asked him what he was doing, how he was finding college life and other small talk. Then I told him, “Sameer, I’m tired and my feet are killing me.”

“Oh! Aunty, let me massage them for you!” he offered and without waiting for my answer immediately knelt on the floor in front of the sofa to rub my feet. He began massaging my foot with his strong hands, tentatively at first, because this was the first time he had touched me. It felt so nice because I had been longing for his touch for a long time. I wondered if he had read my thoughts, and sighed as I moved my leg further, plopping it in his lap.

“You’ve got nice feet,” he said.

I looked at him and said, “Thanks.” I jumped with excitement when he slid one of the legs of my shilwar up and began gently squeezing my flesh, giving me a pleasant warm glow inside. I felt warm and sensuous, and I began to think my dream was coming true, so I asked him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing this for you, Aunty. You told me you’re tired.”

“Thank you,” I said, with a shy smile.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Sameer commented.

“What’s not to believe?” I asked, wondering what he was about to say.

“That I’m actually touching you and rubbing your feet,” he replied, giving me a strange look. He looked at me and I looked at him, and then we both laughed at the same time. Then he said rather nervously, “Aunty, I want to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t how to start.”

“What’s the problem, Sameer? Do you need some money?”

“No, Aunty, I don’t need money. I want to tell you something.”

“OK,” and with a smile said, “tell me.”

He took a deep breath and said, “Aunty, I admire you so much. I think you are an incredible woman.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, Sameer! I like you too. You are a nice, handsome, young man.”

At this moment my heart was racing, and I knew that at this point I had to try. I was horny and hot and feeling an explosion of passion and lust. I decided that if I was going to get him this was the perfect time and I knew that this might be my only chance so I couldn’t afford to be shy; it was now or never. My heart began pounding and my palms started sweating. I couldn’t control it so I reached forward to take his hand in mine, entwining my fingers with his.

My heart began to pound in my chest like a hammer upon an anvil as I held hands with my son’s best friend, a boy who was much younger than me. Perhaps it was the warmth of his hand in mine, or the way I carried myself with a natural and relaxed confidence, or was it nothing more than my sexual fascination with him? It was not like me at all to take the initiative in a situation like this but Sameer’s age and projected innocence heightened my feelings. My blood pounded in my ears as I tried to fight off the heat that began building in my loins. He was strong, handsome and sexy, but young and shy. I realized that he was as nervous as I was at this moment. He was looking down and was sweating.

I moved and leaned in even closer beside him and whispered quietly in his ear, “I like you very much, Sameer, and I know you want me, don’t you?” I was licking my lips as he gazed in my direction.

He pressed against me as he said, “Aunty, you’re right. I do want you.”

I thought for a moment and then tried bluffing him, as I didn’t want to project myself as a horny woman to him, so I pushed him away, breathed deeply and stood up, telling him, “Sameer, as I said, I’m tired. I’ll catch up with you some other time.”

I clearly saw the look of disappointment in his face as I got up to leave. I wanted him to stop me but tried to disguise my emotions. He got up as well and stopped me by grabbing my hand and embracing me tightly, saying, “No, Aunty, don’t leave! Please, I beg you.”

“Sameer, please don’t do it!” I managed to say.

“Please, aunty!”

I pushed him using all my strength, releasing my body from his clutch, and told him, “We’d cross the limit and I don’t want that.”

“Aunty, if you’re feeling like this, I’ll never come here again, but I want to confess to you that I love you, no matter what,” he began. “I know you’re the mother of my best friend but you are the center of my world and I never want to lose you. I have loved you all my life. I have admired you, because you’re beautiful. I don’t think I can get you out of my mind. Aunty, please tell me you feel the same way?”

I had never expected such a confession from him. I nodded and whispered, “No, Sameer! I didn’t mean it like that. I like you but I’m scared if some one saw us what they would say?” He didn’t know how badly I had wanted him for a long time.

“How could any one see us? You just don’t like me,” he said, bowing his head down with disappointment.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and turned him to face me as I lifted his chin to gaze into his eyes. I gently stroked his hair and caressed his forehead. “You mustn’t feel like this,” I spoke softly as my fingers continued to massage his forehead. “I love you too, but are you telling me you want to have sex with me?” I asked him.

“Yes, Aunty,” he whispered, trying to come closer to me and rub his body against mine.

“We shouldn’t do it, but I would, because I want to have sex with you, too.”

“You do?” he said with wonderment in his tone.

“Yes, I do, but tell me, Sameer, you’re my son’s best friend. How do you think he would feel about this? I feel as if I’m betraying my son.”

“Do you think this is wrong? I know that you’re my best friend’s mother, but I’m a grown man, and you’re a mature woman.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him, as he hugged me in return and his arms felt so good, so strong. We became engrossed in softly stroking and caressing each other. My eyes were closed, and I was biting my bottom lip.

That was all the invitation he needed. He kissed me, softly, sweetly, hesitant at first and then I kissed him back.

“You smell so good,” he whispered pulling me tightly against him. I ran my fingers through his hair, affectionately palming the back of his head as he looked up into my eyes. We held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then I was pleasantly surprised when he leaned forward slightly, hesitating. He looked into my eyes then took my face into his hands and brought his lips to mine. I parted my lips and kissed him just as I had been dreaming about for two years, and he slipped his tongue inside.

Our lips touched, and as we kissed I felt as though butterflies were dancing in my stomach. I kissed him and softly bit his lower lip with my teeth. Feeling the tip of his tongue on my lips, he pushed his tongue to my lips and slowly my mouth opened. He tasted so sweet, and I held the kiss, sucking his lower lip, drawing his tongue into my mouth. My body was trembling as our kissing continued, getting more and more passionate. I felt weak as he slowly raised his hands, cradling my head. My breasts were crushed against his chest and his warm breath on my cheek instantly caused me to become aroused.

I could feel his cock growing hard as he was pushing it into my belly as we both exhaled throatily through our kiss, my hips grinding in a measured way into his as our embrace became more and more fevered. His hands slid slowly down my body and were roaming all over my body, until they reached my ass and I felt my heart racing as his hand gently explored my ass.

After some time I moved back a little so I could take his hands and place them on my breasts, one on each, and then I whispered to him, “Squeeze and pinch them, but be gentle at first. You can be rougher later.” He caressed and pinched my breasts through the fabric and then he slipped his hand inside my neckline. He grabbed one of my breasts harder and his fingers pinched my nipple so hard it hurt which set my cunt on fire. My nipples were getting so hard and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Though I had kissed and made love with many men of my own age, Sameer’s kisses and the feel of his body was the best I had ever known. I had never felt so horny, so turned on.

I spoke, almost in a daze. “I was planning to seduce you, you’re such a beautiful kid! But you knew we were going to do this, didn’t you, you little fucker!”

He took me in his arms and squeezed me tight while kissing me. “You teased me for so long, Aunty. Now we’ve got this far, you really don’t think I’m not going to lay you, do you?”

“No, I don’t really think that, Sameer,” I replied, and after a pause went on, “But I’ll die if you don’t!” I held Sameer’s hand and pulled him into my bedroom. When we got there I turned to face him and we began to kiss again. I reached my hand down and grabbed his cock through his shilwar and it was hard like steel. Something in my mind was screaming that it was wrong to do this with this young man but my body and hands had other ideas.

He was playing with my nipples, pinching them between his fingers, and because my nipples are the most sensitive part of my body it was taking me to a different level all together. My cunt was on fire, but when he asked me remove my qameez I told him, “Not yet!” and I lowered the front, then slowly moved my hands to the back and started opening my bra clasps, until my bra hung loosely down. Sameer pulled it away, releasing my breasts to his eager hands and mouth.

“Aunty, your breasts are gorgeous and prettier than I ever imagined,” he said, as he took in the sight of my naked breasts.

I blushed at his words while I stood in front of him bare breasted, but managed to say to him, “These are for you.” He bent his head down to kiss and lick my breasts, kissing first one, then the other, and then he tried to take one completely into his mouth and said, “Oh! How sweet and marvelous they feel in my mouth!”

“Suck them, Sameer,” I pleaded as I pulled him a bit closer. He was treating my breasts like a kid with a candy in his mouth.

“The nipples, Sameer, don’t forget the nipples!” I said breathlessly. He moved to kiss first one, then the other and then sucked gently on them.

“Use your tongue, Sameer, your tongue!” I urged him again breathlessly. He started sucking my nipples, while at the same time using his tongue to bathe my nipples, first one then the other. He was expertly giving attention to both my breasts, taking one in his mouth while using his fingers to massage the other.

My body was shuddering and rocking, holding his head gently with my breast, as he sucked on them, licking them, then playfully biting them. “Bite them, aah, that’s it, harder, harder!”

I stood there in a fog as he pawed, massaged, sucked, pinched and seemingly trying to experience my breasts in every way he could, like a starving man trying to stuff himself before his feast was taken away. He was sucking my nipples really hard and sometimes biting them. It felt so good, I could feel my pussy getting really wet and I really wanted to feel his cock inside me now. I was a little worried some one would interrupt us, but thinking about his hard cock made me forget about anything else. I took his hand and put it between my legs and he raised his head from my tits to look at me.

“Yes!” I whispered, “open it now!” He pulled my shilwar string, my shilwar went straight to my feet and I kicked it off.

I reached down to undo his shilwar and pushed it over his hips, and down his legs, kneeling to push them all the way down. When I looked up, his cock was pointing right at me. It was even bigger, hard and more beautiful than I remembered and I just sat there staring at it in disbelief! It was huge! It was so thick and the head was so big.

I hurriedly grabbed his cock in my hand and it looked so long and powerful in my petite hand; when I wrapped my hand around it, my thumb and middle finger could hardly reach around it. Looking at my hand wrapped around his shaft, my fingers looked tiny and as I gripped his cock at the base my hand only covered half its length. I stroked it lovingly, and he groaned as I stroked tentatively, as if it were the first time I had ever done this.

Until Aftab had persuaded me to try, I had never had a cock in my mouth but now I really wanted to taste Sameer’s. I moved over him, bent my head down and began licking just the tip of his cock as I stroked him. He merely groaned and shoved his hips at me, begging silently for me to take it into my mouth. I opened my mouth and engulfed him in my mouth; I began moving my mouth up and down that thick shaft of his. It felt so good that I just kept fucking that big dick in and out of my mouth. He started pushing his hips towards me and I could feel his dick throbbing in my mouth; I could feel his hands on my head and then he was pulling at my hair moving my head up and down faster over his cock. He reached down and ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him and smiled inwardly, seeing the sheer pleasure on his face.

Then he said, “Aunty, I want to put it in your pussy!” My pussy was itching badly and I knew I just had to have his cock inside me.

“Oh, come on then! Do it, Sameer, do it for you’re your friend’s mother!” I moaned. “I want it so much! Do it, do it, now! Fuck me, Sameer, please put it inside me and fuck me now! Come on, oh, I can’t bear it any longer!”

I went over to the bed and as he followed me he tried to fold up the rear of my qameez. I looked over my shoulder at him and asked, “W-what are you doing?”

“I want to see your ass, Aunty. I want to see if it is as really as nice as it looks in your clothes.”

I smiled at him, and said, “No, Sameer. That’s not for showing!”

“But I want to see all of you.”

“OK, later on you will see all of my body, but for now you’re just going to fuck me!” I said. “Come and fuck me long and hard with that lovely cock of yours!” As I said this I lay back on the bed, folded my knees up and spread my thighs wide, indicating that he should lie on top of me.

He lowered onto me, and I pulled him between my legs, where my wet and swollen pussy, was eagerly waiting for him. He moved the head of his cock around my clit and he rubbed his cock on my clit massaging it. The head of his cock was so close to the opening of my pussy that I couldn’t stand it any more. Although I was really wet I thought Sameer’s cock was too thick to go in easily, so I moistened my fingers with my tongue and then placed my fingers into my pussy. I reached for him and held his cock with my other hand. I pushed the head against my opening, and he just buried his cock in my pussy, like a hot knife through butter. He looked down at the sight of his cock disappearing into my wet cunt until his balls were pressed firmly against my pussy lips. His cock was hot and hard like wood, and I could feel my cunt-stretching wide to accommodate Sameer’s big long cock. It had been a long time since I had such a cock inside me and I let out a little cry of pain and pleasure. No one’s filled me after Aftab like this and Sameer really filled me more than Aftab.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

I shook my head, swallowed, and said breathlessly, “No.”

At first Sameer moved slowly and then picked up the pace until he was pistoning in and out of me really hard and fast, much too fast to make it last; I calmed him down and tried to convince him to slow down to make it last longer so we could enjoy the fuck so much longer. He didn’t follow my instructions but seemed very eager to please me.

He went from zero to a hundred in a few strokes, slamming himself into me with every stroke and I was swaying my body to keep up with the momentum of his pumping. His stomach was hitting mine; his balls were slapping my ass. Every time he thrust I grunted and moaned. I pulled my legs wide and prodded him into me even harder with my heels on my butt and thighs. His dick kept going while his eyes lustfully watched my breasts jumping like a pair of kittens.

We were fucking hard with no thought, just an animal passion. After his first few full strokes I came almost immediately. “Oh yeah,” I moaned, “That’s better!” Sameer had really great stamina, as I’d seen when he was masturbating, so it was no surprise when I came first.

“Aunty, your pussy’s really warm and tight!” he whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had such a hard cock in me,” I managed to say between thrusts, looking up at his youthful face.” But you are really so hard and big and I don’t believe how deep your cock feels inside me.”

“This is for you, aunty,” he said, flexing his cock muscle as I squeezed my pussy around his cock and encouraged him to fuck me harder.

“And this is for you,” I replied, “I’ve never had anyone ever make me feel this way, Sameer!” It didn’t seem strange hearing such words coming from my mouth, as I was never quite innocent or naive in bed with any man other than my husband and he never knew the real me.

“How does it feel to have my hard cock inside you?” Sameer whispered in my ear while his dick was ramming my pussy like a hammer.

“So, so nice and sweet! It feels like I’m taking real cock in my life for the first time.” I reached my hands behind his head to hold his hair tightly, while he would reach down to my breasts every now and then to put them inside his mouth, alternating between each of them and sometimes biting them so hard that I screamed. I knew that I was absolutely under his control as I was flexing my body keeping pace with his hard pumping.

I was moaning and making a lot of noise, and though he was trying to keep me quiet by putting his lips over mine to drown out the noise, the bed was shaking as he just kept pounding his cock into my pussy. He was fucking me like an animal and I came over and over again. After each orgasm I could feel the next one building up, and after the third one I lost count.

He was pinching and squeezing my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and that felt really good. My fingers gripped his back muscles; my legs pulled him closer, in an effort to completely melt into him. I wanted to be a part of this young man forever. I have good control of my pussy muscles, so I made my pussy ripple and massage his cock. My juices were pouring out of me, making him slide easily in and out, in and out. Every time he thrust I grunted and moaned and saying, “Yes! That’s it, Sameer, that’s it!” As we built up in speed and force I switched to “Do me!” as he pounded down on me. Finally, I started shouting, “Do me, you motherfucker! Give it to me! Use your cock, use it, make me yours!” in a long unending string of fragmented words.

My words turned Sameer on even more and he grabbed my ass in his hands, pulling me up so that his cock rubbed directly against my clit and his cock head massaged deep inside my cunt. He was giving me deep thrusts that only a huge cock can do. I wanted him to hurt me with his cock; I’d never felt anything like it.

Suddenly he said, “Aunty, I’m going to cum, what should I do? May I cum in you?”

“Yes, Sameer! Pour your hot juice into your Aunty’s cunt, I want it!” I moaned and began to thrust my hips up in time with his movement, rubbing my aching clit along his pelvic bone, feeling the most exquisite sensations. He was also pushing his cock deeper in me and just ground his hips back into me, rubbing his cock head against my cervix. It had paid off in a big way because he made me cum more times than my husband or any of my lovers had ever done in twenty years. This young man was a sex god by comparison with any of them.

Sameer could hold off no longer, jetting stream after stream of hot cum into my pussy. When I felt him throbbing inside me and heard his cry it pushed me over the edge again and as he suckled my nipples one after the other, I came hard one more time around his cock, milking the last of his cum deep into my pussy.

When he finally finished spurting, he dropped his head down my chest and lay, panting on top of me still with his cock inside me. I hugged him tightly, running my hands through the back of his hair and kissing him gently on the neck. He stayed inside me until his cock got totally soft and then pulled out. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him repeatedly, holding him with my arms, legs and lips. Finally I eased my grip on him and he lay down beside me; I put one hand on his head and wrapped the other arm around his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair.

When my breathing got back to normal, I said earnestly, “Oh, Sameer that was so unbelievably good.”

He replied, “Aunty, my dreams came true today. You are really one sexy woman.”

“Never before has a man made me feel so complete, Sameer. I wish we’d done this a long time ago!” I said.

“So,” he asked me, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. “Just how long have you been keeping these feelings for me inside you?”

I blushed, then looked down and said, “Since the day I saw you masturbating in the bathroom while you were waiting for Sajad.”

He looked surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. I remember it just like it was yesterday. I was amazed, and couldn’t stop staring at you, or actually,” I said, blushing a bit, “the size of your cock!”

He giggled and a few seconds passed before he asked, “So why didn’t you make a move? Why didn’t you ask me out or anything?”

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t have the guts. I was afraid that if I asked you, you might have lost any respect you might have had for me and I hadn’t wanted to set myself up for disappointment.”

He said, “I really wish you had, Aunty.”

“I think we just wasted time.” I took his cock in my hand that got hard as if by magic. “You’re already hard again!”

“You make me hard! I want more of you!”

“My pussy is almost raw, but I want to take care of you.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

“I’ve always wanted to ride you, Sameer.”

“Aunty, I want you, and you may do whatever you want with me.”

“OK, then, lay on your back for me, Sameer.” I said and he turned over. I squatted on him, positioning myself so that my bare pussy was against his swollen cock as I held it in my hand. Holding it upright, I looked him right in the eyes as I started to ease myself down onto him, making him throw his head back in pleasure. His cock slipped into my wet pussy so easily and I started moving my hips slowly, so that the lips of my pussy were stroking his cock. I felt his cock become hard as steel in my pussy and moaned softly as I moved my hips back and forth. He thrust in time with my motion; I wanted to stay on top of him forever. I was riding on him and my breasts were dangling over his face.

He reached up for my breasts as I rode him, and rubbed them, massaged them, cupped them in his hands. He pulled me down far enough for him to lean up and suck each of my erect nipples, which had been dying to feel the heat of his tongue on them. As he did so, the tautness of his abdominal muscles sent me over the edge, and I cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, he thrust deep inside of me and threw his head back, engulfed in the sensations of his own orgasm. He sucked my full nipples and played with my breasts like a starving kid and he rubbed my belly as I went up and down on him.

My movements began speeding up, and I knew that I was reaching a second orgasm. I rode him faster and faster, biting my lips and crying every time his cock was buried deep inside me. We both panted hard and concentrated on giving each other pleasure. I went over my edge and cried out in ecstasy, the orgasm so intense it almost hurt. I felt cum pouring down my thighs and then he groaned as he finally released his load straight up my hungry cunt.

I held him and we kissed for a few more minutes. We suddenly realized that it was getting late and that Sajad would soon be home. We got dressed again, and then as he was leaving, he said, “Same time tomorrow, Aunty?”

I smiled and said, “Same time tomorrow, Sameer!”

Doctor Malcolm St. Graves felt out of his element. Blood soaked through his white suit; pain soaked through his skin. His breaths came in ragged gasps. He fought his way through the smoke, through the endless dark and realized he was lost.

The old man ran his hands through his bloody, sweaty hair. Damn! He had never seen his plans fall apart so rapidly. This was not how things were supposed to happen! He was Malcolm St. Graves, world-renown vampire hunter!

He blamed the witch. How had she not picked up on the fact their own guide was a shape shifter? And she had been the one so adamant that the thing lead them! Bah! Witches, especially FEMALE witches, could never be relied on.

St. Graves swung his pack off his shoulders and to his side, unzipped it and pulled out a penlight. He’d lost his flashlight in the scuffle; he’d also lost his panama hat which to St. Graves was almost as miserable a loss. The vampire hunter thumbed the switch. His breath caught in his throat.

The weak beam of light split the darkness just enough to illuminate the horde of pale-faced mutant children staring back at him. Their eyes glistened with hunger. One of them pointed a chubby, malformed finger and mewled.

The penlight faltered in his hand as St. Graves floundered backwards, breathing the words, “Good God!”

The creatures attacked in a wave of gnarled horror. They giggled infantile squeals of glee as if newborns with a new toy.

The penlight fell from St. Graves’ grip, rolled on the ground and illuminated: clumsy pudgy arms stretching out to tiny clenching fists; tiny black mouths yawning open to show gleaming sharp teeth; unformed limbs staggering under fat naked bodies.

St. Graves shoved his hand into his pack to pull out a stake, a vial of Holy Water, anything that might be of some use. He was too slow. The creatures poured over him, and the helpless vampire hunter felt a thousand needles pierce his skin and begin to chew.

Bridget Briswell coughed and fought her way through the smoke, shooting her flashlight beam at the rocky ground of the mineshaft. One trip (including over her own two feet) could spell doom. Behind her the shrill cries of the unborn undead echoed towards her, chasing her sanity to the boundaries of Bridget’s conscious. Images of tiny tooth-filled mouths flashed behind her eyes. Her heart felt like it might burst in her chest.

Panic drove her on with wild thoughts: Oh God, oh God, I am going to die!

Something caught her eye, a reflective gleam in the yellow light of the flashlight- THE GUN!

Bridget bent and snatched the weapon off the ground with trembling fingers. She held it before her eyes, mesmerized by its gleam, by the glimmer of hope that twitched in her heart.

Then a scream cut through the smoke, through the orange flickering darkness, a scream that sounded like Doctor St. Graves, and the thought of that polite gentlemanly old man making a sound of terror like the one that filled her ears chilled Bridget to the core. The noises that followed, snarls and the ripping of flesh, made her legs go weak under her.

She sobbed and her knees buckled; Bridget clung to the rocky wall of the mine as if it was the only thing keeping her on her feet. She gnashed her teeth and fought to reign in her sanity.

Eyes flickered out of the darkness, tiny glittering eyes like black marbles. Childish giggles twittered from the shadows.

Strength suddenly returned, and fueled by fear, Bridget turned and fled just as the first creature flew through the smoke and sunk its teeth in the meat of Bridget’s left leg. She cried out, thrust the cold barrel of the pistol against the thing’s bald white head and fired.

The creature’s lumpy brains splattered Bridget with a torrent of black goo. She felt slime slide like thick mucus as if a family of slugs had just traveled the canvass of her face. Bridget staggered down the shaft, stabbing the darkness with her flashlight, pain and blood clinging to her legs, the pistol in her other hand, the things crawling and slithering and flopping up the floor behind her.

Hot, gasping breaths shuddered from her mouth; her lungs felt like fire. On and on, she ran, and she heard the creatures gaining on her. Their giggles tickled her ankles. She waited for the bite to come; it was only a matter of time.

Then cold blue moonlight filtered into the mine before her, and she saw stars and a sliver of new moon. An opening! She would have burst into relieved laughter if not for the horrible giggles closing in behind her. It struck her then, just for an instant, that the werewolf had changed and the moon had not been full.

The cave grew smaller as she approached the opening. She tucked the pistol and flashlight into her pants. Bridget hunched over and bent her knees. It was a tight fit. The ceiling closed in. Rock crumbled under her fingers. She went to her hands and knees and crawled. Something clutched her sneakers; she could feel teeth pressing against the rubber of her soles, poking through, nipping her toes. Bridget was on her belly, clawing her way forward, the cool night air so close she could feel it kiss her face.

The cave began to collapse.

Bridget screamed, found the rim of the opening with her hands and yanked, pulling her body out of the cave with a heave and a grunt just as rock trembled and fell behind her, sealing the opening and burying everything within it with a cloud of brown dust.

For the moment safe, she rolled over, stared up into the night sky and began to cry.

Morgan McMuffin stuck out her thumb and pointed her index finger like a five year old boy turning his hands to guns while playing cops-and-robbers. The difference was that Morgan’s “hand-made” weapons shot very real and very hot showers of elemental flame. The baby-things surrounding her learned this lesson the hard way as they went to their doom in a rain of orange fire, horrible squeals and wails shrieking from their mouths. Morgan’s hair blew around her head as if caught in a hard wind. She mimicked holstering guns with her hands, and her hair fluttered down around her shoulders.

Morgan turned and sauntered past the dying creatures and tried to figure out which way her friends might have fled. She sent mental feelers out in every direction, and in every direction, it seemed her friends had gone. During the attack, all sense of order, all hope of control had been lost. Panic had ruled the day, and Morgan couldn’t blame them. This had been her first experience fighting the unborn undead, and she felt a bit unhinged by the sight of them. Of course, she had been around a long time and had seen worse things.

She sighed, shrugged and picked a direction.

“Morgan, help,” a weak voice said from through the smoke. Morgan’s eyes swept towards the sound. She saw a dark shape stagger through the clouds of orange flickering flame and take form.

“Alex?” Morgan said. Her eyes narrowed.

Alexandria collapsed at the witch’s feet. She looked like a mess, covered in dark blood, her eyes glazed with shock. She held one arm close to her chest; rips of torn flesh streaked across her body where Morgan assumed the wolf clawed. Morgan helped her to her feet and placed a steady shoulder under Alexandria’s arm, propping her up.

“Come with me,” Morgan said. They started down the shaft in short, measured steps.

Morgan did not see the grim smile curling the corners of Alexandria Knight’s lips.

Melvin opened his eyes and then tried to open them again. Panic rose up in his chest as Melvin began to think he had gone blind. Then he heard an audible click-

A bare bulb hung from the cellar ceiling and illuminated a thin, pale girl with murky yellow light. Her red hair blazed like flowing locks of flame, framing a face of skin so white it gleamed with a supernatural glow. Rags clung from her arms and body like moss from an oak. She look young but not too young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. But what drew Melvin’s attention were the girl’s eyes, two glittering green emeralds set in sockets at the sides of her aquiline nose.

Melvin tried to move and found that his hands were chained and cuffed, wrapped around a hard wooden pole pushing into his back. He experimented with his feet and realized they were chained in a similar manner and looked to be about four inches off the ground.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?” Melvin said glaring deep into the girl’s haunting eyes. He knew he sounded melodramatic. It seemed appropriate given the circumstances, and he didn’t want his captors to think he was afraid of them.

“I am a friend, and I want to help,” the girl sighed. Her voice sounded light, musical. She took a tentative step towards him, her red bangs drooping over her forehead like a veil.

“But you will have to help me first,” the girl said. Melvin frowned. Chains rattled as Melvin struggled against them.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. Now it was the girl’s turn to frown. She took another step towards Melvin. She turned her captivating eyes on him with glowing green urgency.

“How many of you are there?” the girl asked.

“Enough to kick your asses!” Melvin yelled defiantly. The rusty cuffs at his wrists began to chaff, and he felt the burn of his skin turn sticky with blood.

“This isn’t working,” the girl said, her lips turning into a sneer. She stood on her toes and seemed to look somewhere over Melvin’s shoulder. “What should I do? Kill him?”

Melvin felt a sudden hot, foul breath on his neck. A smell of rotting meat clung to the air. He froze, his heart thudding hard in his chest. A long, slender hand reached out of his peripheral vision and wrapped around his throat.

“Don’t be so hasty, sweet Rhianna. There’s something different about this one,” a soft voice breathed into Melvin’s ear. A chill scuttled down Melvin’s spine. Something sniffed at his hair, at his neck. The hand around his neck squeezed, cut off the air to his lungs.

“This one has been marked,” the voice said. It was a beautiful voice, and Melvin had a hard time believing such a voice could hang so heavy with the scent of dead things on its breath. Stars began to sparkle in Melvin’s eyes. His lungs burned.

“Marked,” the voice continued, “By a witch.”

The pale girl with the blood-red hair froze and sucked in a sudden intake of breath between gritted teeth.

“A witch?” the girl said, her eyes wide and spectacularly shiny.

“I’ve never turned a witch,” the voice said into Melvin’s ear. “This should be very interesting. Her blood could be powerful in ways I’ve never experienced. Yes, yes. I’m so glad you’ve come.”

Then the hand slid from Melvin’s neck, and he gasped a heaving breath.

“We should kill him. Take no chances,” the pale girl said. Her eyes dripped with venom. So beautiful yet so deadly, Melvin thought. Not unlike Morgan in that way.

“No. He’ll serve us as bait. Keep him occupied until the witch arrives,” the voice said, and then the presence over Melvin’s shoulder slid away, back to whatever shadows it had previously resided.

“There it is,” Alexandria Knight said in an awed whisper.

Morgan helped Alexandria out of the shaft and into the breezy night air. The looming silhouette of a house on a hill rose above them, its peaked tops piercing the moon. Morgan had no doubt this was the place they were looking for, the mayor’s home that Joey had been led to in hopes of gold. Her face drew up in a bitter smile.

She had made it.

“Morgan?” Bridget Briswell’s voice came out of the darkness, and Morgan felt her hopes rise in reply. She turned towards the voice, and there she was, Bridget, in all of her blonde criminal justice lawyer glory. Bridget staggered forward, holding her side with one hand and St. Graves’ pistol in her other. Morgan didn’t know how Bridget had come across the gun in all the chaotic fury she’d fled, but Morgan knew could have kissed her for it.

“You made it!” Bridget cried and threw her arms around Morgan’s shoulders. Morgan hugged her back, felt Bridget’s wet tears through the fabric of her shirt. “Those. those. THINGS almost got me, but I ran and I found a cave and got outside, and it almost caved in on me! And Doctor St. Graves, oh God, I think he’s dead!”

“I’m glad you got out,” Morgan said. Bridget sniffed and wiped her wrist across her nose.

“You said the doctor’s dead?” Alex said quietly. Her face held no expression. “I heard a scream. It was. awful,” Bridget replied, her wet cheeks glistening in the moonlight. She tried not to remember the last sound St. Graves had made in this world. She shuddered and bit back a sob.

“Is that the doctor’s pistol? The one with silver bullets?” Morgan said, holding out her hand. Bridget gave a weak nod.

Alex took a subtle step back and said nothing. Her eyes darted towards the gun.

“Yeah,” Bridget said and handed it to Morgan.

“Thanks,” Morgan said, took the gun, turned towards Alexandria Knight and fired it into the woman’s chest.

“Keep you occupied, Master says, and how do you propose I should do that?” Rhianna asked, twirling a finger in her hair. She flashed Melvin a coy look. Rhianna had never had a man who could deny her and the hypnotic power of her eyes; she was interested to discover what this incredibly normal-looking man with glasses was capable.

“Got a Nintendo or something?” Melvin said. He refused to give into the temptation of the vampire; as beautiful as she was, he knew this was easier said than done.

Her emerald eyes burned into Melvin’s inhibitions. He struggled to maintain them.

The girl slinked over to Melvin, licked her pink lips, and slid off Melvin’s glasses.

“I can think of something so much more fun,” the temptress whispered and brushed her lips against Melvin’s own. She leaned into him, and Melvin felt her tongue dart out and slip into his mouth. Despite himself, Melvin felt heat grow in his loins.

After a moment, he kissed her back.

They kissed harder, their tongues meeting and twirling; Rhianna’s hand found the hard straining need that tented the front of Melvin’s crotch and rubbed it with sweet, soft caresses. Melvin moaned, tasting the metallic flavor of blood on the woman’s lips.

Her fang pricked his lip, and Melvin smarted. His head banged against the unforgiving wood of the post at his back. Pain throbbed with his heartbeat.

“Oh, sorry,” Rhianna said in a voice that sounded in no way apologetic. Her tongue flicked out and lapped away the tear drop of blood at the corner of Melvin’s mouth.

“Let me make it up to you,” she said in a silky soft voice and went to her knees.

The apprentice had no chance to scream.

The silver bullet exploded through Alexandria Knight, and Ms. Knight seemed to be several things at once: Old Karl, the werewolf, Morgan McMuffin, and several people that Bridget did not recognize. Identities flickered past like flipping pages of a year book.

An instant later, they melted into the ground as a flurry of shrinking shadows, and the dark man was no more.

Bridget sunk to her knees and vomited into the dusty ground. This was more than she could take. After emptying the contents of her stomach, she spat the taste of bile out of her mouth and looked up at Morgan.

“What the hell was that?” she said.

Morgan tucked the pistol into front of her pants. She sighed, put her hands on her hips and wondered where to begin. Her eyes were dark as night; her hair danced in the air.

“That was our friend, the shape shifter. I assume he’s been leading people into Bloodless for some time now, a minion of the Bride. As Old Karl, he’d dupe people with some bullshit story about gold in that house,” she said and motioned towards the building next to them. “I was suspicious right away, couldn’t pick up any kind of read on his aura. All I felt were shadows, which makes sense since that’s your classic shape shifter. Shadows that can turn themselves into pretty much anything they want. Probably just wanted us to assume he was a werewolf so our suspicions weren’t raised when he tried turning into one of our group.”

“But the silver killed it,” Bridget said. She looked hopeful.

“Oh yeah, that’s something the stories get right. Whether it’s a basic werewolf or not, silver will kill a shape shifter.”

“And what about the real Alexandria?”

“She’s dead,” Morgan said. She did not know for certain, but it was a good assumption.

“You were one of its identities. I saw you when it died,” Bridget pointed out.

Morgan had already noticed this, and some answers had fallen into place, notably the reason for the weird way Melvin had acted towards her the night before. Whatever had happened, the shape shifter was to blame. Poor Melvin, she thought and hid a smile. She nodded at Bridget’s observation.

“Yeah, it may have used my form to trick another one of us,” Morgan said. They waited for a moment in silence, thinking.

“What now?” Bridget said. Morgan hitched up her pants and blew air though her lips. She turned towards the tall house on the hill, the house that harbored monsters. It beckoned to her, the darkness calling. Morgan helped Bridget to her feet and looked her straight in the eyes.

“I want you to go find whatever vehicle Joey brought up here and bring it close to the house. It can’t be far. Find it and park it in the front yard, at the bottom of the steps. In case I am in need a hasty escape, and I am pretty sure I will,” Morgan said.

“Even if I find it, we don’t have the keys,” Bridget said in a shrill voice. She did not want to separate from Morgan and go out into the abandoned ghost town alone.

Morgan bent over and scooped up a strange-shaped rock. She held the rock out to Bridget.

“Use this,” Morgan said. Bridget’s eyebrows flew up in disbelief.

“This rock?”

Morgan nodded. “Yeah, trust me. Stick it in the ignition and turn it just like a key.”

“This’ll work?”

“I’m a witch,” Morgan said, turned and headed towards the house on the hill without another word. Her dark hair blew behind her like a cape, and Bridget watched her go, the rock in her hands and cold fear in her stomach.

Melvin closed his eyes and tried to clear his head. The pleasure rushing up was like a drug, injecting hazy stupefying numbness into his brain, and Melvin knew that he had to keep some semblance of rationality if he wanted to get out of this alive.

The girl bobbed over his erect penis, her lips slipping over his flesh; her tongue flicked out and tickled the underside of his cock, sending glorious shivers up Melvin’s spine. Her hands worked him, one on his shaft, the other cupping his testicles and softly kneading them.

Say what you like about the evil bitch, she gave amazing head.

Rhianna knew she was good. This hapless mortal was putty in her hands. She sucked and stroked him harder, and she heard him groan with need above her. It would be so easy to sink her teeth into the flesh of his thigh or bite his cock off and drink the blood that spurted out, but Rhianna wanted to take her time. Anyway, Master had said not to kill this one, not yet.

She slipped his hardened manhood out of her mouth and tortured him with a slow sliding lick on the underside of his cock; when she made it to the bulbous head, Rhianna took her time to slap it against her pink tongue. The man’s closed eyes clenched. He could not take much more of this.

Rhianna stood and kissed the man on his lips. She had tortured him long enough. The time for the main event had come. Her hands began unbuttoning the man’s shirt.

She shrieked as something scalded her fingers, and Rhianna stumbled backwards and fell rump-first onto the dirt floor of the cellar. A shiny object glittered on the man’s chest- a crucifix!

“Unchain my hand, and I’ll take it off,” Melvin said in breathless, lusty voice.

The red-haired woman stared back at him, sucking the tips of her burnt fingers. Her eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Please, please, let me fuck you. I need to fuck you,” Melvin begged. The woman regarded him for another moment and stood up. She sucked her fingers purposely, lustily, ran one along the rim of her lips, her eyes glowing. She allowed the rags adorning her to fall off her shoulders and to the ground.

“Oh, Jesus,” Melvin said, and his eyes widened. The woman was perfect and so white she looked unreal. Her skin was fresh snow, her hair a blaze of flames, her eyes emeralds.

“Take it off and throw it into the corner,” the woman said and pointed into the shadows.

“Yes, please, I just need you,” Melvin pleaded. His penis strained at his crotch as if evidence of his sincerity.

Rhianna had him. If he did this, discarded his beliefs for her sex, then it proved that he was fully under her spell and she might begin her own flock. Might even be a Master, herself, one day. She walked around the post and unchained the man’s right hand.

Melvin knew this was his chance. This was what he’d been waiting for. As long as the woman believed he was completely in her power.

Melvin snapped the crucifix off his neck.

Rhianna’s lips drew up in a smile, her fangs protruding.

Melvin threw the crucifix into her face. Sizzling flesh and the stench of burnt meat erupted in the air, and Melvin scrambled with his free hand to unchain his other. Rhianna clutched her wound, shrieking and clawing at the scalded mark of the cross on her cheek and over her eye. The crucifix fell and cluttered to the ground.

Melvin found something that felt like a latch, thumbed it, bent towards his ankles with two newly freed hands.

Pain turned to fury, and Rhianna aimed her angry eyes at the man who had hurt her. She hissed, bearing her fangs, and leapt. She flew and collided with the man’s chest.

Melvin grunted, heard a wooden snap, and fell backward as the post that held him split into two. Splinters and shards flipped through the air. Melvin hit the ground, air blowing out of his lungs, the vampire’s claws thrust into his chest.

His cock thrust into her, accidentally or not, Melvin didn’t know, but the vampire responded with a buck and a grunt, and suddenly she was fucking him, her hair flying around her head, her sharp nails digging bloody paths through the skin of his torso.

Rhianna began clawing him, shreds of skin tearing and shredding under her fingers, and she humped, her breasts bouncing, and Melvin realized the crazy bitch was going to screw him to death. She’d tear him open and eat his insides while she fucked him!

It felt so horrible and yet so good. How was he still erect? It made no sense, and Melvin felt insanity nudge his brain with a prodding nose. The vampire must be doing something to him, and he was helpless against it.

Melvin tried to get away from her, push her off, scramble out from under her, but the red-haired demon was too strong. She laughed and took a break from clawing his bloody chest to slap stars into Melvin’s head. He blinked, dazed.

His blood splashed against his face.

Melvin fought with consciousness, felt his fingers brush against something sharp and wooden. A piece of the broken post! He grasped it with trembling fingers.

Pain scorched his body and started to fade to numbness. Was he going into shock? Please let it not be too late.

The vampire had her eyes closed. Melvin’s blood dotted her white, flawless skin. Melvin thrust his arm up, jabbing the jagged strip of wood into Rhianna’s vulnerable chest between her heaving breasts. Melvin felt the defense of her sternum resist and then snap, and the makeshift stake sunk into the woman’s heart. Dark, black blood leaked from the wound.

Rhianna’s eyes flew open; her hands stopped clawing. Her face was one of bewilderment and betrayal. She opened her mouth to scream and erupted into flame.

Melvin flung her away and scrambled to his feet, clutching the shreds of his naked chest. The vampire crawled feebly into a corner, shrieking, and collapsed into a burning heap.

“Thank you, Peter Cushing,” Melvin said as he stooped to pick up the crucifix at his feet and strung it around his neck.

Morgan examined the line from Dante’s “Inferno”: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

The words arched around large, medieval doorway. Either a very educated person had built this house, or more likely, it had been added later. But when and by who? Morgan shrugged. Yet another minor mystery, she thought. Life was full of such mysteries, and Morgan had been around long enough to realize there would be never enough time to solve them all, and besides, some things were better left unknown. What was life without mystery?

She pushed through the door.

“Welcome,” the tall blonde woman said on the other side, spreading her arms wide and bowing low. “To my humble abode.”

“Mina Harker,” Morgan greeted. She said the words as if she had expected no less.

The tall blonde woman’s eyes widened and she smiled an expression of pleasant surprise. A velvety cape and cowl draped her shoulders and underneath it: a long crimson dress. Mina looked younger than Morgan expected, and the vampiress had an air about her that bespoke of refinement and aristocracy. Her features struck Morgan as something more than stunning, a potent combination of cat-like grace and smoldering seduction. Morgan felt a stir of attraction and repulsion in her chest. She could not allow herself to forget that the woman before her was a Bride.

Morgan’s eyes were then drawn by the collection of skulls adorning the walls like trophies. The black shadows of eyeless sockets bore down on her with empty looks.

“Humble abode, eh?” Morgan said with a snort.

Mina gave her a dry smile. Her thick, sensuous lips disguised her fangs. She turned and motioned towards a bottle and a glass with an open hand like a magician showing the audience an empty top hat from which he’s about to pull a rabbit. She then pointed to a thick, cushy armchair.

“Won’t you have a seat? And a drink?” Mina asked, playing the role of gracious hostess. “Something to keep you warm while we converse.” She uncorked the bottle and began to pour into the glass.

“What about you?” Morgan said as she accepted the offer.

“I don’t drink.” Mina paused a beat and finished, “. wine.”

“I’ve seen that film. It doesn’t end well for the vampire,” Morgan said and took a small sip of the wine. It tasted rich and sweet. Morgan ventured a deeper sip.

“I’m not your typical vampire,” Mina Harker said. She floated into a chair across from Morgan and crossed her long, shapely legs. Her eyes flickered like orange coals. Morgan placed the cup on the end table, licked her lips and nodded at the skulls on the wall.

“Friends of yours?” she asked. In response, a grim smile pulled back over the vampiress’ fangs.

“Dracula’s other lovers. He’s quite fickle when it comes to matters of the heart,” she said in a sharp voice. Morgan’s eyes jumped from one skull to the next, down the line; at least two dozen skulls hung on the wall. Their white, skinless faces bore gnashed teeth.

“Couldn’t stand the competition?” Morgan said. The vampiress shifted in her seat and chuckled.

“In a way. Where’s the glamour of being a Bride if there are another dozen like you hanging around the four corners of the globe? Besides, I was doing them a favor by lifting the curse. At least, that’s what I believed at the time.”

“At the time?”

Mina leaned forward in her seat. Her eyes flamed. “I was naïve in my belief that the Prince of Darkness loved me. When one is undead, there is no love. My ability to love died along with my humanity as Dracula’s did when he became an undead. For a long time, this knowledge tortured me. I sought out the other Brides, destroyed them and came out into the American desert, an unexplored frontier at the time, to starve. Only later when I was released from my bondage and fed again did I finally understand the power, the gift, Dracula had unwittingly given me. Power to become greater than even he.”

Morgan frowned and replied, “And those things in the cave?”

“It is not unusual for a live woman to become with. child. after copulating with an undead. Dracula’s penchant for fornication has fathered more undead children than he cares to admit or bothers to consider. The things in the cave are the spawn of an undead father and human mother. They are neither living nor dead, abandoned as I was abandoned by the Prince of Darkness.”

“Would it not have been more humane to destroy them as you did the Brides?” Morgan said. She picked up the glass of wine and took a long swallow. She wanted to rinse the bitter taste of the conversation out of her mouth.

“It is not my place to destroy Dracula’s children. My hope was that he might come here some day. and have to answer to them,” Mina said, and her hands clutched the sides of her chair with white knuckles. Her long fingernails pierced the leather.

“You wanted to feed him to them,” Morgan said in a low voice. The vampiress nodded in reply.

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. But let us talk no longer of me. What brings you to my home this night?”

“A friend,” Morgan said. She finished off the glass of wine. “His name is Joseph Gray. Your shape shifter led him here with promises of gold.”

“Ah, you’ve met my shape shifter, I take it. And how is the dark man these days?” the vampiress said and tapped a finger against her chin. A curious smile curled her lips.

“Dead,” Morgan said, sounding bored.

“Much like your friend, Mr. Gray. He ended up fodder for Dracula’s children.”

Morgan stood up as if to leave and said, “Then our business is done here. Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Harker, but I must go.”

Mina rose in tandem and placed her hands upon Morgan’s shoulders. Morgan felt hidden strength in the vampiress’ delicate hands. Mina caught her attention with her flaming eyes. Morgan felt a strange stirring in her chest. An effect of the wine? Or something else.

“No, Morgan Le Fay, your business with me is just beginning,” Mina said and swept her lips over Morgan’s with a passionate kiss.

Bridget Briswell felt the eyes on her before she saw them. Her heart jumped in her chest, thinking that the baby-creatures had managed to slither their way out of the caves, but she felt only slightly less frightened when she realized the eyes belonged to a pack of hungry coyotes.

The coyotes surrounded her, and she thought she saw one foaming at the mouth. She remembered reading in a book that vampires sometimes had control over the lesser beasts like wolves and rats, and she figured coyotes weren’t too far off the family tree.

One of the animals nudged closer, and Bridget hurled a rock at it.

“Get the fuck away!” she cried. The coyote yelped when the rock found its mark and scurried back into its circle of friends. Then the circle tightened around her.

When she saw the car that looked like Joey’s rusty old Cadillac, she broke out into a run. The coyotes collapsed the circle and dashed after her, snapping jaws and rabid mouths.

Bridget ran so hard that she collided with the car door, and she flung her hands over the handle and pulled.

“FUCK!” she screamed when she found it locked. The quickest of the coyotes broke from the pack and leapt at her head.

Fueled by adrenaline and an insane anger raging in her veins, Bridget caught the animal in her arms and swung it headfirst into the car window. The glass shattered, and the animal flopped to the ground, dark brainy blood oozing from its ears.

Bridget pulled her body through the window and dug into her pocket for the weird-shaped rock Morgan had handed her earlier. When she placed it into the ignition, it slid in easily, and when she turned it, the car purred to life.

“Holy shit, it worked,” Bridget breathed in an awed voice, and she steered the car towards the center of town.

Melvin fought his way through the darkness, up a moldy cement staircase he found in a corner of the cellar. His hands twitched up the unseen, crumbling walls until they came to a stop at a wooden door above his head.

He fingered the crucifix at his neck, mentally thanking his brother for becoming a priest and insisting he wear one at all times. Then he straightened his glasses and geared himself for whatever horrors he might next face.

“Here goes nothin’,” he said and pushed up through the floor.

Melvin gasped when he saw a breathtakingly beautiful, tall blonde woman about to sink her teeth into his wife’s neck. He cried out and ran towards them, holding the crucifix like a gun. The blonde vampire’s orange eyes caught him with their blaze, and she paused, her fangs at Morgan’s pulsing skin.

“No, Morgan, wake up!” he yelled.

Morgan’s eyes blinked as she came out of the stupor, and she tried to place what had happened in the past few minutes. Her last clear thought was that of Mina swooping over her to. kiss her? Morgan pushed the vampiress away, angry that she had let down her guard so easily.

“Don’t you realize what you’re refusing? Your blood mixed with mine! Who knows what the results might be! Unimaginable power!” the vampiress screamed as Morgan’s arms extended into her chest.

“Or something not meant to be like those things in the cave,” Morgan replied and shook her head. “You’ve lost your senses in hope of revenge, Mina.”

The vampiress’ features darkened, and she, looking like a brewing storm, turned to face Melvin. Melvin stopped in his tracks, still holding the crucifix to keep her out of reach. His eyes were wild and wide, and they flicked from Mina to Morgan and back.

“You fool! You think that can stop me? You’ve ruined everything!” the vampiress cried out and moved towards Melvin just as Morgan’s hands turned to guns and unleashed a wave of fire that washed over the vampiress and sent Mina spinning into the far wall.

The vampiress crashed in a flurry of flames and wooden splinters, skulls falling from their perches and landing into her calamity.

“Run!” Morgan cried and walked backwards to the doors, still spewing liquid fire out of her fingers. Velvet curtains went up in a blaze. The chairs that Morgan and Mina had sat in moments before collapsed upon themselves in flame. Melvin didn’t look back, just ran, hoping that they would make it out alive, after all the horror of the last few hours.

He made it out the front door just as Bridget Briswell pulled up at the base of the stairs leading to the house’s front porch in a rusty Cadillac. Suddenly Morgan was at his side and then in front of him, racing down the stairs.

“C’mon!” she cried. Melvin followed. When he leapt into the car and flung the door closed, he ventured a glance behind him.

The house on the hill, the looming presence that sat in the middle of Bloodless, fell into itself in a heap of red and orange flame.

“So it’s over?” Melvin asked. It felt good to be back in New York, where chaos and insanity took a more human form. He leaned back in his chair, a cup of hot tea in one hand. Morgan paced the room, showered and fresh, her beauty glowing like heat off a desert fire. Morgan shrugged at his question.

“It’s commonly accepted that intense fire can destroy a vampire. Depends on what legends you believe it, and more probably, it depends on the vampire,” she said. She treaded over to Melvin and snuggled into his lap.

“Well, do you think she’s dead? Well, she’s already dead, but I mean, REALLY dead,” Melvin asked, sipped his tea, and placed the cup on a coaster. He ran his hands over the curve of Morgan’s body.

“Are you worried she’s destroyed? It would be a shame, a looker like that. You wanted to do her, didn’t you?” Morgan said with a teasing poke into Melvin’s chest.

“No, no.”

“You can if you want,” Morgan said and changed her features into that of Mina Harker.

“No,” Melvin said, his voice low and serious. “Besides, it bothers me a little with the whole shape shifting thing, you know, after what happened in that bar.”

“Oh, dear,” Morgan said and caressed his cheek. “You can’t help what happened. Besides, I’m not literally changing my shape like that other creature. It’s just an illusion. It’s still really me.”

“And it’s you I want. As long as we don’t wake up Bridget. She needs her rest,” Melvin replied, running his hand along the smooth grace of Morgan’s neck. He remembered the vampiress’ teeth hovering just where his fingers touched, and a shudder raced down his spine.

“Too bad,” Morgan said with a grin. “We could have used a third.”

“You are such a naughty witch,” Melvin said and pulled her shirt over her arms and shoulders.

He kissed the bare skin, tickling his fingers to the snap of her bra and unlatched it. Her naked breasts heaved besides his head, and Melvin moved his mouth over them, cherishing the feel of her flesh in his mouth, under his tongue.

She undressed him slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, caressing him, pulling off his pants, stroking him. Melvin sighed, feeling her magic hands on him everywhere at once, intense pleasure drenching his body down to every individual pore of his skin.

When he entered her, he entered familiar and comfortable territory. It was like coming home, returning to a place he belonged after he had been away for too long. He fit her perfectly, and he knew that he had been made for her and her for him. When she began to ride him in the chair, he sighed and let himself float on a river of ecstasy. This was how lovemaking should feel. True and real and incredible.

She rode him quicker and quicker, her breaths short and gasping, her hands on his neck, her thighs clapping his thighs, her breasts bouncing in his face as Melvin moved his mouth from one to the other, flicking his tongue over her skin, over her protruding nipples. His hands clutched her hips, fingers sinking into the soft smoothness of her skin.

“Oh, darling, darling, yes, yes,” she sighed. Her jet-black hair swung from side to side, brushing her shoulders, electric bolts of white zigzagging through it. She thought of the Mina Harker for a moment, her flaming orange eyes fixed into Morgan’s, and her foul breath lustily fogging Morgan’s neck. Then she thought of Melvin, her hero, appearing out of the floor and saving her, and Morgan’s face drew up in a smile. Good ol’ Melvin; he didn’t even know how perfect he was.

Then something fluttered in her stomach, a rising tide of orgasm shuddering through her lower body and sweeping up over her, and Morgan’s mouth blew open with a cry of exploding joy.

Melvin knew it was over for him at the moment; the sight of his gorgeous wife getting off would be too much for any hot-blooded male to overcome, and he felt his cum blasting up and through the shaft up his cock and splattering his wife’s insides with copious jets.

“Oh, Jesus, I love you!” Melvin cried as he came.

Neither one of them ever saw the flaming orange eyes watching them through the parlor windows and then disappear into the night.

~the end~

It started out as any other day but who knew what would be awaiting those few souls whose open minds let in too much darkness. The cold pitter patter of melting snow was heard echoing through the empty streets as she looked at the brightness of the white landscape. It hurt her eyes and she had to turn away even though she knew he would be coming soon. There was no contrast of color as he pulled up in a white van to collect her work done for the day.

His agile body swung out of the van door, but there was something different about his swagger today than days past. If anyone would know what kind of swagger he had it was she, as she watched him more than anyone knew. He had caught her a few times staring at him as he casually dropped off the work. When he has caught her gaze he noticed it wasn’t always on his face. She watched him move, as her mind raced with desirous thoughts. Her faced reveled more than she thought as he enjoyed watching her watch him, and he strutted a bit more for her benefit knowing he was wanted by her. She blushed easily and put her head down when he looked directly at her each day to say hi. When she wasn’t in the front he would look around until he spotted her, and she was always looking and he would wave nonchalantly. But they both new, it was a look or a tilt of the head or maybe it was in the vocal timbre when the spoke. Others didn’t know or didn’t get it but that was irrelevant. They had no reason to care if they knew or not, the want was more than they both knew. And if they knew the burning yearning need that would be fueled in the next few hours he wouldn’t be picking up the work today and she wouldn’t have waited for him.

He produced the keys needed to enter, she could have helped him but she wanted a few more minutes to watch him without him knowing she was there. She usually leaves work at 3:30 but on this day she needed to stay because his eye contact this morning was mesmerizing and she wanted more. More what? Well she didn’t know for sure but more of him in any capacity would make her happy. He was looking down as he entered the bank, swinging the door open as he swung his slim hips with his small quick movements.

She was looking at his hips as he looked up and said “Oh hey, you are here still, sorry I am running a little late.”

She smiled as her gaze lifted up to his handsome face. “That is ok I didn’t want to go home yet, all this snow is driving me crazy being holed up with the family.” He looked at her directly in the eyes, she blushed and looked down.

He touched her chin and lifted up her face to meet his eyes. “Do I scare you?” he asks with a smirk.

“Oh goodness no, umm maybe I just get a little nervous talking to you, I am sorry, it is not you it is me.” She is embarrassed but strangely excited, and is trembling a bit. Her chin tingles from his touch and she is red with blush.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks.

“What?” she replied, surprised he was so bold. “The box, is it ready for me?” he says smiling cause he knows exactly what she was thinking.

“Oh yes I am sorry, yes it is ready. Ummmmmm how are the roads?” she asks stalling for more time with him. He laughs at her obviousness, and she frowns at his laugh.

He looks her up and down, as he has done many times without her knowing. He is taking in her golden hair, her sparkling aqua eyes, her smooth creamy skin. His eyes are undressing her as he looks at her silky shirt, covering her massive tits, and his mouth starts to water. He slowly gazes down her tummy and sees her long legs and wants to know if she is wet where her legs meet her body. He darts back to her eyes and she is watching him devour her with his blue eyes. He wants her she can tell.

He finally says, “I will give you a ride home and you can see how the roads are.” This was not a question it was a statement. She was so moist from his gaze she was certain he could smell her sex from across the counter. She didn’t reply she just grabbed her coat and followed his sweet ass out the door.

She told him she only lived a block away, but he wasn’t listening anyways. He said “You wanted to know how the roads are I will show you.” She was quiet because his forwardness was turning her on and she didn’t want him to stop. He drove out a mile and the roads were fine, but then he turned to the left and said we better try out the gravel. Again she did not protest. He pulled into an abandon farm, and she was extremely scared, and wondered what she was doing with him in a van out in the country.

He turned off the van, and didn’t look at her. He said, “You watch me.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement. “You see me don’t you?”.

“Yes”, she whispers.

He rasps to her, “Tell me what you see?”

“I see you, I see the soft lips, I see the cocky walk, I see that you are great in bed, I see that you want me to be your slut, I see that you want to use me forever, I see the boredom in your eyes from everyday life. I see your desires are extreme, like mine are. I see you want the excitement that I also need.” She whispers all of this to him.

He looks over to her, blue on blue boring holes into each other. He just stares at her, making her lose her gaze because it is too intense. Her eyes drop to his pants, his zipper is straining under the pressure that is building. “I knew you seen me, understood me, you are just like me, and want me. It is in your face everyday that I come in to your work. Now you will have what you need.”

He reaches over and yanks her golden hair back, looks at her and sees the tears well up in her eyes, he doesn’t know if this is from the hair pulling or because she is scared or because the need in her is so strong that it is killing her. He touches her lips with his finger, traces the sweet pink lips and puts his finger in her mouth. She greedily starts sucking his finger immediately. She is now rubbing her legs together because everything about him has gotten her white silk panties soaked. He pulls his finger out.

He says, “I want to see you, take off your shirt” he knows she is shy about her body but has a feeling she will do anything he asks her to do. She takes off her silk blouse and silk pants while never looking away from his eyes. She can’t look away, she wants to please him. He takes his moist finger that was just in her mouth and slowly drags it down her neck, down her large creamy boobs, stopping at her tweaked nipples, he rolls it between his fingers and she moans. He traces down her belly and onto her bare mound. He looks at her when he slid his finger over her soaked slit. She pushes her bald pussy at him, hoping his fingers will slip right into the hole, she needs his finger in her, inside her hot warm walls. He pulls back yet again, he tells her “Put your finger where mine just was.” Of course she obeys.

He says “Now I am going to take out my cock and you are going to get as much of your hand into your pussy as you can.”

All she could think of was finally! He pulls out his cock which is standing strong and hard and it is all she can do to not reach over and touch it. Her eyes glaze over with such a powerful need, he knew she would love his large manhood. He was 11 inches of silky hardness and he had to stroke himself cause she was already turning him on without even knowing it.

He said, “What did I tell you slut?” , he didn’t like calling her that but he knew she wanted to hear it. She reached down with two fingers and with no problem at all stuck them in her steaming pussy. She was moaning already just staring at his cock, licking her lips.

He says “Baby, you can do better than that, make me proud of you.” She sticks another finger in herself, it is tight, but it is so damn wet you can hear her pussy sucking it in, squishing the juices out of her, giving the van a hot sex odor, that was driving him crazy. He is massaging the head of his vein popping penis, and is loving watching this professional lady on his seat finger fucking her pussy.

He says, “More, I know you can do more, look how much you want me, you can stick four in that tight hole and you will love it.” Amazingly enough she barely gets one more finger tip inside her, it isn’t fitting but she is trying so hard he is wanting to stick his big cock in her in the most powerful way.

“Oh god, I want you so bad.” She whispers to him with smoldering eyes.

He says “DO NOT CUM YET, MY SWEET GIRL. I will tell you when I want that.” Her hand is going into her hot wet pussy and it is making him jerk harder, not wanting to enter her yet, wanting to savor the moment. He can’t he hasn’t had someone so willing to please him in every way ever.

He says, “Get your sweet ass up here and ride my cock like I know you want and crave so bad you can taste it.” She rushes to his lap, she straddles him and he is holding the base of his cock, and her wet pussy is directly over it. He says stay there and don’t move yet. She is so wet her pussy is actually dripping her hot sweet nectar right on the head of his massive dick.

He says “Serve me those luscious tits baby.” She does as told and starts moaning like crazy. Her tits are so big and full and her nipples are big and hard and are so sensitive she is nearly going crazy.

She starts saying “God please you have to give it to me. I need you, I need your cock in my pussy now, please please please please.” Oh god he was now going crazy too listening to this hot bitch beg him to fuck her. He grabbed her hips and impaled her with his massive hard on.

“Oh MY GOD!” they both said at the same time. The fit was perfect, she took him all the way in, yet enveloped him so perfectly that he thought he had died and gone to heaven, PUSSY HEAVEN.

To be continued.

Dear Daddy,

I thought I would take the time to write you a short note. I want to tell you what thoughts are in my head. I have felt so erotic all day with these thoughts and hope you will act upon them. I have been preparing myself for you.

I have been playing with my nipples on and off all day while reading hot, erotic stories I found on the internet. I even wrapped some rubber bands around my nipples so they would stick out. I even read a story where they used clamps. I figured you would like those clamps so when I went to the store today I found something similar. I had to alter them though because it looked like those teeth might hurt. You will even find my sex spot to your liking. I know you like your cunnys bare naked.

I have been having these thoughts of you finding me in this new little outfit I found. Whether or not I am still awake when you read this about either me having to take off my clothes to show you or you finding me asleep and waking me up to show it to you. You find the outfit to your liking and run your hands all over every inch to feel how snug it fits me.

As you are running your hands over my outfit you grab my boobs and start to kneed them and pinch them. If I think I can stand it I might just put the rubber bands back on my nipples so you can see what I did today. It looked so good to see my nipples poking out. While you are enjoying this I hope your free hand snakes its way down to my naked sex. I love the feel of your strong hands running over my naked cunny. While you are feeling me up you bend over and start to lick and nibble on my nipples sucking them into your mouth. After a few minutes of this you get a bit more aggressive and start to spank my naked cunt as you called it. After a few minutes of this you make me spread my legs so you can alternate between spanking my open cunt and shoving your fingers up my cunt hole.

While you are doing this I am hoping that you will drop down and just run your tongue all over my hairless cunt. It is so erotic to have a tongue running over every inch of my nakedness. At this point I do not want to cum, I want that later. I just want to feel the eroticness of your tongue all over my mound and in my folds. There is such a strong desire to feel that.

While you are doing this you want your cock sucked on. You put your soft cock in my face and tell me to suck it and make it hard. You want to feel it grow in my mouth. While I am sucking you hard you are still tormenting my pussy, another name you gave it. You love spanking my bare pussy folds and rubbing my nubbin you found.

Then you decide that you want to try a few different things. You lie down on the bed and spread your legs so I have better access to your sex. You want your cock and balls sucked and licked. You make me have my pussy towards your face so if I mess up you can spank my ass and exposed pussy folds. All of a sudden I feel something a bit odd. You have gotten your finger wet with my juices and now you are playing with my other hole down there. By now you are fucking both of my holes with your fingers and are so hot.

Now you make me get on all fours because you really like fucking me from behind. You shove your cock in my pussy. You fuck me with total abandonment. You plunge your cock in me hard and deep. Your balls are slapping against my cunt mound. The sound of naked flesh slapping is making you want to abuse my pussy more and spank my ass while you are pounding me. After good five or so minutes of abusing my pussy you can feel your balls reaching a boiling point. You cannot hold out any longer and shoot your load in my hungry pussy.

You pull your cock out of my sopping pussy and shove it in my mouth to suck and clean off our combined juices. You do not let me stop sucking your cock until it has been thoroughly cleaned to your liking. While I am doing this you can see your cum running out of my bare pussy. You see this and make me take my hand and smear your cum all over my nakedness. With your mind is in its state of sexual bliss your mind is thinking of other ways to use my tits and pussy.

Daddy I hope you don’t mind that I put my thoughts to paper for you to read. The whole time I was writing it the desires got stronger and my pussy tingled. I know you want to use my tits and pussy. I can only hope that you put them to use tonight.

Sexily

Daddy’s girl

Sam and Rachel were like any other brother and sister always having moments when they could not stand each other. This weekend they were slightly upset to say the least that their parents would be going away and leaving them home. Both had plans to go out and have a good time, but their parents forbade them to leave the house.

“No, you cannot go out, how in the world are we to know that you are safe?” Their father scoffed at the mere mention of the idea.

In unison they replied, “But Dad, we are in college now!”

“No but, nothing! You are staying home. It would do you good to learn how to get along better. One day your mother and I won’t be around and it will be only the two of you to look after one another. Now think about that while we are gone.” With that their parents left, giggling like two school kids.

“This isn’t fucking fair Rachel, I wanted to go out tonight.” Sam glared at his sister, then a sweet smile played at the corners of his mouth. He starred at her for moment never realizing just how sexy his sister was. Standing there in a pair of shorts from last summer accentuating her firm rounded buttocks peeking out the rim of her shorts. Her cut off T-shirt showing cleavage he had not noticed before, the swell of her bosom visible, hardened nips showing through the white worn material. Her flushing face made her glow, she always did look good angry.

With a chuckle he started to walk away, “What you grinning at smart ass? I got to stay home too.” She stomped her foot making her bosoms jiggle causing more friction against her nipples. Sam felt his groin start to twitch, as her luscious body in the fit of anger; he could only imagine what a wild sex kitten she would be.

Sam had been watching his sister masturbate for over a year now, standing quietly while she furiously fingered her clit. All the while stroking his pulsating rod, when she reached her orgasm arching her back, thighs clenching her hand he would shoot his wad all over the floor. There was something magical in the way she pleased herself, he wanted so desperately to walk in, slide between her legs and lick her clean.

Fighting these urges for weeks now he pondered if maybe, just maybe this weekend he would give her the treat of her life. And maybe he would see just how far she would let him go. He knew his massive meat would stretch her tight little cunt giving him added pleasure.

They kept apart most of the day, not speaking to one another, Sam lost in his own mind planning out the evening.

Rachel couldn’t wait for Sam to finally go to bed so she could shower and please herself; she knew he had been watching it excited her knowing he was jerking off watching HER. She smiled, knowing tonight she would give him the show of his life.

Rachel was wrapped in a towel on her way to shower when she saw Sam, “Hey sis I am headed to bed now. Talk to you in the morning.”

“Ok, talk at ya later,” she smiled knowing there would be a lot of talking. Rachel decided she would tease him, yell out his name, fantasize it was Sam pleasing her hungry little pussy. She hoped he would lose control making known how hard she made him; excited about her plan she hurried to shower so the show would start.

Sam heard the bathroom door open, footsteps down the hall, which meant Rachel was already in her room. It would not be long now before he would taste that sweet juice on his lips and make her beg for his big rod deep inside her tightness. He had been trying not to touch himself for nearly forty minutes while she made herself ready for bed, and it was getting harder with the thoughts of her naughty little hands strumming her pretty pussy running through his mind.

Rachel had made herself ready, leaving the covers off exposing her nude body, something she had never done before. But she thought they both needed a treat tonight since they were stuck in the house. Looking over to make sure the door was cracked open just a little more than usual; she turned her bedside lamp on dim casting a soft amber glow off of her skin.

Closing her eyes she began to let her hands roam her body tweaking her tight nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers. She concentrated on the sounds around her to make sure he was there. Not to be disappointed she heard him softly sneak to the door, causing her to smile. Thus the teasing game started no holds barred.

Sam leaned back so she could not see him; opening the fly of his boxers he began stroking his aching tool. There she was, my God what a full beautiful body he thought. Her hands rubbing her taunt nipples, pulling them from time to time, but tonight she was moaning slightly sucking in a deep breath, this was making him nuts already. That is when he heard her speak as her fingers found her swollen clit, “Ohh Sam, that’s it, right there, big brother show your baby sister what pleasure is all about.”

Sam was frozen for a second, man she is fantasizing about me? Her moans and murmurs became louder, her hand moving faster until he could not take it anymore. She was so lost in her pleasure she did not realize he was in the room.

Sam crawled between her legs, staring into her eyes as she looked down at him, removing her hand from the pinkest pussy he had ever seen, “Lick your fingers Rachel, taste how wonderful you are.”

He moaned as she slowly slid her fingers deep into her mouth languishing on the taste. Opening her smooth shaved flower her began to nibble on her engorged clit, slowly lapping his way down to her honey hole. Sliding his tongue deep inside his sisters hot velvet center made him heady with lust.

Rachel grabbed his head pushing it deep into her hot wet twat yelling, ” Oh Yes, yes Sam, eat me, eat me good. Make me come on your wonderful tongue.”

Sam got up on his knees bound to tease this vixen of a little bitch for talking to him like that. Although he loved to hear women talk dirty it sounded more like she knew this was going to happen, so now he had to show her who was boss. With her legs open wide he pulled two pillows and shoved them under her low back. This left her open to him, every hole as his whim. Sticking two fingers deep into her dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit she started to writhe against him, making him smile.

He removed his fingers replacing it with the thumb that was teasing her clit; his lips began sucking at the now purple pebble as she begged him not to stop. She was close to reaching her orgasm, he took his index finger still sticky wet with her juice and lubed her little rosebud anus, sliding it deep inside as she started to climax screaming out. He was furiously pumping in and out sucking hard on her clit as she went wild on the bed pulling and tugging at her own nipples. Her hips wildly bucking against him as she screamed yes repeatedly.

Quickly he pulled his fingers out while she was still deep in her passions embrace, placing his now visibly throbbing cock at her dripping entrance thrusting deep inside her hot tight pussy. “Oh mother fuck me Rachel, you feel so damned good. You are the tightest I ever felt in my life. Now ride me baby girl, ride me hard.” He leaned back so he was flat on his back while she was sitting on top. His hands spanned her hips pulling her down on his thick shaft.

Rachel was shocked at his size, and the fact it felt at first like he split her in two until her muscles contracted around him in a spasm of pleasure. She began moving slowly up and down on his big shaft when he spoke, “Now, show me how you play with your nipples each night. I want to watch you.” She shook her head no, he took one of his fingers and caressed her clit until she obeyed like a good little girl. “That’s it Rachel show your big brother what turns your hot little pussy on. You like what I am doing to you don’t you?” Rachel couldn’t speak as another wave of orgasm over took her body, arching her back, muscles contracting hard against his throbbing beast buried to the hilt inside of her.

Sam felt her muscles tighten, sending him into the most mind-blowing orgasm he had ever felt. Since Rachel was lost in her own world of pleasure he grabbed her hips roughly thrusting upward several times expelling his jism packed balls into her milking honey pot.

Soon she collapsed on his chest, he was still buried deep inside of her, he ran his hand up and down her back stopping to grab both her rounded cheeks pulling her one more time against him. He heard her satisfied moan, thinking to himself this is going to be one hell of a weekend, hoping their parents would leave more often.

I had been dreaming of visiting the U.S. for many years, I had gone out with a hot guy from Florida who was living in Sydney/Australia for 4 years but needed to go back to the U.S. due to his working visa expiring and though he begged me to come and live with him and as much as I loved him, I wasn’t prepared to leave everything in Sydney behind to go to another country and be with him. This played on my mind for a few years, the regrets, the what ifs? They were driving me mad so I finally decided, fuck it, I’m going to surprise him with a visit.

I buy my ticket and finally, with anticipation, I get to Florida, Tampa Bay to be exact and check myself into the hotel and then I finally start realizing that this is stupid, I can’t believe I’ve done this, he could already be in a relationship, be married, who knows, but most importantly, I wondered, how do I lure him into the bar downstairs and surprise him. Either way, I had to see him.

I convince the receptionist at the front desk to help me and she loves the whole set up, thinks its romantic, she was such a nice girl, so she rings him and pretends to try to pick him up lol, convinces him to meet her at the bar that night, that she had met him once before through a mutual friend and really liked him, he fell for it hook, line and sinker, he wasn’t going to come thinking it was a prank but i’m glad he was intrigued enough to bite. I was so excited, I spend the day getting myself ready for him, I get my hair and nails done, go the beautician and get my pussy and ass completely waxed, I wanted to make sure my body was exactly the way he remembered it.

I get to the bar 30minutes before he was due to supposedly meet her and I sit quietly and hidden in the dark corner of the bar, then I finally see him and my heart skips a beat, I nearly cry because I’ve missed him so much and all the love I felt for him just came pouring back. He looked so sexy and so fucking hot. He settled at the bar and orders a drink, by this time I had already devoured two martini’s and lucky for that because it made it easier for me to approach him. I sneak up behind him and put my hands over his eyes, and he stretches behind himself and starts to touch my body, trying to figure out who it is, obviously thinking it’s the girl who rang, he continues touching my body and finally his hands finally rest on my ass. He says are you going to show me who you are or not and I slowly pull my hands away from his eyes and he turns around and oh my god, to this day I can’t forget the look of shock and happiness on his face. He just stared at me, and then grabs me and kisses me with the most hungry and passionate of kisses I’ve ever felt. I knew then he missed me as much as I had missed him, he picks me up and I’m straddling him now, lucky I was wearing jeans, and I’m sitting there on top of him, kissing and hugging him. He finally sets me down and asks me 100 questions, but he still wouldn’t stop kissing me. Everyone was watching us at this stage, we even heard a get a room which embarrassed us. We stick around the bar for about an hour, talking about what made me do this etc, finally o I grab him and take him up to the room.

We get in the elevator and he just couldn’t keep his hands off me. He starts to kiss me, not caring that people were coming in and out of the elevator, we get to my room and as soon as the door closes he throws me against the wall and deep tongues my with so much passion, I’m so horny and wet by then, he literally rips my top off me, buttons go flying, and he latches his hot mouth on to my nipples and starts to suck them like his life depended on them. We always had intense and mind blowing sexual sessions, each time was like the first, he is sucking and biting then harder now, I’m breathing so heavily by then and grabbing his face and burying it deeper into my chest, he’s on his knees now I’m freaking out and just wanting his cock inside me. What you all don’t know is that this guy has one hell of a hot cock, it’s 10inches long, circumcised and 2 and half inches wide, every woman’s dream cock. I wanted it inside me so desperately. He pops the buttons on my jeans and starts to pull them down, I rip my shoes off by then and the jeans follow them very quickly, he then starts to pull my g-string down and he inhales the sex aroma of my waxed pussy which by then was so wet, after ripping them off me he lifts my leg up in the air and then starts to suck my pussy juices right out of my cunt, I nearly cum straight away, I’m moaning loudly and totally losing it by now, his tongue is like no other, he starts to suck my clit and then flickers his tongue along it fast and then he dips it into my hole and I scream, he’s fucking me with his tongue and I’m slowly losing it, he rests my leg on his left shoulder and then starts to finger me while licking and sucking, I’m pinching my nipples by then, then dipping my finger in my pussy and then rubbing the juices on my nipples and then licking them, I love the taste of myself, no wonder he is sucking it like his life depended on it. I know I’m close, I can feel the intensity of what his tongue is doing to me and I start to grind into his mouth, I look down into his eyes and the look of sex and passion in his eyes does me in and I cum so hard in his mouth, I just see his tongue lapping away at my pussy, devouring my juices. He stands up and kisses me, letting me taste my juices on his tongue, he knows how much I love that.

He picks me up and throws me on the king size bed and then rips his clothes off, I can’t keep the want out of my eyes, just one look at his hot tattooed body and it just sends shivers up and down my spine. He is completely naked in front of me and my eyes are glued to his perfect cock, standing up hard and erect, I need to have it in my mouth so badly. He comes to the bed and I latch my mouth on to it and I hear him groan, he always loved how I sucked his cock dry, I couldn’t get enough of it, I lie sideways on the bed and put a pillow on the edge and then push my head all the way back hanging off the side of the bed, he knows I want to deep throat him, we both love that. He bends down like he’s about to 69 me and slowly enters his cock into my mouth and then pulls out, then back in, a bit deeper this time, and he continues to do this, going deeper each time, finally I feel him go past my tonsils and down the back of my throat and I realize I can’t breath and that is exactly how I want it, he pulls out, lets me breath and then forces it back down again, deeper this time, past my tonsils and down the back of my throat, he starts to fuck my mouth harder and faster now, letting me breath at the right intervals, I’m sucking his cock in deeper and deeper, I know that it was down my neck because my neck kept on bulging each time he pushed in, in the meantime, he starts to flicker his tongue on my clit again, in the 69er position and all I can do is moan with pleasure, it was still tender and I didn’t expect it, I know he’s close to coming because he starts fucking my throat harder and faster and I can see him tensing up, he finally warns me and then screams as I start to feel his hot liquid gold pouring down the back of my throat, it was so hot, it felt like it was burning me, he kept on fucking my mouth until every drops was dripping down my throat and I just kept on sucking his cock, sucking the cum right out of the eye, I didn’t care if it was tender, I wanted to make sure no drop went astray.

He finally pulls out of my mouth and just shakes his head, he can’t believe how intense that was. We are both naked and he helps me up and then just kisses me, that was the one thing I always loved about him, he was never the kind of guy who shied away from kissing a woman after she’s swallowed him like so many guys do, he’s a real man who is in tune with his sexuality and I love that about him. We get up, still totally naked and realize how thirsty we are so I go and pour us some drinks, our favorites, cranberry juice and vodka, I got 4 bottles of vodka from duty free when I arrived and I had bought some cranberry juice in my travels that day getting ready for that night. I realize there isn’t any ice so I call room service and ask them to bring up a container of ice. We sit there naked on the lounge, me sitting on his lap talking about the surprise, he couldn’t believe I was there, he kept on licking and sucking my right nipple while I was trying to explain more of my surprise, I can’t believe how happy he was. I asked him if he was with someone and he said no, that there hadn’t been anyone serious since we had broken up and I know it’s wrong but I felt so happy about that. The door knocks and it was room service, in the meantime my ex wanted to make a quick call, not even thinking I opened the door, totally naked, and the poor kid nearly dropped the ice, I said sorry, this is how we do things in Australia lol. My ex was laughing his head off talking on the phone while seeing what I just did, I gave the kid a tip and said thanks and he just couldn’t take his eyes off my nipples. I felt like asking him if he would like to suck them but I stopped myself ehehhe.

I finish making our drinks and settle myself back on my ex’s lap, his cock getting hard again, damn I love that cock. Anyway, we drink our drinks and he takes the ice out of his and slowly runs it on my nipple, the cold making it go hard instantly and it felt awesome, he starts to suck it hard and deep, I still haven’t felt his cock in my pussy yet and I was dying for it. We finished our drinks and he picks me up again and again throws me on the bed with this cheeky look in his eye. I land and my legs spread and he just dives right back in again, mouth first and I start moaning again, his tongue was doing wonders, I was still so wet from before. This time though he doesn’t waste anytime. He lifts my legs up on to his shoulders and then starts to tease my pussy lips with the head of this 10 inch cock. He knew how badly I wanted him inside me, he always teased me in the past and it was still driving me crazy. He starts to slide into me and I freak out, his size is a size I have missed so much, I feel him struggling to get it in but I didn’t want him to be gentle, I want it hard and I begged him to just fuck me and not worry and that was all he needed to hear from me to make it happen, he thrusts deep and his whole cock is inside me, we both knew it fit, it fitted for 4 yrs. He can’t control himself anymore, he starts to fuck me hard and fast now, I am screaming with the intensity of this cock in my tight pussy, the look in his eyes are driving me crazy, he lowers my legs and bends down and starts to suck my nipples really hard while fucking my pussy deep and fast, I’m screaming by now, he is thrusting so hard into me that he is lifting me up with every thrust and pushing my nipples deeper into his mouth, he quickly pulls out and flips me over on to my knees, and with one hard thrust buries himself deep into my pussy from behind, I can feel his balls hitting my pussy lips and I’m bent down so hard and my ass and pussy so high up and he is riding me so damn hard and fast, I’m screaming into the bed covers by now begging him to fuck me harder, faster, not to stop, he pulls out again and lies down next to me and I get up and I lower my pussy down on his hard cock and he starts to fuck me even harder now, he is so deep now that I can feel him hitting my womb, my tits are bouncing with every thrust and he is pinching them, holding my ass while thrusting deeper into my pussy, he is fucking me so fast now, I feel every nerve ending on my body is on fire from the electricity our two bodies were creating. He screams he’s about to cum and the second I looked in his eye he screams one last time and with one hard thrust buries himself to the hilt into my pussy and I feel him pouring his cum deep inside me, he pulls back a bit and then thrusts again and continues pouring up into me, he always had a huge load of cum and I wish I was able to taste it again. I start clenching my pussy muscles to suck every drop out of that hot cock. He is moaning now, I know it’s freaking him out cause his cock is so sensitive, swimming inside me with his cum and my own juices.

Finally I slowly stand up off him and then I suck his cock, I love tasting his cock after it’s been inside me, the taste of both our juices drive me crazy, then I kiss him so he can taste what I taste, I have to admit our juices are one hell of a lethal cocktail, talk about an aphrodisiac. I curl up next to him and both fall asleep, it feels so good to fall asleep in his arms again, to feel his heart beat next to mine.

Time goes by and then I hear a knock on the door, we look at each other and he smiles and says he has a surprise for me. I am very intrigues and I quickly remember to throw a robe over myself and I answer the door. There in front of me is one of the hottest guys I had ever seen, this guy was the epitome of edible. I looked at him and he smiled and asked if my ex was here and I said yes, and he came on in the room. I close the door which is already hanging with the Do Not Disturb Sign on it. They say hello to each other and we are introduced, by now I am very intrigued indeed. I look at my ex with an enquiry in my eyes, wanting to know who this guy is? He finally tells me do you remember when we were in Australia and you had told me so many times how you wish to have sex with two guys and I slowly nod my head, my heart starting to pound, he continues well, this here is a very good mate of mine and I know he would love to have a taste of you as I’ve not stopped talking about you since I got back, so this is our chance to make your dream a reality, so what do you think? Are you game?”. I look at his friend thinking that I would be a fucking idiot to say no to THAT so I smiled and slowly nod my head.

I offer him a drink and I make us all the same cranberry and vodka. They are both sitting on the bed now and I slowly walk up to his friend, my ex is sitting up now, his back against the head of the bed, just watching, to see what we both do. I stand in front of his friend and I slowly open my robe and the look in his eye freaks me out, he starts to touch my breasts with his hands and then I feel him running his hands all over my body, then resting on my pussy and then moving them away again, I take the robe off and stand naked in front of them both. My ex is hard by now and is slowly stroking his 10inch cock. His friend asks me to turn around and bend down in front of him, I do that, I bend down and as I squat my pussy lips are exposed to his mouth as well as my asshole and he starts to lick my clit from behind, I start to moan, damn, he feels so great. I start pushing my pussy back on to his lips. He slips a finger into my pussy, then another, then another, I beg him to slip another one in which he does, 4 fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, I hear my ex tell him to try to fist me, that i love that, I get so excited just thinking about it. I feel him trying to push his thumb into me as well, I couldn’t cope with how gentle he was being, what is it with these two tonight, I want pain because with pain, comes pleasure, so I push back and help him bury his fist in me, I hear my ex moan, I know he is dying to get inside me again. His friend starts to fist fuck me, finally, with one hard thrust he is wrist deep inside my pussy, I am so wet by now and I start pushing harder on to his fingers, fucking his fist, I can hear the gushing come out each time he pulls out. He starts to rub my clit with his other hand and I start to cum immediately, I’m moaning and screaming by now, my ex gets up and thrusts his cock into my mouth while I’m bent down in front of his friend. I start sucking his cock like it’s the last one on earth. He grabs my head and starts to fuck my mouth hard and fast, I know he is dying to cum by now, I know he is close, he starts telling me how much he loves his cock buried down my throat and I start to moan cause his words are driving me mad, he starts fucking my mouth faster and then I feel him grab my head tight and ram it all the way down my throat until I feel his hot cum pouring down my throat, he keeps thrusting till every drop is sucked dry. He pulls away and then bends down and kisses me.

His friend pulls his hand out of my pussy and stands up while helping me stand up straight, he pulls me closer to him and starts kissing me deeply which freaked me out as i’ve just swallowed my ex, these two are real men as far as i’m concerned, they aren’t scared to experiment, his roaming hand is now leaving a trail with his wet fingers from my cum all over my body, I take his shirt off and then slowly undo his jeans, pull them down until he is naked in front of me, I gasp when I see his cock, is it possible that his cock is bigger than my ex’s? I look at my ex and he just smiles and nods, knowing what I was thinking. I smile and get down on my knees and start to suck the life out of that hot cock. He starts to moan while grabbing my head and forcing it down on his cock, little does he know that I love having my head forced to suck a cock, it turns me on, I finally get confirmation exactly how big that cock is, it is at least 12inches long and at least 3 inches wide, I was in complete shock when I saw it completely erect. He pulls out of my mouth and throws me on the bed next to my ex, he turns me sideways and then with one hard thrust he is buried deep inside my pussy, I scream instantly, I can’t believe how tight his cock was in my pussy, even after he fisted me, my exthen thrusts his cock in my mouth while his friend is fucking my hard and fast now, pinching my nipples from behind while thrusting deep inside me, it felt like he was ripping my pussy to shreds, it felt awesome, I couldn’t stop screaming with pleasure, my ex was holding my head again and fucking my mouth hard while his friend was ripping into my wet pussy. I felt like a queen being pleasured beyond my fantasy expectations.

His friend pulls out and they swap positions, this time I’m on my back and my ex just bends forward and rams his cock deep inside my already abused pussy, his friend pushes my head back and rams his 12inch cock down my throat, I’m freaking out because it’s so thick and long and I can’t believe how perfect it fits in all my holes, I love my ex even more for making this fantasy a reality. My ex pulls out and then puts me back on my knees again and starts to fuck me from behind again, it feels so awesome when he gets so deep, I feel his finger resting near my asshole and I start to feel abit excited, I love being fucked up the ass but it has been years since any man has done me there, since we broke up actually, I start to anticipate his next action, I feel his finger enter my asshole and I tense up with excitement, he slips it into my pussy with his cock and takes out some more juices and then buries his finger in my ass again while he’s still fucking my pussy hard and fast, his friends cock is still down my throat, I can’t believe that 36 hrs ago I was in Sydney wondering what will come of this visit and now look at me lol.

My ex asks me if I want it in the ass and I moan my reply, he knows I want it in my ass, he pulls out of my pussy and rubs it up and down my bum crack, getting it nice and wet and then I feel the head of his cock pop into my asshole, I scream with pleasure while his friends cock is still thrusting into my mouth, my ex then slowly starts to slide his cock into my ass, I’m wanting it to so bad, I hate that they are being so gentle, I want to be fucked hard and fast, I’m totally losing my mind, I finally push back hard on to it to help him bury deeper into my ass, I knew he was surprised so he grabs my hips and thrusts hard into my ass until he’s all the way in, all 10 inches of him, and then he starts to fuck it hard and fast, the way I like it, I feel his balls slapping up against my pussy lips and the pressure of them slapping against them is making me close to cumming again, I know I am close and I start to scream while his friends cock is still in my mouth and then I finally lose it as that last thrust pushes me over the edge and my clit bursts with pleasure, I know that my screaming is driving him crazy and he starts to fuck my ass even harder, I can feel him hitting the inside wall of my ass and it’s driving me mad. I’m freaking out by now, I can’t believe how good it feels having his cock back into that hole.

His friend is ready to cum but doesn’t want to cum in my mouth, he wants to fuck my ass well, they high five each other and swap positions, I feel my ex pull out and I feel sad because I loved that full feeling of him in there so much. I know his friend is getting ready to fuck one of my holes, but which one, my ex is in front of me again and lets me lick his cock after it’s been in my ass, it’s clean as I always douche before I have sex, whether we have anal or not. His friend is teasing both my holes with his huge cock and then with one hard and unexpected thrust, he buries his 12 inches of hard manhood deep into my ass, I screammmm, that actually hurt but in a good way, my ex holds me as his friend is thrusting deeply and very hard and with each thrust he is pushing me across the bed, I can’t believe that his cock is in my ass, 3 inches wide, its starting to feel uncomfortable and I start moaning but with pain and my ex asks me if he’s hurting me and I nod and his friend starts to pull out and I scream NOOOOOOO don’t you dare take it out, it hurts but it feels amazing, just fuck me, I will be ok”. They both laugh so he continues to fuck me, I know that my discomfort is getting him more excited and he thrusts into me even harder, he pulls out and tells my ex to help position me on top of him.

My ex holds me up while he positions the head of this cock into the opening of my asshole, he slowly starts to lower me on it and I’m forcing myself to breath in and out, it hurts like hell