1 comments/ 24418 views/ 2 favorites Lindie's Sin By: lckscknfck7 Allen had only been with two women, including Lindie. His first sexual experience occurred two years ago with a nineteen year-old local college freshman named Jackie. He was a year younger than her, but several years behind in experience. From the very beginning, she made a point of teasing him. Short skirts without panties. Tight t-shirts without a bra. Pigtails and ponytails. Sucking on lollipops in class. Being sent home by the dean was almost a common occurrence for Jackie. Her friends thought making other people treat her like a child was all part of the act. To the casual observer, she hardly looked old enough to drive. She would make the front of his pants wet with pre-cum within minutes of being in the same room with him. Jackie switched schools from State to a community college only a few months before finishing her first year. One of her professors found a bag of marijuana in her purse. She claimed that the dean was setting her up. Jackie was known to drink, but she didn't smoke. It didn't matter, though. The dean had a solid case and Jackie's reputation left her no room to argue. Allen was devastated. She had been the object of his fantasies for several months. He never had the nerve to ask her out. He just added it to the many missed opportunities of his life. It wasn't until a late-summer pool party at a friend's house that he literally ran into her again. Jackie was obviously drunk. He was immediately aroused at the sight of her wearing a tiny string bikini. Unfortunately, his excitement was no secret to anyone in or around the pool, even in the dark, as Allen's throbbing member found its way out one of the legs of his swim trunks. It wasn't the biggest cock Jackie had seen, but she found it very attractive and thought it would look even better sliding in and out of her hairless, wet pussy. She threw him a towel, which he quickly wrapped around his waist. She then led him inside to one of the bathrooms. "I hope that means you're in the mood to fuck, because I sure as hell am!" Jackie exclaimed as she locked the door and untied her string bikini. She pulled the towel from his waist and pulled down his shorts. As she bent down to pull his shorts from around his ankles, he unexpectedly shot several streams of come on her face, some landing in her eyes and some in her mouth. Every other cock that had been in her face was strictly forbidden to come in her mouth, so the taste was foreign to Jackie. After this little fortunate accident, though, she made a point of trying to swallow every load that came her way – at least once. She soon realized that diet sometimes made a difference, and some boys tasted better than others. Whatever Allen had been eating, she hoped he would eat more as she scooped some of the come from her cheek to her mouth. "Are you a virgin or something?" Jackie asked. "Something like that," Allen admitted. "Well, maybe you can try eating my pussy. If your dick gets hard again before anyone knocks on the door, I'll let you fuck me, okay?" Jackie asked as if brokering a deal. Allen wasn't very good. His limited porn collection didn't explain the mechanics, his friends weren't at all helpful, and he wasn't imaginative enough to position himself properly in the tiny bathroom. Here he was, on his knees before the girl he had wanted for almost a year, and he didn't know what to do. He had prematurely ejaculated on her face before they had even started, and she was still willing to go all the way with him. He prayed he wouldn't screw this up. She backed up and lifted her bottom onto the sink of the vanity and positioned her feet on a toilet paper dispenser and a towel rack. Allen moved his face closer and inhaled her scent deeply. It wasn't what he expected, but it wasn't foul, either. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, parting her wet labia. Wetness covered his chin as he slipped and smashed his face into her pussy. Jackie winced partially in pain, partially in humor, but mostly in frustration. "I'm so sorry. Maybe I should-" Allen was cut off. "Fuck me. Just put it inside me. I'll help you with the rest." Jackie instructed. Her eyes widened as he stood up and his throbbing dick, now at full girth, jutted out in front of him. "You're gonna make some girl real happy some day." Jackie said as she placed her ankles behind his thighs. She pulled him closer until the head of his cock was at her wet, open slit. She pulled a little more and he was inside her. It was unlike anything he had imagined. He felt her ankles dig into his thighs and he moved in closer until his full length was inside her. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix. "That's a nice fit, isn't it?" Jackie smiled as she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him deeply. Allen couldn't answer as he was on the verge of another orgasm. "Already?" Jackie exclaimed. There was a knock on the door, then several more knocks. Jackie pushed Allen back and his cock unceremoniously flopped out of her pussy. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped the come running down her legs, forgetting all about the two or three streaks of come on her face. Allen quickly pulled on his shorts, and the smell of Jackie's cum-filled pussy remained with him the rest of the night. Jackie, in her haste, somehow managed to put her bikini bottoms on backwards. "I'm not finished with you, Allen!" Jackie said with a grin as she unlocked the bathroom door. "You'll need to come over to my place when there'll be less interruptions." Allen nodded and quickly left the bathroom. Minutes later, when it looked like everyone was preoccupied, he left the party. He had heard rumors that she went back to the bathroom three or four times with three or four different guys, but he still found it difficult to turn her down when she called him a few weeks later. It was late summer and her parents were visiting friends across town. She asked if he'd like to learn how to please a girl, and Allen practically ejaculated at the thought. He made a point of not being early. He didn't want to appear too eager, but whom was he kidding? When Jackie answered the door, she was wearing a very thin summer dress – something she normally wore over a bikini – except this time, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her shiny black hair was up in a ponytail and she wore cute little flowered flip-flops that looked like they were meant for a girl half her age. Her face, however, had all the sex appeal and confidence of a young woman who knows what she wants. Allen could feel the wetness in his briefs spreading. She hurried him inside and told him to go downstairs into the basement. He could barely see where he was going and almost fell down the stairs. Jackie had lit several candles at the far corners of the room, but they cast very little light on the table and futon in the middle. "Allen, sit on the futon" Jackie instructed. Allen did as he was told, trying to conceal the wet spot forming at the end of his semi-erection. Jackie sat on the table in front of him and spread her legs. She placed her feet on the futon and slowly raised her summer dress as if putting on a show for Allen. Her small frame, small tits, and hairless pussy made Jackie seem years younger than she really was. Allen dropped to his knees between the futon and the table, being careful not to slip and smash his face into her pussy this time. "Kiss me first," Jackie said. Allen bent down. "On the mouth!" Allen sat back up and kissed her as he had always wanted. He held her close as their tongues swirled around, and for a moment, Jackie thought she knew what it was like to be loved. "Okay, that's enough!" Jackie said as she caught her breath. "Do you want to learn how to eat pussy or not?" Allen nodded, licking his lips. She appreciated his enthusiasm. She didn't want to tell him he had almost made her orgasm just by kissing her. She didn't know how long she was going to last once he put his tongue to work down there. "Start slowly. Kiss my thighs and legs, then work back up to my pussy." Jackie instructed. Allen immediately did as he was told. "Good. Now, do that again. But don't be in a hurry, unless I tell you to." Jackie sighed as Allen softly kissed her calves and inner thighs. "Now, lick around my pussy. Just the outside, for now." Allen did as he was told. As he exhaled on her clit and lips, she caught a chill and her nipples instantly hardened. "French kiss my pussy. Put your tongue inside and swirl it around, then come back to my clit." Jackie began breathing more deeply, and found it difficult to talk. "Now, uhhh, put two fingers inside me and press upward like you're trying to lift me, uhhh, up." Allen did as he was told. She began to gyrate her hips around his hand and she guided his third finger into her slit. She began to moan as Allen began to push his three fingers inside her more deliberately. She bucked against his hand, and in doing so, caused Allen to accidentally slip his pinky finger into her asshole. "Oh shit!" Jackie called out. "Fuck, yeah!" The look on Jackie's face was a mixture of incredible pain and intense pleasure as she held onto her orgasm for as long as she could. "Get on top of me, quick!" Jackie cried out. Allen pulled down his pants and Jackie immediately reached for his wet cock. "You can come inside me. I'm on the pill." Jackie explained. It was a good thing, because as soon as Allen was inside her, his orgasm was immediate. "Oh fuck, that felt good!" Jackie sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't last very long." Allen said, embarrassed. "That's okay. I came! You just have to do it some more, and you'll last longer." Jackie said as she sat up and pushed Allen back onto the futon. Jackie stood in front of him and lifted her sundress over her head. She turned to show off her round ass and firm legs, moving her head to make her ponytail sway. "Do you like my body?" Jackie asked, knowing from his returning erection that he did. "How many times do you think you can fuck me before my parents get home?" Jackie asked. Allen almost came again just thinking about it. He never imagined Jackie or any other girl ever asking him that question. She knelt between his legs and engulfed his half-erect cock. The taste of her pussy mixed with his come made her mouth water. She didn't want him to come in her mouth, even though his come was surprisingly palatable. She wanted his cock in her pussy, and maybe even in her ass if he was up to it. Something about being his first lay and personal sex trainer made Jackie unbelievably wet. She straddled Allen, pushing him down on his back, and guided his thick cock into her pussy again. This time, she was careful not to show too much excitement. She raised and lowered her ass slowly, as if trying to feel every vein in his cock with her pussy. Within two minutes, he was filling her with come, again. "Okay, a little better." Jackie said, somewhat frustrated. She knelt between his legs again, and coaxed his sophomoric cock back to erection. This was one form of remedial education that Allen couldn't help but enjoy. Over the next two hours, Allen filled Jackie's cunt at least ten times, and she wondered how she was going to explain all the come stains on the carpet and futon. He had licked her pussy three more times, bringing her to orgasm easily. Jackie was a good teacher, apparently. She knew her parents would be home within the hour and decided to push the envelope while she still had time. She wanted to see if he was interested in her ass. Some guys weren't, but her last boyfriend, Bill, was obsessed with it. She liked having her asshole fingered while a guy went down on her, and even thought about letting some guys fuck her in the butt. Bill's cock was too big for her tiny asshole, though, no matter how much they both lubed. Even though she really wanted to feel Bill's cock in her ass, she thought it was physically impossible. Every time they tried, the pain was too severe, and her asshole just wouldn't stretch enough to accommodate him. That didn't keep Bill from trying, though. He knew she liked his fingers in her ass, and thought if he forced three of his large fingers inside her anus, she would be willing to take in his huge cock. She repeatedly said 'no' and he repeatedly whined about it until she took his cock in her pussy or mouth and fucked him hard enough to satisfy him. She even let him slap her around in a playful, kinky way, just to keep him from tearing apart her asshole. She thought he was being stubborn, and he thought she was holding out. Some of the other boys she had been with bragged about what a good ass-fuck she was, but she swore to Bill that she had never had anal sex with anyone. Even though their sexual relationship was great otherwise, Bill wouldn't leave well enough alone. After he hit her too hard to be considered playful, she couldn't hide the bruises anymore. Her parents called the police, putting a restraining order on Bill, and then forced her to end the relationship. Jackie looked hard at the shape of Allen's handsome cock and licked her glossy lips. It was smaller than Bill's, but still a respectable size. It might hurt a little, but Allen was more patient and gentle, and if she couldn't handle it, she knew he would listen if she told him to stop. Besides, she didn't want him to be the only one losing a cherry today. "Do you want to lick my butt hole?" Jackie asked bluntly. "Do you want me to?" Allen asked, sheepishly. He knew she liked having his pinky finger in her asshole, even though it was by accident. But he never considered intentionally putting his tongue in her ass. "Yes," she answered, "if you think you might like it." Allen sat up as Jackie stood at the edge of the futon and turned around. She bent over, spreading her legs, and pulling her cheeks apart. "I'm clean. Trust me." Jackie said as she felt Allen's breath on her asshole. Her ass cheeks became covered in goose bumps. He remembered what she taught him about eating her pussy and tried the same approach to tonguing her asshole. It had an identical effect. She had him spit on her anus, and then he slid a finger inside while kissing her ass cheeks. He alternated between his finger and his tongue until she made him push two fingers inside her tight, pretty pink hole. Jackie was almost embarrassed that she was so quickly on the verge of anal orgasm. After only a few minutes, Jackie turned around and pushed Allen back onto the futon. She pulled a small tube of KY from the drawer of the table, and rubbed a large amount on Allen's rigid cock. She stepped onto the futon, being careful not to hit her head on the ceiling. She then turned around and squatted, guiding the tip of Allen's glistening cock to her tight sphincter. "This will be a first for me too, Allen." Jackie said as she looked over her shoulder. She lowered herself until the head of his slick cock popped into her anus, and then took a deep breath. The pain was immediate, but short-lived, and Jackie lowered herself a little further. "So far, so good, huh?" She asked. Allen was speechless. He was doing everything he could to not come and end the experience prematurely. Jackie lowered herself further, exhaling as more of his cock disappeared inside her. To Allen, the sight of Jackie's back and ponytail was a thing of beauty. The view of her round ass and full, toned legs was a work of art. She began to move up and down on his shaft and quickly brought a hand to her clit. Her other hand groped at her small tits as she carefully maintained her balance and continued sliding his dick in and out of her ass. Allen felt Jackie's asshole tighten around his shaft as she brought herself to orgasm. It was almost painful at the onset, but as her sphincter relaxed, the pressure in his loins began to build. She sat fully on his dick, pushing it deep into her bowels. She remained motionless, but he could still feel the spasms deep within her. Her head fell back and she felt his warm come fill her asshole, making her sphincter tighten again. She sat on his lap, motionless, for a moment. They both quietly reflected on what had just happened, and Allen's dick began to harden inside her. "Okay, one more time, but that's it for today." Jackie looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I don't want to get too sore down there." She raised herself slightly and swung her legs around so she was straddling his lap, facing him. He kissed her hard and she pushed herself down onto his lap, forcing his cock inside her as far as it could go. The head of his cock squished deeper in her bowels as it became further lubricated with his previous orgasm. This time it was Jackie's turn to orgasm quickly. "Oh fuck! I never knew it could feel so good," Jackie sighed and covered Allen's face with kisses. A few minutes later, Jackie slowly sat up. "It might be a little gross down there when I get off of you." Jackie warned. "It's okay. It comes with the territory. Do you have a shower down here?" Allen asked. "No, but I can get a couple of warm washcloths, if that's okay?" Jackie answered. "Sounds great." Allen smiled, proud of being able to make this sweet, gorgeous, reputed slut sexually satisfied. The sound of slow, loud clapping filled the room. Barely visible at first, Bill stepped out of the shadows. He was completely naked, his thick, semi-erect, nine-inch cock bouncing before him. "Great show. Congratulations on finally getting your asshole cherry popped, cunt!" Bill smiled maniacally. Jackie quickly sat up and reached for her sundress. The smell of sex filled the room. "How the hell did you get in here?" Jackie asked. "You gave me a key, remember?" Bill laughed and began stroking his rigid, fat cock. "Well, you shouldn't be here. We broke up, Bill. You need to go." Jackie said, practically crying. Allen sat up, not sure what Bill was doing there, either. Bill was over six feet tall, 220 pounds of muscle, and had a bad temper. Allen was no match for him, and he could see the situation was getting worse by the second. He just didn't know what to do about it. "My parents will be home any minute, Bill. You really need to go. They put a restraining order on you, remember? You'll end up in jail if they find you here." Jackie pleaded. "Well then, I guess I better make this worth it!" Bill said as he charged at Jackie. Allen stood up, and tried to stand between them, but one swing of Bill's fist sent Allen falling to the floor, barely able to breath. Blood filled Allen's mouth as he began to lose consciousness. Jackie turned to run up the stairs, but Bill was faster. "I don't think so!" Bill said as he grabbed Jackie around the waist and pulled her against his lap. He yanked the sundress from her hands and tossed it aside. "What's it gonna be? Your pussy... or your maybe your ass, this time? Looks like it's stretched some since the last time we tried, huh baby?" "Ouch! Bill, you're hurting me!" Jackie cried. Allen felt helpless in his state of delirium. He watched as Bill held her close to his chest, lifting her legs, and shoving his large cock into her pussy. Jackie kicked her legs violently, sending her flip-flops flying across the room. Bill ignored her movements as he forced her legs apart and thrust deeper from behind. "Oh yeah! That's better. Just the way you like it, remember?" Bill asked. Allen's head was pounding. He didn't even have a chance to pull up his pants when Bill hit him. He tried to move as little as possible while he looked around the room. Allen managed to catch a glimpse of an old, wooden baseball bat less than five feet away. Lindie's Sin Jackie, knowing there was nothing Allen could do to save her, began to weep as Bill continued to pound his massive cock inside her. Her arms and legs went limp as she tried to make her mind distance itself from her body. This wasn't the first time he had done this to her, but she silently prayed it would be the last. Bill was right. Jackie's asshole had been stretched a little and Allen's come dripped from her ass onto Bill's thick member. He forced the head of his giant cock into her ass. It was more than he was ever able to fit inside her before, but she still screamed as she felt something tear inside her. A moment later, she heard the swoosh of a swinging baseball bat near her head. Splinters and the tip of the bat bounced off her neck and shoulder as Allen's swing made direct contact with Bill's skull. Bill collapsed on top of Jackie immediately. It had been a good hit. Bill's cock slid out of her asshole as Allen pulled him off of her. Allen expected Jackie to hug him, kiss him, or at the very least, thank him. Instead, without saying a word, Jackie slowly got up and began searching the dark corners of the basement. Blood dripped down her legs from her inner thighs as she hobbled. When she returned, she was holding two five-pound weights from her father's bench press. She checked Bill for a pulse, and then proceeded to roll him onto his side. His large, half-erect cock jutted out from his body. She slid one of the weights under his large member, and then kneeled next to his face with the other weight. She knelt there, motionless, waiting. Allen was still shaking from what he had done, and was thankful that he hadn't killed Bill, whether he deserved to die or not. It may have only been two minutes, but it felt like an eternity before Bill began to regain consciousness. Jackie swirled her fingers over his face as if caressing a lover after a wonderful orgasm. "What the... what happened?" Bill asked slowly, not yet moving and not yet opening his eyes. "Sweetie... you raped me again. Remember the last time you did that? You almost killed me. You thought I was getting into it, and you decided to play rough. I spent a week in the hospital. You said you would never do anything like that again. Remember?" Jackie asked pleasantly. "Yeah, but you loved it. Who are you kiddin'?" Bill answered incorrectly. "Well, it's my turn to play rough, Billy!" Jackie said as she raised the weight above her head. Bill opened his eyes in time to watch as Jackie brought the weight down, edge first, onto the weight beneath his flaccid cock. He quickly shifted to avoid the blow, but he wasn't fast enough. Blood spurted in several directions as she crushed the shaft of his dick between the weights. Bill screamed in agony, which only seemed to make Jackie smile more. She raised the weight again, bringing it down harder, and this time causing sparks to fly and the head of his cock to be partially severed from the rest. Bill had passed out shortly after the first blow, but Jackie continued to smash his cock between the weights until what was left no longer resembled any part of the male anatomy. Allen pulled the weight from her hands and she threw her arms around him and sobbed heavily. He held her tightly for several minutes before realizing that Bill would most likely bleed to death from his wounds. He had Jackie tear strips from her sundress, and then made a makeshift tourniquet for what was left of Bill's cock. "Get out of here." Jackie quietly said to Allen. "This is going to get complicated. No point dragging you into this." Jackie was shaking. "I'm really sorry. I meant it when I said you're going to make some girl really happy someday. I wish it could've been me, but this is fucked up. I'm fucked up." "Jackie, it's okay. You're bleeding. We need to get you to a hospital. We can still-" Allen tried. "No, we can't." Jackie stopped crying for a moment. "Just go, please. I'll be alright, I think." Allen left that afternoon and never tried to see Jackie again. Her parents arrived minutes after he left, and the police and paramedics shortly thereafter. He heard rumors of Jackie being sent away to an institution, becoming a lesbian porn star, and even marrying a preacher. But they were only rumors. He also heard rumors of Bill being in a coma or going to jail. Both would have been fine with him. Nobody ever came looking to ask Allen any questions about the events that happened that afternoon, though. Jackie had kept him out of it. Concussion and violent attacks aside, Allen thought he learned a lot that afternoon. If Bill hadn't shown up, he thought he'd still be with Jackie, today. As difficult as it was, he respected Jackie's wishes to not try to see her. He would spend months wondering what could have been, and swore he would never let anything like that happen to anyone he cared for, ever again. He had to be smarter. Lindie's breathing quickened as Allen's tongue swirled between her labia and around her clitoris. His fingers rubbed gently inside her depths. She pulled his hand from her wet pussy and placed it on her thigh as she used her other hand to hold his head in its current position. It wasn't often that he could make her come so quickly. Lindie exhaled deeply as her new husband brought her to orgasm for the fourth time that evening. His handsome cock had quickly recovered from his third. Even though she was still riding the last waves, Lindie was eager to swallow more of his semen. She pulled him on top of her, causing his balls to dangle in her eyes. He squatted for a moment and allowed her to probe his asshole with her tongue. He moved back slightly and his cock bounced above her head, tapping her forehead, leaving little puddles of pre-cum above her eyebrows. Lindie smiled as Allen leaned forward. He placed his cock in her mouth and began to slowly fuck her beautiful face. He wasn't sure how she could take all seven inches down her throat so easily, but under these circumstances, he never felt obliged to ask. He could pump as deep or as fast as he wanted and she would continue to suck as hard as possible without hurting him. When she felt his shaft throbbing, signaling he was about to explode, she would push him back just enough to ensure his gobs of come would land on her tongue before flowing down her throat. That was the three hundred and twenty-second time she coaxed Allen to come in her mouth. She secretly looked forward to three hundred and twenty-two more. In the last two years, she had sucked or been fucked by over a hundred cocks. Less than half of the men to whom they were attached were still alive. She was sure Allen would be around for many years to come, and giggled at the pun as he spasmed in her face. She never tired of the taste of Allen's come. She had even gone so far as to squat over a wine glass after he had orgasmed several times inside her pussy. She considered trying to salvage the loads he deposited in her rectum, but worried about his reaction if Allen were to ever see her doing that. He was no expert at lovemaking. But what he knew was enough to satisfy Lindie on a regular basis, and Allen was always eager to please her. To Allen, every time he made love to Lindie, it was a new adventure. To Lindie, their lovemaking was not only a pleasurable experience, but also a necessity to her existence. The fact that Allen could come so frequently made her thankful every day that she found him. Some creatures fed off the flesh or blood of others to survive. Lindie had a thing for come. She swallowed slowly, savoring the flavor. Within minutes, he was sound asleep. Allen slept peacefully next to his wife as she read his dreams. A tear ran down Lindie's cheek. She shifted slightly under his arms and felt an unfamiliar pain overcome her. It felt as if her skin were on fire, especially on her forearms and shoulders. She even felt the pain on the back of her legs. The desire to cool her skin was almost maddening. She had never felt anything like it. She smiled awkwardly as she realized it was her first sunburn. "Why now?" she wondered. Over the last two years, Lindie had transformed from an odd, but pretty girl to a sexy young woman. She had also transformed – on more than one occasion – from a woman into something else. She hadn't figured out 'what' she was, but she thought she was beginning to understand 'why' she was. It wasn't long ago that a simple question in church led her to her oldest sister, and someone claiming to be her brother. Pam died at the hands of her alleged brother, and Lindie was helpless to prevent it. She was also helpless, initially, to keep from being gang-raped by two-dozen college boys. It wasn't until they had each taken her that she was able to prevent them from repeating the performance. Later that same day, she was forced to watch as David, her alleged brother of whom she had no memory, mercilessly fucked her sister's lifeless body. When he finished with her sister, he effortlessly held Lindie down and brutally fucked her for nearly three hours, and she was unable to stop him. She had transformed into something non-human, full of incredible strength. But she could not – or would not through any will of her own – stop him. From the time she was thirteen, Lindie could draw upon her newfound, unexplainable abilities. They had always been there when she needed them. She just couldn't figure out why her powers left her when they did – making her so vulnerable. She didn't understand why she couldn't foresee David's plan or save her oldest sister. So much had happened, and so much had gone wrong. She had to be smarter. Life had suddenly become more complicated for Lindie. She had feelings for Allen, the young man she had hired to help at the tavern she managed. Her feelings for him were strong enough to say "yes" when he asked her to marry him, but his companionship and never-ending supply of semen were the true reasons she initially agreed to marry him. As with most girls her age, her comprehension of love hadn't fully developed, but that – as well as her own physical being – began to change as they embarked on a road trip halfway across the country. It had been almost three months since Lindie last "transformed" and she wondered if the curse (if that's what it was) had been lifted. She avoided populated areas, fearing what she learned when reading people's minds would send her into an uncontrolled rage resulting in the violent deaths of everyone around her. Hearing what people thought before they said it was an ability she struggled with daily. She stopped herself on several occasions from asking Allen to stop repeating himself, realizing he was just thinking about what he was going to say before he said it. Lindie also struggled with keeping her "condition" a secret from Allen. She knew she could trust him, but she feared his knowledge could be used against them. She suspected he knew something was different about her, but out of respect for her, he never pursued it. He never questioned her when she was late for a date, or disappeared for days at a time. She would simply say she "had work to do" or she was "taking care of business" and that's where it ended. If he still felt sad or hurt, she would try to make up for it by blowing him wherever they stood. She once blew him in a public park, amongst hundreds of people, in the middle of the afternoon. Nobody noticed. While his dick was in her mouth, he would look around and wonder why nobody stopped and stared. But minutes later, he would have no recollection of the act – just a sense of acute fatigue – and no memory of her being late or missing. She particularly preferred that outcome. One thing that convinced Lindie that she was still "different" was her lack of a requirement for sleep. She had stayed awake for almost two weeks after Allen asked her to marry him. She couldn't remember ever staying awake so long, but she didn't physically suffer from the effects. No dark circles under the eyes. No irritability. Just a slight nervousness. Deep down, she was afraid David was coming back, and this time he would take Allen from her. Several weeks would pass before she would sleep more than three or four hours a night. Now, only a few hundred miles from her remaining sister's campground in southwest Michigan, she felt nervous again. They packed like campers and only used a motel room when the weather was too wet and windy for a tent. The temperature consistently dropped fifteen to twenty degrees everywhere they went, but Allen didn't seem to notice. It had been a warm summer, and everyone welcomed a break from the heat. Lindie carefully slipped out of the connected sleeping bags and put on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. The lodge had relatively clean showers and toilets, and Lindie suddenly felt the need to use them. Although it was pitch black outside, Lindie easily found her toiletry items and quietly unzipped the tent and headed for the lodge. There were very few campers at this campground. Twenty years ago, the place would have been packed with tents and RV's, but times had changed. She counted three RV's and five other tents. Everyone was asleep. Lindie placed her towel and clean clothes on the counter in the lodge's women's room, undressed, and found a clean stall. While she sat on the toilet, she heard a man's voice cursing, followed by footsteps moving in her direction. She tried to be quiet, but realized her towel and clothing were still on the counter. She tried to quietly wipe, but knew as soon as she pulled off several sheets of toilet paper, he had heard her. "Hey, there?" the man said. "I think you're in the wrong bathroom." Lindie answered. "Pipe's broken. I'm just gonna use the shower over here, if that's okay," he said, not caring if it was okay with her or not. "Can you wait a few minutes?" Lindie asked. "Can you?" he replied. He walked toward the counter and looked at Lindie's things. "Two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts. How many of you are there?" "Just me." Lindie sighed. "Well, I can't wait to see if you look as good as you sound," the man chuckled. Lindie wiped again, then flushed the toilet. She wasn't about to sit on the toilet all night. She sighed, and then opened the door to the stall and stepped out wearing nothing but flip-flops. "Satisfied?" Lindie asked. "Lord have mercy!" the man said happily. "Don't worry. He does." Lindie answered, smiling. She walked toward the counter and grabbed her soap, shampoo, and towel. She was amused at his small frame. He looked to be in his fifties, complete with grey hair and large belly, but with small, muscular arms and legs. "What do you say we shower together?" the man asked. His shorts formed a tent in front of him. The sight was almost comical. Lindie found it difficult not to laugh, but made a point of not being cruel. "And then what? Do you want to fuck me while I bend over for the soap?" Lindie asked. "If you want!" the man said excitedly. "I'm married." Lindie said apologetically. "Me too. But it's okay. My wife and I swing. She would totally get into it if she knew I was screwing you!" The man pulled his shorts down to reveal an abnormally large cock for such a small frame. Lindie breathed in deeply. Her sixth sense of being able to know every detail of every sexual experience from the smell of someone's sexual organs suddenly kicked in. Forty women. All of them willing, and all of them repeat customers. This guy was very good in bed. Her pussy instantly became warm and wet. Without saying a word, Lindie walked past him and hung her towel on a hook next to a showerhead. She put her soap and shampoo on the tray sticking out of the wall, and stepped aside as she turned on the water. When it was warm enough, she stepped under the showerhead. She reached for the soap, and then dropped it, looking over her shoulder at the little old man. "Well?" Lindie asked. He almost slipped as he quickly walked to her, taking off the rest of his clothes. Lindie had to look away as she giggled. When she looked back at him, she was shocked at the size of his cock. It was the size of her forearm and stuck straight out in front of him. His kisses on her breasts and back tickled, and she wasn't sure she would be able to stand the feeling of his beard on her ass or legs. She bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before squatting and examining his long, thick dick. She was in awe. She could barely get her lips around the shaft. She wasn't sure how that was going to fit in her pussy. She stood back up and wet her hair so it would stay behind her head. She paused for a moment, as she remembered she was married, and this wasn't the sort of thing normal married women were supposed to do. But then again, she wasn't a normal married woman. She knew she would probably struggle with this later, but for now, she wanted to feel what forty other women felt and made them come back for more. She spread her legs and bent over, giving the little old man a perfect view of her glistening wet pussy and asshole. He caressed her legs and thighs as he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. She leaned back and groaned as she slid onto his shaft. It wasn't so much painful as it was uncomfortable, at first. She wondered why so many women would come back for more – of this. Then, the little old man shifted and began gyrating his hips as his thrusts became faster and deeper. Her legs instantly became weak. His girth completely filled her, and without even touching her clit, he brought her to orgasm within minutes. She leaned against the shower wall, bracing herself as he fucked her harder. Even after fifteen minutes, the little old man didn't stop thrusting. Instead, he fucked her faster. Lindie's ass cheeks shook as she slammed back against him, meeting his thrusts, and forcing his large cock into her as far as it could go. She hadn't been fucked so hard or so well since that son-of-a-bitch David had his way with her. "Uhhhh, would you, uhhhh, mind coming, uhhhh, in my mouth?" Lindie asked as her tits swung wildly beneath her. "Oh, aren't you the sweetest thing?" the man said as he continued to pound into her pussy. He could feel her vaginal walls tightening around his shaft and knew she was riding another of possibly several orgasms. "Don't worry dearie, I've been shooting blanks for years. I won't get ya' pregnant." Shaken, Lindie pulled away from him, stood up, and looked down to face him. "Didn't I ask nicely enough?" Lindie whispered with a hiss. "A hot little sweetie like you? Who knows, maybe you might tap the bottom of the barrel?" the little old man replied as he stood up and proudly displayed his long, thick member now covered in her wetness. Lindie pulled his face to her tits. She reached down and took hold of his cock and stroked it softly, then knelt in front of him and rubbed his cock on her face. His thick tool spasmed and thickened, and the old man looked as if he was in intense pain. She licked the underside of his balls, rolling her tongue around his hairy sack, and then returned to his veiny shaft. He was a very good fuck, and he had a very talented dick, she would have to admit. He didn't know it, but he made her come three times in ten minutes. But he was denying her what she craved the most – a mouthful of come. She placed the mammoth head of his dick in her mouth and did her best to relax her jaw and throat. The more she managed to slide down her throat, the easier it became to take in more. Within seconds, her nose was pressed hard again the little old man's white, sparse pubic hair. She tightened her lips around the base of his shaft and slowly pulled back. Lindie's Sin "Oh dear Lord! What kind of girl are you? Nobody has ever been able to take my dick down their throat!" the man exclaimed. "That can't be possible!" Lindie sucked his full length back down her throat, and slowly pulled back again. Her fingers were caressing his balls and occasionally probing his asshole. She could feel his cock throb in her mouth and down her throat, and the feeling excited her even more. She could taste the pre-come dribbling from his cock, and pulled back so she could taste the real thing on her tongue. Lindie kept a tight lip-lock around his shaft as her hand stroked feverishly. The old man began to howl, but Lindie was too focused to notice. Just then, a middle-aged man with a flashlight came running into the shower area. "Dave, what are you doing with that girl?" The middle-aged man asked, seconds before being covered in a spray of blood. Lindie's teeth had turned razor-sharp as soon as she heard the name. She instantly ripped the little old man's cock from his body at the base of the shaft and vomited his flesh between his feet. Her nails had turned to claws as she reached through the old man's chest and crushed his spine. Before his body hit the floor, she had reached up and separated the old man's jaw from his skull, tossing it aside the way the old man used to toss his hat onto a rack when he was younger. The middle-aged man cried in terror and turned to run away, but the sharp tip of one of Lindie's bat-like wings pierced his calf and pinned him to the ground. Lindie stood up and walked toward the middle-aged man. As she moved closer, she noticed her reflection in the mirrors near the porcelain sinks. She had never seen her reflection in this state, and she paused momentarily to admire the savage beauty of her transformation. Her skin was almost as white and porcelain as the sinks next to her. Her wings looked majestic. If it weren't for the small spatters and sprays of blood on her body, she would have guessed she was the most beautiful thing ever created. "Help! Somebody help!" the middle-aged man cried, startling Lindie. He was instantly silenced as the tip of her other wing came up through the bottom of his jaw and through the top of his skull. She was getting better at this. Unfortunately, her rage at the very name "David" caused her to kill two mostly innocent men. Her heart suddenly felt heavy. None of this would have happened if she had kept her vows. The sin was not finished, though, as she realized the torment experienced by the wives of these men would be maddening. As quickly and quietly as the wind, she passed through the campground, found the unsuspecting women, and painlessly and mercifully sent them to join their husbands in eternal peace. When the bloodletting was finally over, she realized that her human nature would always prevent her from being perfect. She was a near-perfect being, but she was a near-perfect being that now liked to fuck – maybe a little bit too much. Retribution for this sin would be severe. She returned to the lodge and picked up as much as she could of the remains of the two men, and deposited them in the thick woods. She wasn't interested in concealing the crime. She wanted to buy herself and Allen time to be far away from this place when the bodies were discovered. She cleaned the showers quickly but effectively, and then, two hours after she initially walked into the lodge, she took her shower. When she returned to the campsite, the sun was just beginning to rise. She started a small fire for breakfast, and burned the campground's registrar's log and the fake ID she used to register for the weekend camping permit. Allen crawled out of the tent, blinking hard, and displaying a partial erection. "How's the missus this morning?" Allen asked with a yawn. She looked at Allen and smiled, secretly worrying if she had just put his life in jeopardy because of her infidelity. "She's thinking about desert before breakfast" Lindie said as she pushed him back into the tent. She pulled down his shorts and lovingly sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with come. She held the come in her mouth for several seconds, the way a drunk makes the most of a shot of whiskey, and then swallowed. A few hours later, Lindie and Allen packed and headed into town for an early lunch. They made love through breakfast, and Allen was afraid they would fuck through lunch, too, if they didn't get back on the road. Allen drove all day and most of the night. A storm seemed to follow them, and Allen was adamant about getting a motel room. He thought they would have plenty of time to "rough it" the following day when they went to her sister's campground. There was no point in weathering a strong storm when there was a warm, cozy motel room right up the road. Lindie conceded but they had to go through several rooms before she felt comfortable spending the night in one. She could sense every customer that had stayed in each room, and everything they did, and she didn't like it. Husbands cheating on their wives. Wives cheating on their husbands. College guys trying to get in the pants of college (and sometimes high school) girls. Husbands arranging for their unsuspecting wives to be fucked by several men. Wives arranging for their unsuspecting husbands to be fucked by several men. Straight porn films. Gay porn films. Rape. Torture. Murder. Lindie could see and smell every detail as if she were there when it happened. She finally settled on a room were very little happened at all. As usual, Allen didn't question her strange behavior. He loved her no matter how weird she was at times. Lindie took a quick shower and put on the nicest clothes she packed. Allen showered after her, coming out of the small bathroom naked. "Why are you all dressed up? Are we going somewhere?" Allen asked, unaware of his growing erection. "We're going out to eat somewhere nice, tonight," Lindie answered. "There's a nice Italian restaurant nearby. A dress-up place. My treat." Lindie smiled. Allen wasn't sure what to wear, but Lindie produced freshly pressed pants and a shirt, silk boxers, designer socks, and very expensive-looking shoes. He looked at the clothes in disbelief. He had never seen them before. "Where did all this come from?" Allen asked. "I picked them up a few days ago. I think they'll fit perfectly. Just wear them for me, please?" Lindie said as she caressed his growing cock. Moments later, Allen was blinking his eyes as Lindie licked a few drops of semen from her fingers. "Finish getting dressed, sweetheart. I want to go to bed early, tonight!" Lindie said as she looked in the mirror and adjusted her breasts in her dress. She didn't have to tell him twice. Allen drove, following Lindie's strange directions, but he didn't think they were getting anywhere. He wasn't sure if he had been driving 20 minutes or two hours. When they arrived at the restaurant, he was completely exhausted. The restaurant was dark but elegant. It seemed out of place for its location, as the area was mostly unincorporated. The clientele was generally well off, consisting of doctors, lawyers, and a few wise retirees. Allen was immediately uncomfortable, but Lindie held his hand tightly and said they "fit nicely." Her words startled him, but she acted as if she didn't know why. An older gentleman sat them at a quiet table with a wrap-around booth, noticeably separate from the rest of the tables in the restaurant. Moments later, a beautiful girl appeared in a waiter's uniform. Lindie was the only one in the restaurant that could see a faint shimmer on the girl's lips and neck. Her last blowjob was a little messy. Lindie was further amused when she smelled the faint odor of pussy on the girl's breath as she spoke. "Hello. My name is Jacquelyn. I'll be your server this evening. Would you care to start out by looking at our wine list?" Allen's jaw dropped as he reached for the wine list. His heart felt like it was going to explode as he turned and looked at Lindie. "Why did you do this?" Allen asked, desperately. "How did... how did you find her? How do you know about her?" He had never mentioned anything about Jackie to Lindie, other than she was his first girlfriend, if he could call her that. Other than in his dreams, Allen never thought of Jackie, and for a moment, he thought this must have been a dream. Jackie dropped the wine list as her eyes widened. With lightning-quick reflexes, Lindie caught the wine list before it could knock over their goblets of water, then reached for Jackie's wrist and held it firmly. Jackie's eyes shifted from Allen to Lindie and back to Allen again. "Jacquelyn, you're going to be our server this evening. Understood?" Lindie asked. She opened Jackie's hand and placed a small note inside, then closed her hand and released Jackie's wrist. Lindie called out the name of a rare wine, and Jackie quickly left to retrieve the bottle. In the wine cellar, Jackie looked around nervously, and then read the note. "Jacquelyn, My husband, Allen, dreams about you quite often. I have no doubt that you dream about him, also. I love him very much, although maybe not as much as he loved you. I want him to be happy, but I also want him to let go of you after tonight. I am inviting you to be with us, tonight only, to experience whatever the two of you have been longing for. After tonight, you will never see us again. I promise. Lindie" Jackie stuffed the note into her pocket, found the rare wine Lindie requested, and returned to her table. "I get off work at eleven." Jackie said to Lindie. "You'll leave when we leave." Lindie replied calmly. "Your girlfriend will be alright without you for one night." "But what about my -" Jackie began to ask. "Your boss understands that you're leaving early tonight, and you'll be here an hour early tomorrow for an extra-long blow job, and maybe you'll lick his asshole." Lindie whispered. Jackie looked at Allen, ashamed, but helpless to not be with him at least one more time. Lindie was right. She did dream about Allen. He was the sweetest boy she had ever known. As a young man, he was even more attractive than she could have imagined. How many years had it been? Two? Three? She had completely lost track of time after leaving the institution. "Are you ready to order?" Jackie asked in a daze. "Yes, I think so..." Lindie's voice trailed off. Over the next two hours, Jackie brought out plate after plate of some of the best food the restaurant had to offer. Allen ate like he hadn't seen food in days, and seemed completely oblivious that his pants were around his ankles. Lindie held his cock in her fist and occasionally pumped it to erection whenever she needed a "stiff drink." Jackie seemed unaffected when she brought more wine only to find Lindie's head bobbing up and down on Allen's rigid cock. "May I...?" Jackie started. "When we get back to the motel room." Lindie interrupted. "... get you anything else?" Jackie continued. "The gentleman at table seven that frequently fucks your manly bartender will be getting our check this evening. Let him know I said 'thank you' please." Lindie answered. "Yes ma'am," Jackie nodded and began clearing the plates from the table. When Lindie stood up from the table, Jackie pulled the table out so they could exit more easily. Allen pulled up his pants as if he was getting up from the toilet, and put his arm around Lindie. Jackie disappeared for only a minute, and then reappeared with her purse, another bottle of wine, and three glasses. The drive to the motel room seemed to take only minutes. Jackie sat in the back seat, looking from Allen to Lindie and wondering what might happen, next. Allen drove in a trance, and it seemed he wasn't even aware that Jackie was in the car with them. When they finally arrived at the motel, Allen and Lindie stepped out of the car. "Wait here. I'll let you know when it's alright to come inside." Lindie said to a half-awake Jackie. Allen opened the motel room door for Lindie, never looking back to the car and Jackie inside it. Lindie turned the water on in the shower, and quickly undressed herself and Allen. They held each other closely under the warm spray of water, and Lindie kissed her husband deeply. "Allen, I have something to tell you." Lindie whispered in his ear. "I love you." Allen said softly. His cock hardened and slowly rose up between her legs, separating them slightly. "Allen, I fucked another man." Lindie added. "That's okay. I know you fucked a lot of other men, but we're married now and that's not important." Allen assured her. "No, I mean, I fucked another man after we were married." Lindie felt his erection fade. He pushed her back. His face was emotionless, but Lindie could see his tears mixed with drops of water from the shower. "Why? How could you?" Allen asked. "When did you even have the chance?" "I don't know. I'm not like everyone else. Haven't you noticed something different about me?" Lindie asked painfully. "No. Yes. I mean... I've always known. You're something different. You're someone special." Allen answered with clouded eyes. "I'm here for you. I've always been here for you. That's my purpose in this world." "Allen, I fucked another man and it was good. It was very, very good. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I can't take it back. I know that two wrongs don't make things right, but I thought if you slept with someone else, we'd be..." Lindie paused. "Even?" Allen finished for her. "I knew the only girl you ever wanted as much or more than me was Jackie. You dream about her more than you dream about me. I'm not jealous. I just knew if there was anyone you would not pass up the chance to be with, it would be her." Lindie sighed. "I feel bad about what I did, but I can't promise I won't do it again. It's not me – this – that wants to fuck all the time." "Are you going to see 'him' again?" Allen asked. "No, Allen. I won't see him ever again. At least not in this life." Lindie added. "So, you're telling me you want an open marriage?" Allen asked. "No. I'm telling you that what I'm doing with other men could hardly be considered sex. I'm not doing it for my own orgasmic pleasure. You satisfy me more than you could imagine." Lindie answered, realizing that what she just said was no longer true. Just thinking about the little old man's large cock made her clitoris throb. "Then why are you doing it?" Allen asked, pushing himself as far away as possible without leaving the shower. "I do it for their semen. I do it for their come. You won't be able to understand it, but I think it's what keeps me alive. I liked you, and now I love you, but I'm also using you, Allen. I'm using you because your come tastes so incredibly good and you have plenty of it." There. She said it. Allen felt sick. He wanted to slap her. He wanted to cheat on her a dozen times over. He wanted a divorce. All in due time, though. At the moment, he just wanted to get out of the shower. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and then ran out to the car to get Jackie. The rain was coming down strong and they were both soaked by the time they returned to the motel room. Lindie stood in the middle of the room waiting for them. She was dressed in high heels and an elegant, sheer evening gown. "You're so beautiful." Jackie said, eyeing Lindie's full breasts. Jackie developed an attraction to women while she was institutionalized. The male nurses and janitors had raped her over a dozen times before anyone realized what was happening to her. She was raped a dozen times more before they transferred her to another hospital several hundred miles away. The only lesbian porn she had ever made was done without her knowledge. The same janitors and male nurses that abused her also drugged her and put Jackie in the same room with vibrators, dildos, and eventually other attractive female patients. When the ecstasy and other illicit drugs kicked in, the cameras started rolling. After awhile, she didn't need the drugs to derive pleasure from kissing another semi-attractive girl. They continued to drug her, anyway. A Baptist minister, making routine visits to clinics in the area, stumbled upon evidence of abuse and immediately had Jackie transferred. She eventually received the care she needed and, as she recovered, she fell in love with the man that came to her rescue. They married, but her marriage was cut short when Bill was released from prison and came looking for her. It didn't take Bill long to find her, as her wedding picture was proudly displayed in their neighborhood newspaper – which was also accessible on the Internet. A simple search brought Bill to their home only weeks after the honeymoon. Her husband tried to reason with Bill as he broke down the door to their beautiful home, but Bill was out for revenge. He broke the preacher's neck before Jackie could shoot him with her husband's hunting shotgun. It was an act of self-defense, and Jackie was cleared of any wrongdoing, but her hopes of a family and a normal life seemed shattered. She traveled around the country looking for a place to start her life over. Her husband's life insurance money was enough to modestly take care of her for the rest of her life, but she hated being alone. Jackie met a waitress at a fine Italian restaurant. They became instant friends, and eventually lovers. Even though she didn't need the money, Jackie took a job at the restaurant. When the owner of the restaurant caught Jackie and her girlfriend kissing, he threatened to fire them both. When she asked what it would take to keep their jobs, the owner simply stood up and dropped his pants. Jackie sucked his cock eagerly, thinking if she pleased him well enough, their jobs would be spared. She had no idea that she and her girlfriend would have to blow him before their shifts started from that day on. After several weeks, she got used to the arrangement, and was thankful that his demands never elevated to fucking her or her girlfriend. "I can see why Allen would want to marry you. What guy wouldn't?" Jackie asked Lindie. "Thank you, Jackie." Lindie said softly. Her eyes appeared to glow momentarily. Allen took the bottle of wine and glasses from Jackie and set them on the table. He looked in the closet and found two terrycloth robes. "Let's get out of these wet clothes, huh?" Allen smiled as he handed Jackie a robe. Jackie walked in front of Lindie and slowly undressed. When she was completely naked, she pulled the robe over her shoulders, and then let it slide down her back. "I won't be needing this, will I?" Jackie asked. "No, not really." Lindie answered, stepping closer to Jackie. Their difference in frame was startling to Jackie. With heels on, Lindie was almost twenty inches taller than her. Lindie took another step closer to Jackie, bent down, and waited. After a brief pause, Jackie leaned up and kissed Lindie on the mouth – first as a friendly greeting, and then as a lover's kiss. Lindie's hand reached down between Jackie's legs and felt her wetness. Jackie pushed two of Lindie's fingers inside her wet slit and opened her mouth as if to show Allen their tongues swirling around each other. Lindie pulled her fingers from Jackie's wet pussy and brought them to her mouth. Lindie's expression turned to agony and despair. "You poor girl." Lindie whispered. Tears slowly began to fall down her emotionless face. "Thirty-five men have taken you. Only three were welcomed. Fifteen women have taken you. Only two were welcomed. Three lovers in your entire, short life. Your soul is pure even though your body is not. Lindie's Sin You loved the preacher, but you never stopped thinking of someone else... Allen." Jackie began to cry, also, and for one brief moment, she realized what Lindie was. During that moment, she silently prayed that Lindie would take away the pain and give her peace, and Lindie heard her. Of Lindie's powers and abilities, her ability to read people's thoughts was her least favorite. Allen was struggling to maintain his sanity at the moment. Her infidelity, her reason for marrying him, seeing Jackie, and all three of them in the same room were almost too much for him to comprehend. "Allen, would you pour us all a glass of wine?" Lindie asked sweetly. Allen didn't move. "I guess the spell is over." Allen said. Lindie looked shocked, for a moment forgetting that he was speaking figuratively. "Jackie, I love you. But if your life is set right now, the last thing I want to do is turn it upside down on you. Lindie dragged you here because she wants to make up for cheating on me. She figures if I sleep with you, we'll be even, but I don't even know what that means." Allen paced. "Allen, it doesn't matter." Jackie spoke up. "Lindie promised that I would never see you again after tonight, and I believe her. I've missed you so much, and if she's willing to let us be together one more time, I don't want to waste another minute talking about it." Jackie ran to Allen and they held each other tightly. He kissed her deeply and she pulled herself up and onto his rigid cock, locking her heals behind his back. His cock slid easily into Jackie's pussy. He looked at Lindie while Jackie moved up and down on his shaft. Lindie helped herself to a glass of wine while Allen carried Jackie to the bed. Allen proceeded to fuck Jackie in every imaginable position, causing her to orgasm three times to every one of his. Lindie had finished the entire bottle of wine by herself as she watched her husband fuck his former girlfriend in the ass for almost thirty minutes. Jackie was impressed with Allen's staying power, but not nearly as impressed as Lindie. Lindie kicked off her high heels and sat on a chair next to the bed. She subconsciously pulled up her legs causing her pussy lips to open, and slid two fingers inside. She fingered her pussy in rhythm with Allen's thrusts in Jackie's ass and soon brought herself to orgasm. Jackie, bent over on all fours on the bed, motioned for Lindie to join them. "Lindie, would you like me to lick your beautiful pussy?" Jackie asked. Lindie felt dizzy. She knew it wasn't from the wine, because she never got drunk. Up until a few days ago, she never got sunburned, either. Could she really be inebriated? She looked at herself in the mirror and realized that her sunburn had already turned to a golden tan with the faintest tan lines. Lindie stood up and removed her evening gown, then positioned herself in front of Jackie on the bed. Within seconds, Lindie was coming again from Jackie's expert tongue. Lindie carefully slid under Jackie so her face was beneath her pussy, forming a '69' with her. Jackie once again buried her face in Lindie's snatch and licked feverishly, sliding her fingers in and out of Lindie's pussy and asshole. Lindie returned the favor by licking Jackie's clit while Allen's cock hammered Jackie's asshole. "Come in my mouth, my husband." Lindie said to Allen. "No, don't! I'm not clean. I wasn't planning on having anal sex tonight!" Jackie pleaded. "Come in my mouth, my husband... please." Lindie whispered sternly. "It's okay. Jackie is cleaner than she thinks." Seconds later, Allen pulled his cock from Jackie's asshole and placed it in his wife's mouth. "Mmmmm." Lindie purred. Seconds later, Allen filled Lindie's mouth with what she'd been waiting for. Lindie reached up and unexpectedly jammed a finger up Allen's ass, causing him to produce several more spurts of semen. "Even better." Lindie mused. Jackie thought she was going to be sick. She could smell her shit on Allen's dick when he pulled out of her ass, but when she turned to look at Lindie sucking his cock, it was clean. Lindie licked her lips, and licked her teeth, turning to smile at Jackie. "See, all clean." Lindie smiled baring perfectly white teeth. For a moment, Jackie thought the teeth were pointed, but the very next second, they looked like any Hollywood starlet's teeth. To make Jackie feel better, Lindie got up and brushed her teeth. When she came back to bed, Allen and Jackie separated, leaving a space for Lindie in the middle. The three kissed each other briefly, and when Allen was ready, he mounted Lindie from behind while Jackie slid underneath her. When it came for Allen to come, Jackie was in the middle of an incredible orgasm provided by Lindie's mouth on her pussy and Lindie's fingers in her asshole. Jackie's mouth was opened wide, which Allen mistook as an invitation for his cock. He pulled his dirty cock from Lindie's ass and shoved it into Jackie's mouth. She began to gag as soon as she saw Lindie's shit on his dick, but her mouth was soon filled with Allen's delicious semen. She swallowed and continued to let him pump his cock in her mouth. "Allen, put it back in my butt." Lindie asked from between Jackie's legs. He did as he was told, thrusting several times before Lindie spoke again. "Now, put it back in her mouth." Lindie directed. He pulled out of Lindie's ass and waited. Jackie helplessly opened her mouth invitingly. She wasn't sure why, but there was no taste or smell of shit on his thick dick. She could have sworn she had seen it, though. He alternated between Lindie's asshole and Jackie's mouth several more times until he once again filled Jackie's mouth with his orgasm. "Holy shit!" Allen exclaimed. "You could call it that." Lindie said under her breath. "I need to take a shower." Allen said as he hopped off the bed. Lindie turned around and got on top of Jackie, kissing her fully on the mouth and pushing several fingers inside her pussy. Jackie came instantly and rolled Lindie onto her back. She sucked Lindie's nipples into her mouth, squeezing her full breasts hard, and finished by sliding her entire hand inside Lindie's pussy. Lindie cried out just before an intense orgasm and pulled Jackie's hand from her tightening pussy before possibly breaking her wrist. They kissed some more, and when Allen returned from the shower, they positioned themselves in such a way as to allow their pussies to rub against each other. Their heads were hanging off opposite sides of the bed, and Lindie was the first to request his cock in her mouth. Allen was amazed at how well they each took turns sucking his cock, but he knew when he came, Lindie would expect the prize. He filled her mouth, then withdrew his limp cock as the two girls once again repositioned themselves into a '69' and brought each other to orgasm. After a brief rest, the girls hopped off the bed and showered together. Allen turned on the TV while he heard the girls giggling, kissing, and bringing each other to orgasm in the shower. While he waited, there was a special report on a mass murder that occurred in the campground they had just visited. Twenty people – men, women, and children – dismembered and their body parts scattered about the campground. "Lindie, come here and look at this!" Allen called out. The girls came out with wet hair, towels around their waists, and bright smiles. Lindie's smile quickly disappeared as soon as she looked at the television. "Oh my God." Lindie spoke quietly. 'He's following me,' she thought to herself. "We're lucky we left when we did! They say this happened this afternoon." Allen said excitedly. "Turn it off." Jackie demanded. "I don't want to know any more about it." "Probably a good idea. We don't want to have nightmares, right?" Allen turned off the TV and crawled back into bed. The girls joined him and, one-by-one, they each fell asleep. Lindie had no idea why her eyes closed so easily, but within minutes, she didn't care. For the first time in days, Lindie began to dream. She could see a beautiful black girl wearing some kind of Egyptian jewelry, and little else. She was so beautiful and so elegant; she could have been a princess. In a flash, a disgusting, winged figure appeared in front of the girl, but she wasn't afraid of him. Instead, she displayed a playful attitude as she watched his groin morph into a large, rigid, cock. His bat-like face yelled at her in some unknown language, but she held out her arm and placed her hand on his chest, answering him in what must have been a warning to be patient. The black girl turned away from the creature, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks, waiting for his approval. The creature mumbled something else, and the black girl turned and dropped to her knees as if worshipping the creature. The creature stepped forward and brushed the girl's lips with the tip of his large, disgusting cock. She opened her mouth and used her tongue to lick the shaft and head of his large member. Lindie giggled in her sleep as she realized the creature was without testicles. The creature and black girl suddenly stopped what they were doing, almost as if they realized Lindie was watching them. Lindie held her breath. After a brief pause, the black girl continued licking and kissing the creature's large, porcelain cock. Within minutes, the creature's wings had completely disappeared and his bat-like face began to look more like that of a young man. His cock, however, remained abnormally large for his frame. The creature then lay on the ground, and the black girl positioned herself on top of him, carefully inserting his large cock in her pussy. She leaned forward and kissed the creature's face as her ass moved up and down, sliding his long shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Her playful attitude quickly disappeared as she brought herself to her first orgasm on the creature's cock. As she continued to ride his large dick, he continued to look more like an attractive young man. The creature mumbled something else, and the black girl hesitated. The creature repeated his mumble, and his transformation into a handsome young man was suddenly reversed. His skin paled and his wings began to materialize. The black girl sat up, turned around, and quickly attempted to fit the head of his large cock in her asshole, but his cock was too big – and for her – it was too late. She looked worried as the creature's clawed wings dug into her shoulders, and she cried out as he forced her down onto his stone-like cock. Terror covered her face as he pushed her down further, and she began to chant what must have been a prayer her people said when on the verge of death. "Let her go!" Lindie shouted in her sleep, although in her dream, the words were in the tongue of the creature. The creature paused for a moment, then looked directly at Lindie and smiled. Lindie recognized that smile. It was the sinister smile of her alleged brother, David. The smile quickly turned into a snarl as the creature pushed the beautiful black princess down farther, crushing her internal organs. Blood poured from the girl's mouth as she silently screamed. Lindie lashed out and severed the black girl's head, attempting to end her misery, and the creature began to laugh. "I know who you are. I'm going to kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Lindie roared. The creature continued to chuckle and said something that Lindie understood as "only after you kill everyone else, first." Lindie was suddenly awoken by Jackie's screams. Jackie was curled up in a corner of the room, farthest from the bed. Lindie tried to read Jackie's mind, but the poor girl seemed to have gone insane. As Lindie rose from the bed, she was confused to see blood splattered and sprayed all over the walls and ceiling. She looked in the mirror across from the bed and could see she had transformed into the near-perfect being she so admired. When she turned to look at the bed, however, her face turned colder and her eyes burned brighter than they had ever been. There, on the bed, were the remains of her husband, Allen. His head was severed from his body. His body was pulled apart from his groin to his chest. His eyes and mouth were still open as if calling out "why?" "Please." Jackie spoke softly. Lindie turned around quickly, just missing Jackie's face with the razor-sharp tip of one of her wings. Jackie was standing before Lindie, calm and coherent. Lindie was able to read her mind for a split second and could see what had happened. She had transformed while in her nightmare of a dream, knocking Jackie out of bed, but also ripping apart her husband in the process. Jackie's one, true love was gone. Her mind was finally broken. She knew she was destined to spend the rest of her life in an insane asylum. She wanted it to end, now. "Please take away the pain. I know you can do it." Jackie said. "Let me be with Allen, again." The sight of Lindie like this, and the unintentional slaughter of Allen were more than most mortals could handle, including Jackie. Lindie spread her arms and wings, and Jackie stepped forward, resting her face on Lindie's bosom. She held Jackie in her arms with all the love one being can have for another, and kissed her gently on top of her head. Jackie's body instantly fell lifeless. "No more pain, Jackie." Lindie said between pointed, razor-sharp teeth. "Tell Allen I miss him already." She carefully laid Jackie's body on the floor. Miles away, Jackie's girlfriend's dark-skinned body cooled. Her Egyptian jewelry sparkled in the early morning sunlight. A stray dog licked her face, paused, then trotted several yards away and licked her hand. Lindie's wings folded as she walked to the car. The concrete sidewalk crumbled beneath her feet. She effortlessly pushed her hand through the glass of the car, reached in, and grabbed whatever clothes and camping gear she thought might be useful, stuffing it all into a large backpack. The sun was only minutes from rising. She looked at her reflection in the window of an adjacent motel room. She looked like a white marble statue, spattered with blood. She once thought of herself as angelic. Now, covered in Allen's blood, she looked and felt farthest from it. "To what purpose, God?" Lindie asked quietly, staring at the ground. "To what purpose?" She asked again, slightly louder and looking skyward. She was overcome by several emotions as she looked at Allen's car. They were on their way to finding her remaining sister so she could find out where she came from, and maybe why she was so different from everyone else in her family. When it was quiet, and when she really concentrated, she could see into the not-so-distant future. She had meditated long and hard before they started their journey to make sure she was doing the right thing. It was going to be an adventure, and it was going to be fun. Allen wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to die. How did this come to be? "It wasn't supposed to be this way!" Lindie yelled. An unearthly roar replaced her soft, feminine voice. Within a half-mile radius, windows shattered, eardrums bled, and birds and other small animals fell to the ground, dead. Lindie grabbed the backpack and took to the skies, heading indirectly to her sister's campground. She knew she was being followed, but she had no idea how close he was. A handsome young man stepped out of the shadows of the motel room. "Jackie, Jackie, Jackie. What has become of you?" David said as he stood over her corpse. "Bill sends his love."