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Paranoid

By: DiaperedSiouxsie



The rain slammed hard down on the little white sedan as it drove through the night.

David was tired. He'd had a long day at work and wanted to get home and relax. He hated working at a restaurant. God, how he hated it. People giving him attitude, people being downright annoying, but perhaps most of all his superiors. Taking orders from some uninteresting half wit and having to smile and nod.

He worked at the Red Lobster, and he couldn't stand it. Not a bad job for a twenty year old, but still... something else would be quite preferable.

After what seemed like an eternity driving through wall after wall of rain he recognized his street and finally his driveway. He drove up and parked, getting out to smile for the first time all day.

Independence. Ever since he'd moved out of his parent's home one thing he could always seek refuge in was his own home. Feeling better and better as he walked inside, he decided to go pour himself a drink and have a seat on his couch.

David was a slightly more sophisticated drinker than most men his age. Twenty year old college guys were chugging out of beer bongs and gulping down jack daniels, he was having moderate drinks of crown royal and eating dinner with riunite lambrusco.

After his first sip he looked over at the computer and thought that might be a perfect way to relax.. go on literotica or some place and find some equally tired and horny girl.

Shit, he was sold. He got up and turned the computer on, having a seat in front of it. He felt better already.

Once he got on he found himself at the name point. Damn. He was never any good at that. He didn't want to write some silly obnoxious name like "i've got a big dick" but at the same time who wants to talk to "music fan"? He hated this part. Eventually he settled on "Jeff". It wasn't his name, and it was the best he could come up with.

"Jeff" went on and hit up a few different girls, all either too busy or too arrogant to reply. He never understood that; you're on a goddamn cyber site, he'd think. What makes you so much better than me that you can't answer me?

He was getting a little annoyed when he found "Psique".

Jeff: Hi, what's up

Psique: hi there

Ah, he thought. A response.

Jeff: How are you?

She hadn't acknowledged the fact that he'd asked her a question. Too many people used "how's it going" and "what's up" as greetings and not questions. It got on his nerves.

Psique: kind of tired, really... you?

Jeff: Me too, more or less.. I just got off work, you?

Psique: yeah, actually i did too... long day

Jeff: Same here.. looking for a little relaxation, you might say

Psique: :)

This wasn't going too badly, he thought. She seemed cool enough, and in the same boat as well.

Jeff: So tell me a little about yourself

Then the screen went dead for about a minute and a half. Fuck. If she was gone or with someone else already... it seemed as though the guys with the "hey baby, let's fuck" routine did much better than guys like him. He just didn't fit in with most, and he understood them even less.

Jeff: Are you busy?

David sighed and got up to pour himself another drink. It looked like it wasn't going to happen now. When he came back, however, he saw that she'd replied.

Psique: haha i'm just getting a shitload of pms..

A wave of relief caught him. He sat back down smiling slightly as he began to type back.

Jeff: Well if you're busy I'd hate to be a bother is all

Psique: honey, if you were to keep talking to me, i'd like it just fine

Jeff: That's a relief.. i was thinking the same thing

Psique: giggles

David never thought much of typing verbs like that in chat, but right now he thought it was cute as hell.

Jeff: Well anyways... newayz, as the kids say.. what are you into?

Psique: giggles... the kids..

Jeff: You're into kids?

Psique: haha nooooo

Jeff: Hmm...

Psique: repeating what you said...

Jeff: suuure you are

Psique: lol

There was another thing that bothered David; acronyms in chat. lol, rofl, lmao, brb, all that shit. He hated it. Once again, in this case, he was loving it.

Jeff: so what's on your mind?

Psique: frankly dear my mind is on sex

He felt a little pang in his pants at this.

Jeff: What do you like?

Psique: i love to suck cock

He felt it again, stronger this time. Time to cap his night.

Jeff: Really

Psique: crawlin in your lap

Psique: kissing your neck

Jeff: Wrapping my arms around you

Psique: rockin my hips against you

Psique: unbuttoning your shirt.. kissing your chest

Jeff: Running my hands up and down your back

Psique: kissing down your stomach

Dear lord, he thought. Here it comes.

Psique: unzipping your pants

Psique: pulling you out

Jeff: God that feels good

Psique: jacking you a little.. giving the tip a kiss

Psique: breathing heavily on it

Jeff: mmm

He didn't know what else to go with but "mmm". This girl was hot.

Psique: squeezing a little on you

Psique: licking at the tip

Goddamn, this girl knew all the right things to say, it seemed.

Jeff: Getting so hard

Psique: lowering my mouth... taking you in..

Psique: swallowing you

Psique: my tongue moves all over your cock... tasting it

Jeff: fuck

David almost didn't notice himself masturbating faster and harder every time she said something, and he might not have had he not been about to cum.

"Shit."

His cock shot a couple wads into a thankfully prepared tissue. Once his orgasm subsided, he felt embarassed that he'd gone so fast cybering. He walked up to throw the tissue away and came back to find a new message.

Psique: god, you came already?

He was a little startled by this.

Jeff: No, no, keep going... you're really good at it

Psique: please. you just came into some tissue and ran off to throw it away

...What?

Jeff: What the hell are you talking about?

Psique: I can see you

He froze at this. He looked at the window in the kitchen from which he was clearly visible and saw nothing; there was too little light. Still, he decided to call her bluff.

Jeff: I haven't the slihtest fucking idea what you're tlaking about

He was mispelling his words. He was trying not to, but he was getting a little nervous.

Psique: okay, well let me make it a little more clear... give me your email

What?? Fuck no.

Jeff: No way

Psique: c'mon.. it'll be fun...

Quickly David went to yahoo and implemented a new email account. As he did this he continued talking so she wouldn't suspect as much.

Jeff: fine... but what kind of fun are we talking about here?

Psique: you'll see

Jeff: i don't even get a hint?

Psique: you'll like it

By this time he was done.

Jeff: okay, it's diamonddogs01@yahoo.com

Psique: ...strange... whatever

Psique: give me a sec

He waited impatiently. He kept looking over at the window, getting a little jumpy. After a while he figured that maybe she was just being silly. After all, she had been right, maybe she'd called him on it. He was just being paranoid. Yeah. That's all it was. Now that he'd calmed himself, he awaited her email.

Psique: alright, there you go

Jeff: cool, let's see

He signed back in and saw the inbox link with a 1 next to it. He clicked on it and saw the subject "Check this out" and clicked on it. The email had no words, just a picture of him masturbating into a tissue, taken from the left angle, where the window was.

David broke into a cold sweat. What the hell could he do now. Maybe she wanted to talk.

Jeff: okay, um..

He had no idea how to mask his terror.

Psique has signed off.

Shit! He was screaming in his head. What could he possibly do now? There was some crazy bitch outside his house. maybe even inside now. Maybe even a guy. Shit shit shit. He shut off the computer and zipped up his pants. He had to search the house, and then outside.

He had no real weapons, only half of a broom handle. He picked it up and slowly walked through the house.

David slowly crept out of the living room into the kitchen, just behind the wall. Inch by inch the kitchen was revealed to him. Once in, he quickly switched on the porch light and threw open the curtain. Opening the slide glass door, he darted his head out, looking left and right. He looked down to see a laptop and a camera, with a pair of used latex gloves on the keyboard. hurriedly he closed and locked the door and continued moving through the house.

He crept into the hallway, the silence practically crushing. He felt beads of sweat on his head, but didn't risk removing his hands from the broom handle to wipe them.

He kicked the bathroom door open and saw that the window in there was open. Then he felt the sap hit him in the back of the head and consciousness left him.

Strange visuals haunted him. Discordant music flowed through his mind and everything seemed incredibly abstract. His daze gradually wore off and he found himself on the floor of his hallway. The bathroom door was open and he saw the broken window. He slowly got to his feet when someone kicked him.

"Noo!!"

A loud voice boomed throughout the house. His vision raced over the hallway, but nothing was there. He saw but a quick blur running about.

"Ugh."

David awoke to the aroma of ammonia. He looked and in front of him was a girl he would've found attractive in another place and time. Very cute, long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a perfect complexion. She was dressed in short cut offs and a tight fitting shirt that exposed her navel. She was barefoot.

He then tried to move and found himself severely restrained. He was adhered to a wall, completely nude.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is going on..."

"Oh come on!" the girl said, in a cutesy school girlish manner. "Let's have some fun!"

With that she took his dangling cock into her mouth and began sucking on him gingerly.

Despite the undeniable pleasure her hot little mouth gave him, he resisted.

"You.. have to... let me go!"

She ignored him, still licking away at him inside her mouth. He was getting very hard very fast. Little moans escaped him every moment or so as she continued.

"Look, you... you.. crazy-"

She bit him before he could finish. Not so hard as to draw blood, but certainly enough to earn a pained yelp. She began to cup his balls as she continued.

"God.. please..."

She pulled away, her hand still on his testicles. "Jesus! I thought you wanted to have fun! You are sooooooo boring."

At the she pulled on his balls. Hard. He began to scream as she tugged violently on them. She laughed.

"Don't be silly! Noone can hear you!" She mocked him. "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

Out of nowhere she pulled a small blade out and castrated him. David screamed and screamed, until she tired of the sound and stuffed his severed genitalia into his mouth. The last thing he saw was the six or seven other guys adhered to the wall in the same fashion as he, dead or dying with their own cock in their mouth.

"You know, you guys are all the same," she went on. "You SAY you want fun, but when it comes along, you get all scared. 'Oh please, oh please, let me go'. Well fuck you. You're boring, just like the rest. I'm going to go find me a real man."

With that she took her blade and sliced him on the inside of both of his thighs and left, leaving him to bleed to death. The last thing David saw was the girl scooping up her laptop and camera and walking out the door.

Paranormal Affair



Even before the second shot of absinthe has finished burning its way down my throat, I can feel the first one beginning to take hold of me. Its vapours rise up my throat, I'm struggling not to cough and to remain steady. Its hardly the psychedelic dissolution of reality that LSD tends to bring about, which is what I'm used to with this kind of shit after all - but its enough. 

That other part of me - the weird side of my brain begins to unfurl. The little whispers of sensation around me blossom and acquire something like tangibility. The crumbling ruin is no more. The dank smells of mildew and damp are replaced by a warm, summery breeze wafting in from a nearby window. The imprint seems like it must thirty years old at least... I try to look around, but I can't see. There's something over my eyes - a blindfold, or the memory of one, anyway. Then, at the same time, my awareness of my clothes drifts away, bit by bit. My biking leathers, boots, even my underwear, until I'm standing stark naked, nervously curling my toes into the floor. I'm not myself by this point of course. I'm someone younger, my breasts a little smaller, perkier. My skin is soft and sensitive... I bet I'm ginger, probably even have freckles. Thin, cute, late teens - probably quite hot. Blossoming femininity and all that.

Of course, that none of that makes what is to come any less twisted and sick. There's a lump in my throat the size of a Buick... No, not my throat, the girl's throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists. 

I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. Her pulse drums in my ears. I hear footsteps and it quickens. There's that undercurrent of arousal of course, too... that's not hers, that's mine. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but it does. Guess its a coping mechanism? The mind's gotta do some crazy shit to deal with crazy shit, right? Feels to me like that's how things usually go. Or, hell, I don't know. Maybe that's just me. Maybe I'm the same kind of psycho sicko myself, like all those ones I see in my visions. One day I'll snap, go on a little spree of my own... naw, that thought's just too morbid. 

By the time I'm paying attention again, someone's pushing me to the ground. Large, firm hands. A man's hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no - these aren't some dumbass teenager's hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy's way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still - he's a relative, I bet. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of confusion running through it all - betrayal. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit. 

Shit, I can feel bile in the back of my throat and its not just the absinthe. These always give me flashbacks to my first trip... If that weren't bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelming even for me. 

I gasp for breath. Once the trip's started, there's no easy way to get out of it. Best I can do is see it through to the end. I try to push the memories of my first time out of my mind though. By sheer misfortune, that one's still one of the most brutal experiences I have seen. Perhaps this one won't be nearly so bad, at least then I could cope with just the one sexual assault in this memory. Experiencing two rapes at the same time would probably hospitalise me for good. 

There's talking going on now. It generally sounds like a wailing trumpet, like how you had the adults talk in those old Snoopy cartoons. Unless I'm exceptionally lucid and blitheringly tripped out of my mind, I get little more than the gist of the conversation anyway. In these cases, there's nothing else I want to know, anyway. I'm sure whatever he's saying would just make me cringe all the more. My body hits the carpet and the next thing I know, I'm violated. 

He's not pulling punches. His two fingers roughly squeeze into my ass, feeling like something's burning. He doesn't care that lube is something that's a thing. I squeal, writhe, but I'm helpless. He twists them back and forth and I can feel him searching for a way to get the most reaction out of me, dragging his fingernails across my rectum. I want to kick him, but I can't, this girl is a victim and she knows it, she's already given up. I mean, I can't blame her. Whoever the motherfucker was, he was her guardian, pretty much a paragon of stability for her... you can't just recover from a sucker punch like that. Not that fast, maybe not ever. Its vile and violent and he's enjoying himself like hell. 

This is where things start to get fucked up. He pushes his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them after he's had them in her ass up to the knuckles. But that's not the sick bit. I mean, that's horrid... but the worst of it comes when I'm starting to feel him, too. 

See, my shtick is that I can read emotionally charged experiences from places and things. Negative ones about ten times as strongly as positive ones cause hey, ain't life a bitch? And sadistic glee... Oh yeah, that's pretty negative. And its pretty fucking strong. The girlie begins to slip and I start to feel both of them now. His own sickening excitement is running through me and... God, his fucking arousal. It's not like a girl's arousal at all. Masculine, fierce, almost savage in its intensity. It doesn't roll and ebb and it just... builds up. 

The next thing I know, I'm screaming. He begins raping her, anally, cause that's the kinda fuck he is. I scream in real life... I'm the rapist and the victim at the same time, I'm fucking sodomising myself. I don't know how long this goes on for and then I come. 

And I come fucking hard. It's both me and him, the male and female orgasm layered on top of each other, a mind-fuck in and of itself. 

I hate this most of all. All the fucking violence, the abuse, the insane, warped psychological torture - it makes me cum harder than anything or anyone else ever has. Part of it is the rapist's sadistic... release. He chokes her, making her scream across the entire house, then drowning her voice entirely amidst his fingers, partially crushing her windpipe. I can feel the tightness of her anus, rectal muscles spawning and clutching around his cock as he repeatedly violates them, forcing them painfully open again and again. And I can feel my seed evacuating into her bowels, surging forth from an organ I don't even have. But that's a shadow of a memory. Its there, but doesn't even feel quite real. No, most of my climax now is my own. Its fucking arousing. All of it, from the carpet burn I'm getting on my bare knees, the burning deep in my ass, the throat throbbing against my calloused fingertips, the blood on my lips as I bite into her ear, the way his fingertips dig into my breast... and more. I am overloaded with sensation, sex and violence. It awakens both the hunter and the prey in me, like a snake devouring itself. 

What happens next, I'm only faintly aware of. The absinthe is starting to fade and I'm on my back, gasping as smaller fireworks continue to go off in my cunt. He pinches her, slaps her, spits on her. She takes it, she's so broken now it barely registers. I feel disgusted at myself for enjoying it, but there's only so much self-hate you can muster when you're orgasming like a motherfucker. 

Gradually, I come to. He drags her out of the room and they don't come back. I blink my eyes open sober. There's no carpet under me, just bare, dusty concrete. The window that provided my rape with such a lovely, pleasant breeze, hasn't held a pane of glass in decades. The moon stares down at me accusingly. Firelight flickers shadows across the wall. 

I groan as I sit up, my body still aching with the fading sores of phantom abuses. My anus burns, filled with a stranger's cum until I remind it that it it not. I pull my leather jacket back up, panting softly, and lean against the wall. 

Oh yeah, I've got a audience tonight. Nearly forgot about her. 

She's sitting on the far side of the fire, half-cloaked in the shadows of the abandoned building. Her badge glints in the firelight, just a little bit brighter than her eyes. She swigs from her beer, something cheap and American, never quite taking her eyes off me, like she'd just seen a ghost. 

"That's all, folks," I croak, managing a good-natured smirk. I'm vaguely aware of having narrated the experience for her. Its funny, talking out loud kinda seems to come naturally with psychic experiences. Don't have to focus on it, you start blabbering all the nasty shit in your head anyway. I hand her the bottle of absinthe and she takes it from me, fingers trembling a little. 

The sheriff is a fine woman with her long dark hair, curly and lustrous, and her little badass motherfucker of a magnum and her leather jacket a few sizes too big and that lickety-spit shiny badge that just screams at me to be licked and kissed. Yeah, I got a thing for gals in uniform, alright? Sure, she's an older lady, but I'm not counting those years against her. The way her pretty little freckled nose wrinkles when she smiles makes her look as fair as any summer's day. She's as dangerous a cougar as they come. Don't try to catch her from behind, that chiselled ass of hers, all wrapped in shiny leather, has been known to kill lesser girls. TRUE story. 

I crawl over to her, still a little shaky myself. "Lin?" I whisper, concern quaking my voice for a moment. 

She finds herself though, looks up with that spark in her eyes, cups my chin and kisses me on the lips, making me lose my train of thought for a few blissful moments as I suckle on her tongue-tip. "I'm okay, Panda," she tells me, pulling away. "Just a little shook is all. You're... You're good. That's some gift you got there, babydoll." 

I can't help but giggle. She's adorable, I've never met anyone who called anyone 'babydoll', let alone done so sincerely, yet here she is, lighting up a cigarette like she's straight of some 70s lesploitation flick, giving me that sultry look. 

"Told you it can be kinda intense." 

"No shit cutie. You got all the details. The bad man was the girl's uncle, she was an orphan after her parents died when she were twelve. He took care of her, like the upstandin' member of the community and family-man that he were. Then, after she had a fight with her boyfriend the night before the prom - just a couple months after her eighteenth, somethin' snapped in the old guy. He went an' drove her out here, raped 'er, bid she not tell a soul, then went back to normal," the sheriff explains. She wets her lips, "The girl stayed real quiet for a few years, 'fore she gone an' went to the police. 'Course, wasn't anythin' 'nybody could do by then," she shakes her head, the woman's lips trembling for a moment. "That..." 

"That girl was you," I finish the sentence for her. She gives me a sullen look, then softly nods. "Damn. I-I'm sorry Lin, I... I had no way of knowing. if I..." 

"Naw, it's okay babydoll," the sheriff takes a long drag on her cigarette. "It's okay. I knew what I was getting'. This is something I wanted for a lon' time. I never did get my own back on that ol' cunt. He passed away lon' 'fore I got into law enforcement, y'see. Lon' 'fore I could do 'nything about it. Did get away from 'im though, it never happened again. But I just.. I wanted to come back here. Been meanin' to do it for a long time, really. And then you came along, tellin' me all about your gift an' all..." 

My fingers curl around her hand. "Did it help?" I ask, chewing on my lip, wondering what the fuck she could've made of the spectacle. Me writhing on the floor, moaning as I recounted her brutal rape blow for blow. Oh and then cumming my ass off at the end. Jeez, even said in my head that sounds bad. 

She just looks out into the fire and nods though, "Yeah, it helped," she whispers and wraps her arms around me. And I feel better, briefly, relaxing in her arms. I want to ask which part of my awkward, groaning and moaning farce of a semi-reenactment makes it any better for her, but I see her tears in the firelight and I keep quiet. I've always been awful with emotions, comes from being a shunned recluse most of your life, I guess... but I need the warmth, I need the comfort. And I really need her right now. She buries her head in my shoulder and I feel just a little bit less shitty about myself. 

A week later, the sheriff's popped the back of her head open with her badass little magnum. I take it as my queue to get the fuck out of here. Let's get this motherfucker on the road. Maine. Maine sounds good. 

I like these long roads. You can go crank the throttle all the way up until you're going so fast that you tear up. It's okay though, the wind dries out the tears.



Paranormal Happenstance



Note: Ki is short for Zakki (pronounced Zuh-kye).

*****

"So far we've got zombies trying to eat you, amnesia, a few disturbing flashbacks, and the ability to light yourself on fire. Does that about sum everything up?"

"I think so. There may be a few other things that I've simply forgotten."

Ki sighed. "Tell me again why Lord Rushington thought it was a good idea to send you out with a zombie."

"He said anyone could control a zombie in the weakened state he was in. He was only a level two."

"I guess he didn't mention that you needed to have him crated by nightfall in order to prevent him from regaining strength and trying to EAT you."

"No, he never mentioned that."

"Elysia..."

"What? I can't do anything about it now, and I wasn't eaten as you can clearly see."

"Only because I happened along at the right time. A moment later and you would have given yourself up to that monster."

"Well, I couldn't just let Snowbelle and Kojak die. He threatened to kill them."

"So you would let him eat you instead? You know what? Nevermind. That heart of yours is going to get you killed one day."

"Then it will be worth it. Anything I love enough to die for will be worth the price I paid."

"No. Nothing is worth living in this world without you."

"I do believe that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Ki."

"Don't get used to it," he said gruffly. She laughed and kissed his cheek. He caught her eyes in a stare that had her frozen where she stood.

"Ki..." she said.

"Mine," he whispered before capturing her mouth in a biting kiss. Her hand grasped the back of his head, tugging him closer. He broke the kiss to run nibbling kisses down her neck. His mouth opened wider.

She shoved him back a step and placed a single finger over his lips. "No biting." He captured the tip in his teeth and gave it a slow lick, holding her gaze. 

Grabbing her wrist, he placed her hand along his cheek and leaned into it. "You torture me, my love. I would make you mine for eternity."

"I know," she said, her eyes beseeching. "But I need to remain mine a while longer."

Ki nodded, her grateful smile worth his continued suffering. "Tell me again what you remember of that night with my brother." Elysia shook her head. "It may help you recall more. Come. Tell me."

She sighed. "He was pulling me through the forest. I did not know where he was going nor what he intended. I had the feeling he was going to do something horrible, but I did not know what it was. Then nothing, as if something is missing from that portion of my memory.

Next he had me backed against a tree in the center of a clearing. He had my hands pinned above my head. My bodice was ripped, exposing a breast. I was panting, probably from trying to fight him off. He grabbed my breast, and I recall trying to bite his neck. He slapped my across the face in response. The force split my lip, so I spit at him, my saliva filled with blood.

It landed on his cheek, but he simply wiped it off with the back of his hand, a sick smile on his face. He licked it clean and grabbed my chin, forcing me to expose my throat. I felt anger, rage at being held captive by this monster. My blood boiled hot. 

He released me instantly. Shaking his hands as if he'd been burned, he glared at me with intense fury. He was about to attack again when we heard voices shouting. They were yelling at him to let me go and back away.

It was the villagers, I believe. He snarled at them and tried again to grab me, but I dodged him. Fire arrows hit the tree, and he hissed and ran.

I was crouched near the tree when the men ran past. There were nearly a dozen, but I couldn't be sure. A few women came behind and stopped for me. They place a blanket over my shoulders and led me away.

They spoke to one another as if I were not even there. 'She must have been the new sacrifice,' said one. 'From another village, no doubt,' another whispered, as if afraid someone might hear. 'At least she was not one of ours,' said the oldest woman.

I do not remember anything that happened after that except when I awoke on Lord Rushington's lawn. I could not tell you how long it was after that happened, either."

"He treated you well, you said?" Ki asked.

"Yes, he was kind and acted like a father to me. I think his son may have been jealous and that was why he sent me away."

"He did not send you away. He tried to have you eaten by one of his zombies!"

"I do not believe that was what happened."

"Well, we cannot know anything until we ask him."

"No. Let him be. I am where I belong now. He played his role, now let him live in peace." Elysia ran a hand through his dark hair lovingly.

"Fine, but only because you wish it."

Elysia laughed. "As if you would otherwise." He growled playfully and tugged her into his lap, nuzzling her neck. "Ki?" He breathed in deeply and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

"May I make you mine another way?" he asked gently. "I would not turn you, simply bring you as close to me as physically allowed."

"You would..."

"I would." He licked her pulse.

"But I thought-" she gasped when his cold hand slid beneath her tunic. "It was not-" her words froze when a hand closed over her breast.

"I'm allowed to break a rule here and there," he murmured. "I will have you as mine one way or another."

"But you cannot...ah!" Ki's fingers plucked at her nipple with adept curiosity.

"I cannot what?" he whispered in her ear, sliding his tongue to trace its soft shell. She moaned as he coaxed her legs apart with his free hand. "Were you not going to tell me what I cannot do?" he teased.

"No."

"No?" Ki asked as he gently lifted her silken body to bring her to his room.

"Wait, Ki! We cannot just-" his lips cut her off, stealing her breath in a wondrous kiss until she lay limp in his arms. "Ki," she moaned his name.

"Shh, little one." He carried her up a hidden staircase to his bedroom, whispering to her every way he wished to love her. "... and when you are soaking my hand I am going to plunge myself into your depths and make you scream that first time I take you. My name will be all you can think, my body all you can feel. All of your senses will be filled with me, and you will be mine." He laid her on his down-filled bed with a soft kiss placed on parted lips. Warmth filled him at the sight of her watching him with that loving smile. She lifted a hand, calling for him to come to her.

"Zakki," she said as he knelt over her fragile body. "Will you be mine as well?"

He chuckled quietly. "I have ever been yours, little one. From the day I witnessed you being sold to my father whose intentions were to hand you over to my elder brother as future bride. There wasn't a single day when my eyes would not follow your every move, when my thoughts would not race with images of you, when my lips did not beg for your kiss, nor my body not long to be inside yours. I have yearned for you since the first day I learned of your existence. I have always been yours. Now, you will be mine," he said as he untied the laces of her riding boots.

"I wish I could remember back then. I only know I felt something for you, as I feel it now, like my heart would burst from my chest at the thought of being yours, though I hardly remember a thing about before. I have no real memories of you, just a pressing feeling that I somehow know you and would give anything to be in your arms."

"You are in my arms." Ki slid the final piece of clothing away to expose her naked body to his hungering eyes. He licked his lips as he stared down at her. 

Elysia suppressed the urge to cover herself and instead removed his shirt. He was amenable until her hands fell to his waist. He hissed. She chided him with a look and unbuttoned his slacks. "I cannot be the only one naked," she teased. 

He growled and trapped her hands above her head. She gasped in fear before coming back to the moment; his concerned eyes drawing her away from the tormenting memory. She smiled and tugged a hand away to cup his jaw. "I am fine." 

Ki pulled her flush to his chest, shocking her with the speed he used. He kissed her cheek and whispered, "I love you, Elysia." She trembled at the stark need his voice contained.

He urged her back, and she watched as Ki removed the last hindrance from his body. A shy hand reached out to stroke his thick chest, hairless but for the line that traced his sternum to his navel and down to the jutting proof of his desire nestled in jet black curls. Curiosity had her following that line, her hand slowly dipping to caress his belly and brush his hip as she skirted the place he truly wished her hand to be.

Ki was far more bold in his approach, his hands and eyes devouring every inch of her flesh. He paused to knead her breasts as they filled his hands. One remained there as the other teasingly mimicked the path hers had taken. Her stomach tightened as he moved over her. Her breath caught when he delved into her damp curls and his finger traced the seam of her lower lips. Then, he pushed through. Elysia gasped as he circled her hot little bundle of nerves; her hands grabbing the bedding to hold herself still.

Ki took hold of one and placed it over his thick arousal. A drop of liquid formed at the tip as he thrust a single finger into her wet sheath. She bucked, clenching her fists. He hissed at her grip on his cock and slowly pulled back only to lunge forward again. She was deliciously tight. Her walls pulled him deeper, begging for more. He happily obliged slipping another finger inside her moist well as he pumped himself in her hold.

Elysia's gasps and moans built to a scream as her first orgasm hit. "Ki!" He slowed his movements, once again fingering her clit. She bucked a few more times before settling down. He kissed her gently, gradually deepening the kiss until she was wild for him, unconsciously urging him to take her now.

Instead, he chose to turn, moving her so she straddled his waist. Her deeply blush was clearly visible to his keen eyes. "Ki?" He rolled his hips against her buttocks, forcing her to brace her hands against his chest and sliding her down his length. Her eyes darkened as she intentionally repeated the unexpected movement. Ki groaned his approval as she continue to glide over his hot organ.

A short lunge at the right moment had his cock slipping inside her tight channel. Elysia gasped when he hit her small barrier. Ki paused, allowing her the choice. She rocked once, twice, learning the feel of him before slamming her hips down to force him past her maidenhead. She fisted the blanket in her hands and ground her teeth to choke back the scream that threatened to follow.

He allowed her only a moment's respite before gently pulling out and shoving back in. She shuddered, opening her eyes to find him watching her in the dim light. As she slowly became accustomed to the feel of hard length inside her, Elysia began to match his rhythm. Their moans and pants filled the air as each lost themselves in the feeling of pleasure.



Paranormal Houseguest



"Oh come on, Carol. It's just a stupid toy, what harm can come of it?" Brian asked his wife. He gently sat the antique looking Ouija board down on their dining room table and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"I just don't like it, honey. It's not natural. I mean, you're.... you're just tampering with stuff that shouldn't be messed with." Carol replied, looking away.

"Hey," Brian answered, "you're the one who said you thought there was something creepy about this house. I just thought this would be a fun way of seeing if we have any ghosts or whatever here. You're being too superstitious! They sell these things at toy stores, for Christ's sake."

Brian and Carol had been married for shortly over a year, and with the exception of a few small fights it had been all good times. Brian's friends often teased him, saying that he'd got lucky when Carol agreed to marry him. She was too far out of his league, they told him. Brian wasn't ugly, by any stretch of the imagination. 5'10" with light brown hair, glasses and roguish good looks, Brian thought that he was a catch himself. But Carol, they were all right when they said she was a beauty. 5'7", with long, straight brown hair, brilliant blue eyes and a radiant smile. She was thin woman, with naturally large breasts that seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness. The first time Brian had seen then, he'd sworn they had to be fake; with a gentle upturn, perky nipples and a sexy bounce they seemed too good to be true. But when he'd laid his hands on them, Brian had no more doubts about their authenticity. He'd always had a thing for woman with huge tits, and to be married to this natural beauty was a plus.

About two months ago the young couple bought their first house, and moved in three weeks later. It was a dream for them. The house was an older New England home, which they had acquired for well below what it should have sold for. Carol had been suspicious as to why the house was selling for so little money, but Brian assured her it was just the shitty economy working to their advantage. And, she had to admit that she was taken with the house as well. The place just seemed too beautiful to pass up, with its lightly scuffed hardwood floors, creaky stairs and lofty ceilings. It had character, and she loved that about the house. But things started to get a little weird after their first week in the house. Carol swore that she heard the sounds of somebody walking up and down the stairs during the night, footsteps in the hallway outside of their bedroom, even doors closing and opening on their own. Brian was a skeptic; he tried assuring her that it was her imagination, and that nothing was really going on. She heard cliché responses from him about the house settling, the weather making the floors creak and even draft winds blowing doors shut. But Carol didn't buy any of it, and kept bringing it up to Brian. He kept dismissing it out of hand, which drove his beautiful wife to frustration and their first major fight. She'd slammed the bedroom door on him, effectively dismissing him to the couch for the night. The next day, upon coming home from work, he brought in the old looking Ouija board with him.

"Yeah, well that thing doesn't look like it came from a toy store. Where in the hell did you get it?" Carol asked; she was right, the Ouija board certainly didn't look like it came from any mass produced line. The board itself looked like it was made out of actual wood, not cardboard, with the letters actually engraved on its surface. The planchette, likewise, was carved wood with a circle of glass instead of plastic at its tip.

"Oh, one of those kooky new age shops. Come on, babe. I had to smell all of that nasty incense and look through those crappy occult books to find this thing. You can at least humor me! I'm doing this for you, afterall." Brian said, pulling out a chair and sitting down in front of the board.

"Damnit, Brian. I didn't ask for you to do this. All I wanted was for you to take me seriously. You're messing with stuff that you don't understand."

"I am taking you seriously. That's why I got this. Are you going to come or not?" He replied, looking over to her, almost daring her to join him.

Carol's shoulders sagged and she shook her head as she walked over to the table. "I'm telling you, I don't like this. I have a bad feeling about it. Something is going to go wrong."

"Oh come on, what will go wrong? It's a damn toy. Do you think you're going to get possessed or something?" He teased.

"No! It's just... a feeling, that's all." She replied with a sigh.

Brian reached out and put his fingertips on the planchette, and cast a look over to his 23 year old wife as she hesitated. Resigned to this nonsense, she put her fingertips on it as well. The wood was finely polished, she noted, but oddly warm. 

"Oh great spirits of the house," Brian called out in an overly dramatic, and clearly mocking tone; that earned him a sharp glare from his wife, which he ignored, "I call out to you to make yourselves known! Is there anybody here tonight?"

The little piece slowly slid across the board, landing over the word Yes. Brian actually laughed, while Carol repressed a shiver.

"Are you the only one?" He asked, still clearly not taking this seriously. The piece slid across the board again, moving back to the Yes.

"Awesome. We have one ghost, Carol. Isn't that cool?" Brian asked with a smirk, looking to his wife.

"That's not funny, Brian. Quit it."

"Hey, I'm not moving it. It's totally the ghost. Ghost, what's your name?"

The planchette began to move again beneath their fingertips, trailing all along the board. S-I-N-D-A-R-A it slowly spelled out. Carol was fighting constant shivers as it happened, while Brian seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Sindara? Sounds hot. Are you a hot ghost, Sindara?" Brian asked, going along with it.

"Brian! This isn't funny! Stop it right now!" Carol protested, even while the piece moved beneath their fingers, sliding back to Yes.

"Hey, chill out babe! It's all just fun and games. It's just me and you and Sindara playing around right now." He replied, leaning back in his chair and taking his hands off of the piece; as soon as he pulled away, so did Carol. She just sat there, staring at the little planchette as if it were a dangerous animal.

"I'm being serious Brian. This is giving me the creeps. I don't want to play with this any more." Carol folded her arms over her chest.

"Don't be like that," Brian scolded. "If you quit on me, I'll just have to ask Sindara to keep playing so I don't get bored. Do you want to come play, Sindara?" He asked, laughing out loud.

"Brian!" Carol snapped, her eyes glued to him.

"Yessss, I would love to." Came a soft, feminine voice from behind his chair; it caught both Brian and Carol by surprise. Carol screeched and tipped her chair backward, causing her to fall out and onto the floor. Brian spun around in his seat, staring in shock at the source of the voice. Standing directly behind his chair was a tall, gorgeous nude woman who most certainly hadn't been there before. She stood easily six and a half feet tall with long, shapely legs coming up to her hourglass waist. Her pussy was clean shaven, without even a hint of stubble; the smell of her arousal was strong in the air. Her tits were Impossibly huge and perky, tipped with tiny erect little nipples; the breasts were so large that they made Carol's D cups look practically small in comparison. This tall, strange woman had long, jet black hair that fell to her shoulders and framed a perfectly pale face; eyes of pure black stared down at the couple, and a smirk rested on her lips, showing just a hint of fang behind. "But I'm not a ghost, pet. I'm a demon. It's easy to get us confused." Her voice was smooth and sweet, hiding the danger of the creature. She reached down and dragged a finger down Brian's slack lips, and down his chin.

Carol seemed to finally snap out of the shock which had gripped her, and a full throttled scream of terror escaped her lips; she began to scoot away, still too shocked to fully recover her functions enough to stand. She stared wide-eyed at the tall demon, brain not quite comprehending what her eyes were seeing. "BRIAN! I TOLD YOU! OH MY GOD!" Her words were nearly incoherent, as string after string of them flew past her lips. Sindara just stood, passively watching the little mortal scoot back in terror.

"Hush, little one. Your plane of existence is bad enough. The last thing that I need is your voice grating on my ear drums." Sindara said; though she spoke quietly, her voice seemed to cut through all of the sound well enough to be perfectly heard. It did, however, seem to do no good as Carol continued to scream. Sindara rolled her eyes, giving a look of annoyance. She lifted a hand and made a small gesture of wiggling her fingers in the direction of Carol. At first, it seemed as if nothing were happening. But then the screams began to take on a new tone, somewhat muted and moist. Carol lifted her hands to her face, as something started to feel off. Her voice was changing, growing quieter; her mouth seemed to be swelling shut, growing so tight that not even a sound could escape it. Within seconds, she was effectively muted. But she didn't quite understand the look of pure amusement from Sindara, and the one of horror from her husband. Her probing fingers felt that her lips seemed to have flattened out, but were slick with an abnormal amount of moisture. Panicking, Carol stood up and rushed into the hall bathroom. Had she the capability to scream, she would have when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Not only had Sindara silenced Carol, she had reshaped the woman's mouth. Carol's lips weren't there any longer, nor was her mouth in any sense that she could tell. In the space where her mouth had been was a moist pussy. A numb finger idly touched the new feature on her face, and she shuddered with pleasure as it slipped inside. The entire interior of her mouth had been reshaped as well; there were no longer teeth or a tongue, but the true tight, sensitive interior of a pussy. She slowly withdrew her finger, coated with the juices of her newest pussy. The light laughter of Sindara came from the dining room, and Carol just knew it was directed at her. Tears of silent frustration began to slip down her cheeks. She wasn't sure how long she spent standing there, staring in the mirror; minutes seemed like hours as she looked at the freakish thing that had become her face. After some time had passed, she felt compelled to return to the dining room; she didn't exactly want to go back, but she felt an uncontrollable urge to return overwhelm her until she walked back in. 

Sindara was sitting on the dining room table with her legs spread, one foot propped on a chair with the other pressed against the floor. Kneeling between her legs was Brian, nude and furiously stoking his nine inch cock while he licked her pussy. A flush of anger went through her body at the sight, but a second wave of curious arousal hit her; she wasn't sure why watching her husband devoting his tongue to this demon's cunt caused her pussy... pussies to moisten. Even more curiously was that she felt the arousal of the pussy on her face even stronger than her natural one, its moisture so intense that it was running down her chin like an obscene parody of drool.

Sindara seemed completely at ease, not giving any indication of being distracted with a man licking her. She raised hand and began to beckon Carol with a finger. "Undress and come here, pet." 

Carol remained glued to the spot. Sindara arched a brow at her defiance.

"Little one, remember what I can do to you for disobedience. I would think that your sloppy cuntface would serve as a humble reminder." 

A wave of humiliation ran through Carol's body, causing her cheeks to turn bright red. Shaking hands lifted to her shirt, unbuttoning the garment timidly and letting it slip to the floor. She next unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis, tugging them down and letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them and walked over toward Sindara and her kneeling husband; Carols stopped just at his side.

"Mm, pet, your disobedience is disappointing. I asked you to undress, didn't I?" Sindara asked. Out of instinct, Carol tried to answer but found she had no voice with her mouth having been transformed. Flustered, she instead gestured with her hand to the shirt and pants on the floor behind her. Sindara smiled a dangerous smile as she leveled her pitch black eyes on Carol.

"A good start, but you forgot something." Sindara replied. She lifted her foot from the floor, trailing her toes up Carol's inner leg until she reached the moist panties that covered her pussy. With a sudden realization, Carol understood that the demon had wanted her out of her bra and panties too; she quickly reached up to unsnap the clasp of her bra, but a gesture from Sindara stopped her. "No, no pet. It's too late for that now." The demon reached forward with her long hands and gently grabbed Carol's D cups, her fingers softly kneading through the bra. "It's a shame that you would want to cover these up. Most mortal women would be proud to flaunt these, if they had such large ones." Her fingers tugged the bra, and the garment simply ripped from her frame; Carol's large tits bounced free, hard nipples pointing out at Sindara. "And, oh my. No sag either?" The demon reached out and lightly gripped them again, bouncing them in her fingers. A wave of pleasure shot through Carol's body, causing her pussies to moisten further; a trail of her juices ran down her chin and dropped onto her exposed breasts, causing another moment of embarrassment. "Clearly you didn't appreciate these enough, keeping them hidden away like that."

Carol was confused by what this demon meant, but knowing nothing good would come of it. Sindara's fingers splayed across those two large globes, gripping her tits easily in her large hands. She began to squeeze them slowly, massaging them; waves of pleasure went through Carol, causing her knees to weaken and threaten to give out on her. It was Sindara's voice that brought her back from her pleasure-induced distraction.

"Look down, pet. Say goodbye to what you didn't appreciate."

That caused Carol's eyes to snap down. With each squeeze of Sindara's fingers, Carol's breasts grew slightly smaller. The demon was reshaping her body again, this time in a way that she could see. New tears stung her eyes, and her mind screamed for her to pull away; her body was rooted in place, immobile as the change resculpted her form. Carol had already lost one cup size, she could tell, and they were getting smaller. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body as her tits shrunk from D's to C's; the smaller they got, the easier she fit into Sindara's palms. It reached the point where the demon wasn't so much squeezing her breasts as she was placing her palms flat against Carol's chest and kneading. She couldn't see them, but she felt that her huge tits had shrunk down to tiny mounds of flesh that jiggled with each squeeze. Despite herself, Carol found herself arching her back to the attentive hands of the demon woman. Sindara grinned, flashing fang behind her lips, and lightly flicked Carol's sensitive nipples with her thumbs. After what seemed like an eternity of orgasms and horror, the demon pulled her hands back. Carol's unbelieving eyes stared down to her chest, where her huge perky tits had been just a moment before. She was completely flat chested, without even a hint of a bulge to suggest she had breasts of any kind; just tiny, hard nipples poked out into the cold air. Carol shivered, though she wasn't sure if it was from the orgasms or the shock.

"Isn't that better, pet?" Sindara asked, trailing her fingers down Carol's cheek; the tips of her fingers strayed over to Carol's transformed mouth, caressing her sensitive lips and causing further moisture to build within. Seeing how wet she was becoming caused Sindara to laugh, her abnormally large tits jiggling as she did. "I think you like my little change more than you want to admit. It's such a better use for the space than screeching at me. I'll have to think of a new use for you, though. I've turned your little husband into something a little more fit for worshipping my pussy. Isn't that right, cuntslave?" Sindara reached down with her other hand to touch Brian on the top of his head; he pulled his head back from the crotch of this demon, and turned to face his wife. Had she the capability, she would have gasped. Her husband no longer had visible eyes; it looked like the skin of his eyelids had melded together seamlessly, creating a smooth, sunken expanse of skin obscuring his vision. But that wasn't the most drastic change. Slowly retracting from inside of Sindara's tight, wet cunt was a freakishly long, thick tongue. It had to have been at least twelve inches when it finally withdrew from her, coated with her juices and lolling down the front of his chest.

While Carol stared down with wide eyes at the changes done to her husband, Sindara's fingers slipped easily inside of Carol's modified mouth; this made her eyes go even wider with the sudden shock and the unexpected pleasure feeling. "Isn't that nice, pet? I know it's a change, but I've really done something to make you feel better. It will make our playtime that much more... fun." Those two fingers began to slowly slide in and out of that newly formed pussy, coming out each time coated in her juices. Her rhythm was steadily increasing, fingerfucking Carol's face ever faster. She felt her orgasm building when Sindara suddenly pulled her fingers out of Carol's mouth with a wet noise; Carol actually leaned forward, trying to prevent it from happening. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment after she realized what she had done.

"Mm, pet. If you want to cum, you'll have to do it yourself." Sindara said, leaning back to watch Carol curiously. Carol realized what she was being asked to go; brought to the edge of orgasm, to that point of no return, Sindara was demanding her to demean herself by fingering her face herself. She timidly brought up her own hands, trailing over her now flat chest; one hand stayed, lightly pinching her nipples and making feeble attempts to squeeze the breasts that she no longer had. It was purely an instinct thing, as she had often toyed with her tits while masturbating. That was now a pleasure denied of her. Carol's other hand went further up, tentatively touching the slick lips on the front of her face; her eyes drifted closed at the pleasure. Without hesitation, she slipped two fingers into her own mouth and started slowly pumping them. It was a strange sensation, that of fingering her face. But it felt so... good, that she just couldn't help but growing more and more enthusiastic about it. Within a minute's time, she was quickly thrusting into herself, pinching her nipples and arching her back. She was so glad that she couldn't see what she looked like right now; Carol just knew she would all but die of embarrassment if she could.

She heard motion in front of her, and her eyes opened to see Brian standing in front of her with Sindara standing behind him, her hand having snaked around to pump his cock for him. The head of his member was aimed directly at her, and she knew that when he reached orgasm it would result with his cum splattering all over her. But so close to her own orgasm, she didn't seem to care. One last pinch of her nipples and a twist of the fingers in her mouth took her over the edge; a powerful orgasm wracked her body, causing her pussy to contract tightly around her fingers. She felt a rush of warm liquid flowing from between her legs, soaking through her panties and dribbling to the floor in a puddle. She'd squirted, Carol dully noted, and made a mess of herself in the process. Just as that thought crossed her mind, Sindara's pumping hand brought Brian to orgasm. He made a guttural moan, that huge tongue denying him anything other than basic animalistic sounds, as his cum began to fly. Since she had fallen to her knees, his semen landed on her face. Shot after shot splashed against her, covering her features and coating that obscene cunt on the front of her face. The hot, sticky fluid dipped down and streamed down her flat chest.




Paranormal Houseguest



Sindara stood back, clapping her hands lightly. "Oh how fun. I'm so glad that your husband invited me in. We're going to have such a good time playing. Don't either of you move, I'll be back in a while." And with that, the tall, nude demonic beauty strode from the room. Neither Carol or Brian were capable of moving from their spots. Brian's cock never softened, still jutting forward at her and oozing with the last remnants of his cum; Carol was left waiting, frozen in place and coated in sticky cum.



Paranormal Nookie



"Do you believe in ghosts?" asked the desk clerk as I checked into the Grand Hotel.

Pushing my thick eyeglasses back up nose, I looked up from the registration card I had been filling out and asked, "No, why?"

"Well, I'm afraid we're booked pretty solid because of our Adults Only Halloween Party in the Ballroom tonight. The only room I have left is Room 222 and we usually don't rent it. As you may have heard, it really is haunted. Maybe, you saw the story on Travel TV?" 

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't watch much television."

"Oh, I see," the desk clerk sounded disappointed, but explained, "Well a gangster from Chicago was staying in Room 222 where he was murdered in 1925 and his ghost still haunts the room. Over the years, many people have reported seeing his reflection in the mirror and some women claim they have actually felt him touching them."

"I'll trade you rooms if you like," offered a bald man at the counter, holding out his room's keycard. "I always wanted to see a ghost."

A condescending smile concealed my derision. With politeness I forcefully stated, "I don't believe that ghosts exist even if it is Halloween. I'm a scientist, a high school biology teacher, not some kind of superstitious hillbilly."

I snatched the keycard from the clerk. Grabbing the handle of my roll-on luggage, I stomped away from the counter. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, I took the stairs to the second story. 

The Grand Hotel in downtown Dubuque, Iowa was built in 1900 and had been modernized and updated over the years, yet it still retained its earlier elegance. The doors were upgraded, being both fireproof and more secure. Finding Room 222, I slid the keycard into the lock and released the latch. The door squeaked eerily as I pushed it open. A chill coursed through me and I grimaced.

Slinging my bag on the luggage rack, I quickly opened it and fished out my make-up bag. Not that I wore a lot of make-up, just lipstick really. Retrieving my hair brush, I hurriedly ran it through my dark hair. I felt a sudden chill like a person's breath on my neck. Only it wasn't warm. It was cold, like artic cold. Goose-bumps arose on my flesh. I shivered. Something blurred in the mirror behind me and spun around. Of course nothing was there. I chided my reflection, "Silly girl, you don't believe in ghosts. So don't let your imagination get the best of you."

I tossed the brush on the bathroom counter and turned off the light. Outside the window a storm had enshrouded Dubuque. Thunder boomed and lightening crashed. Rain pelted the windows. Fetching my E-tablet, I headed downstairs to the hotel's restaurant. 

I found a table and ordered the catfish supper. Sipping ice tea, I scrolled through my email on my E-tablet and pulled up the itinerary for tomorrow's symposium at the Mississippi River Aquarium. It was my reason for coming to Dubuque. A salad arrived and while I munched on it, I reviewed the topics that were to be covered on the wetlands ecosystem. 

"Mind if I join you?" asked the bald man who I had encountered earlier at the front desk.

Frowning at the interruption, I growled, "Yes."

"Ah, sorry," apologized the man. His face went slack and his shoulders drooped, but he continued, "I just hate to eat alone. Sorry to disturb you."

The man's pitiful expression compelled me to change my mind and I relented, "Please, have a seat, um, Mister..."

"Edwards, Henry Edwards," he replied holding out his hand with a cheerful smile.

Shaking his hand, I introduced myself, "Monica Combs."

A waitress brought my salad and Henry ordered his supper. While I ate my salad, he explained that he too was a science teacher and was in Dubuque for the wetlands conference as well. He mentioned he was looking forward to the hands-on clinic being offered because that was the way kids liked to learn. He said, "Someone once said, if a child can't learn the way we teach, maybe we should teach the way they learn. And, that's why I came to this conference."

I agreed and expounded on what I expected to learn from tomorrow's symposium. After a bit of chit-chat about our respective schools and science departments, Henry asked me about my personal life. I revealed that I had never married, having given up on men after a somewhat traumatic incident in college. Sensing my distress, he let the matter drop. 

But, my mind whirled back to events that happened fifteen years ago. With a noticeable overbite and a lazy eye that forced me to wear thick eyeglasses, I wasn't asked out often. So when I was invited to a fraternity party by a good-looking guy from my microbiology class, I enthusiastically accepted.

After a couple of Harvey Wallbangers, he had me alone in his room. He kissed me hungrily and I returned it with my own primal urgency. His tongue penetrated my mouth and I received it with a whimper. The kiss grew more passionate, sending spirals of ecstasy through my body.

I was shocked at my own eager response. My heartbeat hammered with excitement and my pussy gushed with expectation. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I surrendered to his lust and my own yearning. I had never felt so sexually desired. While my full round boobs smashed against his chest, he firmly squeezed my buttocks with his hands. I was so weak with wantonness when he finally broke the kiss that my knees buckled.

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he boldly peeled off his shirt, revealing his athletic build and a thatch of hair in the middle of his chest. He groped my lust swollen breasts securely encased in my brassiere and grinned at me when I didn't resist his advances. It didn't take a Biology Major to understand he was initiating sex. 

While I hadn't had many boyfriends, I wasn't a virgin. Brazenly, I peeled off my top too. My sudden boldness surprised him. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. I watched as he surveyed my bare breasts.

He cupped one and squeezed it. Zealously, he pinched and tugged my pink nipples until I squealed with delight. It was exquisite ecstasy when he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

"Feels good," I moaned, running my fingers through his hair. 

He spit out my nipple and with a wicked grin, admitted, "You got a great set of tits, Monica."

Unexpectedly, he spun me around and I fell onto his bed. Laughing, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. He flipped my skirt over my bare back then slid his finger along my panty covered slit. Huskily he said, "You're panties are soaked. You do want fucked, don't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. Perversely, his crude talk aroused me. My pussy grew even wetter with my admission. Panting, I looked over my shoulder and saw him lick his lips.

His eyes followed the contours of my panty-clad ass. Tenderly, he patted my bottom then wadded my panties in his hand, the material stretched tight against my skin. Knowing what was coming, I gripped the bedspread. With a snarl, he ripped my panties off me with a violent jerk. The sound of tearing fabric filled the bedroom. Ruthlessly, he slapped my bare ass.

"Ouch," I yelped. I could feel the warmth of a welt rising on the flesh of my butt.

He snarled, "I'm so going fuck you." 

I bit my lip as the blunt head of his cock slipped past my puffy pussy lips and into the depths of my cunt. Unaccustomed to his girth, I groaned as his cock stretched my snatch. I gasped, "Ouch."

Gripping my hips firmly, he fiercely slid me back and forth along the length of his cock. It was as if he were using my pussy to masturbate himself. His passion rose with the increasing friction of my wet pussy on his hard cock. He only cared for his own pleasure and pounded my pussy with brutal abandon.

"Oh, oh, oh," I blubbered. My inarticulate cries mixed with the wet flesh on flesh smacks of our bodies joined with the headboard thumping against the wall and the creaking bedsprings to create an obscene crescendo that drowned out the background music of the party downstairs. 

He was approaching orgasm and his thrusts grew more urgent. His cock thickened within me. Before he could cum, he pulled his cock completely out of me. Furiously, he stroked himself until cum blasted from his cock covering my ass with his goo. He howled, "Ahh-wooo!"

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom burst open and several of his fraternity buddies rushed in barking. They had been just outside the door the whole time, listening to our copulation. Horrified, I jumped off the bed. After retrieving my clothes from the floor, I made good my escape. 

The frat party had been a dog-fight. The frat boys competed for prizes by bringing the ugliest date, unbeknownst to the girls of course. It turned out that my date had won the contest because he actually fucked the ugly girl he brought, me. I never got over the humiliation nor had I been with a man sense.

"You okay?" asked Henry with a concerned expression.

Revived from my painful reverie I lifted my eyeglasses and dabbed a tear before it could roll down my check. Composing myself, I said, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Better eat your fish before it gets cold," he suggested. His expression showed genuine concern.

I smiled at him and dug into my supper with gusto. While we ate, I noticed his wedding ring and asked, "Why didn't you bring your wife on this little junket?"

"Oh, I would if I could," he replied with far-away- look in his eyes. His voice rasped with emotion as he added, "She died in a car wreck last year."

"I'm sorry," I offered.

"Me, too, I loved her very much," he faltered. Taking a sip of water, he cleared his throat and continued, "The day she was killed, we had an argument. I said some hurtful things that I regret."

"How awful."

"I felt so bad. I desperately wanted to apologize to her, so I began to investigate the paranormal. In hopes I might somehow be able to contact her and apologize."

Surprised, I exclaimed, "The paranormal? I thought you were a man of science."

"I am a man of science," he stated defensively. Pointing his fork at me, he added, "But, there are things in this world that can't be explained by science."

"Like ghosts?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, like ghosts. Science just gives us the what. According to science we live then we die. Science doesn't give us the why."

"The why?"

Henry blew a long sigh then continued, "Yeah, the why. For example, in the 1968 Olympic marathon, a runner fell halfway through the race and dislocated his knee. He was injured. He could've and should've quit the race. But, he didn't. Instead, he limped through the pain and crossed the finish line hours after everyone else had finished. When the press asked him why he continued the race. The runner said, 'My country didn't send me to the Olympics to start the race they sent me to finish the race.' That's spirit and that's something science can't explain."

"I see your point," I conceded, nodding. I asked, "So you think the paranormal explains the mysteries of the human spirit?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Henry admitted, "Some, but not all. The paranormal raises more questions than it answers, I'm afraid."

"Uh-huh," I smirked, raising my cup of coffee to my lips to hide it.

"I have learned is that spirits who have unfinished business in this realm will refuse to cross over until that business is completed."

"Fascinating."

The waitress interrupted our conversion to take our dirty plates. Henry ordered each of us a piece of pumpkin pie topped with ice cream and decaf coffee.

"So ghosts have unfinished business?" I asked with peeked curiosity.

With his mouth full, Henry nodded. After swallowing, he said, "So it seems. I did do a little research on the ghost in your room."

"So you believe my room really is haunted?" I chuckled, unready to accept his theory.

"Most likely." Henry pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and shared its contents. "Red Duffy was a 35-year old gangster from Chicago. In September of 1925, Al Capone sent him here to run bootleg liquor into Dubuque's immigrant neighborhoods. On the night of Sept. 14th a known member of the Bugs Moran's gang gunned Red down while he was in Room 222 with a prostitute. His murderer was never caught."

"Oh, my," I said, lifting my hand to my mouth. "Was the prostitute killed too?"

"No, but there's more," said Henry reading his notes. "Room 222 remained unoccupied for five years after the murder. Then it was completely remodeled and once again rented. Since then, there have been numerous sightings of a redheaded man in the room's mirrors, yet no one was physically present. Female occupants of the room have reported being fondled even though they are alone in the room. Maids routinely refuse to go into the room."

"So you really believe that Red Duffy is haunting my room?"

"Why not?" Henry shrugged. "He was murdered and his murderer went unpunished. That sounds like unfinished business to me."

"But why, haunt the room? A gangster would know his assailant would flee the area."

"Good point. Perhaps he had some other type of unfinished business that ties him to that room. I don't know, but Red's ghost doesn't seem to bother men. How about you swap rooms with me?"

Frowning, I asked, "Why?"

"So I can satisfy my curiosity about the paranormal. Many cultures hold that Halloween night is when the distance between the realms is at its minimum."

I crossed my arms and shook my head. "No, I don't think so. I don't believe in ghosts. I've settled-in and I have no intention of sanctioning your unscientific notions about the paranormal."

"Suit yourself," Henry said with a shrug.

Picking up my check he added, "Let me get this. I enjoyed our conversation. I'm in room 419, if you change your mind."

I thanked Henry for supper and his concern. Then I said good night to him in the lobby as he headed for the elevator. I took the stairs to the second floor, to Room 222, my room.

Once I was back in my room, I stripped. The bathroom had an old fashion claw-foot bathtub and I intended to take full advantage. I started the water and added bubble bath provided by the hotel. Sighing, I slid beneath the warm water. It felt good on my body and it relaxed me. To reorient my mind from paranormal speculation to scientific fact, I turned on my E-tablet. I was careful to keep it dry as I flipped to a previously downloaded article on wetland habitat. 

I read until the water grew cool then I drained the tub. Putting my E-tablet aside and out of harm's way, I got out of the tub and dried off. Wrapping the towel around my body, I retrieved my toothbrush from my makeup case. Brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror and saw a redheaded man standing behind me. I screamed, spraying the mirror with toothpaste and salvia.

Turning around, I found no one behind me. I clutched my towel to my breasts and turned back to the mirror. Once again the image of a redheaded man was reflected in the mirror. I whirled around to find myself the only occupant of the bathroom. Ceding to paranormal rationalization, I squeaked, "Are you Red Duffy?"

The apparition in the mirror nodded.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

A half-grin split the dapper face of the redhead as he shook his head.

"Thank goodness," I sighed. Looking into the specter's glowing green eyes, I asked, "What do you want?"

Red's nude body came into focus in the mirror. He glanced down between his legs.

I followed his gaze and found he was sporting a huge erection. Surprised, I gasped. Catching Red's scowl in the mirror, I quickly composed myself. Thinking out-loud, I said, "You were killed in the middle of sex...oh my. Were you killed before your orgasm?"

Frowning, he nodded.

"Is that your unfinished business?" I asked.

He nodded.

"You want to have sex with me?"

Grinning, Red nodded emphatically.

"Is that even possible?" I asked incredulously.

Looking in the mirror, I watched as a broad smile broke across Red's face. He stepped closer, directly behind me. Reaching around me, he slipped his hands beneath the towel and cupped both my breasts. The feeling was so intense that my nipples hardened instantly. A weird tingle raced through my body. A cool breath whispered eerily in my ear, "I want you."

My heart skipped a beat. I let the towel fall from my body, surrendering it to the specter. I moaned as my nipples suddenly detonated with sensation, he was pinching them. The feeling was extremely pleasing. I looked down for the hands that were pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts, but there were none. That's not precise. There was something there. I felt it. I just couldn't see it. When I looked in the mirror Red was visible, but when I turned he was invisible. The ramifications boggled my mind.

Suddenly, Red pressed his body against mine. His very thick and very hard cock wedged in the crack of my bare butt. He traced his ethereal hand down my torso, leaving goose-bumps in its wake. His hand passed my tummy, which quivered with excitement, and rested between my legs. As I watched in the mirror, he sank his middle finger into the depths of my simmering snatch. It was cold, like a popsicle and I shivered. He pushed his palm against my clit and I gasped. An unearthly whisper sounded in my ear, "You're so wet."

I turned to reply, but Red met me with a turbulent kiss. Its passion communicated all of his sexual yearning, his need for release. Suddenly, I was totally lost in the intensity of the kiss and bonded to the ghost in that moment. 

Red sawed his imperceptible finger in and out of my pussy with unbridled enthusiasm. He drove me to the brink of insanity by pressing his thumb all around my clit without touching it. Looking in the mirror with glazed eyes, I saw Red grinning ghoulishly back at me. He was enjoying himself. As the pleasurable pressure built, I squirmed on his hand and my groans grew into a growl. The haunted breath whispered, "Would you like to cum?"

Wild-eyed and huffing, I nodded at Red's reflection. My body went rigid as he pushed his thumb directly against my overstimulated clit. I gritted my teeth as my body shook. My pussy contracted around his intangible digit. I howled in orgasmic release. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my climax, I grew weak-kneed and clutched the counter to keep from falling. It was sheer bliss. I had never been so gratified.

I looked at Red's reflection. Delight danced in his green eyes, he seemed genuinely pleased that he had given me so much satisfaction. Tears of joy streamed down my face. It was the first time in my life a man had cared about my pleasure and he wasn't even real. Check that, he was real enough, he just wasn't alive. Quivering, I said, "I need to lie down before I fall down."

The rainstorm was still creating havoc outside the hotel window. Lightning flashed across the night sky filling the room with spectral illumination. The agitated atmosphere was so full of static that it hummed and the short curly hairs between my thighs straightened. My legs trembled with weakness as I stumbled towards the bed. I felt Red's spirit floating next to me, supporting me. Reaching the bed, I collapsed on it and rolled on my back. I lay still, wondering what would happen next.

Genuine curiosity tinged my voice as I asked, "What now?"

Red's presence joined me on the bed, even though I couldn't see him. He hovered over me and feverishly kissed me. He forced my lips to part and as he thrust his unseen tongue into my mouth, I submitted to the forceful domination of his lips.

Thunder rattled the window drawing my attention to it. Something transcendental was afoot. Lightning flashed repeatedly like a strobe light for several minutes. Unexpectedly, a luminous spherical object the size of a basketball entered the window and proceeded to the middle of the room. It exploded with a violent boom and scattered into a hundred pieces of light bathing the whole room in a blue glow. The temperature in the room rose and the odor of sulfur filled the air. 




Paranormal Nookie



Feeling Red's weight shift above me, I returned my focus to him. My eyes bulged in surprise. My mouth fell open in shock. I was struck with wonder, joy and fear. My voice trembled, "I can't believe it." 

The extraordinary nebulous created by the corposant blue glow had restored flesh to Red Duffy's spirit. Reaching for his debonair face, I touched it. His skin was supple, but cold. It's been said that the eyes are the window of the soul. Red's sea-green eyes revealed a gale tossed soul and I feared drowning in those turbulent pools. 

My breasts warmed with his touch and my nipples were rigid with lust. I took a deep breath as he cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it gently. It was exquisite ecstasy when he sucked its nipple into his mouth. Running my fingers through his flaming red hair, I encouraged him to suckle. I moaned, "That feels good, Lover." 

Red's haunted face arose from my breasts and his fiery eyes locked with mine. When he spoke his voice was human and tender, "You're so beautiful."

Leaving my heaving breasts, Red trailed his tongue down my trembling torso. He flicked his tongue into my navel which made me giggle. Grinning up at me, he spread my legs wide. With a look of adoration, he kissed my thigh as he crawled between my legs. He brushed his lips lightly over my pussy then teased it by blowing his cool breath across my slit. Straining, I bucked my hips upward. Finally, he put his lips right on top of my labia and sucked them gently. He used his tongue to broach my pussy and tentatively fucked me with gentle stabs. It felt heavenly and tormented the hell out of me. Stiffening, my clit peeked from its sheath seeking some attention. He brought his tongue to the top of my slit and used it like a probe. Locating my pleasure pearl, he licked it hard then sucked on it forcefully.

"Oh, that's it," I muttered, thrashing my legs against his head as I writhed about the bed.

Leaving my clit, he trailed his tongue down my taint to tantalize my anus with quick feather-like darts of his tongue.

"Feels...feels...so...so good," I stuttered.

Sensing that I was close to climax, Red removed his fingers from my snatch. I groaned my dissent. Chuckling contrarily, he shoved them up my soggy butthole, while gently biting my clit. White light exploded before my eyes as pleasurable shockwave after pleasurable shockwave tore through my body. I arched my back and screamed in blessed orgasmic release.

Once I calmed from my orgasm, I opened my eyes and in the transcendental blue glow I watched my phantom lover. The muscles of Red's body rippled as he moved back up the bed. His hard cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast looking to feast. He was ready to satiate his carnal appetite with my body.

Boldly, I clutched Red's mammoth cock. Lifting my knees to my breasts, I spread my legs as wide as possible. Wantonly, I guided him into the wet entrance of my womanhood. My thighs trembled as I felt his weight press against me. I winched as the bulbous head of his cock enter me. I gulped air as the rest of his massive shaft followed, he was so thick and incredibly hard that my tight little pussy could not take him easily. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me as he gently worked his immense cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. My ghostly lover's cock supernaturally stretched my snatch and I groaned with a gratification.

Red moaned his pleasure as the moist heat of my cunt enveloped his very large, but very cold cock. He paused, allowing me to adjust to his tremendous girth and a wave of serenity flooded my being. He looked deep into my eyes and I felt overwhelmed by the moment. It was more than physical pleasure passing between us. Somehow, we had connected to each other on a higher level. We had become a part of one another, body and soul. I had never before experienced such intimacy with another being.

My pussy had never been so full. For the first time in my life, my G-spot felt the compassionate caress of a hard cock. With a sudden shift of his weight, Red simultaneously put pressure on my supersensitive clit. I arched my back as my pussy convulsed in blessed orgasm. I wailed, "Ooooooh!"

Red's voice was heavy with emotion as he whispered, "Your pussy feel so good."

"Fuck me, Lover. Fuck me," I demanded after my climax was complete. I was surprised by my bawdy language. Language I usually found objectionable, but now it seemed pleasingly sensual. 

Red shook his head. He had waited 89 years for sex and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Ever-so-slowly, he withdrew his cock back up the velveteen length of my pussy. The wet walls of my cunt clutched at his cock, resisting its departure. When his cockhead reached the entrance of my cunt, he just as slowly slid it back inside me, inch by glorious inch, until he had once again buried his cock inside my pussy balls deep. It felt so good I feared I might pass out. 

To further enhance my pleasure, Red just used the bulbous head of his mammoth cock to deliver tiny tantalizing thrusts into my cunt. When he was convinced by my begging that I couldn't take his teasing any more, he changed his technique. He sent his substantial cock deep into the recesses of my pussy with long slow strokes again. It was delightful torture and my moans of delight morphed into groans of gratification before evolving into ecstatic growls.

Together we found a tempo that bound our bodies together in mutual pleasure. Our bodies acted and reacted in flawless harmony to each other. Each of us experienced sexual sensations of otherworldly delight. A salacious symphony was created by the wet flesh on flesh smacks of our copulating bodies as I bucked my hips upward to meet his downward lunges.

Red could no longer contain his yearning. His eyes glowed with an unearthly lust as he peered deep into mine, searching for my soul. He bit his lip as if resisting the urge to cum. Then he pushed straight up on his arms seeking a better position. Finding it, he drove his cock in and out of me with wicked abandon. His every transcendental thrust into my cunt sent an electrical charge of pleasure surging throughout my body. 

"Ah, ah," I crooned with each forceful stab. My whimpers of pleasure only further ignited his desire and he quickened his pace.

Red was approaching orgasm and I could feel his mammoth manhood thicken within me. With a final thrust, he sank his cock completely into my pussy. He shot streams of cum inside me like a fire hose, my cunt couldn't contain it all and it streamed down the crack of my ass. His whole body trembled as he pumped jet after jet of cum into my pussy. Just when I thought he had finished, his testicles would contract again and he would blast another batch of cum far inside me. His green eyes rolled over white and ghoulishly he groaned his gratification, "Aw yeah." 

Feeling Red's cum spewing into my cunt sent an erotic exhilaration zooming to my core. A burst of orgasmic euphoria exploded within me. My entire pelvic region contracted in on itself. Ejaculate erupted from my cunt like a geyser. I screamed like a banshee. Suddenly, a bright white light flashed before my eyes, I saw Red's body turn to vapor and disappear like a morning mist. My whole body felt scorched from the climatic flash-burn. I collapsed unconscious. 

The next morning I awoke unsure about what exactly had transpired. My pussy was sore, but sated. I was more rested than any time in my life. I had slept the deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satiation. Rising from the bed, I looked into the dresser mirror expecting to see Red's image, but he wasn't there. Bandy-legged, I walked to the bathroom.

I didn't see Red's ghost in the bathroom mirror as I got ready for the day. I didn't feel his presence at all, in either room. I was glad Red had passed to the other side. Slyly, I smiled at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I rubbed my lower tummy, sore from the supernatural orgasms, with a hint of sadness. I wondered if I would ever again have a sexual experience that intense. I said, "Thanks Red, for the best sex I ever had."

Downstairs in the hotel's restaurant, I found Henry eating. After making my way through the breakfast buffet line, I joined him at his table.

He had a curious expression and asked, "You forget your glasses?" 

"I guess. I don't seem to need them. I can see perfectly," I said touching my face. Running my tongue over my teeth, I noted that my overbite had been aligned. Somehow in the exchange of our sexual energy, I had given Red what he needed to leave this realm and he had given me a sexual healing of sorts, improving my physical shortcomings. My face split into a satisfied smile.

"So what happened?" asked Henry. "Did Red's ghost show up?"

I nodded and giggled, "Have I got ghost story for you."



Paranormal Orgy



Tina felt a shiver run up her spine as her gray eyes connected with a set of brown. The man before her was every woman's wet dream, at least women like her. He was five feet ten inches with black hair that brushed his shoulder and his eyes reminded her of warm melted chocolate. She watched him crook a finger at her and couldn't stop herself from waking to him. She needed to fuck him, need him to fuck her until she couldn't remember her own name, and from the smile on his mouth she knew he would. Hell, even the fangs didn't bother her. She had come to the Paranormal Sex Club for a reason and she knew that this man would give it all to her.

Once she reached him she started to speak, but was cut off when his lips found hers, sending the breath from her lungs. She reached up and gripped his shoulders as his tongue thrust past her teeth making her moan in pleasure. She tugged on his hair as heat swirled through her body and centered in her pussy. She wanted him to touch her there, needed the contact and to feel his hard cock deep inside of her throbbing core. Tina hitched one leg around his waist and grinded herself against him in time with the music, begging silently for him to take her here and now.

He didn't waste any time, shoving her back on the table and pulling up her skirt, baring her flesh to him. He smiled when he saw that she hadn't wore any underwear and immediately lowered his head, running his tongue over her clit. Tina arched her back and gasped as she felt him flick his tongue over her quickly, then sucking on it as he thrust two fingers inside her sultry heat.

"Yes...Just like that...Ahhhh...lick it harder."

Tina was close to her peak and started pulling on his hair, dragging him closer as he thrust a third finger into hard, ramming them in and out furiously. His tongue was moving hard and fast over her throbbing clit as he beat his fingers mercilessly into her dripping cunt. She felt herself get ready to cum, the tension inside her spiraling higher and higher. She came screaming loudly, her voice lost in the load pulsing of the music.

He raised his head from between her legs, his eyes flashing with lust. Grabbing her head he pulled her off that table and forced her to her knees. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his seven inch cock, having only a moment to look at it before he shoved it down her throat. She gagged but tried to take it all down her throat and breath in between his fast strokes. She heard him panting above her and tightened her mouth, causing him to jerk hard on her head. She ran her tongue along the vein on the underside of his penis and the next thing she knew he had her bent over the table

He shoved into her hard, slamming into her with enough force that it actually hurt. She tried to tell him, but he held her head against the table and waved for someone else to come over. Another man came up, shoving his cock into her mouth, gagging her. She felt him pull almost all the way out of her pussy before slamming in again, making her hips grind into the table. She as lifted off her feet several times as his strokes, forcing her to choke on the cock that was in her mouth. She tried to move once but the stinging slap on her ass made tears come to her eyes. 

Her pussy felt hot as he kept ramming her harder and harder, the feel of his cock making her moan and gasp around the penis in her mouth. She came again her body jerking against the table. She felt the man in her mouth cum and she swallowed the semen that was in her mouth. She was flipped over quickly and tossed onto a naked man's lap who bit her neck and she arched against him moaning. A woman now knelt between her legs, licking her pussy lips and tongue fucking her while a men fucked her ass. She gasped and stared down at the woman who was humming in pleasure as the man fucked her ass hard and shuddered at the vibrations from the woman's tongue. The man's lap she was sitting on pinched her nipples and shoved his cock in her ass making her scream in pain and pleasure mixed. The woman moved from between Tina's legs and the brown eyes man took her place shoving himself into her dripping hole. She gasped as the men traded thrusts and cried out as her pleasure spiraled up. Someone was sucking her left nipple another right, and someone was shoving their cock into her hand. Tina cried out as she came again and again, the thrusts becoming harder and more rough. Soon she was begging for them to stop but the didn't and she came a final time before blackness took her vision, following her the sounds of many people reaching their peak.

The next morning Tina awoke in her bed, thinking it was all a dream until she went into the living room and saw her six sex partners sleeping on the floor. Smiling to herself as she felt her sore pussy throb, she went to wake them up.