0 comments/ 4019 views/ 0 favorites Bite By: dudewithapen2 It pains me as a writer to say that I don't remember the exact detailed day that this event took place. It was sometime after I had asked and been taught on the sensual science of erotic zones. A great many people have looked into the nerves that lie just below the skin to send messages both to the brain and to other zones. From the great Wikipedia, I pulled the definition of "erogenous zones", which is as follows: An erogenous zone (from Greek ἔρως eros "love" and English -genous "producing" from Greek -γενής -genes "born") is an area of the human body that has heightened sensitivity, the stimulation of which may result in the production of sexual fantasies, sexual arousal and orgasm. People have erogenous zones all over their bodies, but which areas are more sensitive than others vary. Some may resent stimulation that others find arousing. The stimulation of these areas can produce gentle, mild or intense arousal. The erogenous zones may be classified by the type of sexual excitement that they provoke. Many are gently aroused when their eyelids, eyebrows, temples, shoulders, hands, arms and hair are subtly touched. Gently touching or stroking of these zones stimulates a partner during foreplay and increases the arousal level. Also, the gentle massage or stroke of the abdominal area along with kissing or simply touching the navel can be a type of stimulation. From that description, comes this story. It is nonfiction, and I will do my best to recreate the story as best as I can. It was either June or July. For privacy purposes, I will not say what year, but I was deeply in a relationship with an erotic nympho. She had just taught me the science of erogenous zones. "That may come back to bite you one day," I said with a smile as I looked at her sprawled on the bed next to me. She looked so comfy and edible at the same time in her horizontal striped shirt and jeans. "Bite?" Her black eyebrow arched, her eyes twinkled, and a look of anticipation caused her lips to part. She flicked her tongue at me, knowing full well that it is a weakness of mine. "Yes, bite," I answered with a smug look. I looked over her curves again. Laying my right hand out flat on her left hip, I slowly traced my index finger in a circle. "You have taught me about the zones on the skin. One of these days, I will apply it to what I know and you will know what it means when I say, "Bite". She raised up on one elbow and cocked her head to the side and a true thoughtful expression took over the anticipation. Brown eyes, dark red lips. She is a beauty, both now and when the story took place. Her 'fro made for careful brushing whenever the humidity rose past 70%. Right now though, it was in a headband and out the top, making her afro look like a mushroom cloud. "Are you going to show me right now what you mean by "bite"? Her inquisitive eyes sought mine. I gave away no clues..or at least, I hoped not to. "No, because that would kill the whole thing of anticipation. I will tell you that if my plan works, you won't want to avoid being bitten." I measured out my words, saying each one with distinction as though I were a human-sounding robot. She moaned in aggravation, but I could see she wasn't against the idea either. It was three weeks later that the actual event took place. It was a party. I was told I would probably not know anybody. Since I was the only individual in the house with a car (a 2002 Buick LeSabre), I was voted free taxi. Well, not entirely *free* taxi. At least one of the adult female occupants would have to service the driver afterwards. It didn't matter that I had no desire to go. In fact, Gi Gi put it like this: "Either you drive us or the next month food stamps, you don't get the opportunity to get the Mountain Dew you so crave." Threaten a lover with caffeine and you can usually win. I wasn't quite sure then and still am not sure how they managed it. 4 adults and 4 children crammed into the LeSabre without anybody complaining of crowding. And none of the children were in the front seat. Not to say that there weren't a few spats where the boys complained of sitting too close to the girl or vice versa. 1 girl, 3 boys. Me the only adult male, my girlfriend, her mother and sister. Halfway through, maybe 1 1/2 hours into the party, I started feeling queasy. Possibly due to the fact that it was black mals, cigarettes, and marijuana smoke all mixed into one basement and me trying to stay smoke free with Kool-aid. I found my way to my girl and told her I needed a walk and could she please come with me because it wasn't my neighborhood. She looked in my eyes for a sign that I was just playing her. I don't know what convinced her, but she led me up the steps and out the front door. Her twins were playing with the rest of the kids, so for the moment we were alone. On the walk away from the house, she was talking about how so many of her family was in that house. Some she hadn't seen in almost a year and the party was more or less a reunion of a lot of people she missed a lot. I was just quiet, listening to her. She finally paused in her talking and asked the magic question. "What's on your mind?" "Well, two things," I answered while looking away from her at an empty tennis /basketball court. The ragged net of both the tennis court and the chain-less hoop of the basketball hoop spoke of either hard use or hard neglect. Turning my head back in her direction and admiring how her dark eyes glowed under the streetlights, I continued. "It's the talk of your family. It kinda makes me miss my own. I can't bear thinking about me and my dad because of the words he spoke about your twins." I paused as her arm involuntarily flinched and was infestimally tighter before the moment passed. See, I'm white and she is black. And my father was (at the time) very racist. An offhand comment had divided us. "The other thing is actually more pleasant," I said quickly, not wanting to dwell on unpleasant memories. Her gaze, which was quite dark in memories, brightened as her own moment faded. Since her eyes were asking, I answered. "Remember when you taught me about widening erogenous zones?" She nodded with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I'm in the mood to show you exactly what I mean." "Here?" she asked with a catch in her voice. "No. That would be too easy. See, I know I'm your man. That alone has a confidence in me that lets me know no other guy can take you. But, to your family, I'm just some white guy. I'm about to let them see a part of me that even you have not yet seen. It has to do with word association, word triggers, and the widening of erogenous zones without you or I being naked. In fact, it would be the absolute best if you were heavily dressed." I paused for effect. We were still walking, but I could barely hear her breathing. "So, what are you going to do?" Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. I was enjoying every moment of it. "I'm going to bite you," I replied with a grin. "I'm going to so infect you with a desire to fuck me that you're going to hate the fact that you're at a party with family. I know that when we're in the apartment and you're horny, you pull me into the bedroom and it's on. But, I checked the odometer. We are more than 10 miles from the apartment. 10 miles is a long walk in the dark. Your endurance is the very measurement to how much of a bite you can take." We were at the sidewalk of the house. The sounds of the party spilled out through the open windows. However, my words had her attention. She looked longingly at the car. I noticed where she was looking. With both hands, I drew her face into my hands and slowly and gently kissed her on the lips. I felt her giving in to the kiss. Slowly pulling my head back, I paused and then asked, "Remember the time when you jumped me at college? This is going to be incredibly larger than that." Her eyes widened in comprehension. I took hold of her shoulders and turned her to walk in front of me. She opened the door and as I closed the door behind me, I whispered, "Bite." A cousin saw her standing there and momentarily distracted her with conversation. The way I was regarded, I knew I was just the white guy in the party. I walked downstairs and saw the son of my girl. An idea came to my mind and I went to him and told him what I wanted him to do. His eyes brightened when he saw me and when I promised him a piece of candy for my little favor, he was quick to bound up the stairs. I followed him from a distance, the candy in my pocket. I thought perhaps the little boy would just run up to his momma and say the word to her in her ear. Instead, he stood in the doorway between her and I. "Momma! Momma!" A bit louder. "MOMMA!" Her head turned. The boy turned and pointed at me and with the entire room hearing, he proclaimed, "Norm says bite." I gave him a thumbs up and pulled out the bite sized Snickers candy from my pocket. He opened it and popped the candy into his mouth before running off and joining the rest of the kids. Her face was red, eyes regarding me coolly as her face was hot with embarrassment. I walked across the room with a small smile. Walking up behind her, I put my mouth to her ear. "I'm sorry. He was supposed to say it to just you, not the entire room. But, I'll make it work." As her head turned to look at me, I took another bite sized candy and slowly pushed it into her mouth. "Let's pretend that my index finger is a dildo," I continued. I was standing behind her and talking only loud enough for her to hear. On the word "dildo", my right index finger tapped her on the tailbone. She jumped! I slowly tapped my way up her spine. Up her back and up to the base of her ear. "I'm going to add another," I said a bit louder so that her cousins across the room could hear. Another tap to her tailbone. This time, she jumped and squeaked. "What you doin to my baby over there, dude?" I looked to the girl standing several feet away from us. I had a guarded but friendly smile on my face as I replied, "I'm talking to your baby with my fingers." She was curious as she walked over across the room to us and stood next to her cousin. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that my index fingers were slowly rubbing in circles underneath the shoulder blades. "How're you talking to her?" The cousin was a bit brash in her tone of voice, but with a larger edge of curiosity. "Word association," I replied with my hands pressing with more intensity into my girl's back. She moaned audibly. "You're not hurting her, are you?" To this day, I don't remember the cousin's name but I could hear the brash turning into protective tone. "No, I ain't the guy that does that sort of thing," I answered while looking her in the eye. I smiled slightly and continued. "I am the sort of guy that uses a word and associates it with a particular touch. See, these fingers," I paused as I held my index fingers up, "are nothing but fingers. But your baby here is pretending they are not fingers." "So, if they ain't fingers, what are they?" The cousin was now thoroughly curious. "Weellll, I won't say exactly what she is pretending they are, but I'll call them both "Mr. D." They're both attached to me, and I'm just one guy. So, my fingers are Mr. D." A look of confusion and I decided to push the envelope farther. "I won't tell you, but I'll show you with sound." Stepping back behind my girl, I looked the cousin in the eye and quietly started with, "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." With the sound, the cousin burst out laughing. My girl moaned louder. Mr. D circled around and danced on top of her hip bone on the front, skirted up her rib cage, the two fingers meeting in the center of her chest, but not touching her boobs. More "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz", more laughing, and this time the titter of laughter was in the entire room. I was making a buzzing noise, my girl was squirming and moaning, and her cousins were enviously giggling at her. Another cousin walked over and said my girl's name. "Can you get your guy to do that to me?" My girl's moans turned into a growl. "I think that's a no," I answered with as straight a face as I could manage. I had been behind my girl to the left, so I turned my head to the right. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," into her left ear and she went back to squirming and whimpering. A third cousin disappeared for a bit before coming back with a guy in tow. He was complaining for having to leave the card game. She was insistent and pointed at me across the room. "Watch as he takes her apart," I heard her say. As his eyes focused on me, first in disinterest, I decided to up the ante. Leaning forward, I gave my girl very specific instructions. When she had heard, her right hand dipped down into the front of her pants. Everybody watched as her hand moved to her groin. Everybody except me. I was just standing there with my hands on my waist. My girl's hand came back out from her pants. Her now moist fingers went straight to my mouth. My tongue tasted her musky fever. Then I looked to the small audience and said to the girls, "Mr. D just got a paycheck." The resulting whoop of laughter brought even more people into the room. "Aww shiit, I heard a girl say. I did not know which. "I gotta have my man use Mr. D on me!" To which the second guy in the room said, "Who the fuck is Mr. D and how can I get his paycheck?" My girl's eyes had been closed in sheer bliss and aggravation when I was sucking on her fingers. When she heard the question of the guy, she whirled around and stalked across the room to a chorus of "Oooooo." She walked up to the guy who had a big smile on his face because he thought he was getting her. "Sorry about your luck," said my girl. "I don't give away free candy." Stuffing her right hand down her pants, she came back up with moistened fingers again and waved it under his nose. Then, she whirled and walked back to me. She stuck her hand into her own mouth, while with the left she grabbed my left hand and stuffed it down the front of her pants. "Not good enough," I said with a grin. She turned to me a bit confused. I dropped my right hand down the back of her pants, making sure I had skin on skin. My middle finger dove into her ass and she practically shrieked. That brought HER momma, aka Gi Gi, to the room. "Who's fucking my daughter?" When she saw me, she waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, it's just Norm." At the sound of a second shriek, she turned back to me and said, "Ok, so you're a geek and a master at sex. Quit bragging like this. You're making all my family drool and want to kill you at the same time." I nodded meekly and withdrew my hands. The hubbub died down and the extras drifted back to what they were doing. The boyfriend across the room was entranced. He turned to me and said, "How'd you do that?" I grinned and replied, "You talking about when I had two fingers on her G spot and was pulling outward, or when I had my middle finger in her ass, or before all that?" "Wait. You can pull on the G spot? I thought you only push on it." The brotha was all ears, so I gave him the secret. "Yeah, that spot isn't just for rubbing on. You start to pushing and pulling on it and you'll get a quiet girl to go vocal on you." I turned to his girl and she was practically radiating anticipation. When she saw my eyes on her, she grinned a bit. To her I asked, "He didn't know this shit?"' "No, but he does now," she said with promise in her voice. The ride home was eventful. As in, I was driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other in my girl's lap. On top of her jeans. The kids were passed out from the night's events and when we got to the apartment, it was only a matter of taking them to their beds and stripping their pants, shirts, shoes, and socks off of them before pulling the covers over them. Once that was done, my girl and I retired to the bed where... ...well, let me just put it this way. Mr. D more than earned his bonus. Bite Me When Sarah walked out of the big shoebox department store she called a job, it was only 6:oo in the evening. It was September but summer was still holding on for dear life, the sun was still hanging, though very low, in the sky. Sarah pulled her jacket close around her against the gusting wind in the parking lot. She lived a mile from her job and had decided to walk to work that day, a decision she was now regretting. Not wanting to walk home on the main drag because she knew from prior experience when windy it became a frigid wind tunnel so she decided to take a shortcut she knew of through the woods that connected her work to her backyard. She walked to the back of the store where the path waited. She approached the entrance of the path, she had ventured down it many times but tonight it gave her an uneasy feeling and the mouth of the path seemed to resemble that of a demon. She stood at the edge of the parking lot and the grainy dirt of the path for a good fifteen minutes before willing herself to take that first step. When she finally did she was meant with a huge blast of wind emanating from the path but when her foot hit the dirt the wind ceased immediately. She took another step and felt goose bumps cover her, she felt like turning and running, screaming the other way. She took a deep breath telling herself she was being a paranoid idiot and decided to keep going. She walked on for a while, feeling the air get colder the further she walked, she was shaking violently. She started imagining the hot shower waiting for her at home, as a way of warming up. In a complete, cold induced, daydream she continued walking. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Sarah screamed and swung around but saw nothing but her breath in front of her. She turned around twice in panic. She was terrified and breathing rapidly. Then she felt some one whisper "My flower", softly into her ear. She screamed again. By now she was crying from fright. "Who are you?" She shouted to nobody. She glanced around frantically, looking for signs of shoe prints or anything that would prove she was not going crazy, but there was nothing. She decided she better move on and started running down the path. Sarah was not the most athletic of people but adrenaline and fear kept her moving faster than she has ever moved before. Sarah felt as if she was running for hours when she suddenly fell like she had been pushed to the ground, she rolled over achingly, propped herself on her elbows, looked up and screamed. There standing above her was a young man. He had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail; a couple strands of hair blew in the wind across his face. His eyes where a deep dark brown, she found herself being drawn into them and had to look away. He wore a white button up shirt and plain black pants with a long flowing black cape. "Don't be afraid." He said. She found his voice strangely soothing and she found she was no longer afraid. "I want you." He stated. "Who, who are you?" she stammered, "What do you want with me?" The strange man then lunged on top of her and clamped his mouth on her neck. She felt two of his teeth plunge into her jugular then she became numb. She felt as if pure heroin were coursing through her veins, her hair stood on end, her toes curled, it felt better then any sex she had ever had. She felt her pussy instantly get wet. The man lifted his head and sniffed the air. He then looked down and smiled. "You like that?" he cooed. "Yes" she replied drowsily. "Do you want more?" "Yes" He then ripped open her shirt revealing her breast, her nipples becoming erect at the cold air, even through her bra. He then bent down and bit her bra so her breasts became bare. He grabbed one of her tits and pulled her nipple to his mouth, sending a moan of anticipation from Sarah's lips, and then he bit. His fangs plunged into her breast and he started simultaneously sucking her blood and nipple at the same time. Immediately she started to shake uncontrollably, moaning with unbridled passion. Sarah could not control her body; she was having orgasm after orgasm, her body was shaking violently, she screamed for him to stop while she pulled his head closer. It seemed like it would never end. While he continued to suck he grabbed her jeans and with supernatural skill he pulled them off of her, she now laid naked before him. He slid his hand up her inner thigh and inserted his fingers into her; she gave him an instant reaction, moaning like the fabled banshee. His fingers felt like icicles inside her, filling her with a cold heat like nothing she has ever felt before, it was then she realized this man was a demon, a devil and she didn't give a fuck. She then made a conscious decision, whatever happens; she was going to enjoy it. He pulled his fingers in and out of her, fucking her with his demonic digits, while feasting upon the blood-milk from her breast. She wriggled on his hand, pronouncing her love for her devilish partner holding his head in her hands as if he were some kind of satanic infant. He then withdrew his mouth from her breast causing, an almost painful, yelp to escape from Sarah. "No. Don't stop." She moaned. With an almost feline gracefulness he moved from on top of her to between her legs. He put his nose up to her clitoris and inhaled deeply savoring the musky aroma of her snatch. "Very nice." He remarked. Then he struck her pussy with his fangs like a snake capturing a mouse, his fingers were still inserted in her and he felt her clamp onto them while waves of vaginal fluid gushed out of her pussy, over his hand and onto the ground. She shrieked into the night. Her eyes wide open in agonizing pleasure but seeing nothing, her hands outstretched and clawing the leaf strewn forest floor beneath her, her legs wrapped around his neck pushing his face deeper into her pelvis. The combination of the mans fingers and teeth inside her was to much, she going insane with the brutal passion being unleashed on her. She was in a state of catatonic ecstasy, she was having visions of paradise but her vision was not of a righteous heaven but of a hedonistic hell. She was visioning red skinned succubae, swallowing the cocks of demons while others fucked in obscene ways all to the backdrop of human souls being agonizingly tortured. Sarah knew from the clarity of her lust inspired visions that she was witnessing her future and she was darkly pleased. "Yes, my little whore." He sneered "You like what you see? You want to be one of us, one of the damned?" "Yes" she gasped. "Oh, my Dark Prince, yes take me." Like lightning he was kneeling between her legs with his dick out and hard. It was the most glorious thing she had ever set her eyes on, the mere sight of it brought tears to her eyes and it was at least a foot long and as wide as a serpent. It seemed to move on it own as it brushed the outside of her cunt. It pushed it self inside of her, stretching her pussy to maximum capacity, she felt as if she were being torn in half. She had stopped screaming long before, her throat too raw, but now she continued again in spite of herself. Her breath was so ragged that she thought she was going to pass out. Her heart was beating so rapidly that she thought it was going to burst out of her chest. Her pussy was stretched to its very limits any bigger and she was sure he would split her in two but she was loving every second of it and wished he would never stop, never remove his satanic scepter form her willing hole. She was his now, nothing would change that, she knew if he were to leave she would go insane with want, people would find her there naked fucking herself with just the memory of what was now happening to her. He then bent over her and bit her shoulder, blood flowing freely from the new holes into his mouth. As he was feeding off her he started thrusting his rod deep into her, moving violently from side to side. He drove himself so deep that he was actually fucking the opening to her womb. His milk white balls slapped against her asshole with each thrust elevating her pleasure. He could feel her pussy walls contract on his cock milking him rhythmically while the increased heart rate pumped warm plasma into his mouth as fast as he could gulp it down. Too weak to move from all the blood loss, she looked like a rag doll being fucked by a monster. She was naked covered in blood and sweat while a spawn of the devil fucked and sucked her to death and she didn't care, in fact, she did not even know. She had withdrawn to a place in her head where only extreme pleasure can take you, she was experiencing total enlightenment on the cock of a demon. She felt herself slipping away, she knew the end was near and embraced it. As if to prove it, she reached her arms around her demonic lover and held him close as he had his way with her. "I love you, my Prince," she whispered. "And I you," he replied. Feeling the flow of blood dwindle, the man grew frantic, he started to fuck her more violently. He pounded her with a supernatural speed and intensity, her limp body bounced off the ground with each gyration. It was impossible to imagine her bones staying intact under such force. His hips moved with such ferocity that he became a blur, his eyes became a bright red and flames started shooting out of them. He started emitting sounds that no man has ever heard, like hell itself was escaping from his loins. Then he let go, filling her with his unholy fluid till it spurted from around his cock in tiny rivulets. He instantly became calm again and rose from the ground. He methodically put his massive penis back in his pants and brushed himself off. It was only till after he attended to himself that he turned his attention to Sarah, sprawled out on the ground. He looked down at her naked, pasty white, body. Scanning it from head to toe, taking in the neat, little, bite marks on her neck, shoulder nipple and pussy. He could tell she was no longer breathing, if a doctor where to check her he would have said she was dead but as he stared the holes that his canines had made started slowly closing and her eyes opened...........(to be continued) Bite Me The dark dreariness of the night was like none other, yet it felt just the same as every night he could remember. It seemed as if the cooling fog was acting as a shield, trying to block out the horrid smell of the grounds. It wreaked of blood, death, and decomposition. He thought to himself about the number of bodies buried around his manor. How many women had he lured to his castle? How many bodies had he drained of life? Too many to count. He Thought about the beautiful women he had killed mercilessly. He looked toward Elustra, His slave, He remembered how he had lured her toward his castle. He had cause her to hallucinate, The images she saw made something awaken in her, A lust that she had long ago repressed, She became crazy and had barged into his manor, begging for him to make her his, Wanting him to own her. and he had done just that. He had thrown her down onto the marble floor and fucked her until she screamed and then drained her blood from her neck when she reached the height of orgasm. he could not of course let such a treasure go to waste and he quickly made a cut in his wrist and had her drink from him. causing her to become immortal, Just like him. He had searched long and hard to find a woman like this, But He hadn't been able to he buried the bodies Of the women around his castle, all the failed attempts at finding a slave. But after she had become a vampire she became too submissive She would do whatever he demanded but there was none of the lust and passion that was there before. He walked over behind her slowly as she stared out the window of the highest tower. "Master, You are displeased with me?" She said in a soft voice. "Why do you say that?" He asked, staring at her reflection in the window. Her long straight black hair, Her pale whit skin, the blood red lipstick... "maybe it's the sad look on your face... or, maybe it's the silver stake you have aimed at my heart..." She looked into his eyes in the reflection and smiled. "Good bye master..." "Good bye." and with that he thrust the stake into his lovers heart... She woke up screaming, Not in fear, But in ecstasy, and in frustration, For the last week she had been having the dream about a tall man, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes, he stood over her gently rubbing and caressing her breasts. His hand sliding down to her pussy and tracing circles around her clit.. But the dream had always Ended just before she reached climax. Sh tried to remember more about the man. He was tall, and well built, short hair and gorgeous blue eyes, very handsome. But there was something... dark about him. something she couldn't place. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep and ignore the wetness between her legs. He had been watching her for weeks, amazed at her beauty. her short red hair, her blue eyes, Her large round breasts. He began to walk into her house as she slept every night, He would remover her blanket and slowly tease her. working her to within seconds of climax. He invaded her dreams as he did this and disappointed seconds before she came. Sarra left her house early in the morning, She started to run down the side walk in her shorts and tee-shirt. As she ran the Images from her dream came back to her, just as vivid as the Night before. She could still remember his handsome face.. the piercing blue eyes, the messy brown hair. when she had awaken she felt as if he could still feel his hands on her body. The dream had seemed almost read.. she moaned softly and realized her panties were slowly becoming wet. Sarra kept running and the cloth panties rubbing against her clit was starting to become too much. she quickly darted into a store and headed to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and pulled the shorts down and then her panties before sitting on the toilet looking down at her wet pussy. she ran her hand against her clit softly and bit her lip. she Imagined that man again touching her pussy, teasing her. She thought of him kissing her mouth and a moan escaped from her lips that went unnoticed by any of the stores patrons. the thought came into her head of him pulling th e tight jeans down and his hard cock exposed as she pushed a finger into her virgin cunt and pushing against her G-spot "Ahhh Godddd," s he screamed as she arched her back as she came hard. she leaned against the wall panting and trying to collect her self. She pulled her panties back up and decided it was time to head home. It was night and Sarra had been masturbating all day, ruining all attempts at finishing her essay for College. her professor would be furious and it was due in 12 hours.. She typed away at her laptop but the dream kept replaying in her mind. she looked at the computer screen in front of her and blinked trying to clear her vision. "Why am i so tired..." she mumbled trying to stand up but realizing she had no strength left she fell over on the couch her laptop falling to the floor. and she saw a dark shadow passover her prone form as her eyes closed... Her Dreams were strange. A Huge mansion, walking through streets and road. and a Sign on the outside of an Irish pub "The Gallows" then the handsome man again, pushing her up against the wall pulling open her blouse, the buttons popping off, her breast freed, his mouth on her nipples, She groaned with pleasure as he bit down softly, her hand at the back of his head. "Who are you?" she whispered as her panties were torn from her body and his fingers brushed over her sex. She blushed at being naked in front of this man, and the fact that her legs spread apart so easily. His finger slipped inside and s he arched her back "Please, no, I'm, a virgin" she begged put rocked her hips against his hand. He remained silent but look into her eyes then Kisses her, her mouth parting to accept his tongue into her mouth. he fucked her pussy with his finger slowly. Sarra Awoke screaming in ecstasy her panties soaking with her juiced and a wet spot forming on the bed. she had come and her cum had flooded out of her, filling her panties with it until t hey became saturated with cum. she lay there moaning and drifted back off to sleep, This time s he had no dreams, she slept soundly for the rest of the night. Bite Me In 1979, I was stationed at a military base in Virginia--where I spent the next two years. My favorite hobby was metal detecting, and, due to the abundance of Civil War relics and old coins to be found, I pursued this endeavor at every opportunity. During the colder weather months (winters are relatively mild, around Hampton/Newport News), it was a coin/relic hunters dream; this was largely due to the absence of flying pests--mosquitoes, in particular. However, when spring rolled around, the "skeeters" showed up in droves . . . . searching for any warm-blooded mammals, from which to extract their desired food supply. Naturally, with the warmer temperatures came the need to wear lighter clothing (e.g., short-sleeve shirts)--although long pants were still required, to ward off the deer ticks; unfortunately, the lighter clothing also exposed more skin . . . . which the mosquitoes greatly appreciated. 'Deep-Woods Off' became an essential part of my gear, when going out treasure hunting; I generously covered every square inch of skin, with the exception of facial areas, to protect myself from the little beggars. There was one are of skin, however, that I totally neglected when 'putting on my armor' --which I'll get to in a moment. My first day of detecting during 'skeeter season' turned out to be pretty productive; in the first couple of hours, I recovered seven Civil War 'mini-balls' (musket rounds); a couple of silver quarters; three silver dimes; two 'shield nickels;' and assorted Indian-head, wheat, and Lincoln-head pennies. Having drank from my water bottle several times, the time finally came when I needed to relieve myself; since I was hunting in a wooded section bordering a swampy area, the mosquitoes had long ago announced their presence. They hovered close to me, patiently waiting for the insect repellant to wear off--just enough to attack; I kept repeating its use, which had saved me thus far. Anyway, I was alone in the area so I unzipped my trousers, and withdrew my organ to take a whiz; well hell, you'd have thought I'd just rung the dinner bell! The one area of my anatomy, that I never considered as a target, was instantly under attack by these blood-thirsty savages! Have you ever tried to piss when a horde of mosquitoes was descending on your exposed cock, from every direction? I furiously waved my free hand, to ward them off, but they refused to leave me alone; I had already begun to urinate, and I quickly moved to a less dense area (still pissing & waving)--hoping to leave them behind. Forget that shit . . . . they stayed right with me, so I had no alternative but to continue waving them away; by now, an area of my neck came under attack as well, which distracted me from the "task at hand" (pardon the pun). I had to stop waving, so that I could slap the ones on my neck--which left my exposed prick totally unprotected! Instantly, I felt a slight burning in my dick, and looked down to see that two of the little critters had already inserted their respective proboscis into my cock head; I shuddered, slightly, as I actually felt my blood being siphoned up their feeding tubes! Even more surprising, my cock instantly began to stiffen--rising to full erection, as they voraciously extracted blood from me. In the meantime, four or five more of the 'little beasties' now laid claim to the stem of my penis, and followed suit; the sensation in my sensitive cock head and foreskin was unbelievable! With a half-dozen of them now sucking on me, I moaned aloud--as a slow stream of semen actually began to flow from my cock head; my organ bobbed up and down on its own, as I watched each of them extract their fill of my life-giving sustenance. When they finally 'lumbered away,' they resembled overloaded airplanes; with their departure, others eagerly replaced them at the "dinner table" to get their fill. My cock continued to give up its storehouse of sperm, and one of them actually got washed away when he got to close to the pee-hole; it was comical to watch the little vultures, as they greedily robbed me of my blood; I must have ejaculated a thimble-full of my seed, in a slow, but continuous flow, before it finally halted. In the meantime, I conservatively estimated that I'd fed at least twenty of the 'blood-suckers;' others wanted to alight for their fair-share, but I shooed them away, wiped the cum from my piss hole, and tucked myself away. As I picked up my detector and headed for the car, I finally faced the reality of what I'd just done; remembering how badly mosquito bites swelled the skin, not to mention itched--the next day, I just knew I'd suffer big-time, tomorrow! I showered when I got to the barracks, and inspected my cock for damage; I could see numerous, little red blotches, and groaned at the thought of what was to come. When I awoke the next morning, I immediately went to the john to take a leak; expecting the worst, I couldn't believe it when I observed that there was no change in the condition of my prick--and, more importantly, there was absolutely no itching at all. This convinced me that the human penis must be immune to mosquito bites! It was four days later, before I was able to resume my hobby--which now had a new, and even physically pleasurable aspect to it. I was determined to find out if it had just been a fluke, or if my assessment was correct; was my penis, in fact, immune? So I naturally headed back to the same area--only this time, I left my jockey shorts at home; I also wore Levi 501 jeans, with the buttons--so I wouldn't accidentally catch my foreskin in a zipper. As I exited the car, I instantly began to stiffen in my trousers--just thinking of what I was about to do; by the time I got my detector and digging tools from the trunk, my cock was fully erect! I thought to myself, "Damn, you're sick--what person in his right mind gets horny thinking about mosquitoes sucking his cock?" The answer I arrived at was easy . . . . ME!!! Since the hum of mosquitoes was readily evident, locating some in need of a transfusion was easy; they were everywhere, and as soon as I exposed my erect organ they flocked to the source! In seconds, my cock was nearly covered with the little tykes--each of them drilling for sustenance; I let them have their way with me--each of them eagerly probing deep, to get the desired nourishment. Almost instantly, my dick began to throb and buck--as the sensation of many mouth parts feasting on me brought about the desired result; a long, drawn-out orgasm began--and semen began to ooze, then flow in a seemingly unending river. The hungry mosquitoes, meanwhile, quickly changed shifts . . . . those that got their fill (there was no mistaking their bloated, blood-red abdomens, as they lumbered away) were immediately replaced by the ones that had been in the 'holding pattern.' When all was said and done, I estimated that I'd fed somewhere between 35 - 45 of the tiny critters; I chuckled to myself, as I left, thinking that--if they could speak, they would surely thank me for my generosity! When I inspected my organ, the next morning, I was overjoyed to note that, again, there were no raised areas of skin (only numerous, tiny red blotches, that disappeared within 24 hours)--and, more importantly once again, there was absolutely no itching! Satisfied with my original assessment, I knew that I was now hooked on "mosquito sex;" I had also come up with a whole new meaning for the term "blood donor!" Tbone66, April '12 Bite My Cock She watched him as he walked into the donut shop. His smile was infectious, she couldn't help but smile back and secretly envisioned him without his clothes on. What delightful, delicious, and delectable treasures were hidden beneath the clothing he had on. She would find out soon enough. Jasmine ordered a green tea for herself and Quinn ordered a coffee. She watched him interact and flirt with the waitress. She felt a little twinge of jealousy at the way he openly flirted with the waitress in front of her, but shrugged it off immediately. After all, he was with her and she knew exactly where they were going after their coffee. The journey to the motel took just minutes, but Jasmine had wanted to touch him from the moment she climbed into his car. She remembered their first kiss, at his store; it was hungry, exciting and passionate, a taste of what was to come. She knew that this time would be no different, the hunger was there, and she'd seen the desire for her in his eyes. He had expressive eyes, very deep brown and very sexy. She knew they might hold some very dark secret desires! How could they not! His very presence make her senses reel, she wanted him! Moments later, they were at the motel. Jasmine slowly began to undress him but before she could finish, he pulled her close for a passionate embrace sliding his tongue into her mouth, probing, and pushing. She responded with her own passion, not wanting to end the kiss. She moaned with desire, but held back; there was plenty of time. She was already wet, she could feel her pussy tingling, and she knew that throbbing sensation very well! Finally breaking away from the kiss, Quinn suggested that he should take a shower to freshen up, and Jasmine with a twinkle in her eye, immediately said "why don't I join you." Quinn agreed and waited for her to remove her clothing. As Jasmine stripped before him, she would tell he was horny; his cock was hard and his eyes hungrily roamed over her naked body. She climbed into the hot shower and he immediately pushed her up against the shower wall and kissed her soft, wet lips. She could feel his cock pressed up against her thigh as his kiss became more passionate, more demanding. She passionately returned his kiss, moaning ever so softly as their kiss continued. She wanted him to know just how desirable he was and how badly she wanted to be possessed by him. Quinn then began to make his way from her lips to her huge tits. He cupped her breasts with both hands and began to lick and suck them, running his tongue over the tips, making her nipples hard under his warm tongue. He then squeezed them with his fingers, feeling how firm, yet soft and pliable they were. His cock responded to the image of her huge tits in his mouth and began to throb harder. He wanted her! He wanted to fuck her. She moaned again with pleasure, pressing herself up closer to his hard manhood, wanting him to possess her totally, to feel his cock slide into her wetness, throbbing, pushing, thrusting and yes, she would take it all!! His fingers then made their way to her pussy. There he would finally find out just how much he turned her on. She was wet and she wanted to be fucked by this gorgeous man. As his fingers continued to rub her clit, he whispered to her that perhaps they should continue this on the bed and Jasmine quickly agreed. Once on the bed, she told him to lie down because she wanted to see his body completely, from his sexy eyes and wonderful smile, to his broad chest and nice rounded ass and of course his cock. Oh yes, she was going to pay special attention to his cock! Pulling back the foreskin with one hand she began to lick the head, and then slowly move her tongue around the tip and playfully licked and sucked his shaft, taking it fully into her hot, wet mouth. Not knowing how much pressure to apply, she gently brought her teeth into play. Quinn loved it. He pumped up and down against the pull of her wet, warm mouth, and then whispered, ever so softly "bite me." Jasmine was not sure if she heard him correctly and pulled away from his cock and said "Did you say bite you?" "Yes, Jasmine, please bite my cock." She had never encountered this before and had no idea what to do or how hard he wanted her to bite him, but proceeded to gently bite down on his cock again and again. She then engulfed his cock with her mouth, savoring the sensation of it sliding back and forth, in and out of her mouth, as he pumped it, throbbing, hot and hard. She bit down again and he moaned his appreciation and pumped faster, begging her to bite again and again. He loved the sensation of her teeth biting down on his cock. He enjoyed the pleasure and pain that it give him. The pain drove him wild. It made him harder. It made his want to fuck her even more. He wanted to pound her pussy with his cock. Quinn wanted to cum in her mouth, but she pulled away and said "It's my turn. I want you to lick and suck my pussy and rub my clit." She told Quinn to lie down because she was going to sit on his face and he was to bury his face in her pussy. Quinn grabbed her ass with both his hands and hungrily began to lick her clit, and finger her sopping wet cunt at the same time. Jasmine loved it and moaned with pleasure, begging him to continue. She was wet, and loved the way his tongue probed her warm wetness, sliding back and forth against her clit, then finger fucking her. She loved rubbing her wet pussy into his face. He then slid his tongue into her anus and he began to pay special attention to that area. God, she was in heaven. Finally, a man who enjoyed giving and sharing of all the erotic pleasures of the flesh, an adventurous man, willing to be playful and erotic. She loved how his tongue teased the entrance to her anus. His tongue was hot and wet and continued to lick her anus making her pussy ache. Then he licked her clit again and took his middle finger and plunged it into her anus. Shocked at this sudden intrusion into her virgin ass, she pulled away briefly, but then settled back down onto his face and his finger continued to fuck her ass while his tongue licked her clit. She pushed down harder onto his finger begging him to fuck her ass. "Fuck me baby, fuck my ass." She moaned as she continued to sit on his face with his finger fully embedded in her ass and his tongue on her clit. She wanted to be fucked and begged him to do it. He turned her on her back and gave her ass a playful slap, she loved it! Then he fingered her pussy, just to make sure she was ready for his first thrust, and then pushed his throbbing cock into her hot, wet cunt. Grabbing her vibrator, she put it on her clit while he continued to pump into her with his throbbing member. She could tell that Quinn loved the sensation of the vibrator against his cock and balls. His grunts became louder and she moaned in response to his pleasure. She begged him to fuck her, she needed to feel him deep inside, feel his hot body next to hers. She wanted to feel his cum shoot inside her pussy. As he continued to thrust deeply back and forth, he slapped her ass, once, then again and again. He loved the way her ass jiggled and moved as he fucked her and slapped her ass. He then shoved his thumb into her anus and was delighted with her response. She pushed back against his thumb, and he could tell she wanted it bad and he was going to give it to her. She was his slut and she needed to be fucked. He was almost ready, and with one final thrust, his cum squirted deep into her vaginal walls. Quinn yelled "Fuck Jasmine, I'm cumming!" Knowing that Quinn was on the verge of cumming drove Jasmine wild and just as quickly as he had cum, she too came in one explosive orgasm. She screamed "fuck me harder, shove that hard cock deeper, deeper!" Quinn pulled away and lay exhausted on the bed. Jasmine too lay exhausted beside him. She knew this was just round one and once he was rested, she was going to bring his cock back to life and now she knew how to do it; with just one bite! Bite of the Bimbo THIS IS MY HALLOWEEN 2014 CONTEST ENTRY. I WROTE THIS IN THE IN MEMORY OF THE MASTER OF THE BIMBO STORIES CRYSTALWYND. THANKS FOR THE EDITING FROM SPIRIT02. PLEASE ENJOY AND REMEMBER TO VOTE. * Being a cop in San Diego was all Sarah Penn ever wanted to be. Sure she had ambitions while in high school and college, but deep down all she really wanted was to "protect and serve". She graduated high in her class at the academy - in the top ten. Despite her mother wanting her to go into medicine or law she was proud of her daughter. There was very little crime in "America's Finest City" and what crime there was, was usually gang related - a random homicide or a robbery. It was enough to keep the small police force busy, and aggressive policing squelched any copycats leaving the real criminals to focus their efforts further north in the Los Angeles area. Once a month rookies like Sarah and her partner Jim Grey had to pull the night shift. It mostly consisted of chasing hookers from El Cajon Blvd and working the night club parts of the city such as the Gaslamp district downtown and North Park, where there had been a rash of shootings and women being attacked. It was a quiet night and close to the end of her shift when suddenly a commotion rang out. A half naked buxom hooker began resisting arrest and it took several officers to bring her under control without harming her. Sarah joined in as they restrained the woman, whose clothes seemed to have been shredded and was showing everything the good Lord gave her. Sarah found a blanket and attempted to cover the woman wrapping the blanket around her only to be bitten by the woman in the process. "Oww!" She yelled as she snatched her hand and saw the bite had drawn blood. It was only then that the hooker appeared to regain her composure and was incredibly remorseful, apologizing and then crying only to apologize again. Jim drove Sarah to the nearest ER for an evaluation. The bite wasn't serious, there was a chance of HIV infection, but they thought it slim. Her hand was lightly bandaged. The labs would be rushed through and she should know something early tomorrow. On the way back to the station, Sarah felt a little strange. As they walked back to their patrol car, she couldn't help looking at her partner's ass and wondering what he was packing. She quickly dismissed the notion. Jim was a married man with two kids. She was friendly with his wife Carol. She wasn't interested in Jim. He did look good in his pressed blue uniform and had a cute ass though, she thought. Their shift ended at 0600 hours - Sarah was looking forward to a hot shower before changing into her street clothes. A few other women officers were showering and Sarah found herself looking a little more intensely at them. "No wonder men like looking at naked women," she thought as she gazed at her sister officers and their lovely curves, the different sizes of their breasts, the beautiful way their legs meet and formed beautiful pussies. Anita Byrd caught her ogling as she looked up after scrubbing her legs. She smiled, Anita was gay and not shy, and turned to give Sarah a better look at her bald pussy causing Sarah to blush. She was busted. She turned off the water and hurried from the showers to her locker. What was going on with her, she was actually gawking and thinking about what it would be like to lick a pussy. This wasn't like her. She chalked it up to fatigue shrugged and began to change into her street clothes. Pulling her bra on Sarah was surprised to find it no longer fit. She took a deep breath and strained to close the clasps, but it bit uncomfortably into her skin. How was that possible? It fit just fine before her shower. She shrugged it off and opted to go without it. It was no big deal, she had such small tits, only an A cup, no one would notice. Sarah had what was described as an athletic body, built for sports and speed. Long legs narrow torso, tight abs and barely any hips and of course her small breasts. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail and buttoned her loose fitting long sleeve shirt. Pulling on her jeans, she found them also tight around her hips, but not too tight to button. "I must be putting on weight," she thought, "Or retaining water." Looking into the mirror about to put add makeup, Sarah was again surprised as it appeared she had already applied eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick a little more heavily than she normally would. She didn't remember doing that. This had been a pretty weird day and she'd been pretty distracted since the bite. As she was leaving the building many of the other officers teased her about her injury and the dangerous "perp" she helped to subdue. She laughed off the good humor and with her purse on her shoulder left the building. She climbed into her red 2014 Mazda MX-5 Miata and drove out of the downtown parking lot headed north on I-5 and exited on Washington Street. It was still early and as she drove by the Weinerschnitzel she couldn't help but to begin to crave a hot dog. That too was strange because Sarah ate very little red meat, opting for turkey products instead. She did a quick u-turn, one that only a police officer could get away with and drove up to the restaurant. It was closed and wouldn't be open for another hour. Sarah decided to go to the grocery store instead; she needed a few things anyway. In the deli section she found herself day dreaming as she admired the sausages, links and wieners. Unconsciously, she picked a pack of the largest thickest meat available and placed it in her cart. In the produce area she found herself once again fantasizing over the cucumbers and squashes before she snapped out of it and collected the necessary items for her daily salads. Sarah was flushed and horny without knowing why. She looked at the checkout clerk a little too closely wondering what she would look like in only heels, stockings, garters and bra. Deciding that she was indeed coming down with something, Sarah decided to skip her morning run. As she was putting away her groceries she opened the pack of bratwurst, looking at it closely for several minutes. Without thinking she opened her mouth and slid it in and began to suck it like it was a large red cock, twisting it and licking it. As she did she began to become very wet between her legs and her odor filled the kitchen making her even more aroused. Realizing what she was doing she bit into the raw sausage enjoying the juices and the flavor as the taste seemed to explode in her mouth. She ravenously devoured the remaining pieces. There was definitely something wrong, she thought. Since tomorrow was an off day, she decided to take a nap and see if she felt any better afterwards. Drawing the blinds and curtains closed Sarah didn't seem to have the energy to do more than pull her jeans off and fall face first into her pillow. She slept restlessly, dreaming of large cocks, taking them in all of her orifices and licking and sucking pussy and tits, something she had never done before. She was horny and found herself rubbing her hand between her legs as she went from one sexy dream to the next. Around 1930 hours she awoke cold and sweaty. It was dark. She was naked and laying across her bed. That was strange as she had her panties and dress shirt on when she went to sleep. She began to sit up, but her equilibrium was off. She felt a heavy movement on her chest, thinking her shirt was sticking to her she reached up with her left hand to find a giant tit where her little A cup used to be. "What the hell," She thought and brought her right hand up to find its twin. Large nipples poked through the opening between her fingers. "I have to be imagining this," she thought. Climbing to her feet she was wobbly and felt her body jiggle like it had never done before. She waddled to the bathroom, turned on the light and screamed. Staring back at her was a face she barely recognized. Her brown hair was now a bright blonde, and her lips were "bee-stung" huge. Sitting high on her chest were a pair of the largest tits she'd ever seen or felt, her narrow ass was now a "bubble butt" and her waist somehow was much narrower. As she looked down between her large globes she could barely see her tiny feet, but her toenails were now a bright red. Picking up her hand mirror, she noticed her fingernails were also painted the same bright red. Sarah lowered the looking glass to her pussy which felt swollen and juicy. Gone was the shapely trimmed and cropped landing strip; she was completely bald, her lips glistening with her juices. Her clit seemed to be protruding out from between her labia. Sarah couldn't believe this metamorphosis. She was obviously dreaming. Still she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself. Putting the mirror on the counter, she slowly and tentatively reached her hand down and extended a finger. As she touched herself she exploded. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. Moaning, she continued to touch herself and worked one then two fingers into her fat wet pussy. The louder she screamed the better her orgasm felt. Her juices were running down her thick thighs as she couldn't stop pleasuring herself. She had never been multi-orgasmic until now. Like a roller coaster she climbed high and crashed to the bottom over and over until she thought she'd go hoarse from the screaming. Standing in a puddle of her own juices she was finally able to stop and removed her wet hand. She was about to wash it, when she thought again and popped a finger into her mouth. She tasted incredible and like before was unable to stop licking her hand clean. When she was done, she gingerly touched herself again and the cycle continued anew. As her large breasts bounced in front of her she reached out and discovered that her nipples were incredibly sensitive. It was almost 2100 hours when Sarah came out of the bathroom, showered but still terribly horny, unable to explain her lust. It was as if she needed several things at once. She needed a nice hard cock, in her pussy; one in her mouth and she couldn't believe it, one in her ass. She wasn't proud that the cucumbers she had bought were enough to suppress the urge, at least temporarily. Although she had never had sex with a woman, she couldn't help imagining what it must be like; licking her lips she dreamed of eating her first pussy. She paced the floor, her voluptuous naked body jiggling. Sarah loved the way her tits swayed back and forth, the cool air licking at her increasingly wet pussy. She needed help male or female, it didn't matter. She didn't have many people she could call. Most of her friends from school moved to LA and the bay area where jobs were more plentiful. She thought of calling Jim. She'd fuck his brains out, but what about Carol? Maybe if the both of them came over she could fuck them both. She was feeling desperate. She realized she was no longer thinking rationally. She had to do something - the cravings were growing stronger. She went to her closet and looked through her clothes. Nothing she owned would fit her now except her shoes and she couldn't go out of the house in only her shoes. She began to think of ways to make that work; perhaps if her clothes were torn she could claim she'd been in an accident. She looked at the torn panties and dress shirt she went to sleep in. They were shredded. What would she do? She began to cry and shake which caused her huge tits to bounce and catch her attention. Her nipples were so large. She was about to take one in her mouth again when the door bell rang. Sarah found her robe and put it on. It covered her back but she couldn't get her large tits inside. Perhaps she could hide behind the door. She shrugged. It was probably no one anyway. She hurried to the door, excited at the possibility of getting some cock or pussy if she could persuade them to come in. Peaking through the peephole she saw a small woman standing there. "Who is it?" Sarah asked, but the voice wasn't hers: it was too high and squeaky and she had a lisp. "Is this Sarah Penn, Officer Sarah Penn? My name is Karen Murphy. We met at the police station early this morning. Well we didn't actually meet. I kind of accidently bit you," the woman said. Sarah almost screamed, "You," but she didn't look like the bimbo that bit her. She opened the door and tried to hide behind it as she let the young woman in. Karen entered the modest home and Sarah quickly closed the door exposing herself to the strange woman. She seemed quite calm and after apprising the voluptuous cop before her, she said, "I was afraid of this, and I am so sorry. This is my fault." Looking carefully at the new Sarah, Karen looked at her blonde hair, her huge tits protruding from her chest, and her bubble butt, the open robe barely hiding her new assets. "I can't fix it, but I think we can help one another." She said as she approached Sarah and pulled her face to hers. Sarah responded quickly with a passionate kiss and pulled the woman close. Pulling away reluctantly after several moments, panting heavily Karen asked, "Can we take this to your bedroom?" In the bedroom Sarah was full of questions, but Karen hushed her and began to remove her clothes and said, "Sex first, answers later." Sarah wanted to protest, but she knew this was what she wanted and needed. She dropped her robe and climbed into the bed. Karen climbed in with her and began to suck on her huge nipples as she rubbed Sarah's pussy. Within a minute Sarah was squirming and screaming as her first orgasm rocked her. Karen spun around quickly and began slowly licking Sarah's very wet pussy. As Karen wiggled her lean ass in Sarah's face, it was only a minute before Sarah pulled it down and tasted her first pussy ever, she loved it. The taste was indescribable and she wanted more. The two romped in Sarah's bed for hours, until they had satisfied their lust for the time being. They lay panting and sweating next to each other. Thinking her lust was sated, Sarah was surprised to find that she was craving cock. It was somewhat a relief; she was beginning to think she was now gay. But then the images of all kinds of cocks filled her mind, cut and uncut, erect and flaccid, large and small, brown, black, white, purple and pink. Why had her lust shifted so suddenly? Being a cop, she needed answers and had Karen had any clothes on she would have grabbed her by her shirt and demanded to know what the hell was going on. Instead she threw her large leg over the woman and sat on her chest. "Okay, now tell me what you did to me," she said in the cutest high pitched lisping voice. "And why do I sound like this?" "Okay," Karen said. "But it is a long story and although I love the feel of your wet pussy juicing on the nipple of my left tit, you are making it hard for me to breathe." "Oh, sorry," Sarah said as she slid back and softly slid her pussy over Karen's causing her to moan appreciatively. "Story first, sex later." Sarah moaned as she rocked slightly while Karen sat up and pulled her close, their tits mashing together and their lips only inches apart. "I will try to simplify it for you. The physical changes you are suffering are only the beginning, if you don't get enough sex you will be subject to mental changes, too. Your voice is the least of your worries," Karen said as she breathed deeply while Sarah involuntarily rubbed their pussies together. "You see, I bit you last night out of desperation. I needed to get cock. I had already had enough pussy. Well to be truthful, you can never have too much pussy. But in order to satisfy the curse, I had gotten enough. What I needed was a hard cock." She stopped. Sarah was rubbing her the right way and she was so distracted she was having trouble telling the story correctly, but didn't want her to stop. "Sarah, to be blunt, you have been infected with the Bimbo Virus," Karen said and waited. Sarah wasn't listening very well, she was feeling her pussy tingle, until the last part which seemed to ring in her ears. "Wait a minute," Sarah said in the high voice that she'd never get used to hearing coming from her mouth, "Bimbo Virus?" She stopped her movement and looked into Karen eyes. Karen continued. "The virus causes each of its victims to have an insatiable sexual appetite and in order to keep the symptoms in check you will need to have sex with men and women a lot. Otherwise, you become an air head lisping bimbo until your bimbo body is sexually satisfied, and only then will you return to your normal appearance. Specifically, you must have cock in all three orifices and eat at least one pussy and have your pussy eaten roughly every 72 hours. Oh, and this is important, all the cocks have to come in all three orifices and it can't be the same cock, which means you are going to meet a lot of men. As for the pussy, you can accomplish that all with the same woman. If you are able to keep the virus in check then you will not physically change. If not then every night at dusk you will morph into a bimbo until the morning comes. The biggest problem is that when you are a bimbo you are really a dumb bimbo. You can't think straight about anything but satisfying the hunger for sex." Karen continued, "When I am not a sex starved bimbo, I am a professor at UCSD (University of California San Diego). I teach Biology and Biochemistry. I am Dr. Karen Murphy. I had a very promising career until I was bitten. Like you my maker didn't intend to bite me either. She was caught up in getting her needs fulfilled and I was just in the way." Sarah was barely following the conversation her pussy was talking to her and she still found images of the various cocks she'd seen over her sexual lifetime invading her thoughts. "Wait, you are saying that this is a permanent situation?" "Yes, sorry. I have been looking for a cure for years now and haven't come close." She shrugged and her nipples rubbed against Sarah's causing her to sigh heavily. "The best hope you have is to do what I have been doing. Confide in a few people you trust that can help satisfy the cravings in a pinch. It looks like you are going to become the newest slut on the block. You may do like me and find out where all the frat houses are. The best you can hope for is to control it. You will never master it." Karen could see the look in Sarah's eyes; she was losing the new bimbo. "Do you have a boyfriend or a close male friend that you could fuck? Otherwise, you will completely bimbo-morph and roam the city until you get the cock your new body craves." "No, only my partner, but he is married and ..." she paused as she imagined his cock sliding back and forth in her mouth. Suddenly Karen had an idea. "Do you like pizza? I'm hungry. Let's order some pizza," Karen said as she pushed Sarah back and untangled herself. Finding her iPhone she looked up the closest pizza place that delivered and ordered a medium pepperoni. "With any luck we'll both get some cock delivered in twenty minutes," Karen told Sarah as she walked to the bathroom to pee. Sarah watched Karen's sexy narrow ass swish and then notice the word "BIMBO" tattooed on her left ass cheek in bold red letters. When Karen returned from the toilet, she found Sarah fingering her pussy as she reclined in the bed. "Trying to satisfy the itch, huh? Only a nice hard cock will do that now, but don't let me stop you." Sarah looked at the woman, she looked so different from the way she appeared last night, and now Sarah was the one that looked like a bimbo slut. "You have BIMBO tattooed on your ass, how come?" "Not by choice, I'll tell you that much." Karen said. "Turn around. Let's see your ass." Sarah rolled over on her stomach continuing to play with her pussy. "There, yours is coming in, now. It isn't dark yet, but I can clearly see it. Let me get a mirror."