9 comments/ 29659 views/ 30 favorites Incubus Ale Ch. 01 By: Nureru This is my first attempt at writing erotic anything. A very big thank you to CelibacyForJealousy for all of his editing assistance. I hope you all enjoy it! ***** Today was a slow day and I couldn't stop yawning. I hadn't slept well the night before and now there was nobody coming into the shop to give me something to distract myself with. At the register next to me, Erica was idly drumming on the countertop, also struggling to stay awake. I absently wondered if she'd also had difficulty sleeping while I stared blankly at the entrance. Dale's Hardware Store was a little family run affair, one of those cornerstone-of-the-neighborhood sort of shops. It couldn't compare in size or price to the big chain hardware stores, and the Dale it was named after died some fifty odd years ago. But it still held a certain sort of charm that helped to keep it afloat. The only folks who shopped at the Hardware Metropolis on the other side of town were the travelers just passing through who had no sense of community or nostalgia or whatever it was that bonded us to people. Sandra, Dale's great-granddaughter, was the current owner. She was friendly enough, but was definitely a quiet, reserved sort of woman. She used to be a lot more outgoing and cheerful, but after she went from being known as Mrs. Walsh to being the widow Walsh, she withdrew from a lot of people. Today she was acting as our friendly greeter. Erica was trying to see how quickly she could spin a pen in her hand. She was a drummer in a punk rock band during her off hours, so she was actually pretty good at it. She leaned against the counter, one hand spinning away, and the other propping up her head as she sighed heavily. Erica was a tiny girl, just over five feet tall, and if you tossed her in a pool, she might come out weighing a hundred pounds. Her normally beautifully wavy blonde hair was today tied back in a lazy ponytail; a couple stray locks came down across her face, and she would attempt to blow them out of her eyes to no avail. Up at the entrance, Sandra was cleaning the windows for the second time today. That seemed excessive to me, given that they were already spotless. At least she seemed like she was being productive. Sandra was older than the rest of us, having just turned forty a few months ago. She still looked youthful and vibrant, even at forty; I hope I manage to age half as well as her. Her thick black hair came down to her shoulders in tight little ringlets, framing her wrinkle-free face beautifully. She ran about seven miles every morning, so she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. It always makes me feel a little self-conscious about my own admittedly soft body. Not fat mind you, just... soft. Mrs. Smith marked our third customer for the day, bringing our average up to one every three hours. I think every town has a Mrs. Smith, and it's always this kindly old lady who calls everyone dearie and carries hard candies with her at all times. At least, that's what our Mrs. Smith did. "Good afternoon, Zachary. Would you like a candy? I think I've got one here." She reached into her purse and, before I could stop her, produced one of those awful pineapple candies for me. I've never even seen those sold in stores. Where old people get them, Elderly Mart? "Thank you, Mrs. Smith," I responded. It may be going in the trash once her back is turned, but that doesn't mean I can't be polite. "What do you need today?" "Well, my granddaughter is in town to help me paint our den, and I just needed to look at some of your paints." She studied me for a moment before continuing. "She's single you know. Very available!" "Thank you, Mrs. Smith, but you know I have a girlfriend. I can't imagine she'd be thrilled about me bringing another girl home." "Oh, I know that dearie. She's very cute though. And huge tits! Comes from my side of the family, you know." She winked at me before shuffling off to the paint section, leaving me blushing down to my neck. "She's got a point, dude. Chick be racked for an older lady." Jerry, the stock boy, had apparently finished whatever mischief he gets up to and had come up front to heckle us. Jerry was the second oldest here but acted the youngest. He was in his mid thirties and spent all his time either snowboarding, trying to pick up chicks, or working out. To the man's credit, he looked like he was chiseled from granite. He could probably break my fist with his abs. "She's like, ninety. I don't care how big they are, they're attached to an old person." Erica chimed in, "At what point do they stop being excellent and start being heinous? Like, is there a cutoff age? Thirty-nine year old breasts are awesome, but once you hit forty, man is that game over. Something like that?" I shrugged. "As long as they haven't sunk below the waist they're okay by me." "Aw, c'mon Zach," Jerry taunted, "I bet you're secretly all about the elder cougars. Seventy plus women on the prowl, with their big hair, ruby red lipstick, leopard print tank tops and leather pants. I bet when they bend over to retie their stiletto heeled boots, their nipples brush the ground." Any reply to his lovely imagery was cut short, however, by the arrival of our forth customer of the day: Anja Whetstone. Anja was a girl I'd had a crush on for a long while, even from before I hooked up with Zoe. I don't feel bad about it. Pretty much everybody who meets Anja has a crush on her. She was absolutely stunning. She had long, flowing red hair, and amazingly perky breasts that, unlike Jerry's elderly cougars, seemed to defy gravity. Her ass was firm and pert beyond belief; I've seen men give themselves whiplash as she walked by. Her most defining feature, though, was her face. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green, hidden behind lush eyelashes. She had a light dusting of freckles across her button nose and gorgeously full lips, always halfway upturned into an adorable smirk. I don't know whether she did it on purpose, but Anja oozed sex. "How are my favorite hardware junkies today?" She called out as she sauntered into the shop. Today she was dressed in jeans and a low cut tank top, and not much else. I had to make a concerted effort to make eye contact as she walked up to the registers. "Morning, Anja," Erica chirped when she reached our station. It was half past one in the afternoon by now, but that never stopped Erica. It was always good morning with her. "We were just talking about breasts and old people. Do you have any insight?" "I love them both and wish the world had more of each," she replied with a smile. "I think when I get older and they start sagging, I'm going to get them removed and pretend to be an old man instead. It'll save my back, and then I can hit on young ladies and be creepy as hell." Erica stooped over, pulled her lips over her teeth, and in her best old man voice said, "Well aren't you a tall drink of water! Want to help me lose my dentures?" I motioned for the two girls to quiet down, as Mrs. Smith was heading back over our way. "Did you pick out a good color?" I asked her. "Oh yes, I think I've got some good options," she said, brandishing a handful of swatches. "I'll take these home to show Lydia and see which one she likes. She'll probably be by tomorrow to have you dears mix it for us." She paused a moment, studying me again. "She's single you know. And has hooters you wouldn't believe!" "Yes Mrs. Smith, so I've heard." She turned to Anja then, and looked her up and down. "Well, aren't you pretty. Would you like a candy? I think I have one here." She found another candy for Anja, terrible cherry this time. She waved goodbye to us all as she headed off for home. Erica was pouting. "She never gives me candy any time she comes. It's always everybody else." "Do you really want one of those terrible candies?" Anja asked as she popped the artificially cherry monstrosity into her mouth. "Oh hell no, I can't stand them. But it's the principle of the thing. Why are you even eating it?" Anja just shrugged. "So what brings you in today, Anja?" I interjected as Sandra was starting to make her way over. I guess she was tired of greeting nobody. I couldn't blame her. "Oh man, I have got a treat for all of you. I've got a fresh batch of a new beer, and I want all of you to help me name it. Sandy, get over here. I got one for you as well." "Anja, you know it's not professional, nor acceptable in the slightest to be drinking at work, and I certainly won't allow my employees to imbibe while on the clock," Sandra admonished. Despite her objections, I could see her eying the bag Anja was carrying. That girl brings out a little bit of rebel in everyone. "Aw, c'mon Sandy, this one's special. I went to that new herb shop that opened up downtown, the creepy looking one. They had some cool spices and things I had never even heard of. I was tasting it while it was brewing and it's going to be killer." She pulled a bottle out of the bag and dangled it in front of Sandra invitingly. At the same time, I felt my interest in the brew wane drastically. The stuff was red. Like, really red. I've seen some strange looking beers before, and tried them without a second thought, but the brew Anja was proffering made me irrationally uncomfortable. I seemed to be the only one with reservations though, because a moment later, Sandra proclaimed "What the hell, we're dead today. This is a onetime thing everybody, so don't get used to it." With that, she took the beer and let an excited Anja pass out bottles to the rest of us. I eyed the booze warily while everyone else cracked theirs open. "What uh, what did you use to get the color like that?" I asked Anja. "Hmm? Oh, some of the spices I guess, why? Does it look off?" "Anja honey, it's bright red," Jerry commented in between long pulls. He was outpacing everyone else easily. "Pretty tasty brew though." The girls all looked at him oddly. "Uh, Jerry," Erica began, "it's brown. It's not red at all. Where are you getting red from?" Everyone was examining their bottles now, looking very confused. "Mine's red," I told them. "like tomato juice red. Everyone else's too. Are you not seeing it?" "I see it man," Jerry informed me as he downed the last of his beer. "You guys need to get your eyes checked out I think," Sandra informed us. "Huh." Maybe I was just seeing things. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the drinks, even Jerry, who shared in my delusion. And Anja made them for us. I wouldn't want to waste something a friend made. My mind made up, I opened it up and drank. It was delicious, absolutely amazing. I can't quite place why because there was a whole mess of flavors that just seemed like they should not be there. But somehow it all came together into something quite special. I was still having a bit of trouble getting over the fact that it was so vibrant, but after the first drink it became a lot easier to convince myself to keep going. We all stood around chatting and drinking beers for the next couple customer-devoid hours until Sandra decided that nobody else was going to come in and she was just wasting money keeping us all here. So we closed up the shop early. Sandra and Anja stepped outside for a cigarette, leaving Erica and me to close up the tills. Jerry was no use in closing, so he went out with the two girls for a smoke. Erica turned to me and, gesturing at Anja, asked, "So when you gonna ask her for a three way with you and Zoe?" I stared resolutely at my station, refusing to acknowledge the wide grin she had plastered across her face. "Yeah, that's not going to happen. I guarantee Zoe wouldn't go for it. And even if she would, Anja would just laugh at me. Furthermore, I don't want to." "That is the biggest crock of shit I've heard so far today. If those two came up to you all, 'Zachey poo,' you'd pounce on that like an alley cat on a tuna sandwich." "Yeah, not going to happen." I tossed the money from the till into the change bag and started walking towards the back office. "Shit, I'll ask her then," Erica called out after me. "If she says sure, mind if I borrow Zoe?" Ignoring her laughter, I put the money in the safe and started to head outside to meet up with everyone else, but they were already coming back in. "After much deliberation," Anja proclaimed, "we have decided to name it 'Red Men Tell No Ales.' We named it after the color blind men folk we've got with us here. What do you two think?" "I love it!" Erica squealed. "It's perfect. Catchy, rolls off the tongue, and it's picking on Zach and Jerry both. What else could you ask for?" Anja and Erica high-fived each other. I asked, "It's a bit long, isn't it?" But other than a, "That's what she said," from Jerry, I got largely ignored. Some help he was. "All right, everybody go home." Sandra started shooing us out. "Store's closed, go away. I'm leaving, and you all can't stay behind without me." Erica quickly ran her deposit back to the safe while the rest of us left to go to our cars. "Here," said Anja, handing me another bottle. "This one's for Zoe. Let me know what she thinks." She gave me a hug, then hopped into her car and took off. I walked to mine, a shitty fifteen year old sedan, and unlocked the doors. As I climbed in, Erica got in the passenger side. "Can I help you?" I asked her as she buckled herself in. "You sure can! I've got a big-ass bottle of tequila at my apartment I can't possibly finish on my own, so I'm going to have you and Zoe help me out. Swing by my place on your way home so I can grab it." I was going to argue with her until I decided that actually sounded pretty good, so I only gave her a long-suffering sigh and a shrug before I put my car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. Erica lived in a tiny studio apartment on the fourth floor of a rundown apartment complex in the middle of town. She says she likes it because it's cheap and she doesn't really need a lot of space, but I suspect it's really because she can purchase any illicit substance she wants just by knocking on her neighbors' doors. I've never seen her do any hard drugs or anything, but that girl smokes a lot of pot. I wondered how many dealers she lived next door to while I waited for her to get back with the liquor. It didn't take her too long; she came bounding out down the steps a few minutes later. She had changed into a tee shirt, some very short shorts, her trademark sneakers, and had in hand an enormous bottle of tequila, as promised. She climbed back into the car and we set out for my place. "Seriously though, you've got it bad for Anja, I can tell," Erica said while she rummaged through my glove box. I usually have a box of candy or something in there. Today it was gumdrops. "I bet Zoe would help her tag team you." She and Zoe had been friends even longer than she and I had. It was a few years back that she introduced us to each other at a party of hers, and we hit it off immediately. Zoe was a personal trainer and had the body to show it. Her hair had been a thick mass of wavy, jet black hair that she'd left hanging loosely down to her chin. Her skin was like black velvet and her eyes and her smile shined brighter than any I'd ever seen. She was an Amazonian goddess, and I was instantly hooked. What she saw in me, well, I'm still not entirely sure. I am an outstandingly average man. I'm kind of tall, but not really; I'm not overweight, but I am severely lacking in muscle definition. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and pasty white skin that rejects our mother sun. I'm not particularly bad looking, I don't think, but a girl like Zoe? She could do much better. "Why do you keep pushing for me to try to get a threesome going?" I asked her, snatching away the box of gumdrops before she ate them all. "Has somebody said something, or do you just think it's funny?" "Shit, man," she chewed out around a gumdrop, "I'm just trying to live vicariously through you." She swallowed before continuing, "I haven't gotten any action for months now, and I figure someone getting double is the next best thing, eh? Besides, I think Anja's into you. She gives you that 'come hither' look all the time." "What 'come hither' look is this? Having eyeballs doesn't make something a 'come hither' look." "Nah dude, this one." She cocked her head to the side, pouted her lips and started batting her eyelashes ridiculously. I couldn't help but start laughing. "Well damn, now I'm hard," I said in between giggles. "Thanks for that." "Hey, no problem. I aim to please." She at some point had reacquired the candy box, and helped herself to the last few gumdrops. I suppose I didn't really need them anyway. We pulled into my driveway a few minutes later and Erica bounded up to the front door, waiting impatiently for me to unlock it. Zoe was in the living room, watching a television show while she read a book. That kind of multitasking confounds me. "Zoey zo!" Erica shouted as she walked in. "I come bearing dinner," she said, brandishing the tequila, "and dessert." She ran her hands over her body sensually and let out a soft moan. "Ooh, girl, I will eat you up," Zoe said, getting out of her chair and walking over to her friend. The two girls embraced, kissing each other briefly before separating. "Normally I'd bitch about unexpected company, but for you I'll make an exception." "Aw thanks," Erica said. "I feel special." "I was talking to the tequila," Zoe replied wolfishly. Zoe grabbed us some shot glasses while Erica dug a pack of cards out of her purse. "Rummy anyone?" She asked while Zoe poured the shots. We sat ourselves in a circle on the floor, pounded our drinks, dealt the cards, and our night began. After each round, we did another shot. We started cycling through card games after rummy got dull, and the shot between rounds quickly became two shots, and then three. "You know, Zoe," Erica began while she shuffled, "Zach here is totally a prude. How have you not corrupted him yet?" "What are you talking about?" Zoe laughed. "He's totally a pervert. Aren't you Zach?" "I got a penis, don't I?" I poured myself another shot. At this point, we were pretty much just drinking whenever. "Kind of comes with the equipment." "No, no, no. Listen, he's totally got the hots for this chick at work right, but he won't admit it or nothing! I told him to bring her home for you and he was all like 'No, Zoe won't, and no, I don't, and no, we won't, and shut up'." "Hey, that last one is sound advice," I said, downing my drink to hide my embarrassment. "Aw, Zach, you got a hottie at work and you won't share?" Zoe leaned against me and started tracing light little circles on my chest with her finger. "How cold! If I had a hot young thing, I would bring her home for you." "See, Zach," Erica proclaimed before I could retort, "I know what I'm talking about sometimes." She and Zoe shared a look I didn't quite understand, and she quickly started dealing out another hand of cards. "What are we playing this time?" I asked as I picked up my hand. With an evil grin spreading across her face, Erica responded simply, "Poker." "We don't have any chips though," I said as I rearranged my cards. I was hoping it was five card draw, because my hand was atrocious. "Betting games are silly without betting." "We'll sort it out," Zoe assured me soothingly. We each traded out cards, leaving my hand better than it was. "Two pair," I grinned as I threw them in front of me. "Full house," Zoe laid out. "Read 'em and weep, bitches." "Damn!" Erica tossed her cards on the floor. "I only got a pair. Guess I lose." "Pay up, buttercup," Zoe happily informed her. With that simple direction, Erica leaned over and removed her sneakers, setting them aside. I wondered if they were serious about this, but I was eager to find out. Incubus Ale Ch. 01 I lost the next hand, and removed my shoes as well. Erica lost the one after that, and her socks joined the pile. Another shot, another round of cards. Zoe finally lost that one, and since she had been in her at-home clothes, a tank top and pajama bottoms, she didn't have nearly as much leeway. Her top came off, revealing a lacy white bra. She jiggled her breasts at the two of us, generating hoots from Erica, before settling in for the next round. After that, I started to go on a bit of a losing streak. I quickly lost my socks, my belt, my shirt, and my undershirt, leaving me in just my pants. Another hand of cards was dealt, and I managed to beat Erica out on that one; her top was next to join the pile of clothes. I'd be lying if I said I never looked, but now I was truly noticing that she had some magnificent breasts. Despite her tiny frame, she had to be at least a D cup. "Careful, stare any harder and you'll set them alight," Zoe nudged me, grinning. She nipped at my earlobe and poured everyone another shot. I was starting to get pretty excited now. Next round Zoe lost, and so she stood up and shimmied out of her pajamas, shaking her white cotton panties at us. Erica reached over and slapped Zoe's ass before she had a chance to sit back down. "That was a good one!" Erica fist pumped in the air, pleased at her prowess. "I am the ass slap master!" "You can't be the master without a challenger! C'mere, I'll show you what I got." Zoe raised her hand towards her, smiling stupidly, but I cut the slap fight short with another shot and another hand. Erica lost next, so she held her legs in the air and leaned back as she slid her shorts off, giving Zoe and me a beautiful view of her mound. She was even a little damp; looked like I wasn't the only one the game was getting to. Zoe lost the next hand. "Damn," she murmured, and then slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It slid off, and we were greeted to the beautiful sight of her bare breasts. Erica and I both squirmed a little at the sight of them; I tried to shift in such a way that my quickly growing erection wouldn't be visible, but Zoe at least certainly noticed. She shook them back and forth at me, so I reached out and tweaked a nipple, getting a soft moan out of her and a squeal out of Erica. Zoe dealt while Erica and I did another shot. The bottle was just about tapped now. I wound up losing that hand and, seeing no other alternative, stood up and shuffled out of my jeans. The girls clapped and cheered over my half erect tent in my boxers. Erica in particular seemed to be staring at me hungrily, wanting to see what I had to offer. I started teasing them by pulling down the front of my boxers, garnering more revelry from the peanut gallery, but stopped before I got to anything and sat back down. Zoe booed and threw the empty card case at me. Erica was really feeling the effects of the alcohol by now, judging from the grin plastered across her face that she couldn't seem to get to go away. She lost the next hand and started giggling as she stood up. "You're gonna have to earn the girls," she said coyly, cupping her breasts. She slowly slid her hands down her body, hooking her thumbs into her panties. She bent over as she pulled them down to step out of them, showing her ass off to the two of us. As she spun back around, her shaved pussy came into view, causing my already aroused self to start straining against my boxers. Her face changed to puzzled briefly as she looked at me, before she said "Zach, uh, I think your eyes are purple." "I think that's the tequila talking. I think it's saying you haven't had enough and need to finish it." I poured her a shot with the last of the bottle, and she downed it without hesitation. She shook her head. "I think you must have been right. Another hand!" I had a hard time concentrating on the game with all the bare flesh in front of me. My eyes kept ping-ponging between Zoe's amazing globes and Erica's tiny little snatch. I was so caught up in the two of them that I accidentally threw away a card I needed, leaving me with nothing. "Yes!" Zoe shouted, "Zach's the first one naked!" She and Erica fist bumped as I dropped my boxers to the floor. Erica's eyes widened as she saw what I came equipped with. While I may have been average in most every other regard, I had a substantial cock. It's normally a good ten inches long, and proportionately thick. But in my heightened state of arousal, I think it was nearing eleven inches. "Damn," Zoe murmured affectionately, "I think you're even bigger than normal." "Sit down, sit down!" Erica implored me. "This game is not yet over!" Erica, crestfallen, lost the next hand. She was one card away from a royal flush, but drew the wrong suit and got nothing. "That would have been so cool. Well, rules are rules." And with that, the bra came off, and her breasts came toppling out. Hers were almost as big as Zoe's despite her small frame, and her nipples were extremely pronounced. Zoe was now the only one with any clothes on, so Erica and I silently agreed this could not stand, and she dealt again. "Your ass is mine," she said from behind her cards. Erica laid down a full house, Zoe a three of a kind, but I managed only a pair. "Man Zach, you suck at this game!" Erica laughed. "You're already naked," Zoe said, "so I think you losing means you have to go down on the winner." "Are you sure?" I asked her. We'd never done anything like this before, and I absolutely didn't want to upset or hurt her, but she just gesticulated at her friend. "You heard the lady!" Erica shifted her hips forward and spread her legs apart, revealing herself to me as I crawled towards her. She was wet with arousal, and as I neared her sodden slit, the sweet, musky scent of her filled my head. I started kissing my way down her leg, and as I drew nearer to her she began to breathe heavily. A soft moan escaped her lips as I worked my way around her, avoiding her pussy and going back up the other leg. She started whining as I drew near again and, to make sure I didn't tease her a second time, she firmly grasped the back of my head, shoving me into her most private spot. My tongue flicked out, licking along her outer lips, continuing to taste her until I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I dug into her. She grunted with pleasure as I lashed her clit vigorously with my tongue. I heard a noise to my side, and lifted my head to see Zoe was thoroughly enjoying our show. She had one hand down her panties, and the other cupping a breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. I didn't watch for long because I didn't want to take much time away from my task. "Oh my god yes," Erica moaned deeply as I lapped at her. I brought up one of my hands and gently rubbed my finger along her entrance as I kept on her clit. When she had lubricated it sufficiently, I started to slowly slide my finger in. "Ohhh fuck," she hissed between clenched teeth as I penetrated her. For a moment I just waited, feeling her insides thrash around my finger. But then, as she started rocking her hips into my face, I started thrusting my finger into her. Her moans were growing louder and less controlled, and when a second finger found its way into her she lost it. She held my face tightly against her as she came, warm fluid coating my hand and face as I kept playing with her. I didn't stop until her back arched with one final spasm, and she collapsed backwards onto the floor. I withdrew my hand from her depths and brought it up to my mouth, savoring one last taste of her. I sidled over to Zoe, who was rubbing herself extremely enthusiastically, and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of our friend. Our tongues danced around in each other's mouths, mixing Erica's flavor with our own. When we broke apart, Erica wryly suggested, "Another game of cards, then?" "Fuck the cards," Zoe breathed as she pulled her panties off and threw them to the side. She crawled over to Erica, and the two of them embraced, kissing each other furiously. Zoe shoved Erica to the ground, climbing on top of her as she kissed. I now had two gorgeous pussies pointed right at me. Erica's, still wet and quivering from my prior assault on it, and Zoe's, which was soaked with her arousal. She didn't shave hers bare like Erica did, but she had a neatly trimmed triangle leading down into her pierced hood. Her clit was the only piercing she had on her body, but fuck did I love it. While the two kissed, I came up from behind them and buried my face into Zoe's sodden womanhood. She groaned in pleasure as I tugged lightly on her ring with my teeth; encouraged, I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her apart as I lapped at her sex. Erica, needing more, slid out from under her friend and knocked the two of us on our sides. "Eat me, Zoe," she whispered desperately as she wrapped her legs around Zoe's face. A bolt of ecstasy shot across her face as my girlfriend began to work. She swung her body down to meet mine, and in one movement took me into her mouth. A guttural groan escaped my lips as she worked my shaft. I kept my focus on eating Zoe's pussy, but the tiny blonde's attentions were starting to be too big of a distraction. I felt myself bump against the back of her throat, but after a deep breath she loosened up and kept going. "Ooh, fuck!" I grunted as she swallowed my manhood. She slid me farther and farther in until her tongue was licking my pelvis. I pulled away from Zoe to watch as Erica sucked me enthusiastically, making wet slurping noises while she traversed the length of my shaft. If she had kept that up much longer, I'd have blown my load right there. I eased her off of me, her mouth making an audible pop as I slid free from her. She was grinning from ear to ear while she wiped the drool off her face. Zoe untangled herself from her friend's groin, and lay spread-eagle on the floor in front of me. "Not fair, you two having all the fun. It's my turn." "Ooh!" Erica said excitedly. "I wanna put it in. Can I?" Zoe gestured at her crotch invitingly, so I moved into position while Erica took me in her hands. She jerked me a couple of times, and then positioned my cock over my girlfriend's dripping cunt. She slid me up and down Zoe's folds, the slick wetness causing me to twitch involuntarily. Finally, she pressed me to my girlfriend's tunnel, and slowly brought me forward into her. There was some resistance at first as she stretched to accommodate me, but soon my head was inside her. Erica released me to rub Zoe's clit, distracting her as I shoved inward. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as I impaled her sharply upon my shaft. I paused for a moment, savoring the feeling as her walls gripped me tightly, and then I began to thrust. Erica removed her hand from her friend's body to place it upon her own, rubbing herself needily as she watched my cock pound into Zoe's pussy. I grabbed the back of Erica's head, pulling her lips to mine. She moaned passionately as we kissed, our tongues dancing around each other. I reached down and replaced her hand, fingering her cunt while I pounded Zoe's. Both girls were writhing in pleasure, so I increased my pace, my thighs slapped wetly into Zoe's as our juices coated our bodies. Erica, still sensitive from earlier, came first, screaming into my mouth as she spasmed around my fingers. The sounds of her orgasm set Zoe off, and she arched her back as she came, her pussy tightening around me. The sight of them, coupled with the vice-like grip around my shaft, was too much for me. I pushed as deep into Zoe as I could as I came, spurting semen deep into her womb. I pumped out wave after wave of milk before I was finally depleted. When I pulled out of her, my cum started spilling out onto the floor, pooling beneath my exhausted girlfriend. Erica bent down and took me into her mouth again, cleaning me of the sperm and lady cum I was coated in. She sucked me hard, as if trying to see if there was anything left that I hadn't injected into Zoe. When that failed, she dove down into her friend's muff, slurping fluids out of her. Somehow, my erection hadn't faded, so while Erica attended to my girlfriend I moved around behind her. "Zoe," Erica breathed, "I'm going to fuck your boyfriend, okay?" "Go for it, girl," came the reply. With that, I plunged into her. Erica let out a squeal, her tiny cunt stretching around me as I filled her up. I could only get about a third of the way into her on the first attempt, so I pulled out to her entrance and thrust in again, deeper this time. Each time I drove into her she moaned, invigorating and encouraging me. As I came closer to bottoming out, she pressed her ass back into me, taking me in the rest of the way. Finally, fully enveloped, I started really going at her, reveling in the reactions I was causing in her tiny body. My balls slapped her clit rhythmically, getting the most delicious squeals out of her. The whole time, she was doing her best to keep her face buried in my girlfriend's snatch, and doing a good job judging from the look on Zoe's face. I started to feel her tighten up around me, and I knew she was getting close. I sped up, fucking her harder and faster, trying to get her over the edge. I took one hand off her waist and brought it to her ass, circling her pert little rosebud with my thumb. As my thumb invaded her asshole she came for the third time that night. She clenched down hard around me as she gushed, but I didn't let up. I could feel myself getting close, so I ravaged her hard even as she screamed and writhed in orgasmic joy. "Don't you dare pull out," she told me through gritted teeth. "I need to feel it in me." That was enough for me. One last pump and I let loose, spraying her walls with my fluids. I stayed deep within her as I came, filling her up completely. The sight of my orgasm was enough to push Zoe over the edge, and she went off like a rocket, howling in orgasmic bliss. Erica ceased her ministrations and simply watched my girlfriend spasm in delight. Exhausted and drained, I slipped out of Erica and collapsed onto the floor near where Zoe lay. Erica flopped down on my other side, and we laid there basking in the afterglow. "Holy fuck, guys," Erica said. "That was amazing. Why didn't I try to jump your bones sooner?" "No idea, hon," Zoe replied, absently running a hand down Erica's thigh. "I'd offered before but you kept turning me down." "And you, Zach," Erica directed at me, "how the fuck do you manage to hide that monster at work?" "It's not normally quite so impressive," I explained. "I don't know what got into me tonight." "I know what got into me!" Erica giggled. She gave me a quick kiss, then looked at my face. "Hey, your eyes aren't purple anymore." I looked to Zoe, who was still smiling widely from our tryst. "Hey hon, were my eyes purple tonight?" "Yeah," she responded sleepily, "kind of lavender." "Weird." I started yawning, and I noticed the girls both looking as beat as I felt. "Let's go to bed," I suggested. "That sounds great," came the reply. *** The changes happened gradually. When I woke up the next morning, Erica was snuggled in next to me, still snoring gently. Zoe had apparently beaten us up because she was nowhere to be found. I untangled myself from Erica and shuffled out to the kitchen, where I discovered Zoe at the stove, wearing an apron and nothing else. I sidled up behind her, placing my hands on her waist and kissing the nape of her neck. "Good morning," I murmured into her ear. "Morning, babe." She twisted her head around to give me a kiss. "I'm just making up some hangover food for breakfast. Sausage and hashbrowns sound good to you?" "Mm, sounds great," I said, as I slid my hands across her body. She was so fucking hot; even after all these years, touching her ebony skin still gave me a thrill. "Wanna help me while I make it?" She asked coyly, sliding my hand down between her legs. She purred as I massaged her gently, running a finger sensually through her valley. As I started speeding up, she arched her back, sticking her ass out at me. "C'mon Zach, I need you." I wasted no time in grabbing her waist with one hand while I positioned my cock with the other. I slowly pierced her, enjoying the sensation as she expanded to accommodate me. Soon I was all the way in, and I paused, delighting in her warmth while she tended to the food on the stove. Priorities, you know. Erica had made her way down the stairs right as I started to move. Her hair was askew, one side plastered to her head and the other sticking out, completely out of control. She hadn't bothered to put anything on either. "Don't mind me, you just keep right on," she said happily, pulling up a chair to watch. I pistoned in and out of my girlfriend while she cooked, squelching inside her with each thrust. I reached around to her front to play with her love button, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from her. "Don't come inside this time," she breathlessly told me, "I have to work today, and," she moaned before continuing, "can't go in all squicky." "Don't worry Zach, I got cleanup," Erica said. I could feel myself getting close, and when I felt her contracting around me I knew I was done. Hastily, I slipped out of her, my dick twitching furiously. Wasting no time, Erica leapt from her seat and wrapped her lips around me, right as I began to shoot. She gulped down my seed greedily as I came. Finally, when I had squirted my last, Erica released me, grinning stickily from ear to ear. "Thanks for the appetizer, what's for breakfast?" She asked perkily. "Hangover food," Zoe replied happily. We sat down at the table while Zoe dished us up a generous portion of sausage links and hash browns. It smelled divine. "Man, rockin' body, awesome pussy, and she cooks! You hit jackpot, Zach," Erica commented around a mouthful of potato. "Mm, this is just what I needed." I dug into mine as well, but something seemed off. It was tasteless, like I was eating paper. I looked around, and the girls were enjoying it immensely. I probably just drank too much last night and my senses were out of whack or something. It still smelled great, so I kept working on my portion, but each bite was sand in my mouth. I got through almost half of it before I couldn't do any more. "What's wrong babe?" Zoe asked me. "You've hardly touched your food." "Just not that hungry this morning. Probably drank too much." "I worry about you when you don't eat." She jabbed a fork at me pointedly. "I'm fine, don't worry. Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower, I gotta get ready for work." Zoe held up a finger while she chewed, and then when she finished informed me, "I gotta get dressed and roll when I'm done here. I showered before you two got up, so I'll probably be gone by the time you're done." I gave her a kiss, and implored her to have a good day. "I always do," she responded. One more kiss, and then I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I let the shower warm up while I brushed my teeth, and then got in, sighing heavily as the water washed over me. I was lathering up my hair when the bathroom door opened, and I saw a tiny blonde figure walk in. "Hey Zach," Erica said as she opened the glass shower door, "I need to get ready too. Mind if I join ya?" She didn't give me a chance to reply before she hopped in, sliding shut the door behind her. "I don't mind, but I don't know if Zoe would. I don't want to push my luck." "Ah, relax," she told me. "Zoe sent me up here to get ready. She said, 'Why don't you go join Zach in the shower? Water ain't free, and two people together use less than two separate. Or, y'know, more. Whatever.' Then she grinned at me. I think she's fine, man." "Well, all right then," I said as I closed my eyes to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. Almost immediately I felt a hand on my nethers, rubbing me into life. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" I asked as I finished rinsing. When I opened my eyes, she was on her knees, jerking me with both hands and looking up at me. Incubus Ale Ch. 01 "It's been awhile for me, and I don't know if this whole thing was a standing offer from Zoe or just a onetime thing. Either way, I intend to milk it for all it's worth, so to speak." She giggled at her terrible joke, as she often did, and then brought her head in close, kissing the tip lightly. Her tongue darted out, circling me with erotic slowness. Erica kissed me again, this time opening her mouth as my shaft touched her lips. Soon I was bumping into the back of her mouth. Like last night, she was undaunted, and made only a slight gagging noise as I slid past her tongue and down into her throat. She'd soon swallowed the entirety of my shaft, and she grinned at me around her mouthful of cock. I felt her hands on my ass then, groping at me while her head began to move. She sucked me off noisily, slurping with each bob of her head. Each time I penetrated her throat, a shiver of pleasure shot up my spine, and each time she pulled back, her tongue traced the length of me, savoring her throat juices mixed with my pre-cum. She released me with a pop and stood up to kiss me, but stopped when she looked at me. "Your eyes are lavender again, Zach," she said. "I have to say, now that I'm sober, it's kinda wigging me out." "I'll try to figure it out later," I growled. I wanted her. I wasn't going to focus on pointless bullshit. I grabbed her legs, and lifted her high off the ground, putting her ankles on my shoulders. "Oh holy shit," she squeaked as I thrust into her in one movement. Remorselessly I bounced her on top of my shaft, holding her in the air by her ass as I pounded her. Her head lolled back and she squealed each time my balls slapped her. I took her mouth in mine, kissing her fiercely as I pushed her against the wall. I quickened my pace, bouncing her legs in the air as I drove into her. Her inner walls squeezed me like a vice, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep this up. I needn't have worried though, because however turned on I may have been Erica more than matched me. Her body soon went rigid and she screamed, spasms wracking her body as she came. I felt a flood of fluid spray onto my chest, and the musky scent of our lovemaking filled my brain. Unrelentingly I fucked her. She writhed into me, still sensitive from coming, and I only worked harder, driving my shaft deep into her canal. She came again, shortly after the first, clenching down on me so tightly I thought I might break. "In or out," I growled through gritted teeth. "In!" She gasped urgently, tightly hugging me close to her. One last thrust and I came, spurting my spunk into her womb. My penis pulsed as I filled her with my milk, overflowing her body. She kissed me, twisting her tongue around mine as she spilled my seed onto the tub below. I tried to pull out of her, but she held me tight, pleading "Just a moment longer." I could still feel her spasm around me as I slowly softened inside her. She looked into my eyes, curiously. "They're fading back to normal," she said as she brought her legs back down. "I wonder what's going on with you." I pulled out of her, and a wet messy glob of semen followed, splattering on the floor of the tub. "Oh man," she moaned, "I'm going to be leaking you all day. You filled me close to bursting. I didn't even know it was possible to shoot that much." "We should actually get cleaned up for work," I said regretfully. "The water is starting to get cold." *** I barely made it to work before vomiting. I had started feeling queasy by the time we'd arrived at Erica's place so she could get into her uniform, and it only got worse as time went on. Once we finally got into the parking lot I told Erica to park and I ran out into the store, dashing towards the bathroom. "Where's the fire, Zach?" Jerry sarcastically asked me, but I ignored him. I slammed the door shut behind me, and barely made it to the toilet before saying goodbye to breakfast. My eyes watered and my throat burned as undigested hunks of food and bile splattered into the bowl. I felt much better after I finished retching. I wiped down the toilet so no one would have to use a vomit crusted commode, and I gargled some water from the sink to try to get the taste out of my mouth. When I was finally done, Erica and Jerry were waiting on the other side of the door for me. "You all right there, Zach?" Jerry asked me, curiously. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just drank too much last night. You know how it is." "Oh boy, do I ever!" Jerry laughed and clapped me on the back, nearly knocking me to the floor. "Well then, scoot your happy ass out of the way, it's my turn." The bathroom door locked with a click behind him. "Are you sure you're okay?" Erica was concerned. "Do you want me to get you anything? Tea, crackers, something?" I waved dismissively at her. "I'm totally fine. Come on, let's go take over the tills." Sandra usually operates the registers in the morning, doing paperwork in between helping the few customers that come in early in the day. It looked like it was another slow day, judging from the volume of papers she had stacked behind her. "Morning Zach, morning Zoe." She greeted us absently while she wrote. "Drink too much again Zach? Heard you all the way over here." "Yeah, something like that," I replied. For some reason, Sandra looked really sexy to me today. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face and her soft black hair. She was wearing a shirt today that was low cut enough that slight cleavage was visible when she bent over, and I kept glancing at those breasts as well. I just wanted to reach out and grab them, squeeze them, suckle them. "Okay, well, we're gonna get to work." Erica said to her, dragging me towards the back. "It looks slow today, so we're going to go help with stocking. Yell if you need us at the registers." When we got in the back room, Erica spun me towards her and studied me. "You were thinking our lovely boss looked sexy fine, weren't you?" She asked me intensely. I blushed. "What? No, come on. She's way older than me." "Your eyes," she said, pointing at them for emphasis, "they changed color again. And you started getting really intense, like you were this morning in the shower." Her face turned red as she recalled our earlier encounter. I could sense she was slightly aroused at the memory too; I could smell her musk in the air. I don't know how. "Stop it!" She slapped me in the face, and I suddenly felt a bit more clear headed. "I don't know what's going on, but your eyes are acting like a... sexual barometer or something. You gotta keep the head above your shoulders in control, instead of passing the reins to Little Zach. You are going to freak people out." "Yeah, okay," I breathed in reply. Keeping "Little Zach" out of the driver's seat proved to be a substantial challenge. While we worked on getting product onto the floor, I kept finding my attention being drawn towards Erica's tight little body, and I kept feeling an intense desire bubbling up inside me. It was like there was a bonfire in my chest, and it burned hotter whenever my focus wandered. A couple hours later, it was busy enough to where Sandra had us come up and operate the registers so she could go into her office and finish up her work. Life only got harder for me, as we had several attractive customers in a row. Nancy, a teacher at the high school, was doing some home improvement project. She was tall, lithe, busty, and today wearing a tank top that revealed way too much. I tried to do long division in my head. Lydia, Mrs. Smith's granddaughter, came in to have us mix up the paint they'd decided upon, and Mrs. Smith wasn't exaggerating in the slightest about her looks. She was of a pretty average height, but she had the most ridiculous body. Her breasts were huge, I'm talking letters you'd use for words like "fire truck" or "falafel" or "I want to fuck the shit out of those", and her ass was tremendous. She had fine auburn hair, swept up in an off center pony tail, and thick eyelashes that failed to conceal her intense hazel eyes. I felt my body start to flush again as she walked towards me. I needed her, I needed her now. I could take her, just throw her to the floor and start banging away. Would she let me? Do I care? "Wow, those are some crazy eyes," she said as she reached the register. "Those real?" "No," I bit out gruffly, "they're uh, mood change contacts." I could kick myself. That was stupid. "Oh wow!" She said, intrigued. "They have those?" "Yeah," Erica interjected, backing up my stupidity, "when he's feeling different emotions they reveal them to the world. Green for envy, blue for sadness, things like that." "Oh. So, what does lavender mean? What are you feeling right now?" I didn't know what to respond. I was probably going to blurt out something idiotic, but Erica saved me. "Hunger. Lavender means he's hungry, ain't cha Zach?" Lydia laughed at that, and then she and Erica went to go get paint mixed up. As they walked away, Erica shrugged at me, as if to say "It wasn't exactly a lie." She had a point, and a couple hours later even more of one; by the time my lunch arrived I was absolutely starving. I went to the burger joint across the street and got a couple of enormous cheeseburgers, a giant thing of fries, and a small soda. I lugged my haul to our break room and prepared for my feast. "Wow. Making up for breakfast?" Erica commented, walking past as she saw me unwrapping the first of my burgers. "You know it. Lost what little I took in, gotta replenish it." With that, I took a hearty bite and proceeded to gag. I couldn't swallow. It was like trying to eat cat litter, and it tasted like it had been used. I coughed as I spat the offending morsel back onto the coated paper wrapper. "Burger Palace not on their game, huh?" Erica joked, but her face was wrought with concern. "Yeah, must not be. Probably some new punk working the grill with no idea what he's doing." I stared at the burger mournfully. It looked delicious. I tried one of the fries next, and this time I couldn't even bring myself to take a bite. The second it was in my mouth my stomach twisted, as if grasped by a malevolent fist. "Guess I'm not that hungry after all," I muttered mournfully. "You want something to eat, Erica? I think I got too much." I left her to polish off the burgers and staggered over to the restroom. Lights on, door locked. When I looked in the mirror, the face that stared back at me was a little terrifying. I looked haggard, stressed, and yet somehow imperceptibly more attractive than I was before. Was that my imagination? Was the hunger getting the best of me? Or were the angles of my jaw more clearly defined? I flexed tentatively, and discovered I had visible muscles for the first time in several years. It couldn't be weight loss from not eating; I'd only missed a couple of meals. I pushed it out of my mind for the time being, splashing cold water on my face to try to bring me back to reality as a functioning human being. My lunch break was about over, so I started to leave the restroom to go clock back in for the second half of my shift. However, Sandra was standing on the other side, waiting for me. "My office, Zach," was all she said before walking away.