9 comments/ 84108 views/ 59 favorites Daddy's Little Succubus Vol. 01 By: vallen Volume 1: Erin's Inheritance My Grandma Marta, God rest her soul, was a FOX in her twenties! I set the dusty photograph back on the stack of old books where it had been lying and coughed for several seconds before catching my breath. I was standing in her attic. I had left the arguments of my extended family below stairs where they belonged. My cousins, uncles, and aunts all had very specific ideas of what Grandmother's earthly possessions were theirs by right. My parents had anticipated this particular storm the night she died; and displayed a practicality that would have made her proud. They simply stopped by her house after the service, picked up a few photo albums, books, and small trinkets, then rejoined everyone at the cemetery for the burial, simple! The only reason we were stuck here now was for show. Both of them were enthusiastically shrugging their shoulders and forming thoughtful "Hmmm" noises at the strange disappearances of familial heirlooms. After experiencing most of our extended family in one place for a period exceeding four hours, I could see why we had kept our visits to Marta apart from theirs. So while they bickered and fought over Grandma's ephemera, I had ascended the stairs to her attic. I lapsed into another coughing fit as I pulled a heavy drop cloth off a full-length mirror. When I recovered, I spent a good minute appreciating myself in it. Turning to the side I spoke to the dead air: "I don't need anything from you Grandmother, I think I have everything I need already." Tight ass, breasts of a firm and reasonable size, dark of hair and eye; I inherited enough from Grandma's genes via my mother. I smacked an ass cheek, just to hear the noise fill the empty attic. I promptly started coughing again as a cloud of dust rose from my freshly slapped ass. Stumbling through the maze of old furniture, books, and an assortment of antiquated but potentially dangerous rattraps, I was able to open a window and let some air in. I took a few big gulps before resuming my exploration of the attic. Books with names like "The Passion of the Secret Flame" and "Hand That Wields the Axe" sat on bookshelves that were little more than planks of wood with nails attached. Grandma had been frugal. If she could make it herself in twenty minutes with some sweat and elbow grease, she did. If it was obviously beyond her not considerable skills at nearly damn everything, she'd buy it without a second thought. She once told me: "Spend your time on things you know you are capable of doing, rather than those that'll just waste your time." I had responded by asking her what if you wasted time on something that paid off with unexpected dividends in the future? She thought about this for a good thirty seconds and said, "I've never been good with words," and left it at that. This is what happens when you give an eight-year-old free run of the family library and she picks an economics textbook as her bedtime story. I doubt Grandma even knew what "dividends" meant. I know I hadn't. The most interesting things in her attic that were least likely to poison, maim, or incapacitate were the books. I grabbed a few from a shelf, pulled a blanket out a trunk that appeared to be dust proof, and sat down on an old leather chair. The books were amusing old things, printed with ancient typefaces in latin and greek. Grandma didn't believe in light reading and had been an avid collector of the occult. She once joked that: "Most are junk, some have their uses, and only a handful are lethal." I'm not sure if she ever devised a system to sort these diverging categories from one another. I had secretly placed a bet with myself that "going quietly in her sleep" was code for "beaten to death by an old grandfather clock". Hey, the funeral was closed-casket. As I was getting up to make my way back downstairs, a black rectangle the size of a shoebox caught my eye. It had been stuffed into a corner of the trunk. It felt surprisingly light when I picked it up and set it on the chair. A bead of sweat ran down the center of my breasts as I undid the catches and opened it. On a bed of black velvet lay a phallus, a dildo, a COCK. Dark red, superbly detailed, and warm to the touch. I picked it up gingerly by its base and smelled it. If Grandma ever used this, she kept it exceptionally clean. It smelled new. The material felt like leather, but with no sign of any stitching having been done to put it together. A single unbroken sensuous surface. A note about my own sexual history: being an eighteen-year-old virgin is not uncommon, but within the social circles I frequented, it was a bit unusual. Given my level of attractiveness and significant sex drive, I had often wondered why I had decided to preserve my "virtue" as long as I had. I felt little attraction to my other teenaged brethren, male & female alike. My Father and my best friend Cory were the only people I had ever felt a deep, positive, and possibly carnal love. My Dad was obviously not an option; Cory had a girlfriend. Surreptitious purchases over the past year had secured me a few toys: three vibrators of varying sizes, nipple clamps, handcuffs, lubricants, several strap-ons, a ball-gag, rope, two cock rings, an anal massager, one whip, two pair rubber sheets, and an assortment of condoms. A small collection to be sure, but I had never owned or even seen a dildo so lifelike and virile as what I held in my hands. I needed to fuck my brains out with this thing. Before I gave myself time to think I was rotating the old mirror to face the chair, pulled off my panties, and had lain down. I pulled my black funeral dress up around my waist until I could see my well-trimmed bush in the mirror. Moisture, I don't know if its origin was the heat from the attic or my own arousal, made it glisten in the sunset spilling through the windows. I quickly pulled my substantial breasts out of my top and wrapped both hands around the shaft of my new best friend. "I'm so bad, playing with you like this," I whispered to the fiend in my hands, licking my lips. "It would be so easy for us to get caught together, I'm not so sure I wouldn't mind being caught. "Maybe by one of my better-looking cousins, gender non-specific. Or maybe by Daddy! Still dressed in his- Waitwaitwait. Stop. I had never thought of my dad like that before. OK, small lie, I had never seriously considered him as sexual partner. I'd always fantasized about an experienced man of similar build, attractiveness, and personality, but never: "I want to suck on Daddy's big cock and make him cum all over my face." I was too turned on to entertain these thoughts for very long before I opened my mouth and placed the head of the angry red phallus between my lips. It warmed to me immediately and I eagerly began to suck, pouring all of my arousal into doing a good job, as if I were pleasing a real man. I filled the attic with the sounds of a busty teenaged girl desperately trying to pleasure the most sizable and realistic fake cock she had ever clapped eyes on. It was hot in my hands, the warmth moving up from the base and into my mouth. It became a living thing; the fat mushroom head slippery with its own pre-cum. It dragged itself from my throat, so I could lavish the tip with all the affection my eager and inexperienced tongue could offer. It allowed me to worship it for several minutes until finally withdrawing from my oral embrace. Opening my eyes, I gazed at it lovingly. Red leathery skin glistened with saliva and it pulsed in my hand as if from the heartbeat of an absent body. I jerked my head forward to give it a quick lick before it lurched away from me, my hands were glued to the base, arms and shoulders enslaved to the desires of this beast. "You're so beautiful, I have never seen a cock like you, you are beyond exceptional, and you're fucking perfect!" I reasserted a small amount of control over my body, enough to bring it to my mouth again and kiss it like I might french kiss a real man. 'He', I had already come to think of it as a living person, shook with pleasure at this display of affection and pulled himself away from me at the last second, I think to keep from cumming too soon. "I want you to fuck me! I want to be your WHORE, your SLUT, and your fucking nasty girl! I want you to make me a woman!" I thought about Daddy fucking me again; forty-five years old and still a stud. Mom was always so happy the morning after I heard them going at it. I looked at my hands, no longer my own, in the thrall of this sex toy, wanting to press them against his chest as he mounted me, to feel his muscles flex as he penetrated his own daughter. The monstrous toy slid itself down my body until its head rested against my moist pussy lips. "Fuck me Daddy!" I whispered to it. The cock throbbed in response; I watched the muscles in my wrists tense as He began sliding himself inside me. I don't know how nobody heard me scream my head off. My screams increased in pitch and volume as the shaft buried itself deeper and deeper in me with each thrust. When I was fully penetrated He held himself inside me while I rode out a series of orgasms; obviously enjoying the pleasure my pussy was giving his fat shaft. I had never felt so stuffed before. As soon as He felt my orgasms winding down I could feel him shifting through my hands; grinding his shaft ever so slightly deeper inside me, pushing me closer to another climax, but not letting me achieve it. "Please stop! No more teasing, I need you to FUCK ME DADDY! PLEASE!" He obliged and I felt fear as my arms withdrew the "toy" from my vagina. It dripped with my juices and looked much larger, as if it had grown. I'm half-naked in my dead grandmother's attic, mind and body enslaved to an obviously magical cock that was about to fuck my brains out. This was not how I had planned to spend my Saturday evening. The cock drove all further musings from my mind with another pump, this time not stopping to enjoy the scenery that only a tight virgin pussy can provide, but withdrawing and revisiting it in a piston-like fashion that made me think of industrial machinery. It felt glorious. "YES! I love how your cock feels inside me! You're fucking me so GOOD! Yes, yes, YES! I want you to be my Daddy! I wish he were here so he could fuck me like you're fucking me!" My new best friend began to bore deeper with each of his thrusts; my arms and shoulders ached with the sustained effort." More please! I want YOUR CUM! Can you cum for me stud? Do you have a big load all saved up for me inside that fat shaft of yours? Daddy? OH, DADDY!" He came for me on 'Daddy' like he was waiting for it. He released my hands and they dropped to my sides as the first spurts of semen began to coat my walls. No longer requiring my body to fuck me, invisible hands grabbed my ankles bringing my legs up to my shoulders, and a disembodied mouth found mine. Warm lips preceded a powerful tongue that stifled the cries his perfect tool was creating. I could suddenly hear and feel the SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, of flesh impacting mine, an enormous ball sack slapping against my asshole with each titanic thrust. He had released my mouth and was muttering in some language I couldn't place. My body had been aflutter with unfamiliar sensations, and two had passed me by until this moment: two circular nubs being pressed against my breasts. 'He' must have been reading my thoughts at this point because the invisible body shifted and one of the nubs pressed into my mouth. I naturally began to suck, and my assumptions rapidly readjusted themselves as I climaxed again. I was screaming around the nipple, and swallowing a substance akin to honey; if honey was an aphrodesiac. It had no after-taste and its sweetness was light, almost creamy. With each swallow I felt a suffusion of warmth ignite nerve-endings I wasn't aware I had. The walls of my pussy felt every ridge and vein of her beautiful cock. The softness of her tit flesh that pressed against my own face was silk. Two strong feminine hands massaged my breasts in a way that suggested much practice. "Yyyeessss," a voice hissed in my ear. "Look in the mirror, Granddaughter dear." I looked, and then screamed. An ass that mirrored the one I had seen earlier, my own, was pumping into my pelvis with deep rhythmic strokes. Shapely legs that promised an eternity of sinful pleasures strained with exertion. Breasts so large I could see the curves of them peeking around her body like a pair of crescent moons. Hair, black as midnight, fell to her waist. Two small wings were folded up, cradled in the pale skin of her upper back. A pointed tail trailed through the air, arcing sensuously. "Now look AT ME!" From the time it took to move my eyes from the mirror to the space above me, my Grandmother appeared, but not my Grandmother. This was like her picture, sensuous, confident, sans giant cock, wings, and tail. She pulled the breast from my mouth with a plop, and I watched her honey dribble down the curve of the magnificent orb to spatter against my own. She lowered my legs and slowed the pace of her penetration to a crawl, and smiled down at me with pointed teeth. "Are you enjoying yourself dear Erin?" "Yeess, Oh god YES! I've never felt like this before Grandma! I love your cock, I LOVE YOU, please don't stop! I need you to keep FUCKING ME!" My voice was desperation as I tried to grab her hips, to force more dick in me. She deftly held me in place however, stopping her movements entirely, and brought her mouth down to meet mine. Her tongue was softness and warmth unlike anything I had ever had. "Mmmm!" was all I managed before she stopped our kiss and pressed her mouth against my cheek. "It takes a lot of energy to manifest a visible body for your eyes to feast on, sweet pea, so we'll have to make this quick, or I won't be able to give you your full and proper inheritance!" Despite her worries about dwindling energies, she kissed me again, full on the mouth. We frenched for what seemed like forever, her nipples pumping out small amounts of honey onto my naked body. She thrust into me a few times and we both shared a small orgasm together. My hungry pussy vacuumed up her emission, my cunt walls absorbing it somehow. She purred and sat up placing hands on my chest in a pose that erotically pressed her breasts together. "Now, down to business. I am dead, just so you know. But I left a small part of my spirit behind, imbued in this phallus," I moaned as her hips ground into me. "Part of your inheritance is this dalliance we're having together, the pleasure that Marta gave so many girls in her prime I wanted to give to you. Since you look so much like me, this is the closest I can ever come to fucking myself." This teasing was almost too much for me to take, the image of my super-sexy busty Grandmother combined with the cock of a superman. "In my lifetime I was a Witch, Succubus, and a stand-in for several powerful Incubi. Over my lifetime I've perfected several different types of sex magick. One of which you're enjoying right now. This Member has several unique abilities, some of which shall be passed on to you, some won't. I gift them to you so that You may someday gift them to Your offspring, or Grandchildren. This," she gestured to the Member, "is my gift to you now. As with all magickal gifts, it has responsibilities, but I trust that you shall handle them with ease." I moaned at this, I'm receiving this cock as a gift?! But, Grandma, I don't know, I mean...a c-cock? On me, I'm not sure if I want this, I don't want to be a boy, I wa-" "This gift is NON-NEGOTIABLE sweet thing, you should have thought better before you decided to SUCK GRANDMA'S COCK!" She pulled her impressive length out of my tired vagina, and pressed the head against my lips. She penetrated my mouth, and I gagged as the length was forced into my throat. "Mmmm...you were saying something dearest, before I revealed myself, fantasizing about your Father weren't you? Well we're going to play a little game. You call me 'Daddy', and I will call you..." she paused and a wave of heat hit me as I opened my eyes. I stared at the root of Grandma's phallus, now covered in curly brown hair, my eyes ascended over a rock-hard six pack, lovely biceps, and hit a masculine chin covered in stubble. My eyes met Hers (His?) as the sentence concluded in the sexy baritone my Daddy employed when trying to talk my mother into bed. ".....Daddy's SLUT!" His smile turned into something rapturous as he came in my mouth, my Daddy pumping a load of jizz down his darling daughter's throat. He pulled out, and a few spurts landed on my neck and breasts as he moved southwards to defile me the way I've always secretly wanted him to. He pushed himself between my lips and stopped to examine me for a moment. I was covered in sweat, cum, and sex-honey from Grandma's enormous boobs. Muscles rippled as he leaned forward to kiss my mouth, impossibly masculine, smelling like aftershave. His embrace was fierce, like a lion claiming its mate. He licked the semen from my neck, the honey off my breasts, and licked excess from his lips. "Will you be good for me, Erin? Will you be a good little whore for Daddy?" "Yes Daddy!" I said. He brought one hand to my cheek and cupped my face; I licked his palm like the good little kitten I was. "That's all I needed to hear, I love you baby!" The kindness in his face was replaced with wanton lust, both hands wrapped around my hips, and with a bellow that sounded more animal than human, my father penetrated me for the first time. Stars exploded inside my head. The teasing interruptions of earlier filled with tedious dialogue and explanation were gone. Daddy filled every corner of my mind with his presence, our bodies slammed together and we rutted like animals. Words like "dirty bitch", "whore", and "cunt" were hissed in my ear. "I have one more very special load for you, DAUGHTER! A gift from your Grandmother!" "Give me your seed DADDY!" I screamed into his ear. "Give your Daughter what she needs!" My nails dug into his muscular back as he came, screaming into my mouth as he kissed me. His cream felt unnaturally thick. It adhered to the walls of my pussy and formed a sticky layer that seemed to be warming in time with friction of his pumping. Without warning, Daddy's corporeal form disappeared and left me grasping air. The member had stopped, poised at the entrance to my pussy. I watched as it flexed itself one last time and then slid all the way inside me. Pushing itself deep until my cunt lips closed over the base until it disappeared. "Aaaaauuuggghhhhh!" I screamed, perhaps realizing the implications, but not caring. His shaft squirmed in the bed of semen it had made for itself, forcing me to cum again, crying out for my daddy. It began to pulse in time with my already racing heartbeat. Each pulse carrying a wave of pleasure from that spread throughout my body. The only thing I remembered before I passed out was the grinning image of my Grandmother, watching me from the mirror, laughing. Daddy's Little Succubus Vol. 02 (Many thanks to those who commented so favorably on Volume the first. I'm hard at work on Volume 3. If you want more updates on my work and where I'm at in the creative process, check out my blog or twitter feed! Enjoy Volume 2! ^_^) Volume 2: Erin's Transformation I woke up slowly in the middle of my soft queen-sized bed, sheets tucked around my naked body like a cocoon, blinds on the window letting in a small amount of golden morning light. Memories of yesterday afternoon broke against my consciousness like waves crashing against the seashore: my mouth tasting the hardness of a man for the first time, that same hardness being forced between my shapely legs. Having those legs thrown over his shoulders so he could fuck me nice and deep. The image of a disembodied magical cock disappearing inside my body and my pussy lips closing over it, sealing it inside me. Did I dream that this cock was attached to my father at one point? And my grandmother? Who happens to be dead by the way? I remembered waking up in the darkened attic, smelling of sex and sweat. Mom and Dad had been calling my cell for twenty minutes; both of them ready to leave. I answered their calls, voice shaky, and told them where I was and that I'd be down in a minute. I hit the bathroom first thing and spent twenty minutes attempting to re-align my scent away from 'nineteenth century whorehouse' to Irish Spring. They swallowed my story that I had been napping and chalked up my appearance to the filthiness of the attic. Neither could understand how I actually napped up there. The memories seemed unimportant now. My fingers were sliding easily into my weeping pussy. I ran my other hand over my thighs, tummy, and breasts; pinching my nipples and trying not to moan too loudly lest my parents hear. I frigged myself for less than five minutes before climaxing quietly and settling down for another few minutes sleep before I got up and had a shower. You'd think that after having the most athletic, erotic, and pleasurable sexual experience of my adult life I might feel a little sore or just be downright exhausted. Nothing could be further from the truth, I felt good. Really good. I checked myself out in our bathrooms full-length mirror after exiting the shower. A dripping wet eighteen-year-old S-L-U-T stared back at me. I looked so yummy, I wanted to eat myself, or have someone eat me. Thankfully it was Saturday. My parents had gotten up early for their morning walk, much to my mothers chagrin no doubt. Dad insists on at least one early morning walk for them during the week. Despite loving having that time together, my mom is resistant to the idea of rising before 8AM. The only way Dad's able to get her out of bed some mornings is by threatening to withhold sex. A threat of withholding sex from my mother is not a 'stick' per se, merely a cleverly disguised carrot. If she indulges my father's walking habit, he pleases her with his carrot. Part of me wanted to try and forget about the previous day, the lustful thoughts surrounding my father, and the strange memories of my grandmother's ghost. I decided to drop by and visit my best friend Cory. Cory and I had been friends for most of our teenage lives. Both of our parents followed similar home schooling curricula. So we had hung out in the same small social circles as we were growing up. The past few years had been good to his body. If it hadn't been for his annoyingly healthy relationship with another girl in our homeschool group, Cindy, I'm sure I would have taken him deep inside of me by now. Knocking on his front door got me nothing. Walking around to his fenced in backyard found me everything. Cory in a pair of swim trunks. Yard work! I rubbed my thighs together and wondered what his skin tasted like. He had always been cute. God what a butt! That butt had been circling my mind like a small moon in the time it had taken me to walk the four blocks to his house, I badly wanted a bite. "Heya Stud!" he turned, surprised, putting down his shovel and slipping off some work gloves as he walked towards me grinning. "Hey yourself Error!" I squinted up at him, scrambling to rearrange my lustful gaze into some vague approximation of stink-eye at the lame pun on my name. I failed, grinning up at him and placing one hand on his muscular chest. Yum. "You wanna go inside for a bit Cor? Cool off, hang out." Fuck your best friend until she claws the skin off your back? I almost said that last part. Oops. "I really need to finish this yard work-" "C'mon good lookin, just a quick break, nobody will know, your mom isn't home right?" "Yeah, she's not home for a few hours, I'm leaving for work before she gets back and-" I place my right hand over my heart, a bit closer to my boob than necessary and proclaim in mock honesty: "I, Erin, do solemnly swear not to keep you from your oh-so-important work, for more than twenty minutes starting right now!" I look down at my bare wrist pretending to examine a fictitious watch. He still looks unsure. I look him straight in the eye and lick my lips, slowly. My left hand is behind my back. He grunts as he observes this, his eyes leave mine and unfocus to stare briefly into nothing before reacquiring my face. I look down and observe a more than modest tent in his trunks, with a small dark spot where the tip of his cock should be. I reach out and wrap my hand around my best friend's bulge, a bulge that dwarfs my tiny hand and appears to be at least as sizable as Grandmother's Magically Disappearing Dildo. "So it's decided then, we're going to go inside for about twenty minutes, and take a break together, won't we Cory?" My voice sounds like honey, Cory has no objections. I lick my lips again and observe him, his eyes are lidded, and his body is tensed in a way that suggests he could spring into action at any moment. Perhaps using those lovely muscles to rip my clothes from my body and take me on the grass. I want to lick the curve of his neck where I can see a tendon jerk as his jaw clenches and unclenches. He wants to take me, he WILL take me. He's a force of nature waiting to be unleashed and all it takes is a signal or gesture from me to do so. I motion him to go inside, I don't need words to control him. He's my boy now. His body and mind are instruments, and I am Michael-fucking-Kamen. I watch his sumptuous ass as we walk. I bring my left hand from behind my back and look at my crossed fingers. I'm going to be such a bad girl tonight. The moment we're inside I order him to call in sick and he does so, convincingly, and then looks to me for further instruction. I signal for him to wait and climb the stairs to his room, stripping off my shirt and bra as I do, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. I don't look to see if he's watching me. I can feel him in my mind: he's focused completely on me. I round the corner at the top of the stairs and enter his room. The bed is big and comfy like mine. We had bonded on this bed over the years, platonically. Eaten junk food, watched bad movies, all the normal teenage stuff. Now we're going to bond even further. I peeled off my last few layers and got comfortable before calling for him. Within seconds he had pounded up the stairs and was standing in the doorway. I crook a finger and he pads (his steps are eerily silent) to my feet and climbs on the bed, cock still noticeably tenting his trunks. I make a gesture and he whips them off to expose himself to me. A thick trunk of young flesh sprouts from a curly-haired bush. His balls look full. I moan and open my legs for him. I've barely gotten the mental command for "cunningulus" formed in my head before his mouth has made aggressive contact with my clit. I desperately grip the sheets as he begins to devour me. "Oh Cory, I love you so much! I've wanted you for so long! I never thought I'd have you like this- OH!" His fingers start working my g-spot with intensity; it's not long before I'm pulled over the edge. "I'M CUMMING FOR YOU COR!" I scream as my thighs lock his head in place and I hump my cunt against it. I can see his face turning red. I feel the muscles in his neck, the ones I wanted to lick, tense as he tries to prevent me from snapping his neck or suffocating him with my thighs. I calm down enough that neither of these things happens. I push him away from me and breathe deeply for a minute, watching him. His face is wet from me and the sheets are damp. I purr for a moment and bask in the afterglow of the pleasure he just gave me. I had secretly wanted this moment for years, and I had suppressed my obvious attraction to Cory until this moment. Now that my fantasies were coming true, I felt unsatisfied. His mind was in my thrall, he hadn't come to me willingly, I had just used some fancy mental voodoo. This was a bother. I maneuvered him onto his back until his delicious cock was sticking straight up. I gripped it in one hand, just as big as my first "man", and squeezed him. His body reacted beautifully. He groaned, muscles flexed, and his juices made my hand wet. I spit on the head and spread it around with my thumb. I used the lubrication to slide my hand up and down his meaty phallus, jerking my best friend's big cock. A couple of minutes of this has him close enough to the brink of ejaculation that I felt comfortable "releasing" his thoughts from the track I had locked them into and giving up a portion of my control. I watched his eyes as his conscious mind caught up to the situation. "Oh god Erin! What are we doing? I have a girlfriend! How can I tell her about this?" I laughed at his feeble protests. "Shall I answer you chronologically? First: we're fucking, or at least fulfilling all the proper pretexts before a good and proper fucking can take place. Second: who better than your best friend to deflower you. I know you're still a virgin Cor. Third: I can tell her for you, I do have a talented tongue". I swirled that tongue around the head of his fat penis, and he trembled for me like a tree in a high wind. "I had my cherry taken yesterday Cory, at my grandmothers house after the funeral. I found a dildo in her attic, in a box that was hidden away where nobody could find it. I fucked myself for hours, and I've felt different ever since. I can't stop thinking about sex! I want it. I want you, and you are going to give me what I want." I took him in my mouth suddenly, sliding my lips along his length until I could press my nose against his pubes. I feel triumphant when the screams start and his cum splashes against my throat and backs up into my mouth. I pull myself upwards until only the head remains. I suck on it. Hard. Another salvo of creamy seed plays epilogue to more screams. I swallow it easily and my arousal spikes when his spunk hits my tummy. I feel his life bursting out of my pores. Cory looks drained. Like he just ran twenty miles in the hot sun. I don't care though. I climb up his muscular body and press my lips to his. We share our first kiss together and I whimper when his tongue meets mine. I've straddled him, my pussy lips are pressed against his limp shaft, and I desperately want him to take me. I coo in his ear: "MORE, Cory, I need more of you baby, can you spare another load of cream for Erin's pussy?" I wiggle my hips enthusiastically. His voice is hoarse when he answers me: "Anything you want baby, I'll do. I want to please you. My only wish is to please you." "I have only one wish," I lick that little curve in his neck I've been eyeing for the past hour, "I want you to fuck me like the nasty whore I am. I want you to split your best friends cunt open with that big rod, can you do that for me?" His reaction is violent and immediate. It makes me wonder if my new sexual superpowers are more potent than I thought. His eyes snap open from their lidded and sleepy repose; a growl emanates from his throat. The term of endearment that followed the growl is infused with a kind of fire that Cory had never possessed before: "Bitch!" If Time could be brought to testify upon her* observations of the moments previous, she would have likened his muscles to limp noodles. My newly minted mental powers performed a kind of alchemy on his physiology. I turned my carnally inexperienced best friend into a Wonder Stud (the capitol letters are important) in less time than it took you to read this sentence. *Because Time is female. Those limp noodles became iron. My perspective violently shifts and I'm bent over across his lap with his renewed cock poking my tummy before I have time to think any further. SLAP! The force of his hand impacting my ass propels me into a sexual frenzy. I scream my orgasm into a pillow when his hand finds my tush again. "You dirty fucking whore!" SLAP! More screams from me. "My whore!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I'm practically and functionally incoherent by this point. He pushes me off him and steps away for a moment. I'm still discombobulated when I feel myself being bent over the bed, with my feet on the floor and pert ass in the air. I hear a "thwip" noise and my arms are forced behind my back at an angle that is painfully erotic. Cool leather is wrapped around my wrists, and I suddenly realize he's using his belt to tie me up! I open my mouth to express an excessive amount of approval (just like a good little slut should) when an article of clothing is rudely stuffed inside it. My panties! This bodes well. I'm distracted from these observations as my best friend Cory grabs my hips with his oh-so-lovely hands and penetrates me even more viciously than the phantom cock did yesterday. My pussy is ecstatic. Tears are streaming down my face as he begins to pound me. Filling me with his hardness, withdrawing, and filling me up again. I'm screaming into my panties, begging for him not to stop. Like a gentleman, he obliges. SLAP! "Mmmmffff!" I scream, to let him know he's doing a good job. "You like that, don't you whore?" Yes, I certainly do. His hands slide up and over my ass, touching my trapped arms briefly before reaching around to cup my tits. He's leaned over so he can whisper dirty things in my ears as he pounds me and I love it. I can feel his balls slapping against my clit, it's pushing me over the edge. I reach out with my mind and give him a little push over the edge too. "YOU BBBIIITTCCHHH!" he screams when we climax together, my cunt tightening around his member like a vise; holding him deep inside me as he ejaculates. It's more voluminous than before and my cunny doesn't waste an ounce. Some new inner part of my anatomy has wrapped itself around his head like a pair of really plush lips and sucks his jizz deeper inside me. When he finally stops thrashing, my pussy relaxes and lets him pull out. I'm soaked in our sweat, exhausted, and more sore than I was yesterday. I'm basking in yummy delicious sexy afterglow when I feel something warm splash against my ass. It startles me enough that I jump and attempt to roll over before a firm hand on my neck stops me. I feel my ass being spread apart and more lube administered. I squeal as a finger is inserted to test elasticity and then withdrawn. I'm whimpering into my panties when they're pulled from my mouth and the demonic sound of my best friend turned-lover-turned-fucktoy-turned-Dom addresses me: "I've wanted your pretty little ass for a long time. Do you want to please me Slave?" A SLAP! Is administered to my oiled cheeks. "Yes S-Sir!" I stutter. "Please Sir, I want you to have my ass, all of me belongs to you forever if you'll just FUCK ME IN THE ASS RIGHT NOW!" The pain and intensity of surrendering my ass to my best friends cock is exquisite. It breaks me in two and shatters those two into four into eight, sixteen, thirty-two. I scream myself hoarse with proclamations of love, hate, lust and promises of painful reciprocation if he ever dares untie me. "I'm going to fill that pretty little ass of yours up with my fucking cum!" He finishes by pumping another load of goo into my butt, and a similar pair of inner lips is there to squeeze every last drop from his penis. He withdraws his beautiful tool from me with a plop and collapses. A minute of patient struggling on my part frees me from his belt. I look over at him, expecting to see the triumphant face of my best friend cum lover. He looks awful. His skin is pale and the muscle of his arms and chest have deteriorated. His cock still looks so juicy though... I shake myself out of yet another lustful fantasy and bring him some fluids. I get a washcloth and some hot water so I can bathe him. I shove a few multivitamins down his throat and I make sure that any lustful alterations I might have made to his consciousness are reverted. On an impulse I shove one of my nipples into his mouth let him suck for a few minutes. His lips siphon off a syrupy honey-like substance from my boobs and I let him swallow several mouthfuls before I pull them away. The lights are off, the blinds are closed, I've shut his door and I'm standing outside. I pad down the hallway to the bathroom and lock it behind me. Did I do that? I did, didn't I? That was I. It all has something to-do with that stupid dildo! I smack the bathroom counter with my fist and look in the mirror. My skin looks clearer than it did a few hours ago. My breasts...are bigger. I cup them with my hands; my hands haven't gotten any smaller so yes, boobs grew a little bit. I can spot different muscle groups in my legs and abs that appear to be more toned than I remember. All-in-all, I look quite fetching. Well, more fetching. Before I have time to connect the prurient mental dots, my world tilts sideways. I lurch forward and grasp the counter, feet firmly astride planet earth, and my head somewhere else entirely. Closing my eyes I take several deep breaths and wait for everything to right itself. I feel a drop of sweat leave the jungle of my lovely dark hair and follow the path of my jaw line before dripping off my chin. A fire is burning inside my belly. Snaking out to infect every nerve, touch every muscle. No part of my anatomy is safe, it's a heat that spreads and spreads until I'm afraid I might burst into flame if I open my eyes. My heart thumps furiously, each pulse making the heat spike just a little higher than before. I can't feel the counter. I can't feel the floor. Nothing but the heat. I feel like I'm breathing steam, I'm not sure how long it lasts. I find a breath of cool air and it slams into my stomach like a cannonball. Tears pierce the barrier of my tightly closed eyes and I fearfully exhale that preciously cool cloud, afraid I might never feel another. My cheek is pressed to something soft, the bathroom rug? I've fallen and not noticed. I begin to coo as the uncomfortable sensations recede and are replaced by a gentle concentrated heat in my groin area. I begin to massage my tummy gently, and many minutes pass before I realize I'm not alone in the room. Hot breath on my thighs makes me quiver, and the talented application of a mouth to my pussy makes me moan. "Mmmm. Ooohhhh!" I yowl like a cat on a fence, pushing myself against the sweet mouth that's pulling me towards a well-deserved release. I feel like I'm about to be thrown off a cliff above a lush Amazonian rain forest and float to the bottom as the world's happiest floating thing. Matters improve greatly as two feminine fingers slip inside me and start searching for my g-spot. "Yes, yes, yes! Please don't stop, I love what your mouth is doing to me!" The mouth hums in response making my back arch as my oversensitive clitoris absorbs the good vibes. Finally, I open my eyes, eager to meet my carnal benefactor. Part of me expected a resurrected Cory, unable to keep away from me. I'm met instead with a face black as midnight; black as to be almost purple. The face is familiar, the curves of her body sublime, her eyes and hair a pure albino white. I try to speak, and my dry mouth manages a weak "Who-?" Daddy's Little Succubus Vol. 02 She breaks the wrestling lock she has on my clit and smiles at me. Her chin is wet and her teeth pointed. I notice that her eyes contain no iris, just two white spheres that see everything. "You," she says, and a sensuously long tongue extends from a pair of slate-colored lips. The tongue is bubble gum pink, and she wields it well. She rubs it against the inside of my labia, tracing tiny circles whose apex stops just below my clit. My back arcs in an earnest attempt to suffocate her. She teases me like this for many minutes until I'm given the freedom I crave. Her bubble gum tongue shoves me off that cliff and my body cries out in pure radiant joy, buffeted by warm air as I float gracefully down to touch the earth. (This brief period of weightlessness gives me time to connect the dots: this girl is a mirror image of myself, and getting fucked by a decidedly oddly colored mirror image of yourself is hardly the weirdest thing that's happened to me within the past day. Given that she probably won't be willing to answer any of my questions while I'm trying to shove my cunt halfway down her throat, I elect to ignore her unexpected entrance into the narrative entirely, and assist her in the task she seems determined to fulfill, i.e. fucking my brains out.) Barely a moment after hitting earth "my" mouth is at my clit again, sucking diligently. I watch her cheeks as they collapse and expand with each sweet repetitious suck. Those pure white eyes bore into mine. I can feel her in my thoughts crowding me, trying to fill me up with a part of her, or acquainting me with a new part of me. It is all too damn confusing and beside the point, I do my best to encourage her to push me over the edge again with my screams. PUSH Says a voice that starts between my ears and seems to end everywhere, a big bang on a small scale. A spark in my mind that balloons to fill everything with one simple idea: PUSH Strong hands grasp my wrists; the contrast of her midnight skin against mine makes me want to lick her fingers. She guides my hands, tracing a contour of my body I've never felt before. A hard cylindrical shape that starts right below my belly button and ends near where my clit is located. It feels like I've got a hot dog stuffed inside me. A hot dog? Uh-oh. I begin to squirm, simultaneously scared and excited at this not-quite-unexpected turn of events. "Don't you dare, don't you pull that thing out of me! I didn't ask for this!" Her cheeks suck inwards and stay there. Another orgasm overwhelms me and my pussy ejaculates a stream of cum that coats her chin and torso. I can see it dripping off her tits. PUSH This time I feel the word in my bones. She's not saying the word to me: she's talking to my body. Making friends with my nervous system and commanding it to do her nefariously sexy bidding. My hands begin to involuntary massage my new penis through my tummy and I start to mewl at the unfamiliar feelings sweeping through me. I can feel it shifting within. I'm manipulating the loose skin around the hardness of the shaft, sliding it around through the layer of skin that is my cute tummy and it feels SO fucking good. Slowly. Imperceptibly. Like a glacier, it begins to move. Her cheeks suck themselves further in, and it occurs to me that this mirror image of myself may not have to breathe. My hands have moved to her pretty little head, and she makes no attempt to dislodge them. My stomach muscles are drawn taught as I curve my body upwards so I can watch and maintain a grip on my lover's albino locks. My gaze is divided between the implacable pale liquid pools of her eyes and the path that my member is tracing towards the exit. PUSH Says she to my tight little eighteen-year-old bod and it can't help but respond, she's me. The member is hot and squirming underneath my skin. My devilish double's constant suction has brought the head to a point where it's resting just behind my clit. I grip her tighter, tired of all this torture and scream: "Suck it! Suck my big dick right out of me or you'll be sorry!" Her eyes widen as I lace my hands around the back of her neck and sling my legs over her shoulders, determined to get this over with! Sweat is pouring off me and I'm pushing as hard as I can, its almost there! "Do it," I whisper, "you fucking do it right now! RIGHT NOW!" One of her hands is back to manipulating my pussy, toying with my g-spot, and making 'come hither' motions with her fingers. The other slides up my body, her palm becoming damp with my sweat, until she stops at one of my boobs and pinches my nipple. That's it, I realize, I'm broken. Every muscle in my body tenses as I am suffused with unearthly pleasure. I feel the head of my penis hit the open air for the first time, emerging from its sheath to fill out and exist as my new functioning clitoris. My doppelganger stops to take a breath and a draft of frigidly cool air hits the mushroom head, making me cry out in shock. She quickly reattaches herself to my body, pretty mouth stretching around what I already know to be a massive phallus. Her pale eyes widen as I manage to push another few inches out with a grunt, pressing my lips together and concentrating, finally recognizing the new muscles that control this thing. She makes a noise that sounds like "Mm?" and gags, as I'm able to expel more of it than she obviously thought I could. With a noise that sounds like "schloop", my new cock is born, penetrating the sweet mouth of my doublemint twin and coming to rest deep within her throat. She's gagging on the sudden invasion of my genitalia, and I lace my fingers around the back of her head so she can't pull away. An evil grin perches itself on my lips, and she cries out as I flex my new muscle within the confines of her throat. Tears stand out against her cheeks, the effort of taking my full girth apparently taxing her supernatural skills. I hear a growl from the doorway and see Cory stroking a resurrected erection. I twitch an eyebrow at him and he disappears for a moment. I wink at my newly found friend and she squirms in my grip, unable to escape. He reappears a moment later and squirts a generous amount of lube onto her black ass. She's really screaming now, and the vibrations are making the hyper sensitive skin of my new cock feel incredible. He's knelt behind her and I get to watch my best friend penetrate a perfect replica of my own ass. I laugh evilly as she writhes in both of our grips. More tears escape her eyes as I tighten mine, and begin to fuck my face.