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Fancy

By: Richard Donnehy



Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?

- Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2

*

Why did my life take the improbable turn that it did? I can tell you the answer to that: it was fancy. Begotten in the eyes, Shakespeare said. In my case, I'd say it was a different part of the anatomy. Her anatomy. Her -- I'm trying to be quite honest here -- big, mature arse. Now you're thinking I'm crude, to be referring to her in these terms; and maybe I am. But I loved her. Still do. Get that straight. So if you're maybe thinking this is going to be one of those stories by a nasty-minded tosser, obsessing and gloating about how he could order a woman around sexually -- well, that's not it at all. On the other hand, it wasn't what you'd call a normal boy-meets-girl scenario either. Far from normal. Some people, I suppose, still find it perverted. I just want you to understand that when fancy strikes you, everything can change. And fancy doesn't follow any rules. 

* * *

My name is Derek. I grew up in a working-class neighbourhood in Sheffield. My dad was a skilled machinist in a steel mill. My mum was my mum. That's what most women were back then, at least in our part of Sheffield, at least if they had a husband working. Given my background, the only things I can point to that were unusual about me, as I was growing up, was that I did well in school (most of my schoolmates never cracked a book if a teacher didn't force them to), and that I was an only child (my mates' families all seemed to have four-plus). My ears stuck out a bit -- still do -- and I was self-conscious about them. But you see, I didn't have hair on my palms, nor a three-foot prick, nor did my parents shut me in a dark room for years. That is, I was essentially normal, I think -- whatever that means. I liked cricket. I liked making model aeroplanes. I read voraciously. 

Mrs Ponsonby, Ellen -- I still think of her then as Mrs Ponsonby -- lived next door. Which is to say, she occupied a room on the top floor of our neighbours', the Hendersons', place. It used to be her place: the Hendersons moved in when I was about five, and Mrs Ponsonby moved upstairs. My mum always referred to her as a widow, but I knew that her husband, Frank the Crank, had left her for some woman in Leeds, which is why Ellen couldn't afford the house by herself, and had to take in the Hendersons. No children of her own. She was in her mid-thirties then. Short and round of build, bright eyes, a round face, button nose and a slight overbite, light-brown hair which she kept in an unfashionable bun. Not dazzlingly beautiful, to a lad's eye, but genuinely warm. My early memories of her were ... of an old-fashioned coat she used to wear, with padded shoulders and brocade trim, the material straining against her plump figure. Her body was comfortingly soft when she hugged me, and she always smelled nice, of lavender water. She didn't smoke, though she worked in a tobacconist's shop down the street. I bought my sweeties there, along with dad's weekly tin of pipe tobacco. When mum and dad went out of an evening, she'd have me up to her room for cocoa, and read to me from her poetry books. When she recited Browning's monologues, I was spellbound. Beyond that, well, she was just a fixture of the neighbourhood. She was Mrs Ponsonby. The poor old dear, as my mum would always add. 

I ate my porridge, I drank my tea, I sat my exams, I grew taller, my voice deepened, I delivered groceries, I fumbled around with the sister of one of my mates. And then I was off to Oxford, to read literature. I had won a 'place'.

I stuck it out for a year at Oxford. I did well enough academically. But class lines were sharply drawn in England then. Me with my broad Yorkshire accent -- the dons always acted surprised when I said or wrote anything halfway intelligent, as though I were a talking dog or something. I also had an intense, gut-wrenching affair with Susan, a young Trotskyite from a middle-class background. She was my first real experience of sex, and I was enthralled. But Susan, I think, had taken me up merely as a symbol of the working class, and dropped me when the novelty wore off. And then my mum took sick of leukemia. 

Humiliated and heart-sick, I switched to the University of Sheffield, and moved back home. My mum died just a month after I came back. I channelled my grief, my sense of isolation and confusion, into my writing. I became involved in the local theatre scene. At the age of twenty-four, I finished university, and a short story of mine was published in Beacon. I dated a few girls in my theatre circle, but these relationships never went anywhere. A radio play appeared on the BBC. A volume of my Susan poems was published, with a foreword by Ted Hughes. I wrote a screenplay for BBC television. I contributed some reviews, of films and books, to the Manchester Guardian. I might have gone on like this, being a regional man of letters, for the rest of my life: not very happy, but successful in a mediocre sort of way. But for fancy. A strange fancy.

* * *

I saw her nearly every day, of course. Sitting behind the counter at the tobacconists: Morning Mrs Ponsonby. Morning young Derek. A Manchester Guardian then? Yes, please. How's the new play? Coming along ... coming along. Ta then.

One October evening, after a seeing a play in Liverpool I was to review, I was returning home from the train station, when it began pissing down rain. As I was about to step into a cab, I saw, trudging up the pavement, Mrs Ponsonby, blocks from home, struggling with her umbrella in the gusting wind. I immediately pulled her into the cab with me. 

"Why, thank you, young Derek. I was just over here visiting me niece Julia, and wondering how I was to get home without drowning, when along you come like a knight in shining armour."

I tut-tutted of course. But when we pulled up in front of her door, she invited me up to her room "for cocoa, just like old times, and a grown-up slug of whiskey in it to take the chill off," and I must admit it sounded appealing. After we ascended the stairs, flicked on the light, and shed our wet coats and hats, I sank down in her armchair, tired and chilled, while she bustled about, lighting the electric fire, finding a pot for the cocoa. Her face had a healthy glow, after coming in from the cold and wet. Her grey hair had slipped, alluringly, out of its bun. She was, what, in her mid fifties now? A good thirty years older than me. As warm and vivacious as ever, though. A cozy woman. I noticed a copy of my Susan poems on the shelf beside her bed, and was flattered that she had read them. 

Unbidden, the memory of hugging Mrs Ponsonby surged into my consciousness: the soft warmth of her body, her delicate lavender smell. I looked at her, for the first time in years. She was heavier now, perhaps seven or eight stone, with a deep bosom, full belly, and ... well, to put it crudely, an arse that started early and ended late. As she puttered about the cooker, reaching down into the fridge for the milk, bending over, I could see the voluminous contours of it, jiggling, encased in the faint outline of her knickers, beneath her cotton frock. 

And suddenly, I wanted Mrs Ponsonby, like I'd never wanted any woman in my life. I wanted to bury my face in that soft, fat arse and hibernate there all winter.

"There you go, dear. Now drink up."

I was startled from my embarassing reverie as she handed me my cocoa. As she sat down opposite me, my eyes were drawn to her heavy bosom. Christ, so much woman. I had to stop these thoughts. I hoped to God she didn't notice the throbbing erection I had in my trousers. I forced my eyes down to the floor, and asked perfunctorily after her niece Julia.

"Just finished a degree in anthropology at University of Liverpool, though she's no idea what to do with it. She's about your age, actually, Derek. A bit quiet, is Julia, but very bright. You might like to meet her."

"I'm not really ... interested ... in girls ... my own age right now, Mrs Ponsonby." Bloody hell! Now why did I say that?

"Poor lad, still stuck on that Susan, then?"

"Er, perhaps... A bit." It wasn't true, but it seemed the only way out of the conversational minefield I had just stepped into.

"If you'll excuse a meddlesome old woman's opinion," she said, with unexpected heat, "that bitch, pardon my French, wasn't worth your little finger, Derek. You deserve much better than her."

I looked up into her bright brown eyes, and saw such tenderness. l saw loneliness. I could smell her faint lavender scent. And I wanted her even more. 

Abruptly, I made my excuses, gathered up my things (still endeavouring to hide the tent pole in my trousers), and headed downstairs.

* * *

I ran into her on the street the next day, as she was closing up the tobacconists. It was a fine afternoon, neither of us had had our tea yet, as it happened, so I took her to new tea shop a few blocks away. The day after that, she invited me up to her room again for cocoa, and we read together from a new play I was working on. Next evening, I took her to a performance of The Glass Menagerie put on by some mates of mine. Then I had her over to supper with my dad and me. And so it continued, for over a month. 

In retrospect, I can see that I was behaving exactly like a love-smitten suitor. If it had been a girl my own age, I would have had no trouble saying straight out that I 'fancied' her. More than fancied her. At the time, though, I had scores of reasons why this couldn't really be happening. I told myself that I was still just the neighbours' boy to her. It would shock and repulse her if she knew ... I mean, I even tried to convince myself that I wasn't attracted to her at all, I just couldn't be. The sharp pangs of lust I felt for this older woman's body, and the frequent erections they caused, were ... well ... something else ... some Freudian 'complex' perhaps (psychoanalytical jargon was very popular at the time). But I never once considered not seeing her anymore. The idea of breaking off these ... meetings, these times together, was unthinkable. Meanwhile, the more reasons I thought of for why I ought to find her aging body unattractive -- the more I noticed the light wrinkles round her eyes, her grey hair, her double chin, her pendulous breasts, her voluminous bottom -- the more fiercely I wanted her. 

And then an offer came from the Liverpool Gazette. They had a regular job for me, as film, book, and theatre critic, if I'd move to Liverpool immediately. It meant a steady income, plus expenses. It meant I'd be moving away from Ellen. 

I told them no.

* * *

That night, over our cocoa, she seemed distant, even a bit irritable. 

When I asked if anything was wrong, she said wearily, "Your dad told me you've a job, in Liverpool. Weren't you even going to tell me, Derek?" 

"I turned it down."

Her eyes widened. "Wh-why?" 

"I suppose I'm just not ready to leave Sheffield," I shrugged. 

She smiled shyly at me, her lip trembling slightly, and then leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. We sat there for a moment, coyly gazing at each other. I squeezed her hand, reluctant to let it go. "Well. G'night then, Ellen. Thanks for the cocoa." I stood.

She sighed and looked away. "I suppose cocoa's all I'm good for," she muttered, anger and sadness flashing across her downturned face. 

"Ellen, I'm sorry, did I say sommat wrong?" I understood damn well, but was too cowardly to acknowledge it.

"I'm sorry, Derek. Never you mind me." She wiped her eyes with her lace handkerchief. "It's me anniversary tonight. The anniversary of when Frank left me. This time of year's always a bit rough on me."

"Do you still miss him then?" I asked, with a touch of jealousy. 

"Miss him? After twenty years? No. I miss ... I miss having someone in me life. I miss having sommat more to look forward to than a Women's Institute meeting every Wednesday night. More than a ... a bloody cup of cocoa. I was so frightened you were going to tell me you'd be moving away. You must do, eventually. There's nowt for you here in Sheffield. Ach, listen to me going on. I'm a lonely old woman, is all." 

I slipped in beside her on the settee, and squeezed her hand. She looked up at me, her bright eyes vulnerable. My lips grazed her cheek. My heart was pounding. And then, so help me Christ, in spite of fifty million reasons why this couldn't be happening, I kissed her mouth, lightly. Stunned by the softness of her lips, I kissed her again, deeply. Her arms went round my neck, drawing me to her. Her mouth opened to my tongue. I felt the softness of her big breasts against my chest and arms. My arms reached round her and I held her tighter. Christ, even her back and shoulders felt soft. Her clean lavender smell filled my brain. Abruptly, she pulled back, panting.

"Derek. You don't have to do this. You feel sorry for me, I know that, sweet lad. But you can't be wanting to ... to do this with an old woman," she winced.

But I'd gone too far to go back to pretending we were just friendly neighbours. "Ellen, listen to me, please listen to me. I love you. I want you. Christ, I want you, every inch of you. Ellen, darling ... " I kissed her again, guiding her hand down to my trouser-covered erection. Her eyes flashed wide as she took it in her hand. 

"Oh my. Do you really ... want me ... that way? Well, it certainly feels like you do," she chuckled, sniffing back her tears, rubbing my penis through the fabric. "Is it really for me?" I began unbuttoning her sweater, as I kissed her face and neck. Then she guided my hand to her knees, so I could feel the creamy warm flesh above her stocking tops. My hand tried to burrow to her knickers, but her frock was too tight about her thighs, and she couldn't part them enough. I could smell her womanly arrousal, though, mingling with her lavender scent.

"I think we'd be more comfortable if we continued this in bed," she said. 

Standing up, I tore off my turtleneck, my trousers, my singlet. Kicking off my boots and socks, I let drop my pants.

"Oh my," she gasped, looking up at me. "You're exquisite, Derek." I came over to her, unloosened her bun, kissed the back of her neck, unzipped the back of her frock, and began sliding it from her shoulders. She hesitated. "I'm not beautiful like you, Derek. You've got to turn your back for a moment whilst I put on me nightie."

"Ellen! I've waited so long to see you naked. Please?" I continued sliding the frock off her shoulders. It caught round her waist, but she wiggled out of it and let it drop to her ankles. I unclasped her bra, and slid that too from her shoulders. And then she turned, uncertainly, to face me, with the two most magnificent breasts in creation, big as pudding bowls, hanging to her waist, capped with erect, thick pink nipples, and a faint network of blue veins. The skin of her cleavage and belly was slightly wrinkled, but so soft and warm. I pulled her down to the bed with me, taking a soft, full tit in my hands, gasping my delight, lifting it to my mouth, fastening onto the warm nipple and sucking like a baby. 

"Ungh! Oh sweet God. Oh, Derek." She bit her pillow to keep from crying out.

After a few minutes of this, I turned my attention to the other nipple. Meanwhile, without further help from me, my wonderful Ellen wriggled out of her knickers, garter belt and stockings. So much for nighties. 

"I love your breasts, Ellen. I love your belly," I murmured excitedly, kissing my way down, rubbing my face in the vast, jiggling softness of it, nuzzling the rolls of flesh, licking her navel, licking under her breasts. Her body was like a giant pink marshmallow -- a warm, living marshmallow. Lifting her belly, I uncovered her thick mat of silky, light-brown pubic hair. The smell of her was driving me into a frenzy of lust. My fingers stroked her inner thighs, her 'mud flaps'. She shuddered, parting them for me. I whispered, "My God, I love your cunt." She squealed with shock as I dove into her wetness with my lips, my tongue, my nose, my chin. I rooted in her with my tongue, filling my mouth with her juice. I sucked on her inner lips.

"Oh, Derek, I'm, ungh, I'm, I'm ..." she whispered hoarsely. And she clamped her thighs round my head for several seconds, blocking out all light and sound, as her wetness flooded my face and neck; then she gently released me. 

"I read the Kinsey Report," she panted at lasted, "but I never really thought that was possible. I mean, that a man would do that for me." She giggled like a teenager.

"I loved it, Ellen. I've never done that before, but I could kiss your cunt for hours. It's beautiful." I sat up, wiping my face on my singlet.

"You mean, you don't want to do it the, er, normal way? We ... er, needn't take any precautions: I've been through the change."

"Of course I do. Any and every way that pleases you." I snuggled in beside her. "God, your body feels good." I stroked her belly with my hand.

"I still can't believe this is happening. With my darling little Derek." Her hand fastened on my engorged penis. "Not so little any more," she chuckled. As I rolled between her thighs, she lifted her belly out of the way, guiding my cock into her wet cleft. I sank into her in one slow, smooth thrust, like a hot knife into butter. We both groaned, and she grabbed at my buttocks. I slid out, and sank slowly in again, and again, picking up speed, till her oceanic belly and breasts were rippling at my thrusts. My mouth fastened on her nipple. Ellen whispered her cries of pleasure, rocking her giant arse beneath me, quickly reaching another climax, and suddenly, I came too, spurting my load deep inside her. 

Ah, to fall back into her bed then, to be enfolded, cradled against her abundant softness, in the afterglow of sex, as she kissed my neck, my shoulders, my chest.

"Your body's so perfect, Derek. So smooth and strong." She sighed. "I'm bracing meself for the part where I wake up from the dream. This has got to be a dream, doesn't it. I suppose it can't ever happen again." 

"Why ever not?"

"Derek. This was ... wonderful. But I'm near old enough to be your grandmother, love. I'm not even ... attractive at all. I'm fat. I've got varicose veins in me legs. This just doesn't happen."

I had been telling myself the same thing in the previous days, over and over again; but hearing it now from her, it hurt. It felt unfair. "Do you suppose I'm the only man in the world who's ever fallen for an older woman? There's no law against it. And dammit, you ARE attractive, to me. More than attractive. You're ... luscious. You're delightful. I'm in love with you Ellen." And just like that, I knew it was true, and had to be. "And I want you again." 

A big smile crept over her face, all the way to her eyes, banishing the self-doubt that had been there a second before. "What, now again, already?" 

"Yes, now again, already," I grinned back. 

She took my cock in her hand. "It's awake again, so soon, is it? Ooh, it is." She kissed it several times, and began running her tongue over it. She look up at me. "I love you too Derek. You know that, don't you? And I love me little admirer here. Does he really admire me? Let's see." She took it in her mouth, bobbing her lips over the shaft. She paused and grinned at me. "I read about this in the Kinsey report as well. Does he like it?" 

"Oh yes," I gasped, "but, but I want to come inside you again."

"Oh, very well," she grunted, with mock resignation, sitting up. "I, er, well ... this is a bit embarrassing to ask, but ... I think you could go in a bit deeper, into me, you know, if you go in from behind. Me belly doesn't get in the way as much. If you don't find that position ... distasteful." I guess she could tell from the way my eyes lit up that I didn't find it distasteful. Not in the least. 


Fancy Dinner



We made our entrance in to the restaurant. Upon stepping through the door, although no heads actually turned, it almost felt as if all eyes were on us. We were dressed to the nines, feeling powerful and sexy. I was wearing a sleek black suit. My wife, however, was the truly stunning one. She wore a tight blue strapless dress with a wide open top, exposing her shoulders. The cut went straight across her chest, revealing the top of her breasts. The dress wasn't long, ending just above her knees. As we walked to the restaurant, I enjoyed watching the hem creeping up her legs with each step she took. During the walk from the car, we had to stop several times so that she could pull the dress back down, but on more than one occasion she let it creep just a little farther, letting it slide up until I could just about see the bottom curve of her ass. 

She looked absolutely ravishing. And I don't mean that in the hyperbolic sense. I mean that I had to summon up other-worldly amounts of will power to not stop her in the street and fuck her right against the nearest wall. Allison had a way of doing this to me. We had a fairly normal sex life for a married couple, but when she turned on the sensuality the sex oozed out of her and directly in to me. The night had barely started and already I had had to fight down several impending erections.

Now at the restaurant, the host brought us to our table. To my delight, he walked us up to a one-sided semi-circular booth. We are not normally the type of couple to sit on the same side of a booth, mind you. I mean, it's difficult to have conversation, you're bumping elbows, you constantly look like you're waiting for another couple that isn't showing up...but a seating arrangement like this one does have its perks. When there's no choice but to sit on the same side, I could take advantage and get very near to her. Perhaps the proximity would be enough to temporarily quell my growing hunger for her. I could only hope. We were seated and we started looking at the drink menu. Allison had the wine list in front of her. As she looked it over, she frequently glanced to her left to give me a devilish smile, the devilish smile she always used when she wanted to drive me crazy. I couldn't stop looking at her.

My reverie was suddenly interrupted by the waiter materializing by our table. 

"Welcome to Manny's. Can I start you two off with something to drink?" He looked towards my wife, for she still had the drink menu in hand. Before she could respond, I interjected "Bottle of 2009 Corison Cabernet". Allison glanced at me, smiled up at the waiter and simply uttered "perfect". The waiter smiled and hurried off, leaving us alone in our booth.

Our wine arrived and we started drinking with enthusiasm. It turns out I picked well, as the wine was absolutely fantastic. We were actually drinking faster than we normally would, and it wasn't long before we emptied the first bottle. When the waiter dropped by to take our food orders, I ordered us a second bottle of the same wine. 

The second bottle arrived quickly and was quickly poured. As the waiter hurried off, I let my hand fall down to my wife's leg. Thankfully, her short dress had ridden up just enough that my hand landed directly upon her bare flesh. I immediately felt a stir in my cock as sexual vibrations emanated from her leg, traveled my hand, and then coursed through my body. I started gently moving my hand up and down her leg, from the top of her knee to the bottom of her dress. She sighed contentedly and took another sip of her wine. I also took another large gulp, relishing the delicious flavor and the relaxed buzz it was providing. I could feel the heat of the alcohol moving up my chest to my face, and the lightheadedness it provided made me more brazen. When my hand once again arrived at the bottom of her dress, I let it keep going, moving up until I hit the edge of her panties. For the first time all night, my wife's sultry face turned to one of mild concern. Her eyes immediately shot up to scan the restaurant, looking to see if anybody was looking at us. Then, I started to feel her legs closing gently.

"Stop", I whispered in her ear. 

She did as she was told. My hand lay resting on her leg, just underneath her dress, pinky against the soft lace of her underwear. 

"Your panties," I whispered to her. She looked up at me quizzically. 

"Your panties," I whispered again. 

"Give them to me." 

Her eyes once again glossed over with concern. She continued to scan the restaurant, looking for signs of people who were on to us. She looked back at me again and, seeing nothing but serious lust in my eyes, proceeded to reach her hands down under the table. I moved my eyes away from her as to not draw attention, but in my peripheral vision I could see her shimmying her ass back and forth. Then, I felt her press the lace of the panties in to my hand underneath the table. As I suspected, in spite of her trepidation the crotch of the panties was very wet. 

I gave an inspecting glance around the restaurant, then deposited the black lace thong in to my inside jacket pocket. When complete, I let my hand fall once again to her milky thigh. Once again, I moved my hand up and down her leg, and once again I let my hand wander up through the bottom of her dress up next to her pussy. I could clearly feel the heat coming off of her, noticing a huge temperature difference from her knee to her crotch. 

Allison's face was a collage of emotions, from trepidation to arousal, from nervous teeth grinding to sensual lip biting, from anxious pursed lips to a slightly parted mouth exhaling every time my hand arrived just next to her pussy. This is how I continued, waiting until the moment when her arousal finally overtook her unease €“ that's when I crossed the point of no return. 

My hand moved up her leg in the same manner it had been, but instead of stopping just next to the crotch, I moved it even further up her thigh, forcing the dress to bunch up against her waist. I curved my wrist, sliding my fingers past her sopping wet lips, and pressed my middle two fingers against her engorged clit. She inhaled sharply, clearly not expecting the suddenness of the pleasure. Her hand flew to her wine and she took a sip, clearly trying to hide the truth of what was happening underneath the table. 

I began moving my fingers in small circles against her pleasure button. The glass of wine was still against her lips, but I could see that she was not drinking. The wine rested against her top lip, the breath from her nose fogging up the glass with each quickening exhale. Her eyes were closed, a sign that she has started to not care what the situation looked like; that she was giving in to the pleasure. 

My fingers continued their circles against her clit, and I could start to feel her hips lightly bucking against my hand, a clear sign that she was surrendering to the pleasure. In the past, whenever I would finger fuck her, I always knew she was in to it when she started fucking my fingers back. 

Her hand slowly snaked down to my leg and started moving up and down, mirroring my earlier motions. I removed my hand from her quivering cunt, grabbed her wrist, and placed her hand back on the table. 

"Not yet" is all I said. 

Her eyes looked pleading, darting between my face and my glistening fingers that were still holding her wrist. Despite her earlier trepidation, her eyes betrayed in her a desperate longing for the orgasm that I had not yet granted her. This time, I let her have her way. 

I moved my hand back under the table. This time, when my hand arrived at her thigh, her legs parted, giving me even easier access to her dripping wet sex. I continued my onslaught on her clit, and she started lightly moaning in time with each circle my fingers performed on her. Her hips started bucking again. Her cheeks started to flush. And that's when she came.

I could feel spasms coming from her vagina as her labored breathing became ragged, but she was in control of herself enough that the only sound that I heard from her was a single €˜oh' that rushed past her lips, almost silently, at the height of her explosive orgasm. 

The spasms subsided, as did the bucking of her hips and the unevenness of her breath. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes betrayed in her the post-orgasm ecstasy that she was in. She looked at me lovingly and said "thank you". She kissed me on the cheek and excused herself to the bathroom. Soon after she came back our food arrived, and the waiter blessedly made no indication that he had any idea of our clandestine activities. To my pleasant surprise, the food was almost as good as any orgasm, and we both ate our fill, accompanied by excellent conversation, more flirting, and the rest of our second bottle of wine.

We finished up our dessert, I paid the bill, and we left the restaurant. We held hands walking back to the car, both of us walking faster than normal, eager to get home and finish what I had started at the table. But before we got to the car, it became apparent to me that I could wait no longer. 

After we turned the corner in to the dark parking lot I grabbed her and shoved her in to the wall of the restaurant, then mashed my mouth against hers. Without waiting for reciprocation or consent I forced my tongue past her lips and in to her mouth. After a few seconds of surprised grunts she acquiesced and her tongue started to massage mine back. My hands explored her body running from her bare shoulders, scratching down her back, over her perfect ass to the bare skin of her legs underneath. While we made out, I forced my body against her, letting her finally feel the steel of my hard cock even if it was only against her leg. My cock was so rock hard, the only thing I could think of was putting it inside of her pussy. 

I removed my mouth from hers and dropped down to my knees. I rolled her dress up slightly as she spread her legs, then I lunged my tongue in to her still dripping pussy. Her clit, still engorged from our fun in the restaurant, was the perfect target for me to lick, lap, and caress. This time, she made no pretense of coyness. Her moans of pleasure were loud and clear, and I couldn't care less, for I was finally getting what I had needed all night. My tongue went up and down her slit, shoved in to her hole, over her clit, around her labia...anywhere it could be, it was. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to taste every inch of her. 

When she was nearing her second orgasm of the night is when I decided enough was enough. I stood back up, stared in to her lust-drenched eyes, then turned her around and bent her over the hood of our car. I wasted no time in unzipping my pants, pulling out my aching cock, and finally thrusting it in to her red swollen pussy. We both gasped in pleasure as we finally were fucking, location be damned. I put my hands on her hips and started furiously ramming her against the car. I knew it was noisy, but I didn't care. All I cared about was her. I continued my furious humping, while she moaned in to metal of the car hood. 

In and out and in and out: my cock moving with ease, glistening with the juices that were flowing freely from her aroused hole. I could feel my own orgasm welling within me but I wanted to make her cum for the second time, so I reached my hand around her body and pulled her left breast out of dress. As I fucked her, I gently rubbed my fingers over and around her nipple, timing it so that one thrust equaled one revolution of my fingers. This is what finally put her over the edge for the second time in the night. I could start to feel her ass pushing against my body begging my cock deeper while the walls of her cunt started to tighten around my dick, and that's when my flood gates burst. 

The orgasm started in my toes, numbing them, before the divine sensation swept up my body, through my legs, past my pelvis, up to my head, and I finally exploded inside of her. It was the hardest I had ever cum in my life, and I knew she could feel it too because the moment I exploded was when she lost control as well. She called out in pleasure as her body stiffened. I continued pumping away at her, feeling wave after wave of my load shooting inside of her. On my last thrust, the last one I could handle, I went as deep as I could and she let out a long slow moan that came out in ragged gasps. I let go of her nipple and grabbed her chin, turning it to me so I could give her a long slow kiss. "Holy shit" she whispered, eyes full of awe. 

"Get in the car", I said. 

"We're not done yet."

The End.



Fancy Dress



"A diver?" 

"Yes, in a diving suit. Well, it's a fancy dress party, so you have to wear something appropriate." 

I sighed. "Can't I just go as an accountant or something. They're easy to dress up as." 

Alice pouted. "Aww, and I went to such trouble to get this for you." And then she smiled up at me, "And I do think it would look quite sexy on you!" 

I knew she had a thing about rubber clothes. She had got a rubber suit for me when we went on an 'evening out' a while ago. I thought it was a bit odd, until the 'evening out' turned out to be a night at a fetish club. 

I wasn't too keen on the rubber suit - it was tight and smelly, and it made me sweat. But I can't complain about the reaction from her - she was very turned on by me in the rubber suit, and the sex that night when we got home was great. 

Actually she's quite kinky. She sometimes gets me to wear rubber underwear under my suit when I go to work - it's quite strange walking around the office in tight rubber shorts which no-one else can see (I hope!) And she has a small collection of handcuffs and other bondage gear which she likes to play with. There's been a few times when I've woken up in the morning still handcuffed to the headboard! 

"Okay," I said. "Show me the suit you got then." 

Alice went to the spare room, and came back with her arms full of rubber. 

"I thought you said it was a diving suit? Shouldn't it be like a wetsuit or something?" 

She thought. "Um, I think it's a deep sea suit, or something. Not quite sure." 

I was quite sure, though. She just wanted me in something rubber. The 'diving suit' was just an excuse. But I didn't mind. 

She managed to work out which way up it went. She found what I guess was a leg, and held it out. "I've already put talc in it, so it should go on smoothly." 

I sighed. I knew it would take quite a while to struggle into the suit. I took my jeans and socks off, and started getting my foot into one of the legs. 

She stopped me. "Not quite, you need to take everything off!" Then she put her hand on the crotch bulge of the rubber thong I was wearing. She rubbed up and down on the thin rubber over my cock, and said, "Mm, I'm looking forward to seeing you in this suit." 

I took everything off, then started again to get my now naked body into the suit. First one foot then the other, and then pulling the suit legs up my legs, all the time helped along by Alice. 

I suspected the suit wouldn't be just a normal diving suit, and I was right. As the suit came up to my crotch, I realised the rubber was much thicker than it was down the legs, and there was some sort of hole arrangement going on. "What's this?" I asked. 


"Ah yes. Well, you know what divers do when they need to... go to the toilet?" 

"Um, well, as I understand it, they just piss in their suits." 

"Yes, that's right." 

"Oh, I don't want to do that! I'll just unzip the fly when I need to." 

"You can't do that. This is supposed to be a realistic suit, it doesn't have a fly. Just slip your cock into this tube, and it will all be taken care of." 

I squeezed my cock into the tube in the inside front of the suit. "So where does the piss go now?" 

"Up your arse!" 

"What!" I looked behind me to see that the suit had a rubber shaft in it, right where my arse would be, and it had a small hole in the end. 

Alice smiled at me. "You remember when we've played with butt plugs before, I thought you enjoyed it. Didn't you like that day when I had you plugged with the harness?" 

I remembered it well. She had put a plug into me, which was attached to a leather harness which she had buckled and then locked onto me. Then we went out for the day, and I had to put up with the plug in my arse all day. It really turned her on, knowing I had the thing locked into me, and she refused to unlock it until we'd had sex that evening. In the end, I didn't get the plug out until the next morning, but by then I really needed it out! 

She said, "I've sent you to work plugged quite a few times since then, so this suit shouldn't be a problem. So bend over!" 

She lubricated my arse and the plug as I bent over, then she pushed the plug into my arse. At first it hurt going in, then it hurt a lot more, but finally as the thick part of the plug slipped into my arse, it got almost comfortable. 

My cock got hard, as it always does when I have a plug in me, but it was hard inside the rubber tube in the suit, which was making it point downwards, so it wasn't too comfortable. 

Once Alice had pushed the plug all the way in and pulled up the rear of the suit, she came around to the front. She put her hand onto my crotch, and asked, "You comfortable in there?" 

I felt fully hard inside the tube, but I couldn't feel her hand on the outside of the suit. The rubber must be quite thick down there. My cock felt completely isolated from the outside world - I wondered why the suit was designed that way. 

She handed me a glass of water, and said, "Drink up! You want to find out what pissing in the suit is like, don't you?" This explains why she was feeding me lots of water earlier on. 

As I finished the drink, she pulled the suit around my body and then put my arms into the suit's arms. She said, "Apparently there was a problem making the gloves for the suit, since they kept breaking, so the rubber there is a bit thicker than usual." 

I pushed my hands down the arms and into the hands of the suit. My fingers slid into each glove finger, but then I found I could hardly bend them! I looked at the glove and saw the fingers looked like solid tubes of rubber, and each of them were connected together like the toes on webbed feet, stopping the fingers moving independently. 

I said, "These gloves are very stiff, it's not going to be easy picking things up at the party." 

She feigned concern. "Yes, but it would be a shame to not wear the suit just because of the hands. Lets just see how it goes." 

She pulled the rest of the suit onto my torso, and started to pull up the zip at the back. "Breathe in," she said, and then I felt the crush of the suit being severely tightened around me as the zip went up. 

She stepped back to look at me. "There, you look very sexy in your nice shiny suit." She gave me a deep kiss. One hand grabbed my crotch, and the other felt the plug in my arse. I put my arms around her, but couldn't grope her since I couldn't feel anything through the gloves. 

"Ah," I said, "I think all that water is having the effect you wanted." I could feel my bladder wanting to expel its piss, and I was used to holding my cock to help it out, but now I couldn't touch it. I could do nothing but stand still and think of waterfalls, and hope that all the inner tubing would work out. 

I soon felt the rush of piss leaving my cock, and moments later the strange sensation of my arse getting filled with the same warm liquid. Then I realised that it wasn't going to go anywhere - as I kept pissing through the evening, my arse would get more and more full of it. 

I said to Alice, "Can't I change this pissing system, or at least empty it now. I don't want to have this sloshing around inside me all night." 

Alice looked at her watch, and said, "Oh, no, we've no time, we should have left by now!" 

Then the coin dropped, something odd was going on. "Aren't you getting changed." 

She said, "Just get the rest of your suit on, and I'll tell you on the way." 

She pulled the hood of the suit up. It looked a lot like a gas mask to me. "Now, you know how divers have those regulators in their mouths connected to their air tanks? Well, for realism, this suit has one of those too. Open wide and I'll put it in." 

This was getting beyond a joke. "Now I don't think I can really wear that all night," was what I was trying to say, but as I started to speak, she put her hand on my arse and sharply poked at the buttplug. I yelped, and when my mouth was open, she pushed the 'regulator' into my mouth. 

Well, this was like no diving equipment I'd ever seen. The hood of the suit had a zip up rubber back and the front was a gasmask, with large glass eyeholes. But inside the 'mouth' of the gasmask there was a tube pushing into my mouth, holding it open. My tongue was caught inside the tube, which went far enough back into my mouth that I couldn't touch the roof or bottom of my mouth with my tongue. I tried to object, but I couldn't speak, only grunt. 

She closed the zip on the back of the hood, and pulled up the other zip to meet it. Then she smiled at me, and kissed me on the gasmask, where my lips should be. "You look very sexy, you'll be the hit of the party!" 

She rushed me out of the door and outside to the car. Fortunately it was dark, so none of our neighbours could see what I was wearing. It wasn't easy walking while restricted by the suit and with the plug in my arse, but I got into the car's passenger seat, she got in the driving seat, and we left. 

I noticed she still hadn't changed for the party, and still hadn't explained, but I couldn't ask her why not, and I don't think she would like it if I took the hood off the suit. I hope after we'd made an entrance and shown people the outfit, she'd let me at least take the hood off and have a drink. 

After a time, she said, "Oh, I forgot to say, my mother's not too well so I have to go drive over there tonight. So I'm sorry, I won't be able to come to the party. You'll have to enjoy it by yourself. I'll probably stay with her tonight and perhaps tomorrow night, so you'll have to get by on your own." 

I couldn't speak, but if she'd look in my eyes she would have seen that I was mad that she'd got me into this gear and then was going to leave me on my own in it. But, once I thought about it, I realised that it was probably for the best - this way I could take the hood off and enjoy myself without her complaining. 

Eventually the car stopped outside the building where the party was. Alice said, "Hold on, I think you have a thread loose." She pushed me down so she could get to the back of my suit, to sort out whatever she had spotted. 

In pushing me down, she'd put my head down close to the door speakers which were currently blasting out some loud music, and as a result I couldn't hear what she was doing, but I'm sure I heard a metallic rattling sound. This made me suspicious, especially since a rubber suit shouldn't have any loose threads. 

Then she pulled me back up, hugged me, and said, "You have a good time at the party, and I'll be thinking about you while I'm gone." 

I got out of the car, where fortunately no-one saw me, and no sooner had I closed the door but Alice drove off into the night. 

I found the door to the building, and I knew that the party was in Flat 5 so I found the intercom. No sooner had I pushed the button than I realised I wouldn't be able to speak! 

A voice came crackling through the intercom, panting. "Hi, you here for... oh yea.. here for the... ooo yea, do that again... for the party... oh fuck yea... whatever." And then the buzzer sounded and the door opened. 

In the harsh light of the corridor I felt silly in the rubber suit. I found the flat, and gave a muffled knock on the door with my rubber clad hand. 

The door was opened by a completely naked girl! She looked me up and down, and said, "Wow, great suit!" 

A man's voice in the distance shouted, "Hey, get back here, I'm still horny!" and she turned and left. 

I was baffled, but I walked in, closed the door, and looked around for either Steve or Mary, who were hosting the party. 

As I was stood in the hall, a guy walked past, also naked and with a semi-erection. When he saw me, he pointed and said, "Hey, come find me later on. I gotta fuck you in that rubber gear!" 

Now, I don't know Steve and Mary that well, and I only know what Alice told me about this party, which was nothing, but I didn't expect naked people to be wandering around. There was definitely something odd going on... 

Another girl came up to me as I stood there. She was only wearing high heels, but was otherwise naked. As soon as she saw me, she said, "Oh, cool fetish gear!" She stroked her hands up and down my front, saying, "Oh, love the feel of it, so sexy", and, "hot kinky boy", and, "I'm gonna have a piece of you!" 

Her hand found my groin, and she stroked it trying to find the bulge of my cock. But the rubber down there was too thick - neither of us could feel anything. She said, "You hard in there? I can't feel anything." 

In fact, I was getting hard, since she was a sexy girl, but my cock was trapped pointing downwards with no room to expand. I would love to explain to her how horny she was making me, but I still couldn't speak. 

She frowned, saying, "You the strong silent time then? You got something kinky going on inside that hood too?" She felt around the back of my suit, fiddling with the zips, then said, "So where's the keys then?" 

The keys? I turned to a mirror in the hall so I could see my back, and I found that the hood zip was locked to the other zip on the suit with a padlock! I pulled at it, but the zips weren't going to open without the keys. 

She looked at my frantic tugging, and said, "Whatever turns you on. Later." And walked off. 

I heard a voice, saying, "From what Alice told me, that must be Jon in there." It was Steve, also naked. "She said that the orgy wasn't her thing, but she'd send you along and you would be quite a surprise. Well, you sure are a surprise!" 

He checked over my suit. "She sure is a kinky one. Secure padlock locking your zips together, chastity crotch to stop you having any fun, buttplug to stop you just in case you want to have some fun up there, nice secure gagging hood to stop you using your mouth for anything, and thick gloves to make your fingers not much use either. You know, you're about the worse person to have at an orgy!" 

"We set up the spare room ready for you. Alice said that you'd need to stay for a while until she got back, but she didn't say how long. Well, I guess you can come along to watch the orgy, although I don't suppose you can join in much." 

I figure I was the only person at that orgy who was really fucked! 



Fancy Dress



Attending this fancy dress party had been her half Italian friend Mona's idea and subsequently Helena had decided to dress as a Roman serving wench. With help from the house staff she had fabricated a convincing costume from an old bed sheet they had scrounged up for her. The white makeshift toga was held up by a gold brooch on one shoulder and drawn in around her waist by a thin gold belt; cheap raffia flip-flops adorned her feet. Helena wore her long straight immaculately groomed natural blonde hair gathered up in a high ponytail and secured by a golden hair clasp and she wore gold hoop earrings, a few bangles and several rings. Knowing it would aggravate her parents immensely and cause quite a stir amongst the more stuffy guests that would be attending tonight's function she daringly wore only a skimpiest white thong beneath the thin makeshift toga that left little to the imagination. At eighteen and the all-important half Helena was old enough to do everything any adult could but she was still considered to be a child by the local set. It really angered her, she could join the army if she wished, vote and even get pregnant but local society which meant so much to her parents would not recognise her as an adult.

The party was for someone in her friend Angie's family who was hoping to rise in the local rankings. And was held in her fathers hotel function rooms. To her satisfaction Helena really had created quite an impression when she first entered with almost everyone who was there as she had hoped, there were few more daring or outlandish but because of her age and family Helena caused quite a stir. Loving every moment she cavorted quite reservedly around the rooms, she got great pleasure in her parents and their friends' horror and shock at her behaviour, her father glared furiously at her. She felt a wicked sense of satisfaction and classed it as a great victory watching her parents squirm uncomfortably for some time before they finally excused themselves and left. The evening proceeded and the attention she was getting was fantastic, she had been flirting blatantly with several male friends at once when she had first caught sight of the new and unfamiliar guest that arrived awfully late.

She had been outdone completely and stood in shock, in fact rendered speechless the whole gathering fell silent staring in awe as the new guest entered, for quite some time the newcomer was the centre of the whole rooms attention robbing Helena of the limelight and attention she craved so much. Her first reaction was one of spiteful anger as she stared hatefully at the young woman. Spoilt from birth Helena was used to getting things her way, her locally very important parents had seen to it and now as she grew up were beginning to pay the price.

Incredibly attractive the girl that caught everyone's interest had come dressed very daringly in a costume that consisted of little more than a few strips of carefully placed crimson fabric fastened to a widespread stiff white collar by a large gold ring. Her sparse costume was perfectly complemented by the thigh high black patent leather boots she wore so well. Immediately Helena had seen her she knew the girl was dressed as a teenage comic book heroine of her's called Vampirella from those old superhero magazines her father had diligently sourced for her. At her age she had grown out of the mags really, they were filed away in a cupboard somewhere, however her old room was covered in posters of her and other comic book characters such as Spidey, the Silver surfer, Wonderwoman and many more. Many of them had been covered or replaced with rock and pop posters but V had remained because she still fired Helena's imagination. 

The girl's poise was perfect as she swept into the awe struck crowd, Helena thought she knew everyone that mattered so who could this bitch be. Before too long though everyone's interest in the stunning stranger had waned somewhat and she had almost blended into the throng though people nearby couldn't help but ogle her. Conversations began afresh; soon she was all but forgotten by most of the attending guests. Unfortunately for Helena she was fascinated by her, she for one couldn't tear her eyes away. Hating herself for thinking it but she thought the girl looked truly magnificent dressed so daringly and a few well-placed trinkets of gold jewellery complimented her skimpy outfit perfectly and it riled Helena. The exceedingly long straight blue-black hair was loose and was so luxuriant Helena decided cattily that it must be a wig. Despite her catty hate and distaste for the girl something strange was disturbed deep inside Helena something that slowly dispelled the ire that at first had began as a seething jealous anger but rapidly transformed into something much more disturbing. Each time she caught sight of the girl the demon stirred restlessly deep within and she found herself increasingly sneaking admiring peeks at the girl. 

For some time Helena managed to keep up her flirty conversation with the men and to maintain their interest while covertly watching the stunning creature circulating around the room chatting amiably with the other guests. At college this year Helena had experimented a little, having a few flings with some of the other girls and she had quite enjoyed some of her experiences. There was something very different about this girl though she thought as just watching the girl from afar made Helena feel more than a just a little unsettled, more than a little excited too. Without her realising that her occasional sly glances had become more frequent, lingering longer, growing more noticeably blatant, Helena soon found herself absolutely intrigued by the girl. 

Abruptly though Helena realised she had been caught out, the girl had clearly become aware of the attention that she was receiving and turned her head to look straight at her. A sudden thrill of undeniable fearful excitement shot through Helena as their green eyed stares met, even over such a distance her gaze was held fast across the crowd by the fire that burnt in the girl's vivid green eyes. Anxiously Helena swore beneath her breath, in terror she watched mesmerised as the girl excused herself from the group she was with and began moving across the room in her direction. Confidently chatting politely but briefly with various guests as she moved through the scattered throng she was to Helena at least gradually closing in on her. There was no escape from meeting her even if she wished as the girl cut off her only exit as if by chance. In no time she stood before her smiling coolly awaiting an introduction. The dice was cast and Helena reddened even more smiling coyly for once overwhelmed by the situation she found herself in. Her mind which was normally quick to answer and sharp-witted let her down as she gawped childlike at the intoxicating beauty that stood before her.

"You must be Vampirella?" she blurted out cringing inside as the words left her mouth.

"I must." The girl's deep voice oozed out warmly, "very astute of you, if I may say!"

"I've never seen you before" Helena tried to start the conversation again, "are you new round here?"

"Yes and no, so to speak" the girl chuckled warmly easing Helena's tension a little "we creatures of the night just don't get out to socialise that much."

"Of course," laughed Helena trying to hold her self in check, "Only the hours of darkness for you, eh!"

"So what are you?" enquired the girl casting her eyes appreciatively over Helena sending a thrill through her, "could be a slave or a sacrificial offering?" 

"I thought my outfit was, well you know!" she babbled weakly, "I wore it to piss my dad off really."

"Oh it is, very," The girl cocked an eyebrow, causing mayhem in Helena's already confused mind, "very appetising."

"You know, you are really stunning in that outfit?" stammered Helena "I think you're very brave wearing it, it's so well... revealing!" her face flushed red at her own blundering, heavy-footed attempt at seduction.

The girl rocked back on her heels laughing heartily, in turn Helena stared like a kid into a toyshop window near Christmas. Even as the girl straightened Helena simply couldn't tear her eyes from her breasts.

"So who are you?" the girl whispered purposefully grasping her attention leaning close.

"Oh err.... my names Helena, and in reply to your enquiry I'm supposed to be a Roman serving girl" she desperately tried to hold her silly mouth in check, "so what's yours? Your name that is!" 

"You may call me Vampirella, slave!" laughed the girl confidently putting on a false haughty tone "or Mistress or even Goddess will suffice!"

"Well I am dressed as a slave girl, I could serve a goddess though perhaps I'm from slightly the wrong era for vampires?" she laughed attempting to make light of the developing drama. 

"Oh my slave, we vampiric creatures have existed since the dawn of civilisation taking who or what we wish long before Roman times even!"

"Oh!" was all that escaped Helena.

The look of passion that glowed in the black haired beauty's eyes was unmistakable as she spoke. For the second time in moments Helena felt herself blush crimson, it seemed things were moving exceptionally fast. As the girl drew a little closer Helena's heart thumped in her breast with fevered anticipation. She could hardly contain her excitement as she found herself mentally anticipating the gorgeous girl making love to her. Knowing her interest must be quite obvious to anyone watching Helena was still terrified to make a move on her. One because even she wouldn't put her parents through that amount of humiliation, well not yet at least but mainly in case of rejection by the girl. A silence fraught with sexual tension followed while a spellbound Helena stared mesmerised into the smiling girl's emerald green eyes. Long moments of awkward silence passed before Helena spoke hesitantly at last managing to break their delicious eye contact.

"I really enjoy Vampire movies and books," she attempted to make conversation.

"Really?" the girl sounded amused and smiled warmly.

Continuing she tried to sound serious "they're always portrayed so sensually and highly erotically don't you think?"

Still smiling the girl averted her eyes purposefully looking down, seemingly thinking deeply she pursed her soft crimson lips thoughtfully. Alarmed but excited Helena realised the girl was staring directly at the rise and fall of her breasts, what she now realised was that in this light the fabric of her toga was almost translucent. Not that even the most opaque fabric could hide the distended flesh that crowned them. Swallowing hard trying to moisten her dry trembling throat she suddenly felt to scared to speak or attempt to divert the girl's gaze. Finally audibly drawing a deep breath through her nose the girl looked up and caught Helena's eye in her gaze as she spoke.

"Judging by your attempts at conversation and your obvious excitement Helena I believe that you perhaps enjoy the darker more sensual stories and fables?"

"Perhaps?" she squeaked almost scared to breathe as the tension rose.

"Perhaps tales like the manifold stories where the innocent pretty young blonde girl is seduced by a stunningly gorgeous but wicked female vampire eh?" her tone was both enquiring and mischievous and shook Helena.

"Of course not! It's all superstitious nonsense after all isn't it?" Helena's voice wavered as she desperately strove to control the conversation, too late she was attempting to conceal her growing excitement, "Of course there are no such thing as vampires or werewolves are there?"

"Really, is that what you truly think?" the girl laughed then suddenly turned serious she spoke softly but assuredly "I beg to differ my dear!"

"Don't be silly!" Helena laughed nervously while attempting to compose a retort.

Unable to calm herself Helena squirmed uncomfortably, her mind was scrambled by the lustful thoughts that relentlessly plagued her. Any attempts to lighten or even avoid the developing situation died at once in Helena's mind as the full meaning of the girl's brief but direct statement sank in instantly. She trembled with a strange mix of fear and excitement as she desperately attempted to gather an argument in defence. Her mesmerised eyes followed the girl's as they fell to her breasts once again. Helena had already seen her own rapidly hardening nipples and swollen aurolae thrusting through the thin white fabric of her toga and knew the girl had more than noticed. Her heart skipped a beat as the girl casually reached up to brush one of her long nailed fingertips over Helena's rigid nipple accidentally or so it would seem to anyone who may be watching.

"You can't convince me" Helena puffed up her defences attempting to master the case as she tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation the girl's briefest touch caused her.

"I do not need to convince you dear slave, I'm irresistible to you, right now I can sense the heightening intensity of your excitement" the girl continued seriously "even trapped amongst this raucous overly intrusive throng my powers sensed your eager willingness to be alone with me, once your jealousy subsided of course!"

"Jealousy!" Helena cried defensively.

"Yes jealousy, I stole your thunder and now you are terrified I'll steal your heart," glittering green eyes held her fast, "we need to be alone!"

"Yes it is far to noisy to talk here." Helena shook excitedly as she spoke.

"Of course." 

"Shall I try and find somewhere more private to talk further?" Helena stammered not really caring whether her thickening voice was betraying her. 

"To talk...yes if that's what you want Helena?" The girl replied still smiling.

"Please don't disappear I'll be back shortly."

Slowly turning away unwilling to break their electrifying eye contact Helena then scurried away to find her friend Angie whose father owned this hotel. She had pulled out all the stops and really worked on Angie, minutes later she joyously returned to the room with a key in her trembling hand. At once she was both thrilled and relieved to find the smiling girl was still waiting and quite alone exactly where she had left her. Helena's mind was in a spin as she covertly beckoned to the girl to follow her. Knowing the hotel like the back of her hand from those laborious summer jobs her folks had forced her into to improve herself Helena lead the girl straight through the foyer. Checking the coast was clear she avoided the lift and main staircase and instead headed through a door marked "Staff only". This led via a short passageway into the administration office; from there Helena could access the fire exit stairwell. Nervously she led her silent follower up four flights of stairs without daring to look back at the girl.

Despite the spike-heeled boots the girl made almost no noise as she followed, Helena was happy to hear the soft pad of the girl's graceful footfall on the stairs behind her. At last they reached the very top floor of the hotel Helena tried to ignore the fact that she felt excitable and increasingly aroused as she slipped through the fire exit into the plushly carpeted corridor and held the spring-loaded door for her guest.

"Thank you."

As she had hoped the corridor was completely deserted and she led the girl hurriedly past the lift and staircase to the far end. Helena stopped before a set of wide oak double doors and though she knew it was correct she checked the number above it before inserting the key and unlocking the door. The noise of the party was faint here in the corridor and she knew once inside the doors it would be really quiet and very private too.

"This is the main conference suite, we should be okay to talk in here" she smiled weakly as she opened the heavy door.

Swinging the wide heavy door open on its silent hinges she entered the spacious leather and wood scented room and in the faint light that spilt in from the corridor sought the light switch. After finding it she clicked the dimmer on and adjusted it to a fairly low level of illumination. Her heart was pounding as she beckoned towards her silent guest indicating that she should join her within. Helena watched dry mouthed as the girl swept sensually past her to position herself by the huge dark wooden conference table.

"Lock the door Helena" the delightful creature laughed "after all we don't want to be disturbed while I convince you that we vampires do exist do we my love?"

Her confused senses were swirling in turmoil and she laughed uneasily trying to relieve the tension that gripped her as she obeyed the girl's instruction. With trembling hands she turned and inserted the key into the lock totally ignoring the alarm bells ringing in her head as she locked the door and even slipped on the security chain. Taking a brief moment to compose herself she attempted to close her mind focusing intently on the wood-grain of the oak door before turning and confronting the girl. Desperately searching for something impressive to say Helena gathered her composure before daring to turn and face the girl or to even speak. She had to be direct with her she decided, there would be no more pissing about, and formulating her sentence carefully in her head she finally turned to speak. The words died unborn in her throat as their eyes met, shit how much Helena wanted to fuck with this girl was unnatural.

"Come to me Helena and I will convince you" The girl stood open armed smiling irresistibly "I know you ache for me to make love to you, I know I excite you beyond reason."

"Oh shit" exclaimed Helena excitedly realising how powerless she was to resist the girl even if she was a vampire or not. 

"Stop. Slave!"

Obediently Helena halted about four feet from the girl whose fiery green hungry eyes scanned her body ravenously. Even this show of mastery by the girl added to her acute arousal and she in turn drank in the beauty's magnificence. She could see the primal gleam of desire in the girl's glittering eyes and sucking in her stomach she pushed out her breasts in wanton response to her stare.

"Take off your clothes slave!" the girl commanded confidently.

After a moment of confused hesitancy and a flash of delicious eye contact Helena couldn't help but obey her command, as the girl knew she would. First she slipped out of her sandals then with shaking fingers she was undoing the thin gold belt at her slender waist. It fell noisily to the floor when it slipped from her trembling hands. It was soon to be joined by her brooch. Her toga was discarded next and Helena watched the girl's tempestuous eyes drinking in the beauty of her slender body as she let the garment slip off her body.

"Completely naked slave let me see all your gorgeous substance."

Hesitantly Helena's quivering fingers hooked in the thin elasticated band of her scanty thong and slipped the garment down over her hips and buttocks then wriggled till it dropped down her long smooth tanned legs. The other girl seemed to grow in stature as Helena stepped from the dishevelled pile of clothing to stand completely naked before her.

"Slave, now let your beautiful hair down!" the girl's voice oozed thick with arousal.

Without further thought Helena obeyed unfastening then casting the golden clasp aside hurriedly, she then tossed her head. Her long natural golden hair fanned around her glinting in the dim glow of the wall lights.

"Will you lay down my love?" the girl's low voice oozed sensually and she gestured to the huge conference table that dominated the room as she continued "far beyond the realms of ecstasy I shall take you." 

Nervous excitement coursed through Helena as she found herself willingly obeying the instruction and climbing nimbly up onto the solidly built dark wood table, she laid herself back on its cool highly polished surface full of electrified edginess. Eager for the girl's attention she lay there and waited as this incredible girl whose real name was still unknown to her was bringing her most secret vampire fantasy to life.




Fancy Dress



"Now slave, don't move, allow me to take you exactly as I wish" the girl ordered "I assure you I'll bring you to the edge of ecstasy perhaps far beyond!"

The other girl who obviously shared her erotic vampire fixation was clearly as excited as Helena was, who knows what may occur she thought to herself as she lay there. Her naked tanned body ached with acute arousal as the girl carefully fussed with her long blonde hair carefully arranging it around her head in a golden starburst. Helena lay still like a sacrificial offering with her arms outstretched to the sides as the other girl silently moved up to stand at the head of the table. Bending forward so she was upside down over Helena's face she began kissing her lips lightly at first. Helena responded to the kiss and the girl's hot mouth ground down against her tingling open lips but the girl declined the open invitation for now at least. Helena could sense the delightful soft caress of the girl's long black hair on her face neck and shoulders as they kissed. This aroused her further and she cried out in desperate frustration as the girl abruptly moved away.

Moving fluidly around the table the girl stood a while at Helena's feet and gazed lustily down upon her naked body. Helena flinched with electrifying excitement as the girl's warm hands reached out to touch her bare shins. Raising her head slightly from the table Helena found herself compelled to stare at the girl's full blood red lips as the long fingered hands slowly swept up her long legs. Instinctively responding to the caress parting her legs allowing the girl to swiftly clamber onto the table between them Helena realised that she didn't even know the name of this girl who was totally dominating her. As the long nailed hands moved up over her trembling highly aroused body to delicately cup her breasts she could feel the girl's thighs urgently driving her own further apart as she leant forward over her. The beauty's visage hovered above her head with those deep red full pouting lips inches from Helena's fascinated eyes, she was so close Helena could feel the heat radiating from the other girl on her lightly chilled skin.

"Tell me your true name?" Helena gasped "Please!"

"Do you believe yet?"

"Yes." She played along with the girl.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes a little."

"Aroused?"

"Of course!"

"Raven" the husky reply was whispered through almost closed pouting lips, "my true name is Raven."

"Oh that's beautiful," Helena whispered to her lover.

The still air was electrified with their shared arousal and as she lay submissively beneath this unbelievably gorgeous creature Helena realised she had never been so aroused in her life. Her heart pounded uncontrollably within her rib cage while she anticipated what may or may not be going to happen. Eagerly awaiting the strange and wondrous creature to make her next move Helena was already hovering quite close to orgasm and Raven had not even touched her body yet.

"Are you truly ready for me my love?" the girl whispered huskily.

Helena saw her first glimpse of the creature's fangs, She froze for an instant in blind panic beneath the creature before realising the girl had a full set of normal teeth when they talked downstairs. Raven must have slyly slipped the false fangs in whilst she hadn't been looking she decided, but where had she concealed them until now?

"Are they real?" Helena laughed.

"Oh of course!" Raven laughed in a serious manner exposing the long twin needle like teeth to her again.

Staring at the gleaming white fangs disbelief turned to doubt, which in turn turned slowly to the final realisation that the girl could truly be a vampire. As the truth slowly sank in for a few moments Helena began to feel real fear but it was hungrily consumed by the fire of Raven's power and her own howling lust raging uncontrollably inside her. Strangely Helena felt very little apprehension as the full grim reality of her predicament eventually dawned on her.

"I want you Raven but I'm so scared" she gasped, "Oh Lord Jesus forgive me my sins."

Helena sobbed as she felt the delicious caress of one of the creatures hands on her tender aroused body knowing that despite her fears she could not resist the girl. The trapped part of her mind that was terrified but refused to surrender attempted to grasp her will to alert her to the grim reality of her predicament. Common sense struggled hopelessly in vain to save her from her own fateful excited stupidity as the gorgeous creature caressed her. The immense struggle within her was valiant but nonetheless hopeless as she welcomed and enjoyed the unnatural girl's exquisite caresses far too readily. Long nailed slender fingers curled around the outsides of her breasts and squeezing pushed her aroused swollen teats upwards sending tingles of exquisite excitement through her as her distended nipples rasped against the other girls taut hot body.

"Give yourself to me Helena" the girl implored as she bent her head to kiss along the line of Helena's collarbone.

"Oh... Raven!" gasped Helena frantically "I'm scared!".

"You must surrender completely to me Helena to savour the rapture that only I can bring to you" the creature nuzzled lower, her lips creeping towards Helena's left breast.

"Yes oh yes!" Helena heard herself whimper without even realising what she was saying as carefully planted delightfully soft kisses were being planted around her swollen tingling aurolae. 

"Thank you, my love!" whispered Raven between kisses.

"Jesus protect me!" the last sane part of Helena's mind screamed as she felt a small bite being inflicted upon the swell of her breast. 

"Oh shit! oh God! ohh, oohhh, fuck!" Helena gasped excitedly as the resulting exquisite ripples of pure pleasure trickled through her.

Writhing with enjoyment beneath the irresistible creature as it fed from the tiny wound Helena's bottom slid about on the polished table in a cocktail of perspiration and more so the unbelievably copious product of her own sexual excitement that issued from her. As Raven pulled away Helena's eyes snapped to the two perfect puncture marks upon her breast. For a moment she was allowed the perverse exciting luxury of watching the blood well in the wounds until her attention was drawn away. She awaited the second bite with intent; eagerly craving the repetition of the wave of pleasure the first had brought her. It fell between her breasts and the once again the pleasure she encountered was ecstatic. Helena watched enthralled as the girl's thick mane fell upon her torso. As she bit harder into Helena, the girl's long fingers bit harder into the flesh of her soft breasts and they rose up on each side of her lover's black haired head. Then Raven's lips swept to the engorged nipple of her unbitten left breast and kissed around it teasingly. Helena squealed pathetically as Raven's full red lips opened wide encompassing her aurolae and sucking much of her breast into her hungry mouth while teasing it with her tongue. Bracing herself for the bite she froze until the girl suddenly attacked her right breast in a similar fashion to her assault on the left to have her gasping and squirming beneath the creature in rapture.

"Bite me, take me!" she groaned insanely, "bite me, make me scream with pleasure!" she panted urgently, "Take me Bitch!"

Desperately Helena grasped the girls black hair pulling her firmly to her breast feeling once more the perverse pleasure as her nipple was drawn deep in between the creatures lethal jaws this time. The razor sharp fangs bit cleanly deep into her aroused flesh causing her to arch upwards gasping in pain for a moment. It was just that, a moment, an instant's pain was swept away once more in a tide of delirious ecstasy enflamed to even greater heights as the creature greedily sucked the blood that bubbled from the wound. Before Helena could recover her tattered composure the creature had swept to her other breast once again and attacked it similarly. She arched upward crying out in exquisite anguish then fell whimpering back onto the dark wood as above her Raven fed randomly from the small but pulsing wounds while her roaming hands caressed Helena smearing her eager victim's writhing body with her own blood.

Helena wailed pathetically, her amazingly aroused body writhing in eager response to the creature's exquisite touch, she was totally under her lover's control as both the creature's will held her and the potent venom coursed through her arteries overcame her. Slowly the girl above Helena began wriggling lower and she felt her demonic lover's dextrous hands gliding down her thighs to grip her trembling knees firmly. With incredible strength Raven effortlessly spread Helena's legs wide as she moved down lower and lower between them. All the time she sank lower the creature was kissing biting and scoring Helena's aching body in order to keep her victim's excitement at fever pitch tormenting her beyond reason.

Desperately Helena attempted to guide the creature's mouth to feast on her mound by pushing insistently against the girl's head with shaking hands. The deluge of black hair that spilled like ink over her aroused skin stuck to her wounds as the head sank inch by inch lower. At her own speed the creature ignored Helena's urges to venture lower over her victim's flat belly and hips nipping and kissing and drinking as she leisurely proceeded.

"Do not move Helena" Raven commanded as she paused between kisses "lay still and relish the experience I am giving you." 

"Yes my love" gasped Helena as she laid back and closed her eyes.

Aroused beyond comprehension she avidly waited for the promised ecstasy Raven would bring her. Her whole being seemed to focus itself between her thighs concentrated directly on her sex as Helena felt the hot lips soft caress on her inner thigh. Impulsively Helena had spread her legs as wide as she possibly could attempting to give her lover the best access to her more than aroused pussy. Raven's long nailed fingers raked over Helena's inner thighs sweeping dangerously close to her agonisingly excited labial lips then gliding away time and time again torturing her delightfully.

Raising her head from the table Helena gazed down over her bitten blood smeared body to see the girl's beautiful face poised inches from her sex. Their eyes locked sending a thrill all through poor Helena's already screaming nervous system. Entranced she watched as the girl's full red lips parted wide to expose her viscous twin fangs. Their whiteness glowed in the bloodied excited mouth. Helena's heart pounded as the creature's red and unbelievably long pointed tongue slipped out and like a serpent it writhed as it edged towards her swollen wetness. A desperate wail escaped Helena as it slowly slithered over her engorged lips to taste her excitement. Helena's eyes were locked on the girl's wicked green stare unable to break the union as the creature's long tongue went to work on her. Driven far beyond reason she thrust her sex eagerly at the gleaming fangs.

"Yes, yes oh yes" she gasped out "Take me, bite me, bite me now, now, now" she wailed in anguish urging the creature on.

Ignoring her plea the tongue swept into her and seemed to fill her with its squirming length as the girl's lips opened wide and sank over her mound. Whatever Raven was doing with her tongue it felt as if an enormous fat cock had been thrust into her, stretching her, pulsating deep within her cunt. She felt as if her whole body was being drawn deep into the creature's jaws as it sucked harder and harder on her sex. Raven seemed to shudder and drew a great breath then bit down hard and deep making Helena scream. Her legs gripped around the creature's upper body and her hands crushed the black haired head to her crotch. Helena arched her back as the most earth-shattering explosion tore her nerves to shreds. It lasted for what seemed an eternity until the feasting creature had taken her fill of her vibrant energy. Gradually the overpowering waves of rapture receded drawing great expanses of Helena's strength with them leaving her gloriously exhausted.

Eventually she released the creature from her thighs grip and her weak limbs fell to the dark tabletop like a lifeless rag doll. Helena was unable to move at all and lay helpless as she felt the vampire move away. Very slowly some of her lost strength returned and on quivering arms she weakly raised herself and she looked upon the creature. Triumphantly Raven stood before Helena her beauty accentuated after her feast and she beckoned the blonde to her. Wearily she obeyed the creature and sliding from the table found she was unable to walk. Precariously she stood on wobbly legs as Raven came to her.

"Now my darling Helena do you believe?" her tone was almost sarcastic "Kiss me, you are mine." 

Helena fell into the girl's arms kissing her deeply tasting the coppery flavour of her own blood on the girl's tongue as their mouths interlocked and Raven drew the very breath from her. For a moment Helena believed she would suffocate then the breath was returned her lungs tingled with a strange fire, strength returned to her weary limbs and she felt excitingly alive. Looking down she was amazed to see the wounds Raven had inflicted were already showing signs of healing. Blood had stopped flowing and they had begun to seal strangely, not scabbing but seeming more like a burn, each of them throbbed in a kind of painful but pleasurable manner.

"We will return to the function shortly," ordered Raven authoritatively, "separately of course, you will say nothing and will ignore me!" 

"But I..."

"Discretion my dear slave is everything, to you especially, it means the difference between life and death!"

A week later Helena was back at college, she confided in her room mate who was her best friend at college about the fantastic time she had experienced having way-out sex with a girl at a party dressed as a vampire. She also confessed about the recurring highly erotic dreams where the girl was a real vampire and came to her made love and drained her every night. Her description had been so effective the pair had ended up in bed re-enacting her dark fantasies with Lyndsey playing the vamp.