4 comments/ 101758 views/ 2 favorites After Dark By: atkins How did I end up like this – standing in the semi-darkness before a half-dressed old woman with a trickle of blood rolling over my lip? What the hell happened to my fantasy? It started out simply enough. I was just being a good neighbor and, well, things happened. THINGS HAPPENED, GODDAMIT! Why is this my fault? Okay, I'll tell you briefly how I got into this mess and you decide if I'm a bad person. I'm not, I swear. I'm just a lonely man, past his prime who still feels something. As it turns out, it can happen at surprising times. Let me backtrack. I live in a nice old house in the downtown area of . . . well, it doesn't really matter where. It could have been anywhere. Let's just say, mid-America, okay? Many years ago I grew tired of "working for the man" as we used to say and I started a home-based business. I work out of an office in the upstairs of my home and business is okay, not great. It's just me and Herbie, my "pure-bred" Golden Retriever. (That's right, I was sold a bill of goods about the damn dog. Pure bred my ass! Why does he have short legs like a schnauzer then, huh? Tell me. But that's a story for another time . . .) No wife, no woman except a few I've picked up at the local American Legion. I'm in my late 40's and I've had some luck taking home half-drunken wives and even played house with one for a week before I grew tired of her. I know what you're thinking. Old women. What's the matter with him? Hey, let me tell you something. They've got big tits, they've got round asses and they're willing. They don't hang around after a hearty fucking and I don't have to buy them dinner to get them to bed. Well, a funny thing happened. Over time, I actually came to prefer the old nookie to newer stuff. I still leered at the tight-bodied women but my cock had a mind of its own. He wanted fat, old woman pussy. What am I supposed to do, I ask you? I live next door to a nice old woman. I'm not going to tell you her name – let's call her "Sally" -- and oddly enough, I never really had any thoughts about boning her. At least not until one day a few months ago. Sally is in her late 70s and she looks like she's in her late 60s. She's heavy but dresses well and goes to the hairdresser every week. She's always made up, even when she's outside watering the plants. She moves kind of slow (I think she had hip replacement surgery a few years ago) and lives alone. Her husband died 10 years ago. I would speak to her when I was getting the mail or doing the lawn. She gives me cookies for Christmas every year and is polite and friendly but we pretty much keep to ourselves. The heavy rains that came through the area earlier in the summer started dripping through the ceiling and she had buckets all over her living room to catch the leaks. The next thing you knew, she had a bad mold problem and her roof was a mess. The contractor (when she finally found one – they're awful people) said she'd need to be out of the house for a day while they tore the roof and ceiling apart. The problem was Sally really had nowhere to go. She was on a fixed income, took the bus everywhere and didn't have any friends in the area (or alive) any longer. She came to my door one day looking quite distraught and told me of her predicament. It took me a few minutes to figure out that she was basically asking me to put her up for the night. I was a little surprised (we didn't know each other THAT well) but I had a spare bedroom downstairs (I sleep upstairs) so I said, sure, she could have that. She was very grateful. You're probably thinking that I took advantage of the situation while she was staying at the house. Well, I almost wish I did. The fact is, the thought didn't cross my mind. But something interesting happened and that's what got me into this mess. It was about10 at night and I said goodnight to her and asked her to turn off the downstairs TV when she went to bed. I went up to work in my office for a few minutes before going to bed. My office actually overlooks the big downstairs dining room and the spare bedroom where Sally was sleeping is off that dining room. Anyway, shortly after I head upstairs, Sally shuts off the TV and goes to the downstairs bath to prepare for bed. She rightly assumed I was upstairs. What she didn't know is that I could look downstairs from my dark office and she couldn't see me. Well, Sally got washed up and walked through the dining room without a bra and wearing only thin cotton panties pulled loosely over her chubby, but not droopy belly. I could see her walking slowly toward the bedroom door and my cock (who had been asleep during this whole episode so far) awoke and took notice. Nice tits. There weren't huge but they were good-sized and she had very young-looking, very smooth shoulders. Her hooters swung ever-so-gently as she hobbled across the living room toward the bedroom. She had a huge ass (I guess I never noticed before) and nicely-shaped thighs but chunky lower legs. All I could think about was slipping my hands into those panties and rubbing her ass while sucking at her wonderful tits. But I was sort of in shock. Not tonight. It didn't seem, well, sporting. Hey, I told you I'm not a bad guy! After her repairs were completed the next afternoon, she thanked me warmly and moved back into her house next door. In the meantime, I was wracked by fantasies. In my fantasy I would sneak into her bedroom, slip into her bed and slowly begin caressing her until she awoke in a hot passion and begged me to take her. It was a warm fall evening when I put my plan into action. It was about 11 pm. I knew she kept her extra key under a fake rock by the back door. It was child's play to open it up and go in. I'm sure you'll agree with me that this was not an unreasonable thing to do. After all, the woman was parading herself half-naked in my house! She knew what she was doing! Does anybody doubt this? Anyway, Sally was not in bed as I had imagined. The lights were out in her bedroom but she wasn't there. I looked around and saw the light on in the bathroom and I couldn't help but smile. When I saw her nightgown lying across the bed, I knew she would be half naked – or better. Things were looking up – as was my Mr. Johnson. I stood in the darkness behind the door and Sally eventually came in to the bedroom. As I had hoped, she was bare from the waist up and wearing those same loose cotton panties. She looked heavier in this light but I took notice of her soft neck and the sweetly swaying boobs as she bent over to pick up her nightgown. "Hi, Sally," I said softly. I think you'll agree that this was the gentlemanly thing to do. After all, I didn't want to scare her. She turned around with a start and held the nightgown close to her body. Playing hard to get. Okay. I could deal with that. "What . . . what are you doing here?" "I thought you might like, you know, a visit," I said, smiling. I knew she had been teasing me. Don't you think so? "How'd you get in," she said, backing off. She looked frightened and angry too. Women. Go figure. "You need to do a better job of hiding your spare key," I chuckled. She didn't see the humor. I moved closer to her and put my arms around her bare back, pulling her chubby belly to my stiff cock, and kissed her full on the mouth. She tasted of toothpaste and her back was, oh, so soft and warm. I moved my right hand down and slid it into those panties that had haunted me so. I could feel her wonderful, big soft ass. And that's when she hit me. Hard. Sally took her spare hand and hit me full across the face and I winced and that's when the blood started dripping along my lip. This is the part where you came in. Sally is standing in front of me, still clutching the nightgown, and hiding those old, fat titties I wanted to suck. My hand is still warm from feeling her ass flesh and now she's backing away from me. "Get out! Get out!" She saying again and again. I'm confused. What's happened to my plan, my fantasy. Why is she teasing me so? And then I got angry (wouldn't you?). This all happened in seconds, actually. I reached over and slapped her hard in the face and she cried briefly. Then I hit her again and she fell back onto the bed, dropping the nightgown. There were those great old tits again, splayed out on either side of her chest. Magnificent, really. You're probably thinking 'how could I be looking at her tits in this way after I had just smacked her?' Fair question. But you'll have to agree that she hit me first. She started it. I was just defending myself. Now she's looking up at me but now she's not looking scared . . . or angry. I think she may be . . . aroused! Sally is making no effort to cover herself. Even in the darkness I can see wisps of gray pussy hair through the panties. I fall on her. It's awkward because she's not completely on the bed but I press my mouth to hers and I can taste the blood – hers and mine – and now she is kissing me passionately, smearing the blood all over our faces. I reach down and grab at her cunt. I am no longer interested in subtlety and, apparently, neither is Sally. "Yes, yes," she is croaking in her old woman's voice. "Touch me there. Touch me. Put your finger in.YESSSS!" "Louder!" I tell her. "No one can hear you. I can do what I want with you, old woman." She is rolling her head from left to right in a kind of frenzy. There is still blood flying from her lips as she flings her head. I yank her panties off and kneel down before her aroused pussy and mash my bloodied mouth to it. Licking at her, biting her and Sally is screaming "no, no" but I can tell she doesn't mean it. Now I put my hands under her ass, which is sliding off the bed, and I rub my face all over her belly and finally nurse at her old tits. "Suck my tits, suck my tits," she is saying. I wish I could see her face more clearly. "Yes," she says. "Bite them. Bite them hard." I bite her hardened nipples as hard as I dare and then I smack her ass hard with my free hand while I'm slurping and each time I do, she raises her cunt a little closer to me, yelping like my dog Herbie when he's dreaming. Breathing hard, I finally stand up straight and look down at Sally, half falling off the bed, naked, panting. I pull off all my clothes and stand before her. Even in the darkness she can see my hard member and she gasps. Oddly, she asks a question. "Can I touch it?" she pants. Without answering I move closer and slide my prick into her bloody mouth and she slurps it like a great big popsicle and I take her wonderfully coiffed hair and pull her head in and out until I'm just about ready to blow. "Get into bed," I manage to gasp as I try to get control of myself. Sally throws back the covers and pats the bed next to her. I climb in and on top of her and press my mouth to her tits again, slobbering, feeling the softness of her pudgy belly against mine and the coarseness of her pussy hairs against my prick. I'm not much of a kisser but I kiss her again and she loves it. I can still taste the blood and as our mouths are pressed together she humps at me, trying to catch my prick with her cunt. In one motion I penetrate her and am a little surprised that she's not completely lubricated. I don't care. She screams. "Scream, baby," I say. I don't care. "It's just you and me in the dark." She still trying to tongue fuck me and I press into her harder and harder while she yelps and pulls at me the same time. Finally, I'm buried in her and she softens. I lean back, fucking her easily now, playing with her tits, slapping them and watching her respond with a happy moan. I put my hands under her wonderful soft ass and pull her tight into my cock, running my hands along her ass crack, and squeezing her hard. "I'm going to cum now, Sally. Do you like me fucking your old pussy? Do you want me to shoot my cum in you now? Are you ready?" "Fuck me!" she screams and that does it. I pump every bit of jism I have into her old twat and she moans wildly, sucking every last ounce of my golden semen and I wonder what fantasies will come next. After~Dark Author note: An avid fan of True Blood with a deep brooding hatred for Twilight, this was bound to happen... My own telling of the OTHER tales of the Vampires and other supernaturals of the True Blood era, based in Southern California with some newer supernaturals and my own forming of the world around the phenomenon. You'll see a little scroll below with a cast for my female characters, (it's a quark, indulge me or don't read on, your choice) I'm still quite new to this website erotica bit, so I'll try to do a good job. You'll note a few characters throughout my stories are children, but rest assured, no seduction, no sex, I put them in for they can be detrimental to the story, so be warned if that's the kind of thing you're into, you wont find it here and there are PLENTY of other story sights, knock yourselves out. Thank you for reading, and enjoy the world that spills forth from my imagination. Cast Roran Wilder -- (Lycan immortal 81 years old) Michelle Maylene -- Cleo (Vampire 500+ years old) Cherish & Cali Milton -- Nonny & Fanny Wilder (BloodBorn Lycan twins -- 20 years old) April O'Neil -- Millie Wilder (BloodBorn Lycan immortal 38 years old) Kinzie Jo -- Wanda Reed (Human 18 years old) Peach Wilder (BloodBorn 12years old) Cherish Wilder (BloodBorn 10years old) Penny Flame -- Judy Wilder (Human, 29 years old) Jaena -- (Vampire 147 years old) Marty Beck -- (Shifter 23 years old) Bobby Olmstreg (Were-wolf 41 years old) *If you're ever by way of Good Ole 29Palms, lonely, anxious, and road weary, just passin on through to the great Cities east and west of this quaint desert town. Well, there is only ONE place to be After~Dark* The AVL had no power in these desert hobbles like 29 Palms. Too many marines, too many drug addicts, sex offenders, any and all dregs mixing with the states impoverished that needed a place to hide away from the serious rat race that existed beyond the Morongo Basin. This place was perfect for ladies like Cleo and Jaena...ladies of the dark blood that coursed through their undead veins. The two long time friends had a small Motley brood consisting of two vampires (themselves), a handful of Lycans, a shifter, a werewolf, and two humans. Together this strange brew brought up the hottest club for Marines, Civilians, and tourists who found themselves in this armpit of a desert town in Southern California...The founder of the club was Jaena's close friend and sometimes lover...Roran Wilder...this is his story. -------------------------. "Oh God!" The white trash blonde called out as I held her pins in my palms, driving my prick hard between her wide-open milky white thighs. "FUCK!!!" I couldn't resist Wanda if I wanted to. This girl was one of my dirtiest desires kept deep down below for so long, that first sight could only make me fall prey to her wiles. Short, blonde, leggy, pretty, petite, young, and white trash to boot... something so arousing about trashy young white girls from the inner cities or redneck hallows that made my Cajun-Irish blood boil over! Reaching out, I took her tummy knotted tie-dyed t-shirt and balled it in my fist tightly, my claws no doubt shredding the fabric as I continuously hammered my pelvis into hers. Wanda's cutoff blue jean denim shorts and white cotton panties dangling off of her left ankle. Her eyes closed and mouth open in a curled smile with every heavy moaning breath she made. My intention of this visit had been for a simple blowjob, but that's never enough with this little hussy. If I'm not buried in her tight shorn hairless wet teenage pussy, I'm going the rest of the day with a chip on my shoulder. "Please woofy! PLEASE!" she cried out in ecstasy. "Make me cum, I'm gonna fucking cum! FUCK!" Goddamn it with that 'Woofy' shit! Nothing made my pecker want to fall off and pack its bags with a fare you well asshole wave like hearing her call me that. I would have kicked her to the curb the very moment she called me that the day Judy hired her, and I found myself behind the petite trailer park whore in the liquor storage pounding her slutty 'I swear the first time didn't count' pussy (yeah that and the other fifty times "you your cherry" before me) but god be damned if I didn't because of how sweet her twat felt around my beast. "Knocked off the Woofy shit, hon, it's distracting." I told her, twisting her around on Cleo's desk, sliding up behind her perfectly petite round bubble butt. "Oh fuck, oh god, Woofy, fuck me Woofy, fuck me!" she yelled. With my intensely enhanced ability to hear, I could make out Judy's chuckles on the other side of the door, knowing how much I hated that 'woofy' shit. As my red hot cock made its way in and out of the teens tight box, contemplating leaving a few "Love marks" along her back with my ever irritated extending claws. "Mmmmm fuck, I'm cumming woofy, ooooh woofy, woofy, WOOFY!!" Wanda's voice cried out as her pussy clenched and milked my cock deep inside her womb. I grasped the back of her neck, growling as my seed burst deep inside of her, annoyed by the Woofy, aroused by her naked nubile ass against my pelvis as I thrust it deep and in. "Woofy!" she cried out alarmed "No, no, you're suppose to take it out first!" Wanda clenched the desk with her fingers as I emptied my load inside of her with stiff and quick thrusts, willing myself like hell not to bite down on her shoulder as I did. I instead thrust my claws into the desk on either side of her, ridding out my orgasm as it surged through her body. (Fuck, Cleo was gonna be pissed about the claw markings) We were panting heavily as I slowly slipped my softening rod from her abused quim. Her hands reaching back to gather the semen as if that would do anything at all... looking around at me, I caught her gaze through her stringy blonde bangs, her face between half hearted smiles and utter 'oh what the hell did you do that for' look etching on her features. "You're not suppose to cum in me, woofy." She complained. "...And you're not suppose to fucking call me that." I snarled. She just giggled and began to dress, pulling her panties and tight shorts up her messy thighs, and retying the knot in her shirt over her tummy, to expose that tiny little tummy she had before leaning down to kiss my cheek. I could only watch her bubble out the door amused and unamused at the same time, 'I fucking hate it when she calls me that' I kept thinking as a giggling Judy walked in after the blondie departed. "Now that you got THAT outta your system, how bout you go a pick up our girls, 'WOOFY'" she laughed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from behind with a hearty hug...I love my wife, but one of these days...one of these days... Turning to give her a kiss... "Is it 3 O'clock already?" II. My name is Roran Wilder, if you're wondering about the pronunciation just think 'Scooby Doo trying say Warren'... I am 81 years old, and immortal. I was bitten on the new moon in 1955 when I was 23 years old, and have been a Lycan since. Before you call me a werewolf, though technically my title means such, I am not, for being a were' is hereditary, and being a Lycan requires a bite under the once a year new moon. There are numerous differences, some of which take much explaining and some that are simple...for instance, a Werewolf changes from man to wolf and back as he pleases, Lycans unless born were' or shifter before hand only change into the large beasts that the movies wish to hell they could emulate. Thankfully we both change, as we desire, unlike the moontailers (werewolves made from unnatural sources such as science and magic conjured out of scrap n crap). The moon cycles do hold certain sways over us from time to time. The new moon is they only moon we can make others under, the full moons make us randy as hell, but the rare blue moon is devastating...we I should say Lycans become ferocious with lust. No minds to control our actions, so be warned, the nearest gender of our desires will be mounted willing or not, we have no control, and this was I'm sad to inform you, was the reason behind my oldest three daughters being born. My niece born from my youngest sister was the first, as no others warned me of this awful moon. She forgave me, even though at times I cannot seem to forgive myself, and even birthed my first child from the result. The twins were born from an unfortunate bank teller who was walking home the night of the blue moon when my girlfriend broke up with me, leaving me frantic to get home before anything bad could happen. No such luck there, and this woman never had a chance to say she forgave me even by explanation as supernaturals were not well known yet, and the news of being the victim of such a creature drove her to committing suicide just days after our daughters were born. I hate the blue moon with a passion because of the pain it causes so many mortals who are unfortunate to find themselves victims of our uncontrollable nature on these nights...ever wonder about the rise of rapes that go unpunished in the world on these nights? There you go...I raised my girls, and loved em all the same, they love me... Our brood is one of love and wonder as we make new discoveries every day...but our brood, our pride wasn't complete until I met her...Judy Conner... She was beautiful, sixteen and sweet as a summer breeze when I first met her thirteen years ago. She bubbly and crazy in nature, wacky and jumping about like an eleven year old in serious need of Ritalin to be honest... her life wasn't much to be happy about, but she wanted to be happy so much that she did anything and all she could to make it so...not all were good... but she tried. We married a year later after she became pregnant with our first daughter, Peach, and two years later, a result of a wild blue moon (that Judy was ecstatic to be a part of) Cherish was born. Cleo and Jaena who'd been my closest friends since I was little boy were always brimming with tears at the births of all five of my children...they themselves felt as aunts to these darlings. Now you, dear reader, caught me in the middle of a raunchy act with a blonde bimbo that was defiantly not my beloved Judy. Jude and I have always been extremely open in our relationship, although I must say that the so-called 'open marriages' that mortals have tends to be quite appalling. For starters, WE have rules and guidelines that help us along and make it less ghoulish than mortals do. My trysts never EVER take me away from my girls for anything. It happens it happens, no girlfriends on the side, no secret families. The two of us know our sexual natures are addiction in general so we leave it as 'if I find this person attractive and wanna fuck em, okay' but home is where our love belongs and we are as in love today as we were that day we met. We sometimes talk about our sexual adventures, but not often, as I can smell others on her from a distance so no questions of her earlier where abouts are necessary, and I've never felt the need to go off and meet someone else. The club provides if the temptation is leading, but when I go to bed at night, there is only ONE person I ever wanna curl up beside...of God I love my wife...my girls...my friends...my whole family is all I ever wanted. Not bad for a poor bastard boy from the slums of Chicago. Now I'm a veteran of the Korean War, being enlisted I made it to Gunnery Sergeant, and even stayed in the corps for a few years to train boys for Vietnam when that shit took place, but lost interest quickly as the Hippy movement took myself, Cleo & Jaena into its embrace. Fresh blood and love all around...peace was beautiful! Enough about my past...for now...today the sun is almost ready to set, my eldest daughter Millie is out filling orders for TrueBlood for our ever-increasing Vampire crowd. The guys Marty Beck and Bobby O are cleaning up the After~Dark main house which opens at sundown. The small front bar room opens at 3pm for the human and daylight customers alike. Wanda is probably with another dip-stick of a 'boyfriend' doing what all the trampy girls (god bless her) do in 29 Palms, and that is ride around in the car all day eating fast food, parking at large store lots between here and Yucca Valley, texting, shootin the shit, and trash talking this bitch or the next, whatever. I just got done making dinner, (Jude and I trade nights, and its mine) home made Taco's and Burritos with hand made tortillas and browned seasoned beef with all the trimmings, my personal touch of pinco de gayo, Peach's favorite! Only tonight when we sat down and she took one look at the dinner and turned a pasty shade of pale with a look of pure disgust near vomiting, Judy and I shared a knowing glance. "Honey," Judy stroked our daughters beautiful dark hair. "You feeling rather warm right now?" Peach nodded, obviously afraid to speak for fear of regurgitating if she did. Cherish looked at her sister with concern, while the twins both comically wore the same look of 'aw its that time' on their faces. "Sweety." Judy scooted closer. "Don't be embarrassed but I'm gonna ask some questions...first...do you feel queasy at the smell of cooked food." Peach nodded. "Do you feel shaky around your chest and shoulders?" she nodded again. Judy purposely nicked her finger with a steak knife drawing blood "Does this smell calm you some?" An alerted Peach nodded again, not loosing her mothers gaze ... "one more sweets...um..." she looked at the twins expectantly who at the same time took over and asked in unison "Does your biscuit feel like someone kicked it REAL hard." I couldn't stop from chuckling; the twins and I knew what was happening but let Judy play her mommy role for the sake of decent kindness. The girls and I could smell it since this morning; it was just a few short hours from happening. "Sugar pie." Judy put her arm around Peach "You're about to get your first period." Peach clenched her teeth with a panicked look shooting from her me to her older sisters Nonny and Fanny (I swear Jaena named em both, not me) to which we all three gave the confirmed nod. "What..." Peach stuttered a bit. "What...whats gonna happen?" I broke my heart to see her so fearful, but at least now after three girls I've come to know what to expect from the next three months. For reasons I'll never fully understand, the difference between mortals and Bloodborn Lycans are staggering. It took a while to calm her and settle to a cold dinner (I had observed was not the case for Cherish who ate like a champ at the table while we sat explaining the coming days to her older sis) and Peach seemed to take it in stride. Lemme break it down for you mortal readers: I am not a Bloodborn so it was not the case for me, but for my girls it was utter hell, for both of us. Lycans can breed with mortals but not other Lycans (Don't ask why, I don't know) that's just the way it is. All I know about coming of age Bloodborn boys is from what I read in the Alistair Almanac of Supernatural beings (A conversation for another time)...but for girls I, I got the first hand experience with mine. Lycan born girls only have monthly cycles for thirteen years, start to finish...each month the cycle lasts for two maybe three days and that's it, after the thirteen years, no more chance of mothering children, its done. However, the first and last cycles are the worst two... the first begins with unbelievable cramps that mortals would blow their own brains out over, and then bleeding that lasts for three whole months...(seven days, mortals? Try having my sense of smell and putting up with this for three months, that's hell that ammonia won't cure)... plus that first cycle with Millie when she turned fourteen was a nightmare. I didn't know what was going, the Almanac wasn't at my disposal yet, so when she reached fevers of nearly 300 degrees I FLIPPED the fuck out. Only to learn that this is perfectly normal for the change of a Bloodborn girl. That third month I have to tell you was unbelievably strange to boot. In that time a Lycan girl becomes a sheer and utter HORNDOG! I was at the sink finishing the dishes when Millie put her fourteen-year-old arms around me for a wonderfully innocent father daughter embrace. Then her senses kicked in and her sense of smell took over... Now she's got her nose rummaging all over my back while her nails are clawing my front and I'm pushing her away unable to even grasp the reality. Turning to face her I was taken back with the image of my daughter panting like a crazed animal with glazed eyes that seem to say "I'm about to murder someone and like it", before ripping her cloths off and dropping face first to the floor with her ass up and seeking me out, whimpers not unlike that of a begging bitch in heat, imploring me to mount. Which before you get any perverse ideas, did NOT happen, thanks due in part to the fact that I was still once a mortal, and this was my pride and joy, my baby girl. The Almanac however did explain that incest is a recurring normality amongst our kind for various reasons and that it would be prudent for me to just give in and not suffer my children to the outrageous burning that swelled with every night they were denied. So yes, around the time the twins were almost sixteen and finally hit their cycles I gave in and did as I was instructed by the expert on Lycan lifestyles if that makes any sense at all...yeah, I don't get it either sometimes...my only problem right now is...well...for god sake, Peach is hitting it early at age twelve so we're gonna have to figure this one out cause there are just some places a good father, wolf like or no, does not go. Peach blushed, Cherish made an 'ick' face, and the twins giggled uncontrollably when THAT part of the talk came into play. Its so sad that sex seems to be the forefront of our thoughts, as when Judy asked if Peach had any questions she just looked at me blushing and curled her chin to her tiny chest looking down trying not to break into a sickly fit of giggles herself... "Will...well...will daddy and I?" she tried to get it out but stuttered hard. Jude (bless her wacky spirit) helped me out "No baby, not so soon, but someday when your older you'll come bumbling down the stairs and notice 'wow, my daddy sure is a woofy..." she shot me a giggling glance as I gave a low snarl "...and then you say to yourself 'I sure wish we could dance nekky with no jammy jams on' and I'll be some other place doing my own thing when you two go up to your room and do the thing that makes mortal girls cry cause their daddies suck." Hey reader, you got that same WTF look I'm having right now? Jesus Christ. My wife, my beloved is more in tuned to the wolf like nature my girls and I have than I am...our family has always been open and able to talk about anything without the bullshit puritan poison that the Christians would have us all swallow. Don't get me wrong, we pray to god and Christ, and for reasons I'll later explain, we're bound by the laws of God as Wolves to protect the innocent from harm. After a nice long conversation with my girls, the twins got up to go with me to work at the club. I kissed my little once good night, and the daddies girl of the bunch, Cherish, threw her arms around me and whispered "I don't really think its icky, I'm just jealous cause WE'RE suppose to get married, member?" setting her down so she could run up to bed, I smiled and shook my head...I love girls, they can be so weird sometimes. Especially when you promise to marry them when they are going through their daddy crush phase. Millie had it, the twins had it, Peach had it more for her uncle Marty than me, so I'll jealously kick his ass later for it haha, and now Cherish is having it... oh well, at least its not that uncomfortable boy crush crap I got from a few of my nephews back in the day, goddamn. After~Dark I anticipated Cleo's not so happy to see you attitude regarding her desk from the days earlier tryst with Wanda. The damn thing set her back 5grand, so this was gonna take some serious ass kissing. Wanda called in sick again (seriously these fucking kids, how stupid can one be to come by work during the day and call out the same night? It happens all the goddamn time.) She keeps her job as Cleo and Jae like feeding off and fucking her as much as I do... The fucking, not the feeding... So with Wanda out screwing or fighting, you know, whatever stupid shit these kids do in their free time in the desert, Millie was waitress for the evening. Bobby O, manned the bar, Marty DJ'd. Such pride swells in me when I look at the club... the After~Dark...this is OUR place. The twins got up in the pole cages wearing their tiny string bikini panties and tops, dancing their limber petite tall blonde beauty limbs, swaying to the soft music as the Marines and Copper Mountain Collage boys threw themselves head over heels at the girls...some fathers would hate it, but I was proud...these two were absolutely gorgeous! I wish more than anything sometimes, that I had known their mother better...for the angels she gave me, she deserved so much better than the raw deal my fucked up condition gave. Nonny unlike her blonde sister had dyed her hair dark red, that the boys may tell them apart, plus nothing sexier than the twin girl fantasy where you KNOW who your going for, when you're surprised with both. Her slender hips striking like a hungry serpent with every cue from the music, Fanny was a good dancer, but her talents were more engrossed in her ability to perform on camera (Yes pornography, often called Fang Banger porn, that the club produces with a friend from Las Angeles under the NoDaddy.Com website.) I love watching these boys drool over my girls; something both erotic and touching about how powerful these girls can be over the opposite sex. There is no denying however, as Nonny curls her fingers through her dyed red hair, swaying seductively to the nights opening performance song that we NEVER start without (After Dark by Tito & Tarantula) her eyes are cast upon the older werewolf manning the bar. There is not denying the two have been having a love affair for some time now. I smell him on her and visa versa... I'm actually kinda happy for the two. He may be older at 41, but then again who the hell am I to judge. I look mid twenties but he's a kid compared to me. I see him glance at me and in his startled moment I give him a knowing nod of approval. If anyone will treat my baby with the love and respect she deserves, its Bobby Olmstreg. In her eyes A distant firelight burns bright Wondering why it's only after dark. This song inspired me to build this club ever since I saw that beautiful Mexican Goddess dance to it in that crazy western flavored Vampire movie From Dusk Till Dawn. I even contemplated having Marty stand outside with his best Cheech Marin calling in the customers with promise of pussy for a penny. I find myself in her room Feel the fever of my doom Falling falling through the floor. I'm knocking on the devils' door, yeah! God its rising in me...the need, I need so bad right...the song always takes me to the night I took Judy to see that movie, (for reasons unknown to all man, why women loved Clooney so much, given the fact that the only good movie he's ever done was THAT very movie and he wasn't even the good part about it, shit.) and when it was over, I went to the nearest music store, then another and another until I found a CD with that song on it. She was so sexy when she danced with a few hilarious slip ups and then pretended to be a vampire trying to devour me before we made love with that song on repeat...it became ours...and with this club, shared with all...God its making me horny, but duty calls. In the dawn I wake up to find her gone And a note says Only after dark We have various girls that come and go, hired to dance on the stages (not stripping, this club has at least some class to it) some I enjoy, some I just skip as I may be a sex addict but I try not to be a total shitbag when it comes to extra martial coitus. I do my very best to make sure that the girl knows whats what and whats happening, that we don't part on sour terms and after many girls I've only had a couple of hiccups in that department. I see Bambi (not real name of course) and to my personal and happy surprise the Legendary Bailey Jay dancing on stage. I've never been attracted to men or transgendered, but lemme say this, anyone who looks upon that angel and doesn't admit to feeling a heavy attraction is a serious liar. I muse to myself, wondering if her man would mind a little wife swap, but I'll have to check back later, for now I give a wave and longing blow of a kiss in her happy direction... "Wow" I think to myself "Bailey fucking Jay, Linetrap herself in OUR place". Burning burning In the flame Now I know her secret name You can tear her temple down But she'll be back and rule again "You ASSHOLE!" Cleo voice was always sweet but not when filled with venom, good lord! "Hey look!" I said. "I'm sorry okay...I'll buy you a new one." "A new one? A NEW one?" Even a five hundred plus year old woman cannot seem to find happiness with 'A new one' can she? "I bought that from Abe Vigoda, you ASS! AFTER he made the first Godfather! That desk is a one of a kind having once belonged to one of the greatest American actors of all time! And you wanna get me a 'New one'?" Ever felt the need to laugh at something but you know if you do, you'll be speaking at a higher pitch from then on? Well, this was one of those moments. "Look, Cleo, I'll fix..." then it dawned on me. "Wait a minute, you bought this thing in 94' from one of those Saved By The Bell kids!" She stared daggers at me for a minute before huffing and turning around, and seeming stuck on a thought. I couldn't help but feel the need to admire her slender backside from my standpoint. So small and narrow yet, bubbles out perfectly in a way you'd never expect from a half French half Philippine broad. In my heart A deep and dark and lonely part Wants her and waits for after dark. Cleo shot me an over the shoulder glance still stuck in thought. I just waited, remembering the good times since she and Jae first took my virginity and through the years, all the times I'd fallen in love with that tan Asian ass of hers. When she bends over, her pudendum becomes by far the very nature of fine art begging to be painted and as immortalized as she. "Stop starring at my ass, pervert." She shot back with a fighting grin. Cleo sighed and turned back to me, "Fine, get me a new one, a BETTER one." (What a shock) "With a promise that you'll NEVER fuck some pebble brained pop tart on it EVER again." I nodded and thought for a moment "Does that include you and Jae or?" Now this is the part where a smart man turns and flees before the girl becomes more than such and reminds him what about sodomy is the most unpleasant. The songs played back to back driving me to a headache that made me wish I had a "bullet to give" to EVERY rapper and R&B artist than bragged about being shot. End all our suffering with such a charitable act to what was once great and now faces a cruel death. I can't stand that my daughters listen to this shit...there are a few good ones, but for god sake most of it is contrived garbage made out to be some form of "brilliant" poetry slapped onto the coattails of someone else's music. Needless to say when the newer music stopped and MY stuff played on the box, (Skynard, Doors, Blue Oyster Cult, pretty much anything between the 60's and late 90's was just fine with me...Disco was welcome) I sighed relief and got back to the payroll work sheets. I visited with Bailey Jay for a while and (OMG as the kids say) she was unbelievably sweet hearted and kind natured. I extended the invitation for future dances paying the fair price, cause all in all, I'm a businessman but she deserved the best. She even left me a copy of her single "You're Getting Lucky Tonight" which I gotta say, I may be biased but seriously it was not that bad, catchy enough that after hearing it, I played it on my disc-man a couple of times and got it stuck in my head. When I finished the final worksheet I stretched and couldn't help noticing it was rather late and dying down, with a few couples on the floor trying to improve their disco dance technique to Vivian Vee's Remember. Millie was at the bar talking to Jaena, who raised plenty of eyebrows, as she may have been almost a century and a half old at 147, but she had been turned by her maker when she was barely thirteen years. Her short diminutive stature and child like appearance was a curse for the poor girl as the good guys were turned off and the bad ones came out of the wood works. Walking up behind her I through my arms around her in a big hug, savoring her scent. I may be the big man, but she's always been like a big sister to me, ever since that day she found me trying to curl up under the overpass for warmth. I was eleven years old and alone, homeless and scared, she took me in and she and Cleo were my sisters from then on. (To answer to the confusion, yes I have siblings and a family, but a bad home life filled with violence and sexual abuse turned me into a runaway...we'll get to that some other time) Kissing her cheek which she returned I looked around and saw only Fanny dancing on the floor with a rather tall black marine who at first glance I could of sworn was Terry Crews...disappointed...oh well...the way she looked at him, I knew he was getting lucky soon. "Hey Mill." I called to my eldest. She was fourteen when she hit puberty and went nuts, and she was twenty-seven when her cycles ended permanently. Immortal now and beyond gorgeous, just like her mother, with a deep Latin tan, and that sweetly mixed with Jewish, Irish, and Cajun made the Goddess that stood before me. Millie was sweet now, but for a while we'd lost touched cause she felt betrayed that I gave into the sexual appetites of her younger sisters and yet not hers. We've still never touched one another in that way, but with all animosity gone, and our relationship blooming once again, I can't help but feel that mortal guilt over my growing attraction to my first and eldest child. "Yeah, dad?" she quipped, breaking me from my thoughts. "Um...where's Nonny?" I asked. Jae and Millie both shared a grin and looked away for a moment before my daughter took my gaze once more and said "Seriously? Daddy, you should be asking, 'Where is Bobby'." III. (Nonny & Bobby) I've been in love with this girl since the day she threw her arms around me, begging that I let her sit on my lap, not sexual love mind you, but deep brooding love. For a long while she was as a niece to me, since the day I met Roran and the others. She was always the open one, the free spirit, just bursting with excitement and affection. Imagine my surprise the day I opened my shower door after rinsing my hair clean and seeing the young beauty standing in front of me with her eyes glowing a wolf's fierce yellow glaze, raking her finger nails down my front as she drove me from the bathroom into the adjoining bedroom and proceeded to mount me before I could conjure a rational thought. I had heard how she and Fanny had over powered their sleeping father and quite literally raped the poor man, as the changing years of wolf girls, Lycan or Were, bring about extreme bouts of arousal that cannot be subdued. But regardless of the relations with their father, I knew I had fallen desperately in love and she was MINE. "Daddy knows doesn't he?" she asked pulling me into the stock room. "Darlin..." I pulled her bikini strings and watched the top fall from her small but perfect breasts. "...Of that there is no doubt." With a moan our lips finally locked, a fiery passion that's been building all night watching her dance in that cage. I get a jolt from knowing all those guys want her, but god help me I want her all to myself, and when the time comes, I hope she wont hate me for wanting her to stop. I get jealous... Her tongue slithers around mine, seeking it out as we melt together, desperate with need, I need her now more and more. Nonny's slender fingers pull my shirt off of my body, knotting themselves in the hair on my chest while our eyes glow with increasing passion. She pulled away breathing heavily... "You don't think he's hurt do ya?" she asked me "I haven't laid with papa in over a month and now he sees why...you know... he might be jealous...you don't think he's jealous do you?" Grasping her tight bottom I lift her in the air against the shelves. "Baby girl... I saw his eyes, he's not only okay with it, I think he's given his silent blessing." "Blessing?" she stared down. "Well, you know..." I want to ask her, I want to so bad. She's so young; she needs a life before taking up with an aging mortal wolf like me. Nonny just leaned down and kissed me. I loved the feeling of her fingers running through my hair while we kissed. I've grown absolutely addicted to this angel. "You...haven't...told me...mmm...if you liked my new color." She said between kisses. "I love it," I told her honestly. "Any redder girl, you'd be a burnin ball of fire." Nonny laughed a little, "What ya laughin at girl?" I asked her. "You, ya big old redneck werewolf." She giggled at me, reaching for my belt. "Your accent never ceases to tickle me...but if you start talking about grits and guns, so help me." I growled at her playfulness before tearing her bikini bottoms away and lifting her in the air, legs seated on my shoulders with my palms under her adorable bottom, slipping my tongue into her wet trimmed biscuit. With one hand on the ceiling and the other gripping my hair, she let out a howl that no doubt everyone in the club and this side of Two Mile Rd heard. Poor bastards at the Circle Stop across the street were probably scared shitless that a big ole dog was about to come for em with those pipes of hers shaking the roots outta the earth. Her scent was heaven, but her flavor was Godly and could not be dethroned by any. She tasted perfect! My tongue lapped hungrily, not wanting to waste one drop of her sweetness down my chin, as I held tight, hungry for more. "Bobby! Ooooh god! Stop! Please! Fuck I'm gonna...gonna...geeeeeoooooood!!!!!" She squealed holding on for dear life as her body shook and convulsed in my grip. Her five foot five was nothing to my six foot six when I held her in the air. "Please Bobby, god uncle Bobby...please!" she begged every time she came, I loved it. Nonny's sweet nectar poured from her tight lady parts down my face making me hungrier and hungrier, compelling me to swing her to dangling upside down my body with my arms around her lower back holding her that I may burrow deeper into her tender snatch. "Uncle Bobby!" she moaned, gripping my thighs, her growing claws digging into my jeans while I devoured her pussy like fresh kill, till I felt her sink her fangs through my pants into my thigh to muffle her moans. The sweet pain set me on fire, as I swirled my tongue into her dark nethers, tasting both crevices... mine...all mine. "NOW!!!" she screamed at me, making me dropped her to her hands and knees. I loved watching her eyes full of flames glaring into space as she growled baring doggy fangs, wiggling her heated tiny ass at me, begging me to breed her silly. Growling, I dropped my britches and mounted the sweetheart, my fingers gripping hers from behind as I worked my aching pike into the girls tight opening, causing another loud squeal of moaning howls to rattle the foundation. Holding ours fists entwined tightly, I forced myself deep and hard, biting back the need to howl myself as I turned the desire of love making into a storm of wild fucking into the hot depths of my sweety. "Grrrr uncle Bobby!" She was becoming that primal bitch in heat that rocked my world. "Fuck me!" freeing her hand and reach over her shoulder to take my hair in her little fist "Goddamn you! Fuck me!!!" she howled. My newly freed hand reached to take her hip, my nails digging in and drawing fresh hot blood, as I pounded hard and deep from behind. The animals were taking over making our bodies shiver with sweat and steam, our fucking growing wilder with every thrust. Her tight pussy gripped me like a velvet vice, almost cutting off the circulation of blood to my manhood. I just kept a tight hold of her tiny waist, slamming harder and harder. The Thrusts getting quicker with every inward push that bedded my cock in her warmth. Nonny's womb seemed to grasp the head of my heated prick every time I touched bottom, which caused her claw the floor with delicious new noises rising from her throat. "Cum..." she stuttered "cum...cum...cumming...cumming!" "That's it girl! That's my girl!" I snarled into her ear, pushing faster and harder, feeling my own fire about to let loose inside of her quivering body. "CUMMING!!!!!" she cried out breaking a couple of her razor sharp nails while making deep scratches in the concrete floor with the rest. I take her hips in both my hands, rising with my head back, my own eyes burning yellow and bright while pulling her hips into me, exploding inside of my sweet Nonny. She lay panting as I emptied myself inside of her tight gripping cunt walls as she milked my every seed with purpose. Falling beside her on the cold floor from behind, never letting myself fall out, pulling her back to my chest as we breathed heavily, knowing we'd have to move soon if we wanted to continue this at my own...and for lil Nonny, I could go all night. Her red hair almost burning before my eyes as I thrust my nose in it to take a deep whiff, admiring this twenty year old kitten in my arms giving herself to my old ass. I knew I didn't deserve but the world be damned if I wasn't gonna be happier than a fox with a new tail to have her... "Don't!" she snapped "Don't you dare take it out of me!" Nonny turned her head around to kiss me, our wet bodies held close as we shared our tongues and lips with the passion of teenagers. This old dog was gonna stay young because of her...that much was true. "Hey..." she caught my attention after breathing in the cool air conditioned air for a few minutes. "Can a were' get a Lycan pregnant?" I'd never even considered that possibility. I know Lycans can't knock each other up but Weres' were completely different animals, so the possibility wasn't far off. "I dunno darlin." I answered her honest. "Well..." she turned in my arms, cuddling her cheek against my chest, twirling the hairs in her fingers "We've got about 9 more years to try." 'Oh God!' I thought 'Effin ask her you old fool' I only wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kept her close, not wanting to end this spell the beautiful puppy cast on me...mine...all mine. IV. With some Lionel Ritchie playing on the jukebox, I sat at the bar talking to Millie, enjoying the occasional banter and good-humored chuckle at Nonny's howls that not one of us in the whole club missed. I will admit a part of me has grown a little jealous of the man who took my baby for his own...what father wouldn't be... from a non sexual point of view, this is the little angel that gives her unconditional love from first sight, and from the moment each of my baby girls opened their eyes and reached their tiny hands for me, I was a father in the deepest love a man could feel for em... it's a hard thing to part with on any level. "You okay, pop?" Millie brought me from my thoughts. "Yeah." I groaned, sitting up. "Just hate knowing my babies gotta grow up." After~Dark She smiled, turning towards the remaining patrons "Last call! Get em now or not at all." Before coming back to me... "Dad...you are getting way too old." She gave me a hearty and fun cackle. "We grow, that's what we do." "I'm not a complete imbecile...I know these things." Throwing back one more shot of Wild Turkey. "I just hate it is all." The last customer got a bud light before Millie shut down the bar and started cleaning while I stood up and grabbed a broom to help her. We both noticed Cleo and Jae coming out of the bathroom with blood dripping down their faces and behind them the joyful yet glamour'd faces of their meals staggered out and went for the door calling cabs on their cell phones. "Millie!" I called to my baby. "Nonny and Bobby haven't worked for the last hour, let them clean up..." She put the rag down and strolled over to me, "oh-kay... then what are we gonna do?" I pulled my shirt off, folding it and placing it on the bar. "Go for a run in the desert?" Millie (short for Maleficent, yes Sleeping Beauty, my favorite movie...guess what, her middle names Aurora. Get it? Maleficent Aurora Wilder...) followed pulling off her own shirt, folding it neatly before pushing her shorts and panties down her thighs, causing me to actually blush at the sight of her. The sheriffs department knows about me and knows I like to go for runs, so if they receive calls of a large bluish beast running through the desert, they know its me. So at times, not often anymore, I like to go for runs where the houses are so few that the sand and wild Joshua trees and brush are in abundance. The remaining few customers sputtering their beers when they beheld my Goddess of a daughter complete in her naked glory... Imagine the stark raving terror they must have felt when the two of us growled and roared as our bodies extended and changed into the dark blue flesh and mixed grey and dark fur. Having taped myself at one time I found that in full form I'm at least seven and a half feet tall and so fucking scary looking, I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that I probably cause a few heart attacks here and there. The night was dark and excessively warm in the latest summer month, no doubt at home my little Peach was hot enough to cook an egg on her belly, and feeling the indescribable cramps surging through. I learned to wait until the time was right to try and comfort my angels, as now it would only piss her off. My eldest and I ran wild through the dark desert sands, scaring any and all coyotes and mountain lions shitless as we hurled through, kicking up a dust storm behind us. Stopping at times to playfully maul at and claw one another, rough housing as wolves do before running some more. Her fur was shining black with silver stripes down her back and tail. Her eyes were not that wolfish yellow, but red with dots of glowing ice blue, making her a beautiful beast of a girl compared to the ragged old grey and dark coal colored beast with dark blue skin running beside her...and as she leaped from one boulder across a ten foot gap to another, she changed mid air into the splendid naked girl beauty she was before, landing on the other end with her eyes locked onto the glowing full moon. I landed beside her, gaining my ground before changing back to man myself, following her gaze at the high sand dollar looking moon above. "It's so big you can almost touch it, papa." She panted tentatively raising her fingertips as if to touch the surface. Millie turned and lay sprawled on her back over the warm hot boulder beneath her never turning her gaze from the moon. "When I was little, I use to dream of living there. All alone on the moon, with you." I sat beside her, with my fingers stroking her belly gently. "With me, honey?" She nodded, turned her eyes to my own, her hand on top of mine, resting it on her tummy. "We had a farm house on the moon...you and I...we lived like a married couple. Just you and me." Millie kept my hand still upon her belly as she turned her gaze back towards the moon with a far away gleam in her eyes. "We would fly through the air to land softly like the astronauts. We had a garden of flowers that swayed so slowly with the moons atmosphere." My baby's childish recollections made me wanna spill a tear from my eye as I listened, her voice almost dreamlike... I mostly wanted to cry for the years we'd fallen apart from one another... the times I'd missed with the girl who'd run everywhere with me in her youth. "Dad?" She turned to me again. "I try to understand... you WERE a mortal once...and mortals have reservations about incest, especially with ones so young. Its just...well...I just couldn't understand because I am not a mortal girl. My world is not like theirs...they get hurt every day by bad men. If one of those bad men tried to hurt me, I'd kill him." I nodded. "Mortals don't have our senses, our powers...they are vulnerable where we are not." Before I knew what else, she slowly moved my hand lower down her belly, looking back towards the moon. "I'm not a mortal girl daddy, and I'm passed my time for whelping pups." My heart beat quickly, my breath coming short as my fingers brushed over the light patch of fuzz over her well-trimmed pudendum. "Daddy." She softly sighed, "I know you never meant to hurt my feelings..." "Honey I..." I tried to speak but she would not be swayed from her thought "...no daddy...listen...I love you, and I'm sorry I hurt you by running away. I know you love Judy, and I love her too...but you were mine first, so now, well, daddy..." My heart was racing as that song resounded in my mind, pulsing each lyric as if Tito & Tarantula were right there beside my ear, whispering the tune. Watching her strolling in the night So white and wondering why It's only after dark. She rose from her back and leaned in close to brush her lips to mine, her hand on mine, working one of my fingers into her soft folds. "...Daddy..." she whispers like a song. "It's time to be the wolf you truly are." Why it's only after dark. Millie rose higher, bringing my hand away as she seated herself, legs on either side and wrapping seductively around my waist as her warm hand grasped my growing passion from between my legs. A mew escaped her lips as she softly teased the tip through her moist slit, her eyes heavy while her head rolls back with a gasp. "...Daddy..." she groans "...I'm the next wife of your pride!" she calls out slipping her vice like quim down the length of my throbbing manhood. The darkness broken only by the moonlight upon our flesh, paints a picture of perfect lust etched upon our faces before our lips meet, as they should have so long ego. Her claws tearing into the flesh of my neck as our bodies writhe and grind against the other. In her eyes a distant firelight Burns bright wondering why It's only after dark. My own claws reach around her slender form, grasping her shoulders tightly as our fires burn with a kiss that stills our very breaths. Her body tight and desperate against mine where our sexes meet engaged with building passion. Her gash tightening and milking me deep inside of her womb. I find myself in her room Feel the fever of my doom falling Falling through the floor I'm knocking on the devil's door Twisting us around, I lay above my daughter, the seed of my love with my only niece, buried deep inside of her on the warm boulder in the summer evening. I grind my pelvis to hers, causing my beloved to throw her head back, eyes tightly shut and mouth opening gasping and moaning. "Yes." She hisses as I fill her with deep slow strokes. My lips nuzzling at her neck, suckling at the flesh of my flesh with ever increasing need to mark her my own while my hips build a deeper rhythm to the song in my head. "Daddy!" she gasps "...oh god, where are you right now?" her giggles of delight turn to desperate whimpers as I hover above her body, grinding against her melting sex. From where I have no knowledge, I was humming, as I thrust musically into her tight gripping pussy, before I started singing with broken whispers the song that belonged to the passion I bore for my loves. I don't know if she heard me, but all the while, I building a faster rhythm, fucking my baby girl deeper in the moonlight. Her fingers dug deep into my back bringing about exquisite pleasurable pain with every inward thrust I made into her dripping cunt, at long lost, my baby was mine. "Pa...pa!" she was clinging desperately close to her impending orgasm, "Pa...pap..papa!!! DADDY!" she bit down on my shoulder, wolf fangs deep in my flesh as our bodies went writhing with increased speed. Flesh smacking flesh with every thrust, my quim holding tight to my prong as it slid in and out deep and hard. Millie threw her head back, wide opened mouth baring razor sharp fangs on top and bottom with her glowing red and ice blue wolf eyes catching the light of the moon, her throat parting with a long and deafening howl to the sky as her pussy quivered in orgasm with multiple spasms around my cock. Impossibly tight her body held to me while she let her primal growls curse the silent summer night with the news of her throbbing gash cumming around the long hard fat manhood belonging to her own father. Nails tearing flesh from his chest with the throws of orgasmic bliss quaking in her loins. "Mill! Honey!" I groaned thrusting forth, spilling long overdue incestuous seed in my baby girls womb. Closing tight my eyes with my pelvis thrusting and holding tight against hers, I fought the need to cry out by snapping downward and thrusting my teeth into my daughters shoulder, inciting another mind shattering orgasm from us both. "Fuck, DAD!" she clawed my back once more, rattling her body beneath mine as her pussy milked and tugged every ounce of seed from my aching groin. As our orgasms subsided, we panted heavily, holding one another tightly in a merciless embrace as I hummed the last of the song from my mind into her neck. In my heart A deep and dark and lonely part Wants her waits for after...dark. She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair "You and that song, daddy...you and that song." Sighing as she held me, her lips kissing the top of my head. I just lay there in my daughters arms, the love overtaking my heart as I ached, cherishing the taste of blood and the smell of sex. There are more fantasies in mind for the After~Dark club and all its characters. If you like this one, then there will be more to come...lemme know ...and FYI please forgive any grammer or spelling errors as I have no editor and try to catch them with a read over. My spell and grammer check is grade-school at best so yeah...thank you for reading After Dark ...A Bizaar 3some Over the last 11 years I had numerous encounters of 3some's but the most bizarre was the one where I been part of it but yet I never saw the face of the woman whom I was having sex. It was 2008 when I visited my School days buddy's place, who is a Doctor now and having a good name and fame. In the evening when quit his chamber he took to the Club for drinks. Over the drinks we keep on remembering our youth days and our own sexual escapades. The more drink flown in we became more loose in tongue and started spilling out sexual adventures of recent times. During conversation I blurted to him that I am now hooked to threesome and narrated him few amazing experiences of the swinging world. By the time we left the club he was all worked up and driving back he told me that currently he is having a sexual relationship with colleagues wife, who is nuts about sex and went on describing her. He said her name is Shanti, she is around 40 year old, height is 5'1" and her boobs are well shaped size 32. She been born and raised in Village and is having a typical small Indian city background. She is fair complexioned small woman. My friend while describing her called her up over the mobile and started sexual talk over it in front of me. As talks became more raunchy and sexy he mentioned about me. He told her that I am an old friend of his and told her about my experimentation with swinging world. Then he told her about his desire to experience 3some with her along with me. Naturally at first she refused point blankly to him and rejected any idea to have a sexual relationship with anyone other than my friend. But after cajoling of 30 minutes over mobile, she later gave in to my friends persuasion power, as well her own desire to taste the forbidden. She agreed for one time sexual experiment but she put on one condition that I won't be allowed to see her! Any way we agreed to that condition and visited her house around 11 PM. Her husband wasn't at home as he was posted in nearby district. Her son who was in class 12th and daughter in 10th were sleeping in their room at that time. He ranged her up before visiting her place, informing her that we are on the way. She let her front door remained open for us, so that we slip in the darkness without any noise.. That door directly led in to her drawing room, so we pushed the door and slipped in the dark. I was a bit shaky as wasn't sure in the dead of the night what to expect. But my friend was cool and relaxed as this wasn't his first time to adopt this modus operandi to meet her at her home. Within a minute I could make out that someone else was also in the room. As I was busy to make out the sofa to sit I could hear that he was embracing and kissing her. Although it was dark but I could make it out what those two figures were doing. When he started to open up her blouse, she was wearing sari blouse at that time, she murmured something and moved into adjourning lobby. My friend motioned me to follow him and we entered into a dark lobby. There was one wooden plank with made-up bed on it. He stripped her of blouse and started sucking her boobs. Watching both figures mingling in dark was erotic and was a novelty for me. All the time when both the lovers were busy in kissing and feeling each other, I was just an onlooker there, not sure what to do next. When both were wrestling on that makeshift bed, into each other, I touched her feet and massaged them. At first I could sense that her whole body muscle got tensed up and she even stopped kissing my friend. I totally disregarded the coiling of her body muscles and dropped my lips on her feet and sucked her toe thumb. This did wonder to her and suddenly groaning and moaning sounds of hers returned back. This was an indication that whatever reluctance she had about the whole thing was put in to the rest and she just going to give in and enjoy what ever going to happen in that dark lobby. Once she let herself go, then nothing was left to the imagination. My friend stripped her off naked and she helped him in removing his cloths. Watching them going naked I did the same with furious speed. I moved up and kissed her and felt her boobs which were small but now very much hard. I swallowed those now hardened nipples and sucked on them while my friend started working on her cunt. By this time she was real hot and murmured to my friend" Chodo na daksaab(Fuck me now Doctor)." He then motioned me to come his side and he moved up and murmured in her ear'Mere dost kaa Lund pehle apni Chut me leloe baad mei mere laund se chudna(First take my friends Cock in yours Cunt and then get Fucked by my Cock.)". I just ducked between her legs and kissed her wet Cunt, which was not only warm and throbbing but was damn wet and I chewed on her. I sucked her real hard and tongue fucked he. In the dead of the silence and darkness I could hear her and moaning and hissing. As I got my head over her legs, I could very well see that My Doctor thick cock was mouth fucking her. Then I spread her legs and slipped in my hard cock in her all wet cunt and fucked her. It was a very fast paced fuck as I was hot and also we didn't want to stay too long there before someone wakes up in the house. I pumped my cock in her cunt nonstop and she realizing that I am in hurry she kept pushing her ass up to take my cock in her as deep as she could. The speed was in proportion of the muffled up sound coming out of her mouth, sound of pure orgasmic pleasure, till I ejaculated in her Cunt. Once I left her wet dripping cunt, my friend fucked her while I sucked her boobs and she clutched on to my limping Cock, who was anxious to come alive again. Once my friend ejaculated we put on our dress and went out. While driving back I was wondering who she really was? I just had an idea what kind of person she is. That was the first and last times in my life were I fucked someone whom I never knew who she was and what she really look like. I met this woman later again and that part of story let it be for another time.