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The Curse

By: devle



1800's 

The gaslights lit the street as a couple exited the hotel. The boy had his arm wrapped around the laughing girl as he whispered secrets in her ear. Casually and quite without her knowing it he led her down the street where fewer gaslamps lit the night.

"I'd better go home." She whispered in the boy's ear.

"Of course I'll take you home. Here is a shortcut." He explained leading her into a deserted bystreet. She went willingly enough until to her surprise the boy slammed her up against a wall.

"What are you doing?" She cried out as the boy began to pull up her skirts. "Stop! Stop!" His hand slid up the hot white flesh of her inner thigh. 

His hands went to his own pants unbuckling them exposing his long hard cock.

"No, Michael, please." She tried to push him off her but he was too heavy too intent on the rape. Tears ran down her pretty face.

Michael spread her legs by forcing his hips between hers. She was so warm and soft. God he'd wanted Angela Riche since he had first seen her.

With one forward thrust he tore through her tender virgin cunt. Angela cried out but there was no one to hear.

"What do you mean that you have been arraigned?" Richard McCallum shouted at the boy standing before his desk.

"I know nothing of it, Father."

Richard snorted in disbelief as he lay back into his leather chair. Richard was not an old man to be a father, he was only 43, with dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes. His body as well as his mind were hardened due to the hard labor that he did everyday on his plantation as well as on his shipping company. 

He glared at his son Michael with gun metal eyes. Fucking kid. Richard supposed in an abstract way that his son was very handsome he had inherited his dead wife's blond hair and murky blue eyes even her delicacy of face he had won from her as well and now at 22 he was a very sought after bachelor. Once again he cursed his lot in life to be saddled with this irresponsible youth.

"Damn your mother for dying when you were only ten! At least you would have learned how to treat a woman better." Richard lifted his whiskey glass to his sensual mouth. He set it down with an audible click in the silent room. "You tell me now you little shit what the hell happened."

Rage burned in Michael's eyes but he slowly got control of himself as he saw the knowing grin his father cast him.

"I did not rape Angela Riche."

Richard tapped his fingers on the surface of the walnut desk slowly letting each digit hit the wood. "Then why is she accusing you of such?"

"Because I refused to marry her."

"You expect me to believe you?" Richard asked dubiously.

"I don't care what you believe." Michael hissed.

"I'll contact my lawyer. Get the fuck out of my sight." 

The door slammed behind Michael. God, if Michael were to be found guilty, as Richard suspected that he was, Richard's shipping company would suffer as the McCallum name was ground into the dirt.

A knock at the door disturbed Richard. "Yes!"

"It's only me Massa." A slight black woman appeared by his desk bearing a tea tray.

"Thank you, Estephania." Richard sighed.

Estephania closed the door behind her. There was nothing to do now but wait.

The trial came up quickly probably due to the fact that Judge Waters was Mr. Riche's friend who took the case as a personal insult. Once Angela had gone up and given her tearful moving plea that Michael be punished for soiling her Richard knew that this was the end. Michael had took the stand and given a bunch of shit about how when the two were seen leaving the hotel together Angela was drunk and had gotten upset when Michael had refused to marry her. He said that they parted ways on the street.

No one appeared to believe what he said.

This night Richard sat before the fire in his den staring into the flames.

He heard a swish of skirts and when he looked up he saw Estephania at his side. He smiled halfheartedly at her. "What can I do for you, Estephania?" 

Estephania looked down at Richard. He had been a good massa he didn't mistreat the slaves and when there were grievances he always tried to be fair. It could have been worse. Her black eyes glittered in the flames as she spoke. "You wanna get your son off?"

Richard sat up straighter in his chair. "What are you saying, Estephania?"

"Go see this woman that I know she got the power to help you."

"What woman?"

"She be a priestess. She live on 42166 Birmingham Street, ask for Missy DeBray."

Richard looked skeptically at his slave. "What can she do to help me?"

"She be right with the gods they always hear her."

Richard sighed figuring that this was some slave vodoun shit but he was at his wit's end. What else was there to do? The verdict was to be given in two days and Richard's lawyer told him that his son would probably hang if Judge Waters had his way. He'd give the old crone a shot, he thought, why not? He was desperate to save his family name.

Arriving at 42166 Birmingham Street Richard saw a lovely and immense demesne. Probably a very rich family he surmised. Now he had to think about how he was going to go up to this family and ask to speak to one of their slaves. It just was not done.

Richard squared his massive shoulders, tugged at his white gloves and began walking up the drive to the house. As he was coming up he saw a woman dressed all in white coming out of the house. She had dark hair pulled back in a braid but that was all he could discern. She stopped a few feet away from the house to open up her parasol then she continued toward him.

When she came up to him she greeted him pleasantly, he returned the greeting then asked. "Do you know the family that live in this house?"

The woman smiled lazily causing Richard to think that she looked like the cat who ate the cream. She was very beautiful with dark hair and up close he saw that her eyes were brown. Her full lips were delicately carved and her high cheekbones carried no spot of rouge. When she smiled at him he saw a row of straight white teeth, the eyeteeth were a touch on the sharp side but though it unnerved him it excited him as well.

"Indeed I do." She raised arched black brows.

"I am seeking out a Miss DeBray. May I find her inside?"

Her smile vanished leaving her with a masterful look to her face. The indentations below her cheekbones were prominent. "Who sent you, Mr?"

"McCallum. Richard McCallum. My slave Estephania told me to seek her out here."

The woman in white nodded. "Estephania. I remember her she wanted love. I am Miss DeBray."

Shock hit Richard squarely in the chest as he struggled to breathe again. Where he had expected an aged crone mixing a bubbling brew he found a white woman. 

The woman smiled noting Richard's discomfort. "I was about to take my lunch at my club why do you not join me and we may talk there?"

Richard was quick to recover and graciously offered her his arm.

Once inside the restaurant they were seated at a table for two in a corner. Miss DeBray put her parasol down and when she was before Richard in all her glory she quite bowled him over with her beauty.

The waiter came and took their order when he left Richard began his story.

"I will pay you whatever you demand. Only please,"

Miss DeBray reached out to cover his callused hand with her soft one. The waiter came then setting bowls of soup before them. Miss DeBray daintily dipped her spoon in to take a taste. Richard fascinated stared at her mouth.

"My name is Narcissa DeBray since we are to be working together you may as well call me Narcissa. I have only one question to ask; is your son guilty?"

Richard's teeth were set on edge but he spoke the truth. "Yes."

"Very well Richard. Let us now speak of other things and when we are done if you would be so kind as to walk me home I will give you the particulars."

They finished their meal in a friendly mood yet when Richard walked Narcissa to her door she stopped him from entering. "I will help you."

Richard was standing so close to Narcissa he could smell the rosewater that she used and the scent made his head swim.

"I do not demand payment. I will leave it up to you to decide what is proper to give. Good afternoon, Richard, leave everything to me."

The day of the verdict. When Judge Waters proclaimed Michael not guilty the whole court was stunned. Angela, sobbing, was walked away by her father. That night Richard paid a visit to Narcissa DeBray.

She met him at the door dressed in a black peignoir once again denying him entrance but she went out onto her veranda with him.

"Yes, Richard?" She said.

Richard once again could not speak. Narcissa had her hair loose and it flowed in the slight spring breeze making her nipples harden. She had lovely breasts small but firm. Richard had not been able to put Narcissa out of his mind. Every night he dreamed of her, hot sexy dreams. He did things to her in those dreams that he never did with his own wife. He ran his finger below his collar to loosen it as he consciously moved his eyes from her breasts back to her eyes.

"I've come to pay you."

Another lazy smile as she turned more fully toward Richard showing him her slender body barely covered by the black lace. "Really?"

He handed over a piece of paper smiling inside as he did so. This would keep his Narcissa close at hand. "It is a deed to a house that was built on my property long ago. I have given you the land as well."

Narcissa took the paper. "Did you think I would ask for your soul?" She laughed seeing Richard's face.

He blew out a breath. "I was afraid you might."

"Thank you Richard. Good night." She whisked back into her palace in a flurry of black lace.

"Good night, Narcissa, you will be mine." Richard whispered to the night air.

Over the next few weeks Narcissa hired contractors to fix up the house as she saw fit. Richard had given her leave to enter his house whenever she wanted. Her presence aroused Michael from his drunken doings. Since he had been cleared Michael had boasted about the town that he was invincible and irresistible. He now saw Narcissa, little knowing that she was the means of his salvation, he desired her.

He waited until she was alone in the library one night poring over a book reading by the light of a candelabra. Like a snake he struck tipping over the chair Narcissa sat in dumping her to the floor. Michael got on top of her raising her thin chemise but Narcissa was stronger than the hysterical Angela and she picked up her book bringing it with a resounding thud against his temple. He fell on top of her senseless.

Narcissa scooted out from under his dead weight and stood. This time the little boy would get what he deserved. Picking out one white candle from the candelabra she stepped over Michael's sprawled body. She spat on him. "I curse you. That your body may weaken and spoil with none to save you." She tipped the candle onto the exposed skin of his chest so that a hot dribble of wax fell onto his skin burning him. Narcissa smiled. "The life in the candle, the life in your body are now one and the same." She blew out the candle.

One week later Michael was too weak to get out of bed. All the doctors that Richard brought in could not tell him what was wrong with his son. Desperate he went to Narcissa.

"Can you help my son?" He pleaded before her in his master bedroom.

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?" Richard started to see red.

"He deserves what is happening to him." Narcissa sat before him on the edge of his bed a regal queen.

"Damn you witch I said fix him!" He reached out gripping Narcissa by the shoulders shaking her. His lust rising with his anger.

"No!"

Richard stopped shaking Narcissa and kissed her mouth. Her lips were sweet and warm and he kissed her harder. Pushing her back onto the bed. Where the son had been a fool the father was an expert and there was no way Narcissa could just push him off.

"Please Richard," She breathed.

Richard was lost in his haze of lust ripping apart the thin bodice of Narcissa's gown exposing her breasts. "God I want you, Narcissa. I've wanted you since I first saw you." His hot mouth suckled her breast.

Narcissa placed her hands on his shoulders tring to push him off her but Richard was built like an ox and would not budge.

With one hand Richard reached below Narcissa's skirts finding her cunt damp. 

"Don't do this, Richard." Narcissa's dark eyes pleaded. Richard only smiled. He burrowed his hand farther in to touch her tender clit Narcissa bucked up at the touch.

"Yeah, baby. Let me touch you." Richard kissed her smooth neck. 

Strange sensations were building up inside Narcissa making her long for release from this sweet torment. Release came when Richard slid down her body burying his face in her cunt licking and sucking her swollen flesh.

Richard grunted in satisfaction as he heard Narcissa's screams of ecstasy. Quickly he unfastened his trousers releasing his thick cock he moved back over Narcissa.

"No!" Narcissa shrieked feeling the blunt tip of Richard's cock butting into her tight cunt seeking entrance. But between her exhalation and inhalation Richard entered her.

He stopped in shock for a moment.

Narcissa was a virgin.

But his lust won out over his surprise as he began to move inside her. He caught Narcissa's gasps and sighs with his kiss. She was so tight and wet. God, it had never been this good before. He wanted to last longer for her but he was too overwhelmed and came deep inside her.

Narcissa shoved Richard's body off of her pulling together her clothes she rose up regally and walked out of the room. There were no tears, no histrionics, nothing.

Richard clothed himself and followed her. Narcissa was exiting the house when Richard called her name. Narcissa stilled but did not turn to face him. Richard couldn't speak and Narcissa left.

One week later and Michael was dead. 

Narcissa knew that she should not have helped Richard when he asked for her help. She knew that Michael had been guilty so necessarily the magic had come back on her threefold. First the son tried to rape her, unsuccessfully, and then the father, successfully. Her virginity which she had saved all these years, 22 to be exact, was in ruins. She hoped that that would be the end to her punishment. Now she lay hidden inside her house on 42166 Birmingham Street wondering what to do next. She had heard that Michael was dead. Thanks to her, she smiled smugly. So now what would Richard do? He had no heir to pass his fortune off to. Oh well, that wasn't her problem. Narcissa sighed leaning back onto her bed, it was nine o'clock at night may as well get some sleep.

Something woke Narcissa up. She sat up in her bed surrounded by total darkness. She couldn't see anything couldn't hear anything except the frantic beat of her heart.

Suddenly a hand shot out of the darkness clamping over Narcissa's mouth stifling her screams.

"You didn't really think I would let you get away, did you?" The deep voice rasped as she was thrown back onto the bed. 

The Curse



Dick had always had bad luck with the opposite sex. So much in fact that on more than one occasion he had wondered if he had been cursed at birth to never have a fruitful relationship. 

Even though his marriage with Jane had been the longest relationship that he had ever had. The thought had crossed his mind once or twice that his curse had finally been broken. The love of a good woman had shattered that chain and freed him at last. Those first five years with her had been the happiest time he could remember. 

She gave him Little Nell, his daughter, and he would always be thankful for that no matter what his wife had done to him. Her golden locks of hair and sweet smile could light even that darkest night. It was for her that he was thankful that the bad times where now finally over.

He looked in the rearview mirror and watched his precious angel as she gazed out the window. She hummed in perfect tune with the song that played on the radio as her eyes moved from passing buildings to moving cars back to passing buildings. Nell held on to a small brightly wrapped package, had fingers idly drumming the side of it.

Her mother, he thought, had not been the perfect woman after all. Oh sure Jane and his relationship had started off great, but isn’t that how it always starts. Showering each other with kisses upon waking every morning. Only to fall asleep in one another’s arms that same night. 

The years passed and, like most other couples, we teased each other about having secret admirers. There was that coworker that would look her up and down when she walked by and had his own pet name for her. 

Then there was the secretary that worked in his office. You know the type; they always seemed to wear some short skirt or dress that showed off her long legs and would wear tight blouse or sweat that hugged her large breasts. She also wore a necklace with a golden-heart pendant that always rested so perfectly in the cleavage. Jane commented that she noticed her looking at him with hungry eyes.

It was fine and fun at times, but when Dick got that long awaited promotion and that secretary was no longer just a secretary in his office but now his secretary is when things changed. His new position had him working long hours late into the evening. 


At first when he called to tell her that he would be working late and she inquired about Ms. Legs, her name was Helen but that was the nickname the guys in the office had given his secretary. “Was she working late as well,” she asked on more than a few occasions? Sometimes the reply was yes, although most times it was no.

Dick knew then that something was wrong, instinct most likely, but didn’t think anything of it. Like a fool he made a playful remark or two about what Helen, Ms. Legs, wore to work and how he caught her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking. 

That is when Jane started showing up the office unannounced. Reflecting on it now, he realized that she was checking up on him under the guise of ‘bringing him something to ‘eat’ or ‘just in the neighborhood and thought I would stop and say hi.’

He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner; maybe if he had things would not have ended the way they had. Jane slipped into a depression.

She would not eat and had trouble sleeping at night. Dick, in return, saw what was happening to his beloved wife and took some time off from work to help her through it. After a few days she seemed to get better, even had a smile on her face some of the time. He even thought about counseling, but when he mentioned the possibility she rejected it with such fierceness the only thing he could do was stare at her in wonder. 

This woman that he loved beyond words was now a mystery to him. Later she apologized assuring him that nothing was wrong. He now wished that she had gone, but like they say hind sight is always more clear. 

The following Monday he returned to work to find the office in chaos and his late nights started again. When he called to explain why he was staying late Jane hit the roof. She accused him of cheating on her with Ms. Legs.

“I see how she looks at you!” she charged. “And I know you look at her.”

He tried reasoning with her on the phone even though his anger was growing by the minute. She threw harsh words at him and then his own words that he had said before, but she twisted them. They were no longer the playful teasing in which he had intended, but cruel lies that in her eyes where proof of his adultery. 

Angry he hung up the phone and felt that old feeling creep back in like a cold chill sweeping up his spine. He felt the curse’s return tickling the back of his neck and he froze. Afraid that if he turned he would see it perched, the fat hairless imp, on the back of his leather chair, grinning a many-toothed smile from pointed ear to pointed ear. 

He could hear its shrill voice in his head, “Nope,” it said, “I’m still here.” 

It took him more than a hour to get the thought from his head and two before he would look back to make sure the creature was in fact not there. The rest of the evening was spent on how to convince his wife that he wasn’t cheating on her.

Dick pulled into his sister’s driveway and put car in park. “Do you have everything?” he asked Nell as he glanced back. He hoped that she hadn’t seen how lost in thought he had been on the drive here.

“Yes daddy,” came the reply as her tiny hands gathered the present and a small card. They got out of the car and walked hand-in-hand up to the front door. “Do you think Margaret is going to be here?”

Dick glanced down at her smiling face, “I’m sure she already is. Tell Timothy happy birthday from me.” He kneeled and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. 

“I will.”

He rang the doorbell as he stood, “And have fun. I’ll be back in a later to pick you up.”

The door opened and, with a wave and a smile, she was gone.

He could have stayed for the party, but he needed this time to think and be alone. Besides she needed to forget, if only for a short time, about what had happened.

Dick was sure that Nell knew what had happened. After that night Jane and he said very little. He tried to talk with her, but every time he brought up the subject she would say nothing and storm off upstairs to their room. He thought about following her and would have but Nell’s room was next to their room and he was sure that an argument would wake her. He hoped that time would ease the tension enough so they could talk the following day, but it didn’t. 

Over the next few weeks her paranoia grew with each passing day, as did their fights. He even thought that he saw her watching for him from across the street as he worked. He felt eyes on him as he drove to nearby restaurant for lunch. Her accusations increased until finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he gathered some things and left. 

He drove around for an hour contemplating on getting a motel room for the night, but he knew needed to talk to someone or he would drive himself into madness. He went to his sister’s finally hoping that she was still up. 

Confiding to her of the problems they were having and he found himself staring down into his cup of green tea watching the reflection of the light in the rippling surface. She sat across from him at her kitchen table listening as he repeatedly told her that he was doing nothing wrong. 

They weeks of blame wearing him down to the point where he thought that he may have done something or at least had the thought cross his mind. Which to him was just as bad if not worse than committing the adulterous deed. 

His sister urged him to see a counselor. To see someone that could help them with their problem. Dick listened intently and remembered how she had changed when he had mentioned it last time. He pushed his cup aside, crossed his arms on the tabletop, and buried his head as he began to weep; all the while he could feel the weight of the curse more and more.

The next day at work he found himself picking up the phone and calling her father, Jimmy. Dick didn’t know why but he felt that her father might be of some help; she is after all his daughter. He spent the next few hours recanting the events that occurred. 

Jimmy muttered a prayer, “Dear merciful God not again.” There was an uncomfortable silence before he started speaking again. “There is something that you need to know about Janie.”

Janie was the name her family called her and now for some reason that name echoed in Dick’s mind.

Her father told him of a time in Jane’s life when she was just thirteen years old, “She was still a child when it happened,” he was saying. The pain in his voice could be heard and Dick’s heart sunk. She had become infatuated with her math teacher, Mr. Grissom, and spent every moment that she could in his presence. 

She had sent him love letters and other teachers found her drawing hearts around the pictures of him in the school annual. He called her parents and scheduled a meeting so they could talk about it. 

The meeting seemed to go well, Mr. Grissom told her that he was flattered but he was married. He explained that she was too young and that it was just a phase that would pass. He gave her a hug after the meeting and told he that he would always be her friend, and Jimmy didn’t hear anything more about it.

A few weeks passed and Jimmy had forgotten about it until the police showed up on his doorstep wanting to speak with Jane. They explained that someone had broken into Mr. Grissom’s home. Pictures of Mrs. Grissom had been broken and pencils stabbed through her head. Her clothes were torn and scattered about the house. Personal things of the victim were missing and they hoped to find nothing.

Jimmy was silent for a moment. They had found something. In her room, in the closet, were pictures and things that had been taken from his home. Jimmy and his wife were shocked at the sight of the policeman pulling these items from his daughter’s closet. One by one he pulled them out and put them into small plastic bags that he labeled with a marker.

“They arrested her Dick,” he explained. “My little Janie was taken away in the back of a cop-car.” 

They took her to a juvenile detention center and the next day she was given a full psychological evaluation. Upon completing the evaluation they committed her to a place where she could get the help that she needed. 

Jimmy didn’t go into great detail and Dick in turn was afraid to ask.

“When she was released a year later she was changed.” There seemed to be relief in his voice. “She was the little girl that I remembered. There was no hint of the girl that had broken into that poor man’s home.”

That was the secret that her father had hidden away for so long, refusing to believe that it had happened. 

When Dick hung up the phone he sat back in his chair in disbelief. It was like he was outside himself watching himself breaking down. Tears streamed down his face.

“That was rich,” the impish voice amused. The words invading his head like a swarm reaching out to the limits of his mind.

He pounded his fists on the temples of his head trying to beat out the thoughts. He cried out, “You’re not real!”

The imp howled in laughter causing its jellyrolls of fat to wave intensely. “You should know better than that.”

The room was spinning and it was all Dick could do to keep from puking. Then there was a knock on his door. Dick snapped back to his senses. Wiping the tears away with the back of his sleeve and taking a deep breath before standing and walking to the door. 

There stood Ms. Legs, her smile fading when she saw the redness of his cheeks. “Is everything alright Dick?” she asked softly.

He flashed a fake smile, “Yeah, everything is fine. You needed something?” Changing the subject as quickly as he could. He avoided looking her in the eyes, fearful that she would press the matter but she didn’t.

“Yes, you had a call while you were on the phone. It was the daycare they need you to call ASAP.” She watched him intently, her gaze sympathetic.

“Thank you,” he said silently. “I’ll be leaving early today.” He closed the door slowly as he glanced up and smiled.

He called the daycare where Nell spent the afternoon at until Jane picked her up after work. They were calling because Jane had failed to show and someone needed to come and get Nell.

Dick called his sister and asked her if she would mind picking up Nell for the daycare. He told her he would call Jane and have her pickup Nell as soon as possible. He assured her that everything was fine; Jane was probably working late and forgot to call to let him know.

He called her work and she was not there, they told him, and had not made it in today. Puzzled, he called home knowing, that the daycare would have tried there first and if they did not get an answer then he would not either. 

Leaving work early he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The curse began to laugh that impish cackle in his head and the closer he got to home the louder it got. There was a man standing at the door when he drove into the drive.

His uniform identified him as a police officer and he walked up the car as Dick stepped from his vehicle. He told Dick that his wife had been in an accident and that she was critically injured and had been rushed to the hospital. 

He escorted Dick to the hospital as fast as they could drive. Dick’s thoughts and emotions were jumbled and swayed from guilt and regret to sorrow and fear. He prayed that everything to be all right, but the voice in his head laughed with each prayer. 


It was horrible, much worse than he had imagined. She had slammed into a truck and was thrown through the windshield. She was unrecognizable, her face lacerated to the point that the skin was just resting on the face. She had lost most of her teeth and portions of her skull had gapping holes. 

Dick saw the ring on her finger, recognized it, and then everything went dark. When awoke several minutes later everything was moving in slow motion. The police were asking him was that her and the ring was unmistakable. His eyes glued to the gurney were she, now covered, lay motionless. 

He didn’t remember puking but knew that he had from the sour slimy film that coated the inside of his mouth. He rushed to the restroom and splashed cold water on his face. Taking in a mouthful, swishing it around with his tongue, and then spitting it into the sink. 

The funeral was held a few days later. It was cloudy and threatening to rain as the precession drove into the cemetery. No one grieved more than Nell that day and Dick hated himself for that. The last memories of her mother that she would remember was those of them arguing and fighting. 

He knew that she would eventually resent him for that, if she didn’t already. Dick tried to be the good father and speak with Nell about it, but she would only breakdown crying. He could hear her at night calling out to her mother in her sleep and the sound hurt more than anything.

The house was unusually warm when he stepped though the front door. The house felt strange, something pricked at the back of his neck, but Dick shrugged. He always expected Jane to come running down stairs, arms wide, to give him a hug. 

“I’ll never get used to it,” he told himself. He walked into the kitchen and put a teapot of water on the stove. He turned on the television, the noise of the tube chasing away the demons that lingered in the house.

The voice of the new reporter echoed in the background as Dick pulled a picture off the entertainment center and gazed at it in puzzlement. Hadn’t he put this picture in Nell’s room, he wondered? It was of Jane and Nell hugging cheek to cheek with bright smiles on their faces.

‘A woman was found brutally murdered today in her downtown apartment,’ the reporter informed. “The young woman worked as a secretary. Her name has yet to be released, pending the murder investigation. Investigators stating that there was evidence of a struggle and that it looked like a crime of passion.” 

Dick froze, afraid to even take a breath. There was no name given, but he somehow knew that it was Helen. The teapot slowly began to wail as Dick realized there was a faint sweet smell in the air. He knew before he heard the footfalls on the stairs that someone was in the house.

Laughter thundered in his head from the imp, the curse, and he should have seen it coming. The sound of the teapot slowly being drown out by the laughter until it could be heard no more. There was the unmistakable smell of Jane’s perfume, now strong enough to choke him, should have warned him-did warn him that something was amiss. He could see the imp in his mind’s eye taking the form of his late wife. 

He knew it was not the wife he remembered but a mass of twisted and torn flesh. Even as he turned and lay eyes on her, his muscles stiffened and he found himself unable to move.

Jane stood before him like an angel, wearing a white flowery dress, hands behind her back, and head cocked slightly to the side. Her eyes looking upon him full of sorrow and sadness as she stepped toward him. 

“I’m sorry it has to end this way,” she spoke softly. “But you brought it on to yourself.”

His mouth was dry and his voice horse as he tried to speak., “H-ho-how,” he stammered. “I-it c-can’t be.”

“But it is. And now I am free or soon will be.”

Dick glanced down to see that familiar golden-heart pendant resting in the cleavage of her breasts. His eyes stayed fixed on that pendant as she took his hand and pulled him to her. His eyes watered as he felt a sharp pain across his wrist and then again across the other wrist. He raised a hand to see blood flowing from a deep cut on his wrist. 

His hand fell forward onto her chest and he involuntary grasped the pendant. He pulled it from her neck and stumbled backwards. 

“You killed her?” he asked oblivious to his bleeding wrists.

“No,” she whispered. She motioned to a paper on a side table, “You killed her.”

He staggered over to the table and tried to focus on the letter. His vision blurred and his head spinning as he read. It was a confession. Not just a confession but also a suicide note and it was signed Dick.

“Then you killed yourself.”

The imp perched on the back of the couch and giggled uncontrollably. “She fooled you. Fooled you. Fooled you.”



The Curse



Moonlight pressing through the dust-covered metal blinds tried to provide a sense of peacefulness. Instead it revealed the thinning hair atop a middle-aged man's head poking out from between a mushy feather pillow. His heavy breathing provided the only movement in an otherwise deadly quiet room. Tiny droplets of perspiration lined the furrows in his brow as he began jerking about under the thin cotton sheets. 

The nightmares were coming more frequently now. The middle-aged man, Raymond Wanker, had suffered what he considered the ultimate humiliation. It was bad enough that his last name was synonymous with masturbation in England, but then he had been subjected to the jeering from his peers. Raymond was single and had only been on a few dates in his life. He thought he had locked his office door, before putting the XXX DVD into his computer. He couldn't even remember what the movie was; only that he had opened his zipper and pulled his rock-hard dick out. Raymond only needed his thumb and forefinger to pull on his 4-inch dick. That's when his world ended. Burned in his mind forever was the shocked look on the secretaries face as she burst through the door, looking down as his crotch and then throwing her head back as laughter filled the room. From then on his life was hell. Raymond couldn't live with the daily teasing from his co-workers and after only a few weeks turned in his letter of resignation and moved to another city. 

Starting at the edge of the window the blackness spread downward transforming all traces of light to an oily dinge. Raymond shivering under his covers remained the only thing not saturated in the darkness. Suddenly, his subconscious alerted to danger, he shot up to a stiff-seated attention, eyes bloodshot darting back at forth. Staring into the black nothingness, Raymond shuttered, aware that the only thing visible in the room was his bed. 

"Who...Who's there?" Raymond cried out, puzzled by the hollow sound that didn't seem to travel beyond the edge of his mattress. Sweat beads pooled and then trickled down his face onto his worn white tee shirt.  He strained, slightly tilting his head, ears perked. There was no reply. 

Raymond's bedroom no longer seemed to exist. Only his bed, an island floating in a sea of darkness that completely surrounded him. His eyes bulged, darting about for anything that would give him a hint of what was going on. A cool draft wafted down the nape of his neck, despite the safety of his covers. The short smooth hairs rose causing a tingle down his spine. Caught between reality and a nightmare he emitted a scream that ordinarily would have been heard throughout the apartment and beyond, but now was absorbed into the thick tar enveloping him. 

"Who's there?" he said again, hoping that this really wasn't happening to him. 

Gazing breathlessly, a form began to take shape in front of him, still black but somehow reflecting light off itself so it was distinguishable against an even darker background. Raymond watched fascinated, too paralyzed at the image appearing before him, to look away or retreat back into his cave of covers. At first the figure appeared as if sketched on a blackboard, outlined and one-dimensional. The head and body reminded him of a Greek or Roman statue. As quickly as the outline appeared the muscular and full body of the being took shape. It seemed to have its head bowed as if waiting for something. Raymond looked on hypnotized. With a loud "swoooooooosh," protrusions swept up and out from the back of the black creature surrounding his bed on three sides. Wings! Gasping for air, Raymond was caught off guard, and frantically dove under his covers. 

"Come out from hiding and stand up!" the powerful black creature ordered. 

Raymond hesitated briefly, knuckles tense and white as they curled tightly around the edges of his blanket, trying to get up enough nerve to obey. 

"NOW!!" the voice thundered. 

Jerking the covers off himself, Raymond scurried to the edge of the bed, lost his balance and fell face-first awkwardly onto the cool, dank tile floor. "Sit up and listen closely, human," the dark being began militarily, closing his wings in an effortless swish. Lowering his voice, he spoke in a precise, but less threatening tone. "I have chosen to bestow you with one wish." 

"What do I have to do?" Raymond blurted out. 

"Nothing, except ask," the dark figure said, red eyes flaring. 

Raymond didn't know what to do. What should he ask for?  His eyes drifted down the length of the muscular creature until he was staring as the massive appendage protruding from his groin area. At first he had thought it was an arm, but in fact "it" was a giant cock, at least a foot and a half long. 

"Well!" the dark voice rumbled, "what will it be?" 

Raymond bowed his head still envisioning the creature's huge pole, "I...I'd like to have a big cock." 

Roaring laughter cascaded down from every side of the room and Raymond melted. 

"So puny human, you'd like to have a cock like this?" 

Raymond raised his head enough to see the dark demon grabbing his huge member with both hands, plenty of length on either side. Staring into Raymond's soul with those fiery eyes, he grinned. 

"Y..yes," Raymond muttered. 

The dark-winged angel stretched out his hand, his index finger pointing directly toward him. An icy chill spread from the tip of his fingers and toes through the rest of his body. Chattering clicks from his own teeth broke the silence as he awaited the demon's next words. "You have received the gift. But along with it comes the curse. What you love most will be lost." 

"I don't care. Thank you...uhh...what should I call you?" Raymond asked with a mixture of both great fear and reverence. 

"I am one of the stars that fell from heaven. My master is Shandago and I am his chief messenger. You may call me Molech." 

"Thank you, Molech." 

"We will see." The grin spread on his face. 

The darkness in the room began to rush towards the black figure, like he was absorbing it, except he wasn't getting bigger only darker. Raymond kept staring forward trying not to blink, so he wouldn't miss anything. Despite his efforts, the definition of the dark angel began to fade, and Raymond found himself peering into the darkness at the blank wall.  When he was sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him and enough time passed so that he felt safe to move, he stood up, stumbled into bed and passed out. 

Raymond's nose twitched as the smell of coffee wafted down the hall, from his automatic coffee maker, to his bedroom. It was the same ritual every morning. The coffee pot switched on at 6:45 a.m. with his favorite vanilla bean coffee, if that didn't wake him up after a few minutes then his alarm would go off at seven. Shower, shave, dress, eat and out the door for work by 7:30. It was only fifteen minutes to the office, but he liked to get there before 8:00, when everyone else would come rushing through the door. 

It started off like any other morning. Raymond barely recalled the night's events. Looking down at his little noodle dick as he stepped into the shower, he laughed, "I guess I didn't get my big cock!" 

Everything seemed to be going normally until he took his first sip of coffee. Raymond looked into his cup, and then stuck his finger in it.  It was hot, but in his stomach it felt cold, like he had been drinking a milk shake. Then he remember the cold sensation that had spread through his body when Molech... "Hold on a minute," he heard himself mutter. "That was just a dream." Raymond was confused; he looked at his watch, 7:40, he was running late. Gulping down the rest of his coffee, he experienced the gradual freezing sensation again as the liquid traveled from his mouth down to his stomach. 'Shit, this is weird,' he thought. 

By the time he got to work it felt like his dick was burning. Rushing through the office he stopped by his cubical to flip on his computer then scurried down the hall to the bathroom. Raymond's hands shook as he closed the latch to one of the two stalls in the men's room and reached down to unzip his pants. Dropping his pants he starred in amazement at the bulge in his pants. Reaching down to grab his underwear band, he felt like he was pulling down a girl's panties for the first time, not knowing what to expect. He jerked down quickly and tried to contain a yelp. His dick was limp and looked to be six inches long and probably twice as thick as usual. That was significant since he normally looked about as thick as a Vienna sausage. 

'Shit,' he thought, 'it must be the wish from Molech coming true. I wonder how big I'm going to get?' He jumped as someone opened the door to come into the bathroom. Raymond turned flushed the toilet and pull up his pants. Concentrating on his job today was going to be tough. 

Being the only account for a medium size company had some advantages. Raymond didn't have to report to anyone on a regular basis and therefore he was able to blend in with the furniture. He worked at a cubicle surrounded on three sides, but when he leaned back in his chair he was able to see almost everyone else in the room. His favorite person to ogle was Kristia Lane. 

Kristia was the office slut. Not a sleazy slut, mind you, but a classy slut, if there was such a thing. Long blond hair, bright blue eyes, bronze-toned skin were the background highlights. What caught every males attention like she wanted and threatened every female, were her major assets. Kristia stood about 5'-10" and had perfectly rounded breasts that looked like someone had made two large snowballs and plopped them on her slim torso. With her slim hips, the way her butt curved out from the small of her back, and the way she strut through the office, Kristia gave off the aura of 'I like to be fucked in the ass.' 

Kristia came waltzing through the office front door, Jimmy Smith, close behind her. Jimmy was a new black employee of the company. Rumor had it that Kristia liked her cocks big and that she was testing out the folklore of the big black dick. She winked at Jimmy as he walked by, then dropped into her chair, her big tits bouncing in the tight black v-neck shirt she was wearing. Raymond starred at her cleavage and felt himself getting hard. 

Kristia looked up and saw him staring and Raymond felt his face heat up as he jerked his head away so he was staring at his computer monitor.  Taking another swig of his coffee he felt that cool sensation in his stomach again, but tried to ignore it as it spread through his body.  Another fifteen minutes went by and Raymond felt that burning sensation in his groin. "Shit!" he said, jumping up like someone had poked him with a branding iron. Regaining his composure, he took off for the men's room. This time the lump in his pants was larger and when he pulled his underwear down his dick was definitely bigger than when he first got to work. 'This is great,' Raymond thought, 'I've officially graduated from a dick to a cock. I can't wait to get home and measure this thing.' 

Raymond couldn't keep from grinning as he laid the tape measure down. His cock was officially 12-inches long, hard, and as thick around as the cardboard tube on an empty paper towel roll. Limp he was a solid 8-inches and almost as thick looking. Even his balls were larger.  Before they were the size of small marbles, but now his nuts were the size of golf balls and hung down in a proportionally sized sac. How in the world was he going to share this with anyone, he thought. 

Raymond had barely dated and only one of those had ended up in sex, if you could call it that. The girl would have called it a mercy-fuck.  It took him several hours to devise a plan, but when he got done, he was relatively sure it would work. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. If it backfired he would probably be humiliated beyond belief and then fired. Being the accounting nerd that he was, Raymond knew quite a bit about computers. He had set up an elaborate system with his e-mail so that he could send messages without the receiving party able to identify whom it was coming from. This morning was going to be the first major test. As usual, he was the first one in the office. Raymond's first e-mail had been sent. Now he was pretending to be busy as he watched Kristia turn on her computer. Everyone's e-mail in the office was in the ON mode when their computers were on, so he knew she'd be checking it first thing. 

KRISTIA, IS BIGGER BETTER? 

Raymond had poked a small whole through his cubicle so that he could watch Kristia without her seeing him. He suppressed a laugh as he watched her head shoot up and look around the room to see if anyone was looking at her. Then her eyes went back to the screen. He knew she was looking for a sender name. Raymond waited patiently. He knew she would be hooked. It was only a matter of time before Kristia replied. 

WHO IS THIS? 

Raymond smiled. A SECRET ADMIRER. MY QUESTION REMAINS, IS BIGGER BETTER? 

He watched her blink several times at the screen then shift in her chair. Kristia's breasts looked especially full and firm today. The white tank top she was wearing clung tightly to her large mounds, while her shallow v-neck teased him with just a hint of cleavage. 

SOME THINGS ARE ALWAYS BETTER WHEN THEY'RE BIGGER. NOW WHO ARE YOU? IS THIS JIMMY? 

Bitch! Raymond thought, I knew she fucked him. NO, I'M NOT A LITTLE BLACK BOY. YOU SAID BIGGER IS BETTER AND I'M BIGGER! He quickly typed in. 

Raymond saw the puzzled look on Kristia's face. She hesitated. Looked around the room again, then behind her to be sure no one was looking.  Her face changed to one of determination. 

THAT'S A BIG CLAIM WHEN THAT LITTLE BLACK BOY HAS A NINE- INCH DICK. 

Bingo! He thought. Now I have her. I just need to reel her in. WELL GET YOUR RULER OUT OF YOUR DESK BECAUSE MINE'S A FOOT LONG. 

Kristia's reply came back quickly. I HAVE TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE. ARE YOU AN EMPLOYEE OF THE COMPANY? 

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM AND SEE FOR YOURSELF IF MY CLAIMS ARE TRUE, THEN MEET ME AT HAM'S BAR & GRILLE TONIGHT AT 7:00 P.M. Raymond typed in, his hands shaking. 

THIS BETTER NOT BE A JOKE, Kristia typed, HOW WILL I KNOW WHO TO LOOK FOR? 

Raymond quickly typed his reply and then shifted to his accounting program. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I'LL FIND YOU. 

Raymond tried to act normal the rest of the day. He couldn't even begin to look in Kristia's direction for fear of giving himself away. Five o'clock couldn't come quick enough, but when it did he slammed his brief case shut and made a beeline for his car. 

* * * * * 

The biggest decision for him had been "briefs or boxers?" He finally decided that a standard bare of white BVDs would reveal the largest bulge when his jeans came down. He arrived at Ham's around 6:45 and quickly cozied up to the bar and ordered a Killians Red. Little beads of sweat popped out across his forehead. 'This was going to be a lot harder than hiding behind e-mail,' he thought. 

Seeing, Kristia enter the bar almost caused him to lose his balance. Her hair and make-up looked stunning even from across the room. The tight fitting one-piece dress that clung like Saran Wrap to her body left no doubt that she had all the right curves. Her hard nipples created two obvious thimble-like dents in the top of her dress.  Raymond looked away, only to see every other male head in the bar looking in her direction. 'Man she was hot,' he thought. 

Kristia made her way over to the bar, scanning the room for her would be suitor. She looked at her watch, 6:59, he'd be approaching her soon.  Turning to her left she looked did a double take. 'Is that really the accounting guy from work?' she thought. She took a couple of steps toward him. 

"Um, excuse me, aren't you the guy from our office?" 

Raymond could feel the beads of perspiration across his forehead. "Yeah, uhh... my names Raymond, Raymond Wanker, accounting." 

"You're kidding," she laughed, "Wanker... you know what that means over in England don't you?" 

Raymond's face went flush red. 

"Oh, sorry," Kristia said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. By the way, what are you doing here?" 

"I hang out here sometimes after work. What about you?" 

"I'm waiting for someone," she said glancing away to quickly scan the room one more time. 

"Anyone I know?" 

"Well, actually, he's a blind date, I don't even know what he looks like," she admitted. 

"Mmm." 

"Well, Raymond, you'll have to excuse me. I need wait for my date," Kristia said as she started to turn away. 

"Oh, okay, umm... by the way, is bigger better?" 

Kristia whirled around, "you...you sent that e-mail?" 

Raymond's face flushed again. "Y...ya... yes it was me," he stuttered. 

"All right Raymond, you better fess up. What's the meaning of this," she accused. 

Raymond flinched as her eyes bored into him. He reached into his pocket and gripped his big cock, then seemed to regain his composure. "I meant everything I wrote. I hope you brought along a ruler to check." 

"You better not be lying, Raymond. Now follow me!" Kristia whirled around and strutted across the bar. Raymond followed closely behind, his eyes locked on her perfect ass shaking back and forth. The ride to Kristia's apartment was a silent blur. She starred straight ahead as if in deep thought while Raymond dared not speak a word. He hoped he wasn't making a mistake. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself again. 

As the door slammed behind him at Kristia's apartment, she barked out her first order, "drop your pants and walk to the center of the living room." 

Raymond quickly did as he was told, stepping out of his pants and slowly making his way to the middle of the room. 

"Is your shirt off too?" he heard Kristia yell from another room. 

"Uhh...yeah!" Raymond yelled back as he quickly yanked his shirt off and threw it in the direction of his pants. Standing with just his white BVD's, Raymond felt completely exposed and quickly reached down and grabbed his growing bulge to remind him that he did indeed have a big cock. 

"Okay, studly," Kristia cooed from behind him. Raymond whirled around and felt his jaw go slack in shock and admiration. There stood the woman of his dreams clad only in a sheer black top and matching black thong. He could easily make out her neatly trimmed bush and slit. 

"Now, let's see if your claim is as big as your mouth, Raymond." 

Slinking up to him, she pressed her firm breasts into Raymond's flat, almost hairless chest. Ever so slowly Kristia dragged her tits up and down his torso, from the top of his chest down to the band on his underwear. Raymond's arms hung loosely at his side until Kristia grabbed them and wrapped them around her until each one was on one of her bare ass cheeks. 

"How do they feel, Raymond? Have you ever felt anything so nice before?" 

Raymond's voice broke as he tried to respond, "Never..." 

His cock was now rock hard and awkwardly protruding out to his side. Raymond moaned involuntarily as Kristia slid down his body one last time squatting with her face right at cock-level. 

"Mmm... what have we here?" she declared sweetly. Pulling his waistband down caused Raymond's cock to spring up hard, smacking Kristia in the face. "Oh," she cried in surprise. Then she grinned. 

"You weren't kidding, Raymond. It's not only long, but thick as well." She gripped his cock firmly and used her other hand to heft his heavy balls. "Raymond, sweetie, have you ever used this thing on another girl?" 

Raymond was almost to the point of passing out, but managed a weak, "No." 

"You mean, you're a virgin, Ray? What a waste." 

Raymond felt embarrassed and his damaged ego got the best of him, "No, not exactly, I've made love to a woman before, just not with this cock." 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" 




The Curse



Raymond realized what he had said and backed off. "I mean I've had sex with a woman in my mind... so... it wasn't really with this cock... just the one in my mind." He hoped it went over well. 

"Well... I'm going to give you the ride of your life. There's no way I'm not going to try this thing out. But for you to get the opportunity, you have to do 'everything' I say. Got it!" 

Raymond snapped back like a new Private to his Sergeant, "yes ma'm." 

"Good, now lay down on your back." 

Raymond scrambled down to the floor, while pulling his underwear totally off. Kristia watched in amazement as the huge cock on this skinny nerd lay from his groin area up to the middle of his stomach. She slowly peeled the sheer top from her body and pulled her panties off. Her body was pure perfection, large 36D tits, capped with large swollen nipples. Not an ounce of fat on her smooth ass and legs. Ever so slowly she spread her legs and squatted down over Raymond's face.  Letting her knees squeeze both sides of his head like earmuffs, Kristia began giving instructions. 

"I'm sure you've never done this before Raymond, but you're going to be an expert when I'm done with you. Start lapping at my pussy with your tongue, then alternate between going side to side and sticking it right in me." 

He had read about oral sex with a woman before, but she was right that he had never actually done it. The smell was unique and filled his nostrils, as he drove his tongue up into her and then started lapping at her like a dog. 

"Okay... that's a good start, but now try and feel for my clit, you know a little nub-like button and swirl your tongue around that... ooh yeah that's it baby... keep going." 

She began undulating her hips; smearing her open gash up and down his nose and tongue as she better positioned herself for an orgasm.  "Mmmm... yeah... keep going... that's it, that's it... ahhhhhhh!" she screamed out. Raymond was caught up in the aggression and power that she put out as a warm milky liquid began coating his face. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. As Kristia began to come down from the heights of her orgasm she began speaking coherently. 

"That was a great warm-up Ray, now I'm wet enough to try fitting that monster of yours in my tight little pussy." 

Sliding down his body, Kristia reached behind her and gripped his cock firmly. Raising herself up she positioned him as the opening of her cunt and began rubbing his cock head back and forth between her wet pussy-lips. Raymond didn't know if he could control himself and Kristia sensing it reached around with her other hand and grabbed his balls hard. "Don't even think about cumming yet," she said, "you'll cum when I'm finished with you and not before!" 

Then she let go and slowly started sliding down his massive cock. "Mmmm... oh, oh... just a second," she said to herself, "slow down... adjust... that's it." After a few more attempts, she finally rested with her pubic bone against Raymond's balls. He couldn't get over the view of her huge tits and reached up to cup them; half fearing she'd slap him. Instead, she moaned as he squeezed them gently at first, and then more firmly. 

With a groan, she raised herself up until only about 6-inches were still in her and then she plopped down again. "Squeeze my tits harder, Raymond and hang on, cause I'm going to fuck the shit out of you now!"  Holding on to his frail shoulders, Kristia positioned herself so that she could begin really slamming down hard on his cock while being able to rise up so that almost all of it was out of her. She had never felt anything like it, his cock was so large that it made contact with her clit the entire time she was fucking him. Wave after wave of orgasm racked her body as she soaked his cock and balls with her cum.  "Ahhhhh... fuck! This is great!" she squealed as she bounced up and down, her tits slapping hard against herself on each down-stroke. 

Finally, Raymond could hold back no more and yelled to give her fair warning. "I can't hold out any more, I'm gonna cum!" Kristia was ready for him and jumped off his cock on the next up swing while reaching with both hands to grip his cock firmly and continue jerking it up and down. "Ahhhhhh..." Raymond yelled as his dick erupted shooting a geyser of sperm up in the air. Kristia grinned as she continued jerking his cock every which way, watching his cum fly in all directions. Kristia laughed out loud, "that's great, I can't wait to do it again." 

The remainder of the evening was one Raymond would never forget. Every fantasy had ever had about Kristia took place and more. She had his cock hard almost continually. Raymond experienced his first blowjob, titty fucking, and the ultimate experience of getting to fuck Kristia in the ass from behind. By morning he could barely move, but the smell of coffee wafting into the room snapped his eyes wide open. Kristia came waltzing into the room, a grin on her face, and two cups of coffee in hand. "You were wonderful last night," she said, patting him on the groin and handing him his cup of coffee. 

"Uhh... I think I'll skip the coffee this morning," Raymond said. 

"Why? You know coffee is a stimulant," she smiled 

"Well, maybe just a small sip," Raymond replied, and then set the cup aside. 

It went down cold, just like before, and then the burning began again in his groin. Raymond shifted uncomfortable as his dick started getting hard. Kristia looked down, "oh, my..." 

After they fucked, Kristia's only comment was, "I can't believe how much bigger you felt this morning... amazing." 

When she left, Raymond measured himself and he was an inch bigger. "Shit, I can't keep getting bigger, she's going to notice." No more coffee, he thought, as he headed into the shower. 

For the next two weeks Raymond and Kristia fucked like bunnies. She couldn't stay away and Raymond didn't mind at all. Twice he succumbed to his favorite beverage, coffee; he couldn't help himself, and now his cock was 15-inches long. The extra 3-inches didn't go unnoticed by Kristia and she continually questioned Raymond at every opportunity.  Finally he couldn't take it anymore. 

"All right, all right, I'll tell you, but you're not going to believe it. I've been granted a wish that my cock would grow whenever I did something. I used to have a tiny dick and it's grown over three times the size that I used to be." 

"Well what is it that makes it grow?" Kristia asked. 

"I can't tell you that," Raymond responded, "it's my secret." 

"That's not fair," she pouted, "you've had the time of your life fucking me the last two weeks. The least you could do is let me in on your little secret." 

"If I do tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone?" 

"I swear, you're secret's safe with me. Heaven knows I wouldn't want to share you with anyone." 

Raymond thought that made sense. Besides, she had given every part of herself to him. The least he could do is share his secret with someone. He'd been bursting at the seams to tell someone and Kristia was the closest he had ever felt to anyone. 

"Okay, here it is... whenever I drink coffee, my cock grows." 

"Does it ever shrink?" she asked. "Well... no, that's a good question... I don't know if it will ever shrink. It just keeps getting bigger." 

She gave Raymond a big hug, her head buried in his chest, "thanks for sharing that with me Raymond, it makes me feel so special." Raymond smiled as he rubbed her back, 'so this is what a serious relationship is like,' Raymond thought, 'I'm glad I took a chance with her.' 

Kristia had a smile on her face as well, but her thoughts were entirely different. 'This is going to be fun,' she thought, 'who knows how far I can take this.' Kristia couldn’t believe her luck. She had 15-inches of cock at her disposal whenever she wanted and the guy who wielded it was totally in her power. For Kristia, dating and being seen with Raymond confounded everyone else, and was a little embarrassing. But while everyone else figured she must admire his brains, she knew differently. The 150-pound weakling sported a dick bigger than any she had ever seen and she had seen quite a few, both white and black. 

After fucking for nearly a month, Kristia wanted to have some fun with this and see if Raymond’s secret really was true and how far she could push it. She had a date with Raymond that night and was going to bake him a chocolate cake. Only one of her ingredients was going to be coffee grounds. She figured she could put in the grounds, which would be a lot more potent than plain coffee, and that the chocolate would mask the taste. 

Kristia arrived at Raymond’s front door dressed to make a priest give a second and third look. She had on a tight white top that clearly outlined her 36D breasts. Her hard nipples jutting out and creating a dimple in the otherwise tight material. Her midsection was exposed and led down to an equally tight white mini-skirt that barely covered her firm ass. Her long tan legs looked even longer with the white pumps she strutted in on. 

When Raymond opened the door she reveled in the expression on his face. Jaw slack, mouth open, taking her in. Holding her chocolate creation just below her tits she asked, “see anything you like, Ray?” Her flashy white smile and wink left him speechless. 

“Mmmm... well, I’ll just come in and set this down while you collect your thought,” she said as she left him holding the door, but knowing he was checking out her fine ass as she swayed across the room. She bent over more than she had to when she set the cake down so he’d see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

Dinner went quickly and as Raymond cleared the table, Kristia cut her cake and set a large piece in front of Ray’s seat with a glass of milk. “I know you’d love to have coffee with this babe, but I respect your secret.” 

“Thanks, Kristia,” Raymond said as he sat down, “I’m so glad we’ve been able to get to know each other this past month. It’s been the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

Kristia started to feel a little guilty, but then caught herself. ‘This geek is lucky to be boinking me,’ she thought, ‘and this is the price he’s going to pay for doing it.’ 

Kristia began eating to encourage him and quickly asked, “so, what do you think? How is it?” She couldn’t taste the coffee grounds at all. 

“This is great, Kristia, I didn’t realize you were suck a good baker.” 

“Well... it’s an old family recipe. I like to bake it when I can.” 

Raymond quickly downed the cake and washed it down with his glass of milk. He couldn’t stop staring at her tits and wanted to get on to the real dessert as quickly as possible. 

Kristia could sense his urgency and wanted to get naked too, but she wanted to have some fun teasing him at the same time. Getting up she took his hand. “Why don’t we move into your living room and get a little more comfortable?” 

As they entered the living room, Kristia swirled around so her back was to Raymond and pulled his arms up through hers until his hands were on her tits. “I just love having my tits squeezed Ray. You wouldn’t mind 

doing that for me would you?” 

Her ass was pressed up against his crotch and Raymond could feel his dick starting to swell. As he squeezed her tits she wiggled back and forth grinding the crack of her ass around his growing cock. Raymond felt a cool sensation in his stomach and then his dick burning, but wrote it off to all the emotions racing around in his body. “Mmm... Kristia, let’s fuck,” he muttered, surprised at himself for how forward he was being. 

“I want to babe, but I want to make sure you really want me, first.” She reached down and pulled her top up so that he could grasp her bare breasts and stiff nipples. Raymond couldn’t get over how great they felt, as the burning sensation continued in his groin while her ass was practically masturbating him. 

Finally she turned around, unbuttoned his shirt and slid her naked breasts down his chest until she was face to face with his zipper.  “Keep your hands to your side,” Kristia said as she unbuckled his pants and slowing slid his zipper down. She could see the huge lump running down his pant leg and pressing hard against the fabric. His pants dropped in a woosh and his boxers stood out in an enormous pup tent. 

“Let’s see what we have here,” Kristia said with her magical grin. 

Pulling his boxers down, Kristia gasped as the giant appendage that shot up in front of her. She knew Raymond’s cock well and this one was not the same. It was clearly much thicker, like the size of a coke can, and the length must have been at least 2 or 3 inches bigger. His balls hung down further and looked swollen compared to the last time. 

“Where do you keep your tape measure Ray?” she asked. Raymond had his eyes closed and was still moaning at her touch. 

“Uhh... over in the junk drawer in the kitchen.” 

Kristia left him with his pants around his ankles raced over to the drawer and was back in no time. Pulling the tape out she measured from the root in his hair out to the tip of the head of his cock. “Oh my God,” she gasped, “it’s eighteen inches.” 

That brought Raymond out of his stupor. “What? What do you mean eighteen inches? I was only fifteen inches yesterday.” 

“And not only that Ray, the width is bigger as well. Jeez... look at the size of the head, it’s enormous. I’ve seen apples smaller than that.” 

“How the hell...” he started. 

“You haven’t been drinking coffee on the side again, have you,” she asked. 

“No...no... I’ve given it up. I don’t want to be any bigger.” He couldn’t believe he had just said that. 

She wrapped one of her hands around one of his balls. “They’re huge,” she said as she squeezed it slowly. 

“Ohhhhh... that feels so good. Come on let’s fuck now. Let me at least try it out.” 

Kristia looked at his massive cock with some apprehension. “I don’t know Ray. It’s gotten so long and thick. I really don’t know if I can take it. I’ll give it a shot though.” In reality, Kristia wasn’t really teasing this time. She didn’t know if it would fit or what damage she might incur in trying to make it fit. 

Lying on the ground she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. She had brought a tube of KY, like usual, and poured an extra amount in her hand to begin coating Raymond’s huge dick and he lowered himself over her. Running both hands up and down his cock as she coated it with the slick liquid almost had him cumming. 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. If you do it any more I’ll be spilling my cum all over you.” Kristia took control and grabbed his bat-like cock down to her pussy. What once seemed like a big opening after fucking big cocks, now looked tiny. Slowly she rubbed the massive head of his cock up and down her pussy lips. “All right,” she began, “start pushing in slowly.” 

Raymond pressed forward, but was surprised as his cock started to bend instead of go in. He looked down at the giant head of his cock and the small opening it was trying to enter. “Shit,” he said, grabbing his cock with both hands to give it more support and then push forward again. This went on for several minutes until Kristia spoke up. 

“You’re too big now Ray,” she gasped, sweat beading on her forehead. “Let me just jerk you off for now until we figure out what to do.” 

With that she gabbed his cock with both hands and began pulling and yanking up and down. His massive balls jumped and slapped down again as the skin attaching them to his cock was jerked up and down. Raymond felt a churning sensation in his nuts and couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Ahhhhhh... fuuuuuuuuck,” he blurted out as sperm rushed through his veins and out the tip of his cock. 

“Holy shit,” Kristia yelped as the white liquid poured out of Raymond’s cock. It looked more like he was pissing than cumming, she thought to herself. The torrent of cum continued without letting up as Kristia pointed his cock in all directions like a fire hose. 

As it slowed down to a trickle and then ooze, Kristia continued pumping until Raymond’s cock finally went limp and folded over in the middle.  “Hot damn, Raymond, I’m all worked up over getting you off... get your face over here and start licking my cunt.” 

Raymond was beat from the workout she had put his cock through, but knew it was his fault that she hadn’t been able to get off. He quickly lowered his face into her spread legs and began tonguing her wet snatch. Kristia was very verbal as she grabbed the back of his head and thrust her dripping cunt up into his face. “That’s it big boy, lap up my pussy juice like a nice happy puppy. I want to be bone dry when you’re done.” 

As they lay in each other arms a little while later, Kristia broke the silence. “What they hell do you think happened. How could your dick grow so big so quick?” 

“I don’t know. It’s supposed to be from coffee only. I didn’t have any coffee today that I know of. And now... and now, what’s going to happen between us?” Raymond asked. 

She thought he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. “I don’t know Ray. I mean, you’re too big for me now. I loved jerking you off and we’ll always have that, but I don’t think we’ll be able to fuck anymore. At least, not unless you shrink.” 

“What am I gonna do then?” 

Kristia quickly tried to move up the strategy she had laid for Raymond. She hadn’t expected him to grow so quickly. “I feel for you Ray and while I want to have you all to myself, I feel responsible somehow and want to do what I can to help. What you need... and maybe I can help you with it, is to find a woman that has a pussy stretched out enough to accommodate your cock.” 

“Mmm... I don’t know Kristia.” 

“Well you really don’t have much choice Raymond. It’s either that or jerking yourself off for satisfaction from here on out. I have a friend who went through an unusual experience. Actually, not too different from your own... her name is Brenda and her husband had a little dick that grew into a big cock. To make a long story short, between a neighbor friend and her husband they stretched her out good.  I think she’d be able to take you.” (For the background on Brenda, see the exciting story entitled “The Bigger, the Better,” by Stormbringer at www.eroticstories.com). 

“You’d be willing to do that... for me?” 

“Sure Raymond, after all the great fucking you’ve given me, I’d be happy to.” 

As Kristia drove off she couldn’t help but be excited. She’d had her thrills fucking, but it was getting old. Now she wanted to see how big Raymond’s cock could get. And now that he fully trusted her, she knew she’d get her chance. 

* * * * 

Raymond was looking forward to the date with Brenda. Kristia had set it up so that he would pick her up at six o’clock sharp for dinner and then a nightcap back at her place to see if they were “compatible.” Gene, Brenda’s husband, had divorced her for “the woman next door,” and she was finally over it and ready to move on. 

Dinner was somewhat uneventful. Brenda was certainly a good looking woman, an almost perfect looking pair of breasts, skinny looking waist, and long blonde tresses that reached way down her back. The red dress she wore hugged her tightly in all the right places. Raymond found himself wondering what she looked like nude. They had a few things in common and it was nice to see that Brenda actually seemed like a fairly reserved girl - kind of like himself. 

As she turned the door handle to let him in her house, Brenda stopped, “I have to admit, I’m a little nervous Raymond. I haven’t been with a man in around six months.” 

Raymond didn’t know what to say, so he just said what he was thinking. “I’m nervous too, Kristia is the only woman I’ve ever made love to.” Brenda grinned, “good, because I like a man who isn’t very experienced.” 

Brenda turned on the radio as they walked in and made her way over to the kitchen. “Why don’t we have some chocolate cake for dessert,” she said, “Kristia said you really liked it and she was sweet enough to drop two pieces by for us.” 




The Curse



“Hey, that’d be great,” Raymond said, feeling more comfortable now and taking a seat at the kitchen table. 

“Coffee with that?” she asked. 

“Uhm... no thanks, but how ‘bout a little milk?” 

“Breast or regular?” she teased. 

They both quickly downed the cake and Brenda took him by the hand and led him over to her living room where the lights were turned down low.  “Can I have this next dance?” she asked. 

“My pleasure, Ma’m.” 

Raymond politely, but somewhat nervously wrapped his arms around her for the slow dance. Brenda quickly took charge and lowered his hands from her back down to her ass cheeks. “That’s better,” she whispered in his ear as she pressed her firm breasts into his chest. 

At first, Raymond thought it was indigestion, as the cool feeling began boiling in his stomach. ‘I know I haven’t had coffee today,’ he thought. Then it went away, but quickly replaced by the burning sensation in his groin. “Oh no,” he moaned. 

“What’s wrong,” Brenda asked, “did I do something?” 

“Oh... uh, no, it’s not you... it’s just... well, it’s hard to explain.” Raymond said uneasily. 

“You can try me, while we undress,” Brenda replied, unhooking the tie on her dress and letting the top fall. 

Raymond stared, mesmerized at her large breasts, covered in a lacy, red, half-bra. 

“Now you were saying, Raymond.” 

“Aww, damn... forget about it.” 

“Okay... why don’t you take the rest of this off me Ray,” she cooed. 

Raymond couldn’t get over to her fast enough, except for the fact that his dick was burning and his balls felt heavier than they ever had. He reached around her and quickly undid her bra, slowly pulling it down and uncovering her full, round, breasts. They were larger than Kristia’s, but not quite at firm looking. Her aureoles were dark brown and the size of a soda can top. Brenda had already shed the bottom of her dress and motioned for him to pull her panties down as well. 

Once he had her completely nude, Raymond moved back to get a look at the full length of her body. He was excited to see that her pussy hairs were blonde and it was obvious she kept the hairs trimmed short. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible and protruded somewhat like they’d seen quite a bit in their day. 

“Hands to your side, Raymond, now it’s my turn,” she said. 

She unbuttoned his shirt quickly and threw it to the side, ‘not much here,’ she thought, ‘Kristia better be right about the size of his cock.’ 

She dropped his pants and laughed at the boxers that hung down to his knees. “I’ve never seen boxers this long before,” she said, “I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay,” Raymond, said, “I can’t find anything that fits right and as a matter of fact, these are feeling pretty tight right now.” 

Brenda looked closer and saw the massive lump and roll that went the length of the boxers. ‘This can’t be for real,’ she thought. Tugging hard on his waistband, she pulled the boxers down in one quick motion.  “Oh my God!” she muttered in astonishment. 

Raymond’s cock hung down a full 15-inches soft and looked as thick as her arm. His massive balls caused his cock to jut out that much further and looked to be the size of oranges. Raymond looked down and knew at once that his dick had grown again. Molech told him he’d have to drink coffee for it to grow. Had the dark angel lied to him? He knew he hadn’t had any. 

Brenda started rubbing his cock as she relayed information about her past. “I guy I slept with for a year had a 12-inch cock, the yard boy had a 14-incher, and my husband finally got himself a 15-incher, so I’ve been fucked by the biggest, but yours looks like it’s going to take them all!” She began stroking his cock as she tested the weight of his balls in her other hand. As his pole hardened, Brenda stopped, turned, and ran across the room. Raymond stared after her as her big breasts flopped up and down with each step. Quickly she came back with a yardstick and put it up alongside his fully-grown cock. “Holy shit!” she said, “eighteen inches! I’m not let’n you out of my sight.” 

Laying down on her back, Brenda instructed Raymond on his next move. “Get your face down between my legs. I’m gonna need to be awfully wet to get your monster in me.” She spread her legs wide and watched as Raymond got down on his knees, his huge cock laying across the carpet.  “Better watch out that you don’t get a carpet burn,” she laughed. 

Raymond stuck his face in her cunt and could immediately tell it wasn’t the same tight slit he had experienced with Kristia. The lips of her pussy seemed to envelope him and wrap around his cheeks as he sunk in.  Raymond didn’t care; he wasn’t about to let this bitch show him up. He was so to suck her cunt with a vengeance. He licked, sucked and drove his tongue into her as far as she could. 

“Awwwww fuck... that feels sooooo gooooood. Keep it up lover, I’m almost there,” Brenda yelled. 

Raymond licked her large clit knob and even gathered it between his teeth and pulled. 

“Shiiiiiiit.... I’m cummmmmmminnnng!!!” she screamed while thrashing back and forth, a torrent of liquid drenching his face as she covered him with her slick juices. 

“Now climb aboard and fuck me!” she cried in a raspy voice. 

Raymond didn’t need to be asked twice. His cock was a raging 18-inches, sticking all the way up to his sternum. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her as wide as he could. Now it was his turn to give some orders, “reach down and spread that cunt open as far as you can.” 

Raymond looked at her sopping cunt and rubbed his apple-size head up and down her gash. Slowly he pushed forward, the sides of her pussy stretching to their limit to accommodate him. At first he didn’t know if she’d be able to handle him, but as he continued thrusting forward the straining outer limits of her cunt enveloped him and the head of his penis sank in. Raymond knew that was the first challenge, the next would be getting in as far as he could. 

“Uhh... you’re so thick,” Brenda groaned as he watched the first third of his cock disappear. 

At 12-inches he met resistance, like a funnel narrowing down. Instead of trying to push ahead, he pulled out and slowly began fucking her with the first foot to loosen her up. Brenda couldn’t believe how massive he was and orgasmed as she began thrusting back against the spear stuck in her. 

“Ohh...ohhh... ahhhhhhhh!” she cried, as Raymond continued plunging into her open cunt. With every thrust he tried to add more and more of his cock, until he actually felt himself hitting a wall. The only thing he could figure was that it was the backside of her womb. Everything was tight and then with the last 4 or 5 inches he felt like it opened up into a cavern. “Ouch!” Brenda yelled as he banged against her innards. 

Raymond was more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He never imagined he’d be fucking a girl so deep he’d bang the back of her womb. He pulled back as far as he could, but found it difficult to back out all the way. If he did, he’d have to back away from her grasp – so he settled on backing out about a foot and then slamming back into her again. He watched in amazement as Brenda thrashed about with orgasm after orgasm racking her body. Her huge breast hung heavy to the sides of her body as she lay on her back arching up against him. Each slam of his cock into her brought both pleasure and pain. 

“Uhh... yeah... that’s... it... you’re fucking me... to death... ahhhhhhhh!” she screamed once more as a tidal wave of orgasms racked her body again. 

After a few minutes of really bearing down, Raymond felt the now familiar churning of cum in his balls and then the indescribable ecstasy of cum shooting through his main vein and deep into Brenda’s body. 

“Ahhhhh, fuuuuuck....I’m cummming!” he shouted as his fire hose turned on and quickly filled her up. Raymond pulled out and grabbed his cock with both hands to hose her down. Brenda opened her eyes just in time to see the spray of white headed towards her face. Raymond smiled as the goo covered her face, tits and stomach as he continued ejaculating more sperm than he thought imaginable. Brenda’s legs were spread wide, like they had no muscle support and Raymond starred between them. Her pussy was a giant hole filled with a lake of cum. The lips of her pussy lay were actually pulled out and lying flat on her leg. ‘What a wreck,’ he thought, shaking his head. 

* * * * “Shit Kristia, I thought you said he was 15-inches, I measured him at eighteen!” 

“Really?” Kristia replied, “I must have got it wrong with the yardstick. How was it?” She couldn’t believe how big he grew. 

“It was great, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck anything short of a horse for the next few weeks.” 

“Glad I could oblige you. Talk to you soon,” Kristia said, signing off. ‘Now it’s time to put the grand finale’ into action,’ she grinned. 

* * * * Getting Raymond to escort her to a party on the ritzy side of town had been easy. The tough part was going to be getting him to down more coffee than he had in the past month. Kristia was determined to have his cock grow to obscene proportions and make a spectacle of him while building herself up in front of all her friends. The party was being given by another diva by the name of Erika. Kristia had promised her the show of a lifetime and she planned to deliver. 

Kristia looked stunning in her low-cut black lycra top and shiny black mini-skirt. Her long tanned legs were capped with high heels that easily put her at six feet. Her nipples were so hard thinking about what she was going to do that they poked the fabric out, leaving no doubt that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Raymond had gone weak in the knees just looking at her. The problem for him is that he didn’t want to get an erection. 

For a week, Raymond had been trying to figure out how to handle an 18-inch cock. Normal underwear and pants didn’t fit. He tried long boxers, but his dick still hung out of them about 6 inches or so. His balls were so big now that the seam in all of his pants sliced his sac in half causing them to ache. He finally decided it was either sweat pants or going with the really baggy look. When Kristia called about the party, he had to do some quick shopping to find some dressy looking pants that he could modify at home. He bought a pair way to big and had the seamstress at the store bring the waist in. Then he bought some material to so inside the pants so he could run the shaft of his cock down it. It was literally like he was “sheathing his sword.”  Soft, he still ran down to his kneecap and he knew it would only get worse if he got hard. 

Cars lined the street and driveway of the enormous white columned home she drove him to. Raymond thought he might feel out of place, but Kristia took his arm and looped it through hers, pressing it up tight against the side of her breast, as they strode up the driveway.  Raymond’s dick started stirring as he tried to think of anything but the heat of her body up against him. 

“Now remember, Raymond, these are my friends, so be polite. Erika is our host, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her. I’m the only one who gets you unless I say otherwise. Got it?” 

Raymond acknowledged her as they stepped up to the door and rang the bell. 

The door opened and Raymond gawked at the woman who answered it. She had what looked to be a bikini top on, except it was covered in sequins. Her midriff was bare and the top portion of her legs were covered in a matching white sequin wrap around skirt. Raymond guessed she had a pair of 38Ds. 

“Raymond, this is Erika... Erika Raymond... Ray, it’s not polite to drool over the host!” Raymond’s face went bright red and the two girls laughed. 

“It’s a pleasure Raymond, Kristia’s told me so much about you. Come on in.” 

The party seemed to be in full swing with loud music, people everywhere, and waiters serving horsdevours and drinks. Something seemed to be amiss, but Raymond couldn’t quite place what it was. One of the waiters stopped and offered him a drink. To Raymond he reminded him of one of those chip ‘n dale guys, no shirt, hairy chest, bow tie around his neck and long black pants. “Thanks,” Raymond said, taking the drink. ‘The guys serving the drinks are dressed a little different,’ he thought, ‘but something else doesn’t seem quite right.’ 

He felt a squeeze on his arm. “Raymond dear, can you be a good boy and sit right here for me. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Raymond didn’t really want to be alone at a house where he didn’t know anyone, but he said yes and settled into a sofa chair to sip his drink. He watched Kristia’s fine ass as she made her way across the room, stop briefly to whisper into one of the waiter’s ears, point in his direction, and then head through a door. 

Raymond wasn’t a big drinker, but was on his third one, when he noticed Erika come into the room. He didn’t know what the hell he was drinking, but they weren’t bad. He looked up again just in time to see Erika in front of him. “Mind if I sit with you for a minute?” she asked. 

“No problemeeno,” Raymond slurred. ‘What the hell type of answer was that,’ he thought, feeling a little light-headed. 

Erika plopped down right next to him and let her hand rest on his leg. Raymond shifted uncomfortably. Her hand was only about an inch from his cock. She leaned into him, her left breast pressing into his arm as she whispered into his ear. “Kristia tells me you’re quite the ladies man. Is that true?” 

Raymond’s cock twinged and started growing. “Uhh... uhhh,” Raymond stuttered, his face growing flush. 

She continued to whisper. “Do you find me attractive? Take a look at my breasts... what do you think? Be honest.” 

Raymond glanced down and starred at two of the most perfectly shaped mammaries he had ever seen. “They... they’re perfect,” he said. 

“Would you like to suck them?” she purred as she raked her long, French-manicured nails across his stiffening cock. Raymond found himself struggling to breath as he tried to respond. His cock was starting to grow to its full eighteen inches forming a splint inside his trousers. Quickly he put his feet up on her glass coffee table to ease the transition. “I hope you don’t mind me putting my feet up,” he said. 

Erika began biting at his ear lobe, her hot breath sending chills down his spine. She could see what looked like a pipe in his pants and ran her hands down it until her arm was fully extended to his knee. It kept going. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought, ‘I’ve got to see him naked.’ 

“And what do you think your doing, Raymond?” Kristia interrupted. “Are you flirting with my friend?” Erika jerked back abruptly and straightened her skirt. 

Raymond looked up a little dazed. “Uhh... no, Erika was just... uhh telling me a little about herself.” Kristia looked down at the huge cylinder in his pants. 

“Here, have another drink, it’s one I had made up special that I thought you’d like. Oh, and in case you’re hungry, I brought you some imported chocolates. Not too sweet.” She passed him a dark drink and a bowl of small brown chocolates. 

Erika got up and the two exchanged words briefly before she walked away. “I’ll be back in a few, sweetie. Try not to pick up on any other girls while I’m gone, will you? It gets me so jealous.” 

Raymond tried the drink. ‘Not bad,’ he thought, ‘tastes a little like amaretto and cocoa.’ The alcohol was giving him the munchies so he tried the chocolates. They weren’t too sweet and had a crunchie inside. ‘Different, but not bad all in all.’ Little did Raymond realize, but Kristia had severely spiked his drink with a potent coffee extract and the food he was munching on were chocolate covered coffee beans. Normally he might have realized it, but after the number of drinks he had downed he didn’t give it a second thought. 

Raymond found himself having a hard time blinking his eyes as Kristia spoke to him again. “Raymond dear, hurry up and down that drink, I want to introduce you to a few friends of mine.” Raymond finished off the glass and attempted to get up. The room swirled around him and he reached for the edge of the couch to steady himself. Then he felt it.  That bitter cold feeling spreading in his stomach and then churning towards his groin. “No...noooooo, not again,” he cried out as his dick flared up like it was on fire. Raymond looked up at Kristia as he felt himself falling back towards the couch in slow motion. As he hit the couch it came to him. Everyone at the party were females except for the servers, and then he blacked out. 

* * * * Raymond awoke to the sound of Kristia’s voice. “Here Raymond, drink this, it will sober you up some.” Raymond took a big swig, only to taste the familiar flavor of his favorite iced coffee drink.  Kristia was trying to sober him up and fatten his cock up at the same time. He shook his head back and forth a few times and tried to focus. His legs were touching the ground, but he seemed to be propped up by something. Raymond tried to bring his hands up to his face but they wouldn’t budge. It felt tight around his waist as well. “Don’t struggle too hard deary, this is for your own good. Well... not really, it’s for my good,” Kristia said, followed by here haughty laugh. 

“Ladies... quiet please,” Kristia began, as she addressed everyone who had gathered for the party. “Tonight, for your viewing and other pleasures, I have brought you one of the wonders of the world...” She continued on, embellishing how she and Raymond met and other background information, while Raymond tried to get his bearings. Finally he was able to see clearly enough to access his situation and see that both his arms were buckled to a wall, as was his waist. The wide leather straps held him firmly in place but allowed his feet to remain free.  There was a white sheet wrapped around his midsection, just below the strap, that hung down to his feet. ‘What the hell is she up to?’ he wondered. 

“...and now,” she bellowed, “the largest cock on earth measuring twenty-four inches!” The crowd howled as she gripped the white sheet firmly. Raymond wondered if he had heard correctly... ‘twenty-four inches?’ 

Kristia ripped the sheet away from his waist and the change in raucous yelling to complete silence was so abrupt it was almost comical.  Raymond looked out at around thirty women – every one of them with their mouths agape staring at his crotch. Slowly Raymond looked down and even he was not prepared for what he saw next. 

His cock looked thicker than ever, like the PVC pipes on indoor plumbing. Large ropy veins twisted down the sides like vines to a giant peach-like head. Raymond didn’t doubt that his cock was indeed as long as she claimed as the end of it trailed down somewhere around mid-calf. He didn’t even recognize his gonads. They were swollen to the size of grapefruit and hung down in a sack almost to his knees. He felt sick to his stomach and swallowed hard to keep from throwing up. 

“I need three volunteers!” Kristia yelled out, “who’s going to be first?” Three women including Erika quickly scrambled forward while the others cheered them on. “Okay ladies, I think he’s only measuring around 20-inches in this limp state, let’s see if you can get him hard!” Erika got down on her knees picking up the end of his cock and started licking the giant head. Another woman went to his giant balls and began caressing them. The third, by default went in between and began lapping at his shaft. Raymond’s cock looked like a boa constrictor in their hands. 

Erika couldn’t begin to get the monstrous head in her mouth, so she licked at his pee-slit and the sensitive underside of the end of his cock. The gal fondling his balls tickled underneath his sac between them and his anus.  Raymond felt the blood rushing into his dick and watched as it stiffened up. “Next three!” Kristia yelled. “Here’s some baby oil, lets get creative girls!” 




The Curse



Humphrey buried his face in his hands and tried to fathom what had just happened. What he had done.

"I'm so sorry ... I ..."

"Fuck you! Are you pissed or something? How could you ever do a thing like that?"

She got up and was about to storm out of the living room.

"Please ... let me ... explain," he stammered, also getting up and trying to get close to her.

"Don't you dare coming any closer there," she hissed, emptying the contents of one paper bag onto the floor, until she found what she was looking for, her purse.

He froze on the spot, unsure what she was up to. She quickly opened the purse and got some pepper spray out of it.

"Now ... explain. What the fuck was that?"

"I ... fuck ... calm down please, will you? I'm sorry, I don't know ... I just ... Please, put that away, don't be silly, I won't ..."

"Get away from me, and I will calm down."

Hump sighed and sat down on the sofa again. She seemed uncertain as to what do next, but just shook her head and placed the pepper spray back in her purse.

"I'm waiting for your explanation."

The tone of her voice wasn't even angry any more, as she irresolutely shifted her weight from one leg to the other, before sighing and then sitting down next to him.

"Sorry ... I am a bit drunk. It was just all a bit much for me tonight, you know. First the dinner ..."

"Is it my fault that whoever it was stood you up?"

"You still don't get it ... It was you who stood me up ... We wanted to have a quiet evening in, remember?"

"Oh ..."

By the look of her face, now she did remember. She looked even willing to apologise for a few seconds, before she recovered and recalled what he had done.

"So ... I forgot, big deal. You never said anything about a dinner though. That still doesn't give you the right to pounce on me like that."

Hump was still completely off balance. All the lifetimes of frustration, rejection and failed advances now welled up and ripped his confidence and control to shreds.

"You just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

His smile was forced, and he noticed that he was trembling.

"That I love you."

She froze, her face an inscrutable mask. His heart was pounding harder than the bass drum of the music, which really got on his nerves now. Several times she appeared to start speaking, but whatever she wanted to say, she didn't. All of a sudden she got a bit closer to him and stroked his hair.

"Hump ... I ..."

The sound of her mobile ringing interrupted what he deemed to be the moment of truth. She almost seemed relieved, picked it up and answered.

"Yes hello? Ah ... Steve ... Oh, yes ... hang on, let me go to my room first."

She got up and avoided looking at Humphrey.

"We'll talk about it later, ok?"

"Sure. Okay. Whatever. Fuck."

And then she was gone. Hump poured himself another glass of wine, determined to finish the bottle on his own. After all, she didn't appreciate it anyway. Nor him, for that matter. He heard her laughing from time to time, and he took that levity for an answer. All off a sudden he couldn't bear being in the same house with her anymore. A burst of self-pity, anger and pain got him onto his feet, grabbing his jacket and storming out of the flat.

5. 

Hangover. The eyes did open, but the brightness of the room was unbearable, so he closed them again. There was a disgusting taste in his mouth. Only very slowly memories of the previous night resurfaced, including vivid images of him kneeling in front of the toilet and puking his heart out. Before that, stumbling and falling over bin bags. Before that, getting completely wasted in the corner pub. Before that ...

"Shit."

Now he forced his eyes open. At least he was at home. He was still fully dressed and smelled awful. He was feeling a little sick to his stomach already again. The word headache was too weak to describe the pain he was feeling. Little men in his head were drilling and hammering their way to the surface of his skull. A painful glance on the alarm clock revealed that he was already an hour late for work. In any case, his current condition would render any attempt to get there an exercise in futility. He would have to ring in at least. 

As difficult as it was, he kept his eyes open and even got out of bed. His stomach cramped up and he hastened in the direction of the bathroom, in case he was going to be sick again. However, the feeling subsided and he resolved to put his head under cold running water instead. Well, at least he was awake now.

His boss was a really nice fellow and didn't make a big deal out of it, when he told him the truth. Business had been slow in the last weeks anyway, and Hump hadn't been off sick for once so far. He stumbled into the kitchen to find a glass to dissolve the painkillers in he had found in the bathroom. He startled when he noticed that the living room was nicely done up and that she had even done the dishes in the adjacent kitchen. So maybe she did feel a bit sorry for last night after all. Could it be that ...

His hopes were crushed but a few seconds later, when he discovered the note she had left for him.

"Am going out for dinner with Steve tonight. See you later. Sarah."

Now the emotional hangover kicked in. And there were no painkillers for that.

The day and evening passed in a haze. Even if he had wanted to, he was in no shape to face her, so he went to bed early. Hump suppressed the urge to get wasted again, that wasn't going to get him anywhere. He tried to sleep, but couldn't. Sometime around two o'clock he heard her coming back. She seemed to stop in front of his door for a few seconds, but then went into her room. Then it was quiet again.

As usual, they didn't meet up in the morning, as she had to be at work an hour later and always got up at the last minute. Humphrey was almost grateful for that. It was bound to become awkward. Somehow, the whole situation appeared to have to resolve itself now. He had fouled up his chances with this stupid outburst, and the other chap had all the trumps in his hand now. She wouldn't have been out that late, if he wasn't charming and interesting and whatnot. At least she didn't fuck him. Or maybe she had? Anyway. Now it was important to see how she was dealing with the whole situation, what it meant for them living together.

Again, she wasn't in when he got home. Whatever had motivated her to clean up the living room and kitchen on the day before, had not stretched beyond that. That was the customary chaos she left every morning. It almost instilled the feeling of normality. Almost.

No note for him this time. He quietly did the dishes and decided to wait with cooking, until she arrived although he was feeling quite hungry. The telly didn't manage to distract him enough, his apprehension grew with every minute he was waiting for her. Then, despite the hunger and torment, he simply fell asleep.

"Hey ... sleepy head. Are you okay?"

Her smiling face hovering above him. It took him a while to realise that he was on the sofa, and that he must have dozed off.

"Um ... yeah ... sure ... fuck ... how late is it?"

"Eightish. I got home half an hour ago, but couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I'm starving ... fancy some Chinese? I was about to ring the place from last time; the flat noodles were really quite tasty ... Any idea where the flyer is? Have you eaten?"

Hump rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and tried to focus.

"No, I haven't, and I'm starving too ... on the table next to the phone I think."

"K ... do you want to have a look, or do you know what you want already?"

"Um ... dunno. Something. That sweet and sour chicken I had the last time was okay. And some egg-fried rice. And a spring roll."

"Got it."

He heard her dialling and talking to the Chinese take-away, as always with a fair amount of trouble, since they seemed to have left the one guy who didn't speak English properly on phone duty. More interesting however, was that she was acting normally. As if nothing had happened. At least for now. That didn't change until they had finished their meal.

Someone had to broach the subject. He knew her well enough to anticipate that she wouldn't.

"By the way, I am really sorry for what happened the other night."

Sarah didn't even look at him, but focused on the boring show on the telly.

"It's all right, don't worry about it. I think I kind of overreacted too."

He paused.

"Still, what I said ... I meant it."

No reaction. That was going worse than he expected. At least she could say something. Nothing. Instead, she picked up the remote and switched to another channel.

"Oh sorry, did you want to watch that? I forgot to ask."

"Nah, it's all right."

So, she wasn't in the mood for talking about that. Maybe he could get the other missing pieces to the puzzle.

"So ... how was your date with Steve?"

"Oh ... it was all right. We went to the Turkish restaurant up in Highbury. I had some lamb chops."

That wasn't really the information he was after. Usually, she was a little more talkative about her dates. That didn't sound too good.

"Ah ... so ... how were the chops? And the chap?"

"Okay. A bit too greasy for my taste."

"I see. The chops or the chap?"

Now she finally did look at him.

"Plonker. Nah, he is nice. A bit on the quiet side."

"In other words: He didn't manage to get a word in?"

She threw a cushion at him; it bounced off his shoulder and knocked some of the take-away boxes off the table.

"Shit ... sorry, I clean it up in a sec."

"Nah ... let me do that. After all, I invited this mess."

Sarah gazed at him, then smiled, before turning her head back into the direction of the TV set.

It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it any more. No harm done, it would seem. So the incident was at least not going to be a problem after all. What else came out of that, and what the story with this Steve fellow was ... only time would tell.

6. 

Valentine's Day. Although to his knowledge she hadn't seen this Steve guy since their first date, she had told him that she had a very special date in the evening. Everything had gone back to normal, the teasing, the flirting, feeling comfortable with each other, she even seemed to look at him more often, more attentive, almost tenderly at times. Had curled up against him on the sofa when watching telly, allowed him to stroke her hair. And then, she dropped the bomb. When asking her about her plans for this cursed day, she said she had a date. Crushed. He was. His hopes were.

The day went on in a haze. Who was this Steve, anyway? Some colleagues suggested to join them for some drinks, but he didn't feel like it. He wanted to be home as soon as possible, just in case this guy would pick her up and he could finally see what he was up against there. It must have been something serious; she had told him that she even took half a day off to get ready for the date. Why else would she have been so hush-hush about it? Maybe she wanted to spare his feelings.

Odd. Classical music coming from inside their flat? His hands shook when put the key in the hole. When opening the door he immediately noticed the unmistakable smell of something being cooked with wine. She could not be that callous ... inviting her date to their flat? Without even asking him? How cruel was that? After he had told her ...

"There you are ..."

Hump was completely taken aback, when he felt her body in his back, her arms wrapping around him and her face close to his.

"Happy Valentine ..."

He dropped his briefcase when she swung him around and kissed him. That was no friendship kiss, she went straight for his lips, and her tongue entered his mouth, as she pressed him against the hallway's wall. Hump was grateful to have some back support, his knees went wobbly, and he felt he was about to faint. She stopped kissing him and beamed.

"Looks like I managed to surprise you this time ..."

Hump was too stunned to answer. Or to react for that matter. Sarah took him by the hand and led him to the living room, where she had set the table for a romantic dinner.

"What ... how ... why ..."

"Questions, questions. They will all be answered. But now you need to get your sweet little arse at the table, after all I spent two fucking hours in the kitchen to prepare this thing. Make yourself useful and pour the wine for us, will you?"

Darn, she could cook ... she had never cooked for him, for as long as he knew her, in this lifetime at least. That was the next surprise. The tournedos were perfect, the wine sauce brilliant, he couldn't have done it any better. The choice of wine extraordinary, he was in a state of utter disbelief throughout the meal. She kept teasing him about it, seemed completely changed, she had never been so ... accessible, yes, that was what it was. She wanted him, wanted to be with him ... she ...

"Are you dreaming my love?"

"I ... still can't believe what is happening here ... why didn't you say anything? I mean ... you knew what I am feeling for you ..."

"Yes, of course. And you almost spoiled it. Anyway, looks like my little surprise worked out after all."

"You could certainly say that ... and the meal ... fabulous, I didn't even know you could cook at all ..."

"Oh, you are in for a few more surprises. Wait until the dessert ..."

"Dessert ... hmm ... well, what is that going to be?"

She got up as if she wanted to go to the kitchen, but then came up behind his chair and whispered in his ear.

"For dessert I am going to fuck your brains out."

He felt himself being pulled out of the chair and pushed onto the table. There was the sound of crockery falling to the floor, the feeling of his buttocks getting wet presumably from wine, the feeling of pain when something sharp met with his lower back. But all these sensations were negligible when her body descended on him, when her lips found his and locked in a passionate kiss. 

More things fell to the floor, as she tugged and tore on his shirt and he struggled to keep some sort of balance. However, the angle was too weird and they crashed to the floor together with the table, which did not interrupt her ferocious attempts to get him out of his clothes for more than a few seconds. Her passion was infectious, and soon the sound of ripping fabric wasn't just coming from his but also her clothes. At least he succeeded in freeing one of her breasts, and tearing her skimpy panties off, when her skirt rode up high enough to allow him access.

Sarah was much more proficient, her hands soon wandered over his bare chest, her fingers trailing downwards until she fumbled around with his belt. When the zipper offered some resistance, she simply tore it with astonishing force. How long had he been dreaming about this moment, fantasizing about scenarios, but it had never been anything like this? There was no time to reminisce though, no time to think at all. He felt her hand at his cock and before he realised what happened she had already guided it inside of her.

It was accomplished, the curse was lifted, but even that realisation was just a flare on the horizon of his mind, a side-note on the page of unleashed passion and lust, as she rode him wildly and somewhat violently. Some sharp objects were still beneath him, everything a melange of pain and bliss. She halted a few times, her lips found his and locked into fiery kisses, to resume her forceful ride with renewed passion. Her face blurred before his eyes, dissolved into the faces of previous incarnations, and when it seemed to assume her face, he came straight away. Breathless silence, then she dismounted him and huddled up against him.

"Wow ... that was ... wow ..."

She had closed her eyes and smiled, a calm, content smile.

"You have no idea what this means for me ... you ..."

Her snickering seemed completely out of place.

"I know exactly what it means, inquisitor."

For a second he had the feeling he was about to lose his mind.

"You ... you knew? How could you ... didn't you say ..."

"You are so naïve ... What makes you think that a witch who is capable of putting such a curse on you is necessarily honest about the conditions?"

"You ... I don't believe this ... you wicked ... wily ..."

"Yes ... I am a witch after all. I confess. I have tortured you to the best of my ability for eight lifetimes now. And I enjoyed every minute of it."

"This is ... unbelievable ... how could you ... how ..."

"Well, you were not exactly kind to me on our first encounter, remember? And you know what the real tragedy was about that? I was in love with you even then. All you would have had to do was ask me, and we could have been together."

"You ... what?"

"I loved you then, I love you now, always have, always will."

Humphrey was too stunned to take all this in. The magnitude of her deception was just too much to comprehend. Although it felt weird to say this under these surreal circumstances, he knew that it was true for him also.

"Fuck ... yes, I love you too. Always have, always will."

The kiss obliterated all pain and eight lifetimes of chase and failure. She motioned him to get up and into her room. She quickly stripped off her clothes and he hastened to do the same with what was left of his. She rummaged through her dresser, as he sprawled out on the bed. Then she was on top of him again. Cold metal suddenly closed around his wrists, as she expertly handcuffed him to the bed.

"So now my love, if you think that I am done torturing you, think again ..."



The Curse



April 8th. It's 3:47 and you're lying awake cursing your cat for waking you up from the perfect dream. Well, you think it was the perfect dream, it's only beginning to come back to you in pieces but your cock is hard as hell so it's a pretty good guess. In that way dreams have of not making sense once you're out of them you remember being with a hot blonde but can't really picture her face. 

Initially you were both wearing togas and you were trying to get away from someone or something. Then, all of a sudden, you were in an open field, lying on your back watching her as she slowly slid out of her clothes. Her nipples were hard and she picked up one of your hands and moved your fingers over them before leaning forward to kiss you. 

You remember feeling content, like everything was right with the world being with her, but then she moved your hands down over her hips and lower to her pussy and from there you don't remember thoughts so much as movements. Still guiding your hands, she moved them over her, wetting your fingers and then sucking them. Turned on, you were about to roll the two of you over but she requested to stay on top of you. 

Amused you let her as she slid her naked body down yours, removing your clothes and then laying over you with her mouth near your cock and her pussy close enough to taste. You bring your hands up to help position her closer as her tongue flicks out to lick the head of your cock. As if you'd been together many, many times before, the motions of your tongues match each other, hers running up and down the length of your cock, yours licking up the wetness of her pussy. 

She moans slightly as you push a couple of fingers inside her and she tightens around them. Taking your cock in her mouth she sucks it in and out while she moves her hips in the same rhythm, fucking your fingers. The view of her ass from this angle is one you have always enjoyed and the sounds of her moans tell you she is equally pleased with her particular view of you. 

As she's sucking you and cupping your balls with one hand, she is dragging her nails over your thigh. You vaguely remember thinking that you love her, and not just in that pre-climactic type of way and were about to tell her so when her scratches become painful. 

It was at this point that you woke up to find your cat, clawing at you through your sheets. "Fucking cat!" you think as you start to drift back to sleep, having already taken care of the hard-on produced by this dream, although sadly without the hot blonde. 

April 9th. It's 4:09am and you've been jolted awake again. Vaguely you think of killing your cat but then you remember that you'd locked her out the night before in the hopes of bringing back the hot blonde. A phrase keeps echoing in your head and you can only assume that it's from the dream you were having but it doesn't make much sense to you. "500 women and 1000 years." For some reason it makes you feel empty and lonely and more than a little creeped out. What the hell were you even dreaming about?

You try to remember but once again, it's hard to piece together. You remember 

something about a girl and a ritual, No, wait, something about fucking a woman in a pool. Suddenly it all comes flooding back to you... 

You were standing near a fire, watching someone chant and sprinkle things over the flames -- a spell of some sort, but before you can figure out what it's for an older blonde, maybe in her late 30s, drags you by the hand out of a grove of trees and near a clear crystal pool. 

She was hot for her age and dressed in figure forming velvet dress with a belt draped over her hips pointing suggestively lower. Her face was painted with some sort of blue ink and she wore a strange necklace, which you never would have remembered if the odd looking charm hadn't dangled right in the line of her cleavage, continually drawing your eyes. 

Pleased by your attention she leans forward, pressing her body up against yours and whispers, "I've seen the way you watch me. Do you want me?"

You can only nod as your hands slide underneath the fabric of her dress tracing the line of cleavage underneath the necklace. You know that there is something forbidden about this woman but you can't remember why and honestly at the moment, you can't quite bring yourself to care. 

Picking her up, you carry into the water, though still fully clothed and the folds of her dress cling to her thighs before you push them aside. You rub your hands over her pussy and realize she is already wet. She looks you directly in the eyes and says in a hoarse sounding whisper, "We don't have time for games. If you want me, fuck me now." 

She steps backwards towards shallower water and lies on her back on the bank, her dress pulled above her hips and her legs spread wide. Needing no further invitation, you remove you clothes and in one quick motion you're on top of her. She moans loudly as you ram your cock into her forcefully. The water beneath you splashes as you drive her hips into the ground and she lifts them as you pull back. She claws at your back and demands that you move faster, harder.

"Fuck me, oh God, FUCK me," she moans and bites your neck. Her pussy is tighter than you thought it would be and it feels incredible as it clings to your cock as you thrust in and out of her. In minutes you're ready to cum but try to hold back and make it last longer for her sake but a look of impatience crosses her face.

"Cum. I want to feel you cum inside me. Now!"

No sooner do you obey her command than you see a pair of blue eyes emerge from the trees. Now that you're awake you realize it's strange that you couldn't make out the face or body accompanying them, but in your dream you could only recognize that they looked betrayed.

"You fool. You let her complete her spell to make you her slave. All she needed was your cum, which you have eagerly provided. You have given her what you should only have given to me," you hear a voice that presumably went with the eyes. "For all of eternity, you will regret this mistake. May 500 women and 1000 years come between us so that you may realize what you have lost on this night."

"Shit, I really need to stop eating pizza before bed. These dreams are just fucking weird," you think to yourself, trying to push away the memory, "I think I would've rather forgotten this one." But as you fall back asleep you hear the words again and they make you unbelievably sad.

April 10th. It's 2:38 am and for the first time in three nights, you're actually asleep. You dream that you're fighting in a war, though by the look of your uniform it's one that took place a long time before Iraq. You're in a bunker, shooting at enemies when you feel something rip into your calf and another in your shoulder. The pain is blinding and you pass out only to wake up back in camp, in a medical tent.

"Welcome back," says a soft voice from somewhere behind your bed. "We were worried about you for a bit there but Sgt. Reynolds says that you're going to be ok. How do you feel?"

"Drugged," you laugh, trying to turn your head to see the nurse who is speaking to you.

"Well, give it a bit. I'll be back to check on you soon."

Though it takes a couple of days you are finally able to get up, but can only walk with crutches. The paperwork is in to send you back to the states but the Army is never quick with anything, so you just wait. 

You spend most of your time talking with the nurse about anything and everything -- the politics that led to the start of this world war, why she got into nursing, her boyfriend back home, your girlfriend, etc. You feel unbelievably drawn to her but always feel like there is something blocking really getting to know her.

Your last night there, the two of you stay up talking, drinking a bottle of wine you had to beg, borrow and steal to get a hold of. You reach out and touch her cheek but with a sad look into your eyes, she pulls away. The next morning you're on a plane home, back to your real life and your girlfriend but you can't help feeling like you belong somewhere else. You tell yourself it's just adjustment, being home from the war but the feeling doesn't go away, even after you wake up.

April 11th. 2:19 am and once again, you're soundly asleep, just as you should be. In the morning, you'll laugh about the weirdness of all these dreams and the fact that you actually remember them all when you wake up, but right now you're busy watching a blonde girl with flowers in her hair, tripping hard on acid.

She's in the same commune as you and though you've slept with most of the women there, you've never been with her. She's hot and you want her, but for some reason she won't have anything to do with you. Every time she turns you down, you feel compelled to sleep with that many more women, but the acceptance by the others doesn't keep you from wanting what you can't have.

April 11th. 3:25 am. You woke up for some reason, filled with a weird sense of excitement. Sure, it's technically your birthday now, but you don't think that's it. You can't remember what you were dreaming, but you fall back asleep quickly anyway.

April 11th. It's 10:15 pm on a school night. You're not in school so it doesn't matter to you, but most of the bitches in the room have the look of girls who are stripping to pay tuition, fucking their professors to up their gpa or secretly banging their boyfriend's three best friends behind his back -- the rest you've either fucked before or never wanted to. 

In fact, your house might as well be the waiting room for a plastic surgeon specializing in cheap tit jobs. Not bad if you're looking for a one night stand... It is your birthday after all and the two chics making out in the corner look half a drink away from a gang bang.

There's just one problem - and you almost want to punch yourself for how gay the thought is - you're kinda over that and looking for someone to do more than just guest star. Your friends threw this party to help you snap out of it but as you pass a redhead who has just taken off her top and is letting some guy you vaguely remember from high school suck on her nipples you're hardly even turned on -- well maybe just a little, the piercings were kinda hot.

You stifle a yawn and decide to get another beer. The only thing worse than not finding the right chic is lying alone in your bed thinking about it. That shit can wait for tomorrow. Since you're obviously not going to meet anyone worthwhile at this party there's really nothing for it but to drink up and see how many girls want to fuck the bday boy. 

You've barely taken two steps when someone comes up behind you and grabs your ass. You're half hoping it's one of the girls at the party who you've already fucked as this would surely mean they're ready for a repeat but on the other hand, there's certainly nothing wrong with new girls or even new positions, assuming their up on their yoga classes.

"Baaabeeey," slurs a voice you faintly recognize, "I wanted to give you your birthday present but you've been pouting in the corner. What's the matter, baby?" she asks as her hand slips around and strokes your cock through your jeans.

You recognize her as the girl your friend Dan was trying to pick up earlier. She's cute but certainly not worth ditching the bros before hos philosophy.

"Oh, hey, thanks. I like presents. I'm just on my way to get another beer, you want one?"

You know damn good and well that the last thing this girl needs is more alcohol and you'll probably find her passed out on your lawn tomorrow but it seems like a good distraction as she throws her hands in the air in delight. 

"I love beeeer! But it's your birthday. I'll get them. I'm kind of clumsy though. If I spill any of mine down my shirt, do you promise to lick it up?" she giggles, although at this point the words are almost incoherent. Call it old fashioned but even if Dan wasn't trying, you like your girls conscious.

You vaguely nod and send her off, pretty sure she'll never make it back to you anyway.

Sadly enough, despite the party and the chics in the corner who are now topless and groping each other for an audience of guys wishing they'd brought a video camera, you're just not in the mood for this. Maybe it's the dreams or just outgrowing this kind of thing and looking for something more. Either way you decide to go sit on your front porch and clear your head for a minute.

"Hey," says a girl who is sitting outside, obviously running with same idea, "kinda crazy in there, huh?"

"It's all right," you murmur. You can't trash your own party, plus, if you were in a better mood, you'd think it was fucking awesome. You try to get a better look at the girl but her face is kind of shadowed. You can see shoulder length blonde hair falling on bare shoulders and a top that laces up in the back, the kind that just begs to be untied while she's not paying attention but since she's obviously taking a breather, you decide to let the opportunity go by.

"I don't even know the guy whose house this is. I'm here visiting my cousin and she sort of dragged me here and then ditched me. I'm not really a big fan of huge parties with no one I know, so I'm just kicking it out here until Jessica is ready to bail. Thankfully I'm sober enough to get us home. Oh, I'm Autumn, by the way."

She turns her head and finally you can see her face. She has really blue eyes and an almost doll-like face, with lips that instantly make you think about what they would look like stretched to fit your cock in her mouth. She's not standing at the moment, but you can tell she must be tiny, though she still has a pretty nice rack. If her ass is half as good, she'll be hotter than anyone you've ever been with before. 

You know that you don't know her but for some reason she looks vaguely familiar and you have a sudden thought of a birthmark on her inner thigh. Just as you're about to assume you saw in her some random internet porn it hits you.

"Nice to meet you, Autumn," you say, wondering how the girl from your dream turned up at your party. 

"Have we met before? It's weird, I feel like I've seen you somewhere," she says, a look of concentration on her face.

"Ever been to a toga party?" you laugh. This whole situation is weird and yet for some reason, it just seems right that you're out here sitting with her.

"No, but last week Jess and I went to see some weird psychic and she told me that I was a daughter of a Roman emperor in a past life. Seriously, these people make up some crazy shit, but it's kind of fun."

"No kidding. What else did she say?"

"Oh something about being a medieval priestess and cursing my soulmate. You know, the usual."

You didn't even tell your friends about the dreams, so there isn't any way they set you up. For the briefest moment you think of telling her but then you realize that you'll just sound completely nuts. Besides, you don't believe in past lives and certainly not in soulmates but she is the first girl all night you've actually wanted to talk to.

"Sorry, didn't mean to weird you out with the whole psychic talk. I'm not crazy, I promise. I don't believe in any of it, we just went for fun. Your comment just reminded me of what she said. Anyway, why are you sober tonight? Driving people home like me?"

"Nah, it's my party actually. I was about to grab another beer but decided to step outside for a minute. I'd offer to grab you one too, but well, the whole designated driver thing."

The conversation kept going from there about where she goes to school, what you do for a living, etc, interrupted a couple of times as people began to leave the party. Finally she decided to get up to go check on her cousin. You go with her and the two of you find Jessica passed out on the floor, with the two girls who had been in the corner.

"Looks like she had a good night," you laugh and offer to help Autumn get her out to her car.

"I don't think so. She had a good night and I'm having a good time with you. I think I'll just let her tough it out down here," She smiles at you, "besides, since this is your house, that must mean there's a bedroom belonging to you, right?"

You laugh and nod, before leaning forward to kiss her. You love it when girls proposition you, so much less work, but something about the way she said that really turned you on.

As you lead her to your room she's already taking off your shirt and as you turn around after making sure your door is locked, you pull on the laces at the back of her shirt as you'd thought of hours earlier. With the laces loosened, you reach your hand up under her shirt and play with her nipples as she unzips your pants and pulls them off. 

Pulling off her shirt altogether, you pull her into your lap as you sit on your bed, running your hands up under her jean skirt. To your surprise you find she isn't wearing panties -quite daring for a girl who was supposed to just be the DD of the evening. Pushing the skirt up over her thighs, you roll her back onto the bed and rub her clit with your thumb. She moans as you slide a finger inside her and you think to yourself that this is much better than dreaming about her.

After a minute she stops your hand with a smile, "It's your birthday, you should cum before I do and if you don't stop that, that's not gonna happen."

Moving her hand you continue rubbing her clit, "Yeah, whatever, my birthday was technically yesterday since it's after midnight now," you say, just before replacing your fingers with your tongue. Her moans grow louder as you lick in quick circles, her legs over your shoulders, her hands pulling your hair to hold you closer. 

You're pretty sure anyone left in the house can hear her as she cums but you don't give a shit. The way she's moaning has you as hard as you've ever been and dying to fuck her brains out.

"Oh, fuck, that was good," she whispers as you kiss her again, "I haven't cum that hard ever."

"Happy birthday to me," you smile.

"No, that's next," she smiles back, sitting up and pushing you back on the bed, "Just lay back..."

"And enjoy the ride?"

"I was gonna blow you, but if you'd rather fuck me, that can be arranged too."

Straddling you, she slowly positions the head of your cock just outside her pussy, "Tell me how bad you want me."

"You have no idea. I feel like I've wanted you for forever."

She gives you a look that says "good enough" and slowly slides herself down, pushing your cock inside and moaning softly. Leaning back on her hands, she rocks her hips back and forth so that your cock is at a good angle to hit her gspot and you can watch her every move. You reach up and grab her tits, loving the way they bounce as she fucks you. You smile as she cums again and then roll her under you. 

She pulls you down on top of her and guiding your cock with her hands, "I want you to fuck-" but her words are cut off by a moan as the head of your cock slides into her again. She kisses you as her pussy clings to your cock every time you push back inside.

"Pull my hair," she says in a breathless whisper, "tell me how much you want me."

You reach up and grab a handful of soft blonde hair, tugging lightly -- enough to pull but not enough to really hurt. "I want you so bad.

"I like it up the ass," she says in between moans.

"Next time." You're way to close to cumming to stop now. 

You collapse on top of her as you do and she whispers sleepily in your ear, "Next time you can cum in my mouth."

You'd love to take her up on the offer now, but you're really tired as you lay with her in your arms, you both fall asleep.

April 12th. 2:44 am, you're both dreaming.

"You betrayed me," Autumn whispers quietly, almost as if she didn't know she was saying the words.

You look up and see that she's crying. You lean forward and pull her into your arms, almost as if you'd been doing it for years.




The Curse



"I'm sorry," you whisper and though you hadn't even meant to say anything, you realize you mean it, "but I'm guessing this means you've forgiven me?"

"No, but I'm willing to let you spend this lifetime making it up to me," she laughs and gives you another kiss.

"Sure, as long as you wake me up with a blowjob and the rest of our conversations happen while we're awake."

"Deal." 



The Curse



Bridget had just told Paul that his father was dead. The young, somewhat awkward and nerdy nineteen year-old could hardly believe it. 

Less than a week ago Josh, his father, and Bridget, his father's younger girlfriend, had gone on vacation in Mexico together. Bridget had returned two days early looking very pale and upset, bearing the sad news that his father had been killed in a cave-in whilst the two of them were exploring some random cave they had discovered near the Sierra Madre del Sur mountain range.

In fact Paul was supposed to have gone with them. His father had promised to pay for him to join them as a reward for being accepted into college, Bridget however had put her foot down and insisted that the teenager would ruin their so-called 'romantic holiday'.

Bridget and Paul hadn't seen eye-to-eye from their very first meeting. Paul put most of the blame for the break-up of his parent's marriage, squarely on the shoulders of his father's new, younger and more beautiful girlfriend Bridget. The attractive thirty four year old blonde Bridget also took a disliking to Paul, resenting the very idea of being anyone's stepmother, let alone such a geeky, socially inept young man like Paul. The plain looking teenager was nothing like the handsome and successful father that Bridget had been having an affair with. 

The fact that Bridget was drop dead gorgeous and insanely sexy also didn't help make Paul more comfortable in her presence. Bridget was a teenager's wet dream, the perfect blonde centrefold. She was the picture of beauty, with deep brown eyes, long blonde hair and a tight, toned, killer body. Her breasts were her most outstanding feature, large, perky and almost always on display. She always wore tight fitting, low cut clothing that displayed her magnificent curves to best effect. Paul had given up trying to be subtle and usually openly stared at her big, luscious tits, his lustful stares furthering Bridget's dislike of him. He would have given anything to be in his father's shoes and have the chance to get his hands on those massive, round knockers.

The rest of Bridget's body was almost as good. Even the far younger girls in Paul's classes at college could not compare with her perfect supermodel physique. She had long, tanned legs, and a shapely, well-rounded ass. Her erection-inducing body was the product of perfect genes and many hours spent in the gym.

Despite his dislike of Bridget's haughty, bitchy disposition, Paul still lusted after her, often imagining himself having his way with her flawless, voluptuous body as he masturbated. Bridget's constant insults and put-downs meant his favourite fantasy was to shut her up mid insult with a hard cock in her mouth.

"And don't think you're going to stay here young man!" Bridget snapped after she had revealing the shocking news of Paul's father's death. "You can go Spain and live with your bitch of a mother."

"Don't say that about Mom. You're the bitch!" Paul angrily replied storming off to his bedroom, his mind whirling with grief.

He slammed shut the door and slumped down on the bed. He had no intention of staying here with Bridget, that's for sure. Besides, knowing Bridget it wouldn't be long before she found some new, rich sugar-daddy to keep her happy.

Paul hadn't been getting on with his Dad recently, they'd gotten into a number of arguments over living in the same house as Bridget and was even considering moving out into his own place or going to stay with his mother in Spain. It still hurt for his father to be gone however. What the hell were they doing exploring a cave together anyway?

***

Paul must have drifted off to sleep, as he was awakened several hours later when Bridget burst into his bedroom.

"Don't you knock?" he complained, still a little sleepy even though it was only a little after 11am.

"Like you'd ever have a girl in here anyway," shot back Bridget. She had got changed and showered after her trip back and was now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. As always, her jeans were tight-fitting, stretching across her shapely thighs and hips and hugging her delightfully rounded ass like a second skin. The pink t-shirt she wore was stretched tight across her ample chest, her big boobs looking as though they would burst through the thin cotton at any moment.

"I need my privacy," he insisted.

"You were probably jerking off," she murmured scornfully. "But anyway, I need your help."

Paul was surprised by this comment and for the first time noticed she had a slightly pained expression. "What's wrong," he asked her suspiciously. Knowing Bridget it was probably some dirty chore she wanted him to do.

"I've got a pain in my stomach and chest, since I got back from Mexico," she explained. "I think I need to go see a doctor, but I don't think I can drive."

Paul briefly considered refusing, especially after she had been such a bitch right after telling him his father was dead. "Okay fine," he said at last. It could be something serious and despite his dislike, he didn't really want her badly hurt or dead. "I'll take you."

Paul drove her down to the local doctor's clinic and waited with her for almost an hour before they were finally admitted into the doctor's office. As Paul followed Bridget down the hallway to the office he admired the roll of her curved hips and way her firm buttocks moved in her tight fitting jeans. 

"What seems to be the problem?" asked Dr Walker once they were seated. He was an elderly, grey haired man who was rather overweight and had ugly liver-spots on his hands and bald forehead, but on such short notice he was the only doctor available to see Bridget.

"I've just got back from Mexico," Bridget explained, wincing slightly and holding her stomach with one arm. "And in the last couple hours I've developed this sharp pain in my stomach and chest."

"Both?" Dr Walker asked, seeming surprised.

Bridget nodded, "yes, both."

"That's strange," murmured the doctor in reply. He stood up and reached for the stethoscope sitting on the side of his desk. "Any other symptoms?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Bridget replied with a shrug, sitting beside her, Paul couldn't help but notice the way the movement lifted up her heavy tits, jiggling them very slightly under her tight fitting t-shirt.

"No headaches, pains anywhere other than your torso?" Dr Walker quizzed her as he moved around the desk.

"No, just my stomach and chest, is it serious doctor?"

"I'm not sure yet," admitted the doctor, he moved over to stand right in front of where Bridget sat. "I just need to have a listen to your stomach, can you lift up your shirt please."

Bridget glanced briefly over at where Paul was sitting beside her, hesitating a moment. She then nodded and pulled up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her flat, nicely tanned stomach.

Paul bit his lower lip and stared at the sudden, exposed skin of his father's gorgeous girlfriends flat belly. She had pulled her t-shirt up to her chest and the bottom of her white and pink patterned bra was visible, her large breasts swelling out in the skimpy satin material.

Even the doctor seemed affected by the display of skin, his hand shaking slightly as he pressed the cold stethoscope against Bridget's stomach and listened intently. He frowned as he listened in a few places.

"Seems normal," he said at last, taking off the stethoscope and placing it back on his desk. "I can't hear anything unusual. The pain is there right now is it?"

"Yes, it's been there the whole time," Bridget confirmed as she pulled her top back down.

"I'm going to need to do a breast exam now," said Dr Walker. "Can you please take off your t-shirt and bra."

Paul's eyes went wide in eager anticipation of finally getting a look at those world-class tits he'd been ogling since he first met her.

Bridget however had other ideas. "Is that necessary doctor?"

"Yes, I need to eliminate a few possibilities in my diagnosis."

"Okay then," Bridget agreed. "Paul, wait out in the waiting room please."

Paul's heart immediately sank, "But..."

"Out!" Bridget snapped. There was no way that creepy young geek was going to she her topless that was for sure.

"Fine," Paul replied glumly, unable to come up with a good excuse to stick around for the titty show. He got up and headed outside to wait for her to finish up, Bridget's boobs banished back to his imagination only.

As soon as the door closed Bridget pulled off her t-shirt and then unclipped her bra, unveiling her magnificent tits. They were huge, two giant mounds of flesh, firm and perfectly rounded, topped by smallish, dark nipples. The doctor almost gasped aloud at the wonderful sight of Bridget's tits, doing his best to maintain his professional composure.

Despite their immense size they had almost no sag, remaining high on chest and proudly out-thrust. The cool air seemed to have an effect on her nipples as they jutted out hard from atop her luscious mammeries.

Dr Lane pulled his chair around in front of Bridget and sat down, preparing for his examination. He paused for a split section, eagerly eyeing up her fantastic knockers, and then reached out, slapping both his hands onto her firm, round boobs. 

His hands were a little damp and clammy, and Bridget gave a slight gasp as the doctor gave her big tits and initial test squeeze, sampling their size and firmness. He moved his hands all around the expanse of her vast tits. They were much bigger than his hands so it took a bit to feel them all over. He licked his lips as he gave Bridget's tits another squeeze, her hard nipples tickling his palms.

Dr Lane lifted both her tits up, jiggling them both in his palms as if comparing their weights. He then moved both hands over to her right breast, her tits so big that it was definitely a job for two hands.

Bridget gasped again as the doctor gave her right breast a hard squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, fleshy orb. Dr Lane's mouth was slightly open and his tongue hung out a bit as he explored her wonderful breasts. 

He then held her right breast in one hand, his thumb swiping across her nipple as his other hand pressed around the topside of her boob, as if exploring it for lumps or anomalies. His more conventional examination put Bridget at ease a little, prior to that it seemed like the old doctor was more interested in groping her than examining her.

Dr Lane appeared to finish with her right boob. He gave it a pat and moved both hands over to her left breast, cupping the mountainous tit and squeezing it firmly with both hands, his tongue seeming to poke out further as he watched her firm flesh well up between his squeezing fingers.

He then pressed his fingers around over her tit, checking for any lumps as he had with her right tit, before giving it a final pat, signalling he'd finished.

"Did you find anything?" Bridget asked, relieved when he finally released her jugs. She immediately began to put her bra back on.

"No, everything seems quite normal," Dr Lane replied, wiping his chin which was a little damp from his tongue.

"So what's wrong with me?" asked Bridget in concern. She pulled her t-shirt back on.

"I'm not sure," admitted Dr Lane. "You appear to be in perfect health. I'm going to take some blood samples and run some tests. Hopefully we can find out what's causing the pain."

"How long will that take?" asked Bridget in dismay.

"Probably a couple of days, I'll give you a prescription for some pain killers which should tide you over until we know more."

***

Outside in the waiting room, Paul's thoughts were filled with imaginings of what Bridget's tits would look like naked, or what it would be like to see that old doctor pawing and groping her.

He was snapped out of it by Bridget's return. "Let's go," she said promptly. "We need to go to the drug store and then the antiques store."

"The antiques store?" Paul asked in surprise as he rushed to catch up with her as they left the doctors surgery.

"I want to head to that old Mexican antique store on 43rd Street. I've got this little idol I picked up while we were away that I want to get valued."

"Great, so now we're running all your errands," muttered Paul under his breath as they got back into the car.

"What was that?" snapped Bridget, she winced in pain and clutched her arm across her chest, leaning forward in her chair.

"Nothing," murmured Paul, even though she was a bitch he still felt a little sorry for her. It was clear that she was in real agony.

They ran past the drug store to pick up Bridget's pain killers, then headed over to the antiques store that she had wanted to visit. Paul had asked Bridget where she'd got the idol from, but she'd refused to answer, telling him it was none of his business in her usual aloof manner.

Inside the antique store they were met by an old Mexican woman. To Paul she looked like the oldest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. She was completely covered in wrinkles so deep that it looked like her face was about to crack apart and clearly had trouble moving her ancient body around the store. She had thin, wispy white hair and wore musty old clothes and a red scarf over her head.

"Can I help you?" the old woman croaked as Bridget and Paul approached the counter.

The store was filled with old, dusty furniture and a mix of American Indian and genuine old Aztec relics, as well as a bunch of cheap knock-off Aztec and Mayan statues and medallions that probably went down well with tourists.

Bridget pulled a small turquoise idol out of her purse and placed it on the counter. It was about eight inches tall and intricately carved with a woman's visage. The body of the small turquoise lady was decorated with red shell fragments and from the casual glimpse Paul was able to give it, it looked as though it depicted a naked woman, with disproportionately large breasts.

The old crone's eyes went wide at the sight of the idol and she put her hand to her mouth in surprise. "Where did you get this?" she hissed urgently.

Bridget was a little taken aback by the woman's reaction. "In Mexico," she replied uncertainly. "Is it valuable or something?"

"It is the ancient idol of Xochiquetzal!" the woman told them, as though the name was supposed to mean something.

"So?" Bridget said with a shrug, wondering if the old lady was a crack-pot.

"Xochiquetzal is goddess of female sexuality, prostitutes, and pleasure. The idol has been lost, hidden for centuries, where did you get it?"

"Just some cave," replied Bridget nonchalantly. "It's rare then is it?" she turned the idol over in her hands, looking at it more intently that before.

"It is cursed!" hissed the old woman, looking at the idol in disgust and fear.

Bridget scoffed doubtfully at this, "Yeah right. You just want to cheat me, don't you old woman?"

The ancient Mexican woman stared intently into Bridget's eyes. "You can feel it already, can't you?"

Bridget frowned, "what are you talking about?" She glanced towards Paul, snatching up the idol from the counter, "maybe coming here was a mistake."

Bridget turned as if to leave, but the old woman spoke again. "You can feel the curse can't you? You can feel the pain?"

Bridget hesitated, thinking of her sudden ailment since her return from Mexico. Could it really be related to the idol? How had the old woman known? She turned back and put the idol back on the counter.

"The pain is only the beginning," warned the antique dealer.

"It's caused by the idol?" asked Bridget dubiously, not sure whether to believe her or not. "The curse?"

"The pain will increase every hour and the curse will ultimately kill you," the old woman said dramatically. Paul could still not tell if she was for real or just tried to cheat Bridget out of some money and get a cheap price for the idol.

"I should get rid of the idol," said Bridget. "You will take it?"

"No!" snapped the old woman immediately. "I do not want the curse. Getting rid of the idol will not help you anyway."

"What?" Bridget's voice tremored slightly, a little fear showing through. "So I'm doomed?"

The old woman hesitated, thoughtfully considering the idol.

"Should I return the idol?" Bridget asked. "I mean take it back to the cave."

"It will not help you," the woman replied immediately and Bridget's face paled. "But there may be a solution, a cure for the curse."

"What?" Bridget said at once, her voice begging. "What do I have to do?"

"I will need to look into it," said the woman. "To study the ancient writings. It will take time. Tomorrow I will have an answer for you."

"Tomorrow?" asked Bridget in dismay. "But the pain, it's getting worse, I can feel it." She seemed to be caught up in what the old crone was telling her.

"How long have you had the idol?" the Mexican asked her.

"Two days," replied Bridget fearfully.

"Yes," the old woman nodded. "You may not live through the night."

"So what can I do?" asked Bridget.

"There may be a way to slow down the curse, to keep it at bay until I can find an answer for you."

"What? Anything!" begged Bridget.

The old woman paused a moment, glancing briefly at Paul and then back to Bridget and the idol. "You must consume manseed. Every two hours. It will keep the curse at bay, keep the pain away and let you live through the night."

"Manseed? You mean semen?" Bridget was very confused now.

"Yes. The goddess of sex requires an offering. You must drink the seed every two hours if you want to fight the curse," confirmed the woman.

Bridget grimaced, "That's gross. Where am I going to get cum every two hours?"

"Your boyfriend perhaps," said the woman, glancing over at Paul. He gasped in surprise at the connotation. "You must drink the manseed every two hours. It must be fresh and taken directly, not touching any cup or vessel."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Bridget almost shrieked in horror.

"Every two hours," repeated the woman. "Return to me tomorrow and I will hopefully have good news for you."

Bridget nodded numbly and walked out of the store in shock, Paul trailing along behind her.

"Do you think she was for real?" asked Paul as they got back into the car. He wasn't sure what to make of the crazy old woman and her stories about curses.

Bridget was very pale and did not answer him. She still clutched the idol of Xochiquetzal in her hand, her knuckles white as she clung on for dear life.

They drove back in silence, both rather shocked and uncomfortable. As soon as they were home Bridget immediately took a double dose of the pain killers she had been prescribed by Dr Lane and then headed for her bedroom. Paul shrugged helplessly, and decided to go play some X-Box in the lounge to take his mind off things. It had been quite a day.

***

Bridget rolled over on her bed, clutching her stomach in agony. It had been twenty minutes since she had taken the drugs and they didn't seem to be helping. In fact the pain felt even worse now. Was that ancient old woman right, was she really cursed? Bridget groaned again and looked over at where the small idol sat on her dresser. 

Drink semen every two hours? Gross! Bridget wasn't sure she could stomach the humiliation, and with Josh gone where was she couldn't to find a source for all that semen? Certainly not his brat of a son Paul, that was for sure! The little prick would enjoy that way too much for her liking.

Bridget took another couple of painkillers and tried to get some sleep.

***

"Ahh!" moaned Bridget, sitting up in bed. The pain was not going away. Dr Lane's drugs should have kicked in by now.

"Maybe it is for real," Bridget said aloud, looking over at the cursed idol again. Was she really under some old Aztec's goddess's curse? Was this a bad dream, a nightmare?

She reached into the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a small address book. Time to call, Darren, her old boyfriend. Desperate times called for desperate measures. 




The Curse



***

12.32pm

Paul was completely absorbed by his video game, blasting enemy soliders left and right, when suddenly he was interrupted by Bridget's voice.

"I guess it'll have to be you," she said, her voice sounded depressed and resigned.

"Huh?" blurted Paul in surprise, looking up from his game. The distraction caused his character to be shot and killed and he dropped the controller in annoyance.

"I've tried all my old boyfriends and they're all either away, changed numbers, married or even moved countries. I'll have to settle for you," Bridget didn't sound happy.

Paul's eyes went wide and his cock twitched inside his pants as he remembered what the old woman had said about the curse. Bridget drinking his cum? Every two hours! "Settle for me?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow. "Who says I'm even willing to help you out?"

Bridget sneered at his cheeky reply, "Oh please, you're gagging for it."

"Seems like you're the one who should be gagging," replied Paul, only pushing his luck because he knew she had no choice. "But sure, I guess I'll help you out."

"You're such a pervert," she snapped angrily. She hated this, but it seemed like her only option. The pain in her stomach and chest was worse than ever, almost unbearable. Anything, even the disgusting event that she was about to go through was better than that pain. This had better work!

Paul licked his lips, his cock was already semi-hard at the mere thought of what was to come. "So when do you want to do this?" he asked, tried to sound casual about it and hide his immense excitement. Bridget was still wearing the same pair of jeans and tight pink t-shirt, looking sexy as hell.

"Right now," she said. "Let's get this over with." Bridget decided she had to try the old woman's suggestion, if it didn't work it would be disgusting and humiliating, but the pain was getting unbearable and right now she was willing to take the risk. But every two hours? She pushed aside the worrying thought of what she would have to go through if the woman's cure did turn out to be real. Anyone other than Paul would have been better, but on such urgent notice she had no choice.

Paul stood up, suddenly a little nervous himself at the thought of actually going through with this. "So, um... how are we going to do this?"

Bridget looked around the room uncertainly, then sat down on a nearby chair. She looked distastefully at Paul's crotch. "I guess you, um, stroke it," she grimaced, looking rather sick at the thought, "and then, ah... I'll open my mouth." Bridget swallowed, describing the act seemed to make things even worse and she briefly wondered if she could even go through with it. "I'll, um, open my mouth and you can come straight in it."

Paul nodded and swallowed, staring at Bridget's perfect features and full red lips.

"But no touching me!" she warned him. "And try to make this quick."

Paul was trembling and he stood in front of his late father's ultra sexy girlfriend. He unzipped the fly of his pants and reached inside, pulling out his semi-erect cock. He could hardly believe what was happened. This absolutely gorgeous woman who hated his guts, but who he had lusted after for years was sitting right in front of him as he whipped out his cock and was about to jerk it right in front of her face.

"Oh, this is so gross!" complained Bridget, rolled her eyes as Paul pulled his cock out right in front of her. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this.

Paul stared down at the beautiful blonde in front of him as she took his dick in his hand and began to stroke it in front of her face. The whole situation was such an incredible turn on that within a few strokes he was as hard as a rock. He glanced down at Bridget's full tits, swelling out against the front of her t-shirt. He felt like a porn star, standing in front of the lovely, buxom blonde with his jerking cock aimed at her face, this was like a dream come true.

Bridget also felt like she was dreaming, but her dream was more like a nightmare. Paul's trembling cock was already hard as he ran his fist over it's length. She saw a glisten as a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip, at least it looked like the whole thing would be over quickly, she would have hated for things to drag on for more than a few minutes.

"Better open up!" warned Paul, his fist now a blur over his hard cock. He was briefly tempted to try and just cum over her face, but realised that if there was any hope for this to happen a second time he would be best to stick to the plan and unload in her mouth.

Bridget opened her mouth wide, leaning back slightly and sticking out her tongue, ready to receive his load. The feeling of giving Bridget her medicine was incredible and the sight of the gorgeous older woman, her mouth wide open and waiting for his cum was too much for Paul. His cock lurched as he wrung it in his fist, ropes of thick, sticky semen bursting from the tip.

Bridget's eyes went wide as the first blast of his cum hit her tongue and the top of her mouth. She fought the urge to pull away and kept her mouth held wide open as a second and then third blast splashed across her tongue.

Paul moaned, his knee's going weak as he unloaded into Bridget's beautiful mouth, he couldn't believe she was actually drinking down his cum.

"Oh God!" he groaned, squeezing his cock. Before his very eyes Bridget closed her mouth and visibly swallowed. She was actually drinking down his sperm! 

The busty blonde licked her lips, slurping up a couple of errant drops of cum as Paul squeezed out the last few drips of his heavy, sticky load. He felt completely spent, his balls empty. That had been the single-most sexual moment of his nineteen years of life.

Bridget grimaced and swallowed again, unable to believe what she had just done. She gagged, almost throwing up at the thought of Paul's load sliding down her throat and into her stomach.

"You can lick me clean if you want," Paul said with a grin, shaking his cock in her face.

"Oh fuck off, you pervert," snapped Bridget angrily, her face filled with disgust as she pushed Paul back away from her. It was then that she realised the pain had gone. The old woman was right! Drinking the semen seemed to have stopped the pain, stopped the curse. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed happily. "It worked! It actually worked!"

Paul looked surprised, standing there, his now shrunken cock still dangling from the front of his open pants. "It worked?"

"Yes! The pain is gone!" Bridget smiled in joy, looking happier than he had ever seen her.

"Wow," breathed Paul, finally putting his dick back into his pants. "So the curse is real." He was overjoyed as well, that meant he would get to do this again in two hours. As spent as he was, he could hardly wait.

Bridget wiped her mouth, a shiver of revulsion going down her spine as she remembered the sight of Paul's penis. She could still taste his cum in her mouth. "Hopefully it doesn't come back," she commented sharply, standing up and hurrying off to the kitchen to try and find something to get rid of the taste.

"You're welcome," muttered Paul as she disappeared.

***

2.46pm. 2 hours and 14 minutes since last dose.

Amazingly it had been exactly two hours after swallowing Paul's load that the pains returned. Bridget tried to hold off and see if they would disappear, but they felt even worse than last time, stabbing through her stomach and chest like knives.

Bridget rushed out of her bedroom and crashed straight into Paul, who was coming the other way down the hallway, almost knocking him over. 

Paul gasped in surprise, noting the feel of Bridget's heavy breasts crushing against him as they clashed.

"I need it now!" gasped Bridget, holding her stomach and wishing she hadn't waited so long after the two hour time limit.

"What?" Paul decided to tease her a little, playing dumb.

"I need another dose," she said impatiently.

Paul grinned widely, silently thanking whatever luck had brought this situation about. "Kneel down then," he told her, unzipping his fly.

Bridget immediately obeyed, kneeling down in the middle of the hallway as Paul stood above her, pulling out his cock once again.

Paul immediately started to stroke it, it felt very sexy and powerful to stand above the gorgeous older woman as she knelt submissively at his feet. He was incredibly turned on again, but felt that since he had cum so recently he should be able to last a little longer this time and savour the moment more thoroughly.

Bridget knelt with her hands on her knees, looking upwards at the head of Paul's cock as he stroked it in his fist, right in front of her face. She had her mouth wide open in front of his cock, and unlike the last time, she was now eager for his load. No matter how bad it tasted and how embarrassing it was, she could bare the pain no longer.

Paul rubbed himself rapidly, staring down at Bridget's lovely full lips, imagining what they were about to look like, once again splattered with his cum. He gazed at her big tits, pushing the front of her t-shirt out like an ample shelf beneath her chin. He had a sudden urge to pushed the tip of his cock into Bridget's mouth, but knew that would ruin his chances. As much as he would love to see his cock between those beautiful lips, he had to control himself and take whatever little pleasures he could get. 

"Oh, this is so wrong," whispered Bridget, watching Paul's hand rapidly pumping his penis, masturbating for all he was worth. She wondered what sick thoughts were going through his head.

"But you need it don't you," replied Paul, biting his lower lip.

"Yes I need it," she replied reluctantly. It seemed to be taking an eternity, much longer than last time. No wonder really, as he'd unloaded in her mouth just over two hours ago. He seemed just as turned on though, his cock was rock hard in front of her face. He had his balls out of his pants this time as well, they were tight, ready to unload.

"Oh yeah!" breathed Paul. "Get ready," he pushed his hips forward slightly as though he were about to unload, the tip of his cock ever so slightly brushing against Bridget's lower lip.

The busty blonde didn't seem to notice the touch however, more concerned by the fact he didn't orgasm, pulling back slightly and resuming his stroking.

"Come on," she urged him, "cum in my mouth baby."

"Here it comes!" Paul said, again leaning forward, his cock bumping against her chin as if it were about to spurt, but nothing came.

Bridget was a little frustrated by now. The pains were getting worse as she needed his sperm. She remembered the way the nerdy young teen seemed to be obsessed with her tits, almost always looking at her in the chest rather than the face when he spoke to her. 

She ran her hands up the sides of her ribs, cupping her own big tits through her bra and t-shirt and squeezing them seductively. She then leant forward and yanked downwards on the neckline of her t-shirt, exposing an expanse of creamy cleavage to Paul's suddenly bulging eyes.

"Oh shit!" Paul grunted uncontrollably as his cock exploded. Bridget leant forward, further exposing her magnificent cleavage as she held her open mouth in front of the tip of Paul's spurting cock. Sticky ropes of cum spurted from his cock, straight into Bridget's waiting mouth.

The climaxing nineteen year old groaned in pleasure as he unloaded into her mouth, once again brushing her full lips with the tip of his cock as he squeezed the last few drops of his load onto her hungry tongue.

Bridget closed her mouth, swallowing down his cum as she sat back on her heels. "Oh that's good," she breathed, letting his sticky seed slide down her throat, the intense pain in her torso immediately fading.

"I need to duck into work for about an hour," Bridget told Paul as she stood up, watching him stuffing his cock back into his pants.

"Okay, whatever," Paul replied.

"You'll still be home when I get back?" she asked, somewhat anxiously.

Paul grinned. "Don't worry baby," he assured her, "I'll be here to give you your medicine."

Bridget rolled her eyes. "You're such a pervert."

Paul ignored her insult. "Just don't be late."

Bridget nodded and headed back into her bedroom to get changed for work. He was right of course, she didn't the pains to return while she was at work. As much as she hated using Paul as source of cum, at least with him it could remain a secret, there was no one at work she could rely on.

***

5.15pm. Late again.

The car almost skidded to a halt in the driveway as Bridget slammed on the breaks and leapt out. The small jobs she'd had to fix up at work had taken longer than expected, and traffic had been much heavier. She was once again desperate for Paul's seed, as much as it irked her to rely on him for something so disgusting.

She rushed up the stairs to the front door, her high heeled shoes clicking on the concrete steps. She had got changed for work and now wore a crisp white blouse that was stretched across her ample bosom and tucked in at her narrow waist into a short black business skirt. The skirt clung to her curvy hips and perfect thighs, coming to about mid-thigh to display a good portion of her long, perfectly tanned legs. It was slit at the back, displaying a peek of her firm upper thighs with each step she took.

Driving in bumper to bumper traffic across town as the pain had kicked back in had been absolute agony and she was relieved to finally be home to Paul. Hopefully this time he would be quick as well.

"Where are you?" she yelled out as soon as she burst through the door.

"In the lounge!" he called out in reply.

She hurried into the lounge to find him there sitting on the couch watching music videos on the TV. She was a little disgusted to see that he was sitting there in his boxer shorts, his penis drooping out through the fly, obviously ready and waiting for her. "I see you were expecting me," she remarked dryly.

"What, no 'honey, I'm home'?" he replied sarcastically. Paul couldn't help but admire how sexy Bridget looked in her business attire. 

"I need another dose," Bridget said, glancing around the lounge.

Paul grabbed hold of his dick, remembering how sexy Bridget had been kneeling in front of him in the hallway. "Kneel down there," he said, pointing to the floor in front of the couch with one hand and starting to stroke his cock with the other.

Bridget immediately complied without a second thought, kneeling down in front of where Paul sat, stroking his penis. Her skirt rode up her thighs a little, displaying plenty of leg to help her nineteen year old 'sperm donor' get in the mood. It seemed to work as quickly stiffened.

The pain in her torso felt worse than ever, it had been over two and a half hours since Bridget had last been fed her medicine.

"Can you hurry this up?" Bridget asked, eyeing Paul's hard cock as he stroked it rapidly in his right fist.

"Hey!" he complained, "it's only been a couple hours since the last time, so I've gotta get in the mood."

Bridget sighed in frustration, desperate for his cum. She reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, yanking it open and thrusting her chest out at him, displaying plenty of cleavage. Paul could see the tops of her white and pink patterned bra, that pushed her big tits even higher. "Does this help?" she asked, using her forearms to press her breasts together and give Paul even more cleavage to feast his eyes upon.

"That's nice baby, show me those tits," Paul moaned, staring intently at her awesome hooters swelling up above the open neckline of her blouse.

After about thirty seconds with no sign of an impending orgasm, Bridget decided to push things even further. She reached up and unfastened the rest of the buttons of her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders. Bridget's huge, round tits jiggled into view, encased in a white and pink patterned satin bra. 

Paul froze in place, still holding his dick as he stared at her magnificent tits. The bra held the ample orbs in place, but plenty of flesh bulged up above the piece of skimpy lingerie, forming a lovely deep cleavage. Bridget's stomach was perfectly flat and toned, slightly concaved, even in her kneeling position.

"Oh God you're beautiful," he breathed in awe.

"Don't stop!" Bridget urged him impatiently.

Paul gurgled something incomprehensible in reply and resumed masturbating, his eyes glued to her bra-clad boobs. Bridget shook her chest and shoulders, causing her tits to jiggle enticingly in her bra, she then reached up and squeezed her own boobs through her bra, squeezing her nipples and doing her best to turn Paul on, but still he didn't cum.

"Damn it Paul! I really need your cum!" she begged him.

"I need to get more turned on," he told her. "Can I touch them?"

"My tits?" she asked in reply.

"Yeah."

Bridget hesitated for only a few seconds. "Okay fine, but hurry up."

A huge grin spread over Paul's face. He immediately let go of his cock and reached out with both hands, grabbing at Bridget's tits through her bra.

"Oh wow!" he gave a long moan of pleasure as his hands closed over Bridget's lovely big jugs. They felt immense, more than filling his hands, the satin of her bra incredible smooth against his palms. Paul's eager hands stroked over the considerable expanse of Bridget's tits, gently exploring their surface. He ran his fingers over the tops of her breasts, where they swelled up above her bra. His fingertips explored the bare skin of her upper breasts and traced the deep line of her cleavage. He stroked around the side of her bra-clad tits and then cupped the underneath, lifting the heavy melons up in his hands.

Paul gave another moan as he gave her tits a proper squeeze, watching his fingertips sinking in to the satin surface of her bra. "You've got such nice, big tits," he told her, massaging and groping eagerly, his hands moving all over her chest.

Bridget shook her head and sighed again, the expression on her face very unimpressed at the groping she was enduring. "Don't forget to play with yourself," she reminded him, nodding towards his erection.

Paul grunted in reply, giving her tits another hard squeeze with both hands, that caused Bridget to wince in pain. He then returned his right hand to his dick and started to stroke himself, his left hand remaining attached to her tits.

"I bet the doc had fun with these babies," breathed Paul, swapping hands so he could play with her tits with his right hand and stroke himself with his left.

"You're such a prick," murmured Bridget in reply, although she had a feeling that the doctor had enjoyed himself a little more than was professional.

Soon both of Paul's hands had returned to Bridget's breasts, his dick unattended as he squeezed her hooters through her bra. He then pinched at her nipples through her bra and gave Bridget's tits a jiggle, watching them quiver in her bra.

"Your dick," Bridget reminded him again.

Paul's hands remained stuck to her chest. "These fun bags of yours are way too nice," he told her. "I don't have enough hands. Can you do the honours?" he nodded down towards his crotch.

"What?" Bridget stiffened as she realised what he wanted of her.

"Come on baby," Paul urged, fondling her big tits with both hands as he spoke. "If you want me to cum quick you need to stoke it while I play with your tits."

Bridget glared at him. "You want me to touch that thing?"

"Come on, it's no big deal," he told her. "After all you've let me cum in your mouth twice, what's the problem with a little handjob?"

"I guess it'll speed things up," Bridget relented. She tentatively reached out with her right hand and took hold of Paul's rock hard erection. 

He moaned as her cool, soft hand closed around his length. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," he breathed, continuing to stroke her tits through her bra, his hands once again exploring the uncovered upper portions of her breasts.




The Curse



Bridget looked away from him as she started to stroke his cock, her soft hand forming a fist and starting to rapidly pump up and down on him.

"That's it," he moaned, hardly able to believe that Bridget was actually touching his penis. He closed his eyes, massaging her breasts as she rubbed his dick for him, this was almost too good to be true. There was a glaze of pre-cum coating Paul's hard erection, allowing Bridget's hand to glide rapidly up and down his shaft, sending pleasure through him.

Bridget's other hand reached out and gently cupped his balls in her palm as she jerked him off faster and faster.

"Oh yes!" groaned Paul, his hands slipping down inside the cups of her satin bra. Bridget didn't stop her stroking as Paul reached into her bra, his hands cupping her naked tits and squeezing eagerly. He moaned, feeling her bare nipples against his palms as he mauled at the soft melons that filled his hands.

"Oh fuck, here it comes!" he cried out, squeezing down hard on her tits. 

Bridget leant forward, her hand a blur on Paul's cock as she lined her mouth up with the head of his dick. The teenager gave a cry of pleasure as exploded, white sticky cum bursting from his cock and spurting directly into Bridget's waiting mouth. The thick load splashed over her tongue, filling her mouth as he finally released his grip on her big tits. 

Paul fell back into his seat, breathing heavily as Bridget released his cock and swallowed his thick load semen, the pain inside her immediately abating. 

"Oh yeah," he moaned softly. "That was fucking brilliant."

*** 7.14pm. One minute till feeding time.

Bridget was determined not to be late for her next dose of cum, knocking on Paul's door at exactly one minute prior to the two hour time limit. The pains were beginning to arrive, but thankfully they were very mild at this point.

"Come on in," Paul called her inside where he was sitting on the bed reading a comic book. As she entered he stood up and took off his pants and underwear, sitting back down with just his t-shirt left on.

Bridget had got changed back out of her work clothes and was once again wearing her pink t-shirt and jeans. This time however she had taken off her bra just before coming to see Paul, hoping the sight of her hard nipples poking against the material of the shirt would help get him in the mood.

"You can do the honours," announced Paul as she sat down beside him. He leant back on the bed, spreading his legs a little to allow full access to his genitals. His soft cock dangled uninvitingly between his bare thighs.

Bridget wrinkled her nose but didn't bother to argue. After last time it was inevitable that she would have to help him out anyway. The buxom blonde leant over and reached into his lap, immediately starting to stroke his cock in her soft hand.

Paul quick stiffened, turned on by this new power he had over his father's lovely girlfriend. He never dreamt that any woman would be willingly giving him regular relief, let alone the gorgeous creature who's hand was currently wrapped around his dick.

He sat up and reached for her tits, squeezing one of the large jugs through her t-shirt and moaning when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra. "These feel so good," he murmured, using his hand to roll her boob around through her shirt. Her nipples were hard and as he squeezed her tits he could clearly feel them through the thin layer of clothing she wore.

"Take off your t-shirt," he said, more telling her than asking.

Bridget let go of his cock and pulled off her t-shirt, her heavy naked breasts swinging free.

"Oh. My. God!" moaned Paul in awe as he got his first look at her bare breasts. They were massive, seemingly bigger in the flesh, than when he had stared at them in her bra or with her clothes one. They were incredibly firm and high-placed with almost no sag despite their size. A magnificent sight to behold as they proudly thrust out from her chest, topped by dark, hard nipples. The thought that they were his to explore and play with at his leisure was almost too much for him to comprehend.

Bridget's hand returned wordlessly to his dick, resuming her stroking in a resigned manner. She hadn't said anything since entering his room, eager to get the whole thing over and done with as quickly as possible.

Both of Paul's hands hurried went to Bridget's bare breasts, squeezing and groping eagerly. His fingers sunk into the soft mounds of flesh as he groped her roughly, mauling the oversized melons with no care that she was attached to them.

Bridget felt his hard cock tremor in her palm and she increased the speed of her rubbing, her other hand toying teasingly with his balls as she gave him the handjob of his life.

Paul pinched her nipples, using the hard buds to lift her breasts up off her chest and then shaking them, watching the flesh quiver and shake delightfully. He slapped the side of one boob, bouncing it against the other one, before once again sinking all his fingers into her tits and squeezing roughly.

"Ow!" cried out Bridget, speaking for the first time. "Jesus Christ Paul, I'm attached to these things, take it easy!"

Paul relaxed his grip. "Oh, sorry. I'll be more gentle," he replied sheepishly.

Bridget glared at him, wishing she could walk out, but the growing pain in her stomach telling her otherwise.

As he resumed a more gentle fondling of her tits she started stroking him again.

About five minutes later Paul was ready. He pushed Bridget backwards on the bed, the topless blonde falling onto her back as Paul clutched his cock in his hand and climbed up onto the bed, kneeling over her bare chest and lining his dick up with her face. 

"Open up!" he blurted, his hand rapidly stroking his cock.

Taken by surprise, Bridget had little choice but to open her mouth. 

It was just in time too. Paul gave a cry of pleasure as his cock exploded, shooting semen in the open mouth of the prone blonde as he knelt over her face.

"Oh yeah, that was good," Paul moaned as he unloaded into her mouth and watched her swallow it down. He squeezed one last drop from the tip of his cock, pointing it downwards and gently touching the head of his cock against Bridget's lips. The blonde froze in surprise as he wiped the last drop of cum against her closed, full lips.

Paul grinned and rolled off her as Bridget licked up the last drop.

***

9.07pm.

Straight after dinner Paul decided that it was close enough to the two hour mark so he had Bridget give him a handjob at the table. While she jerked him off he lifted up her t-shirt and played with her big tits.

If it hadn't been for the need for her to dose up directly from the source he would have loved to cum on her dinner and have her eat from that. But sticking to the rules, at the last moment Bridget dropped to her knees and drunk down his load of semen.

***

11.05pm. A new regime.

As much as Paul was loving the handjobs and access to Bridget's voluptuous body he was finding it harder and harder to cum. His dick was sore, chaffed from the friction of all that jerking off and handjobs. On top of that it was getting late and he was tired and cranky and finding it tough to get into the mood.

So far the relationship seemed to be all one way, Bridget needed him more than he needed her. If things were going to continue he would have to get a little more out of it. It would have to be on his terms.

"We need to talk," said Paul, walking into the lounge where Bridget was watching television.

"Oh, medicine time," said Bridget wearily. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt.

"Wait!" snapped Paul. "Things need to change."

"What do you mean change?" asked Bridget, not looking too happy. "You know that I don't have a choice in this. I hate it as much as you do."

"Well I wouldn't say I hate it," murmured Paul, his gaze roving over Bridget's lovely figure. "But I'm changing the rules."

"What rules?" Bridget demanded with a frown, she was suddenly consciously aware of the dull ache in her belly.

"Well for one, my cock is sore from all this handling," said Paul.

"You know I have to have your cum every two hours," Bridget said helplessly. "What do you want?"

"From now on you'll have to have a more direct application of your medicine," he told her, studying her face to gauge her reaction.

"What do you mean?"

"If you want my manseed," he told her, using the same term the old Mexican woman had used to explain the curse, "you'll have to suck it out."

"Suck? You mean you expect me to blow you?" Bridget looked horrified. It bad enough to give him a handjob and let the horny teen touch her, but now he expected her to suck his cock?

"That's right baby," Paul replied with a smug grin. The horrified expression on her face was priceless. "I'm going to start enjoying this."

Bridget scowled at him, knowing she didn't really have a choice. "You've been enjoying all of this you prick."

"Now, now," Paul warned her. "You need to be nice to me, look at the time."

Bridget's heart sank. 11.07. Two hours had passed.

"Or we could fuck?" Paul offered, grinning wolfishly.

Bridget glared at him. "Not in a million years you bastard."

"Fine," Paul shrugged. "We're settled on a blowjob then." He unzipped his pants and sat down on the couch right next to Bridget, wiggling his cock suggestively at her with one hand.

Bridget rolled her eyes at the display. "I guess I don't really have a choice in this then," she said, resigned to her fate.

"Cheer up," Paul patted her knee. "I bet you've sucked a lot of these in your time."

Bridget gave him an angry stare, "Just shut up. I'll suck your cock, but don't expect me to enjoy it." She didn't give him a chance to reply, immediately leaning over his lap, taking hold of his soft, limp cock in one hand and bringing it to her lips.

"Oh fuck yeah!" groaned Paul in pleasure as he felt her mouth suddenly envelope his penis. He was still soft and she easily took the entire length of him inside her mouth. It felt warm and wet and soft, much nicer than another handjob, he gave a groan as his cock twitched and the blood immediately started flowing towards his flaccid organ.

Bridget drew her lips back up the shaft of his thickening penis, her tongue twirling around as Paul grew inside her mouth. She then dived back down, once again taking his whole cock into her mouth, her lips tight around the very base of his shaft. She bobbed her head a few more times, her mouth wet with saliva, and Paul's cock very quickly grew to full erection.

Paul leant back on the couch, luxuriating in the sensations her incredible blowjob were sending through him.

Bridget got up off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of where Paul sat, holding his now stiff penis in both hands. She teasingly slapped the head of his cock against her tongue a couple of times and then twirled her tongue around the tip, causing Paul to writhe in his seat.

Bridget then ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and lapped at his testicles. For someone who had seemed so reluctantly to part her lips, she was doing a very enthusiastic job.

Paul stared down at the kneeling woman, entranced by her beauty, he could hardly believe he was actually getting a blowjob from her!

Bridget's mouth moved back up to the tip of his cock, her lips forming a sexy oval as she once again sucked him into her mouth. Paul gave a moan of pleasure as she moved her lips down him, his cock sliding across her talented tongue as she sucked heavily on his cock. 

She looked so sexy with her lips stretched around his shaft that Paul almost came, but he did his best to hold on, wanting to enjoy the blowjob as much as possible.

Bridget started to bob her head over his lap, now sucking him in earnest, taking a good three quarters of his length with every suck. Her lips moved rapidly up and down her shaft, almost as if she was jerking him off with her mouth, fucking him with her face.

"That's so good!" he breathed, reaching down and gently stroking her cheeks with both hands as she sucked him. He then reached lower, beneath her bobbing head to cup her full tits through her t-shirt.

Paul gave a groan as he squeezed her tits and she sucked his cock. This was his fantasy come true.

He rolled her big tits around in his hands and then leant back in the couch, letting his cock slide deliciously in and out of Bridget's pumping mouth.

"Suck that cock baby," he breathed, watching his length disappearing and then reappearing between her full red lips. He was hard as a rock, jamming against her throat whenever she took him deep, his cock ready to explode at any moment. "Faster," Paul urged her, gripping the couch in excitement.

Bridget seemed to obey, her head bobbing rapidly over his lap, Paul arched his hips up off the couch, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth as she slid her lips down him.

"Oh fuck!" he gave a sudden loud groan and his cock lurched in Bridget's mouth. Bridget kept her lips wrapped tightly around Paul's cock as he exploded, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed.

Paul cried out in orgasm, thrusting against Bridget's face with his hips and shooting heavily into her mouth. In an effort to get as big a dose as possible, Bridget sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.

"Very nice," breathed Paul once he was finally spent. Bridget slid her lips off his cock with a popping noise, his cock glistening with saliva. "I could definitely get used to this."

***

12.51am.

Paul slipped into Bridget's bedroom about fifteen minutes early, finding the light off and Bridget fast asleep in bed. He was completely naked, and very eager to further explore the depths of her skilful mouth.

Paul moved quietly around to the side of the bed, standing next to her bedside-table at the head of her bed, his already hard penis jutting out directly towards her sleeping form. He licked his lips and stepped closer, one knee coming up onto her pillow as he leant in towards her. 

For a moment he admired her sleeping face, she was turned towards him and her beautiful features looked so peaceful, no sign of the usual bitchy expression she seemed to constantly wear in his presence. Paul held his erection in one hand at the base of his cock and aimed it towards her face. Using the tip of his erect penis he stroked her cheek, running his cock up her face and across her temple and then forehead. He traced the line of her nose and then softly brushed the head of his cock over her closed lips, remembering the way they felt wrapped around his dick as she blew him.

Unable to wait any longer, Paul slapped Bridget's cheek with his cock, "Wakey, wakey," he taunted her, "time for sucky, sucky."

Bridget woke with a start, jumping in fright at her abrupt, rude awakening.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room," she blurted in disorientation, her eyes widening as she saw his crotch and hard cock right up in her face.

"Time for your medicine," Paul eagerly told her, using his cock to slap her cheek at second time.

Bridget's jaw clenched in anger, she wanted so much to refuse him. She remained silent for a full ten seconds, trying to swallow her anger. Less than a day ago she never would have dreamt of being in such a predicament.

"Fine, let's get it over with then," she said at last.

"With pleasure," Paul grinned, resisting the urge to gloat. He lined his cock up with Bridget's mouth and pushed forwards with his hips, shoving his cock between her lips and into her warm mouth.

One hand reached down to hold the back of Bridget's head as he crouched over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. Paul moaned as he drew out slightly and then pushed forward, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth. The last time she had given him a fantastic blowjob, this time he intended to fuck that bitchy mouth of hers.

"That's it baby," he moaned, keeping her head in place with one hand on the back of her head, his other hand reached down under the bedcovers and grabbed at her tits through the t-shirt she was wearing to bed.

Her massive jugs felt wonderful as always, while he slowly increased the pace of his cock sliding back and forth between Bridget's soft lips, he squeezed and kneaded the firm melons.

Paul tightened his grip on the back of Bridget's head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth for forcefully. Unfortunately the awkward angle and the edge of bed were making things difficult so he released her, his cock popping out of her warm mouth.

"What are you doing?" asked Bridget, her tone sounding slightly alarmed.

Paul chuckled. "Relax baby, you won't miss out on your manseed," he teased, remembering the old woman's description from the antiques store.

Bridget scowled at him but didn't say anything more.

Paul pushed down the bedcovers to Bridget's waist and yanked the bottom of her t-shirt up over her large tits, exposing them. The lovely blonde gasped in surprise at the teenager's forcefulness. 

The horny teenager reached down and grabbed a plump tit in each hand, squeezing the firm mounds forcefully and causing Bridget to gasp a second time. He then moved onto the bed, straddling her torso, his hard cock flopping down into her cleavage.

Paul grinned as he took hold of Bridget's huge tits, pressing up together around the shaft of his cock.

"What the hell are you doing Paul?" snapped Bridget. At first she'd been half awake and compliant, but now she intended to regain control over a situation that was quickly getting out of hand.

"I'm just going to fuck these puppies for a bit," explained Paul.

"Like hell you are," said Bridget. "The deal is that I suck you off, nothing else. Now get that cock into my mouth and let me taste your cum."

Paul's eyes went slightly wide, as much as he liked the idea of fucking her tits, her dirty talk was far too appealing. Paul sat up on his knees and leant forward, aiming the head of his cock towards Bridget's lips.

Bridget's tongue came out and gave the head of his cock a tentative lick.

"Suck it!" ordered Paul, leaning further forward and forcefully pushing his prick into Bridget's mouth. He kept going until the head of his hard shaft was in her throat and her face was pressed up against his abdomen. 

With a groan Paul immediately began to thrust, slamming his cock into Bridget's mouth like a piston. 

It didn't take long. Paul's jackhammering into his blonde stepmother's mouth abruptly slowed and he gave a loud grunt of pleasure. The first blast hit the back of Bridget's throat and she nearly choked in surprise.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Paul pulling out, the next blast hit her in the face and splattering over her nose and right eye.

Bridget gave an alarmed cry and quickly recaptured the tip of Paul's spurting penis, sucking out the remaining drops of cum as if she was in the desert dying of thirst.

Paul let her suck him clean, all the while grinning down at her, watching her expression of alarm. 

When she was finally sure there was no more cum she spat out his cock and shoved him off her chest. "You're a fucking asshole!" 

Paul laughed as he got up off the bed. "See you in a couple hours."

***

3.25am.

Bridget awoke with a painful cramp clutching at her gut. She glanced blearily over at the clock beside her bed and saw that she was late for her next dose of semen.

"What did I do to deserve this?" she muttered as she climbed out of bed, doing her best to ignore the pain in her chest. 

The gorgeous blonde was wearing only a g-string and a t-shirt as she headed down the dark hallway towards her stepson's bedroom. She hesitated outside the door.

"Fuck this!" she swore quietly. She was sick of going begging to that asshole. The world had gone mad! Begging to give him a blowjob!? He should be begging her. Actually, scratch that, there should be no cocksucking at all, this was just one giant clusterfuck!




The Curse



Bridget make a face and spun around, heading for the kitchen. She still had a horrible taste in her mouth, no prizes for guessing what it was. She'd lost count of how much of Paul's cum was in belly.

***

3.28am.

The light was on in the kitchen so Paul headed that way. 

He was immediately presented with the delightful vision of his gorgeous stepmother bent over in front of the open fridge. She was wearing a t-shirt and skimpiest g-string he laid eyes on. 

Bent at the waist her taut, toned buttocks were thrust out directly towards him. They were framed by a barely-there g-string, the lush round mounds of Bridget's perfect buttocks left bare.

Grinning, Paul stepped up behind her and immediately grabbed her ass, squeezing the delightfully firm globes of her bum.

Bridget squealed in shock and straightened up as Paul's hands slipped around her waist, holding her tight against him.

"Hey sweet cheeks," Paul greeted, grinding his pyjama clad crotch against Bridget's ass, his hands holding her in place by her shapely hips.

"Fuck you gave me a fright!" gasped Bridget, her heart hammering. She then noticed that Paul apparently had his penis sticking out of his fly as she felt him grind it against the bare cheeks of her ass.

"Sorry I'm late," replied Paul. His hands slipped up from Bridget's hips, sliding up under the front of her t-shirt and closing over the heavy swells of her bare breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

As Paul started to knead Bridget's bare tits, tweaking her nipples and mauling the ample sphere's, he continued to grind his cock against her g-string clad posterior, almost dry humping her as he began to stiff and thicken.

"I need that in my mouth, not my ass," said Bridget. She obviously relented to the idea that blowjobs were inevitable if she was going to continue to fight her curse.

Paul roughly squeezed her right boob as his other hand slid down across her flat stomach and rubbed across the front of her g-string, stroking her panty-clad mound. Bridget gasped and pushed his hand away.

"Fine," agreed Paul. "Hop up on the counter then."

Bridget managed to extract herself from Paul's groping hands, losing her t-shirt in the process and then climbed up on the kitchen counter at Paul's request. He instructed the topless blonde to lie back and lean her head over the edge of the counter as he stripped out of his pyjama bottoms and moved around to stand by her face, his erection jutting out towards her.

Despite her extreme dislike for Paul, Bridget had to admit that his ability to get an erection was impressive!

"I'm glad we've started having these chats," said Paul, grinning widely as he rubbed the tip of his cock on Bridget's face, tracing smears of pre-cum over her cheeks and forehead. Bridget leant back and tried to capture his erection in her mouth, but the nineteen year old quickly pulled teasingly away.

"Give me your cock you bastard!" snapped Bridget as Paul slapped her on the nose with his hard penis.

Paul gave a small snigger as he relented and fed the tip of his penis into Bridget's waiting mouth. The gorgeous blonde immediately began to suck hungrily on his erection, slurping noisily.

"You do give really good head," admitted Paul as he reached down to casually play with Bridget's big tits. The large melons thrust up from her chest like two mountains as she arched back, leaning over the edge of the counter to suck on her stepson's cock. 

Paul roughly pinched her hard nipples, then gave the ample jugs a firm squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the fleshy mounds. He gave her tits a shake, watching them quiver and shake on her chest. He'd dreamt of these hooters ever since he'd first met Bridget, and to finally have them as toys was wonderful.

While he was amusing himself with Bridget's fun-bags, she was doing a fantastic job sucking on his cock. Her head was bobbing back and forth and in her upside down position her darting tongue felt great along the top of his hard shaft.

Gripping tightly onto the upthrust mounds of Bridget's massive boobs, Paul began to thrust his cock into the blonde's heavily sucking mouth. The angle of her neck meant that her throat was open and he was able to shove himself right into her mouth, his cock bottoming out and his balls resting on her nose.

"Ah! Fuck that's good!" gasped Paul as he jammed himself in and out of Bridget's open mouth several times.

He then pulled out and took hold of his cock in one hand. "Lick my balls," he instructed her as he moved forward, straddling her face and dangling his heavy testicles over her mouth.

Bridget gave a slightly disgruntled moan, but nevertheless she obligingly swiped her tongue over his hairy scrotum. Her tongue gently toyed with each of his testicles and then she sucked one into her mouth.

"Ooo, that's it, suck those balls!" groaned Paul as she moved over to his other testicle.

Paul let her work his balls over for a few more minutes and then guided his cock back into her willing mouth. As Bridget resumed her cocksucking, Paul leant forward and licked her nipples, sucking the hard buds into his mouth causing Bridget to moan around his cock.

Paul pressed Bridget's big tits together and swiped his tongue down the length of her cleavage, God he loved her boobs!

"Mmmf!" Bridget gave a muffled protest as Paul reached down and slipped his hand down inside the front of her g-string, running his fingers through her pubic hair and rubbing across the slit of her pussy. The blonde tried to spit his cock out of her mouth, but Paul pushed forward with his hips, keeping himself firmly inserted deep in her throat.

Bridget moaned and twisted her head, trying to escape, as Paul slipped a finger up inside her cunt.

"Ah! What the fuck!" cried Bridget as she finally wrenched her mouth away from Paul's cock. She twisted herself up and shoved Paul's hand out of her panties. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped angrily.

"Get the panties off," ordered Paul. "We're gonna fuck now if you want another load."

"Like hell we are!" replied Bridget furiously. "I need to swallow your cum."

"I'll pull out and shoot in your mouth, I promise."

"I don't care!" said Bridget, her voice still raised. "You're not putting that thing in my cunt!"

Paul scoffed. "Oh come on! It's spent most of the night in your mouth. It's not like you don't want or enjoy it."

"I'm not enjoying this!" yelled Bridget. "I've got no choice," she muttered.

Paul smirked. "Really? You're pussy sure felt wet to me."

"Fuck you!" 

"That's kind of the idea here..." replied Paul.

"Just let me blow you again," pleaded Bridget, her voice had quietened back to normal volumes.

"I want some pussy," insisted Paul. "I think I've earned it, you've practically milked me dry." His raging hard-on and swollen balls seemed to suggest otherwise however.

"I'll let you fuck my tits if you want," suggested Bridget. "Come on, this is getting weird."

"Getting weird?" repeated Paul. "It's well past weird. Look, if you want another dose, you've gotta let me fuck you."

"Paul. We're not fucking," Bridget said very firmly.

Paul shrugged. "Okay fine. If it's just a blowjob on offer, then I might head off to bed, not worth staying up for only foreplay."

Bridget's jaw clenched as she stared crossly at Paul, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "No pussy."

Paul shrugged again. "Fine," he said, calling her bluff. He turned and started to leave.

"But I'll let you do me in the ass."

Paul stopped cold in his tracks and slowly turned back towards her, an impossibly wide smile spreading over his face. "Are you serious?"

"Let's just get this over and done with," snapped Bridget, hopping down off the kitchen counter. She turned around, and bent forward over the counter, pushing her spectacular, g-string clad ass out towards the stunned Paul.

Paul licked his lips and stepped eagerly up behind Bridget, laying his hands on the smooth, flawless globes of her ass. Paul had never seen such a perfectly shaped bum, let alone held it in his hands. He gave her ass a firm squeeze, fuck it was nice!

Paul reached up and yanked down Bridget's g-string, letting it slid down her long legs and drop around her ankles. He then gave her buttocks another squeeze, spreading them apart slightly to expose the rosebud of her bumhole.

His cock had sagged slightly during their argument, but now, as he massaged her full, taut posterior in his hands, it was back to full stiffness.

Bridget reached out across the kitchen counter, grabbing a bottle of vegetable oil. "Might need some lubrication," she told him, passing it over her shoulder to Paul.

Paul nodded mutely and took the bottle from her. He squirted a liberal amount over Bridget's spectacular ass, using his hands to rub it in and poking an exploratory finger up her anus.

"Ah!" Bridget gasped slightly at the invasion.

"Holy shit, I can't believe this is actually happening," murmured Paul. He leant forward, letting his hard cock rub against Bridget's oiled up ass. He ground against her, the stiffness of his erection sliding between the globes of her buttocks. Paul rocked his hips, letting his shaft nestle against her perfect ass.

"So are you gonna bugger me or what?" asked Bridget impatiently. Her gut was once again hurting and she desperately needed another dose of his spunk.

"Oh yeah."

Bridget grabbed tightly hold of the edge of the counter as Paul began to push his hard cock into her tiny back passage. The gorgeous blonde gave a slight whimper as Paul gave a harder shove and forced his whole dick up her ass.

"Jesus that's tight!" groaned Paul, pausing a moment with his cock bottomed out in Bridget's incredibly tight ass.

Paul drew out slightly and then stabbed forward with his cock again, shunting Bridget forward against the counter and causing her to moan noisily.

"Fuck that's good!" he gasped as he began to pound her against the counter top, his hips slapping against her buttocks with each hard thrust. He certainly wouldn't last all that long inside her perfect ass.

Paul moaned as he vigorous ass-fucked the gorgeous blonde, slamming hard and fast into her tight tunnel.

"Don't forget to cum in my mouth!" moaned Bridget, her breathing was fast and erratic.

"Uh huh!" grunted Paul, reaching around to squeeze one of her big tits as he bashed her ass with his cock. "Fuck, not much longer!" Paul managed to gasp. He'd barely been rogering her for a minute.

Bridget hurriedly pushed him back off her as she hastily dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor, recapturing his throbbing cock in her hot mouth and sucking furiously. If she was turned off by the taste of her own ass on his cock, she certainly didn't show any sign of it.

Paul, close to cumming, grasped her head in both hands and started to frantically fuck her face, his balls slapping her chin as he jammed himself into her throat.

"Fuck!" Paul cried out as he exploded across her tongue, shooting his thick load into her welcoming mouth.

Bridget moaned as she greedily swallowed down his seed, drinking every last drop.

Paul leant on the kitchen counter, breathing heavily as Bridget sucked his dick clean. "Well that was worth staying awake for," he commented, patting Bridget on the top of her head.

***

7.52am.

Just before 6am Paul had taken Bridget up the ass again. She'd woken him up with the look of a woman starving on her face and he'd fucked her doggy style right on the floor of his bedroom.

The old Mexican woman's antique store opened at 8, so Bridget had made sure Paul drove her down there as soon as possible.

After several minutes of Bridget pounding insistently on the shop door, it opened to reveal a middle aged man.

"Where's the old woman?" snapped Bridget demandingly. 

The man frowned. "She's not here yet, she usually comes in around 8.30 -- 9 o'clock."

"I have to see her, let me in!" ordered Bridget.

"I'm sorry, we're not open yet..." the man began to protest, but Bridget forced her way through into the store.

"Where is she?" demanded Bridget, peering around the store in annoyance. There was no sign of the old woman.

"Ma'am, as I told you, she doesn't get in for at least half an hour," the man patiently explained.

"I need to see her. It's urgent!" insisted Bridget.

The man sighed. "You can wait out back there if you want. She does her fortune telling in the room there." He pointed towards a curtain off to the rear of the store.

"Fine," snapped Bridget in irritation. She stalked angrily off towards the room, shoving aside the curtain.

"Sorry," Paul said to the man with an apologetic grin as he followed hurriedly after his sexy stepmother.

***

8.48am. Bridget was in pain again.

"Where the fuck is that old bitch!" complained Bridget as she hunched forward in her chair, cradling her stomach.

Paul actually felt a little sorry for her.

"You can give me a blowjob if you want?" he kindly offered. "I won't even make you let me fuck you up the ass."

"Gee, thanks," replied Bridget sarcastically, but before Paul could even reply she was already reaching for the front of his shorts, unzipping his fly.

The lovely blonde pulled out Paul's still flaccid penis and bent over into his lap, sucking the soft organ into her mouth. Paul gave a small blissful sigh as she began to suck on him, her warm mouth filling with saliva as her skilful tongue massaged his limp penis.

"That's nice," murmured Paul as his cock began to stiffen inside Bridget's prettily pursed mouth, the tight ring of her lips sliding smoothly up and down his growing shaft.

Bridget began to slide her mouth diligently up and down Paul's cock, flicking her tongue around the swelling head on each upstroke. 

In no time at all Paul's cock was fully erect and he placed a helpful hand on the top of her head, pushing her down into his lap so that she was completely swallowing his cock, her nose touching his pubes. Bridget gagged slightly at the sudden violation of her throat, but managed to regain her composure as resume sucking forcefully on his cock, deep throating his length effortlessly.

Paul tightly clutched Bridget's head while he forcefully throat fucked her for several minutes, his hips hunching up off his chair as he pushed her face down into his lap.

They were interrupted by the arrival of the ancient old Mexican woman stepping through the curtain and Paul released Bridget's head.

"Just one minute," said Bridget as her mouth popped up off the top of Paul's cock. "I'll be right with you."

The old woman watched in surprise as Bridget plunged her mouth back down onto Paul's cock, sucking his erection like a possessed woman. Completely unphased by her audience.

Within a couple of minutes Paul groaned and was squirming in his chair as he squirted repeatedly over Bridget's tongue and down her throat. The whole time the ancient Mexican woman merely stood watching, a slightly bemused smile on her wrinkled old face.

Bridget finished licking Paul clean and straightened up in her chair, wiping her mouth and chin with one hand as she turned towards the old woman.

"Have you discovered a way to get rid of this curse?" Bridget asked, her voice filled with hope.

"I have," said the old woman, nodding gravely, her expression stern.

"Well?" asked Bridget anxiously.

"Give me the idol," said the woman, holding out a wrinkled hand, palm facing upwards.

Bridget reached into her handbag that lay on the floor beside her chair and pulled out the small turquoise idol, placing it into the old woman's hand.

"Good, now give me fifty bucks," said the old woman.

Bridget frowned, but nevertheless she reached opened her purse and pulled out a few notes, handing them to the old woman.

"It is done," announced the woman solemnly.

"What?" remarked Bridget in surprise. "That's it?"

The woman cackled. "Yes. You are free."

Bridget's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait a minute. Are you sure you're not ripping me off here? I'm not going to be back sucking on this asshole's pencil prick again in a couple of hours?"

"Hey!" complained Paul.

"The curse is now mine," said the old woman. "But as I'm too old to be of interest to Xochiquetzal it will not effect me."

Bridget frowned as she worked that through in her head. "So because you've gone through menopause you're immune."

The woman nodded and smiled, showing several missing teeth. "That's right."

"Okay, good," Bridget nodded doubtfully as she stood up then. "I'm going then, but if it comes back, I'll be back."

"Of course."

Bridget shot the woman one last look of suspicion and then turned on her heels and marched out of the shop.

Paul hesitated a moment. "Um, excuse me a moment?" he said, addressing the old woman.

The woman turned to him, "yes?"

"I don't supposed there's any chance I could borrow that idol?" he asked, thoughtfully watching the disappearing ass of his hot stepmother as she walked out the shop door.

THE END



The Curse



The Curse

Note: A story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to epidemic of STDs. 

*

I stopped by a local men's clothing store to get a new outfit for an upcoming annual charity event in town. The shop was known for its quality men's apparel and its ability to personally fit the customer. I always needed my slacks and jackets fitted because I seemed to be in between full sizes. 

When I walked in I was greeted by a tall, attractive, mature woman who smiled and greeted me with a cheery, "Good afternoon, I'm Judy. How may I help you today?" 

I had seen her several times before but I was usually assisted by other sales people, mostly men. She was a very attractive, married woman maybe in her mid forties, always impeccably dressed. Her short black hair was lightly sprinkled with gray; she was about 5' 7" with 125 pounds molded into a very shapely figure.

Judy asked what the occasion was and after I told her about the charity event I would be attending, she immediately said, "Oh, I will be attending that also. You will want something dress casual." 

She gently lifted my arms and wrapped her arms around me with a measuring tape in her hands. She adjusted it to the right place and in doing so her breasts brushed lightly against my chest. I immediately wondered if her nipples had hardened when she brushed against me; were her nipples large brown or small pink ones? I had to force the thoughts out of my mind before I got a raging hard-on.

She announced, "I think a 38 regular should be close with a few adjustments." 

I agreed then let her take charge and pick out a pair of slacks and a light linen sports jacket suitable for the event; I was very pleased with her suggestions and we proceeded to one of the fitting rooms. As I stood in front of three mirrors, Judy helped me into the jacket then quickly marked the jacket with caulk where alterations would be needed.

Once the jacket was fitted and marked Judy took it to the tailor while I changed into the new slacks. When she returned she pulled up a very short stool to sit on and began fitting the slacks. She had me to turn around as her hands moved over my ass and around my waist checking the fit and marking areas to adjust; once she was satisfied she began fitting the length. To reach the hem she had to bend lower on the stool which caused her legs to open slightly showing me a nice view of her stocking encased legs.

She asked, "Do you dress to the right or left?" referring to the side on which my "equipment" hung.

I got a quick rush telling this beautiful woman about my equipment and replied, "To the right."

Her hands immediately went to the inside of my right leg and began gathering the material around the bulge of my equipment to make sure there was enough room. The more her hands moved the material to give me more room the more my "equipment" seemed to need more room. Of course that required her hands to gather more material to ensure I would have enough room for growth; it was a real catch-22 situation. With the view of her open legs, her face and hands moving around so close to my "equipment", I just knew I was going to get a noticeable erection before she completed her fitting.

During the fitting we conversed on a number of related topics concerning the charity event. She asked about my date and what she would be wearing I told her I did not have a date that I was going there specifically to meet someone new. 

She replied without looking up, "Well I'm sure there will be plenty of girls there to catch your eye." 

I responded, "I'm not really interested in the girls." 

I paused as she looked up, her jaw almost dropped before I added, "I prefer women and I know there will be lots of them there both widowed and married." 

Her eyes widened as she asked, "You go out with married woman?"

"Absolutely, I have learned that middle aged, married men in Florida are out chasing the young girls and leaving their wives home alone; I love beautiful, mature women and hate to see them neglected."

"Well being a mature woman married to a middle aged man in Florida I would say that what you have learned is very true. My husband is constantly eyeing the young, scantily clad girls." She replied rather agitated. 

She looked up from her stool and smiled as I moved my foot between her feet. She did not break eye contact when I pressed my leg against her knee opening her legs and exposing her panties for several seconds.

Her face flushed she quickly stood up saying, "I'm afraid that will do you no good."

What she did not know however was that I knew something very personal about her.

"Is that because you are having your period?" I asked.

"What? How do you know that? Was I showing a leak?" she stammered with surprise.

I gave a slight smile, "I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I can often smell when a woman is having her period. I should also tell you that I do not shy away from a woman because of her period; I even find it exciting. Besides, there's more than one way to skin a cat."

Judy replied, "It's called a "curse" for a reason but for me it isn't just because of my period, it's because I get so damn horny and my husband won't get near me, that's the curse."

I placed my hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes and told her, "I would like to be near you. I would love to inhale your aroma and taste your sweet nectar. Would you like to meet me after work this evening?"

We agreed to meet at the Sand Dollar Motel just off the causeway when she got off work at five o'clock. I paid for my clothes and arranged to pick them up when the alterations were complete then left the store. 

On the way to the motel I stopped by my favorite Italian restaurant and ordered lasagna and salads for two then stopped and bought wine. I only had an hour before Judy would arrive unless she got a bad case of guilt and changed her mind.

Ever since my active duty army days I had learned to carry a grab bag in the trunk of my car. The term came from always having a bag packed and ready to grab if you needed to report for duty quickly. I had adjusted the contents to serve civilian requirements for unexpected events like meeting Judy at a motel or performing first aid. 

In addition to a change of clothes, shaving kit, tooth brushes and the like, I also had a small supply of rubbers (you now call them condoms), both dry and lubed, a few tampons, sanitary napkins, and disposable diapers, all of which could be used for the obvious or for stopping the bleeding of a first aid victim. I also had a small rubber sheet from a baby's bed which could be used to protect bed clothing or treat a sucking chest wound.

When I arrived at the motel I parked my car in front of the room and opened the curtains so she would know which room I was in. I had just enough time to shower and put on a fresh pair of boxers before she arrived. I had the small table set for two with wine ready to drink.

I waved to her from the large window as she pulled up. She quickly looked around for other people then began unbuttoning her blouse as she exited her car. When I opened the door for her, the blouse was completely open and she rushed into my arms.

"We have to skip dinner for now? I want to feel my nipples in your warm, wet mouth."

It took a moment to move out of the door way enough to close it. Judy pressed her pelvis against my leg as I undid the clasps of her bra and slid it down her arms but we were to close together to move it out of the way. I pulled her close to the table so I could sit down where my face would be level to her tits. I engulfed them with my mouth one at a time before pushing them together with my hands so I could take both nipples into my mouth at the same time.

Judy wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands and lips assaulted her tits. She began gasping for breath and moaning loudly. I pushed her to the bed and moved her hands to her tits so I could free up one of mine without giving up the delightful treat of sucking her tits. My free hand opened the zipper of her skirt and clawed at the material to move it over her round hips and ass.

Once on the bed my free hand went into the waist of her full cut, panties. I moved over her garter belt, under the clasp of the straps holding her pad in place, and over the thick patch of pubic hair. Her aroma was strong but very exciting as my middle finger found the top of her slit and the long sheath holding her clit. I pressed my other fingers against the sides of her vulva, burying my middle finger and her clit between them; I began to move my hand in small vibrating motions. 

Judy tried to climb my arm; her ass was completely off the bed. Grunts emanated from her mouth as she gasped for breath. The muscles in her legs and torso quivered violently from an intense orgasm. Once she came down she pulled my hand from her panties and sighed. I smiled at her then took my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.

"Wow that was wonderful! Now I'm hungry." She said.

When we moved to the table she noticed my erect cock, "Do I need to take care of that before dinner?" She asked with a coy smile.

I chuckled, "Naw it will be just fine until after dinner; besides we have to decide what to do with it."

With a devilish smile she asked, "You mean more ways to skin a cat?"

During dinner I had time to admire her pretty breasts; they were shaped a little like a ski jump with a slight downward slope that turned up at her rose pink nipples. During dinner the conversation was all very sexual. She told me about two other sexual encounters she had had during her twenty four years of marriage. We also talked about whether she had enough lubrication during her period to have intercourse.

"That's why I wear pads instead of tampons; tampons absorb everything and leave me very dry. I have never had intercourse during my period but I'm sure I could." She smiled a sexy smile, "That is if you are up to dealing with such a bloody mess."

"I assure you that I do not mind at all and I'm very prepared to handle the mess."

"Were you serious about wanting to taste me?" She asked. 

"Very serious, I will lick you from your ass to your clit. Have you never tasted your own juices during your period?"

She blushed, "Yes, a few times. Tell me about other ways of skinning a cat. I might be interested in those too."

I chuckled, "Well we could use your back door. Have you ever had anal sex?"

"No, but I love learning new things."

We cleaned off the table and stood close to the bed in a warm, soft embrace. I press her soft naked tits against my chest then ran my hands into the back of her panties; I gently cupped the cheeks of her sweet ass in my hands and squeezed them. My fingers moved under the back end of her pad and pushed against her puckered ass; she wiggled her ass against my invasion.

"I really should freshen up and change my pad."

I moved behind her and lowered her panties over her hips and ass then down her long shapely legs. When my face was close to her ass I could smell the strong aroma of the stale blood in her pad. I kissed the cheeks of her sweet ass then stood up to unfasten the end of the pad from the clasp of the straps which held it in place. Once the back was loose I moved my hands around her tummy to the front clasp and did the same.

Judy held the pad in place with her hand as we moved into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet as I removed the dark blood soaked pad from between her legs. While she peed I folded the pad and wrapped it in toilet paper and tossed it into the trash can. Once she finished peeing she flushed the toilet then opened her legs. I took a bar of soap from the lavatory and gently washed the stale, clouted blood from her thick, dark patch of pubic hair.

"My goodness, this isn't the first time you have done this is it?"

I smiled and handed her a new pad as several fresh drops of bright red blood dropped into the toilet water and dissipated to a light pink color before completely disappearing. After I dried her off she pressed the new pad between her legs and moved back to the bed. I opened a disposal diaper and spread it on the bed on top of the small rubber sheet.

I moved between Judy's legs and opened the large brownish edges of her pink labia in time to watch a bright red rivulet of blood move through the pink opening of her pussy to the edge then fall down across the narrow bridge to the closed petals of her puckered ass. My tongue quickly lapped up the droplet before it fell onto the diaper.

I went to work licking through the warm, juicy slit as I told her I would do. I built a damn to help me keep up with the warm, sweet nectar by slipping a finger into her ass. By the time I began serious work on her clit the blood was acting as a lubricant as my finger worked in and out of her ass.

Judy was well on the way to an orgasm with my lips sucking her clit as my tongue danced around it and my finger fucking her ass. She bucked wildly against my face grunting and moaning as she got closer and closer to releasing her sexual frustration caused by her monthly curse. I was in heaven enjoying the strong aroma and taste of a beautiful woman.

The diaper under her sweet ass had collected plenty of the bright red liquid that had spilled out and had been absorbed during our trying another "way to skin a cat". It continued to do its job as we rested for several minutes. 

Judy reached over and took my still hard cock in her hand, "I'm ready to give this a try if you are."

I moved between her legs and let her move the shinny, purple head of my cock up and down her pink slit before settling at her opening. She moved her hips up to align my shaft with her cunt then pulled me deep inside her warm, wet cavern.

"Is that comfortable?" I asked wanting to be sure she wasn't one of those women who found sex very uncomfortable during their period.

She wiggled her hips more and pulled me closer, "Mmmm, yes very."

I began slowly moving in and out of the beautiful lips surrounded by a thick, dark patch of pubic hair. After just a few strokes I began to see small patches of bright blood on the shaft of my cock as I pulled out. I pulled out more to see the grove around my glans (head) covered. "I want to see it." Judy said.

I moved one leg above her hip when I pulled out completely so I could move close for her to get a good look. She looked it over carefully then kissed its head: As I moved back to her warm cunt I rubbed some of the blood over her nipples. Her eyes widened in surprise.

Once I was back in the saddle I leaned forward and licked each nipple while I began thrusting faster in and out of her wonderfully messy cunt. There was not the usual squishy sound of a juicy, fully excited cunt but rather a sloshy sound of too much liquid being contained.

Judy's hands dug into my back and ass cheeks to hold on tighter. As earlier her moans became grunts, animalistic sounds of a woman on a journey of pleasure. Her head shook from side to side, her hips bucked wildly against me in unison with my thrusts. As I began to shoot spurts of hot semen into her already messy cavern she let out a primal scream then collapsed on the bed gasping for breath.

I sat back on my heels and withdrew my shrinking, once proud shaft, covered with blood and semen.

"Oh my gosh! That poor thing looks like it has been in a fight with a wild cat. Move up here so I can reward it for being so brave."

I straddled her chest and she willingly rewarded my brave member with her mouth and swirling tongue until it was clean and swelling again in case there was a need for it to get back into the fight.

The disposable diaper was completely covered with blood as were both of our thighs and the cheeks of Judy's ass. I got her to hold the bloody diaper between her legs so we could move to the bathroom without dropping blood across the floor. While Judy wrapped her head in a towel to keep her hair dry and at the same time holding the bloody diaper between her legs I adjusted the water in the shower. 

She stepped into the warm water and I tossed the bloody diaper into the trash can. Once under the warm water dried blood began to melt away from our bodies; fresh drops fell into the water below and quickly made their way to the drain. We kissed and ran our hands over each other without concern for what was happening in the depths of Judy's reproductive system. My reproductive system however went into full operation and bounced against the soft belly of the beautiful nude woman sharing the shower with me. We ran our soapy hands over each other's genitals and played between the round orbs hiding secret orifices intended for the elimination of human waste. Soapy, slick fingers probed the tight openings and brought pleasure to the one who received it.

Judy leaned forward and placed her hands against the wall of the shower and opened her legs; looking over her shoulder she said, "I'm ready to try another way of skinning the ah ... pussy...ah cat."

I moved close behind her and soaped my cock to give it enough lubrication then pushed the head against the tight opening. The soapy, engorged, purple head flattened against the tightly puckered opening before popping inside. Judy let out a yelp and arched her back to give a straighter alignment. I gave her a moment to relax then moved deeper into her bowels.

A few minutes more and we were moving together in a rhythm. Judy moved her hand to her clit and matched the movement of being fucked in the ass while masturbating her clit. Bright red blood continued to drop into the water between our feet and quickly dissipate on its journey to the shower drain.

Judy looked back, "I could learn to like this very easily."

I replied, "I could learn to like your learning to like it too."

We both chuckled.

There wouldn't be another earth shattering orgasm but Judy did enjoy her first ass fuck. We stayed in the shower and played until our skin begin to wrinkle then we got out. I dried Judy off as she held a fresh pad between her legs then we moved back to the bed. 

After a glass of wine I spread out a new diaper on the rubber sheet then lay on my back so Judy could be on top. She hopped into the saddle and rode me like a cowgirl riding a bronc. Her bright red blood covered my cock and ran down my balls before dropping onto the diaper under me.

Judy placed her hands beside my head and leaned over to give me access to her lovely, sweet tits. My mouth and hands again assaulted them with hungry abandonment as she threw her hips back and forth trapping my cock in her wet, sloppy hole. She quickly let go grunts and moans in unison with her fast moving hips. I couldn't see the mess we were creating until after it was over. She fell on my chest heaving to regain her breathing for several minutes.

When we began to move we saw the mess we created and it was quite a mess too. The diaper underneath me was completely soaked and the blood had spilled over onto the rubber baby crib sheet I had put under it. I was covered from hip to hip in addition to my genitals and thighs. Judy was not quite as bad but was covered from her pubic mound, to the cheeks of her ass, and inside her thighs.

"Wow, if this doesn't run you away screaming I don't know what will." Judy told me.

I chuckled, "Don't you worry about me running away. I'll get ready for next month just in case you need help getting through your curse then too. Of course it would be nice to enjoy you without the blood too."

"You can count on it." She said with a kiss.

It was back to the shower to clean up but before we got in Judy sat on the toilet to pee and provide a warm mouth for my still erect cock. I could see the blood drops fall into the water below as her fingers and mouth worked on my cock and balls. 




The Curse



Within minutes she had coaxed the last of my semen out of my balls and into her wet mouth. My cock began to shrink as we quickly moved into the shower so the warm water could melt the fresh dried blood from our bodies again; at the same time fresh new blood fell from Judy's cunt into the water heading to the drain. 



The Curse



I wasn't really having a good time that night at the bar. Truth be told, I had been practically dragged out in the first place by my best friend Joe, who told me he was tired of me "sitting on (my) ass" every night "finding new ways to be boring." Quite frankly, if this is what qualified as being not boring, I'd rather be bored to tears. To begin with, I'm not much of a drinker, so leaving the house to go to place designed for buying and consuming alcohol made little sense to me. Additionally, I'm not what you'd call a people person. I was generally okay with individual people as met them, but the larger the crowd, the more I'd want to run in the other direction. Joe basically threatened me if I didn't stay put for at least a couple hours, so I spent the time sitting at the bar, sipping on amaretto sours (an affectation I had picked up in college), and generally trying to be invisible. 

Finally, I felt I had put in enough time, so I finished the drink in front of me, paid my tab, and told Joe I was out of there. He started to protest, and it became clear he drove me figuring I'd be stuck there, but he didn't figure I wouldn't mind walking the 6 blocks or so. I probably would have walked anyway, as he was obviously drunk enough that I wouldn't have let him drive me at all. I left him to resume his conversation with what looked like a table of sorority girls from the local college, and headed out in to the night. 

It was actually a pretty nice night, clear and not too cool. The street lights threw enough light, but even where they had been broken or burnt out, the full moon in the night sky managed to bathe things in enough light. I found the walk quite pleasant, and realized that even nursing the three amaretto sours had given me a light buzz. I thought to myself that at least the night out had provided me with a relaxing walk.

When I got to my building, standing at the top of the short set of stairs that led to the front door, was a woman looking a little worse for wear. She was leaning hard against the guardrail, her head down, breathing heavy, and she was practically swimming in her clothes. In fact, it looked like she might have stolen them, as they appeared to be men's clothes, a well-worn concert t-shirt and jeans with no shoes. My first horrific thought was she had been raped and escaped, and grabbed clothes along the way. I rushed up to her, asking "Miss, are you alright?" When I reached her, and she looked up at me, I noted a very arousing fragrance, and the world all of a sudden slowed way down.

A drug like haze fell over me as I was suddenly overtaken by my sexual urges. I had to have this woman. And by the hungry, almost feral look in her eyes, I knew she had to have me as well. In a whirling blur of lips and hands we crashed together pawing at each other. In the back of my mind alarms were blaring, but I couldn't stop myself. We stumbled in to the building, and I practically carried her downstairs to my apartment. I fumbled with the keys as I couldn't seem to concentrate enough to take my hands off this unnamed and suddenly literally irresistible woman to get the door open, but after a fashion I cracked the door, kicked it open, and the two of us basically fell in, landing on the floor. Her hand had been under my shirt at the time, trying to get it off, and I felt a quick stab of pain as her fingernails dug in to my back on impact. I quickly shrugged that pain off, though, and with a quick sweep of my foot, closed my door. 

Our mutual desperate need didn't abate, in fact, if anything it seemed to be increasing. We both managed to disengage from the writing pretzel on the floor long enough to rip our clothes off. And I do mean that literally. At the very least our shirts were in shreds, and in her case, still hanging on to her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, and instead of panties she had on boxers that were only being held up by her shapely hips. But she wasn't acting like someone who had just been sexually assaulted. She was essentially sexually assaulting me, not that I minded at all in that moment. Now that she was out of the way too big clothing, her body was in full view, and what a view it was. The baggy t-shirt had hidden large round breasts to compliment the hips in a sexy hourglass figure. Her nipples were big, and hard, and without shame I plunged my mouth to them, licking and sucking on one, as I rubbed and grabbed at the second, all the while kicking my pants and underwear off. A throaty moan came out of her then, and she grabbed and cradled my head in to her breast, obviously enjoying the attention I was giving her boobs.

This lasted a minute or so until she suddenly let go and started pushing me backwards. She wasn't pushing me away, however, she was leading me, and she was aiming for the couch. The push was fairly insistent, and since she had taken me by surprise with the change, I stumbled and landed on my back, my erect dick sticking straight up. Wasting no time she jumped on top of me, reaching down and grabbing my dick to aim it, and just as I felt the moist warmth of her pussy on the very tip of my dick, she sank down upon it. I was in a heavy state of bliss, her hot slit felt perfect. For a second, I also saw the same sort of bliss in her eyes as well. I saw it fade back to the hunger at about the same time the surreal drug like haze descended on me again, and the last thing I remembered clearly was her starting to ride me without any sense of finesse.

I say "remember clearly" because I did retain flashes here and there of the rest of that night before I completely lost consciousness. Fucking her in all kinds of positions, missionary, doggie style, I even recalled picking her up and doing it standing up. Quick images of her bobbing up and down, sucking me off, of a close up of her crotch as I ate her out. All just brief flashes, though, disjointed and disorienting, like a fever dream. I could see her lightly screaming in ecstasy, but only had a notion of my own orgasms when I woke up the next day. I was alone, naked, and on the floor. I must have simply given out and landed there. I had been covered up with the blanket off my bed, though, and reaching to my back, my scratches had been attended to, at the very least bandaged. As I sat there and tried to gather my thoughts, I heard my cellphone ring. Looking around, I found my pants near the door, grabbed the phone from the front pocket, and answered it.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Joe greeted me back. "I've been calling you for 3 hours!" I looked up at the clock and realized it was 2pm. "We were supposed to catch a movie today, remember?"

"Yeah, sorry, I had kind of a wild night, I only just woke up. We can still go, we'll just have to pick a later time, is all." I noticed that next to my pants were the remains of the woman's shirt, and mine as well. I groaned inwardly, I had really liked that shirt. Her pants were gone, though, and I idly wondered if she had taken one of my shirts before leaving.

"Wild night, you?" snorted Joe, "what, was there a Friends marathon on television or something?" He had always made fun of me for my general lack of success with women, for good reason, so I couldn't blame him. But as I looked around, there was no mistaking that while my memory was fuzzy, it wasn't faulty. The evidence of the night was clear in the mess around the place.

"Ah, forget it, you wouldn't believe me. I wouldn't believe me. I bet if I sent it to Penthouse it'd get rejected. Look, I gotta get cleaned up, you just want to grab a late lunch and hit the theater?"

The next day, I sat at my computer trying to find out just what had come over me and put me in such a druggy haze. I was having very little luck. I found certain drugs that kind of matched the feeling, but I hadn't taken any. I briefly investigated if I could've had my drinks spiked, but based on what I was reading, I would have felt the effects much sooner. The fact I had picked up an odor right before was leading me down the path of pheromones, but I couldn't find any such pheromones that not only were so powerful, but so fast. I was beginning to get frustrated when I heard a light knock at my door. I got up and walked down the hall, and I saw that a piece of paper had been pushed under the door. I picked it up, opened the door and looked out. Whoever had knocked and put the paper there was already out of sight. I closed back up, and unfolded the paper. There was a hand written note, in some pretty awful chicken scratch handwriting. I thought I recognized it, but focused my concentration on deciphering it. It was hard, but I finally figured out that it said:

"Dan -- I am sorry for what happened the other night. I am compelled by a terrible curse, and now I'm afraid I have cursed you as well. I can't tell you what it is, you would never believe me. I have a hard time believing it, still. But I needed to warn you of the possibility of you also bearing the curse, so you can take precautions. Lock yourself up for the next full moon, before the sun goes down. Have someone guard where you are locked up, but tell them to keep their distance from you for their own safety and your serenity. These precautions will cost you nothing, but not following them could be dangerous, and another situation like the other night may occur. If luck would have it that you take these precautions and nothing happens, all the better, but if something does take place, I will communicate with you again."

The note was unsigned. My first thought was to laugh at the absurdity. It was like getting a note from a mental patient. Full moons? What was that woman trying to say, she was a werewolf that just sorta looked like a knockout woman? I opened my door again to look out just in case I spotted her, but the only person I saw was my upstairs neighbor Shawn...something. He was going out the front door, and as he spotted me looking out of my door, threw me a quick nod of recognition. I waved, with the hand holding the note, and while reading over it again, shut my door. "What a crock of shit," I said to myself, and walked back to my computer to continue my search. 

After a few fruitless minutes, I looked back at the note, thought to myself "what the hell," and began to search the web for any similar stories to my own, factoring in the full moon. Surprisingly, I found several. Men all over the country had reported feeling as if they were date raped, but by completely strange women who would basically come out of nowhere. They would get in close proximity to the men, and within moments the men would feel drugged and lose all sense of inhibition with an incredible increase in libido. Not all of them mentioned full moons, but some did, and a little research based on the dates of the incidents showed that the moon had been full for all of them. However, I couldn't find any occurrences where the men were contacted at all by the women afterwards, let alone any references to a curse. I closed the browser, figuring I could come back to the search later with fresh eyes.

As it turned out, having fresh eyes amounted to nothing. I had hit a wall, and while I didn't completely forget about the situation, I did put it on the backburner in my mind. Before I knew it, the next full moon was only a couple of days away. I had started feeling a little odd. If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have recruited Joe to stand guard as the note suggested. I was starting to feel hyper-aware of things relating to sex on people around me. I was picking up the scent of pheromones, and started being able to distinguish them from one person to another. I picked up on unconscious gestures and postures from sexually open people. I was getting horny rather quickly, and my entire body was getting really ramped up and sensitive. Joe thought I was nuts, but after bribing him with a six-pack of his favorite microbrew, he agreed. I decided to make it easy, and the afternoon before the full moon, I reversed the doorknob on my bedroom door so it could only be locked and unlocked from the outside. If nothing happened, which I was starting to doubt with all the weird sensations, at least I would be locked up in my own room with my own bed.

Joe showed up around 6, and with sundown scheduled for a little after 7, I decided to just play it safe and had him lock me in almost immediately. I spent the next hour fiddling around on the Internet, listening to Joe heckle me through the door, and looking out the window, keeping tabs as the sun moved towards the horizon. I felt super jittery. I was getting nervous, but that wasn't completely the reason. As more time went by, I was feeling like a powderkeg of energy. I felt like I had a really large amount of static electricity. I had even tried grabbing my metal doorknob to see if I could discharge, but nothing doing there. 

I started keeping a close eye on the sun's movements, and at about 7:13, the last sliver of sunlight dipped past the horizon. I tensed up, but nothing. I expelled the breath I hadn't even realized I had been holding, and turned away from the window to head back to my computer to kill some time. I had taken 2 steps when my body felt like it was on fire from the inside. It was intense, like my blood had become lava, and I gasped in pain, doubling over. I screamed in my thoughts, "Nononononono," but the burning remained. I thought I was going to die; I couldn't fathom how I could possibly survive whatever the hell was happening to me. I actually began to whimper, when the burning lessened considerably. I still felt warm, too warm, but no longer was it painful. It started to become a little pleasant, in fact. I couldn't focus on that, though, as my body began to feel like it was being pushed and pulled from all different directions. That sensation was less painful and more uncomfortable. I felt weak, and I ended up lying on the floor. As I did so, I became aware of the fact that my body was beginning to change shape.

The first thing I noticed was my hands. I was holding them up, and I saw my fingernails grow, while the fingers and body of the hand began to shrink. I had a sudden fear that they were going to become animalistic paws, but the only thinned and shrunk a little, remaining human. My face felt like it was bubbling and I could feel things shifting around there. I felt a tickle on my neck, and realized my hair was growing. The truth of what was going on was starting to become clear to me as I saw my feet and legs thin and shrink along with my arms, and my body hair that I could see fade away. The process was making me breathe heavily, as well as make some involuntary noises, and I was aware that sounds emanating from me were becoming higher in pitch. Even if what happened next didn't start, I would've known what was going on. I was becoming a woman.

At the same time, several changes started. My shoulders contracted inwards, while my hips did the opposite. Along with the hips, my ass grew. On my chest, breasts sprouted, and began to swell. And between my legs, my testicles had already pulled themselves inside my body, and my dick was following close behind. As I watched, horrified, over top of my still swelling boobs, I saw the bulge in my pants disappear, and I felt the formation of a vagina. Long hair fell across my face as I looked down. It was still dark brown, but the added amount brought out a waviness I never knew my hair had. I also started becoming aware of a primal consciousness slowly pushing me to the back of my own mind. By the time the change was complete, I was only hanging on to my own consciousness by a sliver, and something else was in control. I could feel its limited thoughts and emotions, but could do nothing about it. And I was starting to realize that it hungered for sex.

With some of the worst timing ever, I heard the sound of the lock being disengaged, and Joe burst in, exclaiming "What in the hell is going on in here?" I, or rather, what controlled my body turned, and got a look at Joe. I was screaming in the back of my brain as I realized why the note warned to keep whoever guarded me away. I felt a very instinctual process to the site of Joe, and got off the floor to get near him. As I did, that process executed itself, and I knew that I had just released powerful pheromones. Joe stammered as I approached, but as soon as I had gotten within arm's reach of him, I saw him being affected by the pheromones. I could also smell his own pheromone release in response, and I knew he had been snared. We both began to rip our clothes off, and within seconds, we both were naked. 

I hadn't been able to fully take stock of my transformed body, but I could now. It looked much like I had expected, but my shirt had definitely disguised the size of my newly formed boobs. They were pretty big. Not stupendous, but I guessed it to be maybe a D cup based upon former girlfriends sizes. I also noticed I had no hair around my crotch, and that was all I could take in before I was practically dragging Joe towards my bed as his hands flew all over my body. I sent him backwards on to my bed, and quickly climbed on top of him. I was doing exactly what that strange woman had done to me! I braced myself, as I knew it wouldn't be long before Joe's dick was inside me. I could feel the others, well, her, hunger for cock, and how she couldn't wait. With very little fanfare, I sat down on that cock and began frantically bouncing up and down.

I tried to fight it, but I was no match for her hold over the body. I was being completely overridden by her need for sex. It was more than an addiction; it was like she needed it to survive. I stopped trying to fight it, and instead focused on perhaps not being aware of what was going on. I found that I couldn't. My body began an orgasm, and I had to admit it felt good. Really good. I started to pay a little more active attention, resigning myself to the fact that not only had I transformed in to woman with an intense need to get fucked, but that I was frantically fucking my best friend. When I started doing that, I noticed two things I hadn't expected. Trying to fuck Joe's brains out felt really great, and I was starting to gain some control. I tested this by reaching up and fondling my boobs, which I was able to do. Playing with them also felt good. The more I succumbed to the sensations of pleasure, the more I came to the conclusion that I liked it. And the more I liked it, the more control I seemed to gain. Joe began to grunt, and I found myself wanting to feel him come inside my pussy. He did, and something extraordinary happened. I didn't banish the primal consciousness from my mind, she and I integrated. 

As soon as I realized what had happened, I knew I could stop there, quickly flee the room, and lock Joe in until the effect of my pheromones wore off. There was just one problem with that: I didn't want to. I knew what I wanted to do, very much. And to do any of it, I'd need Joe pretty close by. I got off his cock, and before it dwindled away from erect too quickly, I wrapped my lips around it, fully intent on sucking his cock. A part of me was in shocked awe that I really wanted to do this, but the vast majority needed to blow him. I found that I somehow possessed a lot of knowledge on oral technique, and figured it came from that primal side. I decided to try one of them, and opened my mouth a little wilder and worked my way down his shaft. His cock was about 8 inches (which I noted was smaller than he had claimed in the past, which didn't surprise me), so I wasn't sure if I could pull it off, but the knowledge must have also come with skills as I managed to deep throat the entire length of cock, my lips stopping at the base. 

The cock being so deep in my mouth turned me on immensely. I loved sucking his dick. Joe gave little moans of pleasure as I tightened my lips grip of the base a little. Hearing that made me want to hear even more of the same. I slid back up the length of his cock, took a deep breath, and went all the way down again. This time, I didn't take my time. I did it fast, and withdrew just as fast. I intended to fuck him with my face. When he realized that was my goal, he reached down and grabbed the back of my head. I stopped my own motions, and let him do the work, getting face fucked. Before long, I was rewarded with a load down my throat. 




The Curse



Neither of us were about to stop, however. I was treated to a repeat performance of what had happened to me a month prior, from the other side. This time, though, I wasn't blacking out. I was well aware of the fucking going on. The different positions. My own orgasms, which I didn't bother counting. Joe finally blacked out after seven orgasms of his own, and I knew instinctually that my pheromones also helped his stamina and durability. He was splayed on my bed, dead to world, and I knew he wouldn't wake for several hours. I wasn't done yet, not by far. I got dressed in some very ill-fitting clothes of mine, and headed towards the door. When I opened the door to step out, a surprise was waiting for me.

The strange woman was standing there. I thought to myself "does she even take her own advice about locking yourself up?" and then the urges kicked in. I pulled her inside and shut the door. I quickly divested myself of the clothes I had only put on moments before, as she also stripped. Almost as soon as we had, she went on her knees and began to lick my clit. Now I knew why all my former girlfriends made such a big deal about it, it felt divine. After a few minutes of that, she stopped, and gently pulled me down. She then pulled me towards her crotch, as she repositioned herself to get to mine. Soon, we were in the 69, eating each other out. We both would orgasm, but neither of us would stop what we were doing. I think that must've gone on for a couple hours. Eventually, though, I started getting very sleepy, and I think she was, too. I fell asleep fairly quick, not having moved much from her crotch being in my face.

I woke up the next morning to two discoveries. The woman was gone again, and I was male again. I was sad about both of them. That had been incredible. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but I had loved being a girl. I was already looking forward to the cock I would be getting the next fool moon. I remembered Joe was still in my room, so I found my clothes by the front door and got dressed. I made my way back to my room, covered Joe with my blanket, and sat down by my computer to wait for him to regain consciousness.

After about an hour, finally started to stir. As he did, he must have started recollecting what happened, and all of a sudden shot straight up in bed. When he saw me sitting there, he had what was pretty clearly a horrified look on his face.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

"What the fuck, man!" he replied, "That was no dream, was it?" I shook my head silently. "Shit, you turned in to a woman! AND WE FUCKED EACH OTHER! Jesus Christ, Dan, it wasn't just a little bit, either!"

"No, it wasn't. You didn't seem to be complaining last night."

"Are you fucking kidding me? How are you so calm about this?" he said with wild eyes.

"Nope, not kidding. And I'm calm because I'm not freaked out by it. In fact, I had a lot of fun. So much better than any other sex I've had. Don't freak out about it...in your own defense, you didn't have much control. The change is supernatural. My body secretes a super powered pheromone. You get one whiff, and all you can think about it is fucking me. I did warn you not to get too close," I said, leaning back and folding my arms. "Though, truth be told, I'm glad you did." He stared at me for a few moments, and I bore back in, "You know you enjoyed it, I was there, I know." He looked like he was about to explode, but then, all of a sudden, he hung his head.

"You're right," he quietly said, "I did. You were so hot, it was the first thing I noticed when I came in, and the next thing I knew all I had on my mind was fucking you any way possible." He rubbed at his eyes, then said, "this is going to be weird."

"Only if we let it," I replied, "just keep in mind that it wasn't like I was wearing a disguise or in drag or anything. I was physically transformed and totally female. Yes, it was me, but there wasn't an ounce of man there. And it'll happen again. I'm looking forward to it, Joe. I'd like it if you did, too. I don't think I could trust anybody else."

He gave me a bewildered look, and started to protest. "Look, Dan, I'll admit it was good, but I don't know about doing it again..."

I cut him off. "Are you really going to pass up the opportunity?" His face was like an open book, and I knew I had my answer. "I'd do it right now, if I could." After I said that, it was like I had unlocked a mental block. I suddenly knew that because of the integration I had stumbled upon, I could. I gave Joe a sly grin. "As a matter of fact, I can." I closed my eyes, and willed the change. I felt it starting, though this time there was no fire. It started with the warmth. I opened my eyes, and said "Watch this." 

I kept my eyes glued on Joe as I stripped. He couldn't stop staring. By the time I was fully naked, I was halfway there. Within a few more moments, I was female again, and very much in control. "Like what you see, Joe?" I asked. With my control I knew I wouldn't use my pheromones automatically, though I did know I could if I wanted. With that knowledge in mind, I got closer to Joe. "No pheromones, Joe." I reached under the blanket to find him fully erect. "Not that I need them, do I? Seems like I don't need much help."

"We shouldn't do this," Joe said, rather feebly.

"And why not? You have this wonderful cock. I have such an eager and wet pussy. No, I think we should. I think you do, too, you just can't seem to get over your hang up that you know me as a man. But like I said, do you see any ounce of man here? Do I even look like your friend Dan? No. You see me as a woman because right now, that's what I am. I'm your new horny friend Dani, and I'm hungry for your cock, Joe. As a matter of fact..." I threw the blanket off him, and with his erection in full view, began to suck him off.

"This is so weird, Dan...Dani," he said, "I can't believe that it's really you. Oh, that feels so good. You're really good at cock sucking, oh yeah, that deep throat again." His talking to me egged me on, and I resolved to make him come as fast as possible. "Oh my god that is so incredible. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...cuuuum ooooohohoh," he grunted as his dick twitched and his hot, salty jizz filled my mouth. I savored it for a moment, and then swallowed it down. I slid my way up his body and settled in next to him. He looked at me in a post-orgasm glow, and asked "Do you really like it?"

I did, and I told him as much. "I really do. It's incredible. I felt so alive and validated while you were telling me how good it felt. Having your cock in my mouth, taking it all the way down, oh, just indescribable. I think this curse or whatever woke a part of me I never knew existed. Because this feels so right. I could stay like this forever, getting fucked. Speaking of..." I trailed off, and got myself on my hands and knees, "I would like it very much if you fucked me. In the ass."

I managed to catch a glimpse of his jaw dropping, but the fact that his dick hardened very quickly betrayed his desire. I didn't have to wait long before he was positioned behind me, rubbing my own juices around my anus. He started to slowly push his way in, and in no time, we had found a rhythm. It hurt, but at the same time, the pain came with pleasure. I relaxed more, and really got in to my first assfuck. My breasts swung with the rhythm, and my hard nipples were brushing against the bed, giving me little jolts of pleasure. He plowed my backdoor for quite a while, which made sense, as he had orgasmed quite a lot in a short amount of time. I started to stimulate my clit as he pumped in and out, and between the friction he was feeling and my very vocal announcements of the amount of ecstasy I was in, he deposited a load deep in my ass. I wasn't about to let him do anything else after having his cock up my ass, so I called a halt to the activities. 

I let him shower and after, he went home. I took a shower myself, and luxuriated in washing my female body. Curse? What curse, I was going to have fun with this. I worked myself up as I thought of all the things I could get up to. Of course, most of those things involved a cock being inserted in to me. After the long shower, I got out, and for the first time, I actually looked at my face in the mirror. I was right, there was no trace of Dan in that face, except maybe the eyes. I was pretty damned good looking. Sultry was how I'd describe it. I started to dry off, and I heard a knock at my door. I knew it wasn't Joe, he has a key, so I sighed regretfully, closed my eyes, and willed myself back. I threw on my bath robe and closed it, and answered the door. It was Shawn, from upstairs. Shit, the noise last night must've kept him awake or something. "Oh, hey," I said, "Things got a little crazy in here last night, sorry if things were too loud."

He raised his eyebrow, and replied, "No, not at all. May I come in?" I stepped aside and waved him inside. He headed towards the couch, looking at it for a second, before sitting down. "We need to talk."

I was getting confused, but I shut the door, and headed over myself. "Okay," I replied, "what about?"

"I told you in the note I'd talk to you again," he said. He must have seen the shock on my face, so he continued, "yes, that was me. I'm the one who brought it on you, and I'm sorry. I had been so careful for quite a while. I had never meant to scratch you, but when we fell...I couldn't help it. My maker did it on purpose, she thought it was hilarious. I didn't want to bring it upon anyone. But it's so hard when you have such little control or input over what's happening."

That last part caught my attention. He had no control, and said he's been this way for a while. "Wait a second," I cut in, "no control? I got control over it. I stopped trying to fight or ignore it, and the next thing I know, I was no longer a bystander to a separate being, but we were joined."

"I don't believe it," he said, shaking his head.

"I'll prove it. Watch." I willed myself back to female. I was glad he had given me the excuse. I sighed with content after I had finished the change. "See?" I said, "I can control it, and will it even when the moon isn't full." 

"Holy...that's amazing, you're talking, you're not completely insatiable..."

"I wouldn't go that far," I interjected.

"Whatever, the point is, you aren't ripping your clothes off and releasing pheromones. And you can change at will?" I nodded. "I've never seen this happen," he said, "even my maker who had some control and liked it on a sadistic level couldn't do those things."

I shrugged, which caused all kinds of ripples under the robe, and I caught Shawn noticing. "I think, buried very deep inside, there was already a woman, and she was released. Just a theory, though, maybe it can be taught. I can try with you, if you want that is." 

"We can try, I suppose. If it doesn't work, it'll at least be another clue to why you can do it."

"In the meantime, I wouldn't mind trying to help you with another problem you seem to be having," I demurred, looking pointedly at his crotch. Within moments, I had freed his cock from its confinement, and was eagerly sucking it down.

The next few months I spent more and more time as Dani. I would go to work as normal, counting down when I could go home and change in to something a little more comfortable. Speaking of, I had hit local thrift stores and gotten a wardrobe that fit. Funny enough, I found that I wasn't a dress up kinda girl. I enjoyed the same kind of clothes either way. I didn't need to dress up anyway, when I went out with a purpose. I had certain advantages, after all. 

I worked with Shawn, but it became clear that while he could gain more control than he had previously, he had nowhere near the control I had found. He introduced me to others like us, and I tried the same training with those that wanted to try. Eight tried, but only one got there. He came to the same conclusion that I had, that by relaxing during a block was removed, and a woman had buried came to the surface. The underground community of were-women (a joking term that had apparently caught on long before I became one) quickly heard of these events, and I was contacted from all over the world. I gained some extra money by becoming a kind of therapist to them all when I was needed.

Joe would still stick around for most full moons. I was still in control, but much more wild on full moon changes. I admit that I would on occasion humor the notion of giving Joe a little scratch during those nights; it was part of the urges of the change. But since I knew him so well, I was able to resist it more. 

After a time, I stopped Shawn from referring to the change as a curse. I never saw it as a curse. In fact, it was a beautiful blessing.