0 comments/ 34990 views/ 8 favorites Join Me By: drfate Time passes so slowly. It has only been three days since I last saw my Angel but it feels like years. That's a drawback to being eternal. When you want things to happen, the time just seems to drag. But tonight I get my wish. Tonight my Angel returns to me and I will give her my dark gift. I will embrace her and bring her into the night. I will give her a choice, of course, but I know she will accept. We meet just after nightfall. She looks as wonderful as ever, and I shudder with anticipation of what will transpire this evening. We kiss upon greeting, and she presses herself hard against me. I feel myself already stirring, but there is much to do before we come to that part of the proceedings. We explore each other's mouths hungrily, and I feel a sense of urgency in her that I've never noticed before. She goes so far as to brush her hand against my crotch, and murmurs softly when she feels me already getting hard. I laugh a little. "What are you doing?" I chuckle. "Just saying hello," she answers. Her eyes. Always her eyes. They just seem to light up for me, and it makes me smile. I'm actually a little shy around her. "Come on," I tell her. "We've got reservations and we can't be late. Unless you'd rather just skip dinner altogether." She shakes her head. "No, I don't want to skip anything. Let's go." We walk together down the street. She puts her hand on my arm, and we chat about how her week has been so far. She tells me she stayed out of work the last two days. I'm a little concerned, because it should not be affecting her this much. She says that she got a bit of a stomach bug and is feeling fine now. I leave it at that. We arrive at the restaurant, and she goes to the hostess. She comes back to me and tells me that the hostess is preparing a table for us in the far corner of the room, hidden from view of almost all the patrons. I look at her again, a curious, bemused look on my face. She simply raises her eyebrows and licks her lips. "Let's eat." I find myself laughing at her boldness again. We are led to the table by the hostess, and she gives our server strict orders that we are to be left alone once our food arrives. The table is a small round one, with a simple white tablecloth that falls all the way to the floor. Two chairs are on the far side, just about arm's length apart. We order drinks and our food, and begin talking. She asks me if I have enjoyed the last two weeks in her company. Of course, I answer. I tell her how much she means to me in such a short time. She tells me that she has enjoyed it as well, but that tonight will be even better. She stands up. "Tonight I'm in control. I'm going to go wash my hands and I'll be back. When I get back I'm going to give you a little idea of what you're in store for later." With that she walks away. I sit there with my mouth gaping. This is not exactly how I saw this evening proceeding. But I was certainly not going to argue. I have my surprise for her, so it's only fair that she gets her chance to surprise me. The waitress comes back with our food while Angel is gone. She smiles at me and I smile weakly back. The waitress leaves when Angel returns. "Did you miss me?" she asks. "Always." She grins at me, locking onto my eyes. Leaning forward, she kisses me again. "Go ahead and start eating, Duncan." She starts on her own food, and I figure that's the end of things for the moment. She eats slowly, savoring each morsel as she goes. I, on the other hand, am ravenous and wolf down my meal. She asks me to slow down, take my time. I nod. I put my fork down and look around the restaurant, wondering absently if she's going to show me what she meant. I feel her fingers brush across my hand. Her fingers are wet. It takes me a second to realize that not only were her fingers wet, it was a warm wetness that did not come from her glass. I turn back and see her with her fingers in her mouth. I actually gasp. "I told you. Tonight is my night. I just gave myself a great orgasm while I was in the bathroom and I wanted you to know. I also want you to know that this is only the beginning. Would you like to taste?" I nod dumbly. She laughs. She takes her hand and it disappears under the tablecloth for a second. She wiggles and moans for a few seconds, then pulls her fingers out and offers them to me. I take her hand in mine and suck on her index finger. The smell and the taste assault my senses and I feel myself hardening again. The outrageousness in her tonight is making me realize just how good a vampire she will be. When she gets her way she's almost unstoppable. I let go of her hand and resume eating, while she quietly chuckles at my amazement. "Hold still." I continue eating, not saying a word. She slowly slides under the table. I glance around, and see noone. She pushes my knees apart, and as I bite into my chicken, I hear the slow rasp of my zipper being pulled down. I cough as she takes me into her mouth, my food nearly flying back out. She works her way down the shaft, licking the sensitive area on the bottom. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and slowly strokes it with her hand, all the while flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip. I reach under the table and run my hand through her hair, grasping a handful as she works. She uses her free hand to lightly scratch my balls, knowing that that drives me wild. I move my hand down to cup her breast, and pinch her nipple gently through her shirt. It only takes a few moments of her wonderful attention for me to reach the boiling point. She pulls away from me, continuing to work my cock with her hand until I explode. When she reappears at her chair, I see her with her fingers in her mouth for the second time this evening. "There we are. Much better. Now, let me finish eating and we'll see if we can't find a more private place to continue." I can't even answer. She finishes her meal (I notice she's picked up her pace quite a bit since earlier) and we leave the place, thanking the hostess for her wonderful choice. She just smiles and winks at Angel as we leave. It suddenly occurs to me that they know each other and the hostess knew exactly what was going on. No wonder she gave instructions for us to be left alone! We grab a taxi to her apartment first. She runs upstairs to get her overnight bag while the cabbie and I wait. "She's a very beautiful lady," he tells me. "Yeah. She's really something. I hope she says yes." "She will. I can see it in her eyes. She cares about you alot." "Thanks." When my Angel returns she's changed into a simple black velvet dress. Appropriate, I think to myself. There can be no better choice for an elegant creature of the night, as she will soon be, if things go as planned. The cab takes us to my house, where we thank the cabbie and send him off with a good tip for the assistance. I walk behind her, letting her lead me inside the doorway. I close the door and lock it, and as I turn around I find her waiting for me with a surprise in her hand. "What's that for?" I ask. She simply smiles at me wickedly and motions with her finger for me to turn around. I do as she says. She slips the blindfold over my eyes and grasps my wrists. I feel her tying them gently together with something that feels like silk. She pulls me back around to face her and leads me away towards the bedroom. "What's gotten into you? This is... different." "I told you," she answers. "Tonight I'm in control. I'm going to make you crazy and then I'm going to cut you loose and see what you can do about it." I laugh again. She pushes me down on the bed and pulls off my pants. I'm already hard again, and she coos when she sees it. I feel her unbuttoning my shirt and when she lays down beside me I can feel that she has undressed as well. Her nipples press against my bare skin and she wraps her legs around one of mine, pressing her wet mound to me and rubbing it slowly up and down. She moans into my ear and whispers to me that it's all my fault. She nibbles at the lobe while she uses her hand to tease my nipples to hardness. She bites her way down the side of my neck and kisses the hollow of my throat. She bites my chin, hard. I gasp, surprised, and hear her giggle. My lips curl, the sheer desire causing me to bare my fangs, feral. I guess she doesn't see them, for she does not say a word. I feel her sliding her way down my body, her breasts against my cock. She kisses and licks at my navel, while still squeezing and pinching my nipples. It's getting hard for me to control myself, and I know she hasn't even started yet. She takes me into her mouth for the second time this evening, one hand leaving my chest and scratching down my body to my crotch. She moves down and sucks one of my balls into her mouth, stroking with her hand all the while. I begin to wriggle and squirm, but she tells me I have to be still or else she won't let me have any fun later. I grunt in answer, wishing I could watch her work her magic, but still turned on by the darkness of the blindfold. I don't even try to get my hands free, though I certainly could even if I did not have a vampire's strength. This is play for her, and she wants me to be able to get free when it's my turn. For my part, I'm enjoying her taking control and having her way with me. But it's still in my mind that I'll need to be free to make my offer. She knows that I'm slowly building and she wants to hurry the process. She moves back to my cock with her mouth, sucking the tip and running her tongue around the crown. Then I feel her finger sliding down underneath and she presses, softly at first, then more insistently. It sends a shock through me feeling her finger at that spot, and she chuckles, the vibrations from it rumbling down the shaft of my cock. She slips just the tip of her finger inside me and I can't take it. I shout, and it turns into a growl as I cum. I lay there, shuddering, trying to recover from what she's done to me. She removes my blindfold. My eyes are shut against the light, and she whispers my name. "Duncan," she says, "are you alright?" I don't answer. My eyes flit open. She gasps, and I know what she sees. She's built both my lust and my bloodlust, and my eyes are as red as fire. "Angel. Please don't be afraid. This is what I have been waiting to tell you all night. I could not tell you before now. When I told you my story, I left out a very important detail. I am nosferatu. Undead. A vampire. When I went to Scotland years ago, I was visiting one of the castles of my ancestors. In that castle I was attacked by... something. I never even saw it. I awoke to darkness, only to discover I had been left for dead in a crevice of that castle. Luckily the sun never fell directly on me, or I would not be here. I had been asleep for nearly a week. I made my way back to America and did my best to disappear from my family. I have been alone for a long time now. But since I've found you I feel wanted and loved for the first time in what feels like forever." She has not moved since I've started talking. Now she rises and walks, shakily, toward the door. I do not speak. This is part of her choice. Her hand is on the doorknob, and she stops. She does not turn back. She asks me a question. "You're going to just let me go?" "If you want to go, I will not stop you. I had hoped that you would stay. I want you to be part of my... life. So to speak." "Do you think this is funny? You've just told me that the man I've been sleeping with isn't even alive," she chuckles, but turns back to look at me. I'm still lying on the bed, hands tied behind my back. She walks back over to the bed and sits down. "How could you not tell me this?" "I was afraid that you would not come back. Just like I am now. I want to bring you into the night with me. I know it sounds horrible and selfish, but we are not monsters. Do you think I'm a monster?" "No." "You can't imagine the feeling. Everything is different. All of your senses are changed, heightened. I can see every twitch of the muscles, hear every whispered word. I can still smell your sweet air on these sheets even if you haven't been here for days. I want you to be part of that. I want you to be with me." I can see her considering my words. I know she will say no. I can see it in her eyes. "Show me," she whispers softly. I sit up, pulling my hands free. I open my mouth and show her the fangs there, for the first time. She traces them with her fingers, trembling in fear. Or is it excitement? I can't tell. I touch her face, lightly caressing her soft skin. She looks at me, and turns her head to the side, baring her throat to me. I kiss her throat, and she asks me to do it. "Are you sure?" I ask, giving her one last chance to back out. She nods. I bite into her neck, as gently as possible, wanting to savor it as long as I can, and wanting her to experience it for the first time. My other feedings were during our lovemaking, and she was not aware. She gasps, and groans as my teeth sink into her flesh. This "kiss" is the first step into the final goal. I drink from her, feeling her heartbeat thrumming in my head, and I can hear mine growing louder, the two becoming closer to one. I pull her closer to me, and turn her head to face my chest. Without releasing her, I use my fingernail to cut an opening in my flesh just over my heart. I don't have to tell her what she needs to do. She lowers her mouth over the wound, and begins to drink. At first she is very tentative, but quickly the need and the desire take over. I release my hold on her neck, knowing that if I continue to drink I will hurt her, possibly kill her. Our heartbeats are now one, pounding in unison. This is the greatest pleasure I can give her. "Angel, you have to stop," I wheeze, unable now to push her away. "You'll kill us both, please, Angel." She is deaf to my pleas. Finally, I summon the last of my strength and pull her from me, kissing her deeply as my blood still remains in her mouth. We both collapse on the bed, and for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep before daylight. I can feel her beside me, and though I know she will sleep for a long time, I know that when she awakens we will be together. I will take her out and show her my world. Eternity is forever. It is ours. Join Me I haven't written any erotic stories lately, so I might as well take a pad and pencil down to the laundry room with me, in case I have any good thoughts to jot down. Better go get the clothes out of the dryer...I'm thinking as I slide the Thick Tool into my asshole. The little vibrating dick is in my pussy, and I've got an extra vibe and lube packet in my pocket. All set! As I start emptying the clothes from the dryer, I turn on the little dick vibe just slightly. I start folding the clothes. I pause a moment to tell you what I'm doing. I sure can feel that slow, low, vibe humming away. Better get to folding clothes...I'm thinking about sliding the extra 4" plastic vibe down the front of my thong panties, while folding a shirt. Why not make this fun?? I slide the vibe down in front. The little 4" inch plastic vibe, with the tip right on the clit area. I rub the front of my pants real often, between jotting down what's happening and folding clothes. As I turn up the control on the little dick vibe in my pussy, I'm kind of squirming around, feeling all the different sensations happening down there. Ooohhh. I'm having little orgasms one after the other. I've got my hips squirming around, making the dildos' shift around each other, and the vibes feel wonderful...get to folding! I finish the folding and start a new load, all the while the vibes keep shifting around. My ass is so full! That Thick Tool is really staying put, as my pussy is creaming all over the little dick vibe in my pussy. As I'm writing this, I'm holding the tip of the 4" plastic vibe against my clit - pulsing PC muscles have pushed the little dick vibe out of my wet pussy, so I shove it back in. Man! That hole is so tight, it's hard to push it in. I can't get my PC muscles to stop spasming! The tip of the 4" vibe feels great on my clit! Aahhhh! Oh, Wow! I'm having a major cum! My juices are running down my thigh! By the way, I never turned the 4" vibe on; I'm just rubbing the tip over my swollen clit. I'm cuming long and continuously, while standing in the laundry room at the dryer, and writing this down for you. Talk about multiple orgasms! My whole body's trembling big time! My legs are crossed; my gyrating hips keep the other toys moving against each other, through the wall of my pussy! All they while I'm telling you what I'm doing! Another major high! Can you visualize it? Does it make a nice picture? If so, you ought to be cumming yourself by now! Ha, Ha! Gotcha! Feels great doesn't it? Hey, I was always taught to share! Join The Club AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part 2 of my other incest story, What She Knows, is in the works, and will be ready for the Winter contest. For now, here is a new story for the Halloween contest. There's lots of exhibitionism and oral, too. Let me know if you'd like more of these kinds of stories, and be sure to vote if you like it! * If my head stopped spinning long enough to see the faces of everyone in the room, I would see that they were enjoying the view of my erect penis, still glistening no doubt from a polishing I'd just forgotten. A moment before, I had been talking to the gorgeous daughter of Jed. Jed was throwing the party, but I'd never met Jed. My nakedness took a backseat, as I struggled to make sense of the new reality. A girl was staring at my cock. I caught her staring. Her nose was colored black, and whiskers were painted on her face. Cat Lady was listening to Ringo Star prattle on in her ear from across the table. She leaned forward, arms crossed and resting on the table. Her breasts were exposed, and I stared at them too. Maybe it was she that blew me. Maybe she still tastes me. Still smiling. Yeah, it was her. She spread her legs and showed me her pussy. Not wearing any panties either, apparently. I didn't move. I didn't want it to be a dream. I watched her rubbing her pussy, almost spilling her cocktail in the process. Ringo could swear she was still listening, so he didn't skip a beat. I was inside her, I could see it in her eyes. My eyes drifted down the hall behind Cat Lady to another girl standing, holding a red trident and wearing red leather boots and gloves that went up to her elbow. A white-hair man was on his knees licking her pussy. She turned and looked at me, and she looked at my cock, too. Cat Lady came. A cool breeze touched my penis. This was nice. A gentleman holding a scotch with one ice cube had his other hand placed over the crotch of a younger lady, who did not seem to mind his hand being there. They both wore masks and, like everyone at the party including me, seemed to be wearing only masks. She was telling a story and laughing all the while as her new friend fondled her, and both acted like his preoccupation was nothing at all. She leaned in to put her lips to his drink and waited for him to tip the glass. He did not tip the glass, but judging from the quickness of her breath and the way her eyes fixed on his, he was having a go with his free hand. She tried to tip the glass herself by pressing her head down, lips still on the glass. She was not successful, but oh how she tried. All she wanted was just a taste of the Scotch. Just a taste. It was aged 18 years. I don't know how I knew that. Then he tipped the glass, and she drank. Her face became serious as she looked up at him, and I could tell he paused his activity. I wish I could know what they were saying to each other, because the staring seemed to last forever. The next minute, she was sucking his dick. And I was still hard. Hard and watching it all. And no one seemed to care. I thought of stroking myself, but didn't. The agony of anticipation energized me. Made me focus. I could feel the whole room on my penis, and how I wanted the touch of it. The energy made me so hot, I didn't want to waste it by jacking off. And how low class would it have been not to jack of for someone. Or on someone. This was not like me. This was not like me at all. This was strange. It may have been the mask I wore, or the drugs I took which I could not name. Whatever it was that brought the little captain out into the open air for all to look at, it wasn't nothing. All around me there were conversations happening over foreplay. Only, it didn't look like foreplay. It just looked like play. Here there was a young brown-haired fairy tale girl with a red hoodie sitting down on a gentleman's lap at a table where all were playing cards. She granted him no signs that she knew him, but she began rubbing his penis. While she did so, the man straightened up in his chair, raised a bet and the whole table erupted with laughter. If saluting was in order, they'd've done so. The man reached around his new friend and began to rub her pussy in kind, and she seemed to really like that very much. I would have begun to masturbate, but I was always told that it was rude to masturbate with company, and was most off color to do so with someone on the couch. And there was someone on the couch. I turned to see who (as I'd completely forgotten), just as the young, dark-haired lady to my right leaned her head onto my shoulder to cuddle. It didn't seem fair that she should caress my chest only, when the little guy was a foot away, ready. It didn't seem right that her touch was so... sweet. It was gentle and thoughtful. She was kind, I sensed. It made my penis ache terribly. The party patrons were casually dirty-minded, and they wouldn't have minded me being a little dirty with this angel. But what about me? Would I mind? Would I guide her head down my body until she gave it to me good, and swallowed every drop, only to feel bad for doing so? Every moment that I did nothing made my nerves dance like grease on a hot stove. Ringo was on his knees, face buried between Cat Lady's thighs. She twirled her drink, but didn't come. Didn't even want to, it seemed like. She barely even seemed to notice his presence, like it was more for his benefit. But then she looked up at me again. Her eyes were again drawn to my cock. Her eyes focused on it, and stared at it until she began to squint, then closed her eyes and gripped the side of the table. She came, and made Ringo very happy. The thought seriously began to cross my mind that I was hallucinating everything. Well, everything except, perhaps, the naked girl to my right who's probably in love with me. I would have thought she was tired, but then I realized she wasn't resting or even cuddling. She was smelling me. And she began to lick my ear. She slid her hand down my chest, running her fingernails along my skin. But just before her hand reached that place I so desperately wanted it to go, she slid past it and caressed my inner thigh. She stopped, then sat up to look at me. She had on a tiger mask, and I could see her smiling as she continued stroking my leg. She had fairly large breasts and wide hips. She could see that I was trying to get a good look at her, so she stood up. She put her hands gingerly on each of my knees and let me look at her. Her curves were impeccable, and I realized that her hair was very long. Some of it rested on her breasts. She leaned in just enough to slide her hands up my legs, and I felt her first touch my balls and stroke them gently. But as she slid her hand slowly up the bottom of the shaft of my then-throbbing penis, I noticed something that made my heart jump into my throat. It was a birthmark on her left breast in the shape of a lotus flower. The girl stroking my cock was my sister, Jasmine. I froze. I thought I had to stop her, but so many thoughts ran through my head at once. Where did she come from? Why was she here? If I stopped her, then everyone would wonder why I stopped her, and they might figure out who was actually rubbing my cock. Did she know that I've seen her birthmark before, because I've seen her naked before? Did she know that I've masturbated to her before, and didn't care how fucked up it probably was because it felt incredible? Then I realized something else: I was wearing a baseball cap, not a mask. She knew whose dick she was rubbing. And my sister didn't stop. How dirty would it have been if my sister had sought me out at a party like this, knowing that I would be here? My big sister, sneaking up on me like this for a chance to play with her little brother's cock. But that probably means that everyone here knows who's rubbing my dick. Some of them are watching, and they all seem to be amused. Cat Lady is amused. Mr. and Ms. Scotch are amused. Even Devil Girl down the hall flashed me a wink as she got ready to climax for the older gentleman. What if this was some ploy to get me to have sex with my sister? And would it be better to know that she was in on it, or worse? Should I have been upset to know that others put her up to this, and should I care if they had? Should I tell her that I know it's her, or go along with it and say I had no fucking idea, if they asked? Should I say something? No. Don't let it stop. Here's your chance. You're going to get to have sex with your sister, and your dirty little secret better stay hidden. It better, or else you won't be getting her pussy at all. Or maybe it isn't even that sweet. Maybe, just maybe, she wants to be bad. Maybe she knows how wrong it is, but it's making her wet anyways. Maybe she's in for a fling and thinks her little brother is just perverted enough to fuck her. The way she got to her knees and brought her head down to the penis she was now stroking so affectionately was unflinching. There was no hesitation, and it was clear that the closer her lips came to my member, the wetter she became. What a swell party this turned out to be. I didn't stop her. I didn't care anymore who knew. Let them see my sister suck my dick, and let them watch her swallow my come. They won't know what they're missing. I was ready to throw everything away to get it. I tried to make eye contact with her once more, and I did. She was looking me in the eyes when she put my head to her lips and I felt them open. I felt her tongue sliding gently and playfully. What I felt most of all for my sister in that moment, for whatever reason, was gratitude. I loved her so much. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. A whole film seemed to pass before my mind's eye. It was a film of me walking in on her at college, asleep and naked, and not leaving right away as a proper young gentleman aught to. I remembered wanting to touch her, but fearing that she would wake up and see me for the pervert I was. I remembered trying to forget the unfortunate desire I had for her. A desire I knew should not exist, but did. And what's done was now done. Now she was about to make her brother come. But she stopped. She looked up and smiled, and then she stood up and walked away. Thirty seconds longer and I would have come into her mouth, and every fiber of my being was ready for it. Now she was gone, and I had the desire to go after her. But what would I say? If she changed her mind, that was it. There went my chance. The lady with the Scotch now held the glass triumphantly while her new friend fucked her from behind. She shot me a smirk that said, "Are you not having fun?" I imagined myself as this lady's friend, and I imagined a very happy sister of mine in her place. My sister, smiling, panting, spilling her cocktail just the same. It could have been me. There was no mistaking it: I wanted to fuck my sister. Whether I would or should (or could, at this point) was beyond the point. I stood up, determined to find her. Only, when I did, the room seemed to tilt on an axis like a dish on a plate spinner's finger. People shifted in and out of view, until at last it settled again. For a moment, the masks seemed to change, and I started to wonder if I really was hallucinating. The girl at the card table was now standing behind another card player, leaning over him and down, and was rubbing his dick. He was sitting back to let her, and he was rubbing her pussy behind him. And I had the thought that her hair color changed. It was now auburn, and long. I could have sworn it was blonde before. And for a moment, none of the other people in the room looked familiar either. Cat Lady, too, had hair that looked a good deal more orange than before. I was stuck on the thought that I was dreaming when, from my right, a hand gently grabbed my penis. I turned to see that familiar Tiger mask with a smile beneath it, and without letting go of my penis, she guided me into the kitchen. A few guests were gathered about in groups of two or three. Some were fucking, but most just watched. My sister presented me to another young girl. She had had pale, milk-colored skin, and she was wearing a light blue velvet mask. And she had orange hair. Right away, she struck me as familiar. She was short, and she had one arm crossed, with the other bent up. She stood biting a nail, and I felt arms from behind me wrap around my abdomen. I heard a very familiar voice in my ear say, "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. She's new." There was no mistaking that voice, it was definitely Jasmine. I became overwhelmed by how graceful the girl before me looked, how elegant and beautiful. I'd never seen a more perfect naked woman before. My eyes stayed on her nipples for some time, because they looked like the best nipples I'd ever seen in my life. In all the years I'd watched porn, and through all the women I'd seen naked over the years, her soft, pink nubs were the best I'd ever seen. I wanted to suck on them as soon as I saw them. She was grinning, and seemed to suggest that she wouldn't have minded if I had. And the small curl of her lips, with her dimples and pearly white smile, cut through my thinking. Then it hit me. I suddenly knew the identity of this very perfect young lady. The girl with the perfect breasts and the perfect nipples, with the cute, thin bush above her smooth, clean pussy -- it was Christine. My younger sister. This was strange. Whenever I had dirty thoughts about fucking my sister, it was always Jasmine, not Christine. But I realized that this was only because I'd never seen Christine naked before now. She's in college, and old enough to drink, even. Just like Jasmine was the night I saw her naked for the first time. The first time she ever made me hard. I'd never even considered having sex with Christine before today. But she has. I can see that clearly enough in her eyes, the way she was looking at me. She was presenting herself to me. She wanted to know what her big brother thought of her when she took off all her clothes. She was only too gleeful to let me check her out. She looked nervous, but proud. I found it hard to look away from her body. It's all I wanted to do was to look at her. And I couldn't believe she was so happy to be naked in front of me, and to see me naked. It suddenly felt like a dream come true. I wanted to show my sister all the things I've learned. I wanted to make my little sister scream, to know what it felt like. But maybe she never has. Maybe she's never had an orgasm. And maybe, just maybe, she's never been with a guy at all. It was a big idea to consider. I knew she was not the dating type. She had her head in the books for the most part, and she was pretty shy. She was also smart enough to realize that most of the guys her age were still pretty immature. So it would make sense if she'd never slept with anyone before. So much sense that my heart began racing. As if she was reading my mind, Jasmine whispered into my ear, "She doesn't want to wait anymore. And she wants you to be her first." Christine's eyes confirmed it. It couldn't be real, I thought. It just couldn't be. It was still possible that these were two very real women who were not my sisters, and that I was making up the rest in my head. Very convincingly. Yeah, that's probably it, I thought. It could very well have been the case that I could not have gotten my dick so hard thinking about anything but the thought of Jasmine's hand, now stroking my cock, or my young sister, now up on the counter and spreading her legs for me. All I knew is if they weren't my sisters, I had one very vivid, very sick imagination. And I ran with it. I was nudged toward her until Christine reached out and grabbed my hand. She guided it to her breast as she leaned in. With her other hand, she took me by the back of the neck gently and brought me to within inches of her lips. I could smell her breath and perfume as we looked into each other's eyes. In her gaze was a mixture of nervous anticipation. But before I could think too long on it, she kissed me. It was a hell of a kiss, too. I wanted to keep kissing her, so I did. She took the hand on her breast and slid it down until I felt the wet warmth of her pussy. She moaned sweetly, joyful to have me finally touching her there. The passion in her kiss grew, and mine as well. I felt warmth around my own penis suddenly as Jasmine began to go down on me under the counter. I pulled back for a moment to see her body again, now with my fingers inside her. It was then that I wanted her to know who was inside her. Not because it felt right, but because it felt wrong. "I know you," I blurted out. She kept moving her body with my hand and moaning in-kind, but smiled with her eyes closed. It was as if she was preparing to come, now that I said it. She was so thrilled that I'd said it. Then my older sister stopped and re-emerged from below. She leaned next to the counter, just as my younger sister was about to climax. Then, watching her little sister with glee, she said, "We know you too, Brother." My sister's moans reached to a cry, and after opening her eyes to look at me, she came. It was now certain: my little sister wanted to lose her virginity to me. "Well now you've done it," Jasmine continued. "You've gone and made our little sister come." I could hardly believe my ears. In panic, I looked around to see if anyone had heard what she said, and she began laughing. I suddenly had another possibly-drug-inspired theory that this all was some elaborate role play to draw out my deepest perversions. Maybe I set this up. Maybe someone came up to me -- a friend, perhaps -- who knew of a drug that could coax out of anyone their deepest desires, and that they could be acted out like transference. Only, I forgot I was on a drug. Or maybe that was the point. To forget that the horny little girl before me was not actually Christine, waiting for me to fuck her for the first time. This couldn't be real. I couldn't be looking at my dripping-wet, naked little sister on this countertop, spread eagle. And this couldn't be my older sister egging it on. I became surprisingly suggestible, which could have also been helped by the drug. She joined her sister on the counter and spread her legs as well. Those legs I've seen a thousand time before, now with nothing covering them. "Relax," she said. "Nobody knows but us." Then she leaned back onto her arms and said, with a grin, "Well, not yet anyway..." As she said this, she spread her legs further, and my very mature older sister gave me a very mature choice. It may have been blackmail, but I don't think she was actually serious. She was teasing my cock, and it was working. It made me want her more. I sank to my feet and moved to within inches of her waist. Then I began to taste Jasmine. Something strange came over me in those few minutes as I went down on my sister. The fact that she was my sister meant I couldn't let her down. It would be bad enough if on-lookers saw it, but she was my own flesh and blood. Now was my chance to prove how much she meant to me. And so every movement was perfect. My tongue touched one spot and she moaned. I touched it again. And again. I found another, and she cried out. I touched all her spots, and found a rhythm. She was stunned. She lost control, and I could tell she wasn't used to that. She wasn't expecting me to be this good. In no time at all she was coming, and I drank it up. I stood and looked at them both. Jasmine catching her breath, and Christine looking at her in awe. She did not expect me to be that good either. She looked so happy for her sister. Watching Christine look on with curiosity and amazement in her eyes, the impulse to finally bring my cock to her lips and begin fucking her became irresistible. I'd waited too long. Jasmine had stopped twice already, just prior to my coming both times. Join The Club So I spread Christine's legs apart again, breaking her gaze at her euphoric big sister. And before she could even realize what was happening, I had my tongue wiggling around inside her. I did to her what I'd done to Jasmine, and she was crying out much sooner. She was cumming, and I made it last for almost a minute. It was pretty easy, actually. When I stood up, I realized she had actually been crying. She'd never felt anything like it, and couldn't process the emotion of it at all. Afterward, when she was lying with her back on the counter, chest moving up and down rapidly as she caught her breath, I put my hand on her chest and slid it over her sweaty breasts. I took those pretty little nipples into my fingers and felt a jolt of unexpected pleasure in my groin. She didn't care that I leaned in and put one into my mouth and sucked on it. I became unexpectedly emotional myself, and I didn't want to let those lovely pink dots out of my sight. It was heaven. With just a few strokes, I could have come right then, instantly. When I looked over to see a sultry fire in my big sister's eyes, my impulse changed. Her eyes told me, "If you don't fuck me right now, little brother, you're in big trouble..." So, without skipping a beat, I spread her legs again and she slid to the edge of the counter to meet me. I entered her quickly and started to fuck her, not knowing or caring how long I would hold out before I had to come. My movements were steady and I never took my eyes off of my sister. Jasmine was ecstatic, but surprised. And that surprised me. All the years of never feeling like I could live up to my sister were now in the past. She never knew that her little brother could fuck, because she'd never been fucked by him. She might have also been happy to find her little brother was well-endowed, and she was now getting to partake in that part of the family treasure. All of this, I could see in her eyes as I fucked her. It was all so much for her to handle. Much more than she'd realized. I might have stopped for fear of coming too early, as I was about to do, when she said, "Don't stop..." And so I didn't. I repositioned to go deeper and I picked up speed just a little, when I heard and felt her coming. By then, there were about half a dozen people watching, who now were offering words of praise for our little performance. And then I heard one of them say something under his breath which made me stop: "It seems he didn't have any issues after all. Getting along just fine." I pulled out, but did not come. They did know. Who were these people, anyway? Questions again started flooding my mind. Was it an accident that my sisters were at this party? "I'm very happy for you," a voice said from behind. It was Ms. Scotch. When she saw my puzzled look, she added, "Family always comes first." She winked and started to walk away. I had to ask, "How did you know?" She smiled and said, "Why else would you have come here? It's why we're all here." Then Mr. Scotch appeared, saying, "What's taking so long, Sis? They out of Scotch?" How could I have forgotten so much? And whose idea was this? Then I felt a hand on my penis once again, and I found it was throbbing once again. I turned to find it was my little sister. My sweet little sister. She pulled me in for another kiss, and it brought my body to hers. I felt my penis touch her body for the first time, and I felt her gentle hand guide it to her pussy. She rubbed her soft, wet lips up and down with the tip, looking me lovingly in the eyes. At that moment, I would have always imagined that I would be the one in control, assuming I had ever imagined fucking Christine. I would have seen myself as the master, always ready. But my desire was too great, the release too near. It was she who was teasing me. She was waiting for me take it the rest of the way. To be a man to her like no one ever has. She couldn't wait for it to be me, but I was going to let her down. In the final moments before I gave us what we both wanted, I relished the last moment before release. It became hard to tell who teased whom more. Finally, I slid her mask off of her face. Her face was radiant, and her nostrils were flaring. She looked halfway between the perfect-but-innocent girlfriend, and a cat in heat. Looking her in the eyes at last, without the mask, I could hardly believe she was the one teasing my cock. Without even knowing it and without even trying, she was going to make me come immediately. I took her hips firmly in my hands and push myself in. I slid right past two of her fingers, and had not gotten very deep before I felt certain that I was going to come soon. Almost instantly. So I stopped and caught my breath. It took every ounce of determination I could muster not to come immediately. On top of everything, she was very tight, not surprisingly. I would go in deeper, and slow. Very slow. Then, I would begin to fuck her as best as I could until I came, and hopefully make her come. I held on to hope that it was possible. It shamed me that I could make Jasmine come so easily, but Christine was the challenge. I just didn't think I could hold it back for her. The second time I tried to go in deeper, the urge to come rose right back up, as if I'd made no progress. But then I looked at Christine again, and she changed everything. To my surprise, Christine seemed to know the problem I was having, and smiled anyway. She brought her soft hand to my ear and stroked it lovingly. "You know you don't have to make me come. You already did that. I just wanted to feel you inside me." She continued running her fingers through my hair and added, "Just go ahead and come. I want you to." I finally realized she was dead serious and that she even looked proud. This was a beginning for her, and she wanted me to know that it was a beginning for me, too. The beginning of a whole new kind of getting to know my little sister. I began to slowly move in and out, this time no longer concerned about holding it back or about having to make her come. The look on her face was excitement. She reacted to me, but the dominant emotion in her glowing expression was anticipation. She even looked servile, and her eyes seemed to suggest, "That's it, go ahead. This is for you." I scanned her body one more time before the floodgates opened, again settling my gaze on her pink nipples. I took one in my mouth once more, the very moment that I came. My come shot out of me and into her with such force that I had to grip her body tightly. I quickly pulled back and brought her lips to mine and kissed her. I gave a few more weak thrusts and hardened further, putting every ounce of energy I had into coming. I pulled back, and she was looking so proud and content when I finished coming. And that was it. There was no changing it now. I filled her, and I saw it in her eyes. And she was ecstatic. Everyone was happy about it. And I didn't care anymore who knew it. I was proud, in fact, that a dozen or so people had gathered to watch me fuck my little sister. I was delighted that they watched me as I came inside her. It was like a dirty little secret that everyone now knew. Even now, as I stand before her, no longer inside her, they all know that my come is still inside her. She was dangling her legs and giggling, with her hands on the edge of the counter, legs still partly spread. An older couple was commenting on how lucky the girl was to have a brother like that. She smiled back at me, now with a sense of gratitude. They all saw that too. I was also pleased to see that Jasmine had been masturbating to us the whole time I was fucking our little sister. I had barely noticed, but she was now looking at me like I was some kind of rock star. It was an odd sort of feeling to have about Jasmine, because she always seemed way smarter, more athletic and more social than I am. And now she finds out that her brother is probably the best lover she's ever had. Jasmine and Christine shared a look of serious shock, then they both started laughing. It was clear that this was planned, and that they both had wanted to fuck me. Maybe I am fucked, and this is a drug that melted my perverted little brain, and maybe these two young ladies are nothing at all like my wonderful kin. Maybe the ginger is really a redhead from Massachusetts named Julia that's into kinky shit like this, and maybe the dark-haired minx with curves is actually a Latin woman named Maria from San Francisco with a tattoo of a lotus on her left breast. Maybe that's the best a guy like me could get, but tonight, the green punch is green to me. It's real enough for me. The ginger is still wet, and I go in to kiss her, before she has a chance to change her mind. We shower in the bathroom, where the party planners have removed the curtain. I do not let the ginger out of my sight, and I fuck her again. I show her everything her big brother can show a young woman. She can't believe that I know her body better than her, and that I go right to those spots that make pretty little girls like her lose control. Later, I sit on the cool tile floor of the bathroom with my back against the bathtub, still inside my beautiful little sister who straddles me quietly, resting her pretty head on my shoulder with her arms wrapped around me at ease. We don't move an inch. Then, I feel the cool touch on my arm of a cold drink. "Here," that familiar voice says to me. I look up to see Jasmine handing me a glass of Scotch, with a smile, saying, "Join the club." Join the Club Becky couldn't believe some of the subjects on the questionnaire: a personality test, hobbies and interests, even her menstrual cycle! Why did they need so much personal information about her? She continued through the 12 pages, answering the increasingly embarrassing queries. Theta Alpha Alpha was *the* sorority on campus. Every girl who managed to get in was popular among her peers, and successful in later life. There were wild rumors of Satan worship, illegal hazing and other things, but nothing proven. Becky, for one, didn't believe any of it. It was obviously all a smokescreen, a way to keep loser applicants away, as was this stupid, annoying questionnaire. She finished the last of it and returned the papers to the sorority house. The young woman who took them gave her a cheeky smirk. Just a smokescreen, Becky reminded herself. The next week she received an invitation to a mixer at the house. Yes! The following week flew by as she worried about how she could impress the sorority. She would regale them with stories of her holiday in France after graduation from high school, and the time she met Tom Cruise. She went out and bought a short dark skirt and a slinky sheer halter-top that showed off her not-insubstantial breasts. She admired her trim form in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair framed her pretty face, and her new pumps nicely accentuated her slim, shapely legs. She would fit in. She prayed to God each night that they would accept her. The night had arrived. As she walked up to the sorority house she saw a familiar face: Sarisha, a slim Hindi girl from her high school grad class, wearing a form-fitting one-piece dress that ended just above her knees. Her dark hair was loose about her shoulders. "Becky! Hi! Are you here to join the sorority too?" Sarisha looked relieved to see someone she knew, as was Becky. "Yeah! Anybody else from our class here?" Becky looked around hopefully. "I don't think so. You want to go in?" Becky nodded, and they entered together. The party was swinging and the music was loud, with lots of guys. They found one of the sorority sisters and identified themselves, as per the invitation's instructions. They were brought to a large room, a kind of den, in the back of the house. Several sisters were waiting there for them, and Becky recognized one: Christine, who graduated the year before her. Becky didn't realize *she* was a sister! She hoped there were no hard feelings for... "Welcome, potential sisters," began a striking young Asian woman, breaking Becky's train of thought. "My name is Kallie. Please, have a seat and help yourselves to some drinks." She motioned, and highballs were provided. The 2 applicants sat and sipped their drinks as Kallie spoke about the history of Theta Alpha Alpha and its values. It was actually quite boring, and by the time she was done the girls' drinks were empty. With a little smile Kallie motioned them to rise. "You," she pointed to Sarisha. "Follow these sisters upstairs." Sarisha looked back at Becky as she left, as to say "sorry", then was gone, along with 2 of the sisters. Becky was left alone with Kallie and Christine. "You," continued Kallie. "Her name's Becky," broke in Christine, stepping forward. "May I?" Kallie nodded, and Christine continued: "Becky, you will have to follow any instructions given you by the sisters tonight, no matter what. Fail to follow instructions in a timely fashion and you fail the test. You will not be able to reapply for membership." Becky thought she detected some satisfaction in Christine's voice. She also felt a little dizzy, and blinked a little to moisten her eyes. She was up late last night worrying about tonight's showing and didn't get much sleep. The sisters looked at her, then at each other. Kallie continued: "Becky, you will need to go out into the party -- meet some people. If any of the boys offer you anything, take it and bring it back to us. Don't go upstairs." Nodding, Becky stumbled out into the main part of the house. She was still feeling kind of odd. There were less people than she remembered. Where did they go? She chatted up some of the other sisters, but they weren't interested in talking to plebeians. The last girl she tried to speak to hinted that she was falling behind in the competition. Finally, she approached one of the guys, a jock by the look of him: tall and muscled, with short, light brown hair. His name was Gabe. After she introduced herself he asked if he could give her something. She remembered that she had to accept anything that the guys gave her, so nodded. He took her hand firmly and pulled her into a side room. It was dark, only illuminated by the scant light coming from the hallway and through the window from the streetlight outside. He pushed her to the wall, clamping his mouth to hers. "Mmmf!" She was completely surprised by his sudden passionate attack. She was also still feeling a bit slow, like her head was stuffed with cotton. Gabe's hands moved down to her skirt, pulling it up. His expert tongue kept her from being able to make more than muffled gasping sounds as he quickly yanked her panties down to her ankles. She couldn't believe it! In seconds she was completely unprotected against his onslaught! His hands seemed to be everywhere, and she couldn't dislodge his mouth from hers. Then she felt it: something warm and hard pressing insistently at her pelvic area. God, no! He had unzipped his fly and his penis was already poking at the entrance to her vulnerable tunnel. "Nnn! Nnnnhh!" She tried to get more than stifled sounds out, but he had obviously done this before, keeping her mouth securely sealed. In a moment he would be inside her. Oh my God! She was right in the middle of her monthly cycle and he wasn't wearing a condom! "Gabe! Get off her!" It was a woman's voice. Gabe whole body stiffened. His throbbing dick was half an inch inside Becky's pussy lips, its advance stopped as he paused, as if considering what to do. "I said GET OFF!" A young woman pushed into the room, shoving him to the side. Gabe's dick flew free from Becky's labia. He spun back, looking like he was ready to kill the newcomer. The woman turned on the light -- it was Kallie! She went right up into Gabe's face, loudly chastising him for his treatment of the pledge. His penis flagged noticeably as he backed off. "But I was gonna give her my cum! I told her I was gonna!" Gabe almost sounded like a little boy asking for ice cream. Becky slid down the wall, stunned as she realized the implications of what she had agreed to. Kallie turned back to Becky: "Is that true? Were you trying to turn down what he was going to give you?" Becky felt lost. "I...I didn't realize..." Kallie came and knelt down beside her, putting her hand on the distraught girl's shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. You don't have to have sex with him, but you do have to 'take what he gives you'." She leaned in close and whispered: "Use your mouth. President Clinton himself said that it isn't sex, right?" Getting back up and shooting Gabe a reproachful look, Kallie returned to the party. Gabe walked back over to Becky. His penis was pointing at her, still a bit soft from the verbal onslaught. She quickly rose to her knees, paused to take a breath, then engulfed it with her mouth. Gabe groaned and closed his eyes. Not as good as fucking her hot cunt, but better than nothing, he thought. He savored the feeling of her lips as they caressed his rod, sliding up and down. Within a couple of minutes he started to thrust into her mouth, as she wasn't going fast enough. A minute later he grabbed her head, pushing hard. "Lllgg! Glllkk!" She couldn't breathe as his cock pushed into the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, but couldn't dislodge the foreign object. She didn't have to suffer long, however, as Gabe's cum exploded from his shaft and directly down her throat. She was almost unconscious from the lack of oxygen as he pulled his spent member from her mouth. She fell forward, voraciously gulping air as Gabe zipped up and left, turning off the light as he went. Becky sat there, sobbing. Not only had she almost been raped, but she had failed! All his semen had gone right down her throat; there was none to give to the sisters. After a few minutes she stopped, a hard look coming into her eyes. She wouldn't go out sobbing like a little girl! A little unsteadily, she rose to her feet. As she took a step she realized that her panties were still around her ankles. She pulled them up quickly, thanking God that no one but Kallie had looked into the room during the encounter. She had to get more semen before Kallie came looking for her! She poked her head out into the corridor and saw a young, skinny guy with glasses coming around the corner...a geek! She withdrew into the darkness of the room, then as the guy passed, she pounced! He gave an unmanly shriek as she replayed the earlier scene with Gabe, though in reverse, pinning the skinny young man to the wall and lip- locking him, then unzipping his pants to pull out his stiffening member. A moment later she was back on her knees and sucking hard on his penis, which, she noted, was smaller than Gabe's. Before long the inexperienced nerd was groaning and spurting his seed into her mouth. She was careful not to swallow it, but there wasn't very much compared to the volume Gabe shot down her throat earlier. When she was done she rose, gave him a close-lipped peck on the cheek and headed directly for the den. Kallie and Christine were waiting for her. "I was getting worried, Becky," said Kallie. "Gabe took longer than I thought he would." Becky couldn't answer with the gob of sperm in her mouth. She pointed to her closed mouth and Christine came forward with a drink tumbler. Ptoo! Splop! Christine took the prize away. "More, Becky. You're lagging behind." Kallie urged her out the door with a light slap to the behind. There didn't seem to be any guys left. Where did they all go? She wasn't allowed to go upstairs; were they all up there? The front door opened and a big black guy walked in, his lettered jacket indicating another jock. She was never really interested in interracial relations, but any port in the storm... Within a couple of minutes she had him in the side room and his above-average-sized cock in her mouth. He had unhooked his pants to allow her better access to his tool. She watched his stomach muscles flex as she fellated him. After a few minutes her mouth was getting tired. As she moved her mouth back to the tip of his large prick she used her hand to furiously jack him off. This new technique paid off and he growled, grabbing her head. She was ready this time, however, and managed to knock his hands away in order to take his copious load only into her mouth. It seemed that his ejaculation would never end, as she had to puff her cheeks out in order to keep it all contained. She gave his balls a tickle as she rose, once again heading for the den. The guy seemed stunned by his excessive expulsion of seed, leaning against the wall and saying nothing as she went. Once again Christine came forward with a glass and claimed the gooey prize, taking it away. Kallie put her arm around Becky's shoulders. "Well done, darling. Did you feel it? The power that a woman can have over a man? That's what our sorority is about: power! You're almost there." She directed Becky down the hall to another bedroom. "The final test, Becky. The sins of the past await you." Kallie handed her another highball and went back up the hall and out of sight, leaving Becky at the doorway. *** Is Becky smart enough to figure it out? If so, jump to Ending # 2. If not, keep reading. If you find this whole story silly, go to Ending #3. *** ----------------- *** Ending #1 *** ----------------- Becky entered the room and sat on the bed. What did Kallie mean about sins? She downed the drink and after a few more minutes Christine entered the room, a paper bag in her hand. Oh crap, Becky thought. "Please remove your clothes, Becky. I won't ask twice." Becky knew her application would be summarily dismissed if she hesitated, even after all she had gone through tonight. Her top and skirt came off quickly, but she couldn't help pausing at her bra and panties. Christine narrowed her eyes and those articles hit the floor seconds later. Becky was naked, and incredibly embarrassed. "On the bed, Becky. Lay on your back." Becky complied, watching Christine's hard eyes with dread. Christine reached into the bag and took out a realistic-looking 7- inch dildo. Becky didn't notice that Christine used her fingers to hide the lower portion of the dildo. Christine sat on the bed next to Becky. "Close your eyes, Beck. I want you to remember our days in high school." Becky complied, wincing. Oh crap oh crap oh crap, she thought. Christine's voice was even, almost seductive: "Remember Alan, Becky? Remember MY BOYFRIEND?" Becky did remember. In their senior year, Christine and Alan's relationship had been on the rocks. Alan had asked Becky out and she had accepted. They went out for a few weeks and she finally gave her virginity to him. He dumped her a couple weeks later and went on to other conquests. Christine had blamed Becky for her breakup with Alan. Christine continued, her voice soft, even and sultry: "I want you to remember his touch, Becky. Remember how it felt when he kissed you." Becky had drank her second highball too quickly, and was feeling weird again. Unbeknownst to her, both drinks had been laced with a combination of aphrodisiac and muscle relaxant, and it was doing its job. Becky relaxed, her mind floating into the scenario Christine presented. Alan was a tall, handsome art major with short dark hair and a winning smile. Becky remembered how their first kiss had caused butterflies in her stomach. Christine's voice went even lower: "Remember how he touched your body, Becky. Remember how it felt." Becky felt Christine's hands touching her thighs, moving them apart. Oh, Alan, Becky remembered whimsically. "I remember how he felt, Becky. How he touched me. Did he touch you like this?" Christine's hand moved to Becky's stomach and then slipped down to her pubic region. Becky caught her breath. Her pussy was tingling, caused by a combination of the drinks and the sexual excitement from the blowjobs she gave earlier. "Alan's fingers are touching you, Becky. They're going inside you." Becky arched her back and softly moaned as Christine's fingers slipped into the folds of her pussy. Her fingers grew slick and she spread it around, lubricating Becky's love channel. Becky's breathing had increased and her nipples were hard. Oh, Alan, that feels so good... "How did his prick feel, Becky? Can you feel it, nudging at your pussy?" She COULD feel it. She loved how his cock felt in her. Christine pushed the dildo into Becky's slick cunt, bit by bit. Soft "mmm, mmm" sounds came from Becky's throat as she arched her pussy up toward her plastic lover, trying to gain greater penetration. Christine pushed it in harder, finally getting the shaft in as far as she could, gingerly making sure she didn't accidentally grip it too tightly near the end. "He's fucking you now, Becky. Doesn't he feel good?" She pulled the dildo out so that the tip remained, then pushed it all back in. Out, in, out, in. Becky was in ecstasy, gasping, eyes still closed, lost in the fantasy. "Oh, Becky, Alan forgot to put a condom on. You don't care, though, do you? Doesn't it feel good?" Becky really *didn't* care. She was totally into it, her body in a heightened sexual state because of her fertile time of the month, magnified by the drug and alcohol she consumed. Christine was getting into it, too, unable to take her eyes off the toy phallus in her grip as it went in and out of her enemy's vulnerable pussy, harder and harder. Soon now. Becky started to gasp, pushing her pelvis into the dildo as it went in and out of her. "I think Alan's going to cum, Becky. He's going to cum in you. You want it, don't you? You want him to cum in you?" The dildo went in and out, even harder now. Becky cried out: "Yes! Yes! Oh, Alan!" Christine jammed the dildo in hard, then grabbed the bulbous end she had hid from Becky's view. "Take my cum, you fucking cunt! This is what you get when you steal my man! Take my cum and get fucking pregnant!" She squished the bulb on the end of the dildo hard, pushing all the sperm that had been stored in the dildo forcefully up the plastic shaft and into Becky's hot, fertile cunt. All the semen that Becky had brought them through the night had been stored in the dildo, waiting for just this moment. Becky had been too close to orgasm to stop. Christine's harsh words made no sense as the dildo seemed to throb and grow warm within her. Her body responded to the seeding. It was that time of the month and it would not be denied its best chance for propagation. Her cunt spasmed as she screamed out, her pelvis pushing harder against the dildo, her body unconsciously trying to get the spurting phallus closer to her cervix. "Uhhhh! UHHHHH! OH ALAN! OOOHHHHH!! Cum in me! Oh God!" Becky screamed, her spasming cunt sucking the potent sperm further inside her clasping hole. Christine kept squishing the end of the dildo, over and over, trying to get all of it into the orgasmic girl. When she could get no more from it she moved her other hand to Becky's clitoris, manipulating it to prolong Becky's dangerous orgasm. She was able to extend it for another minute, during which a sizable amount of the powerful babymaking seed was sucked up her cervix and into her fertile womb. Pregnancy was all but assured. Becky's world fell away, and all went black. *** Becky stumbled out of the bedroom. She couldn't believe what had happened. HAD it happened, or was it a horrible nightmare? She had woken up naked, and remembered...had Christine--? She shook her head. She hadn't found any sperm, which there should have been if Christine really had used that spurting dildo on her. What she didn't know was that during her unconsciousness, Christine had cleaned her up and put a pillow under her pelvis so that all the semen was soaked up at the back of her vaginal passage. At least a couple of hours had passed since she had gone into that bedroom. She couldn't find any of the sorority sisters, and she heard party noises from upstairs. Curious, she decided to break the rules and quietly snuck up the stairs. Whooping and hollering were coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall. She positioned herself outside and peered through the slightly open door. She barely kept herself from screaming. There was Sarisha, naked and being royally fucked by some muscular guy. She was spread-eagled with her butt on the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor, her head lolling to the side and her eyes vacant. Other men filled the room, cheering the lucky guy on as he finished up with a loud grunt. As he pulled out, Becky saw a veritable river of semen leaving Sari's well-used hole. She had been a cum dump all night for that amount of spunk to have accumulated. Becky felt like she might throw up. She realized that it had all been real. She and Sari had been lured to the party and impregnated by the conniving witches that ran the place. They knew their menstrual cycles because of the questionnaire, and both girls were religious, so there would be no abortions! Noticing movement at the door, Sari turned her head to look at Becky. She smiled as her drugged mind recognized her friend. Unfortunately, others also noticed. Gabe turned from the side of the bed, a huge smile on his face as he recognized Becky. "Hey, guys, look who's joined the party!" More heads turned toward her, with hungry eyes. Join the Club Becky screamed, running back down the stairs and out the front door. When she got back to her dorm room an envelope was waiting for her. Inside it were pictures of her blowing the skinny nerd, and a note: Dear Becky, Don't even think about going to the authorities. That boy you sucked off was underage, you dumb bitch. We'll make sure these photos reach the authorities and all your friends and family if you don't just forget what happened tonight. You don't want to be pregnant *and* in jail, do you? Be sure to take care of what I gave you tonight, you little slut. Love, Christine ----------------- *** Ending #2 *** ----------------- Christine gulped the last of her cooler and headed down the hall to the bedroom where dear, sweet Becky was waiting for her "final test". Christine had the bulb dildo in a paper bag, and made sure to hold it upright so that the precious cargo, all the semen that Becky had obtained for them, would not escape prematurely. She was looking forward to this. She opened the door and poked her head into the room, finding Becky sitting on the edge of the bed. Christine smugly noted the drained highball glass on the bedside table. Excellent. She stepped into the room. Becky looked at her, the effect of the consumed drug evident in her half-lidded eyes. Christine crossed her arms as she stepped around the bed. "Please remove your clothes, Becky. I won't ask twice." Becky's top and skirt came off quickly, but she paused at her bra and panties, looking at Christine. A stern look seemed to make Becky's mind up, and within seconds the girl was naked, looking incredibly embarrassed. "On the bed, Becky. Lay on your back." Becky complied, watching Christine's hard eyes. Christine reached into the bag and took out the 7-inch dildo, making sure to obscure the bulb on the bottom with her fingers. She sat on the bed next to Becky. "Close your eyes, Beck. I want you to remember our days in high school." Becky complied. Christine kept her voice even, almost seductive: "Remember Alan, Becky? Remember MY BOYFRIEND?" Christine couldn't help but remember Alan -- she would never forget! He was tall, with dark hair and a killer bod. After she had gone out with him for most of junior and senior high school, Alan had dumped her in favor of Becky. A little after that, she heard from mutual friends that they had gone all the way. Slut. Christine continued, keeping her voice soft, even and sultry: "I want you to remember his touch, Becky. Remember how it felt when he kissed you." Christine's vision blurred a little, and she shook her head to clear it. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, full of anticipation. She continued: "Remember how he touched your body, Becky. Remember how it felt." Christine's moved her hands to Becky's thighs, moving them apart. Becky's eyes were closed, her lips parted a little -- she was getting into it! Christine was getting into it too. Her pussy was starting to itch, affected by all this talk of Alan. He had always been so good in bed. "I remember how he felt, Becky. How he touched me. Did he touch you like this?" Christine's hand moved to Becky's stomach and then slipped down to her pubic region. Becky caught her breath. Unsuspecting tart, Christine thought. "Alan's fingers are touching you, Becky. They're going inside you." Becky arched her back and softly moaned as Christine's fingers slipped into the folds of her pussy. Her fingers grew slick and she spread it around, lubricating Becky's love channel. Christine's pussy was on fire, her hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse. She dropped the dildo on the bed and used her free hand to unclasp her slacks. She wanted to climb on top of Becky, to fuck the dildo into the unsuspecting slut as if it was a real penis, and maybe get some sexual release from the bodily contact. She shuffled out of her shoes and slacks and climbed on the bed between Becky's thighs. She resumed rubbing the unsuspecting girl's pussy and reached back for the dildo. After a few seconds Christine realized she had lost track of the impregnator. She shifted her balance to one arm as she looked back down the bed. Off-balance, she had no chance as Becky rolled her to the side. Christine's head was spinning from the sudden movement. Becky was now on top of her, kissing her passionately. Christine's pussy was tingling, and she lost her train of thought. Mmmm... Becky's pussy was grinding into hers. It felt so good! Christine's blouse and her front-clasped bra were deftly undone as the tonguey kiss continued. Becky and Christine's breasts rubbed together, skin on skin. Christine moaned at the erotic contact. Her nippes were so hard... She even helped as Becky finished removing her blouse. All thought of her original mission was gone, replaced by the fire in her groin and tingling in her breasts. Suddenly Becky broke off the kiss, stretching forward and presenting her boobs to Christine's mouth. Christine sucked on the stiff nipple pointing at her. How did she get here? She didn't even notice as her wrist was tied to the bedpost with her blouse. Becky's other nipple distracted Christine as her other wrist was tied up with her bra. Becky moved back down, briefly resuming their kiss before moving her tongue down Christine's neck to her breasts. Christine groaned and arched her back as Becky engulfed the other woman's nipple, sucking hard. She then continued licking and nibbling further down to Christine's incredibly wet pussy. Instead of burying her face, she went back on her heels and rubbed it with her fingers. Christine had no idea what was going on. She was lost in the pleasure, her eyes shut. Then she felt it: a penis, pushing into her wet hole. It was just what her cunt needed, and she arched her pelvis to provide greater penetration. Oh, fuck, oh, God... The phallus penetrated deeply, then pulled back. It pushed in again, hard, increasing her pleasure. Harder, she urged, harder! The penis plunged into her again and again, the tempo ever- increasing. She was so close, so close... Her pelvis thrust back against the dick as she started to cum. She gasped loudly, "Oh yes, YES, YESSS!!" "Fucking bitch! Here's your revenge!" growled Becky, furiously pushing the plunger on the end of the dildo, shooting the gooey, potent semen she had collected throughout the night deep into the orgasmic cunt of her would-be tormentor. Christine's eyes flew open, some part of her mind realizing that something was wrong, but her body argued fiercely, her fertile time of the month urging greater penetration. Her orgasm peaked, and her cunt sucked greedily at the rich cream being injected into her. "UHHH! AUHHHH!!" Her pelvis kept thrusting into the dangerously spurting dildo. Becky was practically punching the end of it to get every last drop out, causing vibrations to ripple into Christine's clitoris and G-spot. Christine was fucked. She passed out from the pleasure. *** Christine woke up a little later, finding her arms and legs now tied to the bed, pillows under her pelvis. Becky was on a chair at the side of the bed, clothed, and Kallie had just come into the room. "Ah, Christine, you're awake. About time," said Kallie, as she pulled up a second chair on the other side of the bed. Christine couldn't seem to focus. "Kallie? What --?" Kallie smiled at her. "Becky is our new sorority sister, Christine. When you showed such interest in getting revenge on her, I knew we had made a mistake about you. Revenge isn't good for business, darling. "I doctored your cooler earlier, and whispered your plan to Becky. She poured out her drugged drink and handled the situation wonderfully. We now have a video that is well worth watching at future parties, and I think we can make a pretty penny from it too." Christine was aghast, staring, dumbfounded. She had been raped, and most likely impregnated by the very dildo she was supposed to have used on Becky. "I think we'll leave you here for a while and let the 'swimmers' do their work." Kallie turned to leave, then turned back: "Don't think you can go to the police, Christine. We have many videos of things you've done in your time here -- things that could really get you in trouble...well, more trouble than you're already in." She reached forward to lovingly pat the tied-up girl's soon-to-be- pregnant belly. ----------------- *** Ending #3 *** ----------------- Upstairs, Sarisha had been sexually assaulted at least a dozen times on the plush bed, her drugged mind only dimly aware of the horror she was enduring. A young East Indian man was on top of her, getting close to depositing another potent load of semen into her well-used cunt. But something was different this time. She felt as if the world was receding around her, that she and the man were the only two people in the entire universe. She looked into his eyes, and found the truth. She screamed. The man grunted, his thrusting speeding up, getting harder. Finally, he yelled out and thrust home, his spurting penis injecting his seed deep into the helpless beauty. Sarisha knew that he would be the father of her child. His sperm flowed up her cervical channel and into her womb unnaturally fast. As the strongest of the swimmers quickly reached her waiting egg and burrowed inside, she felt a shock, like a live wire. It burst out her pelvis and into the man, paralyzing him. He could not even cry out as his flesh burned and peeled off. The other men in the room stared in shock, then ran out screaming as a light burst forth from his rupturing flesh. Sarisha could only stare as the light coalesced into a vaguely bestial form, which sloughed off the remains of its skin. The creature's penis pulled free from her vagina and it grew. Quickly, the creature's bulk filled the room and cracked the ceiling. It reached down with a claw and gingerly picked up Sarisha's limp form, cradling her as it seemed to concentrate, growing even larger, bursting through the roof and floor simultaneously with its bulk. All those still in the house, including Becky, Christine and Kallie, were crushed as the support structure collapsed. The creature was now three stories tall, and bellowed out its rage to the world. Its body glowed with fierce intensity. It concentrated again, growing to twice its size in order to collapse another nearby sorority house. Another growth burst doubled its size again. It lumbered toward the lights in the distance, a large population center. Sarisha's mind was overcome as her torso started to sprout two extra arms. Kali, the mother goddess of destruction, was here. Her lover would destroy the world and her child would recreate it.