5 comments/ 22391 views/ 9 favorites Vampire Vacation By: mirandalynne She found the ad in the Sunday real estate supplement: Maine coastal cottage, suitable for one, simple, comfortable, affordable. After several e-mails with the owner, she had booked two weeks in July. The rent truly had been affordable, and she was dying to get away. Kate was braving through her second divorce. It wasn't bad enough that her first husband Josh had had an affair with her best friend; now her second husband Ben had done the same, a different friend, but nevertheless. Apparently, she had no taste in husbands or friends. Feeling wounded and weary, she imagined two weeks on Maine's rocky coast would be just about perfect. The owner had been very specific. The cottage was really just one room, with a kitchen on one end and a small bathroom. If she was planning to have friends come up from the city, it wouldn't be at all suitable. No, she had replied, she would be quite alone. She followed the directions the owner had e-mailed to her. His name was Anton Wolfe, and he lived in the big house on the property. She would be staying in his guest house, which he rented a few weeks out of each summer. He wouldn't be available to greet her, but hoped she would settle in. He wrote that he respected his tenant's privacy, and she was to make herself at home. The directions were excellent. She turned down a crushed stone path lined with beach roses, passing a massive gray shingled house, Anton's, no doubt. Her own cottage was closer to the water, also shingled in weathered cedar shakes. There was a wide front porch facing the ocean with one rocker on it (suitable for one, she smiled). The key was under a sisal mat in front of the screen door. Entering the house, it reminded her of the playhouse she used to have in her backyard when she was a kid. The kitchen lined the far wall, a small table with one chair was pushed under a picture window overlooking the water, and a sleighbed did double duty as a couch. There were well-thumbed books stacked up on a trunk, a little black and white TV. The bathroom was miniscule but spotless. Kate loved every inch of the place. She unpacked her car--hadn't really brought much since she felt she was not apt to leave the cottage---she'd be too busy licking her wounds and figuring out how she was going to spend the rest of her life. She was only 30. How many other rotten husbands could she acquire over the next 50 years? And she had wanted kids, too. What a mess. Kate arranged the groceries neatly on the open shelves in the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of Merlot. She was tired from the drive and didn't want to bother fixing a real meal, so grabbed a fistful of honey-roasted cashews, some cheese and crackers. She sat out on the porch steps, watching the sun set and enjoying her simple feast, managing to drink most of the bottle of wine. She'd never seen so many stars, and was lulled by the slapping of the waves against the rocks below. What an ideal spot. She rose unsteadily, thinking she should go to sleep before she drank the entire bottle when she heard footsteps on the path. "Miss Howard? I don't want to frighten you. I'm Anton Wolfe. How do you like Blackstone Cottage?" The man was tall and very slender, with jet black hair to his shoulders. In the faded porch light, his face was pale but exceptionally handsome. He looked like an actor or a model or someone so famously rich they exuded luxury. Kate felt not a litle disheveled, and, face it, drunk. "It's wonderful," she replied nervously. "Can I get you some wine?" Anto looked askance at the bottle on the step. It had barely two inches in it. "No, thank you, Miss Howard. I don't drink alcohol," he said smoothly. "Oh." My God, he probably thought she was a lush. She sat down on the steps again and folded her hands. "I'll join you though, if I may," he smiled, his teeth very white in the darkness. Kate thought hers were probably purple. He sat down beside her, stretching his long legs before him. His feet were bare, and Kate realized suddenly he was wearing bathing trunks under his white button-down shirt. "I was going for a swim. Would you like to join me?" "Isn't it too cold? I've heard all about swimming in Maine." "Oh, it's not too bad. Go on, get your suit on, I'll wait." Kate thought this was a very bad idea. Not only was she drunk, but chubby too. But perhaps he wouldn't be able to see her so well in the dark. She changed into her black one-piece in the tiny bathroom and grabbed a towel. "A veritable water sprite! Come." Anton took her hand and for a second Kate remembered all those crappy romance novels she had read---'he touched her and the electricity penetrated to her very core.' That was exactly how she felt. She couldn't have turned back to the house if her life depended upon it. He guided her down the flat rocks to the shore. After dipping in one foot, she shrieked. "Oh, no! I can't possibly go in! It's freezing!" Anton laughed, and before she knew it, he had picked Kate up in his arms and was walking her into the ocean. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, breathing in his mysterious scent. He smelled delicious and somehow dangerous. What was she thinking? She'd met the man fifteen minutes ago and wanted to go to bed with him in the worst way. He twirled her in the water, laughing into her ear. They weren't out very far, and he put her down so she could stand, holding her close against him. His rigid cock was unmistakale against her belly. "Wh-what are you doing?" Kate whispered. "Only what I want to do." He was kissing her now, deeply. Kate opened her mouth to him and thought she would drown with lust. There had never been a kiss like it, so complete she felt every fiber of her body respond, the blood within her rushing to the surface of her skin. She wasn't even cold anymore. "Kate," he said, breaking the kiss and looking down on her, his eyes as dark as the sky, "I want you very much." She could only nod. Whether it was the wine or her loneliness, she was ripe for this man, couldn't wait to fuck him. Hand and hand they went into the cottage. He lit the hurricane lamps as she toweled off. "Let me," he said, and his smooth white hands rubbed her body until she was rosy with desire. "I don't know what's come over me," she said. "I've never done anything like this." He smiled. "And you won't again." He pushed her gently down on the faded quilt. Kate couldn't remember how their bathing suits had disappeared, but she wasn't sorry. His lips were everywhere on her body, suckling her breasts until she felt them swell, her nipples harden. His tongue lapped a trail to her smoothly shaven pussy and Kate stiffened with shock. Even keeping herself clean-shaven, her second husband had not wanted to go down on her, but this stranger had buried himself within her, coaxing her clit to attention. Like her breasts, it too felt like it was bursting --everywhere he touched her she felt her body wanted to errupt and get even closer to him. She was half-insane with wanting him. "Oh, God, Anton, please, please fuck me! You are so great---please"...she trailed off, rolling with an orgasm that was stronger than she had ever felt in her two marriages or the few affairs she'd had. She was flying, writhing in joy when she felt him nip her vaginal lips as his fingers pressed her clit into her public bone. "Yes, yes, bite me, oh, God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard---fuck me!" she screamed as he held her lip ever tighter in his teeth. She felt bliss wash over her, felt closer to this man than she dreamed possible. He moved up her body again to kiss her, and she tasted her own blood on his lips. His cock filled her completely, and he took his time stroking in and out until she was desperate to come again. God, she had never had sex like this in her life, she felt totally wanton and wild, couldn't get enough, couldn't get enough-- and then he came in a cool rush of endless liquid. She was wetter and more satisfied than ever. When he had finally finished, she lay dazed in his arms. "Oh, Anton, we didn't use protection," she whispered sadly. "You have nothing to fear, my Kate. I will come to you tomorrow night." Kate was too exhausted to protest. How she wanted him to hold her until dawn, but she drifted to sleep, feeling well-fucked and, amazingly, well-loved. The next day was beautiful, but Kate had no interest rising from the sleighbed. She was still so tired. She did get up to take a shower, but after opening up the refrigerator, she found she had no interest in the groceries she had bought. Maybe she and Anton would go out for dinner later. She curled up among the pillows and slept. Much later, a shadow passed over her. Anton was in the cottage, holding a candle near. "Ah, my beautiful Kate, you have slept the day away, I see." "I should be ashamed. It's so pretty here, but I was so tired," she said. "I've had a lot of stress lately, and I guess today was just what I needed." "I will give you just what you need, Kate, always," Anton said. His eyes, so dark and penetrating, drew her further in. She felt a gush of wetness between her thighs. My God, with just words this man could almost make her come. The next two weeks would be very interesting. He lay down next to her, stroking her with his long white hands. Somehow she felt much more beautiful. Her breasts seemed fuller, her body thinner, her hair longer. Each spot he touched danced in anticipation, until she was screaming for him. "Bite me, bite me! Oh, Anton, fuck me and make me yours!" She was nearly incoherent with desire. He pinched her labia between his fingers and sank his teeth into her. A jolt reached the tip of her womb and she spasmed intensely. He sucked patiently as she tossed on the bed, holding her down by cupping one breast. She was dizzy and thrilled, felt a kinetic energy within her that made her think if he wasn't holding her down she'd be flying. His tongue returned to her clitoris and she felt herself spurting out---she, who didn't believe in female ejaculation. He chuckled and swallowed her whole. When he at last entered her, she was so in his thrall she would have permitted him to do absolutely anything. "I am so please you are my tenant, Little One." "As am I, My Lord," she breathed, not even aware of her words. He began to suck on her breasts, and she had the most peculiar sensation, as though they were filled with fluid and he were nursing. She'd never had a child--how could this be? "Yes, it's true, Little One," he said, intuiting her thoughts. "I am feasting, and you taste delicious. I am readying you for our son." "I don't understand," Kate said, but sleep was so heavy upon her she didn't even feel him leave her. The next day passed much like the first, though Kate never left the bed. She was not hungry, nor did she have to relieve herself. She was in a half-state of waking, her breasts leaking milk and her cunt flaming with need. Her stomach was slightly rounded, and the few moments she was slightly conscious she knew she was carrying Anton's child. But how could that be? She'd only slept with him twice. Surely all this was impossible. When she awoke her vaginal lips were firmly in his mouth. He suckled them as he had her breasts, and her blood flowed into him joyfully and willingly. His hands traced over her belly. "My son," he said. "But how?" "Because I get what I want, Little One. And you are what I want, what I need. You feel the same way, do you not?" "Yes, My Lord." "Come. Can you stand?" Kate shook her head. "Then, I will carry you. You will see what I have done." He lifted her and took her into the little bathroom and shut the door, placing her on her feet. She swayed and he held her firmly. "Look," he said, pointing to the full length mirror on the back of the door. Kate could barely see, everything seemed so blurry. But she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. All she wanted was for Anton to fuck her again, she needed him that badly. "Look," he said, more sternly. When she opened her eyes, she was standing alone, her short blonde hair now cascading to her waist, her breasts enormous, and she had simultaneously gotten skinny while looking about six months pregnant. She was incredibly beautiful. "I told you I get what I want," came Anton's voice. She could feel him but couldn't see him. How confusing, but she didn't care. "Fuck me, please, My Lord." "We would not want to harm the child," he said softly. "I will take you anally, Little One, and you will come to love that too." Kate just nodded. He carried her back to the bed and lay her on her side. His cold hand slipped something even colder into her anus, and his prick soon followed, filling her with exquisite pain at first, then complete thrill. His hand reached around her huge belly and rubbed her clit, causing her to cum with frenzy. He ended their session by nursing again, draining her breasts of delicious fluid---he squeezed some on his fingers and let her lick. "Tomorrow, Little One, our son will be born and you will be mine forever." "Oh, yes, My Lord." Kate awoke when it was fully dark, a surge of pain coursing through her body. The little cottage was not empty. Her Lord and another were there. She knew they would deliver her baby, and she relaxed in the knowledge that her Lord loved her, had changed her and had given her his most precious gift, a child. When her dark-haired son finally slipped from her body, Anton put him to her breast. The child suckled instictively, growing ever larger in Kate's arms. "He's so big, My Lord," she said, when the nurse took him away to tend him. "Yes, Little One. I have always wanted a son to hunt with, and before too long he will be ready." Kate frowned, but was too tired to argue. She did not even feel her Lord's mouth as he fed upon her. Anton came to her the next night with a lusty toddler. The child nursed voraciously. "I am a bit jealous, Little One, that our son gets this privilege, but I dare not partake of you. It is imperative he receive your nourishment." "Our son? Where is the baby?" whispered Kate, who grew frailer by the day. "In your arms, my dear. I am afraid our kind grows very swiftly. He will not come to you again." Kate felt the child tug at her breasts, nipping with tiny teeth. She nursed until she felt she couldn't possibly have any more milk left, but indeed the child feasted until close to dawn. "I must go, my darling," said Anton, "and take Mikhail with me. I will see you this evening." Late the next afternoon, Kate rose from her bed. She thought must be a mess, but when she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she saw a woman of unsurpassed beauty. She washed herself quickly, fearing she might faint if she stayed out of bed too long. She touched her vaginal folds, feeling the two puncture wounds on each labia. Shivering slightly, she knew what she wanted Anton to do to her tonight, what she needed him to do. This half-life must end. Soon she would be his completely. When he entered the cottage, she lay in a pool of candlelight, her exquisite white body ripe and ready for him. She raised her blue eyes to him, seeking the forbidden truth in his eyes. "You are ready, Little One?" he asked softly. "Yes, My Lord." Pushing her silky hair away, she bared her throat to him. "Please, My Lord, my lover, my husband, make me truly one with you." Anton's fangs flashed in the candlelight. He bent over his beloved, the mother of his child, and killed her with his kiss. When he had finished, they lay together, limbs entwined, tasting, savoring their bodies. He made love to her, this time with the fullness of his powers, and she had never dreamed anything could be this complete. She was his for all eternity, and she was hungry at last. "Tell me, Little One, who shall be your first conquest?" Briefly she thought of Ben, her second husband, but he probably wouldn't taste good. But her friend Samantha, now.... Vampire Vacation I didn't realise how right I'd be when I told my family that I would have an adventure when I did a working vacation in Australia. I was expecting that I'd meet some cute guys or maybe have a lesbian encounter. I was sure I'd see some interesting sights, and meet some interesting people, but wow, just wow. My group had just finished a week of fruit picking. On the weekend Janice and I decided to try a surfing class, we were in Surfer's Paradise after all. I really didn't get all that much surfing in, I mean I pushed the board around in the surf, and then tried to stand on it, only to get knocked off into the water and have to drag the board back out again. Maybe by the end of the lesson I had been actually surfing for like 3 minutes. That said I had a wonderful time and couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Janice was apparently a natural surfer, it seemed like every time I was dragging my board back out, I'd see her actually keeping her balance, and gliding on the water. Of course it doesn't hurt that she actually looks like one of the surfer girls that the Beach Boys describe in their songs. Tall, blond, athletic, I mean I could almost hate her except that she is so much fun to hang around. She's always making new friends and has a knack for keeping things light and fun. I wondered if she would be interested in experimenting... Took a quick shower to get the sea water off, then headed to the pub. There was a great pub about 5 blocks from the hostel, cheap-ish dinners and beers. We met up with some of the other people we were on tour with Tim, Alex, Jen and Erika. After the meal, we started to play drinking games. How to people in Australia play quarters? I mean they don't even have quarters. After digging through our change for the appropriate sized coins we started to play. A few "surfer dudes" asked to join us, and we explained how to play. Everyone was starting to get a little buzzed, when a guy who was almost as pale as me asked to join. (The fact that I'm a Canadian who wears sunscreen practically made my skin glow white, especially compared to the Aussie surfer boys.) He introduced himself as Darren, and in a thick accent he asked to join the game. I scrunched closer to Janice on the bench and he sat down beside me. He was very, very good at quarters, I mean he didn't miss a shot. Quarters was starting to get a little dull, and the drinks were starting to get a bit expensive, so we moved back to the hostel. Tim and Jen left us at this point, and all the surfer boys except Dale. So it was me, Janice, Alex, Erika, Dale and Darren. I'm not sure who suggested the game of Truth or Dare, but everyone thought it was a great idea. Alex asked Janice, "Truth or Dare?" Janice chose dare, and Alex dared her to kiss Erika. A strange look passed Alex's face right after he asked, kind of like he didn't believe that he had just said that. Janice leaned over and planted a sisterly peck on Erika's cheek. Alex said that wasn't what he meant, but Janice replied that he should have specified what he meant to begin with. Janice asked Darren how many girls he had slept with, he replied hundreds, which made us all laugh, since he didn't look much over 21, but he stuck to his story and wouldn't budge. Darren dared Dale to run and jump in the pool in the buff, which he did, very quickly, turning 20 shades of red in the process. Dale then dared me me to kiss Janice, like I was deeply in love with her and hadn't see her for weeks. I looked into Janice's eyes, and she seemed ok or maybe even excited about the idea, so we started to kiss. Softly at first, almost delicately, then we opened our mouths and started to really french kiss. Eventually we sighed and stopped, and everyone in the room started to applaud. One of the guys said "damn that was hot." Janice and I both blushed. For my turn I asked Alex to describe how he lost his virginity. Alex's story had most of us enthralled, it was funny and there was even a car chase after him and the young lady were caught by her over protective father. Dale and Erika had slipped away from the group, onto the other bed in the room. After the story Alex noticed Dale and Erika on the other bed, Dale's towel had fallen open, and they were making out. It might not have been very classy, but we all started to watch as one of Dale's hands massaged Erika's tits, and the other started to explore exactly how short Erika's short shorts were. Alex asked me truth or dare in a hushed voice and I replied dare thoughtlessly. He then said something, but I didn't hear it, as I was too busy watching as Dale's hand got in Erika's shorts, pushed aside her panties, and he started to play with her clit. Alex repeated the question, still very quietly, so that the couple in the corner didn't hear. He said "I dare you to take off your shirt and bra and go join them." I swear that one moment I was sitting fully clothed and the next my shirt was on the floor and my bra was in my hands. I looked at Dale and Erika, and they seemed very into what they were doing. The towel that Dale had been wearing after jumping in the pool had become nothing more than another small blanket on the bed, Erika's clothing was still on, if you could call having her t-shirt sitting above her 34D breasts around her neck, and her bra hanging off one arm. I ogled Dale for a minute and wondered for a moment what his reaction would be. His chest was nice, no hair, and a nice 6 pack. His cock was a decent size, probably 7 inches, and nice and thick. Again it seemed like I blinked and things changed. I was on the 2nd bed sitting beside Erika, my left hand was on Dale's thigh, my right hand was wrapped around Erika, lightly playing with her nipple, while I was going in to give her a kiss. Erika tilted her head and our lips met. There was nothing delicate about this kiss, it was an instantly tongue tangling, gasp for breath kiss. I pinched her nipple, and moved my hand up higher on Dale's leg, so that I could feel his cock. Her nipple was tight and pointy, his cock was so hard it was like silk wrapped steal. I was not left out, and soon felt a hand on my tit and another going up my leg. I'm not sure if the game of truth and dare continued and one by one the rest of the participants were dared to join, or if they just decided that what was happening on the 2nd bed looked like a more fun game, but the next time I looked at the 1st bed, I saw nearly nude bodies entwined. There was a brief pause, where someone decided that we should push the beds together to make up one big bed. While the guys were moving the beds around the girls stripped each other out of our remaining clothes. The girls climbed back on the new and enlarged bed. Erika and I pushed Janice down onto the pillows, Erika started to nibble on her right tit, while I started to nibble on her left. I started to tickle Janice's knee, and Erika emulated it on the other side. We slowly worked our way up to Janice's pussy. Erika started to rub her clit, while I was tracing my fingers around her very wet pussy lips. I pushed a single finger into her pussy and Janice's eyes rolled into the back of her head, I add a second finger in beside the first making her writhe on the bed. A little while later I feel Janice's hand pulling my hair, moving her head towards my face, so that she could kiss me. Almost as soon as I'm kissing her she starts to scream her orgasm into my mouth. The guys applaud our effort, and although I'm not sure if this was exactly their thought but I figure that they thought it was time to make the show a little more interactive. Janice was zoned out from the massive orgasm, and asked for a few minutes to recover. Erika decided that she had some unfinished business with Dale, and pretty much hopped right on top of him and started riding him cowgirl style. Darren and Alex looked at each other and then at me, then Darren asked Alex if he was willing to share. Alex gave me a quick look, then said sure. I quickly grabbed some condoms out of my bag and handed them to the guys, safety first. I tossed a couple over to Dale and Erika, just in case they wanted. With a gentle hand from Darren, I get on my knees in front of Alex. I start to shower light kisses on his cock and balls. I lick the tip and then start to suck his 8 inch cock into my mouth. Every guy I've ever sucked has said I give good blow jobs, if slightly sloppy and noisy. I did my best to suck him down my throat. I bob up and down a few times and then Darren pulls my pony tail yanking my mouth of Alex's cock with hardly a second to take a breath, Darren shoves his cock in my mouth and down my throat. He uses my pony tail to control his thrusting, I just do my best to catch a breath when I can. This is more facefucking than the blowjobs I've given in the past. I debate struggling a bit, but the thought disappears from my head almost as soon as I think it. Honestly I'm surprised how much of Darren's massive 10 inches are disappearing into my mouth. Darren pulls his cock out of my mouth, I glance over and see Erika on her back while Dale is pounding into her pussy, and I notice that Janice is back in action, sitting on Erika's face and kissing Dale as he's thrusting. It's like watching a porno, except so much hotter. I lean forward to get a better look, and Darren comes around from behind and shoves his cock into my dripping pussy. Alex blocks my view and I kind of growl a little, then he pushes his cock back in to my mouth. Darren starts to thrust hard, pushing himself all the way in. I make some sounds around Alex's cock, grunts, groans, almost purring at times. Alex pushes himself deep down my throat and seems to grow larger, he pulls out just a moment before he blows his load. It's a huge load, I do my best to catch it in mouth, but it gets all over my face. He then backs away, and I can see the other threesome, when I'm not enjoying the view of the inside of my eyelids. Darren grabs me and throws me down on my side, facing the other group. He hold my hands together and continues to fuck me. Erika and Janice are kissing each other as Dale blows his load all over both their faces. Erika and Janice then go over to Alex, who is once again hard and ready for action. Darren pulls my pony tail, and like a trigger I start to come, I have an amazingly intense orgasm, I'm panting and screaming and moaning what seems like all at the same time. Then Darren pulls out and sprays his load all over my tits. Things get a little fuzzy after this, I remember sucking more cock, getting fucked in my pussy and I think that someone might have pushed a finger up my ass. I also remember licking out a girl as she was coming and tracing cum around a tit almost lazily. The next morning we wake up. Darren is no where to be seen but the others are still in the room. Us, the bed, the pillows are covered in all various fluids. I have a strange hickey with twin cuts on my upper inner thigh. On the room's little table there is a 6 pack of powerade and a printed note. "Dear travellers, Thank you for last night. I enjoyed it immensely, as the lust and sex adds a very nice flavour to your blood, in addition to the enjoyment of the act itself. I hope you don't object to my helping to lower you inhibitions, and putting a few wicked ideas in your minds. I find that in order to complete before I must retire for the day, that I need to speed the process along. The powerade will help rebuild the fluids lost and heal the marks, a nice side effect of my bite is that you will not have a hang over. I've been told eating red meat for lunch and dinner will probably taste amazing. You are all very lovely, and if you are interested, I will be at the bar again tonight. D " We checked each other and found that we all had the same hickey, in various places. Janice's was on her left breast, Erika's right buttock was marked. Both boys had marks on the shoulder. We drank the powerade, and the marks faded. I was a little sad to see it go, it was such a nice souvenir of the trip.