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Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 01

By: Lady_Dysprosia



The scene: Austin, Texas, an off-campus house party filled with college students. Early summer, with finals almost over. Reason enough for a party. Cheap beer and empty conversation flowed freely.

Jason's band had finished playing their set a half-hour ago, and he was half a beer away from taking off. The band's gear was already in his truck. He'd loaded it himself, since his drum kit was the biggest part of it, and besides, he didn't trust his bandmates with his drum kit. Or his truck for that matter.

Jason Sturmer. Musical prodigy at age five, All-State Band Percussionist at age 18, college dropout at age 20, vagabond drummer-for-hire ever since. Currently the drummer with the neo-shoegaze-trip-hop local band Lazy Cunts.

Jason didn't care much for parties like this. At 25, he felt he was getting a little old for the company. College students, they seemed like such little kids, even though the difference between their ages and his wasn't that great. He knew wasn't going to make any sort of meaningful connections tonight. His bandmates, the same age as Jason, had other ideas, and were milking their temporary celebrity for all it was worth.

At least it was a paying gig. Fifty bucks apiece, except for Percy, who got seventy-five and all the Lone Star they could drink. They'd played on the back lawn of the house for almost two hours, and the crowd seemed to dig it, even though Jason thought they sounded like crap. But it was a gig, and he always enjoyed playing for an audience.

Jason sat inside the house, on a tatty brown couch that was older than he was. He was inside because, although it was kind of stuffy, it was cooler than outside, and less crowded to boot. He was just cooling down, after the gig and the roadie work. The Lone Star was helping as much as lukewarm beer could, but it was on the house, so there you go.

A woman's voice came from the other end of the couch. "Are you troubled?" she said.

Jason looked to see who had spoken. He didn't recognize her. She was older than most of the other party folk, maybe late twenties. Olive-complexioned, foreign-looking but he couldn't place it. Middle-eastern, maybe? Her wavy black hair framed a cute round face, like a pixie's, and she had wide, almond-shaped eyes with coffee-colored irises. She wore no makeup that Jason could see, but her lips were round and pink and full, with a natural pout to them.

Her outfit was nothing remarkable, jeans and a white v-neck tee shirt. Over that she wore a zippered black leather vest that did little to hide the fact that she was blessed with large breasts, at least E-cups, putting her out of the range of casual bra-shopping. Probably explained the vest. He wondered if she was even wearing a bra underneath.

"Life of a drummer, is all," Jason said, answering her question. "Not the easiest gig in the world."

"What's so bad about it?" the woman said. "You get to play your little songs, and for that you receive the accolades of your peers. What more could a human want?"

Jason cocked an eyebrow. The inferred condescension was one thing, but her voice...something about her voice was...off. Her voice was sort of nasally, but it sounded affected. And the way she spoke. Quickly and precisely. Kind of nerdy, or rather, like she was trying to sound nerdy. Like she was trying to hide her real voice for some reason, and didn't think he'd notice.

Whatever, Jason thought. Maybe she was a TA at the college or something. And this was some sort of 'live experiment'. He could play along.

"Well, lemme tell you," Jason began, "It's like this." he gestured with his beer at a small crowd of people across the room.

"See that guy over there?" he said. "The one doing the leg-up against the wall, surrounded by all the teenybopper freshmen? That's Percy Blevins. Stage name's 'One Love'. He's the lead singer of my band. He writes the lyrics, too. Here's the thing. He's a shit singer, and his songs are terrible. Like 'written by toddlers' bad. But, he's good-looking and he's the lead singer, and that's all the fans care about. He gets first share of the accolades."

The woman nodded, somewhat blankly. "Okay," she said.

"Over there," he gestured towards the kitchen, "Is Aiden. He's lead guitar. He mostly plays power chords, and although he thinks he's awesome, he has trouble keeping up. But he's decently attractive, and he plays guitar in a band, so he's next on the pecking order for attention."

"I see," the woman said. "So your other bandmates..."

"Pecking order," Jason repeated. "Keyboards, bass...and at the bottom you have the drummer."

"Why would this be so?" said the woman. She twisted her mouth into a pout that, despite her strange speech, was adorable. "Is it not the idea of a band that all members must work together to produce harmony?"

She seemed genuinely puzzled. "Oh, that's the theory," Jason said. "But practice is whole 'nother thing. Different levels of prestige for different roles. Me, I blame the Stones, god bless 'em anyway."

The woman considered, then nodded. Jason ventured, "You're in academia, right? It's probably like that there too, amirite?"

"Academia...roles..." the woman said absentmindedly, "Yes, I have experienced..." She broke off, paused and then said, "So your band mates are bad musicians. Am I to assume that you yourself are inept?"

Jason snorted. "Are you shitting me? Girl, I'm the only one who's any good! The other guys got into it for the pussy and the money. Me, I've been drumming since before I could talk. Practice daily whether I want to or not. Didn't you see me playing out there?"

"I missed the performance," the woman admitted.

"I'm the only thing holding those guys together," Jason said. "Folks like to talk about how drum machines and synthesizers made live drummers obsolete, but let's see a machine adapt to those lunkheads and make them sound decent."

"So you are an adept?" the woman asked.

"I'd fuckin' say so," Jason said. "I'm like Buddy Rich had a baby with Charlie Watts, and Ringo Starr's the godfather. If I could hook up with a decent band..."

"So," the woman said, "why don't you do that? Hook up with such a band of adepts?"

Jason looked away from the woman, down at his beer bottle, which was almost empty. He swirled the last swallow around, then downed it.

"Gigs are scarce," Jason said. "This town's saturated with bands. And drummers, even shitty drummers, are a dime a dozen. Anyone who can hit the skins even close to 4/4 time considers themselves a drummer, and jerks like my bandmates don't know the difference in quality. Or don't care."

"Is it the lack of musical agency that causes your turmoil," the woman said, "or the dearth of peer accolades?"

It took Jason a second to translate her question from her acedem-ese. Who talks like this? He looked down at his beer. Or have I had one too many?

"I'd like to hook up with a band who took things as seriously as I do, definitely," he said. "But, I'll be honest with you, I'd be happy with just a few dedicated fans who really got me."

"Perhaps," the woman said, "you have one already."

He looked at the woman again, more closely. She was, no question about it, hot. Sexy face, gorgeous hair. And that body was bangin', with those round hips and fantastic boobs. God, the things he would love to do with those boobs...

"You haven't even heard me play, um..." he stumbled. "I didn't get your name."

"Pearl," the woman said. "As in-"

And that moment, the couch jostled, as the ancient springs bounced Jason into the air. He looked to the other end, and saw that a couple had landed forcefully onto it. They were making out furiously, the woman on top of the man, with her legs wrapped around him, and the man's hands on her ass, holding her onto him, and they didn't give a fuck about Jason's or anyone else's conversation.

Jason sighed and turned back to Pearl. "You were saying-" he said.

Pearl was gone.

Jason scanned around the room, but couldn't spy her. It had only been a second, but she was out of sight.

Just my luck, he thought. I finally get a fan, even one who hadn't heard me play, and she ghosts as soon as I look away. Maybe he had laid the whole 'poor drummer' thing on a little thick, but whatever. If she shows up at the next gig, great. If not...win some, lose some.

Still, it would have been nice to see what was underneath that vest. Tits for days, apparently. It had been months since he'd had a post-concert hook-up, and that had barely been worth it. Not after Kristen found out.

Oh, Kristen. Despite how jealous she got, it was a good thing he had with her. Or kind of had with her. They were on-and-off, and he had no idea which it was from week to week. They were kind of a couple, but only semi-serious. He had his bands and she had her school stuff, and they didn't take it much further than that. But she was cool to hang out with. And they sure as hell liked fucking each other.

Nonetheless, if she'd witnessed his exchange with Pearl, and noticed that he had a semi chub even now, she'd bring all sorts of wrath down on him. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing, he thought with a grin.

It was time to go home. There was nothing else for him here. He headed to the bathroom to get a slash in before the drive back. The door was locked. When he knocked he heard "Occupied!", and so he waited. When the door finally opened, a pair of girls came out, looking sheepish and avoiding his gaze. He went in, locked the door behind him and unzipped his fly. While he peed, he noticed that the bathroom smelled of fresh vomit, and saw a couple of chunks on the toilet seat. He imagined the two girls who had just exited, and remembered how freshmen girls were legendary for their inability to handle their booze.

He finished up, zipped his jeans and unlocked the door. As he did so, a dude immediately pushed past him, belching disgustingly as he did so, and slammed the door shut. Jason got out of range before he was subjected that the sounds of the loser's retching.

Jason felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that someone had just texted him.

It was Percy. The message read: "In ur truck. Took gear back home. Pick u up tomr."

Jason read the message a few times, getting more pissed off with each read. That asshole! He didn't care about keeping the gear safe as much as he did about having somewhere to get some head. And since the fucktard didn't have a car of his own...

"Motherfucker!" Jason shouted, and all eyes suddenly snapped to him holding his phone. Jason glared back at them, daring anyone to say something. The only sounds now were the faint strains of Less Than Jake from the PA outside.

After a few seconds, he shook he head and pocketed the phone. People gradually went back to whatever they'd been doing before his outburst.

Jason was furious. He was already picking out some choice words for Percy 'One Love' that would almost certainly get Jason kicked out of the band, but he was not going to let shit like this slide.

Hope you're getting your dick sucked real nice right now, Percy, he thought as he stormed outside, cause tomorrow I'm gonna punch it right the fuck off.

It was a half-hour's walk home from here. Hoping it wouldn't come to that, he texted Kristin, asking if she could give him a ride. He lit a cigarette and smoked it as he waited for her to text him back.

Her reply was speedy, but it wasn't the answer he'd been hoping for. "Sry at hospital tonite, make up to you ltr?"

So were they "on" now? An encouraging thought, but not particularly useful right now.

It had been a long shot, anyway. He was gonna have to hoof it. He didn't have any other options at this time of night, and had little enough time to waste before work in the morning, so hoof it he did.

The way home was as simple as half a mile down 38th street, a mile and a half up Airport, skirting along the skeevy part of town, and then on to Creekside for eight blocks till he got to his apartment building. Easy to say, tedious to travel. With no headphones, and unwilling to keep himself amused by playing on his cellphone, and thus advertise to the world at this hour that he had a nice juicy phone to steal, he was left alone with his thoughts.

As he walked along 38th, past the neat, quiet, well-lit suburban houses, strolling along the streets since there were no sidewalks, his thoughts were dominated by coming up with inventive ways of naming Percy a Level 1 Jackass. But after making the turn onto Airport Avenue, his anger ebbed somewhat. Cars constantly zoomed past (being a main artery of the city, this road was busy at all hours), bringing a rush of noise and wind with them, and then dopplering away again. He began to think about Kristin's text.

"Make it up to you later" could mean a few different things, from "listen to Jason bitch about it while Kristin rolls her eyes" to "buy you lunch" to "I'm gonna ball the frustration out of you". It was hard to tell with Kristin. It wasn't that she was inscrutable or shy with her intentions, it was just that sometimes what seemed obvious to her wasn't what Jason was expecting. These misunderstandings had led to quite a few epic fights, and some seemingly-definitive breakups.

On the other hand, the make-ups had led to some devastatingly phenomenal sex. When Kristin got going she became pretty wild, a vigorous sexual beast who demanded satisfaction and took it. Most of the time, Jason didn't think about sex all that much, but when Kristin got her hooks into him like the way she did...

Jason thought back to their last make-up fuck-fest. It was after she'd found out about the eager fan after the show a few months back.

She had just come back from her afternoon run, damp and glistening with sweat, her blonde hair bound up in a ponytail, to find Jason outside her building waiting for her. He had said he wanted to talk, and she said "Fine."

She remained silent on the walk up to her apartment, while he made protestations and excuses that, he had to admit, sounded lame to him even as he said them. Inside the apartment, she went to the fridge and got a bottle of water, downing almost the whole thing a little too quickly.

"Jesus, it was just a blowjob!" Jason said.

"Yeah, right," Kristen said. She pulled her sky blue tank top, almost the same color as her eyes, over her head and tossed it angrily into the hamper in her room. Now only in her black tank top and running shorts, she crossed her arms under her breasts and scowled at Jason. "It was just a blowjob that you couldn't say no to!"

"Come on," he said, "It's not that big a deal!"

"Oh really?" she said. "So what was it that sealed the deal, huh? Some starry-eyed freshman cunt? 'Ooh, little drummer boy, I wanna play with your drumstick! Spank my ass with it the way you do on stage! Pound me to the beat with your big stick!' You're such a sucker, Jason."

"That's not what happened-" Jason started.

"God, I bet she had big tits, too," Kristin said. "You and your tit thing." She looked down sadly at her own breasts.

Kristin was being ridiculous, as usual. Her breasts were great: full and round, perky-nippled C-cups that felt as good in his hands as they looked packed into the tight shirts she liked to wear. If she wore a top with any sort of neckline, she displayed an eye-catching line of cleavage, and if she wore a V-neck, look out world.

"Kristin," he said, "we talked about this already! Yes, I I like big breasts, but that doesn't mean I don't like yours!"

"I knew it!" Kristin shot back. "You think my tits are too small."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Your tits are great. I love your tits! Don't be stupid!"

"Oh, now I'm stupid too?" Kristin said. "Well, at least now I know what you really want. A stupid girl with big tits to slurp on your cock until you blow a load into her stupid little mouth. That about right?" She grabbed a towel and stormed off to the bathroom.

"Kristin, you keep twisting everything-" The bathroom door slammed, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Jason sat down heavily onto the bed and sighed. There was no winning with her, not when she was in this kind of mood. After fights like these, and there had been more than a few, Jason always wondered if it would be their last one.

They'd specifically decided not to be exclusive. It was one of the rules. She said she was cool with Jason getting his freak on with other people, and Jason had said the same to her, but whenever they fought it was always about one being jealous of the other. Or rather, Kristin being jealous of Jason. If Kristin was getting some elsewhere, she wasn't telling. But Jason wanted to be completely honest, so he told her everything.

Well, just the headlines. Not everything. He didn't tell her that yes, the girl that sucked him off had bigger breasts than Kristin. She'd been kind of dumpy, though. Not very pretty at all, with a bad case of acne across her cheeks and forehead. And hadn't very good at sucking cock either, for that matter.

Mingling after the house party gig, the girl had offered to share a joint with Jason, and he'd accepted. So they'd both been a little high when she half-heartedly asked if he wanted a blowjob, and Jason had half-heartedly said sure. In an unused room in the house, the girl had nibbled and lapped at his member for a few minutes, and Jason had considered calling it off, when she'd suddenly changed position, and heaved her breasts onto his lap. Jason's cock had twitched and stiffened, and she smiled and began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. She left it open and undid the front clasp on her bra, freeing her boobs to bounce against Jason's moist chubby. Her breasts were a bit saggy, but they felt full, heavy and soft against the sensitive skin of his now-stiffening dick. Her areolae were expansive and dark brown, with thumb-sized nipples. Jason clutched her breasts, his palms barely covering her oversize areolae, and he felt her nipples hardening in his hands.

"You have really big breasts," Jason said, a bit dreamily. "So big and beautiful..." He continued to stroke them all over, feeling their weight and shape, anticipating, longing for the moment when he would bury his cock in between them.

She'd giggled and said, "Mmm...thought you'd like that. You guys always want one thing. Well, two things really."

"Put the tip in your mouth," Jason said. He didn't care one way or another if she blew him at this point, he just didn't want any more chatter while he concentrated on fucking her boobs.

He'd pressed her big breasts around his shaft, and it had felt really good. She licked the tip when she could, but compared the feeling of those fat jugs rubbing against his pole, jerking his cock between all that plentiful breast flesh, squeezing her warm funbags tighter around his stiff erection, the tit-fucking was all that mattered right then. He'd looked down at his cock, glistening with the girl's saliva and sliding rapidly between her big, fat titties and he'd felt his balls contracting.

He'd wanted so badly to come while fucking her big jugs, splatter her neck and face with goopy jizz that drizzled down onto the breasts that had been so good at getting him off. But sensing that he was close, she dove her mouth onto his cock right as he came. To her credit, she had swallowed his entire load, barely letting even a drop of his jizz escape her sucking mouth.

She lifted one breast to her mouth, to lick at an errant dollop of cum that had escaped her lips. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, "couldn't let you get me all spoogey. Good thing, too. That was quite a mouthful!"

"Thanks," Jason had said. "You bring out the best in me." He stroked her long, unkempt brown hair, while she closed her shirt and bra, packing away her booby treasures. It had been good enough, all right. Still, he'd felt like he hadn't really done proper justice to her tits. They were the best thing about her, after all.


Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 01



She'd snuggled into him, and he'd let her, but she passed out not long after smoking another J. Jason, under no illusion that this was going to go anywhere, despite the very satisfying titjob, had left her passed out on the couch.

So, yeah, technically a blowjob. But he was in no way going to tell Kristin that what had really gotten him off was the slippery, sloppy, fat-breasted tit-fucking this ugly girl had given him. Christ, he didn't even remember the girl's name. So he wasn't even considering throwing Kristin aside for that. Now when Kristin was-

The bathroom door opened. Kristin came out, and she had changed. Jason had thought she had gone to take a shower, probably to kick him out after he got a good look at her dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Give him that image as punishment, since he wasn't getting the real thing. Now his jaw hung open in amazement.

She was still wearing the running shorts, but now she had on a satiny black push-up bra, and that was all. The bra made her sizeable breasts plump out alluringly, and the tops of her breasts jiggled with each step, coming to rest a fraction of a second after she stopped before him.

Kristin had applied bright red lipstick to her lips. She'd done it inexpertly, using a little too much, like she was new to makeup, although Jason knew that wasn't the case. She had gathered her dusky blonde hair into bunches on either side of her head, replacing her one ponytail with two pigtails. Jason's cock began stiffening in his jeans.

"Oh, drummer boy!" she breathed in a baby doll voice. "I'm new on campus and I've never seen a band live before. You're just the coolest!"

"Kristin," Jason said, "Oh my god, you look..."

Kristin giggled. "I'm kinda dumb, but I've got these big boobies. If you stick your cock here," she raised one finger to her lips and smeared a line of thick lipstick down to her chin, "I'll let you shoot your thick, tasty cum in my mouth."

Jason stood up. He put his hands on Kristin's waist, right above the swell of her generous hips. Her skin was really warm, almost overheated. He couldn't tell if it was anger or desire. Or mania, for that matter. They were all tied up together in Kristin.

"Kristin, baby," he said. "That isn't what I want."

"You sure?" Kristin said. She looked down at the bulge in his jeans, straining against the denim. Then she pressed her body against him, and he could feel her stomach muscles and the heat of her body pressing against his erection, even through the fabric.

"I'm so hot for you, drummer boy," Kristin said, nipping at his jaw. "I don't know anything except fucking and sucking and letting guys shoot cum on me. I'm just a stupid little froshie slut, too dumb for anything except fucking."

She reached down and grabbed a handful of hard cock, giving him a firm squeeze through the denim. "Can you fuck some sense into me with your big dick?" she said, a sly smile playing across her very red lips.

Fuck it, Jason thought, if she's gonna play like this, then game on.

Jason advanced on Kristin, pushing her against the far wall, trapping her between it and him. Kristen yelped precociously.

"You know what?" he said. "This is what I want! I want to feel those slippery lips on my cock. I want you to smear that lipstick all over it, because you're such a messy girl. And then I want you to clean it all off. A good, thorough cleaning, until my dick is stiff as a rock and not a trace of red is left. You hear me? Because then I'm gonna bang this cock on those big titties like a drum while you play with my balls. And then I'm gonna stick my cock between your lips and fuck your mouth until you gag on this dick. I'm going to unload so much come down your throat you'll be tasting it for days. And you know why?"

Kristin shook her head slowly, looking just a bit frightened after his vivid verbal assault.

"Because that's all you're god for. It's time you learned your fucking lesson."

Jason reached up and grabbed hold of her pigtails. She said "Oh!" like she was surprised, even though he knew that had been her intention in putting her hair up like that.

He tugged downward, and said, "On your knees, you dumb little bitch."

Kristin complied, kneeling in front of Jason. She looked up at him, her eyes wide in mock wonder. "What now?" she said.

"You know what to do," Jason said.

"But I-"

"Get that fucking cock out right now!" Jason said.

Kristin smiled, a real Kristin smile, and used her hand to massage the bulge of his dick through his pants.

"I feel you," Kristin breathed. "You're so stiff. So thick and hot..."

Honestly, Jason was a moderate seven - maybe eight - inches long. Not a monster dong, but a decent cock. It had never failed him, though, and it felt good to have a cock that was a firm enough handful for any woman.

Kristin yanked his fly open and pulled his pants down. She gave his meat a couple of firm squeezes through his boxers. Jason moaned.

"That's right," Kristin said, almost to herself. "Nice and hard for the lady. The lady likes this big dick. Does the big dick like the lady? Huh?"

And just like that, Kristen had completely dropped her teenybopper ruse, and was back to being Kristin. And that meant dealing with the "the lady".

Jason didn't know exactly where "the lady" came from, but when Kristin was really hot, really letting herself go, that was when "the lady" came out. And "the lady" was insanely sexual, violently hungry for stimulation, and nearly insatiable. It meant that Kristin was not letting him get away until she had thoroughly exhausted them both.

Jason was on dangerous ground now, and he loved it.

"God, Kristin," Jason said, "The big dick likes everything the lady does."

Kristin giggled seductively. "That's right," she said. "The lady rules this fat fucking cock. Here, let me remind you."

She pulled Jason's boxers down and Jason's cock popped out, stiff and beginning to ooze precum. It smacked her on the cheek, leaving one sticky drop behind. She looked up at him, her mouth open in mock surprise.

"You did that on purpose!" she said, pretending offense.

"And I'll do it again," Jason said. She looked so hot with his stiff rod on her face.

"Fuck you," she said. "I'll do it myself." And with that, Kristin dragged her lips along the underside of his shaft, smearing sticky red lipstick along its length. Jason moaned again softly.

"You like that, huh?" she said. "And this?" Jason watched as she used her lips to draw messy lines all across his dick, holding him firmly with one hand at the base of his tool. Her soft, slick lips kissed and pressed against every inch of his member. Very soon, Kristin's lips were bare of lipstick and his cock was a stiff, unevenly red mess.

"Oh no," Kristen said. "The lady doesn't have any makeup on! What's a lady to do?"

"Don't worry," Jason said. "I got you covered. Let me return the favor."

He took hold of the back of Kristin's head with one hand and his cock with the other, and began to gently bat her face with it. He didn't want to hurt her, but he did want to get her nice and messy.

Kristin took this cock-beating with moans of "mmmm" and "thank you" and "yes" and deep moans. She moved her face around, sometimes opening her mouth, sometimes sticking her tongue out so he could smack his dick against it. Soon enough her pretty face was a sticky, slippery mess of lipstick, saliva and precum.

"So whaddaya think?" Kristin said, looking up at Jason. "Is the lady's face pretty now? Is the lady's face pretty enough to fuck?"

Jason stared in amazement at her face. Her blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her face, which was defiled and debased, red and glistening, with the crimson color most prominent around her lips. His cock was roaringly hard now.

"Fuck, Kristin," he said, "I think I need to-"

She pushed him back suddenly, he fell flat back onto the floor, his cock pointing straight up.

"Jesus!" he yelped. He had been lucky not to whack his head on something. "Are you fucking cra-!"

She was on him instantly, hands on the floor to either side of his hips, her face poised above his dick.

"Fuck what you want!" she said. "The lady wants dick in her mouth, so fuck the pretty lady's face!"

Kristen swallowed him, taking in all of his dick at once. She made a gagging sound, then inexplicably she giggled, and then lifted her mouth up, slowly. Then down again quickly, gag, giggle, and up again. On the upstrokes she worked her tongue on his shaft, licking and caressing his length with her tongue, swirling it along his stiff, pulsing length.

At first, Jason was so shocked by her assault that he couldn't do more than take it. He was incredibly erect, almost impossibly stiff, but far from cumming. He wasn't even sure if he was enjoying it, being reduced to a fuck-stick for "the lady"'s appetites.

But as he felt himself building toward a thunderous orgasm, he reached up and grabbed a hank of Kristen's pigtails in each hand, and began to guide her dick-sucking. Tugging her head down and up, slightly faster each time, instructing her by feel to gradually pick up the pace.

Kristen complied, letting loose. She really wanted this face-fucking. She grunted, animalistically, hungrily, breathing through her nose with such force that Jason could feel the hot breath exiting her nostrils onto his belly. Less tongue action now, and more straight-up fucking. Jason began bucking his hips.

"Oh god, baby..." he moaned, "...get ready...I'm gonna come..."

And then, Kristin backed off. She jerked her hair free of Jason's grasping hands, and her lips slid free of his cock. She sat calmly back on her legs, kneeling again.

"There," she said, wiping a smear of saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. She was breathing heavily.

"All clean," she huffed.

Jason was too shocked to say anything at first. He had been so close to a huge orgasm, and she had stopped him. He looked down at his abandoned cock. It was still sticking straight up, engorged and throbbing. It was like a land mine: the slightest touch could set him off, and he'd launch his jizz into the air like a fountain. But just as she'd said, all the red lipstick was cleaned off. Although now his cock was deep red for a different reason.

"You bitch," Jason said breathlessly. "Get over here and let me spunk in your mouth!"

"I don't think so," Kristin said. "You had your chance. I don't think you want it bad enough. Maybe you know someone who gives better head?"

God, did she ever stop playing?

"Or maybe," Jason said, playing along, still fighting the urge to come at any moment, "maybe there's something else I want from you."

With only a little difficulty, Jason rose to his feet and stood before the kneeling Kristin. He grabbed her pigtails, pulling her upward, forcing her to stand up also. She winced, and that made his cock throb again.

"Maybe," he said, "I want to put this big cock somewhere else. Someplace the lady'll like even more."

"You only think you know what the lady wants," she protested weakly.

Jason took the lead now, leaning down to tongue and nibble her earlobe, and she moaned. Earlobe play pushed her buttons, and it was a delicate business, but Jason had just about perfected it with her. After so much violent activity, this gentleness made Kristen shiver.

At the same time he squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them, cupping them as he pulled her into him to rub her mound against his erect and slippery dick. He was making a mess of her shorts, but from the wetness he felt with his cock, she was making mess of her own on the other side of the fabric.

"God damn, Kristin," he whispered to her, "you're driving my dick crazy. I've got something for you. You want it? Huh, baby? You want me to give it to you?"

She moaned and continued to dry hump his crotch, up and down with increasing fervor. Was she about to come? Had she already?

"Fuuuck, baby!" she chirped. "Fuuuck...baby...fuuuuck - oh!"

Jason had been nipping at her earlobe, and surprised her with a sharp bite. She stiffened and when she did, Jason tugged down on her shorts. They came down as she straightened, exposing her deliciously round ass and neatly trimmed bush, her pubic hair a few shades darker than the hair on her head, but unmistakably blonde.

He slipped a hand along the crack of her ass and gently inserted one finger into her moist slit from behind. 

"Shit...uh!" Kristin said. He began to finger her from behind, his other hand spreading her pussy lips from the front. This meant his cock wasn't getting any attention, but at the pace she had been going he wasn't going to last much longer, and he wanted to make sure he lasted long enough to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Kristin bucked against his digital onslaught, grinding and shuddering as his fingers probed her, in and out, making slippery, squishy noises. He felt the muscles inside her pussy begin to pulse and quiver. He inserted another finger from behind and increased the intensity of his finger-fucking. She matched him stroke for stroke, seeming to want to force his fingers out and suck them back in at the same time.

Kristin body jerked and trembled, and she moaned long and softly as she orgasmed, biting at his chest, then slumping into Jason's embrace. She closed her eyes and sighed, humming a few off-key notes.

"I win," Jason said softly into her ear.

Kristin released him and looked up with dreamy eyes, then almost instantly turned fierce.

"Oh, you think so?" she said.

"Yup," Jason said. "First one to come loses."

"Maybe you don't get to come at all?" Kristin said. She looked down at his still swollen cock. She gave it a hard slap with her hand, and was rewarded with a satisfying smack.

Jason winced, and said "Ow!" But, although it had stung a bit, it also felt really good somehow.

"Then maybe," he said stepping to Kristen, trying to keep his cool, his dick pressing against her belly, "maybe I do find some freshman bitch to fuck. Maybe I do make her come like a fucking tidal wave. Maybe I do give that bitch a big dick to suck on, give her a thick mouthful of sticky come to gulp down. Maybe she gets a nice deep dicking whenever she wants, with no crazy talk, huh? Bet the lady wouldn't like that."

Kristin chuckled and broke off from him. She circled around him to stand at the foot of her bed.

"Not gonna happen," Kristen said.

"And why's that?" Jason said.

"Because the lady won't let it," she said confidently. "You need the lady. The lady makes you hard. The lady makes you come. And the lady makes you come back. Harder. The lady won't ever let you go. The lady wants every fucking inch you've got. And you're gonna give it to her."

Jason was speechless again. He watched as Kristin sat primly on the bed and then leaned back. She stretched her arms above her head and gyrated against the cotton sheets as if they were the most luxurious silk.

"Fuck yeah," Kristin breathed, addressing Jason, but with her eyes closed. "The lady is going to ruin all those other bitches for you."

Kristin's ass was right on the edge of the bed, and she swung her hips gently side to side, her moist pussy a sexual pendulum. Her breasts had nearly bounced free of the frilly bra that had barely contained them in the first place.

Then she tossed both her legs in the air. She yanked her running shorts all the way off and flung them at Jason.

"Now bring that big fat cock over here and fuck the nice lady," she said.

God help the crazy bitch, but she was right. No other woman turned him on the way that Kristin did.

Jason approached the bed, his pulsing cock leading the way. Gently, almost tenderly, he laid his cock against her moist slit, not daring to enter her yet, but wanting to so badly. Her soft pubic fuzz tickled the underside of his cock and it felt electric.

"That's good," Kristin moaned, "now slide it into me, baby."

Jason did, slowly. Kristin grunted as he entered her, and then breathed in slowly, hissing through clenched teeth. Then she exhaled, her mouth rounding into an O as she did so. Centimeter by centimeter, entering her carefully so as to not come instantly, Jason filled her up with his warm cock.

Kristin's exhalations went from silent, to a squeak, to a squeal as Jason entered her fully. His balls now rested against the round softness of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck," said Kristin. "Fuck. Tight squeeze. Perfect fucking fit. God damn."

"You feel so good baby," Jason said. "You make my cock feel so fucking good."

"Fuck the lady slowly, baby," Kristin said dreamily. "Fuck the lady nice and slow. Please?"

"Yes ma'am," Jason said.

He reached down with both hands and lifted her hips up off the bed. Just a couple of inches, but with her shoulders still on the mattress, he now had the freedom and control to fuck her properly. And he knew exactly how to fuck Kristin properly.

He began slowly, sliding out of her pussy as gingerly as he'd entered her. He could feel her gripping his cock with her vaginal walls as he withdrew, and it felt fucking great. She was so wet that he could have pounded away without restraint, but he wanted to feel it all. He wanted her to know he was feeling it. There would be furious banging soon enough, but right now he was all about raising the pressure.

"Feel that, baby?" Jason said. "Feel that dick inside you?"

"mmmm, yeah," Kristin mewled at him. "feels good..."

His cock head just barely slipped out of her, with just the tip still in, and then he pulled her toward him. A little faster this time. No frantic urgency. Control. Fucking Kristin like this gave him all the control. One benefit of being a drummer was having strong arms, and that allowed him to support her weight with all the control he needed to bring her off just right.

He watched her inhale slowly as he patiently filled her with dick. When his balls were again resting against her buttocks, her stomach tensed. He could feel his cock head touching her cervix, and when it did, Kristin let out her breath with an "oooooh". And then, just a little bit faster, he began to withdraw his cock again.

This patient fucking wasn't just for her benefit. He loved the feeling of her pussy walls as she clenched and released the prick moving inside her. He imagined he could see what he was feeling, her soft pink vaginal tunnel caressing this turgid invader, clutching and relaxing against his member as he coaxed a huge orgasm out of her. He loved the feeling of her soft hip flesh in his big hands as he lifted her into and away from him, controlling the pace of the fucking with precise timing. He loved watching her pretty mouth working as she lost the power of speech, her lips now grimacing, now smiling, now forming that perfect "O" that had brought him off dozens on times, when it was wrapped around his dick. He loved watching her breasts jiggle, trembling so gently at first, but jumping up and down as he increased the speed of his thrusting. Her perky brown nipples, so hard now, bounced to the beat of their fucking.

Jason became his cock. His cock was inside Kristin and they were each using each other to get off. Kristin and Jason...they could feel each other as one being, building toward their mutual, explosive finish.

He sped up some more, feeling himself building to a mighty climax.

"more," Kristin moaned. "the lady wants more..."

The sound of her husky pleading almost made him start his final approach to Cumblast City, but he managed to hold off, knowing the reward would be greater for both of them if he delayed just a little bit longer.

"The lady likes?" he said, thrusting in and out of her at a quick but deliberate pace. "Is the lady ready to come on this dick?"

"uhhhh...yeah," Kristin whimpered, "ohgodyeah...love the way you fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."




Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 01



He kept fucking her, so fast now that when he was fully inside her, his balls smacked loudly against her ass cheeks. The feeling was driving her crazy, and building his own orgasm to the point where he'd lose control.

"I'm fucking you, baby," he said. "I'm inside you, making you come. You did this to me. Feel how hard you make me."

"yesss..." Kristin moaned. "so good...fucking me..." She squealed suddenly and he felt her vaginal walls clutch him intensely, squeezing him along the length of his fully inserted cock.

"Fuck, fuck, god damn, fuck!" She yelped this out as her pelvis bucked in Jason's grip. He was definitely going over the edge now, and began pounding her roughly, rhythm be damned.

Jason's felt like his cock was going to explode, literally burst, as Kristin continued cussing, and she spasmed repeatedly against him. Her bucking slowed as her orgasms wound down, but Jason was peaking. This was going to be a good one.

"Oh Jesus fuck, honey I'm gonna – "

But Kristin had one more surprise for him. "Pull it out!" she said. "Pull it out, you dirty fucker! Hose the lady down."

"I'm gonna – " he repeated, straining to get the words out.

"The lady wants to see you come," Kristin growled. "The lady wants to feel your hot come on her skin. The lady wants you to blow your load all over her!"

With deft quickness, she angled her legs from their position wrapped around Jason's back. Now they were on his shoulders, firmly pushing him back so that he was no longer inside her cunt, but instead his cock was sliding against her sopping wet slit. She pressed her thighs together, surrounding his cock, and the flesh there was enough to form a pseudo-pussy for him to fuck.

"There you go, drummer boy," Kristin said, "pound away."

He pounded away, resuming his former speed. In fact, with his cock covered in her pussy juices, and free from the upper limit of Kristin's cervix, he could fuck her as hard as he wanted to without fear of hurting her. A few strokes and he was harder than ever, ready to blow.

His balls bounced against her ass forcefully, making a pop, pop sound each time. Her pussy was still soft and engorged and wet, lubing his cock from below. And her thighs were soft but squeezed his cock with amazing firmness. Kristin coaxed him on through each thunderous thrust.

"That's it, baby, 'splode on the lady. Shoot that cum all over me. God, you're gonna get me so messy. Sloppy jizz all over my tummy. I'm squeezing my titties for you, honey, can you shoot on them from there? And on my face...if I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, will I get to taste you? You gonna get jizz in my eye? The lady needs you to nut hard, baby. The lady wants a hot, sticky load..."

Jason lost it. No sexy repartee, no witty comebacks, he was just a thrusting, fucking animal, grunting desperately for his long-delayed release. Kristin was such a bitch for making him into this, and he was going to show his appreciation.

He grunted "UH!" and began spurting cum on Kristin's lovely, gyrating body.

His first blast was a thick, gooey rope that ended just south of her sternum. Then a second spurt arced through the air and landed with an audible splat on Kristin's face, her mouth open in surprise, his jism streaked from cheek to chin, painting a thick white line against the red smeared there. A third blast almost missed her completely, most of it landing on the pillow behind her head, but a few drops fell into her hair. The last big blast was a messy one, spraying globs of cum that ranged from the underside of her chin to her breasts to her already slimy belly.

"Fuck, baby," Jason said. His thrusting had ceased, and a steady trickle of cum oozed from the tip of his cock to pool on Kristin's stomach. "You're so good to me."

"Turnabout's fair play, honey," Kristin said, scooping jism off her breasts with her fingers and then licking her fingers clean. "mmm, I think I'm still coming."

Jason's cock, still trapped between her thighs, was pressed against her slit. She squeezed her thighs together and he felt her pussy quiver once more. Kristen sighed, smiling.

"You're forgiven, by the way," she said. "And then some."

"That's a relief," Jason said. He exhaled. Kristin giggled and released his spent, but still-erect, cock from her thighs. He set her ass back down on the bed and straddled her belly. Her tummy was so slippery against his balls that the sensation caused his cock to twitch again, but after this session he was going to have to wait a bit before he could even think about coming again.

"Um," he said, "you got a little something..." and nodded at the top of her head.

She leaned up on her elbows and fixed him with a glare. "Did you get come in my hair, you bastard?" Jason shrugged.

"Bad cock!" She said, and playfully smacked his cock with the flat of her hand. Like before, Jason both winced and welcomed it, the pain and pleasure getting all mixed up again.

He leaned in and kissed her mouth deeply, tasting the come he had so recently sprayed her with, and then lay down beside her on the bed.

They lay side by side, fingers entwined, exhausted and catching their breath, letting the sweat evaporate from their skin. The room smelled strongly of sex to Jason, and if he could notice the scent that he was part of, it must have smelled like a damn whorehouse. Fortunately, Kristin's roommate was out for the afternoon.

"We should do this every day," Kristin said.

"If we did this every day, we'd kill each other," Jason said. "Exhaustion, or heart attack. But what a way to go."

"Lucky for you I'm training to be a nurse," Kristin said. And after that, they had drifted off to sleep in the waning light of afternoon.

That had been almost two weeks ago, and besides a brief lunch this past Monday, he hadn't seen her since. He hoped they were still on, because aside from the fact that he liked her (even when she was being a stubborn crazy-jealous butthead), she was the most fantastic lay he'd ever had.

As his reverie wound down, Jason became aware that he was now walking about town with a full-on erection that was visible through his jeans.

What the hell?, he thought, it's 1 in the morning and I'm sporting a woodie that won't quit, in full view of the denizens of–

His thoughts stopped short, as he suddenly realized that he had no idea where he was. The memory of fucking Kristin had been unusually vivid, so immersive that he'd let his feet do the thinking. But instead of continuing down Airport to his neighborhood, he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Jason had veered off to the East Side, also known as the bad part of town.

Bad was relative, of course. Although the locals referred to it as "the hood" it wasn't like an inner-city 'hood. The property values were lower than the more affluent parts of town, and the houses were a little older, a bit more run-down, a lot of chain link fences instead of wood, but it wasn't really that bad.

A few years back, Jason had shacked up with a couple of buddies in a rented East Side house, and it was alright. There were stories about drug dealers selling meth from astride their bicycles, and the occasional surprise gunshot when you least expected it, but for the most part the folks were nice if you took the trouble to get to know them. He'd caught more grief from his unreliable housemates than he had from the neighbors.

Nonetheless, it was the wee hours of the morning now, and he was lost. He hadn't spotted a street sign yet, and his hard-on was being stubborn and wouldn't subside. In fact, just the motion of walking, with the way his penis was snugged between his jeans and his thigh, was making it worse.

Or was it something else? He had a feeling...

There was something in his head. Like a memory of the memory he had just relived on his way here. It was almost as if someone else was listening in.

But that was crazy. There wasn't a soul around.

Stranger still, even though Jason didn't know where he was, he was still walking like he had a purpose. This didn't feel like aimless wandering. His feet were taking him somewhere. No, that wasn't quite right. He felt a tugging, one that he couldn't acknowledge on a conscious level, but a feeling to which his legs responded, leading him through this unfamiliar neighborhood to get there.

And the most curious part was that he wasn't worried.

He should be terrified. Maybe he was going crazy, and this was how it started. Because this was clearly a bad plan, but he didn't seem capable of doing the smart thing and trying to head back the way he came. Find Airport, stumble home, and chalk the whole thing up to getting lost in thought. But he didn't. Unconcerned, he let himself be tugged to wherever his feet were taking him.

Ten blocks later, he saw the orange-tinged sodium lights of Dean Keaton Road. He'd traversed the width of entire city, and was now on the outskirts. Why had he done that? He knew where he was now, but he was easily three times as far from his apartment as he'd been when he'd first started out.

Still his feet led him on. Onto the sidewalk, the cars in the steady overnight traffic pushing wind into him as they sped past. He had built up a sheen of oily sweat, a combination of the Texas Summer night air (which wouldn't dip below seventy-five degrees until September at least), and walking at a steady pace for over an hour. Whenever a car sped by, he welcomed the sudden, brief whoosh of breeze.

And still he kept walking.

He approached a cluster of buildings, the kind you only find on the edges of towns. A gas station/convenience store/waffle house whose lights were still on. A burger place next to that, lights off. And a small Super 8 Motel, its giant yellow sign dominating the area with its illumination. His feet were taking him right toward it. Yes, the tugging was definitely coming from there.

The motel was on the same side of the road as Jason, but there was a four-way intersection between him and it with a red light showing. Without even bothering to look for oncoming traffic, Jason crossed the road.

This finally alarmed him. That wasn't like him. He hadn't even taken the small precaution of turning his head to avoid the possibility of a senseless death. But there were no cars, and he reached the other side safely.

Once on the curb, he stopped. Rather, he made a conscious decision to stop, and forced himself to follow through. Something must be wrong with him. Why the hell was he headed to a Super 8 in the middle of nowhere? What was he supposed to do or find when he got there? Had someone put something in his beer at the party? Ludicrous, but it was the only explanation Jason had.

Whatever the reason, he told himself, it had to end now.

"It ends now," Jason repeated aloud. "I'm going home." The light at the intersection was green now. He turned and took a step back the way he came - 

Come

Jason stopped.

He had heard that for sure. Jason looked around, trying to spot the speaker. He or she had to be close by, since he had heard it clearly, and it hadn't been a shout.

Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if it had been a male or female voice. It seemed to be just the word, spoken right to him.

Nobody. Not even a vagrant hanging out under the overpass.

...or maybe he had imagined it. The mind can do strange things. He turned back to the intersection–

Come

You must come

Jason turned back around to face the hotel, and started walking toward it.

He didn't want to. He wanted to do anything but go toward the place, but he couldn't help himself. The voice had told him to, so he obeyed.

He walked among the few cars parked in the yellow-lit parking lot of the hotel, casting long shadows on the concrete. He was headed toward the back of the place, that much he knew. This was a two-story motel, with room doors that opened directly to the outside. No having to go through a lobby to get to your room. Jason's eyes focused now on the room that his feet were taking him to. It was a ground-level room, number 117.

Jason reached the room door and stopped. What now? He stood before the door, pondering. He looked around and saw no one. The room had one window, and although the heavy privacy curtain had been pulled shut, he didn't think the lights were on behind it.

"Okay," Jason muttered. "This was fun, but I really gotta be going now..."

You must come

And then, he knew what to do. He reached a hand into his right front pocket (the motion causing his still-very erect penis to jumble against his thigh) and felt the plastic card there.

He pulled it out and looked at it. It was a room key card. Jason hadn't the faintest clue how it had gotten there.

Before he could stop himself, he inserted the card into the slot on the door and pulled it out again. The door beeped and the light on the lock turned green. As soon as it did, his hand reached out and pulled the handle down to open the door.

A small part of his brain was telling him how inarguably wrong this all was, but it was overridden by the command of the voice. Come it had said, and Jason found that more than anything he wanted to come.

He entered the room, which was unlit. The door swung shut, and then he was in total darkness.

"Uh," Jason said to the dark. "Hello. Don't kill me."

A table lamp flicked on, bathing the room in warm light. It was your typical hotel room, as far as Jason could tell. TV, desk, mini-fridge. Bathroom off to the left with the door standing open. In the center of the opposite wall there was a big, neatly made up bed with a couple of fluffy white pillows propped up against the headrest. Next to the bed there was a small bedside table that supported the lamp, and next to that, an ugly paisley-upholstered chair.

But who had turned on the lamp? It couldn't have turned itself on, could it?

"Kill you?" said a husky voice right behind his ear.

Startled, Jason turned around. Standing there with a smile that looked more quizzical than pleased, was Pearl, the leather vest woman from the party.

"That would be such a waste," she said. "Don't you think?"

Pearl stepped toward Jason, who found to his alarm, that he couldn't move. His cock was throbbing now; he could feel it pulsing with the thunderous beating of his heart.

Pearl walked around him in a slow circle, as if inspecting him.

"After all the time and trouble it took to get you here, killing you would be..." she closed her eyes and sniffed deeply of the air around him, "unproductive."

She stood before Jason and put her hands on his jaw, turning his head slightly left and right, then moved her hands down his chest with deliberate slowness.

Everything about this felt wrong to Jason. Well, almost everything. His body responded to this alluring and forward woman, and he found he was eager for her to get on with whatever it was she planned on doing to him.

Her hands were around his waist now, and he could feel her fingers through his jeans, pressing into his buttocks. 

"Then, why am I here?" Jason managed to ask.

"Because I wanted you to come," Pearl said. "I needed you to come." She suddenly jerked his body toward her, pulling him into her. He could feel weight of her considerable breasts pressing into his chest, her hips against his. Heat radiated from her, but it wasn't like normal human body heat; she was like a furnace.

"I still need you to come," she in a breathy voice, very different from the affected voice she had used at the party. One of her hands slipped down his thigh and gripped his hammering erection through his jeans.

"Don't you want to come?" Pearl said, she said her mouth right next to his ear, her voice barely a whisper.

Jason moaned with pleasure at her touch. "Yes," he said softly. He very much wanted to come.

End Part 1



Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 02



"Excellent," Pearl said. 

She moved away from him to stand by the edge of the bed. "Let's begin, shall we?" she said. 

Pearl unbuttoned her vest, starting with the top buttons. The upper slopes of her breasts, exposed by the V of the t-shirt underneath, pressed together to form deep cleavage, which jiggled maddeningly with the popping of each button. Jason was mesmerized. 

She shrugged the vest free from her shoulders. The motion caused the white tee to stretch to the limit under the pressure of her magnificently full bosom. 

Jason caught his breath. Pearl's breasts were much bigger than Kristin's, larger even than the anonymous titty-fucking stoner's. If he ever got his cock between those succulent melons he doubted he's last more than a minute before blasting hot cum all over them. 

"Do you like what you see?" Pearl asked. 

Jason nodded dumbly. His head was swimming and his thoughts felt foggy, but he certainly did like what he was seeing. 

Helplessly, Jason watched as Pearl crawled onto the bed, on all fours, turning in a slow circle like a cat, until she faced Jason. She wore nothing now except her white t-shirt and her curve-hugging jeans. Her ass cheeks flexed seductively, and her breasts jiggled and bounced, deliciously free under the t-shirt. Dark waves of hair framed her face as she spoke to Jason, staring directly into his eyes. 

"Come to me," she said. 

Though she spoke softly, there was compulsion in her voice. Somehow, Jason's jeans were off, and he was approaching the bed. Jason's stiff cock seemed to be leading the way. His body was no longer his own, and, caught in the power of this temptress, he felt like a passenger in his own body. 

"Yes," Pearl encouraged. "Come to me. That's it..." 

Jason stood at the edge of the bed, still wearing his t-shirt and socks, but only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs separated his erect and throbbing cock from Pearl's face. 

Pearl leaned slowly into his groin, to rub her face against his bulge. With his turgid cock he could feel her warmth again, her more-than body heat, could feel her hunger, the wanting in her, as she inhaled deeply of his scent. 

"Mmmmyesss," Pearl said. "This will do. So ripe you are...so ready..." 

She reached for his waistband with one hand, and, almost gingerly, pulled his underwear down to expose his engorged member. 

Fully erect and heavy, his dick bounced once before coming to rest, pointed directly at her mouth. Her full, pink lips were only an inch away, ready to engulf his all-too-willing member. Pearl's lips curled into a wicked smile. 

"Let me delight you," she purred. 

She parted her lips and leaned, mouth first, into Jason. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and slowly took him in, inch by inch, until Jason's cock was inserted fully into her mouth. Her nose came to rest buried in his pubic hair. Then... 

Then...nothing. 

Jason waited for her to do something. But Pearl remained motionless, with his cock in her mouth. 

"Okay..." Jason said. "Is that it?" 

Pearl looked up at him, arching her eyebrows. She tried to say something then, but since her mouth was full, it came out as a series of grunts. Jason gave a not-understanding shrug. 

She backed away, releasing Jason's cock from her mouth. 

"Now you expel your seed," she said, and then, without ceremony, gobbled his cock to the hilt again, and resumed being utterly still. 

Jason was puzzled. After all the buildup he had expected something a little more...vigorous. 

Jason waited a few seconds, expectantly, for Pearl to do something else. When she didn't, he tried pumping his hips, tentatively, to see if maybe she would get into it and join him in the activity. No dice. She was just like a statue, albeit one that occasionally glanced up at him impatiently. 

Jason's matched her impatience with bewilderment. Her mouth felt good, wet and warm, and she seemed to want this as much as he did. But there was just...nothing. 

Pearl unswallowed his cock again. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "Is this not something you fantasize about?" 

"Well, sure," Jason began, "Kinda. But I mean, you can't just...hang out there. You gotta show some interest." 

"I am interested," Pearl insisted. "I am quite interested in devouring your male essence." 

"Well, you're not going to get it like that," Jason said. 

"Nonsense," Pearl said. "My research was clear: this is a proven method to make men ejaculate." 

"Research?" Jason said. "What, like blowjob research?" 

"Of course," Pearl said. "I perused your memories during the summoning. You can't deny that you don't like this, I saw it quite clearly in your mind." 

Jason was puzzled. Summoning? Mind stuff? "Are you saying that you're the one who - " 

Pearl rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Yes, yes...It was a simple enough suite of spells. Now if you don't mind," she said, and then, quite un-sexily, swallowed his cock again. 

Wow, Jason thought. He'd had less-than-exciting blowjobs before, but this was dismal. He actually felt a little bit embarrassed for Pearl. Had she never done this before? 

After a minute more of inaction, Jason felt his hard-on subsiding. As his dick softened in her mouth, he felt the thought-fogginess in his mind dissipating. 

With that, his mind began to clear, and recent events replayed in his head. His arrival here, accompanied by the vivid reverie of Kristin. Pearl's strange control over him and his willingness to do as she said. The talk about spells and summonings. It all added up to major weirdness. 

"O-kay," Jason said, backing away, pulling his cock out of Pearl's mouth. "You're a hoot and all, but I don't think this is gonna work out. Maybe I should just go..." 

Pearl stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "You can't," she protested. "I haven't yet received my semen." 

"Look, you're a great gal," Jason said, "And some day I'm sure you'll get all the semen you want." Looking around, he spied his jeans and shoes and bent to pick them up. 

Pearl muttered behind him, seemingly to herself. "Strange," she said, frowning. "There shouldn't be this much resistance. Could I have gotten the incantation wrong...?" 

"Yeah, look," Jason said. "I've had just about enough crazy for one night, so I'm just gonna," he made a whistling sound and nodded at the door, pulling on his pants. 

"Fine," Pearl said, with an air of resignation. She hopped off the bed, and Jason watched her breasts bounce under her shirt. She picked her vest up off the floor and fished around for something inside one of the zippered pockets. 

"I didn't want to have to resort to something so crass, but it's within the rules, so..." Pearl pulled something gold out of the vest pocket and held it out for Jason to see. 

"Here," Pearl said. "One gold diabolus." 

This got Jason's attention. He leaned in to look more closely at the object. It appeared to be a big gold coin, as thick as his thumb was wide. On the face he could see there was an embossed profile of a woman whom he didn't recognize, but didn't look entirely unlike Pearl. Angular, un-English characters were inscribed along the outer edge. 

"Is that real gold?" Jason said, reaching for the coin. 

Pearl snatched it away. "Uh-uh-uh," she said. "Payment. Yours, but only after you give me what I want." 

She set the coin on the nightstand safely out of Jason's reach. Jason looked longingly, from the coin, to Pearl, and back to the coin. 

Crazy chick or not, a hunk of gold like that could solve a lot of money problems. And while it would mean that he was technically prostituting himself, he had to admit that he'd fucked less-hot, less-crazy girls than Pearl, and for nothing more than the thrill of getting his rocks off. 

"Do we have a deal?" Pearl prompted. 

"Okay," Jason said at last. "Yeah, fine. I'll give you what you want." He pulled his pants off again, and found that his cock had stiffened anew. Apparently the idea of illicit sex trade appealed to the slutty part of his nature. 

Pearl's face brightened, and she smiled widely. "I knew we could come to an accord!" She reached for his face, and Jason abruptly felt a sharp pain on his cheek. 

"Ow!" he yelped. "Did you - " 

Pearl put her pinky nail in her mouth and licked it. "It's nothing," she said. "Don't worry about it. Now..." 

She bounced to sit on the bed and motioned for Jason to stand in front of her. 

"So," Jason said. "Do you want me to jerk off on you or...?" 

Pearl shook her head. "No," she said. "I must be the one who brings your climax. My flesh against yours, or it won't work." 

"Then we're might have some problems," Jason said. He didn't know what was supposed to "work", but from previous experience... 

"What do you mean?" Pearl said, suspiciously. 

"No offense," said Jason, "but your technique sucks. And not in the good way." 

"My technique is irrelevant," Pearl protested. "Humans cannot resist the touch of our flesh. If there's any problem, it lies with you." 

"Case in point," Jason said. "Insulting my virility. Great start." 

"Very well," Pearl said. "What would you have me do?" 

"I can't just come, y'know," Jason said. "You have to build up to it. Tease me. Excite me. Surprise me a little." 

"And how do I do that?" Pearl said, with an interested sparkle in her eyes. Those eyes of hers were quite lovely. 

"Use your hand," Jason said. "Cup my balls." 

"Like this?" Pearl said. She embraced his scrotum through his boxers with her palm. 

"Yes," Jason said. "Massage them. Gently. I want to feel your fingers, but not painfully. Yes...that's good..." 

Pearl caressed Jason's nutsack with deliberate care. Her hand was warm, and the feeling was heavenly. His cock twitched excitedly. 

"Very nice," Pearl said. "So full. I'd wager there is much semen in here." 

"Hmmm," Jason said. "Your dirty talk could use some work..." 

Pearl looked up into Jason's eyes, and he noticed a change. Where once they had been a rich coffee-brown, now they were completely black. The sparkle was there still, but now they literally sparkled. Tiny yellow flames darted across the surface. He found he couldn't look away. 

"Tell me about 'dirty talk'" Pearl said. 

Jason found himself compelled to answer. "You have to say really nice things," he said, adding, "or really filthy things." 

"Example," Pearl said. 

Jason was captivated. She's so beautiful, he thought, but so naive. I should really help her out. 

"Tell me how big my balls are," he said. "How good they feel in your hand. How you want to rub your face with them." 

Pearl massaged his scrotum and pondered his advice for a bit. "Such big balls," she said. "They feel so good in my hand. I want you to rub - " 

"You've got to improvise, dear," Jason said, thinking, "Silly Pearl." 

"I see," Pearl said. She concentrated, and the flames danced in her eyes for a few moments. 

Jason felt as if there were pages turning in his head. Only instead of printed words on those pages, images were being rifled through. Screencaps of pornos he'd seen...remembrances of sex he'd had with other women...dirty things he had done with Kristin. Come to think of it, the feeling was familiar...similar to the feeling he'd had walking through the 'hood, when he'd been reliving his sexcapde with Kristin... 

Pearl began to speak in a slow, husky voice. "Oh my god, baby, these balls are so big. Are they full of cum, baby? I wanna squeeze it all out of you. Stuff these balls in my mouth and gobble them up. Slobber them up nice and slick and let you bounce these big fucking balls on my cheeks." 

Jason's cock jerked to renewed attention. Shit, where had that come from!? He grunted involuntarily, but was still unable to break from Pearl's gaze. 

"Excellent," Pearl said. Then in her compelling voice, she said, "More". 

"Pull down my shorts," Jason said dreamily. "Let that fucker out." 

Pearl hooked her fingers into his waistband, but Jason said, "Uh-uh. Use your teeth." 

Pearl, eyes still locked with Jason's, looked at him with a sly smile, and then complied. He saw her bite the edge of his waistband, felt the nip of her lips and teeth on his abdomen. Her warm breath licked his flesh as she pulled his boxers down slowly, freeing his boner again. 

"Oh, that's nice, baby. Jerk my dick with your hand," he said. "Stroke it up and down. Firm, but not too tight." 

Pearl got the idea. She encircled his cock with one hand, stroking him steadily from root to head, and kept her other hand working his nutsack. 

"Oh, you're getting so big, baby," Pearl said, her eyes locked with his again. Black and sparking and irresistible. 

"Your cock feels so good in my hand, baby" Pearl said. "Such a big fuck-stick to play with. You like the way I stroke you, huh? Do you like how I jerk your big cock?" 

"Yes," Jason breathed. "That's really good. You started off lousy, but...wow." 

Pearl giggled. "Granny always said I was a quick study, even if I did lack discipline." she said. 

That was a weird thing to say, but she was stroking his cock so well, he let it pass. Really, how had she gotten good this...? 

Because he'd told her. He'd told her exactly what he liked, and she was using that knowledge to build him up. Something about her eyes... 

He was confused and didn't know thoughts were his own. If only he could look away from her eyes... 

"Use your mouth," he said. "Your mouth and your hands." 

"Everything, baby?" Pearl said, nuzzling Jason's cock against her cheek. "You want it all?" 

"Yes," Jason hissed. "Put the head in your mouth. Jerk my shaft you while you squeeze my balls." 

"Interesting," Pearl said. She lowered her eyes to wrap her lips around his cock head. 

Victory! Jason thought. She no longer held him with her eyes! Now he had a chance to shake off - 

Holy shit, that felt incredible. 

Pearl had taken all his advice to heart. She had found just the right way to squeeze his balls, and jerked his cock with long, firm strokes that drove him crazy. Pink lips gently sucked at him, and, once inside her mouth, Pearl's tongue teased his sensitive cock head. 

Jason was lost in her. He had traded the verbal compulsions brought on by Pearl's hypnotic gaze for the ministrations of her hands and mouth. And like any obedient, lust-filled male, he felt himself building up to a powerful runaway orgasm. 

Shit, he thought, but nonetheless found himself helpless in her clutch. 

Sometimes the top half of his dick was in Pearl's mouth, and she licked her tongue around his mast, moaning appreciatively. When she popped his dick out to better stroke it, Pearl said such wonderful, nasty things. 

"You like your big dick in my mouth? You could hurt a girl with this big thing, you know. A cock like this could really choke a bitch. Want to see?" 

She put both hands on his ball sack to fondle and squeeze his nuts, and began to bob on Jason's cock. Slowly at first, but increasing in intensity with each repetition. 

Whatever research this girl had done, Jason wished other girls would start taking notes. She had been a slow starter but now she was really fucking - 

She's in your head, you idiot! he tried to remind himself. But he was enraptured by Pearl's head work. 

"That's it..." Pearl said. "I'm going to jerk your big dick just like this, until you can't help but spooge all over me. Does that sound good, baby? Think about how good you'll feel, pumping all that yummy spunk onto me..." 

"Oh god," Jason said. He could feel himself giving in, feel his scrotum tightening, feel the oncoming orgasm. He would blow his load any second now, and Pearl would get what she wanted. 

"You want to come so bad," Pearl said. "I can feel it, you know." She stroked his rampantly hard dick all over her face. "You want to explode...pump loads of your hot jizz onto my face, splatter me with all that man juice. Go all the way for me, baby...you're so close..." 

She was right. Jason was close to unloading on her. He imagined how hot she'd look with her pixie-face coated with his spunk. Forehead all splattered and gooey, those perfect, kissable cheeks shiny with his spooge, earrings made of glistening jism, creamy white cum painting her pink lips, her tongue emerging to lick those lips clean and slurp his hot juices, except for one drop that slowly makes its way down to her chin and, after a breathtaking second, drops down to splash onto the upper slope of one full, quivering breast mound... 

Jason began leaking pre-cum, and Pearl lapped it up eagerly. "Oh, baby, you taste so good! I'd heard the stories of man-cum..." 

Pearl jerked his cock into her mouth with increasing urgency, using faster strokes she pumped her hand along his shaft, her rapid tongue action rough and delicate on his glans. Just the way she was working his balls was enough to make a man blow his load, but her fervor had his full attention now. 

"Delicious..." Lick, lick. 

"Powerful..." Lick, lick. 

"Soul essence..." 

Soul essence? 

Taking Jason's cock out of her mouth, she purred, "Come on, baby...spurt that ooey-gooey jizz for me. Come for me...a deep soul-come...give me your soul...I need it so bad, baby...I know you want to give it to me..." 

Jason felt himself about to come. Not just his cock, and not just a body rocking orgasm. Crazy as it sounded, it felt like his spirit was about to ejaculate. And Pearl was right: almost every fiber of his being wanted to. 

Except for a small, persistent voice in his head that was telling him that this was wrong wrong wrong! 

Somehow, that small voice won out. At the last possible second before he reached the point of no return, Jason stepped back, tripping and falling on his ass, freeing his cock from Pearl's grip. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jason said. "I don't know what this is, or what's happening here, but this is fucked up!" 

"Aww, baby," Pearl said in a sweet baby-girl voice, "Don't be like that. You're ready to...pop." 

She hit the last word hard, making it echo in Jason's ears. "Let me jerk that big fucker off for you. Here's your target..." 

She leaned back on her hands, displaying her upper body for him. Such dangerously seductive curves, her ample cleavage quivering, and her delicate, flawless throat, all waiting for a copious coating of cum, while staring at him with those black and sparking eyes. 

But the eyes weren't working on him anymore. Maybe the terror he had felt had something to do with it. 

Jason launched himself at the room door, deciding that whatever embarrassing consequences might arise from running pantsless across the parking lot of the Super 8 would be worth it to avoid whatever Pearl had planned for him. 

He reached out to grab the door handle and missed. 

Missed? WTF? 

He tried again, and missed again even harder. 

It wasn't so much that he was missing the handle, but rather that something was stopping his from reaching it. Something soft, but unyielding. Something invisible. 

Pearl was still sitting on the bed, talking to herself, having seemingly forgotten Jason for the moment. 

"I don't understand. I researched this. I used all the right spells. The scrying led me to him. Humans are supposed to be easy..." 

Jason, meanwhile, gave up on the door handle. He leaned into the invisible barrier, trying to push past it, and found that he couldn't. He threw himself at the barrier, and bounced off ineffectively. 

Pearl stood up and stamped her foot. "It's not fair!" she yelped. "I should be drenched in semen by now! Drenched in semen and taking the body - " 

Jason's froze. He turned around and saw that Pearl had her hand over her mouth. 

"What?!" Jason said. He really didn't like being referred to as 'the body'. 




Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 02



"Oh," Pearl said, grimacing. "Yeah...well. I guess the cat's out now, isn't it?" With slow, deliberate steps, Pearl strode toward him. 

"Stay back!" Jason yelled. "Let me out of here! Don't come near me! Let me out of here! HELP! HELP!" 

Pearl leaned her body into Jason, pinning him against the invisible barrier. Her breasts smooshed against his chest, her denim-clad crotch pressed into his groin, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

"Chalk circle, big guy," she said. "No sound, no light, and no Jason gets out until I say so." 

Jason looked around the room and saw, to his horror, that there was indeed a line of white traced around the perimeter of the room. It wasn't a circle, but apparently it didn't have to be. 

"Now that we both know what's at stake here," Pearl said, "let's get this over with." 

"No," said Jason. "You can't make me." 

Pearl smiled, revealing teeth so white they seemed to brighten the room all on their own. Not as bright, however, as the yellow bolts of fire sparking in her obsidian eyes. 

"That's where you're wrong, baby," Pearl said. 

She reached up with one hand to grab him by the throat. Jason grabbed at her with both hands to pry hers loose, but it was like fighting with a stone. Her grip wavered not at all. 

Pearl lifted him by the throat, easily, and Jason's feet almost left the ground. Choking, Jason struggled helplessly as Pearl guided him back toward the bed. When they reached it, Pearl threw him down backwards where he bounced once as he coughed, gasping for air. 

Standing above Jason, Pearl studied him. "My portal closes in three hours," she said. "And before I go, I will get what I came for." 

"You can't...make me..." Jason choked out. 

"I disagree," Pearl said. "And so does that tasty fucker down there." 

Jason looked down and saw that his cock, despite everything that had happened, was still fully erect. 

"You can't fool me," Pearl said unbuttoning her jeans. "I looked into your mind. You like it rough. And sweetie, it's about to get rough." 

Without warning, Pearl yanked at the sides of her jeans. The fabric ripped away, shredded into long strips as if they were breakaway pants, and she stepped free of the remnants. 

His penis twitched against his belly. Stop it, you idiot! Jason thought. But he stared, dumbstruck, at the nearly nude figure of Pearl. 

She wore no panties. Her legs were thick, but toned, and her hips were wide and voluptuous. He could bounce a lot more than a quarter off her full, round ass. And where her legs met there was a triangle of lush, curly black hair. What fragrant mysteries lay in that hidden continent... 

His dick bobbed again, and Pearl took notice. 

"See?" Pearl said. "I have everything I need to make you come. No holding back now..." 

She climbed onto the bed, onto Jason, sliding her body against his. He could feel her heat, her infernal hotness. It inflamed his body with desire. All she wore now was the thin t-shirt, and somehow this felt more delicious than if she were completely nude. God, he wanted to fuck those warm, soft titties so bad, soul be damned... 

"Yessssss," Pearl breathed. "Demon flesh. Demon flesh is hungry. Yet to humans it is irresistible. Free your desire. Let your body do as it will." 

Again, Pearl was right. Images flooded his mind of all the things he wanted to do to Pearl. The things she would let him do. Paint her face with come, smack her enormous breasts with his dick, penetrate her asshole and pound her from behind so hard that her asscheeks clapped as they came together around his shaft, gag her with his dick and force her to choke on load after load as he erupted down her throat... 

Pearl closed her eyes and ground her body into his. "Yeeesss," she said, "Feed me your lust, and then feed me your come..." 

Jason tried to resist. He balled his fists to keep himself from touching her. He stiffened his body, he held his breath. But his cock... 

The underside of his cock was being rubbed and warmed by Pearl's soft belly. His balls were being tickled by her public bush. The rest of him was resisting, but his cock was falling for it, wanting to go all in. 

Desperately, he tried to think of something that would take his mind off the fantastic feeling of Pearl's warm, inviting body. Nothing was working. Natural disasters, wrinkly old grannies, fat hairy man ass, baseball scores...all were trumped by the hungry demon-flesh. 

And then, strangely, he thought of Kristin. Normally a sexy thing for him to do, but now he thought about how disappointed she'd be in him. All those times he'd fucked around with other girls, and he'd always come back to her. He liked fucking her the best, and if he died, if he lost his soul to this cum-thieving demon girl, not only would he never get to fuck her again, he'd be denying "the Lady" of the fucking that she truly deserved. 

Amazingly, this worked. He was still hard for sure, but he wasn't on the verge of cumming anymore. Involuntarily, he gave a small laugh. 

Pearl leaned up and contemplated him, staring into his eyes. "You're not making this easy," she said. 

"You're not making it hard," Jason shot back. 

Pearl stared into his eyes again, and her sparks had returned. "Hmm," she said. "You have a mate. Yes...I witnessed her before, during the summoning." 

She stared hard into Jason's eyes, and Jason got the feeling that she was looking at him from the inside out. 

"So be it," Pearl said. Then she spoke in a language that Jason had never heard before. "Densa Klarioto!" 

Jason felt the familiar tickling in his brain, and knew that she was up to her mind tricks again. Only this time it felt more subtle, and the fact that he didn't feel any change in his thoughts made him nervous. 

Pearl's form shimmered, and then seemed to fade. He realized with a start that there was no Pearl, but instead he lay body to body with Kristin. He released his balled fists, sore from clenching, and reached up to grab Kristin's hips. 

Kristin drew herself up, straddling his hips, his balls brushing against her trimmed blonde bush. 

"Hey there," Kristin said. 

"Oh, baby," Jason said, leaning up on his elbows. "I'm so glad I found you! It's been a weird kinda night. There was this crazy chick who said she was a - " 

"Shhh," Kristin said and leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, effectively silencing him. He kissed her back, of course, but something seemed wrong. He just wanted to tell her about... 

Kristin began grinding her bare pelvis against him, her warm, wet slit sliding along his engorged cock. 

Kristin broke the kiss and breathed, "I want you." 

"Right now?" Jason said. He wanted to, and he was certainly ready, but something made him pause. 

"Yes, now," Kristin said. She pushed one hand gently against his chest and Jason settled easily onto the hotel bed, his cock slapping loudly against his belly as it came to rest. 

"You need to fuck me," Kristin said. She locked eyes with Jason, yellow sparks dancing in their blackness. She began to caress her own body with her hands, cupping her breasts through the thin t-shirt that was her only garment, running them down her full hips and all the way down to her knees, before sliding her palms up along her inner thighs, to tease her fingers into her moist vaginal opening. 

She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. "Mmmm...delicious," Kristin said. "Taste." 

She stuck one finger into Jason's mouth. Her pussy juice tasted rich and musky, with a tang not unlike...peaches? 

"I bet your cock wants a taste, too," Pearl said. 

Too engorged to stand on its own, his penis was twitching against his stomach, as if to say "yes, yes hell fucking yes". Kristin looked so scrumptiously sexy, straddling him and feeding him her own pussy juices from her fingers. 

Kristin slowly rubbed her moist pussy lips along the length of his cock. 

"Prepare yourself," she said, "for an experience beyond imagination!" 

Jason laughed. "How could I prepare for something I've never imagined? Who writes your dialogue?" he teased. 

Kristin glared yellow sparks at him. "Fuck you," she said in a low, menacing growl. 

"Fuck you," Jason echoed, glad that Kristin wanted a bit of play before the act itself. 

But Kristin seemed lost in her own world as she slid along his cock. Her pussy was oozing wetness onto him, and his dick responded with even more urgent pulsing. 

"I am going to fuck you," Kristin said, and so saying she reached down to grab his erect member. She gave it a hard squeeze, and smacked it against her mons a few times, as if testing it for stiffness. 

"Yesss," Kristin said dreamily, "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to fuck me." 

Kristin slid her hips down just a little bit. For an instant, Jason felt the head of his cock against her slit, his shaft surrounded by the hair of her snatch. And then she bucked her hips sharply, taking his hard-on completely inside her in one swift motion. 

Jason gripped the covers of the bed with both hands. "Jesus!" he yelped. 

She was fucking tight! Yet he had slipped in so smoothly. He felt his cock pulsing as she held him there. 

"There," Kristin said. "That's much better. Doesn't that feel good, baby?" 

"Fuck, Kristin," Jason said. "The Lady needs some serious attention, huh?" 

"Hmm," Kristin said. She leaned into him and put her hands on his shoulders, holding him in place with a strength that he didn't know she possessed. She stared into Jason's eyes. 

"I need you to fuck me, Jason," she said, eyes sparking. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me," she chanted. 

Something was...wrong. 

"What about 'the Lady'?" Jason said. 

"Who cares about some other lady," Kristin said, a trace of annoyance in her voice. "Right now, it's just you, fucking me." 

Huh. The Lady had always been a part of their play. Maybe this was some 'life-changing' thing she was doing. He hoped it didn't last. He rather liked The Lady. But he also liked fucking Kristin. He did as The La - er, Kristin requested and started a nice slow fucking. 

Kristin felt weird. 

He hadn't noticed at first, but it became obvious once he put his hands on her ass cheeks, and began pumping his cock into her. It wasn't necessarily "bad" weird, he still wanted to fuck her nice and deep, but somehow she didn't feel right, and that bothered him. 

"What the matter, baby?" Kristin said. "I need a nice hard fucking. I need you to come for me, baby. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me..." 

"Baby, are you - ouch!" 

Kristin suddenly lunged at his, and bit him sharply on the muscley part of his shoulder. The shock of her bite caused Jason to convulse involuntarily, making him thrust his hips upward. At the same time, she drove down with her hips, powering herself down onto his cock. 

"That got your attention," Kristin said, around a mouthful of his flesh. She held on with her teeth, and bounced up and down on his erection. 

Jason was powerless to resist her. The feel of her pussy walls grasping him, massaging his engorged and sensitive cock, already fit to blow, combined with the way she held him down, with her teeth sunk painfully into the meat of him...this certainly seemed like the Kristin he knew, that irresistible combination of violence and sensuality. 

But...the change of heart about 'the Lady', the new feel she seemed to have acquired, and had she been wearing a leather vest earlier? That was odd, since Kristin was a vegetarian. 

Whatever. Hey could work out the rest some other time. Right now he was fucking Kristin, and that was all that mattered. 

Jason began fucking her in earnest, and while he thrust and luxuriated in the tightness of her pussy, giving her the full measure of his probing cock, she eventually released her bite and began to moan softly. 

"yesssss..." she hissed into his ear. "Feel yourself ready to burst? Mmmm, your juices...let them flow...unleash your great liquid essence...do it...for your mate..." 

She had ceased her rapid power fucking, and switched to long, deliberate strokes that took him from tip to root and back again, never letting him escape. Each stroke bathing his aching cock with a fresh flood of warm, waxy caresses from her welcoming cunt... 

Wait. Waxy? 

Yes, that was what felt weird. For all that she felt heavenly (was that the right word?) riding him...her pussy had a strange, inhuman feel. 

He'd noticed it before, but somehow had kept overlooking it. Her flesh, including the muscles inside her pussy, were like malleable wax. It moved like flesh, it almost felt like flesh, but it...wasn't. 

In fact, now that he thought about it, it felt like fucking a very animated Fleshlight. 

NOT KRISTIN rang out in the back of his mind, and he began to see through her disguise. She still rode his cock, but her form shifted before his eyes. Blonde ponytail, black wavy hair...blue eyes, black with yellow fire...modest breasts, full heavy jugs...trim pale bush, wild dark thatch...Kristin - 

Pearl. 

Jason had been on the brink before, but this realization had somehow broken the spell, brought him back from the edge. The fucking she was giving him was still the most intense sexual experience to ever land on his cock, but it had lost something. Some urgency, some verve. And he found that he could hold back. 

He could resist her. Pearl didn't know it yet, but but the balance had just been tipped in Jason's favor. 

He began to fuck her right back. Slowly at first, but as he gained confidence, he gained control. He began to fuck her harder, meeting her thrust for thrust. 

"Oooohyesss," Pearl growled, "That's the spirit. Give it to me good, you fucking beast." 

"You're nothing compared to the real thing," Jason said through gritted teeth. "You're just a fucking toy." 

"That's right," said Pearl. "I'm your fuck-toy. Fuck me as hard as you want. You can't hurt me." 

"Oh yeah?" Jason said, and slammed upward into Pearl hard enough to lift her off the bed. 

That got Pearl's attention. She sat upright and glared at him, confused. Jason hit her with another thrust, and then again, and again. 

"That got your attention, huh?" Jason said. "I know who you are," he continued, "and I know something else, too. You're on the clock." 

"Well, well," said Pearl. "The little human thinks he can outlast a demon, does he?" 

Jason slammed his cock into her a few more times, to make his point. "Try me," he said grimly. 

Pearl looked dumbfounded for a few seconds. Then she shook herself, tossing her hair to one side and causing her cleavage to jiggle provocatively. 

"Right, then," Pearl said sternly, "We're doing this." 

Pearl gripped Jason's forearms, and held them to the bed above his head. She licked his cheek where she had scratched him earlier, and Jason felt the electric tingle of an open would. 

"Do your worst," he said. 

"Count on it, human," Pearl replied. 

After that, it became a contest of physical endurance. Pearl pulled every trick she could think of to fuck Jason to orgasm. 

She caressed his body lightly, and roughly, and violently. 

She varied the pace of her fucking, often unexpectedly, hoping to catch Jason off guard. 

She spoke to him gently, calling him "honey" and "baby" and "sweetie". 

She said filthy things too, urging him to "fill me up with your big fucking load!" and "bust that fat nut inside me!" 

She called him pathetic, an animal, a worthless beast. 

All the while sliding her smooth, warm, and waxy, but nonetheless fantastic, pussy along Jason's engorged cock. 

For Jason's part, he just kept fucking her. If he gave in, if he let her take over, he'd be lost. He wasn't fucking for pleasure, he was fucking for control. 

It was just like with the band, he told himself. Even if everyone else sucks, it was his job to hold them together, to make them play the same tune. His tune. He was the drummer, and those fuckers better take note. 

So Jason fucked Pearl hard to his own beat, holding nothing back except his orgasm, giving Pearl the merciless fucking that no human woman would put up with. 

Well, maybe Kristin, if she was in the grip of "the lady". 

Just a toy, Jason repeated to himself. Just a fucking toy who doesn't deserve your cum. Put her in line. Make her play your tune. 

He didn't know if he could hold out for three hours, or even if what she'd said had been true. But if he was going to go out, he was going to go out like a fucking champion. He was gonna give her a pounding she'd remember. 

Jason lost all track of time as they fucked. Nonetheless, he felt his body tiring, even while Pearl's demon flesh kept him erect and sexually charged. He was sweating heavily from his exertions, and began to grunt more with the effort of restraining the inevitable orgasm that was beginning to close in on him. 

Pearl was not sweating, and not weakening. on the other hand, she seemed ... wilder, less in control, maybe. Her dirty talk had become less elaborate. She began to focus less on Jason's eyes, and more on determinedly fucking him. Her mouth alternated between hanging open, and clenching her teeth to make hissing sounds. 

Something was happening to her. Jason saw it, but did she know it? 

She must have known, because she lifted her arms toward the ceiling, still bouncing powerfully on his cock. She was taking him all the way in with each thrust, but her pussy-grip was tighter now, so incredibly tight that Jason was sure something was about to happen. 

"Ahhhhh," she said, a note of finality in her voice. "Not long now, you filthy, delectable savage! Come ... give me cum ... pump into me ... ripe, delicious, man ... seed ..." 

Jason felt his orgasm building to the breaking point. Felt the head of his cock inside Pearl, felt precum escaping, harbinger of the mighty load he was going to shoot inside her. It lubricated the walls of Pearl's waxy, inhuman vagina, the added slickness making him want to come even more. 

Pearl felt it too. "YES!" she shouted. She closed her eyes, lost in the feeling, still fucking him hard. "So rich...so full of power...such incredible power ..." 

Then, just as Jason was about to come, and flood her pussy with blasts of thick, creamy jizz, Pearl CLENCHED. 

Her whole body tensed, and she gasped out "HAH". Her pussy was squeezing his cock harder than ever now. So hard, in fact, that it staved off his orgasm. She was actually hurting him! 

Pearl shuddered, her whole body trembling. She grunted nonsense. "ha...huh...hu-hu-HUH...ah, ah ah...ooooooh..." She lowered her hands to tug at her disarrayed black locks. 

Pearl's shuddering slowed, then stopped. Jason watched her open her eyes and stare blankly. She smacked her lips absent-mindedly, before murmuring "fuuuuck..." to no one in particular. It was almost as if she'd forgotten he was there, despite the seven or so inches of engorged Jason-meat inside her. 

"Wow," Jason muttered softly, "I've never felt anyone come like that before." 

Hearing Jason's voice caused Pearl's eyes to land on his face. There was recognition. Then the yellow sparks returned. Not a flash this time, but a full inferno. 

"YOU!" she roared. 

She slapped him hard across the face, with enough force to spin his head sideways. 

"Ow," Jason groaned, and whipped his head back around to face Pearl again. 

She grabbed him by the throat, this time with both hands, and squeezed. 

"Bastard!" she said. "What did you do to me?" 

The way she was choking him, Jason couldn't have given her an answer even if he had one. 

"Demons don't orgasm!" Pearl yelled. "Humans come! Not demons!" 

Sparks swirled in Pearl's eyes, and the air around her seemed to grow darker. She was squeezing the air from his throat, and he felt himself losing consciousness. 




Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 02



"I've never..." Pearl muttered angrily. "But you're just...felt so good...couldn't help myself...how could you possibly..." 

Jason was wondering if those would be the last words he ever heard, when Pearl's hands left his throat. He gulped air, which caused him to cough again. 

Pearl seemed to be lost in the memory of her recent orgasm. She reached down to rub her mons with one hand, but Jason's eyes were drawn to her other hand, which absent-mindedly groped at one bountiful breast through her white tee. She cupped it, tugging at the point of one stiff nipple. Pearl moaned as she caressed and squeezed her breast, making the soft flesh balloon voluminously over the top of the v-neck. 

His quisling cock twitched at the sight. 

Pearl felt his dick pulsing inside her, and, aware now of the effect she was having on him, and stared at Jason. 

"So..." she said, cocking an eyebrow. 

She lifted herself slowly off his cock, which he saw was the darkest it had ever been, almost purple, it was so engorged. Very casually, Pearl got off the bed, stepping onto the floor with a quietness that was in stark contrast to the violent sounds of their recent fucking. 

"I like you, human," Pearl said. 

She reached over to the nightstand picked up the gold coin. She tossed it to Jason. It landed onto his chest with a painful thud. 

"The diabolus is yours," she said. "You're certainly worthy." 

Jason grabbed the heavy gold in one hand. It must have weighed a full pound. If it was really solid gold...he didn't know how much it was worth...but certainly worth a bruised chest, not to mention his purple cock. 

"Thanks," he said. 

"You're welcome," Pearl said. 

Then her smirk returned. "But if you think I'm leaving without getting what I came for, you're crazy." 

Jason's alarm must have shown on his face, because before he could even think about moving, Pearl was already in motion. 

Pearl said something that sounded like shrop tuvi! in that weird language again. A pentagram of energy, made of the same spark and fire that blazed in her eyes, appeared in the air in front of her. She brought up a hand and slammed it into Jason's chest. 

Surprisingly, it didn't burn him. But he couldn't move. 

"No more fucking around, though" she said. "If I'd known before, I could have simply..." she shook her head. "But I've learned so much from you. And now, I know your secret. I know how to make you come. I know what you want. And you know what?" 

She crawled onto him. A prowling predator preparing to devour her helpless prey. Her face was even with his, and her breasts, those full rounded mounds, pressed against the pentagram that held him in place, illuminated and smooshed into rounded hemispheres by it as if pressed against glass. 

"You're going to get it," she said, in a sing-songy voice. 

Pearl slid slowly down his body again. Jason watched through crackling flames as she stepped away from the bed. She turned away from him and lifted her t-shirt over her head to reveal the inverted olive-hued trapezoid of her back. Then she bent down to pick something dark up off the floor. Jason twisted his head to see, and watched as she donned the leather vest. 

She turned to face him again, and Jason saw that she had buttoned the vest as far as it could go, which still left quite a few inches of exposed cleavage on top, and, although the vest was quite well-filled, soft round curves of breasts protruded from underneath. 

"You like my big breasts," she said nonchalantly. "I saw you looking at them before, you know. But I thought that with a mouth like mine, deft hands such as mine, a succulent and inviting pussy such as I possess, I could make you come in any number of ways. But you surprised me." 

The pentagram held Jason flat to the mattress, his hand still clutching the diabolus to his chest. 

He could only watch as Pearl slinked toward him. She bent at the waist, put her hands on the bed and, without touching him, maneuvered herself up his body. 

Then she lowered her chest onto his belly, letting Jason feel the leather and the weight of her tits. 

At her touch, Jason stifled a groan as his cock jumped, slapping her on the belly. 

"Now...let's get you slippery," Pearl said, "for what comes next. You know what comes next, right?" 

Pearl took him in her mouth again. Slowly, with great strokes of her tongue, she coated Jason's cock with her saliva. 

"No," Jason said weakly. "Don't make me. I don't want to die." 

Pearl released his cock, and Jason saw that it glistened with plenty of lubrication. 

"I think you're ready for what comes next," Pearl said, and hovered her leather-clad bust above his cock again. She licked her lips, and slid down his body, just a few inches. Jason's cock penetrated the underside of Pearl's cleavage. Her breasts, held in place by the vest, engulfed his engorged member. 

"oh god," Jason moaned, as Pearl's breasts trapped his dick between their warm, soft fullness. 

"You like my big boobies," Pearl said again. "But you're not content to just suck and fondle them, are you? You want to fuck them." 

She began to move her breasts back and forth along his shaft. When the bottoms of her breasts pressed against his balls, the head of his cock pushed free of the top of her cleavage. She gave a little shake and her top of her breasts jiggled, buffeting his cock head from side to side against their upper slopes. Jason moaned, and Pearl gave an evil chuckle, sliding up his body to bury his entire cock in her tit flesh again. 

"All that work I put into you, making myself vulnerable like that, and all I had to do was this." Pearl slid her tit-tunnel up and down Jason's cock. "And this." She did it again. "And this." Again. 

"I don't even need to use the gaze," Pearl said. And it was true. Pearl's eyes were their regular shade of coffee brown, and playful. 

"I just need..." Pearl stroked her tits languidly around his cock once more, "...these." 

Jason had no resistance left. No strength, no drummer philosophy, no Kristin could save him now. 

"Do you like tit-fucking?" Pearl asked in a teasing voice. "Don't like to me, now. If you do," she glanced down to her cleavage, "he'll tell me the truth anyway." 

"Yes," Jason hissed, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the feel of Pearl's luxurious tits. 

"Say it," Pearl commanded. 

"I love tit-fucking," Jason said. 

"And what do you want right now," Pearl said. "If tell me, maybe I'll be nice to you." 

"I want to fuck your tits," he gasped. He watched as his cock plunged between her tits. Her mammoth olive-colored mammaries shimmied and jiggled. The contrast between them and his penis, solid and dark purple with engorgement, was driving him crazy. 

"I can't hear you," Pearl said. 

"Oh god...I want to fuck your tits so bad," Jason repeated. "I want to fuck your big, soft beautiful tits until I blast come all over you," said Jason. 

And it was true. He'd tried so hard to hold back before, and he'd been so successful, because he'd his hardest to not think about how incredible Pearl's breasts looked and felt. 

But now she knew, and now that she knew, she was in total control. 

Pearl's breasts had the same waxy, silky feeling as her pussy. But for some reason, what had been a turn off when fucking her cunt made her breasts irresistible. Usually, he needed some sort of lube for tit-fucking, but Pearl's breasts, plus her saliva, allowed his cock to slide between her squeezed-together demon breasts with the perfect amount of resistance. 

Pearl's tits were made for fucking, and Jason wanted nothing more in this world than to put them to that purpose. 

"Do you fuck a lot of titties, Jason?" Pearl said. She shook her breasts, taking Jason's cock along for the ride. 

"Not enough," he moaned. "Never enough." 

"Have you ever stroked your pretty cock between breasts as large as mine?" Pearl said. She descended her breasts down his shaft in short up-and-down jounces. 

"Ooooh...god no," Jason said. All the built-up cum in his balls was ready to blow. He gripped the gold coin still in his hand. Was it worth it? 

"Your mate," Pearl teased, "does she pleasure your manhood with her breasts? Can she do this?" 

A smoosh, a shake, a soft sensual slither as Pearl waited for him to answer. 

"uh..." Jason grunted. "Won't let me," he moaned. "She thinks she's too small." 

"But you want to," Pearl said. "You want it sooooo bad." 

"Yes," Jason said, without realizing what he was saying. His mind was in his dick now, and his dick was imprisoned within Pearl's unyielding cleavage. "I'd love to feel her breasts around my cock." 

"No wonder you're so susceptible," said Pearl. "Your poor manhood is starved for tit-flesh. Good thing I'm here, isn't it? To feed your hungry cock the sweet meats it yearns for. " 

She really began to stroke him now, pumping her breasts vigorously up and down his shaft, speaking in between each stroke. 

"Not that...anyone else...can tit-fuck...you the way...I... can..." 

The pounding Pearl was giving him was furious, and he wanted more. 

"Yessss," she said. "I feel your desire. You want to fulfil that desire. Ask me." 

"Please let me do the fucking," Jason said. 

"Beg me," Pearl said, her smirk appearing right on cue. 

"Please please please, pretty Pearl, let me fuck your incredible fucking tits!" 

Pearl slid her breasts free from Jason's cock. "If I take away the ward," she said, "do you promise to fuck my big boobies harder than you've ever tit-fucked any human boobies in your life?" 

"Yes." 

"And do you promise to unload all your rich, delicious cream onto my neck and my chest and my face, pumping between my breasts until the last drop of your scrumptious jism is spent all over me?" 

"Yes yes yes oh my god yes every last fucking drop!" 

Pearl touched the pentagram with the palm of her hand, and it disappeared in a wisp of smoke. Jason felt the weight lift from his body. 

Pearl stood up, and then knelt at the side of the bed. She held her arms open wide, beckoning him to rise and come closer. 

Jason stood up from the bed. His cock was poised in front of her leather-clad breasts. She began to undo the buttons. 

"No," Jason said, "leave it on." 

Pearl cocked an eyebrow. "But you haven't seen them in all their glory yet," she said. "They're spectacular." 

"This is how I want you," Jason said. 

"Very well," Pearl said. She shook her massive breasts, their tops and the bottoms jiggling where they weren't covered. "As you like it." 

Jason only hesitated a second, as he put his hands on Pearl's shoulders. Then he slowly guided his swollen cock to the underside of her cleavage that spilled out from the bottom of the vest. 

"Mmmm...so good," Jason said. He thrust his cock into Pearl's caressing cleavage, so deep that his balls slapped against the underside of her breasts. 

"There you go," Pearl said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Pump my big titties. You can't hurt me, you know. You can fuck them as hard as you want." 

Jason stroked his cock between her tits, gently at first, overwhelmed by the sensation of their warm fullness squeezing him. But, at Pearl's urging, he began to increase the force of his strokes. The sound of his balls smacking against the undersides of Pearl's breasts became a frenzied metronome. The leather of her vest squeaked slightly, which turned Jason on even more. 

"That's it, honey," Pearl said. "Squeeze them together. Give yourself a nice tight tit-fuck." 

Jason did. His hands encased the leather of her vest, with his fingertips digging into the exposed titflesh. Waxy, yes, but so fucking good. 

"Oh, god...so goddamned firm," Jason said, pumping her tits slower to enjoy this sensation. "So fucking hot!" 

Pearl reached up with her own hands to caress Jason's buttocks, then ran her hands up and down the straining muscles of Jason's legs. 

"Mmmm...hard cock, hard muscles" Pearl cooed. "You're really loving this aren't you? You'd ram your cock between my big titties every day if you could, wouldn't you?" 

The feel of her hands on his skin added extra excitement to the phenomenal sensations of fucking Pearl's giant mammaries. "I'd fuck your titties every chance I could, Pearl baby. I'd fuck these big girls in my sleep if I could." 

Pearl giggled. Actually giggled. "You say the sweetest things," she said. "I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot." 

"I'm about to get off in a different way," Jason said. This tit-fucking was blowing his mind, and the fact that Pearl now seemed to be enjoying herself made it even better. 

Jason said, "I've never felt tits like your before, Pearl." 

"I've never orgasmed before," Pearl said. "The least I can do is return the favor, and use my big titties to work all that delicious cum out of you." 

"Oh, god," Jason said. Pearl was saying all the right words, and she kept at it. 

"You're so hard, honey. Fucking that hard cock into my cleavage. Pumping like a crazy man, aren't you? Give those babies a good squeeze...there you go...such big handfuls to smoosh around your fat dick. Smack those balls into my boobies...feels so good. Mmm, working up such a big load...Oh!...you keep poking my chin! Let me do something about that..." 

Pearl slurped at the head of his cock when she could, her pink tongue darting out to lap at the tip. It was almost too much for Jason, and he started leaking precum again. 

"That's it, baby," Jason said, "lick it up." 

"Mmmm," Pearl sighed, once she had a taste of the cum drizzling from his cock. "The legends were true! Man-cum...so rich...inside me...I feel...my power growing..." 

Pearl began changing before his eyes. At first Jason thought that it was a trick of the light, or maybe he was hallucinating. But, no. Her skin was darkening, reddening. Her facial features shifted, becoming sharper. Where she had looked like a sexy pixie before, now she had the angular look of an evil queen. Still smoldering hot, but in a more diabolical way. Her hair became curlier. Her eyes became solid black as before, only now an inferno of yellow flames danced on their surfaces. 

And then her wings unfolded. 

Leathery, black bat wings. No, scratch that. Demon wings, with pointed tips, sprouting from somewhere near Pearl's shoulder blades. 

"What?" Jason said. 

"My true form," Pearl said, kissing his belly button. "Your cum fills me with power...I couldn't help myself. Do I repulse you?" 

"N-No," Jason said. "Your true form...a real demon, I'm tit-fucking a real goddamn demon..." His pace had slowed while he watched her transformation, but now his cock throbbed with renewed excitement. 

"Then I suppose you'll enjoy this," Pearl said. And then Jason felt her breasts grow bigger in his hands, press more tightly around his dick. She'd instantly grown about three cup sizes. 

"Dear god," Jason whispered. 

"I've been holding those in all day, to fit in," she said. "Do you like?" She shimmied her chest, and waves of tit-flesh overwhelmed his cock. 

Jason was speechless. 

"That's what I thought," Pearl said. "Now how about...?" 

She folded her wings around them, blocking out almost all the light in the room. The spark and fire of her eyes glowed brightly enough to see by, and he could see the red of her skin, and his dark cock enfolded between her breasts. 

The last button on the vest popped off, giving way under the strain of withholding Pearl's suddenly-expanded mammaries. Pearl's bare breasts were thus exposed, firm and crimson and voluptuous, capped with wide, dark, brick-red areolae. Her nipples were erect, the hard, dark points pressed into his palms. 

Pearl's breasts were spectacular, just as she'd promised, and Jason's cock was nestled snugly between them. 

Pearl closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exposing her neck like a target. 

"Go on, drummer boy," Pearl said. "Bang away." 

Jason lasted for a good three minutes. A good three minutes of furious pumping between Pearl's mountainous, crimson breasts. Three minutes of "fuck my fat fucking boobies" and "yummy sticky tit-fucking load, baby" and "cum-glaze" and "jizz my titties, honey" and "thick rod...tit valley...slide, baby, slide". Jason couldn't be sure who was saying what, but he was babbling and she was cheering him on, encouraging him toward a massive cum blasting. 

When he couldn't take it any more, Pearl's beautiful red skin, the half-light illuminated by the glow from her eyes, her filthy talk and her hands on his body and most importantly the feelings from his cock, the firm stroking that the biggest tits he'd ever felt were giving him, Jason panted, "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" 

"Then come," Pearl said, "give me everything you have. Come, for fucking my titties so well. Come, and drench me with your man-seed. Come, and make me glisten with power. Come, you fat-dick motherfucker, and bathe me with your big fucking load!" 

Jason lost it. At first he came in spurts. Big, globby spurts that blasted Pearl's chin, her shoulders, and one gooey dollop that landed in her hair. Pearl sighed and moaned with delight. Jason clutched at the quivering fullness of her breasts. His hands couldn't contain them, and tit flesh spilled between his fingers as he squeezed them tightly around his erupting cock. 

He came in thick streamers. Half a dozen ropey lines of cum shot from his cock while he pumped through the tight, jiggling valley of Pearl's endless cleavage. Pearl managed to catch all of these blasts on her throat and sternum, until her entire neck glistened with a rich coating of Jason's jizz. 

"Oh, Jason, honey...that's perfect!" Pearl said. "It's just what I wanted. Give me more...every last drop..." 

Jason complied. He held his cock still and jerked Pearl's breasts up and down along his engorged shaft. Pearl's hands joined his, so that there were two pairs of hands jerking Jason off with her bounteous jiggling mounds. Cum flowed out of his cock and onto Pearl, and Jason wondered if he would ever run out. It felt so good, pumping his cock between her soft breasts and unloading all his gooey jizz onto her. He never wanted it to end. 

But at last, his balls were drained. Pearl's face, neck and most of her upper body glistened with his spent jism. 

"All done?" Pearl said brightly. 

Jason grunted. "Never come...so hard...in my life..." 

"Or so much, I'd wager!" Pearl said. She looked down at herself in amazement. "So much...my my my. I never would have imagined..." 

Pearl unfolded her wings, letting the light of the room back in. She released Jason's cock from the loving confines of her cleavage. Jason moaned a weak "no", but knew he was too weak to stop her. 

Pearl stood, and Jason realized that she was no longer shorter than he was, but was instead the same height as he. 

"Thank you," Pearl said. She kissed Jason on the lips, inadvertently (or maybe intentionally) smearing some of his own cum onto his mouth. 

"The pleasure is all m-" Jason started, but then felt the room tilt, and he fell backwards onto the bed. He wanted to say "what the hell?" but felt himself drifting away, losing consciousness. Was he passing out? Dying? 

Jason saw Pearl, still standing, but... 

She was running her fingers through the semen that coated her body, playing with it, spreading it all over her torso, rubbing it into her skin like expensive lotion, running her fingers through the cum in her hair, a look of unabashed glee on her face. 

"It's starting already...I feel it...the legends, they pale in comparison to...!" 

Watching her in this dreamy state, Jason felt the beginnings of arousal. Incredibly, he felt his dick beginning to stiffen... 

"Such a waste, though," Pearl said, her voice seeming to come from a great distance. "I'd like to do this again...all of it...the way you made me come...want more...such a shame..." 




Drummer Boy - The Call Ch. 02



And then, for Jason, everything went black. 

* * * 

Jason slept for a long time. And then, well, he didn't wake up really, but was dully aware of his surroundings. The room grew lighter. He heard music. Someone was playing Crazy Town's "Butterfly". Then it stopped. A while later, he heard the tune again, and this time it triggered something in his memory. The song stopped, and he promptly forgot. Then a different song was playing, System of A Down's "Chop Suey". Jason felt like it was supposed to mean something... 

His phone. "Chop Suey" was his ringtone for work. Shit. 

Jason hopped off the bed where he'd lain for, jeez, how long? He was still naked. He scanned around for his jeans. They were in a heap on the floor, along with the rest of his clothes. 

He took the phone out of his jeans pocket and checked his messages. The most recent had been his job, and the Crazy Town ringtones, those had been from Kristin. 

Panic. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Jason called work back. He was supposed to be at work at 10, and according to the clock on the nightstand, it was already half past that. 

"Hey, is Chad there? Yeah, I know, can you just get him? Hello, Chad? I'm sorry, I got this wicked cold. I took some Nyquil and it just knocked me out...Yeah, I still feel pretty rotten...Yes, sir...Thanks a lot, bye." 

Jason ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed. He hated calling in fake sick just because he was late. Such an adolescent thing to do. But he was in no shape to go to work today. He needed to process. 

Had last night really happened? Everything seemed so vivid. But there was no sign of Pearl, not even her clothes. The room looked normal enough, although the bedding was messed up, that was real enough. 

So why was he here at all? Could he have rented a motel room for the night and completely forgotten it? And then thrashed around the bed jerking himself off to some fantasy demon girl? Or had someone put something in his drink at the party last night, causing him to conjure this whole scenario? 

It seemed unlikely, but the alternative was that a slutty-but-inept demon from somewhere else had summoned him in order to harvest his semen. And, as crazy as that sounded, the dried cum on his penis, the empty aching in his balls, and the vivid memories that were returning to his mind with astonishing clarity made it seem as though the answer was more than a definite "maybe". 

He began putting on his clothes. He had already gotten into his boxers and his jeans, checking to make sure nothing was missing (everything appeared to be there), and was reaching down to pick his shirt off the floor when he saw it. 

Chalk. The chalk line was still there, around the inside of the room. 

Jason felt himself shiver involuntarily. He reached out with one hand, testing to see if he could touch the wall on the other side. He was relieved to find that he could. Pearl must have broken the spell before she returned to wherever she'd come from. If she had, maybe she'd also left... 

The diabolus. That's what she'd called it. She'd tossed it at him while he was laying on the bed. 

Jason began frantically tearing the covers away from the bed. If he could find it... 

Something heavy fell out of a sheet and landed on the floor with a thunk. A big gold coin, thick as a thumb. 

Jason picked it up and examined it. It appeared the same as it had last night. Only now he could see that the face on its surface was closer to Pearl's "true form". More demony, he guessed. 

Proof, then. Proof that ... something ... had happened here last night. 

A rumbling of wheels outside the door announced that a maid was coming to clean his room. Except that this was in no way "his" room. If he was discovered here, the absolute minimum trouble would involve him paying for a night's stay, and that was money Jason didn't have. 

Well, except for the giant honking gold coin from another world. 

Still, it was something Jason didn't want to deal with right now. He quickly pulled his shirt on, stuffed his socks, phone, and the diabolus into his pants pockets and slipped into his shoes. He tucked himself behind the door just in time to hear a beep, and the click of the lock releasing. 

Jason waited as the rolling cart was pushed inside, followed by a squat Hispanic woman with stringy gray hair done up in a loose bun. "Hello?" she said. He slipped quickly behind her as she observed the room, cursing, "Madre de dios..." 

The bright sunlight hit him sharply, and he was blinded by whiteness for a second. Then, Jason half-ran along the building, not stopping or looking back until he had turned a corner. He waited to see if there was any hue and cry. There wasn't, so after a minute, he leaned against the building, pulled out his phone and called Kristin. 

She answered after one ring. "Hey, jackass," she said. "What are you up to, besides ditching work and ignoring my calls?" 

"Um..." Jason said. Warning bells sounded in his mind. Kristin was in rattlesnake mode. "Things got out of hand last night. I think someone slipped something in my beer. Can you come pick me up?" 

"Pick you up?" Kristin said. "Where's your truck?" 

Jason told her about Percy stealing his vehicle and added, "Like I said, things got out of hand." 

"Fine," Kristin said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. "Where the fuck are you?" 

"I'll be at the Waffle House on 183." 

"What the hell are you doing out there?" Kristin said, then before he could answer, "Never mind, just be there in 20. And I don't care how crazy your night was, if you smell like pussy I'll rip your dick off." 

Jason gulped. Did demon pussy count? "Buy you lunch?" he ventured. 

"You'll do more than that, mister," Kristin said slowly, "The lady has been restless." 

Jason took her meaning. His balls ached in response. Could he even get it up so soon after last night's sex olympics? 

"We can't have that," Jason said bravely. "I'll be waiting." 

Jason clicked off. He wanted a shower and some time to think, but that would probably have to wait until he had dealt with "the lady". 

Jason lit a cigarette and began walking toward the Waffle House. He realized how grateful he was for Kristin. Not just for giving him a ride today, but for the way they played. She was a handful, but if not for her, the demon Pearl might very well have had his way with him, using him up and leaving his empty husk in that hotel room. 

He couldn't help wondering, though, why he wasn't dead. Maybe Pearl had been exaggerating? Or trying to scare him? 

Fuck. When it comes to demons, who the fuck knows? 

He did know this, though. Except for the tit-fucking, Kristin was a tougher customer than Pearl any day. 

Incredibly, Jason felt his dick stir in his pants. 

But was it because of Kristin...or Pearl? 

Whatever. He was alive, at least. And possessed of a gold...something. 

Assuming that "the lady" let him off easy, he might come out of this okay. 

He'd have to make sure to thank her properly, then, just the way the lady likes. 

As for Pearl...here's to hoping he never saw her, with her massive, crimson, built-for-fucking mammaries, again. 

End Part 2.