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Hi, my name is Linda.�
I was eleven when Mr. Farnsworth moved in next door. I still hadn�t had
my first period.� You may ask why I
bring that up, but trust me it is germane to the story.� Mr. Farnsworth.� Yes, that was his name.�
When he moved into the other house at the end of our cul-de-sac it
raised eyebrows, a single man, middle-aged to boot�certainly a curiosity.� It was of course a big house for a solitary
person to live in.
�
Certainly I�m older now as
I finally tell you�or anyone�about what happened in that house that
summer.� I know a lot more about things
now than I did then.� I was just a kid.� Since then I�ve been able to sort of �fill
in the blanks� about what happened to me, and others. �Based on what I know today, this is how the
unusual man took over our neighborhood�and my life.
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My mom was at the kitchen window watching the moving van and
the men unloading it.� �Sorry, Linda,
but by the looks of the stuff they�re bringing in, it doesn�t appear they have
any kids.�
�
�It�s OK mom, I still have Danny and Pat to play with.�� Yes, they were girls: my best friends
Danielle and Patricia.� It would have
been nice to have another girl move in next-door, one I could be friendly with,
but I guess it wasn�t to be.� Even a
boy, I thought, though I wasn�t into boys yet.
�
A tall, slender man, who
arrived following the moving van in a black Mercedes, was in the yard with his
arms folded like he was supervising the movers.� He wore casual clothes but he still looked formal, like he
usually wore a three-piece suit.� Dark
yet thinning hair framed his thin face, a face that gave no hint of his
age.� My mother deemed herself to be the
one person neighborhood welcoming committee, so I knew what would happen next,
as she asked if I wanted to go outside with her to greet the newcomer.
�
We marched across our yard to his.� My mom all smiles (like that�s what she lived for); she was
always nosey like that, but I loved her anyway!� He noticed us after a while.�
At first his expression belied nervousness but quickly morphed into a
warm smile.� It looked genuine to
me.� For some strange reason I thought he�s
a nice man.�
�
My mom shook hands and introduced us.� When he returned the favor and introduced
himself as Frederick Farnsworth, I almost giggled.� It sounded like such a funny name.� I looked at my mother and did a double take.� She looked like she was going to faint�later
on I would know the word �swoon� and realize that�s what she did.� She wouldn�t let go of his hand!� It was like she was hypnotized or something.
�
When he turned to me and shook my hand, saying, �And nice to
meet such a lovely young lady as you, Linda.��
The combination of his touch and his unnerving gaze made my stomach do a
flip-flop as if I swallowed a hundred butterflies.� My knees almost buckled.�
What was this strange feeling, and was it what also got to my mom?
�
My mother nearly skipped back to our house, she was so
giddy.� I was still confused by the
effect his touch�and his eyes�had on me.�
My legs wobbled and I was unsure if I could make it to my house without
toppling over.� I made it even when the
butterflies decided they still wanted to fly some more, making me quiver from
my tummy to my crotch.� Especially in my
crotch.� I was confused why my panties
felt so wet.
�
�Oh, Linda, what a NICE man he is,� my mom
gushed.� I looked at her�my God, she was
blushing!
�
�Yeah, I guess so,� I answered nonchalantly, though the
voice in my head was saying yes, he�s more than nice, and maybe I�ll go
visit him later.� Another more
logical voice said it�s not like he�s one of the Jonas brothers, you
know; that voice fighting over the �sound� of those butterflies.
�
When we got to our doorway, I said, not knowing why, �Why
don�t we invite Mr. Farnsworth over for dinner when dad gets home?�
�
My mom surprised me by her vehemence.� �No!�
No, I don�t think so.�� She
blushed again.� �Let�s not bother him,
er, until he gets settled in, ok?� Maybe
I�ll bake him some cookies as a welcoming gift�that sounds like the thing to
do.��
�
Holy shit, my mom�s not exactly a baking powerhouse so where
did that come from?
�
Later on I caught my mother looking out a window at the
house next door, as if she was waiting anxiously for someone to come home.� My dad was home from work, but mom ignored
him, keeping a strange watch on Mr. Farnsworth�s place.
�
After dinner, my friend Danny came over to visit.� She was eerily flushed and excited about
something, but in an unusual way I couldn�t quite pinpoint.� When we went to my room, she seemed to float
rather than walk.� She had on a t-shirt
and it was plastered to her skin from sweat although the air wasn�t that
humid.� I mean, neither one of us has
breasts yet, but her nipples must have been very stiff as they poked at the
thin cotton fabric, so I could make them out clearly.� The door closed, she started telling me about where she�d been.
�
�Oh, Linda, you just HAVE to like meet the new man
who moved in next door to you!� He�s so
nice!� I was walking by his house coming
here and he was on the front steps, and he invited me in.� His name is Frederick and he was so sweet, �
she rattled off non-stop.
�
I told her that I had met the man, and she repeated how
�dreamy� he was.� Dreamy?? The old dude?
�
�When did you talk to him?�
I thought you were coming here an hour ago.�
�
She looked at my bedside clock as a puzzled frown washed
across her face.� �I�I don�t know�it
didn�t�it wasn�t that long ago�was it?� The frown left her and she perked up
again.� �We�ve got to go over his house
tomorrow!� You, Patty, and me, ok?� He�s really cool!�
�
Remembering the butterflies and my wet panties, I knew
something wasn�t quite right with this whole Mr. Farnsworth thing, but I also
remembered how pleasant it was to shake his hand and talk with him.
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I wasn�t comfortable knocking on Mr. Farnsworth�s door, but
Danny just about dragged Pat and I along with her.� She knocked.� When he
answered the door he was awash with excitement to see us.
�
�How delightful!� He beamed.� �Are you three the new Welcome Wagon?�
�
I had no idea what a
welcome wagon was, but since Danny and Pat were struck dumb, I spoke up.� �Danny�I mean Danielle�told us she had a
nice�visit yesterday, so we decided to come over and say hello.�
�
�Come in, come in!� I have some fantastic cookies Mrs. Hebert
down the street brought over.�� He
ushered us to his sofa, where we sat still like three crows on a telephone
wire.
�
Out came the plate of
cookies.� I figured my mom was too late
for cookies�beaten by Mrs. Hebert with her gigantic boobs�I bet she didn�t bake
�em.� They were good.� As I munched on mine, I snuck glances at
Danny and Pat.� Danny looked like she
was in Disney World with a private meeting with Mickey.� Patty looked less rapt, but I could see her
chest rise and fall rapidly as if she was out of breath.� The butterflies were back, but at least I
was breathing ok.� He was an unusual
man, and we were acting so unusual around him.�
He didn�t sit in the easy chair opposite the sofa but instead perched
himself on the sofa�s arm right next to me.�
I hadn�t realized I finished my cookie until he offered me another.� When I reached for one from the offered
plate, he brushed a couple of fingers lightly across my cheek.� At his touch the room spun and I suddenly
grew warm and tingly.
�
�That�s a pretty top you
have on, Linda.� What do they call
them?�
�
�Babydoll blouses, sir,� I
answered.� Sir??� I fought the tunnel vision and lost.� I didn�t want to pass out but I thought I
might.
�
�Ah, baby-dolls.� That�s exactly how I would describe you
three lovely young ladies, gracing me with your presence on this hot summer
day.� How delightful!�� When his eyes moved from me to Patty, she
moaned.� It didn�t sound like pain to
me, but pleasure.� Then he stared at
Danny and she moaned louder than Pat had.
�
Even though my heart was
palpitating wildly, I knew I had to get out of there.� �Ah, Mr. Farnsworth, I have to get home now,� I said, my voice
barely above a squeak.
�
�So soon?� He said.� �Must you all leave so soon?�
�
Pat spoke up quickly,
looking over at Danielle, �Me and Danny can stay a while longer, can�t we?�
Danny nodded rapidly.
�
I should have been
concerned for leaving my friends alone with my strange new neighbor.� However, some inner voice kept telling me it�s
ok they�re ok, he�s a nice man, everything will be fine.�� An hour or so later, I saw Danny and Patty
walking away from Mr. Farnsworth�s house, their clothes looking funny at that
distance but they seemed happy enough.�
I shouldn�t worry.
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Something drew me to his
house the next morning.� I couldn�t
explain the magnetism but that�s exactly what it felt like�I was being drawn,
attracted, summoned.�� I knocked on his
back door.� I was surprised to find it
swing open after my second knock.�
Entering his kitchen, I called out to him, though not too loud.
�
�Mr. Farnsworth?� Are you home?� Your door was open�hello��
�
I heard sounds coming from
the living room where just yesterday my friends and me sat mesmerized.� When I walked up to the archway separating
the two rooms, I was shocked to see a naked Mrs. Hebert having sex with Mr.
Farnsworth on that very same sofa!�
After all, I did have an idea what sex was, and considering that Mrs.
Hebert was naked and bouncing on his lap, and I could see Mr. Farnsworth�s
penis go in and out of her, and she was saying things like �God this is the
best� and then �I�m cumming,� followed by a loud wail, I sure knew what they
were doing.� I didn�t know why but
watching them was sort of spellbinding.�
I felt all those queasy stomach feelings and the itch in my groin big
time.�
�
I was trying to break away
from the hypnotic spell and sneak away when Mr. Farnsworth winked at me before
himself groaning that he was cumming too.�
He saw me!� I stood there, not
moving, like I HAD to.� When they
were done Mrs. Hebert simply rolled off, and after Mr. Farnsworth stood up, she
laid down and seemed to fall asleep.�
Mr. Farnsworth walked toward me putting a finger to his lips, asking me
to be quiet.� Why would a naked man
walking to me and asking me to be quiet be something I should fear?
�
In his kitchen, he
whispered, �Well, well, Linda.� How nice
of you to stop by.� Mrs. Hebert and her
darling little Emma came to visit, and now you.� I�m so lucky to have nice new neighbors such as you.�
�
I tried to look at his
face instead of his penis, all veiny-purple and wet and hanging there, but
looking into his eyes was nearly impossible and clearly was more treacherous
than staring at his manhood.� �I�I�ah�I
knocked but the door was open a little�and��
�
�It�s ok dear, I would
never close my door to sweet girls like you.�
�
�Emma is here?� I asked
after what he said finally registered.
�
Oh yes, she�s in the room
around the corner over there,� he pointed, �and I suppose she was watching us
as you were my dear.�� He held out his
hand to take mine.� I gave it to him
without question.� I had to.� �I hope you didn�t mind what Mrs. Hebert and
I were doing, do you?� She practically
begged me, and you know�well, I believe you are too young to know about sexual
desire.�
�
I finally looked away from
his penis and up to his face.� His eyes
burned through me, all the way to my crotch.�
I didn�t know what was happening, but the voice in my head was back�It�s
safe, you�re safe, he won�t hurt you, he�s a nice man, so nice.
�
�I have to see Emma now
anyway.� Would you like to come with
me?�� He had my hand in his and led me
to the other room without resistance.�
We passed the sofa upon which Mrs. Hebert was splayed out, with her legs
open and her big boobs rising and falling as she breathed, sound asleep.
�
When we got to the other
room, which turned out to be a bedroom, Emma was sitting on the edge of the bed
with a smile on her face reminiscent of the crazed look on Danny�s face
yesterday.� Emma was eight-years-old.� She was wearing a little yellow sundress and
no panties, and when Mr. Farnsworth came into the room, she livened up and
nearly squealed with delight, jumping into his arms.� He tilted her back a bit in his arms so she was mostly parallel
with the floor, and lowered his head like he was going to kiss her!� His mouth however didn�t go to hers but
instead went to her lower neck, close to her exposed collarbone.� I couldn�t see what he was doing�a
strange place to kiss someone, I thought�but my mind never questioned her
not having panties on, or the fact that a naked man was kissing her at
all.� As he kissed (?) her, Emma�s legs
would kick out and spread wide open, and I saw clear liquid seep from her bald
puss knowing somehow it wasn�t pee.� She
started to moan and squeak until she was wailing much like her mother had
moments ago in the living room.
�
Suddenly, Mr. Farnsworth
turned away from her neck and looked back at me.� Everything looked normal, he�s a nice man, smiling at me and
he likes me, as he likes Emma.�
�Don�t you think it�s hot in here?��
He said.� �Linda, why don�t you
get out of those clothes and cool off a bit.��
Without a single questioning thought I got undressed, finally stepping
out of my panties, totally naked watching him go back to �kissing� Emma until
she was twitching and squealing again, lots more of the clear liquid leaking
from her.�
�
He gently laid Emma on the
bed and turned to me.� She looked like
she was sleeping as soundly as her mom.�
Mr. Farnsworth walked to me and again I found myself staring at his penis,
which was kind of standing up stiff.� He
said I was the �special one,� and wanted to �savor every moment.�� I didn�t know what he meant.� I simply lifted my arms to him so he could
pick me up as he�d done with Emma.
�
He didn�t �kiss� me right
away like he�d kissed Emma.� Instead he
held me in his arms; so warm, so comforting, so magnificent was the feeling of
his body on mine.
�
�Oh Linda, you are the
prize of this old man�s life,� he whispered in my ear, �I could smell it the
first time we met.�� Smell, I
thought�what was he saying, and what was happening here?� My fog-filled mind didn�t have answers.� His lips brushed my earlobe as he continued
whispering, �Your blood is the fuel of a thousand ages.� I could sense it�how fine you will be.�� While he whispered his lips kept brushing
against my ear and a soothing inner heat swept over me like an ocean wave.� I moaned.
�
�Ah, your moan indicates
you feel it too�my power is your power is my power.�� He said, but nothing he said was really registering with me
anymore.� I had an unrecognized need and
wanted it fulfilled somehow.
�
He laid me on his bed next
to Emma, who still slept, and lay down beside me.� His hands caressed me, first letting his fingers run circles
around my surprisingly swollen nipples, then down my belly to my crotch before
lazily coming back to my belly.� The
heat was ecstasy.� I had no qualms, no
fear.� It felt so good.� He�s a nice man, nothing to be afraid of,
it will be like heaven opened up and swallowed me.
�
With his warm hand resting
at my tummy, he whispered again, �You�re too young to understand sexual
exhilaration, but perhaps I can prepare you for the joy, the thrill.� Your blood will be thus charged for�the
taking.�
�
His hand slowly moved down
to my pubic bone and all of a sudden my mind was overcome with a vision of
Bobby Jenkins, the cutest boy at school, laying down on top of me and then
putting his hard penis in me.� He was
having sex with me in the vision!� But
the vision felt real�I felt it, heard it, tasted it�so much reality my breath
was almost sucked from me.� Did I cry
out in reality, or was it just in the vision I wailed as both Mrs. Hebert and
her daughter had done earlier?� �Ohhhhh
Bobby�I�m�I�m�oooooooooooooooo!���
�
What was real and what was
not?
�
I didn�t know Mr.
Farnsworth had moved over me until I felt the electric brush of his lips on my
neck just before I felt the pinprick.�
That�s all it was, a faint prick like a needle at the doctor�s
office.� All thought was lost.� Fire!�
Red-hot fire swept through me.� I
felt my legs thrust wide and my back arch up, begging, begging�for what?� I heard my own rapturous voice cry
�Bobby!�� The image of Bobby Jenkins
temporarily swam into view and I desperately tried to wrap my legs around his
ephemeral form.� To keep him close, to
keep him IN.� I didn�t understand
any of it.
�
My next memory was the
realization I was naked in a strange bed, tingling all over, with my legs
wrapped around Mr. Farnsworth�s leg, and his erection rubbing against my
belly.� I wondered if he just had sex
with me, but how was I to know what it would be like to have sex (except for
the vivid dream of Bobby Jenkins)?� Mr.
Farnsworth looked into my eyes and suddenly I needed no explanation�not because
I knew, but because of the voice in my head, again�I�m special, he made me even
more special by what he did.
�
He whispered, �Years,
years I�ve longed for someone as strong as you�years.�� He slowly extricated himself from my
grasping arms and legs, and said, �I believe darling Emma is waking up.� Why don�t you spend some time with her?� I also believe her mother is waking.� I shall attend to her so she�ll be gone when
your mother arrives.�
�
My mother?
�
Emma smiled at me, and
said, �Hi, Linda.� Did the nice man make
you feel good too?�
�
I looked at her neck more
closely and saw what looked like an incision about a half-inch long.� Except for a very thin scab beginning to
form, it didn�t look like much.� I
touched it lightly and Emma didn�t even flinch.� Mr. Farnsworth came back into the bedroom now fully dressed.� He helped Emma put her panties back on, then
smiled and looked at me.
�
�If you�d like, Linda, you
may stay here for a while and rest.� You
feel warm enough?�� As if those words
alone did it, a warmth permeated me from head to toe�a warmth not unlike the
feeling I had moments ago when he �kissed� my neck, though not nearly as
intense.� �I must explain
that�sharing�your blood with me has made me very aroused indeed, as you so
keenly noticed I was truly erect and still am.�
Someone dear to you will take care of that nicely.�
�
He took Emma away, and
soon I heard the front door close.� He
did not return to the bedroom right away, and I drifted in and out of sleep,
dreaming strange dreams for an eleven-year-old girl.� After an indeterminate amount of time, I awoke, hearing sounds from
the next room that were not from conversation.�
I got off the bed, wondering for a moment why I was naked, and peeked
into the living room.� Mr. Farnsworth
was on the sofa having sex�on top this time�with a different woman.� His butt cheeks tightened on each thrust of
his hips, as he went in and out of her.�
For her part, she was saying things like, �I need this!� I haven�t had a decent fuck in YEARS!�� And swearing at him to �Fuck me harder, you
bastard, do me, do me gooooooooood!�� At
her urging he seemed to go faster.
�
My mother!�
�
I can�t remember ever
seeing her completely naked and here she was doing it with a stranger who just
moved in next door.� I should have felt
bad for my dad having her cheat on him but the calming voices in my head were
doing their job and I simply watched.�
Before today I had only a vague idea of sex and now I�d seen two acts in
the flesh and one in my vivid dream (Bobby Jenkins!)
�
Like d�j� vu, while my mom
was crying she was �cumming� Mr. Farnsworth winked at me and motioned with his
hand to come to them on the sofa.� I
did.� I got down on my knees next to the
sofa.� Mr. Farnsworth whispered �Oh
dear, this is perfect, mother and daughter both to be taken in their own
way.�� Even while he still thrust his
hips he leaned over and again I felt the pinprick sensation on my lower neck.
�
�Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh,�
I moaned as the entire world�s butterflies took flight in my belly.
�
�Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,�
he moaned as he climaxed.
�
My mom�s screams drowned
out both our cries of joy.
�
My entire body was
magma-hot and my only other sensation was of trickles of liquid running down
both thighs.�
�
I didn�t recall anything
after that until my mom said, �Hi Linda, how nice of you to come over and visit
Frederick too.�� She was dressed and
sitting primly on the sofa.� I realized
I was dressed too, though my panties felt funny like they weren�t on quite
right.� Mr. Farnsworth�dressed as
well�was sitting in an adjacent chair.
�
�Yes, it�s so pleasant to
have nice neighbors such as you two visit me like this.�� He said my mom�s name and then, �We MUST do
this again.�� She agreed, but to what I
didn�t think she really knew.� On the
way to his door to show us out, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, �You
WILL come to see me tomorrow, won�t you, Linda?�
�
Of course I would.� Such a nice man shouldn�t be lonely.
�
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�
Before I had the chance to
think about visiting him, Danny came over, ready to drag me over there.� I was eager to go but she was even more
so.� When I told my mom where we were
going, she gave me a dreamy look and told me to be nice to the man, and be
good.� A picture of a pepperoni pizza
popped into my mind (so good! �my favorite food!) and I said, �Don�t worry mom,
I�ll be good.�� Food.
�
Mr. Farnsworth welcomed us
in and soon we were out of our clothes and lying on both sides of him on his
big bed.� He drank first from Danny
until her hips jumped and she cried out.�
Her orgasm (I obviously didn�t know anything about �orgasms� back then)
was impressive to watch, maybe more intense than anything I�ve had in my life
from sex.� Unlike me her orgasmic liquid
didn�t just trickle out, it sort of squirted.�
I wished I could do that when he took me.� Then it was my turn, and in addition to �kissing� my neck, he
placed a finger between the folds of my immature puss and stroked it back and
forth and around and around.� I loved
that feeling better than anything in this world.� Warmth spread through me as if I was being electrified.� I knew I screamed like Danny had, but knew
little else.
�
When I became aware again,
my head was resting on his stomach looking at the head of his engorged penis
staring back at me.� Danny was leaning
on him from the opposite side and she began caressing his erection.� Mr. Farnsworth moaned so I knew he liked
it.� I glanced toward Danny and saw the
hypnotic smile as she rubbed him.�
Voices again: You can touch it too, feel its texture and warmth,
stroke its length, go ahead.� I did,
palming him just below Danny�s small hand, and we stroked together.� Soon we were rewarded with several sprays of
white stuff streaming from the opening at the end of his penis.� I thought this must be HIS juice like
what came from Danny and I when he took us.
�
He said, �I need to feed
again from the best source I�ve ever found,� and then �kissed� my neck
again.� I never wanted that feeling to
ever, ever end.
�
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�
I went back the next day
to let him feed, and the next day and the next.� Every night I would look at my reflection in the mirror at the
small incision at the lower edge of my neck near my collarbone and wonder where
it came from.� I was also looking in the
mirror and admiring how much my breasts were growing lately.� I mean, I actually HAD some now.
�
All the women on our
street would visit with nice Mr. Farnsworth whenever they could, like when
their husbands weren�t home.� My mom was
no exception.� I really felt bad for my
dad, but she still seemed to love him and I knew they had sex since I heard
them often pounding away at night when they though I was asleep.� I began to understand more of what was
happening to me and why I was visiting him.�
It wasn�t just mothers going, of course, as all the young girls in our
neighborhood spent their summer days at Mr. Farnsworth�s house.
�
I knew I was his
favorite.� Danny, Patty, Emma and other
girls went there, but I was there everyday, all day.� One day late in the summer, after he had taken me for the second
time, I muttered the one word that kept popping into my foggy yet satisfied
brain.
�
�Vampire?�� I said.
�
He looked at me, smiled
and said without any condescension, �No child, I�m not a vampire in the sense
of bats and garlic and holy water and wooden stakes and all that hogwash in the
movies.� Obviously, I don�t have to hide
from sunlight.�� He stroked my hair as
we lay next to each other in his bed while the afternoon sun coming through the
window bathed us.� �I think you already
know the main difference, Linda.� I give
as much as I receive from my�what word should I use? �Partners? �Lovers?� Donors seems all too unkind, I think.�� He thought for a moment then continued.� �There are not many like me in the
world.� I don�t have fangs; I don�t
bite.� I have a special organ in my
mouth that helps me feed.� I drink the
serum from your blood, which nourishes me, makes me strong, and helps me live a
long life.� You will not become like
me.� That�s another thing best left to
movie fantasy.� What you will get from
me�what you have already received�is strength and longevity you would never
have on your own, though I sense you would become a magnificent woman even
without my �gift� to you.�
�
I knew in my heart that he
had an aura, a sexual magnetism that drew all females to him naturally.� Later in life I studied the effect of
pheromones in humans, since as I grew older I noticed the effect I had on all
the men around me.� I believed that
powerful pheromones gave Mr. Farnsworth his power over us, though I could never
discount some form of psychic energy.�
He gave me that power�his bartered gift.
�
Even though long ago he�d
released me from most of his �hold�, I still came to him, and now I kissed
him.� He had never penetrated me, yet we
were lovers.� He had spoken the correct
word earlier.� At eleven, this was my
first romantic kiss, and it seemed to last forever.
�
�I wish our time together
would last, but alas it must end,� he said sadly.
�
�Why?�
�
�You are only weeks away
from menarche, your first period as you would say, your blossoming into
womanhood.� The power you have to give
me will be no longer.� Such a power it is;
you are the gift, the supreme plasma of life.�
Because I have fed from you my life has been extended immeasurably.� Also because I have fed from you I have sped
up your development.� Alas, menarche
will come early for you as it has with your friends.�� He saw the questioning look on my face.� He continued, �Ah, yes, Patricia and Danielle have both
menstruated.� They still come to me but
the attraction is sexual intercourse, not the�other.�
�
I was astounded.� �You mean you have sex with them?�
�
�No, my dearest, I do
not.� I turn them away, for they, like
you, are much too young for the sacred act.�
One side effect of feeding is the boost to my libido it gives me.�� He laughed, �Something like taking a dozen
Viagra pills.� That is why I must draw
women to me, such as your mother, or I would go crazy from arousal.
�
�If you have only so long
with me, why don�t you feed on me one more time before I go home?�� I said, offering my neck to him.� His mouth came to me, and soon my legs
kicked and my back arched up and my pussy exploded and I screamed in the
sweetest anguish ever, made better because he released his hold and I
acquiesced to his need all on my own.
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I�m sitting at my desk,
pondering how that summer changed me and defined me.� Frederick Farnsworth moved away late in the fall, before I turned
eleven.� One day a For Sale sign showed
up and that was it.� We never saw him
again.� My mom was in a funk for months.� From the time I really got interested in
boys, they were both in awe of me and afraid of me, even Bobby Jenkins.� I had developed early, my breasts bigger and
firmer than any of the other girls in high school.� When I got my first bikini the boys at the beach fought for my
attention.� It wasn�t only on the beach
I intimidated the boys, for I excelled in the classroom as well.� I was valedictorian my senior year.� College seemed like a breeze and before I
knew it I had an MBA and was on my way.�
Law school came next.�
�
A voice at my office door
brought me out of my daydream.� �Don�t
forget your one o�clock meeting with Congressman Miller.�
�
I smiled, and answered
Jenny, �I never forget a meeting with HIM.��
�
The look on her face told
me her daydream was all about the hunky politician.� She said, �I�ll call you a cab, Senator.�
�
Jerry Miller was sitting
at the bar when I entered the hotel.�
This place wasn�t the District�s most posh hotel but then again Jerry
wasn�t looking for elegance, and neither was I.� In Washington, people like us wanted to be anonymous every once
in a while.
�
�Hi Linda,� he said while
motioning to a seat at the bar next to him.�
We kept the greetings simple and had a couple of drinks before we walked
to the elevator.� Once in his room, we
ripped our clothes off and hit the bed.�
After he tongued my clit for a while, he looked up into my eyes, now
opened again, and said, �Your pussy always amazes me.� Damn, it�s like a ten-year-old�s, smooth and not a hair to
see.� I still can�t fathom how you do
it.�
�
I smiled at him and told
him to stop talking and go back to licking.�
No way could I explain how my vulva in fact remained exactly as a
prepubescent girl�s, another �gift� from Mr. Farnsworth.� Men have been worshiping at my
pre-teen-tight vagina ever since the first time I fucked anyone.
�
As he slowly thrust into
me, nestled between my legs, which were nicely wrapped around his exquisite
ass, he said, �No President should be as tight as you are.�� Thrust.�
Thrust.
�
I murmured, �No
President�s ever had a cunt before, and I think that�s a better place to be
tight than any asshole.�
�
He pumped, and we both
laughed.� He was a marvelous lover and
knew how to last.� Before he was going
to cum, he groaned �Get ready, Madam President��
�
I whispered, �In two
years, Jerry.� And you�ll be there with
me.�� I groaned, �I�m there too,� and I
screamed in orgasm as he too climaxed.�
I hadn�t realized until later that while I came I bit him in the neck,
drawing a little blood.� His �gift� ran
deep.� I thought: Thank you, Mr.
Farnsworth, wherever you are.
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The End
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If you liked my story, e-mail me at [email protected] and let me know what you think of my writing.� This was my first erotic fiction story. � I hope you liked it.� The rest of my stuff can be found at the Cotton Candy web site.� Thank you.
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