The Curse Awakens

by Piper

mc; Mg; Mf; oral; caution

This is a requested sequel to one of my older stories, Blissful Curse. It turned out to be a little darker than I intended, hence the caution tag. Sorry for the odd Star Wars title here; for some reason both Blissful Curse and this sequel were hard for me to name.
Just when I thought my life could not get worse, my curse began growing stronger. I try to block out memories of my victims, so I am not sure exactly when it started to happen. Ever since my curse began, girls would not be affected if they were 50 feet away or so. Then, last year, I noticed that I was attracting more girls whenever I was forced to go out shopping. I thought for a while I was just having the bad luck of going out at the same time moms were out with their kids. I did not realize that my range had expanded until Riley Wallace had a pool party to celebrate her fifteenth birthday.

I had seen Riley only once before. When I first moved into the neighborhood seven years prior, I had been stupid enough to stay home on Halloween night. I had not seen any kids playing outside on my street, so I thought I had been lucky enough to move into a neighborhood with older couples. Halloween showed me how wrong I was. The Wallaces were one of the first families to go out trick-or-treating that night, which is how I met them before fleeing my house for the safety of a nearby bar.

Mr. Wallace, Neil, I think that is his name, was the escort for an eight-year-old Riley and her six-year-old brother, Chase. Neil spent a few minutes welcoming me to the neighborhood and explaining that their family lived two blocks to the West. I tried to keep him engaged in the conversation and pretend that I was as oblivious as he was to the fact that his little girl was stripping out of her Snow White costume and unbuttoning my jeans. He was saying something about rising homeowners dues when I felt Riley grinding her face against my crotch. Of course, my cock was flaccid. Even though an eight-year-old's mouth does not feel much different from a twenty-year-old's, just knowing that she was eight was keeping me limp. I lost the thread of my conversation with Neil as I tried to dredge up memories of some porn flick to wake the snake. Neil did not get offended when I stopped answering him. Like his son, he waited placidly for his daughter to finish her business with me. It took several minutes for me to work up enough interest to cum in Riley's mouth, and I was very glad that no other trick-or-treaters showed up in the interval. After I came down her throat, I watched resignedly as the girl dressed her undeveloped body again. The three walked away with Riley and Chase arguing about who had collected the most candy so far. I did not even have to listen to know that Riley would make no comment about the salty aftertaste in her mouth.

My second encounter with Riley was much more troubling because it was on a day when she had been at her house, two blocks away. I was working in my home office when I heard the knocking. I hate answering my door. I almost never have anyone over to my house, so when someone knocks it is always an enthralled girl wanting to service me. Usually it is a Girl Scout, or a child out walking with her mother, who wandered too close to my house. I have to answer or they only get more insistent. Years ago, before I moved to this house, a girl cut her arm when she broke through a window trying to get to me. I had been hiding inside, unable to face the thought of raping another little girl. Now I just deal with it as best as I can.

I have victimized hundreds of girls, alone and in small groups, and I thought I would not be surprised by a situation ever again. But I never would have expected the hoard of half-naked teens standing on my porch. Usually girls wait until they are right in front of me to strip. These girls were all already wearing bikinis that exposed tantalizing expanses of their bare skin. The sunlight was refracting off of the water beading on their taut bodies, as if my curse had suddenly fallen over them while they were in the pool. They must have been close to Riley's age, which would put them around fourteen or fifteen. I am ashamed to say I was starting to get turned on. I knew it was terrible, and that they were half my age, but after so many times of being sucked off by prepubescent girls, the sight of some tits, even small tits, was a serious turn-on. I drank in the sight of their pert breasts pushing out against the fabric of their bikini tops. For the first time in a while, I thought I might be able to enjoy this bit of pleasure. Then I made the mistake of looking up to their faces. They were staring at me with the same vacant expression that all of my victims have. They were not excited to be with me. They were not even willing. They were mindless moths drawn to a flame.

I wish I could say that their slack faces completely turned me off but a man's libido is not always stifled so easily. In any case, it did not matter whether I was turned off or not. They would not leave until they were done, and given their ages, they would want vaginal sex rather than oral. A Hispanic girl was already reaching up to take off her bikini top and I knew the others would quickly follow suit. I hurriedly backpedaled further into my house. My curse prevented other people from noticing the disgusting sex acts I had to perform, but I was never sure if that blindness applied to a girl's discarded clothing. If I did not lead them inside the house, these pretty teens would leave a small mound of bikinis on my porch. As I backed up, the girls stumbled after me like baby ducklings. I doubled back and kicked the door shut after the last girl, a petite Asian in a hot pink bikini, walked into my house. My little stunt cost me my last few moments of freedom. The mass of bikini-clad girls now had me trapped with my back to the front door. It was hard to be sure but I counted around ten blank faces, all looking at me.

Now that they did not have to follow me anymore, the girls began to strip. That was when I recognized Riley, who had just taken off her dark purple top. When she had sucked me off on that Halloween so many years ago, I had noticed two small moles on her flat chest, forming a small triangle with her left nipple. They were still there, although now they were like tiny patches of dirt on a snow-covered mountain. I have to admit that at that moment I was so distracted by Riley's jiggling tits that I did not make the connection between her presence and the increased range of my curse. In my defense, there were a lot of other distractions too, namely nine other pairs of breasts that greeted my eyes as top after top fell to the floor around me. My favorite memory of that encounter came next. The girls were bending forward to pull down their bottoms, so I did not have to see their slack expressions. I could just enjoy the sight of their breasts wobbling as they leaned over and stepped out of their bottoms.

The girls straightened up and my cock was in the middle of doing the same. I flicked my eyes around their waists. Most of the girls were trimmed to some degree and the Asian was either hairless or she had shaved completely. Unlike a lot of guys nowadays, I did not like the shaved look. I had seen too many bald pussies in my life and I did not want to see them on older girls. I was distracted enough by weighing the merits of each teen's assets that the first one almost caught me by surprise. I caught a bit of movement out of my peripheral sight and then a girl was pressing herself against me. I looked down at her. She was a brunette, slim, but maybe the most busty of the bunch. She was trying to push me to the ground so she could get on top of me. Thankfully her attention was focused on my cock and I could not see her empty eyes. I could almost pretend that we were lovers.

I stepped away from my first victim and walked to the couch in my living room. Almost a dozen naked sleepwalkers trailed behind me. The brunette was leading the pack and after I laid down on the couch, she climbed on top of me. I watched, feeling almost as empty of emotion as she was, as she lowered herself on to me. I wondered if she was a virgin, if any of the other girls were. I was probably stealing a milestone that should be shared with a first love. I am sorry to say that thought did not make a bit of difference to my cock. She was attractive and that was all I needed to cum in her, apparently. I felt disgusted with myself as she lifted herself off of me and walked out of the room without a backward glance. She would put her bikini back on and walk back to Riley's pool as if nothing had happened. There would be a sparse train of girls walking back soon enough, with cum leaking into their bikini bottoms. I let out a strangled half-laugh at the absurd mental image as the Hispanic girl crawled on top of me.

The other teens pressed forward until my couch was surrounded by attractive, naked flesh. I guess too much time had lapsed since they had stripped and my curse was telling them that they needed me now. The Hispanic girl was still working on my cock, so the other teens were left to stave off their lust in other ways. Riley took my hand, which had been hanging over the side of the couch, and began to grind it against her pussy. A cute blonde was humping my shin like a dog, although there was a lot less intelligence in her eyes. Another blonde was standing by my head and it felt like she was grinding her pussy against my hair as I laid with my head on the couch's armrest. I do not know what kind of satisfaction that gave them. I knew from experience that they still would not leave until they had my cum inside of them.

It was almost an hour before the last girl had finished, dressed, and left. I probably had my curse to thank for my accelerated recovery time. When I was younger, before I had begged my parents to send me to an all-boys private school, I would be sucked off by as many as fifteen girls on the school bus and probably close to a hundred more before the school day was over. I was always able to recover in a minute or so, and I always produced at least some cum, even when I should have been much too young to do so. Since cum seemed to be the only way to get rid of a girl that was under my curse's influence, I was grateful for my recovery time. It helped a lot whenever I snared a bunch of girls, like Riley's birthday party. But just because I could cum did not mean that I would allow myself to enjoy it. When I was raping Riley's group, I had lain in the same place for the entire time. I used to put some effort into sex, at least with hotter, older girls like Riley's party. But the more I did that, the more I felt like I was truly raping them. I decided it was better to be as passive as possible and get everything over with.

Riley became my first regular victim. She usually knocked on my door after school let out but sometimes I would find her on my porch in the morning. The few days when I did not see her usually took place over a weekend, so I assumed she was traveling or sleeping over at a friend's house. For me, the year that followed her enslavement was a new and intimate experience. Since I work so hard to avoid girls, the random ones that find me usually end up being one-time things. With Riley I was getting the same girl over and over. As she aged from fifteen to sixteen, I watched her body develop and grow more beautiful. At some point I even convinced myself that we were in a relationship of some kind. In hindsight, I may have done that just to keep myself from going insane when I met her vacant eyes.




I do not know why my curse started changing. I never claimed to know anything about my curse. But I had a terrible suspicion that it had grown stronger as I had gotten better at evading girls. I used to be able to go for weeks at a time without accidentally ensnaring a girl. If this curse was made to abuse girls, it might have reacted to the lack of sex that I was having. That is the only theory I had to explain how my range had increased to hook Riley all the time. I think that having Riley sated the curse for a while. Or it might have kept growing, without my realizing it, until it was too late.

My wake-up call one morning was a series of tiny knocks on my front door. I checked my bedside clock and saw that it was 9:00 A.M., which should have been warning enough. When Riley came over in the morning it was usually before school. I did not know who else it could be, though. The persistent knocks let me know it was an entranced girl, so I assumed it must be Riley. With a groan, I dragged myself out of bed and walked downstairs. I was only wearing a pair of boxers but as far as I was concerned, that meant I could get her in and out faster.

As I approached the front door I realized that there were multiple girls knocking. It was a weekday, so how had my curse caught more than one fluke girl? I opened my front door, looked out, and shut it within the space of two seconds. That was not possible. There were not a couple of girls, or even a dozen. There were over a hundred. They were spread out in front of my house in a sea of bodies, none higher than my chest. It was not possible. There was no way so many girls had passed close enough to me. The only place that would have so many little girls would be the elementary school. Over two miles away. It was not possible.

The knocking had resumed, more insistently. A dozen tiny fists were beating on my door. Then as if word had spread, I heard the thrum of glass as girls began knocking on my windows. My mind flashed back to the girl who had cut her arm breaking through my old window. I had let her in through the front door as soon as I had heard the glass shatter and she had sucked me off with blood trickling down her arm. But that was one girl. I could not let a school's worth of girls in. I would never be able to live with that. So, it was finally time. I had been too much of a coward before. I unlocked my front door and within seconds the girls were pushing it open. Now they would not hurt themselves breaking in. I did not have to worry about them anymore. Everything would be over before they could reach me.

I ran to the kitchen and opened the cabinet where I kept my gun. I never liked guns but I had bought it thinking that one day I might be noble enough to save the untold numbers of girls that I would eventually rape. A .38 special revolver. I held it against my bare chest and let the cold metal feel the beating of my heart. Now I needed the bullet. I was not even brave enough to keep the gun loaded. I pulled open a kitchen drawer and found my small carton of ammo in the back. The scuff of a sandal alerted me to their presence on the tiled kitchen floor. I whipped my head around. A wave of girls was flooding into the kitchen. I did not have time. Even if they were in some kind of trance, I was not going to shoot myself in front of a bunch of second graders, or whatever they were. They had almost reached me when I freed a bullet and clenched it in my fist. My hot skin quickly warmed the metal as I evaded the girls. They were blocking two sides of the kitchen, leaving only the door to my backyard as an option. I would step outside, close the door, and shoot myself. None of the girls would see my corpse when the spell ended and they returned to normal. A small measure of good karma to set against a lifetime's worth of bad.

I kept my back to the door and held my gun in my left hand. With my right hand I tried to unlock the door while simultaneously keeping my grip on the bullet. I also had to use my foot to keep the closest girls back. They were getting too numerous and pressed together so tightly that soon I would not be able to move. The closest ones were already beginning to strip. I ignored their unappealing flat chests and turned slightly so I could see the lock. I gave the deadbolt a desperate wrench and pulled the door open. The girls were pressing forward behind me. I twisted the door open, squeezed outside, and... immediately tripped over a kindergartner.

I fell face-first onto my back porch as my legs tangled with the little girl. I reflexively used my right arm to break my fall and let go of the bullet in the process. Somehow I had managed to keep a grip on my gun but it did not matter anymore. The bullet rolled away with a clatter and was quickly lost as the fifty girls who had crowded around my porch stepped pressed forward. I rolled over onto my back as the kindergartener that I had tripped on wiggled free of my legs. I was then looking straight up the dress of another little girl, specifically at the flower-spotted panties between her legs. The pseudo-shade disappeared as she pulled the dress up over her head. All around me, the other girls were doing the same.

I was at the bottom of a sea of empty faces. There was no room to move. The entire porch was filled with little girls' bodies pressed up against one another. I vaguely heard the backdoor swinging open as the girls inside the house started to join their classmates on the porch. In the race for my cock, the kindergartner narrowly beat out the girl whose dress I had looked up. She was so tiny. Hot tears trickled down my cheeks as I laid on the deck. Her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. So soft and delicate and so damn small. A film of tears blurred my vision until I closed my eyes and blinked them away. Nothing changed. They were still staring at my cock. They would all take it. In the mouth, in their pussies, it did not matter. I was raping them all. There was no escape, for them or for me.

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