****** Interlude with the Vampire by Whiff ******
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Interlude with the Vampire


I've been watching the various boards for a couple of years, wondering if
anyone writing some of the erotic Vampire stories had it right. I don't really
think so, based on my own experience, though occasionally one of them sounds
close. The thing is, I guess I can't say I'm an expert, since there's no
guarantee that others are like Brad. But it's hard to believe they could be
very different, since when I think about him, everything seems so logical.

I was between marriages, the first a disaster, the second that lasted all this
time, very happily. The only good thing from the first was my son Todd, who was
four the year I gave up and filed for divorce. Money wasn't much of a problem,
we oral surgeons do very well, and in my case the hours aren't too bad. At
twenty eight, I wished that I was happier, because I had all the things you
were supposed to need in life, but of course that isn't the answer, we all find
out. Todd was a consistent pleasure, and for a year or so, I just sort of
floated.

But eventually, I was starved for male companionship, and my small circle of
friends just didn't offer any suitable company.

Masturbation was getting old, and besides a good looking, well built redhead in
good shape should have alternatives, I thought. So I tried a couple of singles
bars, and met Brad the third night at the nicest.

Those places all have more girls than boys, and when this tall, blond man built
like a surfer walked in, I was so far away that I figured he'd be surrounded
before I could even get to him. He stood in the door to the bar, but didn't
seem to be looking anywhere.

Still, none of the women even seemed to notice him. After a moment, he took a
seat at the mahogany table in the foyer, and ordered a drink. I kept waiting
for him to be attacked, but it didn't happen.

At the time, this car salesman was hitting on me, I remember he was trying so
hard he kept spitting on my sleeve. I had been thinking about leaving to get
away from him. Suddenly, he got this far away look in his eyes, and just walked
off. That surprised me, and as I watched him go, this baritone voice said, very
quietly, "I see you're alone. Want some company?" I looked up, and there he
was.

Up close, he was a little swarthy, but his face was beautiful, if you can use
that word for a man. There were some wrinkles, but it added character, and his
eyes smiled. He was tall, but slim. He wore a black polo and dark red pants. It
was super dramatic with the longish blond hair. I stared at him, but couldn't
speak. Finally, he raised his eyebrows, and that sort of broke my spell, and I
stuttered "Oh, yeah, well, sure, if you want." He sat down with a smooth,
unhurried movement, right next to me. My heart was going a mile a minute, and
my stomach churned.

An aside about myths. Later, I found out the only mind control he used that
night was on the other women, and the salesman. He said that seduction was far
more pleasurable when it was unforced. He said it was the chase, the pursuit,
that added piquance. Besides, he didn't need it.

Of course, his physical presence and suave style were irresistible,
particularly to a woman who hadn't felt the attention of a handsome,
intelligent man in a sexual way for a good year and a half. "My name's Brad,
Brad Lucard. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I was
tongue tied, but managed to choke out "Just here for a drink."

He chatted me up in a very nice, dignified way until I began to relax. After I
finally worked up the nerve to tell him my recent history, he commented, "The
man must have been brain dead, Susan. Beautiful, well built, making a lot of
money. A little ego is a terrible thing." He was right, my ex had been all
conflicted about me, and it had ruined any chance we might have had for a good
relationship. The girl he had the affair with, that was the final straw, was
short, dumpy, and earned seven bucks an hour in a law office. The idiot used
her boss in the divorce, and my guy ate him alive.

But Brad had no such problem. I could tell he felt that I was a suitable
companion for him, that he deserved someone special. As we talked, he was
interesting, expressed opinions without fearing that I would disagree, and made
me feel like an adult again. Also, just his conversation, and the occasional
brush of his shoulder against mine had me getting my panties sticky. I remember
being glad I had worn the sexy thong sheers, that went with the black chemise.
After a while, I made sure his shoulder would brush my tits too.

Another digression. My pussy is really hyperactive. I cream fast, and have a
strong musky odor, that isn't disagreeable. The first really pushy thing Brad
did was lean slightly nearer to me, sniff the scent that was starting to
surround me, overpowering my perfume, and then look into my eyes. He smiled,
and went "Mmmmmmm. Susan, Susan. You smell wonderful, suddenly."

First, I blushed, embarassed that he had noticed so easily. Then I closed my
eyes, saying to myself "Come on, asshole, this is why you came here." and
whispered to him, "My place isn't far, Brad. Why pay retail when I have some
very old Brandy at home?" He signalled the waitress without another word, and
we left two half finished drinks on the table. But the walk five blocks to my
townhouse was like a seduction itself.

We both were letting ourselves brush together. He had a hand around my waist,
and it very quickly cupped my ass. My arm around his waist would pull his hips
into mine, and after a block I was turning slightly so his thigh bumped my
crotch. I kept looking up into his eyes, and half way there, he leaned down and
brushed his lips across mine. It's a cliche, but it really was like an electric
spark. We just kept rotating until we were trying to walk sideways, my stomach
pushing into his cock, which was poking out and felt huge. Finally we stopped
and embraced passionately, mouths open and sucking, tongues lashing each other.

I'm five eight, but he still towered over me. I hooked a leg around one of his,
and used the leverage to grind my hips into his, being sure to get as good a
feel of his stiff member as I could. I was breathing hard, and all I could
smell was my cunt musk, surrounding us like a cloud. Remember I hadn't been
laid for a long time, so I was mad with lust. He wasn't frantic, but went with
my urgency, and I felt like I was in a world of our own there on the dark
street. My mind was really out there, concentrating on his lips, his cock, the
wonderful feel of his body against mine.

Suddenly, he picked me up and we were standing in front of my townhouse, the
door open. I was a little surprised, because I didn't know how we had gotten
there so fast, as he stood with my arms around his neck, holding me so easily.
"Shall we go in, Susan?" That myth is true, he had to be invited. "Oh God, yes,
hurry Brad." He strode powerfully into the living room, but set me gently on
the long sectional couch, then knelt beside me. His lips met mine as I felt his
hands dip into the bodice of my sheath, and begin to caress my boobs. The nips
were hard already, and his touch sent bolts into my chest, even down to my
twat. I was starting to writhe the way I do when I'm turned on, my hips moving
in a fucking motion, my legs opening.

I was just soaring, waiting for his hand to get at my pussy, thinking he might
rip my clothes off, pressing my mouth to his as hard as I could, trying to wrap
my tongue around his. My arms were clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him
into me. Honestly, it was the most intense sexual arousal I had ever felt. His
shoulder muscles were hard and their rippling as he moved his hands over me was
incredibly stimulating. I kept sucking air in through my nose, not wanting to
break the bond our lips had made.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me, and whispered "Susan, my beauty, let's take a
moment and get naked." I blinked a couple of times, sort of knocked off rhythm,
but when he stood up and pulled the black polo shirt over his head, I jumped to
my knees, and tore the dress up over my head. My red hair got messed up, but
that just made it wild around my head, not a bad look in the circumstances. My
bare boobs felt the air, as I sighed with wonder at how good it was to have
their cushiony fullness exposed. I held my hands with the dress over my head,
watching him eye my tits. They're big, and sag a touch, but posed like that
I've always thought they were attractive, nice and high, with big aureolae and
nice tips. When I saw his pleasure in their look, I smiled. It's nice to be
admired, and Brad did it with a leer that warmed me.

His hands reached out for them. He covered both with his palms, pushing gently,
then letting his fingers caress and knead. God it felt good. We stayed like
that for several minutes, while he played with my breasts, not only did it
please him, it let me calm down a little. I whispered "Let's use the bed,
Brad." He remembered about Todd, and asked "What about your son?"

"It's his father's weekend."

Then I felt myself picked up again, his head buried between my tits, as he
walked that decisive way to my bedroom down the hall.

He spread me out in the middle of my queen size bed. I had the dark red spread
on it, so my pale skin must have been a nice contrast as I moaned and writhed
gently, staring at him. That was the first time I felt the lovely anticipation
that it turns out goes with Brad. I knew he was going to fuck me wonderfully,
give me terrific orgasms, but there's another dimension, a sense of belonging
to him, of pleasure in being his woman.

As I watched him push down his pants, revealing a semi-hard nine inch cock, the
heat in my body soared. Just looking at him, muscular without being buffed,
graceful in all his movements, a smile that was lusty, pleased with me, greedy,
confident, playing on his face, I was lost in him. My hands fluttered at the
thong, trying to slip it off, but he whispered "No, no Susan, let me." He
almost floated down to my side, supporting himself on his elbow, his hand in my
hair while the other cupped one of my tits. I felt his dong poking my hip, and
had a little shuddering sort of mini climax right there.

He could tell, and the smile got wider, greedier. "Oh my beauty, what a
deliciously sexy thing you are."

He kissed me while he caressed both breasts. His tongue was like a fiery lance,
thrilling my whole body as it explored my mouth, and dueled with my own. I was
wiggling at him, and tried to pull him on top of me. Instead, he released my
mouth as he started kissing toward my tits, while his hand drifted down to my
belly. He took a good five minutes with his mouth touching firmly on every hot
spot on my upper body, until finally one nipple was sucked into his mouth, and
his hand was under the thong, covering my cunt. I was vibrating, shuddering,
and moaning as his finger found my clitty.

He massaged it very gently, even as the tingling his lips were causing on my
nipples spread into me like a warm wave of desire. I was already way beyond any
lovemaking I had ever known before. He kept me jangling like that for what
seemed like an eternity. Then his head came up, and his hand withdrew. His eyes
captured mine, and he sucked on the two fingers that had gotten wet with my
pussy cream, licking it too. I groaned to him "Oh Brad, come on, come on.
Unnhhhh." Then he kissed me again, I could taste my cream, and had another one
of those little cums. Sitting here writing this, I'm creaming again with the
memory.

Then he gently twisted around to get his head near my abdomen, his eyes holding
mine, licking his lips. He took a deep breath, grinned with the smell, and
buried his head between my thighs, his mouth on the outside of the thong. He
sucked, I swear some of the juice came through the panties, as I felt his cock
on my cheek. Taking one last look at his gorgeous face about to eat my twat, I
smiled at him, rotating my head enough to get the head of his tool to my mouth.
He gave a little nod, as my lips surrounded the textured skin of his prickhead,
projecting out of the foreskin. I felt the panties start to slide down my legs,
and humped my hips to help.

The contact of his mouth with my trimmed, bare pussy was an explosion of
ecstacy. He surrounded the whole thing, and his tongue entered me, then moved
up to diddle my clit. The rush of desire made me push his member into my mouth,
around four inches, while I licked it, pushing the foreskin down. I had thought
that might make him push further, but his relaxed, easy pace continued. He made
small, gentle movements, so I had room to get even more of that now hard flesh
into my throat, knowing he wouldn't make a sudden move. When I did that, his
tongue got impossibly deep into my cunt, sort of matching my sucking.

We just lay there making oral love, on and on, the smell my musk and perfume, a
little of my sweat. I was rising to a boil, loving the taste of his cock, while
he fed in my cunt. There wasn't any pre cum coming from him, but his flesh in
my mouth was marvelous. For the first time, I noticed a smell he had, it was
musky too, but very male. His tongue was fucking me, getting a long way down
inside my vagina, yet somehow still rubbing the clitty. I started to rise
toward another orgasm.

He pulled away from me when my hips started really thrusting at him.

He seemed to float around between my legs, his eyes drifting down from my face
to take in my body. I could feel a sheen of sweat all over me, and rubbed
myself, spreading it around, wanting to look good for him. I still had the
stockings on, and I knew from years of studying myself in mirrors I was sensual
as hell like this, because my tits were swelled, my cuntlips were too, and my
stomach was sucked in from my hard breathing as I undulated. "Oh Brad, fuck me,
fuck the shit out of me. Don't you want your beauty?" That was the first time I
saw the fangs. They never get huge, just sharp little eyeteeth. But they hadn't
been there before. As he knelt there between my legs, my mind whirled, feeling
that anticipation I was talking about. The fever in my body didn't give way to
fear, but to want. I wanted him to fuck me and use me however he desired. I
heard his murmured "I need you Susan." I know I smiled and reached up for him,
turning my head slightly, exposing my neck.

Suddenly, I could feel my jugular vein pulsing there.

After that, the bliss was so strong that few details are clear to me. His cock
stroked deep inside me slowly but firmly, its size not bothering me a bit, I
was so wet. As he bottomed on his first thrust, I came fully for what might as
well have been the first time of my life, it was so powerful. His body was
fully on top of me, and the whirlpool of joyful release closed on me like a
vise. It went on and on, fantastic and sweet, enveloping me in a cocoon of
wonder. I felt his breath on my throat, and licking. Heat radiated from there
as well as throughout my body. He kept pistoning slowly as I wallowed in that
cum, making it last and last.

Eventually I came down, but he was still inside, and started to go faster,
fucking firmly while I wrapped my legs around his slim hips and met each
downstroke. My clit was blossoming, but the echoes of tingling desire were all
over me, my titties, my belly button, my asshole, everywhere. In spite of the
lubrication inside my twat, I could feel every vein, every inch of his cock, as
it pummeled me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it against my throat.
My mind was full of realization that this was supernatural in it's pleasure,
accepting that he was going to drink my blood, not caring, wanting to nurture
him. That idea was just a soft, secondary part of the ecstacy, but I knew. And
I wanted it.

He continued fucking until I was there on the plateau, another climax right
around the corner. My hips were writhing, meeting his, and I was groaning with
desire. My hand was still pulling his mouth into my neck. I heard him sigh,
then felt two little sharp pricks in the tender skin of the lower portion of
the soft tissue of my throat where he had been kissing. Just for a moment, he
paused with his mouth around that spot, his cock starting to fuck wildly, and
the anticipation was a wonderful agony for me. Then he began to suck.

The feeding is like having your whole being sucked into him. It involves a
surrender to him, a sense of nurturing him, and an orgasm that is beyond words,
or anything human. The release is there, even stronger for me than the first
time, but now rising into a rush that is better than a heroin shot, a first
drink, the first drag on a cigarette in the morning, than the relief after
childbirth. I kept pulling his head to me, but my other arm collapsed to the
side, and my legs flailed out so I was spreadeagled there on the bed. He didn't
feed long, just a minute or two I think, but he kept his tool inside me, and I
felt him gushing deep in my cunt. It's the only time they can have an orgasm.

For me it lasted a good ten minutes. He licked at the spot on my neck, then lay
with his head on my boobs as I gasped and luxuriated in the rapture. His dick
was soft now, and he let his hand sort of knead and caress my pulsating pussy,
as his spunk and my cream kept oozing out. My free hand started rubbing at my
body, the excited spots responding to my touch. Then when my mind returned to
some sort of control, I looked at him and pulled his head toward me, breathing
"More Brad, take some more, do that again."

He chuckled and left me, laying there, returning quickly with two snifters of
my good brandy. He pulled me up to a sitting position and gave me a sip. Then
he hugged me to his body, and I nestled there, feeling his movements as he
sipped on the brandy too. I lay back down and pleaded "Okay, Brad, thanks for
the drink, now do it again, please, let me feed you." He leaned down and kissed
my mouth, then sort of plumped some of the pillows up, resting them against the
headboard, and pulled me up against them in a sitting position.

He handed me a glass, took his own, and lay down with his head on my tummy,
facing me, playing with my tits.

"Darling Susan, if I drink too much I will use you up, and you are much too
desirable for that. I will return to you tomorrow night, and will feed after
your body has replenished itself. But we will make love again tonight. Drink,
my beauty. Do not worry, we will share passion many times in your life." It
turns out that what they do is develop a harem, so they can feed without
killing. He says the last thing they want is to turn people into corpses or
vampires.

"That's when they start hunting, my darling. Some jealous husband, jilted wife,
religious zealot. We are flesh and blood, not ghosts or spirits. We have
learned to be careful."

TWO

What happens is that your life separates into two parts. One is the normal,
everyday routine of existence, holding it's own pleasures.

They don't dim, or wilt. It's just that their importance declines.

You're calmer, better controlled. I've found I can see things clearer now,
without the passions and ego that otherwise color most of our judgements.
People's foolishness doesn't anger you. It just goes with the territory.

Because the other part of your life contains all the emotional satisfaction you
need. The passion, the desire, the fulfillment are beyond human experience, and
it's marvelous. People told me I looked better than I ever had that first year,
when he came almost every night. Toward the end, of course, I lost a little
weight, but it wasn't all bad. I have never been more content, or happier,
since.

Brad always came to me late in the night, waking me with his mind an hour or so
before slipping through the window of my bedroom.

That first year, I would try to find new looks for him, spending most of my
clothing budget on negligees, filmy underwear, a few of those Fredrick's of
Hollywood things, loving to surprise and entice him. He would usually stay away
after my period started, for several days. I would eat voraciously, gulping
down iron and multivitamins.

He helped me find the right combination so I was generating plenty of blood. I
would lock Todd's door every night, then shower and sleep in the nude. Brad was
an incredibly sensual man, and I became as rooted in eroticism as he was. The
pleasures my body gave me had never seemed so lovely, so intense. Falling to
sleep with cool satin sheets caressing my skin, surrounded by perfume, knowing
he would be coming to me, was like being in heaven. Then awakening, his voice
whispering in my mind, buzzing with the imminence of his presence, stretching
and slowly dressing for him, puttering around in preparation, then for the last
few minutes, standing there at the window, waiting.

Then he would be there, embracing me, whispering "Susan, Susan, my beauty, you
look incredible tonight." His hands would caress me, slowly, never frantic,
stoking me up, making me cream. He always said he loved my pussy's smell, and
often would give me my first orgasm kneeling there while I was still wearing
the evenings' costume, eating my cunt voraciously, while I supported myself on
his head.

It was always unique. I remember times when I rode his prone body, working his
stiff cock inside me for half an hour, cumming two or three times, until he
would nod gently, and with a thrill I would lean down to offer him my throat.
Crouched there, feeling him feed, the exploding rapture overtaking me, as shot
after shot of his jism would leak down to wet our pubic hair. I remember his
tool deep in my ass, from behind, the fangs surprising me, causing a more
intense but quicker euphoria.

There was a spot on my groin he fed from, his fingers in my pussy, his cock
exploding into my mouth, invigorating me. He always said that was one of his
favorites, because my odor was so strong, and he loved the spasms in my belly.
Once he fed on my breast, right in the aureola, the pain adding fervor to the
whole experience. And always the surging, throbbing wonder of the climactic
minutes.

After six months, he lingered one night. "My darling, you are very special to
me, but I have been with you too long. I can feel you weakening." He had told
me that it couldn't last forever, that eventually he would come less often. I
began sobbing that moment, and he held me tenderly. I had given the matter some
thought, and after calming down, argued "Brad, I can get as much Dexedrine as I
need. It will keep me strong. One injection a day would be plenty, and it also
helps build up the blood." Which was true, though there was a risk of
overstimulation. But he didn't really understand the medical consequences.

The dex came to be part of our loveplay. I would have the syringe on the
bedside table, and he would inject me a few moments before feeding. The rush
from the drug added to the pleasure for both of us. I offered to get him some
for his others, but he said "No my darling, I always tire of even my most
delicious friends. You are so special I want to stay as long as possible, but
eventually even you will wilt for me. Living for centuries makes permanence
impossible."

At the time, he had four acolytes. Three women, one man. Every once in a while,
when everyone's schedules permitted we would get together and have an orgy. In
the year I was a regular for him, there were three. Todd was away each time,
and the others were also free. He had an apartment in a seedy part of the city,
that was a third floor loft. The first time I was the last to arrive, but just
barely. You might think there would be jealousy, rivalry. But it isn't like
that at all. We each knew all the others, and introductions were unnecessary.
We all shared the rhapsody of his love, happily, and with wild exuberance.

The women were all buxom and pretty, and the man was a six foot hunk, though a
little too beefy for my taste. Nonetheless, we all made love to each other. It
was my first time with another woman, and with two cocks, but it all seemed
natural and welcome. Brad fed from me as one of the women ate my pussy while
the man buggered me.

When Brad was finished, he fucked me with the other still up my ass.

It was wild, and the release was as good as always, but it never made me as
happy as alone with Brad. Sixty nining with the women was a pleasant thing to
do while we waited. Each time he fed, we would all gather around, touching,
caressing, filling whatever holes were available, sharing in the experience.I
remember leaving with a sense of having made him happy, but no urge to do it
again.

Eventually, it ended as a regular thing. "You cannot go on like this, Susan. I
taste your blood, do you think you can fool me? We must stop." He didn't come
for three weeks, and while the first week was terrible, I eventually got
adjusted to a pale and weak normality. I quit the drug, and could see myself
getting stronger.

The night I awoke with his voice preparing me in my mind, I had to shower
quickly, and didn't have time to dress up at all. The leap in my heart when he
embraced my bare flesh was a flash of hope. He wasn't going to leave me, it
wasn't over, really.

You know how it is. Like sex. When you haven't had something for a long time,
the thrill is better than when it's a regular thing. The rhapsody was like that
with him, that night. Longer, more thrilling, encompassing beyond words. I kept
gasping "Oh Brad, oh my dearest.

Ah yes, yes, ahhhhhh..." I asked him, finally, would it be every three weeks
now? Could I count on it?

THREE

The short answer was no. He didn't come for a month after that first irregular
visit, and in another year, it seems to me it was every five weeks or so. Not
predictable. What it did, and truthfully now I think it's what he intended, was
to make me get on with my life. I started dating, and found to my amazement
that sex was better than it had ever been with even the older men. My
sensuality had increased so that I would lead them, and it worked well.

Eventually, I met Samuel. Funny, I can't call him Sam. It just doesn't go. We
were both attending a convention in Mexico. I felt kind of liberated, and wore
a really sexy outfit to the evening dinner, and we met that first night. When
we got back to the States, he asked me out, even though he had to drive three
hours. I liked him well enough to simply have him stay with me, and that first
night I sent Todd over to a friend's house. He's a really witty, happy guy,
full of enthusiasms, and I found his excitement a great antidote to my
continuing ennui.

And he said I made him a better lover than he had ever imagined himself. That
first night, he got it up twice, going nuts over my boobs. I found myself
grinning with each climax, watching his desperation give way to relief, then
wild happiness at his success.

He was so delighted to feel he had been able to get me off twice. He was ten
years older than I was, and our second date, I know he had a great time in my
bed, but I also knew that our sex life wasn't going to last very long. He had
to use a popper on our honeymoon, and after a year or so, we would plan on
Saturday nights, and not make it up the couple of times I was menstruating.

But he made me happy. Still does, though not very often in bed anymore. He
doesn't know about Brad, or Todd. But he knows there's someone. He still loves
me, and I love him too, in a way. It's kind of a typical accommodation. Brad
didn't show up for about a year after I was married, then one night, I felt his
call.

I was instantly worried about Samuel, so I met Brad in the living room, in my
nightgown, though I had time to put on makeup. As he kissed me hello, he
whispered "Don't worry about your husband, he will sleep." The timing was such
that I knew perfectly well it wasn't Brad that ruined my sex life with Samuel.
And I wanted him so.

That was the night he started feeding far more heavily from me. It had been so
long, that I almost forced him to take me deeply the first draught, the soul
filling ecstacy lasting incredibly. I remember being spread eagled on the
carpet, my gown still around my shoulders, my hand catching our juices as they
leaked out of my pussy and eating them. His jism gave me some sort of boost. I
was writhing, full of passion and want, holding his eyes and trying to make my
undulations as sexy as I could.

It worked. "Susan, Susan, you are such an erotic sight, my beauty. I do love
those tits so." He pulled my gown off, and pulled me on top of him. He
penetrated me again, letting me ride that huge cock, as his lips sucked
voraciously around my nipples. I never knew what he would do to me, yet it was
never clumsy or strained. As I rose toward release, his hands in my hair pulled
my neck down to him, and his licking of that sensitive, throbbing vein tingling
me was so stimulating I was mewling with desire. As he started to drink, I
still had enough energy to keep my hips moving, and he was groaning.

He didn't often do that, and I fantasized it was because he really wanted me.

He fed that night longer than he ever had, on and on, until I weakened far
further than ever, still wrapped in the arms of the surging pleasure of our
rapture. I went unconscious, in a coma of orgasm. I awoke with him still
holding me, a funny strained look on his face. I was on the couch, barely able
to breathe. But I had never felt happier.

That was the pattern from then on. Sometimes it would be three times a night,
and I never orgasmed with him again unless he fed. His visits left me weak,
often unable to work the next day. But those were the most precious moments of
my existence. When he did it three times, on the third I would be almost in a
coma, completely open to the euphoria. He would leave me on the couch, empty,
moaning, happy.

He had always been able to lick away the bite marks, but now they would show a
little the next day, and I would wear scarves and stuff to hide them. But I
would feel radiant for a week.

Samuel and I took separate bedrooms shortly after that first night.

I told him he was snoring, which was true. He didn't mind. It let him sneak in
on me occasionally, yet not have to watch the little bathroom things that tend
to destroy intimacy.

Brad seemed a little edgy about coming to me. He said he didn't often come back
to women, but that I drew him to me. I guess I can't swear that's true, but he
has never lied to me. Future events made me believe it even more. His visits
were still irregular, but no less than ten times a year. I lived for them.

That pattern continued for about ten years. Brad said I was able to adjust to
it better than most, not becoming obsessive, just living a normal life until
one of those fantastic evenings would come. He admitted he looked forward to
it, and had trouble staying away sometimes. But he would feed so heavily,
admitting he sometimes felt out of control as he drank, that it often took a
couple of weeks for me to fully regain my strength.

Eventually, I had my breasts done, not for size as much as uplift, and my eyes.
At forty, I thought the effect was subtle but very positive. The first time
Brad saw me after the surgery, I was still kind of bruised and puffy. It was
one of the few times he ever got angry at me. "How could you abuse yourself
this way, Susan. I loved your breasts. I loved your age." He didn't want to
feed that night, but I insisted, and he did it, but very gently. In some ways,
Brad is very naive.

It was two months before I saw him again. By that time, everything had healed,
and I met him in a green see through outfit that looked spectacular with my new
tits and red hair. When he came to me, and fed the first time, he leaned over
me and smiled. "I must admit, you remind me of how you looked when we first
met. You knew it all along, you tease. I withdraw my objections."

That was the night he first saw Todd. Todd looks like me, the hair, the height.
At sixteen, he was good looking, if I say so myself, and was very busy with the
local high school girls. I knew he had rubbers in his room, so I assumed he was
sexually active. He had gotten into the habit of checking on me at night during
my recovery from surgery, and got a hard on every once in a while looking at my
tits. I didn't mind, assuming it was harmless.

He walked in on us. I was groggy from having ridden Brad for a half hour, and
was lying on top of him, moaning, as he fed. The room smelled of us, and I only
vaguely registered the shock on Todd's face. Then it went blank. But he stood
there, in just pajama bottoms. I was in my rapturous mode, basking in the
orgasmic nurturing. It took me ten minutes to return to the living, and Brad
asked me, "That's Todd, eh? A gorgeous young man." I just nodded happily,
sighing "You'll make him forget, won"t you?" Brad grinned, and waved his
fingers in a magical way at Todd. He didn't have to do that, it just amused
him. Todd wheeled and left the room.

He didn't feed again that night. When he left, he said "I'll be back sooner
than usual, Susan." There was a note in his voice that I knew meant he was
cooking something up, but I didn't care. Sooner than usual. My heart soared.
And even now, knowing what it was, and what a test of my sensuality it would
be, I have no regrets.

FOUR

Samuel was out of town, and I was feeling nervous about Todd. Ever since the
night he had caught me with Brad, he had been acting strange. He stared at me,
and I had the feeling he was ogling me. It seemed to me he took every
opportunity he could to touch me, though never in a forward way. I wondered if
maybe I was being paranoid. Or that Brad hadn't wiped all his memory away. In
the two weeks since that night, he had avoided my bedroom, but hadn't gone out
once. He seemed nervous around me.

But he hung around, watching TV with me, seeking out chances to talk. "She's a
fox, don't you think, Mom?" One night, about a redhead on a situation comedy,
"You're prettier than she is, Mom. For that matter, so am I." Another night, as
he went to bed, "Sleep well, Mom. Have a good time." That night, alone in the
house, he kissed me goodnight, his lips lingering on my cheek. A funny thrill
went through me, and I shivered. He held my eyes, and I had this sense of him
wanting me. And my pussy started creaming. He stood there and sniffed, then
smiled at me.

Then I got the call, in my mind. It was heavy with promise, and I forgot
everything but that. He was coming early, possibly meaning he would spend the
whole night. The anticipation set in, as I soared into my wanting, lascivious
mode. Tonight, tonight.

I wore an old outfit, a black sheer shortie without any panties. It hardly
covered my cuntal mound, and I rubbed at my clit to start the cream flowing,
letting the musk suffuse my body. I was standing in the middle of the room when
they appeared. The woman was dark haired, slim with big tits, dressed in a
black bustierre, stockings and spike heels. Her long black hair reached to her
waist, in a soft wave. She was gorgeous in the same way as Brad. They were both
smiling at me, as my door opened and Todd walked in, naked as a jaybird. His
cock was sticking straight out.

Brad came to me as the woman held her arms out to Todd, who walked to her,
hypnotized. My mind was whirling, watching my son join this erotic scene I had
enjoyed so long, wondering why I couldn't resist it, as he kissed the beautiful
woman. Brad whispered, "She is my daughter, darling. A little older than Todd.
Just in from Europe. Her name is Electra. Let's watch them, shall we?"

Electra was doing a little dance around Todd. His eyes were slitted, but I
could see the pre cum already on his big, thick cock. God my little boy had
gotten big in a hurry. She caressed his shoulders, down his stomach, then
grasped his tool in both hands. She was whispering in his ear, what it was I
couldn't hear, but it was obviously sexy. Todd reached out for her, and she let
him embrace her, their mouths joining. You could see both were open, and their
tongues working. One of his hands dipped inside the corset, to the boobs. The
one he gripped came out, a bright red nipple stiff as a board. His hand covered
it.

Brad was whispering in my ear. "She could have seduced him as I did you, my
darling. Believe me. But it would have taken time, and I was anxious. Plus she
needs to quickly build her harem. Do you remember the first time, our rapture?
He will have it, tonight. Do you begrudge him that?" His arms were around me,
his back pressed against mine as we both watched the dark woman seduce my son.
I felt his lips lightly caressing my neck. The thrills started.

Electra was almost as tall as Todd, as they ground together. Her legs were
straddling his thighs, and you could see them heaving at each other. She broke
away, a look of fierce want in her eyes. Her eyes met mine, then shifted to
Brad. Her lips parted, and I saw the fangs. But she didn't attack Todd, just
stepped away, reaching behind her and unzipping the black garment. As she
pushed it down, both Todd and I gasped at her beauty.

The hair hung in tendrils down her lithe, slim body. There wasn't the least bit
of fat, or any imperfection. And those tits were fabulous, well shaped,
cantilevered from her chest, yet pliant and undulating. Her pussy had a small
triangle of dark, thick hair, and fat, puffy cuntlips pulsed down between her
slightly spread thighs.

They were wet. Her legs were trim and shapely, the black net and tall heels
shaping them to erotic splendor. No man alive could have resisted her. She
picked Todd up, and carried him to the bed, laying him on his back.

Suddenly, Todd's eyes found mine. In that moment, he smiled with wanton
surrender to this woman, his face showing the feelings I knew so well, of
desire, passion, need. Brad whispered "I will stop her if you wish, my darling.
What do you want for him?" Electra was staring at me too. My body was trembling
with Brad's presence, my pussy already twitching, the wet spot on my neck he
had been licking radiating heat. Somehow, Todd seemed to know. "Don't stop me,
Mom. We can feed them together."

Brad started to slowly lift my gown, first revealing my twat, then my boobs,
then making me naked as my son stared at me, panting with sexual heat. Electra
stared too, and I knew the anticipation was filling Todd's mind as well as my
own. Vacantly, hollowly, I realized we were to be playthings of these two
creatures, and my heart soared with the prospect. Todd told me later that my
smile of assent was lascivious. I surged back against Brad, as Electra lowered
herself to Todd. Her hand was grasping his prick and stroking it, as she kissed
him fiercely. Then, in the slow way they have, that I remembered so well, she
began to kiss down his body, even as Brad cupped my breasts, pinching the
nipples.

I watched in fascination as the woman took my son into our circle of delight.
She swallowed his thick member completely when she first got to it, as Todd
began to eat her pud. They were writhing urgently to each other. My son's face
was full of desire, and Electra's was lit in feral triumph, occasionally
looking up at me. Brad was gently manipulating my cunt, touching my body in the
many spots he knew well. I had watched Brad with others, so the coupling of the
young teen with my lover's daughter held no surprises, but a vicarious pleasure
added to the heat Brad was building up in me with his hands.

They sixty nined savagely, until Todd was going wild. Then Electra twisted
around to slowly sink onto his cock. Her back was to me, but I could see Todd's
face, the light of demented want bright in his eyes. Brad entered me from
behind, making me bend slightly, so my boobs hung, and my hair fell wildly. As
we began slow undulation with each other, and as Electra's hips rose and fell
faster and faster, Todd's eyes met mine. We smiled at each other in wanton
lust, joined forever in sharing this debauchery. We both were giddy with joy.

Brad's lips were on my neck, and I felt him licking, preparing my vein. I was
rutting back at his pistoning cock as it made me rise toward climax. Electra
was surging violently on top of Todd, her hair being tossed around, brushing
across Todd's face, his chest, as I saw his hands reaching up to those gorgeous
tits. His look was so familiar, his anticipation, his desire for her. I could
see his dong as it cycled in and out of her cunt below her ass hole, gaping at
me. Suddenly, she dropped to bury her face in his neck, and I heard Todd gasp,
and saw his face surge into that familiar exhilaration of orgasmic pleasure. I
groaned with my son's ecstacy.

I watched for long minutes as Todd became spasmodic with release, and the woman
fed. When it was over, her head came up with her red lips coated, arching her
throat to drain his blood down, licking her lips of every drop. Then she
collapsed to his side as Todd moaned and wallowed in the climactic wonder of
it, and Brad began to feed.

I too joined my son in that wondrous land of enjoyment. My eyes closed, and
Brad fed on and on, his jism spurting into me so intensely it was dripping down
my thighs. My legs collapsed, but Brad hugged me to him, never giving up my
oozing jugular. The euphoria overcame me, and I lapsed to a comatose
semiconsciousness.

I came to my senses cuddled with them on the bed. Todd was caressing my boobs
with one hand, as the other wandered over Electra's body.

She was gently licking my face, a hand jacking at her father's cock.

I felt only pleasure. I found myself reaching for Todd's cock.

Electra kissed me on the lips, her tongue teasing me, as I fondled my son's
slowly stiffening member. Brad was running his hand down from my groin into my
pussy, and I felt an attraction for Electra that was far stronger than my
previous woman to woman experiences.

The world was concentrated in that bed, the flesh to flesh contact, the
caressing, the slow building of passion. Todd and I stared lovingly, sensually,
at each other. I pulled harder on his prick, feeling it start to stiffen, as
Brad touched my clit gently, and Electra's tongue began probing my mouth more
urgently. We were a lovely, wild, erotic jumble there, lost in a lust that
couldn't be denied. I can't remember how it happened, but we began shifting
positions without ever stopping the touching and stimulation, until I was
sucking on Electra's lovely smelling pussy, the lips open, flowered, and
slippery. Todd's cock was in her ass, and she was down between my legs, moaning
softly as she sucked hard on my oozing cunt. Brad was deep in my rectum, his
familiar size filling me wonderfully, and I would occasionally lick at Todd's
balls.

I always felt I could read minds when things got that heated, and we all were
very near climax when we started shifting again, and Todd ended up fucking me,
lying on our sides, facing each other. It wasn't at all shocking at the time.
Brad was behind me, still in my ass, and Electra was kissing Todd's neck again.
But not feeding.

Todd and I stared at each other, his look happy and full of need.

His cock joined with Brad's, filling my groin in a fantastic completion.

I saw Electra glance over my shoulder at her father, and her lips smiled that
leering, triumphant way, as she began to feed on Todd, Brad sunk his mouth to
my already open throat, and the rapture overtook us. As I said, Brad was being
careless about how much he drank, and Electra must have been very hungry. It
went on and on, time loses meaning, but I knew it was far more than usual.
Spunk was shooting into me from both pricks, Todd and I were lost in each
other's eyes, and moaning deliriously. I lost consciousness again.

I awoke as though from a dream, a lovely dream of ultimate gratification. I was
cuddled to Brad, and we were alone. He waited for me to awaken further, then
began whispering to me, I have always felt it was the final step in my sensual
education. "I love fucking my daughter, Susan. Now you can know that pleasure
too, with Todd, and it is a gift I give you freely. You are such a wonderful
woman, somehow I do not tire of you. Electra understands." He was caressing my
tits, he always loved them, and kissing my face. "She will come often, but we
will all join again after you recover. Sleep well, my darling."

FIVE

I stayed in bed for two days, and Todd cared for me. He would prepare dinner
for all of us, and serve it to me. Samuel had no idea what was going on, but
accepted my weak explanation as he always did. The third day, he went out of
town, and that night, Electra came to Todd again. They stayed in his room, and
she was only there an hour or so. It was around midnight. He came in to me
after she left, and we slept together, his hand at my breast, deep in the
afterpleasure I knew well. I was strong enough to hold him tight.

The next morning, both of us groggy, we made love. Sex is still wonderful even
after the vampire's spell, it's just that you know there's something more. I
remember Todd waking up, as I held him, and smiling at me with a knowing, happy
look. Then his hands covered my tits. "I've always loved them, Mom. So big and
soft, so warm. Oh Mom." And his kiss thrilled me in a new, unique way, my son,
my baby, filling me with sexual heat. I never made a decision, or wondered what
to do. I just went with it. Our kiss was passionate, tongues dueling, our
mouths grinding at each other. I was still weak, but he did all the work.

He threw aside the bedclothes, revealing our nakedness. He gazed hungrily down
my body, then began sucking on my boobs as his hand found its way into my twat,
starting to stoke me. I was so happy he still found me desirable, that he still
needed his mother. Then I realized there was something powerful going on, as he
murmured "Electra is something, Mom, but you're still prettier than she is."

He didn't feel the same about her as I did about Brad.

I began stroking his cock. It was already hard, leaking precum.

Every once in a while I licked my hand of his juice, and when he saw me do
that, he made a show of licking his own fingers that were creamy from my pussy.
His youth made him excited about the sensuality we shared, but for me it was
floating on a sea of lovely desire, feeling uniquely fond of my new lover.

He fucked me from above, between my bent legs, because I was still too weak to
do anything but lay there. Still, he lasted well, and got me off sharply, as I
lay there smiling at him in delight. His face was joyful as he pumped me full
of his jism, surging into me with long, smooth strokes. He didn't soften that
much after he came, and lay on top of me, though keeping most of his weight on
his elbows.He kept mumbling "Mommy, mommy, mommy."

I have to try to explain the way we both felt. Life went on, he went to school,
and I broke jaws and cut gums. We talked about politics, our daily lives, the
weather. Electra came every third night or so, and Todd would always come to me
afterwards. Our lovemaking was wild and completely uninhibited, both of us
giving our bodies to the other. We didn't talk about it very much, though he
would describe Electra's seductions, asking me about why certain things
happened, was it always that intense. I began to realize that his relationship
with her was not like mine with Brad, there wasn't the same, I don't know, the
only word is love.

After a month or so, she came to me after being with Todd. I remember feeling
anticipation of a wonderful experience, but not like with Brad. I was awake, my
hand in my crotch sort of sharing the rhapsody I knew my son was having. She
was nude, that glorious body almost glowing with vitality, her lips red from
his blood. When I saw her come through the door, I threw the covers off. You
always know they're coming.

She had a big, greedy smile on her face. "Daddy said you could teach me about
sensuality, Susan. You are opulent." I held out my arms as she came to me, that
pretty pussy bumping mine. We kissed, sucked, tasted, pressed against each
other. We were both giving off a musky smell, hers slightly different than
mine. I started sweating, but she didn't. I lost myself in the feel of her
body. As I felt her starting to hump at me feverishly, she twisted around and
we locked into a sixty nine. Orgasm approached quickly, and I felt her open the
big vein there in my groin.

The rapture came, exploding in a unique, feminine way. Her juice was just
gushing into my mouth, while I covered her twat so as not to lose any of her
essence. It tasted different than Brad, naturally, but still stimulated me. Her
fingers pummeled my pussy as she fed.

She just drank, licked the wound, then left. It left me a little unsatisfied,
because I was used to Brad lingering.

I hadn't realized it, but my son had watched. He came to me in bed, and we
slept in an exhausted shared euphoria, wrapped around each other, savoring a
relationship, a closeness I'm certain is unique.

As we made love the next morning, I discovered the secret even Brad didn't
know.

Todd was very dreamy that morning, as the sun rose. Electra was careless about
how much she took sometimes, and I was on top of him, humping gently with his
huge cock deep inside me. The wounds on his neck were still tender and red, and
I remember clamping my lips to them, and sucking. A little blood flowed into my
mouth, and we both felt the rapture begin as we climaxed. Amazingly, it was as
strong as with the vampires, even though I took very little.

That moment is fresh in my mind today, twenty years after I first experienced
it. He was sighing gently, his hands roving lightly over my back, wiggling his
chest against my tits, as my hips fucked with long, smooth strokes. He grunted
when I first tasted the blood flow, as we began to grow frantic instantly, the
orgasm took our bodies, and the soaring euphoria washed over us both. His hands
began fiercely gripping my ass and making me pummel his cock inside my cunt, as
my own hips went wild. He stuck a finger up my ass, and I let my whole weight
fall on him. In a way, it was the best ever, because it was so unexpected, and
the thrill of our incest, our shared sinfulness, the very unusual love we
shared created a fantastic sense of wanton perversion. It seems to me it even
lasted longer.

"God Mom, what was that? I didn't know you could do it. Oh shit, more, more." I
felt him pulling my head into his throat, but his bedroom alarm went off at the
same time. I pushed myself up, still straddling him, confused but smiling.
"Darling, I didn't know either. I don't think they do. Maybe I'm one of them by
now, I don't know. We'll have to talk about it tonight. It's time for school."

Todd was young and strong, and even with the shock his system had endured, he
managed to make it through the day, sleepwalking to be sure. I felt
revitalized, in spite of having fed Electra. By noon of that day, I had
resolved to see if I could let modern science help me understand this thing,
and was in the process of renting a lab, buying the equipment I needed, and
changing my operating schedule to give me some time off. I had never done any
research, but it turned out to be pretty basic stuff.

I quickly found a unique virus in both Todd's and my blood. When you think
about it, that makes sense. It took a colleague of mine a week to deduce the
virus's effect on RNA, and he was confused about it, naturally. By comparing
our bodily functions to normal, it was clear the effect was on parts of the
brain, the liver, and the immune system. I was also able to establish that both
of us had the same proportion of the virus throughout our bodies. From that, it
seemed to me another experiment was in order.

During this time, Electra came just once, a week later. I had not fed from Todd
again. She came to me that night, after being with him. There was a confused
look on her face, even as she lay down beside me on the bed, pulled off the top
sheet, and began to caress me. The sight of her sensual body always turned me
on, and I was buzzing with the anticipation, already creaming. As we kissed,
her fingers entered my twat, making me start to heat up. "Susan, Susan, you are
a sexy woman, aren't you? I see what makes you so dear to my father."

When you surrender yourself to the pleasures of the flesh, there are no
disappointing experiences. Some are better than others, but orgasm, rapture,
the closeness of lovers, the sense of giving and receiving are all just
variations of wonderful lust. Brad has made me a fulfilled woman, open to
anything. There were no inhibitions I felt in seeking pleasure, and that night
with Electra was extraordinary. I was still trim, voluptuous, responsive; she
was firm, dark, very aggressive. Our bodies writhed together, our tits
pillowing, our hands buried in each other's sopping wet cunts. She had this way
of arching up as she came toward the peak, and it turned me on incredibly. She
fed with our hands finishing us off, with me on top, pressing my neck to her, a
unique, powerful experience.

I was surprised when she lingered. As we hugged together, she asked me "Why
does Todd seem so cold to me, Susan? He loves the taking, but I have tried to
entice him, and he seems unmoved. He is not like others of mine. He is not even
like you. It's getting worse." There were many things that occurred to me to
say to her. You are too callous, too rushed. You have to compete with me, and
he has loved me all his life. The chemistry isn't there. But finally, I asked
her "How do you feel about your father, dear? It's special, isn't it? Well,
remember Todd has that feeling about me." I didn't want to tell her about my
discovery.

Todd came to me that night, right after she left. "Let me feed you tonight,
Mom. She didn't take much." But I wanted to confirm my suspicions, and grinned
at him. "No darling, tonight we will try a variation. You must feed from me. I
think the effect will be the same." I remember drawing out our seduction. I
dangled my boobs in his mouth, letting him wallow in their softness, he enjoyed
that so much. I made him eat me from behind, laving my slit, my clitty, and my
asshole. I deepthroated his cock for a half hour, keeping him at the edge of
cumming. He was starting to learn, and when he realized what I was trying to
do, gave himself to the long, building passion of our bodies.

He fucked me on top for another half hour, until we were both choking and
gasping with the need for release. Finally, I mumbled, "Take that sterile pin
on the table, darling. Open Electra's wounds, then feed." The little shock when
he poked my throat clumsily was incredibly exciting, I suppose as much from my
anticipation of it as anything, but it pushed me over the top. I screamed
"Hurry, Todd, hurry." He began to drink, and it happened.

For me, the waves of rapture were beyond paradise, beyond anything.

My son and I, mounting a peak of pleasure so intense and overwhelming that no
experience could rival it. Judging from the spunk he fired into my spasming
pussy, it was the same for him. The blood flowed freely, since the wounds were
so open, and he drank deeply, he was so wrapped up in the euphoric completion.
I remember a touch of concern way back in my mind that he was taking too much,
but mostly I felt savage happiness.

The next morning, I was weak and comatose. We slept through the alarm, the
telephone, until about noon. I felt Todd twitching my cunt, as though from a
long way away. "Oh darling, no, no, I'm too tired." I groaned. But he kept
going, kissing me, making me grip his tool, until I felt a rise, and
surprisingly, the anticipation. Then he mounted me, it was like a soft dream,
lovely but hazy. "Open your eyes, Mom. Come on, old girl." That made me look,
grinning at his comment, and I saw him opening the wounds in his neck. He
pressed them to my mouth, and reflexively, I drank. The orgasmic feeling was
delayed, but as the blood filled me, exploded into another incredible
experience.

My strength returned instantly, and I felt my son wiggling with enjoyment on
top of me, and jism flooding my vaginal cavity wonderfully. I stopped sucking,
and we both cried out fervently at the fulfillment of the rapture. I was
moaning "Darling, darling, darling" while he humped in my cunt. When it was
over, we luxuriated together for an hour, not talking at all. We wandered
around naked all day, both in a state of wanton pleasure in our shared passion,
and exchanged blood again that night.

The house was a mess, but we were both full of vitality. You'd think there
would be a net loss of energy, but there isn't. It's very hard to do it
simultaneously, the only way is to sixty nine until the climax, then feed in
each other's groins. Really, doing it twice is the best anyway, though as I get
older, it gets more difficult. He went to school, I cleaned up. Samuel came
home, and he took me that night, the soft, very oral way he does, making sure
he gets me off.

Todd came to me at midnight, and I had to open new holes in his neck, because
the other's were healed. But it was still as good. Oh, so good.

SIX

Brad came with Electra about three weeks later. We had a very nasty night,
Electra was particularly brutal, but it was so thrilling. At the end, Todd was
fucking me, Electra was atop her father, and they both fed as we all exploded.
As I say, thrilling, but it was the last of those orgies we went through. When
we were alone, Brad told me he felt Electra should give up Todd. "I'll feed
from him occasionally, darling. But she's getting edgy, and sometimes does
foolish things when she's like that. She's complaining about Todd, and I
noticed tonight. There's something a little odd there."

When he saw the expression on my face, he must have realized something was up.
"Susan, you aren't keeping something from me, are you." It's funny, he can't
really read minds, just knows them so well it's as though he can. I told him
our discovery, and what I knew so far about the virus. "I'd like to have a
sample of your blood, Brad. I think you would be better off knowing more too."

He thought for just a moment, then smiled at me. "You are quite something,
Susan. In spite of everything, you embrace both worlds.

No wonder you have captured me. I trust you as I never have a human." He let me
have a sample from his chest. He knew, and I knew, that if I drank it, rather
than analyzed it, I would become like him. As he gave it to me, he raised his
eyebrow in curiosity. To this day, I sometimes think he secretly hoped that I
would. It would have meant the end of much sex between us, but of course I
would have lived forever.

"No, Brad, my dearest. I like things as they are. I think I have the best of
both worlds." I still believe that. It turns out he has the same virus, but
another one as well. It has an almost magical effect on the immune system. It
must also be responsible for the tricks, the mind control and such. Todd or I
can't do any of that stuff. But oh, how we make love.

I'm sixty now, but still look thirty five or so. Todd grew to maturity, but
looks twenty one. I'm mortal, had to have a polyp removed from my colon last
year. They're watching a spot in my breast. It biopsied benign, but the
doctor's concerned that it might change. Samuel has Alzheimer's and Todd and I
care for him. Brad comes several times a year, and Todd leaves us alone, but
comes to me at the end of the night. I don't have the energy I once had, but
I'm pretty randy for a senior citizen.

Todd brings home young girls occasionally, and we share their blood.

There's a statuesque blonde who, except for her coloring, looks a lot like me.
He's had her here several times lately, and I can tell he is smitten in a new
way. She's very bright, a PHD in biology. She's the first one we've told the
truth. Todd wants me to let Brad feed on her so she'll get the virus. The virus
doesn't go from us to them. Just as well.

Todd says he'll never leave me, and I don't argue with him. One strange thing.
I've never been through menopause, and my pussy is still as wet as ever. Brad
and Todd both say the smell is better, like fine wine. I have to dye my hair,
but my body still looks good, my skin doesn't wrinkle, and I'm proud of it. And
Todd and I still make love every day.

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