As we heard my little sister rummaging around downstairs, Mommy called to her through the white bubbles she kept burping up from all the semen in her tummy, telling her to come up when she was ready. I was almost ready to pop again, so I (or was it my other self? I couldn’t tell anymore) forced her face back on my penis and pushed down her throat. When I heard her choke and moan at the same time, the cum already in her stomach spilling past her lips, I lost it and began filling her throat for the third time. I was so proud of Mommy when she tried and tried to swallow more, but she just couldn’t fit any more in there. It started to gush from her nose as her eyes rolled backwards as she came, and I pulled out to spray her down again. I loved seeing Mommy coated in cum, sitting on her knees while shaking in delight, all the while holding her bloated tummy.

After a few minutes, we heard my little sis coming up the stairs to check on me. When she got about halfway up, she stopped, and I smiled knowing she’d encountered the smell of what we were doing. It might have grossed her out under normal circumstances, but this was full of the same pheromones I’d used to turn Mommy into my new toy. A few tentative steps later, she was at the door, her voice almost dreamlike as she opened it to reveal the scene.

She was only a year younger than me, but with brownish hair and eyes like Daddy. About three inches shorter than me, she was about as skinny and was even further away from maturity than I was. Her school uniform, the same knee length plaid dress, white cotton button down shirt, and knee socks I had to wear just added to the image of innocence I found hard to resist.

I knew I had to let her be the one to make the first move, give me signs that what I wanted to do was what she wanted too. It was all part of the entrapment. Thinking back, I probably should have been worried about these thoughts and the use of words I hadn’t really known before, vulgar or otherwise, but it seems so trivial now. All my attention was focused on the confused look of undefined desire that was firmly planted on my sister’s face.

She looked at Mommy and me, and I knew she could only see what she was prepared to. That’s how no one had been able to see how huge my tummy had been his morning. She walked in slowly, seeming to try and form words but fighting through the fog her mind was in now.

Mommy was too full of cum to talk, having coughed up just enough to let her breathe but the sticky slime still coating her vocal chords, so I greeted her first. It was probably as surreal as one could get when I asked her what I missed at school. I didn’t really care, I just needed her to stay and get a nice, big lungful of what I later learned were called aphrodisiacs that hung in the air. I didn’t really have to worry, as I got half muttered sentences and a glazed look that fixated on my boobies. I smiled at her and moved in, slowly pulling her towards me and getting no resistance. When I kissed her like I had Mommy, she just stood there and let me do it. After a bit, she seemed to figure out what to do, pressing back and even adding her own tongue to the mix.

It was so hot, I could barely stand it. But I had to. Mommy had been exposed for hours, and I had no idea how quickly the higher concentration would fully bring my little sis under my control. I pulled away and asked if she’d like to try kissing Mommy. The dazed half grunt seemed to say yes, so I brought her over. Mommy got up on her knees, bringing her face about to my sisters, and I watched the two of them make out. The cum still on Mommy’s lips would accelerate the change, and the way she smeared the coating on her body all over my sister’s face and clothes had me aching for another cum in moments.

Then I saw Mommy put her hand on her stomach, above her full womb, and press down. A rush of my cum flooded from her mouth and into my sister’s, causing her to gag a bit as Mommy held her tightly, keeping their lips together. Needless to say I was very upset. I pulled Mommy away roughly, throwing her to the ground before taking her place and pushing on my sister’s stomach, forcing her to regurgitate most of what she had swallowed into my own mouth.

Thankfully, the look in her eyes was not of fear, but of insatiable, if unrecognized, lust. I apologized to her for Mommy’s behavior, and told her I’d make it up to her soon enough. With that, I turned to Mommy and looked at her angrily. The look she returned reminded me of a disobedient dog knowing it was in trouble.

I knew she was merely trying to help me in the seduction as she promised, but I still had to teach her that she was not to do anything without my permission. A wicked idea crossed my mind. Now that her stomach had room, I told her that her task was to clean the bed of our past love making. She had to clean it all up using only her mouth, would not be allowed to cum till I said so, and before I wanted to use it again, or she would get a real punishment. She went to work immediately, the sounds of her slurping up my semen and both our girl cum filling the room as I turned back to my little sis.

She was rubbing her hands on her crotch through her skirt, confused as to what to do but a complete slave to her body’s need to do something, anything. I instructed her to undress slowly for me, and she did, seeming to realize my and Mommy’s pregnant bellies for the first time as she unbuttoned her shirt. When she stood there naked before me, I let her touch my tummy, and told her to kneel down to kiss it. She did enthusiastically, even stopping to lick my bellybutton clean of my cum.

If it was gonna be this easy to spread my lover’s genes around, every woman in town fit for childbirth would soon be just like me. I loved it.

I felt my penis shift again, and I knew it was reforming to fit the new breeding mare (new words and phrases again) I was about to fill. I heard my sister gasp before I felt her small hands wrap around the shaft. I was a bit sad I couldn’t see my penis past my belly, but the look on her face was priceless.

I reached down and pulled her up, pushing her so that she set her hands on the bed frame, her tiny butt pushed out towards me. We watched Mommy still slurping away for a few moments (she was making good time) before I told her to reach back and make sure I hit the right hole. I had an enormous load brewing, and her womb was getting every drop.

She did as she was told, and I felt the tight, wet lips of her unused kitty rubbing against the head of my penis. I remembered how much it had hurt my first time, so I knew I somehow had to convince myself to go slow. The first push got a groan of pain and pleasure from my sis, the second and third got the same. I kept pushing a bit harder each time, telling her to spread her lower lips before I finally, after at least a minute of trying, got the head to move in most of the way.

She was so tight I had to concentrate on not blowing right then and there. I hadn’t even gotten the head in and I was ready to fill her as never before. I pushed harder, again and again, till the head popped in completely. She groaned again, more in pain this time. I told her to play with the little nub atop her kitty, and the stretching of it by my penis made the button easy for her to find. I felt more and more wetness around my penis, and I kept pushing and pushing. I hit her virginity, making her squeal as I had. I held her in place for a moment, letting my precum wash over the barrier for a bit to lessen the pain.

After a minute or two of hearing Mommy still slurping, I thought it best to get it over with quickly, so I pulled back suddenly and rammed through. She squeaked through clenched teeth, but I knew she had liked it more than it had hurt. The remains of her torn virginity helped me as I slid slowly but surely further in, finally coming to rest against her cervix. Letting my precum build against it as well, I could feel it loosening around the tip, slowly opening up to let me through.

She screamed again, this time in orgasm, as the rest of my penis slid into her womb. I pulled her back, exposing her tummy to Mommy, and showed the woman who had borne us both the large bulge my penis made in her youngest daughter’s stomach. I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch around because of my own bloated womb, and gave her another sloppy kiss before letting her go and beginning to ram into her mercilessly.

I called her all kinds of dirty names, the kinds of names normally not said to a family member. I told her she was my bitch now, and explained all about how I was gonna make her bear my babies for the rest of her life. I told her how her breasts would grow out to make milk for them, and she’d cum as our babies suckled them and I filled her womb with another batch. I told her she’d beg for it every time. Judging by how hard she kept cuming, I was pretty sure she loved the idea.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and letting her scream her joy, lifting up one of her legs and placing the ankle on my shoulder. She braced herself as best she could, trying to reach down to my tummy as she begged for my seed but being forced to hold on for dear life through the force of my thrusts.

I could see Mommy was clearly having trouble slurping up the rest of the cum, probably another cup or two, as her belly filled back up, but I gave her an incentive. If she finished up before I did, I’d let her hear me impregnating my darling little sister, and maybe cum at the same time.

It did the trick. Mommy forced her stomach to hold more as she sucked it all down. I could see it pooling in her mouth, blocking off her airway because there was nowhere for it to go down. I called her over to me, my sister still screaming in ecstasy beneath me, and let her drool as much as she needed to into my hungry mouth so she could breathe. No more, though. I wanted her stuffed full. I couldn’t put a plug in her throat, so I had to keep an eye on Mommy to make sure she was well behaved.

She then moved and put her ear against my sister’s tummy, moaning in joy as if I was pumping her as well. It was too much for me. My hopes to hold it back just a little longer were dashed when I heard my sis tell Mommy how happy she would be to be knocked up like this. I screeched in ecstasy, telling Mommy just in time that she could cum too, before the first squirt flooded my sister’s womb.

It was even better than when I’d impregnated Mommy. My toes curled and my hands left large bruises on my sister’s skin as gush after thick, sticky gush rushed into her. A pure eternity of bliss unlike any I’d experienced since my own impregnation, and perhaps greater. I wondered if it was just me getting better at it, or if it was that she was a virgin. I couldn’t tell which I wanted more.

I watched Mommy through the stars I saw, shaking hard as her head was pushed outwards by my sister’s rapidly expanding belly. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to pull her out of the position she was in and put her on her back on the floor. It might have gotten really painful otherwise as her belly kept getting bigger and bigger.

Mommy actually started to get a bit worried that I might hurt, or even kill her. The size of her belly was already almost as big as ours, and I was still coming. Something told me she’d be fine, and it hadn’t let me down yet, so I told Mommy to be quiet and help me finish.

She reached around beneath us, still wearing that concerned mother look, and began stroking my kitty and running her nails across what little of my penis was not buried in my sister. The inflow of cum increased again, and my sis grunted from the stretching. She looked absolutely absurd now.

I finally stopped cumming shortly afterwards, and looked in amazement that my sister’s womb bulged obscenely from her body. She rubbed her hands up and down it, staring in amazement at the perfect orb that had contained my massive orgasm. I felt a little jealous for how much she’d gotten.

Then it started. Mommy and I could see it. My sister’s eyes rolled back and she started cumming again as she saw her newly matured eggs being fertilized by the hundreds. We put our hands on her, the image flooding our brains as well and driving us to orgasm along with her.

We didn’t even think to wonder how she’d be able to go to school, much less walk, like this. It seemed such a secondary concern. Daddy would be coming home soon. I had no idea how he’d react to the pheromones or to this scene, but I knew it would be an experience to remember.

Hello… I’m Samantha and am a prisoner for eternity… I recently came across a book and was able to record my story in it. If there is anyone out there… please never let the same fate happen to you… run, and never stop running, otherwise you will end up like me…

It was a normal day like any other, my dad was at work, my mom had finished unpacking for the moment and was taking a nap, and my little brother was outside playing around… We had just moved out of Arkansas and were in a small town in Colorado somewhere… My friends threw me a surprise party a couple days before and we all got drunk and had a great time… I know it’s illegal to drink at my age… but it’s alright if I only do it once and for a special occasion… isn’t it?

I still remember that night… there was something on the news about a missing kid somewhere in our town and I was making out with my old boyfriend, Derrick, he was such a nice guy and never pushed me to do anything… but for some reason I think he didn’t mind me leaving…After the party and games and all that, I “thought” I had sobered up and decided to take my friends home since I was the only one with a car and the others had walked over and since it was so late, I didn’t want anything to happen to them with all the thugs and sick freaks out there…

While we were in the car, my friend or as we nicknamed her “Rubber Ducky” because of her squeaky voice, was really serious and kept telling me that I was still not fit to drive, if only I had listened to her and gotten yelled at by my parents for being late, maybe non of this would’ve happened. Down the road, I accidentally went on the sidewalk and heard a thump, thinking that it was probably just a skunk or rock, I kept driving and went back onto the street, acting as though it was an accident since I had been talking with them while driving.

[SoZXXX] (masturbation “scene”)

Anyways, I was starting to feel kinky and since I knew no one would barge in on me, began to undress myself in front of my mirror. I always thought my body wasn’t as great as the school sluts, but personally, I was happy as I didn’t have guys always trying to get in my pants all the time. I slowly and gently placed my hand on my shirt over my left breast and caressed it, knowing I would be plenty horny soon, I took off my clothes as not to get any stains on them. The cool breeze felt great as my nipples hardened immediately.

I made my way to my waterbed, picturing that my boyfriend Derrick was carrying me gently, I seemed to flow over there and flopped down onto it back first, as the waterbed tried to even itself out, it seemed to suck me in slightly, brushing against my nipples, then letting me go free.

My hand slowly made it down to my most precious belonging and I massaged myself, moving my hand up and down, back and forth, feeling my juices start to flow. I felt myself loosen up as I relaxed, and slowly inserted a finger inside of me, gently moving it I and out as I closed my eyes and let my hand do its job. I then inserted another finger inside of my now soaking wet gem and moved slightly faster. I pressed my thumb against my clit and started to apply pressure while moving it in circles, I was quickly going into an orgasm from pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, I felt something that wasn’t my own doing and it felt like someone else had their hand up against me, the hand was slightly rough but smaller then mine and I quickly assumed it was my brothers, opening my eyes with a glare though, I didn’t see anything. I quickly assumed it was my imagination and continued what I was doing…

I felt it again, but this time I was convinced that it was my imagination and continued to play with myself, slowly moving faster and faster, soon I was commanding it. I told it to insert a finger into me, and it did as I said I told it to give me the best fuck ever, and I soon felt four fingers rammed into my pussy as the thumb pressed against my clit with every thrust, I could feel it getting deeper inside me until suddenly it hit my Hymen and I had the best orgasm I had ever had in my life, my juices squirting out in all directions as I quickly picked up the towel to wipe up the mess I had made, I had had the biggest orgasm ever from some strange force of my own will!

I quickly though realized it wasn’t my imagination, and as I looked down, I was horrified as a hand sunk into my bed, seeming to make little gestures with its fingers as if it was waving goodbye…

　

I jumped off my bed when I saw this, and quickly changed into some clothes while going downstairs to find that my mom had woken up and was getting ready to make an early supper.

“Mom, I can’t sleep on the waterbed” I whispered to her

“Why not sweetie?”

“you’ll think I’m crazy if I told you…”

“well, alright then, you don’t have to sleep on it but if you don’t want it, your brother can have it.”

“NO!” I yelled, making my brother in the other room look away from his videogame and cock his head to the side as he gave me a funny look

“Well then, what should we do with it?”

“I want dad to empty out all the water in it…”

“but why?”

“I… I… I think there’s something inside it…”

“well why didn’t you just say so?”

“I don’t know…” I lied, thinking about what had just happened…

“well, I’ll have your father take a look at it when he gets home…”

“thanks mom!” I said as I went outside for a walk, trying to calm myself down as I told myself it was nothing…

　

Later that night after supper, my dad took off the covers and told me there was nothing in there… I started to think that I was crazy and begged him to at least empty it out to be sure. When he did empty it out, there really wasn’t anything on it and he told me that because I was freaking out over nothing, I would have to sleep on the couch while the waterbed was re-filled and heated up.

That night, I had strange dreams about how the hand came out of a wall, and slowly grew bigger and manifested into a body, and finally became Derrick and he was completely naked as he came towards me… suddenly though I felt something cold up against my lips and woke up, only to find that somehow, I had managed to slip off my nightie and had a piece of wood from the detachable broom near my golden bodily treasure.

The next Morning, I got a call from my friend Jen who had been with me the night of the party saying that Derrick had been cheating on me. Soon I was in tears as I went up to my room and got in my waterbed which had heated up over night. I screamed into it “that fucking bastard!” and went about the day mumbling vulgarities relating to him as I walked around the house and did my chores.

When I finally went to bed, I felt the familiar hand brush in-between my legs multiple times from within the bed itself. Even though I thought I knew what it was, I couldn’t care less, and finally out of the anger and irritation of knowing what it was, grabbed the hand and clenched it in my hand to the point where my own hand started to hurt. As soon as I let go, the hand stopped all movement and seemed to disappear as I went to sleep…

While I was asleep I had a strange dream about how I was asked if I wanted Derrick dead… I kept saying yes no matter how many times it said “are you sure?” or “you realize the consequences, correct?” and then suddenly I woke up as I felt a burning feeling on my chest. As I clenched my chest, the burning feeling spread through my whole body and finally stopped at my pussy. Then suddenly everything went black, as I passed out…

The next day, my little brother was going to a sleepover at a kids place. The kid was named Ben or something but I really didn’t care as I had too much on my mind between the dream, my ex boyfriend who had been cheating on me, and the strange hand… Around 6:00 P.M. or so, my parents said they were going out to eat and wouldn’t be back for a few house and I quickly took advantage of the time I had when they left…

As soon as I knew they were out of the driveway and wouldn’t be coming back, I remembered my mom’s saying about how a glass of wine clears the mind and the soul. My parents had never let me drink alcohol because I wanted to but my mom would occasionally let me take a sip of wine from one of her glasses when she poured a glass as she thought it was perfectly fine and she “wanted to refine my taste.”

I poured half a glass of red wine into one of my mothers wine glasses she collects and headed upstairs to start the bath. As soon as the bath was filled I added a bubble solution and sat in the warm water as my body had a fizzy sensation all around it as bubbles started to form…

My nipples started to become hard as I could no longer see my body over all the bubbles and I took a sip of the wine as if I was one of the actresses on T.V. Suddenly my cell phone rang as Jen called me again, I quickly jumped out of the tub, covered in bubbles and answered the phone as I heard sobbing on the other line…

“Jen what’s wrong?”

“Sam… I know… I know that you and Derrick don’t get along after I told you what happened but… but…”

“Jen, what’s the matter?”

“Derrick got in a car accident last night and was hit by a car full of drunken idiots while he was riding his bike home!” She sobbed

I gasped as I thought about the dream that night… had it really been true? No… it was simply coincidence… wasn’t it? “That’s… horrible…” I mumbled as I looked down at the ground which was now soaked form the dripping water…

“well… I have to go… but I wanted to let you know…” she said as she hang up…

I quickly ran over to the tub to get back in as tears started to form on my face and I suddenly tripped, knocking the glass of wine into the tub… “Dammit” I yelled as I made sure I didn’t strain anything…

I started to say shit to myself as I looked around in the tub full of bubbles to a futile attempt to find the wine glass… “if it had gotten damaged, mom will kill me, what’ll I tell her? Ohh mom, I broke your wine glass, no mom, I only had half a glass!” I thought to myself as finally I decided that if I got into the tub, I would probably find it.

As I got into the tub, I was surprised to find it wasn’t even a slight shade of red and soon found the glass by my foot in the tub. As I lifted it up and inspected it, I found that there was a crack in the side running along the length of the glass and automatically knew that I would probably get caught when she saw the glass…

　

[SoZXXX2] (lost virginity)

I held the wine glass up to make sure there was only a crack on it when suddenly Wine fell from the ceiling it looked like and filled the cup and the crack disappeared. I shrugged and thought to myself that I must have been traumatized at the news and went to take a sip from the glass. When I took a large gulp of the wine, I thought to myself that it tasted strange… like… like… I suddenly choked and began to spit out the “wine” and dropped the glass as I realized I had tried to drink blood!

When I dropped that glass into the water, it instantly turned red and I felt as if I was held in place by a force I didn’t know anything about… I suddenly had the urge to look up, and as I did, I saw what appeared to be a child who was 13 or 14, I suddenly took a closer look, and saw droplets of blood coming out of its mouth! With each droplet of blood, I realized that the red water became thicker and thicker until suddenly, I knew inside, I was in a bath tub full of blood…

I screamed to no avail as the child suddenly got into the tub and its true nature became revealed, his skin was rotting and part of his face was drooping as his jaw was crooked. He has a mangled arm and I couldn’t see below his waist, but had a feeling he was completely naked… slowly, the thing seemed to sink deeper then the tub until finally it was face to face with me, I let out another scream as it said in a raspy voice. “You have ruined my life and you killed me, I have granted you your wish, now you owe me your body as payment…”

As I calmed down slightly while listening to him, I saw that he looked exactly like the child in the picture on T.V. and I instantly froze, “m…m, my body?”

“yes”

“No, you can’t control me!” I screamed as I suddenly felt as if the tub was deeper

‘I don’t need to control you…” He said as I could have sworn I saw a smirk appear on his face

Before I could respond though, I felt as if the tub was filled with millions of large worms that were being pulled upwards and my whole body was being massaged and groped by the strange tentacle-like creatures. I let out a slight moan as I felt one seem to twist around my nipple and nibble on it.

Even though my body felt more and more relaxed, and even more kinky then ever before, I knew it was wrong and that this violated all the laws of nature as the strange worms worked their magic… Suddenly I felt one at the entrance to my ass and started to shake my head no and screamed “NO!” as I felt it ram itself up my as if it were shot out of a gun. I felt as if I was going to throw up as the strange worm went deeper and deeper inside my Asshole, never slowing down as if there were no bends or any fecal matter in there… Suddenly I felt it enter my smaller intestine as the undead boy in front of my suddenly approached me.

As I felt the worm suddenly enter my stomach and stop, my tummy seemed to grow wider as if it were growing inside me and I suddenly gained control of my arms again. As I reached behind me to pull it out though, I noticed that the worm was now the size of a baseball and I suddenly felt what at first was another worm come in contact with my treasure that had never been unlocked…

I looked up to see the zombie boy basically face to face with me and he ordered me to kiss him, I immediately said no but as soon as the word came out of my mouth, I felt the Worm suddenly go deeper inside my asshole and grow rigid as it started to bend my insides, I quickly shouted “yes” due to the horrible pain it was causing and it relaxed… I puckered my lips and went to kiss the rotting lips as suddenly, the strange worm entered me and the boy suddenly came extremely close to me as his over-grown nails clawed into my breasts and he kissed me, blood filling my mouth as I started to choke nd scream at the same time…

The pain was horrible as I knew what had just happened and realized that it wasn’t a tentacle that had entered me but the rotting Penis of the young boy… He started to claw harder into my breasts and the pain was so unendurable that I passed out…

　

　

Thank you for reading, I know the sex parts of this story kind of stank but part two is much, much better, I’ll only post part two if enough people want me too though…

I’m male and I am NOT single, so please don’t ask…

One night while laying in Mom's old bed, I was going about my usual routine of wearing 10 of her silken briefs and 5 of her halfslips. Jerking my cock and concentrating on my Mom wishing I had gotten up the nerve to tell her mow much I wanted her before she passed away. I wanted to get the courage someday to just be waiting for her in her bed with her silky underwear on so she could see me when she walked through the door. I wanted to feel and watch her hand move slowly up and down my cock shaft, stroking me with her silky underwear. I was getting close to cumming when I heard the floor creek. In the full moonlit room I looked around and saw nothing, just the old house settling. I figured since I was interrupted I would add a few more layers of Mom's silk to my cock so I reached down to the part of the bed where I left a huge pile of her clothing and there was nothing to be found. I lifted my head up and looked around and still nothing.

Maybe I knocked them off the bed and onto the floor and maybe that is what the noise was that startled me. Still hard and horny I laid my head back, eyes closed and continued rubbing my throbbing cock feeling whatever happened to the pile of silky underwear could wait until after I exploded my cum into Mom's panties and slips. Again the floor creaked and this time it was louder, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and the room felt a bit colder. My cock was starting to go limp when all of a sudden I felt the nylon silky material start to move on its own. I was amazed and shocked and should have run out of the room and out of the house but the feeling was so heavenly. In the moonlight I watched in awe as the material moved on its own up and down my cock stroking my cock back to full hardness. I was dreaming, there is no way this is happening. I had to see what was going on. I jumped out of bed to turn on the lights and the sensation on my cock stopped. I ran to the light switch and turned it on.

There on the floor was the pile of lingerie but it had not been knocked of the bed. When I put it on the bed it was a mess and in a pile and yet there it was on the floor neatly folded and stacked. Dressed in panties and slips still I looked around the room and said aloud, "alright, who the heck is in this room?" With that my cock stood straight out, the slips lifted up and the panties pulled down on their own. I looked down to see the skin being stretched and rubbed by invisible fingers, you could see the indentation of the grip of a small hand on my cock as it expertly pulled and jerked my cock. In shock but also in lust I just stood there getting a handjob from a ghost. I had to know if I could interact. If you can hear me stop stroking my cock. The sensation stopped but I could still feel a hand holding my cock straight out from my body. I looked down to see my huge throbbing cock begging me not to stop.

The soft pink panties on the floor so neatly folded, I had to try. "If you hear me, pick up the pink panties and run the material up and down my cock." I saw my cock droop towards the floor, I had been released, did I blow it, was this great night over? All of a sudden I saw the panties raise magically off the floor and float towards me, they were being held as if a woman were debating if they were the right size. I reached down and held my cock straight out, then I was pulled away from my cock by another set of hands. Shit, I had more than one spirit in my room. I felt the warmth of a body with soft supple breasts behind me as she reached around and held my cock straight out. I looked in the mirror to see my cock being stroked and my balls being gently rubbed. The slips and panties I was wearing were pulled up and to the side revealing my now erect and bare cock. Then I almost came when the floating panties found there way over to my cock and were draped over my swollen shaft. I watched the material stroke up and down my cock all the while feeling the gentle stroke of a hands on my shaft and balls. This was so fucking great, I had some sort of sex maniac ghosts right here with me in my house.

They were so gentle and pleasing yet I could not figure out why they were here. I had to see them, I told them both to stop and ordered them to go put on a white fullslip each. They left the pink panty draped over my cock and made their way to the pile of lingerie. I watched as the layers were rummaged through until the two fullslips were found. One by one I watched as they mysteriously raised in the air on there own and slowly slid down the feminine bodies. They both had great breasts and I could tell one was older than the other. Her boobs were larger but they drooped a bit more. I could swear I had seen those silhouettes before, but where? Now that I could see them, well I could see empty form filled slips floating about, I could now watch them service me. Since you ladies have such full breasts and I do love silky material against my cock, I want you both to slide those beautiful breasts up and down my shaft. They both stood there in front of me waiting for my decision as to what position I wanted them on. I layed on the bed, my cock sticking straight up on its own and told them to press there boobs together nipple to nipple so a little hole was formed in between the four of them, then I wanted to watch as they slid their silk covered tits up and down my cock shaft. As I lay there, they floated over to me and got into my prescribed position and started stroking my cock as ordered, this felt so good! Four big tits and lots of silk masturbating my cock, better than any dream I could have ever had. I thought, wait a minute, they are ghosts, I am not limited to the basic laws of physics.

I want you both to sit atop me with your backs to one another and my cock in between your butt cracks but only after you each put on panties and 2 more half slips under your fullslip. I needed to feel the layers of silk, this is the best way I like them when stroking my cock. I watched as they floated over and slid on panties and 2 slips a piece. Covered in layers of slips they were now on top of my cock moving up and down my cock shaft stroking me off with Mom's slips. I want you to spin slowly around now and caress my cock with the silky material, I watched as they both put their legs out and started to slowly rotate around my cock encircling my dick with the cracks of their asses and silky soft nylon. As they slowly twirled around they also moved up and down, I was getting the masturbation of a lifetime. I mean, I love Mom's slips but what better way to use them than to have two females, or even female ghosts, wearing them and masturbating me with them. I was feeling dirty and my "close to cumming sensations" were driving me wild, I let out the words, Mom if you could only be here to see me using your silky underwear to make me cum and to see how it is being done. I wished I could have fucked you when you were still alive, I want to cum on your face Mom! I want to fuck your tits and soak your whole body in cum! I was in ecstasy! I watched my cock being serviced and still there was no audible sounds from my two guests. I had to know who they were, I know that I can see their figures because of the clothing and if I gave them enough cum for two great facials I could see the outline of their faces with my cum.

Ladies, when I cum I want you each to take my sperm load on your faces, with that and knowing I was close to cumming they stopped and floated to my cock, I knew their faces were right next to my swollen cock head, I felt warm breaths on my cock and I was going to cum soon. Without asking I watched as they each took turns sucking my cock deep into their throats, I could see the deformed shape of my dick as it was forced into their throats, this was the best blowjob ever! Moving in and out of an invisible throat is something too hard to describe, you can feel the silky warm wetness of tongues, mouths and throats but you can see your cock in the air moving about on its own. One started rubbing gently on my balls and the other was sucking and stroking hard and I was going to shoot the load of the century! All of a sudden my body raised off the bed, I had no weight. I then turned over, my cock facing the bed and my back to the ceiling. My cock was still being sucked and stroked and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I knew their faces were there and eager to get spermed so I just let it go. I shot the first big cum gush on the younger of the two then the second on the older ghost. It wouldn't stop, it was as if they were inside my cock stroking the very nerves that send you off into a great orgasm. My cock moved by itself back to the younger then to the left to the older. All while feeling the sensation of being sucked off by the most expert mouths off all time, I couldn't stop squirting my cum. Twelve pairs of panties flew up off the floor and started running all over my body while I came, then the slips, my whole body was being stroked with silk. Mouths on my cock, nylon silk all over my body, I was gushing so much cum. I looked down to see the cum pooling up in their eyes and over their lips, they were smiling, I lost count of my cumshots when they were over 20 hard strong squirts, an orgasm to end all orgasms. After what seemed like a heavenly eternity the cumming ended, there must have been over a pint of cum that shot out of my cock. Then a sight I will never forget, like starving maniacs they each went crazy with my cum, I could see the cum smearing all over their faces and soon even the hands of my visitors became visible with the shapes outlined by my cum all over them. I watched as four hands smeared cum everywhere, over their hands, tits and faces. As I looked at their faces a strange sensation came over me.

I was gob smacked, I couldn't believe what I saw. The younger one, could it be? I looked at her and she looked back, Mom? And wait, is that Grandma? My Mother and Grandmother were servicing my cock in a way that was not of this world. Mom, Nana, why? They looked at me and just smiled. You cannot speak with me? They nodded NO but I could feel them, Oh God I could feel them. That was so fucking great, you both made my cock feel so good. I am sorry about your underwear Mom, I have always jacked off in it. She smiled and moved towards me, she leaned to kiss me on the cheek then reached down and gave my cock a little squeeze. Nana came over next and pushed her breasts together and gave my cock a tittyfuck squeeze too. I was so drained and tired but I didn't want it to end. Will I see you both again, they smiled and nodded YES. I guess I was tired and passed out right then and there.

I awoke the next morning feeling as though I had just experienced the dream of a lifetime. I looked around the room and it looked as it always did. The room smelled of cum, had lingerie everywhere, and cum had soaked most of the lingerie except it sure did look as if a lot of cum had been shot. No, it was just a dream, I said a loud. My Mom and Grandma had passed away and all that drove that dream last night was my urge to have always wanted to fuck them. Somehow, thinking about the dream made my cock hard. I sat at the edge of the bed and slid on 4 halfslips and one fullslip and started stroking my cock. My cock was tenting the slips and sticking straight up, I said a loud, OK Mom, you know what to do from here, laughing inside at the thought that the dream had actually happened.

I looked closely at my silk covered cock and nothing, then it started to move on its own. My God the slip was alive again, it wasn't a dream. I can have my Mom and Grandma anytime I want! Do it Mom, stroke me off quickly in your silky slips before I go to work. I heard the squeaking of the material as it rubbed against itself. I had to see this in the daylight in the mirror. I walked to the dresser mirror and the stroking never stopped. I looked in the mirror with a naughty grin watching my cock being masturbated in Mom's underwear. Stroke it Mom you hardcore slut, the pace quickened. Faster Mom faster! It was supernatural she was stroking me so quick it was a blur of friction. I let out a scream and shot my wad right through the slips. I watched as the cum was forced under pressure through the material and as it pooled at the surface I knew Mom was licking away at the cum. I could see the cum moving in a way around my cockhead through the slips as only a tongue could do. It subsided but I still got off 11 good squirts. Mom, I want to fuck you tonight, I will call for you when I get home from work OK. I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek then the presence was gone from the room.

Good God I cannot wait for tonight!

 

I spent the summer doing chores alone.  There was no baby sitter no need for one, by the time I reach thirteen, I could cook, clean, sew, wash clothes, do the yard work and tend our small garden.  I was sort of trusted and left alone, and that is when things happened.

 

I was small for my age, only 5’ tall and less than 90 pounds, a hairless body cursed by mom’s side of the family and small cock.  My short blonde hair was home cut and styled by mom, and my eyes of blue came from here as well.  My horny nature also came from her, but to her credit she never showed it to me without booze first.

 

Several times early that spring she had stripped herself late in the evening and sat playing with her 40D jugs while she thought I was asleep.  I would peek out from the bedroom door and watch her fondle herself in the rocking chair.  A few times when she got really drunk, usually on Saturday nights, she wound up in bed with me.  Her naked body lay holing me from behind and once she even fondled me while I pretended to sleep.  She would wake up the next morning with a headache and always asking if she did something wrong.  If not for my ability to bend the truth she would have felt worse.

 

Then one sunny morning after I had completely finished all my chores, I decided to go hiking in the woods.  I was barefoot and shirtless; wearing only an old purple pair of my mom’s funny looking shorts she had given me.  She didn’t believe in wasting anything and since they could fit me, she made me wear them.  I really didn’t mind it back then, as I could care less about clothes, most of the time when I was alone like this I was naked anyway.

 

That particular sunny morning as my small tanned body skipped along the wooded trail, I by accident came upon a new pathway.  I was trampling along when I stumbled over a tree root and slid forward at an angle that showed me a trail down below the ridge I was on.  I had never been on it and thought I should explore it.  I mean I our house sat almost two miles from anyone, and the closest person to being my age or younger than sixty was five miles further.  Most people said that no one but rabbits lived near us.  So I made my way down the trail and followed it until I reach a small brook.  It was more than half a mile from our house when I felt a cool breeze.  This was odd since in early June the temperature is always above eighty.  I followed the coolness and it was like a stream of air above the water and it led me to an opening like a miniature waterfall or small cavern.  So I peered in and saw little to frighten me and I hoisted myself up on the slabs on rocks under it and wiggled my way inside to find it was hiding a massive dwelling.

 

I was almost silly enough back then to think that this was a natural thing.  That is until I found steps leading up and followed them slowly.  They were stone carved at first.  Cold wet and almost pitch black as the further I went up the dimmer the light of the opening became.

 

I found sort of a flat perch that was big enough for me to fit on completely and stood up and looked down and around.  I had counted twenty-eight steps up that was pretty tall for me, the almost faint white opening yielded little help in revealing the size of the place as I could still not make the ceiling or top out, nor could I see where the stairs led me.

 

As I fumbled around looking, I started to get horny as was my custom on any given day.  I felt like yanking my pants down, but I wanted to be sure I was safe first, yet there was something oddly drawing me to do it without being sure and suddenly I found myself strip the purple pants off and throw them up in the air and watch them as they fell almost down to the opening.  My cock was small but all four inches were hard as steel.  My nipples were so tender and sensitive and I think it was suppose to be that when I felt of my body I got so horny that I wanted to jerk off.  I fell back on the cold wet smooth stones and began to stroke my cock and caress my nipples.  When I felt my own desires building quickly I had the wildest desire to cry out for someone to take me. 

 

In a shuttering voice tipped with sexual tones I screamed out, “Can anyone help me?  Can anyone help me cum?”  The sound of my voice echoed and as it did I felt myself release and to my true surprise I had a desire to taste it all.  I jacked it off on my belly and then used my fingers to scoop it to my mouth and as I tasted my salty cream I liked it.  I liked it so much so that the brawny taste of it was more of an attractant than anything else.  The last drop of my sperm was captured and fed to me by my own hand before I could think of a reason not to do it. 

 

I turned on my side and sort of looked up into the darkness and fiddled around with my ass for a moment before I felt a calling inside me.  It was a craving and a direction to me to come up higher.  So I crawled at first up the steps and after another twenty-eight I found myself now in the pitch black alone and on another flat pedestal like landing.  This time I could feel walls of cold wet stone on both sides and a cold breeze from below came to meet me.  I stood up and looked down and saw absolutely nothing but darkness.  So as I inches further up the stones I felt a wooden plank and then another wooden step and I marched slowly up them until I rammed my head into a wooden door. 

 

I had to feel my way to the handle and then shove with all my might to open it, but finally I managed to do so, and what was truly eerie is I kept getting this haunting desire to venture on.  The door opened and revealed a shadowy cow web lined room that was filled with junk and broken furniture.  There was a faint glow of the sun from the cracks along the top of the wall on one side that slightly lit the room.  As I began to stand I found that a pair of steps was nearly twenty feet from me and they led up to another door.  I followed them and it opened into an old rundown house.  The house had been abandoned for years.  The dirt and filth on the floor and the spider webs that were there looked untouched by time.  I found a broom and began to sweep away the webs and some of the garbage on the floor as I exited from the hallway into what at one time must have been the main entrance.  The ceiling now shabby was raised twenty feet high and the decaying staircase that swirled upward crumbled and as I spied around, it seemed this place was once a mansion.  If that was so how come I never heard of it?  No one had and when I found the main door and opened it, I realized why.

 

The front of the house opened into the heart of the woods.  A small overgrown path led into the dense thickets and huge pine trees as I spied into it.  I turned and looked back to see how large it was and as moved along the front porch I could see the trees and the dense foliage and nothing more.  I moved out a few feet from the overhang and gazed up to see the patchy white sky haloed by tress on all sides.  Then as I moved a bit further back I found the remains of an old sign, it read “Posted No Trespassing.  This House Condemned by Order of the US Marshall’s Office.”

 

Then a shock greeted my eyes, as the date on it was “November 5^th 1901.”  Then I realized where I was and what I had stumbled upon.  A legend that had been told for many years said that an old civil war mansion once stood on Crow Ridge and that the owner was a murder and had killed many children in the town before the Marshall dragged him away in chains and hung him in the courtyard in town.  It was said the place was haunted and bedeviled.  It was also said that no one ever found it and though many tried some who may have found this place, never came back.

 

I began to panic and started back in the house and heading back the way I had come out.  I was still totally naked and never seemed to notice until I reach the staircase and felt the desires inside me swell instantly.  It froze me in mid step and made me look up at the once grand house and as I did I felt called to walk up the steps to the next floor.  My aching body was throbbing with a tingling desire that I can only describe as wanton lust.  As if inside I knew something pleasurable was near and desired it, or maybe I knew it desired me.

 

With each step I felt my cock harden more and erect nipples tingled madly and as I side stepped the bad sections of the staircase my ass touched the decaying wooden rails and it sent waves of joy through me.  I could feel my heart race as I neared the final steps and when I lunged over the last hurdle and was sent sprawling face forward to the ground it felt like waves of sexual lust washed over me. 

 

I crawled like a dog on my hands and knees towards the dimly lit hallway that led along the way of the second floor.  I was craving in a way I could not understand, the most of knew of sex was limited to a few petting’s or my own hands.  Now I desired something I had not seen or felt, I desired to be fucked in many ways.

 

I felt as if I had been born to tread this path and as I neared a semi open room, I found myself cooing and sighing.  I crawled through the half open door and found a bedroom long since worn away.  A dresser covered in dirt and dust was t my right and large canopy bed with the clothe worn away by time was there in front of me.  I slid slowly upon it and as the dusty mattress released its long covering into the air I felt gnawing inside me for sex like never before.

 

I began to beg outwardly and loudly, “I am here come and take me!  I am here ready for you.   Take this body now and do all that I desire.”

 

Suddenly from the darkness a figure of a man dressed in a fancy suit veered from the shadows into the light.  His face pale and his hair gray and his eyes blood shot and black starred into my soul and as he moved around me his wrinkled rough hands slid along my back and sides and to my ass.  I turned to look in his eyes at the moment he turned and took both hands to latch on my ass.  As if it were all a dream I felt his cock large and powerful enter me harshly sending a pleasurable and painful sensation through me.  I groaned aloud and almost cried out as his cock thrust deeper inside me and then retracted and reentered over and over.  His gaze held my eyes and as I watched him fuck me I begged of him to do more.

 

He said not a word but as his heated thruster began to form up a pattern and become quicker, I began to flutter my eyes when I reopened them he had vanished but his body was still in me.  I could not see him but I could feel it and was in ecstasy at the moment of climax.  My attacker did not stop after his swelling rush of liquid but rather kept on taking my ass again and again and again.  I lost all interest in time, and as he banged me harder and more often I felt a gushing from my own cock as I came.  My dick unloaded on me and the bed, and I managed to work a hand to capture some of it for my own tasting. 

 

Several more thrust of me made my own cock tingle and grow again and as he exploded for a fourth time I felt my own cock begin to pulse and seconds later a second wave erupted this time splashing me under my chin and on my chest more than the bed.  Once more I fingered it into my own mouth and after I had taken in all of it he came a fifth time.  Then he began to really get serious fucking me.  I was being rocked back and forth when all of a sudden I was lifted in mid thrust off the bed and held above it and the floor as I felt his cock deepen even more in me.  My arms flapped as did my head from the power behind my attacker’s sexual tryst with me.  When his now red hot cock began to swell once more I felt myself screaming for him to cum in my ass, which he did in such a violent way that I felt it flow as I was being bashed in mid air.  Suddenly I was tossed backwards and throw the air coming down hard on the wooden floor. 

 

The force of the action knocked me out and all I know is that when I awoke the room was black as midnight and coldly silent.  I wobbled up and being a bit woozy stumbled back towards the bed and then after resting face down for a second I began to try to see if he were near me.

 

A tingling sensation came over me just then and though it was dark, I could sense someone near me.  I took it that it was the man from before and reach out to touch him, but what I felt was cold almost stone like features and skin.  I cried out, “Are you him?”

 

In the darkness of the room a voice returned, “We are they who came before you, many are we and desire you we do.  We will see to your needs afterwards.”

 

Suddenly hands covered my entire body and I felt myself lifted and touched and fondled and tormented all at the same time.  My cock twisted madly in a painful direction and my balls were squeezed to where I ached as my nipples were gnawed by cold sharp teeth and mouths.  I felt claws grip my wrist and ankles and hands with cold fingers take my thighs and open me wide.  A mouth met mine for a second then a cock my first came popping me.  I could feel its icy cold silky tip on my lips as it was shoved in and when a hand took my head I found what it means to be face fucked.  Then came one in my ass that large and cold and it was more of pain to take in than before, yet as this event unfolded I began to grow needful of more.

 

I felt as if I drifted across the room and all through the house.  I was floating and fucking at the same time and in the pitch darkness I could see nothing at all.  The orgy of my body went until I felt ten different entries into my ass and twice that in my mouth.  Each was a different presence that I could tell, and each wet for a very long time.  When the last cock had exploded in my ass I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

 

I awoke in darkness and cold and the surface I felt was stone not wood.  I felt around and could sense steps and slowly I crawled along them downward and it was if I were being driven to do so.  Inside my heart I wanted more, but something was sending me away at that moment.  It took me such a very long time to reach the basin and see the half moonlit night.  I struggled to find the opening and I left naked flopping out and into the cool water.  I splashed in it by mistake and then on purpose as I slowly worked my way back home. 

 

It took me until the first light of dawn to reach my house.  When I did I found it dark and uninviting so I entered quietly through the back door and made my way to my bed.  I was almost crawled up in it when my mother turned over to spy me.  She was in my bed naked, drunk and looking very horny as I crawled up beside her.  She turned over and blurted out, “You finally come home from your day of playing?”

 

I sort of snuggled my cold damp body next to her for a second which woke her a bit more.  Then I cooed out, “Sorry I was late mom, I had a big day.”

 

Yes she was drunk and maybe even a bit more than normal, but suddenly her eyes lit up as the first light of day peaked in my curtain and said, “Wow you must be glad to see me or is that your thumb in my ass?”

 

I didn’t realize I was still hard, and I had been that way almost all day.  I felt her soft ass cheeks flow along my cock head as I replied, “Well you do look real pretty mom.”

She turned over and as her mouth opened mine was drawn or should I say pulled to it and a second later my cock entered her pussy fully.  I fucked her until the alarm rang, and came in her twice.  She was so hot afterwards that she called in sick and then took me to the tub to bathe and then fuck her again.  Along about noon she pulled me out the back door and onto the soft warm grass in the back yard and told me, “I want you to mount me and ride me like a horse.”

 

When I did it this was the first time I saw her as more than my mom, I almost wanted her as my wife at times during that wild sexual session.  Then after I came in her I knew why it had happened.  I felt the desire to return with her to the house in the woods. 

 

As she sucked my dick clean I began to plan how I would lure her there.  If you want to hear more, you’ll have to wait.

 

 

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

 

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

 

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

 

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

 

“Hi-ya Sal; I’m downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

 

“Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back.

 

“I’d love to see you; Tomorrow?” She suddenly knew a desperation that he would say yes.

 

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.

 

Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.

 

Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.

 

If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but the only information it gave was number withheld.

 

“Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She at last, settled on a black cocktail dress, cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.

 

She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.

 

“Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.”

 

It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for a man to rock her boat sufficiently to become something of a partner. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment; it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego, the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of her conquests had managed to make her come, managed even, to get her to orgasm, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had in truth, been rutting, in the purest sense; fucking themselves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay or the niceties of sex, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way, like his cock was an umbilical chord; that suited her desperate need at the time.

 

Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind, she had been devastated, the overwhelming sexual charge was replaced by a feeling of bereavement. She had thought that this was it, her life partner had arrived, never to leave; she couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.

 

Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up if she was to make the impression she hoped to. The rummage though her bag of collected hues and colours left her wanting, but it would have to do.

 

Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept with her drying hair in rollers.

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Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.

 

His laptop running on the top of a sideboard announced that he had mail with a chirrup. It was nothing important and was quickly read then deleted. He checked his web site and answered a few enquiries about his newly launched software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.

 

He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.

 

They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him, the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it. Now it was out there against the opposition, the users who bought the licence didn’t seem to have the intelligence or aptitude to really make the programme sing as he had designed it to do. It left him feeling somewhat deflated or disappointed in the end result, but knowing fundamentally, that it was the customer who failed to grasp the nuances of his work; Their loss.

 

During the latter stages of completion, Josh had become quite ill, his Doctor referred him on to a psychiatric consultant who had warned him; vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown; his choice.

 

He had collided into Sal on the second or third day of his enforced break, literally knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took his proffered hand to help her up, was electric and he instantly knew that he wanted to know her, body and soul.

 

Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other. She had a self-depreciating manner of telling her life history, it was infectious; Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.

 

He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.

 

Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.

 

Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next classroom popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.

 

“Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them and have them for dinner.”

 

“Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just removing her head and shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.

 

The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.

 

Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to heart conversations during their meal breaks; it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery. The irony wasn’t lost on Sal, she was the one without a man, but it was Anne who was the more miserable of the two friends.

 

“So what you gonna wear?” The question was an abrupt change of direction in the flow of conversation.

 

Sal described the cocktail dress she had planned on, but her very description and her lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home; the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long.

 

“Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I’m late.” It was apparent that Anne dearly wanted to go with Sal to hit the shops by the animated way she used her hands to enforce her words.

 

“Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t a feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out. Sal’s recollection of how her father had ruled her mother sprang to the forefront of her mind

 

“Your man, Trevor, needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.” She continued.

 

“I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot, at least for now.

 

After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent store that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line dress, with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every penny.

 

They coffee’d at one of the many new outlets that littered the mall, then went their separately ways to their respective homes. Anne, hurrying to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late, Trevor hated her being late; Sal, to pretty herself up and create a vision. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet. Both of them hurried to satisfy the hungers of a man, but in very different ways.

 

She was ready by six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting by preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had hobnail boots on.

 

He was fashionably late; Ten minutes past seven; blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe in nervous anticipation of her evening ahead.

 

She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.

 

“Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.

 

“I’m easy.”

 

“Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home. They left her apartment arm in arm, down the quasi-ornate stair well to the street.

 

He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name or the outside appearance suggested. After a very good meal and a couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement and cool air.

 

Conversation during dinner had flitted from subject to subject and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them.

 

“Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady.

 

“Sal…” He started, but then stopped.

 

“Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”

 

“When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.

 

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.

 

“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.

 

“What?”

 

“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.

 

They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.

 

“Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

“I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.

 

Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could hear something soft playing.

 

He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.

 

Sal...” He started “There is something you should know about me.”

 

“You’re married!” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him. It didn’t occur to her that she might be considered the bitch in the triangle.

 

“Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she might if impaled on a spike.

 

“You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.

 

“No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”

 

“For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously; trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.

 

“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.

 

“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.

 

“I…I mean…I change physically…sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.

 

“Ha ha ha! So you’re a fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.

 

“Well…yes as a matter of fact...” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.

 

“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am; A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”

 

“You’re serious aren’t you…?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.

 

“…So, why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”

 

“I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be more than casual lovers with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the Priest to offer prayers for his soul as he made his way to the gallows.

 

“What do you mean, watch them grow old?” Sal was some way off of getting a handle on what Josh was trying in his fractured way, to tell her.

 

“I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a sugar plantation in Jamaica.”

 

“That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.

 

“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. By comparison, what I am is nothing. I am considered a horror, but what this world has to offer is pure evil; by comparison, I’m a minor offence.”  He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.

 

“Well…” Sal puffed out her cheeks while she struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts.

 

“…So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.

 

“I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, by the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”

 

“Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no hope of order.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.

 

“I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to fuck me until I pass out. The rest… I can think about later...” She lifted her eyes to search his face.

 

“…But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”

 

He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up by, then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her Chanel No 5 perfume faintly caressed his sinuses; she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.

 

“I really trust you Josh; don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.

 

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Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms by her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.

 

He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge by comparison to her smallness; he lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.

 

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued the travels of his lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

 

Bending now, almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

 

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

 

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked in a blue maze across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

 

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted still in a standing position as if she were no more than a feather. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

 

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

 

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

 

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

 

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.

 

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair with claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her essence into his waiting mouth. 

 

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

 

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

 

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his proportions, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old. She almost giggled at the quip.

 

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

 

“Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and desperately needed him to fuck her.

 

Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

 

It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic rocks and thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she craved. Her pelvic thrusts were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

 

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat; her breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

 

Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter. His soul was bare to her; he was lost.

 

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

 

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

 

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers, it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.

 

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

 

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

 

She could no more lose him than exist as a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her she knew; now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

 

While most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life could be like. Could she allow that other life to co-exist with their erstwhile normal affair? Could she even admit that it would happen, time and time over; she did the math, twelve times per year for what… fifty years if she was lucky enough to live that long. Five times twelve equals sixty add a zero for the multiplication of tens; six hundred times he would be away from her.

 

And then there was the nature of his time separate from her, what would he be doing then? She of course knew the answer, but the enormity of killing to satisfy an animalistic need was, by far, too vast and horrendous for her to touch upon too deeply.

 

She was still pondering when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then in that instant between sleep and recognition.

 

“Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, to lie on his side his head set on one hand while the other reached for her.

 

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour one for him.

 

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

 

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

 

“Sal…” He began. “…We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

 

“I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”

 

“Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

 

“Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

 

“Sal, I took a risk telling you…”

 

“I know that.” She butted in.

 

“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”

 

“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.

 

“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”

 

“So who is this person?”

 

“My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see; I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

 

Her voice softened.

 

“I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

 

“I got work Buster and I need a shower.”

 

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

 

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

 

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

 

Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her was likely going to be real life.

 

But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door. She knew this was the first time, had even anticipated the awkwardness of the situation, but she thought that he would trust her enough to allow her to be a part of his alternative life, even if it was only his transference.

 

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

 

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

 

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal based, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

 

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness, passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

 

Neither of them moved, just stared at each other wordlessly, sightlessly in her case, she hadn’t the capability to discern from what meagre light there was. The space between them was a barrier of difference; two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

 

She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, she heard soft pad falls approach the door and then cross the carpeted floor.

 

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.

 

He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds, transfixed to the spot.

 

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

 

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled, adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

 

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolf’s torso with encircling arms.  They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

 

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail; that when rubbed the wrong way, sends dogs into a delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of his pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

 

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stoked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animalistic desire.

 

Sal broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet with his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

 

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

 

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. Her pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip with locked forepaws around her waist. His hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

 

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

 

Sal gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

 

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her vaginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

 

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

 

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her head. He was now turned ass-to-ass and panting hard from the exertion. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that had all the hallmarks of epileptic seizure.

 

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to turn around and flop almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him; they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

 

The same thing occurred the next month when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight on that night/day of the month. No big problem except when she was teaching.

 

Once or twice over the next few months, she had to call in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.

 

They were settling into a routine of life partnership. But, their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.

 

The time for a decision was fast approaching; Sal knew it, could feel the impending moment approach and had no answer prepared.

 

She waited until he returned from his nighttime excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.

 

“Josh…” She began, having thought it through, agonised and then made her choice.

 

“…I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.”  She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.

 

“I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned oblivion, so her question might not need to be answered.

 

She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.

 

She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.

 

Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.

 

“Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”

 

“Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”

 

“Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”

 

“What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it much.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.

 

“If you were the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want? Can you give up your life? It isn’t just for the moon once a month, but for the rest of your life. It fills every day; it is a whole life change. Do you…can you love me enough?”

 

Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, and then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth.

 

“Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not ever forget it.

 

The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge, almost black, male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.