Something happened at the Ball. But unlike Cinderella it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.Something happened at the Ball. But it wasn’t a slipper they were looking for next morning. It was a cock.
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Almond and Centaurus – two pimps have their best hoes fight for ground on the street. Aspasia and Gomora get on each other like nothing you have read before!
this is a partly true story
David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about. In this chapter, his father, John, returns home and enjoys some one on one time with his daughter Kayleigh. She teases him into a frenzy, and when she turns him away, he forces the matter. Eventually he gets what he deserves.
English isn’t my first language so please don’t judge.
Wendy was sexy, she was a stripper, and she was an exhibitionist.
First time writing a story. Fantasy about a worman I know who is a taker. This is what she deserves.
I woke up with Chris next to me. Sunlight poured through my window, filling my whole room with bright light and it took me a moment or two to realize that it was morning. It was morning and Chris was still in my bed, sleeping next to me. We had slept together in the same bed. All I could wonder was, “How did that happen?” His face was buried sideways on the pillow, his eyes lightly closed, and his mouth slightly open. I studied his perfect, beautiful face for a minute before I looked over at my alarm clock; it was ten minutes to eight. “Oh, shit! Chris wake up now!” I yelled.
Chris’ eyes popped open. He looked at me at first as though he couldn’t remember who I was and then he sat up in bed. “What am I still doin’ here?” he asked.
Quickly, I jumped out of bed, not wearing a damn thing, and found some underwear to put on. “We gotta hurry up. We’re supposed to be at school in like ten minutes.”
Chris didn’t move from the bed at all. He just stretched his powerfully muscular arms over his head, arched his back, causing all of the muscles in his upper body to flex and ripple. “Fuck school. Let’s just not go.”
“No, we gotta go. We’ll get detention again if we miss school.”
Sighing, Chris said, “We’ll probably get detention anyway.” He stepped out of bed, fully naked, the light illuminating his god-like body, and his giant, semi-hard dick swinging around like a pendulum. He picked up his shirt and put it on. “Where the fuck are my pants at?” he asked.
“Think you left `em in the living room. Let me go get them. I don’t know if my mother is home or not.” I left my room, went into the living room, and found Chris’ baggy jeans in a pile on the carpet beside the couch. Picking them up, I sniffed the crotch area of Chris’ jeans a few times, and I could smell his sweet, pungent scent through the denim. It made my dick harden a little bit in my boxer shorts. I jogged back to my room and handed Chris his jeans. “Chris we gotta hurry up and get to school. If we’re late, then we gotta go to detention…again. I’m not tryin to have detention on a fuckin Friday.”
Chris lazily stepped into his jeans. His dick was poking out of the zipper hole. He stuffed it back in and zipped them up. I was surprised to see how good Chris looked in the morning. He looked so fresh as though he didn’t just wake up. Me on the other hand, I knew that I probably looked like a big mess. “It’s already eight o’clock, B.” I checked the clock and saw that he was right. Fuck.
After he was finished dressing, Chris said, “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait a second, I’m almost dressed.”
“No. I need to go home and take a shower and put on some different clothes,” Chris told me.
“Why don’t you just wear what you got on now?”
“`Cause it’s musty, and I hate wearin’ the same thing twice.”
“You can just wear somethin of mine,” I told him. “We’re basically almost the same size.”
Chris looked at me as if I was stupid. “No offense, B. But I wouldn’t be caught fuckin dead wearin any of your shit.” He scoffed and walked out of the room. “I’ll see you later.”
I caught up with him in the living room just as he was about to open the front door, and grabbed him by the arm spinning around. I leaned my face in close to kiss him but Chris pulled back. “I’m cool, B. Your breath stinks.” He grinned, tugged open the door and left. I couldn’t believe he just said that to me–I mean I could believe he said that, because Chris always said shit like that, but that fuckin annoyed me. It just proved to me that the closer that I thought the two of us got, the more Chris proved to me that I wasn’t worth shit to him.
Since I didn’t have much time, I just put on a slightly wrinkled T-shirt and the same jeans I wore the day before. It was fifteen minutes after eight when I finally got out of the house. As I was getting on the bus, searching for my fare, I found the letter that Jason Coleman had written me last night. I paid the dollar fare, found a seat, and reread the note again.
Hey Brandon,
This is Jason. Came by your house around nine-fifteen, but nobody answered the door when I rang the doorbell…I’m kinda disappointed that I didn’t get spend time with you tonight…
As I thought about it, I realized that I was disappointed too.
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I reported to the main office where the bitter old receptionist, Ms. Grayson grimaced at me from behind her desk. “You’re an hour late, Mr. Newman,” she said.
“Um…my bus ran late…”
“Next time,” she said as she filled out a pink slip for me, “Wake up earlier.” Ms. Grayson handed the note to me. “Report to Mr.Wilson’s room at three-fifteen for detention. Next!”
So obviously I could see that this was already gonna be the worst fuckin day of my life. I snatched the slip away from her and stormed out of the office.
Later, during lunch, I saw Jason Coleman walking in my direction as I sat under my favorite tree.
As he came closer, I was just so mesmerized by how attractive he was; and not just the way he looked. There just seemed to be a confidence about him, a maturity about him that set him apart from most high school boys our age. Jason sat next to, smiling. “Hey,” he said. “Did you get that note I left you last night?”
“Yeah, I did…um…my mother wanted me to go somewhere with her at that last minute. I told her that you were comin over, but she didn’t care. I’m sorry I missed you.”
Jason looked at me intently with his bright hazel eyes for a few seconds, as if he were trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not. He just said, “It’s OK. That’s cool. Well, what are you doin after school?”
I sighed. “Got detention again. But afterwards I free to do whatever.”
“Good,” Jason said. He stood up. “Come to the library after you get out. I’ll be there.” Jason winked at me and walked away. I watched his ass through his semi-tight fitting jeans as he strode off. It was really tight and round-looking. I was still amazed that somebody as good-looking and sophisticated as he was would be interested in me. I looked around to see if Chris was spying on me as he had been the other day. When I didn’t see him, I gathered my stuff and headed to class.
I reported to room 738 after school for detention. The bad thing was that this wasn’t going to be like Ms. Navarro’s detention, where all we had to do was sit in our desks and look like idiots for forty-five minutes. Mr. Wilson, the detention teacher for the whole school, was an unnecessarily cruel asshole that made us actually do things as part of detention, like clean all the bathrooms or pick up trash all over campus. This was really not about to be fun.
There was only four other people in detention other than myself: this extremely good-looking, tall and muscular sophomore fifteen-year-old named Scott Howard, Rachel Johnson who was in my Physics class, and of course, the two people I really wasn’t all too excited to see: Billy Anderson and Chris Green. When Chris saw me, he smiled; I couldn’t really tell if it was an insulting smile, or a genuine smile. Just as I sat in my seat, I heard Mr. Wilson say to me in his extremely deep voice, “Five minutes late, Newman.”
I checked my watch. “It’s three fifteen now.”
Mr. Wilson pointed to the wall clock. “Not on that clock it isn’t.” He walked over to my desk, and as he came closer to me, I could smell the sweet scent of the cologne he wore. Mr. Wilson gripped both sides of my desk and lowered himself down so that our faces were at the same level. He stared at me deeply with his piercing ice-blue eyes. Very deliberately with his sexy lips moving slowly, Mr. Wilson said to me, “Don’t ever be late again, Newman.”
With my heart beating at rapid speed, I answered, “I won’t be.”
I heard Chris, Billy and Scott snickering at me. Mr. Wilson looked in their direction. “Did I tell any of you to make any fuckin noise?” he asked.
“No, sir,” all three said at once. I had forgotten that Mr. Wilson had been head coach for the football team in the fall and their Track and Field coach. That’s why Chris, Billy, and Scott respected (or were intimidated by) him so much. Mr. Wilson looked at me again, for a few seconds. And there was something in the way he looked at me, that was not just anger, but also a look of lust, like he wanted to fuck me right there. It was the same look Chris always gave me. I looked at the wedding band on Mr. Wilson’s finger and then I looked him directly in the eyes. Mr. Wilson arched one of his eyebrows slightly, stood up and headed back toward his desk. Like I had done with Jason, I watched Mr. Wilson’s firm-looking round ass in the snug-fitted brown slacks he wore. I could tell from Mr. Wilson’s body shape that he worked out a lot and had a nice physique. He probably had a giant dick like Billy and Chris. It’s been my experience that football players–and their coaches probably–all though I have only fucked three so far (football players, not coaches)–have massive dicks.
“Anderson and Green,” Mr.Wilson said to Billy and Chris, “I want all the trash in the main courtyard and the bleachers on the football field cleaned up.” To Scott, he said, “Howard, you go clean up the men’s locker room. It should be empty by now. All three of you should be back in less than half an hour. Ms. Johnson you can leave now. I don’t have anything for you to do today.” Rachel looked very happy when Mr. Wilson told her this. She was out of the classroom in two seconds. I didn’t dare think to tell him that was unfair that she got to go while the rest of us stayed. But I, as well as Billy, Chris, and Scott knew that was a bad idea to challenge Mr. Wilson. The three boys left the classroom, leaving Mr.Wilson and I alone. “And you, Newman…” Mr. Wilson reached into one the drawers in his desk and pulled out one of the biggest stacks of papers that I had ever seen in my life. He saw the shocked look on my face and this made him smirk. Mr. Wilson carried the papers over to my desk and placed them on my desk. “I want you to grade each one of these. And if you make any mistakes, I’ll be seein your ass everyday in detention for the next two weeks.” Now I was beginning to see where Chris and Billy got their arrogant, fucked up attitudes from. And I hated to admit that it was actually turning me on.
Half an hour later, when Chris, Billy, and Scott returned, I was only half-way finished with the papers. They were all grinning and their clothes looked a lot more wrinkled and dirty than before they had left. I knew that hadn’t cleaned any up at all. They had probably just finished having a fuckin threesome in the locker room or some place. “We’re finished, coach,” Chris said. He looked at me, flashing one of his taunting, cocky grins. “Can we go now?”
“Yes,” Mr. Wilson said. “All of you can go.” Mr. Wilson turned to me. “Except for you, Newman.”
“Why do I gotta stay?” I asked.
“Because I fuckin said so,” Mr. Wilson said sharply. Scott and Billy quietly left the classroom. Chris remained behind for two seconds, giving me this “too bad for you” look and left as well.
As soon as Chris left the classroom, Mr. Wilson walked over to me, his crotch a few inches away from my face and asked, “Why aren’t you fuckin finished with those papers yet?”
“`Cause there’s like a thousand of them. There’s no way in hell that I’m gonna be able to finish all of these papers in ten minutes.”
“Well,” Mr. Wilson said moving in a little bit closer to me, “guess you’re gonna have to stay a little bit longer.” I looked over at his crotch, because by that time it was obvious that he wanted me to, and saw his cock growing within his pants. My own dick started to grow within my jeans.
“I’m supposed to be meeting somebody at four o’ clock,” I told Mr.Wilson. “I can’t stay that much longer.”
Mr. Wilson’s dick continued to harden inside his slacks. It snacked down his left thigh and swelled to its fullest degree, which appeared to be at least a good ten inches. So I guess my whole football player/coach-big dick theory was proving to be accurate. Mr. Wilson gave his cock a few squeezes though his pants. My dick was rock hard now, poking against the denim of my jeans. A good part of me wanted to see what Mr. Wilson’s dick looked like, and even how it would taste like going in my mouth. But then there was another part that felt bad and guilty about suckin off a teacher. “I’ve been hearin some things about you, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said to me.
My heart skipped. “Things like what?”
Mr. Wilson unbuckled his belt slowly and unbuttoned his slacks. “I’ve heard that you been doin things with my Quarterback.”
I swallowed. My dick was still pulsating. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about.”
Chuckling, Mr. Wilson lowered his zipper down a little bit, just enough for me to see that he was not wearing any underwear. He had shiny brown pubes. “Oh, I think you know what I’m talkin about, Newman.”
“Actually I don’t. And I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to be doin’ that in front of me.”
“Appropriate?” Mr. Wilson asked with a smirk. “What do you know about appropriate, Newman? You’ve been caught fuckin in Ms. Navarro’s classroom, the boy’s bathroom–and I know about what’s been goin on in the gym and the football field–now is that what you call ‘appropriate’?” Mr. Wilson put one hand into the hole in his zipper and massaged his dick inside of his pants. “I guess the two of you aren’t even tryin to keep it a secret.”
I glared at him. “What do you want?”
Mr. Wilson gave me a coy look that I read as: “You know what I want.” I thought he was going to whip out his dick and try to stick it into my mouth, but instead he rose his zipper and fastened the button to his pants, “Not today. This will have to wait for another time. You can go now, Newman,” Mr. Wilson said.
I waited until my boner deflated a little and then I responded, “But what about these papers you wanted me to grade?”
“Toss `em in the trash. They’re just a bunch of old papers from last year.” Mr. Wilson smiled at me, a very taunting and cruel smile.
That was just another reason for me to hate his fucking guts. I grabbed the pile of papers and dumped them in the recycling bin. Mr. Wilson sat behind his desk and began to write something on a piece of paper. As I was ready to exit the classroom, Mr. Wilson asked me, without looking up from his paper, “You’re not gonna tell anybody about this are you?”
It was basically the same exact question Ms. Navarro had asked me only a week earlier. When she had asked, I didn’t have an answer, but I had one now: “No. But maybe you should be careful. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone telling your wife.” Mr. Wilson lifted his head from his paper and gave me a look of surprise, as if he hadn’t expected me to say that. Smiling to myself, I stepped out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.
The library would be closing in under twenty-five minutes. I jogged halfway across campus, hoping that Jason hadn’t left yet. Entering the library doors, I saw that the place was mostly empty. The librarian typed away on his computer at his desk, and when he saw me, he said, “We’re closing in fifteen minutes.”
I checked the computer area, and Jason wasn’t there; I checked the study area, he wasn’t there either, I checked the book stacks, and I still didn’t see him. I went down one narrow book aisle and called out his name. “Jason? Are you still here?”
From the opposite side of the bookshelf, I heard a deep voice say, “No, but I am.” I removed one of the books from the shelf to see Chris’ handsome, grinning face on the other side. “So he let you outta detention huh? I thought you woulda been in there for a least a half hour longer, gettin the ‘special treatment’.” Chris walked around the shelf and joined me in the narrow aisle.
“So I guess the special treatment involves jackin off right in front of my face?”
Chris’ eyebrows arched and he chuckled. “Wilson pulled out his dick? Did he make you jack him off? Suck him off?”
“No!” I pushed my way past him and walked out of the library. Chris followed behind me.
“He left ten minutes ago,” Chris said.
I turned around. “Who?”
“That pretty boy you was chattin up with yesterday. Think he said his name was Jason.”
It felt like my heart had plummeted down to my feet. “Jason? You didn’t talk to him did you?”
Chris shrugged. “For a quick second.”
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“Did you say anything about me?”
“You came up a few times.”
I got really nervous. “What did you tell him, Chris?”
Chris had this amused look on his face. “Nothin too bad. Don’t get all stressed B. Your forehead is all wrinkled.”
“You never get tired of fuckin around with me.” I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket and walked away.
I heard Chris say from behind me, “I was just tryin to help you out.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Chris followed me as I made my way back across campus toward the main gates. He caught up with me. “B, wait up. Let me take you home.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take the bus.” Seizing me by the hand, Chris dragged me off into the direction of his truck. I tried struggling with him, but either he was stronger than I expected him to be, or I just wasn’t in the mood to really struggle with him. As I calmed down, Chris loosened his grip on me, but he didn’t let go of my hand until we reached his truck.
“Get in,” he said as he unlocked the door. I stepped into the truck reluctantly. Chris turned on the engine and we were cruising down the street in seconds.
I asked “How long are we gonna do this?”
“What?” Chris questioned.
“You know what I’m talkin about. We go to detention, and then we fuck, and then we go to school the next day and pretend like we don’t like each other, like we don’t even know who each other are. It’s gettin kinda boring now. When is it gonna stop?”
“Who said anything about me wantin to fuck you today?” Chris asked. “I’m just takin you home. Besides, you’re probably gonna go and fuck that dude Jason, or whatever the fuck his name is.”
“Who said anything about me fuckin anybody?” I questioned back. “And speakin of fucking, what were you and Billy and that other freshman boy–Scott–or whatever his name is doin’?
“It’s not what you think,” Chris said. He took one hand off the steering wheel and used the other hand to tug at his crotch. “I didn’t fuck either one of them.”
“Yeah right.”
“B, of all people, you should know that it takes longer than twenty minutes for me to get off. It woulda took me a hour and a half at least to bone them. And like I told you yesterday, the only person I’m fuckin is you. Probably can’t say the same thing bout you though.”
“What are you talkin about? You the only one I’m…” I stopped talking before I ended the sentence. “I haven’t done anything with Jason Coleman yet–”
“Did you just hear yourself, B?” Chris took his hand off his dick, which I assumed was hard now, and placed it back on the steering wheel. “You said you haven’t done anything with him ‘yet’.”
“I don’t plan on doin anything with him.” That part wasn’t necessarily true. “I don’t even know him all that much yet.”
“There goes that ‘yet’ word again, B. And `sides, you don’t need to know somebody to fuck `em. You just need to be horny enough.”
“So what’s your point?” I asked, annoyed.
“I want you to admit that you wanna fuck that boy,” Chris said.
“Why?”
Chris didn’t answer.
I looked out my window, watching all the houses and trees that passed by. My heart was fluttering in my chest and my stomach felt like it was bouncing all over the place. “I like being with you,” I whispered. I was hoping that Chris didn’t hear me.
“What did you say?” Chris asked.
“Nothin.” I said.
“No,” Chris responded, looking at me. “I wanna hear what you just said.”
My heart was beating like a jackhammer in my chest; I took a deep breath, and without looking at him, I said a little bit louder, “I said I like being with you.” There was an extended moment of awkward silence and I regretted ever saying anything at all. I wish I could’ve just taken it–
“I like bein with you too…” Chris said. His voice shook a little when he said that, as though it was the hardest thing in the world for him to say. Another moment of silence past and Chris asked, “Do you like me?” I really couldn’t believe he was asking me that, and I could tell by the way his voice was still shaking that he couldn’t believe he asked me either.
“…I don’t know… sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. What about you?”
Chris hesitated for a moment, and then he answered, “More than I should.”
“More than you should, what?” I asked.
Chris kept his eyes straight on the road. “I like you more than I should. Didn’t think that shit would ever happen.”
“Why?”
“`Cause I don’t wanna like you,” Chris said bluntly. “You and me don’t go together. We’re hella opposite.” Though what he was saying was true, his words still stung.
“I know…” I said.
Chris turned down my street. I hadn’t even realized that we were so close to my house. “That dude likes you, the one I was talkin to in the library–Jason.”
“How do you know?” I was interested in hearing his explanation.
“`Cause I can just tell. When I said your name, his face lit up and shit. He was just sittin there, lookin around like he was waitin for somebody to come. Figured he was waitin for you and all, since I saw you talkin to him the other day. Told him you was still in detention and wouldn’t be out for like another half hour. And then he said he didn’t mind waitin, that he was gonna sit there until you came.”
I was kinda bewildered by all of this. “Did he really say that?”
Chris pulled up into my driveway. He shut off the engine and looked at me. For the first time in the four years that I had known him, Chris actually looked serious; he didn’t have that stupid cocky-ass smile on his face that he usually wore, he just looked really sincere. I was almost amazed.
“If Jason said he was gonna wait for me,” I said, “then how come he wasn’t there when I went to the library?”
Chris turned his face away from me. “Told `im to leave. I told him that he might as well just take his ass home, `cause you wasn’t gonna come.”
“Why did you tell him that?”
Taking a deep breath, Chris said, “`Cause I didn’t want you to go off with him…I wanted you to go with me. And that’s what I’m talkin about, I’m not supposed to care…” He stopped talking.
I didn’t really know what to feel. I didn’t know if I should’ve been angry at Chris for making Jason leave, mad at Jason for not waiting for me like he said he would, or should I be happy that Chris waited for me, and that whether he meant to or not, he had shown that there was a part of him that actually did care about me. I felt a mixture of all those emotions and I didn’t know what to say back to Chris. Again, we sat in awkward silence.
“Are you gonna get out?” Chris asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah and no.” Chris folded his arms around the steering wheel and rested his head gently against the horn, with his face turned toward me. “You’re right,” he said.
“Right about what?”
“All we do is fight, fuck, and go to detention.” I laughed a little and Chris did the same. “We don’t talk, we don’t hang out. We basically don’t even really like each other. But for the past two weeks we’ve been fuckin nearly everyday. That shit is crazy,” Chris said. “I usually don’t give a fuck about who I’m fuckin…but you…I fuckin didn’t think this shit was gonna end up like this.”
“Me either,” I said. “But I’m kinda glad it did.”
“Why?” Chris asked. “You probably have more in common with that pretty dude than you have with me. You can probably talk to him bout all kinda shit, you’ll laugh at his stupid ass jokes and he’ll laugh at yours; you’ll take corny-ass walks through the park; when you go to school you don’t gotta worry bout if he’s gonna ignore you, and when you fuck him, you don’t gotta worry that he might not like you after. You can’t have that with me.”
“And maybe I’m stupid as fuck,” I said, “but that’s the reason why I like bein with you, `cause you don’t do all those things. You’re right, you do ignore me and when we’re fuckin I’m sure most of the time that you don’t feel anything emotional about it, you just wanna get off. But sometimes I know that when we…have sex…that it kinda means somethin to you. It means somethin to me. Like you told me one time, if I really wanted to, I can always find somebody to fuck. I mean it’s not really hard to find so-called straight football players that would probably love me to suck their dick, but I don’t. If I wanted to be with Jason, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”
Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. “You’re a fuckin dumb-ass,” he said, bursting out into one of his cocky grins. “All this Hallmark bullshit is about to make me fuckin throw up.”
“Fuck, Chris. You always gotta fuck up the mood.”
“Just playin,” Chris said, “don’t get all PMS-ish.”
Slightly annoyed, I opened the door to the truck and was about to step out, when Chris pulled me back in. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me onto his lips. The kiss started off hard but soon it became gentle, and our tongues brushed up against each other. Chris’ grip on the back of my neck loosened, but he still held on to me, sucking my bottom lip and brushing my hair with his fingers. It was like every nerve in my body was tingling at once, and my body heated up like I had just stepped into an inferno. I didn’t want him to let go of me. But after three minutes–it felt like three hours–Chris gently pulled away from me. I could barely breathe and warm sweat rolled down my back. “That was for this mornin’,” Chris told me. He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time longer than the first, and he rubbed my dick through my jeans.
“Let’s go to my room,” I told him. “My mother isn’t home.”
Gently biting the side of my neck, Chris said, “I can’t. Got somethin I gotta do. Later.”
I wanted him to fuck me right there in that truck, but I managed to use a little self-control. Reluctantly, I pulled away from Chris and stepped out of the car. As I was about to get out the second time, Chris said to me, “Don’t fuck him, B.”
“Huh?”
“Jason. I don’t want you to fuck him. I don’t care if you chill with him, but I don’t want him diggin you out.” Chris had this very serious face on his face.
Before I really had a chance to think about my answer, I said, “I won’t.”
Chris nodded his head slightly. “Promise me.”
Wow, he was really serious about it. “I don’t make promises, Chris.”
“Make one for me.”
It was hard for me to say it, not because I didn’t want to say it, but because I didn’t know if what I was about to say would be the complete truth. “I won’t do anything with him.”
Chris just stared at me as though he was probing my mind with his eyes. After a while he said, “Okay.”
I stepped out of the truck and watched as Chris drove away down the street; I waited until his truck was out of sight and then went inside. I went into my bedroom and plopped on my unmade bed. The sheets still smelled like sweat and cum from when Chris and I had fucked the day before. As I sniffed the sheets, my dick got hard, wishing that Chris was here now in my bed, that I had his eleven inch dick in my mouth. Unbuckling my jeans, I pulled out my dick and started to jerk myself off slowly. Suddenly images of Mr.Wilson came into my head; I don’t know why I thought of him, but I thought about his big dick throbbing against the tight pants he wore; I wondered what it would’ve tasted like. And then I thought of Jason. I wondered how big his dick was and how he looked like naked. I imagined him on top of me, his sweaty, slender, muscular toned body grinding against mine, his dick grazing against my asscrack. Images of him fucking me hard and fast entered my head and I couldn’t get them out–and I kinda didn’t want to get them out. As I jerked off, I tried to think of Chris only, but it didn’t work. Jason kept popping up. I told Chris that I wasn’t going to do anything with Jason, but I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep that promise. Seconds before I was about to cum, the doorbell rang.
Quickly I stuffed my dick back into my pants, zipped them up. As I jogged into the living room, I assumed that Chris had changed his mind and come back. However, when I reached the door and opened it, I almost screamed in shock–
Jason was on the other side of the door and he looked so fuckin incredible, like a fuckin supermodel, that I thought I was gonna cum right there in my jeans. “Hey, Brandon. Can I come in?”
It was really hard for me to believe that was really happening, that Jason was really standing on the other side of the door. He smiled at me, that perfect, dazzling white smile that my skin tingle. His hazel eyes glimmered in the remaining sunlight. “Jason, what are you doin here?”
Jason took a step toward me. His scent was a lot sweeter than Chris’ but just as hypnotic, if not slightly more. “Came to see you. This a bad time or something?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. And then I finally regained my senses. “No, come in.” I stepped aside and Jason entered my house. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew that things were really about to get a lot more complicated than I needed them to be.
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I’m Ron, and I never believed there was such a thing as a person with a dick and a pussy. I had seen fake dicks on girls on the porn sites. Guys dressed as girls with dicks and other shit.
I was fucking the girl in the apt. next to me Jenny, who like to drink and fuck all the time. One night she told of a girl she knew, who had a dick and a pussy.
I said bullshit. Jenny insisted it was true. I said ’prove it’, and If it’s true we’ll have a threesome. She can fuck you with her dick while I fuck her pussy from behind, and I laughed.
That really perked her interest up. The thought of having three-way with a ’hermie’ (short for hermaphrodite) as she called her, got her all excited. I still felt a ’hermie’ didn’t exist and laughed about it.
Jenny said that she would try and contact this Janice and arrange a three-way for us. I chuckled and said to ‘go for it.’
She told me she had gone to a party late one night and hooked up with a guy. They went looking for a bedroom to fuck in. She opened a door of a bedroom and there was Janice fucking a girl with her dick. She quick closed the door, shocked at what she saw. I said, oh come on, that was a strap-on she was fucking her with. She insisted no way. I said I bet this Janice is a guy, trans, or whatever. Jenny said she talked to the girl who Janice fucked later and the girl whispered: (“..she has a pussy too, I even fingered it.”). I laughed and said the girl fingered her ass hole, Janice is a guy.
Jenny said: “There is only one way to find out. If Janice is a guy, we’ll pass on that….let me contact Janice and try to arrange for her to come over here some night…ok?” I said: “ Sure, go ahead, but….if this Janice is a guy, you have to cook me dinner…ok?” Jenny smiled and said: “…and if she’s real…you can take us both out to dinner!”. I said: “ …sure sure….it’s a deal.”
About two weeks later Jenny knocked on my door. She was all excited and said Janice had been found and was game for a three-way, tomorrow night! I said: “Prime Rib, with baked potato and real butter.”……
Jenny thought…I’m sure this Janice is the real thing. I saw enough when I saw Janice with her dress up to her waist and I could see her dick fucking the girl. She had no balls, no straps and the girl had her fingers between Janice’s legs in her pussy, not her ass hole. I’m gonna love this, showing Ron up. He’s really calling me stupid, and that I’m a fool. What will he say when he sees for himself? Mr. Smart Ron will have no choice but to admit he was WRONG. That will kill his little ego….but to bad. When I talked to Janice on the phone, she ask me to ‘go along’ with her little plan for Ron. She outlined it to me.
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Janice lay in bed that night stroking her dick and fingering her pussy thinking….
I’ve met up with a ‘Ron’ type before. They always get embarrassed. The cool ones back down and then want to play with me. I love 3 ways. I know what pleases a girl and a guy. After all I am a girl, only I been born with a dick too. I can cum with all the feeling of a guy, and I shoot cum like a guy. I have balls that make cum, but they are inside me, and I can climax with my pussy. I have sexual desires for both sexes. I really have the best of both worlds sexually.
I have a ‘special’ thing I do for guys like Ron, then I may…or may not…. let him fuck me….depends on him. I’m getting in the mood for some good pussy and good dick tomorrow night. Ron and Jenny both sounded hot to me, but his Ron was going to be the fun part.
I arrived and Jenny welcomed me in. Ron sat on one end the couch, not impressed. I had dressed very feminine. White fake fur jacket, tight black dress, pearls around my neck and earrings to match. My black hair was done up, plenty of makeup and very high heels. I dressed like a T-girl on purpose. I sat next to Ron in the middle, Jenny sat next to me. I had on tons of cheap perfume. He just sat there with doubt written all over him. I held out my hand real dainty and said in a low voice: “Hi…I’m Janice.” He took my hand to shake it, but looked it over real good, looking for masculine signs. He found none.
Ron thought …well, this guy has girls hands for sure, but we’ll see if he has a real pussy tonight. Keep the drinks coming, Jenny and let’s get this guy to loosen up so we can get him undressed.
Janice thought… I kept smiling as Jenny and she kept the drinks coming. I stood up and slowly started taking my fur jacked off. Jenny stood up to, she helped me off with it. I kissed her slow and with my hand drifting over her tits, all in view for Ron to see. She carefully ran her hand over where my dick should be, but not showing any bulge. I had on tight panties to hide it from showing. I held out my hand to Ron and said again in a low voice: “Let’s do a slow dance Ron honey.” He just sat there for a minute. Jenny said: “Come on Ron, dance with the lady.” He finally stood up and I quick held my self close to him. I could feel no boner from him at all.
Ron thought… this has to be a trick on me, this is a girl. She looks like a girl, smells like a girl but now….she feels like a girl. Anyone can be fooled but where is the dick …if….she has a real one. Jenny turn down the living room lights. Ron was starting to respond a little. I pushed my tits into him and put my cheek to his. I had no facial hair growth. I felt his heart speed up. I reached up and lowered the zipper on the front of my dress. This dress I picked out zipped up all way from top to bottom.
I lowered the zipper to just below my tits. I had no bra on and my medium size tits are real, no boob job. He got the hint and soon I felt his hand slip in. He slowly felt all around carefully. He felt my nipples all erect. I lowered the zipper down some more. He felt my tummy and the top of my panties. That was Jenny signal to come over. She said: “Looks like you two are having a good time, my I cut in?”
Ron was all ready to reach for my dick. He was not sure I had one and Jenny interrupted it all.
Now the kicker.
Instead of dancing with Ron…..Jenny started dancing with me. Ron stood for a minute and then sat down. Jenny and I danced so close with our hands feeling us up. She unzipped my dress further and slipped her hand inside my tight panties, and inched them down past my dick.
She started getting all hot as her trembling fingers felt my now hard protruding dick. She stroked it as it stuck between her shorts. She had never before felt a hermie and it was turning her on. Ron still couldn’t see my dick. He moved over on the couch, but we kept turning so he saw nothing.
Finally he’d had enough and came up to us and said: “A-hum, may I cut in???” Jenny and I kissed a tongue filled kiss and she smiled and stepped back. Ron’s eyes bugged out staring at my dick sticking out. I pulled him to me as my dick went between his legs. His hand went immediately to my dick. He felt every inch of it. He felt for straps, or any other tricks. His hand went lower to my wet pussy. Again he felt it completely. Both all real.
I liked the way he felt me. Gentle and sensuous. He removed his hand and held me close. He felt good in my arms. I liked the excitement he was experiencing. He finally whispered: (“…you’re the most amazing person I ever been with. I want to be with you.”) I whispered back: (“…I’m very attracted to you…but I’m also attracted to Jenny. If you two can handle that, I picture us having sex that will blow our minds.”) Ron called Jenny over. I explained to them I’d had a lot of girls who liked me and the bi girls wanted to be with me the most. I wasn’t into gay guys or regular lesbians. I wanted a couple who I could be with the woman and the guy, to satisfy me. Maybe this was it. There was only one way to find out.
I went to the bathroom as Ron and Jenny had a little private talk. When I came out Jenny said: “Janice, I think your the most special person I’ve ever met. Ron and I want to be with you.”
That said, they both started kissing me at once. My heart jumped. This was a first for me. Both a guy and girl making me hot. I knew now this was going to be a very special sexual adventure. We all stood there. I felt Jenny’s nice tits and Ron’s boner. They began to take turns tongue kissing me and feeling my tits, dick and pussy.
Jenny thought….
I’ve never been fucked by a girl, I can hardly wait. I can feel her tits and every thing while we fuck. I’ve never seen Ron so excited, he’s already got her dress unzipped and is fingering her pussy. I wonder how he feels about touching her dick and maybe stroking it, or even jacking her off. This should be interesting.
Ron’s mind was full of thoughts…
Damn Janice has made me so hot. I’m sure glad I turned out to be wrong…she’s got me on fire with that dick of hers and a pussy too. I’ll stroke her and jack her off and maybe more. I still prefer women but this is not a choice when a girl has both, it’s just more fun have sex with. There are so many things I want to do with her and Jenny. She gotta be with Jenny and I, we’ll give her what she’s been looking for…..
Janice’s head was buzzing with thoughts….
They’re treating me like a queen or sex goddess. I’ve never been treated this way. Jenny even held my drink up to my lips to let me sip it. Ron is undressing me, he won’t let me do a thing. I’m dizzy with all this attention and treatment. Oh my god, he’s carrying me into the bedroom. Wow…. his big strong arms are so warm on my naked skin. My dick is rock hard and my pussy is so wet….wait…he’s taking me into the bathroom? Jenny is running the bath water. Oh my god, their going to give me a bath. Jenny is putting in ….bubbles? Ron said her shower is being fixed so it’s bath time for me. Oh god…that warm water feels so good. I can get all this make up off my face. They’re both washing me…I so dizzy, I might pass out.
Four hands washing me with kisses and feels all the way. Ron’s even jacking me as he washes my dick. I can’t hardly take this…..
I’ve lived in fear of being called a freak, the fear of teasing and being called a ’weirdo’, not being treated special like this. I grew up pretty normal to outsiders, but I liked seeing a bulge in a guys pants and the tits on a girl both. I wanted to fuck a girl and have a guy fuck me too.
I was 18 when I got my first sex. She was a bi girl who I became friends with. She walked in on me standing up taking a piss. Of course she stared and ask if it was real. She had me exposed now, so we went in her bedroom and I lifted my skirt and showed her all of me. She begged me to let her touch my dick. She got really hot and dropped to her knees and stroked me. I felt wonderful to have her jacking me for the first time. She didn’t ask, she just started sucking on my dick.
My very first blow job….ooooh…yes, that feels so good. We got naked and in her bed. I got to lick my first pussy….I loved it. We lay there 69 as she started fingering my pussy. I now had both sex parts of me going crazy. She really knew how to finger me good. I felt an orgasm building big, plus….she sucked and jacked me to where I had to cum. I sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy’s G spot. We just about came together. She bucked her pussy as I shot my first blowjob cum in her mouth. My pussy orgasmed like never before. I got dizzy and felt faint with the pleasure, as it felt so damn good.
My whole body shook and squirmed out of my control. I moaned loud for the first time. Her pussy was bucking on my lips and dripping wet on my fingers. We tried to keep it going, but we were both exhausted in a euphoria world. We rested a long while, but I wanted to fuck her with my dick, and she wanted it too. We played with each other until we turned and I put my dick in her warm pussy. I felt her sweet tits as I started pumping her. She reached under me and in went her fingers in my pussy, with her thumb on my clit. We tongue kissed as it built up to us both moaning at what was coming.
My dick had never been in a pussy before and I was feeling out of the world. She knew just how to work my pussy and clit and she and I climaxed together along with me shooting a beautiful load in her. We lost it in the moans and squirms. We both shook and trembled gasping for air. I remember the feeling going on and on and then I guess I passed out. My first double cums were almost to much for my mind…….
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…back to the present…
Jenny is washing my face and all around. She loves to get my tits all slick with the soap and play with them. I feel like I’m their ’special’ adult toy.
Ron’s fingers in my pussy are making me so hot.
It was a long wonderful bath, the best of my life. I was very relaxed as Ron lifted me and stood me up. They started drying me off. I kissed them both….I just felt so good. They kept kissing me and feeling my body. Ron picked me up again as he took me into Jenny’s bedroom this time. I said: “Oh…let me undress you both.” Ron set me down standing by the bed. Now it was my turn to play with them. I loved undressing a guy or a girl slowly.
I stood them side by side as I alternated taking off their clothes slowly, piece by piece. I felt them as I went. Jenny had some nice tits, and I unhooked her bra and slowly felt them. Ooooo she had big nipples….back to Ron. He had a great build, I kissed his chest as I unzipped his pants. I dropped his pants to the floor. Now he had a boner, and a big one. I inched his boxers down over it. Wow, was it ever hard. I rubbed my dick on his, causing him to jump a little. Of course, since he’d never done that before. We felt each others dicks and began some slow stroking.
Back to Jenny. I slipped my hand inside her little thong, and my fingers found a very wet pussy. Just the way I like them. I was stroking Ron while fingering Jenny. This was my kind of heaven.
(continued in part II)
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What I thought was a normal physical at the doctor’s turned to be so much more
I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!
Authors note: a comment in my rewritten chapter 2 informed me that the father was extremely creepy in the rewrite. That was my intention I want to give the reader the feeling of unease when his parts come up as he is meant to be a dark character with hidden ambitions. The comment also said that the sister never confessed but she did she confessed in chapter 1 which has had no changes at all to it chapter one is still the same. As usual this story contains themes that some may not like such as young, incest, mind control, and possibly bestiality down the road somewhere. I mentioned in the previous chapter that for that one and this one there would be no sex so I can develop my characters and the story more I would like to inform you that there will be a sex scene contained within this chapter but it will be near or at the end. thank you and enjoy. P.S. While I was writing this someone asked if I was from Alabama because they know somebody who could help with grammar and editing. I just wanted to let you know I do not live in Alabama but thank you for the offer.
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“The strongest race? Is that a racist joke or something?”
“oh my god please tell me your not serious. God dammit I didn’t know you knew nothing! if I knew that I wouldn’t have taken this shitty job. OK so how much do you know?” she said while placing her head into her palms and sighing.
“know about what?”
“you! Ya retard how much do you know of your situation?”
I sat there for a second just drowning out the insults she kept throwing my way and said “umm I know I’m something called a creator and that there are guys looking for me.” she sighed even heavier at this.
“Are you fuckin serious kid is that really all you really know?”
“ I told you that’s all I know!” I said with a hint of annoyance “is there something else I should know or something?”
“Yeah a whole lotta something else but seriously this is one of the shittiest requests I’ve gotten in a long time hold on a sec let me read over the whole spiel they want you to say if someone coming into magic doesn’t know.”
she pops a piece of paper out from nowhere. “alright lets see … here we go” she clears her throat loudly before reading it aloud. “to the new user of magic presented to us today we the council would like to congratulate you on being able to attain your magic powers, your eyes will be opened to a whole new world before you, things that were believed to be myths and legends are in fact real; monsters such a vampires, demons, sirens, succubus, werewolf’s, chupacabra’s, witches and wizards such as yourselves, centaurs and cyclops and many more. This may be a shock to you, you most likely don’t even believe me but it is indeed true. Us and the many other races have battled for many centuries. The battle which still rages to this very day, and as of this day you are now allied with the magic alliance we look forward to your work with us. Bine aÈ›i venit în lumea nouă.
“of course that’s only if you were a wizard and not a creator so no worries about joining our alliance” she said sounding more like she was reassuring herself and not me.
I stood there dumbfounded she expected me to believe that creature of myth exist and roam around today. “What normal person would believe this?” I thought to myself but then again after all that’s happened recently it wouldn’t be passed me to believe that it was true either.
“Ok so what if all this is true huh what then? How are you supposed to train me when were not the same race?”
“ I was just about to get to that part the creators are a special case when it comes to training a creator. To be honest I wouldn’t even call you a creator I would call you a created.”
“why created” I asked honestly curious.
“well the creators is a race that can master any races ability once taught it so technically the creators don’t have there own powers they just take everybody else’s powers. meaning that their powers are “created” from everything else.”
“so wait does that mean that the training I’ll be getting from you will be training to learn magic?”
“hey look you’re actually keeping along you have more brain cells than I gave you credit for, but my training is technically only 1/10 of your training.”
“1/10! why only 1/10 and why?”
“ I don’t even know why I’m being asked to train you it doesn’t really make any sense to train a loser like you anyways, but as to why 1/10 its because I’m not the only race that’s going to teach you your gonna learn from the big ten races”
“the big ten races? Which ones are they?”
“well the races in the big ten would be the: witches and wizards, werewolf’s, Succubi, Elves, centaurs, Vampires, Phoenix’s, hydra, dragons, and the nephilim. Just to inform you so I don’t deal with another freakout. All of these creatures assume there human forms. some of these myths aren’t even true such as the succubus for instance. It’s said the succubus race is made of all females which isn’t true at all. some iterations will tell you the male counterpart is called an incubus not true either The succubus is a race not a gender. It also says succubi suck the life out of men they make love to not true they can but only if they choose to. One true thing would happen to be a succubi kiss, when a succubus kisses someone the person they kiss becomes there slave and will do anything they’re asked of.”
“Ok thank you? Whats with the sudden class about succubi though?”
“well it wasn’t really for you I’d say more for your eavesdropping guest over there. Come on out I know your there.” she yelled towards the kitchen.
“wait what there’s a succubus here!” I did a quick 180 and what I saw surprised me.
I saw ms. Cox slowly come around the corner between the kitchen and the living room and she stood there not saying a word.
“Ms. Cox? Shes not a succubus shes been my nurse for years” I said while turning around “right Ms. Cox?”
she didn’t say anything.
“Debra? Your not a succubus right?”
“go on tell him” the girl said.
“Alex she’s telling the truth I’m a succubus” she said with her head hanging down.
This confession hit me hard. She was the nurse who always took care of me when I was a kid she was the kind nurse that told me I was her favorite. She was the nurse I had slept with the day before. Then I realized.
“yesterday when we had sex is this the reason I couldn’t kiss you?” she nodded her head but still kept her head down as well.
“I didn’t want to control you. I like you just they way you are I don’t want to change who you are, but that’s not all Alex what you’ve been calling me isn’t even my real name my real name is willow, succubi don’t have last names our race deems it unnecessary so we have to make a name up to survive in the real world. I’m sorry I lied to you Alex I’m so so sorry” she said as she started sobbing.
The name I thought was funny didn’t even exist, but even as I was angry and confused at her I just couldn’t stand to watch her cry. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her in a tight comforting hug. I didn’t say a word as she wept into my shirt soaking the fabric. When she finally calmed down and looked up into my eyes she just said.
“I’m sorry please don’t be angry with me”
“perfect you can train him first” the redhead said from across the room.
In unison Debra or should I say Willow and me both went “What?!”
“yeah you should train him first the records on the creators always said that learning the succubi powers were always the easiest race to learn so it makes sense doesn’t it”
“b-but I don’t even know how to show him my powers”.
“oh that’s easy the records simply say that they kissed to exchange there powers”
“b-but I cant I’d control him if I did”
“would you just shut up and kiss! Seriously trust me”
still in the hug I looked down at her in my arms and gave her a smile as I said “ don’t worry I’ll be fine you can trust me right?”
“y-yes but its my…” she started turning bright red.
“you don’t mean to tell me this is your first ever kiss do you!?” I studdered
“yes” she said in a quite almost mousy voice.
I placed my finger underneath her chin and lifted her face up to mine and slowly tilted and leaned my head towards hers as I pursed my lips, as willow reciprocated almost every action of mine until I felt her soft delicate virgin lips on mine.
Then there was this sudden flash of light in our heads as if fireworks just blew up right in front of us. The flash was gone almost as soon as it came. Our lips still pressed together she started to melt into my arms from just this innocent simple kiss. We pulled away as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“that was wonderful does that happen every time?” she asked with a big grin.
“well most of it the big flash there normally doesn’t happen” I chuckled lightly
“so try him out see if it work of if he’s yours to command”
“ummm … kiss my hand” she said while holding out her palm.
I stood still for a second then yelled “yes mistress!” then began to kiss all up and down her hand. The look on the two girls face was to say priceless they looked absolutely horrified. I started to laugh out loud really hard”.
Willows look of horror quickly turned to relief. “you little bastard! You don’t know how worried I was dammit I thought I actually did” the red headed girl was still on the couch but laughing along with me.
“hahaha I’m sorry I just couldn’t resist it was to good to pass by” she punched me lightly but began to laugh as well. As soon as we all calmed down from our laughter I turned to the read head and said.
“you know I still haven’t learned your name yet”
“oh my name my name is melody, melody Stevens ” she said with a matter o’fact grin.
Just then my sister comes down the hall and walks into the room rubbing her still sleepy eyes. “whats going on why are you so loud this early?” Alex looked at the clock and was surprised it was only 8:45 in the morning.
Melody leaned into my ear and whispered “why don’t you try your powers out on her you don’t have to even kiss her to do what you say just give her a slight mental nudge”
I thought about and just said “aw why the hell not” I concentrated on Anna for a moment and sent the thought “your still very tired you didn’t see anything go back to sleep” sending it almost felt as second nature to him as moving his right arm.
Anna blinked a few times then turned around and walked back down the hall to her bedroom her door shutting letting us know we could continue our conversation.
Willow turned to look at me with shock on her face.
“what? Did I do something wrong?”
“No that”s exactly it you did nothing wrong you did it perfectly. It takes succubi years before they can send SMALL mental nudges to people, but you commanded somebody to forget and to go to sleep. You don’t understand how amazing that is. You could probably make anybody do anything for you without ever having to kiss!”
then a thought struck me “wait you said anybody a succubi kisses becomes there slave does that mean I cant kiss anybody because of this unless I want a slave”
“no no that’s not it at all remember when I said that creators mastered the abilities they copy, well you still have to train no matter what but creators become much stronger in a quicker amount of time compared to other races, but with the succubi kiss there’s no training needed cause its all mental”
I sighed in relief after hearing this news and suddenly got very happy at the prospect of the powers I just attained.
“uh oh I know that look said Willow he wants to go try it out”
“huh I see not also a retard but a pervert as well yep should’ve expected this much” she sighed “well have fun when you go out there. Its like a whole new world to you with those powers you have now” she chuckled. Her laugh was definitely suspicious but I ignored it as I headed out my front door to the drive way. I had just been given a free pass to go and I wasn’t gonna shun it.
“oh hello Alex” I heard as I walked out I recognized the voice as old Mrs. Adams next door she was a sweet old lady always handed out cookies to the neighbor hood kids. As I looked over to wave to her I froze and swear my balls went back inside to hide as I had the loudest scream ever.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!” I screamed as I ran back inside and slammed the door shut behind me. What I saw was not old Mrs. Adams but more like a giant snake with arms wearing an old apron.
When I calmed down the girls were both on the floor laughing there ass’s off “hahahahaha that was the best oh my god! I’m crying, I’m literally crying” she said as she fanned her face with her hands.
“what the fuck was that thing” I yelled not really in the mood for laughter as they continued rolling on the floor.
melody calmed down and wiped away a few tears from her eyes as she spoke “ remember the piece of paper informing you of the world you remember the words at the end? No? Well let me read e’m again “Bine aÈ›i venit în lumea nouă” it means welcome to the new world in Romanian its a spell that grants new people there eyes to see the world as it truly is showing you what some people really look like. Now shouldn’t you go out there and apologize to your confused neighbor?”
I stood there for a minute letting that sink in “there’s a lot I’m gonna need to get used to and shes right I should apologize.” I thought to myself. I walked back out the front door and saw Mrs. Adams or giant snake version standing there with what I assumed was a confused look on her face.
“Alex are you alright son” she asked worried but all I saw was her forked snake tongue come out every time she spoke.
“um yeah I’m fine I’m sorry for that. How do I explain it I guess you could say I got my eyes today”
“Oh! Alex I didn’t know you were a creature how exciting now tell me what race are you!?” she asked with an excited tone in her voice as her tongue flicked in and out faster.
“I’m a creator” I said nervously
“Oooooh a creator now that is a rare breed I think the last time I saw your kind was I think about 600 years ago”
“600 years how old are you!?” I asked in shock
“oh Alex didn’t anyone ever tell you to never ask a girl that” she chuckled “but I’ll give you a hint I’m still under a thousand still a child really.”
“a child I wouldn’t say that” I thought. “well it was nice talking with you Mrs. Adams I said as I walked over to the car waving good by as I left.
I drove north to the mall it took me almost an hour to find a parking spot but I didn’t really care because that just meant more people to try my new power out on.
I walked into the crowed mall making my way to the food court to look for people to try out on. On my way to there I noticed there were a lot of different species of creature roaming around still surprising me still not used to monsters in my previously human world but then I thought I’m not exactly human either am I? It was a weird thought that I wasn’t human it didn’t really affect my like I thought it might
I still felt human, and as any sappy movie will tell you your heart will tell you the answer and I was told I was human albeit a much stronger human.
I finally found an empty table in the middle of the food court and sat down at it scoping out the area not knowing the full extent of my powers or what I could really do with them this could be seen as a good field test. I saw a table in the center of the food court containing three girls sitting at it none to fairly amazing but none bad looking either. I began to think I could use this distance at our tables to test out how far my power would go before stopping “ I reached out a simple command first I made the one on the right of the table scratch her nose. I waited a second and there it was she was scratching her nose but it could just be a coincidence I thought. I sent out a another command to her to make her scratch her stomach, right shoulder, and nose again then flash me the piece sign and boom there it happened again she did all in the exact sequence and flashed the piece sign as well. I was giddy with excitement the table couldn’t have been more than 50 yards away so I know I’m at least ok at this distance. For some fun later I sent all three kind of a mental note with my address on it for them to come over when they need a good fuck I also conditioned them to think It was acceptable to come to my house a complete stranger to them.
I got up from the table and knew where my next location would be I was heading over to hot topic. See my best friend named Kara worked there and I’ve always had the hots for her. So I wanted to see if maybe I could start something with her with this ability of mine.
I walked into the store and running the register was just a small fox with a bunch of tales sleeping lazily on the counter I ignored the fox just figuring it was another creature in this new world. I looked around the store but didn’t see a sign of her anyways so I thought maybe I should ask the fox maybe it knows if shes working today. I walked back up to the counter and shook the fox slightly trying to wake it from its slumber. Then suddenly out of its sleep it sprung to life.
“I swear boss I didn’t fall asleep on the counter again I was only resting my eyes for a second!!” the voice sounded familiar but I just couldn’t point it out. The tiny fox looked around then looked at me and said “oh its only you I thought it was my boss phew”
“yeah well have you seen Kara today is she working?”
the fox looked at me for a second and said “Alex are you ok you feeling alright? I’m sitting right here”
“What? What do you mean?”
“wait a second Alex your eyes!! your a creature too oh my god why didn’t you tell me!?!!” the fox said in a happily excited manner.
“wait? Kara?” I said looking down at the small wolf. Now I know why the voice was familiar that voice was Kara’s!
“yup in the fur” she said giving a little twirl.
A little shocked that the girl I like was now a tiny fox although a cute fox. “umm sorry I just got my eyes so I didn’t recognize you” I said shaking my head.
“oooohhh so your new to this world huh? Must be quite a shock I can imagine. But you know you can turn them off right?”
“wait what I can?”
“of course there’s a reason creatures dress as humans you know. Here I’ll show you how this time on the house.” she taught me how to change my eyes back which wasn’t as hard as I thought It would be. I blinked a few times and smiled. Now in front of my eyes was the cute short haired brunette with pink stripes on some of the bangs. that I remember she wore and torn up kiss t-shirt you know the one that’s all black and has the lips and tongue on the back and short cutoff denim jeans.
“hey hey now don’t stare to long you’ll make a girl have a complex or something” she said while blushing. I started to blush as well from being caught. She leaned over the counter and asked.
“so what race are you?” I chuckled a bit at this since this isn’t the first time I’ve been asked that question.
“I’m a creator” I said matter o’factly.
“funny but no seriously what are you vampire, werewolf, wizard?”
“no seriously I’m a creator no joking”
“wow seriously that’s some cool shit, The creators are a rare occurrence nowadays. Your bloodlines on its last ropes I bet.”
“well I’m not really sure about that’ I said to her and truthfully I didn’t, I didn’t know much about anything but I know even less about the creators.
“well hey I’m about to go on break wanna join me?”
“sure” I said happy that she asked me to come along “this is kinda like a date you know without all the fun stuff”. I thought to myself.
We went back to the food court and had conversations about nothing really important just enjoying each others company. “ I guess I was wrong” I thought “ this is fun”.
“so what races powers do you have” she asked me out of nowhere while I was drinking my soda causing me to accidentally spray fanta all over her.
“oh shit! I’m so sorry her ill go get you some paper towels” I said as I ran over to get them but she stopped me and grabbed my arm.
“no its ok no worries really but I … really need you to come with me” she said her cheeks turning flush
“is she getting horny I thought to myself impossible what girl gets horny when a guy practically spits on her in front of a bunch of people” I thought to myself as we rushed back to hot topic.
When we got back she took me to the back and shoved me into one of the changing room and came in with me.
“ugh I need these clothes off help me please” she looked into my eyes pleading.
I was curious but I was never one to deny a girl her request damn my horny nature. I started striping off her pants while she ripped off her shirt and bra in one fell swoop then she looked at me and said “ all of it I need all of it off even the panties”.
I was getting hard quick as I crouched down to pull off her panties but by the look in her eyes she wanted them off now so I ripped her panties off of her right there and when I did so she let out a low quiet moan.
“what are you doing take off your pants!” she yelled while fumbling with my belt when she finally got it undone she grabbed the hem of my pants and pulled everything off immediately. She stared at my hard-on before moaning into my ear.
“I need this beast in me now!” she turned around and presented her ass to me hands and face against the wall in front of her. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust hard into her as she let out a low guttural moan as I kept pounding into her wet soft pussy, Her breathing getting more ragged and she turned her head back and we started kissing passionately while she moaned into our mouths our tongues wrestling each other for dominance neither one giving up exploring every corner of our mouths as I pounded into her hard and fast soliciting a long moan each time I bottomed out in her.
“oh god I’m cumming” she yelled through our kiss.
I pounded into her faster and faster thrusting my monster deeper into her awaiting cavity.
“oh god here it comes!!” she moaned as her whole body tensed up her pussy squeezed around my shaft with incredible pressure. I moaned as well as I felt my oncoming orgasm and at the last second I pulled out and she fell to her knees as I came all over her face and tits. When it was all done and over with I leaned on the wall behind me and slid down.
“oh man that was amazing I haven’t had a good fuck like that in a while and I think I found out what powers you got right now too”
“oh really care to enlighten us oh mystical one” I said as a joke
“well its easy you got succubus powers”
I’m actually surprised she got it right “how did you know?”
“easy when you spit on me it made me extremely horny only one aphrodisiac is that strong and that’s succubus spit”
oh now it all makes sense “so does this mean it was a one time thing?”
“God I hope not!” we both laughed at this “but seriously I really hope not.”
“so what does that make us then?” I asked genuinely interested.
“lets just say for now fuck buddies but play your cards right and you might just get the whole shebang” she said with a wink.
Afterwords we both got dressed and even shared in a nice innocent kiss (we didn’t want to use tongue cause of the whole succubus spit thing.) and we parted ways until next time I gotta say I left that mall the happiest I’ve ever been.
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With this chapter our story comes to an end, at least for now. My writing partner for this series, lamignonne, has entered a very busy period in her life and won’t have time to write in the foreseeable future. I will, however, post some of my solo stories occasionally, and you can also purchase my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel here: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/a43330/Zen-Mackie/? Thanks to all the readers who left their comments about this series – feel free to get in touch. –Zen
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