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Bloody Kisses

people dressed in mourning colors stood around a decrepit being in a box as they lowered it to hell. buried it in dirt and buried the loss from their minds. most faces showed dismay. sum showed just puzzlement. two others showed impatience.
the few who were puzzled wondered who the impatient ones were, and what connection they had with the deceased but more so why they show such emotion. the two had no connection, had no sadness. and were dressed in black simply beacuse thats how they dressed.
as the last of the dirt was covered and the ppl became sparse. only the two remained. relieved by their now aloneness the passionatly embraced and headed twoard their destination. picking up shovels along the way hidden earlier. they went to a fresh grave and got two shovels in before a downpoar began.
“u guys?” a sultry female voice called “hurry up its fillin up down here”
the seductive melody was coming from a pipe in the ground hiddin away from the grave
as the two dug the man couldnt help sneaking an ocasional kiss from the goddess illuminated in moonlight. her wet black hair flat against her face
the voice grew impatient as the couple finished their dig revealing a homeade coffin. they hauled it out prying the top off and revealing a busty brunette laying there with not a shred of clothing or material exept a burnt down candle that lost its flame long ago and a small ibony dagger fixed with a metal skull. its garnet gemed eyes gleemed like the blood washing off the tip from the rain
“shit, you guys took long enough. thought ud leave me down there”
the nude girl stood breasts swaying in the process and reveling a bloody scabbed pentegram above her left breast.
“you have no idea how hard it is to carve locked up in a coffin for a day. candle almost went out before the pentegram was finished” she glanced at her breast
the black haired woman glanced at the man
“finished? she hasnt yet begun”
and with that tackled the brunetted and mounted her
“hand me the dagger”
the man obeyed
the brunette began to squirm with worry
“what the fuck you guys! i did everything you asked.”
fear struck the girls eye as the black hair woman raised the dagger
but instead of moving it high she raised it to her mouth and licked the length of the blade
blood washed steadily from the wound on her tounge
but not much was wasted before she swept down and kissed the girl in a forced mouth kiss
pushing her tounge down herthrought and nearly drowning her with blood
she disengaged the kiss and left the girl laying there shocked and coughing
then the man assumed position over the girl and kissed her sucking the blood from her mouth
he moved down her neck leaving littly bloody splats that soon washed away on a trail to her breast
he stopped just before the left one and spit the last of the blood on then reopened pentegram
then he dragged his teeth down over her nippled tracing a scratching path to her bare cunt
he began to passionatly lap at her beautiful lips as the now naked black haired woman mounted her face
and the brunette mimiced the man
the black haired girl arched her back and grinded into the girls face. she raised her breasts to the moonlight and revealed a similar scar to the girls. although abover her was written the name moon a title given to her as her mother given name showed little of what she was.
moon slid her wet crotch down the girls body rubbing her clit on the brunettes nipples as she slid all the way down to where the mans face was still pleasuring the girl who began to convulse with shakes of pleasure
the man stood and began removin his black attire as the girls began a passionate clit rubbing kissing again the whole time
the man got on his knees and placed his raging cock at the entrance to moons mound as he waited a seconded bathing in the warmth it provided. he plunged the cock deep in her as his fingers traced a leg up the bottom girls leg inserting two into her well soaked cunt as he pumped away at moon. he slipped his cock out and placed it on the brunettes cunt and angled his cock. as he pumped the length of his cock slid against moons click forcing moans from her still bleeding mouth. the dagger appeared in her hand and she slid the hilt up her cunt lightly scrating the edge against the mans cock he began to cum with force plunging deep into the brunettes cunt. the man grabbed moons petite breasts as he arched his back and scratched her nipples making her come along with the brunette. he revealed his chest to the sky and showed a similar scar with the name wolf above it.
moon pulled the blade from her shaking snatch and carved rain into the girls chest
“we bestow you with this name”
“take it for it is who you are”
“and with us you shall fine true darkness, true pleasure, and true pain”

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The Touch

Reposted, and reformatted for easier reading. I’m goimg to try a sequel, too

Parker luck

A regular joe started doing tried to do photography for fun but then noticed the benefits of it.

I Had No Choice 3

I awoke that very early that morning in the hospital, lying uncomfortably next to my wife Rachel, still in her smock, fresh from delivering our two twin girls, Kristine and Katherine, into the world. The memories of the last day of chaos and shock all came back to me in their beauty and horror. I gazed at the seat in the room, seeing the duffle bag that my adulteress student who I’ve been giving ‘tutoring’ at her mother’s request had packed. My thoughts couldn’t stay away from the way I’d taken and defiled my marriage bed with her supple young body. I felt my boner, already hard from my dreams, just throb thinking about it again and it filled me once more with shame.
I hadn’t realized Rachel was already awake, but she laughed and reached a hand over to my groin and squeezed my morning wood. “Looks like someone is up?” Then she smiled up at me and I could literally feel her love for me. “I’m sorry I’ve not paid much attention to you these last few months. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I almost cried. “No. You’ve needed more attention than me.” The guilt of my cheating ways ripped at my heart. She just smiled and kissed me.
“I’m still really sore, down there, but this…” she indicated to an IV in her arm that I’d barely seen, “has some good stuff in it!” She chuckled then hugged me again. We hugged for a time until a nurse brought in some food for Rachel and some papers for us to sign. An hour later she had dressed and I walked while the nurse wheeled Rachel, sitting in a wheelchair due to hospital policy, came to the nursery.
We gazed in at the two little clear plastic cribs that held our girls, wrapped loosely in fluffy pink blankets. They were amazingly beautiful little wonders. We nearly cried again as we each were given one to hold as we prepared to head home. The nurses had given them formula late night, but were already hungry, and Rachel just acted naturally, and bulled her shirt up to offer them each a teat and nurse on, taking them both to her breasts. I wheeled her out to our car and after a bit of figuring out how to actually install the two car seats I’d bought last month in my car, we eventually got home.
Now we were hungry as well, so I made breakfast, which we ate in bed with the babies. The girls were ready for napping again, and we put them each in a extra large crib I’d pulled into the bedroom. It blocked up my whole side of the bed, but that didn’t matter to me in the least. Even though I knew it was going to be a rough couple of weeks without sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful little wonders.
We slept more, woken a few hours later by hungry babies, and I made lunch, and Rachel was still taking pain pills every few hours as well. The day seemed to repeat that process until that evening when the doorbell rang. As she’d promised my wife, Judy and her daughter Becky were here for dinner. We’d been so busy that I’d forgotten all about them coming over to fawn over our babies some more. Rachel was so please she nearly milked her shirt, and had to immediately get a baby latched to one of her full tits. I couldn’t help but look at Becky for an instant, realizing that even though she was young, her breasts were already bigger than my wife’s fully milk-laden ones which must have grown a cup size from the way they’d grown. My brain then gave me no choice but to imagine Becky’s breasts swollen with milk and grown even larger as well.
Realizing I was staring at Becky’s bosom for too long, I shook my head of adulterous thoughts and moved to the kitchen to cook for the party. I was cooking when I felt a hand squeeze my butt and whipped my head around, expecting to yell at Becky for touching me here, but lost my voice when I saw it was Judy instead. “Easy Tiger… Becky was right, you sure are on edge.” I couldn’t say anything, and just listened to her while I went back to cooking. “She said you were very rough yesterday.”
I looked at her trying to figure out how to apologize or explain, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “She wanted to say thank you and wished you were more forceful and took charge more often, but didn’t want to say anything here because of a promise she’d made to you. She knows you’re going to be busy for a while, and that even if it’s over between you two, she’s grateful for the time she had with you. That’s all, no strings attached.” Then she winked at me, turned and sauntered back to the living room to rejoin the baby shower.
I served dinner and actually enjoyed the meal. For once I didn’t feel like an adulterer any more, with Judy’s little talk. Becky and Judy were both pleasant and Rachel was radiantly happy. After the meal I cleaned the dishes and Rachel asked Becky to help me with so she could talk to Judy in private about ‘motherhood’ issues. She happily agreed and I washed, while she dried. It wasn’t sexual, or school related, and we both just talked about my babies non-stop. After we were done, we came back in and Rachel and Becky were whispering, but stopped as we entered, with wide grins on their faces. I guess they were talking about either me or Becky, but probably in relation to babies.
That’s when Judy said, “Well, tomorrow is still a school night for you young lady, so I think it’s time to head back home.”
“But Mom! It’s not even 8 o’clock!” Becky almost whined.
“Yes, but these two need some time alone…” She said with a knowing smile.
“Oh. Sorry. Congratulations again. Goodnight!” And smiling and skipping out, the two Whitmore girls left.
As soon as their car was out the yard I was surprised again, but this time by Rachel who, having just finished another feeding had gotten behind me and goosed my ass as well. I turned and kissed my playful wife and she looked like the cat that ate the canary as she pulled me by my hand into the bedroom.
Once there she kissed me deeply and said, “Now, you sir, deserve a reward for being the most patient and loving husband that a woman like me could want.” God she always turned me on, and after this many years really knew how to stroke my ego. I kissed her deeply and fully.
I hugged her deeply to me and after a moment broke it off with a little start as her nipples wetly pressed through her shirt and into my own shirt and chest. She laughed and said, “Sorry. I’m going to be milky for a while yet.”
I grinned and slyly said, “Good, then there will be plenty for me as well.” Then I pushed her back on the bed more roughly than I’d done in the better part of a year due to her pregnancy. She laughed and didn’t stop me from pushing up her braless shirt and gently cupping her two breasts. I massaged and gently squeezed watching them ooze a little milk. Rachel squirmed a little, but really began moaning when I lowered my head to her tit and licked up her thick creamy milk around the nipple. After it was clean I sucked in the teat and suckled, just as my daughters had, taking a nice long drink of her hot breast milk. After a few slurps I switched breasts and gave her sister the same treatment.
Rachel said with lust, “You have no idea how good that feels.” She reached down and put her hand on my groin, gripping my hardening member tightly. After a few more minutes on her tits she pushed me up and said, “It’s your turn now.” She undid my pants and adroitly pulled them free along with my underwear. She then grabbed my mostly hard cock and looked at it up close. “Did I ignore you too much?” She squeezed it making my head swell up more. “I guess so.” Then she kissed him on the head and began rubbing my base and shaft up and down.
It felt great to have my wife back after all these months of celibacy between us. And while I knew I could never tell her, she almost felt like the other woman after having taken Becky’s virginity a few weeks ago and since then been regularly fucking her brains out in our after school ‘study sessions’ her mother had set up with my wife’s permission. And only my wife didn’t know the truth.
With these crazy thoughts whizzing through my head I almost didn’t realize how much it really turned me on until Rachel said, “Wow… I think you’re bigger than I’d ever seen you. I must have really not done my proper wifely duties. Well, I’d better do what I can to fix that.” She grinned a crooked smile then did her level best to devour my cock.
Her practiced style and skills felt great compared to Becky’s inexperience but eagerness to learn. By brain had no choice but to compare the way they worked my meat, both wanting only to please me. Becky would be terrific in time, but still had to learn the fine techniques that Rachel had mastered. And Rachel would occasionally deep-throat me and get her lips almost to my base, which really turned me on, while Becky would gag with only half of my penis between her pretty lips.
I just sat back and really enjoyed the stress free feeling of my wife’s loving tongue, lips, and throat all caressing the center of my being. It wasn’t going to make me cum, as she knew I had never cum from oral sex alone. Back in college she’d lost twenty dollars betting me she could get me off with that way alone. That was also the first time I’d made love to her, and that twenty dollar bill was still in one of my sock drawers. I thought about the wild times I’d had in college exploring sex before I’d met Rachel, and though that she would be the last woman he’d ever need. And I knew that was true, even if a small part of me still instinctually desired to spread my seed in every womb I could.
After her divine oral caresses of my cock had me throbbing she looked up at me lovingly, nuzzling my hardness between her lovely bloated breasts. “I’m sorry I cannot give you more than this, but my area down there is still sore from moving two watermelons through it. I know I haven’t showed you, or talked about it, but the OBGYN said to wait 4 to 6 weeks to give it time to heal.” She looked only slightly sad as she squeezed me between those lovely breasts, still leaking a little milk into my curly fuzz. “I do have a surprise for you however…” and her grin made me shiver.
“OK, I’m game… what is it?” I asked casually.
“Me.” A female voice came from the doorway behind me. I spun my head sharply, totally not expecting anyone else in my house other than me and my wife. I was totally blown over at what I saw. Judy clad only in a sexy black teddy. Her red hair was flowing down her shoulders and the lace teddy left little to the imagination, but it lifted her giant breasts and erotically lined and shaped her body. She was in her mid-forties, but you couldn’t tell she was over thirty, or a mother of a young adult daughter for that matter, by just looking at her hot body. Totally speechless she wagged her hips and tits as she sauntered over to me and sat next to me on the bed. “Rachel asked me to come over to help reward you for being the man of her dreams.”
I looked down at her is shock, not believing my wife could have planned this. She was wild in her college days as well, and was renowned for her expert cock sucking skills, which was how we’d met in the first place, but she’d never given any indication of any willingness to expand our horizons in such a way. I know that we’d talked about it once when we dated about sexual fantasies, and like every guy a two-girl threesome is a dream come true, but she said she loved my cock in her own pussy too much to share.
“Well, since I cannot please you the way I want to, this was the only other option. And I’d been talking to Judy, and she recommended a hooker. But I couldn’t do that, I didn’t want you doing some dirty slut who might have some disease, and asked her, since she’s not got anyone, if she could help me please you.”
It all sounded so simple and proper when Rachel said it. Like that’s just the way things are. “Besides, back in my psych class I learned that a man needs release his seed,” she squeezed me hard, making me throb fiercely in her hand, “or he will stray. Now we wouldn’t want that now would we?” God’s I wanted to confess right there and then about me and Becky, and I just might have had Judy not been right there. My eyes wandered up and down her body again, and I oozed precum all over Rachel’s hands and tits.
“So he really cannot cum orally?” Judy asked Rachel while kneeling next to her on the floor.
Ignoring me completely, they talked, “Nope. Believe me, in college I lost twenty dollars trying for over an hour.”
“Really? Wow. I never had a guy how could last longer than ten minutes of blowing before he came.”
“I know! I once sucked of five cocks in an hour between classes in High School. They called me the Cum Guzzling Queen, but not Ed here. He will only cum in a pussy.”
“What about anally?”
“Well, we tried it a little, but… It feels great for the first inch, but after that it just hurts too much for me.”
I felt like I had to interject there “And I’m not into that anyway.”
“Really? Every guy I’d ever slept with just wanted to jump my ass.” Judy laughed.
“I couldn’t get into it, even though porn always plays it up, I couldn’t get the picture out of my head that it could be a guy I was fucking.” I confessed.
“I never thought about it that way, but it makes sense I suppose. Guys do seem really homophobic.” Judy reasoned. “Not like girls who are all a little bi.”
“Yea, right.” I laughed.
“No it’s true. Were jealous, conniving, vindictive, hypercritical, bitches, but every girl has at least an experimental phase to test their natural urges to bong with other women.” Judy said with a completely straight face.
I looked back at Rachel, who’d just continued to rub my cock during this intellectual discussion. Seeing me look at her made her cheeks redden with embarrassment. After a moment of silence she broke down and stopped rubbing my cock, “OK! Yes… I spent a week once in college with a girl, but we were just experimenting. We both moved on once we got boyfriends again.” I was just staring at her. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve never told you, but it was just a phase.”
“That’s not what you said last week when you begged me to lick your pussy.” Judy shot back.
There was more shocked silence, and Rachel’s cheeks burned even redder. “You… She… But… You were still pregnant though?”
“I’m sorry honey. I was too embarrassed to talk to you.” Rachel confessed in a fast blur of words. “The last month of my pregnancy, I was so horny all the time! I was masturbating like crazy, and I needed some release. I know I was the one who was always pushing for kids, and I thought you wouldn’t want to touch me since I was so ugly and bloated.”
“That’s not true! I loved you and would have done anything for you! You said you wanted to hold off on sex these last few months, for the babies’ sake.” I shot back, almost mad.
“The doctor’s said I had too, not that I didn’t want too. And you seemed to just ignore me after that…”
More silence followed until Judy piped up, “Sheesh! Look at you two! Both horny as hell, and completely in love with each other. Look, life isn’t perfect, but the only thing that matters is love. Rachel, you love Ed and want him right?” She nodded silently like a child being scolded. “And Ed, you love Rachel and want her as well?” I nodded the same as my wife had. “Well that isn’t that all that matters? There are going to be things you have no choice about how your bodies work, but as long as you both love each other, Get Over It!”
It must have looked completely ridiculous being lectured about love from a woman ten years older than us, being the only clothed individual in the room, and she was just in lingerie. “Now…” she continued looking at me, “Yes, I’ve been giving Rachel some sexual release, but now she has asked me to do the same for you. Do you love Rachel enough to accept that or should I get dressed and go?”
I was silent for a moment but said, “Rachel, I have always loved you and I need you to know that I would do anything… everything, for you.”
She smiled, looking up at me from my knees, getting a little teary eyed, “I know.” She got up and hugged me tight.
After a minute we pulled back, kissed, and she laughed. “Well, look like I’ve done a horrible job for you so far, Little Ed is unimpressed.” Looking down I saw I’d become totally unaroused, despite having two very beautiful women offering to please me. If it hadn’t happened I say it wouldn’t have been possible, but there I was, shrunken to a limp noodle.
“Well than, we’ve got some work to do then don’t we?” Judy stated flatly to Rachel and reached one hand to my groin. Rachel, wiping tears away with one hand, nodded and reached her other hand to join with Judy’s, grasping my ball sack.
Soon they were both massaging and stroking my small package with their soft and dexterous fingers. It felt great, but for some reason he refused to grow right off. “Looks like he needs a more serious kick start…” Judy said. Then with her other hand she reached behind Rachel’s head and pulled her to her own. Rachel was surprised and a little shocked when their lips met in a sapphiric kiss.
This was the first time I’d ever seen my wife do anything with another woman, and that made my small cock instantly kick-start back to life. While it was static for the first few seconds, Judy was persistent, and soon Rachel, to my utter shock and delight, relaxed and put her arms around Judy and opened her mouth to her. The moment grew, both of them getting deeper and deeper into their lesbian kiss and made out like lovers do. When they finally broke Judy turned to look back at my cock with approval. “Yup, that gets them every time.”
Rachel slowly turned again to me as well and giggled like a little girl at my hardness, “Oh, my pussy is on fire. I long to have you in there again, but I’m still to stretched and sore.” She dropped a hand down her belly and rubbed her clit slowly.
“Well, I think I can help both of you at the same time then.” Judy said while she stood up. She held a hand to Rachel and helped her up as well and led her to the open side of the bed. “Lie down,” she told her. Rachel sat onto the bed, and I could see clearly for the first time, her distended pussy and stitches that were just at the bottom of her cunt on the little flap of skin that connected to her ass. Just looking at it made my own ass hurt with sympathy pain. I hadn’t realized that was why she was still in pain.
Judy knelt onto the center of the bed and turned to my wife. She leaned over and kissed her deeply, making my cock throb again. My naked, and still puffy bellied wife, with a sexy redhead in striking black lingerie above her and between her legs, making out in front of me. Judy straightened up, pulled down her lacy black panties and threw them to the side of the bed, winking as me, then backed up and placed her face right into Rachel’s pussy.
My wife howled with pleasure like I’d never seen. “OH FUCK YEA!” For a woman who took care of preschoolers, it always struck me as funny how she had such a dirty mouth when she got really turned on during sex. I couldn’t move for the first few minutes, just aroused to watch Judy lick and flick Rachel’s clit with her sexy tongue. I reached down and stoked my cock while watching them go at it, finally getting back full strength.
Judy stopped her ministrations and looked back at me, wagging her hips and naked pussy at me, “Waiting for a written invitation?” She then went back to sucking on Rachel’s clit.
My wife then begged me, “Oh Honey! She feels so good! Please… Oh please fuck her good, OH FUCK!”
I had no choice but to join in after that. I knelt on the end of the bed, now full with female flesh and crept up behind Judy’s inviting posterior. I rand a hand up her fishnet clad legs, and along the garter straps that ran over each cheek of her ass, and up to her brazier laced back. Then I placed a hand onto her moistening honey pot. It was thick with dark curly hair, still red, but darker than her striking main of hair on her head, but it was soft to the touch.
I rubbed her clit, making her squirm and moan around my wife’s cunt, then dipped my middle finger into her vagina. It slid in easier than I thought it would for someone who hadn’t had a man for the better part of twenty years. But then I didn’t really know that much about Judy, other than her teenage daughter and how her husband had left her over a decade ago. Really that was it, but it didn’t matter that much to me right now, for she gripped and held my probing finger with such strength that I could wait to put my cock into this lovely MILF.
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick passage, wetting my head and shaft. Then I lined up and sunk deep into her in only a single stroke. I was impressed with her vaginal control, since she opened up and her cunt literally sucked in my cock. I’d never had a girl who could do that. I’ve been told that my 9 inch penis is thicker and bigger than most other guys, and I’ve always had to work it in, no matter how wet she was. Then Judy went to the grip she had before and made me yelp in surprise.
I withdrew and plunged back in, grabbing her hips and rocking slowly back and forth. Good that felt good. For a few moments I felt like I was fucking Becky again, but Judy’s wider hips, controlled vaginal muscles, and her flaming red hair gave her a distinct feeling. I rocked back and forth, enjoying her cunt immeasurably.
My wife moaned more as I fucker her clit licker. “Is it good Honey? Is she a good fuck? OH, GOD!” I could tell she was getting really close, so I rocked harder and slammed into Judy hard and fast, feeling her cunt literally trying to milk my cock. Judy did a great job keeping her head glued to Rachel’s cunt as I pounded her. Only moments later Rachel was screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m so Fucking hot! OH GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She grabbed the back of Judy’s head and her cute face scrunched in a powerful orgasm. It was so erotic and Judy’s cunt felt so good that I tried to cum with her, but Judy backed up, making me sit back, as she withdrew her face from Rachel’s pussy, making me wait, still lodged in her pussy.
Rachel’s last throws of orgasm subsided as we watched, with Judy just sitting back on my cock, only holding it tight for a few moments. Judy then asked, “Rache, is it OK if I use Ed to get me off too? I haven’t had a man since Becky father left and he feels REALLY good.” She gyrated her hips on me moaning.
Rachel smiled and knelt in front of us, “Of course Jude. Edward Honey, can you hold off long enough for Judy here to cum too?”
“Anything for you my love.” I answered, almost unable to believe the reality of that question. Judy then began to rise and fall on my lap, fucking herself on my cock. Rachel smiled and leaned forward, and I could tell from the way that Judy gasped and moaned louder that my wife was playing and licking her tits. Judy rode my cock with zeal, making me feel terrific. Soon I felt Rachel reach a hand under me between our legs. One hand frisked Judy’s clit and my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, but her other hand cupped and kneaded my balls.
I was unsure if I could last long enough, but with the added stimulation on her clit Judy’s determined riding of my cock turned more to desperation and became quicker. She was the quiet type, only moaning in between short breaths and soon groaned out as she shook with the throws of her gushing orgasm. Her cunt quivered and squirted her girl-cum all over my cock and legs. I’d done a squirter in my college days, but it really turned me on knowing that she came so hard on my cock.
She quivered and moaned for a few minutes before turning and asking me, “You sure do have some saying power! I can see why she loves you so much.” I got the feeling that she was talking about Becky and not Rachel, but didn’t give me time to respond. “Well this will get you off.” She pulled herself off my cock and had Rachel sit back on the bed, turned over and laid her head in my wife’s lap. Then she spread her long legs and into almost a split. “Now Rachel, tell him to get his ass over here and fuck me hard.”
Rachel gave me her sexy eyes and sultry voice, “Come on Honey. I know you wanna cum, and I want lick you’re spooge out of her dirty cunt.”
A heart-attack couldn’t have stopped me. I almost leaped on her and slammed my throbbing cock into Judy’s hot juicy snatch. My wife whispered dirty things in my ear as I fucked harder than I ever thought I could. “I know you tight balls need to shoot your salty load, so spray it all over her fucking pussy. That tight unused cunt feels great doesn’t it? I know it does so cum in the bitch. Show her you love it. Do it! Fill that fucking slut!”
I slammed hard and fast, nailing Judy into the bed. Between her moaning softly, and my wife’s dirty talk, I had no choice about pulling out. I came just as she said ‘slut’ with possibly the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It ripped a scream from my normally silent lungs and I burst what felt like gallons of cum so deep into Judy sucking womb that it made her scream as I thrashed inside her. My whole body contracted and shook and I drilled her full of my white gold. I would have half a breath before another contraction shook me, sending more and more of my semen into her depths. After five explosive shots of cum, I shoot softly, with only much smaller contractions still squirted out more of my drizzle.
Rachel hugged me tight while I continued to shake in Judy’s full cunt, and Judy just moaned out, “God I’ve never been so full.”
After I softened, still leaking out cum, I sat back and Rachel greedily sank her head down and gently sucked me clean. Judy, just lay back, still paralyzed from the harsh cunt beating I’d given her. When Rachel was satisfied no more of my cum was going to come out she kissed my cockhead and said, “Mmmm, she’s sure is tasty. Sit back and enjoy my love.” Then she turned about and sank her head to Judy’s cum-oozing cunt. Judy went crazy, shaking and moaning as my wife licked and sucked out as much of my sperm as she could from the cream pie I’d just given her.
After a few minutes she lifted her head and moved up to Judy’s face. I thought they were going to kiss again, but then Rachel let a long thick rope of my jism that she’d sucked out of Judy’s cunt stretch down to Judy. When that well fucked beauty saw what my wife intended, she opened her mouth wide, letting a long stream of pass from Rachel’s mouth and into Judy’s. God it was so hot that I did twitch out another glob of man-milk on my leg from my almost soft cock. When it was almost gone Rachel followed it down and kissed Judy deeply and swishing my cum around between their mouths.
After they had finished my wife eased onto her side and mirrored my own thoughts, “God it was so hot!” All she got back were breathless groans of agreement from both Judy and I. “I really love you Ed, and I never thought I could share you, but I knew you’d rip me back open if you did that to me.” She then rubbed her stitched and sore pussy gently.
“Oh, I think he did rip me open.” Judy groaned, “But damn that felt good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real man…” with that Judy excused herself to the bathroom to dress and cleanup, Rachel checked on the babies and I just laid down and feel asleep exhausted. I slept until morning when a screaming newborn woke me. I woke Rachel, who was asleep next to me. She proceeded to feed the kids and I made breakfast. As we ate and discussed last night’s events, and her discussion with Judy after I collapsed. We all really liked it and Rachel had scheduled a repeat performance at the end of the week.
God, what had I done to deserve a wife so considerate and loving? I kissed her and hugged her tight. “You know I love you more and more each day.”
“I know.” She sighed contented, “But you have to admit that was a great night last night…”
I had no choice but to agree, “Yes… Yes it was.”

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Craving That Bitch | Chapter One [Re-Edited]

This doesn’t go into much detail about the past. If you want to know more about the past, check out the preview chapter I wrote called “Characters and Places”. DISCLAIMER*** This contains strong sexual fantasies including rape, torture and much more. If this makes you sick, please turn around. If this excites you, please stay.

In the Blink of an Eye

.In the Blink of an Eye.
I sit on the bench waiting for the bus feeling alone as usual. I’m almost always surrounded by people, including friends and family, and have a deep unending feeling of being alone on this hunk of rock we call home. I’ve listened to many conversations of the possible existence of extraterrestrials, and let me tell you, they do exist, just maybe not in the shape and form that you think. When you complete this entry, you’ll believe that I am not human, many call me an animal or inhuman, but I truly believe I am an Alien Life Form, trapped on this planet, searching for a way to pass the time till, my people come for me.
Since I can remember I have laughed at what other people feel ashamed of. I do not know this emotion, what does it mean to feel ashamed. Why should I feel bad or regret anything that I have done? This is me, if as so many people say GOD creates us all in his image, surely this is how GOD is. If GOD created us with free will, why should we feel shame at any decision we make. If this is GOD’s will, then I am just a soldier, following orders. Anger, Humor, Fear, Pride, these are emotions I can relate too. So what is SHAME?
I know many of you out there feel shame and worry every single day. I do not every decision I make is the right, Did I cut that person off, Was I rude to a fellow worker, Should I have let my child go to that party, these and many more questions you so called normal people struggle with every single day. I invite you to a place of total peace and tranquility, where no thought, decision, or outcome is the wrong one.
I step on the bus, and feel pride at the fact that I appear unassuming and unhazardous. I am 5’11”, 180, I am taught and much stronger than I appear, but where baggy clothes to mask that fact. I am bi-racial and could pass for Black, Latino, Native American, Samoan, and Hawaiian, in point of fact I have been asked if I am all of these. I wear glasses, because I have found no one ever suspects violence or abnormal behavior from people who have a disability. I pass by my fellow riders, catching quick glances, on my way to the rear of the bus. No one notices me, I love the fact that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Humanity as a species, wouldn’t not have survived, if we had developed the ability of mind reading. People think all kinds of fucked up things, but never have the testicular fortitude to act or even voice their thoughts. I’m a people watcher, a useful hobby, I have perfected. The white guy with the hard hat, sitting in the front of the bus, that wrinkles his nose as if he smells something funky, as the young black kid, with sagging jeans passes by, closet racist. They woman that looks away, as the young Black or Latino mother with two kids under 6 years old, thinks to herself well fare , as the mother walks by. All these things happen in the blink of eye, maybe without even a conscious thought, but I notice everything. The young man watching a scantily dresses woman, walk to the back of the bus. He closes his eyes imagining her naked and what he would do to her given the chance.
I watch number 45 step on the bus, and pay her fare. She sports the slender yet muscular build of an athlete. Since she is petite, I picture tennis or golf. I notice her lily white skin, dark blond hair, long toned legs, arrow straight posture, designer hand bag, and shoes. She grew up in a well to do area, and probably went to private school. I see a small unobtrusive ring, near perfect necklace of white pearls, solid power color dress, and think to myself, paralegal , executive assistant, or teacher. She wears a light jacket close around her, which tells me she is not aware of her beauty, she is shy and introspective. She is not aware of every male eye watching her as she, walks to the back of the bus. She sits down and tugs at the hem of he dress anxiously, glances quickly at me and as quickly turns away. I notice a sparkle in her eye as she glances at my lap, and see the novel laying there.
“Hello”, she says after a barely discernible swallow.
“Hi,” I respond giving her a quick once over, that she doesn’t notice.
My, My, quite shy aren’t we I think to myself as I watch her.
“What are you reading,” she asks nodding towards the book laying on my lap.
“Stephen King’s Bag of Bones,” I say looking into her emerald green eyes.
“I love that book,” she says excitedly, “It’s one of my favorites.”
I’ve found something that may pull her out of her shell, I think next.
“It’s one of my favorites as well,” I reply reassessing my early evaluation of her and adding librarian to the list of professions, “I love how he turned a ghost story into a romance novel.”
“Oh, I know,” she says with a sigh, “I love how he expressed the way his character felt about his wife’s death, and how he was dealing with it.”
Definitely a bookworm, has had only a few relationships that most likely ended badly, likes book romance better than real life romance. Waiting for her Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet.
“I think he may possibly be the best writer in the world, right now.”
“There are a lot of great writers out there,” she says pushing her glasses up and giving me a quick once over, “ I don’t do this often, but I’m in a book club you may like. We meet at different people’s houses every week and discuss the book of the week, I meet so few people now a days that read, I just thought…”
This is almost to easy I think to myself, is she really that naive.
“That sounds great,” I say as she begins to fumble with her words, biting her lower lip nervously, “What book are you reading for next week?”
“We are reading another Stephen King book, The Stand,” she tilting her head down and looking away demurely, “It’s kind of long, so you might not have enough time to finish it.”
“I have read it several times,” I reply shifting in my seat so I can get a better look at her, “It is probably my all time favorite King book.”
“Well then you’ll be able to come,” she says smiling and blushing slightly.
“Here is my card,” I say pulling out a card that shows me to be a rare book collector for a well known auction house, “ Give me a call, and let me know the when and where.”
“I will,” she says gracing me with another sparkling white smile. “ We meet on Wednesday nights, at a different person’s house. The host usually provides some wine and cheese, or some other finger food, you can bring something if you like.”
“I’ll think about that,” I say smiling at her.
“Here’s my stop,” she says standing up quickly, “I’ll call you this weekend to give the address, an in flux of fresh blood is just what our little group needs. Plus it’ll be nice to have a man’s opinion on things for a change.”
This is too easy, I think to myself again as I watch her climb down the rear steps of the bus and apparently head towards a coffee shop up the street, “I could take her tonight if I really wanted to,says one side of brain. “Wait, be patient, the chase is half the fun,” says the other side if my brain.
I get off the bus one block up, from where number 45 got off. I walk towards the coffee shop, she appeared headed to and watch her walk in just before I arrive at the door. I walk up behind her and hear he order an Earl Grey, with light cream. I step up and order the same thing, and quickly step up behind her at the register.
“This one is on me,” I say to the cashier with a wink.
“Oh no, that’s ok,” forty-five says reaching into her purse, “I’ll pay for myself.”
“It’s the least I can do,” I say reaching out and gently removing her hand from her purse, “After such a nice invitation.”
“Oh, it’s you,” she says glancing back at me blushing and smiling again, “That’s ok, please I can pay…”
“No, No, I insist,” I say lifting her hand and kissing it, “ I must repay my lady for such a gracious invitation.”
“Well then sir, such a noble gesture,” she says with a small curtsey, “Shall not be denied.”
The cashier looks at us as if we are crazy and then accepts my card. After she swipes it, we walk to a a corner both at the front of the cafe, right next to the window. I bow and offer her the seat next to the window, she sits down and then nods for me to sit down. I sit and take a sip of my tea, and watch her do the same. I wait for her to speak first.
“You are quite a nice surprise,” she says sipping again, “Most people aren’t able to speak in Old English, any more.”
“I love Shakespeare,” I say taking another sip, looking at her over the cup.
“I love the way, he made the language flow,” she says closing her eyes with a sigh.
“One of my greatest finds, was a complete set of Shakespeare’s works.”
“Oh, I don’t know how you gave that up.” she says with a shudder, “ I would of kept them for myself.”
“It was a good bit out of my price range,” I say with a laugh, “I would of loved to, but I could never afford that.”
“I know what you mean, my salary barely pays my bills,” she says giggling lightly.
“You know my profession, my dear lady, might I know what you do for a living.”
“I’m a scribe, dear sir,” she replies quickly changing her answer, “I mean I am a librarian.”
“That must be an interesting job,” I say purposely starring at her to watch her blush again, “All those old tomes to pour over. You could never know, all the first editions I’ve read ,before turning them over to the auction house.”
“I can imagine,” she replies dreamily, “I love to go into the reserved section, and feel the old paper rustle beneath my fingers. What’s it like to find those rare books for others, and not be able to have one or two for yourself?”
“I have a few autographed first editions . They are mostly contemporary authors, but..” I say giving her a nonchalant wink.
“I’d love to see your collection,” she says excitedly,then blushes at her own forwardness
“I’ll bring you one next week,” I say laughing to myself knowing, I’m stealing her heart, “You can see it after we discuss The Stand.”
“The group would love that,” she says lowering her head and hiding her eyes, “They will be amazed to have some one with your expertise involved in the group.”
“Be sure and call me,” I say standing up making ready to leave, “I’m really looking forward to discussing the book with all of you.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or Sunday,” she says, “ I think the group will love you.”
“That’s good to hear. I love a heated discussion on almost any subject, it allows me to use my debate team skills,” I say picking up my cup and turning towards the entrance.
“I know what you mean,” she replies with another giggle, “I sometimes pick an opposing position, just to argue.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I say with a wink just before turning out the door, “Just by the by might I ask your name.”
“My name is Joan,” she replies, “Joan Stipkovitcz, and yours good sir?”
“Terrance” I reply taking her hand a kissing it again, “I look forward to hearing from you, Joan.”
I step out the and stand next to the window for a moment, and watch her give herself a slight hug. I know she’ll call me tomorrow if not tonight. I’ve chosen another victim in the blink of an eye. I head down the street and hail a cab. I tell the cabbie where I’m headed, then lean back in the cab and close my eyes.
So sweet and innocent I think picturing her in my mind. This shall be fun, I have her hooked already. It amazes me sometimes, how naive and trusting people are. I picture Joan laid out on the bed, trembling beneath my gentle caress, goose bumps covering her pale skin.
I arrive at my residence without realizing how much daydreaming I have been doing. I sit at the computer, doing a small amount of research on my new friend. The internet is an amazing thing, with it almost nothing is private any more, everything is at the tips of your fingers, once you know where to look. After only five minutes I have a senior picture, address, phone number, and credit rating. I knew she had no record, her family lived twenty-six hundred miles away on the other side of the country. I knew she had graduated cu-ma-sum-laude from a small liberal arts college mere blocks from her address. I knew her salary, I knew she went to Cancun last year on vacation. I knew she had a Sphinx cat from the pictures of her face book page. What more do I need to know? Her whole life is laid out in front of me.
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine, and drink it as I prepare dinner. Just as I sit down to dinner the phone rings, I let the machine answer, already knowing who it is.
“ Uh, this is Joan, I’m not sure you remember but,we met on the bus earlier today,” she says into the phone, “I was just giving you a call, to um…”
“Hello, Joan,” I say picking up the receiver, knowing that she is close to hanging up, “I was waiting for you to call, I just sat down to dinner.”
“I’m so sorry, I can call you back, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she stutters out.
“No worries, your not interrupting anything important, please tell me where we are meeting this week.”
“We are meeting at my friend Monica’s apartment this week,” Joan says quietly almost as if she is expecting me to yell at her, “I can give you directions.”
“OK then.”
“She lives over on Milan Ave. The address is 1315, apartment 4 D,I hope you will come,” she says almost pleading, “I really think you’ll enjoy it.”
“What time do you usually meet,” I ask.
“We meet around seven-thirty.”
“I’ll be there, with bells on,” I say and wait for what I know is coming next.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says shyly, “But I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner tomorrow night, I’m sure you have plans, but thought I’d give it a try.”
“Actually I’m free tomorrow night,” I say chuckling in my head, “I’d love to see you. Why don’t you come to my apartment and we can cook dinner together.”
“Oh you wouldn’t want that,” Joan replies giggling, “I’m a horrible cook.”
“I’m positive that you are not horrible at anything,” I say picturing her covering her mouth as she giggles again.
“No really, I’m not very good at cooking, I usually just order out.”
“Well then, this a situation we will have to remedy, won’t we,” I say laughing with her, “Your first lesson will commence tomorrow night at seven.”
“Well, I barely know you, but you do seem so nice,” she says dreamily, “Do you mind if I bring a friend with me, just to be safe?”
“You, can bring whatever you like, to make you more comfortable,” I say knowing this is just a bluff.
“OK, then we’ll be there at seven,” Joan says, “Can I bring anything with me?”
“Just you,your friend, and two pairs of helping hands,” I say.
“OK, see you tomorrow then Terrance,” Joan says as she hangs up the phone.
I sit back down to dinner picturing her shaking her head in disbelief, at her own nerve. I love the shy quiet ones, they are usually the best in bed. The quieter they are in life, the wilder they are in bed, as a rule of thumb, have you found this to be true? I finish dinner and drive to the supermarket to buy the items which we will be cooking. Once done there I stop and purchase a couple bottles of wine, from the private winery near by.
As I fall asleep that, I do so with a smile, thinking of the new plaything I will acquire tomorrow, and add to my collection. I fall asleep with my customary ease, having no conscience makes it easy to fall asleep. I wake up in the morning and sit down to eat breakfast, a bagel and hot tea. Then I go for a run. I love to run, and feel the wind rushing over my body, almost like I’m soaring, that’s also why I own a OCC bike. After working a good sweat with the run, I hit the weights. Lifting is a great to cool down from a run, especially since I rarely lift for bulk. High reps low weight, great for definition. I finish my daily routine with some ab work, and head to the shower.
I stroke my cock picturing my new toy, that I get to play with later. Imaging what I’m going to do with and with out her permission. I finish myself and then my shower. I sit around the house absentmindedly watching college football, and mentally preparing for tonight’s festivities. I prepare the bedroom, and my tools. I dress quickly around 6:45 putting on a nice light blue, button down shirt and a pair of ball hugging blue jeans that show my package off quite nicely. I daub my neck and wrists with Aqua Digio cologne, and I am just setting up my IPOD play list , as I hear a knock at the door. I turn on the fire place, and check myself in the mirror as I walk past it, to open the door. I see immediately I was right about her bluff, as I open the door and see her standing there all alone. She is breath taking in a pair of tight hip hugging blue jeans, and a tight white sweater, that show her perky small breasts. She is holding her copy of the Stand in one hand, and a unpretentious bottle of wine in the other.
“I know you told me not to bring anything,” she says tucking her hair behind an ear absentmindedly, “ But I hate coming to anyone’s house empty handed.”
“That’s fine,” I say taking the bottle from her and stepping aside to let her in, “I’ll it put out to breathe, why don’t you pick some music from my IPOD on the mantle there.”
“OH. Let’s see what you have,” she says loud enough for me to hear as I walk into the kitchen.
I place her bottle of wine on the counter top and then pour two glasses from the bottle I had opened earlier. I hear Nina Simone come over the speakers as I’m walking back with the wine.
“Your selection is eclectic,” Joan says as she sees me enter the room, “ I have always loved a roaring fire as well, it seems to be a living thing.”
“Here we go Joan,” I say offering her one of the glasses.
“Thank you,” she says immediately taking a sip, “MMM very good.”
“I must admit to being a bit of a wine connoisseur as well,” I say just before taking a sip.
“Well you must know your wines as well as you know your rare books, if this,” Joan says titling her glass towards me, “is any indication of your knowledge.”
“Why thank you very much,” I say watching her drain her glass, “ Would you like another glass?”
“Yes, very much,” Joan says nodding her head.
“I’ll be right back then,” I say as I watch her stifle a small burp with her hand, and then give her a wink “ Don’t go any where.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for you.” Joan says a starts to look through the IPOD again.
“Should I fuck her before or after dinner,” I ask myself walking into the kitchen. “Let her decide” says my logical voice, “She’s close to starting it now, she all nervous and jittery, I bet after she finishes that second glass of wine, she’ll be all over you.” I hear a Robert Johnson ‘ The Walkin Blues’ burst from the speakers, as I am coming through the doors. She stands at the mantle shimmying in front of the fire,
looking smooth and sensuous.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Joan says covering her mouth in a nervous laugh.
“That’s ok , I love to see people enjoying their music,” I reply handing her her second glass of wine.
“You have great taste in music, not many people our age appreciate this type of music.”
“A lot of people miss out on great things be it music, books, food, because they are afraid to try something different,” I say and then finish my wine.
“So what did you have in mind for dinner tonight,” Joan asks.
“I was thinking of making veal Parmesan, but using venison instead of veal, roasted Italian herd red potatoes, and maybe a chocolate mouse for desert, how does that sound,” I ask waiting to see if she balks at the venison.
“What is venison?”
“Venison is deer meat, very tasty and very healthy for you,” I say as she finishes her wine, “ It a lot leaner than beef or pork, and tastes exquisite, have you ever tried it?”
“ No I haven’t tried it before,” Joan answers shaking he in that cute way she has, “ I heard it has a different taste, I’m game to try it though. I totally agree with what you said about people missing out because of their fear of the unknown.”
“Well I have marinated the meat in the wine we’re drinking now, that’ll take care of the gamey flavor.”
“May I use your restroom.” she asks standing up.
“Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left,” I say gesturing my directions, “ Just meet me in the kitchen when your done.”
I walk into the kitchen as she walks towards the bathroom. I set everything we need on the counter and pour two more glasses of wine, waiting for her to come back from the bathroom. Once she arrives in the kitchen, we begin to prepare dinner, while sipping our wine. I can tell she is beginning to relax a little, since she has removed her sweater to reveal a silken sleeveless tank top. We carry on the normal first date conversation, as we fix dinner. Where did you grow up, What were your parents like, First Kiss, First Boyfriend/Girlfriend, all while a steady flow of Jazz and Blues float in from the other room.
She is starting to feel tipsy, as we adjourn to the hearth to eat our meal, and has barely touched her most recent glass of wine. We move to the more intimate questions, between bites of food, and I can see in her eyes that she is falling in love with me. Just as we are finishing our meal Apocolyptica’s Unforgiven come through the speakers.
“That is one of the most soulful songs, I’ve ever heard,” she say standing up shakily and starting to dance slowly again.
I stand up and bow, then take her hand as we slowly move around the living room carefully avoiding the china, strewn in front of the fire place. I can feel her melt in my as my arms encompass her, she hugs herself to tightly to me, with her head settling perfectly on my shoulder. She looks into my eyes as the song ends and we stand there in a warm embrace, I see a few tears plunge to her cheek from her lower lashes.
“What’s wrong,” I ask tightening my grip slightly.
“Oh I’m sorry, it just the wine and the song, it’s just me being silly,” she says pulling away slightly.
“Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” I say lightly stroking the back of her head.
“You make me feel safe and warm and, and,…..,” she mumbles before planting a deep kiss on me.
I’m not surprised, but am a little taken aback by the ferocity of her kiss. It seems to last for ever as we both break apart at the same, panting to catch our breathe. She looks at me and then we dive back in for another kiss. As we break apart this time, Nina Simone’s ‘Feelin Good’ comes on . We begin to dance again, slowly more like sex with our cloths on.
“Take me, I’m yours,do what you want,” she whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe.
I scoop her into my arms, letting her feel my strength, and carry her to the bedroom, as she nibbles on my ear lobe and down my neck. I lay her down on the bed, and then join her. We stroke each others face and hair as we lay in the bed kissing. Our tongues and fingers commence searching at the same time. We rub each other tenderly at first, and then her fingers fumble at the buttons on my shirt. Joan slides her hands inside the shirt and lightly rakes her nails along my sides making me tingle. I grab her wrist and pull her hand away, then slide my hands under her shirt finding her small perfectly formed breasts, and feeling her nipples come to life as I rub them lightly with my finger tips. She moans very quietly her breath tickling my ear, that she has resumed munching on. I tug her shirt over her head as she lifts her arms over her head slips out , and slides her mouth to my chest, gently kiss me all over my chiseled upper torso.
“I no idea you were so well defined,” Joan says between pecks.
“I like to stay in shape,” I respond as I fumble with her jeans.
“So toned yet sensitive,” Joan says running her hands up and down my side again watching me shudder.
I get her jeans open and slide them off, as her hands reach out to my jeans top and she starts to work my zipper. I can feel my self bulging against the zipper, knowing she’ll be pleased once she gets my pants off. She pulls my jeans off just as I find her pulsing clitoris, Joan moans as she struggles to get my jeans off. My jeans slide off as I begin work her clit in a circle, first slowly and gently then picking up speed and strength as I go along. She grabs my shaft, stroking it gently between both of her palms, as she bucks and writhes under my touch. She rubs faster and then grabs my face and pulls into a kiss, her tongue searching desperately for mine. I gently run my finger down and back to open her slit, stopping back at the clit, and working it, until I think she is ready too cum and the going back to working her labias. She slides under around so we are in a sixty-nine position, and begins to lick my head and shaft. I stick my face into her crotch and feel the goose bumps breakout on her back and buttocks as I pull myself into her, a begin to lick her lips and clitoris.
Don’t stop, Don’t stop,” she says between licks then muffles a moan by swallowing half my cock in one gulp.
I plunge two fingers into her soft pink opening. She tightens her grip on me moving up and down quickly as if she is trying to inhale the entire length. I know I’ve found her G-spot when she starts humming with me in her mouth. I roughly rub her perfect spot, while sucking and gently gnawing her clit. She pulls me out of her mouth, gives the head one last suck and then I can feel her muscles spasm around my fingers inside her.
“Yes, Yes, Oh GOD YES,” she yells out as I feel her cum all over my fingers.
She immediately spins on the bed, pulls my fingers from inside her and sticks them in her mouth. I stand up and grab her legs and pull her pussy back to my face and stick my tongue into her still convulsing vagina. She taste exquisite, she pulls my face into her with two handfuls of hair and begins to grind her hips against me. She rubs her clit while I probe her with my tongue, and feel her cum again, as I watch her nearly do a head stand on the bed, arching her back. As I pull away she sits up quickly, and kisses me again and we share her juices. She wraps her legs around my waist as we hug and kiss, and then twist some how so that we land on the bed with her on top of me.
“My turn,” she says then pinches my nipples.
I open my mouth in an O of surprise as she begins to rub her dripping pussy up and down my length, getting me back to my peak size. I feel her reach down and place me inside here and shift immediately up and the slide back down. As she slides back up she grips me, like a tight fitting glove, and then impales herself on my cock. I feel that little hit on the tip of my cock, as I hit bottom every time she slides down my entire length.
“Your hung like a horse,” Joan says arching her back and sliding faster and faster, “ You can hit that spot all night long.”
We are both starting to sweat and I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to last as long as possible. She rakes my chest with her nails, and the moves her hands to cover mine and we hold hands, as we both utter cries as we cum in unison. They pressure on my hands get stronger and her cries turns into a guttural wolf howl. I open my eyes and see a full blown werewolf astride me.
“I enjoyed this immensely human, much more pleasure than most of you kind can give me,” she says as she watches me struggle under her iron grip, “I’ve always enjoyed hunting a hunter. The smell of death and ruin hang about you, in a clouded stench. How many have you taken before me?”
“You were to be number forty-five,” I say while gasping for breath struggling to break free.
“That is an impressive number for one so young,” she say and the runs her her tongue around her snout, “Alas, but your time her has ended.”
“Wait, Wait,” I yell as I try to heave her off of me with one mighty final push and fail.
I feel the bite of her teeth as she penetrates my flesh and savagely pulls back ripping flesh and tendons with her knife like teeth. I feel the blood spurting from my wounded vessels and the last thing that passes through my mind is “Isn’t it funny how life can change in the blink of an eye?”

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