“Pull my hair. Pinch that titty.” I commanded as bolts of ecstasy took over and I practically howled when I came.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Charles squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands as he thrust deeper than before and shot his cum in my ass.
He twitched a few times before pulling out of me, allowing Steve to pick up his pace.
“Fuck.” He snarled as he shot his load in my pussy.
He held me at the waist with one hand and slammed into me while pulling my nipple with his other hand.
I collapsed on his chest, quivering as his cock twitched inside me.
Steve stroked my hair softly as I lay there attempting to get my breathing under control. I listened to his heart beat loud as thunder and ran my fingers over his chest.
I felt another hand run over my back and some soft kisses on my shoulder.
I rolled off my brother and lay panting between him and my father. I knew then and there that this particular kink was going to be impossible to deny.
This would not be the last time we fucked.
As the guys gently caressed my breasts I wondered what life as a family would be like now. I shrugged my shoulders and giggled to myself. All families have dirty little secrets ours just happens to also be extremely fun.
Bound to Hell (An Erotic Adventure)
By Carl East
Copyright 2013 by Carl East
Dale sat in his chair fidgeting. He was trying really hard to listen to the lecture, but he just couldn’t get into it. His worst fears were coming true after being in college for the past year and a half. He’d chosen Economics as his course and was starting to believe that he’d chosen badly. When he chose it at the age of eighteen, he felt that it was something he could change the world with. He could see himself trying to persuade people where to put their money, and forecast future economic events. He was wrong.
He was now finding the learning to be too boring, but he was stuck with it. He didn’t want to let his parents down after they’d put so much money into his education. At nineteen and a half, he was learning one valuable lesson. There is nothing easy in life. However, what he didn’t know, was that his life was about to change – dramatically.
The lecture was almost over when the incident happened. Dale was listening intently when suddenly a scantily-clad female came into the lecture room. Dale saw two things almost immediately. First, she was wearing next to nothing, but more importantly, no one was watching her as she passed them by. Even the professor carried on talking as if nothing were happening. She was heading straight towards Dale and looking directly at him.
As she got nearer, Dale could see the items of clothing she wore more clearly, and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Her skimpy panties were so tight they were showing the outline of her pussy. The top she wore barely covered her nipples and was straining to keep her breasts in check. When she reached him, she simply said hi.
Dale tried not to make eye contact, and looked around the room to find that no one was paying any attention to her, not even the professor. When Dale eventually said hi back, he received a few strange looks from the people around him. Just then the lecture ended, and everyone got up to leave. Dale asked the mysterious woman to excuse him and started to leave the lecture room himself. However, before he managed to reach the door, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He suddenly felt a wrenching feeling in his chest, and clutched at it as if to cover the pain. Then once they were alone, she forcefully sat him down.
"Lady, who are you? What do you want with me and why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
As he sat there waiting for answers, he looked her up and down again. Being this close, he could now see that her panties were riding up between her pussy lips as if they were being sucked in. The outline of her pussy was so obvious it was as if she weren’t wearing anything. He also realized that the sight was causing an erection.
“Oh, is that for me?” she said reaching down and stroking his hardness over his pants.
Dale jumped up as if he’d been stung and backed away.
“Lady, you can’t do that type of thing here, I’ll get expelled,” he shouted, still backing away.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. The moment I touched you was the moment the life you knew ended,” she replied.
“What are you talking about?” he said trying to edge around her.
“Look, go into the corridor and try to speak to someone – anyone will do. When you’re satisfied that no one can see you, come back here,” she replied.
Dale managed to get past her and rushed through the door. He then ran down the corridor and stopped at the end to look back. He heard voices, and turned around to see a good friend approaching.
“Hey Jack, you’ll never believe what just happened to me,” he said as his friend got nearer.
Dale turned to make sure that she hadn’t followed him, but when he turned back again, Jack walked straight through him.
“Whoa, what the fuck!” said Dale as he backed away sharply and fell against the side wall.
He then looked around, after remembering what she had said. He got up and talked to the first person who came along, and they completely ignored him. His only course of action now was to go back to the lecture room and find out what the hell was going on. When he opened the door, she was still there, waiting patiently.
“You see, no one can see you or interact with you,” she said.
“Why, what have you done to me?” asked Dale.
“It’s actually what you’ve done to yourself. You see, you killed the Reaper, and the rules state that whoever kills a reaper has to take their place,” she said.
“Whoa Lady… I didn’t—
“Please, stop calling me Lady. My name is Candy,” she interrupted.
“Okay, Candy it is, but I didn’t kill anyone,” replied Dale.
“Did you, or did you not go up to the roof of the cafeteria a month ago and lean against one of the gargoyle statues? Did you hear the creak as you put your weight on it and immediately step back from it?” said Candy.
Dale remembered that incident vividly.
“Yes, I remember that; so what?”
“Well, it took a month, but eventually it worked its way free and landed on my master, who is now dead. Therefore, you killed him,” replied Candy.
“If I killed anyone from doing all of that, it wasn’t deliberate,” insisted Dale.
“Oh, I know that, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are responsible for his death.”
“How on God’s earth am I going to face my mother if she can’t even see me?” said Dale.
“Um, I hate to break this to you, but you no longer exist. Your mother never had you, at least in her mind, and no one whom you knew before today knows you from Adam. In other words, you get to start from the very beginning. In addition, you now have powers. In a way, you’re sort of like a superhero,” replied Candy.
“So, my family doesn’t know me. My friends don’t know me, and no one can see me. Does that about sum it up?”
“Yes, I think he’s got it,” responded Candy sarcastically.
“How is any of this fair; I had a good life before any of this and a bright future,” said Dale.
“In point of fact, you drop out of college at the age of twenty, and you die at the age of thirty-two from a hit-and-run incident. This is a step up from all of that.”
“How could you possibly know any of that?”
“I had to look you up to ascertain who was responsible for my master’s death, and while I was at it, I looked into your future.”
“You can do that?”
“Oh yes, these things are necessary in order to accomplish the job at hand,” replied Candy.
“And what exactly is this job? You mentioned the Reaper, am I to collect souls?”
“No, you’re not that kind of reaper. You kill monsters, at least what humans would define as monsters.”
“What are you talking about, there
’s no such thing as monsters,” replied Dale knowingly.
“I’ll have you know there’s a monster in this very college, which was where we were headed until a certain stone statue fell on my master’s head,” said Candy.
“You keep saying your master; does that mean I’m your master now?”
“Yes, but there are a few things you need to know about me. I am a Succubus, a Spawn of Hell. I can be anyone you want me to be, and I’m your bodyguard,” replied Candy.
“My bodyguard; so you were the last reaper’s bodyguard as well?”
“Yes I was.”
“Well, you suck,” said Dale.
“Yes, and very well I’m told,” replied Candy.
“No, I mean—
“I know what you meant, Dale…that was humor. Perhaps you don’t yet grasp the concept of humor; I mean you are still young.”
“When you said you could be anyone I want, what did you mean by that?” said Dale, ignoring her remark.
Candy didn’t reply; instead, she suddenly turned into Dale’s next-door neighbor Ms. Jones, and she was naked. Dale had had a crush on her for as long as he could remember.
“Oh my god, how did you do that?”
“Like I said, I’m a Succubus. I have to be able to change into whomever you desire. That is my role in life. We are the seductresses of all those who would promise their souls to the Devil. I may not be in the market for seduction at the moment, but it is part of my nature. God also recognized the fact that mortals have certain needs, and I am here to fulfill those needs.”
Dale hadn’t stopped looking at her body. He’d always tried to picture what his neighbor looked like without clothes on, and now he knew. It was everything he had imagined. Candy then turned back again in a blink of an eye.
“You also mentioned that I’d be going after monsters, what kind of monsters?”
“As I said before, we were on the way to deal with the latest one at this college when the death occurred. All we knew was that we were up against a doppelganger. And before you ask, a doppelganger is a monster that is a copy of someone who is living. They take over the life of the one they are copying. The very first thing a doppelganger does upon being brought to life is to kill the original so that it can take over that life. That is why you never see them or rather you think you never see them. They are the very epitome of evil.”
“You said that you were Hell Spawn, but doesn’t that mean you serve the Devil?” said Dale.
“Satan is my true master, but when God decrees that a person such as I serve the greater good. Satan has no say in it,” replied Candy, “You see it’s in Satan’s best interest for these monsters to be eradicated, because whenever a monster kills a mortal, that mortal automatically goes to Heaven.”
“Why is that?” said Dale.
“Because their deaths were deemed unnatural, and if they were left alone to develop naturally, they might turn bad; in which case Satan has a right to their souls.”
“I can see the logic in that. But tell me, why didn’t God take my memories away? It would’ve made this transition far less difficult,” said Dale.
“Two words…life experiences. If he took all of your memories, you wouldn’t even know how to use a phone or any number of things that would come in handy during your new life.”
“Here’s the thing, how am I supposed to kill monsters? I don’t even think I could kill,” said Dale.
“You don’t have to know how to do it you just need to hold your weapon. As soon as you’re holding that, it will take over.”
“Why, is it alive?”
“It’s not exactly alive, but it does know why it was created, and it bestows that knowledge onto anyone who wields it,” said Candy.
“What kind of weapon is it?”
Candy held her hands out, and suddenly a sheathed samurai sword appeared in them. Dale took hold of its cover and picked it up. Then he gripped the handle, and suddenly he knew everything there was to know about fighting monsters. He quickly re-sheathed it and felt like himself again.
“Wow, that was traumatic,” he said pushing it back into Candy’s hands.
“You need to keep a hold of this. Take hold of it again and throw it over your shoulder, as if you were sheathing it behind you,” said Candy.
Dale took hold of it again and did what he was told. As he placed it over his shoulder, it suddenly disappeared.
“Whenever you want it, imagine it’s in your hand when you reach up to your shoulder and it will be there. You also cannot lose it. If you drop it, it will automatically return to the invisible sheath over your shoulder.”
Dale tried it and sure enough, it appeared back in his hand.
“That’s pretty cool,” he said as he put it back again.
“If there are no more questions, it’s time we took care of the monster in this college. Are you ready?”
“I still have many questions, but they can wait. Let’s do this,” replied Dale.
They left the room together and headed for the teachers’ faculty room; once outside Candy turned to Dale.
“The only ones who can see us are monsters. That is how we’re able to locate them. Once we enter this room, if the doppelganger is in there, he or she will be the only ones looking at us. Is that clear?”
“Yes, perfectly,” replied Dale as he reached for the door handle.
He opened the door and they walked in. No one looked in their direction. However, three of them had their backs to the door. Dale walked up to one of them.
“Professor Jones,” he said, but got no response.
He then turned to the second one, nearer the window.
“Professor Smith,” he said.
“Yes Dale, what can I do for you?” she said.
Dale reached up for the sword that he knew would be there, and as soon as it was in his hand, he knew what to do. Professor Smith saw the sword and had a pained look on her face, as if in recognition of what were about to happen. She then saw a flash of the blade as it passed through her head, and suddenly her body turned into a green oozing slime and fell to the floor. There was a scream from another professor who had witnessed her colleague’s collapse, and everyone else looked around. All they could see was the mass of slime on the floor and didn’t equate it to a once living person. Dale and Candy left the room as they had entered it – unobserved.
They both walked off the campus together, and Dale took one last look before walking through the archway that was the entrance.
“Where do we live now? I mean, do we even have to sleep?” said Dale.
“Oh yes, we still have to sleep and eat. As for where we live, we can live wherever you want to. Mortals can’t see us unless we want them too, so we can use the best hotels. That’s what my last master and I did,” replied Candy.
That, it turned out, was what they did that night. Dale took her to a hotel that he’d slept in once before. It was a beautiful place, not to mention a five-star hotel. Candy then showed him a trick at the front desk. If you don’t want to be disturbed, take a room that is last on the list. The chances are they won’t let that room for the night you want to stay, so you won’t get disturbed by anyone checking into it. Soon they found themselves in one such room and made themselves comfortable.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a shower. I need to unwind after today,” said Candy.
“No, I don’t mind. I need to rest as I feel utterly exhausted. Is that normal?”
“Yes, it is quite normal. The energy you felt leaving your body when I touched you saps your strength for a while. A good night’s sleep is all you need to fully recover though,” replied Candy.
She then went into the bathroom, and Dale lie on the bed. Before he knew it, he was asleep. It didn’t last long. Candy came out of the shower and was full of energy. Dale could hear her jumping on her bed, and turned to see what the hell she was playing at. The sight he saw when he turned made him stare. She acted like a little child as she jumped on the mattress, but sh
e looked nothing like a child as her large breasts bounced up and down.
She was completely naked, and Dale couldn’t help but admire her body. When she saw him staring, she got off the bed and walked over to him.
“Would you like some fun?” she said.
“As much as I appreciate your beauty, I’m very tired,” replied Dale.
“What if I do this,” she said and then promptly turned into someone Dale recognized.
He sat up, staring intently. She’d turned into a naked Brittany Spears.
“When I read your mind earlier, I saw several women that you have the hots for,” she said as she held her breasts in a suggestive manner.
It was true; Dale had always liked Brittany, but what hot-blooded male wouldn’t. Then he saw her turning into Pamela Anderson.
“This one is strong in your memory; I found her in several corners of your mind.”
Dale sat up and could feel his cock growing. He had or did have several posters of Pamela on his bedroom wall. He’d always imagined her naked and in his bedroom. Then Candy turned into Janet Jackson.
“Okay, stop it. You’ve proven that you know all of my likes and needs, but I don’t think it’s right somehow,” said Dale.
Candy turned back to herself and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Why? I don’t think there’s any harm in a good fantasy,” replied Candy.
“If I were to touch you in those forms, it would feel as if I were invading their privacy, even though I know it’s not really them. Besides, if I took you in one of their forms, the fantasy would be crushed.”
Candy didn’t respond to that. Instead, she reached over and stroked the erection she could see pushing up the covers.
“Well, they certainly got your attention,” she said as her hand traced the length of his cock.
Then she turned into his former next-door neighbor Ms. Jones, and carried on stroking him. Dale suddenly remembered watching his neighbor bending over in her garden and how he imagined coming up behind her and taking her in that position. His cock suddenly sprang to attention.
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