‘Yes … but I’m cold.’
I pull her closer to me, giving the impression that I mean to warm her, when in fact I am holding tight to my prey. Even in the darkness I know exactly where to go. I walk the increasingly reluctant girl through the haphazard rows into the oldest part of the cemetery, stopping beside a long-forgotten grave. The headstone is small, faded, lost among the weeds and brambles. We can discern no name, only a date: 1743. This, the last evidence of my existence, worn by the elements. I grieve as I always do when I realise they have not buried Anna next to me as she had promised. She is not in this graveyard. I have searched many, many times in vain. I hurt because I do not know what became of my beloved.
‘Whose grave is this?’
‘Does a name matter? She is long dead.’
‘She?’
‘A girl like you – full of wonder and longing.’
‘What became of her?’
‘She died of a broken heart.’
The girl looks at me, fully believing that such a thing is possible. She too has been hurt. ‘Remember this grave,’ I say and the girl nods. ‘Now we can go.’ Persuading the girl to take me to her home is easy. The house is not far. She opens the door and quietly hovers in the doorway, waiting for me to follow. ‘No, no. You must invite me in.’
As soon as we enter the house, my lips are on the girl’s mouth. She pushes back against me, her breathing soft then growing hard. Her beautiful eyes again wide with fright, though this time not of me. ‘Shhss,’ she whispers, ‘Mum and Dad are asleep upstairs.’
It is sweet, is it not, that this child-woman still lives under the protection of her parents. She takes me upstairs, and then leads me along the landing towards her bedroom at the far end. I know the room is hers, for a pink pony is stuck to the door. Sneaking past the girl’s parents is thrilling, and I have to quell an impulse to make love to the girl out on the landing while her parents lie in innocent ignorance. Yet, this girl has more gumption than I have so far given her credit. To risk bringing me into her home at all reflects her determination to break from the nest, or maybe her driving force is lust. Pure, simple lust.
We sit on the edge of her bed, doing nothing. Shyness wells in the girl once she realises what she has done. Again, I revel in her anxiety, luxuriate in the way her fear accentuates the girl’s ultimate surrender. Helping her dip into the deep well of desire is only fair. I lean close to kiss the girl’s neck, my fingers pressed against her spine, drawing her close. Mustering all her courage, she whispers so quietly into my ear that even I have to strain. ‘I want you to make love to me.’
My mouth stills against her neck. ‘I know.’
I slip the strap of her dress off her shoulder; kiss the white line left in her flesh. Girls are not as pale as they once were. The sun has touched even shy girls like this one. Such a shame. I stroke her sides, and then gently, gently tug the top of her dress. She opens her eyes, looking deeply into mine as if I know all the World’s secrets. I follow the handsome curve of her cheek with my mouth, and then lay her back onto the bed. I move to lie beside the girl, my thigh deliberately placed between hers. As I kiss her, I have to restrain myself, my lips drifting along her neck, to her exposed breast, but then always return to her mouth. My isolation has starved me of kisses. Soft, loving kisses like these.
As we kiss, I draw from her the life force I need to continue my search. This girl is a dream, but she is not Anna. I steal her soul one short breath at a time. She will not notice until her discovery is too late, and then as I draw the last of her essence, she will join me in my search.
I begin to ease her dress down further. My lips can’t resist her bare stomach, then her hip, then her smooth calves. I follow a reverse path along her leg until I camp in the hollow of her belly button. I worm my hand between her thighs, gently pressing as I did before. The girl shivers, but she is ready to go further. As my fingers make contact with her inner heat, she sighs into my ear. She moves against my hand, aching for me, for my touch. My fingers slip inside the waistband of her wet panties, drawing them down over the girl’s knees, and I watch as she kicks the unwanted garment to the floor. The girl has a matt of fine hair, in places covered in moisture.
I look into her eyes, and then slide my fingers inside her. She tenses and gasps, her breath fluttering. I capture these breaths as I have the others. I begin to move my hand strong and slow, my mouth on her breastbone. I touch her back, trace over her shoulder blade then down her upper arm. I slide my other arm beneath her back, cradling her neck in my hand, and lift my mouth to hers. She quakes as we kiss, squeezing my arm in time with the movements of my hand. All the while, I steal more of her soul. Her breaths quicken, and then she stops breathing altogether to grip my arm so tightly, I know she is coming. Afterwards she lies on the bed looking utterly helpless.
I offer her no respite. Now I have started I cannot resist. I kiss the tender spot of her clitoris, extending my tongue to taste her sweet honeydew. I glance up; the girl has closed her eyes, so I set about her sex in earnest, licking along the length of her pussy, delving between her swollen lips to draw more honey. Occasionally I lash her clitoris, sucking the hard nubbin between my lips until she writhes and tries to wriggle free. I won’t let her. I lick and suck and I nip until once again she comes, pushing her sweet cunt against my mouth, and then trying desperately to break away.
I emerge from between her legs to press wet lips against hers. Making the wide-eyed girl taste her own honey. I reach for her sex again, this time my fingers curling deep into her wetness. ‘Not again,’ she whispers, resting her hand on mine to steady my movements.
‘Yes again!’ I start to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as my excitement increases. Her hand stays on mine but she is no longer trying to stop me. Her eyes are open now. She grunts each time I thrust hard, but I keep her guessing by varying my strokes. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard. I’m going to make the girl come again, this time for my own gratification. She grunts as I thrust, using my fingers like a weapon, like a battering ram, pounding into her tight sex as she gasps and grunts and cries out under the hard prolonged pounding. This is exactly what I want, for an exhale of life follows each gasp. I take all her breaths greedily.
Soon, she weeps against my shoulder and I comfort her with small kisses on her cheek, on the nape of her neck, on her slender throat. Every nerve in my body wants to bite into that tender flesh, to draw gratification while the girl orgasms on the end of my fingers. Yet, I have been so long buried I don’t want our encounter to end, and I have not yet claimed my ultimate prize.
Straddling her chest, I hitch up my skirts. I wear nothing beneath and I get a thrill as the girl’s eyes focus on my sex. Unlike her, I am dark and my bush is thick and heavy. Yet beneath the hair is the same tender flesh as hers, wet and tingling with anticipation. I have given the girl my all and now I want something in return. She does not resist as I settle over her mouth but her eyes are full of anxiety. Yet, she is keen to learn. She starts to lick, tentatively at first, and then with more enthusiasm as in my excitement I quickly respond. I already hover close to fulfilment; my arousal has been building all night. I have deliberately delayed release, but now the time has arrived.
The girl’s tongue feels exquisite as she probes and explores my sex, never concentrating on one particular spot until she finds my clitoris. My reaction to her touch there encourages her to stay. My hands move to my breasts. I pull my bodice down to expose my nipples, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger.
I am close, so close, and so wet I start to slide over the girl’s mouth. Her muffled moans enticing me to bear down harder, forcing her to drink me. Then I have forgotten the girl and my thoughts turn to Anna. There is only one thing on my mind now. I am going to come on this pretty girl’s face and nothing will stop me. I push and grind, push and grind until all focus is on my cunt and Anna’s face. This is my prize. I come hard, still grinding until I have extracted every ounce of pleasure.
/> When I am sated, we lie together on her bed. ‘I love you,’ she says. So many girls have said the same over the decades; such sweet sentiments are difficult to accept as genuine. She means what she says of course. Now anyway, but come another day I would be forgotten if not for the gift I have left her. She is no longer a girl. No longer as shy. Soon, she will no longer be an ordinary woman. Now she knows she is different to other girls and I believe she will celebrate that difference.
Once the girl is asleep, I slip silently along the landing, pausing to look into the parents’ bedroom. They sleep in blissful innocence still. I toy with the idea of slipping into their room, tasting both of them while they sleep. Only that would end my adventure with the girl and I have planned many more encounters. No, I will find someone else to feed on tonight. Someone more jaded who is not willing to explore as she has. The wanton blonde comes to mind. I wish I could take a memento with me, something to remember the girl’s fragrance for the long slumber ahead. Sadly, I cannot.
Outside the house, I hover beneath the girl’s bedroom window. Her dreams have already turned to the fallen gravestone. Tomorrow she will bring fresh flowers without knowing why. The day after she will have forgotten our encounter, yet she will feel drawn to the graveyard – to my grave even though I have not told her my name. I did not ask the girl her name. Names make no difference. She knows where I am. She will tend my grave as others have in the past. She is bound to me now, for I have part of her soul much as Anna has part of mine. There will always be something missing in her life, so she will keep searching as I do. I am not proud of what I have done. Stealing souls is wrong, I know, but then, I am already damned. One day I will be back to claim the rest of the girl’s soul and together we will dance the dance of death.
One for the Toad
by Michael Bracken
Look, if you’ll just listen to me for a minute, I’ll explain everything.
OK? You’ll do that?
It all started a few days ago. I was on my way home from work at the factory, in a hurry because Kenny was coming over that night. I hadn’t seen him in a week, I was horny as could be, and I knew Kenny could hit all the right buttons. I was so worked up at the thought of having Kenny’s thick cock inside me that I practically slid out of the seat.
The roads were slick because it had rained all day, and even though I was in a hurry, I was paying special attention to the road before me. The last thing I needed was to screw up my new car and miss my date with Kenny. That’s when I saw Reginald.
He was hopping across the road and I slammed on my brakes to avoid him. Now, I grew up in the backwoods where we’ll eat anything we can catch and what I saw before me was a toad – a good two-pounder – and I realised dinner was fast escaping.
I untangled myself from the seatbelt, struggled out of the car, and caught him just as he was about to leap off the side of the road into the rushes on the far side.
‘Let me go!’ he demanded.
I almost dropped Reginald when he said that, and I’m sure I looked as surprised as you did when I caught your attention. I’d never had dinner talk back – well, there was that one time when Grandma Ethel’s possum pie talked back to everybody and we all fought over the use of her only bathroom – but I sure didn’t expect dinner to be talking to me right then.
‘Don’t squeeze so hard. You’re hurting me.’
‘Oh, hush up,’ I said as I carried the toad back to my car. Then I dumped my new pumps out of their box and stuffed Reginald inside. I put the box on the seat beside me and put my purse on top so he couldn’t knock the top off and hop out.
As I drove home, I heard his muffled voice. He kept complaining about being claustrophobic. I slapped the side of the box and told him if he didn’t shut up, he’d be dinner.
Once home, I placed Reginald in an old fish tank I had and sat the tank on the dresser in my bedroom, covering it so he couldn’t attempt escape.
‘I was a stockbroker,’ Reginald said, after he had introduced himself.
I snorted. ‘And I’m Angelina Jolie.’
‘Close enough,’ he said. ‘I’ve been cursed. Kiss me and break the spell.’
‘Sure,’ I said. ‘And I’ll get warts.’
‘You won’t get warts. I promise.’
I left him alone when the doorbell rang and went to greet Kenny, almost smothering my boyfriend with kisses before he could even close the apartment door behind him. When my lips finally wore out, I told him about Reginald.
I saw that look on Kenny’s face that told me he wasn’t quite following what I was telling him, so I took him into the bedroom and showed him the toad in the fish tank.
I asked Reginald a question but he didn’t respond. Then I asked him another question. By the time I’d asked my fifth question, Reginald hadn’t said a word and Kenny was looking at me as if I’d been dropped on my head at birth.
‘It’s just a toad,’ Kenny finally said.
‘But he talks!’
‘You must have had a hard day, Amanda,’ Kenny said as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. ‘Maybe I can help you relax.’
His tongue found mine, and his kiss was long, deep, and hard, threatening to take my breath away. As he kissed me, one hand slipped between us and covered one of my breasts. My nipple strained against the inside of my bra and I’m certain he could feel it press into his palm even through the confining material.
That wasn’t enough for Kenny. He didn’t want a handful of cloth. As he unbuttoned my blouse, my temperature began to rise, my pulse began to quicken, and my thoughts of Reginald completely disappeared. I’d been anticipating this moment all day and would have jilled off in the ladies room at work if I’d ever had a few moments alone.
Kenny slipped my blouse off my shoulders. It slithered down my arms and dropped to the floor. I reached back and unclasped my bra, then leaned forward slightly and shook it free of my heavy breasts. It joined my blouse on the floor.
Kenny likes my tits. They’re like ripe melons hanging from my chest, milky white and crowned with pale pink areolas and stubby nipples. He buried his face between them, kissing and licking and sucking.
He pulled one nipple between his teeth, gently nibbling at it while he massaged the other one with his thumb. Then he switched, moving his mouth so he could suckle on that one too. I pulled his face out of my cleavage and kissed him – a deep, penetrating kiss, and then I began stripping off his clothes.
Before long, we were both naked and clutching each other as we stood at the foot of my bed. Trapped between us, Kenny’s erect cock pressed against my abdomen, and I knew I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted to take him in my mouth and in my pussy, and I wanted him to make me come as he had so many times before.
We fell across the bed, leaving our clothes strewn around my bedroom as if a tornado had come through. I bent over Kenny’s lap and took the head of his thick cock in my mouth. As I did that, he made me turn and straddle his face. I slowly took the entire length of his cock into my mouth, then drew back and let my teeth catch against the spongy-soft mushroom cap of it. As I did it a second time, Kenny began licking the long, slick slit of my pussy.
My heavy tits hung to either side of his taut abdomen and he reached down to fondle them as he continued his oral assault on my pussy. Soon his tongue plunged between my swollen pussy lips, and he pistoned in and out of my hot hole.
My head bobbed up and down in Kenny’s lap as my lips slid along the entire length of his stiff shaft. I reached between his thighs and took his hairy ball sac in my hand, gently squeezing his nuts together. Then I stroked that sensitive spot behind his balls and teased his bunghole with the tip of my finger. My boyfriend’s thighs tightened whenever I teased his tight end, but that didn’t stop me.
Kenny stopped fondling my tits and reached up and around my thighs. He held my pussy lips open as his tongue searched out the tight knob of my clit. When he found it, he sucked it between his teeth and nibbled on it the way he’d nibbled o
n my nipples a few minutes earlier.
I began bucking up and down on his face, shoving my pussy down again and again. At the same time, he began bucking his hips up and down.
When his ball sac tightened I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and I was right. Kenny came first, sending a thick stream of warm come into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and some of it leaked from my mouth and down the length of his turgid shaft to combine with my saliva on his balls.
Then he plunged two fingers into my pussy hole as he continued nibbling my clit. The sensation of his fingers plunging in and out of my slick slit combined with his tonguing of my clit was almost more than I could stand.
I came hard and loud. I seemed unable to control my body as orgasm tore through me, and my entire body shivered with pleasure.
After we both caught our breath, I rolled off of Kenny and turned around so I could lie next to him, my breasts pressed against his side, my head resting on his chest.
He stroked my hair as he told me about the changes at his company that had kept him from my bed for a week. It was some sort of corporate merger, but my mind was not on his story at all. I was concentrating on his crotch, where I toyed with his flaccid cock, gently pulling on the loose folds of skin until it began to grow again.
Soon it stood fully erect, still glistening and slippery with my saliva and his come. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs as Kenny positioned himself between them. Then he pressed his cockhead against my pussy lips and pushed forward, driving his cock deep into my eager pussy as he covered me.
He drew back and pushed forward again as I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his own. I thrust my hips up to meet his and our rhythms soon matched. In and out, in and out, faster and faster and faster.
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