by Bridy McAvoy
He returned the kiss as I reached down and guided the head of his dick into a position where it was touching the opened furls of my pussy lips.
With a sigh, I sank down onto him engulfing the entire length of his dick inside my hot little twat in one go. He sighed and I began to move. Slowly up the length of him, pulsing those little muscles in the walls of my cunt as I did so. Then back down, then up, then down. You know what I mean girls, you get the picture.
I wasn't interested in anything long winded now. The hunger had taken over. It was all about the release. Nothing else mattered.
"Christ girl. You are hot. I can't hold this back much longer."
"Don't worry I'm nearly there too."
My movements became faster and faster. His hips were moving in contra-time to mine thrusting his rod as deep as it would go into my willing snatch.
"I'm coming, I'm coming"
"Me too Phil, me too."
Something about my voice made him open his eyes just as the first spurts of his cum left the end of his penis.
I was coming too. But in my case this meant something else.
He was caught up in the ecstasy of the moment as his penis continued to pump its fluid up into my womb. Only it wasn't my womb but he didn't know that.
Above him the blonde babe he had picked up suddenly went brunette, then red-haired, then blonde again then raven black, finally shock white. My brilliant electric blue eyes went green, then brown, then blue again before settling on pure albino white. The breasts he was holding on to went saggy, then drooped, then perked up, disappeared and finally came back smaller than before.
A frown began to crease his face and then his penis sensed the change in its environment.
Where my womb should have been was a different organ now. This is where I processed the donations these men left me. Its neck extended outwards and downwards. I could no more control it than you can stop a tidal wave. It engulfed the end of his penis and drew it upwards further into me, stretching it.
His mouth opened at the discomfort. Then it began milking him. Poor Phil, too much was happening to Mr. Confident all at once. His eyes and hands couldn't take in the changes happening before him. Even though he was in agony his battered dick continued to spit out juice. More, and more, that part of me had taken over and it was insatiable.
Finally as his desiccated nuts shrivelled up into his body and his penis deflated, I could get no more. My pulsing body released him and I looked down into his lifeless eyes. At some point during the last couple of minutes the warring sensations of pleasure and pain had become too much. The cerebral haemorrhage had taken him swiftly in flagrante as they say.
Sated now, I quickly dressed and changing my body shape and colouring back to what had walked in I carefully locked the door on my way out. As I left the building, I flagged down a passing cab and went home. This time I didn't bother teasing the driver and ignored his attempts to start up a conversation.
When I got home I went to bed secure in the knowledge that I would sleep soundly; and for the next few weeks too. Until the hunger struck again that is.
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About the Author
My name is Bridy, and I live in New York. Ever since being a little girl I have been fascinated with Vampires and the legend of Dracula. My husband thinks they're silly but indulges me. Since I can't have kids the idea of a predator type of vampire took hold. I have other interests, notably photography and under standard folk law you can't photograph a vampire so I had to do something different.
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