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“Turn off that damn alarm Jaz! Last day of school, get up and go girl!”



Groggily I reached over and swatted the off button to the alarm, my dad was something of a fix it genius, and had disabled the snooze feature sometime in my sophomore year. “Yea got it dad!” I literally rolled off the bed as I untangled the folds of sheets from my long legs. Scratching my head absently, I yawned and stumbled to the bathroom. I never really needed to brush my waist length blonde hair, for some fantastic reason it always seemed perfect, but I grabbed the brush and pulled it through the strands simply because it helped me wake up. Staring into the mirror I brushed my hair, then my teeth. Was it my imagination or were they a little whiter? As usual I stared at my own eyes in the mirror, they fascinated me. I had asked my dad once about my them. I looked normal I guess, but my eyes seemed almost Arabian, he had told me it was from my mother. I didn’t ask any more than that. My father doesn’t speak about my mom almost ever. I seriously needed an energy drink, a shot of adrenaline or something in the mornings.



After burning off a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and did my makeup while I was getting dry. Damn I loved this pink lipstick! I gathered the clothes I had laid out and lazily slid them on. Today’s ensemble: lime green panties, white push-up bra, white pollo, and a pink skirt that covered the required ten inches of my long tanned and toned legs for school. The white pollo was really form fitting, clutching my breasts in a way I hadn’t noticed it doing before. Maybe they were growing? Cool. I tugged the pink skirt down to hug my hips. It fell into place almost naturally and I reveled in the ease of this morning’s routine dressing. It normally took me ages to get everything just right. The skirt in place gave a slight show of my tiny midriff. Sure I was short, but I was all legs. Plus since I worked out constantly my stomach dipped in as my curves fell from my chest sharply and then flowed out to my small hips. Some flip flops completed everything, and I took a second to look it all over.



I was hot. Last day of school, and I actually liked what I had picked out. This was going to be a really good day. The flip flops didn’t help with my height problem though, 5″ 2′ and no sign of getting any taller. But the white footwear made a stark contrast to the brilliant tan of my skin. I liked the way the shoes made my calf muscles seem to gleam.



“You’re staring again Jaz. You’re cute baby girl, but let’s not push it.” A voice said from my bedroom door.



“Thanks dad, great compliment.”



“Happy eighteenth birthday. I’ve got to get to the plant, you’ll have to walk again.”



“It’s only a mile dad, I’ll be fine.”



“Okay, I’ll have you something whipped up tonight to celebrate your graduation and birthday. Be safe and learn lots sugar.” My dad wasn’t that bad of a guy. He meant well, just didn’t have the words sometimes.



After he left, I snagged my bag for school then promptly tossed it realizing I wouldn’t need anything in there when all we would be doing today was saying goodbyes. Walking to school was a norm for me, Jen would be meeting me outside in a few. Sitting Indian style on the sofa, I snapped on the television, and began to just surf with one hand while absently drawing invisible circles on my thigh with the other.



“That stuff will rot your brain you know.” Said the purest voice I had ever heard.



Slowly turning and punching the power button to the tv, I saw a vision of mythical Greek goddess proportions. Sitting at the dinner table (we had a very compact little house) was literally that. “What are you?”



“I figured you’d be asking who I am. But that will do. I’m Lilith. The first woman.”



“Um, I’m not real up on mythology but, your supposed to be bad. Your not gonna do something icky are you?”



“Wow you’re taking this well. No I’m not going to hurt you. You’re my daughter.” With a incredible smile, Lilith rose up from her seat at the table and walked to the couch I was at. I had to move, this was bad. Of course I didn’t believe her nonsense but playing along seemed sane at the time due to the shock of some wicked weird lady in my house. But I couldn’t move even as she leaned over the couch, mere inches from me, her full mature breasts invading my space and her eyes giving no room for comfort. “Daughter of Lilith, my child, Jasmine, today is your eighteenth birthday. You were born fifteen seconds from now eighteen years ago. At that moment you will bloom, inheriting powers and control over them that many would kill for. Prepare.”



It has taken exactly fifteen seconds for her to slowly speak those words. The instant she had finished I felt really good. So very confident. It was as if my body was taking on some explosive transformation while not actually changing at all. “What’s happening to me? What did you just do lady?”



“I am your mother, you are my daughter. I have only ever had daughters, you are the newest. You my dear are now a Succubus.”



Yup, I passed out right then.



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There was a slight tingle across my lips as I woke. It was erotic, powerful, and addictive. I later learned she had cursed me.



“Daughter of mine, wake.”



I couldn’t resist. Her voice captivated my attention and forced compliance. I opened my eyes to see her part my lips with hers, instantly giving me the resounding feeling of addicting power again. “That’s gross.” I murmured.



“Daughter, thank me for now you are as close to immortal as any may become.”



That damned voice! “Thank you.”



“Go to school. Live your life. Create happiness as you see fit.”



With that she was gone, and with it my dumbfounded self. I panicked, lurching from the couch and zipping out of the door. Straight into Jen I might add.



“Where the he’ll have you been girl! Wow, what did you do? I, you, wow you look good today Jaz.”



Suffice it to say I was stunned, and in shock. “I do? Oh yea, maybe cuz I met my mom. She does that.” no no no! I don’t believe that! She wasn’t there! Oh my god I’m going insane!



“You met your mom? Jaz when did this happen? Oh wow! Congrats!”



“Yea, thanks. Let’s go before I freak out. By the way, you’re the only girl I know who can pull off wearing five inch heels to high school, not get called a slut, and not be one.”



“Yea I’m wicked talented aren’t I?” Apparently feeling great after the odd compliment, and maybe from taking my news about my mom positively, she dragged my nutty self the mile to school.



As we pushed open the double doors to the main hall of our one and only Washington High, Jen gave me a retort to my earlier comment. Laced with sarcasm and humor, she gave me her best valley girl voice. “Oh, about the heels, ya know you’re like the only friend I’ve got that can wear a ‘fuck me’ skirt to school and like not get dragged to the principals office for ‘punishment.’” Yikes! Maybe she caught the jab after all!



“Pssh, I’ve got this school wrapped up so tight the principal would bend over for me if I asked!”



“Excuse me?”



“Shit.”



“Once again, you’re not to be tardy, and quit with the foul language.” Apparently our Principal Jordan didn’t have our good humor and had also decided to stalk us at the door. We kinda tended to be late a lot.



So, with my shock of having a mental breakdown earlier over, I spun and put on an Oscar worthy performance. Pouty lips, fingers locked behind me, chest out, and one leg cocked out to slight perfection, “yes Mr. Jordan, we promise to be good little girls. At least for today, because after it’s over, we’re all grown up!”



Glaring at me, “My office, now.”



Well that did it, pops would be pissed. Sparing Jen a farewell glance I spun off making sure my skirt floated up for a second just to piss the authority figure off. Good thing the office was right next to the entrance huh? No one would see me get dragged in there.



Sure enough the usual crowed was present in the office, seated on the uncomfortable plastic blue chairs. “Sup John, Max, Charles, Mary, Dean. Late too?” Well the daily routine was complete. Ushering me into his office Mr. Jordan closed the door and looked at me. Weird.



“You turned eighteen today.”



Shit. Why me? “Um, no. I faked em. I’m still underage.”



That didn’t stop the click of the door lock to fall into place and his hands to gruffly steel themselves on my shoulders. “A very bad girl.” Oh how I had fantasized about this. Not with him though. Some movie star or built marine. I could feel his breath on my throat as he leaned over my frozen stiff self. Sliding his thumb just inside the band of my skirt, I instantly felt myself light up in flames between my legs. Oh God, I am such a horrible person. But when he kissed me, forcefully I might add, the heat at my junction got so hot it practically hurt. I had to sate this. I had to make it stop. He was a man right? A little old, but fit at least and wouldn’t tell a soul I’d bet. So I gave in.



Throwing a leg up to bind it to his hip, I heard him moan. Damn it I couldn’t keep my legs closed. The heat there was just so damned unbearable. It was searing through me, not only the sensitive flesh of my core but my entire middle. Almost in a panic, I took his hand that wasn’t playing with the band of my skirt, pushed it up my skirt, and planted it firmly on the center of my universe at that moment.



That got the kissing to stop. Breaking it, he glared at me, eyes glazed over and then just lost it. Spinning me around he bent me over the small filing cabinet next to us and ungracefully removed my panties. God help me if I’m lying but the heat down there got hotter. I was so very damn wet as well, a trail of the natural lubricant led from it’s source to my right knee. I felt a tear run down my face, I swear the heat was that intense. I didn’t care that I was in this situation. Not at that moment. I just had to make the furious burning stop. When I felt the rigid tip of himself pierce me, I yelped. “Shut up” was all I got for it. Clamping my hands over my mouth, I felt my temperature burn and burn as he poured gasoline on my fire. The thrusting was so intense. The slap of his flesh on my taunt, perfect skin was torture. The friction he caused made my toes curl and my feet to lift off the ground. Only supported by the cabinet, I petted his legs with my calves while he slaughtered me. “Are you on the pill?”



Not skipping a beat, “Yea, it’s good for acne.”



That’s all it took, a split second later I felt a rush of hot semen being blasted into me. I could feel the scorching, sticky substance launch and impact with the back of where he was buried. It pushed me over the edge, the convulsions racking my body violent enough that my back arched up so fast it popped. My legs straightened, locked up, and gave out.



Lungs depleted, heart rate finally slowing. I looked back and saw him pulling out of me as if it was painful to him. “When you’re ready you may go to class.” That was it. He pulled up his pants and went to his desk. Just leaving me bent over the cabinet panting like a fucking dog. Sated like a bitch too though. God I had needed that, especially after this morning.



Pushing my chest off the hard metal with my palms, I collected myself. My legs were still rubbery, but at least the burning had ceased. Stretching my body out, I realized I felt good. Like, really good. Not just sated after sex good, I knew that feeling well. I felt powerful, more alive even. Kneeling to pick up my discarded panties from where they lay atop the paddle in the corner of his office, I noticed something else. Mr. Jordan was out like a light. I studied him for a few moments. It had been inevitable that this would happen I guess. Jen and I had provoked and teased him since we were freshmen. Damn I must be good. Remembering the violent punishment I had just received made my legs damp with anticipation again, thankfully the scorching heat didn’t return. It had happened many times before. I knew of only one way to end it. Jen had tried to help me out once, it had only made things worse. Sparing another moment on the mirror I fixed myself up. Sliding the panties back on I was careful not to touch myself. I could get myself started, but I had never been able to finish it.



Sneaking out of the office through the teachers lounge I somehow managed to make it to class and end up in my seat. English wasn’t hard, but my teacher Mr. Stallings was. I had gotten there moments after the giggling had started. Jen had apparently turned her final homework in on his desk with a flashy show of her gorgeous legs and tempting eyes. She wasn’t legendary hot like I was to the school, but she was definitely the closest to me. It had all served well to get me into my seat without anyone noticing my flushed face or still heaving chest. Well, except for Jen of course.



Giving me a look over Jen taunted me with a whisper, “Was he good?”



“What are you talking about?” She knew, Jen always knew somehow.



She humphed back into her seat, winked at Mr. Stallings, and crossed her legs to give him a show of her open toed fuck me I’m such a slut high heels. “Story time later on then.”



She wasn’t really a slut. In fact I was pretty sure, still am, that she was waiting for “the right guy” to come around and sweep her off her feet. Yea right.



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Lunch couldn’t come any faster. I raced down the hall as fast as I could. I was starving. Lunch was based on schedules. And Jen didn’t have the same second class as me so we had different lunch times. As such I normally used this time as I pleased. And while Jen wasn’t really a slut, I was queen.



I had picked out my target for this years blessing as I called it. I had a habit of bagging a new varsity football guy every end if year. A guy that as of the next year would be in the big leagues. I hadn’t done that yet this year and couldn’t let it end without the ritual. I had been working on Joseph, a nice guy that went to church way too often in my opinion. He definitely needed a wake up call. Varsity was all parties and working out. He wasn’t much of a partier but after I got finished today he would forever be trying to duplicate the experience.



Still high from my adventure that morning, my confidence was great. Why not just bag him? No need to wait for him to make a move right? “Fuck it imma do it.” I finally found him out in the parking lot by his truck, some sort of big thing with a lot of chrome.



“Hey there, you not at lunch?”



“Oh, um, I wasn’t really hungry. I was actually going to come looking for you to talk.”



I just stood there, looking as innocent as I could. He couldn’t take his eyes off of mine, and I gave him no reason to try.



“I like you Jaz, I’ve wanted to tell you for some time now.” he blurted it all out. And the shock of doing it registered immediately on his face.



Before he had the chance to bail, I spoke up. “Um, okay. Well do something about it then. I like you too.” Oh yea I was so good at this. Fake it or take it I was the best.



“Do something about it?”



“Yea, like this.” I slowly walked to him, sliding my flip flops off as I neared him, and pressed my body against his. “Touching is a good way to show affection Joseph.”



“Oh, okay.” It didn’t take much encouragement after that as he carried me, stooping over to pick up my flip flops and took me the fifty yards to the dugout of the practice field for the softball team. He was quiet as he set me down, sliding his hands over my slight form as he did it.



“May I keep touching you?”



“Sure.”



Yea he was touching me alright. He had such a light touch. Towering over me he grazed my breasts, pausing to linger over my nipples. After that I immediately felt the heat building up again. Just as it started to burn, I noticed the same glazed look in his eyes that had been in Mr. Jordan’s. He changed, his face becoming placid as he took his clothes off, revealing a sculpted body that in itself had me inching my legs apart again to allow myself to cool off. He just stared, and waited. I wasn’t sure what he wanted but I had to do something it seemed. So I took off everything, slowly too. I piled everything up on the bench, bending over and arching my back as I did it. I turned around, and nearly face planted into his rock hard chest. Picking me up by my sides, he wrapped me around himself, even bothering to check and make sure i had locked my ankles behind him. Grabbing both of my ass cheeks while I latched on to his neck, he spread my ass wide enough to make my eyes do the same. He lowered me down onto himself. Impaling me I realized my folly. I was about to be fucked. Really fucked. Like thrashed by a horse fucked. The man was massive. He lowered me slowly, torturing me with the experience of feeling my flesh pull and stretch to accommodate his size. I tried to pull away, to gain some relief but he kept pushing me down, and down. Eventually I felt him push against my womb. He still didn’t stop. He kept going, pulling my ass cheeks farther apart as he forced my body to take him. “No reprieve, no mercy.” How many times had I heard him yell that on the field? He must live by it.



I whimpered, moaned, and left my mouth gaping open all at the same time. Something about it must have triggered a response, because he then ripped himself out of me by sort of tossing my ass in the air. I came crashing back down on him from gravity, he didn’t catch me. He kept his arms wide and rocked back to plunge up as I came down in time to be delivered a punishing blow. He had finally gotten himself entirely inside me for a brief moment as our bodies collided. My gut lurched up and my lungs lost everything. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t scream. He didn’t stop. He kept repeating it. Over and over. Bouncing me off and driving in. I went limp, and thankfully he caught me. Too bad that glazed look was there because he just flipped me over and laid me on the bench. Not giving me a chance to recover from the acrobatics he plunged into me again with a grunt that was such a turn on. He drove in repeatedly again and my body wouldn’t respond. I was too little, he was too big. I just seemed to flop around as he destroyed me. Accidentally he pulled all the way out and when he plunged back in it was literally my ass this time. That hurt, damn it hurt. My back lurched up, off the bench and into his chest. My arms flung up as well and I tried to push off to get him out. His grip on my waist was unbreakable. He flexed the long throbbing slab of meat inside of me, inside of my ass. It stung a little, but wasn’t killing me anymore. It wasn’t more than a split second after I had began to relax again as he jerked out and back in. A single pump and I screamed as he was suddenly buried up to what felt like my lungs again. My legs were quivering uncontrollably again, my feet scraped across the slick concrete floor and my normally deft hands struggled for coherency.



He was slowly pulling out and pushing back in finally. It was worse. I could feel and experience my sensitive skin stretching far more than it was supposed to. I looked back at him with a pleading, wide eyed stare. He gave me one more quick thrust, pulled out, and then teased the edge of my core with his head. Rubbing the slick tip over my swollen bud, my ass muscles clenched, and my legs spread farther in anticipation. I was too weak to protest when he then laid me flat on my stomach upon the bench with my arms bunched up beneath my breasts, my legs tight together and lined up. Straddling me he pushed into me from behind again, peeling my cheeks apart to make room with a practiced gruffness. I tried to spread my legs again, but his steel like legs were a vice on me. His hands pushed down on my back, creating a kneading sensation on my breasts as he pounded me again, the lurching made my breasts struggle for freedom against my pinned arms and back. I couldn’t move, save to flex my leg muscles and curling toes.

Finally I felt that searing pain in my core take flight. My orgasm was tenfold that of my earlier one, as I had been tenderized like a piece of meat by his manhood. My head snapped up and I had a full body seizure wrack my demolished self. A rush of liquid erupted from me, soaking him. It was if he didn’t even notice. He didn’t stop, he just kept flogging me from behind, sending shock waves rippling through me. I could feel the hard muscle of my ass cheeks lurch forward with every punishing blow, the slap of his balls against my skin. Suddenly I released the breath I had been unknowingly holding in with a series of unintelligible whimpers and guttural lurches. With the sounds I made, combined with the continual spasming of my tender pink flesh around him, I heard him breath harder, faster. He mumbled something, I just lifted my ass upwards to him during one of his dives into me. The force of it sent me slamming back on the bench, oddly enough creating another series of orgasmic convulsions through my worn out body. He clenched up, buried completely inside of me. His tip pushed into me farther than any should. I have to admit it hurt as much as it felt good. A good pain though. He released his seed in a scorching hot rush. My God it was hot. I could feel the sticky substance inside me, flowing in a massive pool deep against my womb. It still didn’t stop, the man was insane. More kept filling me until I felt as if my whole body was warmed by it.



Panting, he slid out. Dismounting me he rounded me so I could see the evidence of my destruction. Grabbing my ass he smacked it, placed the gooey head against my mouth, and shoved in. He wasn’t completely hard, but still far too big for any throat. I gagged, then pulled back, immediately licking him clean of it all. Grabbing the thick rod, he swayed it back and smacked my cheek with it. It stung, but I thought it an appropriate end to it all.



“Well that was, interesting Joseph. Good job.” I patted his leg as I rolled onto my back, the strain my body had been through beginning to take its toll. That was all he needed though, as he just gathered his stuff and walked off. No thank you? No good job Jaz? I normally got something. Whatever, I was too far gone to care that much. My whole middle seemed numb. When I stood up I had to waddle over to my clothes. I felt the strange surge of strength flow through me as I walked and as I picked up my clothes from the bench I realized I wasn’t sore anymore.



Okay this was strange. I had never been so totally fucked before. Like ever. And I was fine? The boy had driven himself up to my fucking throat it had felt like. I was so energized though. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t really care that much at the moment. I was too absorbed by the left over sensations tantalizing my body. I wanted more. I had to have more. That pummeling had been so intense yet I needed more. I’d have to find someone later to scratch this itch. For now I gathered my clothes back on, and headed off to my next class.



Joseph had apparently gone home. And not told a soul too so the rest of my day was pretty quiet except for the odd looks I was getting. Like every guy I passed just stopped and stared. No one noticed, not even Jen. I could learn to like this I guess.



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I hadn’t kissed Joseph or wished him good luck for next year I realized as I walked home with Jen silently. I relished the cool breeze that blew across my legs, those legs that still held the residual ache from their continual loss of strength throughout the day. Not enough to alter the way I walked, but enough to remember it. The click of Jen’s heels next to me brought me back to reality.



“So who was he?”



“Mr. Jordan and Joseph.”



“Which was better?”



“Joseph was intense, left me hurting from his size and just sheer power. But Mr. Jordan was dirty and efficient. I couldn’t say which was better.” I also couldn’t hid the blush on my face either.



“Huh, well want to go try on the gowns for grad night?” Was it my imagination or had her step gotten quicker? I could almost hear her heart beat speeding up too.



“What is it Jen? You’re off for some reason.”



“Um, I want to try it.”



“We already did that. It didn’t work.”



“I mean with a guy.”



“Oh, well who with?”



“Your choose. I want you there. I’m too nervous without you.”



Well that caught me off guard. “Well sure, um, two guys one for the each of us?”



“Sure. Sounds good.”



We left it at that, she really was nervous about it. One would think that as beautiful as she was she’d have gotten laid by now. As usual she was in a bright sun dress, yellow today, and those perfect black heels. The perfect fucking attire. She just kept chickening out.



The rest of our day was quiet, save for an awkward call from Joseph. He apparently had freaked out afterwards. “You don’t understand Jaz, you were just flopping around. I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”



“Nah J, it was great. In fact, would you be up for a second go?”



“Absolutely! Um, when?”



I looked over at Jen who was staring wide eyed at the phone, listening as I had it on speaker. “Well if you have a friend, someone I approve of, now would be fine.”



“A friend? Well my brother is Matt you know, the quarterback? He’s nuts, but would be okay with it.”



“Awesome, Come on over ASAP. I have a friend he needs to meet.” Jen was silently freaking out, but I had bagged Matt a couple of times and thought he’d be perfect. He might get a little crazy, but in bed he was so gentle it was cute. Wishing Joseph well I hung up, and waited with a bonkers Jen for my hung bastards to get here.



We were in my room when they arrived. I had changed into a small black dress, similar to Jen’s sun dress, but a little shorter. Just coming past my hips and loosely covering the essentials, I polished it all off with a pair of yellow five inch heels just like her black ones. Underneath I had chosen bright yellow panties that rode low on my hips. As they got there I had to almost drag Jen to the door. Pausing as I clicked the lock open, I turned and kissed Jen.



The boys entered to the sight of my tongue sliding across hers and my moist, bright pink lips gingerly touching her glossy ones. They didn’t say a word. Matt closed the door and Joseph went over to me. Taking me by the hand he led me to my room. Well he started for the couch but I wasn’t down for a bench then a couch. So I chose bed. Matt carried Jen behind us, and set her down on the bed as I stood off to the side.



“Jen, come here.” She slinked over to me at the command. The boys watched as I began to kiss her again. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed, causing her to gasp into my mouth and fall back onto the bed. Matt had been inching over and I just pushed him on top of her. Nature began to take it’s course. Her legs went up and around him, his face was buried in her chest. I felt the strong hands of Joseph close around me from behind and I pressed my ass back against him and began to grind on his constrained bulge.



His hands were everywhere, mine were too. I however had no desire for foreplay. I wanted what had happened earlier again. I pulled my dress over my head, but before I had it off Joseph took it and tied my hands and head within it. My face stretched the fabric as I struggled and moaned into it. My ass kept grinding and his hands undid the tie on the side of my panties. Falling off he caught them, I knew because his hand did it while touching me. He pulled the shirt up to uncover my mouth. Bringing the panties up he wrapped them around my head, the material was stretchy and soft. It still kept my jaw locked with it tied there though, and the evidence of my desire was everywhere. I could taste it and smell it.



He moved me to the bed and bent me over it. I felt Jen’s face beneath mine and could feel her lurch as Matt was apparently already hard at work. She kissed me through the soaked panties, grabbed my head and arms as they were bound together and latched on. Joseph entered me then. It was just like before. I squealed as my body was split in two and he pounded me, burying himself completely each time. Last time he had held back, this time he pushed everything into me every time. I could feel my stomach pushing out and wagered that if I could look at it I’d see my belly swelling outwards as he stretched my everything so much it might have ripped open from any more size. At least it felt like that. My legs were shaking and in a constant state of weakness. Between Jen’s incessant kissing, my bondage, and Joseph ripping my world apart, I came. A fiery release that sent fluid gushing around his manhood. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore by my elbows like I had been doing and my torso just flexed and thrashed. Squealing the whole time. My feet went up and down, the beautiful yellow five inch heels tapping against the floor repeatedly in a hard spasm. With no support from said feet, my waist hit the edge of my bed and yet Joseph didn’t quit. Snagging my tiny waist with those hands he kept it up despite the quaking reactions fighting him.. Just like before he seemed to go deeper with every rough thrust.



Gasping for breaths below me, Jen started making these little whimpering noises, sort of a quiet up and down wail, though it reminded me of an injured animal. If a hurt animal was being impaled and loving it. Her nails dug into my scalp through the thin material of my dress, and she bit down on the scrunched up panties between my lips in a vicious kiss. I was so glad she didn’t get my lips between those teeth, as she was biting/kissing hard.



My breath came out hot and arid on her clamped mouth, and her whimpering turned to a low growl that peaked to a high pitched squeak every time Matt gave her a new thrust. I said I had tried Matt before, and I could imagine her experience. He was large, though not nearly as massive as Joseph. But he had this way with his thrusting that pronounced the ridges of his hard self and gave his victim quite the good time. I could see just barely through the material around my head. Her long tanned legs (she was a good three inches taller than me) snapped straight out while her feet jerked and kicked the air. Toes splayed out and still strapped in her delectable, gleaming black high heels, she eventually went limp and heavy with large gulping breaths that had her chest heaving. I was mesmerized by the way her plump breasts limply rippled with his impact and then centered her obviously paining nipples straight into the air before he slammed deep into her again. With her climax, Joseph and Matt took it as their cue and stopped their rhythmic beatings. Rough is too tame of a word for it, they then proceeded to hit us so hard with their endowed selves that our heads couldn’t stay lined up for anything.



My ass got a hard smack and an enthusiastic slam. I shot forward this time, my unsupported face now buried itself in my best friends cleavage. My own breasts were crushing Jen with their limp weight. Taking a nipple in her mouth she sucked hard, making my back arch and my own bronze legs lock up again. The convulsions started up and I swear the swollen bud at my core must have exploded with ecstasy as Joseph’s balls smacked into it with loud fleshy pops. With the both of us limp and useless, save for Jen’s incessant slurping on my nipple, the guys must have seen and felt too much. With a yelp from Matt and a loud vibrating groan from Joseph, they finished. Through the fabric I saw Matt spew himself on Jen’s stomach, and I felt Joseph flood me again. I milked him, clamping down on him and moving the sore muscles over him to that effect. He grabbed the sides of my back and with a couple jerky thrusts I got more.



My skin soaked with sweat and soaked on the inside from both of our fluids, I just panted and mimicked Jen’s earlier whimpering. It was just so damned hot inside me with it all. My body held it like a dam. My ass held considerably higher than the rest of me by Joseph’s strong hands, the stuff seemed to slush around above my belly as my back sloped down to my squarely on top of Jen chest. Gently stroking my shoulder with her long polished nails, Jen just kept suckling like a content baby. Matt planted his still rigid rod atop her belly and rapped her with it, tempting his own self to maintain it’s strength. I could see and feel her muscles rippling in a hope for more. Or maybe a fear of more. My own plaything was still buried and throbbing inside me.



Ever the needy one, and still turned on from Jen’s nipping mouth, I started grinding against Joseph’s waist again. He wasn’t as hard as he had been, but the thing was still big enough that with that motion I felt another series of quakes rack me after maybe a minute. Matt seemed enthused by it and once hard again pulled Jen’s legs up around his neck, leaned forward, and didn’t give a damn. He fucked, and that’s it. Without a care of how long he lasted he fucked her like an animal. Her heels clicked together as he thrusted. His chest was on the back of my head and her legs against my tied arms.



Once I quieted again, Joseph reached forward and untied me. I raised up a little to get off of Jen, but she dug her nails into my sides and kept trying to milk my swollen chest. Giving her the same consideration, I first stretched forward under Matt and licked his white, salty goo off of her belly. It must have tickled because she giggled into my breast. I gasped from the vibrations and began suckling on her as well. I noticed vaguely Matt pulling out in a rush and heard him shoot himself over Jen’s clean but clenched stomach. I glanced up in time to get a splatter of the stuff on my forehead. I went back to my task without missing a beat, suckling and nipping at my best friends breasts as I forced friction on the mound of flesh inside me until he spilled himself again, and slid himself out. The feel of his sticky exit was exquisite. Once I felt him flop out, I instinctively contracted and flexed around the nothing inside of me. The cool air of the room blew into me and I knew goose bumps must be forming all over me. It took a few moments to get used to the loss of his mass in me.



We didn’t move. We just kept milking and sucking and squeezing. After a while we stopped and noticed the boys had left. Odd I thought, but fine. Walking to the bathroom to clean up and try to dump the what must be gallons of sperm in me out to the toilet I reveled in the contentedness of my body. I was numb and satisfied everywhere. I grabbed a hand towel and wiped off my face before doing anything else. After that I sat gently on the toilet and fingered myself, delving for the fluids I knew must be there. It felt good on my raw, puffy center, and finally I got some out. It dribbled out, but I knew that wasn’t near all of it. Searching for more I managed get it just right and in a rush it blasted out. The water below plopped and I yelped at what I saw. So very much! How the hell was there so much! The entire bowl of the toilet held a layer of the stuff. My toes relaxed after I pulled my sticky, wet fingers out. Looking at them, I remembered what the stuff on Jen’s stomach had tasted like. It had been salty for sure, but there had also been the subtle undertone of apples. My ring, middle, and index fingers were all coated with a fine layer of it. Gingerly I tasted it knowing my taste was there too. It wasn’t bad, though I had an idea that Joseph liked pineapples. I sucked my fingers clean, licking under the nails to get it all. After brushing my teeth I threw on some booty shorts and a tank top. I didn’t bother with underwear. We’d probably just watch a movie or something till my dad got home later.



When I got to the living room though, I found Jen laid back in the recliner with her legs spread onto the arms of it. Probably sore and just wanting to rest she had collapsed there. Quietly I snuck around and looked at her sleeping form. She had tossed a tee shirt of mine on, but that was it. I knelt down in silence, lowered my head to her still glistening pink, and blew on it. She didn’t wake, but her brow furled and her chest lifted as she inhaled a slow, deep breath. I kept blowing a small stream of air on her. Those fingers that had clutched my hair earlier balled into fists and I could see the hard points developing that were her nipples. Her slender midriff contracted as it flexed while she exhaled. Her eyes fluttered and I thought she was going to wake so I stopped blowing. As her eyes stayed closed, I noticed her core getting very wet. A trail leaked out and curved around her anus. Taking advantage of it, I blew there next. This elicited another one of her adorable whimper moans. I had a thought then. Would I dare? I dared. Moving closer and holding my hair back, I let the tip of my tongue touch the juice as it collected by her ass.



Nothing.



Temptation got me, I gave her a gentle lick. Her small anus clenched hard and her legs slid up along the arms of the chair. I spread her moist liquid mixed with my saliva over the small exit. Her stomach rose and I got more whimpers. Her hands instinctively went to her breasts and cupped them. Her nipples were larger than mine though my breasts were bigger. Those prominent nipples jutted out against the baby blue shirt. God her noises were such a turn on for me. I couldn’t believe that she still hadn’t woken though and I was getting into this. During one of the times the tiny hole opened so it could contract again as it flexed, I slid the point of my tongue in. It didn’t get in far, but I was rewarded with a “Yeeaah” from Jen. Fuck me I needed another good demolishing. This was such a bad idea. Her legs closed around my head though and held it tight against her flesh. I was going to get up but now I was face to face with her clitoris and stuck there as she lay still sleeping. Her calves came down and rested on my back. On impulse I opened my mouth wide and gently as always laid it over her soaking pink. Giving her a tender slurp, she yelped awake.



“What the hell Jaz! Oh… Oh… Yea do that, don’t stop. Please Jesus don’t stop.” Her hands came off her breasts and kneaded my scalp, pushing me into her. I let out a guttural moan, sending vibrations through her that must have been heavenly since she shuddered in time with them. Her small orgasm over, she released me. “Jaz, you’re insane.”



I licked her juices off my lips, and held them in the bowl of my tongue. Rising over her I held her face, and looked into her sated eyes. I kissed her, pushing her own sweet nectar into her mouth as I did. Our tongues swirled it around, sharing the taste fully. Eventually I moaned into her and broke the kiss. I left all of our shared delight with her. As I moved off of her she swallowed with a gulp.



We didn’t really talk after that, just turned the tv on and skimmed. She went to my room after telling me she was going to find her panties and take a nap on my bed. I took the couch for my nap.



A few hours later my dad got home, grungy from working at the plant. As usual he made for the fridge, grabbed a beer, and shot off to get cleaned up. I groggily stayed on the couch and simply watched. He had raised me right, I just had developed strong needs. I had long told myself that I would lay none of my problems on his shoulders. But I guess my mother would count as his problem too.



Showered and content with his tattered robe and beer. He plopped down on the recliner that I had tasted Jen on. I rolled over, stretched, and faked waking up.



“Oh hey baby girl. How was your day?” He always tried so hard to be pleasant around me, I could tell he wanted nothing more than to pass out though. Too bad.



“Um, last day of high school; so cool I guess. Oh and mom stopped by and gave me a kiss.” That sounded normal right? I hope so, I had zero experience with mothers.



“What?” He looked like he was either going to faint or crush the can in his hand soon.

“Um, you okay dad?”



He didn’t get a chance to respond. There was a knock at the door. I got up and went to answer it as he sat there, contemplating whatever it was he was contemplating. I peered through the peep hole, and my heart sank.



Mom.



I probably shouldn’t have done this, but I opened the door. Giving me a graceful nod she stepped in. Well rather, she glided in. When did I start dropping acid? She smoothly moved in, and approached my fathers chair.



Weakly, my father managed to get out a “Who’s at the door?” before she got there. Her bare feet touched the floor and her long white robe trailed behind her. Stooping behind him she whispered something I couldn’t make out and he jumped up. “What the hell? When did you… I mean… I thought you… Get out.”



“That’s not the Marcus I remember, the Marcus I do remember would be inviting me somewhere more private instead.”



Yuck yuck yuck!!!



“You haven’t changed Lilith.”



“And you have, you used to be so delightful. What happened?”



“I think you know.”



Well this was all very interesting but I had my own questions. And I didn’t want my dad hearing the answers. Or the questions for that matter. So I tapped her on the shoulder and whispered a request for alone time.



“Of course baby! Marcus! Our little girl wants alone time!”



My father didn’t look in the least bit happy. “Jaz, I’m sorry but no. You have no idea what this woman is.”



“Actually dad? I kinda do. And I need to ask her some questions.” That registered on his face. A mixture of shock and fear. It kind of got to me how terrified he looked.



“Fine,” he said in a whisper, “ask what you need to. I’ll be in the back.”



With that he gone, and my “mother” standing there eying me. She spoke regally, “I knew you would take after me, that’s why gave you the kiss.”



“What was that all about anyways?”



“Well darling, I am a Succubus. Not the cliche mind you, the actual thing. The only pure blood of my kind. It’s very hard for me to get pregnant, it’s only happened a couple of times in my exasperatingly long existence. Your one of them. How old did your father say he was? Fifty, maybe sixty? He’s only thirty eight. That’s the by product of being with me. However it makes me completely immortal. What I gave you was a taste of my power. You won’t be able to do most of what I can do, and I have no idea what powers you’ll inherit except for the look. My children always appear to have that one.”



“And that is?”



“Well, by turning a man on, however slightly, you’ll cause his eyes to glaze over and his mind will be consumed with taking you. You’ll gain immortality to an extant as a side benefit of the sex. You won’t die of any natural causes, and you won’t age. But you’ll still be vulnerable to accidents and murder of course. You won’t make people age faster like I do, but they’ll have a few years shaved off their lives.”



“Okay.”



“Huh? What did you say? Okay? Man you’re taking this well. Most just freak out.”



“I’ve already experienced the effects. A few times today actually.”



“A real go getter? Very cool.” My mother seemed proud, but I didn’t care.



“I just get so turned on sometimes, like so bad that I have to keep my legs apart because of the heat.”



“Yea, that’s your body telling you that you’re hungry. That you need to feed. You’ll be extra potent around men at those moments.”



“Great, I always wanted to be ‘extra potent.’” A roll of my eyes reminded me ask about them. “So, I didn’t really get my eyes from you did I? Yours don’t look anything like mine, they look… normal.”



“Oh these? They’re just something I’m trying out. I can shape shift, it’s quite useful.”



“Will I be able to learn?” Shape shifting sounded cool, and I had a flood of uses in my mind as to what I could do with the power. Most of them naughty, none of them nice.



“Well none of your sisters can, but it might happen. I dunno.”



“You sure don’t act old Lilith.”



“Oh I assure you my dear, I’m very old. Also, remember to get laid often. If you refuse your needs you’ll shrivel up and get all wrinkly. And don’t get with the same prey too often, you expose them to yourself too much and they might die.”



“Gross, I’ll stick with young and not wrinkly please.” I wasn’t really worried about the over exposure part. Plenty of treats to taste I always say.



Lilith was looking at me like she was in judgment of me. I could feel her gaze pass over me. “Decent body, you’ve taken care of it. Hmm, the hair is a little long, but great color and I love the slight waves in it. Delicate shoulders, slender arms, chest not overly large but definitely held high and tight. You obviously know how to work your cleavage. Turn to your side please, thank you, good natural arch in the back. You may face me again. Your waist is definitely thin and stomach tall, almost too thin for my tastes, but the hips flare out perfectly. I’m not sure how you’re as short as you are with your legs seeming so long though. I must say I do like your legs, the muscle definition is exquisite. And your skin; I normally go with a porcelain tone but the deep tan you have is valuable to many these days. You shouldn’t have any problems finding food.”



“Um, thanks?” Well that was interesting, having my mother rate my body was not something I would have predicted or wanted. “Anything else I should know about this?”



“Oh yes, feed at least once a day. If you stay healthy, and by that I mean well fed dear, you won’t need human food. Also as long as you keep it up, your body will never change. You can lounge around all you want as long as you do enough fucking on the side.” Gross… Mom telling me to ‘fuck enough?’ Wonderful.



“Finished?” Cocking my hips to the side and resting a hand on it I gave her a pouty look, hoping to get the point across that I was bored. I think it just turned her on. “I’ve got a friend in the back who needs to get home soon.”



“Friend?”



“Girl, not guy.”



“Ah, poor food source there, great for fun though.”



“True, but mostly just a friend.”



With a gleam in her eye she angled for me to leave, bluntly. “Okay, take her and go. Your father and I need to talk now anyways.”



“I bet you do.” Not really caring though I trotted back to my room, conscious of Lilith following me until she took a left at my fathers room. As I got to my room I heard his door click shut. Whatever, he deserved her I guess. Entering my own room I woke Jen with tickling hands on her sides as she lay face down on top of the sheets.



“Ah! Jaz quit it!” Laughing she flipped off her belly, spinning quickly she wrapped her legs around me and pinned me to the sheets. Hands on my wrists and her warm core pressed tightly through the thin layers of clothing that were her panties and the shirt scrunched on my belly, I could feel the mood change. She didn’t say anything, just bent her head and gave a hard nip to my left nipple. I gasped, the pain of it was exquisitely delicious. From her leaning position above me her eyes glanced up, and she bit a little harder. She didn’t break skin, but she had been close. I managed to free a hand and wrap it around her neck. Yanking her neck up to my needy mouth I suckled and nibbled on the nerve there that always got me going when done to me. Her chest heaved against mine and I quickly gave her ear lobe a suck before going back to her neck. Her legs squeezed around me, nails dug into me and scraped along my skin.



“Oh god Jaz, now I need to fuck again. Let’s go surprise Matt and his brother at their place.”



I just nodded and we got up. Climbing out of the bed, chests panting and selves moist. She stole some tiny jean shorts that left the curve of her ass to greet the world out of my closet and flip flops. I had to change my shirt, it had a wet spot on it from Jen, so I chose a loose fitting shirt that I had cut up for Halloween one year. Well, it had been loose fitting. Now years later it bunched my breasts up as well as a new push up bra. The bottom of the shirt fell maybe an inch from the base of the bra. I found my earlier flip flops and we headed out.



It was dark outside, when had it become night time? The boys didn’t live far, just on the other side of the neighborhood. Taking a shortcut through an alley, between two apartment complexes, we didn’t notice the shadows closing in on us until a hand wrapped around my waist.



“Jen run!” Thank god she did. She bolted, she was a sprinter for school and I felt fairly confident they couldn’t catch her. I however, was now face planted against a brick wall with a large and sweaty beast behind me. This was supposed to be a safe neighborhood! How the hell did this happen?



“Oh look! We found a pretty one tonight!” a high pitched and giggling voice came up from a distance behind me. “Bobby… Bobby… Bobby… I want some fun too, let the poor girl get comfortable. Take her inside.” I felt something hit the side of my head. I was out after that.



———————————–



It was bright as I woke up, my eyes fluttering open. Eventually I noted the source of the light as being some sort of high powered lamp. Other than the lamp’s searing heat beating down on me the room was barren and dark. Concrete walls encased me, with an old wooden door being the only thing to break the gray surroundings. When I tried to move, my head hurt. I was sluggish too. The door creaked open, and through it passed a stringy man with blonde dreadlocks covering his face.



“Hello hello hello! Oh so pretty, did you know you’re pretty? I think your pretty. May I touch you?” he closer the distance between us and I tried to roll off the table I was laying on. I only managed to lean away from him. The movement disoriented me greatly. His gross fingers poked my stomach with a rough jab. “Oh yes, so soft, so delicate. I like your hair too! May I touch it?” Still zoned out from my failed roll, I felt his fingers clutch a lock of my hair and yank. The greasy fingers slid through my hair. I almost vomited. I was going to kill him, I knew that much.



“Fuck me please.” It came out as a whisper, a whine that caused my world to rock. It had not been a good idea to speak. I was so very weak. Not sure what they had given me and already done to me, I just wanted it over with. And I thought I might could get a hold of his life as I took it in his climax. If I could, I’d kill him. I’d take it all.



His bug eyes grew wide. “Me? Oh, I’m not supposed to. You’re for Bobby. Bobby would be mad if I touched his new toy. Are you sure he’d be mad? I am. He’d beat me till I died.” His head was spasming out as if it was short circuiting.



“Please, inside me.” Was all I could get out.



That did it. His hands ran though my hair leaving greasy streaks and he bit down hard on my neck. It definitely was not a turn on. Humping the air like a dog beside me I could tell his eyes had glazed over. I had him. Struggling to move, I slid my hands to my waist. My shorts were gone. The panties were at an odd angle. It took a massive effort on my part but I wiggled them off, finding my shorts at my ankles and removing them too with a weak kick. Now I had to roll. This was going to blow but he wasn’t helping me. He just stood against me and humped the desk lightly, making these weird chuckling noises.



“I’m gonna fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you.” Giggling he patted his hands on me, swatting at my tiny shirt. Eventually I managed to weakly roll over, hanging my legs off the side of the table and lay chest down on the rough wooden table. He didn’t do anything save for speed up his table humping.



Another monstrous effort, “Inside me, I’m ready.” He pulled down his jeans in a rapid twist of his warped hips. Gripping my waist he got behind me and humped, missing me entirely. His flesh slapped against my ass but he couldn’t slow down enough to get inside. I reached around and gripped his manhood. He was maybe average sized, but when I touched him there he went deathly still. I guided him to my entrance. Once against it I released him, and he resumed his humping. Like a dog he pumped into me. Light and fast. The table shook as I went limp from the efforts I had put into this and I just took it. It wasn’t enjoyable in the least. I couldn’t get wet, yet my dryness didn’t seem to matter to him. With gruff yelps and growls I felt him finish. At that time I felt silvery slivers of life pull into me. I grabbed them with my soul, slurping up everything I could. His humping never ceased until he had collapsed and curled up in a rigid ball.



“What is dis? You hurt poor Joey?” Feeling slightly better I looked back and saw a massive figure enter the room.



“Joey tried me out, why don’t you?” I figured after the side affects of whatever was in me had subsided some from Joey’s life, I should get more. Plus this dude didn’t seem to be the brightest apple.



“He did what? Bad Joey. Bad bad. Supposed to be mine, I caught you, you mine. I take what is mine. I break you now” Wow that was simple! He didn’t even have the glazed over look! He thundered over, unbuckling his giant pants. I looked forward and braced myself for round two of the shitty sex mobile.



Wrong, Joseph had been massive. This guy was fucked up. I screamed and shouted obscenities at him as he grabbed my tiny hips and plunged into me. Oh god it hurt, but at least I was getting turned on and wet now. My hips might have been a third of his girth, and as he crushed into me I was pinned and pained by the table edge scraping into my thighs. My feet were doing the tap dance and scraping across the floor again as he slowly thrusted. I could feel the bones between my legs straining not to break as he pushed them apart. Eventually I became numb and pleasure started rolling in. I moaned at him and stroked the chubby fingers latched onto my lower back. He must have liked that because he immediately started pounding. His gut caved around my pert ass with every contact, and his member caused my legs to lock up and release every time he entered then exited me. He grabbed my hair with one hand, and kept the other splayed out on my lower back. He pushed down on my back and pulled my head back to him. That pain was perfect. Ass horizontal to him and chest still wrapped in the micro shirt, it blazed out in the air as my back strained against the pressure.



“You ready for me to break you now?” I had no idea what he meant, and didn’t care. With that I swear he started fucking my heart. My gut swelled with each entrance and oh did I come. My juices spewed onto him, lathering him and allowing him the needed lubricant to enter me fully. My mouth was gaping open as he suddenly released my hair and grabbed my jaw. My position didn’t change but those puffy fingers were now shoved in my mouth, locking my jaw open. I couldn’t go limp. The shock from his penetration was new each time it happened.



There was a problem. He wasn’t finishing. It had to of been at least twenty minutes by the time I realized he wasn’t going down anytime soon. My back was hurting from the sustained force and the split between my legs was numb. The penetration felt great, but everything else was in pain. Eventually he released my head. It flopped down and smacked the table. Hard. I was pretty sure my nose was bleeding but couldn’t move my weak arms to check. Dragging me off the table while still drilled inside of me, he finally allowed me to fall into complete limpness. Holding my hips like a vice so he could continue, I was bent over to such an extreme that my shoulders almost hit my knees with his thrusts. Well he wasn’t really thrusting as much as he was using me like a toy. He’d pull me off like a glove and slam me back with a squelching sound to the base of him. Every once in a while he’d bury me under his gut and just roll my hips on him. I actually began to enjoy the feeling of his massive waist encompassing my slight hips. But all of this wasn’t doing it for him. And I couldn’t concentrate enough to try and suck out his life without his climax.



“Gah… gah… gah…” I spurted out with every impalement. Each use of my body like a masturbation toy elicited its own quick “gah” sound. Feeling him grow harder inside me I realized his weakness. His next thrust I gave him a pathetic gurgling sound and concentrated on staying as lifeless as possible. Apparently he liked thinking that I couldn’t take him, that he was too much for my tiny body. I didn’t have to fake it, just pronounce the weak noises I made. Sliding my feet under him I forced him to hold the small amount of weight I had been supporting. I was now under his total domination. My hair was splayed out past my head, so I rolled my head in to create more of a flopping effect that tossed the wavy stands like a gorgeous mop on the floor. If i could have seen my once delicious ass I would have been shocked at the tenderized redness it was now. Hearing the moans and gurgling noises, he pushed his thumbs hard against the flesh of my ass. I flexed my back in pain, he was so strong.



And he was so damn good at this.



I was probably going to be bleeding internally after this was all said and done. Hell, I probably already was to an extant. Bobby, the man standing behind me thrusting his engorged third god damned leg into me, had been pile driving my limp and tiny eighteen year old body for almost two hours. For the longest time he had been satisfied just holding me to him, and using me like a toy. Recently however he had changed to laying me sprawled out on the floor. The concrete was cold against my large breasts, they were also becoming quite raw from being sloshed against the rough surface with only the tiny ripped shirt I had put on for Joseph as a cushion. His fleshy body wrapped around my sore backside, encompassing me as he filled me.



With a panting I hadn’t noticed, big Bobby spoke. “You want me to finish little girl? I’m tired. But you have not come for me. I try, but you just slide around. I’m gonna finish now.”



Before he began thrusting too much again, and before I was pushed into a form of pain and pleasure so great again that I couldn’t think, I let him have it. “Fucking… idiot… I’ve come on your dick… more times… than you can… probably count. You’re too… fucking big… you damn… old ass animal.” Every breath was difficult for me, my filled core stretched far past what I could have ever imagined happening. I managed to turn my head to look at his face, I caught the surprise registered on it and felt his quiverings as he began to finish mid-thrust.



This was it, I began to feel his life-force trickle in. Just a small amount as he mashed himself fully within me, kneading and flexing inside me, coaxing his own release. It was much more difficult to take hold of his life-force than his maniac partner’s had been. The swelling mass that had flogged me from behind for such an unnatural time still caused my body to concede small thrashing orgasms over the course of his build up. But as it trickled in, my strength returned doubly so. It hit me though, he wasn’t a bad man, at least he hadn’t acted as such. He just seemed a little on the slow side.



“Oh, little little… lady… I am going to enjoy this… so tight so small… many times over… you stay here with me for a long time… you feel so good… ugh…” He flexed and strained inside me, and I felt a small amount of his seed squirt into my cavity. “Oh so good around me, you will never leave my room!”



“Sure thing.” As if! The beginnings of his orgasms gave me such strength, I could even lean on my elbows. Keep me here forever? Fuck that! I dragged and dragged more of him into my soul.



“Oooh!” He exclaimed as he violently finished. His thick fingers gripped my raw, tiny ass and buried it in his gut again. I was really getting some confidence in my abilities now, and I sucked him dry. Only a slight moan escaped him as he doubled over and fell on top of me. The rush though, it felt amazing. I didn’t feel as wonderful as I had earlier, the destruction he had wrought must have taken much of his life force to heal, but it didn’t take much effort to roll him off. With a crunching sound he flopped to the hard floor. Another disgusting sound filled the room as he was ripped out of me, plopping to the floor. I counted, three fucking seconds of horrid, squelching noises as it slid out of me. I felt like I was missing half my mass. I felt broken.

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