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Montana by ShannonQ I was driving all the way from my hometown in New York City to Seattle. I had finally received a call from my theatrical agent that I had gotten a good part in a play opening there and if things went well, we'd open on Broadway. I was a lucky guy. After a nightlong party with my friends, I took off in my old beaten up Datsun to go cross country. I didn't have much sleep so when I really got tired, I'd stop in some motel for the night. This was September 25th and I was due for my first rehearsal on October 10th. Plenty of time to get there. I didn't land the leading role but it was a substantial part. I was to play the villian who is killed by the hero in the last act of the play. Many great stars got their starts playing the bad guy. Rod Steiger, Bruce Dern and Lee Marvin to name three. Maybe that would happen for me. At least, I hoped so. I got out of New York City just as the rush hour started building up going the other way. One thing I would not miss about this city was the congestion. I was taking I-90/94 all the way to the West Coast. I had the windows open and my favorite oldies station on as I sang many of the songs that were being played on it. About one hundred miles out, the station started to fade so I kept on flipping the dial until a similar one came on. I drove like this until it all caught up to me about 3pm. I had driven almost three hundred miles. Not bad for a guy who had been up drinking most of the night. I pulled off the Interstate, stopped at a Mickey D's for something to eat then to a Motel 6 for a room. I had more than two thousand dollars on me, all in travelers checks. I paid for the room, took one bag in, turned on the air conditioning to get the staleness of the room out, grabbed a quick shower then turned on the television and flipped around until I saw something of interest. The next thing I knew I woke up at nine o'clock with the TV blasting. I turned it off and went back to sleep. This kept up for all the days I was on the road. The only large city I had to go through was Chicago. It took me hours to get from one end to the other. Passing into Wisconsin I was free and clear. Plus after Illinois there were no more tolls to pay. When I crossed the Mississippi River into Minnestoa, I noticed that the speed limits increased. I found another Motel 6 halfway through the state and since I was ahead of schedule I decided to stop. I had a nice dinner that night. No fast food. I flirted with the young pretty waitress and she teased me back. We ended up sleeping together that night. Man, she knew how to give oral sex. When I awoke the next morning she was sleeping naked with no covers. She was on her stomach with her legs spread so I could see her pussy staring at me. I took a shower, shaved, and when I walked back out, she was still sound asleep. Tired from all that lovin', I thought smiling at her beautiful body as she snored slightly. I put my room key on her clothes, grabbed my stuff and sneaked out, leaving a note thanking her for the great time we had. I got an egg mcmuffin and ate it as I jumped back onto the Interstate going west. I tried to remember her name. Mine was Phil Gregory. About five foot- eight, one hundred and fifty pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, handsome face, solidly built. I knew most girls were attracted to me and I had little trouble getting many to sleep with me. Yes, the real hot ones were out of my league but even the ones left weren't dogs either. I kind of liked these 'girl next door' types better than the hot models. They didn't expect a guy to lavish them with all kinds of things to win them over. Just a nice dinner and a movie then over to my place. I struck out with a few of them but more often than not, she gladly went to bed with me. I guess she needed a man's hardenss just as I wanted her wet pussy. When I hit the middle of South Dakota, the traffic slowed. We were down to one lane due to road construction. Sometimes I sat for a half an hour waiting for the flagger to let our side of the road through. I stopped off at Wall Drug being curious about it. From five hundred miles in Minnesota there were signs upon signs advertising about Wall Drug Store. I laughed at one sign that said "Free Ice Water at Wall Drug" 250 miles away. By the time I got there I wasn't laughing. I was thirsty, sweating because the heat in the west hadn't let up yet. Plus hungry. I ate there, had lots of ice water, then looked around. A lot of it was tourist trap stuff but there were interesting things as well. The tourist season was over but they stayed open year around. I found a motel and settled in. I wasn't too far from the Wyoming border. I hoped that the Interstate was clear there. Things went really well the next day. I even drove up to Mount Rushmore to see the four presidents. I was awed by the work that had been done by the people who carved it out. Hardly anyone was there so I spent a good twenty minutes just staring. I jumped in my faithful Datsun and finally drove the sixty miles out of South Dakota into Wyoming. Now there was a desolate place. The only thing that made the drive worthwhile were the mountains in the distance. It took me over two hundred miles to get close to them. I was amazed how majestic these peaks were. I read about them in books and saw them in films but nothing like this. I made my through Wyoming that day and drove into a large expanse of flat land. I slowed down at the Custer Battlefield Memorial. I looked at the Little Big Horn River. Now that was a real disappointment! That wasn't a river, it was just a tiny stream. A six year old could straddle it. I pictured it being like the Mississippi or the Missouri Rivers. I just shook my head. It was late at night when I pulled into Billings. I was doing better on my money so went to a Holiday Inn. As I got my two bags out of the trunk, I noticed some lightning flashes in the west. I thanked my lucky stars that I stopped when I did. I got my room, showered, shaved my two day growth, and went down to the lobby to find the restaurant. With the gas, meals, and lodging I only spent four hundred dollars. It was October 1st so I still had plenty of time. I tried flirting this young waitress but she wasn't having any of it. She was a tall blonde with her hair braided and put up. Very slim, extremely beautiful face with absolutely no makeup. With a complexion like that, she didn't need any. Not even around her blue eyes. I was a bit disappointed by the rebuff but by the time I finished my meal, paid the bill, left a tip I was ready to turn in. "You didn't hear all that lightning and thunder last night?" the desk clerk asked me the next morning as I checked out. "No I didn't, not one thing. When is this rain supposed to let up?" "Well the center of this storm is still two hundred miles to the west. So it will be slow going until is passes through." "I was anxious to try the no speed limits here," I smiled. "They don't permit speeding like that under these conditions." "Well thanks." I picked up belongings and headed to the parking lot. A young man had a huge golfers umbrella and stayed with me until I got in. I waved my thanks and returned to the Interstate. My trip started going downhill from there. The rains increased. My windshield wipers couldn't keep up with the cloudburst. Montana had no speed limits but I stayed under 40mph. Traffic on I-90/94 was so slow. Even experienced truckers weren't going any faster than I was. After about two hours west of Billings, I saw a sign. Road Construction Ahead. Take Detour Route. "Dammit," I snapped, furious that I had to go out of my way in weather like this. I looked out the side window to see cattle standing there grazing in this rain. 'Stupid animals,' I thought. I was behind an eighteen wheeler and decided to just follow him. He pulled off the main road and onto the alternate one. I dialed around and found a music station that sounded halfway decent and tried to relax. I was about two hundred feet behind the truck so I got very little of his spray. On and on we went. For hours. Sometimes as slow as 15mph. By that time things were getting dark. The lights to my car weren't casting much light even though I had my brights on. The heavy rains continued. I didn't see the hairpin turn until the truck slowed down to make it. I would have rear ended him if I followed. I went on to a dirt road. Actually a mud road. I looked for a driveway to turn around in but found nothing. Just rain and emptiness. I cursed myself for driving so absent mindedly. Slowly I noticed my lights dimming. "Oh crap," I mumbled. Remembering a guy back in New York telling me that it looked like my alternator was going. It was down to just one lane for both ways. I just hoped that no other vehicle was coming in my direction. After another hour, I saw a light on the right side of the road. It was a house! "Thank goodness." I felt relieved. There was a small wooden bridge over the ditch that had become a raging river almost overlapping onto the road. I turned slowly into it. Then panic hit, the bridge was swaying. I rolled down my window to see. It was actually falling apart. Then my Datsun started tilting sideways to the passenger side. There was nothing I could do. It began to slip into the stream. I had to do something and quick. As it hit the water, I leaped out of my open window just as the car fell all the way in. I grabbed for something, anything. There was a piece of the wooden bridge still attached to the land. I hung on to it for dear life. I saw the shadow of my car being swept down stream with all my clothes and other belongings. My legs were in the water. It was very cold. I thought I might go into hypothermia. I held on tightly trying to pull myself onto the land. I must have struggled for more than half an hour. It was so dark and there was no visibility due to the rain. But the light still shined like a beacon. Finally I found myself laying face first in the mud. After resting briefly, I got up slipping and sliding toward the house. I felt like a drunken sailor weaving from side to side not getting anywhere. Slowly but surely I was making progress. I stumbled several times until I was at the steps, totally worn out. I made my way to the door. I pounded it with my fists. When it opened, I fell on my face. I looked up to see an angel. She had long redhair, a very beautiful face and wore a white gown from neck to toe. I saw that she had what looked to be satiny ballet slippers. That's when I blacked out. Chapter Two When I awoke, I found myself all dry and in a large bed. Every muscle in my body hurt. I strained to see what was in the room. It was dark except for a few candles emitting a tiny bit of light. Then I saw my angel. She was sitting in a comfortable chair staring at me. "I'm happy you're awake," she said softly. "Where am I?" I asked. It sounded like a grade 'B' movie line. "My place. You're safe here." I sat up noticing I had a pair of mens pajamas on. They had to be an extra extra large. I was swimming in them. "John, would you be so kind to get our guest some soup and a decanter of wine?" my angel asked. "Yes Mistress." A huge black man stepped out of the shadows. I mean this guy was big! I estimated him to be six foot-nine or ten. Very muscular with hardly any body fat. He looked like a professional football player or maybe a boxer of some kind. The black man wore a white tshirt and some satiny looking dark shorts. He quickly opened the door and quietly closed it behind him. "That man is a giant!" I told her, amazed. "Oh John? Yes he's big all right but very gentle." "He called you Mistress, does he work for you?" "Yes he does." She got up, walked over and sat near me on the bed. Her cool hand felt my forehead. "It looks like your fever has broken. I think you will be fine in a few days." "How long have I been sleeping?" "Five days." "Five days? Damn, I've got to be in Seattle by the 10th." "First of all there is no profanity spoken in this house whatsoever. Not even a mild word like you just expressed. Secondly, you are not in any condition to travel for at least a week. Thirdly, you have no transportation that I can see." "I lost my car in that ditch because of a swift current." John returned with a tray. He set it on a small table with two chairs. My angel guided me over to it and helped me sit down. She was right, I wasn't in any condtion to travel today. I noticed that she had amazing strength in her arms, but she was very gentle with me. It was then I noticed that her long straight hair fell all the way down to her ass. Every hair in place. She had green eyes. Sharp and clear. An exquisite face and complexion. Her limbs were slim. Her breasts weren't that large but with the way she was built, they weren't out of proportion. In fact, they were perfect. She wore an copper colored silky gown similar to the one in white when I literally fell at her feet weak as a kitten. She sat down opposite of me. "What is your name?" she asked. "Phil Gregory," I replied after swallowing a tablespoon of a tasty chicken soup. "What's yours?" "I am called Cassandra," she smiled for the first time. "Ummmm, that will be all for a while John," she ordered that mountain of a man. "Find the three whose turn it is and tell them I'll be there shortly." "Yes Mistress," John obeyed and left the room. "What do you do for a living, Phil?" she asked. "I'm an actor. I'm on my way to Seattle for the part in a new play." "Are you the leading man?" "No, but I am one of the major characters." "I see, do you enjoy acting?" she asked holding her hands in her lap. She was both dainty and feminine which only added to her stunning appearance. It was dark in the room but my eyes were adjusting to it. "Yes, I want to make it a career." "Well, you are an attractive man," she stated matter of factly. "If you do well, there is no reason why you can't succeed. It is hard work, but you look like you're not afraid of that." "It isn't work if you love doing it," I repied. 'Attractive man, eh? I wonder if she has the hots for me?' The thought ran through my mind. She was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She refreshed my wine glass, and smiled. "Wine is good for you. In moderation, of course," she said. "I think it will help you on your way to recovery." "I think I'm fine now." "No, you're not," she replied sternly. "It will take you about five days to a week for you to be strong enough to travel again. You had quite a time of it." "But what about the play? Rehearsals start on the tenth." "Today is the tenth." "Oh shi.......I mean, oh no." "I am sure there will be other openings for you in the near future." She stood up and made her way to the window. Opening the heavy drapes and pushing the curtain aside, Cassandra revealed to me the weather. It was a blinding blizzard outside. "Even if you had your car, there is no way you can travel in that." My heart sank. "No, I can't." "You need your rest." Cassandra pulled the curtains the way they were and closed the drapes. The room darkened quickly. "You'll stay here as my guest until things clear up." She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then she left. The touch of her lips on my forehead still seared with a pleasureable warmth. I was extremely tired and made my way back to bed carrying my glass of wine. I went into the bathroom to take a whiz then climbed back into bed. I was out in no time. I don't know how long I had slept but when I awoke, I felt much better. At the foot of the bed there were slacks, a polo shirt, white socks and loafers awaiting me. I staggered to the bathroom yawning to whiz again. I noticed that there was a toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, shaving cream, brush and comb set. I guess they were meant for me. I took off my oversized pajamas to throw them into the hamper. There was a tshirt and boxer shorts in white sitting on the top. After showering and my grooming, I got dressed. Everything fit me so well. I walked out of the room noticing the temperature inside was just right. I looked up and down the hall not knowing where to go. I opened the door right across from me. That's when I received the shock of my life. Cassandra was sitting upright on a chair. There were three naked men standing in front of her. They were all as big and as muscular as John. In fact John was standing right up to her face. Her mouth engulfed his long thick penis. I stood there, stunned. She calmly took John's penis from her mouth and turned toward me. "Phil, would you mind going downstairs and waiting for me in the livingroom?" she asked as if everything were normal. "Certainly." I couldn't get out of there soon enough. I closed the door as quickly but as quietly as I could. I found the spiral staircase at the end of the hall. Everything was in a beige color. The carpeting was plush. Like brand new. I got into the livingroom and sat down on the sofa facing the fireplace that had a hot blaze to it. I stared at the flames but Cassandra was on my mind. This beautiful flaming redhead was giving John and two others blowjobs! Why? Maybe that's why they called her Mistress and looked to be very loyal to her. My mind kept on playing over and over the scene I just observed. It amazed me. It seemed like an hour when Cassandra suddenly appeared before me. She wore an emerald satin or silky long gown just like the other two. She sat on the opposite side of the sofa from me. "Hungry?" she asked. "Yeah, a little." She reached behind her and rang a small bell. Almost immediately another tall, muscular man walked in. I noticed he was barefoot. They all were. "Ben, be a sweetheart and make Phil here one of your great omelets. Bring the usual fixings as well." "Yes, Mistress," he obeyed and left. "I suppose you are wondering what I was doing up there," she smiled, putting a little bit of water to her lips. She swallowed it. Then placed the glass behind her on an end table. "It did cross my mind." "It is very complicated to explain so let's wait until after you've eaten." "Okay." I had no inclination to badger her about this. After all, it was her mansion and she had a right to do what she wished. I was curious to what the answer might be but not nosy enough to press it. Ben appeared and laid a tray before me. There was a giant omelet, buttered toast, an array of jams, and hot tea. As I dug in, I saw Cassandra look out the window. "I haven't seen this much snow in such a long time," she commented. "It's still snowing out?" The omelet was delicious. It had salsa in the middle. The toast was just right and so was the tea. I didn't realize how hungry I was. "Yes, and lots of it." "Am I snowed in?" "For a few days at least. Our road is always the last one plowed by the county." She turned her attention back to me. "How old are you, Phil?" "Twenty-four." She nodded as if I had just confirmed her guess. "Do you have family?" "Yes, back in New York. My parents and a sister who's two years younger than me," I said, still stuffing my mouth. "Plus the usual aunts, uncles and cousins." "Are you from the city itself or in another part of the state?" "No, I live in the Big Apple itself." "I see," Cassandra nodded. "Are you close to them?" "Kinda," I admitted to her. "I never got to see them too much in the last year or so. You know. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, birthdays, and anniversaries. I was so busy with my work and acting, I seldom had the time to see much of them lately." "What kind of work did you do?" "I was a law clerk." She nodded. "And you came west to seek fame and fortune as an actor?" "Yes, I did." I stuffed the last of my meal into my mouth and washed it down with some tea. It was all very delicious. Cassandra rung the bell. When Ben appeared, she nodded toward my tray. "Thanks," I smiled at the giant of a man as he picked it up to take back to the kitchen. "You're welcome, sir," he said politely and left. Cassandra put her head in her hand and looked straight into my eyes. They were so green and so beautiful. She took a finger to twirl her hair about the digit. "What did you observe upstairs when you found me?" "Ummmmm, giving John oral sex?" She nodded, "Do you have any reason you may think of me doing this?" "You like doing it?" I shrugged. She took her hand from head, sat up, put both of her hands into her lap. So prim, so proper, so womanly. "What I am about to tell you you may not believe." "Try me." "I am a vampire." "A what!" I laughed. "I thought vampires drank blood! Not blowing men." She looked a little agitated but went on. "There is no such thing as blood sucking vampires, that is just a myth from Bram Stoker down to Ann Rice and everyone in between. There was no such thing as people called vampires sucking the life of another human being draining their blood. That was because vampirism became popular in Victorian Times when writers of reputation could not mention anything sexual in their literature so they changed it to blood sucking instead of human secretions. I suppose they had to sell their novels to the public but it is all falsehoods. We aren't killers. We exist on male semen. Male vampires exist on womens discharges. This blood stuff was their imaginations running amuck. None of them would know a vampire if one kicked them in their head. Since the beginning of time, all vampires survived on the secretions from the opposite sex. Stories about sucking the life's blood out of their victims is a farce. I find it hard to keep from laughing that we are dangerous people." I found amusement in what she said as she reached behind her and drank some more water from the crystal glass. "Vampires don't die," I stated thinking of the movie 'Interview With A Vampire'. "No, we don't. We are born human like you are, we are turned, and then live for as long as this earth exists," Cassandra said very calmly. "We can be killed, but that is very rare." "How old are you?" I asked, feeling cynical. "I am over six thousand years old, give or take a decade or two." I tried to hold the laughter in, but failed to do so. It started with a shaking in my belly then eventually erupted into a full loud laugh. I thought Cassandra would become angry with me but her eyes showed her amusement over my laughing. She waited for me to regain my composure. "That occurs all the time to everyone I ever told," she smiled. "At first it made me upset, but when I looked at it from your point of view it is very humorous. I know that you don't believe me, but it is not annoying me any longer." "Are all these humungous guys here vampires, too?" "Not at all. They supply me with what I need to live. Their semen." "How many do you have?" "Twelve in all. I milk three everyday. Then another three, another three, another three, then I start all over again. Giving me their semen keeps me alive and the oral sex I return causes them to have fantastic orgasms." "Do you insist them calling you Mistress?" "I do. It is out of respect for me. I provide them with everything they need for their entire lives. Food, clothing, shelter, and oral sex. In return they work for me and for that I do demand their admiration." "You know, Cassandra. I find this all hard to believe." "Come with me." She held her hand out to me. I took it, stood up and let her lead me to the end of this large house. She hit a button and an elevator door opened. She held my hand all the way down. It seemed to go along way underground. When the doors opened it was all white with an antiseptic odor. A very pretty nurse stood up and nodded. "This is our dispensary. These hold my men who serviced me for many years." She led me into a large room containing twelve beds. "A few are very close to death," she whispered. "Mistress," a very old man looked up at us. He tried getting up but a soft touch from her made him lay back in his bed. He looked to be very comfortable. "No Jacob, my dear friend," she kissed him on his cheek. "You rest." "Yes, Mistress." The man looked to be in his late eighties or early nineties. He also appeared to be in his last days. Cassandra showed me all twelve who previously served her. They were from sixty to ninety. She greeted and kissed everyone of them. Held their hands in a loving manner. I felt touched by her devotion to them. She talked softly and always wore a wide affectionate smile. She gave them all equal time. One man cried that he couldn't get it up one more time for her. She shushed him kindly and said he had done well for all those years. On our way out, she stopped by the nurse and had a whispered conversation I couldn't make out. The nurse looked to be in her twenties. "That is Connie," she informed me after we returned to the livingroom. We sat closer to the fire in different chairs. "She will work for me until she is forty, I will pay her one million dollars in cash, and then I will find a replacement for her," she explained. "I have two others who work shifts. They rotate and work six days a week. I have two others who will come in give them a day off. All of them are handsomely paid." "How much do you have?" "Lets just say, Bill Gates has nothing on me, but I've been at it far longer than him," she smiled warmly. The glow from the fire made her face that more comely. She was starting to make me believe her. I had a million questions but I figured it could wait. "Do you ever seduce any of these men?" I asked. "No," she shook her head. "I shouldn't have sex with a male." "Why not?" "I just shouldn't." She was evasive. "Besides, I prefer other women." "Why not a male? I mean, I'm not asking you to fu......sleep with me, I'm just curious that you give these men oral sex, but don't have any other things to do with them." "There are consequences," she admitted. "What are the consequences?" "Men who have relations with me are turned into women. That's a curse I was given." "Oh come now," I waved her off. A tear rolled down her cheek. "There are times that I get so lonely for female companionship." I had no reply to that. We were quiet for a while as I heard her silently weep. I never knew that vampires had feelings. Hell, she could get one of the guys to have sex with her and they'd do it gladly. "Do women turn into men when you have sex with them?" I asked breaking the silence. She shook her head. Now my barriers were up again. I had almost believed this bullshit but now I knew I had a gorgeous redhead with a screw loose as we sat staring at the fire. I looked around the room and noticed many books up on the shelves. "Think I can read one of those?" I asked. I had to get my mind off of these things. She was a real whacko and I couldn't wait to get out of there. When in the hell is this blizzard going to let up? I thought, grimly. She nodded and continued to look at the fire. The flames weren't roaring anymore. I got up, walked to the shelves to look at some titles. A lot of them were of the occult, witchcraft, and other things related to it. That was of no interest to me. I saw a few Shakespeare and grabbed Hamlet. I could pretend that I was one of the characters and actually picture myself playing that part. "Goodnight, Cassandra," I said passing her by going back to my room. She said nothing. I figured she was in a funk and it was best to leave her alone. Chapter Three Three halfway through Hamlet, I felt tired. I turned off the light by my bedside and settled in to get a good night's rest. Cassandra's face kept popping into my mind. I pictured her as a normal woman. Not like I had been told by her. That she was my wife, we had kids, a nice home in an exclusive suburb somewhere with a picket fence. Smoke coming out of the chimney. She was wearing a knee length cotton summer dress and waved to me happily as I pulled up in our driveway. Her long redhair reflected the setting sun's light as her and our two kids ran to greet me. She kissed me on the lips, asked how was my day, and held my arm to her breast as we walked into our dream house. Inside, she had cooked my favorite meal. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, fresh bread, butter and large sparkling glasses of ice water. I slid the chair underneath her as she sat. My wife and kids were watching me carve the roast. All looking at me lovingly. After everyone had enough meat on their plate, we passed around the rest of the dishes. I asked the kids how school was. They answered fine. Then I turned my attention to Cassandra, she looked at me seductively. I could read what was on her mind. To get the kids to sleep and we could have relations. Cassandra was waiting for me after I checked to see if our children were all tucked in and sleeping. She wore some sexy white baby doll pajamas. She kissed me lovingly pulling me on top of her. I was hard as a rock. We kissed for a long time, I kneaded her breasts. I felt her pelvic area lifting to my throbbing cock. I was about to enter her when everything faded from me. I woke up in a cold sweat. My bedsheets were soaked too. I felt between my legs. My manhood was flaccid. I got up and went into the bathroom. No, I didn't have a wet dream. Yet the visions in my sleep seemed too real. I took off all my clothes and hung them over the rod by the shower. I hunted down some other things to wear. I found another tshirt and boxers. The spot was still wet from my sweat but the bed was so large, I moved over to the other side. I managed to get back to sleep. Cassandra greeted me as I walked down after showering, shaving, and making myself presentable. I wore the same shirt and slacks as the night before. She had the television on watching the news. "Good morning, Phil," she smiled warmly. "Good morning," I replied cheerfully. "What's going on in the world today?" "Nothing too new. They just had the local news on and they said the snow should be stopping soon." Ben served me another of his omelets, toast and tea. I thanked him, wondering if he made anything else. "So what does that mean as far as me leaving here?" "Oh, I would believe that in a few days they'll plow my road. Robert is going to use the blower once the snow ends and clear it to the bridge." "Your bridge collapsed on me when my car ran over it," I reminded her. "Not the other one. If you had gone fifty yards further you would have seen the new one we had that constructed a few years ago. You went over the old one." I shrugged. I didn't want to argue with her why she didn't have that one torn down now that the new one was up. I just was up to my eyeballs with this crazy woman. Beautiful as she was, she spooked me. After my meal, Cassandra took my hand and led me back into the livingroom. We sat in the same chairs as last night. I don't know if she felt my uneasiness toward her, but she chatted about things that didn't interest me. I don't know if it was boredom, or that I was still weak from my ordeal almost two weeks ago, or if I had been slipped something. But I kept yawning. My mind was tired. Cassandra noticed and called for John to help me up to my room. The man was unbelievably strong as he carried me in his arms as I limply lay in them. I felt him putting me to bed. The last conscious thought was they had changed my sheets. As I slept, the dream with Cassandra came back to me. It was an entire rerun of last night. All the way until I was about to enter her sex. I woke up again. It was dark but I felt a warm body next to mine it seemed all too real. "Are you sleeping soundly?" Cassandra asked. "Yeah, I am," I replied, puzzled to have her naked body beside me. But was she? Was I still sleeping "Phil, I need to be loved," she whispered, playing with my hair with her long nails. "Right," I said in my fogged mind. I rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs for me. My cock was hard and throbbing just like the dream. But somehow I felt it was an extension of it. I slid my hardness into her very wet pussy. I started pumping in and out of her. She locked her legs in back of me as she matched my every move with hers. I heard her squeal and shriek. She made all kinds of noises. I felt her squirt an orgasm against the head of my dick. That was a real turn on. I felt my own building. Again she squirted one her own against the head for a second time. That did it. I let my sperm shoot way into her pussy. She let out a very loud scream as I sent more and more into her. I didn't think I was ever going to stop. It was the best ever for me. "Now my darling, sleep." She kissed me. I felt her warm body leave me and I fell into another sound slumber. I felt something pull out of me. Chapter Four Marie woke up the next morning feeling great. She wasn't tired. She was alert and happy. Cheerfully she leaped out of bed. Marie was completely nude. She smiled knowing that Cassandra, her lover, had been with her the night before. How her tongue brought her to the point of ecstacy and beyond. She remembered making Cassandra cry out as her tongue returned the favor. There were no toys, no strapons, nothing. Two lovers in lust giving what the other wanted. What they needed. Happily she jumped into the shower and washed all over. The hot water on her tiny breasts didn't have the same affect as other days because all of that was taken care of by her Cassandra. She used the dryer to take care of her long blonde hair, got into a silky camisole with matching tap pants, then sat at her vanity to carefully put makeup on her face. She wanted to be perfect for her lover. Marie didn't possess large breasts. Maybe an A cup at the most. She seldom needed a bra which gave her a boyish shape but she was one hundred percent female. Done at the vanity, she got into a sky blue gown from shoulders to toe where she had satiny ballet slippers just like Cassandra wore. The silky gown rustled as she walked to the door. Cassandra greeted her with a warm kiss. Marie put her arms around her neck and let her know she enjoyed the night before. "Thank you," Marie smiled at her adoringly. "You are welcome," Cassandra hugged her. "I love you," she whispered in Marie's ear. "I love you too," Marie whispered back. "Are you hungry?" Cassandra asked. "Just some toast and tea with honey." "Honey for my honey," she said, signalling for Ben. Ben who had been waiting off to the side, nodded and went to the kitchen to fill her request. He had witnessed the two lovers embraces so many times before. He was used to all of this. The two lovers sat at a long table. Cassandra at the head with Marie on her right. Marie grabbed her hand and kissed it. Once in the back, the other on the palm. "We made some good money this morning," Cassandra pointed to the computer. "You are so clever," Marie said in worship for her. She knew absolutely nothing about business or money. Cassandra supplied for all her needs. All that was required of the young maiden was unconditional love which she gave without wavering. "Do you know what today is?" Marie shook her head. "You should, my darling. It's your birthday. You are now twenty-one." "Oh my, I'd forgotten all about that. Time means nothing to me when I'm with you." Ben brought Marie her toast and tea. He stood there until Cassandra politely dismissed him. She watched in silence as Marie nibbled at her toast and sipped the tea with honey. Cassandra drank from a glass of water. "Remember that secret I promised to tell you when you came to stay with me?" she asked Marie after the young girl almost finished her breakfast. "Yes, you said you would tell me on my twenty-first birthday," she smiled. "Once you're done, we'll go for a walk while I tell you all about it." "I am done," she wiped her mouth with a linen napkin. Marie took one more sip of her tea as both rose from the table. They walked outside into the warm sun each opening an umbrella so there would be no spotting on their porcelain skin. For just a flash of a second the thought of snow entered Marie's mind but it was out before she could dwell on it. She often had slight flashbacks. Like almost drowning, being a man, trapped here in a snowstorm; but they were so fleeting she never gave them a second thought. "I told you I was a vampire many times," Cassandra opened the chat. "Yes you have. And that these wonderful men provide you with the nourishment you need to sustain your life." "I can go a long time without male semen but it would eventually catch up to me. That is one of the fewest ways to kill me." "Oh, don't die. Ever!" Marie pleaded. "If that were to happen, I don't know if I could ever live without you." "Don't worry, love. I'd never do that to you," Cassandra smiled warmly. They stopped and sat down on a bench in the shade of a large oak tree. Both closed their umbrellas and sat holding each other's hand. They gazed upon the scenery of one of the most rural areas of Montana. There were mountains surrounding them on four sides but at some distance. They seemed to be in a valley of lush green grass, flowers, trees, wildlife, and a cool clear running stream. To both, it seemed like the Garden of Eden. All wildlife including bears, pumas, and other dangerous mammals were tame in this environment. "Marie, you know how much I love you." "Yes I do but it can't be anymore than my love for you," Marie replied. "Oh we can play these word games later. I have something very important to ask you." "What is that?" "Marie, you are one of the most beautiful women in the world. Inside and out....." "Not until you rescued me," she recalled how Cassandra picked her up in her expensive car one day as she sobbed after being teased for being fat and ugly by her school mates. Without permission from anyone, Cassandra brought her here. There was a search for her for many weeks until the authorities gave up. They concluded that she had run away or been kidnapped by a crazed man who had raped, killed and buried her in this vast area. She was in the news for months but when something just as important came up, she was forgotten by everyone but her parents, siblings and a few friends. Even the boys that had teased her regretted doing so. That was three years ago. On her eighteenth birthday. Cassandra brought her here, gave her a foul tasting drink and told her she must drink it all. She forced it down, became very faint, the fell into John's large arms. He took her upstairs and laid her in a bed that was now her room. She awoke the very next morning as a beautiful blonde lady. Loved by Cassandra, and found the respect of the men who were Cassandra's servants. Unknown to Marie, Cassandra not only made her beautiful, but in that drink she put an ingredient in it to give her the strong urge to have lesbian tendencies as well. "You know I have loved from the very beginning," Cassandra continued. "Now I want to give you the most precious gift I can offer to anyone." "What is that?" Marie stared into the green eyes of the redheaded woman she loved. "I want to make you like me. I've never gave anyone in the past a chance for this gift. Not in the thousands of years of my existence. I want you to be like me, stay young like me, and live with me together for thousands of years into the future." "What you are saying, you want me to be a vampire too?" "Exactly." "And I would have to live off of male sperm like you do?" Cassandra nodded. "I could get some other men in here that you could use for your very own. Or you can share the others with me. Either way, I want you with me forever. And I wish for you to move into my room so we can be together as much as possible." "How thrilling," Marie smiled from ear-to-ear. "What do I have to do?" "I have to make up a potion much like I gave you three years ago. You drink it, you will become faint, go into a deep sleep while your body transforms itself. When you awake, you will be just like me and we can be happy together forever." "To be with you forever, I'll do it," Marie jumped at the opportunity with eagerness. "That's my love," Cassandra beamed warmly then gave her a long kiss. Their tongues intermingled. First in Marie's mouth then in Cassandras. "Let's get started," she said. They opened their umbrellas from the hot sun. 'After tonight Phil would cease to exist in everyway possible,' Cassandra thought inwardly. Chapter Five As the drink was taking its effect upon the sleeping Marie, Cassandra sat in a chair near the fireplace watching the flames dancing toward the open flue in the brick chimney. She had both hands in front of her with the fingers spread and touching like spider legs. It was easy to transfer the bastard Phil Gregory into the gullible but loveable Marie Wellingham. Not that the her last name mattered any longer. Cassandra had her sex slave but refrained from ever thinking of Marie in that manner. She loved the young woman who was once a man. She made her exactly like she had fantasized for the past one hundred years. Cassandra had lesbian lovers in the past. For all those centuries not one developed into the dream girl upstairs. She let them grow old and die of disease or advanced age. She was tempted with Julia back in Rome's greatest heights, but passed her by. Then there was Mary in the Dark Ages, Lily in the 14th century. But the Black Death claimed her before Cassandra could do anything. There was Martha, another Mary in the 18th & 19th centuries. A few in the 20th century. Now in 2001, she read in her vast libraries of the occult how to cast a spell and make one of her very own fantasy woman. That's where Phil Gregory came in. She used hypnotic suggestion to make him believe that there was a blizzard with whiteout conditions when it was actually warm and sunny outside. The heavy rain that brought him to her door was real. The light he saw was the big fire she had that night. She had Max take Phil upstairs, strip him of all his clothing while she gave him a shot with a long lasting sedative. She rifled through his wallet to find information about him. Then after some calculation, she found him to be the perfect candidate to become her Marie. All it took was hypnosis and drugs to put him under her spell. She knew that he never believed that she was a vampire. How wrong he was. He fell for all those movies, books and other literature that vampires were blood suckers. She had had several lives to gain in knowledge to easily overcome his doubts. In fact she wanted him to feel that way towards her. Her male servants cooperated completely. She never milked semen from them in that room. Yet she wanted to be discovered. Semen from three males gave her the right nourishment and strength she needed. Her power could easily overcome all twelve even though they were much stronger than ordinary humans. She could kill one or all with no problem. However Cassandra always treated them with kindness and was gentle with them. They supplied her with the food necessary for her survival. The only one she trusted to leave and return was John. The black man would take a truck into a Costco several hundreds of miles to Bozeman to get all their supplies. She'd give him cash to cover all purchases. It was a two day round trip for him. He had her permission to stay in a hotel or motel overnight but he slept in the truck and as a reward he'd be milked from his penis. Of all her servants, he seemed to enjoy it the most. While she serviced him upon his return, the rest unloaded the truck full of food and everything else that was needed. He would offer her the change but she just thrust it back into his hand with a silent finger to her lips as if telling him it was a secret between the both of them. The men ate like they were starving. She never denied them anything except hard liquor or drugs. She wanted them to be pure whenever she orally relieved them from their sperm. Phil, on the other hand, never measured up to being one of her servants. He wasn't in the shape to be one. Not that being smaller meant anything. He was too intelligent even in his naivete to be a candidate for this. Not one of the big men had that kind of sense to figure out what her desires always were. She didn't have sex with them because she never wanted one to change into a female. Phil fit the pattern perfectly. Now Phil was no more and Marie had taken his place. She gave her the same life she had. She never had done that before but she had been heartbroken when one of her lovers, especially her favorites, died she wanted Marie to remain with her. Cassandra didn't want to suffer that pain any longer. So she created Marie. Put memories into her head that were not true. Made her actually believe that she had lived an unhappy childhood full of misery. She made Marie to think that she was fat and unattractive to everyone. All those thoughts Cassandra put into her mind then winning her love. They hadn't made love yet. That was cast into Marie's brain as well. She woke up this morning believing that they spent the whole night together in having girl-girl sex. Cassandra made Marie simple minded. Her only thoughts would be to please her lover and be her lifetime lesbian partner. She made her to please her too. She implanted into Marie's mind just exactly where to find her pleasure zones and made her to have a longer tongue to bury into her pussy. She also wanted to give her more of a sexual appetite than other women. The only reason they slept apart was that Marie was in a constant state of wanting her. So now that she was making Marie into the vampire of her specifications, she slightly turned down her sexual hunger so they could rest more. In the week or so when Marie awoke, Cassandra planned to be there naked and in her bed beside her. To give and received all that she desired from the girl. Cassandra had many plans for Marie. To tease males to come into the household to service them both with their semen while measuring them up to whether they qualified like the others to become their personal food makers. She'd send Marie out into the world to bring these men home one at a time to meet her parents before marrying only to be lured like Cassandera had with the others. She'd give the girl a boost in her intellect so she would excel at school easily in order to concentrate on getting young males to fall for her. She'd also have her temporatily grow her breast into a B cup. She loved Marie pracitically flat chested but knew that wouldn't turn guys onto her. Once she completed her mission, Cassandra would re-adjust her breast size to her liking. By now the fire had died down to glowing embers. Her well laid plans looked like it would all workout. Marie would be her lover, the bait to males who would be overcome by her beauty, and brought back here for servitude. Smiling, she got up from her seat, took a long drink of water and went upstairs to sleep naked beside her love. Chapter Six Six weeks later Marie awoke to find herself in Cassandra's bed with her lover sound asleep next to her. It was a long strange languor of darkness. There were no dreams but she felt different. More alive than ever. She felt great strength in her body. Great love in her heart for her lover resting nearby. But no feeling in her soul. No conscience. She felt empty but her lust for Cassandra knew no bounds. Her love reached without opening her eyes and brought her back. Marie rested her head on Cassandra's soft breast. The nipple at her mouth. So tempting. Like candy in front of a small girl, Marie licked it. Cassandra moaned and shifted slightly. She licked it again. Same result. Then she took the nipple between her lips and sucked on it. Cassandra's eyes popped open. She quickly turned her head to see Marie working to harden her nipple. Marie's long fingernail raked her naval which was very sensitive to Cassandra. "Oh you tease," Casanndra smiled. "Good morning, darling," Marie greeted her with a warm smile. Then resumed her sucking the nipple. "My you woke up horny this morning." "Mmmmmm." "Here," she took Marie's hand and glided it to her sex. The girl knew exactly what was expected of her. She rolled her nail around her lover's clit sending Cassandra into a fit of frenzy as Marie licked her way down to her pussy. Then her tongue took the place of nail causing Cassandra to orgasm right away. Marie took her fingers and put three of them into her love canal never losing a beat with her tonguing the clitoris. This caused a very instense orgasm to sweep through Cassandra. Every nerve in her body seemed to be electrically charged. As she came slowly down from her high, she flipped Marie over on her back and began licking her. The young girl squirmed then spasmed violently. Though Marie didn't know it, it was her very first. Her breathing became as rapid and heavy as ever. When it was over, the two lovers lay there trading hot wet passionate kisses as both wanted more of tasting the other's juices. Two hours later, both vampires showered, shampooed their hair, put on makeup perfectly in seconds. Dressed in alluring gowns of silk and descended the stairs holding hands. All twelve men were at the landing of the spiral staircase. "We need six of you today and everyday thereafter," Cassandra announced. "Three for me, three for Marie." Their faces lit up with big smiles. Cassandra took the six that hadn't had their turns and told them to meet them in the usual place and have two chairs instead of one. As they marched to the special room, Cassandra and Marie hunched their shoulders in a playful smile like to two small girls knowing that they were both about to receive a special gift. Then with dignity, they clasped hands and headed for that room to milk these males. Marie's first milking experience was a complete success. She watched what Cassandra did and followed her verbal instructions. Not only was this for her own survival but she was taught by Cassandra how to make it pleasurable for the man too. Like her teacher, Marie fondled the man's scrotum and testicles too. To rake the sensitive area behind the ball sac lightly with her fingernails. This was not complicated but Cassandra told her afterwards that gratification to the male was indeed important so in the days ahead they would look forward to him having it with her again. She instructed very carefully the use of her tongue on the sensitive part of the penis where men were cut from circumcision. Cassandra allowed Marie to milk John because he had the largest penis. Starting big made Marie realized how nice it was when she got to the men with smaller ones. They sipped on herbal tea as her mentor related all of this. She asked if she liked it. Marie nodded. "This will happen every day forever," Cassandra added. "There are many willing males in this world who'd love you to service them. But you must try to keep away from those who take drugs, have diseases, drink too much, and smokers. All of them would diminish the nourishment of your food." "How can I tell?" "When you are on the outside and have the need, look to college campuses. Most young men struggling to make ends meet would not be into drugs that much, diseased, not into cigarettes. Beer will be a problem. They'll always want that! Stay away from frat parties. There's a lot of beer drinking and joint smoking there. In fact, if possible do not have anything to do with a boy from fraternities altogether unless desparate." Marie nodded making a special notation in her mind. Cassandra told her that she was expected to bring in new males in order to keep the supply endless. "Enroll in Montana University, take your courses, watch for young men who have few bad habits and pretend to fall in love with him. Make him believe you are so infatuated with him that he has to meet her parents and then bring him here. I'll take care of the rest. I'll make sure that you are the most beautiful girl on campus. Be it if he's an athlete or a studious person, it wouldn't matter." "How can I stay so away from you for so long?" Marie pleaded. "You may come home any weekend you are free. We'll stay the whole time in bed with each other." Cassandra gave her a loving smile. Marie agreed although reluctantly. "Now, it is very important that you cultivate yourself upon one young man. Do him as much as possible for your food and giving him a wonderful time as well. College libraries are the best places. Dress sexy but not slutty. If he asks you out, go with him. Now that you are like me, you have the strength of ten men. You'll instinctively know how to defend yourself. If you are alone on campus at night with one or two males stalking you, it will be no problem for you. Never kill! Broken limbs are just as effective as killing. Besides, what will the police do to you if the male victim claims that you broke his arm or leg? They'll laugh that a one hundred pound girl broke a big man's limb or limbs? They'd never believe him." Marie smiled. She didn't like this type of recruiting at all, but Cassandra needed more male bodies to look after their needs. Most of the ones she had now were virile, but she could see down the line that some would be need to be replaced. Marie did admit to that. Chapter Seven Marie entered the University of Montana for the winter and spring courses. She found a home off campus in Missoula. Cassandra had arranged for her transcripts, identities, social security number, classes to take and other items. She drove to Campus Drive in Missoula in a two year old Ford Focus with her belongings. Marie had several credit cards to buy the things she needed. With her rental of a house paid up until summer, the tuition already out of the way, and exploring the immediate area; she moved herself in a week before classes started. In her things were 100 vials of semen in a large box with dry ice to keep it cold until needed. Once she found a boy, then she could live off his. It was very cold but it mattered little to Marie. Being a vampire, the cold nor heat didn't bother her. Cassandra told her lover not to worry about the sun because being killed by sunlight was another myth by authors of fictional vampirism. There was very little out there that could harm her. One type of death that was immediate was having her heart ripped out of her chest. And slow starvation. Being so beautiful, Marie didn't have to think about that. Cassandra cautioned her about have sex with a boy penis in vagina. It would turn him into a woman and that would be disasterous as far as her recruitment went. It didn't take long for Marie to get noticed. She went to the library to look for some prey. Though the severe Montana winter didn't bother her, she wore all the appropriate apparel a normal girl needed. She had her long blonde hair down to the small of her back, a wool miniskirt, sexy silky white full sleeved blouse, heavy coat, pantyhose and leather boots in a two inch heel. Not having to worry about classes, she took a book from the occult section and sat at a desk with two studious looking guys. She opened the book and started reading. In a matter of two minutes a large man from another table came over to introduce himself. "Hi, my name is Duke, what's yours?" "My name is Chantel," she flashed her prettiest smile. "Mind if I join you?" he asked. "Go right ahead." Her open hand directed him to the chair across from her. He sat down with a big smile. The man was large. Six foot six inches, looking to weigh nearly three hundred pounds, very short hair, and blue eyes. "Is Duke your real name?" "My real name is Tom Davis but people call me Duke. I'm on the football team here at Montana" he grinned. A real catch, Marie thought. "So would you want me to call you Tom or Duke?" "Honey, you can call me anything you want," his grin widened. "Since everyone calls you Duke, I think I'll call you Tom," she smiled. Cassandra would like this one, Marie thought. He just needed to be reeled in. "Nice to meet you, Chantel." He held his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you, Tom." She shook it gingerly. The two others at the table moved to another so they wouldn't be disturbed by the flirting. "Did anyone tell you you're so beautiful?" "Yes, they have. Thank you for the compliment. You're quite a hunk yourself." Tom blushed. "Any guys hittin' on you?" "Some." She folded her hands and rested her chin on them. "I guess I don't stand a chance then." He looked dejected. "Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that. I like big guys," she smiled at him. He started to relax a little. He's putty in my hands, she thought. This is so easy. "Where are you staying?" "In a house, off campus." "You walked from your place all the way over here in the dark?" "Why? Is that wrong?" she asked, innocently. Her eyes widened as if she were unaware of any danger to women on campus. "Man, yeah. There are some crazies out there. On campus and in Missoula." "I never thought about that. Where I come from a girl doesn't have to worry. I live in such a tiny town. Not even two hundred people," Marie said, putting on her coat to go. "Leaving already?" "Got to. It's a half hour walk back to my place and I have a class tomorrow," Marie said. "Let me get you home safely." Tom stood up. "A gorgeous girl like you can't have any strange guy stalking you." "You're a stranger. We just met." "Well, now I am your friend." "Ummmm okay. You don't look like a Charles Manson type to me. I think I can trust you." Marie looked so tiny next to Tom as he walked her back to the house. They talked mostly about him. Marie wanted him to do that. The less questions about herself, the better. The snow crunched under their feet as the gait was slow. Tom talked about last season's football team and the up and coming one in the fall. Marie carried the occult book with her without bothering to check it out. She planned to read the book then return it. She listened to Tom, asked the appropiate questions but all the time the back of her thoughts were on Cassandra. They arrived at her house. Tom looked cold. "Would you like to come up for some hot chocolate?" she invited him. "Sure," he nodded. Marie let them into her warm tiny house she was renting. Took his coat and hung it up on some hooks next to hers. "It'll be just a few minutes. Sit and take a load off." Marie went into the kitchen to microwave two large cups with milk plus Swiss Miss then found some marshmellows. In a matter of two minutes, she handed him a steaming cup while she took a few sips on her own. She had taken a vial this evening so her hunger was satisfied. She urged Tom to tell her more about him, his family and friends. When he asked the same, she told him her parents were dead. She didn't have any siblings but she lived her aunt near Bozeman and would get a nice cash settlement from a trust fund when she turned twenty-one. "How old are you, Chantel?" "I'm eighteen. I just started here. I wanted to take some time off after the accident that killed my Mom and Dad," she managed a tear fall from her eye. "I'm so sorry, Chantel." "That's okay, I'm just about over it. Sometimes I think about it and start to cry, but isn't too often anymore." She took another small sip. "I'd better be going." Tom stood up after draining the cup. "I've got an eight o'clock class tomorrow." Marie got his coat and handed it to him then walked him to the door. "Thanks for seeing me home," she smiled. "Ummmm......" Tom tried to work up his courage. "Do you think you'd like to take in a movie or something on Friday?" he asked nervously. Marie paused for a moment so he would feel the tension building, making him think she might say no. "I think that would be nice," she finally answered. He grinned happily as he opened the door letting the cold air in. "I'll pick you up about six and we can get something to eat before the movie." He felt elated that this lovely tiny girl agreed to a date with him. They waved then she shut the door. In the bag, she thought, undressing. She turned out the light, set the alarm for seven am, climbed into bed to cuddle up to a body pillow she bought thinking of her lover. Marie attended classes and found the courses to be easy. She didn't have to prepare for the lessons except for written essays and term papers. She had been dating Tom for six weeks before she made her move. It was still cold when he brought her home from seeing Lara Croft, Tomb Raider. Tom's only complaint about her was she hardly ate. A few nibbles and that was it. She drank water all the time but no real food intake. He ended up eating what she left. She bought bottled water at the show while he consumed vast amounts of popcorn and colas. When he got up the backbone to put his arm about her, she'd snuggle her head on his chest. She learned over this course of time that he didn't drink, didn't smoke and claimed he didn't take drugs. A perfect specimen. She led him inside and allowed him to kiss her. They settled on the sofa in the dark and necked for an hour. She felt his hand go up her sweater to her bra. "Here," she whispered. Taking off her sweater and undoing her bra to allow him better access to her breasts. He put his mouth to her nipples and sucked them until they were hard. For a big man, he was surprisingly gentle. She felt a little pity for Tom leading him down this path. Her hand found his manhood. He was big and hard. Nowhere near John's size, but big nonetheless. Tom was in a frenzy while Marie had everything under control. She unzipped his jeans and pulled it out. She leaned over to kiss it then took his hardened penis into her mouth. She purposly only had half a vial this afternoon anticipating this. He came quickly and she sucked him dry not spilling a drop. "Let's do it," Tom moaned. "Do what?" "You know......er....ummm fuck?" "Uh-uh," she uttered. "I'm saving myself for my wedding night for the man I marry." "Please." Marie lifted her hips, pulled down her panties. "You can lick me down there but no more." Tom got on his knees kissing and licking her pussy. He wasn't doing that good of a job and it showed his lack experience. Marie put her head back onto the top of the couch as he gave her oral sex. "Right there," she whispered, directing him to her clitoris. When he tongued there it sent her over the top and she squirted her cum all over his face which shocked him. He thought that only guys shot out their cum whereas girls had inner orgasms. Finding that Tom had hardened again, she attacked it once more. He came soon after. She swallowed it all. Pulling up her panties, she let him play with her breasts for a while longer. Then gently shoved him away. Marie pulled the sweater back over her head completly sated for now. She got up, turned on the stereo with slow but romantic classical music. Marie sat in Tom's lap kissing his face, neck, and nibbling his ears. She wanted to keep him aroused so when he went back to his dorm, he'd be dreaming of her. "I love you, Chantel," Tom blurted out. "I think I love you, too." "Do you think of ever marrying me?" Tom asked. "I'd have to introduce you to my aunt first. She's very picky about the guy I marry." "What if she says no?" "I don't think she will. She always told me to pickout the guy I love and bring him by so she can give her approval. It's just a formality," she kissed him lovingly. "When can we see her?" "I think spring break is as good a time as any." She turned on the light and smiled. Marie called Cassandra that she had a guy for her approval. Her lover told her to bring him home. So everything was set. Tom looked forward to the day. He called home and told his family that a friend and him were flying to Florida for spring break. They'd take a puddle jumper to Seattle and then down to Florida. They'd be gone a week. "You'll love her," Marie told Tom as they pulled