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A change for the better...
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SERVING THE CRAFT SINCE 1100
The sign read. Yeah, right. He snorted. Nobody but Indians here back then.
The bitch probably thought it would lend style to an otherwise worthless
herb shop. But she did have a busy and affluent clientele.
Jeremy had cased the place half a dozen times in the last two weeks and
tonight was the night. A small shop open late in an unfrequented area of
town. A perfect target. Even if she had an alarm it would take at least
five minutes to get a patrol car. He'd be in and out in less than that.
The 17 year old brushed his lanky brown hair out of his eyes.
The woman that ran it was one of only two employees, and she worked the
late shift. She made a deposit every night, and by the number of
customers, he assumed it would be a big score.
He took a deep breath, psyching himself up. She would be closing in about
ten minutes. When she moved toward the door, he'd make his move. That way
he wouldn't have to put up with last minute buyers. The woman looked up,
and for a moment, he thought she had seen him. Then she looked away. Not
bad looking for an older broad. Maybe forty, but still well built.
She closed the book she had been reading, walking toward the door.
Now.
Jeremy moved forward at a fast walk, opening the door as she was reaching
for the sign. He flipped it, then snapped out his shiv. Women were more
afraid of a knife than a gun, as he had learned. She backed away.
"I want the money."
"It's in the register," she replied. Too calmly for his money. He snapped
the blade out, slicing through her sleeve. She backed away from him again,
but that calm was still there.
"You first." The woman shrugged, walking in front of him back to the
counter. She slowly reached up, tapping the key that opened the register,
stepping back before he could push her away. He frowned as he counted it
stuffing the bills in his pocket. He lifted the tray out. Nothing. "You've
been open for fourteen hours and a hundred bucks is all you made?" He
asked disbelieving.
"Most of my clients pay in... other ways." She motioned toward an ATM pay-
point. Beside the device was a bottle of ruby colored liquid.
"What's this?" he asked picking it up. There was no label or molding.
"A special herbal tea my supplier got for me," she replied.
"Great. Two weeks of busting my hump for a hundred lousy dollars." He
popped the lid, sipping. "Not bad. Got any more?"
"It's better if you don't drink more than one of them," she told him.
"However there are a few bottle of other samples. The blue tea goes with
what you've already had." She knelt, pulling out another bottle, this full
of a light blue mixture. "There are others, but I would suggest you not
drink them together."
"Shit I don't care what you suggest." He pushed her roughly aside. There
were four more bottles. Another ruby red one, a pink like grapefruit
juice. A harsher red one and one that was almost silver. He took a bag,
stuffing the bottles in it, then glared at the woman. "You report this,
and you're going to fucking wish I had killed you. Dig?"
She nodded. He stormed out the door. For a moment she stood as if in a
stunned silence. Then she walked over and locked the door. Coming back she
hit a button on speed-dial. "Fran, your stuff is going to be field
tested."
"I thought we were going to wait on it," the soft voice replied.
"Nothing for it. Some young fool just robbed me and took all of them. He
drank one of the Ruby right in front of me."
There was a snort on the other end. "Hopefully he'll drink the Sapphire
next. If he drinks the other ruby... Not to mention the silver or pink..."
"Again, nothing for it."
"Agreed. Let me know how it works out."
"I will." The woman set the phone down, then held her hand over the
register, saying a few words. When the drawer opened she began pulling out
the bills. "Have to recharge that as well," she murmured, sticking the
four thousand plus dollars into a bank bag.
II
Two weeks of busting my hump for a hundred lousy dollars. Jeremy raged.
The bottles rattled in his hands, and he calmed himself.
I'll work it out. Hit that mom and pop over on Wilshire day after
tomorrow. They'll have a good chunk of change.
The red drink had been satisfying, but it had left an odd taste in his
mouth. He reached into the bag, pulling out the silver colored stuff.
Weird color. How did they make it silver? He popped the top, and took a
long swig.
Shit! Whatever it was it tasted foul. Like someone had siphoned piss
through dirty underwear. He flung it away. He started to reach for another
bottle when he noticed an unopened Bud in a trash can. He popped it,
washing that foul taste out of his mouth.
It was only a few blocks to his pad. He stopped at the liquor store buying
a six pack of cheap beer and after some consideration a Porn flick
entitled
'Licking Lezzies'. Something to watch while he pondered his next move.
The projects had seen better days. Most of them before Jeremy had been
born. He went up the stairs to the third floor boldly. Everyone knew he
carried a knife, and knew how to use it. He opened the door of his
apartment, setting the brew and the boosted bottles down as he locked it
carefully. No one would try to take him on the stairs, but kicking the
door with a gun would kill him fast. He set the two by four brace in the
slot he'd made, and went on into the living room. He popped a beer, slid
the bottles of whatever they were in the fridge, and cranked up the TV.
The VCR was old, but he'd boosted it so it hadn't cost him anything. He
fed in the tape as he made a couple of sandwiches, then kicked back on the
sofa.
The movie was about to start, and he leaned forward. The cast were nice
looking bitches, all of them oriental. One certain girl caught his eye. A
slight little Korean or Thai girl with almost no tits was sitting on a
beach, stretched out to catch some rays. Each was shown also sucking some
dick, and he leaned back, confused. He looked at the box again. 'Licking
Lezzies'. What did that have to do with dick? No matter.
The first scene opened. The Asian girl on a beach in a lime green bathing
suit. Her coal black hair ran to her thighs, and had been braided. She
walked down to the water, spreading a huge beach towel, then ran out,
diving cleanly into the water. For several minutes, the camera followed
her cavorting. He liked it, but was anxious for the action to start.
The girl came out of the water as slick as a seal, flattening out on the
towel. She rolled on her back, and lifted a tube of sun tan lotion.
Slowly, sensuously, she rubbed it on herself. Then she slipped on a pair
of sunglasses, and leaned back, laying motionless.
The angle shifted, showing the girl on her towel from the woods. There was
deep harsh breathing in the background. Then the camera seemed to scuttle
toward her like someone sneaking up on her. She suddenly sat up, looking
toward the camera.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked softly. Her arms crossed running
down her body. The hands paused at her tits, her narrow waist, her hips.
Then one hand ran between her legs. "Do you want this?"
Jeremy leaned forward. Hell yes bitch. I like it. As he thought that he
felt a tingling all over his body.
The camera slipped backward, then a young guy walked into the shot. He was
tall and muscular. The kind of guy that always got the girl instead of
Jeremy. He wanted to growl, to shut the damn VCR off, but he couldn't seem
to move from the couch.
The girl was reaching out, and the guy had come down to lay beside her.
They leaned into a serious lip lock and Jeremy felt his pulse race.
The guy had the girl's top off, and was chewing her tiny tits. She sighed,
pulling him into her as he shoved her back down, her hips rising as he
mauled her. She was getting into it.
The guy lifted up, kissing her, then he knelt. Her hands caught the
waistband of his shorts, pulling them down. His dick sprang out, already
hard, and the girl leaned forward, sucking him into her mouth as if there
was nothing in the world that she would rather do.
There was a knock on the door, and he set the bottle down. He stopped the
tape, and went to the door, standing to the side. "Yeah?"
"Jeremy, the damn tub's broken again. Can I use yours?" a woman's voice
asked.
He opened the door, looking at Sandra, his neighbor. "Sure. Want something
to drink?"
She came in, shaking the long black hair from her face. She was about the
only person he talked to in the building. A little flaky, but she was
always willing to give him some food when he didn't have any. "Yeah."
He knew she didn't drink. But all there was in the fridge were those damn
bottles. He handed her the pink one. She sipped it, nodding. She walked
through the front room. On the screen, the girl was deep throating the
guy. Sandra stopped, watching. "I'm better than she is."
"So you always say. But you never gave me any to prove it."
She looked at him. There was something about him that was different, but
she couldn't figure out what it was. She shook her head, setting down the
remainder of the tea and went on into the bathroom.
Jeremy snorted, going back to the movie. The girl was pulling up, sliding
her mouth off him, and jacking him off in a professional manner. He came,
and she let him spurt all over his stomach before her head dipped, licking
the cream off him.
What I wouldn't give for a girl to do that. He thought. The scene was
turning him on like you wouldn't believe. He unzipped his pants, and began
playing with himself. The girl was sucking the guy back to hardness, and
he wished she was doing him right now. He wanted to get laid in the worse
way but he couldn't force himself on Sandra. She was the only one in the
building that actually seemed to like him.
The girl had him back to full stand, and she looked up into the camera as
she slid upward. There was a layer of come on her tongue, but that didn't
stop the guy from kissing her. Christ! He'd never done that before, and
wasn't going to in the near future.
There was a click, and he looked up. Sandra was standing there, soaking
wet. Had he been watching for almost an hour? She walked toward him, then
dropped to her knees. Before he could say anything, she inhaled his dick,
sucking it frantically. He groaned. He didn't know how good the girl on
the screen was, but he knew that Sandra was world class!
He came, spraying into her mouth. She slurped it down, looking up at him.
Instead of stopping, she kept sucking until he was hard again. She slid
upward, and kissed him. He tasted- Shit, she had come in her mouth still!
Oddly enough it didn't taste that bad. He kissed her back hungrily as she
caught his dick and settled down on it. God she was tight!
Over her shoulder, the girl was on all fours, getting fucked from behind.
The camera Dwelt loving on the rod slamming into her, rotating along her
side until-
Just as he came the second time he realized The girl had a dick!
Sandra was on his lap, shuddering. "I don't know what's come over me," she
whispered. "I just had to do that."
He held her, kissing her neck. She stopped spasming, falling limp against
him.
He rolled to the side laying her down on the couch. She was flushed, still
gasping from the multiple orgasm. She pulled him down, still attached at
the waist, her lips hungry for more. He found himself sliding down,
licking her nipples, across her flat stomach. Something was compelling him
to go lower, lower...
He licked across her clit and she spasmed, moaning. There was something
there. A taste he had never-
He realized what it was as his tongue slid in and brought it out. It was
his own come mixed with hers. He'd never done this before. Gone down on a
woman let alone one he had just fucked! But he began frantically getting
all of the juices out her, his and hers. She was holding his head, and
usually that would drive him to fury, but he left her direct him.
His tongue dug deeper, looking for every speck of the precious elixir, his
hands holding her ass tight so she couldn't move away. He felt her coming
again, even more juice flowing into his mouth and throat. But that taste
that had intrigued him so much was gone.
Sandra lay there limp as he stood. On the screen, the Asian girl was on
her back now, holding her dick back with a delicate hand as the man kept
fucking her like a machine. Then suddenly the screen fuzzed out, and the
VCR stopped.
*****
Jeremy dreamed. He was standing in some trees, watching the girl that had
been on the video. He felt himself walking forward. She looked up,
smiling. Do you like what you see? She asked softly. Her arms crossed
running down her body. The hands paused at her tits, her narrow waist, her
hips. Then one hand ran between her legs. Do you want this?
He fell to his knees. She touched his face. Or is it that you want to
become this?
He felt disoriented. Suddenly he was kneeling facing the guy that had been
in the video. He found himself kissing the man, then moaning as he pulled
off Jeremy's top, chewing Jeremy's tiny tits.
The guy lifted up, kissing Jeremy, then he knelt. He found his hands
tearing at the waistband of the man's shorts, pulling them down. His dick
sprang out, already hard, and Jeremy leaned forward, mouth open-
He sat up, shaking in fear. He could understand dreaming about what he had
seen, but why was he taking the woman's part? Having the man's dick in his
hands had made him want to...
He was hard, and he grabbed himself, instinctively masturbating. He tried
to focus on the woman, on Sandra, on an actress, but every time he closed
his eyes he saw that dick approaching his mouth, felt a burning need to
suck it dry.
He came, sperm spraying across his stomach. He stared at it with distaste,
then saw his hand reach down, scooping up some of the nacreous liquid,
carrying it to his mouth. He felt the compulsion to suck a dick disappear
at the first taste, but he didn't stop. He cleaned his stomach off, then
fell back into a fitful sleep.
III
Jeremy sat up suddenly, staring around his apartment in terror. Sandra had
left around midnight, and he'd...
He'd dreamed about being a woman desperate for cock. Of jacking off until
he came, then eating it.
Man what a bunch of fucking nightmares!
He stood, shaking his head. He'd finished off the six pack last night, but
he didn't have a hangover. That was a switch. He walked into the bathroom,
starting the tub running. His underwear felt funny. The shorts were kind
of loose, and the wife beater seemed to hang a little farther than normal.
He shrugged. Probably lost some weight. He hadn't been eating that much
over the last week.
The tub steamed, and he stripped, climbing in. The water felt wonderful,
and he leaned back against the back of the tub. His hair was hanging
loose, and he shook his head angrily. Christ, he'd gotten a cut just what,
three days ago? But he could feel the hair on his neck.
He scrubbed, then washed his hair. It seemed to take forever to get the
damn hair clean. Well a quick boost and he'd have enough for another cut.
He stepped from the tub, drying himself as he wiped the mirror. His
nipples fwelt tender, and he looked at them in the mirror. Some puffiness.
Maybe he'd been bitten by a mosquito or something, though the odds that
mosquitoes would target his nipples...
His face was still smooth. That was odd, he'd had to shave every day since
he was fifteen. He looked at the face in the mirror. It was his face, and
in a way it wasn't. Something wasn't right about it. The eyes looked odd
and the face seemed to have slimmed down. Bullshit. Probably just the
aftereffects of the dream.
He went into the closet. Nothing seemed to want to fucking fit today. The
shirts hung like tents, the pants were so loose he had to go to the last
notch on the belt to keep them up. His shoes were too big.
Maybe some sick fuck slipped in and replaced my clothes, he thought. Yeah,
breaking and decorating. Sure.
He went to the VCR, but try as he might, he couldn't get the damn tape to
eject. He wanted to take it back, shove it into that fucker's mouth and
scream 'lezzies? Try girls with dicks you faggot!'
He suddenly remembered her, her face rapturous as the guy fucked her ass.
Something about that face...
He fixed breakfast. As he was pulling out the carton of eggs, he brushed
the dark red and blue bottles of the damn tea from last night. Before he
could grab them, they shattered on the floor. Fuck! All that was left was
the other bottle of ruby tea. He shrugged, pulling it out and drinking it.
It didn't taste as good as last night, but it was free.
He finished breakfast, washed the dishes, and walked out into the day. It
was sunny, and he squinted, putting on a pair of shades. It took him the
rest of the day to slip around and boost enough shit to help pay the
bills. At around noon he suddenly got an urge, but couldn't place it. He
found himself playing with his dick on the bus, and stopped when he
noticed some woman was glaring at him. But somehow he knew that playing
with himself was the fastest way to feed that suddenly burning hunger.
He got off the bus, and stared at the sign of the neighborhood dirty
bookstore. There was a smell that reached right down into his gut, and
demanded that he go in. His feet led him forward even as he wanted to
scream no. It was as if they no longer belonged to him.
He traded a dollar for tokens, and went back to the series of booths. He
looked at the pictures on each door, and stopped at one. The same bitch
from the video last night was looking out of the picture with a haughty
expression!
He found himself in the booth. He started to reach out with a coin, and
the girl suddenly appeared on the screen. She smiled in a predatory
manner.
So willing. She purred. You want to finish what you started last night
don't you.
"What are you talking about?" He whispered.
The camera pulled back, and he saw that she was in a booth like the one he
was in. To her left there was a glory hole, and as he watched, a stiff
dick popped through it.
She smiled, this time like a woman looking at a pet, patting it gently.
Then she delicately got down on her knees, and sucked the stiffening cock.
Jeremy looked down just then and noticed movement at the glory hole to his
right. He hadn't noticed it when he entered. He really hated it when-,
Suddenly the head of somebody's COCK popped into view. It started moving
further in. It looked like a fleshy engine piston popping through the
glory hole. The head drooped towards the floor as inch after inch of thick
meaty dick was presented to the shocked man.
He tried not to look at it, but it was like his eyes had been fastened to
it. The thick, blue veins were popping out, twisting all around the meaty
flesh, giving it an odd appearance. The ridge along the underside of the
main vein was visibly throbbing. The swollen dick head was free of
foreskin and he could see the thick, fleshy rim bulging It was waiting for
what? Jeremy glanced back at the movie as the girl sucked. She pulled
back, looking him in the eyes as her tongue flicked across the cock on the
screen.
Suck it, she said.
Suck it? He realized that his own dick was now rock hard, throbbing. The
dick started to withdraw, being pulled from his trance-like stare. Just a
few inches and the swollen knob were all that was left. Suddenly, without
even thinking, his hand shot out and touched it. As soon as he did it was
like a switch had been thrown in his head.
His fingers closed around the warm bulging shaft and tugged lightly on it,
pulling it all the way back through the hole.
He found himself kneeling in front of it as the last inch or so came back
into view. He couldn't take his eyes, or hands off of it! His fingers
squeezed the fleshy shaft and pressed back lightly toward the wall. taking
the foreskin with it. The thick shaft was swelling, getting stiffer and
longer as it jerked and twitched in his grasp. He was now Stroking about
eight inches of hot, stiff cock meat.
He'd never understood how incredible it felt to have a thick, rigid pole
sliding through his hands. There was a glob of pre-cum forming at the very
tip and suddenly he stopped... 'what am I doing? I'm on my knees while I'm
jerking off some cock and it's getting ready to cum!
Before he could stop himself he leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss
right on the tip. The thick gooey cum rubbed on his lips, and he found his
tongue flicking out. The instant the taste hit his mouth he was gone. He
moaned as his lips parted and tasted the knob, His mouth pressed eagerly
to the font of life, tongue now running along the rim at the back. His
lips closed stretching all the way round and he held the bloated head in
his mouth.
COCKSUCKER! The word flashed through his brain with a jolt.
But he was loving it!
He sucked on the knob, tongue twirling and tracing along the rim, and the
veins. More hot, sticky sweet and salty cum oozed into his mouth, and he
leaned back, letting it coat his tongue before leaning forward again,
savoring the taste of hot throbbing cock and slimy sperm. He pulled his
mouth from the head and wiped it across his lips and then wiped it across
his face, leaving trails on his nose and cheeks.
Unable to stop himself he eagerly stuffed his mouth full of cock again,
this time pressing farther and farther down the meaty stalk. Slowly but
steadily he watched as he sucked down inch after vein popping inch, His
hand settled against the wall as he realized that he had it halfway down
his throat. He wanted to keep it there, but he slid back to breath,
sliding forward with a whimper to lodge in back in his throat. His hands
wanted to feel the balls, to stroke them as his mouth worshiped the hard,
thick shaft.
He pulled all of the way back and let the semen streaked knob slip from
his wanton mouth. Then, holding the root at the very base, he tongued his
way all around the meaty shaft, alternating between wet, sticky kisses,
smearing cum across his face and licking across the top of the now
purplish mushroom head.
He was moaning with need now, alternately stuffing his mouth full of hot
cock, bobbing up and down and then pulling it out to lick it, kiss it and
yes worship it. Whatever had caused this he was completely at its mercy.
All he could think of was stuffing his throat full of throbbing dick and
draining those balls of their precious fluid.
His eye went to the screen, and he found his motions being duplicated by
the girl there, pumping that big dick furiously now. There was a sense of
urgency; He didn't want to make it cum, he had to. To feel hot sticky jets
of sperm between his lips and down his throat. He watched the glorious,
cum loaded member pistoning into his mouth and tightly sucking lips.
Suddenly, it seemed to tense and the monstrous head just erupted, sending
a geyser of hot, steamy cum splattering into his mouth. The force of the
blast made him jerk back and the next load totally drenched his face,
dripping off eyelashes and chin in thick gooey globs. two more spurts
followed, drenching him He felt for a second that he was going to drown.
His hungry lips found the erupting knob and quickly closed over it,
several more thick, heavy wads of creamy cum filling his mouth so quickly
that he began to swallow desperately, to keep up. Even with those efforts
blobs of hot cream oozed from the corners of his mouth. Several more jets
splashed against his tonsils, He was frantic to breath, he needed air! He
pulled the still spurting cock head from his mouth and moaned in delight
as 3 more jets of sweet tasty cum splattered across his panting lips.
Finally it stopped!! He was gasping not only with lack of air, but with
passion as well. He couldn't catch his breath. All he could smell was that
divine smell and he found himself licking at the cock that had graced him
so. He rubbed it all over his face before stuffing it back into his mouth,
so he could try to gain more of the delicious fluid. The shaft had gone
limp now, and he was in heaven and hell as he rubbed the shaft all over
his face and realized what he was doing simultaneously.
Suddenly the cock was gone. A wave of shame and humiliation ran through
him. He flailed around, finding the roll of toilet paper the management
had placed there, frantically trying to clean himself up. There were
string of cum in his hair and eyes. It was forming gooey runnels. The
partial roll was soon gone, and there was still more. He found his finger
scooping up the sticky, viscous liquid slurping it into his mouth!
He was nauseated by what he had done, but tried to focus. He needed to get
out of the bookstore and get home; forget all about this little episode!
If no one saw him it never happened, right? Have to get out of there, go
home, get cleaned up and forget this ever happened! He noticed that the
woman was looking at him, laughing from the screen. Then it fuzzed out.
His pants were fucking loose again! He pulled out his knife, punching
another hole half an inch back from the first, then had to punch another
because it was still loose. The manager gave him an odd look as he walked
out in shoes that now felt like he was wearing snowshoes.
IV
The door opened and he plunged into the room, leaning against the door
panting. It had been weird walking home. He had finally stopped and gotten
some shoes. He'd ended up going to the children's section before he found
some, a kid's size seven, which meant an adult 3. He'd found a pair of
jeans that were again from the kid's section, and a tee shirt. His nipples
had swollen even more, and he felt a rush in his crotch at the feeling of
them brushing the fabric. He'd run like hell from the store, easily
outdistancing the owner, who screamed 'come back you little bitch!'
Bitch? Couldn't the guy see that he was a man?
He set the bar, and suddenly the TV came on. The girl was sitting on the
beach, laughing.
"What the fuck?" He wanted to scream, but his voice cracked. She shook her
head unable to speak with the laughter.
Maybe you should look in the mirror. Better yet get a mirror.
He growled, going into the kitchen digging out a little mirror he'd dumped
after boosting some bitch's purse. He walked back into the room. "Why
should I-" He stared at the reflection, then at the face on his television
screen, then back again.
The face looked more like hers than his. He stared at the screen. "What
the fuck is happening?" he whispered.
Justice, little man, she said. You think women are something to fuck with.
Have you felt in your pants in the last few hours?
He found his hand sliding down into the jeans. His dick had shrunk! Before
it had been at least seven inches, now it felt like two! Like... She had
stood, and stripped off her bikini bottoms. Hers was actually bigger than
his! He looked back at the mirror. His sandy brown hair had darkened, and
was now brushing the collar of his shirt.
"What the fuck is happening to me?"
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