Last Halloween Fucked by a Demon
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The coronavirus is everywhere. The non-stop media coverage, the hysteria, like it could be Armageddon.
The end of days, end of the world. Coronapocalypse!
And all I can think is that I’m too young to die! I can’t die, at least not yet, I don’t want to die without ever having sex!
That’s right. I’m a virgin.
Not that I don’t want it, or that I’m a Tim Tebow religious type of douchebag, or that I haven’t tried, but, sadly, I’ve yet to do - “IT.”
I’m a virgin, a fucking incel.
And with the virus wreaking havoc, maybe I won’t even have the chance!
At 18, too, yeah, it’s embarrassing. There’s no one I can confide in, either. I can’t tell any of my friends because they’d totally rake me over the coals. I don’t even wanna think of how savagely they’d roast me if they knew...
My friends are assholes, as would be expected of them, being jocks, guys on the college football team, D-1. My teammates, bros are all banging cheerleaders, but, for me, as the kicker, even though I won 4 games last season with my foot, and kicked us into a national ranking, and televised bowl game, it’s always the quarterback, receivers, linebackers getting the girly action.
With the ladies, like in football, I’m mostly on the sidelines watching. Sitting on the bench.
While I’ve had some success on the field, with the females, my moment of glory has yet to arrive. And now, with the Four Horsemen riding in, with shit about to go all Walking Dead, I might die in incel ignominy.
Not that I never touched a girl, though. I’ve made out a few times. Swapped spit and got my hands up a few shirts.
Not that long-ago I finger-banged a fire-hot, petite, high-cheek boned, chocolate eyed, super-sexy Filipina chick from my college algebra class.
Driving her home from the library, we took a naughty detour to the far end of the campus and climbed into the comfy leather backseat of my Suburban.
Behind the privacy of darkly tinted windows, we melted into the butterscotch colored interior and were instantly locking lips, and next thing I knew, I had her yoga pants down, and my camo shorts fell too, my rock-hard dick popping out, my erect cock drooling pre-cum as her small brown hand was lightly stroking and tickling my wet mushroom tip.
I’d hooked my hands to the waistband of her underwear, was ready to peel off her tiger-print panties and stab into her sweet pussy’s sugar walls, but then her phone rang, and I had to rush her home.
Being a “good” Catholic girl, she felt guilty about it and objurgated me. Wouldn’t go out with me again, saying that I’m possessed by the devil, which, for real, maybe is true...
You see, something’s been in me, overtaking me, ever since me and my folks moved into the mansion my parents bought at a hefty discount, because of it being allegedly haunted...
Some background perhaps is in order...
The mansion, a massive structure, built from beige quartzite stone, was designed to look like a castle and has a conical front-facing turret, three chimneys, and a Roman-style spouting fountain in the front-facing roundabout.
Inside the mansion is all marble flooring, and intricate, lush wood paneling walling, and super-high, vaulted ceilings, floor to ceiling windows in nearly every room.
Built on massive stone foundations, at the peak of a mountain, it eats up a sizable chunk of sky, and towers mightily, dwarfing the glittering glass spiral towers, square clumps of rowhouses, McMansions and suburban sprawl of the city below.
The massive, medieval style manor had been abandoned for years. The owner, who’d built it, was a CEO of a pizza franchise, and had embezzled a ton of cash from his company.
He’d also been having an affair with his oldest daughter, a busty college girl, a goth, Suicide Girl cam-chick, an online model, who’d attended my college, actually.
Once the CEO was facing legal charges, and was ousted from his company, he and his daughter, ironically, committed suicide together, swallowing a big bottle of Oxycontin; the two taboo lovers found nude and motionless together in the master bedroom, by his wife, the girl’s mother.
(Unsurprisingly, the Suicide Girl’s social media, tribute pages skyrocketed in popularity afterwards, and she’d become a viral sensation. And yes, I did view and jerk off to her pics... )
In addition, it came to light that the grounds the mansion was built on used to house gallows, where a series of witches were hung back in colonial times...
The house, and grounds, with their infamy, was understandably difficult to sell, and sat empty for nearly a decade, until my father, upon having success of his own in the corporate world, decided to buy and renovate it.
Not that I believe much in ghosts, but there’s a strange energy in the house and its multi-acre grounds. Before it was renovated, it’d been a morbid tourist attraction, and in the woods nearby, there’d been a series of suicides. The fucking place like our city’s answer to the forest by Mount Fuji...
After buying the property, we tore out the spot where the old master bedroom was, remodeled it and transformed it into an outdoor garden featuring a bevy of exotic flowers and plants. Despite the effort, though, it still has this eerie vibe to it, that garden, and even in the summer, even when it’s boiling hot outside, the garden always has a prickly cold touch to it...
And the house, too, has its energy and movements. There’re strange sounds in the house, knocks and footsteps, lights flickering, shutting on and off without reason.
I swear I saw the girl, the Suicide Girl, several times at night. She appeared in hazy mist, an ambrosial waft swirling in the evening air, as the maiden, walking nude, aimlessly, lapped around the winding hallways, with her lips pursed, black rose tattoos carved into her washboard midriff, blood red dragon tats running up her thighs; her perky bell-shaped tits glowing like orbs; silvery glints bouncing in sparks from her facial piercings; her phantom figure so translucent that her pallid skin was whiter than smoke...
The ghostly vision had both aroused and repelled me ... Terrifyingly hot, she was a GILF. Ghost I’d Like to Fuck! Being a horny 18 y/o virgin, especially facing the end of days, the plague and that, I’d have wrecked that witchy spirit ass, fucked the shit out of that supernatural pussy...
I told my father, not about fucking the ghost, but seeing it, and Pops, ever the skeptic, refused to believe it, refused to bow to superstition, and was apathetic anyway, him being basically an absentee landlord, his job having him gone on business most of the year.
Mother was often traveling, too, for pleasure, and waved my visions off with a swatting gesture, not wanting to pay any attention to such “hogwash.”
(Much like she’d said of the coronavirus at its outset, that it was a hoax, before later labeling it a “gift” from God to thin out the population... )
But, similar to the virus showing its teeth, the house has its etiology as well; there’s definitely something to it, in its genesis, its effect, because everyone, my mom, dad, me and sister, has changed since moving in...
My father has gotten older, grayer, aging at a rapid rate, and he’s grown colder, more distant, often staring off into the distance when not on his tablet, dealing with business-related matters, stock price charts or pie graphs.
Mother has gotten more depressed, and got FAR larger, like Lizzo size, eating like a farm animal and drinking like a fish, damn near a bottle of pricey red wine per day.
(I’ve begun to suspect my father of having an affair; his interest in my cow of a mother understandably waning, and I’ve noticed him leering more and more at my smoking hot sister... )
For me, I’ve become more focused on football and am kicking the fuck out of the pigskin, have never kicked better, am kicking like a Kung Fu master, and after only my freshman campaign, there’s been talk of NFL scouts looking at me, that I could one day be a late-round draft pick.
But despite my promising career prospects, when I’m not thinking football, my thoughts have gotten sinister, wildly more sexual. Particularly towards my sister...
My sister, oh, my sister. The debutante, herself involved in college sports, gymnastics, as well as dance, ballet, which explains her flawless hourglass form, her goddess body of perfect, chiseled proportions.
Not that I see her much, though, because, until recently, she’s rarely been home, and has grown up in boarding schools, specialized talent summer camps. But when I have seen her, ever since I recall, she’s been a stuck-up bitch, a fucking cunt, looking down on me, sticking up her nose, acting like her perfectly spherical, wiggly round ass doesn’t fucking stink.
The bitch.
I’ve always wanted to fuck her, sure, but after moving into the house, my thoughts have turned to hate-fucking her, surprise fucking her, creeping up behind her, hard dick poking out of my pants, my dick like a spear, me pinning her to a wall, taking her from behind, ninja-fucking the bitch, putting the cunt in a full nelson and twisting her like a pretzel as I ream balls-deep into her stink monkey...
I’d never had such explicit thoughts, prismatic hate-fuck visions, until moving into the house, and when the thoughts fog in, a different voice speaks to me, a voice with an angrier, harsher timbre. It’s a buzzsaw of a voice, giving me ideas I don’t want to have, but that I can’t gray out; the visions of violently hate-fucking my cunt of a sister, the visions consuming me and stiffening my cock, forcing me to masturbate to soften the edge.
(Here and there, at a demon’s prodding, I’ve been sneaking into her room, stealing and sniffing at her panties, and running them over my dick, using them to whack off, while staring and sneering at her vanity pictures adorning the walls. There I’ll stand, in her room, drinking in the scent of bitch, that bitch scent, scent of nail polish, beauty products and young fresh cunt floating in the room’s air, and I’ll jerk off, imagine primate-fucking my sister raw... )
My sister ... the bombshell blond, she’s changed too. Become more withdrawn. When home, she’s started dressing in more revealing attire- hotter hot pants, fishnet stockings and plunging décolletage half-shirts and in styles darkly sexy, slightly more “goth” as opposed to her prior, basic bitch preppy sorority girl chic, and she’s gotten into listening to synthpop, Mr. Kitty and The Birthday Massacre, and vintage metal, early AC/DC, Metallica and Slayer instead of much of the Justin Bieber shit she’d been into previously.
She’ll wear a lot of rock band shirts, too, and paints her nails opal shades, and cakes on loads of smudgy black lipstick. heavy rouge on her rosy cheeks. I’ve noticed that she’ll sneak out of the house a lot too, slip into this red Bugatti Veyron that revs, zooms and roars off into the black of night.
I can only imagine what she’s been doing. Probably something involving dick. Sex. Partying. Thinking of her out banging dudes only makes me want to fuck her more...
二
As for my sex life, there’s not much to discuss, after the Catholic girl, that rough experience; after that, I’ve not dated much, aside from a brief encounter with a drunk chick at a frat party; the last party I went to before the virus outbreak...
This crazy chick, a short, olive skin, early 20 something honey with hefty melon-tits, damn near DD-cups, and shoulder length purple hair, and hot pants cut so high they exposed the edge of her white cotton panties; this nutty chick, like a ninja, stealthily snuck up behind me, pulled and twirled me around by the shirt collar, and chastised me, her voice slurry, screaming, “Chad, whurh’ve you FUCKING been!?”
To that my eyes bulged, and I replied that I “wasn’t Chad.”
“You’re fucking Chad, you asshole!” she shouted. “STOP lying!” she implored, grappling me, taking two fistfuls of my cinnamon colored polo shirt into her claws and shoving me backwards, into an open closet.
After we entered, and I nearly stumbled over a bucket and some cleaning supplies, she propped me up against the wall, and a couple bros, walking by and laughing at my predicament, pointed at me, and one of them stuck out and wagged his tongue and slammed shut the door to the closet.
It was dark, but enough light trickled in from the door’s rectangle edges that I could make out the crazy chick dropping to her knees.
The thumping bassline from “HUMBLE” came on, and I heard the dance floor erupt in howls; the rhythms of the bass and hard beat vibrating through me as the purple chick then unbuckled my pants, unbuttoned the waistband, unzipped the fly, twisted my pants down to my feet. My boxers followed the same trajectory, layering the pile, becoming ankle bracelets.
The purple hair chick affixed her hands to my bare, rippling thighs, bowed her head forward and began aggressively tonguing my balls, licking and then lightly sucking on them.
The sensation was amazing. Next thing I knew, between slurps, she muttered, “Chad, you piece of shit,” and then gulped my now throbbing hot and heavy prick directly into her hot/cold mouth, bobbing her head back and forth on it, vacuuming and deep-throating it.
Her lips were puffy, Angelina Jolie big, and the sensation of them gliding on my cock was incredible. It was the first time I’d had a blowjob. Being introduced to oral by a pro like this was quite the welcome.
She quickened, sucking faster and harder, almost too hard, and a mixture of pleasure and pain caused me to squirm, wince and tap her on the head, tapping out like my cock was in an MMA submission hold.
Taking the cue, she eased up, let my dick out of her mouth, held it in her hands and began jerking it, with both hands, like she was milking a cow, and she stuck out her tongue, shook her head from side to side, wagging and twirling her tongue wildly, licking at my glans, driving me wild, making my toes curl and clench. Then she inhaled the entirety of my cock once again, drinking it in, splendidly, the slut’s playful tongue, buttery lips and swirling saliva enveloping me, from my dick to the length of my spine, in decadent bliss, and I succumbed.
I grasped her temples tightly and blasted a money shot deep into her throat.
Not skipping a beat, or drop of my load, she swallowed enthusiastically. Every last gooey fucking bit.
She continued sucking after I’d finished, for another 20 seconds or so, and then unloosed my semi-hard dick, clutched it and polished off the tip, sponging up any trace of the post-cum.
A true cum slut!
Then she wiped her mouth with her right forearm, stood up, poked me in the chest, playfully, and said, “Look, dude, I know you’re not Chad. He’s my boyfriend. I spotted him getting a blowjob from some pigtailed Harley Quinn wannabe-bitch. This was revenge. Don’t take it personally.”
I was happy to help, and, still out of breath, panting, from the amazing oral work she’d done, I muttered, “Uh, okay, no problem. Happy to help anytime...”
“If you see Chad, don’t tell him, though. Or I WILL NEVER talk to you again!” she warned me, poking my chest again, this time much harder.
Finding her way out of the closet, she opened the door and wafts of vape smoke and grayish light from the party poured in and Purple Hair blew a kiss sarcastically at me and waved goodbye...
三
Other than that, um, unique experience, though, I’ve been striking out with the ladies. No chicks wanting to bang the kicker.
I’ve given Tinder a whirl but am getting nowhere fast, so I’ve been jerking off like mad, usually to the thought of hate-fucking my sister or flashing back to the icy hot BJ I got that night, in that dark closet, the party-house shaking, my bones rattling to the bump of the bass as the random crazy slut sucked me into another dimension.
Oh fuck, the tenderness of her hair, its fluffy softness, as I crawled my fingers through her silky purple curls, her magical tongue flittering and flicking...
I get hard practically anytime I think of that crazy purple chick ... Her brain like a scholar...
Occasionally I’ll imagine that mouth being my sister’s, thinking of the curvature of my sister’s full lips, their geometrical shape and how they’d glide over my dick, engulf it. My sexy sister’s perfectly symmetrical face, drinking in my thick, stiff cock.
I’ll think of me hiding in the pantry, jumping out and ambushing her in the kitchen; me grabbing a clump of her hair, jumping up on the counter and mouth-fucking her, her flashbulb eyes darting around, on the look out for our parents, worried they might catch us...
That’s a favorite fantasy of mine, taking her mouth. Of course I’ve dreamed of her golden pussy too, but never thought I’d get into it.
However, with the apocalypse arriving, anything could happen...
I’ve been back home for the last week because college closed due to the virus spreading in my area, and there isn’t much going on other than isolated small group, distanced football practice.
Everywhere classes, events, parties are canceled; the city’s a ghost town, hardly any traffic at night when I drive back to the house from practice.
Despite the creepiness of being in a cursed dwelling during a plague outbreak, the house is fucking colossally big and luxurious, which makes it a pretty beast spot for a quarantine.
And it’s gotten even nicer since a few days ago, when my older sister came home, her school as well being canceled.
My sister, Sandy, the cunt with the sweet ass, recently celebrated her 21st birthday alone in her sorority house bedroom before it got closed, posting pissed off pics about it on her Instagram, fishing for sympathy ... Boo-fucking-hoo, bitch...
Although, like I said, I generally detest her, truth is that I don’t know her too well; we’d never been close growing up, because of my parents shipping her off to a series of elite boarding schools since kindergarten.
But I have certainly spent enough time with her for me to label her a snobby bitch. That I can confirm beyond a doubt.
I’d always resented her. How she’d been preened. How she walked in elongated steps and strides.
Though, as I experienced puberty, the way I viewed her, my perspective, my gaze, shifted drastically into a different manifestation of hate...
I started to notice how hot she is. How fine and tight her body is, its curves, peaks and shapes.
Sandy’s basically perfect-looking. Flawless.
She’s tall, with creamy, ivory white skin. And she’s thin, but athletic. Nothing could be prettier than her face, especially the arches and contours of her heavenly high cheekbones. Fuck, she has a beautiful, round face and these huge sparkly bright blue eyes. Her facial structure could be studied by plastic surgeons, beauticians. Her hair is most radiant, too, lush and curly platinum blond medium length, styled immaculately with sexy face framing fringe.
Her shapely legs go on for miles and her figure is curvy yet firm, with her tight, toned tummy and perfectly perky C-cup sized teardrop tits. From behind as well she’s aesthetically pleasing, as sports, dance, and exercise have bestowed upon her a gloriously voluptuous, well-rounded rear that stands magnificently high and is terrifically taut.
Something about her look reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. My sister is slightly taller and thinner, but there is, for sure, an uncanny resemblance...
Simply put, my sister is a FOX. A fucking harridan in training, a superbitch, but a fox.
Ever since I began to beat off, she’s prominently featured in my fantasies. Fantasies that’ve only intensified...
Besides my recent mental visions of suck-offs, I’ve forever been having a recurring romp, in my mind, of me and my sister in the shower, me standing behind her, plowing into her forbidden pussy, my pelvis clapping at her sculpted, athletic ass, me cupping her bulging tits, our wet bodies in motion, us under the rain shower, slapping skin...
Thinking about fucking her so much makes me feel a wash of adrenaline when in her presence. And now I’m going to be in her presence far more, with the epidemic.
But hey, maybe the fucking black death, if we are about to die, and we are alone together, maybe something ... something could happen...
Despite my sister’s being a total raging bitch, or maybe because of it, she’s preparing to be a hot shot corporate lawyer. And I can see it too. Shit, I can see her being a politician, as evil as she is. I have faith in her heart of darkness. I mean, she is smart as a whip, has razor sharp wits, and is a valedictorian in addition to a beauty queen.
She could be the first female president, MILF status, impeached over her getting a sneaky muff munching in the Oval Office by a Chris Hemsworth looking young intern. I can see it...
四
Since Sandy’s been home, however, she’s seemed to mellow out, somewhat, with the epidemic situation and non-stop shitty news, people in hazmat suits, and dire warnings of death and plague. The situation grim enough for even her frozen cunt to thaw...
Just the other day, our nonchalant parents decided to fly private, jet off for a ski trip at an exclusive resort, and since they’ve been gone, my sister and me have started to get acquainted, talk more, and it’s not been long before she noticed that I’ve been sneaking peaks down her shirt, checking out her ass. At first, she was pretty lax about it, smirking at me coyly when I did so.
Finally, though, this morning, she called me out on it.
It happened when we were in the kitchen, a tangerine sun glowing through the French windows, illuminating her flawless figure as she leaned over the fruit bowl while sifting through a stack of oranges, her eyes squinting and nose crinkling as she carefully dug through the pile, inspecting and sorting, in search of the ripest piece...
Her hair was in a chignon, and she wore a solid black, low-cut AC/DC logo T-shirt dress, its plunging neckline so revealing that her succulent tits hung directly in my line of vision, swinging freely, their luscious glory in full display.
Being a horny bastard, young, dumb and full of cum, I couldn’t take my eyes away and stared, like a deer in headlights, at her dangling, jiggling tits; her tits so bouncy and alive, such hypnotic pendulums.
My sister peered up from the fruit bowl, her gorgeous eyes beaming, laser-like, into mine, and her nostrils flared, and she blushed strawberry red and burst into laughter.
“YOU are such a PERV!!!” she exclaimed, laughing boisterously, snatched an orange and rushed off as if escaping a burning building, scampering off into the dining room, giggling and vanishing into the hallway.
I was ashamed that she’d caught me and remembered an episode of Seinfeld I’d seen as a kid, where Jerry had spoken of cleavage being something you look at only for a split second, then avert your gaze from, like the sun. I wished I’d heeded the sage-like advice.
How would I face my sister, after she busted me THAT royally?
My demons soothed me, though. Told me not to worry, that I should have taken a cell phone picture. But I couldn’t help trembling, panicking and feeling like a total peeping tom, sex offender asshole.
I grabbed a stockpile of food from the fridge, enough to last me the day, and ran up to my room, up the spiral staircase, and locked my door and hunkered down. I knew I’d have to see her eventually, but at least maybe I could avoid her for the rest of the day...
五
It’s about 10 p.m. at night, and I’m in my blue and white Dallas Cowboys pajamas, leaning back into my black leather gaming swivel seat, playing LOL on my PC, when I hear a musical knock on the door.
I get up, hoping it was my parents, home early, hoping it was the cleaners, hoping it was the police, an armed robber, anyone other than...
No such luck. It’s my sister, and she’s staring at me, accusingly, as I pull open the chestnut brown arched wooden door.
Dammit, she’s still wearing the same low-cut T-shirt dress, looking ripe as fuck!
Her hair’s down, which I prefer on her, I gotta say; her flocculent golden locks brushed and parted to the right.
She’s painted on black lipstick and dabbed on heavy helpings of mascara and caramel eye shadow. Fuck she looks hot! Truly ravishing in the amber lighting of the hallway that’s highlighting and tracing her curvaceous form...
“Hey, perv...” she blurts out, snickering and then curls her upper lip, shakes her head arrogantly. I can smell peppermint on her breath.
She then arches her eyebrows, steeples her hands and giggles seductively.
“Shh! Don’t be so loud! Someone might hear you!” I chide her, in a hushed voice.
“No one’s here! The parents are still in Colorado, dumbass! I was going to sneak over to my friend’s, but her parents are in full doomsday mode, won’t let anyone over, like they think it’s about to be The Purge or 28 Days Later, and I have nothing to do, and I’m sick of looking at my phone, so I thought I’d come see what my pervy bro is doing...”
I notice her eyes being sorta bloodshot as she relaxes into a resting bitch face and folds her arms over her stomach, which kinda pushes up, accentuates her delicious boobs.
“I’m gaming.” I tell her, doing my best to keep my eyes to hers and not let them wander downwards again.
“Gaming?”
Her head tilts to the side, and she raises an eyebrow.
“Playing games online.”
“Cell phone games?”
“No, LOL.”
“LOL?”
“League of...”
“Uh, that’s lame,” she cuts in, derisively, totally interrupting me.
“You should be out chasing girls. It’s the fucking apocalypse, and here you are playing video games. You’re on the football team, too! Like, who on the football team is sitting on his computer, during the plague, playing video games?” she asks, rhetorically, or rather affirms, her expression of disappointment causing her upper lip to curl up even further, like a ski slope.
“I’m the kicker. No one cares about me until the game is on the line. Then I’m the most important guy in the world...”
“You’re lame and pathetic,” she bluntly proclaims, folding her arms higher up over her ample chest, tossing her head back and rolling her eyes.
Back into bitch mode, I gather; my sister being a total cunt again. The demon thirst, the primal urge to hate-fuck her intensifies, seething inside me, eating into my better intentions.
She continues her berating, and the pitch of her voice swells into a shrewish falsetto.
“Why don’t you play soccer? Soccer guys are hot.”
Since she’s in a chatty, inquisitive mood, I figure two could play at that game, and I decide to hit the cunt with the Socratic Method.
“Didn’t you play soccer in high school?” I ask, in a calm, Sam Harris-ish monotone.
“I did, yeah,” she replies, her tone softening and stance slacking, her shoulders slouching.
“Is that why you’re hot?” I blurt out, realizing that for the first time, I’d called my sister “hot” to her face.
“So you think I’m hot? Well, I know you must. That’s why you were looking down my shirt!!” she retorts, accusingly, the portals of her eyes bulging as if they were dots under exclamation points.
She snickers, and my face blushes scarlet red; now I’m on guard again, and I stammer, “I, yes, I, couldn’t look away. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re juss a guy.”
I notice her voice is slurry.
“You been drinking, Sandy?” I ask, angle my head and shoot her a suspicious glance.
“No. But I might have smoked weed. Do you wanna drink with me?” she asks and then smiles, and I marvel at how pretty her smile is and how impeccably aligned and marshmallow white her teeth are.
Back to nice Sandy. Fuck, maybe she’s bipolar.
Whatever the case, it’s hard to refuse drinks with such a beautiful woman. It doesn’t matter, either, because of the plague, that woman being my sister.
“Sure. And we can watch something on Netflix too. I was about to watch Contagion.”
“Uh, no, we can watch the news for that. How about something uplifting?”
“Amityville.”
“You asshole ... Okay...”
“Alright.”
“Hey, you’re not gonna kidnap and violate me are you, though? You perv...” asks my sister, crossing her arms tighter, more defensively, hiding her boobs and giving me a snooty stare.
Not that I’d really abduct or violate anyone, especially not my sister, but the thought of being on top of her, throttle-fucking her gives me a euphoric rush and a tingling in my nether region.
I try as best I can to banish the idea from my mind...
“No, I promise, no violating or abuse of any kind!”
“No peeking at my boobs?”
“No peeking at your boobs...” I promise and hold up my right hand like we’re in a courtroom.
Mentally, though, I want to inquire: “But what about your crotch or ass?” but I restrain my base, carnal instincts, my demons, and steel myself with a calming mantra, the words a psychic attempt, a fire extinguisher to the flame of my depravity, the mantra being: “Dude, she’s your sister. Dude, she’s your sister ... Dude...”
Notes: 1)I am not an english-native writer, I do mistakes when I write in english, if you don?t like to read stories with errors, don?t read mine (but if you want to help me improving my english, feel free to send me your comments for sylvia.wechsel at gmail) 2)I conceived this series as an excellent opportunity to describe multiple gender swapping transformations, alternating f2m and m2f, while describing the different ways people adapt to the new situation. 3)The plot is located...
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Adventures of a Merchant: Dance with a Demon by Arcie Emm See Prior Adventures of a Merchant: 1. The Start 2. A Pause in Corels 3. Choices Notes: - Thank you to Hope Eternal Reigns whose editing so often causes me to embarrassedly exclaim, Doh! - The use of ~ around dialog designates it as something ...in a den in the City of Glanlies... A tale untold is like jewelry unsold, precious and shining gloriously, only for its owner. With my writing contract not extended...
Perik crouched behind a bush, shivering with mingled impatience and fear. Out in the clearing something waited, yet she had to go that way. Go that way, and soon! She whimpered, muzzle low to the ground as she peered through bluish-green foliage. A sheer cliff rose to her right, and on her other side the swamp crowded close. The clearing was her only path to her cubs, and it was blocked. Amy looked out of place in her neatly pressed lab smock. Her blond hair and clear blue eyes called for a...
The dream was a familiar one, to Aurianna. A memory from before Matthias had fallen from grace. Before he sacrificed himself for her. The recollection haunted her for years, feeding her guilt. But it wasn’t all bad. Some parts of it were rather pleasant…With the sun beaming down on her eyes, Aurianna awoke, irritated. “Master?” she called as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking for him. Where was he? “Master?” she shouted a bit louder, standing now, stretching greatly. She walked a ways,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiStory Editor: Actiaeon You may look like an average human to everyone else, but you can transform into a demon! Well, not really, you are something called a pseudo-demon, a "normal" human with the powers of turning in a demon version of themselves. You are tall, have dark brown hair, blue eyes, 4 inches of dick (6 when hard) and mouth-watering muscles in your human "form." After you transform you are even taller, even more, muscular and have red eyes, horns, red skin, a tail that ends in...
FantasyThe world before him was strange. A place of pitch-black darkness where the only source of light appeared miles away. Random walked for what felt like hours. The glow his lighthouse pushing him forwards. The young man finally made it to his light only to be greeted by a sight that he could've never imagined. A large red serpent slithered towards him, its entire body radiated with light, it's crimson eyes peering from the shadows at him. Despite its appearance, it was the only source of light in...
RomanceKurtis – Drakin Castle, the Haunted Forest The succubus’s pussy suffocated me. I couldn’t breathe. She held me tight to her cunt. Her petals spilled over my lips and nose. I had to breathe. But if I did, I would drown in her pussy cream. It would fill my lungs. I had to submit. I had to lick her if I was to survive. My chest burned. My head pounded. I clenched my jaws tight. I welded my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I would not give her the satisfaction. I did not submit. I conquered....
I took a shower, toweled dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could hear a dog whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started scratching at the door with his claws."Hold...
It was a Friday. I was sitting in my English class. And despite my new found friends, I still liked sitting alone. I could focus and work better. Then the door opened and our vice principal came in with a boy walking behind him. This boy...wow. Dark black (darker than Joshua's, the total absence of colour) spiky hair. Pale skin. Clean shaven face. He wore a black "Breaking Benjamin" Shirt. Black jeans with a chain on them and combat boots. He carried a black bag over his...
I am Hornless. A demon. One of the many infernal entities who have been graced with the ability to blend into human societies with minimal risk of detection. Unlike our more chaotic kin who delight in embracing the worlds they visit in fire and brimstone, Hornless are far more subtle, like a whisper in the wind, the third voice in one's consciousness given a living, breathing vessel, disguising ourselves to spread sin and debauchery in silent, conspiratous wakes. This immortal shell of shape...
FantasyExposed to the hard spattering of raindrops, I had never been smaller than at my grandmother's graveside. Grandma Carolina Haverton MacKinley herself was small next to my great grandmother, Helen Haverton, who took "Haverton-Gibson" as her married name. Grandma Helen worked her husband, an architect, to found a construction and real estate empire. She began in Portland. Our properties now dominated areas as far south as California's Sacramento delta. My mother managed it now.My mother wept...
Mind ControlNo-one knows how old the Pervengeance Demon is - very few people know she exists. That's kind of the point. While other supernatural beings and denizens of the underworld are concerned with gaining power, loyalty and worship, she just wants to play with her powers. She loves a good prank and has the powers to carry it out. Specifically, she loves tricking women and she gets off a lot on empowering men - empowering them to do the naughty, 'corrupt' acts they wouldn't be able to do...
Mind ControlAs they say about the merits of iron versus wooden lawn furniture, "No rust for the wicker." Right in the middle of writing a gargoyle, I read an article in a newspaper that gives me an idea for another gargoyle. Since it's a Halloween-ish sort of story ("Halloweeny" sounds like a cocktail hot dog you give out to trick-or-treaters), I decided to write it now. Hope you enjoy, and YES, this was inspired by a _true_ story. More about that after the story. By the way, this story has been...
Angelina sat on her bed, wearing a negligee and silky see through robe. She looked out of her window and saw the clouds from her balcony. It's been very peaceful ever since the battle of the angels and demons ended. The war, however will never end. Being a princess of angels, its really hard to not think of the war. She turned off the candle and lays down. She closes her eyes. A sudden noise woke Angelina opening her eyes. She gasped as she saw a shadowy face above her. She tried to scream, but...
Sailor Moon - The Rise of the Demons By: Night Creeper and SethiteDisclaimer: All of the Naoko Takeuchi characters are owned and created by Naoko Takeuchi. And even though I have tampered with some of the storylines and backgrounds established by Naoko Takeuchi, they are still owned by Naoko Takeuchi. Any resemblances to actual people are coincidental and unintentional. And remember, this story is used for entertainment and not profit. If it is illegal for you to read something that only ADULTS...
What is the nature of demons? Are they the demons case down by god, the spawn of Satan, as humans tend to believe? Do they come from a different world? What are they? Demons come from all over the worlds. They are dimension travelers, but most specifically, they are beings that feed off of life. They are parasites. There are few that know the true origin of demons, most of them being the first demons. Some of them are still alive. Stories claim that the demons came originally from a harsh...
Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, an 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here. “Ooooooohhhhhh oooooohhhhhhhh oh god eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Polly could see her uncle’s head between her aunt’s legs. Her aunt was...
IncestAngels and Demons By Morpheus This is a story idea that had been bouncing around in my head for over a year before I finally decided to start writing it. Originally, I'd envisioned it as an anime series and as such, I ended up writing it as a serial and posting it on Big Closet and the TG Fiction Yahoo group over a period of about two months. Part 1 I leaned back in the passenger seat of my vehicle, silently listening to the radio. There wasn't any music playing or...
I am a vampire. I did not turn as any other has. I was not bitten by a vampire. I had no sponsor into the world of darkness. No one showed me the canal from which to draw power. My beginning is clouded in mystery, even from my own memories. I simply am. I was not from this world called Earth. I arrived from another world. I came from chaos. I come from a world of fire. My world was a place where the air is so thick with sulfurous gas and toxic smoke that nothing can survive simply by itself....
Every so often one of the men would shoot their thick, hot load inside Princess Humblunt or douse her skin heavily, leaving the princess so thoroughly slathered that just touching her would leave you filthy. By the time each of the men had finished destroying their toy they were so exhausted and drained that they hardly noticed the princess had gotten a little too eager and sunk two of her teeth into each of their shafts while she was sucking them dry. The princess was not specifically...
This time, I probably won’t come crawling back to Rebecca. I know full well that I fucked up choosing her, and there is no coming back from it. “Can I at least get my clothes?” I called from the sidewalk, but the only answer I got was a slammed door. She was probably going to sell them anyways. “Damn.” I jostled with my jacket pockets, trying to find the keys to my sports car. Finding my keys in my left pants pocket, I started the car and began to leave. I didn’t want to know, or care to...
Penny stretched looking round at the last few items resting against the far wall. Yvette smiled at the exaggerated sigh Penny gave. It was not obvious at a glance that the pair were sisters, they had very different appearances. Penny was the oldest at twenty two. She was short, a couple of inches under average height. She had short, stylish black hair and dark eyes. Her figure matched her size in that it was small, but not too small. Her breasts were not tiny, instead they matched her...
The Demon By Anna Na Maus This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. If you are offended by Trans stories please don't read any further. This is a short story that just popped into my head one night. Anyone who has read my other works will know that I try and...
I didn't want to go into the field uprepared; so that meant that there had to be a way to test out new weapons and technologies before I was placed in danger. I needed a controlled environment in which I could determine whether a given chemical or weapon would affect Nympha. So that meant I had to have Nympha. Here, on hand in my abandoned Brownfield factory. There was really no other way. The elevator door opened and I stepped into a chamber with a two-story high old reactor...
Christmas is approaching again. Before my ex wife left ten years ago, Santa was still alive and well in my daughter’s imagination. I enjoyed the holiday season back then, never letting anyone forget what Christmas was really about. The last Christmas we were together we attended midnight service singing His praise. By New Year’s Eve she had left, moving in with some man that I had no idea even existed. She never voiced any interest in seeking custody of our daughter. I’m glad she didn’t. My...
Surrounding kingdoms that knew of the cursed lands, known as the ring of ashes, often forbid anyone from going near such a place and felt it was better left forgotten. So long as only the peasant villages between the nobility and the ring of ashes were seeing people disappear every night it wasn't exactly a big deal. Then things changed, and nobles began to disappear as well. At first it was only a small handful of lower class nobles, and all except their closest relatives made little of it,...
*SLAP* His eyes glow in anger. She turns and walks back to the table leaning down with her ass up in the air and pulls two pocketknives and an intricate dagger out of her boot and places them carefully down on the table. Then with one pull she frees her hair, standing up and flipping it behind her. As it falls it settles wildly around her shoulders and over her breasts. She take a moment and stare at her subject...soaking in the realization if all she's about to do. His bluish-green...
Introduction: He opened his eyes carefully scrutinizing his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were leather cuffed to the walls of the mysterious dungeon and his tattered black feathered wings spread out behind him along the walls… He opened his eyes carefully scrutinizing his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were leather cuffed to the walls of the mysterious dungeon and his tattered black feathered wings spread out behind him along the walls. His clothes laid strewn across the floor torn...
Iliafray awoke to the not unfamiliar sensation of a tongue lapping at her cunt, reaching down she felt Sophia’s head resting on her thighs while her tongue lapped away as a wake up call, she pressed Sophia’s head down encouraging her in her efforts. Sophia was leisurely in her efforts trying to slowly build Iliafray up to a climax licking around her labia and clitoris with slow deliberate motions finally as she felt Iliafray approaching her climax she nipped reached up and thrust three fingers...
Campfires lit the dark forest, casting long, dancing shadows between the trees. Clustered around them were soldiers clad in combat gear, their rifles leaning on nearby trunks or hanging over their shoulders on slings. They muttered quietly, making idle conversation as they waited for the order to move out. The squad had been assigned by the Grand Lodge to take out a rogue summoner and his familiars who were holed up in a nearby grove, but it was protected by magic that was beyond the order’s...
Hello, my name is ... well I don't have name. Lesser demons don't get names. We are just expected to roam the Earth, using our very limited powers until we make an impression on the big man downstairs. What do we do? Well the same thing as the big, famous demons. We each have our assigned field: greed, anger, envy, lust ... I was lucky enough to get a lust specialty in perversion. My job is the same as the powerful succubi and incubi: turn people toward a life of sexual perversion. I'm getting...
Mind ControlAhhh the demons are coming, coming so fastThey bare your soul like an ugly past. Pounding their chests and fangs so sharpThey rip and tear inside my head and heart.I can’t escape them...Let me be!Why oh why do you do this to me?I was hidden away in my seclusion Where it was safe in all my delusions.My mind screams outBut my mouth says naughtI’m trembling in fear of being caughtHidden here in my little secret spot.I long for peace inside myselfBut the demons rage cannot be shelved.Their claws...
Friday, July 17, 2009, 11:00 AM The tunnel reverberated with the screaming. Tricia, Annie, and Joey were shrieking and crying as they plummeted through the fiery shaft. The walls were covered in flames, and they could see faces formed in the flames, faces screaming in their own agonies. The solid fire whip that wrapped around Tricia’s and Annie’s bodies cut hard into Tricia’s stomach, and she clawed at the mystical bonds, trying to free herself. She couldn’t find a break in the whip. All...
Alana felt distressed. The weather had deteriorated and she felt the stirrings of the approaching electrical storm. Winds strengthening and blowing her long auburn tresses around her pretty face. Little she could do with manacled wrists attached to chains which only allowed her s few feet I’d movement. The creature could smell the human and instinctively knew it was a female, a distressed one at that. It made a pleased grimace which was never human, baring it’s long canine like fangs. The...
The ringing alarm clock hits Jerry's head like a freight train. He rolls over and hits the off button. The only thing he wants to do is go back to sleep. His better judgment tells him it's a workday. Sleeping in is not an option. He drags his naked body into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. Stumbling back to the living room, he sits down in his chair and closes his eyes, trying to catch a few more zzz's before the coffee is done.Sitting in the chair, still half asleep, he notices a...
TransI walked off the shuttle with returning men and women on leave. I crossed to the sergeant on the orders desks and slipped my ID tags across. She looked at me for a minute before touching them and then smiling, “the Demons have been waiting sir.” I smiled, “so I was told sergeant.” She handed the tags back, “My cousin top sergeant Samantha Morgan said you were nice.” I looked her over, “how is Sam?” She grinned, “suffering a term teaching the basic training course.” I laughed and glanced...
It’s been a rather quiet and boring month since your best friend Amy left on another of her business trips and left you in charge of watering her plants. You’re used to doing this for her since she tends to leave unexpectedly for a couple of weeks, but now you’re getting worried because this is the longest she has ever been gone without giving you a call. You don’t even know where she went! Over at here place, you finish watering the azaleas when you finally decide to look around and see if you...
FantasyWhen Ryan stepped through the door of his apartment, Nahash was waiting there for him, lounging on the couch as she watched him hang up his coat. She was treating it like a chaise longue due to her size, reclining on it as she leaned with one arm on the backrest and the other trailing over the side. Her long legs were crossed, hanging over the adjacent armrest, her cloven hooves touching the floor. She had always been distractingly attractive, but for the first time, he felt free to really...
Phil considered, once again, what to admit to his family. He didn’t want to undermine their confidence and shake their faith in him. Opening his front door, he forced himself to smile. “Hello. How’s everyone doing?” His unexpected greeting surprised Toni and his wife, Jane. More than anything else, as it wasn’t his typical approach. “I’m glad you enjoyed your afternoon off,” Toni replied. “I hope you got it out of your system.” “Why? Is there more demand than usual?” “Uh, not...
Heather sighed wearily as she put the last of her children to bed. The kids, ages 2 years and 4 months had been unusually clingy today, and she was exhausted! Normally her husband took the children out on Saturday evenings so that she could have a few hours to herself, but with Mark away on a week long business trip, she was on her own for the next few days. As Heather poured the bubbles into the bathwater, she heard the clock strike 8 pm. Heather slowly undressed, taking the time to examine...
I walked to the old fashion bookstore that you would see in movies, the building had paint peeling off and was made of wood. I walked into it to hear a chime from the bell above the door and the gentleman at the counter saying, "Welcome, I hope you find whatever you are looking for." I nodded and went more into the store. I was looking at the book until one caught my eye. I pulled it out from the bottom of a stack and looked at it for a few seconds until the stack fell on me. A few minutes...
IncestYou cough as small clouds of dust rise up off the floor with every little movement. This particular room probably hadn't been used since your great great great grandfather's time or something because your footsteps leave deep imprints in the thick layer of dust. Almost like snow, if you want to compare the gross scene in front of you to something a little nicer to look at. Having finished your usual chores and duties, you thought it would be fun to explore around the castle but so far your mini...
FantasyYou stir with a groan and open up your eyes, only to close them again as a searing pain stabs you in the eye. Wondering what you did last night, you try to sit up only to find that you can’t. Something hard and unyielding is holding your wrist above your head. Awareness floods you as you realize that whatever the hard surface your laying on is, it’s definitely not your mattress. You thrash against your bonds as fear jolts you awake, only to fall back with a groan as the movement sends more pain...
You sprint excitedly from your Chevy to the door of your log cabin in the woods. Finally, the gift from your archaeologist friend, Cassandra, came, just like every month for the past 2 years. You quickly enter and shut the door, eager to see what she sent this month. You set the package on the table in the center of the room and then glance at the mirror. Your bright emerald eyes appraise yourself in the mirror. You're wearing a white tank-top, no bra, a blue skirt, your mid-back length hair...
"How did it start?" Kim, my therapist asks. I stare off into space, looking out the window. It's cloudy today. Dark and gloomy. Just like my mood. "Amy," Kim says softly to get my attention. I turn my attention to her, but I am not looking at her. I am looking at him, Wayne. Tall and beautiful, so surreal. "How did it start?" she asks again. "It was one day when I was home alone. Dancing to the music from my cell phone. I felt someone staring at me, so I stopped and looked around. Saw no one,...
SupernaturalSaturday….Saturday…again its Saturday, one day of the week maybe I hated most when I was in class 9. You guys must be thinking why so? Well Saturdays were my nightmares…. morning 9 am I have to be ready as our old godforsaken driver would whisk me up and drop me at Nirmala Aunty’s Place at Southern Avenue. Nirmala Aunty, my mom’s best friend, drop dead gorgeous, extremely well educated, filthy rich, and last of all head mistress of a famous girls school, with a matching temper. I was...
Incest"I think he's asleep." Craig's wife smiled at him, her hands gently tucking in the blue blankets around Billy. Their son's arms seemed to hug the stuffed bunny tighter. Even after almost a year, that kind of thing still got Craig choked up. He reached into the crib, touching first his son's head, then the bunny's. "Forget which one's our son?" Eve asked. Craig chuckled softly. "It's the one with less fur." He straightened, wrapping the robe around himself a little tighter and...
RAMIE? Please don’t leave me, Ramie. I’m frightened. Where are you? Don’t leave me here alone! I was dreaming. Had to be dreaming. Miranda was dead. Please, please, take me with you, Ramie? I’m so frightened. Please. She was begging me and sounded so much like my Miranda. I wanted to take her into my arms and hold her. I wanted desperately to believe I was back in her body. That she was alive and we could watch our baby grow up. We would change history! “Miranda? How... ? Was it a...
As the intensely bright light slowly recedes, you cough at the muskiness of the air - you find yourself now in a dark, sparsely light stone corridor, perhaps underground because there are no windows to be seen. The glowing purple pentagram you walked through hissed behind you before fading to a dull gray; touching the portal yields no passage back to Atter's Pit, the dungeon you were in the process of exploring for treasure before come here... wherever here is. "That was real smart of you,...
Fantasyany of the actresses mentioned below. This story is written down for enjoyment purposes only. Reese witherspoon woke up with a headache. She didn't know where she was. All she could feel that she was blindfolded. Not only that, she was tied to the bed with duct tape, unable to move her hands and legs. She also noticed that she was nude. A duct tape covered her mouth so that she shouldn't shout. All she remembered was going to a producer's home for some script reading of a film they were...
Her new home sat on several acres of land in the middle of nowhere. Listening all she could hear was the night creatures singing their song to the moon and the gurgle of the stream that fed into the larger river and the very back of her land. The stream was on her property but it was the unofficial boundary with her neighbors to the North. She hadn’t met them yet, but they were the closest people to her. The next closest neighbor was across the street and over a mile away. Sipping her wine,...
Introduction: Part one Amanda stood up satisfied. Looking around her house she was making some progress unpacking but she was starting to get tired. Stretching her back she rubbed her breasts, even they were sore and tired from the move. Picking up her glass of wine, she decided that she wanted a little fresh air before she attempted making the bed and so, stepped out into the night air. Her new home sat on several acres of land in the middle of nowhere. Listening all she could hear was the...
The pain in your chest wakes you. A dim light hangs above, and the smell of copper, smoke, rust and dust fills the air. Looking around, you can see that you're in a warehouse or a basement somewhere. But more worryingly, you're strapped down to a metal table by your wrists and ankles. Also, you're naked with a strange symbol carved into your chest. The dust tickles my nose and you sneeze. You regret that decision when your head bounces off the table, making a large and throbbing lump at the...
Susan just graduated from high school. She was looking through the local job ads and noticed: Product Demonstrator $50/hr Females only MUST BE 18 + Please apply in person with the name of a local store with an address and phone number. Susan was excited she could live on her own with this job. She drove to the store. She went to customer service and told them she was there to apply for the product demonstrator job. She was asked her age. "18," Susan answered. She was told to head up the...