The Pulpit

AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following is a work of erotic horror so if you’re under the age of eighteen navigate away from this page. 

            Riana Färber lay in silk luxury.  Awakening as she did in total darkness she stretched out her body and squirmed against the decadent lining of her coffin.  Not quite fully conscious the two hundred year-old vampire became aware of the unnatural life slowly rising thorough her. 

            The sun hasn’t fully set, she thought.  I usually don’t like resting in my casket but we couldn’t find someplace to pass the day away.  The energy sluggishly moving through my body always gives me the creeps.

            The slippery feel of her silk gown moving against the same material beneath her gave her the impression she was sliding.  Even the slightest wiggling produced the sensation of lying upon a dry, yet oiled surface.  She opened her eyes.

            Riana began to hear sounds, faint yet distinct.  The graceless clomping of boots, the deep low mutterings of men’s voices and scrape of stone against stone resounded through the ancient wood of her coffin.  All became silent for a moment.  Then she heard a grinding sound like someone rubbing two bricks together for some unknown reason.  Puzzlement rose in her brain until the thudding slam reverberated the floor above her making small particles of dust rain down upon her face.  Then the realization came to her.

            Someone has found my hiding place!

            The icy cold caress of a thousand worms upon her brain sent terror flowing into her extremities as if she had been dunked into a frozen pond.  The splintering of wood and fiberglass above her made more fine debris cascade down upon her.  In her mind it became a race against time.  Would her body’s strength return faster than the intruders would rip open her hiding place?  Which would happen first?  Did Riana have time enough to battle those seeking to destroy her or would the clock finally run out on her undead state?  A low whimpering echoed above her.

            Oh shit—Michael! Riana recalled, not lessening her fears.

            Michael Renee McDaniels.  Her current paramour, friend and companion was stretched out in his own box which lay atop hers.  In her dull, dazed state she had forgotten their resting arrangement.  The small crypt in the center of the cemetery hadn’t allowed them to reside side-by-side.  Instead he had graciously agreed to have his coffin set above hers.  Chivalry, love or whatever the reason was Michael had insisted upon this.  Riana’s eyes began to well up with hot tears which ran out of the corners of her eyes and just past her ears. 

            “No,” her lover’s croaking voice pleaded.  “Please don’t do this.”

            His words shattered her undead heart like an ice sculpture hit with a mallet.

            “I send you to Hell’s hot embrace!” a man’s thundering reply came.

            There was a flurry of activity above her.  She could hear and feel Michael’s limbs thrashing frantically against the bottom of his casket.  More strength poured into her body but not enough to push herself free and defend the man she loved.

            “Stop!  You don’t understand!” the man above her shouted.

            Riana flinched at the sudden sound of a hammer striking something wooden and Michael’s painful wail.  More thumping noises, even more insanely desperate boomed only shut out by the horrible din of repeated impacts from the mallet.  Tears ran down the sides of her face like droplets of a torrential rain on a window pane.  Michael’s gurgling sobs, his attackers’ heavy grunting and her own weeping filled up the seven foot long coffin she lay in.  The terrible sounds overflowed like the sorrow welling up inside of her.  Riana slapped her hand across her mouth to keep her screams of denial from being heard.  The final blow fell and she gasped into her bitten palm when she spied the bloody, ragged point of the stake appear in the top of her own casket.

            “It is done,” the man stated.  “Evil has been destroyed and we can take pride in doing the Lord’s work.”

            Riana tried to think herself as small as a mouse, as silent as the grave and still as a dark tarn.

            “What about the other one?” the man’s accomplice inquired.

            “There is no reason to check it,” the first one countered.  “We only had reports of one male bloodsucker not two.  Besides how would it get out?”

            “Let’s get out of here.”

            The clomping sounds of their exit echoed like the sounds of a hollow victory in her mind.  Michael had been destroyed, killed and murdered.  They had been together for sixty years.  Her mind immediately and painfully began running through the memories of meeting, loving and turning him.  From the disco days of the seventies to the grudge era and beyond they had walked together in harmony, hunger and health. 

            Now he is gone, she sniffled.

            The bang of the iron gate informed her those who had slain her lover had departed without further investigation.  The sudden fact she had survived another close call burst into her sorrowful brain.  Riana smiled and felt the tug of her lips pulling away from her fangs.  The bared pearly weapons felt longer and sharper as her hunger for revenge grew in her undead heart.

****

            Riana crouched in the darkness and ignored the soft moaning of the semi-unconscious woman lying next to her.  She raised her sight to the small square of light above her head and tried not to laugh out loud.  Her prey’s heavy footfalls informed her he was approaching.

            Her search hadn’t taken long, in fact it had been surprisingly shorter than she expected.  Reverend Richard Black cleared his throat as he walked towards her position.  The First Church of Christ’s pastor was a pompous, arrogant and proud man who she had studied well these past few weeks.  Michael’s killer had bragged far and wide how he had removed an evil blot on the surrounding countryside.  His boasting tale told from the pulpit above her head had sent shock, relief and admiration flowing from his congregation to puff up the wilted self-worth of the minister.  This was his Achilles’ heel—his overwhelming, driving need to be respected.  It would be his downfall.

            Another groggy groan from the body beside her let Riana know she hadn’t quite rendered its owner completely senseless.  She twisted upon the sheaf of papers, crushing and tearing them to cuff the woman once more.  The sounds stopped making the vampire smirk.

            I know you too well now Reverend Black, she thought.  Your bad memory, your egotistical hatred of looking down at your sermon’s notes and how you had concocted this secret hiding place beneath your pulpit so your assistant could quietly remind you of what to say next.

            Despite the holiness of this place it had cost Riana very little in pain to crawl into here from the secret passage’s entrance in the church’s hall.  The sanctuary above would singe her flesh to a charred blackened state if she set foot upon it’s hallowed and consecrated floor.  But the ladder and hole above her had been woefully neglected when it came to being blessed. 

            Black couldn’t be seen blessing this place without being discovered and his ego would not have allowed that.

            The white square was eclipsed letting Riana know her prey had stepped up to the podium.  She retrieved the sermon’s notes and began to silently ascend the short ladder.

            “My brothers and sisters in Christ,” he began, “I am so happy to see so many smiling new faces amongst our congregation.  It makes my heart swell with joy to witness what one single act of faith and courage can do to bring so many others into the light of Jesus Christ, our Lord.  Can I get a Hallelujah?”

            “Hallelujah,” they responded.

            “We walk in dark times, brothers and sisters.  These are dark and dangerous times where pop culture tears at the fabric between what is right and wrong.  Youngsters are being corrupted by false beliefs, ungodly trends and whorish fashions.  They are being led to believe that monsters are misunderstood, to be pitied and loved instead of being destroyed like the unholy vermin they are.  Vampire movies, books and stories depicting these vile creatures to be nothing more than human beings who have a disease, nothing more.  We have to stay strong and fight what we know to be the truth…God’s own truth!”

            “Amen,” the congregation muttered.

            Riana rose to crotch level beneath the pulpit.  She licked her lips in anticipation of the events to come.  Deep inside she felt a thrill of tickling glee for what she was about to do to the arrogant murderer of her beloved Michael. 

            It has been a long time since I’ve done this, she thought silently.  Existing on animals and stealing nourishment from hospitals is enough to keep me alive but there’s something so right, so exciting about supping on a human.

            “We have long suffered from these misguided authors,” Black said, his voice rising.  “It started with Bram Stoker and has grown now to include the business empire of that Myers’ woman—a follower of the Mormon way who pens atrocity after atrocity!  Can I get an amen?”

            He could and did.

            Riana reached out and with a feather light touch caressed the front of Black’s expensive trousers.  She withheld a smile when his hips jerked back.

            “I come to you, a man dedicated to His way,” the minister said without stammering.  “to teach you these things must be, should be and will be fought!  Too many innocents are rushing to see the next Twilight movie, buying up vampire erotica and snuffing out the light of their souls.”

            She parted the folds of his fly and began to tug the zipper down.  Trapped by his speech and confusion the preacher still tried to pull away.  His pant legs shook in slight a trembling shake as she slowly yanked the metal fastener to the bottom of his fly. 

            “W-we must, without haste or fear of reprisal, tell these people we will no longer stand for their corruption.  We will protest at these movies, picket book stores during their new releases and pass out a million flyers to those who have been led down the wrong path.”

            She felt him shrink from her touch but her firm grip on his fleshy shaft held him in place.  Tugging gently on it Riana began to stroke the minister’s cock and make him gasp and stammer during his impassionate speech.  She was betting on him being too embarrassed or aroused to give away her position.

            “I-I know you will be with me, beside me the entire time as I go forth to enlighten the ignorant masses of the dangers in believing vampires and werewolves are anything less than monsters,” he stuttered.  “We will be a force from Heaven itself to be reckoned with.  C-can I get a Hallelujah?”

            “ Hallelujah!” they cried out.

            His meaty shaft had grown to its full length in her soft fingers.  Riana tugged him free of his pants and pulled the rampant cock to her cold lips.   She waited for the right moment.  For a moment he seemed to forget she had him by the balls.

            “It will be a glorious day when the world rises up to cast off the blindfold wrapped around their eyes.  We will cry in one voice that we will not allow, permit or ignore the corruption of our children.  Holding Hollywoodand the publishing industry accountable for their evil ways, to wean them off of ill-gained profits and drag them kicking and screaming into His light!”

            Upon Black’s uttering of the word His she placed her lips against the bulbous head of his cock making the minister yelp out the word.  She swirled her tongue around it making him pause for effect and keep the illusion being seen by his parish he was in control.  She heard him groan softly and imagined what must be going through his mind.  Laughing to herself she could almost hear him wondering what had gotten into his female assistant.  A part of her deduced the pastor must be thinking his sermon was inspiring the woman beneath the pulpit to suckle his cock out of sheer respect and undying dedication.

            “I charge you to do as I have done.  To seek out those filthy vile creatures who slink from the light of Heaven and hide in moldy graves.  Drag them out and drive a stake through their black hearts.  Look to the signs of their existence.  You must keep a constant vigil!  For if too many of our youngsters believe vampires are cool we will lose them to bloody bared fangs, their blessed lives given to slake the devilish thirst of these demons!  Oh Lord, please deliver us from Evil!”

            Riana sucked him deep into her mouth and he sobbed out the last sentence very loud.  She fondled his tightly clenched balls and tugged the base of his cock while in her mind’s eye she saw him gripping the sides of the podium in a white knuckled grip.  She covered his shaft with spit and snickered while his feet shifted in agitation, arousal and fear. 

            “T-tomorrow we will take up the fight and demand the local chain bookstore stop carrying the works of Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, Stephanie Myers and others who would pen such atrocities to confuse and befuddle the minds of our innocent children.  We will usher in an age—an age of… of… goodness and righteousness!”

            His slight forgetfulness had been deliberately caused by Riana’s mouth working feverishly upon his iron-hard rod.  Her hands squeezed his balls and yanked upon his vein-covered cock until she heard, with great delight, his elbows strike against the top of the pulpit.  She knew the men and women staring at him would be thinking the preacher was in the grips of a religious fervor.  Black’s voice returned but it was aimed downward in her direction.  He spoke in hushed tones and she surmised he had covered the microphone in front of him to further muffle the sound for the question didn’t come out of the large speakers.

            “What are you doing?” he husked out. 

            Riana didn’t answer him but ran the tip of her tongue underneath his throbbing member and tickled his quaking testicles. 

            “Helen you h-have to stop,” he demanded weakly.  “This isn’t proper.”

            “No,” she whispered back.  “Keep preaching.”

            Riana licked her index finger and waited for him to pick up where he left off.

            “Brothers and sisters—good people ofNiles, will you take up this burden?  Can you find the strength and dedication to suffer the slings and arrows of the lost children of humanity, just like the punishment Christ endured on his way toCalgary?  We must be strong in our faith!  Too many souls have been lost to darkness because we have sat by in idle disbelief and watched the destruction of morality.  Out of sheer shock and dismayed we have not acted accordingly.  Can I get an A-amen?”

            “Amen,” they chorused as she rubbed her wetted finger against his puckered anus.

            “I-I didn’t hear you,” Black said in a distracted tone.

            Riana slid the slippery digit into his bottom and covered his shaft with her wet mouth.

            “Amen!” the reply from the pews came loudly.

            “Again?”

            She pushed it up to the second knuckle and slurped harder at his organ.

            “Amen!”

            Working one hand up and down his meat, pushing her face against the fabric of his trousers and swirling her finger in his anus Riana drove the minister into a frenzy of contortions.  She inwardly giggled how those in the pews would think he was in the grip of some religious fever.

            “We w-will remove the stain upon literature, movies and wash away improper illusions!” he shouted.  “It will be us, filled with the righteousness of the Holy Spirit, who will topple the printed media from their unholy perches!” he bellowed.

            Riana felt his cock swell in tune with the growing loudness of his voice.  His ass clenched around her finger, holding it snugly inside while his balls began to flex.  She increased her efforts and soon she was gagging from the depth his throbbing meat had sunken to in her throat.  Yanking, tugging, thrusting and fingering she felt his dam break and the sudden rush of boiling warm seed rush down the fevered length of his organ. In her mind’s eye she could see the congregation lean forward, intent on his words.  They would see the redness in his face and mistake it for holy passion.  Only he would know it was because of the killer orgasm he was about to suffer.

            “We will cast them down into the Pit!  Overthrowing them and putting in place a moral and responsible group of goodly thinking people w-who will… always remember… they are beholden to… keeping faith with…”

            That’s it, she thought, say His name just as you get off…

            “Jesus Christ!” he screamed.

            Riana’s gullet was treated to a torrential rush of Reverend Black’s sperm which shot out of his flexing cock’s head in thick rivulets.  She noted with pleasure he was standing on the balls of his feet while her throat milked, her fist pumped and her finger jabbed him.

            “Oh my God, brothers and sisters!” he shrieked.  “Dear Lord!  It’s u-unbelievable—oh my God!”

            “Amen!” the people cried over and over.

            “Yes!” some woman screeched, “Testify to His glory, Reverend Black!”

            “Lord Jesus Christ!” some woman wailed.

            “My life for yours, Jesus!” a man roared.

            “I’ll take up the Cross for Him!” a weeping female screamed.

            Riana bit his cock and a rush of hot blood spewed into her throat. 

            “Oh God!” Reverend Black shouted.

            She drank heavily.  He slumped against the back of the podium while the rush of erotic sensations rose from his loins and enflamed his brain.  Riana felt the preacher’s hips buck slower and slower until she had her fill.  Withdrawing her fangs from his punctured cock she held him still and retrieved a length of surgical gauze from her pocket.  She stopped the bleeding with the bandage.  Only then did she allow him to withdraw his limp, reddened shaft from the prison of her firm grip.  Tenderly she placed the sensitive organ back into his pants and briefs and tucked a note into his front, right pocket while the people probably now standing in the aisles shouted, prayed and rejoiced.   She slipped down the ladder and crawled along the passageway to find a place to hide until night when she could escape.

****

            She stood on the threshold of the mausoleum and waited.  The moon, full and pregnant slowly crossed the starry sky while she passed the time.  Down the hill she could see the cars speeding past the cemetery carrying people to their various nighttime destinations.  Riana smiled briefly. 

            I wonder how much longer he can resist? She mused merrily. It has been two weeks and I must admit I do admire his willpower.  Most of my victims don’t last a few days before they come to me begging for more or to be turned but him I had to make an appointment.  He showed up per my note, but he tried to kill me.  Even then, while he was under my power Black fought me but his efforts were futile.  He died right after I drained him the second night.  I felt him crawl off and die in his bed, his bible and crucifix lying forgotten on the ground beside him.  You know if I didn’t hate him so much for destroying Michael I’d be tempted to keep him around.

            She knew the curse of her toothy kiss had coursed through the minister’s body poisoning his soul and corrupting his mind.  He wouldn’t be able to enter his church or hold his bible.  It was a matter of time. 

            Then my revenge will be complete.

            She felt rather than saw him crouching near a cluster of tombstones at the very bottom of the hill.  The supernatural connection between them alerted her to his whereabouts as surely as if he was wearing a bright red neon sign above his head.  The frantic thumping of his heartbeat crossed the distance like an ocean wave and reverberated off her body.  Riana took great delight in its fluttering beat.

            Come to me! She called out psychically.

            She watched him dart from gravestone to gravestone trying to hide.  This amused her to no end and she wondered whose attention he was trying to avoid.  Was it hers?  Or did the infected preacher desperately attempting to conceal his plight from members of his congregation who had followed him here?  Would he approach her or just glare at her from a safe distance?

            Hopping, loping and dashing she snickered as Black went from hiding spot to hiding spot.  Eventually the slouched figure crossed over the road in front of her mausoleum and slide to a stop behind a tall monolithic headstone.  Riana laughed and the sweet sound of her merriment rang out in the graveyard.  She heard him moan in arousal in response.

            “You cannot hide from me, Reverend Black,” she called out.  “I can feel your presence as surely as I can see the moon above me.”

            “What have you done to me?” he cried out in a pitiful tone.

            “Nothing you didn’t deserve.”

            “Who are you?  Why do you haunt my dreams?  Night after night I saw your face dancing like some Gamorrahian whore in sensual visions which cloud my mind.  Now I have wakened in my grave only to be pulled to your presence.”

            “I am Riana—the mate of the vampire you destroyed.  I was lying in the other casket while you drove a piece of vile wood into my lover’s heart.”

            “But that’s impossible!”

            “Why because you think I couldn’t move the coffin above me to get out?  You are as stupid as you are misguided.  I have strength enough to carry my hiding place for many miles without breaking a sweat but you were too lazy to check.”

            “Please restore me to Glory—I cannot enter my own church anymore!”

            “You are of the night now.  No longer can you call for divine aid or even utter the name of your deity.  I have made you what you despise.”

            “Why have you done this?”

            The holy man stepped out from behind the monolith and staggered towards her.  She noted dispassionately his white face, gleaming fangs and hungry face.  His hands were curled into painful claws and the smell of burnt flesh wafted past her face.  She guessed he tried to enter holy ground only to find he was damned forever.  Tears ran down his hollow cheeks so terrible was his plight it nearly tugged pity from her undead heart.  She had taken everything away from him he had stubbornly clung to.  Pathetic and distraught he sobbed quietly before her.  But she heard the echoes of Michael’s voice and the sudden remorse for Black’s plight died a stillborn’s death.  He stopped two feet away and fell to his knees.

            “Tell me why you’ve made me this way?” he demanded softly.

            “To teach you a lesson—I didn’t ask for this curse but I live with it the best I can.  Michael and I never took a human life but you weren’t interested it that.  You came, filled with righteous indignation and slaughtered my beloved like some sacrificial lamb on the altar of you puffed up ego.  Now you will suffer as I have,” she said making her voice cruel on purpose.

            “Please no”.

            “You can accept your fate or wait for the morning to come and destroy you.  There will be no redemption either in Heaven or Hell for you, Reverend Richard Black!”

            She turned her back on him and shut the door to her crypt.  A part of her wondered what course of action he would take.  Would he greet the dawn and die or would he slink off to his own grave and hide from the sun?  She was hoping for the second option.  Knowing his vast ego and the terrified look in his eyes somehow she just knew Black would succumb to a vampire’s existence.

            I’m sure once the Assistant Minister of the church reads the note I left on his car this evening he will take action.  Perhaps tomorrow night he’ll finish what I’ve started.  How ironic that the speech I heard him deliver will be his undoing, Riana chuckled to herself.

Purging

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following story contains adult themes, language and sexual situations.  If you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!

 

“I ate too much,” Donna said as we walked into my apartment.

“No, you didn’t,” I replied.

“Yes, I did.  I’m going to get fat.”

Donna went into the bathroom and I knew what she was up to.  At eighteen she weighed two-hundred and ten pounds and at five feet, four inches her senior picture wasn’t flattering.  The three years since (two of which we’ve been together) she’d trimmed down to a thinner, but plush one-hundred and thirty.  I happen to like her body but Donna, well that was another story.

I could hear her in there, making horrible sounds like you’d expect to encounter at a drunken frat party.  The toilet flushed but something told me this wasn’t over by a long shot.  Donna came out, red-faced and not from puking.

She was pissed off.

“I can’t,” she said half-angry, half-weepy.

“Honey,” I told her, “you’re fine—perfect, in fact.”

“No, I ate too much and now my diet’s in shreds.”

I got a little irate myself and walked up to her.   Putting my hands on her shoulders I looked my girlfriend in the eye and said, “Donna, I love you.  You’re not fat.”

This had about as much effect as tossing a shovel filled with dirt into the Grand Canyon.  Donna’s eyes began to flutter and I could see the tears forming in the corners.  I hate when she cries.  Especially when there’s no reason for it.

“What do you want me to do?” I said bowing to the inevitable.

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice soft and blubbery.

“Then I’m at a loss…”

“… go into the bathroom with me, I have an idea.”

Traipsing behind my woman we went into the cramped room and she sat down in front of the toilet, her eyes leaking like a punctured water balloon.  She tried to speak but failed.  Her hand went towards her mouth and covered it like it was a blemish.  Donna was inconsolable.

“Babe, I really wish I could…,” I started to say.

“… can’t make myself throw up,” she butted in, “maybe I’ve ruined my gag reflex.  So you’re going to have to do it for me.”

“What?”

“Jeff, make me puke.”

How am I supposed to do that?  I thought.

“Please?” Donna said, her voice was a childish pleading tone.

“Okay,” I replied, “exactly how do you expect me to make you throw up, Donna?  I’m not sticking my finger…”

“… your cock.  I want you to gag me with your cock.”

Oookay, this has taken a wrong turn into Freaksville!

            “Think about it,” Donna said, almost purring the words, “I get to puke and you get a deep throating experience you’ll never forget.”

Donna had a very blatant oral fixation, or so she thought.  This is why (a doctor told her fable when she was sixteen) she had gotten so fat in the first place.  I thought it was because she was using food as a substitute for affection.  No matter how many times I suggested this Donna stood firm about this oral fixation of hers.

“Please,” she said, “make me gag… just a little and I can do the rest.”

“I’m not… this is so weird, are you really asking me to ram my cock down your throat until you puke?” I said.

“Yes.  Do this and you can have something you’ve always wanted from me.  You know, that thing you’re always wanting to try but I keep saying no.”

Oh shit, she can’t be serious, I thought.

“I really need to purge, Jeff,” Donna said, “If you really love me then you’ll do this for me.”

No pressure, of course.  Just a ton of guilt if I decide this is too strange and stand my ground.

            “Okay, all right,” I said giving up.

Donna smiled, pulled down her shirt and exposed her mammoth breasts.  They’re like huge, white mountains topped with the biggest pink caps you’d ever seen.  I love her tits (and her ass, face, legs and so on).

“Do you like this?” she said, squeezing and pushing her boobs together.

Nah, I don’t like it… I love it! I thought to myself.

She reached out, yanked down my zipper and with gentle fingers pulled out my cock.  It was growing hard just from watching her touch herself.  Donna caressed it and I let out a low moan.

“Stand up,” she said.

I did so and my girlfriend opened her mouth and let me push my dick in between those soft lips of hers.  Watching it slide, inch by inch, into her mouth and how Donna’s eyes rolled back in anticipated pleasure.  Her mouth closed, creating a tight seal around my girth.  Pushing forward I slithered the rest of the way past her lips.  I felt the tip of my cock bump the back of her throat, bend a little and slip down.

“Ggrrrkk,” Donna said, gurgling and sending vibrations to my brain via my dick.

Her face turned red, her eyes shut and tears began leaking out the corners.  I tried to pull away but Donna grabbed me around the thighs, where they met my ass, and yanked me forward.

I sank nine inches into her gullet.

“Glluk!” Donna gagged.

“No, this is stupid,” I said straining against her grip.

“Ggggglllkkk!”

“Donna!  You’re going to hurt yourself!”

Ggggggggggllllllllkkkkkk! Glk! Glk!”

Each time she made that throaty gargle I felt my cock quiver and vibrate.  Donna refused to let go.  Committed to this insane plan of hers I grabbed the back of her head, took a handful of hair and forced her face upward.  This created a straight passage from her lips to her throat.

I sank in even further.

Seeing my pubes crushed against my girlfriend’s nose, like she’d grown a bizarre mustache made me worry—and a bit excited.  She kept sucking me down further.  My girlfriend coughed and snot shot out of her nose and into my pubic hair.

That’s enough of this shit, I thought.

I broke her grip, released her hair and got my cock out of her mouth.  There was a thick coating of spit and a line running from the tip of my dick to her lower lip.

“No!” Donna cried out and lurched forward.

She impaled her face on my cock and began choking again.  Fearing for her safety I tried to pull back but this time she’d gotten too good a hold on my legs.  There was a quick jerk, a final slipping of cock-meat into her throat and then I felt, and heard, it.

“Gggghllkk!” Donna gurgled.

“Donna!” I shouted, “Let me…”

My girlfriend broke away, twisted her face toward the toilet and puked.  Hot rivulets of vomit spewed from her mouth and I turned away.  Standing with my back to Donna I waited for her to finish while my cock cooled from being exposed to the air.

“I’m done,” she said in a gravely voice.

“I’m happy for you,” I said, sarcasm lacing my tone.

“It wasn’t that bad… in fact, I liked it.  I didn’t know I could take all of you cock in my throat.”

“It wasn’t worth the discovery.”
“Now it’s your turn.”

I looked over my shoulder and Donna had pulled off her panties, stood up and bent over the commode.  Her ass, that plump and delicious pair of globes were thrust into the air.

“Come on, Jeff,” she said, pulling her asscheeks apart with both hands, “come and get some booty.”

Staggering over I pressed the tip of my slob-coated cock against the starfish-shaped opening to her ass.  With a tremor of forbidden delight running through my body I eased the head into her rectum.

“Ah!” Donna grunted, “It’s… b-big.”

I didn’t respond but sank an inch into her rear.

“Ah! Oooh!  Jeff, that’s… that’s… ooooh yeah.”

Snaking my prick into her anus, Donna began breathing heavy.  When she looked over her shoulder at me I could see her face was flushed and her expression a mixture of fear and excitement.

“Ooh  yeah… sink that big cock in my… ass,” she said, “I can’t think… why I… thought this… wouldn’t feel… so… so… good!”

I entered her anus to the fullest.  Slow and steady I began to pump in and out of her rectum, bypassing both her inner seals.

“Yes… yes… fuck my ass… so deep… oh, Jeff… it feels so… so good!” Donna said with a long moan.

I slipped my rod into her anal barrel faster, harder until the smacking of our flesh echoed in the bathroom.

“Oh God!” she said, “all the way… go all the way… up my… ass… my poor ass… stretched out… oh yeah…  oh yeah!”

I felt her rubbing her pussy, dipping her fingers inside as I buggered her.  Donna’s moans came faster, louder and more intense.  Unable to resist all the sensations and losing control, I found myself dumping my load into my girlfriend’s hot ass.

“Oh fuck,” I grunted out as I exploded.

“You!” she said, “you c-came in my… butt… oh you dirty… b-bastard!”
Sinking my meat to the hilt I gave Donna what felt like a three quart, cum enema.

“Oh my God!” she screamed, “I’m going to… Ah! Oh! Aaaaaaah!  Yeeeaaaaahhh!”

It felt like every drop of liquid was squirting out of my cock and into Donna’s thrashing rear end.  Her bottom began swaying, shivering and shaking.  She was beating on the side of the toilet with her free hand.  She went primitive.

“I’m coming!” Donna shrieked, “Oh Jeff, I’m… coming… so fucking… hard!  Yes!  I love it… I love cock in my ass… Huh! Uh! Ah! Oooooooooooooh!”

The only thing, it seemed, holding her up was the big prick in her butt.  I let her ride it out.  Donna went nuts and her head began bobbing up and down.  So fast, in fact, her hair whipped her across the back.  Eventually she slid off my sensitive prick, moaning and breathing like she’d run a marathon.

****

            Later on that night, Donna refused to let me sleep and we went at it all night.  When the sun came up we fell asleep in each other’s arms.  I don’t think there was an orifice on her that wasn’t red, sore and satisfied.  My balls were aching, but I wasn’t complaining.

Donna has changed for the better.  No longer does she worry about her weight or how much she’s eaten.  She hasn’t purged in weeks.  She’s happier and more content with life in general since she has a new hobby to fill her time.  Now she counts the hours between deep throating and anal sex.

I’m a lucky guy.

Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence and Red Lust now available!

The first two parts of the trilogy of Sylvia’s Intiation are currently for sale at Sizzler’s Editions (http://shop.renebooks.com/default.asp).  The three novels explore the dangerous, slippery slope from those experimenting with sex after a upbringing in a strict religious enviroment.  Sylvia, a nurse by profession is unhappy with her single status and her view on how all men seem to be after is sex.  To her, sex is dirty and humiliating act only meant for the procreation of the human race.  But a chance encounter with a college professor starts her down this new path.  Will Sylvia go too far?  Or will she cast off the shackles of her impressionable years and embrace sexuality for what it is?

Sylvia's Initiation: Blue Existence

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Blue Existence

Erotica noir at its darkest and most disturbing. Sylvia Meyers, a nurse who was brought up in an orphanage.  Sylvia seeks true love and scorns the those only interested in sex.  But that all changes when she meets visiting professor Nick Dekker.  Nick is open, honest and very experienced.  Sylvia finds herself intrigued by his matter-of-fact attitude towards sex.  She decided to let him teach her.  Nick helps Sylvia break through the Catholic upbringing even after she regresses after a particular terrible dream.  Sylvia becomes a sexual explorer.  Straight, anal, light bondages and multiple partners are experienced.  Each one permits her to delve deeper and deeper into sexual awareness.  Sylvia also unwittingly becomes a slave to erotic sensations. Can she break the addiction – and should she if she can?

Sylvia's Initiation: Red Lust

Blurb for Sylvia’s Initiation: Red Lust

After discovering her lover was a con-artist, Sylvia takes her hatred towards men to new heights as she begins to experiment in bondage.  Like a moth to a flame Brian Henson is caught up in Sylvia’s web of erotic torment.  In addition to Brian, Sylvia “recruits” her co-worker, Tiffany comes over to witness Brian’s punishment.  During the heat of the action Tiffany finds herself wanting to submit to Sylvia’s sexual domination.  Lives, pleasures and punishments begin to become woven into a dangerous tapestry as Brian and Tiffany vie for Sylvia’s attention.  But Sylvia’s Catholic upbringing once more rears it’s ugly head.  Is Sylvia damning herself or is it all just her imagination?A passionate and wildly erotic tale of sexual initiation by a master of BDSM erotica!   If you liked the first book, SYLVIA’S INITIATION I, then you will absolutely think that this new book in the series is just as hot – if not even hotter!

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           The airport was crowded with grumbling businessmen, exasperated parents and whining children all pressed together creating a casserole of a bubbling dish of humanity.  Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport also was suffering a malfunction in their air-conditioning system.  Bad enough everyone around (myself included) were angry but we were hot and sweaty as well.  The heat simmered the human-stinking stew that nobody wanted to smell let alone taste.

            I’d been in Dallas for two weeks.  The erotica writers convention I’d attended turned out to be as busy as expected.  However on a personal note it’d turned out to be a bust in the romance department.  Melody, my ex-girlfriend had dumped me for a younger woman—a goddamn red-haired bimbo of a secretary.  She was sneaking around with this woman while I was pounding the keyboard and trying to edit a novel.  So oblivious to what was going on around me I didn’t figure it out until Melody came home, bimbo on her arm and declared she was leaving me.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot and I was bitter, angry and upset.  Not the best of moods to traipsing off to Texas to be surrounded by my fans.  I’d tried to be cordial and polite.  But after the first hour of autograph signing, my books being held straight guys (I have a lot of those kinds of followers) and little old ladies I was pissy.

The gala ball, a formal event on Saturday did little for my mood.  Apparently I was lesbian poison, nobody looked my way.  Maybe it was how I carried myself.  Stomping around the convention floor like a badger with a sore tooth hadn’t helped.  The ball was a bust.  I’d hoped I’d find a distraction at least here in Texas.  Not looking for a permanent thing it had been my hope and dream some pretty little thing might be the perfect salve for my wounded heart.

            Oh well, I thought, at least I’m headed back to San Francisco.

            Standing in the long line at the TSA checkpoint, my long hair frizzing out from the heat and humidity I tried to remain a calm island in a sea of irate, tired people.  Behind me a man was loudly grumbling about the wait.  His blown-up ego, towering self- importance was being prickled like a rabbit in a thorn bush about his missing his flight.  In front of me a woman and her two young children fidgeted, swaying from foot to foot.  The lady’s kids whined, pissed and moaned until I had to concentrate on the sweat trickling down my back before I committed murder.  So I stood there.  Tired, horny and angry in my business jacket, skirt and white blouse trying to forget the humid air and press of bodies.  The line moved forward.  It was just a single step forward, too short to make me cheer but at least we moved.  I wasn’t looking forward to TSA’s tender ministrations.  I’d seen too many online videos about how rude, rough and callous the agents were to airline passengers. 

            “Hey!” I exclaimed when my left bicep was grabbed unexpectedly.

            She was built like a brick.  A few inches taller than me but carrying an additional fifty pounds the federal employed agent appeared to be able to toss me over her shoulder and carry me off if need be.  Her short blonde hair was cut in a men’s style.  Her grip on my arm was firm and chock full of authority.  The woman’s chest was distorting the TSA logo on her shirt and making the pen in her pocket stick out at an angle.  Her “I’m taking no shit off anyone” expression was plastered on her face like a bad Halloween mask.  She wasn’t ugly—just hating her job.  Squeezing my arm and spoke in that cute drawl all Texans have.

“Miss Henderson, you’ve been randomly chosen to undergo additional screening,” the uniformed woman said.

            “Why me, Agent Holland?” I asked her after reading her name tag.

            “Your name was pulled randomly,” she said.

            “I’m not setting foot in that body scanner.  I’ve read online on how they can cause cancer.”

            “That means you’ll have to undergo a full body pat down.”

            “Fine.”

            I didn’t mean for my reply to carry that much sarcasm but it did.  Agent Holland scowled at my words.  I followed her (not that I had a lot of choice) to the side of the checkpoint and into a small room.  Another woman, a small slip of a girl followed us in.  This chick was brunette and didn’t seem happy to do her job.  She kept shooting Holland a look of mild disgust.

            “Put your purse and briefcase on the table, please,” she said, shutting the door.

            I obeyed only because I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, get on the plane and have a stiff drink.  The TSA agent snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves.  I tried not to swallow like some prisoner seeing the gallows from her jail cell.

            “Place your hands on your head, please,” Holland said, her voice blasé and bored sounding.

            “I’m goin’ for coffee, want any?” the brunette said, her tone quivering.

            “You have to stay,” Holland said, “it’s procedure.”

            “It’s okay, I don’t care,” I replied.

            As the other agent left I put my hands on my head.  With my arms up Agent Holland walked over and began to run her hands down from my wrists to my elbows.  I flinched a bit.  She gave me a smile which seemed to say, “Yeah, I know but it’s my job, okay?”.  Across my shoulders her hands went.  Searching my back I shivered from Holland’s touch, the feel of her wide palms as she stroked me. 

            “Mmmm,” I moaned with hot, quick embarrassment when her hands ran across my ass.  But the sensation of her squeezing and parting the soft cheeks had caught me off guard.  Like I said, I was lonely, horny and a bit sensitive.  It wasn’t an excuse, it was the state of my mind and body.

Holland didn’t seem to hear my comment.  She went about her business and I found myself biting my lip when she explored my legs down to my feet.  I knew what was coming next.  The return trip of her hands would come near my pussy, my neglected and now wet pussy.  Agent Holland stood up, the upward caress abandoned.  When she reached for my chest I know she had to see the fear and excitement in my eyes. 

Oh please, don’t react! I told my nipples. 

Running her blue latex fingers under the wire of my bra I felt those traitorous nubs swell and stand up.  I tried to distract myself.  I examined the ceiling and walls and tried to forget how aroused I was.  But Holland’s hair carried a nice herbal scent, her body’s heat swept over me and her hands were now on my tits.

Oh… fuck…that feels sooooo good.

I felt as if I was about to bite through my lower lip as the agent probed my large breasts.  Whether it was an accident or on purpose I let out a soft, slow groan of ecstasy when her thumb crossed my right tit’s areola. 

“S-sorry,” I said when she looked up.

“You’re gay?” Holland asked.

“Y-yeah, is that a problem?”

“No. I’ll try to make this quick and professional.”

Her answers and questions were spoken in a gruff, no-nonsense manner as if she could care less.  But I caught the slight crinkling of the left side of her mouth.  Her lip tugged upward in a very “Ah, ha!” sort of fashion.  I knew without asking this thick bodied woman wasn’t straight.  She looked like a bull-dyke and my anticipation grew in leaps and bounds.  She was gay—and a very interested lesbian at that.

Her hands released my tits and ran down my flat stomach causing it to quiver in trembling spasms.  Holland knelt and her hand reached my skirt’s waistband and I couldn’t help myself.

I leaned into her.

Hard.

Holland chuckled making her breath whoosh into my stomach making me shudder as if a cold breeze had wafted past me. 

“Been awhile, huh?” she said.

“T-too long,” I stammered out with a moan.

“Poor darlin’…”

She stood up.  I looked into her blue eyes and saw she was also quite excited by my reactions to her touch.  A faint smile appeared on her lips and her eyes unlocked from mine Holland glanced over my shoulder.

“The camera’s on,” she said.  “I’m going to help you out just don’t scream or cry out, okay?”

“I’ll try,” I said my words trembling with arousal.

Still kneeling she lifted my skirt.  My face grew hot, my cheeks warming to the erotic encounter I never expected.  Pushing her latex-clad fingers into my sex I shook from stem to stern.  The smell of her gloves, the pressure on my pussy and the nearness of her lips to my love bud increased my excitement to the nth degree. 

Oh please… kiss it… touch your lips to my pussy, I thought-begged at her.

Agent Holland went behind me leaving me feeling cold and abandoned.  My skirt falling over my needy slit like a bank’s vault door slamming down.  Henderson’s Savings and Loan had been sealed, or so the thought occurred to me.  I wanted to cry.  The feeling I’d be left unfulfilled and sexually frustrated washed over me like someone tossed a bucket of dirty water across my face. 

I was still looking down when it happened.  My body jerked making my tits wiggle when I saw her arms go around my waist.  Like naughty blue spiders her fingers sought out the hem of my skirt once more.  She raised it slow and easy.  Shutting my eyes to concentrate and enjoy it all I managed to suppress a moaning sob when her fingers neared the top of my panties.

I knew the crotch of my underwear was damp from my excitement.  I could feel the air caressing the moist, throbbing spot.  Holland’s fingers pressed on either side of my cunt and I tried not to bend at the waist from delight.  She stroked my pussy.  Tender flicks of her finger across the engorged bud of my clit made me whimper past tightly pressed lips.  My labia were spread.  Holland’s digits were on either side pushing my thick pussy lips and allowing her to run another finger from my slit’s base to the sensitive nub.  Through the material of my panties she caressed me.  My hips bucked and my knees began to wobble.  The TSA dyke stroked me for a few minutes until I was silently gasping for more.

“Just follow me,” Holland said into my right ear.

She walked me backwards, we paused briefly and I felt her sit down.  Her hands never left my sweltering cunt.  Her wet latex-covered digits firmly caressing past the cotton panties and teasing my eager quim.

“Hey!” I exclaimed when pulled into her wide lap.

My legs were spread apart, the left side of my panties bypassed and Holland’s finger slipped inside my pussy.  I leaned forward.  The woman behind me sank her digit as far as it could go into my hungry snatch.  I tried to, but failed to contain my sob of delight when her other hand began stroking my clit. 

“Like that?” Holland said in an amused, aroused tone.

“T-the camera… what about t-the camera?” I mumbled.

“I’ll delete the file.  Just sit back and enjoy.”

“The other agent… what about her?”

“She won’t be back… relax and enjoy it, darlin’.”
            I leaned back and laid my head against her shoulder.  Holland kissed my cheek as she continued to finger-bang me.  Two latex-coated digits now filled me.  Squeezing and pinching my clit Holland made me gasp in hot, heavy breaths until I couldn’t think straight.  I ground my ass against her lap trying to wedge her fingers as deep as possible.  The sloppy sounds of her fingering me, the musky scent of my pussy and the sight of her hands shoved deep into my panties dominated my senses. 

“Oh… no, please… don’t,” I whined when the hand on my clit was pulled away.

“Relax,” Holland said.

I was pushed forward and felt the TSA agent fumbling around her chest.  A big, warm sphere now rested against my back.  Holland pulled me across her lap with the ease of a nurse handling a newborn.  My ass slid across her pants and I hoped I wasn’t leaving a wet spot on her trousers.  In the end I hung there half-on and half-off her closed thighs.  My legs dangling off her right leg, bent at the knee with my feet on the floor of the examination room.  I could feel my long brown hair sweeping against her shirt.  Without warning Holland pushed her massive tit with its erect nipple into my greedy mouth.  I sucked it hard.  My face was mashed against the soft, firm breast and it eclipsed my view.  Holland’s hand resumed stroking my clit and penetrating my pussy.

“So wet… so hungry,” she said about my cunt.  “You’re so nice and slippery.”

“Mmph,” I agreed past a mouthful of tit-meat. 

I tongued her nipple, Holland let out a gasp of her own.  The squishing sounds of her fingers delving into my snatch grew louder and wetter.  My knees fell apart.  Holland’s fingers became more persistent in their actions.  Flicking my clit the woman made me whimper into her breast. 

Oh yes… faster, faster baby… flick my bean f-f-faster! I thought at her. 

I grabbed her tit with both hands making her nipple distort in my mouth.  Squeezing and sucking, licking and nipping I tried to give as good as I was getting.  A third finger was inserted into my puss.  My face fell away from her massive tit, a long moan made my lips vibrate.

“Aaaaaaaah,” I cried out.

Holland stuffed her tit back into my face.  The squishy sounds of her fingers deeply penetrating my cunt sounded like a dog’s greedy gulping a bowl of water.  My inner tissues were spread as far as they could go, my pussy clenched and trembled in pre-orgasmic preparations.  I didn’t want to cum—not yet.  Fighting past the sensations I tried to hold it off.  I wanted a monster orgasm.  Hoping to be launched off her lap like the space shuttle I held back.

“Come for me, baby,” Holland said, her own voice husky and emotional.

No…no, not yet, I thought.

“I wanna feel and see your pretty pussy go ape-shit crazy.  Cum for me, darlin’… cum ever so hard.”

I released the remaining hold on my climax’s leash. 

My body went spastic on Holland’s lap.  It must’ve been what a fish out of water felt like, flopping and wagging its tail in a struggle to go back into its watery home.  Thrashing against the woman’s body I jerked, wiggled, bent and straightened out like some convulsing ER patient.  All the time the big woman kept stuffing her fingers into my slit and rubbing my clit as if to call a genie forth from my sex. 

My lips popped off her nipple. I tried to control my urge to shout to the heavens to let everyone know I was having a killer climax  I just managed to control my voice.

“Aaaagghh… aaaahhh…. Oh. My. God,” I grunted suppressing my need to wail.

“Ooooh, you’re so sexy when you orgasm,” Holland said.

My head lolled on my neck giving me a perfect view of the ceiling which seemed to rock from an earthquake.  It took me a few seconds to realize it was me moving not the building.  Holland leaned forward and kissed me hard, fast and deep.  Our tongues wrestled, she tasted like peppermint gum.  So passionate was the kiss it lengthened my orgasm by two-fold.  Her lips locked on mine, her fingers jammed into my pussy and the shaking of my body was all I knew after a while.  The warm, arrhythmic spasms began as my climax wore down.  I jerked occasionally on Holland’s lap, she held me and kept me from falling off.  I felt like a load of wet, limp laundry.  Just happy to be and nothing more.  She took her mouth from mine but not before giving my lips on last quick peck.

“T-thank you,” I breathed out more than said.

“All part of TSA’s friendly service,” Holland said with a chuckle.

“The service was outstanding.”

“You live in Dallas or Fort Worth?”

“No, San Francisco.”

“A shame. I was hoping to ask you out on a date.”

“Aw, that’s sweet… but I won’t be back until next year.  The erotica writers convention, you know.”

“I know.  I read your books Miss Henderson.  I’m a big fan.”

“What?”

“Can I get an autograph?”

I was stunned.  Climbing out of her arms and off her lap I smoothed out my skirt while staring at her.  Holland’s face was open, honest and could barely contain her arousal.  She handed me a piece of white paper from a pad in her pocket.  Taking the pen out of her hand I started to write before I remembered I didn’t know what her first name was.

 “What’s your first name?” I asked.

“Dorothy.  Dorothy Holland, Miss Henderson,” she replied.

“You can call me Betty.  After all, any woman whose stuffed her fingers up my cunt and made me cum until I’m shaky can’t call me Miss Henderson.”

“Okay, Betty.”

Dorothy’s face turned pink from embarrassment.  I realized she wasn’t prone to this sort of outlandish behavior.  Her shy nature exposed made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  It wasn’t love—or I didn’t think so at the time.  Yet there was something there, something tangible I wanted to explore. 

“I never suspected you’d let me do that… I’m kinda shocked,” Dorothy said.

“You silly,” I said with a laugh.  “My website states clearly I’m gay.”

“Oh… it does?”

“You knew that… you just wanted to tease me, didn’t you?”

“The computer didn’t pull your name out.  I lied.  I saw you and couldn’t believe it was you.  I told the senior agent I wanted an autograph and he let me pick you out of the crowd.  I knew you were gay, but wouldn’t be interested in a girl like me.  I’m not exactly a swimsuit model, ya know.  At least this way I could touch the woman whose books I adore legally.”

“Why you naughty girl, Dorothy!  Yeah, you’re not my usual type but I do find you attractive—even before your little body cavity search.”
“Sorry, can you forgive me?”

“Forgive you?  I’d like to eat you until you scream but I have to catch this flight.”

“Now who’s the tease?”

“Me, I guess.”

I noticed I’d left a wet mouth print on her right tit.  The desire to pull out her left and make them equal in arousal and moist consumed me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off how her boob was sticking out of her white TSA shirt and hanging over her bra.  Walking over I took a business card out of my purse.  With quick and nervous fingers I wrote down my unlisted phone number along with the one for my cell.  I handed it to Dorothy who’s face went slack with shock.  Her mouth dropped open and this made me happily think how’d I’d like to resume that kiss.  She took the card and I kissed her fast on the mouth.  She surprised me, it seemed only right to do the same to her.

“Call me when you get a chance,” I told her.

“But we live so far apart.  How are we going to get together?” Dorothy asked.

“We can’t I don’t have the cash for a return flight for awhile… do you have a computer?  A webcam?”

“I don’t have a webcam.”

“That’ll have to do.  We can get together online.”

“Phone sex?”

“If you like.  After all I’m a writer.  Just think about how nasty and dirty I can talk.”

I knew she could by her instant reaction. Her face went from a pinkish shame to scarlet excitement at the thought of what I’d say.  She shuddered in the chair making it squeak and creak.

“Maybe we can meet halfway—at a nice no-tell motel…,” I remarked in my best seductive voice.  “You.  Me.  A bottle of lube, several vibrators and no clothing for an entire weekend.  Sound good?”

“Oh god,” she moaned.  “I wish… but I don’t have any vacation time.”

“Well it’s a thought.  I think I’ll put this little encounter in my next book—if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll be a character in one of your novels?”

“If you want I can change your name.”

“No, that’s okay.  Wow!  Wait until I tell my roommate Jill about all this!”

“You do that, sweetie,” I said kissing her on the cheek.

She blushed even redder.

“Are we done here?” I asked.

“Yeah… unfortunately,” Dorothy said with a giggle.

“I’ll be in touch if you don’t call first.”

“I-I will…”

“Thanks, Dorothy.  Thank you for everything.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Mine too.  Just don’t forget to delete that file from the camera over there.  I don’t want to be a star on the Internet.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

I walked out of the room, my legs still shaky from my orgasm.  Walking past the other TSA agents I noticed how they were acting.  The skinny brunette who’d left the exam room was all but gagging in repulsion.  She must’ve been in on it.  I worried Dorothy’s job might be on the line if this breeder reneged on the deal she’d made with Dorothy.  The fat guy sitting by the computer, probably the senior agent was licking his lips and leering at me.  The other men were crowded around him their eyes fixated on the monitor.  Their bodies were hunched over like coroners during an autopsy as they watched the instant replay.  Most of them sported wood.  I wondered how many would excuse themselves, go to the bathroom and jerk off.  I laughed.  They looked up, grinned like felons so I gave them a wink and they all got embarrassed.  The people in line were shooting me looks of utter disbelief.  Perhaps my cries weren’t as muffled as I thought.

Fuck ‘em, I thought, strolling past them with my head held high.

I slept like the dead on the flight back to San Fran.

****

            The rest of the story goes something like this.  Dorothy deleted our little escapade from the TSA computers but saved a copy for us both.  It’s supposed to be impossible but I knew better.  The Internet was filled with TSA shots of women’s and men’s nude bodies from the scanner.  As for the file… well, she sent a copy to me.  If I thought getting it firsthand was hot, viewing it was a whole new experience for me.  I watched it twice and masturbated the last time with my favorite dildo.  Plunging it into my sopping wet pussy, watching Dorothy woman-handle me until I climaxed I drove myself to another screamer.  I came as hard then as I did on the monitor. 

Dorothy called a week later.

I talked dirty for three hours.

Dorothy climaxed, half-dozen times—I had four myself.

TSA found out about the entire finger-fucking, tit sucking session and acted accordingly.  Dorothy got fired.   Somebody squealed and I figured it was the homophobic brunette who left us alone.  So jobless and craving me, Dorothy was in a peck of trouble (her words, not mine).

I had no choice.

I flew Dorothy out to San Francisco, let her stay with me under the false pretense for just  awhile so she could find another job and apartment.  She’s now a bouncer at a gay bar and it’s working out for both of us.  We drive each other crazy at night.  Keeping with our first encounter she occasionally dresses up in her old uniform (she kept her spare, I paid for it when TSA was told it was lost) and “searches” me.  Last night she bent me over the coffee table in front of my webcam.  I didn’t have any explosives on (or in) my body but I did have an explosion.  Of the orgasmic kind, I mean.  Howling and screaming in delight I detonated while she reamed my hot, hungry pussy and slid her greased thumb up my puckered anus.  I came hard—my fingers are still shaking on the keyboard—you see, we just finished before I started writing this. 

Shocked?  I write about what we do in bed, on the couch, in the elevator, on the balcony and in the bathroom  To make sure I get it right, we record our antics.  And I do mean everything.  Ours is a no-holds-barred, living on the edge style of sex.  Because of Dorothy and the digital recordings my writing has taken on a kinkier aspect, even my editor has commented about how more real and hot it sounds.  I couldn’t agree more.  It’s been four months and I don’t want Dorothy to move out.  We’re not exactly in love but it’s all good—Dorothy doesn’t want to go anyway.  So who says the TSA don’t provide a necessary service? 

They sure did for this lonely lesbian.

 

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            Josh Ramsey walked into his apartment.  He grimaced at the mess in the living room not because it needed cleaned but because it reminded him yesterday was his last day off.  He’d have to work another forty hours at Burger World before he could relax.  The smell of dirty clothes and his work uniforms reeking of French fry and hamburger grease welcomed him home like an irate wife.  He shuffled inside, closed the door behind him and tossed his book bag on the floor. 
The satchel contained his latest soiled work outfit, grease smeared shoes and an all too familiar white sack from BW.  Dinner was courtesy of his job.  He could see the flashing red-blue-red light of the neon sign from the street coming through the window.  It bathed the combination living/dining/bedroom with harsh illumination.  The sounds of cars and trucks with all their honking, revving and speeding down the street weren’t well muffled by the window or the heavy curtains.  Josh kicked off his shoes and headed to the bathroom.  Once inside he shut the door to the only separate room in the flat.  Peeling off his clothes (which due to their trip in the backpack carried a faint odor of fast food) he saw his reflection.

            Josh was tall and skinny.  At twenty-five he was still plagued by acne eruptions.  They dotted his face and neck like the boils on a troll’s ass.  Violent red in color mingled amid the scraggily and thin beard from not shaving for two days.  His nose was too long and his average brown eyes perched at the apex of it too close.  He looked like a bird.  His thin chest, narrow hips and oversized feet and hands completed his stork-like appearance.  Standing in his underwear he wondered what bet his parents’ lost with God to produce such a misfit.

            I should be depressed about my life but…, he thought.

            In his mailbox he’d discovered a reason to smile.

            Although he worked a minimum wage slave job, lived in a bad side of town in a shitty apartment there was one thing he still had.  To most it wouldn’t be worth mentioning.  Some would recoil in disgust from it while yet others would find it hilarious.  However his secret was safe.  Nobody knew his hidden passion, the reason he kept on going.  Like a man struggling through the burning desert towards a distant oasis Josh stumbled on through his life.  Onward to his goal—the bright light in the constellation of his life.

            Stacy Starr.

            He had run across her during a late night web browsing session.  Sitting naked in front of a computer he’d bought at a pawn shop he was looking for some excellent wanking material.  By sheer accident he stumbled across her site.  He could still recall the hot flash of lust which had torn through his chest making his breath catch in his throat.  His fingers trembled on the mouse. The picture of Stacy on her homepage had her right side facing the camera.  Her body turned slightly exposing both tits which peeked over the red satin sheet she was holding.  On the screen the white arrow shivered across the porn actress’ angelic face, heavy breasts and perfect ass.  Her golden hair hung in loose curls around her features.  Josh was quick to click her photos link and wasn’t disappointed.  Stacy alone, Stacy with another woman, Stacy with a man and Stacy with multiple partners the snapshots went on and on.  But unlike the others in the images none of them compared to the angel with the devil’s grin. 

            Stacy Starr—the brightest star in Josh’s life.

            He’d joined her fan club, bought her videos and paid good money to become a VIP member of her website.  He dug up every interview, read her biography and even purchased tickets to see her live and in person at a men’s club.  To see her, only fifty feet away dancing, strutting and smiling caused Josh to nearly black out from ecstasy.  He knew every curve, swell and arch of her body memorized over countless masturbation sessions.  But now he could smell her perfume, hear her voice live and watch her interact with the crowd.  She teased men wealthy enough to pay to come up on stage.  Josh cursed his meager savings and low wages.  Stacy was funny, charming and had a wonderful delivery when it came to dirty jokes.  Her two hours on stage seemed both long and yet short.  It left him wanting.  It left everyone in the men’s club wanting but not getting.  The perfect show.  The washed out strippers who normally worked there appeared to be faded plastic flowers compared to Stacy’s bountiful bouquet. 

            I’d hoped to get closer to her—but there were too many others in the way, he said with an inner grumble.

            He’d been rebuked by her manager a greasy man with too many chins and not enough brain cells to realize Josh was his client’s biggest fan.  He’d asked for five hundred up front just to attend a meet-and-greet with the adult film star.  Josh worked at Burger World and five bills were more than he could afford.  He’d walked out of the club depressed and angry.  It didn’t stop him from keying Mr. Moneybag’s Cadillac just out of spite.

            But last week there was an email in his inbox.  Stacy had a “special” gift for all her loyal VIP fans.  It was a limited edition, only-available-for-a-short-time collector’s DVD.  The price—a mere fifty bucks.  Without batting an eyelash Josh dropped the cash on it.  Now stashed in a zippered compartment of his backpack was the manila envelope with a return address fromHollywood,California.  When he pulled it out of the mailbox, saw the address and felt the DVD case inside he almost fainted.  His vision swam in lusty red waves when he spied the lipstick kiss on the cover next to his name and address.  Had Stacy’s lips really touched the envelope?  Was it another woman working in some sweatshop or had that angelic mouth made real contact near the printed words “Josh Ramesy,2023 Division Street, Apt. # 12,Chicago,IL60622”?

            He didn’t care.

            Josh started the shower which was quick to steam up the tiny room.  Letting the burning liquid roll down his body and ease away the tension of the day he imagined Stacy kissing the envelope over and over in his mind.

****

            Dinner was eaten in a hurried rush.  Sitting in front of him, still unopened was the goddess’ mailed surprise.  He toyed with it, spinning it around only after wiping his hands in a furious fashion to avoid leaving greasy fingerprints.  The anticipation of what could be on the DVD took precedence in his mind.  He tried to imagine what he’d find.  Stacy was bold as she was beautiful.  Scenes of past performances played out in his head like a looped video on the Internet. 

            “But she said it was special—for her biggest fans only,” he said past a mouthful of Super Deluxe Mega-Burger (hold the onions please). 

            He tossed the limp cold fries away and downed the rest of his Coke.  His eyes never left the DVD envelope.  Josh stood up and saw his devastated apartment.

            “No, this simply won’t do,” he said aloud while rubbing the stubble on his chin.

            He spent the next two hours cleaning up his place.  Tossing out trash, moping up the small landing strip of linoleum in the kitchen and even running the vacuum cleaner.  The last bit of tiding up left a burning smell lingering in the apartment.

            “Stacy deserves better,” he muttered.

            He opened the window after pushing past the heavy curtains.  The cool night air rushed in like a robber but then swept out after finding nothing to steal.  The scent remained.  Shutting the window and drawing the drapes he went into the bathroom.

            “I know I put those scented candles Wendy got me here somewhere,” Josh spoke out loud.

            The memory of the evergreen tapers and their obnoxious emerald hue made him scoff at the giver.  Wendy Marshall was fat, pimply and definitely NOT Stacy-like.  His co-worker’s hair was a badly dyed black, her blubbery lips seemed to constantly be wet and her pudgy hands were always near her mouth.  Needless to say Josh wasn’t shocked at the condition of her nails.  They were chewed to the ends of her fingers.  Wendy liked him.  Josh liked her as far away as possible.  Wendy gave him gifts (like the candles) and Josh gave her the cold shoulder.  Wendy told him about how she just bought some expensive lingerie, Josh cringed at the thought of her wearing it.  Co-workers laughed behind his back so Josh asked the manager to only schedule him from open (five in the morning) until two hours after lunch.  This limited his time working with Wendy to two hours (she went to cosmetic school from six untilnoon).

            “Ah, ha!’ he exclaimed when he found the candles in the back of the cupboard under the sink.

            Running into the living/dining/bedroom he rummaged through his junk drawer until he found an old lighter.  It was out of fluid.  Taking a risk he managed to light the candles on the gas stove only slightly burning his fingers.  Sucking on the singed digits he placed the powerful smelling candles around the room.  One on the television set, another on shelves next to his favorite paperbacks, yet another on the nightstand beside his bed and the last on the battered coffee table in front of the couch. 

            “Perfect!” he said with a satisfied chuckle.

            Going back to the bed (sitting in the back right corner of the room) he opened the nightstand’s only drawer and pulled out a bottle of personal lubricant and a pair of old dish towels.  He set them on the coffee table, checked the curtains for privacy and snatched the envelope (with the lipstick kiss) off the dining table.

            “There’s something missing.”

            He went to his dresser and found a pair of mock silk pajama bottoms.  Stripping off his clothes he jammed one foot in and then the other.  Josh tugged it up to his skinny waist, cinched the drawstrings and ran his hands down the soft material.  Satisfied all was as it should be he retired to the couch.

            “I wanna be careful with this,” he told himself.

            He ripped in delicate fashion the sealed edge of the manila package.  Tipping it over the DVD case slid out with a whisper and into the palm of his hand.  The cover made him swallow hard and dry.

            Stacy.  Naked.  Horny.  Smiling.

            Not just that but another lipstick kiss had been planted on the cover and—gasp—his name had been written on it.  Josh felt his eyeballs bulge out as he read the words.

            “Too Josh, all my love—Stacy” it said in flowing feminine script.

            Stacy began to shake as Josh’s hands trembled like a bowl of Jell-O in an earthquake.  He licked his lips.  Meanwhile in the fake silk confines of his pajama bottoms his thin cock began to stir like some awakened garden snake. 

            He opened it up, his fingers quivering with excitement he almost broke the case in two.  Inside was the silver disc itself.  Stacy’s face and name dominated it.  He frowned.  There wasn’t a lipstick kiss here like he hoped for. 

            “No matter, it’s all good,” he said consoling himself.  “The DVD is the important thing.”

            He stood up and walked over to the electronic video machine.  Jabbing the power button he waited for it to stick out its wide tongue to receive the ambrosia circular delight he held.  Placing it with exaggerated care he pushed the tray and ran back to the couch.  Josh picked up the TV and DVD controllers and waited.

            The blue screen seemed to mock him.  He began to worry the DVD was blank and he’d been ripped off.  As his anger rose (and cock fell) the monitor flickered from blue to the main menu.  He read the words in hot pink which were to the left of Stacy’s gorgeous face. 

            Welcome!       

Play.

Jump to a Scene.

            Extras.

            More Videos.

            Fan club Info.

            “So much to see, but what should I start with?” he said to the empty apartment.

            He wanted to get right to the action.  The hot desire thundering through his veins didn’t want one more moment of suspense. 

            “I’ve got time,” he told it, picking and selecting the Welcome option.

            The screen dissolved into tiny digital dots and sizzled back into focus with Stacy, the Sex Goddess herself, sitting on a wicker lounge chair next to a in-ground pool of blue water.  She was wearing a white and pink silk kimono and nothing else.  Josh could see her pussy exposed just enough by the hiked hem of her attire.  Before he could visually devour her long legs, angelic face and sensuous nether lips she spoke.

            “Well hello there, baby,” she said her voice husking with lust. “I’d like to welcome you to the never-before-seen, extra-special DVD for all my true and devoted fans.  Since I went on tour and met some of you I decided you deserved something unique.  I wish I could’ve met all of you—but I’m only one girl after all.  But I just wanted you to know I love each and every one of you—and I dream nightly about you.  This video is a collector’s edition so be gentle with it—and me.  Also I’d like to announce a new feature on my website.  It’s called “Sexy Talk with Stacy”.  You will be able to email me directly—and I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.”

            Oh shit!  Oh shit, I’ll be able to email her? Josh screamed in his head.

            “But for right now let’s spend some time alone together,” she continued, beginning to stroke her left breast through the silk.  “I’m sure we’ll have a really good time.  Ta-ta for now!”

            The images faded and returned to the main menu.  Josh found himself gasping for air. 

            He clicked Play, snagged the bottle of lube and tugged his semi-soft cock out of the fly of his pajamas.  Greasing up his palm he watched with a burning intent as the video kicked off with Stacy talking to him, calling him baby and stroking the pussy he’d pay anything to touch just once.

****

            “Hey mister, how about my change?” the angry man said.

            Josh blinked his eyes and stared at the customer.  Apologizing in a muted tone he scooped out seventy-two cents in change and handed to the business suit wearing man.  The guy snatched his order off the counter, grumbled something about Josh being a mental case and strode away.  The Tuesday lunch crowd had thinned out and nobody stepped up to the register he was standing in front of.

            Josh yawned so wide his jaw popped.

            He’d been up almost all night, pulling his pud while watching Stacy Starr perform dozens of self-pleasuring acts upon herself.  She spoke to him like the DVD was made specifically for him.  His crotch was sore.  When he finally went to bed he woke up with a stiff and sticky right hand and an aching cock.  He’d waddled into the shower and even the coolest setting of the meager deluge of water made him cry out in pain.  Between the lack of sleep, the soreness of his privates and the lunch hour rush he still carried the burned in images of Stacy’s hot antics.

            Josh looked at the clock.  It was one-thirty and he was due for a break.  Catching the manager’s attention he motioned for Cheryl Hanes to come over.

            “It’s my break,” he said trying not to yawn again.

            “Go ahead, I’ll cover for you,” she said, “and for God’s sake drink some coffee—you look dead tired.  You only got a half hour left on your shift but I’m afraid you’re going to fall down and hurt yourself.”

            “Thanks.”

            Josh poured himself some coffee.  Hot and black it steamed up smelling strong and slightly burnt.  Carrying it with limited caution (spilling enough on the back of his hand to nearly cause him to swear out loud) he departed.  He made his way around the stack of milkshake machines, the heated bin and the soda dispensers.  Stumbling past the fryers he avoided the grill worker’s attempt at conversation.  He pushed past the door and into the break room.

            Wendy was there waiting for him. 

            Her round, fat face broke into a smile and she seemed to perk up like some dog seeing its master come home after a long day at work.  He sat down and she leaned towards him.  This caused her big boobs (the only feature she had which caused a minor interest for her in him) to squash on the small table.

            Just great.  I’m dead on my feet and now I have to deal with her, Josh thought.

            “Hiya Josh!” she said in a too cheerful chirp.  “What’s going on?  You look really tired.”

            “Couldn’t sleep last night.  Apartment was too hot.  Air conditioner is broke,” he lied.

            “Oh you poor thing!  My dad works on things like that.  How ‘bout you bring it over to my house and let him look at it?”

            “Not today—I don’t think I have the energy for it.”

            “So did you hear the news?”

            “What’s that,” he said, sipping the burnt liquid and grimacing.

            “The Uptown Theater is having a special showing of the original Star Wars film this Saturday.  Not that crappy Episode One either—the first one with Mark Hamel, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford.”

            He perked up when the news awoke his inner geek.

            “Is it the re-release?” he asked, his voice rising.

            “Nope!  The very original original.  Do ya wanna go with me?  I could buy the tickets tomorrow on my way to work,” Wendy said.

            He smiled and immediately regretted it.  Due to his tired status he realized he’d fallen into one of her obviously laid traps.  She knew he was a big Star Wars geek.

            “I think I gotta work Saturday,” he said hoping she’d get the hint.

            “Oh come on!  You work days… the movie doesn’t start untilseven o’clockin the evening and you have the next day off.  What do ya say?  It’ll be my treat.”

            Fuckity-fuck-fuck! he swore to himself.  I’m too exhausted to come up with another lie.  I’ll just agree to it and then pretend to get sick—yeah, yeah that’s the ticket.

            “Sure I’ll go,” he said over the rim of his coffee.

            “You will?  Oh wow that’s fantastic!  I just know we’ll have a good time.  Maybe we can stop for donuts and go back to your apartment to talk about the movies in general.  I’m a big fan…”
            And a big assed woman too…

            “… and I know it’d be great to talk about something other than work,” she finished saying.

            “Give me your cell number in case I can’t find you at the theater,” he said.

            “Oh wow!  Sure let me go get a pen and paper from the manager’s desk!”

            She departed with all the grace and quietness of a buffalo stampede.  Josh hung his head and wished for a do-over.  But he knew he was fucked. 

            Maybe I should just tell her I’m not interested—wait I’ve told her she just isn’t getting the message, he thought.  Oh Christ, if the rest of the crew here find out I’m in for a world of snide comments and fatty-and-skinny jokes.  Oh well…

****

            It was Thursday night and his cock had healed.  Promising himself he’d take it easy Josh decided to only watch his favorite part of Stacy’s video.  Using the remote he picked the Jump to a Scene feature and highlighted the “Stacy in bed” image.  Lubing up his hand, tugging out his cock (still a bit tender) he waited for it to start.

            “Ooh yeah…,” Stacy said in a drawn out sigh. “I thought you’d never get here baby.  I’m so worked up—so horny for you.  But you can only watch.  In fact why don’t you take out that big, hard cock of yours and start jerking off?  You can watch me stroke my hot, wet pussy while I get off watching you play with yourself.”

            “Anything you want, Stacy,” he said in response.

            She began pulling apart her wet labia and exposing the inner pink petals of her cunt. She dipped a finger into it and ran it up in a slow caress.  She moaned loud and long as she did so.

            “Ooh yes… that feels so good,” she drawled.  “I love to touch myself and have you watch, baby.  I bet you’d like to fuck me—wouldn’t you?  Well that’s too bad because I want to tease you until you come.  I wanna see your hot jizz squirt out of your cock.  Oh yeah… look at how deep I can put my two fingers into my pussy.  Do you like that?”

            He did.

            “Does it make you horny seeing me stroke my cunt?”

            It did.

            “Oooh yeah but it’s not enough… just not enough to make me come.”

            Josh had to concur.

            She reached behind the pillow and pulled out a realistic pink dildo.  She licked the tip.  Stacy put the head in her mouth and sucked it long and hard.  The fake prick made a popping sound when she pulled it out between her tight pursed lips.

            Stacy giggled… Josh groaned.

            “I’m gonna fuck myself with this… are you still hard?  Oh yeah, I can see you’re nice and hard.  Here it goes… ooh it’s a bit too big… ahh, there it goes.”

            The head of the dildo was sinking into her cleft.  Stacy’s fingers began to rub her clit, she shut her eyes and wiggled her hips.  Her thighs shivered.

            “Oh so deep… so good… I wonder if I can take more?  Would you like to see me try, baby?” she asked.

            “Yes… shove it all in, Stacy,” Josh answered his fist picking up speed across his erect shaft.

            The ten inch long phallus of realistic latex eased into her.  She spread her legs wider and the camera zoomed in for a closer look.  The screen was taken up by Stacy’s cunt filled with fake meat and her fingers (red painted) circled her swollen bud in tight, slow circles.  The camera pulled back and Stacy’s other hand was squeezing her left tit.  Her mouth parted in a pre-orgasmic O of pleasure.

            “I’m going to stick my ass in your face—just to give you a different view,” she moaned.

            Stacy pulled the dildo out of her pussy, took her digits off her clit and spun around.  She got on her hands and knees, dipping down so her heavy breast dangled between her legs and framed her red snatch.   She spread her legs and pushed the fleshy invade back into the heated slit between her thighs.  Stacy looked at him over her shoulder. Her face was red and she was panting in hot desire.

            “Oh yes… tell me how naughty I am,” she said begging in hot need.

            “You’re an angel in heat,” Josh answered in a ragged voice.

            “I’m… I-I’m going to come.”   

            “Me t-too.”

            “C-come with me baby.”

            “Yes I will.  You’re so fucking hot—I love you, Stacy!”

“Isn’t this… fantastic?  I want to feel you come on me…”

“I wish you were here with your mouth on my cock!”

“Coat my tits with your jizz… make me your bitch forever! Oh yes… I can’t hold back…”

“You’re mine!  Forever and ever!”

            She stuffed and unstuffed the fake cock into herself.  Josh could hear (due to the volume being turned up near maximum) the sloshing sound of her cunt being plunged into recklessly.  His hand blurred across his cock, Stacy began to whimper in stuttering orgasmic noises.  She rolled over, reared up and wedged her feet underneath the arching top bar of the brass bed’s headboard.  She was totally exposed, splayed out in a vulnerable position while she drove the dildo into herself.  Stacy began screaming in soft high tones.  Her thighs shook, her face contorted in an animalistic delight as she drove the fake meat into herself.

            “I-I’m coming!  Oh fuck yeah… I’m coming for you, baby.  Come with me… please spray your jizz all over my cunt and hands!”

            Josh moaned loud and felt his balls squeeze tight and his cock begin to pulse.  The squishy sounds of his lubed hand gliding across his iron-hard shaft mimicked Stacy’s wet delving of her pussy.

            Then the screen froze. 

Stacy’s face was stopped at the very edge of her climax.  The image flickered briefly a few times but didn’t continue.  Josh’s hand stopped at the apex of his next stroke.  He waited for a second for it to continue while he ignored the need to orgasm.  But the image only remained frozen.  He started to swear.

“Goddamned cheap-assed DVD!” he said his anger rising.

He picked up the remote and pressed pause and then play.  Nothing moved.  He tried fast forwarding, it didn’t work.  Rewind was equally a failure and even pressing the main menu button didn’t do shit.  He screamed in frustration and threw the remote across the room where it struck the wall.  The back lid came off and batteries spilled out and rolled like terrified cockroaches under his bed.  He started to go soft.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled at the naked woman on the TV.  “You cheap, rotten cunt!  I’m so pissed… I’m going to demand a fucking refund!”

He picked up the DVD case and flung it into the kitchen.  It hit the wall above the refrigerator and slide down behind it joining a few other items which had become lost there too.  Prancing around in fury, his cock still dangling out of his fly Josh swore up a blue streak.  He turned to kick the screen, his anger climbing to heights not yet discovered by any space vehicle.

Stacy began to move.

He flinched and fell back on the couch.  Watching in utter amazement another Stacy began pulling away from the stilled image and pressing her hands against the screen.  Josh looked on in fascinated horror as the glass began to bulge out.  He heard a tittering squeak of terror and realized he was making that noise.  Stacy-But-Not-Stacy pushed her hands, palm first thought the screen.  They were quickly followed by her arms, her face and her upper body.  Her huge rack melting outward to dangle almost to the floor. 

“No, no, no!” he wailed.  “G-go the fuck back where you came from… I’m sorry I was mad… please don’t h-hurt me.”

Stacy-Yet-Not-Stacy fell out of the TV and onto the threadbare carpet.  On the monitor the other Stacy was still frozen with her hand between her legs and her feet on the headboard.  The other Stacy stood up in a slow manner.  Her body flickered like a static laced TV transmission.  He could hear the hiss and snap just like you would during a bad storm. 

Then she looked at him and smiled.

He heard a squeal bubble past his lips.  His arms went over the back of the couch as his heels dug into the carpet.  He tried but failed to gain any purchase to escape.

“Hello,” Stacy-Out-of-the-TV said in a pop-snap-crackle voice.

“W-who… what are you?” Josh said in a mealy mouthed tone.

“I’m Stacy… Stacy Starr.  And you are Josh, right?”

“You can’t be… you c-came out of the TV.  How did you know my name?”

“Yes I know your name.  The DVD was made just for you and now you called me.”

“It was?  I did?”

“I heard you say you’d be mine for ever and ever.  Ah, that poor nice cock as gone all limp on you.  I bet I know how to bring him back to life.”

“N-no stay away…”

She walked through the coffee table.  Not on it or around it by passed through the center like it didn’t exist.  Josh saw it and froze.  Her legs made a crackling sound as it passed through the pressed wood of the table.  Stacy-Out-of-the-Boob-Tube knelt at his feet.  She started reaching for his forgotten and greasy shaft.

“Ooh this is a nice cock you have,” she said purring like a kitten.

Josh sobbed out like a terrified child lost in a grocery store and separated from his mother.

She grabbed his meat.

It felt solid but not solid.  There was an electric-like tingle where his flesh met hers.  She began to stroke him, he began to watch.  Nature took its course despite the unnatural events and he rose back to hardness in her static-filled fist. 

“Oh… f-fuck!” he said in a loud voice as she pushed his cock into her mouth.

It was like being encircled by some wet, electric sex toy.  He could feel every millimeter of her gripping lips, exploring tongue and deep throat.  She sucked and sucked.  He whined and gasped.  His hands fell to his sides and curled into white knuckled fists.  Stacy-Not-Stacy took his meat all the way to the base and he could tell there was room for more.  Slurping, licking and sucking the woman out of the television brought him to the point of orgasm.

Then she stopped.

He whimpered in wordless tones. She sat back on her heels and glorious ass and grinned like a sex fiend.  She climbed into his lap.  Slow and unhurried she mounted him.  His eyes rolled back in his head when his shaft sank into her buzzing almost electric pussy.  Josh opened his eyes to see her offering up her left tit.  He grabbed it and covered her nipple with his mouth.  He sucked it while she fucked him.  His lips and tongue tingled like he’d eaten spicy hot salsa.  Her smooth legs and supple thighs rubbed against his as she rode him without hurry. 

Up and down.

In and out.

Suck and fuck.

His balls swelled, Stacy began to cry out and toss her head wildly from side to side.  She came—hard.  One moment she was a steady piston rising and falling on his shaft and the next she was like a wild animal.  Bucking up and down in a furious attempt to drive his meat up into her body like some fleshy spike.  Her tits swung out of his hands.  They slapped at his face while she began to babble in lusty incoherence.

“Fuck yeah!” she wailed. “This is… better… better than… doing it to myself… oh yes… oh baby drive it into me… fuck me like an animal…”

“Huh, huh…ahhh!” he managed to reply.

“So hard… so good… fuck yeah!”

She screamed.  Her head fell back and she arched towards the coffee table making her breast thrust out erotically.  Stacy-Not-Stacy rode him until she was reduced to quivering rises and shivering falling upon his still unsatisfied shaft.  He started to say he hadn’t finished when she hopped off his lap and stuck her ass into his face.  She presented the puckered opening like it was a special present.  Without a word she sat down on his wet cock.  He sank into her snug, tight bottom until her creamy rear squashed against his trembling thighs.

“Oh… yeah…,” Stacy moaned.  “So deep in my butt… feels good…”

Josh couldn’t speak.  It was like having a Tesla coil wrapped firmly around your junk.  She began to squeeze her ass cheeks and pump her rear up and down on his meat.  He saw her grab her tits and toss her head back.  Her long golden hair hung down to the top of her bottom.

“Fuck me… fuck my ass, Josh!” she said in a tone like a horny angel.

He pumped his hips the best he could but she wasn’t leaving him room to maneuver.

“Come in my ass… do it!  Squirt you jizz into me… give me a sperm enema!”

He didn’t have time to reply and suddenly he was ejaculating so hard he felt lightheaded and dizzy.  Shot after shot was deposited into the snug realm of her ass.  She screamed along with him.  Her ass bounced off his thighs until he began to beg in blubbering tones for her to cease and desist.

“N-no more… please Stacy, no more,” he said with a gasp.

She rose from his lap like a ghost from its tomb.  Something wet glittered between her perfect thighs and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

“You were fantastic,” Stacy said.

“You too…,” he mumbled.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Back into the DVD.”

“Stay?”

“I can’t not without payment.”

“How much?  I’ll give you everything in my bank account.”

“I need flesh…flesh and blood to remain on this plane of existence.”

“W-what?”

“I’d only need it once… would you do that for me?  I’d stay with you forever, just like you want me too.   I just need flesh and blood.  You could provide it for me.”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Think about fucking me every night.  No holds barred, nothing off limits and any taboos you’d like to explore.”

“That’d be nice…”

“I just need flesh and blood.  Surely there’s someone you know that nobody would miss.”

“Yes.”

“They need to be naked and aroused.”

“Naked and aroused…”

“Remember it’s important to have the DVD running.  It doesn’t have to be playing but it must be on as well as the TV.”

She kissed him on the mouth leaving a static charged sensation on his lips.  He watched her sink into the TV screen, remerge with the Stacy on the bed and then the DVD started up again.  Stacy shoving the cock into her pussy one final time and climaxing in a shriek of ultimate pleasure.  Her voice still echoed siren-like in his mind.  Josh closed his eyes and listened.

I need flesh… flesh and blood to remain… Surely there’s somebody you know that nobody would miss…

****

 

He woke up to the alarm clock’s warning, the DVD still running and the unmistakable smell of hot pussy in the apartment.  He thought about the price and by the time he was dressed and ready to go to work he had the details all worked out.

****

            Saturday night at the Uptown Theater and Josh was trying to keep his nerve.  It wasn’t because he was meeting Wendy Two-Tons-of-Fun but what would occur later on.  Did he have the courage to permit murder in his apartment?  Would the cops trace her back and slap the cuffs on him?  Was it worth it?  Was the price of having Stacy Starr (or this facsimile of her) all to himself?  He tried not to bolt.  But his lust for the porn star kept him rooted to the spot he was standing on.

            “Josh!  Hey Josh, I’m over here!” his date called out.

            She pushed her way through the crowd like an out of control tractor trailer going through a used car lot.  She was holding two tickets in her pudgy grip.  Wendy stopped just short of hugging him.  She was wearing a dress that fit her well and complemented her ample curves and bust.  The makeup she’d applied accented her beauty, a prettiness he didn’t notice before.  But she was no Stacy Starr.

            “Are you excited?” his co-worker asked.

            “You have no idea,” he said keeping his voice steady but just barely.

            “Let’s go!  I wanna stop and get some popcorn and drinks.”

            “Okay.”

            Then she grabbed his hand and yanked him into the cinema pushing people out of her way like they didn’t exist.

****

            The Donut Hole was empty.  With the exception of Josh and Wendy (who was babbling on and on about the movie) they had the place to themselves.

            “Oh and wow!  I still get goose bumps when the Death Star explodes and the rebels win the battle,” she said in a rambling voice.

            “Glazed or with icing and sprinkles?” the bored woman behind the counter asked.

            “Ah, both please,” Josh replied.

            “A dozen?”

“And then when they get their medals… like wow I get so stoked!” Wendy continued.

“Yes a dozen please,” Josh answered the cashier.

He thought about it for a second.  The passion she talked about the Lucas film made him remember his inner geek.  She wasn’t ugly, just a bit overweight.  During the movie he was surprised to see how much they had in common.  She easily grasped the subtle nuances of the film, the character development and many other things he’d long to discuss with someone.  Now he was thinking it was a bit of a shame about Wendy’s fate tonight.

“So what do ya wanna do now?” his date asked.

I’m not sure but I guess I have to go through with it, he thought.

“We’ll go back to my place… you know, to discuss the movie,” he said instead.

“Really?  Oh wow… I wasn’t sure if… oh never mind me I’m still excited about the film.”

He took the box of donuts and paid the unamused clerk.  Wendy stuffed her chubby arm through his elbow and pulled him towards the door.  In his mind Josh decided the faster this hyperactive tub of blubber died the better off he’d feel.

****

            He opened the door and Wendy breezed past him like a charging rhino.  She started an endless series of comments about how nice his place was (he’d been keeping it clean for Stacy), how good it smelled (the candles still cloyingly clung to the drapes) and admiring the view (the neon sign flashing “Tony’s Bar and Grille).  When she saw the bed out in the wide open she turned and gave him a sly grin.

            Oh Jesus, I forgot the part about getting her naked and excited, he thought in a cold rush.  But she’s worth it… Stacy is worth it… isn’t she?

            “Want a donut?” he asked closing the door.

            She followed him like a faithful mutt.  He set the box on the table when she hugged him from behind.  Wendy started talking in fast, halting words.

            “Ever since the first time I met you I knew somehow we were destined to be together,” she began.  “Everyone makes fun of you at work but I defend you because they can’t see the real you.  I see tenderness, compassion and a strength of character most guys don’t have. J-Josh I’ve l-loved you from afar for too long.  Tonight I’m going to show you how much.”

            W-what the fuck? he thought.

            “Now you know how I feel about you,” she said.  “I can’t believe we’re alone together… finally alone at last.”

            “I can’t believe it either,” he replied.

            “I’ve wanted you so bad… I can’t fall asleep without dreaming about you.  This is the start of all sorts of new dreams.  Don’t you think so?”

            He nodded his head and tried not to say it would be more like nightmares instead.

            She nuzzled his neck, he wanted to run.  Not to flee from her but because why she was here.  The terror welled up inside of him and icy fingers began to caress his heart.  He started to say they needed to leave—to go someplace else and talk about this.

            Wendy reached down and caressed his crotch, he forgot about the danger.

            “I want to try something,” she said, her voice thick with desire.  “I’ve been fantasizing about this for ages.”

            She spun him around and kissed him.  Her tongue invaded his mouth and he found himself responding.  He could feel her breath, taste the popcorn on her tongue and hear her soft moans of excitement.  Something bumped against his backside.  It was the box of donuts.  Her hands reached down and undid his belt.  She greedily kissed him while she undid the button on his jeans.  He gasped when his zipper was tugged down.

            Wendy’s hand was now on his cock.

            He always imagined his penis would retreat into the safety of his abdomen, going internal to escape her fat clutches. But instead his shaft actually rose in her tender grip.  She pushed her heavy bosom into his chest a silent plea for him to touch her.  Confused he was barely aware he was squeezing her large ass with both  hands.  She groaned in his mouth.

            Her mouth departed his and she winked at him.  There was a rustling behind him and then she produced a glazed donut and licked her lips.  She slid it over his cock now jutting out of his jeans.  She leaned forward and Josh hoped she could tell the difference between the pastry and his organ.  Wendy began to alternate between eating the donut and sucking his cock.

            She wasn’t bad at it.

            Her mouth was wet and talented.  Her tongue, coated with sticky glaze slid across his shaft.  He reached out, perhaps it was instinct to grip the sides of her head.  She was pulling at her blouse while she ate donut and sucked cock.  The white shirt came off exposing breasts barely contained in an obviously made-to-order bra.  He watched in amazement as she reached back without looking and undid the back.  Wendy’s boobs (double Ds if not bigger) spilled out.  Josh gawked at her huge nipples and his cock twitched in response.  She giggled around his shaft.

            Holy fuck… she’s got one hell of a rack! He mused in a dreamy fashion.

            Wendy ate the rest of the donut and pulled her face away from his crotch.  She scooped up a massive tit in each hand and began to jack his cock off between her meaty globes.  Josh nearly came right there.  Soft, warm and firm Wendy’s boobs milked him.  She caught the tip of his cock (which peeked out only for a nanosecond) and sucked it.  He had to close his eyes from the erotic scene.

            All this time you’ve been shoving her aside but this girl’s got some serious skills, he thought.  She’s honest, loving and is totally into me. 

            She pulled his shaft out of her cleavage and looked up at him.

            “I’m going to rock your word, Josh,” she said tears of joy in the corners of her eyes.  “I’ve waited so long to be with you.  I-I know I’m a big girl—but big girls need love too.  And I’m a bit of a freak.  I-I haven’t been with many guys but I try things on my own.”

            “R-really?” he asked.

            “Sure.  I usually use my dildo on myself and pretend it’s you.  It’s, I mean you’ve been in my mouth, my p-pussy and even my ass.  Now I get to feel it for real.”

            “I don’t know what to say…”

            However his heart was beginning to speak to him.  It spoke of ignoring a real woman, with real honest feelings for an electronic fantasy or images on the computer screen.  Suddenly he knew how stupid he had been acting.  Sure she didn’t have a figure like a porn star but her open and honest love for him transcended her physical appearance.  He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off before he could.

            “Don’t say anything.  If this is just one night I don’t want you to spoil it.  Don’t lie and tell me you love me, just make love to me,” Wendy said slowly.  “If tomorrow comes and it doesn’t work out then at least we’ll both have nice memories of this night.”

            “Wendy I should tell you something…

            “Hush now… no more words.”

            She stood up and took off the rest of her clothes.  Standing in just her panties Josh realized Wendy wasn’t that big.  Oh she had heavy thighs, a bit of a gut and chubby shoulders but she was proportionate.  He found his eyes being drawn to the thick patch of curly hair framing her cleft.  She helped him get undressed.  Then she kissed him.

            He found himself kissing her back with real, honest passion.

            He pushed her onto the table, she spread her legs.  Josh buried his face between her trembling thighs and began spreading the thick folds of her labia.  Her pussy was open, wet and ready.  He tasted her—she was delicious. 

            “O-oh God,” Wendy said in a halting voice.  “I-I’ve never let… Oh. My. God!”

            Josh jammed his tongue into her snatch licking and lapping at her salty-sweet goodness.  He brought up his hand and began fingering her swollen clit.  Wendy’s legs wobbled on either side of his face.  Looking up past her tummy he saw her fondling her own breasts.  She crushed her nipples between her quivering fingers while he dined at her Y. 

            “Oh yes… oh my… I-I’m going to…,” she said in a sobbing, happy voice.

            He dove into her sweltering snatch and licked her like a wild man.  It only took another minute or so before she went into wild convulsions.

            “I’m c-coming!” she squealed her body shaking so hard the table began creaking.

            Her thighs closed around his head.

            “Oh… fuck… oh yes, Josh you’re making me c-come so hard!” she wailed.

            The juices he was lapping up became thicker, like womanly honey.  He didn’t stop until she was pleading with him to let her catch her breath.  Standing up he saw Wendy’s face was scarlet from ecstasy, her nipples (the size of a midget’s fist) standing out like tiny fingers.  He licked and bit each one until she moaned for him to stop.  He loved the sound of her voice.  Josh loved the taste of her.

            He realized he loved her.

            Josh pulled her towards the couch and bent her over it.  Her large ass quivered as she spread her legs.  Looking over her shoulder she wore an expression of fear and excitement.  He touched the tip of his cock to her soaked and spread pussy.  He managed to push in an inch or two before she started speaking.

            “Oh fuck!” she screamed.  “It’s so t-tender… so sensitive!  Oh yes… deeper.  Josh push it in all the w-way!”

            He mashed his hips against her plump ass sinking all of his length into her.  She began pounding her fists against the couch’s cushions and shrieking like a wild woman.   Her butt wiggled and ground against his loins.  The hot smell of her excitement filtered up into his nose and drove him to madness.  He had a rude idea.  He stuck his right thumb into his mouth and coated it with spit.

            She said she was up for anything, Josh thought.

He sank it slow and steady into her puckered anus.

“O-oh God!” she gasped.

“Like that?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know… yes, yes I love it!  Stuff you finger up my ass.”

He did as he was told.  Alternating he plunged cock, withdrew and shoved his finger in while Wendy cried out in pure delight from the double penetration.  He fucked her for what seemed like an hour.  Each thrust made her moan.  Her second orgasm of the night made the couch scoot across the carpet and his ears ring from her blissful screams.  He pumped once, she sobbed for him to stop.  He thumbed her butt and she moaned with pleasure.  Again Wendy looked over her shoulder, her face hot scarlet with unsated lust.

Then she said something unexpected.

“I-I want it… want it in my b-butt,” she said admitting to a nasty, taboo desire.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Y-your cock… in my ass.”

He pulled out and pointed the wet tip against the loosened by still quite tight entrance to her rectum.  Josh had sank about two inches into her when she finally took her next breath.  He saw her sides expand and her bottom begin to shake uncontrollably.  Then she let out a scream.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah!” Wendy shrieked.  “My ass… so full… so full of Josh-cock.”

He felt his nuts tighten and knew his load was about to be delivered.  Josh began to think this was right.  Wendy and him together, fucking like bunnies and loving every minute of it was just perfect.  The ring of her anus squeezed him—milked him until he could take no more.

He came.

“Oh yes… you did it in my a-ass!” she said happy and aroused.

Josh felt wave after wave of ropey semen spurt out of his cock and shoot into Wendy’s gyrating ass.  He fell forward and wrapped his arms around her.  He took a heaping double helping of tit in his hands.  He douched her bowels until the lay against one another taking in ragged, uneven breaths.

The television cackled to life and Stacy-Not-Stacy began to ooze out of the screen.

Oh shit!  I f-forgot all about this! Josh thought in terror.

Wendy screamed, her ass tightened down so hard she nearly snipped off Josh’s cock.  She tried to back away but only succeeded in burying the rest of his bone in her backyard.

“W-what the fuck is that?” she wailed.  “J-Josh something is coming out of the TV… oh my God it’s a woman… a fucking porn actress!”

“Good work, Josh,”  Electronic Stacy said with a grin.  “Now move away and let me consume her flesh and drink her blood.”      

Josh pulled out of Wendy’s butt.  His cock still leaking semen on the worn carpet of his apartment.  The static-crackling woman advanced through the coffee table.  Wendy was still leaning over the couch, her massive ass still sticking up in the air.

“N-no…,” his co-worker said, her voice a wet sob.

“I need it,” the thing from the DVD said.  “I want to be real.”

“No!” Josh shouted.  “Leave her alone!’

“But you promised.”

“I made a mistake—I don’t want this anymore.  I want  real woman not some electronic duplicate!”

Stacy-Not-Stacy still walked forward but as she reached out for her intended victim Josh yanked Wendy out of arm’ reach.  He thrust out his arms, a living cross displayed to repel the vampire from the TV.

“You’re going back on your promise!” the she-thing said in a horrible snarling voice.

“W-what is she talking about,” Wendy tittered.

“It seduced me… it wanted a victim and I made a mistake,” he answered.  “I thought I loved this… this thing but now I realized how wrong I was!”

“You were going to feed me to that?”

“I made a mistake… please forgive me, Wendy.”

“No more talk!  It’s time for me to eat!” Electronic Stacy said.

She lunged through the couch.  Josh twisted and threw Wendy out of the way.  A sizzling pain shot through his left thigh where Stacy clawed at him trying to disembowel his date.  Four claw-like burn marks were seared into his flesh.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot.  Staggering he managed to get around the couch before falling to the floor.  He watched in horror as Stacy, as naked as Wendy began to stalk the sobbing woman.  His co-worker tried to put the table between herself and her attacker.  But Stacy Vampire walked through it.  She reached for the bigger woman’s torso.

“Now you die and I live!” she screamed in a triumphant voice.

Josh lunged towards the television.  Stretching his entire body length he managed to brush the eject button for the DVD player.  The device’s tongue slid out slowly exposing the limited edition disc.  He reached for it as Wendy screamed.

The disc snapped like a gunshot.  Fragments of it peppered his face and soon his left eye was blinded by blood.  He could smell the iron scent of it.  Josh looked under the coffee table and past the corner of the couch to see if he’d made it in time.

Electronic Stacy screamed.

Wendy fell to the floor, obscured by the kitchen table.

He rose up from the carpet and saw the creature shatter into a million digital shards.  Stumbling to his feet, wiping away the blood in his eye Josh tried to see if Wendy was okay.  He could hear her sobbing and began to pray it wasn’t because she was in pain—or worse yet dying.  Josh padded in a drunken manner around the couch to see if he’d been on time with his last minute save.  Wendy’s naked form was curled up in a ball.  He didn’t see blood but that didn’t mean anything.

“A-are you okay, Wendy?” he asked.

“I-I think so,” she said in a small voice.

“Can you forgive me?  I was so blind—so stupid.  I became so obsessed with a brainless porn star I didn’t realize my feelings for you until it was almost too late.”

She stood up, her breast bobbling as she did so.  Tears were running down her face but he could still see the love in her eyes.  But now it was tempered with suspicion.  He suddenly knew he’d have a tough road ahead to win back her full trust.

“We should get dressed and talk,” he offered up.

“That’s a good idea,” she whispered.

He walked over and encompassed her in a hug warm hug.  She reached out slow and tentative and returned it. 

“I l-love you,” he said.

Josh realized he had tears in his eyes. He made himself a silent promise to do what it took to show Wendy how much he loved her.

****

            Brian Morrison got home to his dingy house.  He lived alone.  He was barely making ends meet and he had just a few dollars left in his checking account.  Today was payday—but it didn’t alter the fact he was already broke.  His boss had berated him for a minor mistake and his mother had called his cell to tell him his sister was getting married and asked when he was.  He hadn’t had a date in two years.  But he wasn’t depressed.

            Stacy Starr’s DVD, a collector’s edition had come in the mail…