It wasn't large as far as cocks went It wasn't large at all. Perhaps it was five inches long. Five inches of solid, blood-swollen flesh. The shaft was an inch and three quarters around, all white meat, topped with a darker, almost purplish head. It was circumcised, and because it lacked a foreskin was less sensitive than it might have been, but that was all to the good. It meant he would take a longer time to come.
Linda caressed it with her hands, watching the colorless liquid erupt from its tip and cascade down the shaft. She loved the slick feeling, rubbing it into the flesh. Her action caused the head to enlarge slightly, and more colorless liquid came bubbling forth, pouring after the lubricant she felt covering her hands.
God, she thought. Too bad they can't manufacture this stuff and sell it on the open market. It was great for the skin. She loved rubbing it into herself. A natural lubricant, it was far superior to all the balms, lotions, and creams sold by cosmetic firms. It was colorless, odorless, and tasteless. She'd swallowed the lubricant of scores of other cocks, and not one of them had left a bad taste in her mouth. And soon she would swallow the liquid coming from this cock, until it was followed by that other liquid, that white, creamy luscious flow the prick would unload in staccato bursts, firing it almost as fast as she'd be able to swallow.
But not yet. Not yet. First she wanted to study the cock, admire it, and make love to it. She wanted to rub it with her hands, press it to her cheek, and feel the turgid flesh swell even larger.
She studied the long vein winding its way around the shaft, and with the tips of her fingers felt the tube at the back of the prong, covered by layers of flesh, that would eventually carry the sperm geyser to her mouth. It was almost hidden, dormant for the moment, though the pecker itself was rampant and ready to go.
"You have a lovely cock," she whispered, pressing the tip of her turned-up nose against the bottom of the shaft where it was attached to his scrotum.
"I've come to bury Caesar, not to praise him," the short young man with the dark hair told her. His hair covered his ears.
"You'll do both," she whispered, looking straight along his flat, horizontal belly at his face. It was a young face with a large nose, partially camouflaged by a seedy mustache.
Linda wondered why he had ruined his looks with the scraggly-looking thing. It drooped more on the right than on the left, and took away from his looks. Not that he was that handsome, but he did have a personality, and the mustache seemed to take away from it.
The hell with his mustache, she thought. I came here to get fucked, and I'm not going to let that damn thing get in the way of my enjoyment.
Burying her face in his pelvic hair, she let her tongue slide out and touch him in the joint between his right thigh and his body. Her wet, squiggly tongue moved up and down in the crevice, and she received the reaction for which she had been looking. He jumped a bit, then settled back, opening his thigh to enjoy what she was doing all the more.
His hand reached out and grabbed the back of her right thigh. She had been on a ninety degree angle to him so it was no great trick for him to reach out and take hold of her. He let his palm caress the soft, yet firm roundness of that thigh. Moisture from her crack had already run down the thigh, and he seemed to get as much enjoyment from letting his fingers touch her lubricant as she did from touching his.
"It's been a long time," he heard her murmur, her face above his red balls, her lips blowing gently on the hairs covering them.
"I've been busy," he replied matter-of-factly, pulling her body around so he could get a better view of her cunt.
It was a nice, large pussy, topped with real blond hair. Yet, for all its size, Alan Kal knew it would be a tight box. He wanted to pole that slit, but like Linda, he wasn't quite ready.
His body was tense. Well, it figured. He was a private eye, and his business got him into a lot of tight situations, some of which took a lot of getting out of. He'd just finished a case, and he'd needed to relax. So he'd called Linda. Linda was a hundred-dollar-a-night call girl, but Alan Kal always got her for nothing. He had saved her face from being marked once, and Linda had continually shown her appreciation. She had canceled more than one all-night trick just to be with Kal. Not that he was such a great lover, though he was more than adequate, nor was he such a wonderful guy, but he was her continuing protection in a world where pimps and organized crime handled almost all the prostitution.
Kal was the sole reason why Linda could operate as an independent. He had an "in" with the local capo, who had ordered his men to look the other way when Linda turned a trick. She took very little away from the regular trade, especially since she only handled high class stuff. The capo was a close friend of Kal's. But Linda was the only one able to get away with it. All other independents were always brought into line.
Kal liked her ass. It was always smooth, almost like a soft plastic, with no pimples or discoloration. It was a nice ass, round, but not too big, and with a nice clean asshole. She douched her ass as well as her twat, both with a licorice-flavored douche so he could lap away when he felt like it. What he really liked was chewing on her ass right near her hole. The ass was at its least sensitive there, and he could bite without hurting her.
She had large, almost balloon-shaped tits, with big, light brown aureolae and large, equally light brown nipples. On her knees as she was, she let her boobies dangle down between Kal's thighs, one nipple touching each crevice so he could feel her tits on each side of his cock. It seemed to arouse him to even greater heights. She let her left breast press the cock, then swayed so her right breast slapped it. Back and forth she moved them, making his stiff rod beat against the both of them.
His pudendum seemed to pulsate to the rhythm of her slapping tits, swelling and shrinking, and secreting more and more of the precious lubrication Linda loved so much. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of the slippery fluid.
Kal pulled her crotch directly over his face and yanked her down by her ass cheeks. He felt her hot, steamy cunt cover his face and jammed his tongue between those fat labia. It slithered in and out, then came to rest on her clit. Using his lips as well, he sucked on her clit until it began to grow. His large nose slid between both pairs of lips into her box, pressing against it while his tongue and lips nibbled away at her "man in the boat." He could go on doing it for an almost endless period of time, breathing through his compressed lips.
He savored the licorice taste of her pussy, feeling his face become inundated with her juices. His lips pulled on the fully enlarged clit, making loud, sucking noises as he greedily drank her lubricious fluids. He could feel her downy hair rubbing against his chin, almost abrasive because it was so short and curly. His own mustache was partially in her twat, but he knew it had a tickling effect on her as her ass churned almost violently in a circular motion.
One thing Linda loved about Alan Kal was his sincere interest in making her come. Most men didn't give a damn. Whether she spent an hour with them or a whole night, all they cared about was how often and how well they came. Kal, for all his mediocrity as a lover, was sincerely interested in her matching him, come for come. What he didn't know was, she turned on very quickly, and actually had four or five satisfactory peaks for each one of his.
She squirmed all over his face, letting that bushy mustache tickle her twat again and again. One of her hands was cupping his pair of red balls while she had the forefinger of the other tickling his asshole. She kept the nail short on purpose. As she shoved the finger inside, she let her tongue caress his peckerhead. It triggered an instantaneous response. The prick secreted even more fluid, letting her gobble it up, roll it around on her tongue, and swallow it, while she felt his burning mouth suck even more furiously on her sensitive button. She was secreting so heavily, his face was being washed by her lubricant.
Now she let her tongue rim the purple cock head, then let it draw a salivary line down to the black, curly bush he sported. Up she went with the tip of her tongue, letting it twine itself around the staff, bringing it to its utmost rigidity. Every time he released more of his colorless fluid, her tongue snapped it up and into her mouth, where it slid down her gullet.
Linda felt Kal's fingers digging into her ass cheeks, forcing her down even further. His entire nose was in her hole, rubbing it over and over as his tongue, now pressed flat against her clit, licked furiously. Her first orgasm was approaching, and she let it slam into her with the force of a hurricane. Her knees no longer rested on either side of Kal's head, but had straightened out, letting her feet take the weight. She shivered and squeezed his face between her thighs, feeling the climax spread from her slot to her extremities.
She jammed her finger into his rectum up to the second knuckle, and as he leaped up from the bed, grabbed his cock with her lips, letting them slowly slide from the head to the base. Her other hand continued to gently stroke his red, tight balls. When he would have closed his own thighs about her head, Linda was ready, and used her elbows to keep them pried apart so she could continue pistoning her head around his dong.
Kal felt his body heave wildly, uncontrollably. She was good, really good, there was no doubt about it. It was one of the reasons why he had saved her from being attacked by the Family for peddling independently.
He fucked himself into her sucking mouth, trying to jam his cock down her throat, but it wasn't quite long enough. The tip barely made it to the back of her throat, and she hardly felt it at all.
Kal continued bucking, barely able to hear anything, the way her columnar thighs pressed against his ears. Now he let his nose come out of the delightful hole and substituted his tongue, making Linda react again by almost biting his cock. He took his hands away from her ass and pressed them on the back of her neck, forcing her to remain down on his prong, using her tongue against its bottom. He could feel her lips around the base and it drove him crazy.
Linda, feeling his hands on her neck, forcing her even farther down, began sucking avidly, as the feel of his prick head touching the back of her throat drove her into a frenzy. She gyrated back and forth on Kal's face, feeling his tongue dip into her asshole. It was as if someone was shooting wet bolts of electricity into said hole. Her thighs tightened even more, putting heavy pressure on the sides of Kal's face.
Kal felt that hot, boiling sensation somewhere deep inside, and rammed his body even higher, still holding onto Linda. He bounced up and down so quickly, had anyone been watching all they would have seen was a blur. His hot seed came gushing up like a volcano's lava, and erupted into the back of Linda's throat. Like a greedy animal Linda gulped, swallowing it down more quickly than he could shoot it. Her tongue tickled the base of his cock, urging the sperm up through the tube and into her mouth again and again. Wave after wave of come disappeared down her throat. Greedily she drank from his flesh pipe; the pipe that brought pleasant feelings and let her have pleasant dreams. Not just this particular pipe, but all pipes attached to men brought Linda pleasant dreams. It was almost as if swallowing the pearl-white seed of a man put her into her dream-like state. Pipe dreams, she called them, because they were caused by sucking on a human pipe.
Her mouth sucked, leechlike, draining every drop she could take from him. Her jaws seemed to draw even more of the life-containing semen from his body than he normally thought to surrender.
Kal lay there, letting her nurse at his cock like a baby avidly sucking sustenance from its mother's nipple. Her sucking sent him deeper into heat instead of relieving him, so he pulled her twat against his face again, letting his tongue roam all over her clit and then plunge into the thickly coated center of her cunt.
The cock began to enlarge again, getting bigger and bigger until it had attained its full five inches. It looked as bloated and as rampant as ever. Only this time it didn't want to ejaculate into a hole containing a tongue and teeth. This time it wanted to spit its contents into a fuck hole.
Kal lifted Linda's ass until her cunt was off his face, then he set her down and grabbing her by the hair, yanked her voracious mouth off his cock. The wild look in her eyes told him she wanted to suck some more. But he couldn't let her drain all his precious drops, orally. No, she had to take it in her pussy. That delightful, delicious, soft, steaming fuck box.
Flinging her back on the huge, circular bed, he threw all five feet five inches of himself on top of her, using his forearms to force her thighs well back. And with the gash beneath her blond fur facing almost straight up, he poked his prod between the soft, caressing lips, separating the labia minora as well, and rammed it up into her as far as it would go.
"Wow!" she yelled, feeling it slam into her, and that was all she said as he began to pound his tight balls against her ass, letting the pole slide in and out as if it were part of a trombone.
Using Kal's shoulders for leverage, Linda forced her ass to bounce on the bed, resembling a basketball with a split down the center. She shuddered to her second climax, feeling him dig his cock as deeply into her as it would go. Again and again it probed, only it wasn't exploring. It was "working her mine" for all it was worth, trying to take as much wealth from it as it could.
His mouth was on hers, his tongue exploring, touching each of her teeth in turn, running along her upper and lower gums, greedily trying to suck all her saliva. He chewed on her tongue, then gave up his own tongue, feeling her suck on it the way she had slobbered on his dick. It only made him hotter, causing him to speed up his fucking.
He forced his right hand down between them and probed for her tight little bung hole with his forefinger. Moistening the finger with the mixture of juices dripping down Linda's thighs, Kal shoved the finger into her and now it was her turn to speed up the fucking. She moved her ass so swiftly, had one put a walnut between her and the bed, her shuddering body would have smashed it a thousand times over.
Linda felt the next climax build and overpower her, and for a moment she lost all sense of time and space. All she knew was the pleasure filling every part of her body. Her body was so full, she felt sensation shooting from her fingers and toes. And this was all with a man she considered a mediocre lay. She wondered how it would feel with a man who really knew his business.
The girl's thrashing touched something in Kal's cock, and now he moved like an insane battering ram, plunging into the sopping-wet pussy with renewed vigor. Her large-lipped honeypot was now like a tight fist, grasping his schlong and squeezing and squeezing, until he thought he'd go completely out of his mind. The big one was coming, building at his center, higher and higher, until, with nowhere else to go, it spread through the rest of him, overpowering him as he erupted a second time, this time squirting into her velvet-lined hole.
The heat of his squirting sperm against the neck of her womb caused Linda to attain yet one more crisis. Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around Kal, squeezing him until his entire body had turned bright red.
They clung tightly to one another, holding onto each other as if for dear life itself. All Linda's anxieties and frustrations, built up by a male clientele inconsiderate of anyone other than itself, had now spent themselves in an eruptive conclusion brought about by a short man with a short, almost narrow cock. Alan Kal was a good friend in more ways than one.
For his part, Kal felt sated. He didn't believe in too much of a good thing. By not trying to force a third climax, Kal knew he would appreciate his next one all the more, when the time arrived.
Right now, all he wanted was sleep. He, too, had built up a series of frustrations, but these were more business frustrations than sexual frustrations, though he had relieved them in a sexual way. A good fuck relieved almost anything.
Pulling Linda up against him, Kal tugged the bedcovers over the both of them and lay there, feeling her balloon-like tits press against him. They felt comforting at this point rather than arousing. He needed to feel comfort.
His last case had been the following of a suspected adulteress whose husband, a very wealthy client, wanted to shed her. The man had the hots for a young girl, himself, and wanted to shed the wife without paying alimony. Unfortunately, the wife had not been playing around, but the girlfriend had, so the client hadn't paid nearly as much as he would have had the wife been the adultress.
Fuck 'em all, he thought, and turned over and went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The ringing of his doorbell brought Alan Kal awake. He was still in the bedroom of his Long Beach apartment, and Linda, the lovely, blonde, eminently fuckable call girl, was still fast asleep beside him in the large, circular bed.
The doorbell rang again, making him notice the morning sunlight as it came slanting through the 'venetian blinds of the window to the right of his bed. A clock radio on the nearby night table told him it was ten thirty, and he wondered who, in their right minds, was awake so early in the morning.
Sliding out of bed, he went to the closet with the sliding doors and took out a full length purple satin robe. Purple, the royal color, fascinated him. His carpeting in both his bedroom and living room (which doubled as his office) was purple. The draperies, bedcovers, and shirts, socks, and underwear were all different shades of purple. His family had come from a long line of gypsy nobility. He even had a cousin Bert, who, like himself was a private eye, who had most of the family money. Hell! Cousin Bert was a multi-millionaire. Alan Kal wasn't even considered a true Kal, because his mother had never married, and had allowed herself to be seduced one night at a party. For that, she was given enough money to live on the rest of her life, and was then ostracised from the Kal family. Cousin Bert had been an all right guy, seeing to it Alan had enough money with which to live until he'd gotten settled in the business in which he now made his living. At that point, Alan had refused to take any more money from Bert, though he'd agreed to live in this particular apartment house, owned and lived in by Cousin Bert, as well. Bert had insisted he live there rent-free. Alan Kal had agreed, but had refused any additional money Cousin Bert would have forced on him.
Oddly enough, Bert got the dull cases while he, Alan, got the really swinging ones. Once in a while Bert got something interesting, but not nearly as often as Alan.
The doorbell rang again. Alan Kal pulled on his purple slippers, and after tying the robe about him, crossed the living room and answered the door.
One look, and Alan Kal, the perennial bachelor, the man who only the night before had fucked himself into unconsciousness, suddenly fell in love. His long, black hair, frizzy from being messed up, seemed to stand straight up and then fall into place all by itself. His scraggly mustache twisted neatly into place, and his dull eyes took on a flashy glitter.
She was less than five feet tall, but she was fully grown. She had soft brown hair, wavey but not curly. Her milk-white skin was clearer than a blue sky on a summer day. Her brown eyes were pools of tinted water, swallowing him up, helplessly.
What a glorious way to die, he thought to himself, staring at the neat, svelte figure under the lavender suit she wore. She had good taste in choosing her colors.
Her bosom wasn't the huge balloon-sized thing Linda had, but rather a petite bust, swelling beneath a light, hand-tailored lilac blouse. She had nice hips, and a tiny, pinched waist.
"Mr. Kal?" she asked, staring, not quite ready to believe the way his hair had suddenly seemed to fall into place.
"Yes," he answered, his heart pounding in his body, ready to break out. "I'm Mr. Kal."
"Mr. Kal the private investigator?" she asked.
"That's me," he nodded.
"May I come in?"
"Huh? Oh, sure, please, yes, by all means come on in," he invited, leading her in by taking her arm, then shutting the door behind her.
He brought her into his lavishly furnished living room, with the lavender sofa, the purple armchairs, and the indigo floor tile around the edges of the purple carpeting. In the center of the room was a huge wooden desk covered over with purple contact paper. Behind it was a plush swivel chair upholstered in lilac, as was the straight-backed chair in front of the desk.
Ushering the young lady to the latter chair, he sat her down and almost fell into his swivel chair. Lord, but she was lovely.
"Miss...." he began.
"Enders," she finished. "Laura Enders."
"Yes, well Miss Enders, what may I do for you?" he wanted to know, noting the ermine wrap around her shoulders also had a purplish cast to it. Yes, she had good taste all right.
"Do you believe in family curses, Mr. Kal?" she wanted to know.
Now there was one helluva question to ask of a man descended from gypsies. He sure as hell believed in them. Hadn't there been a werewolf curse in Cousin Bert's family? That had been before Bert had been a private eye. It was because of the investigator who finally helped break the curse that Cousin Bert had eventually decided to become a private detective. Jesus I Cousin Bert sure knew a lot of interesting people.
"I certainly don't disbelieve in family curses," he told the young woman. "Why?"
"Because it makes what I'm about to tell you much easier," she said.
"I'm all ears," he responded, his heart skipping beats as he stared at her petite body.
"I know this will sound crazy, but my family is under a sex curse. Please don't interrupt. It was hard enough for me to get up my courage to come here. Now that I'm here, let me tell my story before I run away.
"Five hundred years ago, in England, one of my ancestors, Sir Lawrence Enders, raped a young witch. She was a truly beautiful woman, or so I've been told, and Sir Lawrence was unable to resist the lure of her. But after the rape, when she insisted he marry her, he ordered her burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. As the flames consumed her screaming body, she called on the Devil to bring destruction to at least one member in every generation of the Enders family. And since Sir Lawrence's crime was sexual, she made the curse incestuous. Once in every generation, a dead, ancestral member of the Enders family would rise up and attack a descendant. And when the person who was raped died, he or she would, a generation later, rise up and rape another great, great grandchild. Now the only person in my family known to have been raped for certain was my father. Yes, he was raped, or seduced if you wish, by a beautiful young woman one wintry night, who was eventually discovered to be a female ancestor. My father was attacked while still a young man, on his twenty-first birthday. And today is the twenty-first birthday of my twin sister Myrna, and myself."
"You mean there are two of you?" Kal asked.
"Myrna is a fraternal twin," Laura Enders explained. "She doesn't look at all like me."
"That's quite a story," Kal acknowledged.
"That's not the worst of it," Laura told him. "You see, incest is considered a crime against everything holy. Therefore, once the one who is raped eventually dies, and in turn commits rape, that person's soul is doomed to everlasting purgatory. Now sometime before midnight, one of my dead male ancestors will rise up and attempt to rape either Myrna or myself. We both need protection. We're willing to pay five hundred dollars for one night's work, provided you prevent the attack on either of us."
"Sure," Kal nodded.
"One more thing," Laura told him opening her purple purse and taking out an envelope. "Whichever ancestor it will be, and no one knows for certain since there are more than a hundred ancestors in the family vault, he will not be content with a single attempt. He will get in practice, as it were, by attacking and molesting a few females in the surrounding area who are not members of the family."
"Well hell!" Kal told her. "The only way to stop whichever ancestor it is, is to sit in the family crypt and see who it is that comes out of his coffin."
"That won't work either," Laura told him. "You see, whoever it is has certain mystical powers. He can, if necessary, actually cause his body and his clothing to dissolve into dust, and then completely reintegrate at a place of his choosing. The Devil will do whatever is necessary to cause my ancestor to commit that rape."
"How is it you don't know which other members of your ancestry committed, or I should say were raped?"
"Because the rape is done in such a way, the one being raped thoroughly enjoys it. Afterward, the rape is completely erased from that person's mind. The reason we learned of my father was, he was discovered while in the act of copulation. For as long as he lives, there's nothing to fear, but when he dies, he will have to be cremated. But because we know it was he who was attacked, we also know the next attack has to be against a female member of the family. And my sister and I are the only female members of the Enders family left in this generation."
"Interesting," Kal muttered.
"Will you take the case?" Laura asked, still holding the envelope containing the money.
"Oh, sure, you bet," Kal agreed. "Just let me get dressed and I'll go with you wherever you wish."
He noticed Laura's bosom was rising and falling swiftly, and knew from the way she looked at him that she liked him, too. God! She was wonderful to look at. She was so wonderful it gave him a full erection, and that would make standing a bit embarrassing, since he had absolutely nothing on under the robe. But there was no way around it. In order for him to reach the bedroom, he had to get to his feet.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up. He noticed her eyes dropping to cock-level almost immediately. How could he help it?
"Did I do that?" she asked as he reddened.
"Uh ... yeah," was all he could think to answer, and turned away from her.
"Don't be embarrassed," she told him, which only caused his stiff staff to become even more erect. "You have a similar effect on me. Luckily it doesn't show on me."
"Hell, we just met. I shouldn't be reacting this way."
"It's all right, it's all right. I'm glad I affect you like that. We can talk to each other more easily now that we understand how each of us affects the other. I'll wait out here while you dress."
Rushing into his bedroom, Kal shut the door, and seeing Linda waking up, took out his heat on her. He had to.
CHAPTER THREE
The two of them sat in the cubbyhole-like office of the gas station and stared out through the plate glass window. The one behind the desk, with a pile of bills in front of him, was Richard "Rickey Dick" Mario. He had black hair, cut short in back but falling over his eyes. His nose was large but not too long, and when he smiled it looked as if his front upper teeth overlapped his lowers. Like his partner, he wore blue denim pants and a blue denim jacket with the name Mickey printed on it That was because all the jackets had the name Mickey on them.
The other man, the one sitting off to the corner near the canned soda machine, was Michael "Slick Mickey" Enders. He was shorter than Dick by four inches. Where Dick had black hair, Mickey had dirty blond hair with a perfectly manicured mustache and van dyke. Mickey was also about ten pounds heavier than Dick even if he was shorter. His eyes had an almost evil cast to them as, with Dick, he stared across the street at the single story apartments. Almost everyone in those apartments used their service station because it was convenient. Equally important, they liked the service, even if they weren't crazy about Mickey and Dick's prices.
"Shell be coming out any minute now," Mickey said, sipping coffee from a paper cup. "Same damn routine every day. She drives her husband to the station, comes back, fills up one of her two cars here, then drives off. Wherever the hell she goes, it's far enough away for her to need to fill the damn car again. Lucky for her she has an odd number on one plate and an even number on the other. That way she knows she can get gas every day. This lousy gas shortage is really killing business."
"Yeah, but she's some fuckin' looker," Dick responded. "Man, I'd like to get into her fuckin' pants."
"Stop dreaming," Mickey told him. "Besides, with a little luck you'll be getting laid tonight, and real good."
"I don't see why your cousin should put out for me," Dick shrugged.
"It's simple," Mickey told him. "We have what's laughingly called a family curse. Both Laura and Myrna have been scared shitless about it. Laura's been screaming she would go off and do something about it. Myrna's too scared to think straight. Now if Myrna spends the evening with someone, namely you, then the so-called family ghoul will never be able to get to her. And Cousin Myrna has what is known as hot pants. It will take very little coaxing on your part to get her to pull them down."
"Yeah, but why me? She could mix with somebody else."
"Bullshit! We're having this birthday party for the two of 'em tonight. It's gonna be a masquerade party, see. Now I know for a fact Myrna's dressing up like Little Bo Peep. So you get a Little Tommy Tucker outfit, and she'll think your getting laid was ordained in Heaven. Dig?"
"But suppose there's something to this fuckin' curse. What then?"
"Get outta here. Who believes in shit like that in this day and age. There isn't any damn curse. But as long as Myrna thinks so, she'll let you take her off somewhere so the two of you can be locked away from the family ghoul when he supposedly shows up."
"What's this family ghoul supposed to do?" Dick asked.
"It's supposed to be a different one in each generation. Ji a male gets seduced in the previous generation then a female gets her ass banged in this one."
"What's so bad about that?"
"Well, if someone gets laid by a spirit that rises up from the dead, when that person dies, she too, will eventually rise up from the dead and bang a future male member of the family."
"So, what's so bad about that?"
"Incest. And anyone who commits incest has their soul doomed forever."
"Well, I'm glad I'm not a member of your family."
"Big deal. You're getting laid tonight, anyway."
"Yeah. And what about you?"
"Me? Well, if all goes well, I'm gonna make believe I'm the family ghoul and fuck cousin Laura."
"Isn't that also incest?"
"Don't be a horse's ass. Between first cousins screwing is allowed."
"Cheez. You're a real fuckin' bastard."
"Aren't we all. I've been dying to screw Laura for years. She has one of those dainty, petite, doll-like bodies I love."
"Hey, speakin' of bodies you love, here comes that fuckin' broad from across the street She's drivin' her husband to the station, now."
"He's such a lucky son of a bitch and he doesn't realize it. I've watched the way he treats her. He handles her like she's shit. What a shmuck."
"Well who knows? Maybe someday she'll let you fill her fuckin' box."
"No such luck."
The object of their scrutiny, Mrs. Alberta Barnett, was a long, willowy brunette. She had large, bullet-shaped tits and didn't wear a bra so they really bounced beneath her blue cloth coat. The see-through blouse she had on didn't really support them, but it wasn't designed for that reason. All it did was show her boobs off to their best advantage. Only the fact that she was wearing the coat kept Mickey and Dick from being able to enjoy watching the way they jiggled. She knew they were watching her. She'd laughingly nicknamed them the Boobsie Twins.
Abby, as everyone called her, had a fleshy waist, but because of her bit tits and large thighs no one seemed to much care. All they noticed was her large knockers and her slender calves, showing beneath the short grey skirt she was wearing beneath her coat.
Getting behind the wheel of her Toyota, she sulked a bit. Having to drive her husband, Harvey, to the damn station every morning was a big fat pain, but it was easier than letting him slap her around. Harvey was a mean son of a bitch, and if Abby had had the money, she'd have left him in a hurry. But she had no money of her own, and Harvey had told her more than once, if she wanted a divorce he'd grant it to her on the condition she didn't ask for a settlement.
Abby had married Harvey out of sheer necessity. She'd had a bad job, and was earning less than she'd needed on which to live decently. Harvey had come along, had fallen for her big tits, had asked her to marry him, and she had agreed, thinking it was easier than working for a living. But Harvey had turned out to be a stingy bastard. So every day, after Harvey left for work, Abby had to sneak off to work in a bar. Eventually she hoped to save up enough money to leave Harvey. But right now things looked difficult. The price of gasoline had gone sky-high, and though she earned more than it cost to continually fill up one of the two cars, she had put most of the money in a private savings account, and now, on Friday, she suddenly found herself with no money at all. She didn't know how she'd be able to get to work.
She didn't even look at Harvey as he got into the car, and he didn't bother looking at her. She automatically eased the car out onto the street, went to the corner, and turned right. Driving north, she silently cursed her husband for the jerk he was. He hadn't given her a decent lay in more than a year, and every morning at about this time, she felt her cunt begin to cream. Christ! She'd give anything for a good fucking before going off to work. But Harvey was too busy as a junior executive, trying to become a senior executive. Money was the only thing that counted, now. Once in a great while, like once every six weeks or so, he'd poke her to get his rocks off, not giving a damn about her own feelings, the creep.
It never occurred to Abby to take a lover. She had been brought up in a moral household, where one was taught to make the best of whatever situation in which one was involved without seeking outside assistance.
Pulling across the Sunrise Highway, she let her husband out at the railroad station and drove off, not bothering to look back. Maybe he'd do her a favor one day and fall onto the tracks when a train was coming. That way, she wouldn't have to bother with a divorce, and she'd collect his life insurance.
Damn, she thought. I need gas. I really need it badly.
There was no other gas station she could go to.
No one else knew her. She would have to go to the Boobsie Twins and ask them to trust her.
Returning the way she'd come, she pulled into the station.
Christ! she thought, looking at the new prices posted on the pumps. They'd increased the cost by nearly seven cents since yesterday. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Pretty soon the cost of gasoline would eat up more of her earnings than she could afford to pay.
"There she is," Dick said, staring out the plate glass window as the Toyota pulled up. "Whyn't you go make a fuckin' play for her."
"Get outta here," Mickey snapped.
"No guts?" Dick laughed. "Go on, Mickey. You're so fuckin' hot to dip your fuckin' stick, go make a fuckin' play for her."
"Knock it off," Mickey told him, getting to his feet. "You know damn well what'd happen."
"Yeah," Dick laughed. "She'd set yback on your fuckin' ass. You're chicken, Mickey."
"You're such a great cocksman, you make the play," Mickey invited.
"Uh uh. I'm fuckin' your fuckin' cousin tonight, remember? I'm storin' up my fuckin' sperm flier."
"Go fuck yourself," Mickey snapped, and walked outside.
"Yes ma'am?" he asked, walking over to the Toyota.
"I need gas," she told him. "Do I have to wait until a certain time, or are the pumps open now?"
"They're open now," he replied. "Fill 'er up?"
"Please ... may I talk to you?"
"Ma'am?"
"I don't have any money with me right now. But you know me. I live just across the street. Can I pay you this evening?"
Mickey stared at her, and she stared at him. Abby could feel his eyes burning into her, and she knew damn well what he was thinking. Just the idea that he wanted her made her cream even more. Suddenly, she felt herself going into an uncontrollable heat.
Staring at the glazed look in her eyes, Mickey suddenly felt bold. What had he to lose? All she could do was refuse. Hell! He wasn't trying to rape her. He'd ask.
"Maybe we could come to an agreement," he croaked in a hoarse voice.
"Please," she begged. "I really need the gas. I'll pay you more than it's worth once I get paid myself, today."
"I wasn't thinking in terms of money," he told her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You," he said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I want you."
That's ... out of the question. It wouldn't be right. I mean, I'm a married woman, and...."
"And I watch the way he treats you like a dog. You deserve better. I'm not promising anything other than to treat you right. I don't want you to leave him or anything like that. But for as long as you live here, I can make it nice for you. I can make it nice for the both of us. I'll give you all the gas you want, and it won't cost a dime."
"But that would be like prostituting myself."
"No not really. You wouldn't be doing it for the gas. I mean, I land of got the idea that maybe you liked me."
"The funny thing is, I do. I've always thought of you as distinguished-looking with that goatee. But it never occurred to me to do anything like this. I mean, I never thought to do anything extra-marital. It isn't right."
"It isn't right when the marriage is fun. But when it isn't, then you have to do something or go crazy."
God! she thought. He's right. He's so damn right. Yet how do I do it without letting myself seem cheap?
"When d'you have to leave?" Mickey asked.
"I have two hours before I have to go to work," she responded, suddenly realizing she would do what he wanted, whether or not it cheapened her. Things couldn't be any worse than they were right now.
"Leave the car here and walk across the street," he instructed. "I'll follow you. I know your apartment. Leave the door unlocked."
"Okay," she nodded, letting out her pent-up breath.
Abby got out of the car and crossed the street while Mickey went back into the filling station office.
"Fill up the car," he told Dick. "She's got something wrong with her other car. I'm going over there to take a look."
Surprisingly, Dick believed him, because Dick didn't think it possible Mickey had made headway with the voluptuous woman. So Dick nodded his assent and Mickey, feeling his breath caught in his chest, left the office and crossed the street.
Walking up to her apartment door (it faced the side of the building), Mickey touched the handle and found it unlocked, as she'd promised.
"It's too good to be true," he said to himself.
She was actually willing. She wanted him. Oh God!
Going inside, he shut the door behind him and found himself in the living room. It was empty. Hell, it had to be. She didn't want to make it on the damn couch or the living room floor.
Walking across the living room, he saw the tiny kitchenette off to the left. That wasn't the direction he wanted. He turned right-and saw her in the bedroom, standing near the window, looking out, afraid to look at him.
"Change your mind?" he asked, walking into the bedroom.
It was a cheaply furnished bedroom, but Mickey put it down to the woman's husband's being a tightwad rather than her own taste. There was no carpeting on the wooden floor, and the dresser was along the right wall running straight ahead of Mickey. The chest of drawers was against the far wall, and between him and said chest was the double bed.
"No," she almost whispered. "It's just that it never occurred to me to do this before, and I really don't know how to go about starting it."
"Simple," he told her. "We start by getting undressed."
"Will you undress with me?" she asked. "I'd feel funny taking off my clothes with you watching if you were still dressed."
"Sure," he agreed. "It's only fair."
And so, staring at one another across the double bed, the two of them undressed, dropping their clothes on the floor.
"You have a strong-looking body," she told him, not able to think what else to say. She was embarrassed at the sight of his upstanding prick.
"You have a fantastic body," he told her, looking at her out-thrust tits. He noticed she had a bit of a belly, but who cared. It was the cunt beneath the belly that counted. And it had a fine mass of dark curls above it.
They walked to the bed together and got on it from opposite sides, on their knees. And Mickey reached for her, pulling her to him and feeling those twin cannon shells pressing against him. Shee-it! He almost ejaculated then and there.
She had skin like satin, smooth and cook and now that he touched her he raised goose bumps all over her. Their mouths came together like cymbals, clashing while wide open, so their tongues could interlock.
Abby fell back on the bed, and though Mickey had anticipated foreplay, he saw she was soaking wet. He needed no further invitation. In a moment he was astride her, his prick plunging deep into her bottomless twat. He couldn't control the savage thrust of his hips as his throbbing dong moved inside her. Christ! It was as if that part of him was machine-operated. He continued thundering into her warm, soaking, clutching pussy as her hands stroked his back and his ass. Oh Lord, but it felt so damnably great.
He dug his fingers almost viciously into the soft flesh of her bullet tits, overcome with a savage, nearly irrational passion. He was no longer a thinking man; he let his natural instincts take over. Releasing her tits, he reached underneath and grabbed her asscheeks, pinching and squeezing all the while. He fucked his cock, hot and inflamed as it was, with ululating power into her vibrating cunt.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," was her response to the way he pistoned himself into her as she gloried in the way his hands played with her smooth white ass. And as he continued rubbing her solid cheeks, she felt him withdraw his prick until only its bloated head was within, and then thrust it forward almost barbarically until his tight, dark balls struck with heaviness against the spreadapart split of her ass in one continuous stroke.
The combined sensations now abruptly drove her into a state of unbelievable rapture; a state of emotion she'd never known with her own husband. Oh God! Let him keep it up. Don't let him falter now.
Mickey's schlong tingled as if charged with electricity. His balls were like a vat containing boiling wax. He would shoot at any moment now and only hoped he'd brought her far enough along to come with him. It wouldn't be any damn good if she didn't come. Oh hell! He was going to come. There was no way to hold it off any longer. Damn! He was going to blast a torrent of cream into that soft, burning cunt, and he suddenly realized she wanted him to do just that.
His brain was in a turmoil. Her unexpected favorable response to the way he squeezed her tits and her ass had almost blinded him to everything but the lust filling him. Now he was determined she, too, would come.
Reaching down with one hand while keeping his weight balanced on the other, Mickey used his fingers to part her pussylips even more, battering his hairy pelvis against hers hard, so that his short and curlies intermingled with hers. He slammed into her more ferociously than ever. Sweat from his perspiring face fell onto her tender body, making her tits glisten all the more. His breath came in short, gasping puffs, his eyes locked on the ivory-white hue of her quivering body; the body that was forcing her cunt into his plunging cock with the snug delight of a tight sheath. Oh hell, his cock was growing so heavy with seed there was no way to hold it back. He had to come, and now!!!
He heard Abby whisper in a soft voice as her body moved beneath his pounding hips, "Oh God ... Oh God ... yes, yes, yes, hurry, hurry, squirt it into me ... shoot it into me ... hurry .. drench my insides with it ... split me apart but come and make me come with you."
"Here ... it ... comes," he choked, tossing back his head and grunting frantically as he shoved his prong's full extended length into her stretched pussybox, his almost rotund body beginning to jerk convulsively as he fired shot after shot of hot juice into her sucking box. His mouth fell forward and he grabbed her left nipple between his lips and pulled hard, sucking and sucking.
Abby, beneath his hammering assault, felt the first exquisite gushes of his boiling sperm splutter into the intricate, lustful workings of her body. It shot right into her center, deep into her. It surged through her body with a torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heavy belly like liquid fire.
The delicious sensation tripped her own long-awaited climax, and she whimpered like a bleating lamb with the powerful waves of sensational pleasure washing over her ... until at last she sensed the white-hot semen of his hot, sticky prick running down the crevice of her wide-split cheeks to the open slit of her ass.
He lay on top of her, out of breath for the moment, and she brushed his hair with her fingers. He had been wonderful. He had been just what she had needed to make life bearable, and to think he was only across the street. She could have him almost any time she needed him.
Finally, he withdrew what was left of his now-deflated rod from inside her. It made a slight, whispering noise as it withdrew. A cool rush of welcome air filled her pussy, soothing the now-unplugged hole between her thighs.
"One more time," she pleaded.
"I can't," he murmured, shaking his head. "You were so great I'd never be able to raise another one."
"Let me raise it for you," she said, smilingly. "I have the feeling you have one more inside you."
"Tomorrow," he told her. "Tomorrow is my day off, and we can have the whole day if you're free."
"Tomorrow it is," she smiled, and kissed him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Afraid to return home immediately, Laura Enders had asked Alan Kal to take her to the city where she shopped half-heartedly. Kal, for his part, was quite content just to be with Laura, and to think she was paying him for it. Some days everything went right. The only thing bothering him was his erection, for though he'd fired a wad into Linda before leaving his apartment, it hadn't done much to reduce his hard-on. Laura affected him more than ever.
It was well after five when he started driving her home, heading east, one car, a dark blue Pinto, among many headed in that direction. Behind them, a heavy golden sun was hanging in a cloudy winter sky, spreading what little warmth it had left over Long Island.
The sun was trying, it really was, but an iciness was already creeping in from the north, dissipating and scattering the sun's rays. Thus, what was left of the day was beginning to fade, with long shadows and a crispness promising a freezing cold the like of which would paralyze any living thing out of doors within the next few hours.
Unmindful of the cold, Kal and Laura huddled together in his Pinto as the tiny heater spat out warmth to comfort them. They were moving at a snail's pace because of the traffic, hemmed in as it were, both front and rear.
They were heading for Endersville, a very small, unincorporated village founded by Laura's ancestors nearly a hundred and fifty years before.
"You mean to say this curse followed your family here, to America?" Kal was asking.
"Oh yes," Laura nodded.
"Well why didn't you just cremate all your ancestors and put an end to the damn thing?"
"I don't know," she replied. "It just never occurred to me."
"What were you shopping for?" Kal wanted to know. "I mean, I didn't really notice."
"Costumes," she replied.
"Why costumes?"
"For Myrna's and my birthday party. It's going to be a masquerade. I even picked out a costume for you."
"How could you?" he wanted to know. "You don't know my size."
"I'm pretty good at judging clothing sizes," she retorted. "It'll fit you."
"What kind of a costume is it?" he wanted to know.
"A Raggedy Andy costume, to go with my Raggedy Ann."
"Hey, that's not a bad idea."
He wanted to say how much he loved her; how crazy he already was about her, but he knew she'd think him crazy. After all, you don't just tell someone you love them after knowing them for less than a day. Yet she seemed to understand somewhat, because the fingers of her left hand were interlaced with those of his right, and they were squeezing, which wasn't doing his erection much good.
Making the appropriate turn off the Sunrise Highway, Kal passed through a number of small villages before he reached Endersville. The sun was sinking lower and lower in the west, and by the time he parked his car in the large horseshoe-shaped driveway before the huge Enders mansion, it was barely above the horizon.
Together they entered the immense, almost grotesque mansion. The butler told Laura no one was about, so she insisted on showing Kal to his room. He would be spending the night there.
She led him up a flight of thickly carpeted stairs where he saw two hallways running perpendicular to each other. Laura turned to the right and pointed to a nearby door, saying, 'That's my room."
"This is quite a place," he acknowledged, looking up and down the paneled hallway, noticing the wooden tables against the walls, above which were shiny mirrors.
"The room next to mine is empty," Laura went on. "I hope you don't mind taking it."
"Love it," he said, without thinking, his heart triphammering away inside him.
"We share a connecting bathroom," she told him. "Do you mind?"
"Uh ... no, not at all, why should I?"
"I'm glad," she whispered. "I'm so glad you're here. Just your being here gives me a feeling of security."
And with that she left him, going into her own room.
"What a fantastic female," Alan Kal said to himself, opening the door to the room Laura had assigned him. And to think he was right next door to her.
She was summer in the middle of what seemed to be a cold, endless winter. She was clarity in an otherwise muddled life. She was beauty where all else had been plainness.
Shutting the door, Kal turned on the light and looked around the room. It was a large room, with heavy, masculine furniture. The bed, an old fashioned canopied type, was to his left, against the near wall extending out into the middle of the room.
The carpeting on the floor was the same thick, brown carpeting he'd seen in the hallway and on the stairs. He didn't care for it, but then the carpeting had probably been in the mansion longer than Laura had been alive, so she couldn't have had much to do with its choosing.
A large armoire was against the room's right wall. It was larger than the walk-in closet he had in his bedroom with the sliding doors.
Going to the bed, Alan Kal tested the mattress and found it firm. He decided to he down for a while and rest. He would need all his strength for the oncoming vigil.
Stretching out on the bed, he looked out the window to the west, and saw the sky slowly turning amber. Soon it would become orange, then red, violet, blue, and finally, black. Shrugging, he lay back and stared out the window, fascinated at the optical illusions caused by the earth's atmosphere.
Like a large, overripe orange the sun lay on the western horizon, slowly being sectioned. As the last of it fell away, leaving its afterglow as a final epitaph, a frigid whisper of breath was exhaled from the north. At first it was only that, a whisper, and the tiny suburban village of Endersville hunched itself and turned its back, trying to ignore the intruder. But the wind was not to be shunted aside so easily. It had come to rape with the night, and rape it would. Soon the whisper of ice became an overpowering wail, screaming threats of chilling hoar.
The naked trees in and around the village lifted up their arms, waving them in supplication, hoping the intruder would have mercy. But in the end they spread their branches as the thighs of a woman would be spread, submissively accepting the icy interloper.
But the houses of the little village did not accept the rape so easily. Doors and windows were tightly shuttered refusing entrance to the many phalluses of Boreas, and said phalluses sought out any and all cracks and crevices they could find, penetrating them violently and relentlessly.
With the wind's shrill shriek to guide it, darkness followed, stretching forth its infinite hand to blanket everything in sight, covering up the wind's rape. With one final effort the darkness swallowed the last glow of the orange sun, as easily as a woman's lips swallow the head of a penis.
The quenching of this last bit of fight, like a whore's sacreligious act, blinded the cloud-bloated sky, causing it to shake in anger like a woman's head being forced to move while her lips surround a cock. Large, dandruff-like flakes of snow fell from the protesting head, whitening the village and everything surrounding it.
No helpless woman to be attacked, the village refused to simply lie there and be raped by the darkness. It fought back the only way it could. Lights blazed from every home, surpassed in brightness only by the tit-shaped globes of the streetlamps. The patchwork of snow acted like a mirror, reflecting the glow emanating from these mercury aureolae, thus aiding the village in fighting off the second would-be rapist, darkness.
The other violater, the north wind, apparently realized it had lost the battle it had begun, and thus retreated, allowing the snowflakes to feather down to earth all the more slowly, like helpless amoebae. But like all enemies, the vanquished wind had left behind a grim reminder of the fact that it had been there, just as a rapist sometimes leaves his victim pregnant. In this case the foetus was the bitter, frosty temperature pervading the air, clinging leechlike to any and all things, animate and inanimate.
But nothing could chill the spirits of the tiny village. With lights it had fought off the darkness, and with courage it had withstood the attacking wind. From every lighted window cheerful voices emanated strongly. And the most cheerful voices of all came from the Enders mansion.
One section of the village alone remained apart and aloof from all else, shrinking from the lights in its moroseness. That section was the village cemetery. Like an English gentleman, still waiting for a proper introduction, it stood there, cold, detached, and quilted a frosty white. But the freezing snow was tepid when compared to the ground on which it lay, and the ground itself was almost warm compared to what was buried within it.
Headstones -lined row after row of graves, marking the places where dead carcasses lay. And all the rows seemed to point toward the center of the cemetery, where a huge, long mausoleum, running nearly the entire width of the graveyard, stood silhouetted against the black, moonless night sky. Inside the mausoleum, row after row of wooden sarcophagi stood side by side in musky darkness, relieved only by faint light coming in through stained glass windows, that light coming from the village itself.
Here the bodies of the dead members of the Enders family lay in final repose. Their coffins remained tightly sealed, and but for a small hole in one or two, eaten away by the few rats able to evade the eye of the night watchman, everything remained untouched.
Once in a great while a coffin was found open and empty. Where the body had been taken, no one knew, nor did anyone care. The night watchman, when finding an emptied coffin, merely shut it and kept his mouth shut. He didn't want anyone thinking him lax in his duties. And it was time for another coffin to lose its contents.
CHAPTER FIVE
He lay there in the stygian darkness trying to gather his thoughts. He had opened his eyes but for the moment he didn't realize it. In fact, it didn't occur to him he had returned to life. For so many years he had slept the sleep of death it simply didn't occur to him he was no longer dead. Ebony inkiness surrounded him, and for the moment he could comprehend nothing.
Slowly it filtered into him, flooding his mind and body. He ached terribly, a ravenous hunger filling his body. Within his throat lay a huge wad of cotton, now dry after having long ago absorbed all his saliva. He thirsted burningly, but not for water. His throat was hot and chalky, and with the realization he had such feelings, he also understood the time had come.
His hands, which had lain crossed on his chest, reached forward and pushed upward. The lid opened with a raw groan, its sound echoing off the stone ceiling above. The faint light entering through the stained glass windows, slightly brighter now for being reflected by the snow outside, painted the already bleak ceiling charcoal grey.
Slowly he sat up, and swore he could hear his bones creak in protest. As he looked around, the full reality of everything snapped into place.
He was one of the Cursed Ones. His body had been tainted, and though he'd forgotten about it after it had happened, dying without remembering, it now came back to him. Yes, now he remembered; remembered as if it had only just happened to him.
He had been Seymour "Sy" Enders. Standing well over six feet in height, his hair had been prematurely grey, even on his twenty-first birthday. That had been a birthday to remember. Endersville had been a hamlet more than a village at that time, and he, as the oldest male child of extremely wealthy parents, had gotten anything he'd wanted. For his twenty-first birthday he'd received a new shay with a set of matched grey geldings.
He'd spent the day with his parents and the rest of his family, and that night there had been a party in his honor. People had come from many of the other Long Island hamlets and villages just to pay their respects to him, and he had become quickly bored. So while the party was in full swing, he decided to slip away. He thought to go to his room, change, then take his new matched set and shay and go in search of some real fun, namely a wench or two. But he never got any farther than his room.
She was waiting for him in his room. He had no idea who she was, though the family resemblance was unmistakable. She had black pools for eyes, and though his own eyes were grey, he wondered what she had done to change the color of her own eyes. He didn't know how they had changed color, but he did know they hadn't always been black. She had a short, thin nose, thin red lips, and black, upswept hair. Her body was a thin, slender reed under a black sheath of a dress. The dress was so tight, he could see the complete outline of her small, firm tits. The nipples pressed against the restraining cloth, making the boobs seem bigger than they really were.
"Wow!" he said. "Fair maid, pray tell who might you be."
"Neither fair nor a maid," she replied, "I am she come to fulfill an obligation. I am from the past of the Enders family. I am come to draw your body into mine so you, too, may take up the obligation from me."
"I know not what you mean," he told her, "nor do I care. Tell me your name, for I know before you leave this room I shall ravish you, and I would know the name of the woman I ravish."
She smiled and said, "Know then I am Rochelle, and I am yours for whatever you would do to me."
"I would do all," he murmured hoarsely.
Sy remembered feeling the urgency boil up from within him as he approached the woman known as Rochelle. His stiffening cock strained at his breeches, screaming to be released so it could come into more intimate contact with the body before him.
His left hand moved to her breast and cupped its fullness. Her flesh, separated from his touch solely by a thin layer of tight material, felt oddly cold beneath the satin. His eager fingertips kneaded the exquisitely shaped boob, moving purposely to the stiff protuberance at its center.
Now it was Rochelle's turn to shiver in response to the way Sy's thumb and forefinger captured her nipple and fondled it, sliding the smooth, slick satin back and forth over the sensitive bud.
Growling deep in his throat, Sy lowered his head, making a moist line with his tongue as it moved down the flesh of her throat and on to the swell of her breast protruding from the top of the sheath. He heard her gasp and surrounded her with his arms, embracing her. She lay back in his embrace, plainly enjoying what he was doing. The pressure of her tit, pressing against his lips, let him know she wanted him to free it and continue.
Goaded by the touch of her fingernails on the nape of his neck, he covered first one, then the other nipple with his mouth, chewing through the satin cloth. As she writhed and squirmed in his arms he pressed harder into her, letting her box feel the hardness of his rampant cock.
He had to bring her flesh out into the open ... had to see it, touch it, taste it. Roughly Sy slid his fingers down inside the top of her bodice, tearing it and scooping both tits free of their covering.
Tiny, dark marks around her nipples, curiously bloodless, told where his teeth had dug. Sy kissed the bruises lightly, then licked them with his tongue, lapping at the cold flesh until it glistened.
Her nipple was like sweet, soft candy in his mouth. Wild with arousal, he used the tip of his tongue to lash the dark button while tearing the rest of the sheath from her body with his hands. His hands roamed over her belly and onto the inside of her creamy thigh,' his fingers twisting themselves in her cunt hairs.
Rochelle began to rotate her hips slowly, initiating the rhythm of sex as her eyes closed and her long lashes fanned downwards.
The throbbing Sy had felt in his cock when he'd first seen Rochelle now caused pain, and the pain was becoming unbearable, yet he elected to torture himself a bit more, to lengthen the delay, to continue the foreplay until all self-control was gone.
Yes, he would wait until the madness descended, said madness more delightful than anything he ever knew. Then he would tear her cunt into a million pieces with his prick.
His fingers were already in her crack, playing with the slick, soaking lips, curving themselves to the contour of her body. He speeded up the movement of his fingers, running them over her clit and then in and out of her hole, back to her clit, then back to that soft, soaking twat.
Lowering her to the bed, Sy spread her thin, solid thighs and stared at the lovely, creaming cunt. Even as he stared, he kept moving his long, thick fingers in and out of her, watching as her juices covered him to his wrist.
She lifted her heels and placed her calves on his shoulder, spreading her thighs even farther apart so he could see deeper into the quim his fingers were already exploring. Her love juice was literally pouring out, making him salivate.
Releasing her, he leaped to his feet and began pulling off his clothes. In less than twenty seconds he was as naked as she, his randy cock standing nearly seven inches away from his hot body. God, how he wanted to bury it between those solid thighs.
Falling to his knees, he lunged for the slit with his mouth. Burying his face in her soft muff, he tasted the pungent liquid of her still-cold body, and drank deeply of it. His tongue fluttered into her and he found the stiff clitoris nestled where it belonged. Hungrily he rolled it against his tongue, teasing the little center of pleasure until Rochelle cried out with involuntary delight. No doubt about it, she was enjoying it as much as he.
She thrust her hips upward again and again, ramming her twat against his face, covering it with her slick, sloppy liquid, almost covering his entire face with her open cunt. He felt her cross her knees behind his skull, imprisoning his head between the junket-softness of her thighs, her quivering thighs.
He sensed the tension growing in her body and extended his tongue to its full length and she began bucking like a wild mare. He was unable to breathe as his mouth was crushed to the soft pussy, drinking the fluid it released, now in buckets, or so it seemed.
With superhuman strength, he wrenched his face from the delicious flesh he had been tasting. Sweat and lubrication sopped his face, and he was panting. The madness had taken complete control of him. He couldn't wait any longer. With maddening swiftness he grabbed her by her slender hips and began drawing her toward him. Closer and closer the pointed cock came to its target until the hard, smooth glans of his fuck stick came up against her sopping outer lips. And then lightning seemed to strike as the movement continued. His thick, mighty prick moved into her, making total contact with every nerve.
Further, deeper it went, as if it had no end, touching every part of her demanding vagina. And then he was all the way into her, totally impaling her on his giant cock, feeling the contractions on his prong just as she could feel the pulse beats of his shaft. He had it rammed so far up inside her, he wondered why it wasn't touching her heart.
Pulling her against him, he squashed both tits, one in each hand, and sought her mouth with his. Sensation after sensation shot through him, and he felt it could go on for eternity.
He began poling her twat, moving his cock back and forth, letting it ride in its cushioned enclosure. Said enclosure gripped and squeezed his penis, making slurping sounds as he plunged it in again and out again. He had big, brown balls, and now they tightened up against his body. Even so, they touched her ass, causing the cheeks to part slightly.
Each stroke seemed to be longer than the one before. Each plunge rediscovered new nerve tinglings, new reactions, new waves of pure ecstasy.
He fucked her with the speed of light, his cock making deeper and deeper inroads into her slurping cunt. His ass seemed to rise higher each time, only to force his rod back into her with the power of a diesel locomotive. It was an unrelenting scepter, a magic wand, and right now it was performing the magic for which it had been made.
At first he thought he was going to come before her, but the sensation subsided for a moment. Then he was afraid he wouldn't shoot at all, and he forced himself to fuck even faster, shortening his strokes.
When she would have screamed, his mouth covering hers took the yell and smothered it, just as his body now completely surrounded hers and his arms were crushing her. And then her legs, already twined around his, put so much pressure on him, he thought he'd surely break as her twat suddenly clutched his cock and began squeezing it so tightly, he thought for sure she'd pull it off. She was coming, and he'd never known a woman to have such a complete climax. She squeezed his prick so hard with her pussy he lost complete control of himself and the final, unreachable pinnacle was suddenly there, swallowing up his body as her cunt had engulfed his prick. He arched his powerful body back and then slammed his ramrod against her again, and miraculously it didn't soften. The way her cuntlips held it prevented it from shrinking, and so he slammed into her distended pussy again.
Time had no meaning for him. Minutes passed, becoming hours, and still he fucked away, unable to stop, unable to shrink, not really wanting to stop. He couldn't get enough of her. He had to go on fucking. He'd fuck until the end of time, if possible.
To the end of time. What a glorious idea. He'd die fucking, and in the next life he'd go on fucking. As long as he had this fabulous woman beneath him he could fuck forever.
Like all good things, this, too, came to an end. But it ended so unexpectedly.
She grabbed his hair, pulled his head back so his lips separated themselves from hers, and said, "In a few seconds the dawn will be here. Then I go to everlasting purgatory."
"What are you talking ... about?" he gasped, still ramming his powerful pudendum into her.
"I am your great-grandmother, Rochelle," she answered. "My life and my youth have been restored to me this one night so that I may carry on the curse of the Enders Family. And when you die, long after you are interred in the family crypt, you too will one day return to life, your youth and vigor restored, so that you may commit incest with a granddaughter, or great granddaughter, thus condemning your own soul, as well. We are all of us cursed for the folly of our ancestor, Sir Lawrence, and yet, if it is permitted, I shall wait for you, for the joining of our bodies was unlike any other joining I've ever known, and if we shall roast forever, then indeed we shall roast together."
"For you and this night we have known together, I would gladly surrender my immortality," he whispered, as, with one final thrust, he achieved his final climax, no longer shooting liquid, but receiving no less pleasure.
And then the tip of the sun poked its head over the rim of the horizon, its amber rays pouring into his bedroom through the window near the bed, and suddenly she was no longer there. She had completely dissolved, as had the clothing he'd torn from her body. And as the sun's rays had caused her to dissolve, so had it put him into a deep sleep. He collapsed on the bed, in a deathlike coma, his huge cock still spasming from having come inside the now-nonexistent cunt of Rochelle.
When he had awakened, he had completely forgotten all that had passed between himself and Rochelle. When questioned as to his whereabouts during the party, he had replied he had felt tired and had gone up to bed where he had slept the night through.
Now, awake in his satin-lined casket, he remembered all. Yes, he remembered it all, and he knew what he had to do, The windows in the huge vault were small squares, set near the ceiling. Miraculously the glass had remained intact in all of them. The snow-reflected light was weak, though he really needed no fight. As a member of the undead his eyes could see as well in the dark as they could in daylight; better in fact, for when daylight arrived, he, like his ancestress, would dissolve to nothingness.
Dust, inches thick, covered everything. The crypt had not been opened for quite a while now, save for when the night watchman made his rounds. And more often than not he would merely check the lock on the crypt door without bothering to come in.
He moved, agonizingly slow at first. Standing up, he stepped from his resting place. Looking down at himself he was pleased his family had seen fit to send him to his coffin in his formal dress suit and opera cape rather than cover him with a nightgown-like shroud.
A tittering squeal drew his attention. Turning his head, he used his supernormal vision to see a large rat disappearing into a hole it had made in the wooden casket of one of his less fortunate ancestors.
The musty odor of ancient decay filled his nostrils. He hadn't recalled smelling decay on Rochelle, though now he understood why her body had always been cold. His own body had the same chill about it.
The all-consuming hunger in his body was growing. He would have to find someone to slake it, perhaps more than one before he sought out the final one, the one with whom he would have the ultimate congress. Would it be as good as the one he'd shared with Rochelle? Not that it mattered. In order for his spirit to join hers in purgatory, he would have to commit the incest his body was urging him to do. If he broke the chain, if he was unable to fornicate with a descendant, the curse would be ended, but he wouldn't be able to mingle his spirit with his beloved Rochelle. And that was the one force driving him on to continue the curse. Far, far better to suffer the agonies of Purgatory with a loved one, than to be in Heaven alone.
The gnawing was growing. He had to find someone to fuck. He knew it was too early to seek out his female descendant, but he had to get out and fuck, or his cock would break out of its skin.
CHAPTER SIX
"Man, you look like the fuckin' cat who swallowed the fuckin' canary," Dick Mario was saying to Mickey Enders as, in Mickey's Corvette, they headed toward the Enders mansion. "For a fuckin' poor relation who's always gripin' about his fuckin rich relatives, you look too fuckin' happy."
"Yeah," was all Mickey would say, not wanting to tell Dick about Abby Barnett. Otherwise Dick might want to cut himself in on a piece of the action. And Abby was someone Mickey was sharing with no one, not even with Abby's husband if what she'd told him was accurate.
He had stayed with Abby a good half hour after they'd fucked, and she had poured out her heart to him. And though he looked satanic with his mustache and goatee, Mickey Enders was a big sucker for a sob story. Besides, Abby had promised him a blow job the next day.
On top of everything else, Mickey was still intent on banging Cousin Laura and letting her think she'd gotten it from the family ghoul. The opportunity was too good a one to pass up.
Pulling his Corvette into the horseshoe-shaped driveway, Mickey parked, and the two of them got out of the car. Both wore suits at the moment, and each carried a box containing a costume for the forthcoming party. Dick had found a Little Tommy Tucker costume, while Mickey, not really ready to spring for a full costume, had packed up a suit of tails and had dug up an old opera cape. Both men had three-quarter face masks, covering everything but their mouths. It was Mickey who had thought of these kinds of masks. Laura would never recognize him when he finally jumped her.
Walking up the stairs, braving the frigid night, the two of them waited until the Enders butler let them into the well-lit mansion. They gave their coats to the butler, who hung them up, then led the two men upstairs to the respective rooms they would be using that night
"Hey Mick," Dick said, once the butler had gone back downstairs. "Where's that fuckin' Myrna, huh? I wanna get a good look at her."
"You will," Mickey assured him. "You'll see all of her before the night's over. Who knows, Dick. Maybe she'll flip out for you, you'll end up marrying her, and then maybe you'll show some gratitude when Myrna comes into her inheritance."
"First I'd like to get a fuckin' look at her. Where is she?"
"Probably in her room. You go into your room and rest. We'll meet downstairs at eight o'clock for dinner. After the meal we'll come back up stairs and change into our costumes. The party starts about ten."
"You're sure about this Myrna havin' hot fuckin' pants now."
"Guaranteed," Mickey nodded, heading for his room. "See you later."
Dick watched Mickey disappear into his room, then headed for his own room. Hell, he'd get a fuckin' gander at this Myrna when they went down to have the fuckin' dinner.
The object of Dick Mario's thoughts, Myrna Enders, stood before the full-length looking glass on her bathroom door. Carefully she scrutinized herself, and almost squealed with delight.
I'm gorgeous, she thought to herself. There's no two ways about it. I'm gorgeous. Not pretty, not beautiful, but absolutely gorgeous.
She was right where her face was concerned. It was an absolutely stunning face, in some ways resembling that of Laura, her fraternal twin, with short brown hair, deep hazel eyes, a short, upturned nose, and a full, sensuous, kissable mouth.
Many men had dated Myrna Enders, and at least half of them had ended up ploughing her. Her life had been one wonderful existence even if men referred to her as a nympho. Myrna knew she was no nymphomaniac. Nymphos were constantly looking for someone to satisfy them. Myrna Enders was always satisfied. Just let a cock slip into her pussy and she began coming, and she kept on coming as long as the prong pounded away at her.
Stretching her long, nude body, she continued staring at it in the mirror. Where Laura was short, about four feet ten inches tall, she, Myrna, was five feet six. Where Laura had small, firm titties, she, Myrna, had large, melon-shaped breasts, and many a man had fed at them hungrily. The immense aureolae were pink, and the nipple centering each melon was dark pink. They were big nipples, and no man chewing on them wanted to stop. She had a flat belly, taut, with smooth flesh. Both she and Laura had milk-white skin. But there, all resemblance to one another ended.
Emotionally, Laura was as different from Myrna as she was physically different. Laura was on the prudish side. She'd dated often enough, but she'd confided to Myrna that she was still a virgin. Poor dummy! She didn't know what she was missing. If she saw a cock she'd probably faint.
On the other hand, Myrna was more prone to believe in the family legend than Laura. She was scared stiff their ghoulish ancestor might pick on her. Not that she wanted harm to come to her sister, but if somebody had to be pronged by the ghost, better Laura than herself.
Turning on the stall shower, Myrna adjusted the temperature until it suited her, then stepped inside. As she lathered her voluptuous body she thought of the evening ahead. Would the stars guide the right lover to her? She was a confirmed believer in astrology, numerology, biorhythm, and the tarot. She took all signs seriously, and wondered what sign she would receive that night.
After thoroughly washing her body down, taking especially good care to soap her twat with the shampoo designed not to cause hurt to mucous membranes, she rinsed herself and stepped out of the shower. Towelling her body briskly, making it glow a healthy red, she admired herself again in the full-length mirror after wiping the steam off. Oh some lucky guy was going to prong that fabulous body. At times like this, Myrna wished she was two people; one male and one female, so she could screw that luscious body herself.
In the room next to Myrna's, Essie Enders, Myrna's and Laura's mother, now the family matriarch, was getting ready to dress for dinner. Her husband, Ralph, was in a room at the other end of the hall. They made no pretense of living together anymore. Ever since Ralph had allowed himself to be seduced, more than twenty-two years before, Essie had no longer wanted anything to do with the man. Had she not just recently given birth to her twin daughters, she'd have divorced Ralph, taking a big fat alimony settlement with her. But her daughters deserved the Enders name and the right to inherit the Enders fortune when that worm of a husband passed away.
In many respects Essie was like Myrna. Just because she'd given up sleeping with her husband didn't mean she'd had to give up sex. She'd had more than one lover, and Ralph had probably known about them, but Ralph was a weakling and hadn't the guts to divorce her. She, not Ralph, was the head of the Enders family. And in spite of all of Ralph's pleading, she refused to have anything to do with him, physically, again.
She'd had no objection to his banging another woman. But he was found with a dead woman in his arms who eventually dissolved into dust. Her husband was a necrophile, a fucker of dead bodies. And the cock and bull story he'd tried to foist on her, filling her with stories of family curses! Hah! He was too much.
Essie was just past forty now, and still a damn good-looking woman. She was five feet two inches tall, taller than Laura but shorter than Myrna. Her hair was a rich brown, though the richness came from a bottle at the local beauty salon. She had medium sized breasts, once again larger than Laura's but smaller than Myrna's. Considering her age, they didn't hang badly at all. True, they didn't quite stand up the way they had when she'd first gotten married, but they didn't really sag, either.
She had a nice, slender waist, but the credit was due to her glands rather than her willpower. Everything she ate was immediately burned up. And she had a large set of swivel hips that made men stare after her wherever she walked.
Pulling a shiny blue dress over her head, she adjusted it, then zipped it up. She had to get downstairs and make sure the place settings were right for dinner.
Mickey, the son of her husband's brother, now dead more than ten years, was coming to dinner and bringing a friend. She loathed Mickey. He was uncouth and had only two things on his mind. The first thing was women, which in itself wasn't too bad, but Mickey was willing to accept any woman into his bed, which showed a definite lack of breeding, and the second thing his mind dwelt on was a way to get his hands on the Enders fortune. The way he'd had to grow that beard to give him a sense of security. Essie found it a bit amusing. She wondered what trick Mickey had planned for tonight, though she doubted if he'd be able to pull anything. Once the party began, at ten, he'd be just another mask in the crowd.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Although only recently risen from his long sleep, Sy Enders was unusually strong; strong with the strength of evil. With one quick motion he snapped the lock on the door of the vault. He wrenched the door squealingly inward and furtively stepped out. The throbbing in his crotch was increasing, and he knew he would go mad if he didn't find a pussy in which to bury his recently risen cock.
As he walked he looked behind him and noticed his feet left no imprint in the snow. And though the village lights cast long shadows of the surrounding tombstone, no shadow issued forth from him.
The groundskeeper had been lax in the Autumn, and now long weeds surrounded the mausoleum. But even these refused to crackle and bend beneath his unholy tread. He had no spoor of any kind.
The air around him was now motionless as the flakes continued their downward spiral. He was half amused to note each virgin snowflake seemed to have a mind of its own and avoided touching him as if he were contaminated.
The frigid night air, though no longer a heavy wind, was still a breathing whisper and blew through his clothes, fumigating them. He smoothed back his coarse grey hair with his fingers, then wrapped his large cape around his body and proceeded on his way.
An owl flapped its wings restlessly, hooting as it saw him. Its instinct warned it of the foulness facing it, and it noisily fluttered off into the night. He watched the bird retreat and almost smiled. Then the painful twitch in his groin reminded him what he needed. Turning, he strode purposefully through the macabre, somber graveyard toward the village.
Leaping the seven foot iron fence with complete ease, he walked along the frigid, deserted street. The throbbing cock in his pants made him walk faster. He needed relief. It was time to stop lollygagging. He needed a woman, and now.
As he crossed the street he saw the answer to his unholy prayer. She was short, with a red scarf covering her head and a heavy woolen coat wrapped tightly around her, but he could tell she was young. She carried bundles, coming from a huge store the like of which he'd never known while alive. It had the word SUPERMARKET in bold neon letters, though he didn't recognize the kind of lighting.
The whole world was new to him. As he followed his quarry through an otherwise deserted center of town he was amazed at how things had changed. The short, yellow, candlelit and gaslit streetlamps had given away to a bright silvery kind of lighting he didn't recognize or understand. They lit up the entire network of streets, boulevards, and avenues. He hadn't seen a single horse, but instead noted the few sleek vehicles parked at the curb. Far in the distance he saw one of the vehicles moving and wondered how it was possible for it to move without a horse pulling it. Store fronts now had large, single panes of glass, and one of them had the word PIZZERIA on it, which prompted him to think it was the name of the store owner.
He continued walking, stalking his unknowing quarry, and passed a theatre marquee. He didn't recognize any of the names of the players and wondered what kind of plays the theaters presented now.
The woman in front of him slipped and dropped one of the bundles she was carrying. It was time for him to be of service. He hurried up to where she was kneeling, trying to pick up her package, and towering over her, knelt, saying, "Permit me."
She looked up at him, terrified at first, then reacting to his smile by smiling back. She was young, all right. No more than twenty-two or twenty-three, if that old.
"Th ... thank you," she replied, her voice a soft whisper mingling with the sounds of the dying breezes.
The snowflakes were fewer now, drifting listlessly downward. A light breeze arose for a moment and toyed with them, causing them to spin dizzily. Then the breeze did and the snowflakes fell listlessly to the sidewalk.
He piled her groceries back into the bag and picked it up, taking the other bag from her, as well. She offered no resistance. Good. She would be an easy one to overcome. His throbbing dick was straining so strongly against his pants he feared it might tear right through them.
They walked for more than a half mile, finally coming to a street -lined with houses; houses that hadn't been here when he had lived.
"What is a lovely young thing like yourself doing out on so frigid a night," he asked.
"I work during the day," she replied. T have no time to shop so I have to shop at night."
"You work? What about your husband?"
"I have no husband. I live alone."
"Alone? How can one so young and attractive not already be married?"
"I ... don't like men. I'm afraid of them."
"But you aren't afraid of me, are you?" he asked, staring directly into her eyes.
"Yes," she nodded. "I am afraid of you."
'What is your name?"
"I'm Nora. Nora Evans."
"Is this your house?" he asked, referring to the clapboard house before which they had stopped. "Yes."
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, walking up to the front door, his eyes still riveted to hers.
"No."
"Why not?" he asked, as she took a key from her purse and unlocked the door.
"Because I know what will happen," she responded. "My mind can hear yours."
"And what will happen?" he asked, walking into the house with her.
He followed her into the kitchen and set the bundles down on the table. She turned on lights all along the way. It never occurred to him to marvel at the wonder of electricity.
"No," she begged piteously, while removing her scarf and coat. "Please don't."
"But I must, Nora," he told her, staring at her body.
She had a thin, almost scrawny neck, but that was her only bad feature. Her face was freckled, but was otherwise very pretty. She had dark brown, almost mousy hair, cut very short. And though she was on the thin side, he could see her breasts were very prominent.
"Now, Nora," he whispered, and his hand went to her throat, undoing the buttons of her pink blouse.
"Don't make me," she begged, following him as he walked into the bedroom.
It was a large bedroom. He didn't need light to see the single bed in the middle of the room, surrounded on both sides by night tables. He already had his opera cape undone and thrown off to the side across a chair. He noticed Nora's fingers faltering at the buttons on her blouse and said, "Continue, Nora."
The moment his eyes touched her, she resumed the removal of her blouse. She was in a helpless, hypnotic grip. She babbled, pleading for him to not do this thing, while at the same time removing first her blouse and then her bra.
The sight of those large mammaries bouncing out of her bra almost sent Sy into a frenzy. Large, soft white globes with delectably pink aureolae centered with blood-red nipples, nipples already enlarging as they seemed to feel his burning eyes on them.
"It isn't right," she wept, tears running from her eyes down her pouty cheeks.
"Who is to say the right or wrong of it?" he asked, removing his own clothes while his burning eyes remained focused on her ripe body. "I need a woman to soothe the burning in my groin. You must be that woman, Nora. It is an insatiable burning over which I have no control."
"I'm a virgin," she pleaded, removing her red skirt and then her white panty. She stood naked before him, letting his eyes savor her hips, her thighs, and the brown hair above her pink slit.
"Why is virginity such a prize?" he wanted to know. 'Will you visibly change after having lost a useless maidenhead? I need relief, and if taking your prized possession is the only way I can attain that relief, then so be it."
"There must be another way," she wept, her swollen breasts swinging from side to side as she backed away.
"There is," he nodded. "But you must do it willingly and not make me use my mind to control your actions. For if I cannot enjoy you, I shall use you as I see fit."
"What must I do?" she asked, sobs heaving in her chest causing her luscious tits to bounce.
"I am hung larger than most men," he answered. "Yet I seek total satisfaction. Were I to order you with my mind, you would lie down on the bed and I would plunge all seven inches of my shaft into your belly. I would disregard your cherry for my satiety is necessary. All seven inches must be taken in. You have begged me to spare that useless cherry, and so I shall, but you must take all seven inches of my cock into your mouth. You must use your lips, your tongue, and your teeth to bring me to the climax I so urgently need."
"In my mouth?" she gasped, causing those luscious tits of hers to jiggle.
"Either there, or in your cunt. The decision is yours."
"But how can my ... mouth hold such a long thing?"
"No matter how, you must do it. Make up your mind, now."
"All right," she nodded, "I'll suck it. But you have to help. I've never even dreamed of doing such a thing before. If I try, and then I back away, force me to do it physically. Not with your mind. Please, I can't stand seeing myself do these things as if I were willing."
He sat on the edge of the bed and she came around to his side. Kneeling in front of him, she was glad she'd left the lights off. True, she could feel his eyes on her, and she knew he could see her, but even with her eyes now accustomed to the dark, it was difficult to see.
His hands reached out and took her cheeks, drawing her close to the massive cock. She smelled nothing, but felt the cold of both his hands, and his prick. What kind of man was he?
Sy pointed the albino head at Nora's mouth, saying, "Don't think. Just suck."
His left hand now caressed the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to less than an inch away from his glans. He could feel her frenzied breath on it, and it made him all the more impatient.
She covered her teeth with her lips and clamped them together, tightly, terrified of the flesh pipe now that she was so close to it. Sy touched his cockhead to the tight lips. The searing cold of his monstrous cap penetrated her soft skin and made her whole body quake, yet his unrelenting hand grasped her neck, forcing her face against the prong.
"Open your, mouth," he whispered. "You'll love the taste once you feel the silky skin on your tongue."
A muffled series of "No's" came from the depths of her esophagus.
"You can be most contrary," he murmured, and put the thumb and middle finger of his right hand to her cheeks. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and the tender inner tissues of her mouth were forced against her teeth. She fought desperately to keep her mouth closed, but the intense pain forced her to grudgingly open up. He kept the pressure on her cheeks constant, keening her mouth agape while he forced her head down on his throbbing, pulsating dick. Her distorted pleas were cut off as his cold, white cap poked between her wet lips.
Tears flowed from her eyes when the entire enormous cockhead entered her mouth and pressed frigidly against the flat of her tongue. Now that his bulging, seething glans was in her mouth, he released his fingers from her cheeks, but she couldn't back off because his other hand, still firmly grasping the back of her neck, held her mouth firmly on his prong.
"It isn't that bad," he chastised as he slowly moved his blood-engorged muscle deeper into her mouth. Her salivary glands began to over-produce, and she was forced to swallow her flooding saliva or choke. The swallowing action pulled on Sy's prick, making it-swell as sparks leaped up and down his spine. He jerked up, sending his thick tool slamming into Nora's mouth, the tip of his cock jabbing into her pharynx. She tried to grab the hot meat with her hands to keep herself from choking, but Sy grabbed her hands and said, "You have to swallow all of it."
Silently sobbing, the tears falling from her cheeks onto Sy's pelvis, Nora swallowed again and took more of the throbbing cock into her mouth. It pushed into the back of her throat, and for a moment she was afraid she'd throw up, but the thought of her precious virginity being taken from her made her swallow again and the massive head inched its way into her tight gullet. Deeper the cock went until her soft lips pressed into his pelvis.
For all her fear, Nora realized through her sorrow that she now exercised a certain power over this man. His butt wiggled like that of any other human, and both his hands were pressing on her head, urging her to keep that icy cock in her throat, heating it up.
Suddenly she realized it wasn't the obnoxious disgusting thing she had believed it to be. She found the velvety texture of the pipe to her liking, and her tongue began pressing hard against the sensitive underside of the prod.
His belly began to twitch and his thighs started trembling as her mouth pulled all the way back to the head, then rammed itself down along the silken-textured cock. Now she brought one hand around and began to cup and caress his heavy balls; balls laden with sperm waiting for so long to ejaculate.
Nora suddenly understood how much pleasure she was giving, and in the giving she also received. She sucked strongly, her jaws pulling on the prick. Now her own body began to tremble, and she realized she was feeling the same desire he'd felt and was still feeling. A wave of wild anticipation raced through her as the cock filled her esophagus. His pelvic hair brushed her nose and she caressed the balls now with both hands, stroking, stroking, stroking.
The icy pecker pulsed and Nora let her teeth sink into Sy's pubic hair. And then she felt the liquid rage down her swallowing throat; hot liquid, boiling liquid, from a frigid dong. She fought for breath, understanding she burned with hunger for the white, gooey, burning fluid flooding her throat. It spurted from the jerking cock driven into the depths of her frantically constricting throat. Desperately she milked his balls, now wanting every last drop she could suck from them.
She chewed on the softening middle of the cock, and it instantly hardened, and now began pistoning her head up and down with fantastic rapidity. And Sy helped, lying back and thrusting his hips upward to meet her jackhammering mouth. The cock slipped with now-practiced ease into her throat, where her esophagus contracted on it, squeezing the glans, almost crushing it.
Both his hand were on the back of her head, trying to drive the cock even deeper. His fingers twined themselves in her short, brown hair, causing pain, but to Nora it was wonderful pain. She had him under her control, if only for a brief instant. Having tasted his slimy jism she wanted one more drink.
In his prong went, even deeper, reaching to the depths of her insides, almost as if trying to reach her cunt from that direction. And then the hot, gurgling liquid came sputtering out again; just a little at first, and then more and more, until he was flooding her mouth with it. She swallowed and swallowed, but no matter how much she swallowed he had more. Soon it filled her mouth to overflowing and he could see the white and grey liquid seep out the sides of her mouth.
Now his cock began to go limp, and Sy knew it would be awhile before it grew again. But that was all right. The ache in his groin was completely gone. In less than five hours he would meet with his descendant, and his cock would once again be rampant and ready to plunge. But Nora had done her work well, the pain was gone, and his nuts no longer throbbed.
Out of breath now, Sy looked at Nora, who was smiling, and said, "If I wanted to fuck you now you'd beg for it, wouldn't you."
"Maybe," she acknowledged. I'll admit I'm glad I did what I did. I no longer fear a man's penis, and so I no longer fear any man."
"Get dressed," he ordered, and she hesitantly did so.
He, too, dressed, saying, "You have a superb figure. Your tits are right for the mouth of any good, hungry man. Your cunt, though untouched, still fills with juice, and when the right man comes along, if you are wise, you will let him clean it out with his tongue."
"Why not your tongue?" she asked. "I did it for you. Surely, before you go, you can do it for me."
"Would I were able and had the time," he said to her. "But I must keep the rest of my stamina for the balance of the night."
"That's unfair," Nora protested.
"True," he acknowledged, "and because I like you so much and wish to see no harm befall you, I now command you to fall asleep."
And Nora sank onto the bed as if in a coma.
"Sleep until the morning," he commanded, "and when you wake, remember none of this."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"That was quite a meal," Alan Kal said to Laura. "Your mother is an excellent hostess."
"Tell it to mother," Laura responded as they mounted the stairs to the bedrooms. It was time to get into their costumes. The party would take place in the basement of the Enders mansion.
"I'm telling it to you. You can tell her," Kal retorted.
"Mother was quite taken with you."
"She's quite a woman. To look at her I'd never guess she was your mother. She looks very youthful."
"Don't let mother hear that or she'll be impossible to live with."
"You have quite a family here."
"Do you like them?"
"I dig your mother," he admitted as they stopped outside Laura's bedroom door. T think your sister's tough even if she's not my style, but I don't dig that wild-looking cousin of yours, Mickey."
"No one digs Mickey until they really get to know him."
"D'you dig him?"
"I never permitted myself to get to know him."
"Who's that kooky-looking character he brought here with him?"
"His partner in the service station he owns. Dick is harmless enough, even if he stared at Myrna all through the meal like she belonged on his plate."
"She looked right through him, like he wasn't even there."
"Myrna's that way. She never likes anything she can come by easily. But just let some man act hard to get, and she'll sneak into his bed before he realizes she's there."
"Your sister really likes her sex, huh?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"But you told me you were a virgin."
"I am. But one way or another that situation will be remedied tonight."
"One way or another?"
"If the family curse doesn't descend on me, I hope you will."
"Are you serious? I mean, are you telling me you want me to...."
"Don't behave like a dummy. We're both mature. We both know what we want. I knew it the moment I saw you, this morning. And when I saw the obvious way I'd affected you, I knew you'd be the one."
"Laura, I'm crazy about you. I know it sounds whacky, but I flipped out the second I saw you."
"Help me get through this night and well have a long time to get to know one another."
"Wow! I mean, like wow! I won't let you out of my sight."
"Wrong. Right now I'm going into my room to change. And you're going into your room to change. I'll meet you out here in twenty minutes, and we can go down to the party together. And from that point on you can keep me in sight."
"Every second, Laura. Every second."
They disappeared into their respective rooms as Mickey Enders and Dick Mario came up the stairs.
"Looks like we both got a fuckin' problem," Dick was saying to Mickey. "That fuckin' Myrna is some fuckin' piece, but she don't pay no fuckin' attention to me. And your other fuckin' cousin has that fuckin' private eye hangin' all over her. You'll never get into her."
"Once you put on your costume and mask, get your ass downstairs," Mickey instructed. "Don't let Myrna know it's you in that costume. This way, when she gets down to the party and first sees you, she'll think the two of you were fated for one another. And don't worry about Laura. I'll crack her cunt before the night's out."
"Hey, that fuckin' aunt of yours is some fuckin' piece. I wouldn't mind humpin' her."
"My uncle once told me she was a great cocksucker. I hear she still gets hers on the side."
"Speakin' of your fuckin' uncle, what happened to him? Where was he tonight?"
"One of the servants told me he decided to stay in his room. He doesn't like having anything to do with my aunt's parties, even if the party's to honor his two daughters. Come on, let's get into those dumb costumes, already."
Buttoning the last button of her Bo-Peep costume, Myrna Enders returned to behold herself in the bathroom mirror. She twirled around once and laughed gaily. She was the prettiest Bo-Peep she'd ever seen. Too bad she had to wear a mask and hide her loveliness. But at midnight she would unmask. By that time she'd have selected her bedroom companion. Lord but she could use one. It had been more than a week since she'd last been laid, and it wasn't healthy for the human body to abstain for so long.
Even with the mask on she had a stunning, mysterious aura about her. The men would flock to her, and she would gaily shake them off, just as she'd shaken off the eyes of that fool her cousin Mickey had brought for dinner.
The tight bodice made her huge titties look bigger than ever as they swelled above her tiny waist. And the flaring lower half of the pink dress failed to hide the fullness of her hips. Her long, lovely hair was in no way hidden by the bonnet.
Yes, tonight would be a grand night, provided it wasn't marred by the family ghoul. She hoped he'd remain locked in his grave. Neither she nor Laura deserved to have their party disrupted by a family curse. There would be more than a hundred people attending.
Myrna decided the smart thing to do would be to wait until everyone else was there, and make a grand entrance, herself. Yes, that was what she would do.
One thing Myrna liked about her sister was Laura's refusal to attempt to compete with her, no matter what she did.
In sports, Myrna was a tennis buff, so Laura had gone in for swimming. When it came to men, Laura liked short men while she, Myrna, went for the tall, dark, and handsome type.
Myrna's greatest competition had come from her own mother. Essie Enders had tits as hot as her taller daughter, and when she saw a male she liked, she let nothing get in the way of her temporary acquisition of said male. More than once she had taken a man away from her daughter, angering Myrna no end.
Wonder what kind of costume mother's wearing? Myrna thought of herself.
Had she known, she'd have burst a blood vessel. Essie Enders was also wearing a Bo-Peep costume, the same color as that of her daughter's, and where Myrna was wearing flat shoes, Essie was wearing three inch heels, making it all but impossible to tell her apart from her daughter once the masks were in place.
Essie hadn't planned on dressing like Myrna, but Myrna hadn't disclosed what costume she would be wearing until early that same morning, and by then it was too late for Essie to change. And having dressed in the costume immediately after dinner, she decided to hurry down to the basement and make certain everything was in order. Unlike Myrna, she detested grand entrances.
by being there ahead of almost everyone else, she had the opportunity to see the people as they came in, mentally picking out the one in which she was most interested. What she noted was the fact that married men were no less horny than singles, and they usually behaved as good as, if not better than their single counterparts once they were on a counterpane.
Opening her door, she peered out into the hallway. It was empty. Now was as good a time as any to hurry down to the basement ballroom. Taking her shepherdess's crook, she left her room and hurried down the stairs. Once on the main floor, she opened the door leading to the basement. All the guests would be coming in by way of another door from the outside.
Descending the second set of stairs, she found herself in the mansion's mammoth basement. Off to the right were a group of small rooms; a boiler room, a laundry room used by the servants, a game room, a walk-in freezer, and an extra kitchen where the servants prepared food for a party such as the one they were having this night.
Turning left, she passed through a doorway into the ballroom. The walls were covered with various pictures, ranging from Donald Duck to The Phantom Of The Opera, to Superman.
The room was a montage of brightly lit colors with red fluorescents bathing one corner, green lights in another corner, and amber bulbs lighting up a third corner. The fourth corner, where the band would be playing, was blacked out for the moment. The center of the room was crisscrossed with violet spotlights. Slung across the room, high above the heads of the incoming guests were the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINS.
Blue lights went on in the darkened corner and the band assumed its pace. It was a fifteen piece band, and they uncased their instruments and began playing.
Essie walked over to the long buffet table on the right side of the room and checked the sweetmeats, rice, stew, chow mein, shish kebab, and various other meats spread before the guests who were already pouring in from the outside door across the room.
Essie had ordered a box with masks be left by the door in case anyone arriving forgot to bring one. She was the perfect hostess.
Turning, she saw the tall, lanky man wearing the Little Tommy Tucker outfit. She hadn't seen him enter with the other guests, and with his mask on she had no way of knowing it was Dick Mario. But she liked the way he walked and decided to see if his acquaintance was worth cultivating.
As far as he was concerned, Dick Mario took one look at Essie Enders and decided she was Myrna. And she looked like wow. He was both surprised and overjoyed when she walked over, pushing aside other people who were now beginning to gather in great numbers, and started talking to him. And for what was probably the first time in his life, since he'd learned the word, Dick started forming sentences without saying "fuckin'."
This, more than anything else, was why Essie Enders didn't recognize him.
In less than twenty minutes the party was in full swing. When Alan Kal and Laura came down in the Raggedy costumes, they joined right into the full swing of things, dancing together, chatting with others, laughing, joking, and enjoying themselves. But both stayed in sight of one another. Aside from the fact that it was Kal's job to protect the Enders twins, he'd have died before letting something happen to Laura. When he saw Essie Enders across the room, he assumed she was Myrna because of the costume. He took advantage of a moment when Essie went to greet some guests to check on the long, lanky creep with her. All he had to do was speak to the man who, once he was no longer talking to Essie fell back to using "fuckin'." And so Alan Kal knew him.
As the minutes passed, both Kal and Laura drank champagne, toasting one another and getting high. But not once did he take his eye off Essie whom he thought was Myrna. Business before pleasure no matter how much he was anticipating being alone with Laura, later on.
Mickey came down to the party a little while later and looked around. He spotted Laura immediately. He also saw Alan Kal with her and decided something had to be done about the shrimp private eye first.
Mickey spotted Dick easily enough, and he, like Dick, was fooled into believing Essie was her daughter, Myrna. He was pleased things were going so well.
At the height of the merriment, Myrna made her entrance and was noticed by absolutely no one. This made her angry enough to sulk, and so instead of mixing with the fun lovers, she pushed her way across the room and sat on a chair near the entrance, all but out of sight.
It was Mickey who saw her seated alone, and still thinking Essie to be Myrna, walked over to the real Myrna, and in a deep tone introduced himself. Myrna, not knowing who he was, and in the various colored light in the room not noticing his goatee beneath his mask, allowed him to make conversation with her. She offered to dance with him, but he told her he'd hurt his foot, basically because he was a lousy dancer. As far as Mickey was concerned, it was an interesting way to pass the time. Soon enough he'd find a way to get Laura off by herself in a dark room, and then he'd crawl into her, making her think he was the family ghoul.
All different manner of costumes whirled by, some dancing, some walking. Voices filled everyone's ears, sounding like mechanical buzzsaws. Occasionally a laugh would knife through the vocal throb making Myrna wonder what had gone wrong. Why wasn't she the belle of the party, as she had planned.
After a while, Mickey excused himself and walked away, leaving Myrna by herself again. Grimly she sat there, refusing to run. It was her birthday, and she'd be damned if she'd let all these unthinking clods ruin it for her. She would sit there all night if necessary, and eventually someone would notice her, or she would find that someone with whom she would enjoy a magic charisma for the night. Sooner or later he would appear, whoever he was.
CHAPTER NINE
Hours had passed, and Sy Enders hadn't moved from the house of Nora Evans. With the passionate ache in his groin temporarily assuaged, he took time to examine the wonders of the present. He discovered the radio, the refrigerator, and eventually the television set.
This was truly a marvelous age. He was sincerely sorry he couldn't live in it.
As the hands of the kitchen clock approached midnight, Sy rose from the chair where he had been sitting. He was being drawn toward her; his descendant, the one he would rob of her immortality.
Fully dressed again, his large opera cape over his shoulders, he paused in the doorway of the darkened bedroom and whispered, "Poor Nora. To have discovered the true meaning of life and then to have to forget it. Yet it must be so, for you must also forget me. Goodbye, Nora. I hope you find the man able to reawaken the pleasure within you."
Turning, Sy left the room and walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. The frigid night affair didn't affect him at all. He felt nothing. His legs walked on top of the soft snOw without making indentations.
He felt himself being drawn to a specific place, now. Yes, he was moving toward Enders mansion, the place he had once called home. It stood high on a hill in the center of the resident section of Endersville. Like a castle it stood limned against the black midnight sky, all its windows like yellow, blazing eyes.
He moved easily, almost floating, himself not knowing how he accomplished such speed and facility. In minutes he had covered ground an ordinary person might traverse in a half hour.
His destination reached, he felt the tug pulling him closer and closer. He descended the steps, recalling vividly how they had looked when he had been alive and master of the mansion. People in all sorts of costumes crowded around the doorway through which he finally passed, into the immense family ballroom alive with activity.
Noticing the box of masks near the doorway he paused and selected one that covered all of his face but for his mouth. Slipping it on, he continued into the room.
People of all sizes and shapes, with all kinds of voices, filled the room, smoking, eating and drinking in a raucous, uncouth manner he would never have tolerated had he still been master. The tug within him was stronger now, serving only to increase a growing appetite.
Through the haze and colors he began searching. She was here, somewhere. Masks hid faces, but they couldn't hide the inner being, it was to this inner being his own body was attuned.
She had to be just right for him. He could sleep with every other female member of the household, and still, if it wasn't the right one, the curse would not be fulfilled. And he instinctively knew he was being drawn to that right woman; that right cunt.
She was here, all right, in this very room. He felt her presence as it radiated above the gauche personalities of all the others. All these others were now alien to him. He concentrated on seeking out the only one.
Crossing the dance floor he seemed to move more rhythmically than the dancers, avoiding contact with the gaily costumed couples winding their way around and around to the tune of an old-fashioned waltz. He was moving the wrong way.
Reversing his direction, he headed back toward the doorway, and once more almost passed her by. He stopped, turned, and felt the magnetic pull.
Now he saw her, wearing the Bo-Peep costume, seated by herself, sulking and brooding. He could sense what she was thinking and feeling, and smiled. Alone, frustrated, and miserable, she was in the perfect frame of mind to receive him. But then this was as it had to be. Her existence had been meaningless until this moment. Just as most people exist for the sole purpose of procreation, so she existed for the continuance of the family curse. It was his turn to pass it on, and she would be the recipient. He stared at her, willing her to look at him, and she raised her eyes.
Myrna had been sitting there for more than an hour. Seeing Sy, she thought he was the same man she had spoken with earlier, and at first paid little attention to him. Now, suddenly, something seemed to be drawing her. She felt the mesmeric pull.
An eternity had passed with no one paying attention to her, and now he was here. She would convince this man to give her what her body needed: a good, long fuck.
The blaring of the band on the dais had receded from an explosion to a dull rhythmic thud as they switched from one tune to another. She had been ready to capitulate and leave. Inside she had felt heartsick. Then his hand was holding hers, and his voice said, "Honor me with this dance."
It wasn't a request, but rather a command. One which she knew she would obey.
Myrna continued looking up at the owner of the almost nasal voice that had addressed her. He was of great height, unusually thin, and his flesh around the edges of the mask was exceedingly pale. His white hair was sparse enough, but he wasn't an old man, or even middle aged. No, he was young. Certainly no older than thirty. He was dressed in a formal suit used in the early nineteen hundreds, cape and all.
Through the black mask, his eyes fascinated her. She couldn't take her gaze from them as she rose and automatically allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.
Silently they glided across the floor, swaying in time to the music. Though they swirled madly about, they touched no one. This was her first ballroom dance outside of a dancing classroom, and it was everything a first dance should be. She felt as if she were floating on the wind. The world flashed by, around and around.
His arms were strong and reassuring. It was as if she were living one of her dreams. Time stood still, and he pulled her more and more tightly to him.
All this time his gaze held hers. She found it impossible to look away, never noticing the iciness of his hands. And deep inside her, a warm glow began to form and enlarge.
No words had passed between them since he'd first spoken, yet she knew she was his, to do with as he pleased. His eyes had spoken and hers had responded.
This was what she had been waiting for all night, and now she was determined to savor every bit of it. Deep down she prayed the rest of the night would be as she wanted it, as she now knew he wanted it.
While Myrna continued whirling on the dance floor with Sy, Essie, her mother, who had been across the room and dancing with Dick Mario for some time, felt his hard-on press through his pants against her as she'd been feeling it all the while they'd been dancing. She was easy to arouse, and the knowledge of what was pressing against her determined her to do something about it. The party would continue uninterrupted until nearly dawn, and she couldn't control herself that long.
"Let's go upstairs," she whispered in Dick's ear, and he, getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment, was more than willing to follow her through the throng.
Pushing their way to the stairs, they quickly mounted them, though not before Alan Kal had seen them. Still thinking Essie was Myrna, he whispered to Laura, "Your sister is leaving the party. I think we'd better keep a close eye on her."
Laura nodded, and the two of them followed after Dick and Essie. Neither of them noticed the eyes of Mickey Enders who, seeing them go upstairs, decided this was his chance to grab Laura.
In his pocket, Mickey carried a blackjack. He usually kept it at the service station to discourage any would-be robbers, but having anticipated the possibility of trouble, he had brought it with him. Now, as he followed Laura and Alan Kal up the stairs, his fingers closed around the firm leather strap attached to the heavy piece of lead in his pocket. One good whack and the short guy would be sleeping until dawn, at least.
It was Dick Mario whose burning cock needed the most fulfillment. He hadn't gotten laid in more than three days, and now, with the well-stacked piece of ass leading him up to the bedrooms, he felt himself almost unable to contain his gonads. He still had no idea he was with Essie Enders, Myrna's mother, and had he known it probably wouldn't have made the least little bit of difference to him. The mercury in his thermometer had reached the top and was all set to boil over. All he knew was, the chick he was with had nice big tits, a firm round ass which he'd managed to grab on the way up, and a hot, wet box. Now he was set to prong that box, and God help any fuckin' guy who got in his fuckin' way. He'd knock the fuckin' shit outta him.
Reaching the top floor of the mansion, Essie led Dick straight into her room, shutting the door. Alan Kal and Laura reached the top of the stairs a moment after the door had closed, and since Essie's room was right next to that of Myrna's, Laura assumed the door she'd heard shut was Myrna's.
"As long as she's with that Dick your sister should be all right," Kal said to Laura. "Now, while we're up here, suppose we make a little hay. I mean, well never be missed at the party. It's a wild thing, and almost no one seems to recognize anyone else, anyway. It's just as well we get away from there. It's already past midnight."
Laura, her body having yearned for Alan Kal from the first moment she'd seen him, decided it was time to stop playing games. She'd kept her virginity by putting off one suitor after another, and in doing so had missed out on so much of the pleasure she knew Myrna was enjoying. It was no longer a time when a girl kept her body untouched for the one man who would marry her.
After all, men played around right and left before getting married. So, now, did most women. Any woman still a virgin past her twenty-first birthday was looked on as someone either frigid or foolish. Well Laura was neither frigid nor foolish. The time had come for her to lose that troublesome cherry, and she might as well give it to a man for whom she cared.
"Come on," she agreed, and led Kal across the hall and into her room.
A moment after Kal shut the door, Mickey Enders reached the top of the stairs. Never having lived in Enders mansion, he didn't know which room belonged to which person. So he decided to use the time-honored method of eavesdropping outside each door until he found the right one. One thing he knew for sure was each room shared a bathroom with the room next to it, so once he was able to determine which room contained Kal and Laura, he would slip into the adjoining room, then enter their room via the bathroom, and put the blackjack to use on Kal's head.
Crossing the hall, Mickey went to the nearest door, which happened to be Essie Enders' room. He pressed his ear to the door and heard voices, and was convinced it was Kal and Laura. Now it was time to put his plan into action.
In Essie's room, Dick Mario was already on the bed with Essie. They had left the room dark, and Dick was barely able to contain himself. Both had decided to keep their masks on. It would be more mysterious and romantic as far as Essie was concerned if she never really knew who her real lover was.
His large hands were all over her bodice, their palms pressing the nipples of her tits back into the soft flesh from which they emanated. His mouth covered hers, and his tongue lashed into her mouth, fighting with her tongue; a wet, slippery opponent.
"Do it right," she whispered. "Take your clothes off, first."
Feeling himself a little sweaty, Dick nodded, answering. "I'll take them off in the bathroom and be right back." He wanted to wash some of the perspiration off his body.
Rising, he left her to remove her own costume as he went to the bathroom. Entering the darkened room, his hand reached for the lightswitch but never made it. Mickey, his eyes already accustomed to the dark, had seen Dick's outline, himself having entered the bathroom only moments before from Myrna's room, and without rationalizing that Dick was too tall to be Alan Kal, walloped him once on the skull, then caught him before his body thudded to the tile floor. Silently he slipped Dick into the bathtub, mentally wishing him a good sleep.
Time to get into that Laura, he thought, and dropped his own clothing on the bathroom floor. Opening the door to Essie's bedroom, he entered, then shut the door behind him and groped his way to the bed. He found it with little difficulty, then let his hands roam across the bed until he touched Essie's leg. It was smooth, shaven leg, and felt soft to the touch. How could he know he was with his uncle's wife, and not with Cousin Laura?
As his hands rose higher, he heard her shuddering intake of breath. She was unaware of who he was, which might be just as well. Instead of screaming out that he was the one who had come to inflict, the curse on her, and have her struggle and perhaps scream, he'd let her think he was the jerk asleep in the bathroom. Hell, it was dark. She would never know the difference.
He let his tongue run up her body, caressing her soft, hot, hungry flesh. When he reached the valley between her tits he stopped and detoured first to the right, then to the left, sucking on each distended nipple, one by one, chewing a little and making them swell to their full length. She was in heat, all right. He could smell sex exuding from every pore of her skin. Hell! This was going to be a lot easier than he thought. She was really ripe for it. He wanted to take his time, tease her to full heat, then ram his cock into what he believed to be her virgin pussy. But she was impatient and threw him down on the bed, taking the above position. She wanted to be in control. Mickey was willing, just as long as she made him shoot.
Her tits were directly above his face, those full, ripe, swollen tits. She then lowered herself until one rock-hard nipple brushed across his mouth. Moving herself from side to side, she made the tiny shaft of her nipple rub across his lips until darts of electricity sparked through her breast. When the sensation became too intense, she shifted sideways and brought the other passionengorged nipple to his lips.
Now the sensations were beginning to spread further into her being. She pushed down harder against Mickey, forcing his mouth to open wider and accept the whole, huge tit. She kept on stuffing it in until she felt his teeth touching bottom. She felt another sensation, but was unaware of what it was. Actually, it was Mickey's beard rubbing against her body, sending even more bolts of lightning through her. But not having seen a beard on her escort of the evening, it never occurred to her she was feeling one now.
The back of Mickey's throat gulped against the nipple touching it, and Essie caught her breath in a wave of delight. It made her shudder to think she had such a masterful man with her.
This was the time and the place to let her fantasies come to life. Masterful as he was, the man was not the real seducer; she was. As far as she was concerned this masterful lover was really a well-equipped, adaptable sex machine, now available solely for her pleasure.
She pulled her tit from his gasping mouth and moved herself forward a little at a time, feeling his talented tongue and lips move across the plane of her belly with an incredible series of sucking kisses and tantalizing warm, wet lunges against her flesh.
Further and further she drew herself along his prone body, smelling the heat coming from it. It aroused her to greater feeling and she pulled herself along faster, eager for his mouth to suck on her soaking cunt. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.
His hands came up around her solid thighs and finally grasped the full round curve of her tantalizing ass. As she rode her twat up against his face, he pressed her snatch into his face while his tongue lapped.
The sensation was unbelievable. This wasn't the usual stiff cock she'd occasionally feel pistoning in and out of her. It was a thousand, vibrating, fiery fingers, a churning sea expending its hurricane of uncontrollable forces, a volcano of rocketing fire. She could no longer tell where her own flesh ended and his began. His teeth bit into the hair of her pussy and he almost exploded, feeling it curl between his teeth. God! God! What a great-tasting cunt. What a fabulous box. It smelled good, and tasted even better.
Essie felt something smooth and hard brush against her face, and realized his hard, distended prick was before her with its tightly drawn up sac beneath. Her tongue flicked out to take a first, tentative taste of the cock as she had so often tasted cock before, and now it tasted better, not because it was better but because it was happening now, at this moment. She used her hands to fondle the steel-toughness of the shaft and to steady it so she could completely surround the head with her mouth. Slowly her lips slid down the stiff poker, swallowing more and more of it until her lips rested on his balls. As though a great electrical circuit had been completed, Mickey's tongue moved into the void of her hot, twitching twat, lapping at the juices he was causing to pour out of her.
Essie sucked on the shaft, chewing on the head, nibbling on the base, then let the prong slide out up to the corona, at which point down she went again, engulfing it all. Her head began to thunder up and down, her lips making loud, sucking sounds as her fingers titillated his balls, pressing the delicate nerves where his scrotum met his body. All the time her tongue kept moving around, inflaming his stiff joint all the more. And for every sucking move she made, he countered with a tongue-dip into her burning box. His beard tickled her clitoris, driving her into frenzied ecstasy. Her climax was fast approaching, and the closer it came, the harder she pressed her cunt into his face. It was almost a contest, and Essie both won and lost the contest, because she came long before he, and now the movement of his tongue in her twat became an annoying tickle.
Mickey felt the way her cunt contracted around his tongue and knew she had come. She was sucking in a very half-hearted way now, which wasn't doing him much good. He needed to feel good.
Yanking his burning prick from her mouth, he toppled her onto the bed and rose to his feet. Before Essie could quite understand what was happening, she was on her knees on the bed, her ass facing the standing Mickey, who, pressing his swollen cock to the puckered brown asshole, grabbed her thighs and began pulling her while pushing himself.
"No," she whispered. "Not that. I can't stand that."
Tough, he thought. You came, which means your virgin-tight pussy is even tighter than your asshole right now. And I have a load to drop.
Despite her whispered protestations, he pushed his fat cock forward and the head began parting the tight hole. Her sphincter attempted to resist, but Mickey was in no mood for playing around. He rammed his prong harder and it penetrated, parting the sphincter. He pushed again, feeling the ring of flesh fight his cock, trying to push it out. With an iron grip on her thighs, he yanked her to him while ramming his prick forward once again, and it slammed into her ass. The sphincter, which had been fighting his dick, now began sucking it in, and the tightness surrounding the cock only goaded him into shoving it in further. He rammed it into her ass up to the hilt, then began powering it back and forth, glorying in the way it contracted around his cock, squeezing it, crushing it, voraciously trying to drain it. The asshole opened a bit, adjusting to the swollen cock, but it still gripped it tightly, and Mickey speeded up his fucking.
The sensation became a bit too much for him, rising like searing lava in a volcano rushes to the top, and then he came. It was a maelstrom ripping down the sky, flooding the earth above the highest mountains, reaching to the very depths of Essie as it made Mickey feel turned inside out. He felt flung across the far reaches of eternity for a moment, after which he rocketed right back, slowly, through the eons of time, back to the knowledge he had achieved a fantastic fulfillment. Hell! He'd be damned if he'd leave her, now. It would stay dark for more than five hours yet, and he intended juicing this broad every which way, including ramming his cock into what he believed was her virgin pussy.
Even when he eventually would get his cock into her cunt, it would never occur to Mickey he was not in untouched territory. He would be fucking away on Cloud 9, dry-shooting by the time he pumped her pussy, not really caring because he would be feeling good, and that was all that counted.
The thought of Abby Barnett crossed his mind for a moment, but then he let it fade out. Somehow, in some way, he'd get it up again for Abby. And if he tired, he might, he just might let Dick in on her, afrer all. Mickey hoped Dick was enjoying himself, too.
CHAPTER TEN
Kal would have been willing to make it with Laura in the dark, but she nixed the idea.
"This is my first time," she whispered into his ear after turning on the light. "I want to be able to see everything. I want to see us fit together. I have a dresser mirror that actually oversees the bed. We'll be able to watch ourselves the whole time."
The idea excited Alan Kal all the more. To be able to look at her marvelous body while fucking her was more than he'd hoped for.
Neither of them recalled undressing, but they stood there, facing one another, totally naked, and Kal had the opportunity to look at the nicest, firmest body he'd ever seen. Her breasts were small, but round, with tiny pointed nipples. Her aureolae were a soft brown, and he couldn't help but note that he'd be able to fit each whole tit in his mouth with room to spare.
by unspoken mutual consent they pulled back the covers of Laura's bed and slid underneath.
Laura's arms and legs immediately surrounded him. Her soft, pliable body seemed to stick like clay, warming him, enveloping him, almost devouring him as she pulled him against her. He could feel the soft hairs of her cunt rubbing against his belly, as the moisture seeping from her crack spread itself on his skin. God, but it was a great feeling. Kal felt as if he were sinking into quicksand. Laura's firm thighs clamped on Kal's hips, her hands pressed on back, and her fingertips made sparks shoot through him.
Her tight slit sank lower until it rubbed against the head of his cock. He wanted to use his hands, knowing she was a virgin and realizing it would be difficult enough penetrating her this first time. But Laura refused to let him move his hands and rolled him over so that she now hovered above him. She leaned forward, putting all her weight on her hands, lifting her body above his and letting his cock ease into her crack. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slid down and stiffened as his cockhead actually poked itself into her opening. It hurt, but, damn it all, it had to be done.
Throwing all her weight on her right hand, she used the fingers of her left hand to spread her pussylips, actually pushing his knob into her cunt, and before she could think about it, she rammed herself down on it, forcing it all the way up her hole.
She tried to scream, but as she came down her breath was knocked out of her, and Kal's clinging arms held her close to him. He was thrashing about like a marlin hooked on a two hundred pound line. He was going crazy because the hot, tight pussy leeching on his cock left absolutely no airspace. It gripped his prong like a sucker, mingling his juices with hers. He wriggled and squirmed, locked in an embrace both endearing and almost suffocating. Her arms were around, Kal's torso now, and she'd hooked her ankles behind his to get greater leverage. She had Kal bound so tightly to herself, actual movement on the part of either one was all but impossible. Laura had to lay there and let the pain subside, and yet she also squirmed, because behind that pain was another feeling; a more important feeling; a feeling that was growing stronger with every squirm. It was a feeling she'd never known. It was her first orgasm, and unlike most women, she didn't have to learn it. She, like Kal, was coming by it automatically, as it swept over her, a huge tidal wave of feeling. Her spread-lipped cunt felt like the middle of the universe.
She lay there on top of him for what seemed like an eternity before realizing his poker was still inside her, and still at full mast. Her pussy no longer ached, and the good feeling she'd felt only moments before was beginning to grow again.
Now Laura raised herself up and began moving. Her twists and turns made Kal's body respond in a corresponding manner as his mouth now sucked on her small, firm tits and his cock, still unable to move in any circular way, pounded up into her hungry cunt.
Boiling lava streamed through his blood vessels, and searing fire filled his lungs. Burning oil seemed to seep from every pore as she lowered herself on his staff again, making him feel the quicksand was hovering above him again, trying to draw him up and into it. It seemed to fill his nose, his eyes, and his mouth, until he was certain her body would suffocate him. Yet if it were so, he wanted to die. All his flesh blazed as he felt himself totally overwhelmed by her cannibal-like snatch.
Laura molded herself to Kal, becoming one with him again, thinking his thoughts, seeing through his eyes, inhaling the mingled scents of their unified bodies, tasting his body as he tasted hers.
They were a single being, now, flowing into themselves so completely there was no longer any sense of a second being. They were him, they were her. She was Kal and he was Laura.
She felt his cock ream her canal as if it was attached to her and poking into him. It was her cock, just as her cunt was now his. Her tits, though in his mouth, were his tits, just as his balls, his sensitive balls belonged to her.
Grabbing him by his long hair, she pulled his head back and planted her mouth on his. It wasn't fair for him to taste her without her tasting him. Her tongue sucked on his, and she could feel that cock swell inside her.
"Fuck me," she murmured into his mouth. "Fuck me again and again. I want to be fucked, feeling your cock in my belly. Fuck and keep on fucking. Don't stop."
Stop? Was she crazy? Hell, he intended fucking like this until the world came to an end.
Pleasure, pure pleasure, total, thorough pleasure swelled inside both of them, blossoming like a sunflower, bursting in every direction at once, exploding in a blast of brilliant solar energy. It roared, screamed, howled, continuing to grow louder and louder. Sight, sound, smell, feeling, and taste were at their optimum, and promised even greater sensation. But once the top had been reached, there was nowhere to go but down.
Laura had come a second time, luxuriating in the rhythm of his thundering cock, and now she heard him murmur between gritted teeth, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."
His seed, his sperm, was about to leave his body and enter hers. She had to taste it, to know what his cream was like. Just as his cock swelled to its utmost, she leaped up and off, and came down surrounding the entire penis with her soft lips; her tongue sucking away lustily, feeling the tube at the underside of his prick fill with come and then empty into her waiting mouth.
Hot, blazing liquid filled her mouth, and gulped it down her throat quickly, for more followed and she wanted it all. Some escaped and stuck to her lips, but she would lick that into her mouth later. She gulped and gulped, wondering where all the liquid was coming from, not really caring for she felt she could go on drinking his liquid all night.
His tight, red balls pressed against his body, and because his cock was wilting, Laura was able to lick his balls. She let her tongue roam over the hairy, wrinkled sac, the tip of her tongue seeking out every crevice.
Kal lay there, letting her seemingly pull his very life out through his cock, but even as she sucked he knew he wasn't finished with her; not by a long shot. This was no Linda, where two orgasms and he'd had it. Oh no. He was going to prong her all through the night. She was special. She was the only girl to make him feel like he was more than he really was.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt her lips pull away from him, and without thinking, pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. He wanted to know the taste of himself inside her wonderful mouth, but he was too late. She had swallowed everything, including the little bit on her lips.
Now, though their bodies pressed against one another, their souls were finally able to separate, peeling away from one another and regaining their separate identities, as once again they became two separate and distinct beings. As their heated blood began to cool, they relaxed into each other, resting for the moment, preparing for the battle they would face very shortly with one another.
"I can't leave you like this," he whispered.
"I know," she replied, her fingers touching her recently used cunt, feeling a little soreness and a lot of pleasure.
It had been every bit as good as she'd imagined it might be. And when one found a man like this, one didn't pay him off and thank him for a job well done. True, she wondered what it would be like to feel other cocks, but not just yet. Right now there was a magic between herself and Alan Kal, and if the magic remained, so much the better. If not, she had plenty of time in which to find out.
Now, at last, she knew the wonderful feeling her sister had talked about, and wondered if Myrna was enjoying herself, too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Myrna was indeed enjoying herself, completely unaware she was with the one man she feared most. Being with him swept all other thoughts from her mind. He was too good to be true, as far as she was concerned, and in a way she was right.
The party had raged on about them, and for two hours they had remained on the dance floor, dancing every dance as if it had been meant to be danced together. She was aching to have him suggest they go upstairs together, but hadn't the courage to say it herself.
It was two o'clock in the morning when he suggested they leave the party, go out and get some fresh air. Myrna welcomed the idea, and the two of them made their way to the stairs and climbed to the main floor, together. There, they went to the closet near the front entrance where Myrna got her boots and her coat. He helped her on with them, wrapping a light scarf around her head.
Together, they stepped out onto the chilling new day. The air was crisp and deliciously cold as it reddened her cheeks. Her breath vapored forth and disappeared into the darkness. The black clouds overhead had completely disappeared, running, it seemed, from the onslaught of a million starpointed stalactites.
They had removed their masks, but Myrna had no idea who he was. He wasn't at all bad-looking, but then she felt he wasn't quite the greek god she had imagined, either. But what did looks matter? What counted was the way he had made her feel.
His arm was around her waist as they descended the steps and walked down the hill. They paused beneath a streetlamp and she shivered. He detached his opera cape and wrapped it around her. Once separated from his vile body, the cape was like any other and served to keep out the chill.
"Who are you?" she finally asked, almost managing to slip out of the mental grip he had on her.
"Does it matter?" he replied with a question of his own. "Would it serve to strengthen the bond between us if you knew? Would you want me any less?"
"How do you know I want you?"
"Because you're a warm, wonderful woman with human emotions, and can't help wanting me. I know. I, too, was so affected."
Myrna thought he meant she was the one affecting him. It made her feel good to think that though he had power over her, she seemed to have power over him, as well.
"How long will you stay?" she wanted to know.
"For as long as necessary."
"That could be forever."
He smiled at that, then said, "Perhaps it will be."
He embraced her, then kissed her. The fervency of the kiss, plus the fully grown warm glow within her effectively hid the chill of his lips. Her head swam and she yielded herself completely to the kiss. She had longed for this moment from the instant he had first touched her.
"More," she begged, when their lips parted.
"Not here," he answered. "That which is ours must be ours alone. I won't share it with the rest of the world."
They continued walking arm in arm, the long, black cape almost trailing on the ground as it enclosed her. An onlooker would have been astonished to see only one set of prints-those made by Myrna's boots.
Coming about, they climbed the hill again and returned to the mansion. He helped her off with her boots and hung her coat in the closet, throwing his own cape over his arm. Then they climbed the flight of stairs leading to the upper floor.
Alone in the hallway, outside the door to Myrna's room, he kissed her again and she sighed, feeling his kiss pulsate through her body all the way down to her seeping slot.
She opened the door and entered the apartment with him behind her. There was little need for words, now. She was going to get good and fucked, and she could hardly wait.
She switched on the light, watching him sit on the edge of her bed as she removed her bonnet and placed it in the closet with her shepherdess's crook. Then she returned to him, silently imploring him for another kiss. He responded, pulling her into his lap. As their lips burned against each other, his hand crept to her bodice and deftly undid the buttons.
They separated for a moment, and she rose, pulling the dress over her head. Habit made her put it on a hanger and hang it up in the closet.
The flaring bottom of the Bo-Peep dress had made any girdle-wearing unnecessary, and its many petticoats precluded the need for a half slip. Thus she stood before him in only a light bra and panty.
Sy's eyes devoured Myrna's rich, lush body, and the once-assuaged hunger now grew within him again.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Let's fuck."
"We will," was all he said, and bent to kiss her again.
"I can't understand anything that's happened tonight," she told him, tearing her lips from his. "This is my birthday. Usually everybody flocks around me, admiring me, letting me take my choice of any man I want. But tonight things have been different. For some reason everyone but you seem to ignore me. Why?"
"Because tonight you were meant for me alone," he told her quite truthfully, knowing she'd never believe him.
"Oh sure," she laughed, confirming his belief. "Would you rather I leave?" he asked, almost maliciously.
"No. Oh God, no! All I did was ask the why of all that's happened."
"I don't know why. All I know was my instincts made me seek you out. I know it could be no one else. Tonight, now, I'm going to take you to bed to fulfill...."
"Me," she finished. "Fulfill me. It's my birthday. Call it a birthday present if you will. But I must feel your stiff prick in me. And to get it, I'm willing to grant anything you wish."
"By letting me fuck you, you will grant me everything I wish," he told her, and Myrna felt flattered, not understanding his true meaning in any way.
Once more he gathered her to him. His lips were everywhere. Drifting across her forehead, cooling her fevered eyelids, brushing her cheeks and bruising her own lips.
Once again she pulled away from him, standing and unsnapping her bra, letting it fall. Her huge tits came tumbling out like two volley balls, proudly thrusting themselves forward. Then she stepped out of her panty, letting him see the dark bush at her apex.
In the short time she had taken to remove her underthings he had somehow disrobed completely. His body was a pale white and looked even whiter when contrasted to his black clothing, now in a heap on the floor.
As he sat on the bed, she took a moment to study his lean figure. He had small nipples, almost black against his white flesh, and so unlike her large, swollen protrusions. He had almost no hips at all, just the opposite of her swollen thighs, haunches so round any man looking at them would salivate as, indeed, Sy was doing now.
His want for her was evident. He had a firm, straight, thick cock, and as he sat there it seemed pointed directly at her.
Phalluses fascinated Myrna. She had seen so many in her short life, and each one looked different from all the others. And this prick looked as different from the others as they had seemed different from each other. She approached it with longing, knowing it had no mind of its own and therefore was incapable of fucking her without his willing it. Reaching down with her hand, she cautiously touched it with her fingertips. It responded ever so slightly, but she wondered why it was so cold. Even the lubrication seeping from the eye-like slit in its head was cold to the touch.
He raised her and sat her on his lap, letting his prong rest against her slippery labia, leaking the love juice her body was manufacturing. They kissed, their tongues intertwining and her nails dug into his flesh, raking bloodless lines across his back. Her teeth sank into his lower lip, almost tearing it, but he made no outcry.
His mouth broke free of hers and descended to her tits; first the right one then the left. Her nipples, already elongated, seemed to swell even more, standing out like the pink noses of puppies. He kissed them over and over, teasing one and then the other. And with each kiss she felt a tiny, shocking tingle shudder through her; a cold, shocking tingle.
Then she felt his hand smoothe its way below her belly coming to rest on the hairy curls above her box. Delicious shivers chased each other through her entire being.
Slowly she parted her legs, permitting his fingers on her extended clitoris. Delightful chills rained through her as his palm pressed itself against the button, rubbing it. She squirmed beneath his pleasurable hand, trying to increase the sensations.
His middle finger parted her labia, rubbing against them, making them secrete more of the sticky-albeit slippery-juices in her cunt. Then his middle finger poked its way past both sets of labia, entering her twat. Her thighs tightened, crushing his hand between them.
"Don't stop now," she told him when he eased the pressure a bit. Pleasure and more pleasure was emblazoning its way through her vagina, spreading to the rest of her.
Finally she parted her thighs, permitting him to withdraw his hand. He stood, tumbling her off his lap and onto the floor. He stepped around her, standing on a long runner leading from the bathroom door, past her bed, to the window.
"Tuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me now or I'll go crazy."
"A moment more," he replied. "It's too hot in here for me. I need air, and then I'll do you until you beg me to stop."
Myrna smiled, knowing such a time would never come. She wondered if he was half as good as he was boasting to be.
In the bathroom, still lying in the tub, Dick Mario was waking up. Mickey's conk hadn't been quite as good as he'd thought. And though Dick wasn't aware of who conked him, he did see the clothes lying on the bathroom floor and didn't have to guess.
"Fuckin bastard," he mumbled. "Invites me here to get laid, then uses me to set his fuckin' cousin up for him. I'll fix his fuckin' ass."
Seeing the light from beneath the door leading to Myrna's room, he automatically assumed Mickey was in there with Myrna. He couldn't remember from which door he had originally entered the bathroom, anyway.
Dick decided he was going to wallop Mickey, throw him in the bathtub, then fuck Myrna as he'd planned all along. So opening the door leading to Myrna's room, he peered in and saw the naked Sy opening the window. Thinking it was Mickey, he stepped into the room as the window opened, then grabbed the runner and yanked. Sy went tumbling out the window, headfirst.
The fall would have killed any ordinary man. Sy, however, was already dead so it couldn't kill him. But it did scramble his brains for a while, and he lay there, stark naked, barely on the borderline of consciousness.
Up in Myrna's room, the girl was frightened out of her wits, and she ran to the door. But Dick had cut her off, slamming her in the face and throwing her back on the bed.
"I was the one supposed t'fuck you, and I'm gonna fuck you," he snapped. "You lay there nice and quiet, or I'll punch your fuckin' face in."
Myrna froze in fear, watching Dick all but tear his costume off. Before the terrified girl could move, Dick had flung himself on top of her. She tried wriggling free of him, but he held her too tightly in his grip. His teeth nipped at the swollen nipples Sy had only recently kissed himself.
He shoved his hand between her thighs, frictioning her sopping pussylips. Her already aroused passion began to soar higher, and though she didn't want it from this man, she realized she was so hot, she had to have someone's cock. And to all appearances the other man was dead. She'd let him cool the fires in her quivering quim, and when the time came, she'd get away, call the police, and have him arrested for both murder and rape.
Dick was aware of Myrna's mental and physical anguish, but he just didn't give a damn. He stepped up his friction on her pussy, preparing for his initial plunge. He wanted the hole as slippery as possible. He had a big joint and he wanted to make sure it went in.
Myrna's legs began to part under his forceful rubbing, and he spread her juicy pink lips with his fingers. Her ass twitched as he inserted his fingers between the soft inner labia, skimming the walls of her cunt.
Dick's thumb found Myrna's clit and he mashed it almost violently. She quivered uncontrollably in response as the tremulous sensations seared her nerve-endings. Her legs suddenly snapped wide apart as she wiggled her ass to the tune he played on her clitoris.
Dick moved between Myrna's legs, his hot, pulsing root pressing against her slippery slit while he continued to voraciously suck on her turgid nipples.
Myrna, feeling the thick glans poke in her entrance, leaned back to make the cock's going in easier. Dick spread her fiery pussylips with his fingers and moved the throbbing head of his prong to the seething entrance.
"Oh yessss," she hissed as he forced his thick cock between Myrna's spread vulva.
Now Dick's swollen glans was wedged in Myrna's hole and he shoved his weight behind the rigid tool, sending half his thick cock into her slippery snatch. Myrna thrashed her legs wildly, enjoying the ecstatic feel of the meat, even if it wasn't the cock she had expected to receive. The pleasure increased tenfold when he lunged almost unmercifully into her pussy, the tip of his prick almost touching her cervix. Myrna almost fainted from the indescribable pleasure she was feeling.
Dick slowly began moving his cock in and out of the tight box. Little slurping sounds escaped from the cunt attesting to the snug fit.
The more he worked his schlong the greater the pleasure Dick imparted to Myrna. Little by little Myrna's ass responded to the dicking she was getting, and began bouncing. Her incensed box adjusted to his pounding prick, and thrills of ecstasy ran rampant through her body.
Her knees raised high and spread wide to accept him more readily, and now she was murmuring "Oh, oh, oh," in short bursts.
"You ... love it ... don't you ... you bitch," Dick snarled, ramming his prong in as far as he could before withdrawing it arid slamming it into her again.
"Y ... yessss," she admitted. "I love it. I love being fucked. I live just to be fucked. Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me."
"You got it, baby," he assured her, ramming his meat into her soaking depths.
Myrna wrapped her legs around Dick's waist and humped her crotch violently into his pelvis, grabbing his swollen cock into her all-devouring pussy.
Dick gasped for air as her crushing legs squeezed against his lungs. Then he bit savagely on her distended nipple as his body quivered under the relentless assault. Myrna dug and clawed at his back, and this time blood poured out of the wounds she inflicted.
"Oh God!" Dick murmured. "You are great. You are really great."
"Just jam it in," Myrna snapped, her own breath coming in short pants.
They became a fighting, fucking mass of sweating flesh as cock and cunt locked in a wanton, lusting battle, clawing their excited way to total fulfillment.
Dick raised his mouth from Myrna's tits and planted it on her mouth, and she almost pulled his tongue out by the roots as she sucked it into her throat, catapulting skyward in an uproaring orgasm. Her cunt tightened, squeezing, pulling, yanking, as she thrashed around on the bed, taking Dick with her.
The pressure of her cuntlips on his cock brought the jism boiling up and out of Dick, and he unloaded a tremendous burst of the white gooey liquid from his nuts into the depths of her cunt. They clung to one another desperately, hungrily, frantically, as their bubbling juices mixed in her boiling twat. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. They remained transfixed in time, unable to release each other.
"Oh God!" Myrna breathed in Dick's ear. "That was a fuck. That was a great fuck. If I'd only known you were so great, I'd have spent the whole evening up here with you instead of looking for someone downstairs."
"That's only a small sample of what I got for you," he mumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you silly."
"But the man you killed."
"Mickey?"
"That wasn't Mickey."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Mickey may be your partner, but I wouldn't let him touch me. He's my cousin. I don't even know who that man was."
"Yeah, well suppose we get dressed and go down and look for him. We can always fuck up another storm later."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dick and Myrna got dressed and hurried downstairs. They paused only to put on their coats, then rushed outside and hurried around the side of mansion. Their feet sank into the soft mushy snow, and the cold penetrated to their thighs.
"God, it's so cold," Myrna muttered.
"Yeah, well I got just the fuckin' thing to warm your fuckin' cunt again," Dick assured her. "But first let's find the fuckin' slob I dumped outta the window."
When they reached the spot beneath Myrna's window, they looked around but could find nothing.
"Willya look at this," Dick commented. "Not a fuckin' sign the slob was ever here. No dents inna snow, no footprints, no nothin'. Where the hell is he? Yd think he'd be freezin' his fuckin' balls off."
But the cold couldn't affect Sy Enders. No weather could affect him. His dizziness had lasted only a few moments, and though the connection he'd felt to Myrna had been broken, and he couldn't think straight, Sy still knew he had a mission to perform. There was a cunt in need of fucking and it needed to be fucked by his cock.
So when he got to his feet, even though he couldn't remember who it was he had to boff, he knew he had to screw someone. But it was undignified to go looking in his naked state. So he closed his eyes, causing his body to vaporize into millions of particles of smoke, then drifted up to the window from which he had so recently fallen. He drifted into the room and solidified into flesh and hair and bone. His nerves tingled and the point of his prick stiffened anew. He could hear someone coming.
Before he could will his clothing to vaporize and drift onto his body, the bathroom door opened, and in walked Essie Enders with Mickey right behind her. They had heard noises coming from Myrna's room and had decided to investigate.
Essie was holding the Bo-Peep gown she had worn in front of her, and at the sight of it, something rang in Sy Enders' mind. He recalled he was about to fulfill the curse by pumping his prod into the cunt of a woman who had worn a BoPeep costume.
Now that they were in a room with light, Mickey and Essie suddenly realized who they had been each making love to.
"My God!" Essie screamed. "That was you."
"Yeah," Mickey nodded. "It was me. So what! I thought you were someone else, but you weren't. You were still a great lay. Are you sorry?"
Thinking for a moment, Essie realized Mickey was right. He might have had a nasty disposition, and he might have been hard to get along with, but he really knew how to use that cock. Not to mention his having a truly educated tongue.
Sy turned his eyes to Mickey and taking hypnotic control of the man, said, "You will watch that door...." referring to the hallway door " ... and if anyone comes in, you will prevent them from stopping me in the performance of my mission."
Totally unprepared, Mickey slipped into the hypnotic trance instantly. Sy's mind had complete control of him, and he blanked out, now moving under Sy's direction. He walked to the door and stood off to the side. He had stopped to pick up his blackjack in the bathroom when he and Essie had entered Myrna's room, and now he stood holding it, ready and waiting to use it on anyone who might interfere.
"Who are you?" Essie asked of Sy Enders. "What do you want?"
"It should be obvious," Sy replied. "I have come to fulfill the curse."
"You're insane," she snapped back. "Everyone knows the curse is a lot of foolishness. It doesn't really exist."
"But it does," he murmured, approaching her.
Terrified, Essie tried backing away, but she too was now tinder the control of the naked man in front of her, and she dropped the gown she'd been using to cover her body, letting him look at her large, lush breasts. As his hand reached out for her, she unwillingly stepped forward and felt its coldness when it touched the nipple of her left tit.
Godl she thought. My God! It's true. The whole thing is true. I've berated Ralph all these years, refusing to believe him, but it's all been true. He was under the control of something stronger than himself. He couldn't help himself. And just as he fucked her, so now this man is going to fuck me.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, and Essie went to the bed and lay down. She felt a trembling anticipation inside her, and though terrified, she could hardly wait. The monster, the ghoul, the risen dead man had come to the mansion and had taken her under his control. Though hardly an honor, she believed he had come here specifically to fuck her. And since there was no way she could resist him, she decided to lay back and enjoy it.
The creaming lips of her already soaking twat were presented to Sy's eyes like the promise of glorious fulfillment. The soft, brown triangle of her cunt hair seemed to beckon him toward her, his cock already extended.
As far as Sy was concerned there was no need to waste any more time. Before, he had attempted to prolong everything before actually fucking, and he had never completed the fuck. This time he would go right to it.
As for Essie, she had become hotter by the second and found herself stroking her box, making it wetter. Why waste time? Why struggle? He wanted to get laid. She was hot all over again. Oh Mickey had been great, but no matter how great he had been Essie knew it just wasn't enough. She needed more cock, and here was the one to give it to her. Her pussy was screaming for it, its mouth wide open as if the lips were mouthing words. It was almost as if the cunt itself screamed when Sy flung himself on top of her, dragging her into his arms, determined to sink his long, devastating cock into the innermost depths of her twat. He felt her flaming twat press against his hot, throbbing dick. He moved it up and down the wet slit, sensing the cunt become even hotter.
Essie's hand searched down between their bodies for the hot, pulsating skewer, gasping as the hot tips of her fingers closed over the pulsating knob. She twisted suddenly, opening her legs as wide as possible, her juicy pussy wide open, waiting, praying for the invasion.
The quivering prick nosed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her sopping twat. She arched for a moment, levering their twining bodies with the strength of her heels. Then she reached down again, and with both hands spread her cunt as wide as she could, giving his cock greater connection with her soft, moist inner flesh as it pushed into the full length of her wet, crushing cunt. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his hardened cock pulsating hotly between her down-soft, moist thighs.
Sy ran his hands between her shoulders and the bed, running them down the soft curve of her spine and her hips. The raised ridges of her spine knuckled against his hands, pressing her magnificent naked tits and belly against him in a slow, tense beat. Essie moved like a creature made for fucking as her entire body writhed.
Breathing raggedly, his brain and his lungs aflame in an otherwise icy body, Sy Enders slid his hands even lower, cupping the juicy cheeks of Essie's ass in the palms of his hands, pulling her slobbering cunt into even closer contact with the rest of his body. He moved in and out of the wet slit with a pulsating rhythm, sensing the hole grow hotter and wetter as her passion boiled. Her hips began a desperate rotation up against his straining cock, until her legs, without warning, lashed out wide on either side of him, locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling him tighter and tighter to her.
He began to ram his frigid cock into her maw with insane urgency. Her grinding pussy was pulsating forward as her hands reached around and grabbed his ass, forcing him to maintain his pulse-pounding rhythm. The cock ran the length of the soft, warm, slippery cave, feeling the fleecy hair on the outside come into contact with his body. The inner cavity compressed on the white cockhead, squeezing it for all it was worth. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold it back.
Flexing his hips, he used a sudden, driving thrust that rammed his prong deeper into the white-hot gaping slot of her slurping, sucking cunt, shoving it home with flesh-splitting force.
She moaned beneath him, a moan of pure, raw passion. Mickey had been good, but he had been nothing like this.
Sy felt the warm, dribbling snatch slide wetly, burningly, tightly up around his stiff putz, eating it up as it raced once again into the depths of her belly, the smooth, mucous pussy-walls lubricating the way.
Once again the full length of his immense prong rammed itself into her to the hilt, slamming solidly against the hungry mouth of her womb. His heavy balls slammed with force against the upturned white cheeks of her ass, trying to split the crack wide open.
Once again he withdrew the long, thick fuckstick in her cunt until its head touched her opening, then drilled every solid inch of the prick into the squirming, ever-pliant box beneath him. Essie was matching his rhythm with one of her own. She fucked hard against him, matching him stroke for stroke, urging him on harder and faster, longer and deeper. The huge, swollen pecker kept sawing in and out, in and out, as Essie rotated her hips around the stiff ramrod, trying to pull her cunt inside out. Now her twat was dilating in time to Sy's rhythmic fucking, its tiny muscles gobbling hungrily at the inflated head of his pounding prong.
The lips of her softly hair-lined box kept pulling away on the mighty prong, teasing it ever upward and onward as it kept on slamming into her, viciously. He ground himself so deeply into her interior, his albino hair mingled with the wet, matted fur surrounding her box.
Again Essie groaned, and now Sy could feel his immense cock expanding to an even greater size. Essie tried to open her snatch wider in order to hold the mighty tool, but it had expanded to its full size. Now it contracted against the mighty phallus, and Essie suddenly felt herself on a roller coaster, rising, rising rising to the top. And then it hit her like a million fireworks exploding. She heaved and bucked on the bed, shaking like the wildest mare ever ridden. Yet Sy kept pace with her, still pistoning his mighty truncheon into her depths, battering his body brutally against hers.
The warm flow of her cunt juices, floating around his cock as she came, caused her lips to tighten around his dick. The feeling building in his hairy nuts could no longer be contained, and now he gasped as he finally unloaded the sticky load of cream stored in him for so long.
He spurted the sticky spurts of liquid into her voraciously sucking box in a seemingly never-ending cascade, emptying his testicles into the innermost depths of her hungry cunt. She flounced all over the bed, but he was with her, holding his long cock inside her until he'd unloaded every drop.
But even as he came, Sy Enders knew the curse had not been fulfilled. This was the wrong woman. Something within him told him he had to look again, keep on seeking, and even as he withdrew his great tool, he knew it would harden again at a moment's notice. It would swell and enlarge over and over until he'd finally planted it into the right woman. Yes, he had to find her.
The bond between himself and Myrna was slowly beginning to form again. He still wasn't certain where she was, but he had to seek her out and fuck her. If not, the curse would come to its conclusion, and he, being the one to end it, would burn in hell alone, by himself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The thousand sounds made by Essie and Sy Enders in the throes of their passion reached out of Myrna's bedroom, across the hall, and into Laura's bedroom. Both Alan Kal and Laura heard the sounds, and after a while, when the noise hadn't abated, they decided to check.
Laura dressed in a pair of blue slacks with a matching blouse while Alan Kal went through the connecting bathroom to the room assigned him and put on a white shirt and a purple suit he'd had especially made for him. He also slipped on his belt holster with the efficient thirty-eight caliber Smith & Wesson pistol. He carried two dozen extra shells in the pockets of his jacket.
Kal returned to Laura's bedroom and the pair left, crossing the hall and walking to Myrna's door. They pressed their ears to the door and listened. They could hear the voice of Essie Enders sobbing, saying, "My God! The curse really exists. And now I've let you fuck me. Now the curse will descend on me as well as on my husband."
"No," the hollow voice of Sy Enders told her. "The curse can only be extended through bloodlines, and if your husband has the Enders blood in him, then you cannot be affected by it. But now, after I've finished dressing, I must go in search of the other Bo-Peep so I can render my service unto her."
"But she's my daughter," Essie wept. "You mustn't."
"The curse must be fulfilled," Sy intoned.
"It's him," Kal whispered to Laura. "He's come after all, and now he's looking for you and your sister. We have to get the two of you out of here."
Taking Laura by the arm, Kal led her to the stairs and ushered her downstairs where both put their coats on. Just as they were about to leave, Dick Mario and Myrna Enders re-entered the house.
"Come on," Kal said to Myrna. "We have to get out of here in one helluva hurry. The family curse is upstairs in one of the bedrooms, looking for you and Laura. We overheard him talking with your mother."
"Hey," Dick said. "I'll bet that fuckin' Mickey's been makin' it with your mother."
"Mother wouldn't let him near her," Myrna retorted.
"She would if she thought he was me. When I woke up in that bathtub and saw the light comin' from your fuckin' room, I thought Mickey was in there with you. But he musta been in the other fuckin' room."
That is mother's room," Laura nodded. "But we heard the voices coming from Myrna's room."
"So they all musta gone into the other fuckin' bedroom. I'll bet Mickey's in there, too. I'm gonna give him a piece of my fuckin' mind." And before anyone could stop Dick, he was running up the stairs.
"Let's get out of here," Kal muttered, and led both Laura and Myrna outside and down the steps to his Pinto.
Jamming both girls together in the right front seat, Kal got behind the wheel of his car, started it up, and started it moving through the fallen snow like a frightened rabbit. He had to get both girls as far away as possible.
Dick Mario, remembering where Myrna's room was, flung the door open and confronted the hypnotized Mickey.
"Hey you fuckin' bastard," he snapped. "What's the idea of whackin' me on the head with that blackjack?"
Mickey stood there for a moment, not moving, then with a quick movement, raised his hand and snapped it down again, cracking Dick on the head again. The tall, lanky, service station partner simply crumpled to the floor.
"'very well done," Sy Enders congratulated, now fully dressed. "I must leave now," he continued, "but so that this lady doesn't leave and give the alarm, I must ask you to detain her."
Slowly, Mickey turned toward Essie Enders, raising the blackjack again.
"No," Essie screamed. "Don't hit me."
"Not that way," Sy told Mickey. "Use your natural stick on her."
"No," Essie screamed again. "No, don't come near me."
"On your knees," Sy said to her, his eyes burning into her.
Slowly, very slowly, Essie sank to her knees, still babbling.
"Now put your cock in her mouth and silence her," Sy commanded.
When Essie would have struggled, Sy tore a strip of cloth from her costume and tied her hands behind her back. Then he released the mental hold he had on her mind, making certain she was on her knees directly in front of Mickey. When she opened her mouth to scream, he rammed his tool right to the back of her throat, his hands gripping her ears to keep her in place.
"You won't need this any more," Sy said, taking the blackjack from Mickey and dumping it on the floor, near the unconscious Dick. Then he left the room.
The tingle he felt within him was getting weaker and weaker. That could only mean one thing: the woman with whom he was supposed to mate was moving farther and farther away from him. He had to get to her. In less than three and a half hours the dawn would break, and the moment the first ray of sunlight touched him, he would dissolve. Once that happened he'd be on his way to the eternal depths. The only remaining question was, would he spend forever with or without Rochelle? He knew the Lower Regions was his final destination. After all, having fucked Rochelle he had, in effect, committed the horrible crime of incest, even if he hadn't known it at the time. That, by itself, assured him of a permanent berth in the Devil's homeland. But he knew if he accomplished his mission, if he fired his seed into his descendant, his soul would be permitted to join with that of Rochelle.
When alive, Sy Enders had been a very enterprising man. Making money had been an Enders tradition, and he had been very capable in continuing that tradition.
In his early youth, prior to his twenty-first birthday, he had been a whoreson, fucking every female he could get his hands on. He'd impregnated more than five dozen farmers' daughters living in and around Endersville, and because he had enough money to pay them all off, not one farmer had come after him with a shotgun.
The Enders Family had accumulated its wealth in England five hundred years before Sy's birth. The king had been very close with Sir Sidney Enders and had given him lands. The people living on those lands had paid a goodly rent to Sir Sidney, who had invested the money in merchant ships. By the time Sir Lawrence had come along, three generations later, the Enders Family had accumulated the modest sum of five million pounds.
As a result of Sir Lawrence's having raped and burned a witch, the entire Enders Family moved to New York, selling off the family lands for a goodly sum. The money was invested in the slave trade, and prior to the Civil War, when the Enders Family had been forced to withdraw from said occupation, the family fortune was better than fifty million dollars. More wise investments helped to triple that sum by the time Sy Enders came into his inheritance.
There were those in the business world who, because they'd improperly mixed pleasure with business, had lost all their money. There were others who believed it was impossible to mix business with pleasure, and so they had wisely reserved certain hours of the day for business and other hours for pleasure.
Sy Enders was one of those rare individuals who knew how to mix the two of them and make it work. During his lifetime he proved himself insatiable, always ready to raise a more-than-seven inch hard-on whenever the occasion demanded it. He wooed the daughters of not less than seventeen prospective business associates, literally fucking every daughter so he could figuratively fuck their fathers. And he succeeded every time.
Perhaps Sy's fondest memory had been of the time he'd scored with the triplets of a shipping magnate. One day, when the magnate had been out of town, Sy had gone a courtin', and paid his respects to the triplets, then eighteen years of age, and as identical as it was possible for triplets to be. He had invited them to show him their respective bedrooms, and in front of the other two, convinced each one that he loved her, and her alone.
It was in the third triplet's bedroom he had convinced all three to undress, to see if it was possible for him to tell them apart. And as all three undressed, so did he, and they stood there in awe of his mighty poker.
All three girls lay down on the bed, side by side, and Sy Enders hovered above them, looking at three perfectly matched sets of tits. Three sets of white globes with pink tips and pinker nipples. He bent his head and ran his tongue across all six nipples, touching nothing but the nipples and immediately causing each girl to start creaming. Each nipple, in turn, began to swell and enlarge, growing redder as if blushing from the treatment it was receiving. Then he let his tongue rove all over the three bodies, and three sets of legs spread wide, expecting to feel the silken caress of his mouth.
The girls' names were Mona, Nona, and Rona, and never the slacker, Sy Enders was determined to give each girl two climaxes. And he was equally determined to enjoy each of them.
The first thing he discovered was, all three girls were virgins. It was a condition he would eventually alleviate, but not just yet.
He had Mona he on the bed with her head on the pillow. Nona was to lie on the bed with her head in the center of the bed and her legs dangling over. Rona was to stand behind him and kneel, once he was on the bed.
So he had gotten on the bed and slipped his randy cock into Nona's mouth. Nona, who hadn't quite been prepared for it, almost choked, squeezing his cockhead between her jaws. Sy meanwhile had planted his face in Mona's crotch and had used his tongue like an anteater, reaming the soaking hole around and around, draining it of all its slippery secretions, while Rona had been bent over him licking his balls. After Mona had come, Sy had moved Nona up into place, while Rona had gotten under him and continued working on his cock. Long before Sy felt anything, Nona had peaked, and then Rona had replaced her, while Mona did the cock sucking and Nona had worked on his balls.
He had fucked the three girls separately immediately after, firing a load of cream into each of them. It later turned out to be their fertile time of the month, which caused him to sire sons on all three girls. But at the time all three enjoyed him immensely. Neither Nona nor Rona cared that Sy's cock was covered with Mona's virgin blood when he plunged it into them.
When the maid walked in and saw what he was doing, Sy jumped her, hauled her down to the bed, and with the help of the three girls, undressed her and fucked her, as well. He was all set to perform a little sodomy on the maid's tight asshole when the girls' father had come home. So he'd gathered up his clothes and hurried out the rear door while the girls hurriedly dressed.
Naked as the proverbial jaybird, Sy ran directly into the home next door to the one he'd left, and there encountered two lesbians, both married women, who were having a secret rendezvous. In order that Sy not give them away, the two lesbians submitted to having their cunts fucked, as well.
Neither of them thought to wonder at Sy's nakedness when he'd first entered the house.
Thus it was, Sy Enders had reached six separate orgasms of his own within a three hour period, and probably would have come once or twice more, had he been given the opportunity. So it was no wonder now, in the present, after having been thoroughly blown by Nora Evans and having pounded Essie's pussy so completely, that he still felt the urge to go on fucking. This was especially true since his place, in purgatory depended on his sinking his prick into the proper cunt before the coming dawn.
Hurrying down the stairs, Sy Enders stepped out into the frigid night, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. He had to find the descendant to whom he felt attracted and do what needed doing.
The black of the night was no barrier to him with his supernormal vision. The icy wind, cutting like a knife through everything and everyone else went unfelt by him. It seemed to pass through him as if he wasn't there.
The winking stars, like a trillion flashing eyes, stared down at him as he moved through the night, his feet barely touching the ground. He picked up speed as he moved, his inner senses telling him he was moving in the right direction.
His path took him through the cemetery again, and suddenly he found himself faltering. He stopped for a moment, staring at the headstone before him. He hadn't seen it when he'd first risen because it was on the other side of the cemetery.
But now it stood before him, a spectral reminder of the past.
Funny, he reflected, now his past was coming back to him en masse. He had remembered the triplets and the maid and the lesbian wives, and now, staring at the headstone, he remembered something else. It was so vivid, it sent a stalactite coursing down his already frozen spine.
The name on the headstone read Ann Massey. Staring at the cold marble brought icicles to his brain. If his ancestor, Lawrence Enders had started one curse, then Sy Enders had started another, and the thought of it terrified him.
Junius Massey had been a business competitor of the Enders Family long before Sy Enders had entered the family business. Sy's father, Steve Enders, had always referred to Junius Massey as a thorn in his side. He didn't want to merely rid himself of the competition, but wanted to take over Massey's shipping company.
Five years after Sy Enders had come into the family business, Junius Massey had suffered a coronary occlusion, and had hastily been buried. Sy Enders was gleefully certain he would be able to convince Junius's only daughter, Ann, to sell him the business cheaply. But Ann Massey was nobody's fool.
Ann Massey not only had a strict religious upbringing, but had what a woman was not supposed to have: a good business head. In the last three years her father had lived, Ann had helped him run the business and knew every facet of it. She had no intention of selling out to anyone, but rather intended building up the Massey Shipping Company.
Reinforcing Ann's abilities were her looks. She had a face and a body no man wanted, so it was no problem for her to keep her mind on business instead of romance. She was wise enough to understand that no man wanted her for herself, but rather for her money and her holdings.
Her face resembled that of a bullfrog, with a large, wide mouth, a flat nose, and two little beady eyes hidden behind large-lensed glasses. Her hair, a subdued brown, was kinky and frizzy rather than curly. And true to her father and his beliefs, she kept her, dowdy body heavily clothed, making her constantly perspire. Unfortunately, bathing was not one of her father's virtues. He believed it was healthy to drink water, but to avoid using it on the outside of his body as much as possible. Ann had followed her father's beliefs, and so not only looked like a frog, but smelled as if she lived in a swamp. And an allergy Ann had to whole milk-an allergy of which she was never aware-clogged her sinuses and prevented her from realizing how badly she smelled.
Sy Enders made no attempt to woo Ann Massey, at first. Even he had limits, or so he thought. But Ann Massey refused to sell her company. Not only that, but competition began to intensify, and Enders realized he had to do something quickly. The Enders empire was depending on him.
So it was he invited her to the Enders mansion for a weekend of business discussions. In order to keep Ann Massey off her guard, Sy had invited a few other business acquaintances, as well. But for the entire weekend Sy had gone out of his way to pay the many little attentions to Ann she'd seen given to other women but never to her. At first, she was amused by his actions, knowing he couldn't, in any way, find her attractive. Yet, Sy's persistence began to slowly get through to her. She was only flesh and blood, and though she was more than a little certain why Sy Enders was paying such careful attention to her, she found she liked it. Yet it also angered her that he should consider her so easy as to try something so completely obvious.
Thus it was, on Sunday night, when all the other businessmen had left, Ann Massey had resolved to leave as well. She had gone to her room to pack when she suddenly realized her personal maid was nowhere around. She was alone, not only in the room, but in the entire wing of the building. But her being alone didn't last long.
The door to her bedroom suddenly opened and Sy Enders filled the doorway.
"How dare you enter without knocking," she said to him in a shrill, almost piping voice.
T dare many things tonight," Sy replied. T dare because you're a woman and I'm a man."
"Hah!" Ann had laughed, but her laugh was cut off in the middle as Sy crossed the room, gathered her heavy, smelly body in his arms, and kissed her right on her bullfrog mouth.
Ann remained totally impassive, at first. It was the first time a man, any man, had kissed her, and she liked it, even though she was unwilling to admit it to herself, much less to Sy. Her conscious mind ran in a predictable channel, thinking, who did this man think he was, considering her so simple-minded as to fall for so obvious a maneuver. But long before the kiss ended her subconscious began taking control of her, and her senses, dormant all her life, suddenly came awake. And then they gained control of her. In spite of herself she found herself slowly responding.
Sy carefully took his lips from hers. He was determined to win now, and win by the age-old tactic of making love to the woman. It was important. His strategy depended on his making her respond.
"I'm sorry you did that," her high-pitched voice told him. T had some sort of respect for you until now."
"What are you talking about?" Sy asked, innocently. "You're quite a woman, and your being here this weekend made me realize it. I couldn't let you leave without letting you know my feelings."
"Mr. Enders," she retorted, "You are taking for granted the fact that I reciprocate your feelings. It implies a lack of respect on your part."
"That's nonsense. You're a woman, with a woman's feelings and a woman's soul. Surely you must have some feeling for me as well."
"I don't even know you other than as a business competitor."
"I said nothing about business. I sought to learn of your personal feelings for me."
"I have none."
"I find that hard to believe. In the two days you've been here, you've shown you have a mind superior to that of most men in the business world. And that mind is in the body of a woman. How could I help but become strongly attracted to you."
"I wish you wouldn't say such things."
"But I am saying such things," he persisted, "and I must know what you think of me as a person, not as a rival."
"I suppose you are pleasing enough in a superficial way."
"That's hardly the answer I seek. Tell me, Miss Massey. Do you, personally, find me pleasing?"
"Such delicate things are hardly to be discussed between two people who have only known one another for two days."
"But you're mistaken, Miss Massey. This is definitely the time to discuss such things. In a short while you will have left, and once you're gone, I won't have another opportunity. So, while there's no one else about, I pray you be frank with me."
"Mr. Enders, either you think too much of yourself or not enough of me."
"How can you so remark? Why you are at the very top of the list of people I respect. And now you're on top of a list of women I've come to know and admire."
"You most certainly have not behaved in a gentlemanly way."
"Quite the contrary. I have behaved in a very gentlemanly way. Yet, how gentlemanly must one be to tell a woman one feels attracted to her? I had an overwhelming urge to kiss you, and I took advantage of the fact no one else was around to surrender to that urge."
"You're confusing me," she told him.
"On the contrary," he answered. "For the first time a man is speaking to you directly, not trying to curry favor with you for some business reason. My own reasons for being here are purely personal. Now you're about to leave. I no longer have time for the usual social amenities."
"So you wish to bypass them?" she squealed, sounding like a stuck pig. "Mr. Enders, such a thing is not worthy of you."
"Your trouble is, you think every man wants something other than physical contact with you, and you've built a wall around yourself. You've been taught to avoid contact with men at all costs. And because of this you've locked yourself up in the business world. I grant you I admire your mind. I admit it draws me to you. But when one has led a life of frivolity, knowing nothing but wenches who think with their bodies rather than their minds, can you blame me, now, when the time has come for me to consider women in a more serious light, for pursuing a woman who thinks along the same lines as I?"
"What do you take me for, Mr. Enders? I'm no silly little twit to be taken in by your fancy words."
"Hasn't it occurred to you I might be telling it to you in a forthright manner? I am in no way attempting to be facetious. I'm not pretending you are someone you aren't. I'm merely claiming to have found myself attracted to the woman you are. You find me disagreeable because I didn't come to you telling you lies, plying you with candy, flowers, and hypocritical time-worn cliches. Rather I chose to be direct in the hope you were mature enough to understand, and accept or reject me according to your own personal feelings. Perhaps I've overestimated you."
Ann Massey stood there, in the picture of perfect composure for about a half second. Then her body began trembling, and losing all self-control smacked Sy Enders across his face.
"You smug, self-satisfied libertine," she whispered in what was now a high-pitched guttural tone. "You think me some common trollop, easily lulled with fancy words. I wonder how many other women you've taken to your bed in so vile a manner. Well please understand me clearly, though I wonder if there is room in your dense wooden head for my words. I am indeed a woman. I like time-worn cliches, and no matter how little time there is, were I to like a man, I'd make the time for him. I'm not one of your fancy society tarts so bored with life I've nothing better to do than invite you to make my night interesting."
She attempted to slap his face again, reddening his other cheek, but this time Sy was ready for her. He grabbed her wrist as she swung and pulled her to him, kissing her, hard.
Unable to help herself, Ann allowed her anger to be transformed into the desire which lay hidden inside her for so long. She automatically opened her huge mouth when his tongue probed into hers, no longer pretending to struggle, but seeking to match his fervor. Her emotions had come to life with a vengeance, and Sy realized how correct he had been in his estimation of her. Intense anger had swiftly become vehement desire, seeking some sort of outlet. She herself was no longer conscious of her actions.
Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him down to her. The rapid flick of her tongue stabbed his tongue, his lips, his gums, his teeth, and his palate. He felt her huge, clumsy body pressing itself to him, sensuously trying to make some kind of contact beneath the folds of her dress and many petticoats.
Pulling her lips from Sy's, Ann whispered, "Not now, not now. My coach is waiting downstairs to take me home."
"Now," he murmured. "Right now. The coachman is a servant, accustomed to waiting. Let him wait. What we have to do is more urgent."
Picking her up, he carried her to the bed and gently set her down. Realizing she had lost to her emotions, Ann Massey prepared to surrender.
Again he kissed her, and she shuddered again. His practiced fingers unbuttoned buttons, pulled strings, and unlaced laces, his lips continuing to bruise hers, his tongue roaming at will inside her cavernous mouth. His powerful arms took a moment to enfold her shapeless body as exploring hands touched her large, ungainly tits.
Swept up in a world of sensuousness, Ann remained unaware of being disrobed. He drew her petticoats over her hips, below her knees, and off, exposing her huge rump and hairy box. His fingers traveled a rhythmic route from her large ass along the pathway of her spine to her whalebone corset, which he quickly unlaced and removed. Another quick move and her bodice was gone, exposing her watermelon-sized boobs. They were matching globes, each one heavy with excess fat, centered with a light-brown nipple and surrounded by a light-brown aureole.
Previously untouched and unkissed, the nipples came to immediate attention when Sy's mouth roamed over them. He bit and sucked and pulled them with his lips. Then he took them, one at a time into his mouth and began to suck as if he was a newborn babe.
Ann moaned a low, ecstatic moan, twisting her head left and right, unable to get enough of this new feeling inside her. Her breathing was erratic, mingled with unconscious whispers. Her ungainly torso became a network of erogenous zones, and wherever Sy's fingers touched, they produced a new sensation.
The musky, unwashed fragrance of her body was strong in his nostrils and strangely arousing. He was keeping his eyes closed the entire time, pretending she was one of the beautiful bawds with whom he liked to dally. Not looking at her ugliness made it easier for him.
His hands were against both her large hips, lightly pressing on both thighs. Friction created by his palms produced an almost-unbearable warmth, causing her to involuntarily raise her ass.
Finally, Sy got to his feet, and hastily disrobed.
His huge prick strained away from him, beating the air, causing Ann to stare in amazement. She had never seen one before and had no idea what it was a man sported between his legs. Now she gazed at the cock in awe, realizing it was meant to part the virgin lips of her cunt and fill the hole inside her.
Before she could speak he was on her, covering her mouth with his. The gigantic cock, through years of practice, found its target almost instantly and slowly tried to make its way inside. Her gross body trembled, eagerly willing to accept the stanchion, painfully accepting the measure of its breadth into her virgin twat. She was lubricating heavily, which helped a lot, but not enough. There was pain as he parted the virgin labia, forcing his cock into the sopping interior and tearing through the membrane seeking to block further entrance.
Ann screamed and churned her body, pain mingling with a sensation she'd never known before. Ignoring the woman's yells, Sy continued plundering her body, ramming his cock to the very depths of her hole, partially withdrawing, and then running it in again. He repeated the maneuver yet another time, and now Ann felt the pain beginning to fade. She felt herself caught up in a tornado of fantasy, never before having experienced so delicious a feeling. She had the sensation of being airborne, suspended by nothing but that delightful cock. Every forward movement of the pole in her depths began carrying her to new heights, soaring on the wings of ten thou sand butterflies. Now her cunt came to accept the prong inside it, and her heavy labia began to suck on it, greedily.
Unbelieving, Ann suddenly realized an entirely new feeling was about to overwhelm her. It was bearing down on her at the speed of light. It was coming so quickly she had no idea how to receive it, and tried to slow her movements down in an attempt to delay the orgasm so she might better know how to receive it. But there was nothing she could do. Before she realized it, the muscles, so long unused in her cunt, began to tighten as her loins contracted, her heels gouging holes in the downy mattress. Her arms around Sy's neck held him in a vise of steel, welding her mouth to his.
Sy felt the pressure of her spongy cunt walls attempting to crush his cock. Her body convulsed repeatedly, leaping high off the bed, taking him with her.
Finally, with a sigh of total satisfaction, Ann opened her arms from around Sy's neck. Her lips released his, and her legs released the clutch they'd had on him. For Ann it was an experience without precedent. She'd had no idea doing forbidden things could be so delightful. A feeling of pleasant warmth crept over her, and she was prepared to release him and relax.
Not so Sy. He wouldn't stop. Continuing to ram his pole into the formerly virgin cunt despite the resistance he was meeting since she had come, his own lubricant served to keep her snatch-walls moist. His continuing fucking stopped her hole from continuing to tighten, and before she quite realized what was happening, the box was enlarging again. Her arousal, if anything, was greater than before.
This is heaven, Ann Massey thought. This was what it was like to be loved.
Her train of thought was interrupted by her tingling senses. Again his cock sent electric shock waves coursing through her body. Her hips responded to his thrusting javelin, leaping upward, circularly churning, pounding against his outer thighs, threatening with her nursing vulva to yank his prick out by the root.
Now she started taking an active part, reaching out and grabbing his asscheeks with her hands, using her nails to attempt him to thrust into her more deeply. Sy responded, plunging his shmuck against the neck of her womb.
Purposely he slowed his pace, pulling back even more, making each forward stroke seem longer. Ann kept a tight grip on his ass, her nails digging into the cheeks, reaching so deeply into the flesh she was drawing blood.
Ann's eyes were glazed, and her mouth half open. A trickle of saliva dribbled from the comer of her heavy lips to her neck.
A second ordeal was approaching. This time it crawled up inside her box slowly from her clitoris where friction from his body was teasing it.
Again the feeling was there. Once more she arched her body in a wild fury trying to tangle her cunt hairs with his cock hairs. Tensing every nerve and muscle in her body, she peaked. Twisting and jerking beneath him, Ann nearly forced his prong out of her this time, but Sy, no bumbling amateur to be squeezed from her creaming cunt like toothpaste from a tube, adjusted his gyrations, maintaining himself solidly inside the slick pussy.
As Ann reached the apex of her orgasm, Sy felt the bubbling fluid in his balls start to rise. Even as Ann thrashed beneath him in the throes of her crisis, he reached his own satisfaction, exploding into her with the violence of a cyclone. Great gouts of fluid flooded her pussy, filling her body with a secure warmth she had first come to know and like.
The fist-like grip of her quim only enhanced the pleasure as he fired one fresh charge after another into her hole, all direct hits on her cervic opening. Slowly his firepower diminished until he was temporarily out of ammunition. Silently, Ann cursed her dead father for forbidding her to know this pleasure. She was to have gone through the rest of her fife, fearing and hating this. She would never forgive the dead man.
Her pussy was temporarily satisfied, now no longer yanking on his shrinking schlong. She was content to quietly hold him, feeling the security she'd never before known, not having been with a man before. She was ready to fall asleep.
Sy pulled his cock from her cunt with a resounding pop and realized he smelled as badly as she. It was time to rectify that as well, since he knew he'd be fucking her quite a bit more. It was bad enough she was a beast to look at. He didn't want her smelling like a stagnant swamp. So without warning, he hoisted her bulky body from the bed and carried her into the bathroom, where only recently indoor plumbing had been installed.
"We're going to take a bath," he told her. And that was precisely what had taken place. They had gotten into the bathtub together, where Sy had made a point of washing out her fuckhole as well as soaping the rest of her.
The water finally drained out of the tub and she lay there, a gruesome-looking sea cow, but a clean one. Now his fingers moved into her cunt again, working tirelessly. She raised her thighs, letting him know she wanted the feel of his schlong in there again.
Hoisting his body above hers, he let his extended prick press against the recently used cuntlips from where he had just withdrawn his fingers. Her legs wrapped around his waist as his powerful pole began making its entrance, and she pulled him against her so her vulva could suck on the hairy bottom of his prick. Her thighs encased him in an unbreakable grip. She clasped her hands behind his neck for better leverage, rotating her box beneath his plunging pecker.
Her loins slipped lower, choking his hips in a grip of bone-crushing flesh, and for the third time in less than an hour, Ann felt a rapid climax coming on. She had taken to fucking like the proverbial duck to water. The thick, heavy outpouring juices of her lubrication helped to enhance the orgasm. It overwhelmed her as completely as the hot bathwater had done, earlier.
Her fingernails tore wide, red swaths along his back and her teeth sank into his shoulder. Again he felt her labia knot themselves around his cock, attempting to crush the life from it. Tighter the cunt squeezed, until it seemed it would amputate his cock. It was enough, and the pressure brought him to his own peak as his semi-automatic emptied another clip into her.
Ann Massey had spent the night at Enders Mansion. She spent the. whole week there, and by the time she'd left, Sy Enders was a partner in Massey Shipping.
In less than a month Sy found a way to force her completely out of the business. True, he'd had to give her a huge monetary settlement, and she would have been able to live on it very comfortably for more than fifty years. But Ann Massey, angry enough at being forced out of her company, was even angrier for another reason. Sy had stopped fucking her. Eventually the realization came to her that he would never fuck her again.
She had sent him a note. It was a short, simple note, and all it said was, WHEN THE TIME COMES THAT YOUR VERY EXISTENCE DEPENDS ON SOMETHING, RELY ON MY KEEPING YOU FROM IT.
She had committed suicide after that. And Sy had laughed off the note.
Now, as he stood before the marble headstone of her grave, he shuddered. She hadn't been able to stop him in life. But this was more important than life. This was eternity.
He tried moving from the spot, but couldn't. He was rooted. And as he stood there, the ground in front of him broke as, little by little, something was forcing its way up and out.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It dragged itself up through the thick, rich dirt, and the sight of it was so disgusting even the stars seemed to bide. Sy, who had smelled decay on himself before being cleansed by the north wind, was nauseated, and had he any food or even liver bile to regurgitate, he would have done so.
Her flesh, rotted, hulking flesh, hung from her skeleton in strips. Her clothing had long ago disintegrated, and all that was left was flesh and bone. The blood vessels had decayed away long ago, there being no need for them any longer. And her heart was plainly visible through her ribcage, its auricles and ventricles partially eaten away by the maggots crawling all over her body. Parts of her entrails hung down through the bone structure. Yet, one part of her body had remained perfectly preserved.
Sy looked at her again and felt sick. Even he, a dead thing brought back to life for one night, wasn't as disgusting and stomach-turning as the thing now confronting him. The sagging bits of flesh that were once her tits now looked like split open dirigibles, festering with rot. Only her cunt remained intact. The hair had long ago fallen out, but the pelvis was there, and the cunt, with its slimy, filthy secretions falling down her skeletal legs, was there.
"I warned you," he heard her piping, high-pitched voice tell him. "I warned you, and now you will have to answer to me. Tonight, now, you will he with me here, on top of my gravesite. Here you will do to me what you should have gone on doing while I was alive. You will do it until the sun rises, and then we will both dissolve away into Hell, our souls locked eternally together. You have no choice, Sy Enders. It has been ordained that we spend eternity together."
"No," he screamed, completely revulsed by the rotting thing confronting him. "No, I. have another course to answer to, older than yours, and nothing will keep me from heeding it."
With a supreme effort of will, Sy Enders pulled away from the reaching corpse of Ann Massey and fled in a southerly direction. His inner feelings still reached out to Myrna Enders, and even as he hastened away from the carrion pursuing him, he moved toward Myrna.
The dragging, slimy corpse following him moved at a much slower pace than he. He leaped the cemetery fence and kept on running through the freezing night. Where he had felt nothing before, a chill invaded him, knowing the filthy monster behind him was still in pursuit.
But if he could reach his female descendant, and if he could plug into her and shoot his wad before the sun came up, even if the rotting Ann Massey caught him, he would have fulfilled the curse. Not even she could stop him from spending eternity with his beloved Rochelle.
On through the night he hastened, the pulsing glow within him getting stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer to his quarry.
Said quarry, Myrna Enders, along with her sister Laura, was now in Alan Kal's apartment in Long Beach, shivering as she realized how narrow her escape from Sy had been.
"He wants Myrna most of all," Alan Kal was saying to both girls as they now sat in his living room before the electric fireplace he had to use. "But if he can't get to Myrna, as a last resort hell take you," he told Laura.
"Have we gotten away from him?" Myrna asked.
"I hope so," Kal nodded, taking out his thirty eight. "If not, I'll use this to shatter his brains into a million pieces. I don't care how undead he is. He can't function without a brain."
"What do we do while waiting for dawn?" Laura asked.
"I don't know about you girls," Kal said, "but while it's safe, I'm going to take a shower. You can sit in here if you want and relax. I'll keep the gun near me, so if anything happens, either one of you can scream and HI come running."
Going to his bedroom, Kal undressed, putting the pistol in his bathrobe pocket. Then he donned the bathrobe and went to the bathroom where he took a quick but thorough shower. Afterward, he told the girls he was going to he down and rest. It was going to be a difficult three hours no matter what happened.
Laura, already having had three separate orgasms because of Alan Kal, also felt tired, and she went to the living room couch where she lay down and quickly fell asleep. Only Myrna remained awake.
Well hell, she wasn't the least bit tired. On the contrary, she was ready for more screwing. Dick Mario had promised to her, getting her all heated up. And even though the family ancestor had returned from the dead in an attempt to get her, Myrna hadn't been able to turn off her heat.
Going to the bedroom door, she peered in at the resting Alan Kal. He was lying on top of the bed, his robe wide open, his cock completely exposed. It wasn't as big as Sy's cock. It wasn't even as big as Dick Mario's. But it was a cock. And in an emergency like this, almost any cock would do.
Myrna figured Kal was having some land of erotic dream, because as she stared at the limp thing, it seemed to move, first to the left and then to the right. Little by little the sacs inside it began filling with blood, turning it from a soft sausage to a solid frankfurter, standing out as it did from his hairy patch.
Slowly and quietly Myrna entered the bedroom. Silently she removed her own clothes, leaving them on the floor. She had to get that cock. And she knew Kal wouldn't make any noise. He wouldn't want Laura to catch them this way. So she shut the bedroom door and locked it, then tip toed her way across the room to the circular bed.
Alan Kal, almost completely asleep, was, as Myrna had surmised, having an erotic dream, and his dream was all about Laura. When Myrna's hand gripped his staff, he came wide awake in an instant.
Damn! he thought silently as she put a finger to her lips for silence. She's got the hots for me. She must be a nympho or something, wanting me after getting her ass fucked off by her cousin's partner. Christ! She must be one helluva woman.
"Laura," he whispered, and Myrna replied, "Fast asleep on the living room couch. She sleeps like a rock. Nothing will waken her for a long time. So I figured, as long as we're here, and you have a stiff prick and I have an aching hole, maybe we can do something about it."
Hell, who'd believe a thing like this? Kal thought to himself. First Laura, and now her hot-assed sister. Some days you can't get any nookie, and other days you get too much of it. Well, why the hell hot. As long as he kept his prick in the family, why not!
Finding his good luck hard to believe, but ready and willing to take full advantage of it, Kal reached for his cock with an almost elaborate casualness and pressed the hand she held around it even harder.
'Why not!" he whispered. "I know how it is. I'd love to fuck you."
Myrna released his prick and jumped onto the bed beside him. She lay next to him, letting him turn toward her so he could pop one of her large nipples into his mouth and begin sucking away. It was a much larger tit than Laura's, fuller, though not as solid. Hell, he wanted to french-fuck her a little. So turning her onto her back, he flung one leg across her chest and stuck his probing wand between her two big tits. Then he squeezed them together and began sawing his cock back and forth. He turned her nipples inward so they could feel the friction of his moving rod. And Myrna, already ecstatic at the feel of his pole between her knobs, bent her head forward and let her tongue touch the tip of his cock each time he thrust it forward.
Kal felt his balls ache maddeningly. His mind was afire with the incredible abandonment of this woman, and he slid down now, letting his prick rub against her bush as he sucked on each rock-hard nipple in turn. His hand reached down into her slit and traced a fevered pattern from her clit to the sopping wet hole and back again.
Myrna tried using two hands to hold onto Kal's tiny peter, but found she could only grip it with one. And even that one had a hard time holding on the way he was emitting thick, heavy lubrication. Now she began jerking on it, whispering into his ear as her tongue laved it, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Trembling, he covered her face and tits with heavy kisses, and then he felt a sudden desire to go down on her. He had wanted to lap Laura's pussy earlier, but Laura was too new to fucking, and was still awed at plain fucking.
His lips trailed down along her soft tits, over her taut belly, into the soft, moist fleece of her curly brown hair. He breathed hot fire into the thick, curliness of her hair, smelling the-rich, heady odor of her cunt. It drove him onto further heights of lust. His head dipped lower, lower, and in total abandonment Myrna whispered loudly, "Yes, yes, yes. Kiss it, suck it, lap it."
Kal's head slipped through her widely spread thighs as the passion-crazed fraternal twin pulled them as far apart as possible. She drew her knees up, presenting as much of her steaming cunt to his fevered mouth as she could. Kal's tongue mashed onto her cuntlips with a small, whispered moan torn from his throat, and his tongue lashed out like a hot, flexible poker, slipping as deeply into her box as it could, sending her to the ultimate heights.
Myrna cried out in silent, mindless passion, her body writhing convulsively, her legs drawn back to press hard against her tits. Now her hips lifted off the bed so she could give him all of her passion-drenched twat. His slavering tongue and lips lapped and sucked as her hands grasped his long hair and pulled his face even deeper into her lust-soaked crotch.
Oh God, Myrna thought, Oh God, but this is too good. Not even Dick Mario had been able to turn her on like this.
Kal continued his wanton cunt-lapping and tongue-fucking, letting his hands reach up over her belly and caress her full tits, squeezing their solid nipples between his fingers. He reveled in what he was doing, his fingers squeezing Myrna's soft, round boobs with near brutality while his mouth and tongue continued the slick assault on her wide-spread pussylips. He made obscene sucking sounds that filled Myrna's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her hands tighter in his hair as Kal's probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button at the top of her slit. She whined sharply, almost agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp teeth and began pressing his tongue against it, using the flat of said tongue to create an unbearable friction.
Myrna's head began lolling from side to side in total abandonment, and yet Kal speeded up the movement of his tongue, running it downward along the smooth, heavily lubricated slit into the opening of her demanding pussy. He began to tongue-fuck her faster and faster, sliding his tongue into her dilated, grasping box, barely able to hear the unintelligible whispers Myrna was making because of the way her solid thighs closed around his ears. He swirled and flicked his tongue around the satiny insides of the throbbing cuntlips.
He rammed his shoulders into her, and soon her feet were draped over them, the whole of her flowing pussy in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he pulled his arms back and cupped her asscheeks in his hands as he speared his tongue deeply into the luscious depths of her creaming cunt.
Her whispered sighs of animal pleasure reached his ears as he continued mouthing her juicy fuck box. And then, as her ass spasmed upward, he drew his plunging poker of a tongue out of her box and lashed it against the brown, puckered ring of her asshole.
Myrna sucked in her breath in one great swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now of any curse. All that mattered was the physical passion controlling her mortal being. Flinging her body upward at Kal's face as hard as she could, she brought the opening of her ass into greater contact with his tongue. He burrowed the tip almost expertly into the tight, rubbery hole. The sphincter unwillingly parted to accept his probing tongue. Myrna's body quivered uncontrollably now, bucking beneath the overpowering sexual assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.
Kal licked and sucked and drove his tongue deep into her tight, little hole, getting turned on by the lewd abandoned gyrations of her lust-contorted body, knowing she was about to come because of his tongue. He began to drive his tongue deeper and deeper into her hole, and then withdrew it to lay it against her spit-drenched cunt, chewing the downy-soft fringe of her pussy hairs.
He paused for a moment, staring up the sweat-slick valley between her tits and at the twisted grimace on her lovely face. She was really eating up his eating her up. She was wallowing in it. He lowered his head and resumed his gobbling.
The voluptuous, passion-crazed twin writhed and squirmed beneath the fabulous tongue-fucking of her sister's lover until she was certain she would go insane from the sheer, ecstatic rapture in her burning hole right up to her stomach.
GodI She had to have a climax, and soon, or she'd burn up. Her head battered the mattress again and again as she ground her fulcrum into Kal's lusting face and mouth, and she felt the enlarging tide of her orgasm rising, rising, rising, rising, and then expanding into a huge, overpowering wave, engulfing her entire being almost without warning.
She came like a wild animal, jamming a pillow into her mouth to hold back the beastlike scream. Her thighs tightened around Kal's head, drawing him into the burning, creaming cunt. Her liquid from her pussy began to secrete almost in the way a man might shoot; in spurts, drowning Kal's mouth, flowing along the slit of her ass and onto the bed where it formed a small, sodden pool. And Kal sucked and licked, his face burrowing ever deeper until, at last, her orgasm reached its end and she sank back with a long, satiated sigh, taking the pillow from her face. Then, and only then, did she open her thighs and release Kal's reddened face.
Kal lifted himself onto his knees and used his blanket to wipe his sodden face. Then he said, "How'd you like it?"
"Great," she nodded in reply. "Where did you learn to eat like that?"
"Practice," he answered. "Lots of practice."
"Any time you want more practice, let me know."
"Now it's my turn," he said, showing her his rock-hard prick, "I want to fuck you completely. It's all set to shoot. Get up on your knees and let me fuck you from behind."
"You've got it," she told him, and assumed the angle, presenting him with the sight of her asscheeks, waiting with bated breath for him to start fucking away. She wanted to feel that cock of his as far into her as it would go.
He pressed the full rounded moons of her ass wide apart staring down at the hair-lined pussy filled with her creaming lubrication. She spread her legs wide apart, waiting, gasping as her sister's new-found lover put the rigid head of his five inch dick between her exciting quivering nookie-lips, pressing it into her, getting the swollen tip in, and then levering forward. His schlong rammed all the way into her clasping, dilated channel, his thighs slamming mercilessly off her asscheeks, only partially filling her deep, warm, wet, soft-walled box.
Kal stared down at his glistening pecker where it lay slick with lubrication in the quivering quim of Laura's passion-crazed sister. He smiled to see the way her pussylips puckered out and sucked on his swollen knob, feeling her tremble under the fucking of her hot, sopping twat as she had also trembled under his oral ministrations only moments before.
Kal plunged forward again, bringing a cry of ecstasy from Myrna's lips as once more his pudendum filled her hot, clasping twat, the head battering against the tight walls. His hands squeezed and kneaded her large asscheeks, and his thighs pounded against them. He knew he was about to come very shortly, that he couldn't hold out much longer.
He fucked into his girlfriend's sister with long, powerful strokes, his balls tight up against him, and yet managing to touch the cunt hairs, as well. The sex-crazed woman sobbed and moaned her blissful joy at the thorough fucking of her cunt; at the way his cock filled her hotly clenching hole so well in spite of its small size. She buffeted back against him, silently begging him to come, to fill her with his boiling jism.
Suddenly, as of Kal's balls heard Myrna's mute cries, he rammed his cock in as far as it would go and his nuts erupted like Old Faithful, sending great gushing spurts of bubbling hot liquid into her squeezing cunt. His strong hands squeezed her asscheeks even harder, the hot moist flesh of her box tightening around his wildly pumping prong as he continued to come.
Myrna, her mind half crazy with the way he was fucking her, feeling the burning liquid from his cock shoot into her canal, heaved wildly back against him. His sperm filled her like hot, soaking oil, and both of them could hear the wild, squishy sounds of his spurting, pumping prick fucking in and out of her tightening pussy. The harsh smacking of his tight balls as they hit her ass made her vibrate even more, and Myrna realized she, too, was going to come again. Oh was she going to come. It was going to be the orgasm of orgasms.
And then she came. Her climax hit her like a sledgehammer.
Great spirals of flashing light burst in her brain, and pleasure so acute it was akin to pain consumed her thoroughly and completely.
In spite of the fact that his pleasure hose was shrinking, Alan Kal kept pumping into Myrna's twat, slamming himself violently against her. But no matter how hard he dicked her, his hose couldn't rise to the occasion again.
Finally, tired of pumping, he fell back on the bed, pulling his prong out of her soaking, diminishing cunt. He'd had it. He wouldn't be able to come again for at least twelve hours.
Myrna, completely satiated, had to show her gratitude to Kal. She spun around on the bed and took his shrinking whang into her mouth and began lapping up every drop it secreted, licking his balls and his thighs, as well.
"Where'd my sister ever find you?" Myrna asked, getting dressed when it was all over.
"That you'll have to ask her."
"Oh I know she looked up in the directory, but she never told me Bert Kal was such a terrific lover."
"I'm not Bert Kal," he responded. "I'm Alan Kal. Bert's my cousin. He lives on the top floor of this building."
"But we thought you were Bert Kal, the millionaire private investigator."
"Like your Cousin Mickey, I'm a poor relation."
"Well I'm glad Laura made the mistake. I'll bet your Cousin Bert is nowhere near as good as you."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was just past six o'clock in the morning. In the apartment of Alan Kal three people were fast asleep. Laura Enders was still fast asleep on the divan in the living room. Myrna Enders was asleep on the hearth near the electric fireplace. And Kal himself was sleeping in the bedroom.
An eerie, silent hush seemed to fall over the apartment. The silence became so oppressive it woke Kal out of a sound sleep. His hand reached for the robe now on the floor, and removed his revolver from it.
Crawling out of bed, he slipped the robe on and silently walked into the living room. Now he could hear Laura's soft breathing and Myrna's light snoring. But he couldn't shake the feeling of eeriness.
Going to his small kitchenette, he turned on the overhead light, opened the refrigerator, and made himself a ham sandwich. He poured some Hawaiian Punch into a glass, and downed it all, eating the sandwich.
That Myrna was some piece of ass, he reflected. She fucked like the proverbial bunny and couldn't get enough of it. But it was Laura who had completely captured him. Well hell, she and Myrna were part of the same family. In fact, before leaving him to return to the living room, Myrna had told Kal her mother was a hot piece, as well. So there was no reason to believe Laura would not eventually equal both her mother and her sister.
Finishing his sandwich, Alan Kal shrugged and wiped his hands on a paper towel. So far, Sy Enders hadn't found them. With a little luck the dawn might well come before Sy Enders.
Returning to his bedroom, Kal put his gun on the night table, then lay down on the bed with his robe still on and drifted back into a light sleep.
As he slept, the party at the Enders mansion came to its conclusion. The guests, all whacked out from their revelry, finally put on their coats and left. The cleanup crew did their job as well, and soon the mansion was silent.
In Myrna's room, Essie Enders still remained on her knees, her mouth surrounding Mickey's cock. Mickey, still under Sy Enders' hypnotic spell, didn't feel a thing.
On the floor, Dick Mario stirred again. The pain in his skull was too much. Damn Mickey, what kinda fuckin' clown did he think he was, anyway? Shit! His fuckin' head really hurt.
Opening his eyes, Dick saw the sight of Essie, her hands tied behind her, her mouth surrounding Mickey's prick, and Mickey's hands pressing on the back of her head so she couldn't withdraw her mouth and scream.
Two things occurred to Dick at that point. First, seeing the two of them there, naked, in such a position, his own naked body began to become inflamed. Second, the blackjack lay on the floor near his head.
Dick waited a few moments for his head to clear, then he jumped up, grabbing the blackjack, and whacked Mickey over the head. The short, bearded man simply keeled over, his monolithic cock popping out of Essie's mouth as he fell away.
Dick's own horn had grown, and he noticed Essie still there, on her knees, her mouth wide open. She, too, was under Sy Enders' spell. So Dick decided it was time to put his prick in and take the swelling down. But the moment Dick's cock entered Essie's mouth, she snapped out of the mental hold Sy Enders'd had on her, and gurgled with the swollen mass of flesh inside.
Downstairs, on the main floor of the Enders mansion, the front door opened to admit a man of medium height with balding white hair. Ralph Enders, Essie's husband and the father of Laura and Myrna, had sneaked out of the mansion after the party had started, deciding to get some of his usual action since his wife refused to fuck for him. Now, he was home again, completely sated.
After hanging his coat up in the hall closet, Ralph Enders quietly climbed the stairs to the next floor, intending to quietly sneak into his own bedroom. But then he saw the door to Myrna's room partially open and approached it. Inside, he saw his nephew Mickey, sprawled unconscious on the floor. He also saw the strange man he didn't know jamming his cock into his wife's mouth. Shrugging, he was about to walk away when he heard Essie making muffled sounds. Dick withdrew his prick for a moment and Essie said, "Please, stop this and untie my hands. I owe my husband a great apology. I don't want to do anything like this again for anyone but Ralph. I have so many years to make up to him."
"The hell with that," Dick snapped. "I got a swollen cock in need of treatment. I can either treat the fuckin' thing with your fuckin' mouth or with your fuckin' cunt, but it needs to come down."
"Can't you understand," Essie told him. "I don't want to do this anymore. Now stop it."
"No chance," Dick snapped. "No fuckin' chance," and he rammed his prong back into Essie's mouth.
Ralph Enders silently entered the room behind Dick, and picked up the fallen blackjack on the floor. Before Dick knew what had happened, he was stretched out on the floor, and Ralph was untying his wife's hands.
Essie began crying as Ralph led her from the room to his at the far end of the hall. She swore never to doubt him again, telling him all that had happened that evening. Ralph, for his part, was glad something had made Essie see the light, even if it was the return of the Enders Curse.
Sy Enders had finally traced Myrna to the apartment house in Long Beach, and climbing the stairs, finally came to the floor where Alan Kal's apartment was located. Without hesitating, he simply dissolved into mist, drifted under the door, and re-materialized. He saw the girls fast asleep, and immediately was drawn to Myrna.
The moment Sy's frigid hand touched Myrna's shoulder she awoke with a scream. The scream was so loud, it made Laura open her eyes, and when she saw Sy Enders, she also screamed.
The combined screams of the woman made Alan Kal open his heavy eyes. He shook his head, trying to rid his brain of the cobwebs inside, but it was no use. He couldn't think too clearly.
The clock on his night table showed only six thirty. No wonder. He'd only had an additional half hour of sleep.
Damn, he thought, getting up and grabbing his gun.
Hurrying into the living room, he saw the strange tableau. Sy Enders had already stripped down. His hypnotic gaze now held Laura helpless, and Myrna was being made to undress.
Tuck you," Kal screamed, and pointing the gun, blasted away at Sy Enders' head.
The bullets tore great holes in Sy's head, and for a moment it looked as if Kal had beaten him. But then Sy caused his body to dissolve, including the pieces shot out of him, and when he re-solidified, everything was back in place. There was no way of stopping him.
Turning toward Kal, Sy roared angrily, and charged the shorter man. As he did so, the hold he had on Myrna was released, and the girl, terrified, ran to the door, unbolted it, and opened it. As Sy grabbed Kal by the throat, Myrna ran out, hurrying down the stairs.
Sy started squeezing, then looked out the window. It was already starting to get light. He had almost no time life. The sun would be up at any moment, and then he would be lost.
Myrna had gotten away again. But there was this other one. True, she wasn't the one to which he had been drawn, but this one was a blood relation. She would have to do. If he managed to unload his seed in her before sunrise, the curse would be fulfilled.
Flinging Kal into a corner, he used his mind to make the man a temporary paralytic. Now unable to move, Alan Kal lay there and watched the man strip the clothing from an unresisting Laura. Sy had possession of her mind, as well.
"The curse must be fulfilled," he muttered, staring at her lush young body. It wasn't as voluptuous as that of Myrna, but it would do. It would certainly do. She had a lovely face and a nicely contoured shape, even if her tits didn't swell to overflowing.
The long, thick white cock stood out again, looking very much like the pussy-splitter it was.
"It's all for you," Sy told Laura. "Every inch of it. Now he here on the floor and spread your legs wide."
Unable to control herself, Laura lay on the floor near the electric fireplace, and Sy positioned himself over her and pressed his mighty pole to her hole. Her cunt hadn't been prepared, so Sy found it difficult to push his prick into it. There was almost no lubrication. But Sy no longer had time.
His mighty juggernaut began to slowly make inroads. The tears poured from Laura's eyes as the huge cock slowly pushed into her. It filled her, stretching her cunt walls and causing pain she hadn't imagined could come from fucking. Alan Kal's cock had been just the right size for her hole. It had filled her with a minimum of stretching, and had caused only pleasant sensations. Not so this massive thing being mercilessly shoved into her right now. The pain was excruciating.
The moment the glans touched the neck of her cervix, the cock withdrew, then proceeded to thunder into her again, making her feel as if she were being rent apart. Yet the hypnotic spell under which she was being held prevented her from crying.
Alan Kal lay there on the floor, and from the angle Sy presented to him, he could see the log being stuffed into the poor girl's twat without compassion.
Now the girl's box began to respond, salivating as it were, covering the huge cock with a thin coat of slippery liquid, making the chugging movement the slightest bit less painful. This only caused Sy Enders to speed up his plunging, but his anxiety kept his climax a long distance from him. He had to come, he had to come. If not, it meant Hell alone, and forever.
He rammed his ass back and forth now, pounding away between those petal-like pussylips, stretching them to their utmost, causing them to choke on his flagpole; his mighty tool. He kept shoving it in over and over, his hands squeezing her small breasts.
Laura, fully aware of all that was happening, but still under the spell of Sy Enders, was unable to move save to obey his commands. And his only command was that she bounce her ass in rhythm to the way his powerful plunger chugged in and out of her socket.
The most horrible thing was Laura was beginning to become aroused. Sensuous thing that she was, the frictioning of the massive barber pole in her stretched cunt was getting to her, and her bouncing movements were now almost voluntary. She had no urgency about coming, and though she despised the man riding her, she couldn't help the feeling swelling inside her.
Sy's strong body odors entered her nostrils as small chemical reactions within her body sent thrills up and down her legs and into the breasts he was now brutally squeezing. His muscular chest and shoulders, still frigid against hers, pressed her naked body deeper, into the carpet. He rammed his icy tongue into her mouth, down into her throat, as if many parts of him were seeking to enter all of her.
Laura's belly was pure explosive dynamite. Heat surged through her body. Her shoulders relaxed, and against his manipulations her tits stood straight up. Her face was flushed with heat as tears poured from her eyes.
The undead man on top of her felt her unwilling consent.
His cock, having plunged in as far as it was able again, once more drew out and repeated the plunge. Laura's legs were nearly numb, though mingled with the numbness an intense excitement was building. The huge white cock was plunging up and down in what seemed to be longer thrusts, though Laura had no idea how she could have taken any more of that immense piece of meat. She opened her legs wider and drew her knees up a little in the hope of easing the intense pain.
Sy began grunting as some of the anxiety left his body, replaced by some slight feeling of pleasure. Maybe he would win after all.
Laura felt Sy's prick as it enlarged within the tight cavern of her now dripping cunt. She could feel her juices flowing more and more, slicker and slicker. She heard small sucking sounds as his pole seemed to withdraw to the very lips of her steaming snatch, then ramming back in again as far as it could go without destroying her.
Now Laura's mind was becoming suffused with hot pleasure. The man's hard prick was thrusting in and out ever quicker, with no regard for the tightness of her almost-unused snatch. The electrical thrust of his cock seemed to echo throughout the room.
Sy pumped his hips up and down, his huge white tool slurping in and out, in and out. In her crotch, Laura could feel the bumping of his large balls.
Again his mighty cock seemed to grow even thicker, and Laura moaned again. One part of her mind, a tiny part was trying to warn her not to let him come in her twat. Yet the rest of her was aching to feel his seed spurt into her.
He began pounding on her even harder, and her entire body was shaken with the impact. Her love juices were flowing heavily now, as her tight cunt-lips moved involuntarily over his cold, rigid, silken-textured cock. White heat continued to build inside her, as if counteracting the coldness of his prong.
His distended cock slurped in and out of her heated slit with more and more ease. Her body began to glow with light and passion. Her hips were undulating wildly now, savagely thrusting up to meet the pounding dong as it slammed into her again and again.
Laura was the one to come, drenching his burning joystick with the fluids of her cunt again and again, driving him to pole her with even more ferocity. But Sy was unable to come. He wanted to, he needed to, but the sperm wasn't forthcoming. Now his cock emerged from her box only to plunge back in like a lightning bolt.
Sy felt the urgency once more. Outside, it was becoming lighter and lighter. The sun was only minutes away from rising.
Outside, below, in the streets, a horrible, strange apparition was slowly making its way toward the building containing Alan Kal's apartment. It, too, noted the coming dawn, and knew it had very little time left to do what needed to be done.
The decaying remains of Ann Massey dragged itself along until it got to the building. Instinct, pure instinct and nothing else let her know this was where Sy Enders had gone.
Knowing nothing about elevators, she moved to the door that said stairs and dragged her slimy remains through. With what little speed she had at her command she moved up the stairs until she came to the floor where she knew Sy Enders had to be. He had to be there because a feeling in her all-but-decayed guts told her as much.
Pushing the stairwell door open, Ann Massey moved forward, heading unerringly in the right direction, already able to see with her eyeless sockets the door she wanted. It was already partially open.
Inside Alan Kal's apartment, Sy Enders was still reaming his frigid cock in and out of Laura's burning twat. Steam seemed to be coming from it as the cold prick met the fire in her box.
Now Sy could feel it starting to well within him. The jism was beginning to rise. He was going to make it. He pumped wildly now, his body thudding against Laura's with no regard for the pain he was causing her. He didn't really give a damn. He had to come, he had to come, and the sperm was even now rolling out of his balls and traveling into the tube in his erect penis. It was only seconds away. He was going to make it.
"No-o-o-o-o," screamed the high-pitched voice of the rotting thing as it dragged itself through the door. "You shall not have eternity with whom you wish. You shall have it with me."
"Too late," Sy yelled, almost gleefully as he felt his semen traveling through his phallus, only seconds away from spilling out into Laura's cunt.
But the thing that was Ann Massey threw herself at the pounding body of the undead man and threw him backward. He fell off Laura, and as his back hit the carpet, the disgusting mass of decay fell on top of him, spreading the thick, slobbering lips of her own cunt. And as the cock unloaded its cream, the hole of Ann Massey gobbled it up.
Now the blushing dawn had completely risen, pink and rosy, teasing the darkness from the heavens. The night, which had seemed invincible before, now hung its head and slowly retreated.
Behind the dawn came an avenging young sun, ready to do battle with the ebony villain that had destroyed its predecessor. It hurried one lance of light after another at its dark, retreating enemy, forcing him farther and farther back until there was no room left for retreat. Finally, silently, but stubbornly, the darkness died.
The young sun beat its chest strongly. Its flashy vibrations struck terror into the fallen snow. The latter quivered and quaked as sunbeams, like huge phalluses, penetrated it Water, like lubricant flowed and the white snow slowly melted away.
In Alan Kal's apartment, rays of sunlight lanced through the living room window, engulfing the struggling mass of Sy Enders and Ann Massey as they turbulently fought on the floor. Her cunt had his cock locked into her, and her vile, fetid self was pressed against him so tightly he couldn't throw her off. Her skeletal mouth clamped on his lips, preventing him from doing anything other than groaning.
As the sunlight washed across the struggling mass of filth on Kal's carpet, it caused the two to slowly disintegrate into dust. And as Alan Kal and Laura Enders stared, the dust, too, dissolved away to nothingness.
"It's over," Kal muttered, hurrying to Laura. "It's all over. The curse is finished. It will never return to haunt your family again."
"Yes," Laura nodded, her hands unconsciously toying with her aching cunt. For though she had already come once, Sy Enders' persistent fucking had caused a great anxiety to swell within her, and she needed relief.
Alan Kal stared at her working hands. He didn't need to be told what she needed. Yanking off his robe, he made her he down on the carpet again and plunged his own erect cock into her steaming twat.
Oh my, yes, Laura thought as he began pounding away.
This cock was just the right size. It filled her the right way a cock should fill a cunt. It didn't stretch her too widely, but it touched all of her inner walls. It made her feel good.
The cock slurped about inside the lust-filled box, Kal thrusting himself forward and back, in great heat. And in just a few moments Kal began shooting what little he had left into Laura's questing cunt. The heated droplets served to bring her to a satisfying conclusion.
"You have a better penis than he had," Laura told Kal, motioning to the spot where Sy Enders had disappeared. "It's as if you were made to fit inside me."
"Yeah," Kal agreed.
"You won't hold it against me that he put his thing into me, will you?" she asked.
"What has that to do with us?" Kal asked.
"I don't know," Laura replied, teasing his flaccid cock in the hope of regenerating its fullness again. "Some men are funny about women and other men touching them."
"Well I guess I'm funny that way, too." Kal admitted. "But it wasn't as if you'd offered yourself to him. He raped you. Even so, he never came inside of you."
"No," she agreed. "You're the only one who's ever done that."
"You could become pregnant."
"Uhhuh."
"Do you want to douche?"
"Even if I did it'd be too late, considering it's been a long time since you first came inside me. No, I don't want to douche. And if I'm pregnant, I don't want an abortion."
'Would you consider giving the baby a father?"
"Only if it's the right father."
'Well, hell, I'm the real father. I should be the one to give the baby a last name."
"Are you proposing?"
"If I did propose, would you marry me?"
"Under certain conditions."
"Such as?"
"Every time you get an urge to fuck and you're able to, you come right home and fuck me."
"Hell, that's not a condition, that's a pleasure."
"And you don't fuck Myrna, ever again."
"You know about that?"
"How could I not know about it. When Myrna has intercourse, no matter how silent she tries to be, she wakes up everyone for miles around."
"And you aren't angry?"
"Not this time. But just remember, if I can't do anything better than she, it's because I haven't done it yet. I saw what you did to her. I guess you like it, huh?"
"I'll bet I'd like it a lot better with you."
"And I'm willing to do the same thing right back to you. I don't notice Myrna being so responsive."
"Will you marry me?" Alan Kal asked.
"Believe it, buster," she snapped, and let her head sink into his lap where her wide-open mouth took in the limp sausage of his cock. All thought of Myrna was instantly wiped from their minds.
Myrna, after leaving Kal's apartment, had gone running wildly through the streets of Long Beach. On foot, she had fled across the bridge, running and running and running. And when she was too tired to run, she walked, but she kept on moving.
It was when the sun had fully risen and she had seen the familiar gas station that she had stopped running. Cousin Mickey's white Corvette was there, which meant he had come to work. As she got closer she saw both, Mickey and Dick sit ting in the tiny office. Both men held ice-filled rags to their heads.
"How the hell did I know it was you," Mickey was saying. T thought it was that dumb prick who was with Laura."
"Yeah, well I don't like the fuckin idea of bein' hit on the fuckin' head all the fuckin' time," Dick snapped.
T won't do it again," Mickey muttered, nursing his painful scalp and thinking about Abby Bernett. Just the mere thought of her was raising a hard-on all over again.
That was when Myrna walked into the station, and Dick, on seeing her, thought she would be angry for the way he had raped her. But Myrna was too tired to be angry. All she could do was sit in the chair near the window and pant.
"You stay here and keep Dick company," Mickey told his cousin. T have some business to take care of."
Before either Myrna or Dick could object, Mickey left the station and hurried across the street. He knew it was early, but he also knew Abby's husband had gone. It was time to find the company of an amenable woman.
Alone with Dick, Myrna smiled and said, "Thanks for what you did last night."
She was referring to Dick's preventing Sy Enders from getting into her. But Dick thought she was referring to the way he had boffed her, afterward.
"You got somewhere to go tonight?" he asked her.
"Just home," she replied.
"Yeah, my home. I'm gonna take you back with me and fuck the ass off a you."
"You can try," Myrna told him, and they both smiled.
Back at the Enders mansion, Ralph and Essie Enders shared the huge bed in the master bedroom, making long, slow love. The end of the nightmarish curse had brought Essie back to her husband. And neither one would be budging from that bed until the following morning. As Ralph's cock sank into her, Essie sighed.
And somewhere in the lowest regions of Hell, the soul of Sy Enders lay locked in mortal, or immortal combat with the shade of Ann Massey, whose bulk seemed to swallow him up completely. He would spend eternity with his spiritual prick buried in the spiritual maw of her swollen cunt, which was worse punishment than hellfire.
