<-Previous
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
For the next several months I see, hear, and feel…..sense nothing that has anything to do with the girl I saw at the bar that one night. I carried her garments with me for about a week. I couldn't resist smelling them which caused me masturbate to an enormous orgasm every time until the smell started wearing off of them. I put them in a plastic bag, in a safe place in my apartment in case I come across her trail again.
At least I saw her that one time. If I never do again at least I know she exists, we exist. I was beginning to think I was crazy. I've sensed others before, pretty strongly, Even brief glimpses, but never such a long sustained visual on one of my kind, and luckily a female.
I've spotted males before and the compulsion to meet is strong. I never realized how much stronger it would be when I met a female. If we would have physically met, we probably would have destroyed the room, killing whoever got too close, while fucking each other to death for several days. I don't know what would have happened. If we fuck do we somehow gain knowledge of my species inner workings showing us how to find the rest of our people or do we simply keep going as we have been with our heads in the dirt? I've always felt that we would one day all be joined together as a race. I'm probably just being nostalgic.
I head out around sunset. Always liked twilight. It means most of the normals are going to sleep soon and my senses become more acute. If my senses were this sharp in the day I would lose my mind around all the idiots prating around their boring humdrum meaningless lives. Don't get me wrong, I make it sound like I hate humans. Not all of them. They are a race like we are, just very different, with different goals, and priorities.
On foot, with a soft chill breeze, I head down to the park about a mile away. I come here often, because I suspect this is one of the places my kind would come to find others. It's a gathering place and it's outdoors.
About the time night settles in I feel an itching in the furthest reaches of my senses. It happens when I'm taking a break sitting in the grass. This could either mean trouble, another of my kind, or nothing, a false alarm which I have all the time with my wishful thinking.
Two girls walk by, one turns and points at me while whispering to her girlfriend laughing. I can't make out what she is saying. They turn my direction. The short one with brown tightly curled hair pulls the taller brunette my direction. I'm dreading it already because I have no real interest in humans except for the occasional fuck when I get frustrated in my search, and even then I form no attachments, and sneak out while they sleep or go to the bathroom. Never seeing them more than once.
The short one greets me. "What's your name?"
"Have we met?"
"No, I guess you could say I'm just really friendly and have never seen you here before. My names Amelia and this is Brandi." I can tell Brandi wants to leave but knows that Amelia won't leave until she's ready."
"Are you from around here……"
"Sev, and no I'm not. Just passing through."
"That's too bad. Sev….what a strange name. Where are you staying?"
"My, you are full of questions."
"You just seem like you could use some company."
"I'm fine. I'm just looking for somebody."
"We can help you look, an extra set of eyes."
"I'm afraid you will just distract me."
"Which one of us do you find the most distracting?" Brandi looks like she wants to die and rolls her eyes exhaling sharply.
"I think your friend is ready to leave." I tell her.
"Forget her….Do I distract you?"
The itching I felt earlier becomes a throbbing and changes direction. Am I picking up on something? If this bitch would leave me alone I might be able to home in on it.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any money."
"Shit, I'm not a prostitute."
"Sorry, but you came on so strong and this park is full of prostitutes."
"It's okay. I just really like you."
"You just met me."
"You're my type. I knew I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you."
"I'm outta here." Her friend says.
"Catch you tomorrow Brandi."
"Listen I'm here on foot. I'm not able to give you a ride anywhere. Maybe you should go with her."
"That's okay, I can call a cab when I need to." Amelia says enthusiastically.
The throbbing splits into two entities in my mind. Fuck, there might be two of them here.
"Listen, I'm really not interested."
"Bullshit, you're not interested." Eyes wide and pointing between my legs.
She's eyeballing my cock which because of the situation is already so hard the head is sticking out of the top of my jeans for all to see.
"You're really large." She said with a hungry look on her face.
I can't believe my luck. There are possibly two of my people here and this slut won't leave………wait a minute maybe I can use this to my advantage. I touch the tip of my dick with my middle finger smearing a drop of pre-cum that has formed all over the head.
The girl's mouth opens a little with a bewildered look on her face. "I thought you wasn't interested. Was you playing hard to get? Wow, you went from cold to hot in like a second. You're so horny suddenly, I can see it in your eyes and cock. You almost look like a different person. I like it."
I'm horny but not for her. It's one of the side effects of when I'm near one of my people, causing intense emotion, most of the time an insatiable sex drive. The good thing about it is the hornier I get the further my senses will extend as long as I can keep a clear head. With her mouth wide open and body frozen in place I unzip my pants and free my cock.
"What are you doing? Are you wanting me to fuck you out here in front of all these people? We'll be arrested." she says.
"If you want to fuck me you'll do it now."
"You get off on doing it in front of people don't you? I can't, If I go to jail I'll lose my job and It's a great job."
I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze it up to the tip. A long string of jizm seeps out dripping down to my balls a little getting on my jeans.
"Holy Fuck, what am I doing? I've never wanted anything so bad before." her eyes wide. She get's down on her knees between my legs and sniffs the liquid coming out of my dick, then slowly licks the tip clean, then down the shaft and balls and back to the head again to suck whatever might remain in inside. Wrapping both hands around the base she starts pumping while keeping the head in her mouth.
I can't pinpoint where the two others are. Just that they are closer. I'm not to the point where I can see their true forms yet. They could be any of the people in this park. The feeling is not as strong as the one from the bar but it's still unbearable. Time to up the ante.
"Take your shirt off!" I tell her.
"No, are you insane?"
"FUCKIN' TAKE IT OFF!!!
She starts unbuttoning her shirt.
Something lurches to the right of my senses. The feeling gets stronger. I rip her shirt and bra off in one motion exposing her nicely sized white tits. With a look of shock and rapture on her face she does nothing.
"SPIT BETWEEN YOUR TITS!!!" I tell her.
She hesitates then does it. A long thread of spit coats her cleavage still connected to her bottom lip.
"MORE!!!"
She does it. I push my pants down further and pull her down until my dick slides between her tits. I cup them in both hands pushing them together as I slide it between them faster and faster. She automatically spits on the head of my cock as soon as her tits start to dry, making them nice and slippery. Nipples getting hard she fucks me faster with her tits.
"Hey check it out. Holy shit, he's titty-fucking the hottie." Someone says.
Damn somebody has noticed us and will surely draw more attention to us. I'm not stopping now. Amelia is turned on but I don't think she is to the point where she'll want to continue with an audience.
She stops grinding me and looks around realizing she topless. Dammit, she's gonna run. I sit up and push her down in the grass on her back, undo her zipper and yank her pants down. I can already smell her excited pussy. Her expression is one of fear.
"It'll be worth it." I assure her.
"Are you insane??…….."
"Keep your hair in your face so no one will recognize you."
Sliding her pants off, I pull her legs up, spreading them, and start licking her pussy through her already drenched panties. Her legs lock around my head as I move my head up and down teasing her clit with my nose and fucking her pussy with my tongue through the fabric. She starts moaning and pulls her panties to the side to give me better access. I stick two fingers inside her and work her clit with my tongue. She digs her crotch into my face.
More people walk up.
"Damn, would you look at that."
"You think they are gonna fuck?"
"I bet they fuck."
"I hope they fuck. I want to see them fuck."
I can't risk her getting cold feet again and slide her wet panties down her legs and off. She's still in the moment and spreads her legs wide for me.
"Slide that hard dick in me and fuck the hell outta me."
"They're gonna do it! YES!!!" Someone says.
With both her hands she opens her dripping pussy for me. I waste no time and swirl the head of my cock around her open lips back and forth. She doesn't want no foreplay she wants to fuck and lifts her pelvis off the ground taking me inside her. She grabs her heaving breast and squeezes the nipples while pumping her pelvis taking a little more of me inside her with each thrust. No more chance of her chickening out. She wants to fuck me now know matter who watches.
The two presences are getting really close. Not longer and I will be able to see them as they really look.
More people gather and some of them start chanting "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" over and over. There are others in the background that don't look so thrilled. Two of three are on cellphones. I hope they are talking to their friends and not calling the police. There's two more standing behind everybody else on the opposite side just watching curiously. Could that be them? Stay a little while longer and I'll know. Don't leave. Don't leave. It's a big male and tall female, both with sandy blond hair with strange expressions on their faces.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AMELIA?" It's Brandi. Why the fuck did she come back? I better give Amelia the fuck of her life so she doesn't listen to her friend.
"Stop it Amelia. Have you lost your mind?"
Brandi addresses me "Stop fucking her. She's lost her mind, you both have."
Amelia turns to face her. "It…It feels so……….good…….so b…b…big…..I want this…..don't care." Getting lost in the moment again she stops talking.
Brandi jumps forward and grabs Amelia under the arms trying to pull her out from under me. Amelia grabs my waist hard and tightens her pussy around my cock, a little of her juice escapes drenching my balls and her ass. Brandi pulls again but to no avail. It has the opposite effect on Amelia turning her on even more bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Shaking, she unlocks her legs from me and curls them up to her face, hands gripping the grass. Brandi taking advantage of the moment drags her a couple of feet forcing my dick out of her with a wet sucking sound. Amelia starts rubbing her clit profusely as soon as she realizes I'm not in her anymore.
"What is wrong with you? You've got to stop this baby, please. It's almost like he has you under a spell."
Amelia looks up at her, eyes barely open enough to see her. "I can't. I'm just so fucking horny…….I've never………f…f…felt this……..g…good……." Rubbing her pussy furiously it's so wet it drips with each stroke. "OH…OH…OH MY FUCKING GAWD I'M GONNA CUM!!!" Spreading her legs as wide as she can, curling her toes, and grabbing Brandi's arms her whole body spasms. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!" Arching her ass up in the air she sprays herself and Brandi with the force of a fire hose.
With a shocked look on her face Brandi releases Amelia's wet body. Standing there astonished and horrified for a moment, staring at her hands with Amelia's juices dripping from them and tasting her on her lips. Her clothes are soaking and Amelia's scent permeates the very air around her.
As soon as Amelia's climax subsides she starts rubbing her juices all over her focusing on her tits and mouth then back to her pussy again for round two.
Brandi comes to Amelia's side getting on her knees taking her face in her hand. "I don't know what's happening. He didn't inject you with something did he? I've never seen you do that before, you squirted. I've seen you have some hellacious orgasms but nothing like that. You're already wanting to have another one and you don't give a shit who sees you. I don't know what is wrong……." Amelia kisses her hard on the mouth. A few moments Brandi slides her tongue in causing Amelia to gasp rubbing her clit that much harder with one hand and slipping her other hand into Brandi's shirt cupping her left breast.
Withdrawing her lips from Amelia's she whispers "What am I doing?".
Amelia removes her hand from Brandi's breast slides down her stomach to her pants trying to unlatch them one-handed still working her own pussy with the other.
Brandi looks into Amelia's eyes as she helps her undo her pants, slides them and her panties down to her knees.
"Get completely naked baby." Amelia says. "Please."
After a short pause Brandi buries her tongue into Amelia's mouth while pulling off the rest of her clothing. Amelia helps her with her top until she is just as naked as she is.
"I can't believe the cold bitch is joining her. This is amazing. Damn I'm glad I came here tonight." Somebody in the crowd says.
"Are you getting pictures?" Another asks their girlfriend.
"Pictures? Fuck that, I'm filming it. This is too hot to miss."
Several others are recording it as well. This will probably be all over the internet soon.
"……heathen perverts completely naked, fornicating in front of God and everybody else. I'm just thankful there wasn't any children here tonight……" an old woman says on her cellphone unable to take her lustful eyes off the spectacle in front of her.
I think to myself this has gotten completely out of control. I didn't expect her girlfriend to come back and I sure as hell didn't think she would take my place fucking her, and now they're filming the damned thing in front of everybody and I think I hear the police coming. I'm going to have to move again as soon as this is over.
My sense jolts through my brain so hard making me see stars for a moment, making my hard-on even harder. There's at least two of them and they're close. I may never get this lucky again. If I do see them, I hope they don't bolt like the last one did. I've got to make this happen.
By now Brandi is on top of Amelia sliding down her stomach to her wet cunt. When she reaches her destination Amelia lifts her ass off the grass to meet her tongue, wrapping her legs around Brandi's head. Brandi's spit mixed with Amelia wet pussy drips down her ass into the grass. Brandi begins massaging her own clit and rocking it back and forth while licking Amelia's. With her ass sticking up in the air I can see her pussy's wet and glistening.
I'm not passing this up. My brethren are here somewhere and I'm going to find them. I hope they don't flee this spectacle. I get up and go to the two women. Brandi is really going to town on Amelia's pussy while stroking her own, dripping down past mid-thigh. My cock is throbbing just inches from it. These two are obviously lovers. Amelia's bi but Brandie is hardcore lesbian. I bet she's never had a dick in her before. She hates me, let's see just how lost in the moment she is. I touch her pussy lips with the head of my cock, it almost sucks it in. She takes a deep breath and freezes for a moment. I slowly slide it in further. When it's in halfway she forces it in further. The police are getting closer. I pull it out then shove it in all the way.
Brandi says "I hate you motherfucker, I've never had a dick in me before………" she's having a violent orgasm "I hate you, I hate you……asshole….fu…fu…fuck you…OH MY GAWD…..fu…fuck….AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH". Her orgasm is violent, drenching me to the knees. She starts pounding me with her ass, fucking me as hard as she can. Her pussy feels like it's trying to suck the cum out of me. "I hate you for making me want this. I want to cum again." Amelia follows suite and cums all over her face making her long black hair stick to her neck and face. I can hear Brandi swallowing and licking it as Amelia is gyrating her body, fucking her lover's mouth.
I feel my dick burn from within and grow even harder as I'm about to cum. The cops pull up. I estimate it will take them 30 to 40 seconds to get here. I might be able orgasm and run for it hopefully catching a glimpse of my Kind in the process. A middle age couple points them to my location and they start running towards us.
I grab Brandi's ass and pound it for everything I got. Her pussy splashes a little with each thrust. She's about to blow. She says "Give it to me motherfucker. I hate you fucking bastard. Give me your fucking cum asshole. Cum in my pussy now. Hurry before they get here you stupid asshole." She noticed the cops and doesn't care about getting caught as long as she get's off before it happens.
It's hard to keep my mind clear enough to spot "them" while watching to make a last-minute getaway. I figure I have about 10 or 15 seconds before it's too late. I'm almost there. Amelia starts bucking Brandi's face, her pussy making wet sloshing sounds with each thrust. She's cumming. It's now or never. I push into Brandi as hard as I can. My hard cock clenches so tight that it hurts, but hurts good. My balls draw up and I shoot a huge hot load into the lesbian's pussy.
Brandi pants. "Holy Shit…….tha….that feels good. Oh FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!"
I squirt into her again and open my eyes. I can't see the two strangers anymore or any other possible Brethren.
The cops are almost upon us when a strong wind hits me full force in the face. With a hard yank on my neck my whole body is airborne my dick popping out of Brandi's pussy squirting a huge stream of cum across her back, ass, and calves.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she screams. "I'm not finished yet." as I'm forced away.
My spine reels and I almost black out from the excruciating pain of having my body tore from a stationary pose so quickly, zero to a 100mph almost instantly. I'm moving so fast that just as the police try to wrestle the girls apart they're already a small dot to me. To them it must have looked like I just vanished. The wind keeps me from turning my head to see what has me. All I can see are my surroundings in a blur with my arms, legs, and my dick swinging in the wind.
Whatever grabbed me suddenly let's go and I fly into a tree. It knocks the air out of me and gives me tunnel vision. I think I have a concussion.
I must have blacked out for a moment. I open my eyes. Still on the ground with my back to the tree and eyes blurry. I can't see anything in front of me but moonlight on unknown objects possibly trees. I think I'm in the woods. I must have been carried out of city limits.
After a few minutes my eyes focus and I see two figures standing 10 feet in front of me. One of them huge and smoking a cigarette. The other one tall but slender. It's the blond couple. What an imposing couple they are. They stare at me, the slender female paces back and forth never taking her eyes from me. The huge male continues to smoke.
"You're a stupid fuck, whelp." The huge one says. His voice is low and thunderous. I can sense his power. I would never stand a chance against him. I couldn't even outrun him. It would be nothing for him to kill me. The female still pacing is a deadly one as well, not so much in strength but in speed and stealth.
The big one says "What were you thinking back there? Fucking two humans out in the open in a human infested park. You're just a stupid shit. I should kill you now before you get us all noticed. Stupid fuck whelp."
"I sensed your presence in the park earlier. Having an orgasm is the only way I can "see" you." I don't know my kind very well so I don't know what to expect. I wonder if they are going to kill me. "I can't see you now, not your true forms anyway."
The big one let's out a frustrated grunt turns to the girl and says "Finish him off!"
She pulls out an evil-looking red blade from behind her and walks to me. Her movements are catlike. She straddles my lap, looks me in the eyes and smells me. "You're afraid aren't you? That's good." She licks my face from jaw to hairline and places the blade to my jugular. "Let's make this quick."
to be continued...
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
There are only two times when I feel like I'm close to opening a small hole in this reality, enabling me to see my kind in its true form. When I'm on the brink of consciousness and sleep, or the most intense; when I'm cumming, moments of intense passion and then only when I'm sharp enough to spot the signs. There are so few of us, we rarely run into each other and the times that we do, it's hard to sense them. Even harder than that is to see our own true forms. I've never seen mine and would love to. If I ever meet with another, maybe I can get them to describe or draw a picture or me.
I hate going to bars but sometimes my search sends me to such places. On this particular night I feel that strange feeling I so rarely have. I sit in the far corner watching the clientele through the thick veil of smoke and public shame, attempting inconspicuousness. I've had a few and about to leave when I get the “feeling”. This time it comes in the form of intense arousal. I can feel my member growing hard, extending already out of the top of my underwear. I feel like there is another here, in this bar….somewhere but I'm not in the state to "see".
They usually look like anybody else or are totally invisible unless I can get in the right state of mind to view their true selves. It's been so long and I have gotten so bad at it but the feeling is strong. I must "see".
I've always felt that one day I would be reunited with my people. The older I've gotten the more impatient I've become. I've almost given up.
I do the only thing I can think to do to allow me to see what I suspect. Not that there's that much of a choice, I can barely control myself. I hope no one can see under the table. It's pretty dark. As long as I'm really careful I might be alright and the way I feel it won't take long if I'm not interrupted.
I scan the bar one more time before I start, checking to see if anybody is watching and for the unusual presence I felt. Nobody's looking my direction and no luck on the presence other than the numb alarm going off in the base of my skull.
Under the table I unzip my pants and slide my underwear down under my balls. My cock is so hard that the veins feel like sharp ridges. Already the tip is wet with pre-cum enough that I run my palm over it and slide it down my shaft enough to lubricate my whole dick. Gawd, it feels good, I could cum now, but I need to take it slow, stay sharp, and keep my eyes open.
I don't want to get caught or miss an opportunity to find another of my people. Still nothing, I'll have to amp it up. I grab the base of my dick and run up to the swollen head forcing more jizm from it. Focusing on the tip where I'm most sensitive in fast rhythmic movements for almost five minutes until it's almost too late.
I stop, heart pounding, chest heaving, and sweat rolling down my forehead, scanning the room again. Ears ringing, I have tunnel vision. This is a good sign, but also really dangerous. It's a good sign that I'm this horny, but it's also bad because I'm getting to the point that I don't care if anyone sees me masturbating.
I can feel the presence stronger than I have in years. This isn't my imagination. My ears are ringing, muffling everybody's conversations to gibberish. The room feels like it's spinning but it's not, at the same time a hot/cold breeze seems to blow but it is my imagination.
I didn't realize it but I'm working my dick again…….I almost didn't catch it in time, I don't want to cum in here but I fear I'm at the point of no return. Orgasm is when "the sense" is strongest. If there is "another" here my best chance of seeing them will be when I'm cumming.
I take one more look around, still nobody showing any interest in me.
I can't stop now, I'm going to cum, but I have to stay aware enough to see one of my kin if there here.
Now stroking my whole shaft very rapidly, it first goes numb then the tingling begins. My nuts tighten from deep within to the point that they hurt, but it's a good pain. My dick starts to boil from within until the head feels like it is going to pop. My cock begins to spasm as sperm wells up from deep inside me making it tingle. I'm about to cum.
Just moments before ejaculating I open my eyes. I look straight in front of me, all I see is people milling around smoking, drinking, talking, arguing, dancing…….until an opening forms in the crowd so that I can see all the way across the room.
Time slows down and my eyes focus on a female at the other side of the room. The hot/cold feeling hits once more. She sits behind a table just like me.
Unless my eyes are deceiving me she is one of us. Her body has strange markings all over it, not sure if it is tattoos, paint, or just natural markings. Her hair almost looks like metal tipped feathers of various colors. Three thin slits on her head hold what looks like razor blades. I can't see her eyes, I want to see her eyes. She's biting her lip with metal catlike teeth.
Everything in the room other than her takes on a transparent state to me, under the table in front of her. She's masturbating as well, working her clit with one hand and pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy with the other.
She's very wet, I can see it dripping down the calf on her left leg. She's being less careful than me because her pants and panties are off and laying in the floor under the table. Her shirt is up exposing a large left breast. She may think she is hidden under her coat but that's not the case.
Her body is smooth, other than the strange feathers on her head and rows of the razors up and down her body except for where the designs are. She has two rather evil-looking ones just over her pussy that look like hooks.
I still can't see her eyes and no idea if she's aware of me or not. She must have sensed me, doing the same strange behavior as me.
Her lip snarls up exposing black gums and the metal teeth. Her toes curl up and legs tighten. I can hear her moaning from here. She's about to cum and if she can remember to open her eyes and look for me while she's cumming she might be able to spot me.
She raises her ass up off the seat, biting her bottom lip to the point of bleeding, her whole body shudders. She spreads her legs as far as they can go and a white liquid shoots out of her pussy about three feet at least five or six times.
She opens her eyes suddenly, they are solid yellow with no pupils and scans the room until they focus on me with an enraptured look on her face, mouth open and blood between her teeth. My God, she is so beautiful.
Seeing her nakedness, boldness, and her cumming all over herself and the floor sends me over the edge. My dick explodes into a thick geyser spraying the underside of the table, the floor, and a few feet outside the other side of my table making a large white puddle.
When I open my eyes again the room has returned to normal and the pathway to her has closed again. I zip my pants so quickly that I almost hurt my myself. I stand up to find her. Fighting my way around a girl, she slips and falls in my cum. Normally I would help her back up but I need to find the one I saw before she reverts back to normal in my eyes while I still have a tinge of the feeling left in me of her presence.
No one seemed to have noticed my show except for what I left on the floor. I make my way to her table….she's gone. All that's left is her panties and pants. She apparently left in a hurry leaving them behind, concealing herself only in her long coat.
I pick them up off the floor, rolling them up enough to fit in my inner pocket. I see and smell no trail. Nothing, can't follow her. Is she here watching me or did she leave before she saw me revert back to normal form.
I scan the room one more time then run outside. Nothing but the night, trash blowing in the wind, not even the sound of distant footfalls on the sidewalk.
After a fruitless search I return to my apartment. I pull her clothing out of my coat and smell them deeply. I grow hard again from the strange aroma. Maybe I can use them to find her trail. I'm spent and need sleep now. I'll continue my search for her tomorrow. My dreams might be interesting tonight.
to be continued...
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses you off.
A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for sharing. Damn, what am I doing out here? Clearing my head....I really hate that bitch.
Another car drives by a little too close.
A house with a messy yard to the left and the door wide open, a couple arguing inside loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. I feel like going up there and asking them if they want everybody to hear them. I would never do anything like that. I'm too much of a pussy. Shut the fucking door I think to myself.
Bitch
I can't believe we were best friends growing up. Hell, our parents were too. We were so close everybody just assumed we would get married when we grew up. Now she hates me worse than I hate her. She left for the summer to stay at her cousin's house a couple of years ago and when she came back she was different. I don't know what happened but I could tell as soon as she got back she wasn't the same Autumn. She seemed distant at first then just not interested in anything I had to say. I thought she was going through a phase but it just went downhill from there until she quit talking to me all together.
I found out later the few friends I had were only associated with me because of her. They all dropped me when she quit talking to me. I ended up being dubbed one of the weird kids with no friends and she became one of the most popular in the school. It doesn't hurt that her parents are well off and she developed early with long, thick, dark, hair, beautiful skin, an hourglass figure with big breast. She dresses for show too. Hell, her voice is even sexy.
She started hanging out with a new crowd at school and pretended I didn't exist. Now, she's went from ignoring me to downright hating me. She makes fun of me along with her friends and even tried to get one dude to beat me up.
I tried everything to get my best friend back but she just didn't exist anymore. She was replaced by this demon.
A bird almost shits on me splattering the asphalt next to my foot.
If I had some change I would stop by the store and get a Cherry Coke but I don't so think I'll head home and draw.
No friends. Unlike Autumn never met anybody I felt like hanging out with for any extended amount of time. She made plenty. She's like at the top of the popular kid food chain. Such a bitch.
~~~~~
Had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Laying in the bed doodling in my art pad while watching an old Star Trek rerun on TV. It comes on every night after the news. It's about the only thing I watch religiously other than the Saturday morning cartoons. It's a little after 10:30 pm. The window is open, a somewhat cool breeze blowing in.
Been working on a new character in my art pad. Having a hard time with it but I find it intriguing and can't seem to move on to anything else. It's a female demon. Haven’t made up my mind if she's a succubus yet or not but probably. I feel like I'm connecting with her more each time I draw her.
I wake up around 2 am on the verge of an orgasm. I try to control it, make it stop by thinking of something else. I can't stop it. Damn, I fell to sleep in my clothes again and I can't get my belt unclasped fast enough. Just as I'm unzipping my jeans the first spurt of cum shoots into my underwear. Before I can get them off another eruption soaks me further. I finally get my cum drenched underwear down far enough so I don't squirt in them again....oh shit where am I going to shoot this? The next stream comes out landing on the mattress and blankets. It feels so good I start pumping with my right hand not caring anymore where it lands. I squirt four more times before it subsides. Damn, that felt good. I try to remember what I was dreaming with no luck. Another wet dream. I've had a lot of them lately.
Reality suddenly hits me. It's dark but I'm laying on top of the covers with my pants pulled down to my knees, cum all over the place with the door to my room wide open. I'm lucky my mom hasn't walked in.
I get up, take my cloths off, and wipe up with my shirt. Putting some shorts on I close the door, turn the light on and clean the bed as best I can for now. I take my drenched underwear and put them in a bag hiding them under the bed to deal with in the morning when no one is looking. Once I get everything as clean possible I notice the room smells like sperm. The window is open, hopefully it will air out by morning.
My art pad fell to the floor while I was cleaning the bed. Picking it up I flip to my last drawing. Shit, there's a big stream of cum going across the page. I remember starting the picture but didn't realize I did so much to it. The demon girl is really detailed and moody.....and HOT!!! She almost looks like she's alive and will blink any moment. It's more expressionistic than photo-realistic but very compelling. I can't believe I don't remember finishing it. I wish I hadn't shot fucking cum all over it. This is one I could be proud of but now I'll have to keep it to myself. Not like I have anybody to show anyway. Maybe I'll do another one tomorrow. I leave the pad open and put it under the bed so it will dry and the pages won't stick together.
~~~~~
The next morning I get up earlier than usual so I'll have time to dispose of my underwear before I head out to school. Of course my mom keeps hovering around me. Any other morning she'll leave me alone. Finally with only a few minutes to spare she starts cleaning the house. I run to the back yard with the bag of underwear, throw them in the trash can and set it on fire hoping my mother doesn't look out the window. The fire takes a little longer than expected running me later than usual for school.
~~~~~
I don't see Autumn until leaving 3rd period Science out in the hallway. I make the mistake making eye contact with her. She nudges her friends flanking her and does the pussy lick between the fingers at me then starts laughing. Her friends join her and just as I think I'm free and clear she calls my name. “Jon.” She hasn't called me by my real name in years.
I turn.
“Fuck you queer.” She walks off laughing with her friends. “Did you see that look on his face. He really thought I gave a shit for a second.
Priceless.” Her and her friends laughter fades into the sounds of the other students making their way to class.
She's such a cunt I think to myself. That one really hurt. A lot more than she knows. She made me think of the younger her when she said my name like that. Fuck, I hate that bitch. She knows she got to me that time.
I think back to when we were 7 or 8 years old sitting under the tree behind the church one evening as the cicadas were singing their summer tune.
“We'll always be best friends right Jon?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Her parents pull up to the side of the church honking their horn.
“I gotta go.” She takes off running towards the car, her white dress bouncing with each step. Before she gets half way she turns and runs to me, puts her hand on my face and kisses me on the cheek before going back the car. I feel the heat rush to my face as I blush. It was such a tender moment and one of my favorite memories of us.
I come back to reality when the bell rings. Shit, I'm late for history.
~~~~~
I get home. My mom asks me how my day went and what I burned in the trash. I tell her the first thing that comes to mind. “I was working on a drawing that I kept messing up on and erased part of it so many times that it rubbed a hole in the paper. I got so mad that I burned it.”
She bought it. “You must have really gotten angry with it to want to destroy it. Couldn't you have done the rest of the trash with it?” Jokingly.
I laugh it off and go to the kitchen to get something to snack on then head to my room closing the door.
I work on the demon girl. The longer I draw her the more into it I get until my pencil is flying across the page. I have no idea how much time has passed when I finally look away from the art pad. The only thing on the television is white fuzz. Damn, it's after midnight. As I'm changing into some shorts I realize I'm hard as a rock. That demon really gets me excited. I better take care of this so I don't have another wet dream.
Without thinking about it I pick up the art pad and take it to the bathroom with me locking the door. Setting it on the sink I stare at the demon girl as I masturbate furiously over the toilet. I cum so hard that I can barely walk back to my bedroom carrying my so-called new lover with me.
Looking at her one more time before I fall to sleep I notice a string of cum from one corner of the page to the other. What the fuck? How the hell did I do that? I shot it in the toilet. There's no way. I guess I was slinging it more than I thought. Fuck, I ruined another one. Just as before I slide it under the bed open to dry and go to bed.
~~~~~
I awaken in the dark with arms and legs wrapped around my body. Huge heaving breast shoved into my chest with hard nipples stabbing me. A pelvis thrusting into mine hard and fast making wet sloshing sounds around my dick. Her skin is wet and hot, her breath even hotter against my neck. The wind and rain bursting in from the open window ends the illusion.
I'm standing up in my bed totally nude stroking my cock with both hands, cumming into my art pad. The only light in the room is from the lightning and street light outside.
I'm startled by a pounding at the door. It's my mother.
“Jon...JON!!! Are you okay?”
It takes me a minute to reply. “Yes, I'm fine why?”
“I thought I heard screaming.”
“I'm okay. I was just having a nightmare.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“NO!...no I'm fine. Just need to clear my mind. I'll be okay. Go back to bed.”
“Alright. If you need to talk it's okay.”
“Thanks mom. Good night.”
“I love you Jon.”
“Love you too mom.”
It grows quite. She must have went back to bed.
Turning the light on I look down. My dick is still hard. It looks bigger than I've ever seen it. Maybe because I've never been this hard before. It must be my imagination but it looks a couple of inches longer. Weird.
The rain has subsided to a drizzle, the breeze blowing its scent through the window. I turn to see what I've done to my art pad. There's a new picture of the she-demon covered in sperm. What the hell? I flip the page back to find another one I haven’t seen...and another and another...holy shit there's like ten new drawings in here I don't remember doing, each one covered in cum. I drew ten new drawings of her then ejaculated on every one of them. What the fuck? I'm loosing my mind. I pull each new drawing out and set them under the bed to dry. I can't bear the thought of throwing them away.
I don't bother putting my shorts back on and lay back down in the bed feeling a deep sleep hitting me. Before it takes me over I remember the body that was wrapped around mine. I'm going crazy...so crazy...so hot...so smooth...felt so good…
...My lovely Aatheen…
to be continued...
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
Friday December 9th 1910
A little after 6am.
Paris
Don’t know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I’ve known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It’s not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven’t felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks.
I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to prepare enough clay to start the newest project today.
As I walk I notice the street lamps are still burning even though the sun will soon rise. It’s cold this morning and the sky is spitting snow but not as bad as it was last night. My studio will be nearly freezing until I get some wood in the stove and give it some time to warm up.
I’m not looking forward to today’s job. One of the more well to do citizens wants a nude of his wife. She’s not what I would call pleasant to look at or listen to for that matter. Any mistake I might make could only be an improvement but I’m sure they would take it as an insult.
After arriving and unlocking the door I stand in the bitter cold, my breath forming clouds as I exhale. I love the smell. The smell of clay. Not too many people can pick up on it and the few that do don’t like it, but I do and take a moment to smell it every morning before I grow accustomed to it and start setting up. Not many can say it but I love my work, less so this week but still love it.
With the stove full and burning I step back eyes watering from the smoke and go about setting up for the arrival of today’s model although using that term is really a stretch for her. I go about setting up my tools and rewetting the rags covering the clay to keep it at the consistency I like. When I’m finished the morning sun despite the snow and clouds is casting long shadows through the windows across the tables and floors making the dust particles in the air visible. The heat from the stove is beginning to take the bite out of the air.
Preparing the pedestal where the model will sit I almost wince at the thought of her dusty 100-year-old pussy touching it. I arrange several pie cut shaped pieces of wood by the stool to get her feet and legs in the right position.
Getting everything set in place I check my pocket watch, one more hour until the gargoyle arrives. Not much else to do until then but wait for the room to finish heating up. I’m kind of tired maybe I can take a short nap within that time. There’s a hammock set up not too far from the front window if she should show up I’m ready by the time she comes in.
I lay down and pull the blanket all the way up to my nose. It’s nice and warm and if somebody happens to look in the window I probably won't be seen. I hate sleeping in my cloths, but I won't have time to get dressed from the time I see her until she comes in.
Through the window the streets become busier the later it gets. Just as I’m about to fall to sleep I notice a girl sitting on the steps in front of the book store across the street. She’s all bundled up but still cold from the looks of her. Her cheeks are flush and the rest of her face is pale with almost bluish lips. Even through the coat she wears I can tell she’s shivering. She begins rocking back and forth. The sun has crept back into the clouds and the snow has went from spitting to a slow steady. Why doesn’t she go inside or back home? She’ll catch her death out there?
Another 30 minutes pass and she doesn’t leave. She’s freezing and nobody seems to notice or care. I can’t take it anymore. I get out from under the blanket and stand up. The room has gotten considerably warmer. I walk to the front door, open it and step outside. The temperature has dropped considerably with the steady snowfall. Doesn’t look like the sun will be visiting us again today.
I walk across the street to the steps she’s sitting on. She has her head down and doesn’t seem to notice me.
“Mam?” She didn’t notice me.
“Mam?”
She looks up a little startled.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Just figuring out where I’m going from here,” she answers a little embarrassed.
“While you’re thinking it over would you like to wait in my studio? I have the stove going and It’s nice and warm,” I ask her.
“No thank you, I don’t want bother you sir.”
“It’s not a bother. A client is coming and I can’t concentrate worrying about you freezing to death out here. So, you’ll be doing us both a favor if you just come in until you get things sorted out.”
“Thank you sir. I’ll stay out or your way. You won't even know I’m there.”
I help her up. She’s so stiff and has a hard time walking. I wrap one arm behind her and hold her wrist with my other hand guiding her into my studio. When I open the door the heat rushes to welcome her. The snowflakes on her cloths and hair melt quickly and dampen her clothes.
“You better let me take your coat and hat so I can set them next to the stove to dry. I can pull a chair close to it so you can warm up faster if you would like.”
“That would be nice,” she says.
I grab a chair from under one of my work tables. I almost forget to clean the tools off it first then put it a safe distance from the flames.
She seems nervous and I don’t blame her. She doesn’t know me from Adam. I could be a slasher for all she knows.
I hold out my hand. She looks confused for a moment, then unbutton her coat and slides it down her arms and hands it to me followed by her hat releasing a long mane of beautiful blond hair that ends just above waist. Straight and shiny. She’s not homeless, her cloths are too nice and she’s very well maintained. I decide not to ask any questions and just let her relax.
Damn, I almost forgot about my appointment. I look at the time. She will be here any minute.
I spend the next hour getting to know my quest while waiting on my extremely late client. I find out she caught her husband cheating on her and now had nowhere to go. The only family she has are in the United States so she doesn’t know what she is going to do until she can contact them. I tell her she can stay in the back overnight if she needs to. She seems like a nice girl in a bad situation.
It’s been several hours now and the wicked witch is still a no-show.
I find out my guest’s name is Autumn, a beautiful name. She’s barely over five feet tall. Her eye’s are bright green like the new grass that grows after a fire. Medium size full lips with a distinctive nose. Milky white skin. Kind of hard to tell what kind of body she has for her dress is pretty thick and layered.
We talk for an hour or so learning about each others childhoods, favorite foods, hobbies when I realize how much time has passed. The hag isn’t going to show.
“My model isn’t going to make it”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s almost noon and I haven’t heard anything from anybody about her, not that I was looking forward to her company but I needed the money. Things have been tough lately and I’ve not had enough commissions to make the bills for the month.”
“Are commissions the only way you make money?”
“No, they are my biggest source of income but I also sale non-commission pieces as well.”
I could tell she was contemplating something other than her current situation.
After a few moments of silence she says “Would it help if I modeled for you? I’m very shy but you’ve been so helpful to me and I have no other way to repay you.”
“You don’t have to repay me. Things will work out somehow.”
“I insist. I know how sculptors work somewhat and you despise a day without being productive. I can’t pose nude, I’m just not that comfortable with my body.
“I appreciate your offer but I have no interest in sculpting the clothed figure. You needn’t worry yourself with my current situation.”
“What if I were to disrobe but covered myself with a blanket exposing only my backside. Could you work with that?”
“Alright you talked me into it. I have nothing else planned for the day and I should do something productive like you said.”
“We’ll begin after we have dinner.”
After dinner I get everything set up for my new model. She reluctantly goes behind the Shoji Screen to disrobe. I must admit I’m curious about what she looks like “al naturale” even though I know I won't find out.
It didn’t take me very long to get everything set up for Autumn because I had everything I needed set up for the other model. I spray the clay one more time.
A few moments later Autumn steps out from the blind with a blanket wrapped around her just under her arms. All I can see of her nakedness is her head, shoulders, and arms. Her hair is loosely tied with a few strands hanging in her face. She’s adorable. With an embarrassed look on her face I show her to the pedestal. Not needing the foot holders I remove them. She sits down on the stool. I rotate the platform under her until the light catches her just right then stop it.
The sudden stopping causes the blanket to fall in the back exposing her body all the way down to top of her butt crack. She still holds it in the front just above her shoulders. Looking a little uncomfortable she does nothing to cover her exposed rump.
“Are you still comfortable with this?” I ask her.
“Yes, I want to do this.”
I pull out the first handful of clay and throw it on the banding wheel then add some more to it. When there is a significant amount I start pounding it into the general shape of my model, spraying it with water from time to time.
She seems a little uncomfortable but patient and hasn’t said a word so far since I started. I tell her she can talk if she wants, that it wont disturb me. She sits quietly for a little while longer.
“Is it alright if I move? My nose itches.” almost embarrassed.
“No problem. You don’t have to sit still. You can even get up and walk around if you want. Your movement betrays a lot of your personality to the sculpture, helps me to understand you better.”
“Interesting, I thought I would have to sit so still that I would get sore.”
“Some sculptors are that way but I guess I’m kind of like Rodin in that aspect.”
I notice after a while her exposed skin is glistening. It’s pretty warm in here and she’s probably burning up under the blanket. I think about asking her if she would like me to crack a window but the thought of her sweating excited me to the point of keeping my silence. More time goes by as I get the overall shape of her body copied. Sweat is dripping down her arms and I’m sure she’s even wetter under that blanket. God, I’m terrible.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” I ask, trying to take my mind off of my guilt.
“No, go ahead it won't bother me.”
I get up, find my pipe, go over to the stove, and reach in with the tongs for a small enough coal to light my pipe with. Once I get it going I check to see if she’s looking and throw in another piece of wood then head back to my seat.
The blanket has dropped a few inches exposing the very top of her cleavage. From what I can see she has some magnificent breast. She’s drenched with sweat.
She glances at the work I’ve done so far.
“I’ve noticed you’re sculpting me nude, no blanket.”
“I decided I didn’t want to mess with the folds in the blanket. I hope that is okay.”
“I don’t mind. You really got close to what my body looks like without seeing it.”
“Your overall shape is visible, I just filled in the blanks”
“This blanket almost seems useless with your imagination and skills. Even so I’m starting to feel more comfortable.”
Reaching down with her free arm she pulls the blanket off her legs and lets it fall between them exposing her wet skin all the way up to her lower pelvis spreading her legs a little matching my image of her. She lets it drop a little in the front to just above her nipples. Her body is a sight to behold.
Is it my imagination or are her legs slowly spreading? They are further apart than they were moments ago because I can see a shadow between her legs and the cover that wasn’t there before.
I tell her “I need some more light facing you I’ll be right back.”
I return with a mirror and aim it using the light from the window behind her to where I will be able to see what that shadow is hiding. Her legs seem more spread than they were. It might me a subconscious reaction to the heat and the sweat dripping between her legs. I angle the mirror a little more and there it is…..so beautiful, her pussy and she has no idea I can see it. I feel my dick start to grow and tighten my pants. This is so HOT!!! I haven’t been with another woman in over a year. I’m not planning on pursuing this one but I would like to gaze upon here nakedness and immortalize it, but not with my imagination. I want to see her entire body bare in its magnificence and recreate it in clay.
I can feel the effects of the last piece of wood I threw into the stove. It’s really getting hot in here. I’m sweating now and my shirt is getting damp. I can’t believe she hasn’t said anything about it yet.
Do my eyes deceive me? Her pussy is wet, I mean really wet, it’s dripping. I can see a long string of sticky fluid extending between her pussy lips and the stool underneath her. That’s not sweat, her pussy is soaking. I notice her breathing is a little more pronounced. Maybe it’s the heat, her being nude under that blanket with a fully clothed man standing so close to her but she’s getting excited.
Maybe if I leave the room she’ll drop the blanket momentarily to cool off until I get back. I might just catch a glimpse. I ask if she needs to go to the facilities located next door.
“No thank you.”
“I just saw somebody that knows my client that didn’t show pass by the window. I need to speak to them. I’ll be back in 15 or 20 minutes. Just relax until I get back.”
I lied. I didn’t see anybody or even went next door. I head behind the shop to the back door which leads into my storage room. The only thing separating that from the studio is a thick curtain hanging in the doorway. Creeping in as quiet as a church mouse to the curtain, I pull it back to take a peek. From this vantage point I can still only see her back but from the other side. She still had it covering her front I guess because of the occasional passerby outside the windows although they would have to press their eyes up against the glass to see anyone inside.
She takes a deep breath and slumps a little. A few seconds later she stands grasping the blanket in front but letting it drop in the back exposing her whole backside. Her ass is really nice. Slightly larger than I’ve seen on someone her size, very round with a slight jiggle when she walks. In contrast her waist was tiny giving her an almost exaggerated hourglass figure. Her skin milky white like her face and shoulder especially on her bare ass.
When she takes a step she almost trips over the blanket in front of her but quickly compensates. She inspects my sculpture of her. I can’t read her expression but it changes and she reaches out and touches the wet clay of her likeness, rubs it then draws back to sniff her fingers. Very strange, she places her fingers in her mouth to tastes them. She breathes in deeply and sits on the stool I was sitting on with her fingers still in her mouth.
Looking conflicted she scans the windows then the door. She drops her guard, pulls her fingers out of her mouth and puts them under the blanket between her legs. OH MY GOD!!! Is she touching herself? She is. She closes her eyes, mouth open just slightly and starts rubbing herself slowly. Her other hand still holding the blanket over her chest drops enough that one of her plump breast plops out with a jiggle. My dick rapidly grows hard staring at her heaving breast, it’s big pink nipple staring right at me fully erect. She opens her eyes again looking at my sculpture fixedly. She’s masturbating to my sculpture of her. That’s so hot!!! I can tell she’s trying to hurry before I get back. ”Take your time my sweet. I won't come back until you’re finished up.” I whisper.
She spreads her legs as wide as she can, her pussy is still covered by the gyrating blanket. She drops the blanket over her one hidden breast so the hand covering it could join the other one at her crotch. Now I can see both her tits jiggling in unison. Her breathing increases. What a sight, her glistening, bouncing tits.
I still can’t see her pussy but it looks like one of her hands is sliding in and out of her pussy while the other one massages her clit under the wadded up blanket. Damn, I’m so excited I feel like I’m going to cum in my pants. I’ve never seen anything like this.
Her movement and breathing increase to a frenzied pace. Her hand appears from under the blanket grabbing it and throws it to the floor by her feet then quickly her hand returns to her clit. I can hear the wet sloshing sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She’s getting close to cumming and is to the point that she doesn’t care if I or anybody else sees her. She lifts her ass up off my stool and starts bucking it into the air.
She stops moving for a second, and pulls her wet fingers out of her pussy still massaging her clit with the other. Her whole body tightens up and she let’s out a loud moan as she arches up on her toes and starts shaking as a long milky white liquid shoots out of her pussy a couple of feet, some of it hitting my sculpture but most of it hitting her legs and the floor. A second arc comes out with a little less force dripping down the stool and her legs, the a third coating her legs and dripping down to her calves and feet.
Sitting there for a moment small tremors course through her body, the after effects of her orgasm.
My dick lurches in my pants as my balls draw up. Holy shit I’m about to cum. I can’t let this happen. I don’t have another change of cloths and she’ll know that I was spying on her if I come back with my pants soaked with cum. I force myself to look away from this pale angel and try to think of something else. I feel my sperm get almost all the way to the tip of my cock and lurch a couple of times. It feels good but I don’t think I came. Damn I hope I didn’t cum. It sure felt good but I don’t feel wet. I step back and pull out my still hard dick and check my underwear. A couple of drops but that is it. I squeeze the base and run it up to the tip to make sure it’s empty. A thin string comes out and slowly stretches to the floor and breaks. I do it again, this time only a couple of drips, then one more time…..empty. Damn that was close.
I peek thru the curtain again. She’s just sitting there breathing hard, face aiming at the ceiling with her eyes closed. Back leaned against the wall, legs still spread, pussy dripping a small trickle now. Her whole body looking spent from her massive orgasm and covered in sweat.
I didn’t notice until now that her pussy is smooth and hairless. I’ve never seen or heard of that before. She seems so different, so exotic.
Suddenly she leaps up like a bolt of lightning, looks at the window then the door in a panic. Even though it's only been around 10 minutes she must have lost track of how much time has passed and worrying I’ll come in any moment. In a hurry she looks around at her mess all over the stool and floor, then for something to clean it with. The only rags I have out are covering unused clay. The rest is under the sink and in the back but she doesn’t know that. Grabbing the blanket she starts mopping the floor and stool with it. Running back to her pedestal she covers herself back up with it and assumes her earlier pose.
It’s time for me to come back. I wait for my hard-on to subside a little, it won't go completely away. Buttoning my pants up, I straighten myself up and head back. This will be interesting.
to be continued...
