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 that 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 that 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 and big breasts. She dresses for show too. Hell, her voice is even sexy.
In 1981 about the time we turned sixteen she started hanging out with a new crowd at high 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, I 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. Lying in the bed, doodling in my art pad, while watching an old Star Trek re-run 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 10:30pm. 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 2am 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 about with no luck. Another wet dream. I've had a lot of them lately.
Reality suddenly hits me. It's dark but I'm lying 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 clothes 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 wont 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, making me later than usual for school.
I don't see Autumn until leaving 3rd period Science, out in the hall way. I make the mistake making eye contact with her. She nudges the 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 pulled 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 back to me, putting her hand on my face and kissing me on the cheek, before going back the car. I feel the heat rush to my face as I blush. It's 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?" She asks 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 breasts 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 covered in sweat 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 quiet. She must have gone 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 losing 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...
Erotic Horror - The Paper Demon
Re: Erotic Horror - The Paper Demon
Last-night I discovered something very disturbing about myself. I either I have a serious sleepwalking problem or I'm being possessed. I don't really believe in possession so it must be a sleeping disorder. The weird thing about it is I know it stems from what I'm drawing and I also know full well I'm going to draw it again tonight. I can't help myself. I'm compelled to. Whatever the outcome good or bad I'm still going to do it because I can't stop. After a week or so the seriousness of the situation wears off until it just becomes a curiosity.
~~~~~
The next few weeks are pretty uneventful. On a Saturday I ask my mom if she can take me to the store to get a new art pad. I finished the old one off the night before, it was so frustrating not being able to draw "her". I almost started drawing on notebook paper, but I couldn't bare the thought of the blue lines going through her.
We get back from the art store around 3 pm, I go right to my room and start drawing. I bought some charcoal this time to see if I could add more depth to my drawings.
Before I know it, it's 8 pm, getting dark, and I've already finished the first page. The demon almost looks sad in this picture. She's nude as usual but solemn. Most of my other pics of her she's making a very seductive expression. Don't get me wrong, she's sexy as hell even sad. I get hard every time I draw her and I bet I've masturbated 4 or 5 times a day since the first picture. Haven't had no more wet dreams or woke up thinking someone was wrapped around me since last month.
School hasn't been too bad. No run-ins with Autumn. I've seen her a few times from far away, but no eye contact; so no trouble. I can't believe I have to avoid her. Bitch.
I'm about halfway through this art pad now. Going at this rate I'll be finishing one a week.
~~~~~
I've walked down this road a thousand times and I've never seen that. It's got to be new, but when would they have built it? I go through here nearly every day and saw no construction. Where the old oak tree had been chopped down when I was a kid, there is a black object attached to the old stump. Short in the front and tall in the back, with a rounded hole in the middle. Nobody around right now, I step off the road, into the grass. No sign of tools or equipment....wait a minute. The closer I get to this thing, it doesn't even look man made. It looks like it grew out of the stump. Instead of a hard synthetic surface like I thought before, getting a closer look, it seems organic, but it's black. Short nubs that might be the beginnings of limbs growing in random areas. I walk around it again to examine the opening. The only part of the whole thing that isn't smooth. It's actually quite bumpy. Like an idiot I reach in to touch it to see what it feels like. When my hand makes contact something sighs and the surface moves from within, scaring the shit out of me.
It sounded feminine but..... "Jon, touch me again. Pull me from this stupor." It was so faint, I'm not sure If I even heard or imagined it.
I'm freaking out now. "Did you.....is there somebody in there?"
"I need you to touch me again. I can't seem to wake up"
I start to back off.
"No, please help me. I just need you to wake me up. Please. I promise I wont hurt you. I couldn't if I wanted to. I'm too weak and you mean so much to me."
Weighing my choices something compels me to help. Curiosity for one, but something else altogether. Something familiar. I'm such a dumb-ass. I reach into the large hole and touch what feels like slimy snakes but different; more animated than alive. Trailing my hand upwards where they converge my finger enters an opening.
"Ahhhhhh" the voice whispers.
The mass shudders. The hole is wet, hot, and tightens around my finger as I try to pull it out. The suction is powerful; the more I pull the stronger it becomes and instead pulls me in further up to the wrist. There's moments when it seems to weaken and I can almost get my hand out, then the suction amps up again, sucking me in further. My arm is buried almost to mid-forearm now. I'm starting to panic. It's taking all my strength to remain stationary and I'm already so tired, my legs are shaking. An occasional car drives by on the road behind me, but my yells are unheard or ignored. I hope this thing doesn't try to pull me all the way in or even worse; there's something down in there waiting to maul me.
The worst things run through my mind as my energy and strength falter. With one last show of strength I yank with everything I've got. I free my hand to the first knuckle then get sucked back in. We repeat this several times as the voice starts moaning and the opening leaks a whitish, semi-opaque liquid. Putting both my feet up on the mass, my arm gets sucked in passed my elbow. I yank one more time with all I've got and finally free myself, flying through the air from the inertia of the release, a long string of the liquid connected to my hand from the opening. The mass shakes violently, the nubs thrashing, as the voice from within screams "YES, YES, YES........" over and over again until everything settles down. The object quits moving and the voice is silent.
My head still spinning, I sit upright and look at my hand. Other than it tingling and being covered in a slippery liquid, everything seems.....wait a minute, I have about fifteen or sixteen tiny puncture marks spread all over the part that was sucked in. Already black veins are showing from each puncture leading up the arm. It feels like an itching, almost as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin towards my heart. When they reach it, my vision goes blurry, and my heart grows cold, really cold. Feels like it's cracking and stops.....I fall over. My head hitting the ground a second time, but this time I'm greeted with blackness.
When I wake, the first thing I think of is I'm not dead. Then I think it must have been a dream but no, I still have the marks on my arms, although they've healed to scabs now. The clear liquid is gone, but the weird tree is still there, except it isn't weird anymore, just looks like an old dead tree now, sitting totally still.
I get up, brush myself off and head to the road leading home. The heat is really brutal and it seems worse since the incident, like my pores have closed up and I can't sweat, even though I'm covered in it.
The same phrase keeps repeating in my mind, "If you want to see me, look into the dark."
My head is pounding, like it has a heartbeat of it's own. It's excruciating. I just need to lay down, get out of the heat. Damn, I hope mom has the air on today. It's so fucking hot. My stomach cramps and I dry-heave. The back of my throat taste like ink or poison. A convulsion hits, knocking me forward onto the hot asphalt, burning my cheek. I get up with, a stream of spit stretching from my lip to the road. Barely standing, head still exploding, I'm not going to make it home. Barely making it to the side of the road I fall again, this time face first in the dirt. It actually feels good. I'm blacking out. Anything would be better than this pain....I'm just going to take a nap for a moment, then I'll be okay.
"If you want to see me, look into the dark."
About ten feet from me is a stop sign, in the shadow cast by it......it's her, my Aatheen. So beautiful she is. I wish I could go to her, but I can no longer move. She can't leave the shadow, but luckily with the sun descending to the west, the shadow draws closer. Maybe in another ten or so minutes. I'm just going to close my eyes until then.
Before I lose conciseness someone takes my hand.
~~~~~
"Jon...Jon!!!"
"What?" I say, a little startled.
It's my mom, staring at me like I have three heads. TV's blaring. I notice it's dark outside. What time is it I wonder? How long have I been sitting here?
"Are you okay? You've been sitting there like a zombie for hours."
"Um...I'm okay. Just tired I guess. Think I'll go to bed."
"Want me to fix you something eat?"
"What's gotten into you? You hardly ever cook anymore."
"Just thought I'd ask. You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm okay mom. Just tired. Thanks though. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Sweet dreams."
"You too."
I go into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I turn the radio on, lay on the bed, opening my art pad, grabbing some charcoal. A few minutes later it hits me. How the hell did I end up here? The last thing I remember before my mother yelled at me in the living room...I was laying in the dirt on the side of the street, blacking out. The holes in my arm...just little blue dots now. Looks like I poked myself with a ballpoint pen. Damn, I'm still not right. Am I dreaming this stuff up? That wouldn't explain the marks on my arms.
I start sketching. I'm not going to read too deep into this. There's nothing I can do about it anyway. I'm not going to a doctor, which will either put me on meds or send me to a psychologist or both. I'm not taking a chance on becoming someones lab rat or taking something that might affect my creativity. I don't use drugs and I know I'm not dreaming this shit up. I always thought there was more to this world than what we see and now I think it may be proven to me. I'm seeing where this leads.
Each drawing turns out better than the last. Aatheen...my dark nightmarish lover. You're more beautiful each time I see you.
~~~~~
The house is dark. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus. It's still really hard to see but I can make out shapes. Getting out of bed...there's debris all over the floor wherever I step. Feels like paper and something wet and slippery. I call for my mother to make sure she is okay, but I somehow know she's not going to answer. She's not here, at least not in this here. This is our house but very different. Someone may be here but It won't be my mother.
There's a faint sound down the hallway coming from my mothers room. Heading towards it I slide in the slippery substance. Bending down to see what it is. I realize I'm nude with an erection. It's harder than ever and looks like it's grown another inch. At this rate of growth I'll never be able to have sex in a month or so, I'll be too big to fit all of it into anyone. The slippery substance is all over the carpet and soaked through. Damn, I'm so horny I can't think straight, fighting the urge to touch myself. I know if I do I wont stop with this new amped up sex drive.
Getting closer to the bedroom the sound becomes clearer. It's moaning and gasping with a wet sloshing sound. A wave of the liquid soaking the carpet washes across my feet to my ankles followed by another moan. What the hell is this? It's hot and slick with a musky smell...it's making my head swim. My dick is throbbing and dripping. Fighting the urge to cum with each step. In the doorway to the bedroom now another wave of hot liquid hits my feet and ankles followed by another gasp. There's a dark form on the bed moving rhythmically. Tiny hot droplets hit my face from across the room. The form tenses up, another wave hits my legs followed by another long moan.
"I can't stop Jon." The strange female voice says. 'Oh Demonith, I'm cumming again...AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhmmmmm...." then the sloshing again and another flood hits me. Oh my Gawd, I think this may be her. I can't see very well but the feel is her. Shit, every time she cums she floods the whole house...Fuck, I should be scared but I'm about to cum. Every hair on my body is standing on edge. My nerves so sensitive.
"Everything is making me cum. The air from the fan...the feel of the blankets on my bare skin...the smell of my cum...oh hell, I'm cumming again....FFFFFFFUUUUUUUccccccckkkkkk...........!!!" Another flood, the smell again, the sound, so hot...
"Oh my Jon, you need to cum. Come spray your seed inside me...please."
"I can't...I won't...damn..." is all I can say. It takes all my strength not to jump on top of her and fuck her like I want to...like I need too"
She screams again and sprays me from head to toe this time. The heat is more than I can take, feeling my dick lurch and go numb as a huge rope of sperm shoots out of me across the room followed by another. I collapse on the soaked carpet cumming again. . "Please my love. Come fuck me, don't waste your seed on the floor. Give it to m...m...meeeeeee....I'M CUMMING..." spraying my back and ass. The carpet's so slick I start fucking it. With each thrust I draw closer to her until...I'm in her reach. She grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me on to the bed up over her. Shit, I can see her now. She holds me above her two or three feet. Her veins faintly glow under her skin, brighter in her breast and between her legs, mouth and eyes. She's strong. I can tell she could rip me in half with a thought but I'm not scared, not at the moment anyway. The only thing I have on my mind is fucking her and I don't care if I die doing it.
My dick looks like it's grown another inch and it's thicker too. It's so big now it reaches my chest and it hurts like the skin is going to rip. "I'm ready...I need inside you...I don't care if you kill me...just let me fuck you."
"Oh my sweet Jon. I would never kill you. You're my love, but my sweet...loving me does have a price."
I reach out and grab her. She lowers me between her legs. "I don't care about the price." I say, just as the head of my dick slides inside. As soon as it slips in she cums flooding me with hot liquid and I bury it all the way in. I can't believe she can take it but take she does and then some as she cums again. She opens her mouth and buries her tongue so deep in mine I can't breath, not like she's kissing but actually sampling me, maybe even infecting me. Like I said I don't care what she does, to be inside her is all I need.
It's not how I thought it would be. Instead of me pumping her, her pussy pumps me, it pulls me so deep then pushes me back out. Her tits are so huge, her nipples actually burning me. I look down where they touched, the burn marks are glowing like embers. I see my cock as it slides out, my veins are glowing and spreading up my body just like hers. She orgasms again as she screams and growls while her body bucks and gushes.
She starts chanting or speaking in some foreign language somehow with her tongue still buried in me. It sounds like the words are coming from me, deep inside me and coming out of my mouth, my pores, ears, nose, even my dick and ass. The vibration they cause resonates in my balls, they hum and scream...damn, it's going to make me cum, explode like I never have. This may be my end when I blow this load. All of me will come out me, out of the head of my dick inside her. She'll consume me.
She's stops moving. Lays perfectly still. I can hear my heartbeat and hers beating individually at first then slowly the same, they beat as one. Her body burns. She says "I must ask you, is this what you want? If you cum in me, if you give me your seed we'll form a Pact, a Pact we can never break. You'll belong to me."
"I've belonged to you for months now. I don't care now. Just let me cum inside you. I'll be yours forever body and soul. Just let me have you this once, that's all I need."
"Oh, my silly man. It won't be this once. You'll be fucking me for an eternity. You'll never leave...me."
I don't let her finish. I'm pounding her with everything I've got. My dick is engorged and burning ready to spew.
"Yes Jon yes...fuck me. Give me your seed! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS........." she screams. "Fuck me like the slut I am, like the whore you want me to be."
I slap her face as hard as I can, then with my dick still inside I stand up on the bed, her head still on the pillow her ass held high above. I spit on my cock, I spit on her glowing tits and her face as I fuck her, giving her all I got.
"I'm about to cum you cunt. I don't give a fuck what happens to me but right now you're mine" Grabbing her hair and yanking her up, I shove her head into the wall, the Sheetrock cracks. Shoving my dick so far inside her it would kill a normal girl but not her, she takes it."
"You're about to cum." She holds my face "Look in my eyes when you do it. It will make it complete."
I headbutt her in the mouth and shove my dick in hard. "OH FUCK!"
"Yes, do it. Cum in my cunt." She screams as she spreads her legs as far as they'll go. She bites my cheek and gives it a rip then she cums right before I do, soaking me, a hot waterfall down my legs to the bed.
When I cum I open my eyes. She looks deep inside me. Almost sad, like I fucked up. I slap her again as I spew into her hot cunt as she sprays onto me and I gush into her and down her legs. I gush into her more times than I can count until there's nothing left, of me or anything else. Did I shoot out my soul, I wonder because I've never been so spent.
"You're mine sweet lover, forever. Don't worry, you wont regret. Things won't be bad for you, just different.
Barely able to stay awake I collapse into her arms. She lifts me up and carries me to my bed. "When you wake up this wont seem like a dream. You'll remember it all and you'll have purpose like never before."
Just before I black out she climbs on top of me and starts fucking me again. "When you wake up I'll be gone but you'll see me soon. I promise you'll be a new man." She cums then I go to sleep. The sleep of demons.
~~~~~
The next few weeks are pretty uneventful. On a Saturday I ask my mom if she can take me to the store to get a new art pad. I finished the old one off the night before, it was so frustrating not being able to draw "her". I almost started drawing on notebook paper, but I couldn't bare the thought of the blue lines going through her.
We get back from the art store around 3 pm, I go right to my room and start drawing. I bought some charcoal this time to see if I could add more depth to my drawings.
Before I know it, it's 8 pm, getting dark, and I've already finished the first page. The demon almost looks sad in this picture. She's nude as usual but solemn. Most of my other pics of her she's making a very seductive expression. Don't get me wrong, she's sexy as hell even sad. I get hard every time I draw her and I bet I've masturbated 4 or 5 times a day since the first picture. Haven't had no more wet dreams or woke up thinking someone was wrapped around me since last month.
School hasn't been too bad. No run-ins with Autumn. I've seen her a few times from far away, but no eye contact; so no trouble. I can't believe I have to avoid her. Bitch.
I'm about halfway through this art pad now. Going at this rate I'll be finishing one a week.
~~~~~
I've walked down this road a thousand times and I've never seen that. It's got to be new, but when would they have built it? I go through here nearly every day and saw no construction. Where the old oak tree had been chopped down when I was a kid, there is a black object attached to the old stump. Short in the front and tall in the back, with a rounded hole in the middle. Nobody around right now, I step off the road, into the grass. No sign of tools or equipment....wait a minute. The closer I get to this thing, it doesn't even look man made. It looks like it grew out of the stump. Instead of a hard synthetic surface like I thought before, getting a closer look, it seems organic, but it's black. Short nubs that might be the beginnings of limbs growing in random areas. I walk around it again to examine the opening. The only part of the whole thing that isn't smooth. It's actually quite bumpy. Like an idiot I reach in to touch it to see what it feels like. When my hand makes contact something sighs and the surface moves from within, scaring the shit out of me.
It sounded feminine but..... "Jon, touch me again. Pull me from this stupor." It was so faint, I'm not sure If I even heard or imagined it.
I'm freaking out now. "Did you.....is there somebody in there?"
"I need you to touch me again. I can't seem to wake up"
I start to back off.
"No, please help me. I just need you to wake me up. Please. I promise I wont hurt you. I couldn't if I wanted to. I'm too weak and you mean so much to me."
Weighing my choices something compels me to help. Curiosity for one, but something else altogether. Something familiar. I'm such a dumb-ass. I reach into the large hole and touch what feels like slimy snakes but different; more animated than alive. Trailing my hand upwards where they converge my finger enters an opening.
"Ahhhhhh" the voice whispers.
The mass shudders. The hole is wet, hot, and tightens around my finger as I try to pull it out. The suction is powerful; the more I pull the stronger it becomes and instead pulls me in further up to the wrist. There's moments when it seems to weaken and I can almost get my hand out, then the suction amps up again, sucking me in further. My arm is buried almost to mid-forearm now. I'm starting to panic. It's taking all my strength to remain stationary and I'm already so tired, my legs are shaking. An occasional car drives by on the road behind me, but my yells are unheard or ignored. I hope this thing doesn't try to pull me all the way in or even worse; there's something down in there waiting to maul me.
The worst things run through my mind as my energy and strength falter. With one last show of strength I yank with everything I've got. I free my hand to the first knuckle then get sucked back in. We repeat this several times as the voice starts moaning and the opening leaks a whitish, semi-opaque liquid. Putting both my feet up on the mass, my arm gets sucked in passed my elbow. I yank one more time with all I've got and finally free myself, flying through the air from the inertia of the release, a long string of the liquid connected to my hand from the opening. The mass shakes violently, the nubs thrashing, as the voice from within screams "YES, YES, YES........" over and over again until everything settles down. The object quits moving and the voice is silent.
My head still spinning, I sit upright and look at my hand. Other than it tingling and being covered in a slippery liquid, everything seems.....wait a minute, I have about fifteen or sixteen tiny puncture marks spread all over the part that was sucked in. Already black veins are showing from each puncture leading up the arm. It feels like an itching, almost as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin towards my heart. When they reach it, my vision goes blurry, and my heart grows cold, really cold. Feels like it's cracking and stops.....I fall over. My head hitting the ground a second time, but this time I'm greeted with blackness.
When I wake, the first thing I think of is I'm not dead. Then I think it must have been a dream but no, I still have the marks on my arms, although they've healed to scabs now. The clear liquid is gone, but the weird tree is still there, except it isn't weird anymore, just looks like an old dead tree now, sitting totally still.
I get up, brush myself off and head to the road leading home. The heat is really brutal and it seems worse since the incident, like my pores have closed up and I can't sweat, even though I'm covered in it.
The same phrase keeps repeating in my mind, "If you want to see me, look into the dark."
My head is pounding, like it has a heartbeat of it's own. It's excruciating. I just need to lay down, get out of the heat. Damn, I hope mom has the air on today. It's so fucking hot. My stomach cramps and I dry-heave. The back of my throat taste like ink or poison. A convulsion hits, knocking me forward onto the hot asphalt, burning my cheek. I get up with, a stream of spit stretching from my lip to the road. Barely standing, head still exploding, I'm not going to make it home. Barely making it to the side of the road I fall again, this time face first in the dirt. It actually feels good. I'm blacking out. Anything would be better than this pain....I'm just going to take a nap for a moment, then I'll be okay.
"If you want to see me, look into the dark."
About ten feet from me is a stop sign, in the shadow cast by it......it's her, my Aatheen. So beautiful she is. I wish I could go to her, but I can no longer move. She can't leave the shadow, but luckily with the sun descending to the west, the shadow draws closer. Maybe in another ten or so minutes. I'm just going to close my eyes until then.
Before I lose conciseness someone takes my hand.
~~~~~
"Jon...Jon!!!"
"What?" I say, a little startled.
It's my mom, staring at me like I have three heads. TV's blaring. I notice it's dark outside. What time is it I wonder? How long have I been sitting here?
"Are you okay? You've been sitting there like a zombie for hours."
"Um...I'm okay. Just tired I guess. Think I'll go to bed."
"Want me to fix you something eat?"
"What's gotten into you? You hardly ever cook anymore."
"Just thought I'd ask. You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm okay mom. Just tired. Thanks though. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Sweet dreams."
"You too."
I go into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I turn the radio on, lay on the bed, opening my art pad, grabbing some charcoal. A few minutes later it hits me. How the hell did I end up here? The last thing I remember before my mother yelled at me in the living room...I was laying in the dirt on the side of the street, blacking out. The holes in my arm...just little blue dots now. Looks like I poked myself with a ballpoint pen. Damn, I'm still not right. Am I dreaming this stuff up? That wouldn't explain the marks on my arms.
I start sketching. I'm not going to read too deep into this. There's nothing I can do about it anyway. I'm not going to a doctor, which will either put me on meds or send me to a psychologist or both. I'm not taking a chance on becoming someones lab rat or taking something that might affect my creativity. I don't use drugs and I know I'm not dreaming this shit up. I always thought there was more to this world than what we see and now I think it may be proven to me. I'm seeing where this leads.
Each drawing turns out better than the last. Aatheen...my dark nightmarish lover. You're more beautiful each time I see you.
~~~~~
The house is dark. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus. It's still really hard to see but I can make out shapes. Getting out of bed...there's debris all over the floor wherever I step. Feels like paper and something wet and slippery. I call for my mother to make sure she is okay, but I somehow know she's not going to answer. She's not here, at least not in this here. This is our house but very different. Someone may be here but It won't be my mother.
There's a faint sound down the hallway coming from my mothers room. Heading towards it I slide in the slippery substance. Bending down to see what it is. I realize I'm nude with an erection. It's harder than ever and looks like it's grown another inch. At this rate of growth I'll never be able to have sex in a month or so, I'll be too big to fit all of it into anyone. The slippery substance is all over the carpet and soaked through. Damn, I'm so horny I can't think straight, fighting the urge to touch myself. I know if I do I wont stop with this new amped up sex drive.
Getting closer to the bedroom the sound becomes clearer. It's moaning and gasping with a wet sloshing sound. A wave of the liquid soaking the carpet washes across my feet to my ankles followed by another moan. What the hell is this? It's hot and slick with a musky smell...it's making my head swim. My dick is throbbing and dripping. Fighting the urge to cum with each step. In the doorway to the bedroom now another wave of hot liquid hits my feet and ankles followed by another gasp. There's a dark form on the bed moving rhythmically. Tiny hot droplets hit my face from across the room. The form tenses up, another wave hits my legs followed by another long moan.
"I can't stop Jon." The strange female voice says. 'Oh Demonith, I'm cumming again...AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhmmmmm...." then the sloshing again and another flood hits me. Oh my Gawd, I think this may be her. I can't see very well but the feel is her. Shit, every time she cums she floods the whole house...Fuck, I should be scared but I'm about to cum. Every hair on my body is standing on edge. My nerves so sensitive.
"Everything is making me cum. The air from the fan...the feel of the blankets on my bare skin...the smell of my cum...oh hell, I'm cumming again....FFFFFFFUUUUUUUccccccckkkkkk...........!!!" Another flood, the smell again, the sound, so hot...
"Oh my Jon, you need to cum. Come spray your seed inside me...please."
"I can't...I won't...damn..." is all I can say. It takes all my strength not to jump on top of her and fuck her like I want to...like I need too"
She screams again and sprays me from head to toe this time. The heat is more than I can take, feeling my dick lurch and go numb as a huge rope of sperm shoots out of me across the room followed by another. I collapse on the soaked carpet cumming again. . "Please my love. Come fuck me, don't waste your seed on the floor. Give it to m...m...meeeeeee....I'M CUMMING..." spraying my back and ass. The carpet's so slick I start fucking it. With each thrust I draw closer to her until...I'm in her reach. She grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me on to the bed up over her. Shit, I can see her now. She holds me above her two or three feet. Her veins faintly glow under her skin, brighter in her breast and between her legs, mouth and eyes. She's strong. I can tell she could rip me in half with a thought but I'm not scared, not at the moment anyway. The only thing I have on my mind is fucking her and I don't care if I die doing it.
My dick looks like it's grown another inch and it's thicker too. It's so big now it reaches my chest and it hurts like the skin is going to rip. "I'm ready...I need inside you...I don't care if you kill me...just let me fuck you."
"Oh my sweet Jon. I would never kill you. You're my love, but my sweet...loving me does have a price."
I reach out and grab her. She lowers me between her legs. "I don't care about the price." I say, just as the head of my dick slides inside. As soon as it slips in she cums flooding me with hot liquid and I bury it all the way in. I can't believe she can take it but take she does and then some as she cums again. She opens her mouth and buries her tongue so deep in mine I can't breath, not like she's kissing but actually sampling me, maybe even infecting me. Like I said I don't care what she does, to be inside her is all I need.
It's not how I thought it would be. Instead of me pumping her, her pussy pumps me, it pulls me so deep then pushes me back out. Her tits are so huge, her nipples actually burning me. I look down where they touched, the burn marks are glowing like embers. I see my cock as it slides out, my veins are glowing and spreading up my body just like hers. She orgasms again as she screams and growls while her body bucks and gushes.
She starts chanting or speaking in some foreign language somehow with her tongue still buried in me. It sounds like the words are coming from me, deep inside me and coming out of my mouth, my pores, ears, nose, even my dick and ass. The vibration they cause resonates in my balls, they hum and scream...damn, it's going to make me cum, explode like I never have. This may be my end when I blow this load. All of me will come out me, out of the head of my dick inside her. She'll consume me.
She's stops moving. Lays perfectly still. I can hear my heartbeat and hers beating individually at first then slowly the same, they beat as one. Her body burns. She says "I must ask you, is this what you want? If you cum in me, if you give me your seed we'll form a Pact, a Pact we can never break. You'll belong to me."
"I've belonged to you for months now. I don't care now. Just let me cum inside you. I'll be yours forever body and soul. Just let me have you this once, that's all I need."
"Oh, my silly man. It won't be this once. You'll be fucking me for an eternity. You'll never leave...me."
I don't let her finish. I'm pounding her with everything I've got. My dick is engorged and burning ready to spew.
"Yes Jon yes...fuck me. Give me your seed! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS........." she screams. "Fuck me like the slut I am, like the whore you want me to be."
I slap her face as hard as I can, then with my dick still inside I stand up on the bed, her head still on the pillow her ass held high above. I spit on my cock, I spit on her glowing tits and her face as I fuck her, giving her all I got.
"I'm about to cum you cunt. I don't give a fuck what happens to me but right now you're mine" Grabbing her hair and yanking her up, I shove her head into the wall, the Sheetrock cracks. Shoving my dick so far inside her it would kill a normal girl but not her, she takes it."
"You're about to cum." She holds my face "Look in my eyes when you do it. It will make it complete."
I headbutt her in the mouth and shove my dick in hard. "OH FUCK!"
"Yes, do it. Cum in my cunt." She screams as she spreads her legs as far as they'll go. She bites my cheek and gives it a rip then she cums right before I do, soaking me, a hot waterfall down my legs to the bed.
When I cum I open my eyes. She looks deep inside me. Almost sad, like I fucked up. I slap her again as I spew into her hot cunt as she sprays onto me and I gush into her and down her legs. I gush into her more times than I can count until there's nothing left, of me or anything else. Did I shoot out my soul, I wonder because I've never been so spent.
"You're mine sweet lover, forever. Don't worry, you wont regret. Things won't be bad for you, just different.
Barely able to stay awake I collapse into her arms. She lifts me up and carries me to my bed. "When you wake up this wont seem like a dream. You'll remember it all and you'll have purpose like never before."
Just before I black out she climbs on top of me and starts fucking me again. "When you wake up I'll be gone but you'll see me soon. I promise you'll be a new man." She cums then I go to sleep. The sleep of demons.
Re: Erotic Horror - The Paper Demon
I don't know what happened between us. We used to be close, then everything changed, almost instantly for me anyway. Jon didn't change but I did. I guess that's what I found so maddening. I thought we were going to grow from friends to more, then...nothing. Everything stayed the same. I realized he would never change and I began hating him. Now every time I'm near him I'm reminded of it.
Remembering when I kissed him and he didn't kiss me back infuriates me. I used to believe we would be together forever. Pussy, he's a fucking pussy.
I would never admit to my friends that I still think about him. They love tormenting him more than I do. Another thing they don't know about me is I'm still a virgin. Don't get me wrong, I want sex. I have an incredible sex drive, just...nobody does it for me. I mean even touching myself I usually don't think about anyone except for...Jon. I get angry later because thinking about him gives me the most intense orgasms. I can't fucking win. I even thought about experimenting but women just don't do it for me. Like I said...can't win.
I haven't seen Jon in a week. He must be sick. I'm not sure if he has friends he hangs out with. He probably has his head stuck in his art pad. Fuck it, why am I thinking so much about him today...little pussy.
Changing the subject. I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. I only remember bits and pieces of them. I'm usually in my room. It's somehow hot and cold at the same time, almost like having a cold feels. It's freezing but I'm covered in sweat. Everything is surreal. I'm laying on my bed nude with no blankets.
There's an invisible presence watching me. I'm fearful of it but I want it to see me...all of me. Feeling it's stare excites me. I run my hands up and down my sweaty body. Spreading my legs wide I stare into the darkest corner where I feel it's gaze the strongest. I want to please it. Touching my clit with my index finger, I rub in a circular motion. I face the shadows, it shimmers, I think it's pleased with me.
Not being able to help myself I slide two fingers in. I'm gasping but can almost hear something just beyond my breathing. I listen, other than my own heartbeat...breathing and it's not me. It's coming from the dark mass matching it's pulsation.
Slowing my breathing so I can hear more clearly, pumping my fingers faster...it matches me, each breath, it's breathing with me.
My fear and excitement mingle in such a way that drives me insane. Feeling the most powerful orgasm tempting me, I reach blindly for something, anything to shove into my aching pussy. I grasp what I believe to be a lotion bottle and just as I'm working it in me the darkness is gone and I wake up frustrated, covered in sweat soaking the mattress.
I try to coax an orgasm but even dripping wet and sensitive it's not happening. Oh well. I'll be a mega-cunt to everybody at school today. How surprised they will be. They would be if they knew the reason why.
~~~
Jon's not in class again today. I hate to admit it, I'm curious. He hates school but never missed so much before. I wish he had a friend I could find out something from so I could stop thinking about the little prick so much.
A peculiar thought occurs to me. I've known him since we were children and have no idea what his cock is like. I wonder how big it is, how it feels...inside me. Jeezus, my pussy just clenched. I almost came at my locker. My panties are soaked. What the fuck! I tried for an hour this morning and nothing. Now just thinking about Jon's cock almost made me cum in a crowded hallway.
Damn, why am I doing this? I notice a small wet spot forming through my jeans. Covering it with my books I hurry to class.
Sitting in history I'm trying to keep my mind off Jon. Luckily my friends Quinn and Vogue aren't in this class with me. They would definitely notice something wrong and drive me insane passing notes wanting the scoop.
We've been studying Greek Mythology and today we're watching a film. The teacher pulls the screen down, it covers the chalkboard behind her desk. Rolling her chair in the corner, she sits and tells a kid behind me to turn off the lights as another switches on the projector.
Thank gawd. I welcome the darkness and the hum of the film running through the reels as it projects a scratchy image with monotone sound.
Staring at the bright rectangle, the only light in the room, it's almost hypnotic. It starts off with Chronos and works it's way to the other gods. When it gets to Hades I become interested. His face isn't visible but the actor they picked to play him has a extremely nice body. It shows him from behind and the screen cuts him off at his hips. He's nude, surveying his realm.
Though there's fire throughout it's still dark. It shows various people pushing giant wheels in a round track for no apparent reason other than to torment them. Other's carrying loads larger than their bodies, struggling, muscles quivering.
The punishments get worse the deeper into the Underworld the camera goes, the whole time following Hades' silhouetted form. Eventually we arrive to where they physically torture the worst society has to offer. Here screaming, moaning, and the cracks of whips with other various sounds are heard. There are people on racks being stretched, other's poked, prodded, even cut and burned. The whipping sound gets louder as the scene changes to a rather large demon whipping a female tied to a wall. He's furiously giving it to her as she screams. The camera follows the whip, it hits the girls bare back then focuses on her face. She's writhing in agony...or ecstasy. She's enjoying it each time the whip whelps her skin red. The camera drops down her spine showing the whips aftermath from her neck down to the small of her back. It's so clear I see each droplet of sweat streaming to her ass. I've never seen any kind of nudity on a school documentary before. I guess a bare ass isn't that bad though.
A hand grabs her ass hard flipping her around, the scene pans back. It's Hades. It's showing everything...his giant hard cock, her tits, her smooth pussy.
Scanning the room, nobody's freaking out, the other students, even the teacher are oblivious.
Hades grips a handful of the girls hair pushes his throbbing dick inside her mouth. Why isn't the teacher turning this off and why are the students not laughing and jeering? It's like I'm the only one seeing this.
He slides it relentlessly in until she gags and coughs up tons of spit. She's still enjoying it and even trying to take more of it into her throat. The scratchiness of the film is gone. It appears real.
Hades pulls his enormousness out as a gush of saliva floods her chest. He lifts her by the legs, spreading them just as the camera zooms in on the head of his shaft. It slides up and down over the folds of her glistening pussy where it hovers for a moment.
I plead "fuck her," then clasp my hand over my mouth hoping no one heard.
Nobody noticed. Really? Maybe I was quieter than I thought. I glance back at the screen, he slams it all the way in. It's so close I see her inner lips sucking in and out as he fucks her.
My head is spinning. I'm so turned on. The longer I watch the hotter it gets. Hades is biting her nipples, spreading her ass cheeks painfully apart, slapping her. How I wish I was her right now.
Damn, my clit is throbbing. I reach under the desk, my jeans are drenched. Unable to stop myself I slowly unzip them to slip my hand in but it's too tight. I need to touch my pussy for a few seconds. Glancing around once I place my thumbs between my hips and pants sliding them and my panties down to mid thigh.
The cold air from the classroom makes my wet pussy quake. My juices begin to puddle in my seat between my ass cheeks.
Not wasting another moment I slide a finger in and tease my clit. Moaning rather loudly I turn. The girl sitting next to me must be asleep. I feel possessed. I've never felt such lust and can't control myself. I keep playing, watching the screen.
Hades has released her from her bonds and placed her on the ground where he slides back into her, she lifts her ass up high to meet his thrusts. She's starving for him as the lesser demon with the whip watches, stroking his own cock.
Pounding harder into her, like savages they move at a frenzied pace. I feel my orgasm coming fast. I wasn't planning on cumming but need to bad...not caring anymore. I just need release and bury my fingers in deeper. I'm tempted to pull my shirt up, to free my feverish tits.
Hades and his slave are hammering into each other. They're getting close too. The girl's body stiffens as her orgasm is met by his. He pulls his huge member out still cumming and coats her from face to stomach.
My toes curl in my shoes. There's no stopping mine and I give into it, spewing out of me. My body trembles even after the last spurt of liquid hits the floor.
Gasping and trembling I raise my head as the screen fills with the girls face. FUCK, it's me. Then the it switches to Hades. He turns to face the camera for the first time. I almost pass out, it's Jon.
The film goes black and it's slapping the reel. The lights come on. I suddenly realize my pants and panties are down to my thighs and I'm drenched. I freeze, not knowing what to do. Everyone is already talking and laughing like they usually do after a movie. Nobody appears to notice me yet. I raise off the seat and yank my pants up not buttoning them right before the girl beside me turns around. She notices the puddle around my feet and asks me what it is. I pretend not to know. I've never came so hard and it's all over the place.
"Dammit, my lotion must have spilled from my purse. Fuck, it's ruined," I lie, shuffling around in my bag acting dismayed.
"Gross," she replies as the bell rings. She gets up and walks around it without a second thought.
I grab some paper towels, cleaning it up then hurrying out of the room.
I rush to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror proves what I suspected, I'm a mess. The frazzled expression, wet jeans and I smell like pussy.
I go into the closest stall and sit to pee. The bell rings and I decide I'm cutting class. I notice my legs are still sticky with cum. I pull off my clothes except for my shirt, fold them up and set them behind me on the lid. Wondering about what happened to me earlier; the bizarre film no one blinked at, my uncontrollable lust and fucking myself in the middle of class, seeing Jon as Hades defiling me, I'm his slave loving every minute of it. What's wrong with me? I know I didn't dream or hallucinate it.
I grab some toilet paper to wipe up and notice designs on it. Unfolding it I check them out. They're drawings. Upon closer inspection I realize it's a demon. Who would put demon toilet paper in a school bathroom? They're black and white and intricately detailed. How odd. Something's familiar about them. They're all of the same demon, a female demon. Each one, her in a different pose. I begin unrolling the spool. Each drawing is more lusty than the one before. Soon each one is her in various stages of undress until she's nude. She's hauntingly beautiful. Something familiar but can't figure out where I've seen her.
Now in each square she's doing something to herself more depraved than the one before. She's hot. I reach between my legs, I'm dripping more than before. Fuck, I'm not attracted to women...except her. I've never acted like this, my eyes consume each drawing more viciously.
I stop and without thinking about it I lick the back of each drawing and stick them on the walls and doors of the stall. When they are pretty much covered I remove the rest of my clothing, feeling dirty and exhilarated simultaneously. Sitting down I dip my fingers deep inside me enjoying my pussies heat and texture, viewing my sexy demon. I feel like she's watching me and doing the same.
My eyes dart from drawing to drawing never deciding which one I like the best. I take them all in speeding up my thrusting fingers.
Just as my orgasm draws near the bathroom door opens and someone quietly walks in. I hold my breath and slip my shoes back on as quietly as possible so my nakedness won't be as apparent from the gap under the door. I continue holding my breath as whoever it is enters the next stall. Can't stop fingering my cunt so I do it as slowly and quietly as possible but I still hear it. Feeling like I'm burning up inside and this is the only way to alleviate it. It feels incredible to do while my demon does the same.
Feeling the tension build a tiny moan escapes my parted lips. I panic but continue playing. Listening hard I hear her breathing. Damn, why doesn't she wrap it up so I can finish myself off?
A few minutes pass by and I get bolder with my thrusting. I hear a gasp that isn't mine. Fuck, did she hear me? I listen closer. She does it louder followed by a faint moist sound. I think she's masturbating right beside me. She moans then I'm sure of it. The wet sounds grow, she's not even trying to hide it. It's strangely arousing and I grow more comfortable masturbating close to her. She gets louder until I'm pretty sure she can be heard by neighboring classrooms.
It's driving me insane, naked in the girls bathroom, these sexy demon drawings, and masturbating with a girl in the next stall.
An overwhelming obsession comes over me to fuck whoever this is. Wondering what I'm doing I get up and go to her stall. She had to hear me come out but she hasn't stopped. If anything she's gotten louder. Her stall starts shaking. She must have her feet against the door, I can't see them. Her moans are almost screams now. She's going to alarm the whole school. I want to fuck her before we get caught.
Turning the latch I see her feet drop to the floor but she doesn't stop pumping or moaning. I open the door.
It's her. It's the demon.
I stand there for awhile in front of the open stall oblivious to my nakedness wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me. I wonder if it could possibly be someone in makeup but I know better. The gray blue skin with barely discernible designs just under it is real. Her eyes faintly glow as she stares into mine masturbating steadily never blinking. Cream drips from her open vagina with steam rising off it. More liquid leaks from her large firm breast as they heave from her gasping.
She doesn't utter a word raising her ass off the toilet, a thin stream shoots from her creamy folds hitting my stomach and legs. It scorches my skin making it pink wherever it lands on me, my pussy contracts involuntarily. I shudder at the sensation.
I'm scared more than I've ever been but I've also never been this horny or wanted something so bad.
She quickens her pace. Like a robot I step forward with no will. Stepping over her left leg I sit, straddling it. Her hot skin feels good touching my wet cunt. I move back and forth, fucking her thigh, our eyes locked into each others. Putting my hand under it and lifting to increase the pressure. She takes my other hand and guides it inside her pussy with a hungry moan. It's hotter than I imagined. It almost hurts but intoxicating.
She grips me behind the neck and roughly pulls me to her mouth, burying her tongue in mine. I kiss her back. The heat is intense, her tongue feels like it's coated with oil but feels nice. She starts fucking my mouth with hers grabbing my tits, squeezing hard, she's deep in my throat. It goes deeper but somehow I'm not gagging or throwing up. Without any warning I cum all over her leg.
She arches her back and screams. It sounds like two voices in one. She grunts and cums so hard it forces my hand out of her. Like a fire hydrant it spews, splashing my face, body, the stall, and floor. She gushes five or six more times. It's everywhere, dripping and spreading.
My body is burning absorbing its heat to my core. It squirms its way through my nerves and blood veins to my heart. I want more.
I squat between her legs as she spreads them wide for me as I shove my face into her burning pussy, burying my tongue. Her cream is like a drug, I can't get enough. I suck it, lap it and drink it. I've never smelled or tasted anything like it, it's intoxicating.
She speaks, "Drink my cum. Drink it till you're overflowing then drink more," in multiple voices.
She squeezes my head with her calves, her pussy opens, spraying my face with such force it could fling me out the stall and across the bathroom if not for her legs around me, screaming until her orgasm subsides. I drink until it escapes from my nose and the sides of my mouth to my neck and chest. I could drown in it happily.
Placing her hand around my neck "Now it's my turn," responding as she lifts me from the floor she stands.
She's so tall. She carries and sets me on the sink counter, gets on her knees, spreads my pussy wide and snakes her tongue deep inside me. Like in my mouth it feels like it goes impossibly deep probing around in my stomach, but instead of pain I'm enraptured. The pleasure is hypnotic. My legs clench around her head pulling her oily hair into me. I begin fucking her face.
The heat of her tongue buried so deep spreads through my body making my head spin, I seize up and cum on it and her face. She slides it from me and it lashes across her face and tits licking up my every drop.
Still dizzy I barely hear her when she speaks.
"Now I must prepare you for what is to come within the next thirteen days," as she steps away from me.
"What do you mean?" I ask deliriously.
"You are meant for another and I'm getting your mind and body prepared," placing her foot on the counter giving a wonderful view of her wet cunt.
Another demon?" I ask.
"My time here today is almost up. You will understand soon enough and it will be glad tidings. So you needn't worry my little slut. Don't be shocked at what you're about to see," as she begins massaging her clit and spreading her folds wide with the other hand.
"I don't believe anything more can shock me after what all I've seen to..." Not finishing. I can't trust my eyes anymore.
She speeds the pace rubbing her clit when her pussy begins dripping profusely. It opens up further than than I've seen it yet and something begins to come out. At first I think a huge snake is poking it's head out until it slides all out. I realize it's an enormous penis. A giant cock just grew from her pussy! Glistening wet from being inside her and already dripping sperm from the end, it's throbbing.
I thought after all the bizarre episodes I've witnessed today nothing could else could shock me. I was wrong. I just can't accept this. Everything culminates with this monstrosity bobbing from between the she-demon's legs, my dreams, my behavior, the film and nobody noticing it, the drawings on the toilet paper, the demon, and now this. My mind tries to shut down. I get tunnel vision and begin to fall.
She catches me, "Time's up," she exclaims as she puts me back on the counter and spreads my legs wide.
"No. It'll kill me," I panic. Reality suddenly rushes in, my senses returning.
"It's too late now. You've went through all the rights. You're committed and I have no more time, she works the enormous red tip up and down the outside of my pussy and begins filling me full.
My legs instinctively lock up, every muscle taut, I scream.
"Relax, this is not going to hurt. You have to be ready for him," then she pushes further.
To my amazement it's buried in me. I feel it throughout my body. I'm intoxicated with the heat spreading from it to my toes.
Pulling it back out except for the head she hisses, "Now we finish," shoving it back in. No ripping, just more heat until it's molten and the pleasure is unimaginable.
Shoving her tits into my face she orders me to drink as she milks them into my hungry throat while pounding with her engorged member. Her nipples taste like a bitter-sweet wine which I begin lapping hungrily.
Remembering when I kissed him and he didn't kiss me back infuriates me. I used to believe we would be together forever. Pussy, he's a fucking pussy.
I would never admit to my friends that I still think about him. They love tormenting him more than I do. Another thing they don't know about me is I'm still a virgin. Don't get me wrong, I want sex. I have an incredible sex drive, just...nobody does it for me. I mean even touching myself I usually don't think about anyone except for...Jon. I get angry later because thinking about him gives me the most intense orgasms. I can't fucking win. I even thought about experimenting but women just don't do it for me. Like I said...can't win.
I haven't seen Jon in a week. He must be sick. I'm not sure if he has friends he hangs out with. He probably has his head stuck in his art pad. Fuck it, why am I thinking so much about him today...little pussy.
Changing the subject. I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. I only remember bits and pieces of them. I'm usually in my room. It's somehow hot and cold at the same time, almost like having a cold feels. It's freezing but I'm covered in sweat. Everything is surreal. I'm laying on my bed nude with no blankets.
There's an invisible presence watching me. I'm fearful of it but I want it to see me...all of me. Feeling it's stare excites me. I run my hands up and down my sweaty body. Spreading my legs wide I stare into the darkest corner where I feel it's gaze the strongest. I want to please it. Touching my clit with my index finger, I rub in a circular motion. I face the shadows, it shimmers, I think it's pleased with me.
Not being able to help myself I slide two fingers in. I'm gasping but can almost hear something just beyond my breathing. I listen, other than my own heartbeat...breathing and it's not me. It's coming from the dark mass matching it's pulsation.
Slowing my breathing so I can hear more clearly, pumping my fingers faster...it matches me, each breath, it's breathing with me.
My fear and excitement mingle in such a way that drives me insane. Feeling the most powerful orgasm tempting me, I reach blindly for something, anything to shove into my aching pussy. I grasp what I believe to be a lotion bottle and just as I'm working it in me the darkness is gone and I wake up frustrated, covered in sweat soaking the mattress.
I try to coax an orgasm but even dripping wet and sensitive it's not happening. Oh well. I'll be a mega-cunt to everybody at school today. How surprised they will be. They would be if they knew the reason why.
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Jon's not in class again today. I hate to admit it, I'm curious. He hates school but never missed so much before. I wish he had a friend I could find out something from so I could stop thinking about the little prick so much.
A peculiar thought occurs to me. I've known him since we were children and have no idea what his cock is like. I wonder how big it is, how it feels...inside me. Jeezus, my pussy just clenched. I almost came at my locker. My panties are soaked. What the fuck! I tried for an hour this morning and nothing. Now just thinking about Jon's cock almost made me cum in a crowded hallway.
Damn, why am I doing this? I notice a small wet spot forming through my jeans. Covering it with my books I hurry to class.
Sitting in history I'm trying to keep my mind off Jon. Luckily my friends Quinn and Vogue aren't in this class with me. They would definitely notice something wrong and drive me insane passing notes wanting the scoop.
We've been studying Greek Mythology and today we're watching a film. The teacher pulls the screen down, it covers the chalkboard behind her desk. Rolling her chair in the corner, she sits and tells a kid behind me to turn off the lights as another switches on the projector.
Thank gawd. I welcome the darkness and the hum of the film running through the reels as it projects a scratchy image with monotone sound.
Staring at the bright rectangle, the only light in the room, it's almost hypnotic. It starts off with Chronos and works it's way to the other gods. When it gets to Hades I become interested. His face isn't visible but the actor they picked to play him has a extremely nice body. It shows him from behind and the screen cuts him off at his hips. He's nude, surveying his realm.
Though there's fire throughout it's still dark. It shows various people pushing giant wheels in a round track for no apparent reason other than to torment them. Other's carrying loads larger than their bodies, struggling, muscles quivering.
The punishments get worse the deeper into the Underworld the camera goes, the whole time following Hades' silhouetted form. Eventually we arrive to where they physically torture the worst society has to offer. Here screaming, moaning, and the cracks of whips with other various sounds are heard. There are people on racks being stretched, other's poked, prodded, even cut and burned. The whipping sound gets louder as the scene changes to a rather large demon whipping a female tied to a wall. He's furiously giving it to her as she screams. The camera follows the whip, it hits the girls bare back then focuses on her face. She's writhing in agony...or ecstasy. She's enjoying it each time the whip whelps her skin red. The camera drops down her spine showing the whips aftermath from her neck down to the small of her back. It's so clear I see each droplet of sweat streaming to her ass. I've never seen any kind of nudity on a school documentary before. I guess a bare ass isn't that bad though.
A hand grabs her ass hard flipping her around, the scene pans back. It's Hades. It's showing everything...his giant hard cock, her tits, her smooth pussy.
Scanning the room, nobody's freaking out, the other students, even the teacher are oblivious.
Hades grips a handful of the girls hair pushes his throbbing dick inside her mouth. Why isn't the teacher turning this off and why are the students not laughing and jeering? It's like I'm the only one seeing this.
He slides it relentlessly in until she gags and coughs up tons of spit. She's still enjoying it and even trying to take more of it into her throat. The scratchiness of the film is gone. It appears real.
Hades pulls his enormousness out as a gush of saliva floods her chest. He lifts her by the legs, spreading them just as the camera zooms in on the head of his shaft. It slides up and down over the folds of her glistening pussy where it hovers for a moment.
I plead "fuck her," then clasp my hand over my mouth hoping no one heard.
Nobody noticed. Really? Maybe I was quieter than I thought. I glance back at the screen, he slams it all the way in. It's so close I see her inner lips sucking in and out as he fucks her.
My head is spinning. I'm so turned on. The longer I watch the hotter it gets. Hades is biting her nipples, spreading her ass cheeks painfully apart, slapping her. How I wish I was her right now.
Damn, my clit is throbbing. I reach under the desk, my jeans are drenched. Unable to stop myself I slowly unzip them to slip my hand in but it's too tight. I need to touch my pussy for a few seconds. Glancing around once I place my thumbs between my hips and pants sliding them and my panties down to mid thigh.
The cold air from the classroom makes my wet pussy quake. My juices begin to puddle in my seat between my ass cheeks.
Not wasting another moment I slide a finger in and tease my clit. Moaning rather loudly I turn. The girl sitting next to me must be asleep. I feel possessed. I've never felt such lust and can't control myself. I keep playing, watching the screen.
Hades has released her from her bonds and placed her on the ground where he slides back into her, she lifts her ass up high to meet his thrusts. She's starving for him as the lesser demon with the whip watches, stroking his own cock.
Pounding harder into her, like savages they move at a frenzied pace. I feel my orgasm coming fast. I wasn't planning on cumming but need to bad...not caring anymore. I just need release and bury my fingers in deeper. I'm tempted to pull my shirt up, to free my feverish tits.
Hades and his slave are hammering into each other. They're getting close too. The girl's body stiffens as her orgasm is met by his. He pulls his huge member out still cumming and coats her from face to stomach.
My toes curl in my shoes. There's no stopping mine and I give into it, spewing out of me. My body trembles even after the last spurt of liquid hits the floor.
Gasping and trembling I raise my head as the screen fills with the girls face. FUCK, it's me. Then the it switches to Hades. He turns to face the camera for the first time. I almost pass out, it's Jon.
The film goes black and it's slapping the reel. The lights come on. I suddenly realize my pants and panties are down to my thighs and I'm drenched. I freeze, not knowing what to do. Everyone is already talking and laughing like they usually do after a movie. Nobody appears to notice me yet. I raise off the seat and yank my pants up not buttoning them right before the girl beside me turns around. She notices the puddle around my feet and asks me what it is. I pretend not to know. I've never came so hard and it's all over the place.
"Dammit, my lotion must have spilled from my purse. Fuck, it's ruined," I lie, shuffling around in my bag acting dismayed.
"Gross," she replies as the bell rings. She gets up and walks around it without a second thought.
I grab some paper towels, cleaning it up then hurrying out of the room.
I rush to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror proves what I suspected, I'm a mess. The frazzled expression, wet jeans and I smell like pussy.
I go into the closest stall and sit to pee. The bell rings and I decide I'm cutting class. I notice my legs are still sticky with cum. I pull off my clothes except for my shirt, fold them up and set them behind me on the lid. Wondering about what happened to me earlier; the bizarre film no one blinked at, my uncontrollable lust and fucking myself in the middle of class, seeing Jon as Hades defiling me, I'm his slave loving every minute of it. What's wrong with me? I know I didn't dream or hallucinate it.
I grab some toilet paper to wipe up and notice designs on it. Unfolding it I check them out. They're drawings. Upon closer inspection I realize it's a demon. Who would put demon toilet paper in a school bathroom? They're black and white and intricately detailed. How odd. Something's familiar about them. They're all of the same demon, a female demon. Each one, her in a different pose. I begin unrolling the spool. Each drawing is more lusty than the one before. Soon each one is her in various stages of undress until she's nude. She's hauntingly beautiful. Something familiar but can't figure out where I've seen her.
Now in each square she's doing something to herself more depraved than the one before. She's hot. I reach between my legs, I'm dripping more than before. Fuck, I'm not attracted to women...except her. I've never acted like this, my eyes consume each drawing more viciously.
I stop and without thinking about it I lick the back of each drawing and stick them on the walls and doors of the stall. When they are pretty much covered I remove the rest of my clothing, feeling dirty and exhilarated simultaneously. Sitting down I dip my fingers deep inside me enjoying my pussies heat and texture, viewing my sexy demon. I feel like she's watching me and doing the same.
My eyes dart from drawing to drawing never deciding which one I like the best. I take them all in speeding up my thrusting fingers.
Just as my orgasm draws near the bathroom door opens and someone quietly walks in. I hold my breath and slip my shoes back on as quietly as possible so my nakedness won't be as apparent from the gap under the door. I continue holding my breath as whoever it is enters the next stall. Can't stop fingering my cunt so I do it as slowly and quietly as possible but I still hear it. Feeling like I'm burning up inside and this is the only way to alleviate it. It feels incredible to do while my demon does the same.
Feeling the tension build a tiny moan escapes my parted lips. I panic but continue playing. Listening hard I hear her breathing. Damn, why doesn't she wrap it up so I can finish myself off?
A few minutes pass by and I get bolder with my thrusting. I hear a gasp that isn't mine. Fuck, did she hear me? I listen closer. She does it louder followed by a faint moist sound. I think she's masturbating right beside me. She moans then I'm sure of it. The wet sounds grow, she's not even trying to hide it. It's strangely arousing and I grow more comfortable masturbating close to her. She gets louder until I'm pretty sure she can be heard by neighboring classrooms.
It's driving me insane, naked in the girls bathroom, these sexy demon drawings, and masturbating with a girl in the next stall.
An overwhelming obsession comes over me to fuck whoever this is. Wondering what I'm doing I get up and go to her stall. She had to hear me come out but she hasn't stopped. If anything she's gotten louder. Her stall starts shaking. She must have her feet against the door, I can't see them. Her moans are almost screams now. She's going to alarm the whole school. I want to fuck her before we get caught.
Turning the latch I see her feet drop to the floor but she doesn't stop pumping or moaning. I open the door.
It's her. It's the demon.
I stand there for awhile in front of the open stall oblivious to my nakedness wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me. I wonder if it could possibly be someone in makeup but I know better. The gray blue skin with barely discernible designs just under it is real. Her eyes faintly glow as she stares into mine masturbating steadily never blinking. Cream drips from her open vagina with steam rising off it. More liquid leaks from her large firm breast as they heave from her gasping.
She doesn't utter a word raising her ass off the toilet, a thin stream shoots from her creamy folds hitting my stomach and legs. It scorches my skin making it pink wherever it lands on me, my pussy contracts involuntarily. I shudder at the sensation.
I'm scared more than I've ever been but I've also never been this horny or wanted something so bad.
She quickens her pace. Like a robot I step forward with no will. Stepping over her left leg I sit, straddling it. Her hot skin feels good touching my wet cunt. I move back and forth, fucking her thigh, our eyes locked into each others. Putting my hand under it and lifting to increase the pressure. She takes my other hand and guides it inside her pussy with a hungry moan. It's hotter than I imagined. It almost hurts but intoxicating.
She grips me behind the neck and roughly pulls me to her mouth, burying her tongue in mine. I kiss her back. The heat is intense, her tongue feels like it's coated with oil but feels nice. She starts fucking my mouth with hers grabbing my tits, squeezing hard, she's deep in my throat. It goes deeper but somehow I'm not gagging or throwing up. Without any warning I cum all over her leg.
She arches her back and screams. It sounds like two voices in one. She grunts and cums so hard it forces my hand out of her. Like a fire hydrant it spews, splashing my face, body, the stall, and floor. She gushes five or six more times. It's everywhere, dripping and spreading.
My body is burning absorbing its heat to my core. It squirms its way through my nerves and blood veins to my heart. I want more.
I squat between her legs as she spreads them wide for me as I shove my face into her burning pussy, burying my tongue. Her cream is like a drug, I can't get enough. I suck it, lap it and drink it. I've never smelled or tasted anything like it, it's intoxicating.
She speaks, "Drink my cum. Drink it till you're overflowing then drink more," in multiple voices.
She squeezes my head with her calves, her pussy opens, spraying my face with such force it could fling me out the stall and across the bathroom if not for her legs around me, screaming until her orgasm subsides. I drink until it escapes from my nose and the sides of my mouth to my neck and chest. I could drown in it happily.
Placing her hand around my neck "Now it's my turn," responding as she lifts me from the floor she stands.
She's so tall. She carries and sets me on the sink counter, gets on her knees, spreads my pussy wide and snakes her tongue deep inside me. Like in my mouth it feels like it goes impossibly deep probing around in my stomach, but instead of pain I'm enraptured. The pleasure is hypnotic. My legs clench around her head pulling her oily hair into me. I begin fucking her face.
The heat of her tongue buried so deep spreads through my body making my head spin, I seize up and cum on it and her face. She slides it from me and it lashes across her face and tits licking up my every drop.
Still dizzy I barely hear her when she speaks.
"Now I must prepare you for what is to come within the next thirteen days," as she steps away from me.
"What do you mean?" I ask deliriously.
"You are meant for another and I'm getting your mind and body prepared," placing her foot on the counter giving a wonderful view of her wet cunt.
Another demon?" I ask.
"My time here today is almost up. You will understand soon enough and it will be glad tidings. So you needn't worry my little slut. Don't be shocked at what you're about to see," as she begins massaging her clit and spreading her folds wide with the other hand.
"I don't believe anything more can shock me after what all I've seen to..." Not finishing. I can't trust my eyes anymore.
She speeds the pace rubbing her clit when her pussy begins dripping profusely. It opens up further than than I've seen it yet and something begins to come out. At first I think a huge snake is poking it's head out until it slides all out. I realize it's an enormous penis. A giant cock just grew from her pussy! Glistening wet from being inside her and already dripping sperm from the end, it's throbbing.
I thought after all the bizarre episodes I've witnessed today nothing could else could shock me. I was wrong. I just can't accept this. Everything culminates with this monstrosity bobbing from between the she-demon's legs, my dreams, my behavior, the film and nobody noticing it, the drawings on the toilet paper, the demon, and now this. My mind tries to shut down. I get tunnel vision and begin to fall.
She catches me, "Time's up," she exclaims as she puts me back on the counter and spreads my legs wide.
"No. It'll kill me," I panic. Reality suddenly rushes in, my senses returning.
"It's too late now. You've went through all the rights. You're committed and I have no more time, she works the enormous red tip up and down the outside of my pussy and begins filling me full.
My legs instinctively lock up, every muscle taut, I scream.
"Relax, this is not going to hurt. You have to be ready for him," then she pushes further.
To my amazement it's buried in me. I feel it throughout my body. I'm intoxicated with the heat spreading from it to my toes.
Pulling it back out except for the head she hisses, "Now we finish," shoving it back in. No ripping, just more heat until it's molten and the pleasure is unimaginable.
Shoving her tits into my face she orders me to drink as she milks them into my hungry throat while pounding with her engorged member. Her nipples taste like a bitter-sweet wine which I begin lapping hungrily.