s a scarecrow. There's a restroom, I can change in there. I duck into the bathroom, a unisex one, it's dimly light like the rest of the school. It's a relatively large room, maybe 30 by 30 feet, there are urinals against the left wall, and stalls against the right, between them are sinks with mirror. A few feet away from the sink, near the center of the room, there are a few long thin benches along the length of the room.

I lay my bag on one of the benches, and sit down beside it, I start untying my boots, getting ready to change for the party. I pull my boots off and lay them down under the bench. As I do this someone pops their head in, looks around, and withdraws, "Hey!" I shout to the person, "Don't worry, I'm the only one in here, plus it's a unisex bathroom." The person sticks their head in again, and finally walks through the door.

She's short, and pretty cute. She has cute little blue eyes, magnified by her small black-framed glasses, and long curly hair; blonde. "Hi." she says in a way of comfort, she's apparently not shy. She looks about 5'1'' or 5'2'', but she's not thin, though she's not fat, she looks somewhere in between. She looks like she's got a perfect little body under her green striped T-shirt and faded jeans. "How's it goin'?" I ask casually, tucking the shoelaces into my boots before I slide them under the bench, "Could you remind me I put those under there?" I ask motioning toward the boots, "I'd like not to forget them." She smiles and nods before sitting a little green bag on the bench next to the one I'm sitting on.

She sits down beside her bag and starts taking off her shoes, similarly to what I'm doing. I start taking my watch off just before she does the same, "So what are you dressing as?" I ask,  tryng to start up a little conversation, I feel the need to break the silence, it's a bit annoying. She looks at me and smiles, she has a cute smile, she has pouty lips that thin at the edges, and when she smiles the edges curve up into a cute little grin.
"Well..." she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch."
"Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up.
"Like a good witch." she says, looking at me with her little grin.
"Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up.
"Yea,likeGlenda."
"Well,  thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea."
"Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to smile as she stands up.

I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out. I start to unbutton my shirt. She steps around the bench and steps up to the sink, washing her hands, and checking her hair a little bit. I slide the shirt off around my arms and lay it on the bench. She turns and comes back to the bench, apparently her hair was satisfactory. But instead of sitting on the bench with her cloths she sits down on the same bench as me, though on other side of my bag. I am a little excited, but I don't say anything, I just keep undressing. I keep standing while I pull my undershirt off over my head, messing my hair up a little bit.

After I take off my shirt I can see her looking at me through the corner of my eye, "So, what's your name?" I ask, turning to her, my shirt still off, "I haven't seen you around here before." She takes her gaze from my torso and pulls it to my face, "My name is Bethany, I've been around, I guess you haven't been looking hard enough." She smiles, finally standing up. "I guess not." I say, looking around for my scarecrow shirt. "My name is Benjamin." I state, meeting her eyes with a smile.

Bethany looks around for a second, then proceeds to pull her shirt off. She has a flat little stomach, and nice perky breasts, they look a little large, but are held back by her little green bra. I have to sit down. After admiring her nice little body I got a little too "excited", I've got an 8 1/2 inch erection protruding from my pants, and since I'm not wearing any underwear there is nothing to hide it or restrain it. She looks over at me when I abruptly sit down, "Is everything alright?" she asks, looking a little concerned. "Yea," I tell her setting my hands on my stomach, "I've got a little stomach cramps."

She smiles and sits down beside me, pushing my bag to the side. She pushes her hip against me, and looks me over once or twice. Her eyes land on my groin the third time over and she smiles. I feel my face getting hot, and my neck is warm, I know that I'm blushing. "What..." my voice cracks a bit, "What's wrong?" I ask, coughing to straighten my voice. I look down at my groin and see that my erection is clearly visible through my flimsy slacks, my cock is pointing straight out, and even I have to admire how big it is. He smiles wider and leans against me, pressing her breasts on my arms, and this just makes matters worse. I can feel my cock throbbing.

"It's just a boner..." she says smiling, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. She rests her hand on the head and rubs is quickly, but soft, with her palm. look down at her strangely before returning her curly little grin. Her other hand slides down to my groin as well, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it, her fingers don't touch. I unbutton my pants and he lets my cock slide out; long, hard, and thick with veins.

"What kinda good witch are you?" I ask, looking her over, head to toe.
"The bad kind..." she says as she slides off the bench, kneeling in front of me.

She starts working me over, running her hand up and down my cock, leaning down and smacking the head against her lips. She smiles her wicked little smile, and I can't help but smile back. I press my palms against the bench and lay back as she sticks out her little tongue, which she runs up and down, round and side to side on my cock. She laps at my balls before taking a bit of my cock in her little mouth. Of course she can't take the full heft of my cock, her mouth seems a bit to small; but it's still very wet, soft, and warm.

She's holding nothing back, she's licking up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, and even playing around with my ass. She's developed a trifecta from paradise. She's tickling all my fancies at once, so it doesn't take long for me to reach my climax, "I'm... c-coming..." I manage to grunt just before cumming. She holds my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and pulls it out of her mouth just before I cum, letting my cum rise in jets, coming to rest on her black-framed glasses. I pant to catch my breath as she takes her glasses off and lays them on the bench, near her bag.

She reaches up from her kneel and puts both her hands on my chest, pushing me back, easing me into a laying position. I'm laying back while she gets to her feet, smiling all the while. I bring my head up a bit, just to look over my chest, I see her reaching behind her back, undoing her bra no doubt. After a small click or two she brings her arms back around and the straps of her bra slide off around her shoulders. Slowly she reaches up and grabs the bra with her forefinger and thumb, and slowly pulls the bra away, unveiling her beautiful little breasts; perky and firm, with perfect little nipples. Her gazed raises up from her bra, which she lays down on her bag, and falls back upon me; my face, my body, my eyes.

She slowly unzips her jeans, not taking her eyes off me all the while, a bit of a strip tease. She lets them slide down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She steps out of them and I notice her cute little cotton panties, light-green and tight on her rear; very nice. The jeans, tight on her butt and thighs, we now off and she had a nice set of round hips and a full little butt, this complimented her rosy cheeks and curvy smile.

Her gaze fell upon me once more as she stepped toward me, her little grin splitting open to show her pearly teeth, all straight and in perfect proportion. She bent low, peeling the panties off, then stepping closer to me, she strattles me, sitting on my stomach. I smile up at her, placing both my hands on either side of her abdomen, just above her hips. She returns the smiles down on me, running her finger tips over my chest, giving me chills up and down my spine.

She teases me no longer, she leans down and lets her feathery soft lips touch my, wetting my mouth thoroughly. She leans up, and brings her head back down. I open my mouth to meet her, letting her tongue slide in and out of my watering mouth, sliding my tongue into hers, playing with her tongue back and fourth. I lean back and run my tongue along the bottom of her slightly upturned nose, taking my turn to tease this time. She smiles as the string of saliva leading from my tongue to the tip of her nose breaks, and I smile back. She gives a little giggle.

I take my left hand from her side and run it up on her arm, sliding up and down, then onto her shoulder. I slide my hand along her neck and finally resting on her face, cradling her head along her chin and cheek. She smiles and leans back down, we kiss with fiery, lusty passion. I wrap my tongue around hers and she does the vice versa while I slide my hand down and let it rest on her breast. I bring my other hand up to rest on the other breast, slowly I knead her perky little breasts, gently pinching her nipples every now and again.

She sighs softly and I know what she's ready and waiting for.

Great music sounds in my mind while she slides back, about to position herself upon my throbbing parts. Her feet touch the ground and she sits up on my groin, pulling her cute little labia apart and letting my member ease forth into her tight little pussy. She lets herself down as far as she can, leaving maybe two inches of myself out, she gasps a bit, and sighs with pleasure.

She slides up and down, heaving in her own time, bringing herself pleasure as she might let herself. She breaks eye contact with me and lifts her head to the ceiling. Mouth agape, sighing and moaning, she keeps one her path, slide up and down, starting out slowly then faster and faster. My ears fall upon the smacking sound being made by her rump falling on my upper thighs, and this only excites my mind, bringing me that much closer to climax.

Though with each thrust and fall I am brought closer to my part I am still far off, wanting to last long, and return all the pleasures she's given me. The vigor in my bones will not fail me today, not while I have such a lovely little slice of heaven in my arms, so-to-speak. She lets herself fall once more, then sits on my lap, sighing and panting with pleasure. I lean up, off my back, and reach behind her with my hands and place one of each on her rump, helping her down, to lay back.

I push my bag of the bench, onto the floor, to make way for my little lovely. She looks up into my visage, full of passion and pleasure. I plunge myself deeper and deeper into her feminine parts, she sighs and moans with pleasure, and with each and every thrust I put myself deeper and deeper. I wonder, might I be misplacing a bit of her insides as I push in deeper and deeper, maybe pushing her stomach up an inch or two. Though I doubt my misplacing a few of her bits isn't too painful, or else the pleasure I'm giving her is somewhat stronger.

I held myself up over her with my arms, looking deeper and deeper into her eyes as I go deeper and deeper into her newly loosened pussy. She can't keep eye contact with my for longer than a mere moment or two, she's compelled to close her eyes, lean her head back, sighing and moaning all the while. The lights of the dim room, what little there were, dance with the shadows upon her heaving chest, rising and falling, letting the shadows and lights mingle in placid serenity. This only helped to bring me closer to climax.

I know that, all the while, I'm bringing her closer and closer to her climax, I can feel her tensing and loosening, moving closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. I can sense her getting closer, her moans are now louder and closer together in timing, I'm bringing her to her climax, moving her closer, I want to push her over the edge. I bring my stamina to its bounds, I bring in harder, though still gently. "I'm... Coming-Coming-Coming" she utters between sighs and moans.

I thrust one.
I thrust twice.
I thrust a third time, I feel her tense one last time, then I can fell little squirts from inside her pussy, I can feel the juices popping out and running out, leaving the bench wet. Uh-uh-huh-uh she moans, "Oh my God" she utters once or twice, recovering from her earth quaking climax. "How as that?" I ask, looking down at her closed eye lids, "Great." she says in a sigh, her eyes fluttering open, our retinas meeting each other. "Ready for another go?" I ask, not looking away from her. "Definitely." she says, not breaking her eyes either. I stand up and back away and step. I offer her my hand, which she takes, so I help her to her feet, admiring her nice little body.

She turns her back to me and bends over, holding herself up with her hands on the bench. I put the head of my cock up against her labia, but stop when she says "I want it in my ass." I look at the back of her head for a second before pulling my cock up an inch or two putting it against her ass hole. "You're a wicked little witch." I tell her before pushing myself an inch or two into her ass. I pause for a second after I get my head into her ass, then push it the rest of the way in, or in this case leaving an inch or two out, not wanting to overwhelm her.

She moans a familiar song, familiar but still enjoyable, and I bring my thrusts in and out with the tempo of her moans and sighs. I put my right hand on top of her ass, holding her steady, and bring the other round her side, down to her crotch. I stroke at her clit, pinching it and playing around with it. I bring my face closer to the back of her head, whispering bits of sweet words I breathe and lick on her ear, nibbling on her ear lobes, heightening her senses.

Her ass is so tight and sweet inside, almost as sweet as her velvet, golden pussy. My member slides in and out, though on one back stroke I pull back too far and my cock flops out, like a fleshy spring bouncing around, slapping against Bethany's ass. "Oops." I mutter under my breath while I grab the middle of my member. I steady myself and slide my cock in again, but now my cock is too wet and there's no friction.

I reach down for my bag and pick up my under shirt. I pull my cock out and run the towel over and around it, getting rid of some of the juice, then I dab at her ass, mopping up what juice she has on her. I toss the shirt onto the ground and bring my cock back up and slid it in again. Much better. I push in, and pull out, push in and pull out, you know the same old motions again and again. It's time to make this a little more exciting. I toss in an old standby, I slap her ass once or twice, then reach up with both of my hands and cup her breasts. I start just by cupping them, but move onto kneading them, rubbing them, and pinching them lightly. I know I'm doing well, her moans are heightened, her breathing is deeper, she's loving it.

I push my cock in, as far as I can, maybe even a little deeper, right on que, when I push it all the way to the hilt, she opens her mouth wide, saying "oh...my...god..." in pure ecstasy. Her hot little ass is pressed against my groin, it feels great; she's panting, bringing my blood to a boil; she's pushing back on me and moving her butt around a little, trying to her get to touch the sides. So I end her anticipation. I pull out and push in, this time at an angle, I rub my member against the sides of her ass, bringing her blood to a simmer, just to tease her a little more.

I slow my movement down, but this doesn't sit well with her. She reaches back, behind her ass, and grabs my cock by the base, she pulls me closer, and puts me deeper inside. "Here..." I say stepping back, motioning for her to stand up. She stands and I help her to lay back down on the bench, but this time I lift her legs up, and hold them there with my right hand while I use my left to guide my cock to her ass.

We keep constant eye contact while I pump in and out, I stop on one forward stoke and push in as far as I can, again she opens her mouth, this time unable to speak. At this sight I smile, and when she opens her eyes again she smiles back, this time weakly. I know I must be getting her good. I let her legs go and they take their place on my shoulders. While I pump in and out her breasts are bouncing and jiggling back and forth, to and from. Her mouth is slightly open, she's breathing heaver still. Finally I bubble over. "C-cumming..." I mutter breathlessly. "Inside." she says, resting her hand on my right, which I have just used to grab my cock; to pull it out. So I leave it in and let it blow.

I fall back on the bench, breathless. While I sit trying to catch my breath she lays on the bench, trying to do the same. "That was great." she says, laying one of her hands on her chest, smiling wickedly... I always loved Halloween.

ink I came out richer just having dated her, she and I had the best sex I could have ever dreamt of.

Anyway, a day or two after she had moved out I got a massive erection, I got on my computer and started surfing for some hot pictures, and I found what I was looking for, but after having the best sex ever, suffice to masturbation was a disgusting 2nd place, or should I say 3rd place….
I call up my friend Johnny, and I asked him, “What’s a good place to go to get laid?”
He had one answer for me.

Heartbreak Hotel, I wasn't’t familiar with the place, but coincidentally it at the end of lonely street, which was just a few blocks away. So I took the walk, and as I was walking, the closer I got to lonely street, the lonelier I got. I just kept thinking about Danielle’s top notch blow jobs. I found the place, it was an older brick building, it had an old neon sign flashing “Heartbreak Hotel”, the O and one of the E’s was blacked out.

I hiked my collar up over my face as I walked up to the stoop. I pushed the door open and was greeted by the smell of scented oils and vanilla, if that wasn't’t enough there was erotic painting on the wall, not dirty though, it was tasteful. I walked to the front desk, and the clerk was a beautiful middle aged looking woman, dressed in a black suit. She looked at me and knew what I was thinking, she gave me a mischievous sort of smile and pulled a key from a rack of hundreds on the wall, room 16. She handed me the key, “Wait, don’t I needta tell ya what kinda girl I want?” I asked, having never done this before.

She just smiled, “We know what kind of girl you want, she be up, waiting for you.” she said, the edges of her pretty lips curling into a smile.

I was still stooped down as I walked up the hall, until the lobby was out of sight. After that I knew what was in store for me, and the more I thought about it the faster I walked, until I was running up the stairs to the 2nd floor. I found room 16.

I pushed the key into the key hole, and as each ridge forwarded in it seemed like an eternity. I twisted the key with much anticipation, I turned the knob and flung the door open.
I was in, the lights were dim and the smell of vanilla was stronger still. I looked to the bed, it was made and in perfect order, there was a floral pattern, roses and tulips it seemed. The pillows were over stuffed with down feathers and bore the same pattern as the bed cover. There was a small wooden night table off to each side of the bed, and a small armchair off in the far corner. All the light in the room was coming from a lamp situated next to the chair, and in the chair was a shadowed figure, a feminine figure, with crossed legs and her hands lay upon her thighs.
I wanted to start with the basics “Hello, my name is….”

“Frank, I know your name.” she interrupted, and I couldn't’t see clearly, but it looked like her small mouth curved into a smile, much the way Danielle’s did. I looked at her, stunned.
She lifted her dainty little hand up to the lamp shape, and gave it a little push. The light hit her face, and I was hit in the face with a cold bucket of water. She looked just like Danielle.
I stared at her, my mouth agape. She slowly stood up and approached me. She lifted her fingers up to my chin and pushed my mouth closed.
“The names Barbara, if you were wondering, you can call me barb though.” she said, her teeth still shining through her lips.

She put her fingers in the front of my pants and pulled me closer to her, she pulled her mouth up to mine, “What do you wanna do? Franky?” she said, mischief in her pleasantly squeaky voice.
As she spoke she undid my belt and pulled it from the loops. She threw it across the room and unbuttoned my jeans, her fingers flew as if guided by some magic as she quickly undid the fly to my pants. Her small hand floated to my groin and the presser her palm and fingers onto my cock. There was a heat on my crotch like never before, this girl was so hot, she was turning me on like Danielle never had, but lets see if she lives up to her identical counterpart. A pushed my mouth closer to her, as to kiss her, in my vulnerable state she pushed me back using both her hands. I fell to the bed. As I landed on my back I landed in an unmade bed, fluffed and comfortable, strangely enough, I was naked as well.

My cock was steaming hot and red, the veins were bulging, like a body builder’s. my erection was strong and stone hard, it stood straight up and I was truly proud of it. She jumped on me, her butt landed on my stomach and she pulled her face down to mine, she was naked too. She kissed me on my lips, her were feather soft and silky smooth, god it was so great, my dick was so hard it hurt.

He kissed my again, deeper, and again moving to my bottom lip, then to my chin, she bared her face in my neck, she moved down, kissing my collar bone, then my chest, she tongued my nipple for only a second before moving onto my stomach, further down, and down, getting closer to my nether regions.

Her lips met the head of my cock and I was about to cum as it was, she kissed it gently, her velvet lips doing so much more then any tongue or cheek could ever do.
Finally her pressed her tongue against the bottom of the head of my dick, were the head meets the foreskin. She saliva was warm and watery, it trickled down my shaft, tingling all the way down to my balls. She tongued my cock around and around, then finally her small wet mouth engulfed it, she was so small, but she got all 8 inches down, all the way down, her lips rubbed against my pubic region still soft and tingling. Her mouth was tight and wet, it was like a pussy, tight and warm, but she used her tongue in a way I never dreamed of, I can hardly describe it, I was on the verge of cumming within in seconds. I held off as long as I could, nothing escaping my mouth but small moans and deep breaths. Finally I got out, “I’m about to cum.”

She pulled my cock from her mouth and started stroking it, more of a massage then a stroke, but you get the idea. A stream of hot white cum jetted straight into her open mouth, she swallowed it without hesitation and without a gag or whimper, she pursed her lips and sucked the remaining cum from the head of my cock.

Just the look of her face kept my erection straight and going strong, she stood up over me and impaled herself on my cock, her pussy was so tiny, it was so wet, and it was warm, just like her mouth. She pulled herself up, and pushed herself down, taking my big cock in her virgin-like pussy, she made no wince of pain, nor a gasp of breathlessness.

As she slid up and down I reached up and took hold of her perfect breasts, they were firm and just perfect and every way. I played with them and kneaded them, I loved it. I moved down and with my left hand and pinched her little clit, I rubbed it and gentle pinched it, she loved it, I could tell by the way she was trembling, her body stiffening for a moment or two. I moved my hands around her waist and helped her on her way up and down my cock.
“I’m about to cum.” I said, still breathless.

She pulled my cock from her tight little cunt and started sucking on it. I came hard and long in her mouth, and she swallowed it, she swallowed it all. And she loved it, she peered up at me with her large green eyes, and her lips curled into that smile that I love so much. She and I stood up, my head was light, and I felt like I was high.

She put her palms and the bed and pointed her ass at me, I slowly walked over and put the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy, “No, my ass, please.” she said, in her sweet voice.
I repositioned myself and noticed her ass hole was small and pink, it was hairless and just as wet as her pussy. I slowly pushed my cock in, I pushed it in as far as I could, to the hilt. I was loving it, if I could keep my cock here for the rest of my life then I would be the happiest man ever. I pumped my hot action cock into her tight little ass, it was just as sweet as either of her other orifices. I pumped in and out, in and out, taking special care to move in a gyrating motion. The inside of her as we velvety sweet, just like her mouth and her pussy, just as tight and wet, just as warm and excepting of my thick cock. I kept pumping in and out, now I got her going, she was moaning, moaning like crazy, she loved it, and I loved it that she loved it. Her legs started to buckle, so she laid on her back on the bed, she threw her legs over my shoulders and I continued pumping into her ass. She was now moaning and out of breath, she was glistening with sweat, then she screamed, and she squirted, cum sprayed out of her pussy I was covered in her sweet smelling juices. This didn't’t deter me, I kept pumping, sending her into a wave of orgasms, the streams of her juice seemed never ending. Finally I came in her ass, and I fell back into the chair, exhausted.

As I sat in the chair she gathered herself and walked to me, she sat on my lap kissed me on the nose, her lips still as soft as ever, now even wet with her own juices. She was spectacular, I would be coming to heartbreak hotel again, and again and again until I died.

I don’t think it would be going to far to say this place was truly a paradise.

I’m a hunk’a hunk’a burnin’ love and she’s

ld several round tables, set up in a circular formation. I tried to go back to reading my book, but every time I looked up she was looking at me.

Her eyes were astonishing; they were large and cat-like, with yellow-gold iris and large black pupils, her eye lashes were long and arced upward, framed perfectly by her thick black frame glasses. After about an hour I decided it was time for me to leave. A day passed before I went back to the library, but when I did I saw her again! I tried to read my book, but this time I couldn't pry my eyes from her. I watched her as she walked around the room, from shelf to shelf, pulling a book off the shelf, reading a few pages, then putting it back in it's place. She was in the Science Fiction section, referred to be most as "Weird Fiction" a place were HP Lovecraft as shelved, as well as a few Edgar Allen Poe Books, among other authors.

After a few moments she walked up to me. I was hypnotized, she had long back hair; complimenting her yellow eyes, she had a silver loop in her left nostril; drawing attention to her small turned up button nose, she was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue tank top; accentuating her perky size B breasts. "Here." was all she said at first, handing me a book. I looked down, "Dreams of Terror and Death," I said, reading the title of the book out loud, "Yea, you remember you let me take it out before you?" she said, putting her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight to her right foot. "Yea, I remember," I started, the hypnosis she put over me fading. "What did you think?" I asked her about the book, "It was good, even though it was more fantasy than horror, it was still haunting and bone chilling," she said, as if she was a critic, "But that's my opinion." she added.

I laid the book down on the table, looking at the dull cover, crimson read, the words "Dreams of Terror and Death" etched into the cover in gold. "Would you care to join me?" I asked her, pulling a chair out for her. She grabbed the back of the chair and slid in beside me. I sat up a little straighter, "So you like Lovecraft?" I asked, trying to strike up the first conversation. "Yea, I think he's probably my favorite, and in my opinion the best." she said matter-of-factly. I lifted one eye brow to her, "I enjoy Lovecraft, but I prefer Poe, all of his stories are classics." She relaxed a bit, and slid down a little in her seat, I felt like she would be here for a long stay.

We sat at that table all night talking about literature; our favorite authors, things we had written about, paintings, and all the other finer things the world had to offer. Once the library as closing we said our good-byes, "Will I see you here tomorrow?" she asked me before parting ways with me, "If you're lucky" I said jokingly, "What time?" she pressed, I looked her squarely in the eyes, "What-ever time you want..." "Okay, I'll be coming here around one o'clock." she said, "I'll see ya tomorrow." she waved walking away.

The next day came, and so did one o'clock surely enough. we met and sat at that same table, stacks of our favorite books around us. We spent that entire day talking, as well as most of the following week. The more her and I talked the more sexual and devious our conversations became. Finally after two weeks of meeting at the library she asked me "Wanna come over to my place?... It'll much more quiet than a crowded library." I looked around, there was only one other person in the library besides us, the clerk. Either way I took her up on her offer. We walked down the streets of Chicago, talking and chatting on the way. She was renting an apartment, "I tried to get a room on the 13th floor, but most people are so superstitious they don't make 13th floors." she was restating something I had already known, but I nodded and tried to look interested, like I was hearing something new. We were riding the elevator up to the 16th floor, "So, you don't seem to work much, how can you afford an apartment up here?" I asked. "Well I'm up here for college, my father is paying for my college, and also my apartment expenses.

When we came to her apartment she looked at me strangely before sliding the key into the keyhole. Her apartment was rather clean, her dark green walls were filled with paintings. I noticed several pieces by William Blake, and even a few paintings by No-Names obviously inspired by HP Lovecraft. She had large Entertainment-center, originally made for televisions, stocked with books, and loose-leaf pages of paper with poetry scribbled on them. "I like your apartment." I said, looking around, still, at the paintings, and reading the spines of the books on her shelves. "Television is a beast that consumes the minds and intellect of humans, It shall not have mine." I said turning to her, quoting one of my philosophers. "It's like you read my mind." she said, laughing as she sat on her plush couch. Her couch was on the wall parallel to the wall with the entertainment-center on it, leaving the window to the right open. To the left of the couch was a wall broken by a small open window, open for a bar. In the window as her kitchen, barely 10 square feet in the entire kitchen. Also on the wall with the window to the kitchen was a Queen sized bed, covered with down quilts and over stuffed pillows. As I sat down she stood up, lighting several candles around the room.

She turned the electricity off and sat back down beside me. "I prefer to read by candle light." she said, taking up a book from the off side of the couch. She sat the book between the two off us. I put my hand on the spine of the book, and she laid her hand atop mine. With her forefinger and middle finger she stroked the backside of my hand.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head, I knew I was blushing, but I could tell she couldn't see it in the dimly lit room. I helped her up and she sat on my lap, her legs draped across myself and the length of the couch. We kissed heavily, lips and tongue entwining, lost in the moment of lusty passion. As I held her I slid my hand under the back her shirt, caressing the small of her back, moving up slightly, running my fingers up the concave grove her spine created. I made no move to her bra, not wanting to seem too eager. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her collar bone, "Unhook my bra..." she said, breathing heavily as I sucked tenderly on her neck. I slowly moved my fingers lazily over the back of her bra, finding the 2 clips keeping her breasts contained in this bra. I moved my hands over it and with ease unhooked them both. She slid her bra out from under her shirt and tossed it on the floor. As I continued to kiss her neck she unzipped the jacket she was wearing, revealing a small black t shirt, with no logo or decal present. She slid the shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra.

I moved back down from her neck to her collar bone, and then to her chest, slowly caressing and kneading her breasts before kissing them lightly. In my mind I remembered how stupid people looked licking and sucking one the nipple, so I forced myself not to, trying to keep my composure. She took hold of my shirt by the underside of the sleeves and hoisted it over my hand and onto the floor. We kicked our shoes off climbing into her bed. The mattress seemed to form a groove around us and we sunk in the middle together. I pulled her belt off and she pulled mine off, she unzipped my pants and I hers. She pulled my socks off using her toes, and I sat up, taking hold of her leg. I kissed it from thigh to calf and took her sock off with my teeth, and doing the same for the other foot. Still sitting up I pulled her panties off and she sat up, and pulled mine down to my knees, which I was more or less standing on. I slid them off the rest of the way and threw both my boxers and her panties to the ground, with our pants, shirts, and her bra.

We we lost in the lust of unholy passion. As she laid back, her legs spread, I plunged my throbbing member into her wet, hot womanhood. She moaned with pleasure and shivered with excitement as I pushed in and pulled out, and did it again and again. As I was laying over her, my arms planted on either side of her, hold me up, she put her arms around me. She was caressing my back at first, running the tips of her fingers over my back, up and down my spine, giving me chills. Soon though, she was putting pressure on her hands. It wasn't long before her moderately lengthed finger nails here dragging cross my back, leaving welts in their wake. As she moved over and over my back she began to draw blood, and at first it was painful, but now I was drawing sexual gratification from it. It was turning me on all the more!

I bent low and kept kissing her. Her velvet lips, her supple neck, and her firm luscious breasts. She was moaning, breathing heavily, and writhing in pleasure bringing her to sweat. I licked the sweat off her neck and chest, like the sweetest of any nectar. I could feel the juices of her pleasure running down my leg, it was a warm trickling sensation, very pleasurable. Finally I grabbed her and I flipped us over, I as laying down and she was sitting on top of me, sliding up and down. I put my hands on the upper part of her hips, on her stomach, helping up to move up and down easier.

We were both sweating and breathing heavily when finally we came together, in a moment of lust being unleashed onto the world we were entwined, bound together, by the pleasure that binds us all to this world....

er lingered in the air, as a sweet reminding of what was to come.

I took the walk down to that part of the city, it was quite different from the streets I last remembered, the air was sweet and it was well lit, beautiful women and handsome men standing in the alleyways and avenues. This place was different though, it was dark and dank. It looked like it had just rained, but there wasn’t a cloud for miles, the street was covered in trash, and the beautiful women were replaced by homeless men and garbage cans, bottles of dry liquor, and bloody tampons. The air had a pungent sweet smell, like fruit.
I looked up at the street sign, to see if I had the right street, it said “Lonely St.” but it was different, it was scratched up and covered in graffiti. It now read “Spook City USA”

Not letting that stop me from seeing my sweet Barbara I strode on strong, widening my steps. I saw the building, I looked just like their old place, but not the sign read “Horror Hotel” and it glowed in dim red neon, making the walls and ground look like they were covered in crimson blood, like jack the ripper was back on duty.

I walked to the door, and instead of the bright lights and walking face it was dark and blue inside, and I saw only shadowy figures. The door was covered in cobwebs, like it hadn’t been opened in years. I pushed it open with an uneasy creak. My confidence was diminished when I reached the counter, instead of the beautiful women, there was another, still beautiful, but her face was covered in scratched and flaking skin, like she was suffering from leprosy. Her lips curled into a smile, and I was greeted with yellow rotten teeth, she pulled a key from the wall, there were very few keys hung up now, instead of the hundreds I remembered. She lifted the key closer up to my face, and she blew on it, dust drifted up to my face. Her breath lingered in the air and it was rotten, like rotten meat.
I uneasily took the key in my grasp, “Room 21” I looked at the clerk.
“I want the room Barbara is in.” I told her in a mutter.
She smiled her hideous smile, “That’s her room, short lovely girl? Right.” she said in a dry voice.
“Right.” I said, in an even more uneasy voice.
My feet turned toward the hallway, and started walking, slowly. The figures that were covered in shadow stayed that way, I could see no facial features, no nothing, just a human shaped shadow, with slits for eyes.
I walked up to the 3rd floor. The doors were cracked as I walked, pale yellow eyes peered out at me, looking scared and longing for help.
I found room 21, and I pushed the key into the keyhole, I twisted the key, more scared then excited. I turned the knob and the door slowly creaked open, I walked in. I saw the room was in the same arrangement, but the bed cover was dull and gray, as were the under stuffed lumpy pillows. The night stands were cracked and rotting, about to fall apart where they stood. My head flew toward the corner where I had first seen Barbara, there was a shadowed figure sitting under an unlit lamp, the legs crossed and the hands on the thighs, just like she was sitting the first time I had seen her.
“Barbara?” I whispered to the shape in the corner.
The hand ominously floated from her thigh up to lamp a dull blue light came from the lamp shade, and I saw her face. Thank God, she was still the same. But there was a cold air about her, instead of the warm wet one I remember. Now her skin was pale white, and her eyes were just as pale, and they were cracked with red lines. I smiled at her. Her eyes now seemed to bore into my soul. The edges of her lips curled up into the smile that I loved, but it was different, her k-9 teeth were now sharp and elongated.
She seemed to float up to me, and her dainty little fingers were now claw-like with long black painted finger nails. Me pulled my belt off and tossed it on the bed behind us, he pulled my closer by my pants and brought her mouth close to mine. I pushed my face closer to kiss her, but she grabbed my bottom lip with her teeth, as she did her fingers flew like they had before, with a magical speed, unzipping my fly and unbuttoning my jeans. She released me from her teeth and pushed me back on the bed. I tasted the blood from my lip as I landed on the bed, I was once again naked, but the bed was messy and cold, not like the last time I had laid in it. She landed on me, naked, just like the last time, her cunt and ass rubbing on my stomach, and her skin was cold and clammy.
I reached up to touch her breasts, but she smacked my hands down, and I withdrew. My cock was hard and hot just thinking of what was in store for me. She kissed my lips, then kept moving down, to my neck, she laid on my neck for a moment, licking it, tasting it, then she moved down licking each part of my part of me, until she got to my nether regions.
She took my cock in her mouth, it was still tight, but it was dry, and cold. She licked and sucked on my cock lustfully, wanting me to get off as soon as possible, just to eat my cum. She stuck her finger up my ass and I came right away it squirted in her mouth and he drank it up, he kissed my cock and sucked the remaining cum out, and she bit down lightly on my cock, and drew a drop of blood. I winced and jumped. She laughed and pushed me down as she sucked on my cock again.
Finally she stood above me and impaled herself on my cock her pussy was tight and wet, but it wasn’t her pussy juices, I looked down, and it was blood, I paid it no mind, I was getting off good, like before, it was tingling and I was loving it.
I grabbed her waist and helped her up and down, she grabbed my right hand and pulled it to her mouth, she pulled it up to my wrist and she started kissing it, the she bit in and drew to streams of crimson blood, but it was far from painful, it was orgasmic. She sucked and sucked and sucked the blood from my wrist.
“I’m about to cum.” I said, wincing through the pleasurable pain.
She jumped off my cock and stroked it hard and coldly, blood flying every way, then I came, my cum, with a mixture of blood landed squarely in her mouth, and she swallowed it.
“Mm-mmm” she opening her eyes and licking her lips.
Finally she bent over the bed, wanting anal again I suppose. I put my cock up to her  asshole, and as I did I noticed that there was blood dripping from it, as I pushed my cock in blood spurted out and spattered on my stomach. I pumped in and out, just like before, slowly at first, the getting into a rapid rhythm.
She was moaning like the time before, and her ass we tight, but it was cold, like the rest of her body.
She flipped over on her back and I pumped away at her ass, she moaned and moaned. Finally she reached orgasm, but instead of cum she squirted blood, blood sprayed out and covered my body, and she wailed like a banshee.
I kept pumping and pumping until I came in her ass finally, but she body wasn’t moving, it was lifeless.
I looked and saw he face, it was dead, she had no life in her eyes, she had no pulse. I was fucking a dead body?!
I pulled my cock out and backed away, he body fell to the floor, still lifeless. Her body rolled over onto its back and her stomach was gapping open, her internal organs spilt from within her, littering the floor. There was blood and tissue covering the floor. I kept backing up until I backed into someone. I turned and it was Barbara, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, I stared into her eyes, and she mine, but I was hypnotized. And while I was under her spell she sank her teeth deep into my neck, piercing my jugular vein, she sucked and sucked and sucked until I had almost no blood, I was running dry. I was carried from the room and through into a dungeon. I was chained to the wall, I had been tricked. I traded my life for the greatest sex in the world.
I recognized the smell in the air, like sweet rotten fruit, the way decaying human flesh smells.

“I don’t wanna be here in this London dungeon, I don’t wanna be here in this British hell, its no misery, why I’m in misery, it’ hell.”

d in potholes on the street, though it hasn't rain in years. This place smells rotten, like some dead animal; like a colony of huge, fat rats gathered under the streets and committed mass suicide just to make this place smell like shit. My mind lingers on this thought for only a moment then I move on. I follow Nike into Fred's shop. She opens the entrance but pauses for a second, she starts hacking then spits a wad of phlegm on the sidewalk, near the feet of a passerby. After this profound moment she disregards it and moves into the shop, I follow her.

In Fred's shop the lights are fluorescent but still dim, and considering it's location the place is relatively clean. All along the walls on either side of myself and Nike are glass cases filled with guns and ammunition, and above these cases, on the walls, are tons of racks holding up huge guns and swords, and other things of this sort. I stop at a case, maybe the fifth or sixth along the wall. This is the case I always stop at because it's full of antique revolvers, like six shooters. These days no one uses a gun unless it has seven magazine slots and five sights, infrared, and night vision; in short no one uses anything but a B.F.G.(B.F.G. meaning Big Fucking Gun). But me, I have class, I like to blast a fucker's head off with a nice six gun, I'm particularly partial to the .357 magnum.

Not many people watch films anymore, especially since the earth has gone on menopause, I but like to watch a nice Flem every now and again. A while back when Nike, Flem, Frank and myself were looting up some old scraps from some broken down beater we came across a box of films, not film reels though, more like laser discs. Either way they had a bunch of old movies; Dirty Harry, The Pale Rider, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, and other movies in that vein. I am a huge Clint Eastwood fan, probably the only one anymore, no one is 'light-hearted' enough to watch films when the world is crashing down around our ears, but I really don't care. Everyone has got to die some time.

After imagining myself riding out on the range during sundown I start walking quick, like to catch up with Nike who, despite my pausing, has kept moving on her path. "Slow down Nike, Fred's not going anywhere." I tell Nike, catching up with her, and shortening my strides to match hers. "Yea who gives a flying fuck, I don't like Fred too much and I sure as fuck don't like his goddamn sleazy ass store." she tells me, and even though she's not looking at me I can tell she says this through a rotten sneer. "Who are you calling sleazy?" I say this at a whisper, like only I can hear it, but Nike picks it up, "Yea, why don't you fuck off, instead of having a fuck with me you'll hafta choke your own goddamn chicken." she tells me off.
"Well if I don't fuck you then you don't get fucked." I say matter-of-factly.
"I'll just go out to some bar and find some random fucker to get it on with." she taunts me, "It's not like I gotta worry about AIDS or any of that fuckin' shit."
"Yea well... Fuck you..." I say this last bit at length, not knowing what else to say.

Nike gives a mocking laugh, we both know she's won the argument. At the end of this part of the building is a small office, where we'll most likely find Fred. That's where he always is. When reach come close to the back door Nike stops and turns to me, "You do the talkin' and do it fast, I don't wanna be around this faggot longer than we hafta be, okay?" she tells me, looking straight into my eyes, I nod. I reach up and knock on the door twice. "Yes, I'm very busy, who is it?" a voice calls through the door, Fred's voice. "It's me, me and Nike that is." I shout back through the door.

After a moment, and bit of paper rustling the door flies open and there stands Fred Lowe. He's probably about 6'1" or 2", he's sort of lanky but has broad shoulders. He's got shirt black hair and glasses, today he's got a bit of face stubble and he looks a little worn out. "Good to see you again, my friends." he tells us forcing a, what he would think of as welcoming, smile through his constant grimace. He steps to the side and ushers us into the cramped office, "how have you been?" he asks in a friendly manner, "Good." I say simply, and Nike just nods. He points to the three chairs in front of his desk, which is cluttered with papers and photographs, I take a seat in the one to the far left, and night sets in the one on the far right.

He takes a seat at his desk and continues he's bitter-sweet smile, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?" he asks, looking from Nike to me. I hesitate for a second, but then press on, "The same thing we always come here for." I tell him. "You need rare and expensive parts then." he says putting his right forefinger to his chin. "Well you got the 'rare' part right." I say jokingly, though not really wanting to spend any money. "Of course, of course." he says laughing at my feeble joke.

"So what sort of items are you looking for?" just the usual questions.
"Well, we're looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators. And maybe a few guns and some ammunition." I knock the list off.
"Well, it's going to take a while on the p38 to 3.75mill piece, that's rare, and I know we don't have any of those in stock, I'll have to order it, but it'll take anywhere from two days to a week for delivery though. And on the guns: what you see is what you get."
"Okay, well..." I pause, I don't want to stay in town for a week, and I know Nike doesn't either, "Well, we'll go ahead and take the guns I guess, but Nike and I will have to talk about the adapter..." I pause, waiting for him to get up and leave us alone, but he doesn't move. "Can you give us a quick minute." realization hits him and he gives an embarrassed laugh, "Of course, of course. I'm so sorry." he hops out from behind his desk and walks toward the door, "If you would be so kind as to open the door when your done." the he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Once the door is locked Nike jumps out of her seat and starts walking around his office. She looks around his three filing cabinets, and thumbs through the documents and photos on his desk, "What are you doing?" I ask in a shouted whisper. "Shut up!" she says this in the same hushed yell, "I'm looking for something we can make money off of." I give her a puzzled look, "look, idiot, if he's got to order this fuckin' adapter then it's gonna cost us out the ass. And I don't know about you, but I don't wanna pay like that." she opens the draws to his desk and hits pay dirt.

She reaches her hand into the drawer and draws it out, holding a golden antique revolver. She smiles and tosses it to me, expecting me to be an expert. "Wow..." I say more to myself than to her, "An M1869 .45 Caliber Schofield single action six shooter, with a nickel finish." I recite this almost involuntarily while I finger the gun and turn it over in my hands, "This is so freaking cool." I'm awestruck, this is such an awesome pistol, "Glad you like it, it's a sale then, we'll take it." she says smiling in a viscous, greedy way.

"Okay," I say, preparing to change subjects, "What about the adapter?" I say this pocketing the pistol.
"Fuck..." she says in contemplation, "I guess we'll hafta wait on it, we can't go back without it, we fuckin' need it" she makes up both our minds.
"Alright." I say, moving to the door, as to open it. As I reach for the knock it twists before I can reach it and the door opens again, "Sorry, I couldn't stand the suspense." Fred says. He's laughing when he sits back at his desk, "So what have you decided?" he asks me.

"You should know, you were fuckin' eavesdropping." Nike says before I can answer him. I look from Nike to Fred and notice Fred's face is turning red, "Well," he chuckles, "I'm sorry, I can't resist and secret" he continues to laugh, but Nike stares daggers and knives at him. "Well then, you know that we'll order it then, Fred." I tell him, looking down at my feet; fucking dickwad. "Naturally." he says smugly.

"Okay, you get in contact with your people then get back with us, we'll need to know how long we'll have to wait." I explain to Fred.
"Of course, of course..." Fred pauses for a second, crunching numbers in his head, "Come back tomorrow, I should know when it will arrive by tomorrow." he tells me.
"What time?"
"Maybe..." he looks at the ceiling, "One, no two PM, no one. Come back tomorrow at around one PM."
"Alright, fine, we'll be here." I stand up with Nike and we leave. I notice Nike has bit more speed in her steps now than when we were arriving, she must really hate Fred. Who knew cyborgs could be so prejudice.

Nike pushes the door open hard, nearly sending them off their hinges, "You really hate Fred huh?" I ask as we jump into the jeep, me driving again. "I just don't like fuckety ass faggots, that's all." she says with a rotten sneer. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?" I ask starting the car up. The engine rumbles and the vehicle starts to rattle.
"Let's go to a bar, get something to eat, then get someone to eat." she tells me, a curly grin on her face.
"Someone to eat?" I look at her strangely, "A girl then?"
"Yea, I think another hot piece of pussy might liven things up, who knows, we might find another big dick to bring back with us."

We're driving down 138th again, we're heading to Clyde's, which is on 140th and 67th. It's a Friday night and there are always all kinds of people staying around Clyde's a lot of hot girls, and a few good looking guys, nothing special; I'm sure at least one will peak Nike's interest. Night falls soon enough and we're sitting outside Clyde's, sitting in the jeep. "Okay, we needta find a nice short brunette, with a nice big ass." she explains to me what kind of girl she is looking for. I nod at every new characteristic and feature she adds, "long hair, red lips, cute small boobs." I agree with everything she says, her and I have similar taste in girls.

I pull the keys out of the ignition, Nike strips off her trench coat, and we step through the doors. The instant we enter the door heads are turning after Nike, whether it's because of the fact that they know who she is, or because she's sexy, I don't know. I look over at Nike, and she looks gorgeous, particularly in this light. She's checking out the bar, looking from table to table, seat to seat, looking for a prime piece of meat. "No..." "Not her..." "Too thin..." I hear her mumbling to herself, apparently about the girls who don't meet her standards.

"Let's take a seat at the bar, have a drink, you know." I tell her making my way toward the bar, she follows, sort of. She's zigzagging her way across the floor, looking at every girl she can see before reaching the bar. "Dry beer, J & B." I told the bar tender, he turns and looks to Nike, "The same for her." I say, brushing him away. I turn around and run my eye over the bar, there are a few choice girls I'd like to have, but what does Nike think? "Like anything?" I ask her, sipping my beer, not looking at her.

She keeps looking around, lingering in a place for no longer than a few seconds, "Kinda, there are a few hotties, but mostly ugly fucking pigs." she doesn't look at me. She picks up her beer and drinks it down in one, two gulps; she's definitely some kind of machine. "Well, do we have someone that meets your requirements?" I ask her, glaring hard at her breasts. She continues looking around then turns her eye on me, "Yea, I see one." she tells me.
"Well who the fuck is it?" I ask, getting a little frustrated, she won't stop dodging my freaking question.
"Her." she says pointing into a crowd of four, maybe five girls. There are a few cutey pies, they're all looking pretty young, seventeen or eighteen years old maybe.
"Which?" I still can't tell which girl she's talking about.
"The one with the long brown hair, with the glasses." she tells me condescendingly, as if I can't understand what she's saying.

I find the girl she's talking about immediately, and wowey, what a little honey dip. She's got curly, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice round butt. She's got a cute face and those black-horn rimmed glasses make her look even better. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nike get's up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.

Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can't hear what they're talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl's face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she looks even more cute! Nike holds her hands up in front of the girl, like she's talking about a fishing trip, like she caught a huge fish, then Nike points to me. What the hell are these girls talking about?

Nike leaves the girl and comes back to me, she sits down a the bar and orders another beer. "Well? Is she coming with us?" I ask, laying my hand on Nike's thigh. Nike kind of shivers, takes a sip of her beer, then looks me square in the eye "She'll meet us out front in five minutes." she tells me like it's no big deal.
"What? How did you hook her?" I'm dumbfounded.
"Nothing, don't worry about it, the point is that she's coming with us, now pay the fucking barkeeper and let's get out front and wait for her." She sips her beer again and lays it down on the bar.

I wave to the bartender and he promptly walks over. He draws up the tab and gives me the bill, so I lay down the cash and leave him a nice five dollar tip, "It's your lucky day." I tell him tossing the cash on the bill. Nike and I stand up and find our way out of the bar, which is a little hard seeing as how the bar is packed to the brim with swingers and sluts looking for dirty one night stands, so I guess Nike and I are one less pair of perverts.

Nike and I hop into my jeep and we sit out in front of the bar, waiting for our little girlie. I start the engine up and turn on the heater, it's a little cold out tonight. After a few moments of sitting in silence with Nike our little girl friend comes out of the dim light of this rusty little bar, but there is someone with her, a man. He's sort of tall (at least taller than I am) and he's got long wavy hair. He has chiseled features and a puss full of straight, white choppers; and he's smiling a lot for some reason.

The little girl stands beside our ride for a second and looks at me, "Hello, I'm Gillian." she tells, trying to be polite, "And this is my boyfriend, Devin." I look Devin over once and I look Gillian over twice, then a third time for good measure. "Hop in." I tell her throwing my eyes on the road ahead of us. The jeep purrs away while we drive down these mucky roads, the vibrations climb in my gut and nestle down, then crawl back out again and after that, on comes the next wave.

I find a low down motel and I pull into the parking lot, not because it's the only one that's vacant, but because it's only fifteen credits a night for one person, so Nike and the other two can sneak in once I've paid. I hop out of the jeep and find my way over to the office where I pay the desk clerk fifteen credits for the night. He gives me a weary glance and I wink at him, then I leave the office laughing like a jackal.

Room twenty-three on the second floor. So I whistle down to Nike and she brings up our two friends, Devin and Gillian, and I can already tell we are in for a hell of a night. The first thing Nike does when we all get into the room, and I close the door, is strip down to her bare ass. So Gillian and I start to do the same, but Devin stands their looking at me shyly. I take my time when I undress, I slowly loosen my shoe laces then toss my boots off to the side, then I slide my shirt and my pants off. Gillian is undressed and staring at me while I get down to my boxers, Nike is standing to the side with her arms crossed and Devin is still standing there fully clothed, all eyes are on me.

I pretend not to notice everyone staring at me, waiting for that special moment, and I just pull my boxers off. I step out of them and toss them across the room. I stand up and look around, and put my fists on my hips, trying to show off my piece a little bit. "You were right." Gillian whispers to Nike, her face going a little red. "Yip, that's why I keep him around." she says jokingly serious. She steps up to me and grabs hold of my flaccid shaft, then she turns to Gillian and Devin and winks at them.

I put my hands behind my back when Nike kneels down in front of me; finally, Nike's going to give me a freaking blow job! She licks up and down the shaft and strokes it a little to get it hard. She holds my cock up and kisses the head, then she slides into her mouth; though not all the way, only about the first two inches. She doesn't let me fuck her mouth though, she just sucks on it like a popcicle.

Nike pops my cock out of her mouth and looks to Gillian, so Gillian joins Nike on her knees. At this point Devin finally starts to undress. Nike and Gillian take turns licking my cock; Nike holds it to herself, licking it over, then holding it out for Gillian to lick it. My breathing is getting heavier as they change pace and Nike starts sliding it into her mouth, then Gillian does the very same. I'm moving closer and closer. They keep sliding my piece in and out of each others mouths and before too much longer they're taking turns sucking on it. I especially like Gillian's way of giving head, she's twirling and twisting her tongue around my cock like a slimy snake.

I'm getting nervous when Devin joins Gillian and Nike on their knees in front of me, does he want to suck my dick too? "Whose gonna suck Devin off?" I ask, trying to get him away from me. "No one, silly." Gillian told me in the split second she pulled my cock out of her mouth. "That's the deal," Nike starts to tell me, "They came with so that me, Gillian, and Devin will all get fucked by you."
"I don't know about that." I'm not gay.
"Look here fucker, you're going to let me, Gillian, and even Devin suck you off, then your gonna fuck all of us up the asses, and that includes Devin." Nike tells me, threateningly.
"I ain't fucking gay, Nike" I tell her, trying to reason.
"Gay or straight, there's no real difference anymore, that is a decades old problem." Devin tells me getting closer, pushing Nike and Gillian apart. "Whoa, whoa! Hold on!" I start to yell when Nike hands my cock off to Devin.
"Oh relax Benny-boy," Nike tries to relax me, "If some guy is sucking your dick you're not gay, its just some faggot sucking you off, that doesn't make you gay." she has a crappy logic.
I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain when Devin leans in on my crotch. Wasting no time he takes my entire length in his mouth and starts in by deepthroating me. When I he push down on my cock no further he sticks his tongue out and starts licking, this is probably for less endowed men though; when he sticks his tongue out he is supposed to be able to lick the dude's balls, but it's pretty much impossible to do with my cock.

Nike gives Devin's ass a nice slap before she stands up. She leans in on my and starts kissing me hard, really hard. She bites my bottom lip and she bites my tongue, she sticks her wet, writhing tongue in my mouth, and I am about to scream with ecstasy. She starts sucking my tongue, which almost sends me over the edge, then I remember there is a dude on my cock, and that brings me back off my cloud. She holds my head close to hers, gripping my hair to keep me in place. Then she backs off.

She crawls back down to where Devin and Gillian are. Gillian and Nike kiss and run their tongues up and down the sides of my cock while Devin handles the head, it's pure pleasure. I put my hand behind Nike's head, rubbing her neck, and shoulders gently; I do the same to Gillian. "C'mon, yea, I'm getting there." I tell them between breathless gasps.

Finally Nike grabs hold of my fat shaft and starts jerking me off, this deters Gillian for a second, but then she joins in. There is easily enough room for Gillian and Nike to fit both their hands on my cock all at the same, so that's what they do. The two girls are jerking my off, with four hands total, while Devin keeps sucking away at the head of my cock. "Oh fuck, Oh shit." I mutter, I'm getting closer and closer, shit...

"Oh, Fuck!..." I cum like a freight train. My cum spurts up in Devin's face while he holds his mouth open(though none actually gets into his mouth) I'm breathing heavily while the cum still squirts out, leaning back on my arms, "Shit..." Devin isn't done yet, he's still jerking my cock slowly, trying to milk it for every drop of cum.

I am being pulled and twisted like pink taffy at this point. I'm disgusted with myself for letting some faggot suck my cock, but at the same time it feels so fucking good... Almost as good as Nike, though I would never tell her this. I'd never live it down if I told her getting my cock sucked by a guy was almost as good as being sucked by her...

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She always rolled her pant legs up to her knees to keep the bottom of her pants from getting wet. At first I really didn't know what to think of her; pretty yes, but what was she really like? She blew me away. I don't know why, but I was really quite taken with her. Most girls always seemed to flirt a lot with me, but she really didn't, she really had me wondering about her. We had the usual co-worker conversations; asking about hobbies, family life, etc.

Often I had fantasized about her, her slender tan body, and her beautiful soft face. I thought about her small, soft, but strong hands wrapping around my throbbing uncircumcised member. And although I really had the hot's for her I could never do what I did with the other girls; just coming out and asking them how they felt, if they wanted to go steady, and most importantly: if they wanted to fuck.

So I worked by her side, day after day, suppressing my urges to just come out and ask her. Until finally one day I couldn't stand it any more! "Tannia," I asked her "I have a question to ask ya."
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Ask already."
"Have you ever thought about me, as more then just a friend?"
"Sure I have, but I can't get caught up in that shit. I'm going to school, so I can start my career." she answered, spoken like a true business woman.
"No, that's cool, I can understand... That's really important to some people." I sighed, dejectedly.
"Don't worry about it, I'm not shooting you down. I just have my priorities in a different order then you." she tried to comfort me.
"Well, do me a favor, and roll it around a bit in your head."
"I will, but I'm not promising anything." she said, trying to restore my confidence, without getting my hopes up. "Now let's get back to work, these fucking pizzas won't make themselves."

We didn't have any conversations about what we talked about, for a few weeks. Until finally one day she told me, "I have been thinking about what you told me."
"What do you mean?" I asked her, half knowing what she was really going to say.
"About being more then just friends." she said, refreshing my memory.
"Oh yea?" I said, a large grin spreading across my face.
"Well I thought about it, and I decided that I'd really like to spend more time with you, more time then just here at work." she said, starting to become a bit bashful.
"I'm sure glad to here it, Tannia. You wanna go out to dinner, or a movie or something? Sometime?"
"I'd be happy to, how about..." she consulted the worked schedule "Saturday night? 7 o'clock?"
"That sounds great!" my insides were crawling with excitement.

Days passed and Saturday night came. I walked to her apartment complex and picked her up, I'm not cheap or anything but we walked to the cinema, If you'd ever been in New York, you'd know... While we sat in the theatre, in the dark, she held onto my arm. Though not out of fear, she seemed to enjoy horror type movies. After the movie; Land of the Dead, her choice, I walked her back to her apartment.
"That was a pretty crazy movie" I told her, looking at my feet.
"Yea, it was good, just not as good as Dawn of the Dead, or even Day of the Dead."
"Yea, well I think Romero was doing just because all of his fans really wanted a new zombie movie from the zombie movie master."
"Yea, most likely, I think."
We carried on conversations like this on the way back her apartment. When we finally arrive she offered to let me come in, "Hey, if you want, we can go upstairs and maybe watch 'Dawn of the Dead' or something."
"Sure that sounds great." I said, and I really did mean it.
We got up to her apartment and she unlocked the door, "It's a bit of a mess, but I'm not what you'd call organized." she warned me as we walked into her 14th floor home. There were posters on the walls and on the ceiling; monster movie posters(Dawn of the Dead, Wolf man, White Zombie, Dracula, I walked with the Zombies, etc.) She had a small entertainment center with a VCR, DVD player, play station 2, and 4 large stacks of DVD, mostly consisting of movies she had posters of.
"Wow, this place is great." I told her, "It reminds me of my place.
"Glad to hear it." she laughed.
"Take a seat, I'll get the movie set up." I told her, trying to be as gentle-man-like as possible.
She laid back on her couch and I sifted through the stacks of DVD's, until I came to 3 or 4 different versions of dawn of the dead, "Okay, Regular cut, Theatre cut, Un rated, or the Italian version?" I asked her, looking at her selection of Dawn of the Dead movies.
"Hmm," she pondered, "How about the Un rated version, I wanna see some brain splatter." she said, making up her mind.
"I totally agree." I told her, setting the other 3 DVD's down.
I took the DVD out of the case and placed it in the DVD player's tray. I tossed Tannia the remote and sat back beside her.
As the movie started up Tannia pulled out a small white remote, and dimmed the lights with it, to a soft golden glow. As we got into the movie we both became more comfortable sitting by each other. About 20 or so minutes into the movie I put my arm around Tannia's shoulder, in a very cliche fashion. a few minutes after I draped my arm around her, she put her hand on the inside of my thigh, closer to my knee. I could feel the heat on my groin growing, as she inched her hand slightly toward my crotch, my erection grew long and hand, and down along my leg, the same leg she put her hand on. I don't have an incredibly large penis,only about 7, maybe 7.5 inches, but I could tell that she was looking at it just the same. She continued to edge her hand up until her open palm rested firmly on the shaft of my cock. I looked at her, and our eyes met. In that instant I knew we were both thinking the same thing. SEX.

Her hand worked fast unzipping my pants and pulling my throbbing, uncircumcised member out. She went down on me, first kissing and licking a bit, then finally letting her small, pink, soft mouth engulf my cock. I laid my head back in ecstasy. She tried as hard she could trying to deep throat my cock, but couldn't quite make it. She pulled my cock in and out, slathering it with her tongue, and rubbing it against her silken tender lips. And seeing my white skin mingled with her tan Latino skin only heightened my sexual climax. After 15 or 20 minutes I was ready to cum, "Ohhh, I'm gonna come Tannia." she pulled my cock out, as to not cum in her mouth, but my stream of hot jizz shot on her face. Interracial Facial. Her cute little face was covered in my cream, and she started to laugh, "Wanna help me out here?" she asked me. I took my shirt off and handed to her. She proceeded to wipe my cum off of her face. After she finished up, we both stripped bare ass and laid back on her couch. She climbed onto and mounted my erection, letting it sink slowly into her tight, little, bald pussy. She may have been tan, but her pussy was as pink as any I had ever seen. She shivered with pleasure as she went down further and further, until finally my entire cock was buried deep in her pussy. I could feel the back of her pussy pressing back against my dick, as I slid it out, and pushed it all the way back in.
Tannia shivered and was breathing heavily as she got on her knees on the couch, she rested her fore-arms on the arm of the couch as I took her from behind. I started slowly at first, with a nice slow in and out, taking a nice beating tempo. But as she would breathe harder I moved faster and faster, the tempo becoming rapid and unsteady. I could feel her tight little lips rubbing up against my shaft, it was like silk. I started moving around in a circular motion, touching the walls of her pussy, rubbing against them hard and strong. Tannia was moaning and breathing hard while I was going to town on her insides.
As I took her from behind I bent over her, resting my stomach on the small of her back, rubbing against her ass. I reached down to her, grabbing her breasts, kneading them like soft dough. I enjoyed her breasts before moving down to her stomach. I rested one of my hands on her stomach, holding her warm belly, while my other hand slid down to her clit. I pinched it between my thumb and fore-finger, rubbing it up and down. This drove her wild. I swear thought she was going to start panting like a dog, but she didn't.
I sat up-right and leaned back a bit, looking down at her tight hairless ass hole. I slowly moved my finger around it in a circle, before I started fingering.
"Let's turn over, I wanna see your eyes." she told me, moaning, a bit.
"Okay, Tannia." I said as she turned over.
She laid back, resting her upper back against the arm of the couch, she lifted her legs up, bending her knees. I grabbed her right ankle and laid it over my shoulder, I then did the same with her left leg. As I started thrusting in and out I kissed her legs, starting at her ankle, and slowly moving down, I soon passed her knee and kissed the inside of her tight, just below her knee. It was soft and warm, and sweet. Her hairless body tasted so sweet.
Her pussy was so tight, and so wet. The pink was delicious and it felt so right.
I shut my eyes tight moving closer and closer to climax, "I'm about to cum." I told her, in a heavy sigh of pleasure.
"Pull out, and shoot on my belly." she said, looking up at me with her soft glazed eyes, her brown irises glimmering with the glare from the ceiling light. I pulled my cock and, and pulled the foreskin back, and with that my body tensed and I reached orgasm. My stream of hot cum came out, and a large glob of it landed on her tits, but most of it rested on her stomach.
After a few seconds I brought my face down and buried it in her neck, licking, kissing, and sucking on her neck and cheeks.



Autumn in New York... Why does it seem so inviting? It spells the thrills of first nighting. Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel. They're making me feel I'm home...

were black and gray stalactites, glimmering, adding to her mysterious beauty. Who was she? Who painted this picture?

I went into the antique store and swooped down to the painting, it costs two hundred and fifty dollars, I paid for it, and it was money well spent. I carried the painting home at my leisure, and once I arrived I placed it beside my bed, while I was scouting for a nice place to hang it.

I pulled an end table from beside my couch, the painting was at least 5 or 6 feet tall and I wanted to make sure there was nothing obstructing the view. I hammered two large nails into the wall and hook some picture wire onto the painting. It took me a minute or two of fumbling with the painting before I had it hanging lopsided on the wall. I straightened it out, and for some reason the beauty of this woman seemed even more alluring. I placed the end table to the side of the painting, and put the nails and hammer away.

I was a bit tired so I undressed and climbed into the shower, I always enjoyed taking a nice shower before retiring to bed. As I was washing myself I heard some sort of noise, it wasn’t a banging or thud noise, it sounded like whispers and low breaths. I climbed out of the shower and walked through the house, looking for the source of the noise. The apartment was empty, maybe its someone next door, or upstairs, I thought to myself climbing back into the shower. Just as I was lathering up the soap it came again, breaths and whispers. I listened hard and tried to find out where it was coming from, or at least to hear what they were saying. The voices sounded like they were coming from all around me, up down and even from behind me. I listened carefully, but I couldn't’t tell what they were saying, it sounded like it was speaking a different language, but it wasn’t Spanish, and it wasn’t French, it was something I had never heard before, probably someone’s television is on, I said out loud trying to reassure myself.

I washed off and climb into bed, I grabbed the remote and tuned the television on, a small bit of noise from the television always seemed to help me nod off. Surely enough I was fast asleep. I was awoken but a noise, I jumped out of bed, it was a loud noise, like someone dragging a chair across the floor. The end table next to the painting was pushed out by at least a foot. There was nothing around, nothing that would movie that table that far. I went back to bed and only a few minutes the same thing happened, except the table was pushed out nearly intro the middle of the room. I called the handyman and asked him to come up and take a look around, maybe for something that could be doing this.

He came up quickly and I let him in. he and I started moving furniture trying to find maybe a rat hole or something I suppose. We found nothing.
“Maybe it’s just your imagination.” he told me as he was leaving.
“I don‘t know what it is.” I said aloud, more to myself then to him.
I laid back down and this time I went through the remainder of the night without so much as a noise. I got up and went to work, just like the usual day.

I came home straight from work and found my apartment in ruins. The shelves hanging on my walls were laying on the ground, and my clothes were out of the drawers torn asunder, my mattress was over turned and the stuffing as hanging out. I called the apartment manager and had him call the police.

The police arrived and started looking around the place, looking for evidence or fingerprints I suppose, I don’t quite know how policemen work. They took a few items and left my apartment, they gave me a card to call.
“we’ll be in touch if something comes up, thank you for your cooperation.”
I slowly took the card and read it, “yea, thanks.” I said not looking up.
I was so tired I went straight to bed.

As I lay sleeping softly in my bed something, some sort of life form crept across the room and to the side of my bed. I could feel someone looming over me and my eyes snapped open, my mouth dropped open as well. It was the woman from the painting, her magnificent wings folded neatly on her back. I looked up to her in awe from the mere sight of her beauty, just as she was in the painting she was clad in bare skin, nothing aside from the graceful tattoos up and down both her arms and legs.

She smiled a beautiful wide grin, and suddenly I felt at ease within myself, cozy and comfortable. She grabbed my hand and helped me climb out from under the blankets and sheets on my bed. Slowly we walked across the room, nearing the empty picture frame where she once stood. Just inches from the painting the phone rang, I blinked, and she was gone. I was standing in the middle of my room, near the painting, where I had been with her. I jumped over the bed and grabbed the phone.
“Franklin, this is James.” the voice on the other end of the telephone said.
“Yea, hi,” I replied groggy , “what do you want ?”
“sorry I hadta call you so late,” he started, the excitement in his voice building, “I got tickets to that concert on Saturday!” he shouted at me, his voice exploding in joy.
I gave a slight chuckle, he had been trying to win tickets to a concert, that would be on Saturday, for weeks.
“how did you pull that off?” I asked
“I know, it was sold out right? Wrong, this late night radio show was giving them away to the 6 or 7 or 12 caller or something like that, I called in and won.”
“okay dude, we’ll go on Saturday, yea?” I said trying to get off the phone quickly.
“Hell yea dude, its gonna be awesome.”
“alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I sighed and dropped the phone no the receiver, and my mind was drawn back to my dream, I was sleep walking, right?
It was 4 O’clock in the morning, so I started a pot of coffee and started getting around, taking a shower tog et off to work.

That evening when I got off work I went out for a drink with James to celebrate his winnings, then I went home. It was late so I decided to get to sleep, the next day we would be going to the concert hall. I laid down to sleep, but tonight I was feeling a bit uneasy, I had never had a reoccurring dream, so I didn't think I would have that creepy dream again, at least I hoped I wouldn’t. I slowly nodded off to sleep, and inevitably was awoke by the noise of the end table scraping across the floor.

When I opened my eyes she was already standing over me, smiling her beautiful smile. I took her hand and climbed from the bed again, I felt great, I wanted nothing more then to go with her, I want her. I wanted to caress her with my hands, and I wanted to explore her soft body with my lips and tongue, I felt like I was under a spell.

We climbed through the frame of the painting and into a dark place, it looked like a cave of sorts, but the stone was shining and silvery, like adamantine mithril. There was no light source within the cave, but still the stalactite shone and glittered.

She laid me down on her floor and started exploring my body with her hands, slowly she pulled off my shirt and sleeping pants, and wasted no time in pulling off my boxers. She and I were naked together and I had never felt more right, I felt safe in her arms, I felt safe under her black wings.

As she caressed my neck with her lips and tongue I could smell something, it was the smell of a light rain, light and sweet. She felt warm, even hot, to the touch, and she was laying right on top of me. As her and I made love her giant black wings enveloped us. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rock hard throbbing cock. Sex had never felt so good or so right. Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices were warm and thick, then they ran from her vulva. As she slid up and down, up and down, her juices slapped and splattered around us, her ass was sticky and wet with her down juices and her pale white skin glimmered in the light reflecting within her wings.

The more she rode atop me the tighter her pussy seemed to get, and it felt great, the friction was red hot and so was her cunt. But as she still rode atop me I felt myself getting weaker, more tired, soon I was laying there, motionless, and she just kept riding it. As soon as I felt I was about to cum she jumped off my cock and started sucking it, licking it and massaging it. I popped out, and she slurped it up, even licking up the dots of cum on my stomach and her breasts.

The sweat on her breasts was shining and glittering in the impossible light, filling me with terrors so exciting no mortal man could imagine them without witnessing her first hand. The light bouncing around inside her engulfing wings danced on her breasts with the shadow, hypnotizing me.

She climb back on my cock, but instead put it in her ass, it was even tighter then her pussy, and like her pussy got tighter the more she sat on it. It was warm and velvety, and it felt so right. There was a warmth in my stomach, growing, and it felt so good, so right, it was nearly orgasmic.

She slid up and down just as she did before, but this time I took pleasure in noticing her breasts, ample and swinging freely. Bouncing freely, and captivating my mind. I looked into her eyes, her dark glowing eyes, she had no white in her eyes, she had no iris either, just a large black pupil, but with the light glinting it was irresistible. I was breathless, and as I got weaker she seemed to get more aggressive, and stronger. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me. But I could hardly thing then, I had nothing on my mind but this woman, her beauty, and her perfection.

I felt as I was going to cum again, and again she knew it, she climbed off and started licking and kissing my cock until I reached climax. She ate all my cum and sucked off the drops that she had missed.

Finally she took my long hard cock into her mouth, swallowing it with ease. She pulled it out and took it back in, deepthroating it, it felt so right, it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I was becoming intoxicated off her, like a high proof liquor, my mind was gone and I was out of it, I wanted nothing more then to please the devil goddess. She sat back and spread her legs for me and I put my face in her groin and started kissing her pussy. I licked her lips and nibbled on her clit, I buried my tongue in her vulva and licked her ass hole lightly with my tongue.

She felt so good. She felt so right….

d colored gels on them. There was only one car outside the building, it looked like that pink car Elvis used to drive, I can't remember, it's a Cadillac something or other... Anyway Franky and I made our way inside.
The house was lit with several scented candles, as you expect for someplace specializing in sex. Every table in the place has a white doilies on it, and the couches and chairs has skirts with ruffles. Mostly everything in the house was either pink or red, even the wood looked like red pine. The entrance had a desk, it looked more like a small hotel than a house. There was a clerk setting behind the desk, a woman, she looked about 30. She was wearing red slacks, a white blouse, and a red vest with gold buttons. Everything in this place was so tacky, even the woman, it gave the place a feel of the western saloons.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" the clerk behind the desk asked.
"Uh yea, I'm Franky, and this is Jeffie." Franky said, pulling out his membership card, they had sent us in the mail the week previous. I did as Franky did and I pulled out my ID card as well. The woman smiled and nodded at us, "Well what can I do for you today?" she pressed on.
"Well this is our first time here, and we're not totally sure how everything works." Franky explained. The woman grinned a little and spun around in her chair. "What kind of girls do you gentlemen like?" she asked, thumbing through few drawer directories. "Well I like 'em blond, with long legs, and... uh... busty." he said at length. The clerk stopped suddenly and pulled out a card from the drawer. She spun back around to us and handed Franky the card, "Like her?" the clerk asked. "Yea yea! She's Perfect!" Franky said excitedly. The clerk spun back around and opened another drawer, and found the key corresponding to the card. "third floor, 5th room on the left." she said after spinning back around and handing Franky the key. Franky handed her the card and walked off down the hallway, but not before winking at me with a huge grin on his face.
"What about you, Jeffie" she said, spinning back around, putting the card back in the drawer it originally was. "Well," I started, "I would like for her to be brunette, petite, with a cute face, and big eyes." I said, wrinkling up my jacket in my hands. She spun back around and her fingers flew through another drawer directory. She stopped and snatched a card up. She turned around and handed it to me, looking me in the eye. My jaw dropped to the ground! the girl in the picture as exactly how I had imagined her in my head. On the card as a full body photo of a girl, brunette with large green eyes. It had her personal information to the side; her name was Ginger, she was 5'0" and she had a lovely pear shape, only a size B cup, but she had a classic beauty about her. "She perfect." I said excitedly, I couldn't help but smile. I handed the card back to the clerk before she spun back around. She put the card back in place and opened a different drawer, to find the key. She turned around after picking up a key. "Here you are." she said handing me the key, "Fourth floor, second room on the left." "Thanks..." I read her nametag, "Cheryl." She nodded to me, and I returned it.
I made my way through the living room, it a den of lust, roundish love seats places around a fireplace, with a large white fur rug in front of a roaring fire. The windows had large pink and red drapes, held back with matching rope. There was a small bureau in the back, with an assortment of liquors and wines, the glasses where in the sliding cabinet compartments I assumed. Passed the living room was a staircase, with plush carpet all the way to the top. I made my way up the staircase, my hand on the rail. When I came to the top there was a wall to the left, and a hallway full of doors to the right. I made my way down the hallway, the smell of lust and scented candles in the air. All the doors were closed, but music slipped from the cracks around the doors. All the songs were the same, a lovely, soft, haunting song, it was a catchy melody. At the end of the first hallway was an open doorway, inside was another staircase, facing the opposite direction as the first one. At the top of this staircase was another hallway, and at the end of the hallway was another stair case. At the top of the third staircase was the last hallway. I found the second room, to the left, the number on the key matched the number on the door, of course.
I put the key in the door knob, twisted it, and opened the door. The room was rather large, and there was a bed near a large window. The drapes on the window, red and pink, were drawn shut. Right beside the door I was standing at was another door, the bathroom door, it was opened a crack. "Hello?" I said into the room, trying to peek into the bathroom, where a ray of light shown. "I'll be out in just a minute." the girl in the bathroom said. Her voice was soft and pleasant, and had a bit of a melody to it. "Make yourself at home." she said. I looked in the bathroom, I saw her reflection in the mirror. She was leaning over the sink with a powder puff in her hand, she dabbed it on her face and a little cloud of powder puffed off. I left the door and sat on the bed. In the corner of the room was a red overstuffed chair, and beside it was a tall lamp, and in the other corner of the room was a wardrobe, no doubt filled with sexy outfits and lingerie.
The door to the bathroom open and I could hear Ginger blow out a candle. When she stepped out all of the blood rushed straight to my head, she was gorgeous. I stood up to meet her. She was wearing a maroon boustie with black lace and trim, a black garter belt, black silk panties, and maroon stalking's. Her hair was fairly short, cut just to below her ears, and it feather out at the bottom, curling almost upward. Her cute face was framed by her shiny brunette hair. She had red pouty lips and plump rosy cheeks, her eyes were bright green, and her make up was perfect, like it was painted on by an artist. "My name is Ginger." she spoke, meeting my eyes with a curly grin. "I'm Jefferson, but you can call me Jeffie." I replied. She held her hand out to me, as to shake it. I gently took hold of it, I bent over with my hand behind my back and kissed it. "Nice to meet you." she said, holding the back of her freehand up to her lips. She walked around me and sat on the bed. She leaned back and propped herself up with her hands, "So, why don't you tell me what you'd like to do." she said, her pearl white teeth showing through her grin. "Well, Uhm, how about we start with some foreplay? and then take it from there?" I said, seeing if it was okay. "That sounds great." she said, standing up to me. She put her left hand around me and started unbuttoning my collared with her right. She slid my shirt off and lightly put her forefinger on my lower lip. She slid her finger down my chin, then my neck, and down the middle of my chest and stomach. She unhooked my belt and pulled it out of my belt loops, she tossed it on the chair in the corner, along with my shirt. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, she loosened them and let them fall to the ground around my ankles. We laid back on the bed, letting my pants slip off, onto the floor.
When we kissed it was like cold fire, you could feel the heat and passion, but it didn't burn. Her tongue was writhing in my mouth like a snake, it was warm and felt great. Our lips met and I was engulfed in lustful passion. As we kissed she held her right hand behind my head, running the fingers of her left hand on my chest and stomach. I held my right hand around her back, rubbing and smoothing my hand across the small of her back, holding my left hand on her face, feeling her warmth. She moved her hand down my chest, to my stomach, and finally down to my nether-regions, groping and massaging my groin. I made move next move, taking my hand from the small of her back to her luscious butt. It was smooth like silt, and warm, I rubbed my hand across it before gently squeezing it.
She sat up, strattling me with her legs, she plucked at the lace on her boustie, letting the lace fall limply after it was untied. She pulled the boustie off, letting her breasts rest lightly. They were beautiful, perky, and soft might I add. She started to unlatch the garter belt and stockings, "No no, leave them on..." I whispered, completely taken by how the stockings complimented her petite size. She smiled, letting the edges of her lips curl into a little smile, "Okay." She came back, putting her hands on either side of my head, to prop herself up. We kissed once again, our tongues entwined in the passion.
She started moving away from my mouth, kissing and biting on my bottom lip, then moving down to my chin, and then to my chest, until she came to my boxer shorts. She looked up into my eyes, mischief in her gaze. She pushed the tips of her fingers under the waist band of my shorts, before pulling them off, exposing my member. She grinned whilely, and once again her gaze returned to my eyes, she smile and batted her eye lashes at me before taking it into her mouth. Pleasure surged through my body in waves, moving from my nether, making its way to my toes and up to my eyes. She pulled it out, saliva dripping from both my member and her lips. She started tonguing it, licking it, and kissing it, using both hands to massage me while her tongue went to its magnificent work. "I'm gonna pop-off." I whispered, closing my eyes tight. She smile and sat up, letting me shoot on her chest and stomach, rubbing it in with the end of my member. "Oh...God..." I moaned lightly, hardly able to move.
"That's not the end of it, lover." she said, rubbing her lips against my ear. She sat back up and looked at me face to face, I grinned and she matched me with her curly little smile. My piece was still rock hard and ready for what she had in store. She sat up on my stomach, and kissed me before sliding down and impaling herself on my member. She rose up and down, slowly, taking in her breath with her pleasure. She pressed her hands on my stomach to balance herself, and held her head to the ceiling, breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers of pleasure and pain. It was obvious the pleasure overrode the pain. She was so tight, and warm. She felt like silken velvet. I held onto her arms just below her shoulders, keeping her steady. Then she raised her arms up and bit, and I took hold of her hips, one hand on each side. She looked down and gazed directly into my eyes. Her eyes felt me with pleasure and terror, ecstatic joy; her eyes were a haunting bright green, eyes that I would never forget for the rest of my life. The sheets felt to be rising up around me, building up into almost a wall, because She and I were working down into the mattress, putting pressure on the pillow of air.
We came together and were joined in a moment of pure lustful ecstasy, passion that I had never known before, and nobody but her and I would ever know it. "Wow, that was amazing." I said to her as she collapsed in bed beside me. "You weren't bad either, stud." she said with a grin and a wink. "There's the bathroom if you wanna clean up." she said, pointing to the room she was in previously, "Thanks." I waited a few minutes before I finally got up. I gathered up my shirt, pants, belt, boxers, and shoes. I sat my shoes with my jacket and hat in the chair in the corner of the room. I walked into the bathroom while Ginger smoked a cigarette, laying on the bed. I turned the water to somewhere in-between medium and hot, tested the water with my hand, and climbed in. It was a stand up shower with a glass door, it was frosted over so you couldn't really see inside from the outside, or vice versa. As I started lathering up the sop I heard the bathroom door creak open, I looked over the top of the glass door and saw Ginger walking in. Within a few seconds she had opened the glass door and was standing in the shower, arms wrapped around me. She looped her arms around my neck, and I put my hands on her hips. "Again?" I asked excitedly, "Yea." she said, pulling her head back, biting her bottom lip.
We started kissing and I grabbed her left leg with my right hand. I pulled her knee up to my waist, where she curled her leg around the back of my legs. I bent slightly at my knees and came down to her, pushing my member inside her. We kissed as I thrust in and out; I could feel that her bottom lip was quivering. I pulled my head back and took a good look at her; her pretty face, her green eyes. I grabbed her by the butt and lifted her up off her feet; which she promptly wrapped around my back. I couldn't help but squeeze her butt as she bounced up and down, fulfilling both our sexual needs.
When I finally made my way back down to the entrance lobby area Franky was sitting in the chair, dozing off. "Franky..." I whispered, tapping on the short round brim of his hat. He jumped a bit, but never-the-less came-to. "It's 'bout damn time." he said looking down at his watch.
"You were right about this place." I said to him, looking back up in the direction of where my room would have been.
"I know. Who ya gonna trust?" he grinned, "Ya gonna trust me, Franky-boy." he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
We walked out the front door with a quick wave and a wink from the clerk woman.



Violet Fire

Did you know
I would come if you spoke my name
Did you lie
When you said you needed the cool
Of the night
To caress your deepest thoughts
I can hear
All the darkest things you think
I'm gonna make it easy
Did you smile
As I wandered in the black
Of your eyes
Now I live among the things
That we see
And the darkest things you fear
I'm gonna make it easy
Violet fire

and along the left side of her face is a long thin cut leading from just above her eye down to her chin, it curves about strangely. This cut look sewn together hastily, the stitches are uneven and crooked. She has a very beautiful face, pouty lips, the color purple, and a small button sort of nose; her eye lashes are long and twisty, black of course. Her hair is short and butchered, black with a bright sheen of purple. She's kind of short, maybe 5'3" but she has a great body; at least that's what I think. She has almost a pear shape, she has small but perky breasts, nice round hips and a juicy round butt. She's wearing a dark purple mesh shirt, showing her nipples, which are small and perfect. She's wearing some sort of bikini bottom with a garter-belt and dark purple stockings. She's wearing thigh high boots, which are dark purple, and they have radioactive symbols sloppily painted on.

Nike isn't only a strange girl because she's beautiful, and could slice you up with a knife in one hundred different ways; she's a cyborg. Though she's a cyborg she is one of the most advanced; she may be created using electric devices, and functions with the help of electric bits and pieces, but she has muscle tissue, and all the normal sort of glands and parts of the anatomy that any human would have; though her bones and brain are mechanical.

Anyway, let's get on with the story shall we? Yes, let's do. Nike and I are driving across the barren desert, which is named "No Man's Land" in a very cliche way. I almost forget the reason we're driving. We're driving from our small underground base, which is home to Nike, our mates Flem and Frank, and myself. We're on our way to a large city in the middle of the desert, like a sort of oasis. This is the only city for thousands of miles that actually has running water, food, and other sorts of supplies; let alone people. We're on our way to pick up some things, I can't remember what, but we have a list to read from.

It's nearly noon when we arrive at the Megalopolis city outskirts, and we've got to get through the check point gate. They have to check everyone out before they allow one into the city, to avoid some sort of attack or something. We get through the check point without incident and have to drive another half mile to get the inner city. We'll stop at a bar first, probably Clyde's, that's the same one we always go to. We'll get a few drinks then get on with our business in the city; finding some tools and mechanical supplies, probably some food and water too.

We leave the jeep outside Clyde's, normally anyone wouldn't do something like this, a car is bound to get stolen in this place. Though they know I drive it... and Nike hangs around with me, they're too afraid to do anything if they know she's involved. Nike and I are sitting up at the bar, I've got J&B and a dry beer, Nike has the same. We toss a few back, tie a few on, and drink a few frosty ones, just like we usually do. (even though she's more or less a machine Nike can still get pretty shit faced, strangely enough).

We stumble from the bar a few hours later, maybe at 3 or 4 PM, but we don't want to get on with our errands yet, Nike wants to find a motel room or something. So we jump back in my jeep, Nike driving this time, and we rush around town, finding a motel that isn't full up; this might be a little hard. After a while of searching, maybe 30 for 40 minutes we come across a crappy little motel; we didn't have much of a choice on rooms, they only had one left. It's hard to find a place to sleep if you don't live in town, people from thousands of miles around come to this city for just what we're here for, the supplies that is, not the sex.

We leave the jeep outside, with the keys still in the ignition. We bust into the room, hardly able to use the key, Nike is all over me, kissing me, licking my neck, grabbing my crotch. I'm reaching my hands up under her shirt, rubbing her breasts and her stomach. Before long she takes her shirt off and helps me with mine, more like tearing mine off and throwing it on the floor though. She bites my bottom lip and we fall back together on the bed, though maybe a little too hard; she bites on my lip with a bit more force than she initially intended, and draws a little blood. Though we don't let this stop us.

She runs her hands up and down my arms, from my shoulders to my elbows, admiring my physique. She runs her dainty little fingers around up to my chest, and she runs them up and down on my chest and stomach, still lapping it up. I flex my muscles as she does so, to give her a bit more of a kick. She stops and wraps her arms around my neck, and I lean up to meet her as she and I start kissing again; my mouth has a metallic tang to it now.

Her breasts are pressed against me, and my mind lingers on her hard nipples pressing against my chest; she's hot. She sits up, with her crotch on my stomach, she's really getting into it, and it would be easier for me to get into it if she wasn't wearing her little bikini bottom. And it's like she's reading my mind, just as I think about this she jumps to her feet and pulls her panties down, exposing her perfectly shaped, hairless pussy. She falls back on me, sitting back down on my stomach. Her sweet wet pussy is rubbing, and leaking, all over my stomach; it's warm, sweet, and slippery now!

As she sits up on my stomach she looks down at me with a lusty eye, she's knows that she's in power. "C'mon, eat it up." she tells me moving her crotch closer to my face. I do as I'm told and give her wet cunt a tongue lashing. I lick up and down the lips wetting it up even more, tasting her fine juice. I bring my left hand up and gently spread her pussy open as she squats over my face, sighing and moaning lightly.

I lick and nibble at her clit, tonguing it lightly, teasing her a little bit. Though the teasing doesn't appease her; she starts grinding her cunt against my face, "Eat it up, lap it you bastard. C'mon do it right!" she shouts at me, she doesn't want me to be gentle. So I oblige her. I bite down hard on her clit and ravage her sopping wet cunt with my lashing tongue, like the Romans flogging Jesus. She moans and screams a little bit as a tear her pussy up!

She grinds down on me harder still, so I wrap my arms around her thighs and embrace her, eating her pussy harder. I bite, nibble and lick at her clit, bringing her up to the edge. "C'mon! Eat Me!" she shouts at me, almost at the top of her lungs. So I do it. I stick my tongue in her pussy then draw it out and suck on her pussy lips. I bite her clit and suck on it the best it can. My face is covered in saliva and Nike's cunt juice; the warm, wet juice runs down my chin and onto my throat.

I bring my arms around Nike and reach for her ass. I grab at her butt and knead it harshly, then I start playing around with her ass. I run my finger around the rim, teasing her ass while I intensely attack her cunt. I dip my fingers in and pull then out, in and out, in and out. Nike moans louder and loader, she breathes harder and harder as I push her like a rock up a hill. I push further and further, biting harder, licking faster, sucking harder.

Then she goes over the edge. "Oh Yea!" she shouts, her voice a little gravelly. "Fuck!" I break a wide grin over my face, "Fucking A!" More of her juice squirts out in my face, and I love it. She falls back, landing on my stomach before sliding off to lay on the bed beside me. She's laying with her feet near my head and vice versa. "Well?" I tease, brushing my fingers against her pussy, she weakly lifts her head and looks at me with a strange eye. "Nice job..." her voice is cracking with exhaust, her chest is heaving, "... looks like you're not such a useless bastard after all."
"Well all guys gotta be good at something."
"I guess so... this isn't your only talent is it?" she asks, reaching up and grabbing my pants, she squeezes my piece.
I choke a little and laugh, "Wanna find out?"

She sits back up, finally catching her breath, "Let's get started, I wanna see if you've still got it." she tells me through a curly grin. I roll over and set myself up over her, she leans back and lifts her legs up a little, to give me easier access. I take hold of both of her feet with my right hand and hold them up while I use my left hand to guide myself into her sopping wet cunt. She draws in a heavy breath when I push my cock through, though I think she's over reacting, I only pushed about two inches of my member in. She looks at me with two lusty, glazed eyes, and a grin spreads over her face, telling me to push the remaining seven in. So I do just that, pushing it in slowly at first, three inches, four inches, five, six, seven, eight, then finally nine; I push my cock all the way in to the hilt. She breathes heavier and heavier the further I push it in and she closes her eyes.

She may be a machine, but she has the tightest, hottest pussy I've ever had. Lovely warm pressure consumes my entire piece, like some kind of loving embrace. Though I knew this was merely lust and nothing more. That's fine by me, could I ever really love a machine? Not only a machine, but a War Machine, made for nothing but killing and murder? I'm not sure... Though I know I can definitely fuck one if the cunt is wet enough.

I push myself in as far as I can, and make sure she can feel the pressure, every inch, in her gut before I pull it out. I withdraw slowly and start in again slowly, but instead I take it quickly and ram it home, two, three, then four times. While I continue pounding away at her insides she moans and wails like a mechanical banshee, and I'm loving every second of it.

I look down at her, looking her hot body over, heightening the experience all the more. I notice that her hands are grabbing at the bed cover, bunching the blankets up in her fist, then she releases them futilely. With every thrust I give to Nike she jumps up a little, as if she were startled, like she is thinking I couldn't possible go as deep as I did the previous time, but I do; perhaps even deeper.

I let go over her feet and she lets them fall to either side of me while I'm hard at work, thrusting in and pulling out. Her wet cunt is leaking it's sweet nectar all over the bed, all over me, and all over herself. I'm thrusting very hard and quickly now, and with every thrust Nike bucks backward a little, letting her breasts jiggle freely. I get distracted when I glace around the room, scoping to see something to keep my mind off of how badly I want to cum. It's five after eight o'clock, so we've been Fucking for nearly what? four hours? That's weird, it doesn't seem like its been four hours.

"Nike" I manage to utter between breathless thrusts. At first she gives me no reply, "Nike." I say again, "What?" this time she replies, sounding a little angry, like I'm interrupting her. "It's eight o'clock." I say this as if in passing, as if we weren't having wet, sweaty sex, like we were talking about cars or something. "Shit..." she says this letting out a deep lusty breath, "What me to stop?" I ask, thinking about how long it will take for us to collect all our supplies.

"Hold on." she says screwing up her face. She looks like she's going to lay an egg for a second, then she recontorts her face. "Just a few more minutes." when she says this a wide grin breaks over her face. I keep thrusting away, harder than previously, if that's even possible. I'm concentrating on Nike now, how beautiful she is, how great she smells, how tight and wet her cunt is. I'm doing this to bring myself around about the same time she cums.

"Oh fuck..." she says, not shouting though, she says it like she has a pain in her stomach or something. "C'mon Nike." I say, trying to rush her along. "Fuck you!" she's getting angry, she doesn't like to be told what to do when she has a dick in her. She reaches up and puts her fingers on my chest, like she's going to start massaging me or something. "Ah!" I shout when she starts digging her fingernails into my chest, leaving big red welts behind, even drawing droplets of blood.

"Fuck..." I say, thinking more about the pain than pleasure when Nike starts to moans loudly. Her moaning gets louder and faster with each passing second, she's coming around pretty quickly. "Ohhh... Ahhh..." she moans in heavy breath like she's sitting in a tub of hot water. Her chest is heaving; rising high and falling low. Her rapid breathing lets her breasts bounce around nicely, jiggling to and fro.

I can't hold myself back anymore! "I-I'm cumming!" I yell to the room as I feel Nike's pussy tighten up. Her body tenses up and I know she'll be cumming with me. "Ahhhh!" we both scream, though Nike adds a 'fuck' or 'shit' here and there. I let my load bust out inside Nike and she lets her juice flow too, but the pressure in her cunt is too great and the cum starts to seep out from behind my piece. I can't help but admire the cum oozing out of Nike's tenderized cunt while I pull my large member out, covered in the goo.

Nike and I sit there for a second, trying to catch our breath. Suddenly Nike reaches her hand down to her cunt and rubs at it for a second, "Is there still cum in me?" she asks, looking up at me. I look in her cunt and nod yes. "Goddammit." she says to herself plunging her middle and forefinger into her sloppy cunt.

She draws her fingers out and brings a bit of cum with this, but this doesn't satisfy her, she plunges them in again and brings them back out with more cum, and she does it again, then she seems satisfied so she picks up a small towel laying on the nightstand. She wipes her cunt up and down, drying it off. It looks kind of red, and maybe even a little enflamed, "I guess I don't know my own strength." I tell her jokingly, reaching my hand out for the towel in her hand. "I guess not, fucker." she says handing me the towel, tossing this last word in just for substinence.

I take the towel and wipe my still erect piece up and down, to keep it nice and clean. "Wanna take a shower?" I ask her, putting my feet on the floor. I sit on the edge of the bed and let my cock hang off the edge; this, for some reason, fascinates me. "Fuck it." she tells me, standing up from the bed. I turn and look at her. She pulls her little bikini panties up, to cover her hot ass and cunt. She steps into the garter belt and pulls it up to her waist, then she pulls the stockings up her legs and connects the two. She pulls her big purple boots up around her hot legs and starts looking around the room.

I stand up and pull my boxers on, then my socks. "What are you looking for?" I ask, picking my pants up off the ground. "My shirt." she says simply, not stopping in her search. I see her shirt laying on the floor, almost under the bed and I pick it up. "Here." I say, tossing the shirt to her. She doesn't reply. She pulls the mesh shirt on over her head, then looks at herself in the mirror. She turns around, looking at her ass, and the profile of her breasts. "Alright, let's get the fuck outta here." she tells me walking toward the door. I follow.

We step back out into the street to find the jeep in the exact same condition we left it in. I jump around and hop into the drivers seat and, without argument, Nike climbs into the passenger seat. The vehicle rumbles into life when I twist the ignition key, I pop the clutch and we move onward to our first errand. We're looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators, sort of a rare piece to come by, but we have a guy in town that will sell it to us for only three-hundred credits. It took as a while to find him, Megalopolis is a big place, home to probably about six-hundred-thousand people.

Fred Lowe, he's got a family store set up on the corner of 138th and 52nd, kind of a small place, but the single best place if you're looking for rare bits and pieces. On several occasions this has been the only place to find some parts that we need, of course we've had to special order them. I can't remember who found him, it definitely wasn't me or Nike, neither of us have the patience to look for a wrench, let alone a person. After about fifteen minutes of driving, mostly driving around alleyways and avenues packed with people, we finally come to Fred's place.

It's small and kind of shabby, it's the first floor of a ten story department store, and it doesn't look big from the outside, but inside is where it really starts to shine. That's probably why not to many people know about him; most people would think a shabby little store couldn't have any good gear or parts.

Oh well, Fuck them, as Nike would say.


Part two coming soon...