A Cock and Mouth Story

As silent as two inexperienced spooky undead people with fangs can be, Cassie and Rachel crept along the passageway to Libby's parents room. Indeed, all that could be heared was the faint rumbling in their tummies that the anticipation of fresh blood titillating their taste buds was generating.

After a spell of working very hard at it, Cassie finally managed to make telepathic contact with her daughter. 'Hey ****, who's taking who in there? Can I have the mother, please?'

'Wow! Well done with the telepathy, mum. It means we'll be able to mentally speak to eachother, even when we've got our mouths full of blood. Yeah, okay, you go right ahead and eat mum. I've an idea for an express feeding technique I want to try out on dad'.

'Can we shag them first?'

'Well, baring in mind that we've got a whole house to either kill or turn, I'm not sure we've time to go playing with our food. Besides, I've decided to let Libby's dad have our Sarah once I've turned him. I think that might be fun to watch, especially if he fucks her while he's draining her. Maybe he can use her skinny empty corpse as a draught excluder or something. Hey, you know what, if Libby's mum takes care of Libby for us, we'll be free to take and turn their Eric. He can then become our house ****.'

'Won't they want their son back?'

'Look mum, the way I see it, once we've turned Eric, he'll be on our side. It'll be three against two where his parents are concerned and my guess is they'll probably lose interest in their boy once they realise they've a whole city of gorgeous young men out there they can gorge themselves on in every way possible.'

'Yeah, you're probably right. Shall we crack on then?'

'Yes, lets!'

They didn't even bother to open the door; they just sort of ghosted through it and found the sensation of not quite dead wood passing through their bodies strangely erotic. Both secretly resolved to go, be engulfed and fucked by a huge, virile, sap-laden, fully alive tree, at their first opportunity. The idea of sharp wooden splinters penetrating their clitoris's seemed oddly alluring.

But first, they had Mr & Mrs Carter to contend with. It was easily and silently done. Under the visiting vampire's telepathic influence, their **** hosts started to have the most erotic dreams imaginable from which they'd no wish to wake. They started to moan and move in a most salacious manner. Even the bed clothes being pulled down didn’t wake them.

Gently undoing Mr. Carter's pyjama bottoms, (an easy job since he was lying in his back), Rachel thrilled to the size and florid colour of the fully engorged length of cock now exposed to her. She lightly ran her finger tips over it, marvelling at the hotness of it and the shining elastic skin now stretched tight over his errection. She sniffed it, she licked it; lying her head on Mr. Carter's belly, she sucked him deep into her mouth, relishing the salty, musky taste of him. Next, she repositioned herself so that she could hold the thickness of the cock between her teeth like a dog carries a long wooden stick. There was a faint tearing sound as she bit and immediately, a fountain of bright scarlet blood exploded into the room. Rachel was immediately covered in it. It gushed faster than she could swallow, but like all good girl guides, she did her best.

Meanwhile, Cassie had her teeth into Mrs. Carter's neck, the fingers of one hand digging deeply into the softness of her breast and a finger of the other hand viciously teasing the bud of her clitoris. It felt wonderful to so totally possess this woman who was writhing in ecstacy as her life-blood flowed out of her, but Cassie wasn't given much time to enjoy it. Suddenly, Rachel telepathed the urgent message that Mr. Carter was rapidly bleeding out and so Mrs. Carter had better get her gob around her husband's punctured cock pretty damn quick if she fancied still having a husband in a minute or two. Working together, they got Mrs. Carter sucking blood from her husbands cock. It was imperative that he himself should drink the blood of a vampire if he was to rise as a fully paid up member of the undead trade union. There wouldn't be time now to get him feeding off his wife so Rachel bit into her own wrist to get the blood flowing and then placed her wound against Mr. Carter's open mouth. Instinctively, he started sucking and the holes in his cock began to magically heal.

Then all went still. The metamorphosis was happening; Mr & Mrs Carter turned and thanks to Cassie and Rachel's telepathic influencing, rose to hunt down and kill those two young lesbians sleeping together down stairs.

"Right then", said Cassie, "let's go bag us that young stud and Rachel, do try to leave his cock alone this time. That laundry bill of our's is getting bigger by the second"