Nasty mouth

A few steps ahead of me, between the trees of the city park, the girl giggles. Of course, I follow, pulled forward by the unspoken promises of sulphurous promiscuity. Around us, the night is cold, the first snows are around the corner. The heavy clouds above our heads make this dark night even darker, and if it was not for the public lighting, I would most certainly loose this girl and her nasty mouth. But the last lamppost is now far behind me and all I see are shadows mixing with more shadows and, from time to time, the fleeting impression of the girl’s movement ahead of me.

Under a tall maple tree, I loose her. Fuck. She must have pranked me. Bitch! On the other hand, I knew this was too good to be true. When she approached me, cute and all, and started spilling her filthy words into my ears, I should have gone with my gut feeling, gut feeling that told me that no girl like that would ever pick up a guy like me in a bar. And yet, I wanted it so hard to be true, I held on to this demented hope that I would not, once again, go home alone.

Of course, she did not come straight at me, she was subtle, well sort of subtle. She started soft with a few references to her tits, than she went harder moving down to her ass and private parts. In far dirtier words, of course. She was not outright telling me she was horny, she just kept on using the words and expressions that my mom warned me against.

After a while, she told me:

“Let’s go for a walk in the park, this poor cunt needs some fresh air.”

A car drives by on the the road circling around the park, a pair of eyes stand out in the shadows. At first, I think it is a deer or some kind of wild animal, which is weird because deers do not come down the mountain this early in the winter. But then, the deer giggles and the reflecting eyes move away. So, not a deer or some other wild animal, but the girl with the nasty mouth making sure I follow.

Once again, ignoring all the signs, probably due to my excisively hammered state, I dive into the bushes following the trail of the girl. The more I dive between the bushes, the less light I get. Finally, I stop. I do not see a thing, except, looking up, for the faint glow of the town’s lights reflecting on the thick carpet of clouds above. That is when she decides that the game is finished. Finished, well, maybe not, but at least time for the game to take a turn.

“Gotcha, lover boy!”

A hand wraps around my neck.

I shiver. Why? I do not know. Maybe her cold fingers on my skin. Maybe the surprise. Maybe the relief of having found her and not having to go back home alone. It is all very confusing, I am very confused, once again, probably because of the drinking or maybe because the prospects of me getting laid tonight look better than ever.

She slithers around my body and leaves a peck on my lips before lowering herself to her knees.

“Let’s have a look at you, big boy…” she says as her fingers work their way through my belt and the buttons of my jeans.

My God, this is happening!

“Big boy indeed… Nice…” she says pulling on my pants, with a surprised glee in her voice.

Her hand has caught my snake through the fabric of my boxers. I call it my snake because it has been called that several times in the past. It has been called other things too, one of them being “that fucking monster” but no need to dwell on that.

Truth be told, I am not being immodest here, just plain objective. I have a snake roaming my pants, a python, a circus tent pole, a third leg, too thick and too long. A few girls like it, some love it, but most of them find it too much. Kind of a curse to be honest. Being bestowed with such a member is not always a gift, rarely, to be perfectly clear. I could have had an honest career in the porn industry but, in backwoods northeastern North Dakota, this was never really an option. But the girl does not seem intimidated as she drags it out.

“Nice…” she repeats in a more suave tone.

Her fingers are cold, almost as cold as the night around us. I am about to ask her if she is feeling alright, but I do not. I cannot pass up the opportunity by enquiring about her health. I feel we have a couple of things to take care of tonight, before we go to the emergency room of our local hospital.

“I am going to love this… and you should too,” she rattles between her teeth.

Her left hand has wrapped around the base of my shaft, just above the balls. My limp cock is, quite unsurprisingly, less and less limp. I exhale. She approves with an evil giggle. Her right hand fingers, slim and long, start to trace the contours of my growing manhood.

She is good at this, damn good.

I bite my lower lip. Her ring and index fingers, facing down, slide below the head of my dick, while her middle finger teases the tip. She is damn good at this. And cold. Damn she is cold and yet it feels good. The skin of her fingers are so soft, silk levels of soft, and my cock is hard, rock levels of hard. If she goes on like this, I am going to come like a freshman on his first date… and that would be a shame. But what can I do? I can already feel the precum pooling between her fingers. ****, I try to think about national league baseball results to delay the looming moment.

She squeezes one last time and lets go. She stands and looks me in the eyes. I should not be able to tell, in the total darkness that surrounds us, but her eyes… her fucking eyes are fucking glowing. Fucking glowing, glowing fucking yellow in the fucking night… and I can see them fucking glow in the fucking total darkness that surrounds us.

“You will hold it… until I tell you to release…”

Drilled into my mind.

I will hold it. Until she tells me. To release.

I should run, run the other way. This girl is not fucking human, and, for that, I should be running the other way, but I cannot, mainly because her hand is back on my dick. And also, because my feet do not seem to be in working order. No matter how much I tell them to turn around and get my fucking carcass the fuck out of the fucking bushes, they refuse to fucking move.

And the fucking glowing eyes get out of sight, lowering with the head they are attached to, back to face my crotch. And the fingers are back on my organ. The right ones playing with the sticky substance on the head and the left one, at the base, squeezing gently.

And my fucking feet that refuse to obey.

Her lips, as inhumanly cold as the rest of her body, touch the tip. Her lips, barely parted, suckle for a bit. This feels so fucking good.

“Mmmh…, you taste amazing, lover boy,” she moans moving her mouth away of its labor for a moment.

But, the moment is that, a fleeting instant when she withdraws to utter her appreciation, before going back. So the suckling resumes and is soon followed by her lips, really parting this time, wrapping around the head. Oh my God, how weird is her cold mouth, wet and cold entrapping the oversized bulb. Weird but fucking pleasant. I moan. Her tongue enters into the game. She runs it above and below, to the sides. And before long, she starts to take more and more of me into her.

That is when I notice them. Her teeth… Most of them feel like normal teeth, but her upper canines feel weird. Fucking weird! Longer than normal, pointier than normal, sharper than normal. Oh fuck… I shiver. Not that it is unpleasant, quite the contrary, but it feels fucking weird and… fucking scary. These two sharp… fangs… tracing painfully pleasing lines on the most priced part of my anatomy. Yes, I could loose an arm or a leg, even both, and live with it. Loosing the snake, on the other hand… Even if it is a curse that rarely pleases my partners, I still hold it quite dear.

Suddenly, taking me away from my dismembering related digression, her lips meet with her fingers. The fingers that were holding the base of my pole. I realise that she has taken me whole, without gaging… whole. This is, certainly, the first time in my life it happens. I was so concentrated on her teeth that I did not realize she had not stopped after a third of the length, as my most daring partners usually do, or even halfway, as that particularly eager girl did a few years back. And that experience did not end well for her or my pants, which she ended up covering in puke. No, this one had gone all the way down to my balls. The whole nine inches. She had taken my whole dick in her mouth and throat and did not even seem bothered by it.

And she slides out and, without taking her breath, she repeats the incredible feat. And it feels so good, so fucking good. The teeth, marking the full length with two indelible lines and her throat, cold and wet, taking my monstrous shaft in. Again and again. I am so happy I want to come, but I cannot.

I must hold it. Until she tells me. To release.

All this is so pleasantly frustrating. Her hands gripping my ass, forcing me deeper, deeper and deeper… and me, unable to come, and her cold saliva drenching my balls and thighs. Fuck!

I do not know how long this lasts but it does last a long and marvellous time. Surprisingly, once I have accepted that I will not get release, I fall down the proverbial orgasmic wave, but I do not stay there, because up, I go again. And down and up. This the fucking thing! Her hands on my ass are not anymore only pulling me in, they are also holding me up. If she was not holding me, I would most certainly fall on my ass. But she does not let me. She keeps me up on my feet and she goes on.

This is so good, I would have forgotten about the glowing eyes if it was not for the fangs, sliding along my massively lubricated cock. Fangs bruising my flesh with each thrust. Fangs… But I do not have the time to connect the dots because all I can do is stupidly ride each new orgasmic wave this mad session is putting me through.

Until she stops.

“How are you liking this big boy? A lot. I guess that no one has ever taken you on such a pleasant trip…” her voice is hoarse, almost a snarl.

All I can answer is something in the lines of:

“I… no… no one… aaah…”

She laughs and continues:

“Now, if you don’t mind holding it just a bit longer… but as soon as I do my thing, you can let go…”

Both her hands are on my cock now, holding it like a flute… or something. She pushes it against my leg. I can feel her lips on the side of the painfully hard and sore shaft. Her lips part. Her fingers grab the bubbly head, massaging it gently. Her fangs… yes, her fangs tease the tensed skin.

And sink into my cock.

Oh My Fucking God!

And she starts to suck.

I guess that this is her thing, because my cock releases and I spray through her fingers, on the bushes and on the ground and on the trees. And I find myself at the top of the biggest wave of all and it does not go down.

And the girl with the nasty mouth keeps on sucking, drinking my blood, as my seed fertilizes the earth. At one point, she grabs my balls, squeezing them. A bit later, she sticks a finger up my asshole. And finally, she lets go with a loud satisfied sigh, and I collapse.

Panting, exhausted, looking at the clouds above us between the trees. I do not feel my body but what I do feel is my cock, bruised and throat fucked, bitten and sore, but still hard, covered in her spit, my cum, my blood. And the view, the beautiful view is blocked by her face.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me? Yeah… I know it was. Probably better still…”

Her cold fingers are back on my cock. She rises and kneels astride my torso, slowly lowering herself towards my cock, leaving a trail of cold juices on my belly and abs, guiding me into her cold cavern. In the barely-there light, I see her smile.

“What comes next might not end well, but I know you’ll love it and won’t give a shit…”

Slowly, with all the right moans, she lets me in. And, once again, she takes me whole. So cold, so tight, so wet, so pleasant as she falls carelessly on my balls. She moans and starts pushing on her calves bumping on my hips, filling herself with me, time and time again.

I did not take her home but I’m getting laid and this is amazing. This girl… this creature is fucking me like no one has… ever. And I love it.

And then she pushes my face to the side, into the grass. She leans on my chest. Her fangs dig into my neck and she resumes her feeding, still pumping my cock with her delicious pussy. This time, she has hit an artery and I bleed out much faster, but the pleasure… is still immense. The waves come back.

Another wave and another and another and…

***

Standing up, the girl with the nasty mouth licks her lips, covered in the man’s blood, her fingers, covered in the man’s semen. She looks down, past her satisfied slit.

“Nice cock, been a while since I had one like that, lucky pick…”

She pauses for a moment, enjoying the feeling of my last load, pouring down her thighs.

“Anyways, time to hit the road. Thanks for the meal big boy…”

She grabs her skirt and shirt and walks away into the night.

A little while later the roaring sound of a motorbike breaks the silence that has fallen on the small town.

The boy with the huge cock will be found, but not yet, not until after the snows, when his rotting corpse starts stinking after a winter spent frozen hidden in the bushes of the small town park.

His **** will remain a mystery, but at least he will have died happy.