Summer’s evening (part 2)

Two laps to go...

Hanna had barely made it through the trials at the end of last year. It was not a question of physical condition, no Hanna’s was fit and strong, no, her biggest issue was that she had a small heart that gave her short breath. The coach had told her that she should not get in the team, that it was going to be a nightmare but Hanna was determined to become a cheerleader and did not listen to the advice. Since the beginning of school year, she had suffered a thousand deaths but, through determination and cheer will, she had managed to earn the respect of her team and her coach. She would, obviously, always come last when they would do these laps around the field but she did not care.

One last lap...

As she passes the coach, at least three girls have already finished running, the others are not far behind. It is an improvement as, at the beginning of the school year, everybody would have already finished running by the time she started her last lap. Hanna, without stopping, notices a colorful group of teenagers approaching the coach and the other girls.

When she arrived for practice, she overheard two of the players complaining about some weird crowd in the bleachers. She did not pay much attention to the discussion. But now she regrets it, something about the six silhouettes gives her goose bumps. As she reaches the other side of the field, passing the halfway mark to her last lap, she hears a commotion coming from the group of cheerleaders and suddenly all the large spots illuminating the stadium are shut down. The stadium is not outside of town but the surrounding city lights are far from sufficient for Hanna to have a clear view of what is happening with her friends. She stops catching her breath.

“This is fucking weird,” she hesitates for moment before making up her mind “at least I should finish this.”

Trotting she resumes her final lap.

***

Coach Philips is furious. First, her practice is interrupted by a group of stupid teenagers and then the lights go off. She can see that there is still some power in the locker rooms which means that somebody turned them off on purpose. Leaving her team behind, she runs into the building. Second door to the left, the electric panel is open.

A voice behind her.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Coach Phillips turns around. Camilla Johnson, sister of Judith Johnson is standing in the doorframe. She trained Judith a few years back before she went to college.

“Camilla, what are you doing here and why the fuck did you turn off my lights?”

Camilla does not answer, she just closes the gap between her and the coach, a nasty smile glued to her face. The distance between them is now too small for the coach to feel comfortable, she tries to take a step back but the wall stops her.

“Camilla did you do this?”

“Maybe...” the girl answers with an impish smile.

A hand reaches for the Coach’s face, a cold finger brushing against her cheek. Another hand slips between her legs pressing hard on her crotch.

“Camilla!?!”

The thrall’s smile widens, fangs are revealed. The coach starts screaming.

“Mmh coach Phillips, I love it when you scream for me...” the creature says closing her eyes and sniffing around the face of her soon to be victim.

***

Back on the field.

Michelle and Lilly are on their knees. Normally, Michelle and Lilly are together; romantically and physically together; exclusive to each other even; and they do not really care for boys. Michelle and Lilly hide this situation from their friends and family as the regular town is not really ready for an open relationship between two teenage girls. Michelle and Lilly never actually paid much attention to Jim before tonight. But tonight, tonight is different, the two girlfriends have discovered in his fascinating eyes and excruciatingly pleasant bite, an unreasonable curiosity for Jim in general and more precisely for that part of his anatomy that generally goes by the sweet nickname of dick. This is why they are now on their knees, rivaling in ingenuity for the privilege of blowing him.

Mariam has a hard time deciding which one of the three pussies she’s eating tastes the best. Is it Julia’s, perfectly shaven and smooth linear slit? Is it Maya’s, generous gaping hole pulsating and dripping cum like a fountain? Or is it Dallas, narrow pink scar with a tiny dark cavity crowned by a small bush? Impossible to tell without trying again. Flesh is torn one more time, and one by one, three girls squirm of pleasure on the freshly trimmed grass of the stadium.

Ida arches her back when Gabriela’s mouth closes on her neck. Twin pricks and a monumental wave of pleasure. The finger in her mouth is terribly cold, she cannot help herself, she has to suck it just like Gabriela sucks on her neck. Her mini shorts have been torn away leaving her butt naked. Gabriela’s index and thumb gently tease Ida’s clit, increasing even more the pleasure of the bite.

Nicole and Julian are wrapped around Ashley, she moans, they drink. Julian’s hard dick presses against the camel toe on the tight tiny shorts of the cheerleader. Once the edge is gone, he will rip the tiny shorts off the ass of the girl and ride her thoroughly while his companion sucks on his balls, but until then, his fingers mingling in Nicole’s red mane, he enjoys the blissful nectar pouring into his mouth.

***

Hanna is now desperately running in the opposite direction, trying to cover the distance that separates her from her car in the parking lot. But she has already run more than her share tonight and she knows she will not make it.

Out of breath, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, the creatures tearing through her friends did not see her coming or, maybe, just maybe, they have too much on their plate to worry about scared little Hanna...

“This is just a bad dream, this is just a bad dream, a very bad dream,” she repeats to herself.

Out of nowhere, a tiny bat appears in her path. She tries to dodge it but she trips and falls. Her head hits the ground. Not too hard because of the grass but hard enough to disorient her.

Wings flapping, a small gush of wind and, standing in front of her, a girl she never saw before in her life. Smiling, the girl falls on her knees and crawls between her legs. The girl’s hand on her thigh is freezing. The grip is powerful and it is telling Hanna, if there was any doubt, that there is no escape.

“What is your name sweet little thing?”

The girl’s hand trails up her leg. The fingers are cold, other-worldly cold, cold as the grave, cold as ****. But at the same time the touch is electrifying, erotic, almost… pleasant.

“Ha... Hanna.”

Her hand reaches Hanna’s short shorts, the icy fingers draw the contour of her fleshy pussy.

“Hello Hanna,” the girl answers. Her thumb is pressing the fabric of her uniform between her lips, “my name is Summer but soon you’ll be calling me Mistress...”

Hanna would love to scream.

Scream to wake up from this absurd nightmare, scream to get rid of this irrational fear, scream to scare the girl away, to attract the attention of someone, to be rescued. But there is no one around, no one to save her.

Furthermore, she cannot scream, all she can do is stare into Summer’s eyes. All she can think of is the pleasure the finger pressing on her intimacy is slowly building in her guts.

Summer slices the damp uniform with her sharp nail to let her thumb dive into the warm and wet flower of flesh. Out of cheer pleasure, Hanna contracts her abs and reaches up for Summer’s lips.

The girls kiss, moaning. The vampire grabs the back of the head of her victim keeping their lips together. Slowly the thumb starts coming in and out, lubricating inside the pussy. The tongues massage each other for a long time, cold and warm saliva mix. Hanna sucks on her lover’s lips, teeth, fangs, cutting herself, edging on a looming orgasm.

“Please,” she mumbles, “please make me come.”

Breaking the kiss, Summer answers:

“With pleasure…”

The thumb leaves the creamy snatch and slides into the asshole. Hanna’s face, tucked inside Summer’s forearm, is pushed to a side. The vampire bares her fangs and sinks them into the sweaty flesh of her victim’s neck.

Hanna comes losing her breath for the final time.