Midnight sharp

“It is around eleven-forty something, and I am dozing off with Suzie in front of the new season of that show, you know the one with the two guys and the girl. Not very interesting, to be honest, and, the day at work had been long. So I am tired and dozing off. The bowl of pop corn is resting, empty, over the red and white blanket on my lap and Suzie has been fondling my chest for a good twenty minutes.

My eyes are closing and I am on the brink of falling asleep, when her hand moves down my belly. I grunt, not as an invitation quite the opposite, actually. But she takes it the wrong way, and moves further down. I am not in the mood, but you know how it is. Her slim fingers mess with my pubic hair. She takes her time, gently petting me. And of course what has to happen, happens. My cock is hard and twitching, poking out of my boxers, and she has not even started touching it yet. I grunt again, and, once again, she takes it as an invitation. Her hand closes on my dick and she starts stroking me. I tell her: “come on!”.

Her head, which had replaced her fingers on my chest, moves down. She starts kissing the tip of my cock. This is more or less when I start suspecting that she is not misinterpreting me, that she wants it, and not matter the amount of protest I can put into it, she will get it. I grunt, but this time of satisfaction. If you cannot control the flow, you had better go with it. Her lips part and she takes my dick’s head in. Her mouth, warm and wet, feels fantastic around my organ. I shift a bit, leaning more into the couch. She starts moving up and down, and it feels great.

My left hand falls on her neck. She likes it when I stroke her neck. She is like that, a neck person. She has this perfect neck with a tiny layer of smooth blonde hair, almost invisible unless she gets goosebumps. I know that neck for having kissed it many times. But the other night, under my fingers, I discover two bumps I did not know before. They are hard, circular but a bit irregular to the touch; as if something had pierced her skin and then pulled out. She starts moaning and, her mouth contracting around my cock feeling so good, I quickly disregard the two bumps.

My hand moves on her ass. She is wearing an old Charlie Brown pajamas, and my fingers easily slip below the loose elastic waist band. You know how much I love her firm butt cheeks, so I take a handful. This is not going to end well, I know it. My hand moves further down. My god, she is wet, sloppy wet, and her slit welcomes my fingers with a splash of excitement. She moans even more. I let my head rest against the back of the couch, and close my eyes enjoying her lips, while slipping her a couple of fingers. I was not in the mood but, now, I am seriously enjoying this.

Feeling that I am closing in on an untimely conclusion, she slowly withdraws. I do not move, knowing what comes next. I can picture her, wiping a hair from her lips, standing, letting the pajama pants drop to the floor, smile at me. I peek with one eye. Above me, she stands, a carnivorous smile on her lips. Somehow satisfied, I return to the darkness behind my closed eyelids. She climbs on the couch, one foot to my left, one to my right. She squats. I can feel her heat above my cock, her heat and her dampness. We have been going out for a while now, but I do not remember her being so… horny. For a second, I wonder what could have triggered that, but then, as she slides me into her, I forget everything but her hungry pussy swallowing me.

Her hands fall on my neck as she starts moving up and down, pushing on her calves, holding herself to me not to fall back. Eyes closed, I enjoy the moment and the moment lasts. Her hands massaging my sore neck, her pussy squeezing my dick, her juices pouring on my groin, everything combines in a warm and sloppy bliss.

As I am about to let my carcass sink even deeper into the couch, the sliding door to the balcony rustles in its track. My eyes snap open, I look. Standing in the frame, a woman, a stunningly beautiful one. Tall, long straight black hair cascading on her shoulders all the way down to her hips, wearing nothing but a tiny leather skirt and a black laced bra, the woman is the embodiment of a goth fantasy. I am about to protest when Suzie’s hands move up to my cheeks and **** me to look at her. “Hush,” she tells me; “do not speak,” she whispers; “go with it”, she concludes.

The clock on the wall above the TV marks exactly midnight.

I want to push her back, stand, demand explanations for this nightly and quite unwelcome intrusion, but Suzie, that little slut, has not stopped her movement and my dick demands its rightful dose of warm and mobile pussy, so I find myself helplessly pinned to the damn couch.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the woman approaching us. She is truely beautiful. She reaches out to Suzie with her slender and pale fingers; at the contact of the woman, my girlfriend lets out a powerful moan. The woman smiles and bends over to let her lips brush against Suzie’s.

They engage in a passionate kiss the likes of which I am not sure any performer in one of those sites I never ever, promise and cross my heart, consult over the internet, has ever been able to reach. This is the kiss to end all kisses. Lips, tongue, passion, and dedication, everything is put to contribution to make it the sluttiest kiss in the history of mankind. My dick approves. It approves so much that I feel on the brink of exploding into Suzie who has locked herself onto me as deep as she could since the woman has engaged her.

The kiss is broken and the woman, turning towards me, tells me:

“Hold it in until I let you.”

I swallow. The voice is deep, so very deep and hoarse, and yet also profoundly feminine and sensual. I do not know if it is her voice alone or if there is something else, something in that look commanding me, something surreal, supernatural even, but, I actually do hold it in. My swimmers, somehow, crawl back into their cave to wait for that woman’s order to rush out again and spread into the world. It is weird, the pleasure remains and even grows but there is also some pain, not unpleasant pain, mind you, and a lot of frustration, mental but also physical frustration.

The woman smiles at me, she has the same hungry grin I saw on Suzie’s face just before she proceeded to impale herself on me. I like it. Somehow, I want my Suzie and that magnificent woman to devour me. The woman’s hand is now on the back of Suzie’s neck, her index and middle fingers are brushing against the bumps I felt earlier. And for the first time, I get to see them. They are wounds, small circular scabs, separated more or less by an inch and a half. The skin around it is red, irritated and yet surprisingly pale. They look a lot like vampire bite marks. But vampires do not exist; or at least that is what I think for a moment, because, that last assertion is proven wrong when the woman raises the left corner of her upper lip revealing the root of a single, oversized canine.

I am about to protest, maybe to scream even, when the fingers of the woman, the creature, the … vampire, wrap around my chin and she sinks her eyes into mine.

“Hush,” she tells me; “do not speak, go with it.”

Fuck, that damn voice again, and Suzie, that slut, continues to ride me like there is no tomorrow. And, maybe, there is no tomorrow…

The woman steps behind Suzie, she helps her out of her pajamas top by sliding her hands below the cloth and bringing it up while caressing my girlfriend’s ribs. God damn, Suzie looks fitter than before, gone are the love handles she had just last time we fucked. But my attention is diverted by another surprise. Below Charlie Brown’s face, on Suzie’s magnificent left breast, I spot another pair of bite marks. I shiver. I do not know exactly what it means but, somehow, I know there is a grim significance behind this.

The pajama passes over the head of my Suzie and, licking her lips, she moans. The creature’s face is now nested in my delicious girlfried’s neck. Suzie, looking at the wall behind me, starts to smile blissfully and tilts her head to a side. She slows her movement, before coming to a halt, once again resting all her weight onto my groin. Her look is absent. I know what comes next.

The creature’s face rises and her jaw unhinges. Terrifying sight, the mouth expands beyond anything humanely possible. Her fangs are glistening to the blue light casted by the TV. She emits a short deep snarl and swiftly sinks her fangs into Suzie’s exposed neck. My lover’s body is shaken by a violent spasm and suddenly she squirts over my dick, on my belly. It is a powerful and long squirt. Her pussy contracts hard around my stiff shaft.

Blood starts sipping from the creature’s lips, pouring on Suzie’s chest, on her breasts, running between them, on her belly, her lower abdomen, pooling with her warm juices over my belly. All I can do is watch. The scene is both terrifying and incredibly beautiful.

The creature drinks deeply, and with each drag, I can feel Suzie’s pussy squeezing frantically around my cock. It feels good, delicious, terrible, horrifying. And slowly, pinned to this couch, I can feel my Suzie grow colder. She moans slowly as the monster drains her. And her body goes limp.

Until her eyes snap back open. And the creature stops drinking, withdraws from the neck. And Suzie opens her mouth to show a pair of slowly growing fangs. And they both look at me.”

The man, standing by the window, cock still covered with the drying fluids of the naked girl on the bed, still hard as rock, throws its cigarette out in the street below. He turns around. The girl on the bed looks terrified. He smiles, hungrily. His dick, covered in surprisingly familiar pairs of scabs, twitches at her sight.

“Yeah,” he continues, “and that was two nights ago. It goes without saying that the fun did not stop there, but I feel that, at this point in my story, it’s better that you experience it. There is so much I can tell you…”

In the doorframe, two female silhouettes, that have been listening to the story, step into the pussy reeking room.

The smartphone on the bed table marks exactly midnight.

Screams follow. Screams and moans.