A Ballbusting Vampire Bitch

Author's note: All characters in a sexual role are over eighteen years of age and are completely fictitious. Any similarities to real people are a coincidence. Some of the places are fictional and some are real. This story will have acts of ****. Anyone who objects to this might not want to read this story. The **** however will not be ****.

Hello, let me start off this story by introducing myself and giving you a bit of background.

My name is Kristina Valentine although most people call me Kristy. I was an eighteen year old senior at John Jay High School and I'm originally from Wappingers Falls New York. I was the hot blue eyed blonde with a sexy bod that all the guys in school wanted to fuck. Of course I wouldn't let them in fact I kicked quite a few of them in the nuts. I actually enjoy wracking guys balls and watching them react. Sometimes I mock them as they dance like a ruptured rooster before falling on their asses holding their nads. I even kicked one guy so hard he lost his left testicle. He was a nerdy fuck, was always asking me out. It was in the South Hills Mall parking lot and I was getting into my car, a really sweet new 77 red Trans Am Firebird.

Anyway it was about a month ago and he just wouldn't take the hint that I wanted him to fuck off. He followed me all the way to my car. I was wearing a tight Led Zeppelin tee shirt and faded jeans with a pair of platform high heel sandals that are just perfect for kicking guys in the bean bag with. I don't think he knew my reputation for cracking nuts. I even warned him." If you don't fuck off I'm gonna kick you square in the scrotum." The silly geek actually stood there and spread his legs like he didn't believe me, the stupid motherfucker.

WHUUMP! The toe of my platform sandal hit him square in the nads. The perfect nut shot if I do say so myself. He went" Ouichah!" And quickly grabbed hold of his aching nuts. He danced around with his knees buckling before falling to the ground and puking all over himself. I wisely got out of range of his puke. I've made guys lose their cookies before so I knew to clear the way, it wasn't this girl's first rodeo after all. Of course I laughed and mocked him before getting in my car and speeding away leaving him to **** on my exhaust as he laid there holding his squashed grapes.

Getting back to why I said I WAS a senior in high school is because I died, sort of. You see I've become one of the undead, a creature of the night, a vampire. Yeah that's right laugh you asshats I know it sounds crazy. Hell I'd even laugh in disbelief if it happened to someone else. I used to think vampires were pure fiction like werewolves and Frankenstein.

How did it happen? Well my recollection of that is real spotty and vague, there are holes in my memory as to how it happened. There was this woman at a disco in Poughkeepsie. Disco? Disco was never really my thing after all I've always though disco sucked. I groove to Black Sabbath, Alice Cooper and Styx. You know good old rock and roll. I hate fucking disco.

But at a disco I was dancing with this really hot Latina. Dancing with a woman? Wait, am I a lesbian? I mean I've checked out other girls before but I like guys. Am I bisexual? Well I think I am now because now that I think of it I do recall having sex with this woman and her being great in the sack.

I guess I should start from the beginning. When I crawled out of the ground in the backyard of a house in a new development not far from my house. It was a new house not yet occupied by anyone. It had that new paint and carpet smell when I walked inside the back door and into the kitchen attached to a dining room/ living room combination.

There stood a woman. A gorgeous Latina. There was no furniture in the room just the woman. She had long jet black hair worn loosely down to her shoulders. She was wearing a short red cocktail dress and she was barefoot.

God who is she? What's with this house? Where the fuck am I?

"Who are you?! What's going on?!"