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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Eleven
Ted watched the moon rise over the palms. He was lying in the same
bed heÕd laid in when the girls, Wendy and Laura, had sat on the stools.
The memory still aroused him. Gently he reached down and took hold of
himself. He stroked his cock. It was hard, despite another long night with
the woman lying beside him. That was the first day heÕd gotten a clue
about her. She was deceptive, but she had dropped a hint and heÕd heard it,
even as he felt his cock straining in his pants, walking forward to pick up
one of the stools.
ÒBut enough about me,Ó Song Li had said. Her voice had been
suddenly tense, her face uncommonly worried. It had been the first clue.
HeÕd pieced the others together over the ensuing months, and now he had
the whole puzzle uncovered in his mind, and heÕd presented the solution to
Song Li this very night, in this bed. Afterwards theyÕd fucked, more
lustily than ever before, like two creatures suddenly possessed of the
truth of the universe.
ÒYou are a vampire,Ó Ted had told Song Li, before the moon had risen,
when the sun was still bright on the western horizon, filling the clouds
with pink.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li had answered. She had kissed him then, and Ted had
felt a surge of passion in her. But he pushed her back, separating her lips
from his, wanting to hear more.
ÒYou grew up long ago,Ó Ted told the Asian woman.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said again. Perhaps she had known he was piecing
together her life, for, confronted with the truth of herself, she remained
calm. She only furrowed her brow a little, letting her eyes stare at him.
She moved forward once more to kiss him.
ÒNo,Ó Ted said. He held her back. ÒTell me more.Ó
ÒI grew up in Egypt,Ó Song Li said. ÒI was captured in China and sold
to Egyptians.Ó
ÒEgyptians?Ó Ted asked. Song LiÕs frown relaxed.
ÒThere is much your civilization doesnÕt know,Ó Song Li said. ÒThis
civilization, I mean, all of it... Chinese, American, English... you do not
know half the story.Ó She smiled. She reached down and stroked TedÕs
penis. ÒHow could you?Ó she asked, feeling his hardness in her hand. ÒYou
were not there,Ó Song Li said. Her voice was gentle. But her hand gripped
the girth of his manhood painfully, making Ted wince.
ÒHow- how many men have you had?Ó Ted asked Song Li. The Asian
woman laughed. Her grip, soft-fingered but nonetheless like iron,
tightened further on TedÕs cock. He had not felt such strength in her
before.
ÒYou are not my first, Teddy,Ó Song Li told the man.
ÒI- I know that,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒOr my last,Ó Song Li chided him.
ÒYou do not drink blood,Ó Ted, feeling his face grow red with the way
she was holding him, said.
ÒNo. I do not,Ó Song Li said.
ÒHow- how do you live, if you donÕt drink blood?Ó Ted gasped. Her
grip was becoming quite unbearable now. He wished he hadnÕt brought up
the subject of her past.
ÒI eat. YouÕve seen me eat,Ó Song Li told the young man.
ÒI eat too, but IÕm not immortal,Ó Ted said. Song Li released him.
Ted let out a harried breath, like a man spared the executionerÕs blade. He
felt his pulse rush back into his penis.
ÒSex,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒThere is a kind of rush it gives me, doing it
and thinking about it, that keeps me young,Ó Song Li said. ÒI was bitten by
a vampire. But I didnÕt grow fangs. I didnÕt crave blood, either. I ate
normal food and my sire, surprised at first, figured out what had happened
to me. Most vampires need blood, but some require sex. The two seem
incongruent, like saying that some cars roll on the ground, while others
fly through the air. But thatÕs the way it is, mortal,Ó Song Li said.
ÒYou live by fucking?Ó Ted asked the woman.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒAs long as IÕm exposed to sex, it keeps me
young. That is why I have my tea house. It allows me to engage in an
enterprise you humans understand, prostitution, while at the same time it
feeds my carnal desires, allowing me to live down the centuries.Ó
Ted stared at the woman. ÒWill I live forever?Ó he asked, finally,
and by the look on Song LiÕs face he knew he was not her first male lover
to ask such a question.
ÒNo,Ó Song Li said. Gently she stroked him, her finger caressing his
stiffness. ÒI am not able to pass on the gift,Ó Song Li said. ÒYou would
need a vampire with fangs to do that. A vampire who craves blood. But I
am not one of those vampires. As I told you, I have no fangs.Ó Ted felt
Song LiÕs sharp fingernails caressing his penis. Gulping, trying to ignore
the feel of her fingertips, he asked,
ÒWhat- what if I found a vampire, one who bites, and--Ó Song Li put
a finger to TedÕs mouth, across his lips.
ÒShhhh,Ó Song Li said. ÒI think theyÕre all dead. I am the last. But
even if you did find a blood sucker, the likelihood is that he, or she, would
turn you into a blood sucker also. We are a rare breed, we sexual
vampires, who live off of sex. And I have not met another like me for over
a thousand years.Ó
Ted fucked Song Li intensely that night, more than heÕd ever done,
and he knew why. It was a kind of inhuman desperation on his part, to
somehow obtain her gift. She even shared his desperation, but they both
knew it would not take, the gift would not pass from her to him. He would
grow old, in time, but she would stay forever gorgeous and young. He
would be replaced, eventually, with another, not just with male guests but
with intimate male lovers, and they in turn would fall to the voracity of
time, and be replaced by still more, by young men who were still centuries
away from being born.
As he lay there in the darkness, contemplating his stiffness in his
hand, he suddenly realized that heÕd been growing stronger over the
months. He was able now to hold out longer, and to give more, and to
become erect again afterwards.
ÒMy God,Ó Ted gasped to himself. He looked at Song Li in the
moonlight. The woman was having an effect on his penis, if nothing else,
making it inhumanly strong. Could it be that she was, in fact, despite her
certainty that it could not happen, and his acceptance of that, making him
immortal? Ted jabbed unexpectedly at Song LiÕs behind, bumping her with
his stiff penis.
ÒNo,Ó Song Li said softly. Ted realized the woman had not been
sleeping. ÒYou are not becoming immortal,Ó Song Li told Ted. Her back
was still toward him, her figure calmly reposed in the moonlight.
ÒBut--Ó Ted protested. Delight coursed through him as he felt his
newly awakened cock strike her again.
ÒYes,Ó I know, Song Li said in a sleepy voice. ÒYour penis feels
stronger. You think your whole body might live forever, as you feel the
strength in your penis. But that is not the way of it, Ted, my dear boy.
Your span of years will be shortened, not lengthened. Instead of living 70
years you will live at most for 40. Have you not noticed the grey hairs in
your head? Uncommon, for a man of 36, donÕt you think? And the lines
around your eyes? They are not from excessive sex. All your strength, all
your life, is draining out of your body and into your penis. I told you by
staying here you would become nothing but a cock. In a year you will look
50, in two years 60, in three years 70 and after that you will soon be dead.
But your cock will remain strong and healthy. It will grow stronger still,
even as the rest of you wanes. When you die, in a few short years, I will
cut off your cock. Where do you think the penises in the stools came
from? They came from men, like yourself, who lived long ago. They are
still half-living things, even after being cut off from their hosts and put
into the stools. As for the other cocks, of my other lovers, I keep them in
a drawer.Ó Song Li rolled over and faced Ted. The moonlight struck her
eyes. ÒIt is a very large drawer, Ted, downstairs, in the foundry room,Ó
Song Li told the young man with the grey hairs in his head. ÒThe younger
penises, those a century old or less, still squirm around, perpetually hard,
yet flexible, like snakes. The older ones, like the ones placed in the
stools, have grown hard, but retain still a bit of flex, a bit of possible
movement, when pressure is put upon them, like good stiff rubber that can
bend a little, but not too much. Your penis will be added to my collection,
Ted. Long after you have passed away it will still be in use, made to
penetrate young virgins as yet unborn, or myself, when I am lonely and
have no lover lying beside me as you are now.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. She sat up. She moved as if to mount him. Ted
tried to draw away, but he was flat on his back and she was arching above
him, cat-like, her legs clasping his waist now, her hands pressing down on
his belly. ÒYou have fucked me too many times to escape the curse,Ó Song
Li told Ted. ÒLie back, and enjoy the sex I give you. It is too late to save
yourself. I will pay for everything, like a promised. The coffin, the
funeral, the grave site.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Ted screamed. But it was too late. She was on him, and as he
felt himself penetrating her eternally youthful cunt, her tight feminine
little place that always felt to him as if he were trying to cram himself
up inside a tube of toothpaste, the passion washed over him. He arched
himself, even as she settled on him.
ÒHold,Ó Song Li told Ted. ÒMake it last. Do not cum until I am ready
for you.Ó
ÒOh God,Ó Ted cried out in the darkness.
ÒYour God cannot save you,Ó Song Li, writhing above him now, chided
him. ÒYou have spent in my womb too many times. You have shot forth
your strength, growing stronger by it, but unwittingly aging the rest of
yourself. Poor Ted. DonÕt expect me to visit your grave site. I have too
many men buried around the world to waste time going and seeing them.
But I will be there on your funeral day, to see you lowered into the earth.
Or would you prefer cremation? I suppose it doesnÕt matter. I will make
the final decision, of course. But your cock, deaf and dumb though it may
be, will live forever, even when it is centuries old and grows hard as
stone. Yes, I am told that is what happens, eventually, though even I donÕt
possess any penises yet of that age. Relax, Ted. But let your penis shaft
deep and hard into me. There is nothing you can do, poor boy. Or I. We can
only take the world as we find it, and attempt to enjoy it while we last.Ó
TedÕs scream pierced the night. But she was too strong for him, her
thighs gripping him like a vise, her hands holding him down. And so he
fucked her, driving deep into her, into her eternally tight sex, losing his
seed at last in her, but knowing the supernatural passion would return to
his loins before daybreak.
Later, when the moon was far gone in the western horizon, Ted lay
awake again. He noticed, not without remorse, that he was hard again.
Song Li lay with her back to him, his seed in her belly. He knew at dawn,
at the latest, they would be at it again. He remembered how innocent it
had all seemed once, on that first day, when Wendy and Laura were still in
the house, and he had laughed as he set down the stool he was carrying,
and turned to watch the two girls prepare to sit on them. He had thought
himself master then, he and Brad.
ÒOh no!Ó Wendy cried. She looked in terror at the stool. Song Li
ordered her to lift up her dress. Laura complied, her knees trembling, but
Wendy clutched her dress like a talisman.
ÒRip them off,Ó Song Li said to Brad. The man advanced on the girls.
His English reserve was long gone. His cock stood forth exhaustedly yet
with passion enough for one more delight, stiff and hard despite the work
of the morning. TedÕs penis, too, began to revive. He felt it harden despite
its weariness, growing thick and long, pre-cum forming in a drop at the
tip, at the pee hole. Ted looked down at himself with surprise. He heard
both girls scream as Brad tore the light summer dress off Wendy and then,
going to Laura, did the same to her, throwing the girlsÕ dresses down on
the ground as if they were but trash.
ÒNow get on those stools,Ó Brad said in a harsh voice to the girls.
Ted felt a sense of passion begin to overwhelm him. He guessed Brad must
also be feeling it. He wanted to fuck and the thought of the girls tiring
themselves out on the lifeless dongs irritated him. Suddenly, as the girls
wailed in desperation, Song Li ordered them out of the room. Ted felt
surprise wash over his face. BradÕs face reflected it too. Song Li smiled.
As the two girls dashed from the room, rushing past the servant who had
come to the bedroom door to see what was the matter, Song Li crooked a
finger at Ted and Brad. Her eyes met theirs and then fell to the menÕs
dicks.
ÒCome to me, my darlings,Ó Song Li said to the men. The two men
rushed her. They seemed to Brad like children rushing to a mother, a
curious feeling since he was at least a decade older than Song Li, or so he
had thought at the time. As the men lustily grabbed Song Li, knocking her
back into her own bed, Song Li glanced at the maid.
ÒGo downstairs,Ó she said to the woman. ÒAttend to the girls. Your
services are not needed here.Ó The fat woman glanced at Song Li, at the
men who had toppled her backward, at the stools with the phalluses on
them. Politely she nodded. A sly grin showed on her lips. Ted was hastily
yanking Song LiÕs gown off her and had no time to reflect on the womanÕs
gaze, which he briefly glimpsed in a mirror by the bed. A moment later
Song LiÕs big tits tumbled forth. Like ravenous babes, Ted and Brad each
opened their mouths and jammed one of the womanÕs big gourds between
their lips, while greedily groping for the tit the other man had. It was as
if each man, having but one mouth, nonetheless hoped somehow to shove
both of Song LiÕs breasts into himself, which was of course impossible.
Song Li lay back on the cool sheets of her bed. She let the men smother
themselves on her breasts, both of them sucking urgently, while their
cocks pressed against her thighs like hard workmenÕs tools. ÒYes,Ó Song
Li breathed. ÒYou have both had a tough morning but I know you can give
more. Give it to me now, if you dare. Penetrate me with your fullness.Ó
Brad went first. Ted didnÕt mind. He sucked both Song LiÕs tits,
squeezing her nipples close, fitting both red-capped tips of her breasts
into his mouth while wishing he could take yet more. He wanted to gulp
down both whole breasts at once, right down to the womanÕs shoulders and
ribs. Meanwhile his cock twitched impatiently, bumping now against Song
LiÕs forehead, while Brad, his hips positioned not over her face but over
her loins, fed her his tool. The Asian woman gasped as the men went to
work on her. Despite her strong demeanor and her ample chest she was in
fact, like many Asians, a frail and slender woman. Yet the men paid no
heed to her frail body, to her slender arms, flailing now, or her legs which
tried to scissor closed at the last moment, or the light-fleshed ribs which
heaved futilely as she strove to retain some sense of herself. She was
cunt-meat, pure and simple, an object for the men to spend their growing
passion in. They fought over her even now, Brad reaching up for her tits,
finding TedÕs head in the way, trying to push him off, Ted responding by
biting Song LiÕs right bosom. The woman cried out. The men took her brief
gasp of pain for pleasure. Ted bit her tit harder, Brad shoved himself in
her cunt more vigorously.
There was no love, no kind words or soft kisses, no fair
blandishments or pretty phrases. There was, rather, even on the part of
Englishman Brad, a kind of rough and ready conquest, as if two barbarians
were fighting over the prettiest maiden.
ÒDown, bitch!Ó Brad croaked as he felt Song Li push up her hips in
protest, trying to rise off the bed. He began a hard stroking action within
her. Meanwhile Ted moved to her other tit. Ignoring the deep teeth marks
on her right breast, he bit into her left. He felt a curious sensation of
wanting to eat her. At the same moment the head of his cock, dangling
stiffly over her face, found her lips. He shoved himself into her. She
gasped, as if stifled suddenly, the instroke of his cock seemingly catching
her just as she was about to breathe. Then, perhaps drawing in air through
her soft pretty nose, she began to suck. Ted felt a sudden rush of delight.
He had never felt so overjoyed in his life; the womanÕs lips, even as she
still strove to rise up, were pure heaven.
Brad increased his pace. Song LiÕs lifting of her hips became
rhythmic. She was responding to him now, no longer trying to bounce him
off but bouncing with him, lifting herself in time to his instroke, drawing
back as he drew back only to join fully with him again. She received him
deep in her womb. She felt him bash himself against the back of her soft
secret place, bringing cries of surprise from herself which TedÕs penis,
lodged in her mouth, silenced.
And then Brad came. It was a hot, rushing sudden cum. It flooded
Song Li even as Ted, awkwardly trying to restrain himself so he might
take her cunt, loosed himself in her mouth. For a moment, neither man
moved, each stunned by the quickness of his release. Then they began
jerking their hips again, driving in their cocks simultaneously. Each was
determined to get the most from his pleasure, again disregarding Song Li,
using her only as one might use a urinal, for oneÕs own need, not hers.
Nonetheless she bucked valiantly beneath Brad. She continued to suck Ted,
working her throat rapidly now, as her womb and cunt drew in BradÕs
juice. When it was over the two men switched places. Despite their
weariness they somehow again became stiff, never really losing it, each
one trading places with the other and, surprise showing on his face, going
at Song Li again, this time Brad doing her mouth while Ted did her between
the soft wetness of her thighs, driving himself into her womb to add his
own seed to BradÕs. It was hot, sweaty, urgent sex, in the early afternoon
when most people, having had lunch, were returning with heavy heads to
their desks, to work, in the buildings around Song LiÕs house.
The men finished. They remained on Song Li, lying atop her heavily.
Ted could hear his breath flowing in and out of his mouth. He heard BradÕs
breath too and then, as Brad drew himself out of Song LiÕs mouth, he heard
hers also.
Suddenly there was a cracking sound, as of leather, as of a horse
feeling the spur of its master. It came from downstairs. In the quiet of
Song LiÕs house, beyond the open bedroom door, where Ted and Brad and
Song Li now lay still as corpses, Ted heard a sudden howl. It was
youthful, female. A second later there was another crack, another
desperate cry.
ÒWhat is that?Ó Brad whispered.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Ted answered. Both men rolled their heads toward
Song LiÕs, two lions looking toward the slender female lioness. With
sperm on her lips she replied, soft as the palms rustling outside, ÒThe
girls.Ó
ÒWhoHOOOOOO!Ó Ted heard from below.
ÒYeooOOOOCH no my BOT-TOM!Ó a voice cried a moment later. The
tempo of the cracking increased.
ÒIt is a pleasant sound,Ó Brad said after a moment.
ÒYes,Ó Ted breathed.
ÒI should like to go see it,Ó Brad said.
ÒYes,Ó Ted answered. But neither man moved. They kept Song Li
between them, like a treasure, and merely listened.
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