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D is for the Dick
of Dracula
When I was just
a mere co-ed in college, I lived in a suite with eleven
of the hottest girls that might exist today. Aside from our
common
sexual interests, these were also some of the loveliest and most
desirable women on campus.
Thinking back on
those days, our lives seemed largely consumed with the
planning of parties, primarily designed to top anything that
we had
previously done. And, as you might guess, these events received
great
publicity and were well attended.
One of our favorite
affairs was the masquerade ball. And for this
particular night we had decided to require a very special dress
code in
order to enter the confines of this wild surrounding.
The girls of Suite
B debated as to what would be the most seductive and
sensual attire for all of us to wear. After great fanfare, it
was
agreed that the time had come to show off our sexy bodies, if
not to
the world, then to a major portion of the campus. And, since
it was
our party, we felt committed to set the standard in the regard.
Masquerade night
arrived with the twelve of us clad in pasties and
grass hula skirts, no panties. I, for one, felt at least slightly
uncomfortable in this garb until the fourth drink of the evening
began
to take effect.
"This might
be taking things too far", I thought, even for a very Hot
Puss like me. The pasties barely covered my nipples. I pulled
my long
waist length chestnut hair to cover the base of my breasts, feeling
more like Lady Gadiva than a Hula Dancer.
When I walked,
I felt the roughness of the grass skirt brush up against
my then full bush. The grass tickled my pussy hair. I could
feel
myself begin to get wet.
The seductiveness
of these outfits, soon to be seen by 500 people, was
particularly apparent when I looked at my suite mates. The outline
of
each ass left little to the imagination, and sometimes flashed
when
their skirts swayed. The color of each triangle could be seen
through
the breaks of grass.
People began to
pile into the small suite in droves. Obviously all the
stores had sold out of make-up, which now covered our guests
from top
to bottom. In fact, make-up was the only thing that one woman
wore,
with rainbows covering her face, her firm breasts, her shaven
puss,
curvacious ass and long slender legs. Definitely the most outstanding
rainbow that I had ever see.
I walked into my
own room to touch-up my red painted lips. I was now
perfectly at home in my red pasties after numerous rum and cokes.
I
took out the lipstick and began to hum the song blasting in the
other
room.
Suddenly, I felt
someone else's presence. I looked up into the right
into the face of Dracula. I jumped back startled. His make-up
was so
expertly done, gray hollow eyes, black skeleton-like cheeks,
black
painted lips. He wore a long black cape that touched the floor.
Nothing underneath.
"What a great
costume", I said, still shaken by his sudden presence.
I
searched his face, attempting to discover his identity. His
make-up
was so wonderful that I literally had no idea.
His only response
was to pick me up in his strong arms and carry me
over to my bed. He gently put me down and lowered his black
lips upon
me. I tried to tell him that the door was open leading right
to the
packed party but he paid no attention. His mouth continued to
learn of
mine, his tongue darted toward mine, never uttering a word.
I began to feel
tremendously hot from these seductive, passionate
kisses. There was something incredibly seductive about the prospects
of making love to the likes of Dracula, not knowing if he was
good or
evil.
As his black painted
lips continued to cover mine, I felt his hand
begin to circle my breast, first one then the other. Then he
carefully
removed my pasties which barely covered my nipples. Soon his
lips are
on my neck. My body shakes with an uncontrollable chill. Dracula
exists only in fiction, or does he?
His tongue followed
my cleavage. He began to stroke the outer contours
of my breasts, gently lapping at my nipples, making them rock
hard in
his mouth. With one hand circling my breast, the other made
its way to
my slender waistline. I felt the juices of my pussy begin to
flow more
intensely, knowing that his strong hands would soon be exploring
me.
In one motion,
Dracula picked me up and rested me perpendicular on the
bed. He massaged my legs while, at the same time, pushed the
curtain
of my grass skirt to each side. My pussy is now completely bare.
I try to tell him
that there are people right outside the door. He
ignores me.
My mysterious friend
raises my legs into a V, silently instructing me
to grab onto them. He is so confident, so self-assured, that
I
reluctantly comply, conscious that any passerby will also see
the most
intimate regions of my pussy.
As I pull my legs
to my breasts, I feel my pussy begin to open. I
notice that for the first time, Dracula smiles as he witnesses
my
unbarring.
His fingers begin
to dance on the tips of my unshaven hair. Starting
at the top of my slit, his tongue gives my pussy long, gentle
strokes
that end at the crack of my ass. His finger massages my entry
and soon
is deep inside me. Black painted lips search for my clit, hard
as it
has ever been.
I am now the hottest
Hula Dancer this side of Hawaii. His agile arms
turn me over on my hands and knees as he points my firm ass to
the
ceiling, facing towards the door. He teases my pussy with his
rock
hard cock, from the top of my clit, to my rosy asshole, in search
of
the hills and valleys at all points in between.
My lips glisten
from my own wetness. His cock rocks back and forth, in
and out of my pussy lips then on to my ass. It is as though
Dracula is
testing, debating about which hole is ripe enough to enter.
Suddenly, I feel
Dracula slide his way inside my pussy. My muscles
immediately tighten around him. I begin to scream in ecstasy
now that
his toy has finally found a home.
He enters me so
slowly, going up only ever so slightly. He waits to
feel my walls contract around him before he gives me more.
Dracula's fingers
stroke my ass, still wet from my own juices. A
finger begins to penetrate my hole, causing me to climax on his
cock
inside. He fills me up then slowly withdraws to the point of
almost
pulling out. As he enters me again, my pussy and ass lock on
to him,
wishing that he would remain there forever.
Suddenly, he pulls
away completely. "Dracula!, anyone can see me", I
whisper, silently wishing that someone would. But now his hot
tongue
is on my tiny asshole while he fucks my pussy with his finger.
Waves
of orgasm descend upon me again.
Dracula's cock
penetrates my ass this time. He has prepared me well so
I readily let him in. He holds my hips and begins to fuck me
frantically... His balls pound my pussy with vengeance. He
is so
hard... his fucking is wild! My body shakes from the power of
him. I
am crazy for him... Now it is my fingers which vibrate my pussy.
I
come all over them as he fills my ass with all of his warmth.
I collapse on my
bed, never again to doubt the legend of Dracula.
I turn around to tell him so but he is gone. Instead, my eyes
fall
upon the beautiful rainbow... |