The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “Do you want to know how big it was?” He did not but he had turned totally dumb. “I couldn't tell you, honey, if this is something that happens after death. I know your hair and nails keep growing in the grave. But your cock...” She was taking off his shirt with her free hand. He followed and pulled down her pants and her underwear simultaneously.“His was huge. Eight inches, maybe more.”

  This made Tom's efforts all the more frantic. He was racing against her stories for the chance to pleasure this woman.

  “Oh, I've never had a man that good. No living man, at least.”

  Tom pulled down his pants, leaving him totally nude. There is something especially pathetic about an insecure man who is also nude.

  He entered her and she moaned. He took his cue and gave a deep thrust. She moaned again, briefly this time. “He was not my first, but he was the first good one.” She did a slow wiggle with her hips to adjust to Tom's rhythm. It was tough sometimes, since Tom moved to the beat of an off-tempo drum when they did it. Had she been more aware, she would realize that their inability to sync coital movements was a simple issue of chemistry.

  She flipped him onto his back and took the reins. She made sure that he was thumbing her clit whenever it wasn't flush against his pelvis, grinding. She was putting her mouth to his ear, nibbling and taunting, “The things you must learn by walking this Earth for hundreds of years...”

  Whenever Tom was about to come, his movements would get real jerky and his gyrations much shorter. She lifted off of him and his jaw slacked in shock. Shana waited for a moment then mounted him again. They continued until she felt those pre-orgasmic pelvic jerks and she lifted off him again. He let out a cry like a hurt rabbit. She mounted again, this time rubbing herself as she rode him, finally reaching her own climax.

  Her ecstasy brought Tom to the edge of orgasm again but this time she did not dismount until the second before he would ejaculate. The force of the spurts sprayed everything from his mouth to her chest plate. His eyes shut as he writhed in satisfaction, unseeing of Shana's deranged celebration of a small victory, grinning like the devil at the sight of this wretched man covered in his own sperm.

  After a few minutes, Tom got up and took a massive swig from the whiskey bottle. He did not look Shana in the eyes, but he did look back at her back on the bed, still only exposed from the waste down. The bottle met his lips again and he just about finished it off. He crawled into bed and Shana made him into the little spoon.

  Chapter Four

  When Shana awoke in the morning, it was in a pool of Tom's urine. Tom would always cackle when his brother would say, “a man reaches a point in his life when he stops puking shit-faced and just pisses the bed.” At least people actually vomit in the toilet.

  It was light outside, and Shana found the sun rather inviting. She couldn’t wait until she got back to her sister's house to wash the urine off her legs. A cellphone caught her eye on the way out. She entered Tom's password and made his lock screen wallpaper a picture of himself naked, laying in a urine-soaked motel bed.

  The first thing she saw when she walked into her sister's house was Nate, eyes red and puffy, sitting on Suze's back as she did pushups. The count had reached “forty-two, forty-three, forty-four” when Nate got up to hug his sister-in-law.

  “Where have you been, Shana?”

  The embrace allowed for some silence, and a long embrace it was. A hug between family is such a simple joy. So easing, so restorative – a reminder that humans can transcend through intimacy, through a simple configuration of arms and bodies. “I was with Tom.”

  Suze looked over mid-pushup and ceased. She looked into her sister's eyes expectingly. Shana looked deflated. Suze looked away.

  “Have you heard from that detective?”

  “Yeah,” said Suze as she propped herself up onto her feet. “He told us he found a body, a small boy’s body.”

  Wind evacuated from Shana's gut.

  “Took him 20 minutes before he told us the body bore no resemblance to Luke. Described a little elbow sticking out of water and a pond getting dredged and the precise location of every abrasion and scratch that the poor boy had on his body. Took him 20 goddamn minutes,” she performed a quick stations of the cross, “before he remembered to tell us it wasn't our boy.”

  “We were sobbing. Well I was sobbing. Suze, she was keeping strong like she does. Thought she was going to reach through the receiver and strangle the motherfucker though.”

  The back of a chair propped up Shana by the arm. A painful high had made her head light, but relief washed over her.

  Suddenly, she found her arms constricted against her torso. Suze was hugging her as tight as she could manage. Her sister's tears wet the shoulder of Shana's shirt. Somehow one arm gained a little bit of mobility and she rubbed Suze's lower back with a firm touch and steady motion. “Shh” bled from her teeth into her weeping sister's ear. Suze pulled away. “I wish you had never made Tom come out here.” Suze started wailing, and Shana this time gave her the strong embrace. “It's ok. It's ok.”

  Nate rattled his keys. “Hey, let's settle this over some chicken.”

  Now Suze was a bit of a health nut and Nate wasn't a big eater and Shana was much more a fan of granola and tofu, but there was a tradition in family that when there were sorrows to be drowned, fried chicken was in order. It started a few years back when Shana was visiting, actually. Nate got a call from his sister-in-law in Akron that his brother was found in the backyard with slits running down the length of his wrists and inner forearms in an educated attempt to let demons out through his veins. On their drive down to the hospital there, they stopped at a fried chicken joint and found themselves feeling much better.

  They sat down in Maude's with a big bucket of chicken, a pile of fries, and some coleslaw. If you ever want to lend joy to a group of adults who have no hope left, bring them to a chicken spot. No words were exchanged for the first 15 minutes of the meal, until Shana got a text. She reached into her pocket and drew out her phone, but it immediately slipped out of her greasy fingers. She grabbed a napkin and muttered to herself, ultimately relieved that the screen wasn't cracked.

  “That Tom texting you?” asked Suze with her mouth full.

  It was a number Shana didn't recognize. Her sister got no response, and she put her phone back into her pocket to get back to work on the chicken.

  “I'm sorry that I called Tom.”

  Shana looked up from the thigh she was picking skin off of. “He's bad.”

  “Well hun, he's not great, that's for sure.”

  “He's bad for me. If I go back to Long Island, I'm not going home to him.” She resumed picking off the skin, and munched on little pieces of it that she tore off.

  “Well, I'm sorry. It's just that that vamp––”

  Shana shot her a look.

  “I'm sorry.”

  “It's ok. It's fine. Shit happens.”

  They resumed eating for a bit and then Shana blurted,

  “He pisses the bed when he's drunk. Who wants a lifetime of that?”

  The three laughed heartily. What a tool, they all though to themselves. What a loser.

  Shana's phone vibrated in her pocket again and this time she wiped her fingers outright.

  Same number, second text. She checked it just to get rid of the notification.

  Text 1: “cum2 LV cemetery”

  Text 2: “now”

  Mr. Clean. How could she forget about Mr. Clean. But the cemetery?

  Mr. Clean texted back. “only option. safe w/ me.”

  “Hey, uh” Shana started. Nate and Suze were joyously munching, cherishing their brief moment to willfully forget the familial tragedy that they were currently suffering. “Hey can we take this stuff to go?”

  “And go where, hun?” Nothing came between Suze and indulgence.

  “The, umm, cemetery.”

  The munching halted.

  “Like, Lake View Cemetery.”

  Red was the color Suze's
face quickly turned. “So we can see that undead friend of yours?”

  “Suzy,” Nate appealed, “it's barely sunset. Bloodsuckers can't take the daylight.”

  “Then why do we need to go there, Shana?”

  “I don't know. I've got a feeling, I guess.”

  Suze placed a chicken leg to her mouth, biting and chewing as slowly as could be, maintaining a stony glare at Shana the whole time. Upon swallowing, “Ok. Nate, get a lid for the bucket.”

  Chapter Five

  Mr. Clean instructed them to go to the Haserot angel. Truth was that Shana felt about as good taking her family to the spot of her most extreme sensual experience as she did drinking a ketchup milkshake. There was a chance that something would come over her and she would start masturbating right then and there, with no regard for who else was around. Minor consolation could be taken in the fact that it was something of a tit for tat with seeing Suze and Nate fucking on the dining room table the night prior. But no, that was barely consolation at all.

  It's amazing how tragedy can make any day feel cold and cloudy. In fact, it was a perfect spring day in Lake View Cemetery, and the sunlight warmed the trio's hair and flesh as they sat in front of the angel, waiting for, well... they didn't know what. Yet all they could feel was cold rising from the corpses, the chilling breeze that gave the backs of their necks goosepimples whenever it blew. Dazed from the chicken and pleased to be doing anything but sulk back home, they sat placidly in a triangle, doing what some would call meditating.

  There was a rustling from the woods, and they all innately dismissed it as some sort of animal. But a human cough sounded soon after, a puny, weak cough which perked all ears up. Suze, of course, recognizes that cough as if it were her own and began fervently turning her head in every direction, looking for the direction where it came from.

  The cough sounded again, and when the three oriented themselves towards its direction, they saw the boy stumble out of the woods. He was still in his Sunday best, but by now it was not at all the best. The tie was severed, as if by scissors and the blazer had a hole in one elbow. His pants were dirty, crumpled, as if he had been sleeping in them on the ground for the past few days. Nate ran towards the boy and picked him up to give him a wet kiss on the cheek.

  “Daddy, it's ok for you to kiss me even though I'm a boy and you're a boy because I missed you.” Nate, the big softie, sobbed on the spot. Suze sandwiched the boy between herself and her husband with a long embrace. The parents uttered nothing for they had nothing to say. They closed eyes and rocked with the boy back and forth, back and forth.

  Luke pointed at Shana and went, “Aunt Shana has a bruise on her eye!” That's when Suze noticed that a bandage was wrapped around Luke's index finger, with one digit missing.

  She turned around to see a figure staring from the very point in the woods where Luke stumbled out of. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she charged. Once the figure realized what was happening, it started to run away, but Suze was just in too good shape to let the man who severed her son's finger get away. She pulled a maneuver that you really only see in pro wrestling rings: a running jump which led to her wrapping her body around this person's upper half, the momentum of which pinned him to the ground. She laid waste to the guy, alternating punches between his head and his gut until he was too battered, too winded to even move. She got up and ran back to her boy.

  “Get in the fucking car! Now!”

  Suze, Nate, and Luke ran to the car. Shana did not.

  “Shana, get in this car or I swear I will personally crucify you on one of these cross-shaped gravestones. I will!”

  Both Luke and Nate were in a state of shock, seeing Suze turn into whatever person this was.

  “Suze, I need to go see someone.”

  “Get in the car!”

  “No.”

  “Get in the fucking car!”

  “I'm going to see...”

  Suze understood. She looked over to the woods to see if the figure had stirred. He had not. “Well, get there quick, before that ape wakes up.”

  Shana nodded. “I'll call you soon. Bye Luke.” She waved at her nephew, who was in a total daze.

  He still waved back as the car pulled away.

  Shana wandered over to the figure that Suze attacked. It was Mr. Clean. His eyes were open, and he was in fact fully alert. Shana thanked him and offered a hand to help him up.

  “I will get up off the ground when I know that woman has driven far away. I do not need that again.”

  “I said thank you.”

  “I did my duty. Leave me to lie here.” And she did.

  As always, Baker's tomb was easy to find. Shana wasn't quite sure what she wanted out of him. When she thought of that fleshy patch, she was in fact reviled by his very existence. But Tom was in her past and she didn't really know what her future held. She sat 100 yards from his tomb until it was totally dark out. He emerged with some tools to work on his truck. When she approached, he was tuning something up.

  “Baker.”

  He turned around and looked away in embarrassment nearly the second he saw her.

  She walked up to the truck and leaned against the front of it, just inches away from him. She looked insistently at the vampire's face. He went back to work with his wrench, pretending she wasn't there. She continued to stare.

  Still averting his gaze, Baker said, “please leave.”

  “No.”

  “Please, now.”

  “No.”

  Shana was bad at following the program today.

  He finally looked at her. “What do you want from me?”

  “I don't know.”

  He shook his head and got back to work.

  Finally, “I guess I just want to talk. I always like talking to you.”

  He continued, putting more energy into fixing his truck than dealing with Shana. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “Anything. I don't know. Tell me a story about what it was like here during the Civil War.”

  “The Civil War? They didn't fight that in Cleveland.”

  “Yeah, but just what it was like here during that time period. Were there runaway slaves? Did any of them turn into, well, creatures like...”

  He smiled at her. “Let's walk.”

  And they did. They wandered around the cemetery and let the conversation guide them, as opposed to the other way around. Just like when she was a teen, they found themselves perched against a grave hours later, deep in some pseudo-philosophical discussion that no one in the rest of the world could care about. And as things always went, they found themselves kissing under that very moonlight, perched against a headstone. Something made it more tender than usual, with them stealing one another's breath each time their tongues touched. Baker's lips, as always, were cold and dry. Shana's as always plump and warm. Time slipped away from them during conversation, but absolutely evaporated during kissing.

  Shana began rubbing that long-dead skin that was stretched taught over the vampire's subtly chiseled torso. She loved to traced the parabola in his ribcage, to draw a grid with her finger on his abs. He whispered some forgotten language into her ear while blowing cold wind through her hair.

  And before she knew it, Baker had disrobed her and they were laying on their sides. He massaged her back and shoulders, kissing her cheek from behind and rubbing the top part of his thigh against her vagina. She loved to be embraced from the back, with the spring's raw evening air tingling her front. She guided Baker's hand to her breast, and when he clawed at his, she growled like an animal deep in heat.

  She reached for his cold cock and found nothing. “You don't need that anymore.”

  “But,” she gasped and paused, reveling in the vampires touch, his tactile tour of every skin inch, “but I love it.”

  He simply breathed behind her ear then slid down her back, kissing the contour of her spine all the way down. He nibbled on the flesh of her butt, then spread the cheeks to tease the hole with the tip of his tongue.
No one had ever done that to her before, and she never imagined that it could be such a quiet, profound sensation. As he continued, he played with her labia, rubbing and plying clumps of pubic hair. She chuckled in between gasps and moans. Soon his thumb found its way inside of her and the top of his paw to her clit as he continued to lick her from behind. It was exquisite. When she closed her eyes, new colors burst against the silver screen of her eyelids, and when she opened them, the leaves on the trees swirled and shimmered in a psychedelic projection of her ecstasy.

  The vampire crawled back up until his head touched hers and she turned her face to kiss him. He continued to touch her as they made out for minutes and then she turned her head away from him to expose her neck, grinning a possessed grin. He opened his mouth and positioned his teeth above her jugular.

  The End

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  Table of Contents

  Big Black Cuckold

  My Bucket List Series – Pegs and Holes

  Dark Temptation (Book #1)

  My Bucket List Series – Little Miss Anal

  Milf And Chocolate

  Three In The Bed Ain’t Bad

  Menage at Sea

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  Dark Temptation (Book #2)

  Town Of Lust (Part Two)

  Love In An Elevator

  My Bucket List Series – Girl On Film

  My Bucket List Series- Deidra’s Dungeon

  Con Job

  Taboo Menage

  Taken By The Ranchers

  Laid Off

  Pregnant By My Big Black Cuckold

  Double The Wild

  Caribbean Menage

  Creaming On The Law

  Sexy Beast

  Passion Wolf