A Succubus For Christmas

by M. E. Hydra

  The blueness was a little jarring at first, but once he got over the initial shock Christian Crusader had to admit it was definitely sexy. It helped that her body was an absolute knockout as well. She was tall, easily six foot, and the right shade of curvy over athletic. Her large blue breasts bounced free, each topped with a perky dark purple nipple. She stopped, hand on hip as she looked Christian Crusader up and down with smouldering eyes.

  “'lo sugah,” she pouted.

  “Prepare to battle,” Christian Crusader challenged. He wondered what her powers were, other than her general, well…blueness.

  “You sure dat's what you want sugah. I can think of better uses to put dat energy to.” She wiggled her hips and ran a blue tongue over full blue lips all the while staring directly into Christian Crusader's eyes.

  “Your charms won't work on me,” Christian Crusader stated defiantly. “For I wield the righteous wrath.”

  The blue girl tittered. “You're funny. I like dat. Dis gonna be fun.”

  “What are you?” Christian Crusader demanded. “Mutant? Alien? Government Experiment? What powers do you have?”

  “I'm Sister Squeeze,” the girl smiled enigmatically, “and as for powers, well I guess we'll have some fun finding out together.”

  Trust the Harridan to find someone who was more super-slut than super-villain, Christian Crusader thought. The girl looked a little soft really. He might have to hold back a little.

  But not too much.

  “There's still time to turn back from this path of evil and find the way to the light,” Christian Crusader said. “You don't have to do what the Harridan tells you.”

  Speaking of the Harridan, Christian Crusader heard the click of a door behind the old madam's desk. Damn, he'd allowed the slut to distract him and now the Harridan was getting away. He looked towards the door, debating whether to give chase.

  PFLUBB!

  Out of the corner of his eye Christian Crusader saw the blue girl reach towards him with a hand that swelled and ballooned outwards. Before he could even react it wrapped around him and merged together into what felt like a thick rubber sheath. It looked like someone had rolled him up in a giant blue inflatable airbed with only his head protruding out of the top. How very undignified, he thought.

  “Guess you missed the class where they told you never to look away from your opponent,” Sister Squeeze laughed. She was standing in the same place, but her left arm had become boneless and pliant, running like a thick tube to the hand that had become the thick rubbery cocoon wrapped around Christian Crusader. “You in my grip now, sugah.”

  “This won't hold me long,” Christian Crusader stated. His arms were pinned to his sides but the walls holding him felt soft and pliant. He flexed his muscles and felt the walls stretch around him. Not long at all, he thought, pushing his arms slowly outwards.

  “My, ain't you a strong one,” the girl smiled. A large bulge swelled out of her shoulder and travelled down her flexible left arm until it met and merged with the rubbery matter imprisoning Christian Crusader. The effect was instantaneous as the walls thickened by a few inches and snapped back to pinion his arms back at his sides again.

  Grunting, Christian Crusader strained again. The walls gave a little, but he could only push them so far before the elasticity snapped his arms back into place again.

  “No use,” the girl said.

  Snarling, spittle staining his lips he strained again to no avail.

  “You might be strong but you ain't got no leverage with your arms pinned to your sides.”

  Christian Crusader gave a great roar until the veins popped up on his neck as he gave an almighty flex of his muscles. The walls stretched and stretched and stretched and then held. Face burning, he tried to suck more air into his lungs for one last big push, but it was no use, the muscles in his arms were shivering now, worn out from the exertions.

  No, one big push, that was all he needed.

  The blue walls suddenly contracted so hard the air was forced from Christian Crusader's lungs with a gasp.

  “Quit fighting, it's time to get naked with Sister Squeeze,” the girl purred.

  Within the cocoon Christian Crusader felt the fabric of his costume gripped tight in a number of different places. There was a sharp expansion and he felt his costume tear away in shreds, including his…

  …his belt! The source of all his powers! Alan Miller panicked. He tried to struggle, but without the strength boost of his belt the rubbery walls now felt so tight around his body he could barely breathe.

  “Dis is a nice piece of kit.” Sister Squeeze held the belt in her right hand and looked at it admiringly. “Dis what allow you to fly, make you strong too.”

  It was over, Miller thought forlornly. Without his powers he'd never break her grip. His head slumped forward. She'd beaten him.

  “Ah don't be so down”, the girl soothed. “Not when we're gonna have so much fun together.”

  To emphasize what she meant Miller felt something pinch his bottom.

  “If you good I might just give you your toy back,” Sister Squeeze pouted.

  Fun. Good. A germ of a plan suddenly entered Miller's mind. Since the slut seemed so keen to fuck him then maybe he could turn that to his advantage. Maybe charm could triumph where strength had failed.

  “Huf...maybe we've got off on the wrong foot here.” He looked up and fixed her with his most dazzling grin, the one that made all the ladies melt.

  “I knew you'd see it my way,” Sister Squeeze smiled. “Why fight? It's so much better if you relax.”

  The fleshy cocoon around Christian Crusader began to slowly pulsate. The walls softened and pulled him down as they expanded around him. Undulating motions gripped his shoulders and back and tenderly began to massage the tenseness out of his muscles.

  “Isn't dis so much better?” the blue girl said. Slowly she walked forwards.

  It was very good, Miller thought. Her cocoon pulsed around him and muscular contractions kneaded and stroked the muscles of his neck and back before spreading across his whole body. The sensation was incredible against his naked flesh. It was like being caressed and fondled by a hundred soft hands.

  “And dis is just de beginning,” she fixed Miller with a lascivious smile and then directed his gaze to her right hand. Mesmerised he watched her fingers bend back and forth before they lost all semblance of rigidity and began to undulate like snakes. The liquefaction spread down her arm until the entire limb was swaying with sinuous grace.

  Sister Squeeze winked and then her hand whipped forward like a striking snake. Miller involuntarily tried to recoil, but her fleshy walls held him in place. Her hand should have struck and bounced off the outer surface of the cocoon, but instead it seemed to sink right through. Miller gasped as he felt a series of feathery light touches run up and down his cock. Her expert and ever so flexible fingers gently coaxed him first to full erection and then began to run up and down its length in light tickling caresses.

  “Now ain't you a big boy,” she murmured lustily.

  Her fingers continued to run up and down his cock. Every so often they would slither down to tickle the hairs on his sac, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Miller. One finger even slithered further, playfully probing around the edges of his anus before returning to wrap around his cock.

  She really was a super-slut, Miller thought. He'd never felt anything like this before. His face screwed up as he tried to concentrate on holding back from coming. He had to maintain control.

  It felt so good though. Around him her fleshy cocoon slowly pulsed as she gripped his cock tighter and began to pump in long lazy strokes. Miller focused every fibre of his being on holding back the orgasm. He would keep control.

  “How about I put my cock to better use.” He smiled and looked meaningfully at her naked pussy.

  “Mmm, Sister Squeeze would like that. But first she want a taste.” She licked her lips and went down on her knees in front of him. Miller watched as she pushed he
r face against the slowly pulsating wall of the cocoon enveloping him. The wall seemed to hold for a moment before absorbing her face and head into it.

  Miller gasped as he felt hot breath against his erect cock. Soft full lips gently kissed the tip before his whole cock was sucked into her mouth. An impossibly flexible tongue wrapped around his cock like a snake, both squeezing and squirming up and down its length. The fleshy walls around him pulsed with every bobbing motion of her head as her lips moved up and down, taking him in all the way to the back of her throat.

  Miller rolled his eyes up in their sockets and puffed out his cheeks as he tried again to fight off the impending orgasm. His breath came out in gasps.

  Control. He must keep control.

  Finally, just when he thought he could hold back no longer, the sucking stopped and she pulled her head out of the fleshy cocoon and stood up before him.

  “How about we move onto…the main event,” Miller panted. He must take back control. He smiled rakishly. “You'll have to let me out first.”

  “No need for that sugah.”

  She stepped up and reached out to embrace Miller. Her arms and legs wrapped around the pulsing blue mass of flesh and sank into it. She became the cocoon. Miller felt her arms wrapped around his chest, her legs crossed around his buttocks, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her moist pussy lips kissing the end of his erect cock.

  “You all wrapped up in Sister Squeeze now and she gonna show you a real good time.”

  She locked her soft blue lips against Miller's and began to passionately kiss him. Miller gasped as he felt the rest of her weight push against and then draw him up into her moist cunt. The walls were softer than the flesh wrapped around him and slick with her juices. She sank right down to the hilt of his prodigious cock, taking it all in and giving the whole length a teasing little squeeze.

  She broke off the kiss to nuzzle against his neck.

  “Hmm, you nice and big,” she murmured in his ear. “Maybe I let you go if you good enough.”

  Enveloped as he was in a cocoon of pure sensory pleasure, Miller was still hero enough to spot this as his opportunity. He had to take command and show this super-slut who was really in control. It was time for him to do the fucking.

  As she pulled up to sink back down on him he thrust forward with his mighty buttock muscles, forcing his cock deep inside her.

  “Ooh,” the blue girl moaned, “Sister Squeeze likes that.”

  Christian Crusader pumped in and out, harder and harder, working her soft cunt like a jackhammer.

  “Ooh,” Sister Squeeze moaned again. Her body and the walls gripping Christian Crusader started to moisten and become softer.

  In, out. Christian Crusader pumped her hard, using the elasticity of her cocoon to drive deeper and deeper into her moist cleft. Her pussy was gushing now and he felt her wetness run down his legs. He clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut as he tried to hold off his own orgasm.

  He could feel her lose control as his mighty organ breached her again and again. Her lips were mouthing sweet moans of pleasure into his ear as he felt her breasts bounce against his chest.

  Christian Crusader wasn't about to be a slave to her pleasure. She would be a slave to his cock.

  Christian Crusader was preparing for another thrust when the fleshy cocoon suddenly contracted so hard he was completely immobilised again, his cock buried deep within her pussy. Her legs and arms tightened their embrace around him and he felt her soft breasts wedge tight against his chest.

  Sister Squeeze picked up her head from his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “You not bad but now it's my turn.”

  Her pussy tightened around his cock. Their bodies were jammed so tight together Miller couldn't pull his dick either in or out. A contraction throbbed up from the centre of her body and languorously pulsed down the length of his cock.

  “I got another power as well,” Sister Squeeze whispered into Miller's ear.

  A shiver passed through his body as a finger-shaped pseudopod gently probed before sliding up into his anus. A tremor of pleasure went through Miller's body as it gently began to massage his prostate from inside him.

  “When a man cum in me he don't stop cumming. I squeeze out all his juice ‘til he just skin and bone.”

  There was another throb from within her body. Miller felt his cock gently squeezed again.

  “Pump me full of your cum little hero,” Sister Squeeze threw her head back.

  Within the cocoon her body contracted and pulsed all around him. Miller felt his cock gripped by a powerful sucking motion that spread out across his entire body. Around him the walls of the cocoon slowly throbbed in and out, squeezing his body and sucking at his cock.

  “Cum in me.”

  Sister Squeeze gripped him tighter and tighter. Miller tried to put the motions out of his head, tried to ignore the pleasure of her flesh rubbing against all parts of his body, tried to ignore the swelling of her breasts as they pressed tight against his chest with each contraction of the cocoon. He tried to ignore the finger in his ass massaging his prostate and above all the heavenly suction gripping his cock, squeezing his cock, pulsing around his cock.

  “Don't fight. Just cum.”

  It was no use. Miller's body was taut with the pleasure crackling through his every nerve. Each breath came with a little grunt as the next pleasurable throb massaged his body and sucked against his cock.

  “Mmm yes. Sister Squeeze has you now. Cum deep.”

  “Gnh!”

  Miller felt the orgasm well up and then explode as he fired a massive jet of sperm deep into her sucking vagina. Ah, it felt so good. Sister Squeeze gripped him tight with her arms and legs and her blue lips were once again on his as he gasped into her hot mouth.

  There was no moment of post-orgasmic bliss. The sucking contractions grew in strength and frequency. With each pulse contracting around his cock he fired another gout of cum into her vagina. And another, and another, and another. The orgasms came so fast it was now one single steady stream of cum gushing into her pulsing pussy.

  Sister Squeeze broke off the kiss with a triumphant smile.

  “Feel me squeeze out all your juice, hero.”

  Miller barely heard the words. The pleasure kept increasing as he jetted more white liquid into her sopping cunt. His head tilted back and his eyeballs melted into his body as he was pulled down deeper into her embrace. Around him Sister Squeeze's fleshy cocoon began to grip him tight and squeeze…

  * * * *

  Still panting, Sister Squeeze slowly pulled her flesh back together into the semblance of a human shape. As she opened her arms a pathetic bundle of hair, skin and bone fell out to clatter on the floor.

  “Silly boy,” Ann Varley said. She drew on a cigarette as she looked at the sorry remnants of Christian Crusader. “Meddlin' I can put up with, but no one hurts my gals. Still, a shame to come to this.”

  “He liked it,” Sister Squeeze smiled. “I'm always de best dey ever had.”

  “You got one weird talent gal,” Varley said.

  “But it sure play havoc with de figure,” Sister Squeeze said, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. Gross rolls of flab hung all around her body and wobbled and jiggled with each motion. It was going to take weeks to work all this off, she thought with a sigh.

  Happy Ending

  “So would you like a happy ending with your massage?” Annette Brite asked in that sexy posh voice of hers.

  “Uh, doesn't that involve you…uh…jerking me off?” Clive Little asked.

  “Yes, Mr Little,” Annette laughed. “It is indeed a euphemism for hand relief.”

  Little was at a loss on how to respond. He was still trying to work out how he'd ended up here, in her little shop, at seven in the evening.

  * * * *

  Little had been looking for a last minute birthday present for his wife when he'd noticed the New Age shop on the corner of Bachman Road and Matheson Street. He hadn't really noticed it before so he t
hought it must be new. He tried to remember what had been here before. Wasn't it a sex shop or something like that? Something boarded up and poky anyway.

  The new shop was a complete contrast. It was light and airy with big wide windows. 'Crystal Soul' was painted on the glass door in bright pink crystalline letters.

  It was a long shot, but Little was completely out of ideas at this point. Maybe he'd find something here. You never knew.

  As he was debating on whether or not to enter he nearly collided with a tall, strikingly beautiful blonde girl. She was continuing a conversation with someone inside, looking over her shoulder and not spotting Little until she almost bumped into him.

  “I'm sorry,” Little said, stepping out of her way.

  The girl smiled back at him, brightening Little's day as her clear blue eyes flashed with a suggestive twinkle.

  Wow, now here was a stunner, Little thought, unable to look away as she walked down the street, long blonde hair swishing as her hips swung provocatively. Easy Clive, Wifey would not be amused if she was here now.

  No harm in looking though, he thought, smiling as he turned back and entered the shop.

  The girl behind the counter was also attractive. She had long black hair that cascaded down onto her milky-white shoulders in a waterfall of ringlets. Her face was so pale and flawless it might have belonged to a precious porcelain doll. Her dress sense was a little unusual though. She wore a heavy black velvet dress that looked as though it belonged to some other bygone age.

  It showed off the creamy white expanse of her cleavage to good effect though.

  “Hello, can I help you?” She spoke perfect Queen's English without any trace of an accent. Somehow she managed to pull it off without coming across as haughty.