A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales

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by M. E. Hydra


  Such a contrast to Nancy. She was one of those girls that had next to no bust. Flat as an ironing board. Although, to be fair, nearly all girls apart from the surgically-enhanced looked flat-chested in comparison to the generously-gifted Erica and Eunice.

  Nancy was flat-chested even by normal girl standards. The guys used to joke about it down the pub. Nothing serious, nothing malicious. Heck, she was practically one of them anyway. She knew more about hardware and server farms than most of Larry’s tech-knowledgeable circle. He loved that about her. He loved her intelligence, her sense of humour, and that she seemed mostly free of the emotional crazy most of her sex was afflicted with.

  But she didn’t have any tits, and Larry loved tits.

  I’ve missed seeing this in the flesh, Larry thought. Which was a blatant lie as he’d never seen anything like this in the flesh. Smiling, Erica and Eunice gave him a jiggle and his gaze followed their bouncing nipples like spectators following the ball at Wimbledon.

  “Are they to your satisfaction?” Erica asked.

  Did bears shit in the wood, was the pope a... etcetera, etcetera.

  “Yeah,” Larry said.

  “More cream?” Erica asked.

  “Ooh yes,” Eunice answered.

  Erica held up an industrial-sized white tube of massage cream. That was a big tube, Larry thought. They must get a discount for buying it in a bulk container like that. Professionals, same with the strips of condoms he’d seen in Erica’s bag. Erica gave the tube a hard squeeze in the centre and a thick column of white paste sprang from the nozzle with a lewd, bubbly squelch. The cream fell upon Eunice’s breasts and she purred with pleasure as she rubbed it into her tits, leaving white streaks that glistened under the dim lights. Larry heard more lewd squelches as Erica squirted a few dollops onto her own boobs. Giggling like schoolgirls, they pressed their considerable boobs together above the table and rubbed them against each other. White cream was smeared across their luscious pink flesh.

  Erica looked down at Larry with sultry mischief in her eye.

  “Eunice, it’s not fair to leave our client out of the fun.”

  Eyes smouldering with lust, both Erica and Eunice stared down at Larry. They came apart and bent down even lower, low enough for their ripe breasts to be just above his crotch. They pushed their bodies forward again, smooshing their breasts together and this time Larry’s bobbing erection was smooshed right in the middle of them.

  Oh wow, Larry thought.

  He felt their cream-smeared boobs press and rub against his hard-on. Both Erica and Eunice gripped their boobs and squeezed them together with Larry’s dick sandwiched between them. They shook their chests and Larry’s erection was pleasantly buffeted by the soft heavy flesh of their boobs.

  As much as he loved Nancy, this was something she couldn’t do for him.

  She wasn’t bi either, and both Erica and Eunice were clearly into each other in a way that couldn’t be an act. Their lips came together in a sloppy kiss. Larry grinned. It was a full-on lesbian show and he had the best seat in the house.

  Or rather, his penis had the best seat in the house. It was currently lodged in the soft space between their bosoms as they embraced.

  Erica ended the kiss with a satisfied smack of her lips. “We mustn’t neglect our client,” she said.

  “What you’re doing is just fine,” Larry said.

  The girls ignored him and started to massage his front. With their tits.

  Larry suspected this wasn’t really doing much to unknot his muscles and didn’t give a fuck. Two amazons with enormous norks were rubbing those stupendous norks up and down his body. He felt the soft pillows slide over his skin. The cream had made their skin smooth and slick. Eunice pressed her boobs together and ran his leg through the groove of her cleavage. Erica walked around the table and playfully bounced her tits on his face like a pair of pneumatic pillows. She continued around the table and leaned right over until the erect nubs of her nipples were tracing circles over his pecs. Her face was right before him. She stared into his eyes and the intent was clear. Larry lifted his head to meet her and their lips pressed together in a kiss. At the same time he felt Eunice’s moist lips wrap around the bulbous head of his erection, and then the heat of her mouth as she took him inside.

  This was the fucking bee’s knees, Larry thought. He wished all those assholes from his old school could see him now. Hey Danny Scourby, hey Alex Morris, look at the nerdy wimp now. He’s the guy getting paid eighty grand a year to sit around in his underwear. He’s the guy getting the business from two girls the rest of you fuckers could only dream about when opening up the pages of the latest Lad’s mag for a wank. How are those dead-end jobs and pram-faced slags treating you? Who’s the loser now?

  Larry moved his lips against Erica’s. Her tongue slipped through like a snake. Down at his waist he felt Eunice’s lips brush up and down his shaft as she blew him.

  “Whew,” Larry said as Erica finally broke off the smooch. “This massage has become a little more... personal... than I was expecting.”

  “We like to get very personal with our clients,” Erica said. She moved back down to his waist.

  “It’s very relaxing for them,” Eunice said.

  It was. Unless Nancy found out, in which case she’d tear off his dick and balls and mail them to different time zones. She wouldn’t understand. Women never did. Larry didn’t love her any less for this. It was a man thing. Men had to blow off steam and play the field once in a while. It was built into their genes. It was healthy. It kept a relationship strong. Nancy would never know, but she’d feel the benefit.

  “You wouldn’t have any objections to us getting more... personal?” Erica asked.

  “No complaints from me,” Larry said.

  He looked from Erica to Eunice and wondered which one he wanted to fuck first. In the end he decided it really didn’t matter.

  Erica wrapped her boobs around his erection. Eunice held the industrial-sized tube above Erica’s chest and squirted. A thick white dollop landed on the slope of Erica’s boob and slid down into her cleavage.

  No wonder they needed such a big tube if they squirted it around like that, Larry thought.

  The cool cream oozed over his sweltering hard-on. Erica took her boobs and rubbed them up and down his cock, massaging the silken cream into his skin. She let her boobs fall open and wrapped her hands around his cock instead. Lubricated by the thick white cream, she tugged and squeezed his erection as she gave him an expert handjob.

  “What is this stuff?” Larry asked. “Did you say it had aphrodisiac properties?”

  “Yes. Feels nice, doesn’t it.”

  Driven by the skilled ministrations of her hands, a pleasant warmth was spreading up and down his shaft. Definitely an aphrodisiac. He felt hard enough to drill through concrete.

  “There’s a special little trick we do with the tube of cream,” Eunice said.

  “Would you like us to do it to you?” Erica asked.

  “Our other clients really liked it,” Eunice said.

  She took the cap off the tube and showed him the top. The hole the cream came from was wide, maybe even wide enough to admit his cock, which he suspected was what Erica and Eunice were hinting at. Eunice squeezed the tube and the hole gaped wider to reveal a solid plug of white cream.

  Aphrodisiac white cream. From a tube that looked like it might double up as a sex toy.

  “Sure,” he said. “I’ll give anything a try.”

  “You won’t be disappointed,” Erica said. She tickled long nails against his sensitive inner thigh.

  They focused their attentions on his sex. He watched curiously while Erica held his cock and Eunice positioned the entrance to the tube against his swollen glans. She squeezed and a ring of white cream burbled out around the head of his erection.

  This wasn’t going to work. The entrance to the tube was hard plastic and too narrow. Larry had a decent-sized trouser snake between his legs. It didn’t matter how much
lube was on his dick, it wasn’t going to fit and she’d scrape the skin off if she tried—

  Eunice pushed the tube down. It wasn’t hard plastic. The material was far softer and more flexible, almost organic. The entrance stretched like an organic orifice and the tube slowly gobbled up his erection, all of it.

  “Our other clients say this feels exactly like inserting their dick into a soft wet pussy,” Eunice said.

  “Can’t think why,” Larry said with a wink.

  It did feel good. The cream had felt nice enough when Erica was rubbing it into his cock. Now his erection was plunged into a container full of the stuff. Pleasure tingled all over his hard-on.

  “A vagina can’t do this,” Eunice said.

  She placed both hands around the tube and squeezed. Nothing could come out as the stretchy opening at the top was plugged by Larry’s dick. Instead the thick paste churned and squelched around his cock inside the tube.

  “That feels... different,” Larry said. And really good, he thought.

  Eunice smiled at him and squeezed the tube again. Larry’s hips twitched involuntarily as the cream flowed up and down his erection.

  “Nice isn’t it,” Erica said.

  She reached between his legs and tickled the underside of his scrotal sac. Eunice squeezed the tube again. It felt like two hands giving him a very sloppy handjob.

  “You might want to be careful there,” Larry said. He wasn’t far off spunking his load.

  The corner of Eunice’s lips turned up in a smile. She had no intention of being careful. She squeezed the tube again, harder this time, pumping it with the ball of her palm. Some of the cream bubbled up over his crotch with a lewd bubbling squelch. Inside, the soft substance brushed up and down his erection in waves that felt like hands, or maybe even the walls of a vagina, brushing against him. Eunice continued to squeeze and twist the tube as if she was playing a complicated melody on an exotic music instrument. Larry’s body twitched in time to the tune.

  “You really need to slow down,” Larry said. “I’m about to release some... pollution into your massage cream.”

  “Go ahead,” Erica said. She continued to tickle the underside of his balls. Her long nails traced snakes of pleasure down his perineum. “We can’t exactly use this tube with another client.”

  “Wouldn’t be hygienic,” Eunice added.

  “So cum,” Erica said. “Mix your ‘cream’ with ours.”

  Sneaky minxes, Larry thought. They were pros. Of course they were going to get him off without his cock coming anywhere near their pussies if they could. He didn’t mind that much. Eunice’s trick with the tube of lube felt so good he was glad they’d performed it on him.

  And he was going to arrange another session with them anyway. Nancy was away on a business trip in a couple of weeks. He wondered how much Erica and Eunice would want for a full night. A full night of fooling around with those puppies—now that was a treat worth splashing his bonus on.

  Eunice gave the tube another double-fisted squeeze. Hard.

  “Coming,” Larry gasped.

  His body tensed up and it felt like a wave of pleasure welling up from his toes. His hips pressed upwards and he groaned as he released the contents of his balls right inside the churning tube. His hard-on twitched with powerful throbs as it expelled his semen up into the churning cream.

  Yeah, they definitely weren’t going to be able to use the tube with anyone else. He’d well and truly creamed it.

  Eunice left the tube standing up on Larry’s crotch. She joined Erica as together they lightly ran their hands over his heaving chest.

  “Thanks,” Larry said. “That was top.”

  He relaxed and basked in the afterglow. His penis pushed out the last dregs of semen clogging his pipes.

  “It’s not over yet,” Erica said.

  She playfully tweaked his nipple.

  Larry felt something move around his cock. The cream, warm now, coiled around his member. Was that... no, Eunice was rubbing both hands over his front. It must be movement caused by the tube popping back into shape. The contents slithered lightly over his spent manhood. His cock twitched. The prospect of seconds had caught its attention.

  “It’s very special cream,” Erica said. “Contact with a man’s semen causes a chemical reaction.”

  Chemical reaction? He could feel something was happening in there. The cream was getting warmer and it seemed to be increasing in volume as well. It felt pleasant. He wondered if the reaction also increased the aphrodisiac properties. His whole cock was tingling and it didn’t seem in any mood to leave the party just yet.

  “Hey, that feels pretty good,” Larry said, looking down at the tube standing up on his crotch. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come again, though.”

  Erica and Eunice shared a glance.

  He looked down and saw the tube was moving on its own. Something was bubbling away beneath the plastic surface, like beetles under the skin of a corpse. His cock was in there.

  That should have taken the edge off his arousal, but his cock was soaked in aphrodisiac cream. It saturated his pores and sent pleasurable sparks dancing across his nerve endings. He was already hard again, which surprised him. He didn’t normally recover this fast after an ejaculation.

  The tube continued to move of its own volition. The walls compressed, squishing soft cream around Larry’s cock. It looked like an invisible fist was squeezing the tube, squeezing it in and out and pumping up and down his erection like a squelchy fist. The tube was expanding as well, swelling up like a balloon, but filled with more of the cream rather than air. It packed around and smothered Larry’s member. While growing, the tube continued to contract as if squeezed by invisible hands. Each squeeze sent a wave of pleasure flowing down Larry’s shaft.

  “How’s it doing—ahhh.”

  Larry’s question collapsed into a groan of pleasure. His hips lifted up off the soft cushions of the massage table and he spurted more semen into the expanding tube. The ejaculation was longer and harder this time. The tube pulsed and squeezed and he felt cream move up and down his cock like a lubricated hand... or pussy.

  How was it doing that? Some kind of motor inside?

  It was still going. So was Larry. He lay back, relaxed and let the tube stroke him on to another sticky explosion. Three times? That was some aphrodisiac in there. Fill it? He’d burst it at this rate.

  Ow. His plumbing seemed less keen on that idea as he felt a little twinge from his tubes.

  The elastic walls of the tube had swelled up enough that it more resembled a bag resting on his crotch than a tube. Inside—whoa, inside—the soft contents continued to churn around his manhood. His penis was the hardest it had ever been. It didn’t feel like it was coming down anytime soon. What was that stuff—concentrated Viagra paste?

  “It feels like there’s something alive in there,” Larry said.

  Alive... and mobile. It felt like hands, feet, lips, pussy... even an ass sliding up and down his erection. Larry hissed a breath through clenched teeth. His body tensed as a fourth orgasm fired another load into the frothing mix.

  The plastic walls of the former tube continued to stretch like soft rubber. But not uniformly. Little nodules were budding off at the corners like polyps. Or limbs. Tiny limbs.

  “That’s enough,” Larry said. “This is starting to freak—”

  Erica and Eunice had changed. Their faces were still recognisable and they still had the same gorgeous curvaceous bodies, but they’d also gained new features—horns, tails, skin as red as blood and eyes so black Larry thought he was looking through them into dead galaxies immeasurable aeons away.

  “The fuck!”

  He tried to rise, but Erica and Eunice placed a hand on each shoulder and pushed him back down onto the massage table. They each lifted a long leg and placed it over his, pinning his lower body against the smooth cushioned surface. Their upper bodies tipped forwards and did the same to his chest. Larry strained, but the only part of his body h
e could move was his head.

  “You mustn’t get up now,” Erica said.

  “We haven’t finished your session,” Eunice added.

  Their voices sounded different, as if each had a second voice recorded underneath, one that had harsh edges like pieces of torn metal rubbing together. He felt their substantial chests pushing down on him. Their bodies were hot, far hotter than any human body.

  “Lie back and relax,” Erica said.

  “Enjoy the pleasure,” Eunice said.

  Erica pressed hot lips over his and drowned him in a kiss. The tube... bag... sack... continued to squelch away at his groin, pumping and pumping his cock until a dam broke and he was convulsing with a fifth orgasm.

  Erica ended the kiss with a satisfied smile. Larry looked down and saw a horror forming between his legs. Little arms and legs, slender and not fully formed, budded from the corners of the vastly distended tube. An oval budded at the top. It looked like a tiny head pushing up through a sheet of rubber. It twisted from side to side and opened a mouth in a soundless cry.

  Larry stared at Erica’s demonic visage with terrified eyes, seeking answers he didn’t really want to know.

  “Our sister needs soul and substance to be born into this plane of existence,” Erica said. “You’ll give her these things, won’t you darling.”

  It wasn’t a question. Larry’s body complied before seeking approval from his mind. Another orgasm blew through him. Or was it the same one. They felt like they were blurring together into one constant stream of indescribable bliss. His body relaxed back on the table and was still apart from twitches of his hips as he spurted cum up into the expanding white mass resting on his crotch.

  The mass was growing. The limbs were developing, becoming the arms and legs of an adult rather than an infant. Bulges formed on the front of the former tube—proto-breasts budding and expanding outwards until they matched Erica’s and Eunice’s for size. The mass was forming into the shape of a woman with Larry’s cock caught in the opening between her growing legs.

 

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