Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  He pulled away from me, my ears red, his saliva still on my tongue, and he was instantly replaced by Michael, his taste and texture no less enjoyable as he melted his face into mine, even if he did lack the same amount of intense buildup that Kevin and I had been sharing with one another for months now.

  Then, astonishingly, Michael's lips were on Kevin's- I don't know whether they were caught up in the moment or they both genuinely had the hots for one another, but there it was. I savored the skin of their gums being pulled around, their tongues battling it out between their two mouths, their hands sliding along the terrains of one another's sticky, sweaty bodies...

  And after some time of this the three of us met in the middle, all three of us sharing in a single, hot, wet, steamy group kiss, each of us gobbling up one another's faces, the two teenage boys apparently every bit as hungry as I was-

  And then the clothes came off...

  The two of them stepped away from me, my eyes probably swirling in a daze with my lightheaded dizziness, and each of them began to strip out of their jeans. I savored the cascade of denim around slick, meaty thighs, the texture of jizz stains at the bulging crotches of their boxer shorts, the stretch of fingers into elastic, and the sliding of boxers down from forms...

  Two twin cocks waved warningly at me, swaying from their bodies like tree branches, each of them huge, enough to pulverize a girl, to drill her into a fucking pulp and then continue disintegrating her, and I could feel my body tensing with the prospect of being penetrated.

  “On your knees, bitch,” commanded Kevin, and I loved his brutal demeanor despite his normally polite manners in my presence. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me to the ground so that my head was now flush with both of their immense penises, the only question remaining which one I would suck first.

  Kevin went first, his hand already on my head, pressing me into his body, and my lips dissolving around the engorged purple head of his erect penis. My tongue slid along the moist, veiny underside of his shaft, and suddenly I felt an immense sympathy for the dinky little pipsqueak he'd been face fucking the night I first encountered him.

  Gobbling Kevin's cock was no easy task.

  I choked as he pulled back out of me, gasping for breath, and inhaling only the gooey globs of saliva that he'd worked up from my throat as he'd slid inside. I'd barely caught my wind when Michael's hand was on me, pulling me toward him, and the scene repeated itself, his erection cramming down my throat, his pelvis pumping into my captive head a few times, and then pulling me back away, with the long threads of goop hanging off of him from my lips.

  They kept on doing this to me several times until I learned to do it myself, suppressing my gag reflex as I tried to bob my head against two of the largest cocks I'd ever gobbled up over 400 years of sexual depravity. I sucked and bobbed and gurgled and spat and hacked and sucked and bobbed some more, thinking I was doing a pretty decent job given the size of their packages, and that I might be able to get through this with little more than a sore throat for a couple of days.

  But of course I knew my punishment would be nowhere near so mild, and my eyes went wide with horror as the two of them slid themselves into my mouth simultaneously. My lips stretched so wide I could have swallowed my fucking arm, which was essentially what this amounted to, and the two of them tore into me, jackhammering my fucking windpipe, choking me so badly I thought I would die, surprised, in fact, that I wasn't dead already, but of course it takes a hell of a lot more than that to kill a vampire...

  About the time I was seeing stars they pushed my face off of them, my body tumbling harshly to the ground as though they'd suddenly become disgusted by me, and I lay hacking and wheezing on the ground for some time, struggling simply to compose myself, but the two of them were merciless.

  “Stand up, bitch!” one of them shouted, and I struggled to my feet, but before I knew it they were literally ripping the dress from my body, shredding it down the middle, and yanking my bra and panties off just as brusquely, so that I stood completely ass naked inbetween the two of them, Kevin's cock pressed up against my abdomen, his lips on mine, and his hands squeezing my immense, sweaty tits, Michael standing behind me, grinding his erection up and down between the cheeks of my ass...

  They liked it rough? I would give them rough, and they'd damn well better believe it...

  Kevin pulled away from me, smiling at me with a sort of bemused expression on his face, but suddenly it faded, as he noticed an identical smirk across my own lips, and he couldn't understand why...

  The mystery was revealed soon enough, however, as I leaned in, and sank my teeth into his fucking neck.

  He yelped, and I just kept boring and boring into him- not enough to do any serious damage; I'd been at this for a hell of a long time, and I pretty well knew when a man's breaking point was before it became too much for him to endure.

  Still, though, blood was beginning to gush from my extreme hickey, pouring in zigzags down the rippling muscles of his naked body, coating him with a dark red sort of body paint that I couldn't help but love. I pulled my fangs out of him at last after some time, smiling a devilish smile at him, to which he responded with a look of utmost shock, but I began to press my lips into his flesh, swirling my tongue around through the blood and lapping it up, the taste warm and salty and wondrous, that lushest red nectar, a treat I indulged so seldom, but which was oh, so, so sweet...

  And I think that melted him out of his shock.

  His breathing slowed down, and a wicked smile took the place of his dazed expression.

  To him, this was just some very, very kinky BDSM play- and I suppose, in effect, that's what it was to me as well.

  I lapped and swirled and licked down his form, sliding down inch by inch by inch of his body, following the pecs, his six pack abdominals, all the way down to that sweet, sweet V-line, marking his Adonis muscles-

  At which point I stopped.

  I lifted myself back up to full height, his warm blood jostling in my cheeks, and pressed my lips into his, letting the warm, salty stuff trickle onto his tongue, streams of red dribbling down his chin...

  And he yanked me to the ground.

  I hit the concrete loudly, leaning on my elbow for support, my tits jiggling wildly as they settled in place, and Kyle rolling around on the floor onto his back. He pulled me onto his body, and I spread my legs out around his sides, straddling him. I leaned forward toward his bloody body, by breasts pooling up beneath me on his chest, so that my lips just barely missed his own, and I blew my hot breath tantalizingly into this open mouth.

  He smiled wickedly.

  I gasped as that behemoth of a cock cleaved apart the tight pink folds of my vagina, stretching out my vulva, spearing into me inch by inch by agonizing inch, making me shudder, hell, almost making me cry, and the realization that there was still another guy in the room that my body was going to have to eventually handle didn't help matters all that much.

  Be careful what you wish for, as they always say...

  He began to thrust from below, gyrating rhythmically, taking a few short pumps at first as I leaned my body slightly up off of him to give him some leverage, but before long he was breaking in at full blast, his cock stuttering into me like a piston, jackhammering mechanically, robotically almost, our sweaty skin slapping together in loud, quick, supersonic bursts, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, his nuts bouncing like basketballs into my agonized body, my head spinning, my body being torn to shreds, stars flashing in front of my eyes-

  And then it stopped. I collapsed on him, panting, knowing that this was only a brief pause before the next immense intrusion into my body, and bracing myself for the looming impact.

  “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

  Sure enough, there it was, a second Goliath boner of nearly identical proportions, plummeting into my vagina with Kevin's own, their veiny shafts smearing along one another inside me, my body burning with the combined insertion, and my nerves flaming by the time Michael touche
d down near the core of my being.

  The two sexy beasts tore into me, pummeling my fucking lights out, Kevin's range of motion understandably limited by our collective weight, but still getting in quite a bit of force, speed, and distance, as Michael's sledgehammer came slamming into me on top of him, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, the soft pink lips of my vampire vajayajay being stretched out so wide I felt like I'd be able to give birth rather painlessly if I managed to survive this ordeal, the agony wrenching through my body like a fiery tornado of destruction, ripping apart my constitution, shattering my thoughts, streams of expletives pouring from my lips without an ounce of control, words I could only discern from the shapes my lips traced in the air, my ears ringing too loudly with the radiating pain of pleasure, “Oh God, oh shit, oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck, oh FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

  And WHAM!

  My two slayers plunged their stakes as deep into my body as they could reach, holding me captive to their flaring erections, and the three of us bursting into ash from the searing flames of orgasm, Michael cumming first, his love oozing in long, hot bursts into the tight pink tunnel of my gash, coating Kevin's thrusting erection below him with his juices, and setting him over the edge as well, ejaculating a relentless torrent of his young, fresh sperm into my half-millennium old body, the combined volume of semen now fighting for space inside my pussy so thick and so abundant that it came spilling back out of me just as quickly as they could inject me with it, oozing out through my pink slip, streaming along onto Kevin's still rocking pelvis-

  And I shook, and convulsed, and trembled from fang to toe with climax, my body responding violently to the introduction of such young blood into my veins, and the entire room growing brighter, brighter, brighter around my head, sinking into oblivion as I vanished into the dark, moonless night of unrelenting pleasure.

  I hadn't felt so fresh and full of life since that Transylvania orgy at Dracula's place in 1899, and I had a pretty damn strong feeling I might just be sticking around here with the Smiths for quite some time into the future...

  THE END

  My Bucket List Series – I Kissed A Girl

  Chapter 1

  The alarms from my phone and bedside alarm clock were blaring in my ears like police sirens, and I had an intense desire to throw both of them up against the wall, though at the moment I was about as sore as you could imagine, and the prospect of movement was almost as horrible as that of getting up. My neck, butt, stomach, and limbs were all aching with the efforts of the past few days, and it was sinking in that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as cut out for this fucking shit as I thought I was when I started going through the list...

  I weaved, in and out and in and out of sleep for some minutes, trying to build up the resolution to get up, but knowing that once I did actually manage to scrape myself up out of bed, it would be only to face the prospect of going to work for the day, AKA hell on Earth, and as you might imagine that did little to provide me with an ounce of additional motivation.

  BLURP, BLURP, BLURP, BLURP, BLURP, shouted my alarm, again and again and again...

  “Ugggghhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuckkkk...”

  I was lying naked beneath my sheets, which were twisted up around my body like some messy cocoon, and which were nearly soaked through with sweat from the short and restless night- I'd gotten home around three after my previous evening's encounters, and spent a good half hour after that cleaning myself up from the rather extreme proceedings. I'd had to drive awkwardly home, naked from the waist down, and was told, despite some very persuasive favors I ended up doing for the law enforcement official who reprimanded me, that I would end up getting a fine sent to me for the sink I'd broken from its spot on the wall at the city park bathroom, flooding the place, and drenching my shed clothes, all but the bra I'd been spared by my previous company in the room, and whose relentless efforts at pummeling me were more responsible for the damage than I was. But, of course, that fine gentleman had been completely anonymous, and though I had his e-mail address, or a fake one, at any rate, I had serious misgivings about whether he would come running to pay a fucking fine just because he was the one to blame.

  God, I was waking up in a surly mood. I didn't think I could face the prospect of crawling into that fucking office of mine and facing those disgusting co-workers of mine, the harsh fluorescent lights, the work that I hadn't been getting done for days now and that was now piling up around me at my desk...

  Fuckity fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck...

  I sighed, and reached over to my bedside stand, fumbling for the alarm clock, and smacking the snooze button as hard as I could, just to get the God-awful screeching silenced while I composed myself, and then I sloppily tapped my fingers around until I successfully turned the alarm off altogether. With that mission accomplished, I then turned my attention to my phone, which was belting out some little “good morning” guitar chord, which wasn't quite as terrible as the shrill chirping of the clock, but honestly I think you could have your alarm playing the sound of angels singing, yet the fact of it awakening you first thing in the morning would be enough to make you despise it more than anything in the known or unknown universe. I swear to God, the man or woman who develops a system of waking people up without it pissing the hell out of them in their grogginess should be granted a Nobel Prize. Like, that should seriously be the next frontier we pursue in science, I'm not shitting you.

  Anywho, I managed to click off the alarm from my phone, and then I navigated my way through my phone to the contacts list, scrolling through the names of friends and family, Aaron, Adam, Amy, Andrea, Barb, Barney, until ah, there it was, Beelzebub, the name under which I registered my place of employment in my contacts list. I gave it a ring-a-ling, and coughed into my fist as I waited for someone to answer. It wouldn't be hard for me to feign an illness in the state I was in, as the back of my throat had been pounded so thoroughly to a pulp last night, by two very distinguished gentleman, in fact, that I pretty much already sounded like I had some God-awful disease.

  The receptionist picked up, and I rasped away, saying who I was, and that I was feeling a little tad-bit under the weather, and that I didn't think I would be able to make it into the office today. Just for shits and giggles and perhaps authenticity I added a little bit of bravado to it by saying that my reason for staying home was largely so as not to get anyone else sick, a martyr if ever there was one, letting the well-being of others interfere with my intense love of working my ass off. I was a fucking saint, wasn't I?

  “Bitch...” I named the receptionist after I hung up, and threw my phone down next to me on the bed, collapsing back on the mattress, thinking I would now sleep for a couple more hours, or else perhaps the whole day if that's what I so decided upon doing.

  But sleep seemed to be eluding me now that I was partially awake, and now that I actually had the means of doing so since I'd officially called off work. My mind was just too active at this point, replaying last night's scenes again and again and again in my mind, the thorough blackness of the night, the crunching of the gravel beneath my wheels, the slow, cautious inspection of the bathroom stalls, and the cluster of moths clinging for dear life to either of the yellow domes of light in each one. Then, the sudden, brusque, harsh arrival of my lover- or fucker, perhaps, would be the better term- the harsh manner in which he'd torn away my clothes, the burning of my loins as he did so, his abrupt pushing of me down to my knees, the relentless face-fucking, part one of the sore throat I now currently must deal with, and then him bending me over the sink, humping me like a fucking rabbit, pumping and humping and blasting me to bits, and then the cop showing up and him bolting, leaving me naked but for my skimpy, out of place bra, drenched in the gushing water of the broken away sink, dazed as the blue lights of the police car began to flash against my skin... I was in handcuffs before I knew it, and not in the kinky way you might hope for either, but some quick, frisky thinking got me out of it, as I seduced my arresting officer, getting down on my knees, and sucking
on his billy club for a bit, if you catch my drift, wink wink, if you know what I mean, hint hint, do I need to fucking spell it out for you? Christ, police corruption in this country was terrible, second only to the corruption of my own personal morals as of late...

  See, I'd hit a period where I felt as though I'd gone stagnant in life, in just about every arena of existence worth mentioning. I absolutely hated my job, I had no activities or interests outside of work, and prior to recent events I don't believe I had had intercourse with any of my orifices for months. It was a dry spell as frightening as you might care to imagine, on all fronts, as I feared that it was spelling something dire for me, a sort of settling for discontentment in my life that I did not much care to let grow any further than it already had, and which I feared, if left unchecked, might spell out the course of the entire remainder of my dull, unfulfilling existence.

  And that's when I had an idea...

  An awful idea!

  A wonderful, awful idea!

  The awful idea in question was to be known as the Fuck-It List...

  You know how old people who haven't done anything with their lives, or else young people who know they aren't going to do anything with their lives if they have any say in the matter and are afraid of forgetting to derive any semblance of fun out of existence, sometimes make out bucket lists of things they want to do before they keel over and die? This was kind of like a filthy, seedy version of that. I'd put together a huge assembly of ideas for things I aspired to have put into my body in various ways before I died, and then cropped the tangled pubic bush of my list down to a neat little landing strip of just ten (with sexually bribing a police officer just sort of being a bonus boner.)