I am on the sofa reading a comic book. I am at my old house, the house where I grew up in, where I lived most of life with my parents. Right now I am alone though, my parents left town for a week and I am on my own, with the neighbor and friends of the family checking up on me every now and again. I am 18 years old, the prime of my time and I feel a fire in my loins. A fire that doesn’t leave me, but keeps me constant company, sometimes it resigns to the background, and serves only as a cold reminder of certain facts, like when was the last time that I masturbated, or had actual intercourse, at other times it is there to tell me I want a certain girl badly. At other times still it is merely there to toy with me, to play a sick game that I do not understand, to try and push me, play with me and see how far I would play with it. I usually prefer it to be in the background and in most cases that is where it stays but today something is slightly different. Something is off, and it is at the forefront and no matter how much I try to concentrate on my comic book, it does not quit by moving to the back as it usually does, but instead stays at the front. If anything today it burns even stronger and it feels as though at times it will consume me whole, leaving me nothing but a burnt out shell, my mind in taters and unable to form any thoughts other than those that serve my loins, my body a crisp of the shell it was, in servitude of one thing only, the fire in my loins.
Frustratingly I close the comic book and search for something else to do, anything to take my mind of the incessant burning. The desire that does not leave me, that seeks only to control me like an animal. I switch from the comic book to the TV, but that instead of helping me take my mind off of my desires serves as a stimulus instead, as it the TV is full of female bodies that are oozing with desire, wearing nothing but minimalistic cloths that are carefully placed to block only very specific parts of the female body. Girls wearing nothing but bikinis and sometimes not even that decorate the screen, and my loins respond in unison. I quickly turn off the TV before I lose control again, I have the fleeting feeling that it is a control that will not last long and will be thoroughly tested. Something tells me that losing said control will mean that lose of something more. I don’t know how I know this, or what has led me to believe this, but the fact that the fire is burning and no matter how much I fight it, I can’t put it out, is enough to tell me that something is wrong.
From the TV, there is precious little I can look at, there are some books, but if a comic book didn’t work, a novel is not going to work either. My only other choice is the computer but I know that there the temptation will be too big. The computer and specifically the internet is infested with porn and sexual images, films, cartoons and anything else your mind can think off. It is exactly that reason that leads me to stay away from it and search for an alternative.
I decide to leave the house and sit outside in the garden, it is a nice warm day and the sun is shining. Grass grows along the middle section of the garden and it is boarded by two houses, one on the left and one on the right, both have gardens adjacent to mine. The house on the left has a similar garden to us, but it has several large trees as well as a grass pathway, while the house on the right has only a grass field with no plants or trees at all. It has a terrace with a large table and several chairs, it has a large parasol above the table, so that it is always provides shade from the sun. There is a tiny wall that separates our garden and the garden of our left neighbor, a wall that I can easily look above. The other side is separated by several large trees that we planted along side it. Every year we and the neighbor enjoy the fruit that fall from the trees which includes lemons, oranges, grapefruit and bananas, although the bananas are not growing very well this year.
I walk through the garden enjoying the sun on my face. It distracts me at least for a moment from the animal instinct that pursues me, and I relish the suns embrace, as her rays caress my face and arms like a lover. I shake my head as the warmth I feel from the sun becomes literally a physical sensation that resembles an urgent need that I need to fulfill. When my parents originally left me on my own, I thought about all the parties I would have, just like the movies I had seen where girls would walk around half naked, the guys all running around after them and most importantly many nights of sexual intercourse. The reality however was very different, instead of the glamorous orgies and sex parties I had envisioned, I spent the days alone, my friends otherwise occupied (mostly working) and the few girls I knew and whose numbers I actually had quickly turned me down because they were either on holidays or did not want to spend time engaged in a party at my place. The other idea I had, or rather the image I had of myself as this macho who could get any girl he wanted quickly shattered, and changed to something much lower on the scale, when the girls I tried to pick up, on the street, at parties or at any other random place, did not want to come with me, or even be seen with me, suffice it say that they all turned me down with whatever excuse held their fancy and so I was left alone with nothing to occupy my mind but thoughts of carnage and bodily activities.
A soft rustle from my left catches my ear. Left of me, as I explained previously is the house with a similar garden to mine with a small grass field and a terrace. More importantly it has only a very small wall that separates it from my garden; this allows me to very easily look over it and onto the neighbor’s garden. I know that they have a kid slightly younger than me whom I played with quite a few times and whose ball ended up in our garden quite a few times. At the beginning he used to ask us to through the ball back, but now he just jumps over the wall to get it. Saves us the hassle of going into the garden and saving him the hassle of going to our front door and ask for the ball. I take a quick peek to the neighbor’s garden expecting it to be their kid playing with the ball, maybe I can even join in a game or two, what I do not expect is the site that greets me. A woman is lying leisurely on a towel, she is wearing shades and she is clearly enjoying her time in the sun. But all of that I don’t notice at first, the only thing I notice when I first glance at her is her ample and quite bare bosom. Her skin shines in the sun in a brown color and the fire in my loins goes from zero to 8 in seconds. I can’t hold myself in check or even think of any other thoughts, all I can do is stare dumbfounded at the women until the moment that she will undoubtedly see me and say or do something. Until that moment arrives however I am rooted to the spot with the fire in my loins growing ever stronger, that absent mindedly my hand reaches down and grabs hold of my penis, stroking it slightly so that the heat shall descend somewhat.
After the initial staring is done, I am finally able to detach my eyes from her breasts so that I can look at the rest of the woman. She is wearing a black bikini or underpants, I am not entirely sure as it is hard to tell. Other than that I can see a beauty mark on her thigh, but not much else. A movement she makes catches me off guard, as she is adjusting her position and it is sending her body into a little jiggle that is ridiculously erotic to me without actually meaning to be. I am afraid she will notice me staring and so I take a step back from the wall. When I judge that enough time has passed I walk as smoothly and quietly as I can, edging my steps to the wall, my steps hardly make a sound on the grass anyway, but I feel it is better to be cautious. I reach the wall and stare at the woman, she is now turned the curves of her back face me and her face is facing the other direction, her head leaning on her two arms that support it. I stare at the curves and the shape of her backside, overall I find her extremely sexy and stimulating and I don’t if it is because I actually think she is beautiful or it is the fire in my loins that leads me on. A rushing noise from below me throws me off and to my surprise I find that my pants have dropped to the floor. It is with some thought that I try to figure out when I opened the zipper and button, as I don’t recall actually doing it. I bend to pick them up when the sound of the door bell rushes the fantasy I was just in, or the surrealistic experience I just had, to vanish into thin air. I go to the door without giving the neighbor another look.
I stare at my wristwatch to look at the time and figure out who the person ringing the doorbell could be. It is early in the afternoon and most of my friends are at work or not in the area, I realize I have no idea who the person ringing the door bell is. I open the door to find a girl (or is a woman) standing in front of me. I don’t open the door completely because my loins are still burning with desire and I am ashamed it might be showing, so I hide my body behind the door and only show my face to the girl. In front of me stands a person of the opposite sex with an unknown age and very peculiar features. It is not that she is ageless or that I can’t see any of her features, it is that they are almost hidden behind a mist, or a certain veil that I can’t penetrate with my eyes. When I focus on one feature only, her hair for instance I can make out that it is black, if I then look at another feature such as her legs and go back to her hair, it no longer seems black to me but rather red or maybe brown and on closer inspection maybe it is actually blond. I find that the more I stare at her the more difficult it appears to find a specific feature that I can focus on. It is the same with her body, I can’t see it change or morph into something different but it is as though every time my gaze shifts so does every single one of her characteristics. Without realizing it I spend several minutes too long staring at her, something which most likely makes the girl slightly uncomfortable as she clears her throat uncomfortably.
‘Yes… Sorry, can I help you with something?’ I ask trying not to look at her so intently.
‘Yes, I am from the association Give the children a home and I am going from home to home asking for donations. Would you perhaps consider donating to the cause?’ she asks her voice trailing. There is something strange about the tenor of her voice, the timber is off or there maybe it is that I cannot hear it properly. I know she said something and I even think I saw her lips move in unison to form the words, but her voice is a mystery. It is almost as if it appeared mostly in my mind rather than a physical voice. Again I try to focus on the girl and am surprised to see that her features are becoming clearer, her body shapes up to be incredible erotic and sex appeal. I feel a pressure build up again in my loins and am becoming irritated.
‘Sure, I would love to make a donation’ I say ‘please come in.’
I open the door and hide my body behind it, she step into the small narrow corridor. ‘Please continue straight into the living room, to the room on the left.’
She walks forward while I stare at her back. Her formlessness seems to correct itself and more details that were first out of focus or simply interchangeable become apparent. The cloths she wears for example are starting to take shape and I can now see what they are, and even when I shift my gaze and then look back at them they are still the same.
Our living room is split into two rooms where on the right there is a large sofa with a TV in front of it and a small table. Two paintings, one of a large ship sailing the seas and the other of a countryside landscape are decorating the walls. The other room has the kitchen in the back of it close to the window and in the middle a large dining table with several chairs. There are also several cupboards and drawers attached to the walls all around the kitchen.
She walks to the left room and sits down on a chair facing the kitchen.
‘Can I get you something to drink?’ I ask my back facing her as I open the fridge.
‘A glass of orange juice would be nice.’ She answers. Her voice is no longer the one I heard at the beginning; it has now a clear and pleasant ring to it. The voice soothes my ears and sings to me like the birds that chirp to each other. I can’t stop myself from smiling, as her voice fills me with a feeling of bliss. For a second I almost turn to her with my manhood exposed and throbbing, but at the last moment I recall the state that I am in and I quickly focus on pouring two glasses of orange juice (all with my back facing her). From the cupboard above me I take a bag of biscuits which I put into a bowl and place on a tray together with the glasses of orange juice. The tray I place strategically close to my junk so that it offers a very good camouflage while I walk towards the table. I place the tray in front of her and sit down in front of her.
‘Would you like me to tell you more about the association before you decide how much you would like to donate?’ she asks. Her voice is now like honey to me, it sends shivers down my spine and I tremble slightly as though a slight current just passed through me, when I hear it. I feel as though my body temperature rises and maybe even breaks into a sweat. I try to keep calm but just in case my voice cracks I just nod to her to acknowledge that I would like some more information, even though the only thing I would like to do is remove her clothing and ravage her.
‘Our association has had a long tradition and many years of success in finding homeless children new foster homes as well as temporary help.’ She starts speaking and every word she utters fills my heart and loins with desire. It is almost as if she is playing with me, as her voice grows more and more sexual, it is more than that though, it is almost as though she focuses on certain words to try and control my mind, or maybe it is just my imagination. It is getting harder and harder to think clearly. ‘We provide a much needed service that offers a unique opportunity for the children to receive pleasurable emotions for the very first time in their lives. Next to the help we offer the children we also work very hard to find the best balance for them. We understand that it is very difficult for each child to find their way in this world and we try and provide them with the means to release them from our care with the utmost promise so that they are able to succeed and achieve great things.’
My mind is slowly becoming numb as the words the girl, who has now turned into an incredibly gorgeous woman, utters become a slurred blur imprinted into my brain with only a remote cohesion between them. The only words I hear are words that insinuate sexual interactions or sexual innuendo, I know this can’t be true and I try to fight it buy my penis has long since decided to give up and it is now pulsing and throbbing painfully, the only means I have to regain some control is my mind and I am fighting a battle I am not entirely sure I can win.
‘That sounds incredible’ I finally manage to say when another silence has fallen. ‘I am assuming you receive government funding for such a noble cause, so why go door to door?’ I ask. The only way I can hope to keep slightly ahead is by not succumbing and trying as hard as I can to use my head. If that means asking questions so be it.
‘Well, that has mostly to do with funding, the government used to give it to us but they stopped part of the flow, basically we got Fucked we now have only partial funding from the government with the rest coming from private funds through donations. The biggest reason why we are now going from door to door is because after conducting several polls we found that the best way to get to our pervious targets is by getting to as many people as we can, not through commercials, but rather through personal contact. We believe intimacy yields much better results in the long run when compared to general impersonal commercials.’
‘I see.’ I answered, I wanted to question her more but for the life of me I could think of nothing, I had no thoughts, nothing to counter her answer and now I was stuck. Then a thought truck me ‘So how much is a typical donation?’
‘Well it could be anything from 10 dollars to 500 dollars; if you donate a large amount you will get a surprise in the form of a present.’ Her voice now is nothing like what it was when I first saw her; it has changed drastically from what it was. The incoherent pitch and strange timber is now a relic of the past and now a new voice has risen, a voice that could rule countries with its beauty. A single word breathed out from its lips would sent dictators and men and women alike into a state of disarray and war, just so that they could spend more time hearing it, be captivated by it or own it. The voice was so incredible that no one could ever hope to use it, because owning it was much more important than using it.
I try to stop myself from thinking about owning that voice and try instead to focus on her eyes. They are in a color and shape I have never seen before. The color is the color of a thousand suns burning into infinity, looking into those eyes is like staring into an incredible force that swipes you off your feet and leaves you hoping that the owner of the eyes will save you. There is a force in the eyes and with the force a nakedness that that is pure and reaches right to your soul. The shape of her eyes is slightly different they are between a slightly oval and round shape, and not exactly the same. It is like the sides of the eyes are the rafts holding an incredible river at bay. I look away from the eyes as I feel my restrains and bodily constrictions falling, as I try to fight my own urges and barriers from failing me I decide not to look at the woman anymore because everything about her recalls the beast in me. It is the only thing I can do.
‘I don’t know how much I have with me, I will have to check.’ I get up and forget completely about the fire in my loins that have long since taken over and pulse almost uncontrollably, I walk over to the counter reach for my wallet and walk back. I sit down in front of her again and it is only then that I realize that I had forgotten to hide my hard penis. I act as though I did not notice anything and everything is just as it should be, all the while my embarrassment is showing while I take out the money from my wallet. There is 50 dollars in it which I take and hand over to the woman. When I do so my fingers gently touch hers. They are soft to the touch and it sends a chill through me, a chill that grabs tight hold of my loins and squeezes. I nearly let out a groan but manage to hold it in. I let go of the money and lean back into my chair, all the while avoiding looking at the woman.
Suddenly I feel something touching my leg, it is a soft caress that starts at my ankle and goes slowly up towards my thigh. From my outer thigh it goes down towards my ankle again and goes up through the inside towards my inner thigh. Where it rubs me slowly, I look at the woman sitting in front of me and think I see a smile decorating a pair of perfect lips. It is then I realize that the picture I see before me is that of the perfect person. It is everything I find stimulating in a woman, but it is a picture. An image it lacks life, or at least that is what it seems like, it is hard to tell. The foot reaches up and touches my balls softly. I can’t move I’m completely in the woman’s control and in her grasp. She deliberately moves her foot away from me and steps away from the table…
I’m naked in my bed and above me, heaving mightily, is a woman. I don’t know her name and I don’t know who she is, but she is riding me like a bull and I am in heaven. Her breasts are perfect and they jump and roll as though they are works of art. Her body twists and turns as though it is the sea battling with a ship that attempts to cross it. My hands try to hold on to her but they seem to slip away, unable to grab hold to anything. Not her breasts, nor her thighs, nothing allows me anything to grab or in this case latch onto. All I can do is lie there as the body of this mystery woman is on top of me, pressing on to my loins and pushing me in and out of her. But strangely enough instead of feeling some release and some comfort, the fire is burning more intensely the before and I feel a strange pressure building inside me, pressing me. I try to look at the woman to signal to her my distress and am surprised to find that I am not looking at the same woman I had seen previously. The picture is gone; the features I had recognized interchanged and mixed somehow with other features, leaving the whole thing somewhat unbelievable. Before I can act out anything I feel the pressure building and a sharp pain coming from my testacies as I am about to…
I am on the floor. I am fucking someone; I can feel her body under me. Shaking and jiggling as I push myself into and out of her. My hands are not on her body but rather next to her, just below her shoulders. We are stuck almost in an embrace that is rocks us backwards and forwards, it starts out quite calmly, almost casually the rhythm consistent, our bodies a single board. It is then that the rhythm picks up and I feel the gentle consistent rhythm fading into a rough more powerful one. I push and get pulled stronger and stronger into the woman as though her vagina is sucking me into it. I feel the pressure rising in me again and I feel a little needle like pain in my dick. I look down at the woman and see that she has large blond curls and green eyes. Her breasts are large and then suddenly something is different. The size of her breasts that pushed me up is now different and not just that, her hair color, style is changed as well. Instead of the blond curls she had she is now wearing her hair short and to the side with the color no longer blond but rather brown, her breaths now small. But the changes are not done and she is now switching between different skin colors: yellow, black, white, brown. But it isn’t just her skin color that is switching now, her hair color, her length, width, breath size, waist size everything is changing pushing my body back and forth without control. I try to regain some measure of control but the thrusting just intensifies and becomes nearly violent as I am pushed more and more strongly, the pain in my penis is now intense and I feel like I am about to…
I am naked the fire in my loins guides me and points me at a woman’s back. She is clothed. I don’t know where I am or how I got here but little does it matter, all that matters is the pressure in my loins. I jump on the woman that stands with her back turned to me and rip her cloth off. The cloths are ripped in a matter of seconds and if I had a small measure of my mind back I would have thought this to be too easy for normal cloths. Especially if they are newly worn cotton which is what these cloths seem like. The woman is flat on the floor and stark naked, I push my body onto her and push my member strongly into her. The woman lets out a shriek that is unlike anything I have ever heard, a shriek of power, a shriek of hunger a shriek that sends fear into any person who would hear it, but it I cannot stop and I continue to ravage the woman as violently and strongly as I am physically capable of. All this happens as though I am stuck in a loop, my body acting out of its own accord to the whims of someone else. Strangely the fire in my loins does not leave me, as I enter into the woman, if anything it grows stronger still and a constant pain now accompanies the fire. The thrust grow more and more violently as the cycle continues and still I am not able to slow down, I have no thoughts for the woman as she has gone deathly quiet, after the horrible shriek she uttered at the beginning. The power with which the my member is now pushed into her has long gone beyond mere normal and I can feel my hand grabbing hold of her neck and start to squeeze, I stare in horror not able to move anything and a fear grows into my heart as my hands grip the neck strongly and start to squeeze tighter and tighter. A short wheezing can be heard now from the woman but it is as though my body is nowhere near done yet because I feel the urge rising and with it the pain and I am about to…
I am behind a desk, my pants are down but I am still wearing my jacket and shirt. Some unknown woman is performing falasio on me. I can feel her sucking and licking my penis while she is going up and down it. The office I am in is not very big; there is a large door in front of me and a file cabinet to my right. To my left there is a large window, from my desk I can’t actually see what the view from it is.
A knock on the door informs me someone is about to come in. My first response is that of uncomfortable fear while my second is fuck it. A woman enters my office she looks like a secretary. ‘Mr. Johnson is here to see you.’ She says ‘should I send him or should I delay him?’ she asks.
I am trying to figure out if she understands what is going on and am wondering why my head is so far gone that I don’t even realize that the woman who is performing oral sex on me was most likely seen by the secretary. ‘Delay him.’ I reply.
The secretary nods and leaves the office, closing the door behind her.
The sucking is becoming more intense and again as though I am in a movie watching my own action, my hand is moving on its own and holds the woman’s head, which I haven’t even seen firmly in place. With my body I press my dick deeper and deeper into the woman’s throat causing her to gag, but instead of letting her head go I go on utilizing more force, it is then that I feel the pain is now even more intense. So intense in fact that I fear my balls might explode. Little needles stab me everywhere across my balls and cock. This doesn’t stop me from my actions however as I push the woman further and further and I feel that I am about to commit a crime one that is murder, but it is beyond me. I press on and I feel like I am about to…
I am fucking someone again. This time it is doggy style, and for some reason it doesn’t even look like a woman this time. It looks more like a male if anything. The fire in my loins has long since surpassed anything I can put into words and the accompanying pain is the stuff of legend. I am at a point where I would do anything just to make the pain and fire stop or at least fade, even slightly. I am pushing my dig deep into the other person, this time it is into his or hers ass and the thrusting seems to be already at its limit. Just when I think I can do no more I feel someone strange happening as the person I am fucking is suddenly widening to an incredible size and then like a clone splitting into another person that is in the exact position. Bending on all fours his or hers ass facing me, but the ordeal is not over yet. The clone starts to change and slowly the black hair and the white brown back is changing into dark black hair and dark black body, wide hips and large thighs. The woman has a large black tail and a pair of horns on her head. I can’t see her face as she changes position and lies down with her head between my legs, where she immediately to lick my balls. My brain is slowly going crazy as the pain again intensifies and I am about to…
I am holding a woman very close to me, my hands surrounding her back, my head between her small perky breasts. Her skin is dark black, so black that I cannot even see anything in it. It is as though the skin sucks all the light away from the area. Just above her ass there is a large black tail that looks as though it is as sharp as a whip. Above her head there are two thorns that look like they are very sharp indeed. The picture of her that I saw is now different, what I saw first is most likely wrong too, what is left is nothing but a shell. I feel pain everywhere not just in dick now but everywhere as though it has spread. The fire is now residing, but with the residing fire I have the feeling that my soul is diminishing or that my essence is being sucked away.
‘What have you done to me.’ I mutter, using the last bits of strength I have to speak to the demon that is in front of me.
‘What I have done to you?’ She answers cordially ‘I have done exactly as you wanted and then some! You wanted to fuck. You fucked! You wanted to rape someone and you did! You wanted to have two chicks hey you almost did. You wanted to fuck yourself silly well newsflash hero you did. Now comes the small matter of my payment.’ She added.
‘What payment? And what are you talking about? I just had flashes of stuff I didn’t actually fuck anyone.’
‘Why does every guy always try to pull that one?’ she muttered almost more to herself that to me. The most disturbing thing was that while we were talking she was still fucking me. Going up and down and my hands which were still not under my control, held her tightly. ‘How do define fucking.’ She asked.
‘When a guy fucks something.’ I answered lamely.
‘This time try NOT to use the word you are defining in the definition of that word.’
‘Ok. When a person inserts his or hers private part into someone else.’
‘Now that is a much better definition. Now according to your definition, we are now fucking. There is no need anywhere to come. Anyway coming is overrated and very selfish but to put things in perspective, I need all of it. Or better put I need the life essence of you, which is the easiest to extract through sex. By the looks of you and the amount of effort it takes you to talk right now you are very near your limit. It was fun knowing you.’
I try to fight it, the endless cycle of fucking but the fire in my loins is gone I am a shell and the remaining force I have is quickly sapping away from me. I should have fought before, as soon as I saw the strange woman, I should have fought then but I wanted it then and not it’s too late, my body is acting of its own accord and I can do nothing to stop it. I try one last desperate pull to free myself from the woman that is on me, but she has her legs firmly surrounding mine and my penis has nowhere to go but in and out, in and out…