Chapter 12
Dick and Myrna got dressed and hurried downstairs. They paused only to put on their coats, then rushed outside and hurried around the side of mansion. Their feet sank into the soft mushy snow, and the cold penetrated to their thighs.
"God, it's so cold," Myrna muttered.
"Yeah, well I got just the fuckin' thing to warm your fuckin' cunt again," Dick assured her. "But first let's find the fuckin' slob I dumped outta the window."
When they reached the spot beneath Myrna's window, they looked around but could find nothing.
"Willya look at this," Dick commented. "Not a fuckin' sign the slob was ever here. No dents inna snow, no footprints, no nothin'. Where the hell is he? Yd think he'd be freezin' his fuckin' balls off."
But the cold couldn't affect Sy Enders. No weather could affect him. His dizziness had lasted only a few moments, and though the connection he'd felt to Myrna had been broken, and he couldn't think straight, Sy still knew he had a mission to perform. There was a cunt in need of fucking and it needed to be fucked by his cock.
So when he got to his feet, even though he couldn't remember who it was he had to boff, he knew he had to screw someone. But it was undignified to go looking in his naked state. So he closed his eyes, causing his body to vaporize into millions of particles of smoke, then drifted up to the window from which he had so recently fallen. He drifted into the room and solidified into flesh and hair and bone. His nerves tingled and the point of his prick stiffened anew. He could hear someone coming.
Before he could will his clothing to vaporize and drift onto his body, the bathroom door opened, and in walked Essie Enders with Mickey right behind her. They had heard noises coming from Myrna's room and had decided to investigate.
Essie was holding the Bo-Peep gown she had worn in front of her, and at the sight of it, something rang in Sy Enders' mind. He recalled he was about to fulfill the curse by pumping his prod into the cunt of a woman who had worn a BoPeep costume.
Now that they were in a room with light, Mickey and Essie suddenly realized who they had been each making love to.
"My God!" Essie screamed. "That was you."
"Yeah," Mickey nodded. "It was me. So what! I thought you were someone else, but you weren't. You were still a great lay. Are you sorry?"
Thinking for a moment, Essie realized Mickey was right. He might have had a nasty disposition, and he might have been hard to get along with, but he really knew how to use that cock. Not to mention his having a truly educated tongue.
Sy turned his eyes to Mickey and taking hypnotic control of the man, said, "You will watch that door...." referring to the hallway door " ... and if anyone comes in, you will prevent them from stopping me in the performance of my mission."
Totally unprepared, Mickey slipped into the hypnotic trance instantly. Sy's mind had complete control of him, and he blanked out, now moving under Sy's direction. He walked to the door and stood off to the side. He had stopped to pick up his blackjack in the bathroom when he and Essie had entered Myrna's room, and now he stood holding it, ready and waiting to use it on anyone who might interfere.
"Who are you?" Essie asked of Sy Enders. "What do you want?"
"It should be obvious," Sy replied. "I have come to fulfill the curse."
"You're insane," she snapped back. "Everyone knows the curse is a lot of foolishness. It doesn't really exist."
"But it does," he murmured, approaching her.
Terrified, Essie tried backing away, but she too was now tinder the control of the naked man in front of her, and she dropped the gown she'd been using to cover her body, letting him look at her large, lush breasts. As his hand reached out for her, she unwillingly stepped forward and felt its coldness when it touched the nipple of her left tit.
Godl she thought. My God! It's true. The whole thing is true. I've berated Ralph all these years, refusing to believe him, but it's all been true. He was under the control of something stronger than himself. He couldn't help himself. And just as he fucked her, so now this man is going to fuck me.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, and Essie went to the bed and lay down. She felt a trembling anticipation inside her, and though terrified, she could hardly wait. The monster, the ghoul, the risen dead man had come to the mansion and had taken her under his control. Though hardly an honor, she believed he had come here specifically to fuck her. And since there was no way she could resist him, she decided to lay back and enjoy it.
The creaming lips of her already soaking twat were presented to Sy's eyes like the promise of glorious fulfillment. The soft, brown triangle of her cunt hair seemed to beckon him toward her, his cock already extended.
As far as Sy was concerned there was no need to waste any more time. Before, he had attempted to prolong everything before actually fucking, and he had never completed the fuck. This time he would go right to it.
As for Essie, she had become hotter by the second and found herself stroking her box, making it wetter. Why waste time? Why struggle? He wanted to get laid. She was hot all over again. Oh Mickey had been great, but no matter how great he had been Essie knew it just wasn't enough. She needed more cock, and here was the one to give it to her. Her pussy was screaming for it, its mouth wide open as if the lips were mouthing words. It was almost as if the cunt itself screamed when Sy flung himself on top of her, dragging her into his arms, determined to sink his long, devastating cock into the innermost depths of her twat. He felt her flaming twat press against his hot, throbbing dick. He moved it up and down the wet slit, sensing the cunt become even hotter.
Essie's hand searched down between their bodies for the hot, pulsating skewer, gasping as the hot tips of her fingers closed over the pulsating knob. She twisted suddenly, opening her legs as wide as possible, her juicy pussy wide open, waiting, praying for the invasion.
The quivering prick nosed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her sopping twat. She arched for a moment, levering their twining bodies with the strength of her heels. Then she reached down again, and with both hands spread her cunt as wide as she could, giving his cock greater connection with her soft, moist inner flesh as it pushed into the full length of her wet, crushing cunt. Then she relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his hardened cock pulsating hotly between her down-soft, moist thighs.
Sy ran his hands between her shoulders and the bed, running them down the soft curve of her spine and her hips. The raised ridges of her spine knuckled against his hands, pressing her magnificent naked tits and belly against him in a slow, tense beat. Essie moved like a creature made for fucking as her entire body writhed.
Breathing raggedly, his brain and his lungs aflame in an otherwise icy body, Sy Enders slid his hands even lower, cupping the juicy cheeks of Essie's ass in the palms of his hands, pulling her slobbering cunt into even closer contact with the rest of his body. He moved in and out of the wet slit with a pulsating rhythm, sensing the hole grow hotter and wetter as her passion boiled. Her hips began a desperate rotation up against his straining cock, until her legs, without warning, lashed out wide on either side of him, locking against the backs of his thighs, pulling him tighter and tighter to her.
He began to ram his frigid cock into her maw with insane urgency. Her grinding pussy was pulsating forward as her hands reached around and grabbed his ass, forcing him to maintain his pulse-pounding rhythm. The cock ran the length of the soft, warm, slippery cave, feeling the fleecy hair on the outside come into contact with his body. The inner cavity compressed on the white cockhead, squeezing it for all it was worth. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold it back.
Flexing his hips, he used a sudden, driving thrust that rammed his prong deeper into the white-hot gaping slot of her slurping, sucking cunt, shoving it home with flesh-splitting force.
She moaned beneath him, a moan of pure, raw passion. Mickey had been good, but he had been nothing like this.
Sy felt the warm, dribbling snatch slide wetly, burningly, tightly up around his stiff putz, eating it up as it raced once again into the depths of her belly, the smooth, mucous pussy-walls lubricating the way.
Once again the full length of his immense prong rammed itself into her to the hilt, slamming solidly against the hungry mouth of her womb. His heavy balls slammed with force against the upturned white cheeks of her ass, trying to split the crack wide open.
Once again he withdrew the long, thick fuckstick in her cunt until its head touched her opening, then drilled every solid inch of the prick into the squirming, ever-pliant box beneath him. Essie was matching his rhythm with one of her own. She fucked hard against him, matching him stroke for stroke, urging him on harder and faster, longer and deeper. The huge, swollen pecker kept sawing in and out, in and out, as Essie rotated her hips around the stiff ramrod, trying to pull her cunt inside out. Now her twat was dilating in time to Sy's rhythmic fucking, its tiny muscles gobbling hungrily at the inflated head of his pounding prong.
The lips of her softly hair-lined box kept pulling away on the mighty prong, teasing it ever upward and onward as it kept on slamming into her, viciously. He ground himself so deeply into her interior, his albino hair mingled with the wet, matted fur surrounding her box.
Again Essie groaned, and now Sy could feel his immense cock expanding to an even greater size. Essie tried to open her snatch wider in order to hold the mighty tool, but it had expanded to its full size. Now it contracted against the mighty phallus, and Essie suddenly felt herself on a roller coaster, rising, rising rising to the top. And then it hit her like a million fireworks exploding. She heaved and bucked on the bed, shaking like the wildest mare ever ridden. Yet Sy kept pace with her, still pistoning his mighty truncheon into her depths, battering his body brutally against hers.
The warm flow of her cunt juices, floating around his cock as she came, caused her lips to tighten around his dick. The feeling building in his hairy nuts could no longer be contained, and now he gasped as he finally unloaded the sticky load of cream stored in him for so long.
He spurted the sticky spurts of liquid into her voraciously sucking box in a seemingly never-ending cascade, emptying his testicles into the innermost depths of her hungry cunt. She flounced all over the bed, but he was with her, holding his long cock inside her until he'd unloaded every drop.
But even as he came, Sy Enders knew the curse had not been fulfilled. This was the wrong woman. Something within him told him he had to look again, keep on seeking, and even as he withdrew his great tool, he knew it would harden again at a moment's notice. It would swell and enlarge over and over until he'd finally planted it into the right woman. Yes, he had to find her.
The bond between himself and Myrna was slowly beginning to form again. He still wasn't certain where she was, but he had to seek her out and fuck her. If not, the curse would come to its conclusion, and he, being the one to end it, would burn in hell alone, by himself.