Chapter 14
It dragged itself up through the thick, rich dirt, and the sight of it was so disgusting even the stars seemed to bide. Sy, who had smelled decay on himself before being cleansed by the north wind, was nauseated, and had he any food or even liver bile to regurgitate, he would have done so.
Her flesh, rotted, hulking flesh, hung from her skeleton in strips. Her clothing had long ago disintegrated, and all that was left was flesh and bone. The blood vessels had decayed away long ago, there being no need for them any longer. And her heart was plainly visible through her ribcage, its auricles and ventricles partially eaten away by the maggots crawling all over her body. Parts of her entrails hung down through the bone structure. Yet, one part of her body had remained perfectly preserved.
Sy looked at her again and felt sick. Even he, a dead thing brought back to life for one night, wasn't as disgusting and stomach-turning as the thing now confronting him. The sagging bits of flesh that were once her tits now looked like split open dirigibles, festering with rot. Only her cunt remained intact. The hair had long ago fallen out, but the pelvis was there, and the cunt, with its slimy, filthy secretions falling down her skeletal legs, was there.
"I warned you," he heard her piping, high-pitched voice tell him. "I warned you, and now you will have to answer to me. Tonight, now, you will he with me here, on top of my gravesite. Here you will do to me what you should have gone on doing while I was alive. You will do it until the sun rises, and then we will both dissolve away into Hell, our souls locked eternally together. You have no choice, Sy Enders. It has been ordained that we spend eternity together."
"No," he screamed, completely revulsed by the rotting thing confronting him. "No, I. have another course to answer to, older than yours, and nothing will keep me from heeding it."
With a supreme effort of will, Sy Enders pulled away from the reaching corpse of Ann Massey and fled in a southerly direction. His inner feelings still reached out to Myrna Enders, and even as he hastened away from the carrion pursuing him, he moved toward Myrna.
The dragging, slimy corpse following him moved at a much slower pace than he. He leaped the cemetery fence and kept on running through the freezing night. Where he had felt nothing before, a chill invaded him, knowing the filthy monster behind him was still in pursuit.
But if he could reach his female descendant, and if he could plug into her and shoot his wad before the sun came up, even if the rotting Ann Massey caught him, he would have fulfilled the curse. Not even she could stop him from spending eternity with his beloved Rochelle.
On through the night he hastened, the pulsing glow within him getting stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer to his quarry.
Said quarry, Myrna Enders, along with her sister Laura, was now in Alan Kal's apartment in Long Beach, shivering as she realized how narrow her escape from Sy had been.
"He wants Myrna most of all," Alan Kal was saying to both girls as they now sat in his living room before the electric fireplace he had to use. "But if he can't get to Myrna, as a last resort hell take you," he told Laura.
"Have we gotten away from him?" Myrna asked.
"I hope so," Kal nodded, taking out his thirty eight. "If not, I'll use this to shatter his brains into a million pieces. I don't care how undead he is. He can't function without a brain."
"What do we do while waiting for dawn?" Laura asked.
"I don't know about you girls," Kal said, "but while it's safe, I'm going to take a shower. You can sit in here if you want and relax. I'll keep the gun near me, so if anything happens, either one of you can scream and HI come running."
Going to his bedroom, Kal undressed, putting the pistol in his bathrobe pocket. Then he donned the bathrobe and went to the bathroom where he took a quick but thorough shower. Afterward, he told the girls he was going to he down and rest. It was going to be a difficult three hours no matter what happened.
Laura, already having had three separate orgasms because of Alan Kal, also felt tired, and she went to the living room couch where she lay down and quickly fell asleep. Only Myrna remained awake.
Well hell, she wasn't the least bit tired. On the contrary, she was ready for more screwing. Dick Mario had promised to her, getting her all heated up. And even though the family ancestor had returned from the dead in an attempt to get her, Myrna hadn't been able to turn off her heat.
Going to the bedroom door, she peered in at the resting Alan Kal. He was lying on top of the bed, his robe wide open, his cock completely exposed. It wasn't as big as Sy's cock. It wasn't even as big as Dick Mario's. But it was a cock. And in an emergency like this, almost any cock would do.
Myrna figured Kal was having some land of erotic dream, because as she stared at the limp thing, it seemed to move, first to the left and then to the right. Little by little the sacs inside it began filling with blood, turning it from a soft sausage to a solid frankfurter, standing out as it did from his hairy patch.
Slowly and quietly Myrna entered the bedroom. Silently she removed her own clothes, leaving them on the floor. She had to get that cock. And she knew Kal wouldn't make any noise. He wouldn't want Laura to catch them this way. So she shut the bedroom door and locked it, then tip toed her way across the room to the circular bed.
Alan Kal, almost completely asleep, was, as Myrna had surmised, having an erotic dream, and his dream was all about Laura. When Myrna's hand gripped his staff, he came wide awake in an instant.
Damn! he thought silently as she put a finger to her lips for silence. She's got the hots for me. She must be a nympho or something, wanting me after getting her ass fucked off by her cousin's partner. Christ! She must be one helluva woman.
"Laura," he whispered, and Myrna replied, "Fast asleep on the living room couch. She sleeps like a rock. Nothing will waken her for a long time. So I figured, as long as we're here, and you have a stiff prick and I have an aching hole, maybe we can do something about it."
Hell, who'd believe a thing like this? Kal thought to himself. First Laura, and now her hot-assed sister. Some days you can't get any nookie, and other days you get too much of it. Well, why the hell hot. As long as he kept his prick in the family, why not!
Finding his good luck hard to believe, but ready and willing to take full advantage of it, Kal reached for his cock with an almost elaborate casualness and pressed the hand she held around it even harder.
'Why not!" he whispered. "I know how it is. I'd love to fuck you."
Myrna released his prick and jumped onto the bed beside him. She lay next to him, letting him turn toward her so he could pop one of her large nipples into his mouth and begin sucking away. It was a much larger tit than Laura's, fuller, though not as solid. Hell, he wanted to french-fuck her a little. So turning her onto her back, he flung one leg across her chest and stuck his probing wand between her two big tits. Then he squeezed them together and began sawing his cock back and forth. He turned her nipples inward so they could feel the friction of his moving rod. And Myrna, already ecstatic at the feel of his pole between her knobs, bent her head forward and let her tongue touch the tip of his cock each time he thrust it forward.
Kal felt his balls ache maddeningly. His mind was afire with the incredible abandonment of this woman, and he slid down now, letting his prick rub against her bush as he sucked on each rock-hard nipple in turn. His hand reached down into her slit and traced a fevered pattern from her clit to the sopping wet hole and back again.
Myrna tried using two hands to hold onto Kal's tiny peter, but found she could only grip it with one. And even that one had a hard time holding on the way he was emitting thick, heavy lubrication. Now she began jerking on it, whispering into his ear as her tongue laved it, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Trembling, he covered her face and tits with heavy kisses, and then he felt a sudden desire to go down on her. He had wanted to lap Laura's pussy earlier, but Laura was too new to fucking, and was still awed at plain fucking.
His lips trailed down along her soft tits, over her taut belly, into the soft, moist fleece of her curly brown hair. He breathed hot fire into the thick, curliness of her hair, smelling the-rich, heady odor of her cunt. It drove him onto further heights of lust. His head dipped lower, lower, and in total abandonment Myrna whispered loudly, "Yes, yes, yes. Kiss it, suck it, lap it."
Kal's head slipped through her widely spread thighs as the passion-crazed fraternal twin pulled them as far apart as possible. She drew her knees up, presenting as much of her steaming cunt to his fevered mouth as she could. Kal's tongue mashed onto her cuntlips with a small, whispered moan torn from his throat, and his tongue lashed out like a hot, flexible poker, slipping as deeply into her box as it could, sending her to the ultimate heights.
Myrna cried out in silent, mindless passion, her body writhing convulsively, her legs drawn back to press hard against her tits. Now her hips lifted off the bed so she could give him all of her passion-drenched twat. His slavering tongue and lips lapped and sucked as her hands grasped his long hair and pulled his face even deeper into her lust-soaked crotch.
Oh God, Myrna thought, Oh God, but this is too good. Not even Dick Mario had been able to turn her on like this.
Kal continued his wanton cunt-lapping and tongue-fucking, letting his hands reach up over her belly and caress her full tits, squeezing their solid nipples between his fingers. He reveled in what he was doing, his fingers squeezing Myrna's soft, round boobs with near brutality while his mouth and tongue continued the slick assault on her wide-spread pussylips. He made obscene sucking sounds that filled Myrna's mind with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her hands tighter in his hair as Kal's probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button at the top of her slit. She whined sharply, almost agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp teeth and began pressing his tongue against it, using the flat of said tongue to create an unbearable friction.
Myrna's head began lolling from side to side in total abandonment, and yet Kal speeded up the movement of his tongue, running it downward along the smooth, heavily lubricated slit into the opening of her demanding pussy. He began to tongue-fuck her faster and faster, sliding his tongue into her dilated, grasping box, barely able to hear the unintelligible whispers Myrna was making because of the way her solid thighs closed around his ears. He swirled and flicked his tongue around the satiny insides of the throbbing cuntlips.
He rammed his shoulders into her, and soon her feet were draped over them, the whole of her flowing pussy in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he pulled his arms back and cupped her asscheeks in his hands as he speared his tongue deeply into the luscious depths of her creaming cunt.
Her whispered sighs of animal pleasure reached his ears as he continued mouthing her juicy fuck box. And then, as her ass spasmed upward, he drew his plunging poker of a tongue out of her box and lashed it against the brown, puckered ring of her asshole.
Myrna sucked in her breath in one great swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now of any curse. All that mattered was the physical passion controlling her mortal being. Flinging her body upward at Kal's face as hard as she could, she brought the opening of her ass into greater contact with his tongue. He burrowed the tip almost expertly into the tight, rubbery hole. The sphincter unwillingly parted to accept his probing tongue. Myrna's body quivered uncontrollably now, bucking beneath the overpowering sexual assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.
Kal licked and sucked and drove his tongue deep into her tight, little hole, getting turned on by the lewd abandoned gyrations of her lust-contorted body, knowing she was about to come because of his tongue. He began to drive his tongue deeper and deeper into her hole, and then withdrew it to lay it against her spit-drenched cunt, chewing the downy-soft fringe of her pussy hairs.
He paused for a moment, staring up the sweat-slick valley between her tits and at the twisted grimace on her lovely face. She was really eating up his eating her up. She was wallowing in it. He lowered his head and resumed his gobbling.
The voluptuous, passion-crazed twin writhed and squirmed beneath the fabulous tongue-fucking of her sister's lover until she was certain she would go insane from the sheer, ecstatic rapture in her burning hole right up to her stomach.
GodI She had to have a climax, and soon, or she'd burn up. Her head battered the mattress again and again as she ground her fulcrum into Kal's lusting face and mouth, and she felt the enlarging tide of her orgasm rising, rising, rising, rising, and then expanding into a huge, overpowering wave, engulfing her entire being almost without warning.
She came like a wild animal, jamming a pillow into her mouth to hold back the beastlike scream. Her thighs tightened around Kal's head, drawing him into the burning, creaming cunt. Her liquid from her pussy began to secrete almost in the way a man might shoot; in spurts, drowning Kal's mouth, flowing along the slit of her ass and onto the bed where it formed a small, sodden pool. And Kal sucked and licked, his face burrowing ever deeper until, at last, her orgasm reached its end and she sank back with a long, satiated sigh, taking the pillow from her face. Then, and only then, did she open her thighs and release Kal's reddened face.
Kal lifted himself onto his knees and used his blanket to wipe his sodden face. Then he said, "How'd you like it?"
"Great," she nodded in reply. "Where did you learn to eat like that?"
"Practice," he answered. "Lots of practice."
"Any time you want more practice, let me know."
"Now it's my turn," he said, showing her his rock-hard prick, "I want to fuck you completely. It's all set to shoot. Get up on your knees and let me fuck you from behind."
"You've got it," she told him, and assumed the angle, presenting him with the sight of her asscheeks, waiting with bated breath for him to start fucking away. She wanted to feel that cock of his as far into her as it would go.
He pressed the full rounded moons of her ass wide apart staring down at the hair-lined pussy filled with her creaming lubrication. She spread her legs wide apart, waiting, gasping as her sister's new-found lover put the rigid head of his five inch dick between her exciting quivering nookie-lips, pressing it into her, getting the swollen tip in, and then levering forward. His schlong rammed all the way into her clasping, dilated channel, his thighs slamming mercilessly off her asscheeks, only partially filling her deep, warm, wet, soft-walled box.
Kal stared down at his glistening pecker where it lay slick with lubrication in the quivering quim of Laura's passion-crazed sister. He smiled to see the way her pussylips puckered out and sucked on his swollen knob, feeling her tremble under the fucking of her hot, sopping twat as she had also trembled under his oral ministrations only moments before.
Kal plunged forward again, bringing a cry of ecstasy from Myrna's lips as once more his pudendum filled her hot, clasping twat, the head battering against the tight walls. His hands squeezed and kneaded her large asscheeks, and his thighs pounded against them. He knew he was about to come very shortly, that he couldn't hold out much longer.
He fucked into his girlfriend's sister with long, powerful strokes, his balls tight up against him, and yet managing to touch the cunt hairs, as well. The sex-crazed woman sobbed and moaned her blissful joy at the thorough fucking of her cunt; at the way his cock filled her hotly clenching hole so well in spite of its small size. She buffeted back against him, silently begging him to come, to fill her with his boiling jism.
Suddenly, as of Kal's balls heard Myrna's mute cries, he rammed his cock in as far as it would go and his nuts erupted like Old Faithful, sending great gushing spurts of bubbling hot liquid into her squeezing cunt. His strong hands squeezed her asscheeks even harder, the hot moist flesh of her box tightening around his wildly pumping prong as he continued to come.
Myrna, her mind half crazy with the way he was fucking her, feeling the burning liquid from his cock shoot into her canal, heaved wildly back against him. His sperm filled her like hot, soaking oil, and both of them could hear the wild, squishy sounds of his spurting, pumping prick fucking in and out of her tightening pussy. The harsh smacking of his tight balls as they hit her ass made her vibrate even more, and Myrna realized she, too, was going to come again. Oh was she going to come. It was going to be the orgasm of orgasms.
And then she came. Her climax hit her like a sledgehammer.
Great spirals of flashing light burst in her brain, and pleasure so acute it was akin to pain consumed her thoroughly and completely.
In spite of the fact that his pleasure hose was shrinking, Alan Kal kept pumping into Myrna's twat, slamming himself violently against her. But no matter how hard he dicked her, his hose couldn't rise to the occasion again.
Finally, tired of pumping, he fell back on the bed, pulling his prong out of her soaking, diminishing cunt. He'd had it. He wouldn't be able to come again for at least twelve hours.
Myrna, completely satiated, had to show her gratitude to Kal. She spun around on the bed and took his shrinking whang into her mouth and began lapping up every drop it secreted, licking his balls and his thighs, as well.
"Where'd my sister ever find you?" Myrna asked, getting dressed when it was all over.
"That you'll have to ask her."
"Oh I know she looked up in the directory, but she never told me Bert Kal was such a terrific lover."
"I'm not Bert Kal," he responded. "I'm Alan Kal. Bert's my cousin. He lives on the top floor of this building."
"But we thought you were Bert Kal, the millionaire private investigator."
"Like your Cousin Mickey, I'm a poor relation."
"Well I'm glad Laura made the mistake. I'll bet your Cousin Bert is nowhere near as good as you."