Chapter 15
It was just past six o'clock in the morning. In the apartment of Alan Kal three people were fast asleep. Laura Enders was still fast asleep on the divan in the living room. Myrna Enders was asleep on the hearth near the electric fireplace. And Kal himself was sleeping in the bedroom.
An eerie, silent hush seemed to fall over the apartment. The silence became so oppressive it woke Kal out of a sound sleep. His hand reached for the robe now on the floor, and removed his revolver from it.
Crawling out of bed, he slipped the robe on and silently walked into the living room. Now he could hear Laura's soft breathing and Myrna's light snoring. But he couldn't shake the feeling of eeriness.
Going to his small kitchenette, he turned on the overhead light, opened the refrigerator, and made himself a ham sandwich. He poured some Hawaiian Punch into a glass, and downed it all, eating the sandwich.
That Myrna was some piece of ass, he reflected. She fucked like the proverbial bunny and couldn't get enough of it. But it was Laura who had completely captured him. Well hell, she and Myrna were part of the same family. In fact, before leaving him to return to the living room, Myrna had told Kal her mother was a hot piece, as well. So there was no reason to believe Laura would not eventually equal both her mother and her sister.
Finishing his sandwich, Alan Kal shrugged and wiped his hands on a paper towel. So far, Sy Enders hadn't found them. With a little luck the dawn might well come before Sy Enders.
Returning to his bedroom, Kal put his gun on the night table, then lay down on the bed with his robe still on and drifted back into a light sleep.
As he slept, the party at the Enders mansion came to its conclusion. The guests, all whacked out from their revelry, finally put on their coats and left. The cleanup crew did their job as well, and soon the mansion was silent.
In Myrna's room, Essie Enders still remained on her knees, her mouth surrounding Mickey's cock. Mickey, still under Sy Enders' hypnotic spell, didn't feel a thing.
On the floor, Dick Mario stirred again. The pain in his skull was too much. Damn Mickey, what kinda fuckin' clown did he think he was, anyway? Shit! His fuckin' head really hurt.
Opening his eyes, Dick saw the sight of Essie, her hands tied behind her, her mouth surrounding Mickey's prick, and Mickey's hands pressing on the back of her head so she couldn't withdraw her mouth and scream.
Two things occurred to Dick at that point. First, seeing the two of them there, naked, in such a position, his own naked body began to become inflamed. Second, the blackjack lay on the floor near his head.
Dick waited a few moments for his head to clear, then he jumped up, grabbing the blackjack, and whacked Mickey over the head. The short, bearded man simply keeled over, his monolithic cock popping out of Essie's mouth as he fell away.
Dick's own horn had grown, and he noticed Essie still there, on her knees, her mouth wide open. She, too, was under Sy Enders' spell. So Dick decided it was time to put his prick in and take the swelling down. But the moment Dick's cock entered Essie's mouth, she snapped out of the mental hold Sy Enders'd had on her, and gurgled with the swollen mass of flesh inside.
Downstairs, on the main floor of the Enders mansion, the front door opened to admit a man of medium height with balding white hair. Ralph Enders, Essie's husband and the father of Laura and Myrna, had sneaked out of the mansion after the party had started, deciding to get some of his usual action since his wife refused to fuck for him. Now, he was home again, completely sated.
After hanging his coat up in the hall closet, Ralph Enders quietly climbed the stairs to the next floor, intending to quietly sneak into his own bedroom. But then he saw the door to Myrna's room partially open and approached it. Inside, he saw his nephew Mickey, sprawled unconscious on the floor. He also saw the strange man he didn't know jamming his cock into his wife's mouth. Shrugging, he was about to walk away when he heard Essie making muffled sounds. Dick withdrew his prick for a moment and Essie said, "Please, stop this and untie my hands. I owe my husband a great apology. I don't want to do anything like this again for anyone but Ralph. I have so many years to make up to him."
"The hell with that," Dick snapped. "I got a swollen cock in need of treatment. I can either treat the fuckin' thing with your fuckin' mouth or with your fuckin' cunt, but it needs to come down."
"Can't you understand," Essie told him. "I don't want to do this anymore. Now stop it."
"No chance," Dick snapped. "No fuckin' chance," and he rammed his prong back into Essie's mouth.
Ralph Enders silently entered the room behind Dick, and picked up the fallen blackjack on the floor. Before Dick knew what had happened, he was stretched out on the floor, and Ralph was untying his wife's hands.
Essie began crying as Ralph led her from the room to his at the far end of the hall. She swore never to doubt him again, telling him all that had happened that evening. Ralph, for his part, was glad something had made Essie see the light, even if it was the return of the Enders Curse.
Sy Enders had finally traced Myrna to the apartment house in Long Beach, and climbing the stairs, finally came to the floor where Alan Kal's apartment was located. Without hesitating, he simply dissolved into mist, drifted under the door, and re-materialized. He saw the girls fast asleep, and immediately was drawn to Myrna.
The moment Sy's frigid hand touched Myrna's shoulder she awoke with a scream. The scream was so loud, it made Laura open her eyes, and when she saw Sy Enders, she also screamed.
The combined screams of the woman made Alan Kal open his heavy eyes. He shook his head, trying to rid his brain of the cobwebs inside, but it was no use. He couldn't think too clearly.
The clock on his night table showed only six thirty. No wonder. He'd only had an additional half hour of sleep.
Damn, he thought, getting up and grabbing his gun.
Hurrying into the living room, he saw the strange tableau. Sy Enders had already stripped down. His hypnotic gaze now held Laura helpless, and Myrna was being made to undress.
Tuck you," Kal screamed, and pointing the gun, blasted away at Sy Enders' head.
The bullets tore great holes in Sy's head, and for a moment it looked as if Kal had beaten him. But then Sy caused his body to dissolve, including the pieces shot out of him, and when he re-solidified, everything was back in place. There was no way of stopping him.
Turning toward Kal, Sy roared angrily, and charged the shorter man. As he did so, the hold he had on Myrna was released, and the girl, terrified, ran to the door, unbolted it, and opened it. As Sy grabbed Kal by the throat, Myrna ran out, hurrying down the stairs.
Sy started squeezing, then looked out the window. It was already starting to get light. He had almost no time life. The sun would be up at any moment, and then he would be lost.
Myrna had gotten away again. But there was this other one. True, she wasn't the one to which he had been drawn, but this one was a blood relation. She would have to do. If he managed to unload his seed in her before sunrise, the curse would be fulfilled.
Flinging Kal into a corner, he used his mind to make the man a temporary paralytic. Now unable to move, Alan Kal lay there and watched the man strip the clothing from an unresisting Laura. Sy had possession of her mind, as well.
"The curse must be fulfilled," he muttered, staring at her lush young body. It wasn't as voluptuous as that of Myrna, but it would do. It would certainly do. She had a lovely face and a nicely contoured shape, even if her tits didn't swell to overflowing.
The long, thick white cock stood out again, looking very much like the pussy-splitter it was.
"It's all for you," Sy told Laura. "Every inch of it. Now he here on the floor and spread your legs wide."
Unable to control herself, Laura lay on the floor near the electric fireplace, and Sy positioned himself over her and pressed his mighty pole to her hole. Her cunt hadn't been prepared, so Sy found it difficult to push his prick into it. There was almost no lubrication. But Sy no longer had time.
His mighty juggernaut began to slowly make inroads. The tears poured from Laura's eyes as the huge cock slowly pushed into her. It filled her, stretching her cunt walls and causing pain she hadn't imagined could come from fucking. Alan Kal's cock had been just the right size for her hole. It had filled her with a minimum of stretching, and had caused only pleasant sensations. Not so this massive thing being mercilessly shoved into her right now. The pain was excruciating.
The moment the glans touched the neck of her cervix, the cock withdrew, then proceeded to thunder into her again, making her feel as if she were being rent apart. Yet the hypnotic spell under which she was being held prevented her from crying.
Alan Kal lay there on the floor, and from the angle Sy presented to him, he could see the log being stuffed into the poor girl's twat without compassion.
Now the girl's box began to respond, salivating as it were, covering the huge cock with a thin coat of slippery liquid, making the chugging movement the slightest bit less painful. This only caused Sy Enders to speed up his plunging, but his anxiety kept his climax a long distance from him. He had to come, he had to come. If not, it meant Hell alone, and forever.
He rammed his ass back and forth now, pounding away between those petal-like pussylips, stretching them to their utmost, causing them to choke on his flagpole; his mighty tool. He kept shoving it in over and over, his hands squeezing her small breasts.
Laura, fully aware of all that was happening, but still under the spell of Sy Enders, was unable to move save to obey his commands. And his only command was that she bounce her ass in rhythm to the way his powerful plunger chugged in and out of her socket.
The most horrible thing was Laura was beginning to become aroused. Sensuous thing that she was, the frictioning of the massive barber pole in her stretched cunt was getting to her, and her bouncing movements were now almost voluntary. She had no urgency about coming, and though she despised the man riding her, she couldn't help the feeling swelling inside her.
Sy's strong body odors entered her nostrils as small chemical reactions within her body sent thrills up and down her legs and into the breasts he was now brutally squeezing. His muscular chest and shoulders, still frigid against hers, pressed her naked body deeper, into the carpet. He rammed his icy tongue into her mouth, down into her throat, as if many parts of him were seeking to enter all of her.
Laura's belly was pure explosive dynamite. Heat surged through her body. Her shoulders relaxed, and against his manipulations her tits stood straight up. Her face was flushed with heat as tears poured from her eyes.
The undead man on top of her felt her unwilling consent.
His cock, having plunged in as far as it was able again, once more drew out and repeated the plunge. Laura's legs were nearly numb, though mingled with the numbness an intense excitement was building. The huge white cock was plunging up and down in what seemed to be longer thrusts, though Laura had no idea how she could have taken any more of that immense piece of meat. She opened her legs wider and drew her knees up a little in the hope of easing the intense pain.
Sy began grunting as some of the anxiety left his body, replaced by some slight feeling of pleasure. Maybe he would win after all.
Laura felt Sy's prick as it enlarged within the tight cavern of her now dripping cunt. She could feel her juices flowing more and more, slicker and slicker. She heard small sucking sounds as his pole seemed to withdraw to the very lips of her steaming snatch, then ramming back in again as far as it could go without destroying her.
Now Laura's mind was becoming suffused with hot pleasure. The man's hard prick was thrusting in and out ever quicker, with no regard for the tightness of her almost-unused snatch. The electrical thrust of his cock seemed to echo throughout the room.
Sy pumped his hips up and down, his huge white tool slurping in and out, in and out. In her crotch, Laura could feel the bumping of his large balls.
Again his mighty cock seemed to grow even thicker, and Laura moaned again. One part of her mind, a tiny part was trying to warn her not to let him come in her twat. Yet the rest of her was aching to feel his seed spurt into her.
He began pounding on her even harder, and her entire body was shaken with the impact. Her love juices were flowing heavily now, as her tight cunt-lips moved involuntarily over his cold, rigid, silken-textured cock. White heat continued to build inside her, as if counteracting the coldness of his prong.
His distended cock slurped in and out of her heated slit with more and more ease. Her body began to glow with light and passion. Her hips were undulating wildly now, savagely thrusting up to meet the pounding dong as it slammed into her again and again.
Laura was the one to come, drenching his burning joystick with the fluids of her cunt again and again, driving him to pole her with even more ferocity. But Sy was unable to come. He wanted to, he needed to, but the sperm wasn't forthcoming. Now his cock emerged from her box only to plunge back in like a lightning bolt.
Sy felt the urgency once more. Outside, it was becoming lighter and lighter. The sun was only minutes away from rising.
Outside, below, in the streets, a horrible, strange apparition was slowly making its way toward the building containing Alan Kal's apartment. It, too, noted the coming dawn, and knew it had very little time left to do what needed to be done.
The decaying remains of Ann Massey dragged itself along until it got to the building. Instinct, pure instinct and nothing else let her know this was where Sy Enders had gone.
Knowing nothing about elevators, she moved to the door that said stairs and dragged her slimy remains through. With what little speed she had at her command she moved up the stairs until she came to the floor where she knew Sy Enders had to be. He had to be there because a feeling in her all-but-decayed guts told her as much.
Pushing the stairwell door open, Ann Massey moved forward, heading unerringly in the right direction, already able to see with her eyeless sockets the door she wanted. It was already partially open.
Inside Alan Kal's apartment, Sy Enders was still reaming his frigid cock in and out of Laura's burning twat. Steam seemed to be coming from it as the cold prick met the fire in her box.
Now Sy could feel it starting to well within him. The jism was beginning to rise. He was going to make it. He pumped wildly now, his body thudding against Laura's with no regard for the pain he was causing her. He didn't really give a damn. He had to come, he had to come, and the sperm was even now rolling out of his balls and traveling into the tube in his erect penis. It was only seconds away. He was going to make it.
"No-o-o-o-o," screamed the high-pitched voice of the rotting thing as it dragged itself through the door. "You shall not have eternity with whom you wish. You shall have it with me."
"Too late," Sy yelled, almost gleefully as he felt his semen traveling through his phallus, only seconds away from spilling out into Laura's cunt.
But the thing that was Ann Massey threw herself at the pounding body of the undead man and threw him backward. He fell off Laura, and as his back hit the carpet, the disgusting mass of decay fell on top of him, spreading the thick, slobbering lips of her own cunt. And as the cock unloaded its cream, the hole of Ann Massey gobbled it up.
Now the blushing dawn had completely risen, pink and rosy, teasing the darkness from the heavens. The night, which had seemed invincible before, now hung its head and slowly retreated.
Behind the dawn came an avenging young sun, ready to do battle with the ebony villain that had destroyed its predecessor. It hurried one lance of light after another at its dark, retreating enemy, forcing him farther and farther back until there was no room left for retreat. Finally, silently, but stubbornly, the darkness died.
The young sun beat its chest strongly. Its flashy vibrations struck terror into the fallen snow. The latter quivered and quaked as sunbeams, like huge phalluses, penetrated it Water, like lubricant flowed and the white snow slowly melted away.
In Alan Kal's apartment, rays of sunlight lanced through the living room window, engulfing the struggling mass of Sy Enders and Ann Massey as they turbulently fought on the floor. Her cunt had his cock locked into her, and her vile, fetid self was pressed against him so tightly he couldn't throw her off. Her skeletal mouth clamped on his lips, preventing him from doing anything other than groaning.
As the sunlight washed across the struggling mass of filth on Kal's carpet, it caused the two to slowly disintegrate into dust. And as Alan Kal and Laura Enders stared, the dust, too, dissolved away to nothingness.
"It's over," Kal muttered, hurrying to Laura. "It's all over. The curse is finished. It will never return to haunt your family again."
"Yes," Laura nodded, her hands unconsciously toying with her aching cunt. For though she had already come once, Sy Enders' persistent fucking had caused a great anxiety to swell within her, and she needed relief.
Alan Kal stared at her working hands. He didn't need to be told what she needed. Yanking off his robe, he made her he down on the carpet again and plunged his own erect cock into her steaming twat.
Oh my, yes, Laura thought as he began pounding away.
This cock was just the right size. It filled her the right way a cock should fill a cunt. It didn't stretch her too widely, but it touched all of her inner walls. It made her feel good.
The cock slurped about inside the lust-filled box, Kal thrusting himself forward and back, in great heat. And in just a few moments Kal began shooting what little he had left into Laura's questing cunt. The heated droplets served to bring her to a satisfying conclusion.
"You have a better penis than he had," Laura told Kal, motioning to the spot where Sy Enders had disappeared. "It's as if you were made to fit inside me."
"Yeah," Kal agreed.
"You won't hold it against me that he put his thing into me, will you?" she asked.
"What has that to do with us?" Kal asked.
"I don't know," Laura replied, teasing his flaccid cock in the hope of regenerating its fullness again. "Some men are funny about women and other men touching them."
"Well I guess I'm funny that way, too." Kal admitted. "But it wasn't as if you'd offered yourself to him. He raped you. Even so, he never came inside of you."
"No," she agreed. "You're the only one who's ever done that."
"You could become pregnant."
"Uhhuh."
"Do you want to douche?"
"Even if I did it'd be too late, considering it's been a long time since you first came inside me. No, I don't want to douche. And if I'm pregnant, I don't want an abortion."
'Would you consider giving the baby a father?"
"Only if it's the right father."
'Well, hell, I'm the real father. I should be the one to give the baby a last name."
"Are you proposing?"
"If I did propose, would you marry me?"
"Under certain conditions."
"Such as?"
"Every time you get an urge to fuck and you're able to, you come right home and fuck me."
"Hell, that's not a condition, that's a pleasure."
"And you don't fuck Myrna, ever again."
"You know about that?"
"How could I not know about it. When Myrna has intercourse, no matter how silent she tries to be, she wakes up everyone for miles around."
"And you aren't angry?"
"Not this time. But just remember, if I can't do anything better than she, it's because I haven't done it yet. I saw what you did to her. I guess you like it, huh?"
"I'll bet I'd like it a lot better with you."
"And I'm willing to do the same thing right back to you. I don't notice Myrna being so responsive."
"Will you marry me?" Alan Kal asked.
"Believe it, buster," she snapped, and let her head sink into his lap where her wide-open mouth took in the limp sausage of his cock. All thought of Myrna was instantly wiped from their minds.
Myrna, after leaving Kal's apartment, had gone running wildly through the streets of Long Beach. On foot, she had fled across the bridge, running and running and running. And when she was too tired to run, she walked, but she kept on moving.
It was when the sun had fully risen and she had seen the familiar gas station that she had stopped running. Cousin Mickey's white Corvette was there, which meant he had come to work. As she got closer she saw both, Mickey and Dick sit ting in the tiny office. Both men held ice-filled rags to their heads.
"How the hell did I know it was you," Mickey was saying. T thought it was that dumb prick who was with Laura."
"Yeah, well I don't like the fuckin idea of bein' hit on the fuckin' head all the fuckin' time," Dick snapped.
T won't do it again," Mickey muttered, nursing his painful scalp and thinking about Abby Bernett. Just the mere thought of her was raising a hard-on all over again.
That was when Myrna walked into the station, and Dick, on seeing her, thought she would be angry for the way he had raped her. But Myrna was too tired to be angry. All she could do was sit in the chair near the window and pant.
"You stay here and keep Dick company," Mickey told his cousin. T have some business to take care of."
Before either Myrna or Dick could object, Mickey left the station and hurried across the street. He knew it was early, but he also knew Abby's husband had gone. It was time to find the company of an amenable woman.
Alone with Dick, Myrna smiled and said, "Thanks for what you did last night."
She was referring to Dick's preventing Sy Enders from getting into her. But Dick thought she was referring to the way he had boffed her, afterward.
"You got somewhere to go tonight?" he asked her.
"Just home," she replied.
"Yeah, my home. I'm gonna take you back with me and fuck the ass off a you."
"You can try," Myrna told him, and they both smiled.
Back at the Enders mansion, Ralph and Essie Enders shared the huge bed in the master bedroom, making long, slow love. The end of the nightmarish curse had brought Essie back to her husband. And neither one would be budging from that bed until the following morning. As Ralph's cock sank into her, Essie sighed.
And somewhere in the lowest regions of Hell, the soul of Sy Enders lay locked in mortal, or immortal combat with the shade of Ann Massey, whose bulk seemed to swallow him up completely. He would spend eternity with his spiritual prick buried in the spiritual maw of her swollen cunt, which was worse punishment than hellfire.