Unintended Intruder - 07
"No ... no Jack ... no ... I'm sorry ... I can't come in this
week. I just ... Thanks Jack." Abigale hung up the phone. Co-workers had been
worried about her but she had told them she needed some time. She did not
specify, not wanting to rope herself into an obligation, but she knew she could
now do what needed to be done.It had taken a great deal of mutual willpower to tell
Marcy good-bye and send her home. Any time they stood within five feet of each
other they felt a powerful need to attack. Abigale was uncertain if it was just
their new found relationship, their long lack of sexual partners, or the
creatures they now carried, but sex was becoming harder to get away from.Abigale absently rubbed her sore vaginal area and
chuckled to herself. The skin had gone red and was a little swollen from all of
the attention. It was obvious she would need to rest soon and let her body
heal. But this was not the time. She still had much to do.The sun had fallen below the horizon, bringing forth
creatures which hummed in the night. The insectoid buzz rang a familiar cord in
Abigale's body, which seemed to resonate. Turning out the lights, she opened
her patio door and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night breeze chilled
the sweat on her naked skin, prickling goose-bumps to the surface.A great liberation filled her, and for the first time
in years, she felt a purpose. Nothing had ever mattered before. Not the boys
who had covered her in high-school slut sauce, nor the men whom squirted their
white heat into her then never called again. The job did not matter. The porn
was all a temporary release. Everything in her life had been without
permanence. The past consumed them all, leaving behind the gaping hole of an
unsatisfied life. But now ... things were changing.Closing her eyes, naughty fingers traveled down
between her legs where a gentle digit stirred moisture to the surface and
brought the feeling of her deepening connection which this precious life she
was carrying. A steady breath filled her with cooling night air. Knowledge gave
her strength. Strength gave her direction. It was time to get ready.Slow, measured steps took her to the bathroom where
she looked hard into the mirror. The woman inside was not her ... it had not been
her in years. But there she was, moving the body she had lost years ago, washed
away in the surges of time.A cricket chirped from a dark corner, and the being
in her body twitched in response. Without thinking, she took up her hair brush,
her powders, her tweezers, and set them all to work. A dark skirt and button up
blouse were drug from an old box and fit neatly over her curves. An hour later
the transformation was complete, and she knew the night belonged to her. **** *DING"Hey Abby," the college kid at the front desk said.
He was all smooth and scruffy, exactly as she wished him to be."Hey Terry, anything new?""Meh ... the jack-rabbits are going strong but ..." his
voice trailed off as she sauntered up to him and leaned forward over the
counter. Stretching her arms forward pushed her shapely cleavage together, and
a deep breath heaved pheromones toward him. "Wow, Abby ... you look ... look ... uhm
...""Mmmm ... you too," she flirted as she fluttered her
lashes a bit. "Say," she said as she leaned forward a little closer, lowering
her voice so only he could hear, "you wanna help me move my couch when you get
off of work tonight?" Her pause allowed the request to sink in a bit but she
could tell he was a little overloaded by the request and unsure he should
accept. "I'll cook.""You can cook?" he asked with an uncomfortable grin,
leaning back and away from her for a moment."I can do a lot of things," she said as she stood
back and stretched, presenting her form to his inspection. "Do you like
spaghetti?""Uhm ... sure," Terry said with a nervous laugh."What," Abigale teased with
a playful look of annoyance, "you thinking I was going to make something
awesome? I'm good but I'm not that good.""No-no ... spaghetti's fine." The boy backpedaled and
then as he tried to figure out the right thing to say. "You ... uh ... want me to
come ... over at midnight?""It's a date," she told him as she began to sway back
to the door. ***** The twenty-four hour grocery store allowed Abigale to
acquire the ingredients she needed, and she began immediately upon reaching her
home. After cooking she ate a full plate and then began the process of cleaning
her place just enough to make it presentable. After she cleaned, Abigale had a
second plate of food.Once sated, she cleaned, straitened and organized. I'm nervous, she realized after she
stared hard at a pair of outfits for a little too long. Why am I nervous? He's a horny kid. He'll be all over me. I've got
Marcy ... Terry's just ... just ...Definition escaped her. Terry was the boy she had
been crushing on for the last year and a half. He was that cute geeky guy who
was a little too clean and a little too nice. Do I just want to soil what's pretty? Is it because I'm using him? I'm
sure he won't mind being used ... but it is sort of wrong.The buzzer went off and she jumped. "Son of a ..." she
pressed the TALK button. "Yes?""It's Terry.""Alright," she answered as she pressed the buzzer for
about three seconds. A lump formed in her stomach and the soles of her feet
became sweaty. Abigale took a deep breath and let it out slowly. There was a
knocking at her door and so she let her young victim inside."Nice place," he commented as he looked around
nervously, "do you want to move the furniture now or later?""Later's fine," Abigale assured him with a smile,
"you should have some food first.""Wow," he commented as he sniffed, "I wasn't really
hungry till I smelled that.""Young men, like you, are always hungry," she told
him, "so I made extra."Abigale set a plate before each of them and was
amused to find more hunger inside of her body. More food, more fuel, more life for the future we plan to create. God being hungry all of the time, like this,
is weird."So how's Marcy's toy treating you?" Terry asked
before sucking down more spaghetti."Well, I'm not giving it back," she told him with a
wink."Really?" her dinner guest asked with a curious
expression. "She told me to stop looking. I figured you'd given it a thumb's
down.""Nah ... she just doesn't like to share.""I'm sure she'd share with you." Abigale stopped
eating. The emotions which she had been struggling with all teamed up and came
to get her. "I'm sorry, Abby, but it's obvious she's got a thing for you.""Yeah," she nodded as she pushed the lump away."You ever thought of taking her up on the offer?"
Terry asked and a blush crept into Abigale's face that made the younger man
laugh. She realized she was acting like a love-sick high school girl, so she
let a smirk touch her lips and gave the boy a shrug."Maybe.""Maybe?" Terry asked with his brows in the air. "So,
do you two share anything else?""Wouldn't you like to know?"She stopped talking and let the topic hang in the
air. An alluring scent wafted from him and she could tell he was thinking about
it. She ate up his hunger ... thinking of the evening's agenda. Her two-ton crush
on this boy was working its way toward fulfillment. The boy was in that
uncomfortable stage of life where he was out of high school but not yet old
enough to drink."Whew," breathed nervously, "I might be late to the
game this weekend.""Which game?' Abigale asked, and that sentence caused
the conversation to spin off into the realms of Terry's hobbies. He was a geek,
by nature, but he was the type who liked dress up in body armor, head off into
the woods, and then swordfight with other young men. Their adventures were
endurance tests and the muscles he gained from these quests tantalized her. Before
she felt this teasing was extremely unfair, but now he was here ... eating her
food ... and laughing at her jokes.What am I
doing? He's all young and innocent! Do I really have the right to do this to
him?"That was good," Terry finally said as he leaned back
in a sleepy manner. Abigale glanced at the clock and realized it was almost one
in the morning."Old family recipe," Abigale said with a confident
smile."Care to share?" Terry asked with puppy dog eyes."I think I just did," she responded, barely keeping
her wits about her."Awe ... but I want it," he whined dramatically."You'd need to marry into the family to get it," she
joked."I don't think I'm ready for marriage yet. Can I just
be your consort?" Terry grinned and Abigale flushed so red that her date began
laughing. Again she remembered her plan to get him here tonight and seduce him,
but now she was afraid. Old insecurities came back and she dropped her gaze to the
floor, closed her legs, and rubbed them together.I need him, she reminded herself. I need
him ... but is it right? Is it right to do this to him ... like it was done to me? It
is good for me ... but is it good for him? Is it right? Do I dare?Terry stood, but Abigale did not register this until
he knelt and placed his hand over hers. A gasp emitted from her throat and her
wet eyes looked up into his."D-do you know what you're doing?" she gasped as she
felt his breath on her skin."Kinda," he admitted."This ... this ... is a bad idea," she stammered, knowing
she wanted him but uncertain if she could do it."Yeah," Terry muttered as he moved closer, "it's a
real bad idea."The moment his lips touched hers, sparks blasted
through Abigale's mind. A sudden breath drew his scent into her and created a
shiver which ran through her spine to its base. The first kiss ended and for a
moment they were still. She kissed him, the second time, and he responded by
touching her face, her neck, and then cupped one of her ample breasts.The coals in her body reddened as he massaged her,
then she suddenly erupted with a familiar fire and lunged forward. Terry rolled
back onto the floor and Abigale pounced, draping herself over him like a
blanket of hormones and flesh. She kissed his lips and his neck, nibbling and
teasing him in ways she knew well.She was more experienced at this game, and his body
responded exactly as any heterosexual male should. A quickening of breath,
droplets of nervous sweat, a fierce bulge in his blue jeans ... it was like she
was in high-school again. Then the effect of the green liquid broke down their
inhibitors ... their reservations ... and sent them into a savage frenzy of kissing
... then biting.Abigale tore the front of Terry's shirt open and bit
his nipple, sucking it hard as she ran her tongue over the hardened tip. A
moment later she was being pushed back, her blouse was ripped, scattering the
buttons across the floor. Hungrily he sucked her into his mouth. Sharp stabs of
sensation drew gasps and blood to the surface.Then something else came out of her. Something
squirted out of her breasts and into his throat. For a fleeting moment Abigale feared this
might repulse him, but instead he clenched her harder sucking ... draining ... feeding
from her like a hungry child whose meals were too far apart.The feeding stimulated her in ways she did not
expect, and soon her panties were as moist as her lips. Pushing down with her
hips, she found the bulge in his jeans, which poked her cotton layer through
the bottom of her skirt. Through this she found a way to rub her clitoris on
the head of his package, allowing her to masturbate herself through the fabric,
increasing her sensation until her muscles clenched and fluids flowed through
her writhing form.The sudden release sent her to the floor. Rolling
away, Abigale curled up into a ball and breathed deeply as she floated on a sea
of endorphins. It took a moment to realize Terry was making strange sounds that
she did not immediately recognize. A deep growl resonated from his throat and
he was settling onto all fours. A primal fear gripped Abigale, holding her in
place. Looking into his eyes, she saw the pupils had dilated to fill the iris,
veins bulged in his neck, and he grit his teeth, frothing and snarling at her
like a predator about to make a kill.Suddenly he lunged and she was pinned on her back. Fearsome
muscles reached under her skirt and tore her panties away, exposing her
glistening sex to the air. Before Abigale could react, Terry thrust his face between
her legs and began lapping at her wetness. Excited screams gasped out her as
she arched her back and clenched hard. Rolling waves of release cascaded
through her body.The rough way he handled her released adrenalin
through her veins and she felt like she was on the verge of blacking out. Then,
as a strong shudder curled her toes, the sex beast let her go, and she took
breath.The sound of his zipper was followed by the shuffle
of shedding fabric. Calloused hands gripped her hips and turned her onto her
stomach. The sting of a hard spank glanced off of her right butt cheek, and
then a familiar mixture of soft and hard pressed through her longing lips. Layers
of liquid slickness poured over his intrusion, and guided the reckless gift
into her body. Every primal thrust of pleasure quickened her heartbeat,
maddening their savage selves. His flesh filled her with the feelings of a
starving vessel which seemed to pull at him desperately until a rush of heat
burst through her body into the core of her cradle where the little life in her
body drank greedily the gift of Terry's seed.The weight of an exhausted male settled over her back
as the lesser parts of him pulsed gentle inside of her. His breathing slowed,
matching the steady pace of her own. In her mind she watched the creature in
her womb as it moved feelers through her cervix and began to drink the nectar
which now lay within her canal. The shifting in her body and the tickling of
her inner nerves confirmed this fantasy, and she giggled to herself as the
bliss of a this gentler touch sent tiny tingles through nerves until her toes
curled and a series of short whimpers escaped her lips.Terry awoke to these sounds and she felt the scraping
of teeth on the back of her neck as he began to suck and bite her nerve clusters
once more. The slackening of his manhood filled with fresh blood, hardening him
once more with a special type of vigor. The sounds of his voice grunted in time
with the parts of him which collided against her opening.Wet skin slapped lewdly, together, causing her
instincts to press her bottom higher into the air. This ancient display caused
him to stab more deeply into her body, drawing the fleshy spear into rarely
touched parts of her. The clench of her muscles encouraged his attentions and
as he bore down upon her, the screams of her satisfaction filled the room and
rattled the neighbors. Another spurt of liquid heat geysered into her core. The
awakened creature latched a receptacle over the tip of Terry, draining the
precious gift so that none would be wasted.
They paused and settled ... then quickened once more ... then
rested before quickening again ... then again. Muscles screamed in fatigue but
they could not stop themselves. Like creatures in heat, they rutted. Over and over
he filled her body, and each time Abigale's little creature moved out to
collect it before turning the man on once more. This lasted for hours ... until
the creatures of the night ceased their humming ... and the rhythm of day roused with
the first glimpses of sunlight.