| Morgan Meets Satan, Part 3 Morgan and Sarah Jennings spent the afternoon preparing for the long trip to New Orleans. Sarah was especially excited since she had never been outside the bounds of Bible Grove, Mississippi. She was excited about the trip, but equally as excited about hearing her mother recant the story of her visit with Gretchen Sills. And Morgan seemed to never tire of telling the story. She told of her seeming ability to transmit her thoughts to Gretchen, and wondered if that applied to everyone, or just to Gretchen. Young Mary and pastor Richard weren't home, so she had no idea if that power also extended to others. Even though Sarah was the one who brought Morgan over, she had no Ideas on the subject. Morgan supposed that they would have to wait for the "Court" to find out. Morgan was also not aware of the almost trance like state that a very small sampling of her blood had caused Gretchen to experience. Gretchen's daughter, Mary had no idea of what caused this behavior on her mother's part, but instead of begging Jesus for his forgiveness as she had promised, she begged him to make it happen again. Gretchen knew, as a good Christian woman, that what she and Mary had done was the most evil thing a person could do. But the guilt she felt was the guilt of not feeling guilty. Making love to her twelve year old daughter was the most beautiful experience she had ever had. But, she vowed that it would never happen again, and made Mary promise that they would never speak of it again. "Speak about what?" Mary asked. "About . . . " Gretchen paused, she had lost her train of thought, having completely forgotton about what had happened between her and her young daughter, or any other event's of the day. * * * * * By early evening, Morgan and Sarah had their bags packed in preparation for an early morning start. Mother and daughter decided to spend the evening expermenting; testing their new found powers. They sat side by side on the sofa, heads resting against the sofa back, eyes closed, hands dipped under the waist bands of their slacks and panties, rubbing their pussy's to help conjure up an image while thinking about Gretchen and Mary, thinking about feeding from them, thinking about making love to them, thinking about . . . possibly even turning them. * * * * * Gretchen Sills paced the floor of her livingroom apprehensively. Her husband Richard had just returned home from his church office, and Gretchen was feeling a quite uncharacteristic lust toward him. It was early afternoon, broad daylight, and her daughter Mary was home, They rarely made love in the day time, and never if Mary was home. But there seemed to be this silent voice, this unseeable force that gripped her mind and body.She wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and kissed him passionately. "Fuck me," she whispered, pressing her pussy hard against his now throbbing cock. Never in all the years of courtship and marriage had Pastor Richard ever heard his wife say, "Fuck me," nor had she ever rubbed against his penis in broad daylight, nor had she ever stuck her tongue in his mouth. God's purpose for sex was to procreate, and neither one was ready to have another child. Richard was a pastor, a man of God, but he was a man with male weaknesses, and he had an erection, and his wife left no question about what she wanted, about how badly she wanted him to fuck her. "Richard, are you going to fuck me or not!?" Gretchen demanded. "My God, Gretchen! The child!" he protested. "Fuck me, Richard. Never mind the child, I need it now!" Gretchen shouted as she began to tear off her cloths in a wild frenzy. The word exorcism came to mind, but he was Baptist, not Catholic, and knew nothing about exorcism or how to deal with it. Convinced that his wife had gone mad, he grabbed her by both of her wrist and pushed her back onto the sofa. Gretchen lay there naked, staring up at him with wide eyes and contorted face, pinching her nipples and rubbing her pussy. Then Richard heard his daughter say from behind him. "Fuck her, daddy, Fuck us both." Richard's whole world came crashing down around him. Satan had invaded his home and taken control of his wife and daughter. "You're possessed by demons! Both of you! And I'll have no part of it," he shouted as he ran for the door. * * * * * "We've been waiting for you," Morgan said when she opened her door and saw Gretchen and Mary standing there. Sarah, excited that she was about to have a young friend with like interest, took Mary by the hand and ushered her inside. Without further comment, Sarah began to prepare Mary for , "The Embrace," that would bring her over, and make her one of them. They would have their own little coven. Mary, still unaware of exactly what they were doing there, knew only that her life had changed, that her body had changed, that her mother had changed, and all for the better. She was suddenly having feelings in her pussy that she had never had before, and she liked having those feelings. She knew and liked Sarah from sunday school, but suddenly she more than liked her. "Do you wanna rub pussies?" she asked Sarah. "I guess," Sarah said, "but don't ya want me to lick your pussy?" Somewhere in the dark recesses of her memory, Mary could recall her mother licking her pussy, but so much had happened since then, that she wasn't sure if that wasn't just a dream. Mary could hear her mother talking to miss Jennings in the other room, and she really did want Sarah to lick her pussy, and maybe Sarah would let her lick her pussy as well, so she agreed. Mary found herself taking off her cloths without any embarrassment or shame in the least. She climbed up on Sarah's bed and watched as Sarah did the same. She was suprised that Sarah had no discernible pussy hair, and that her titties were almost flat, but had very large, dark circles around the nipples, which were very large for an eleven year old. Her own pussy hair was sparce but dark, with longer strands, and her titties were about the size of peach half's. But the circles around her small pink nipples were much smaller than Sarah's and about the same shade of pink as her nipples. Sarah knee walked up to Mary's hips and sat down hard on her pubic mound. She raised her arms and laced her fingers behind her head, threw her head back, and began to squirm and grind her clit into Mary's already wet pubic mound. Mary's eyes were clamped shut, her lower jaw hung slack, and saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. The two girl's continued to fuck, Sarah's clit pressed against Mary's as Mary squirmed under Sarah's weight to make maximum contact. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mary cried. The words rolling off of her lips as easily as would the words hello or goodbye, or Thank you Jesus!" Sarah was already an old hand at fucking her mother, but this was someone her own age. Their pussies seemed to fit together, their clits seemed to fit together as Sarah moved her hips in a circular motion as well as a back and forward motion, causing their clits to peek out from under their hoods and find eachother. Sarah was about to cum, and she knew that Mary was as well, so she slid down between Mary's legs, placed her hands behind Mary's knees and pushed up untill Mary's toes were pointed toward the ceiling. Sarah lowered her face into the wetness between Mary's thighs and sucked the moisture from Mary's swollen, slick, pussy lips. Mary twitched once, then heard the soft pop of Sarah's fangs puncture her swollen labia. Mary struggeled to remain conscious as she felt her blood being siphoned from her pussy and into the veins and arteries of her young lover, making them true sisters. Sarah soon tasted the coppery taste of blood, mixed with the salty taste of piss, mixed with the sweet taste of girl cum. She knew that the "Embrace" was about to be complete, so she stopped and stared up into Mary's face and watched as Mary's complection lightened, dark circles ringed her eyes, and two very sharp fangs protruded from the top of her mouth. A low cat like hiss came from deep within her throat as she flashed Sarah a thin smile. * * * * * Morgan's embrace of Gretchen had been equally successful, and the two mother's lay on Morgan's bed listening to the sounds coming from Sarah's room, knowing that the hissing sounds that they heard, signaled the successful completion of Mary's embrace, and the onset of some very aggressive sex. Knowing that "Whelps." or young novice vampires tended to get carried away in their love making. Morgan suggested that they visit the girl's room and "Cycle." Cycling was a little known practice, but one that Morgan was particularly fond of. It was simular to putting several kinds of juice in a blender. When the blending is complete, you end up with a new and unique juice. After we cycle, we will all have the same, but unique blood, and in the same amounts as we normally have. "It's very erotic," Morgan said, getting off the bed, taking Gretchen's hand and leading her to the girl's room. (They were family now, and it was no longer Sarah's room, but the girl's room.) Since the bed in the girl's room was too small for all four members of the new family, they all formed a daisey chain on the living room floor. Mary feeding from Morgan's labia, Gretchen from her daughter Mary, Sarah from Gretchen, and Morgan from her daughter Sarah. There was some foreplay involved to get the blood flowing into the labia; they licked, sucked, touched and fingered until labia's were swollen, pussie's and faces were drenched. Morgan began by piercing Sarah's labia, and the feeding and cycling began. They fell asleep on the living room floor, waking at five in the morning when Morgan awoke and turned the TV on to check the weather for their long trip to Louisiana. She heard the news man say that The reverend Richard Sills was found hanging from the rafters in the church chapel. His wife and daughlter were missing, and assumed taken hostage. Next, The Trip to Louisiana and the vampire castle. |