The Succubus of Blackburn House

The downstairs was a bit of a mess. Either Cindy or Helen had forgotten to put on her bra during their flight, and the panties were still in the bowl. I appropriated these as booty from the conquest. Returning them was going to be a lot of fun. The mice would probably take care of the crusts on the floor, but I picked up the pizza box and empty wine bottles. It was then that the hair stood up on the back of my neck.

This reflex is supposed to be a remnant of an earlier time when a sixth sense was necessary for survival. My sixth sense had just surfaced from it's million year sleep, and was telling me to run. The low, slow, throaty woman's voice did nothing to help. It froze me in my tracks.

"Hello, Gary."

I turned toward the source of the voice and my mouth fell open. She was leaning against the door frame to the kitchen. The flickering light of the one remaining candle illuminated hands roaming slowly over the full curves of a mature woman. Those ample curves were barely covered by some sort of gold bra and a gold thong panty. The largest nipples I'd ever seen were jutting over the top of the bra. Her hips swelled from a small waist to a full width that invited me to be cradled there. The woman tossed her head, and the mane of dark red hair fell in sultry waves over her bare shoulders.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here." I knew it didn't sound as brave as I'd intended.

The woman chuckled softly and cupped her breasts. "I'm Dierdre, and you know why I'm here."

"No, I don't."

The hands smoothed the tanned skin of her sensually rounded belly and caressed the swell of her mound. "You summoned me with the spell." Dierdre stuck her finger in her mouth, and pulled it out slowly as if sucking a popsicle..., or I thought, maybe something else. She touched the wet finger to the tip of her right nipple, and gently stroked.

"Oh, that." I attempted to laugh. "They were just joking around with something Helen read in a book. It didn't mean anything."

"Ummmmmm." Dierdre caressed one thigh with the other. Her long legs were slender and seductive. "One should not play about with that which one does not understand."

"Well, they're gone, and I'm going too, so you can go back to wherever you came from."

Dierdre did a sort of body roll to achieve a standing position. She was as sinuous as a snake. I didn't miss the seductive thrust of her belly that followed the arc of her jutting breasts.

"I fear it is not so simple, Gary. I have been summoned. I must complete the request of the spell. It is my destiny, as well as being a great pleasure."

Her walk would have given a hard-on to a dying man. I could not move, and she was soon standing before me. The sleeping bag unrolled from her quick kick. She pulled my hands to her breasts.

"Ummmmmm. You have soft hands. Dierdre has soft hands. Dierdre loves soft hands."

One of Dierdre's hands had slipped inside my shirt. It was indeed soft. Her long black nails raked gently over my chest. I felt her other hand curl around my neck just before her pouting red lips closed over mine.

Those lips had a life all their own. Trixie was a good kisser, but Dierdre's kiss was sensuous, slutty, and engulfing. I didn't want to respond, but it was as if this woman commanded my body. My breath came in gasps when she finally removed her searching tongue from the depths of my throat. I hadn't even felt her unbutton the shirt until she slipped it off my shoulders.

She lifted my chin, and I found myself staring into the infinite depths of her deep green eyes. I felt as a mouse entranced by the gaze of a cobra, unable to run or even turn away. The little crow's feet at their corners twitched, and the eyes flashed silently, as if some inner light had beamed from behind them. Her hand lightly stroked the back of my neck. I heard the rip of the zipper in my jeans, but could do nothing. The jeans fell in a heap around my ankles.

Dierdre's eyes kept me locked on the spot when she released me. Her actions were in slow motion. The bra-like garment fell to the floor, and then the panties. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with her slow breathing, and the nipples seemed to become longer and more puckered. She cupped them in both hands. The voice was agonizingly erotic in its tempo and low, whispered sound.

"You like? Dierdre likes. Dierdre wants you to touch. Touch Dierdre."

I didn't will my hands to do anything except stay at my side, but when I felt the soft weight settle in my palms, I knew she'd taken control. They were warm and firm, and she pressed herself into my hands.

"Ummmmmm. You make Dierdre feel nice. "

She moved my thumbs to her turgid nipples, and rubbed them over the taut, wrinkled surface. I heard her gasp at the same time I felt her hand at the back of my neck again. She pulled me down to her chest.

"Suckle, as you did when a child."

I think one of us moaned when I took the firm nipple between my lips, but I still don't know which one. The rubbery little spud seemed to swell, and I swear it moved around by itself. I know it was a fantastic feeling to suck and brush my tongue against it. I know this because I was as stiff as a ball bat. My condition was not lost to Dierdre. Her fingers closed around my cock and slowly stroked.

"Your manhood and the spell drew me to this place. I came to draw life from this staff."

I didn't know about drawing any life from my cock, but I knew she was going to draw something else from it if she didn't stop pretty quick. I tried to pull away. Her answer was to pull me to my knees as she knelt on the sleeping bag.

"Now is our time. Look upon the flower that will receive you."

Dierdre lay back and spread her thighs. I almost came right then. Dierdre was hairless, and the effect of the bare, pouting outer lips was surpassed only by the soft, swollen petals that extended from their embrace.

"Feel Dierdre's pretty flower. It is ready to receive you."

She was wet almost to the point of dripping. Trixie got wet after only a little foreplay, but this was amazing. With all the wetness, and with the sight of soft, wrinkled lips that seemed to wrap around my finger, my brain switched into a primal, mating mode. It wasn't necessary, but Dierdre grabbed my shaft and pulled me between her open thighs. The pull continued until my swollen head contacted the wet surface of her delicate petals. Instinct forced me to push in slowly; Dierdre's thrust buried me to the balls.

It's difficult to really remember the rest. I was running on autopilot, and pumping away. It had been my experience that women enjoyed things slow at first, but Dierdre wanted it fast. She had both legs locked over my back, and both hands on my ass cheeks pulling me into her. We quickly hit a rapid pace, and she only increased the speed as time progressed. Her open mouth silently beckoned me. My lips touched hers, and she inhaled my soul with her writing mouth and tongue.

The familiar tension in my loins was rapidly approaching the boiling point. and it was very evident that Dierdre would quickly be there too. She was pulling and thrusting at the same time. A continuous stream of moans flowed through her sucking mouth and into mine. She was nearly there, and I made the first, deep, final lunge. When I reached the end of her passage, she cried out. The cry was not surprising, really. The incredible clamping sensation around my shaft was. She was somehow grasping my cock and pulling me into her. A man not entranced might have finished with style; I felt the first spurt and everything turned to a blur. She did not rest, but kept up the grasping, pulling, milking sensation as she arched high in the air. The second blast of seed was as big as the first, and Dierdre felt it. She babbled something in a voice that started low and finished in a squeal. I was locked inside an insatiable, clasping passage that would not stop pulling at me for more. I don't know if she screamed at my last deep, shooting thrust. The room was spinning, and it was difficult to concentrate on anything but the satin vice that massaged my manhood.

"Dierdre felt the life flow into her. Dierdre loves life. Give life to Dierdre again."

God, how could she expect that. I was a quivering mass of boneless jelly after the last shattering climax. Now, she wanted it again?

"OK, just let me rest a little."

I rolled off her smooth body and lay on my back. I would be all right in a few minutes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dierdre stroking her breast. Then I felt the sensation of small fingers closing around my shriveling cock. The fingers slipped easily over the still wet shaft, and the feeling was great. Many women just don't understand what a man feels like just after an orgasm, and try to jerk him back to life. This was a very gentle motion that rolled my foreskin over the head and back. I closed my eyes to savor the sensation.

The single candle was still burning when I woke. I was alone in the room. Everything was as I had left it. The jeans and jockey shorts were still piled around my ankles. My hands had the unmistakable musky odor of woman, but with the hint of something else. It was a little sweet, but I couldn't place the scent. A quick search of all the rooms yielded nothing but a terrified squirrel and several spiders.

I gathered up the candles and the rest of my stuff, and walked outside to my car. No other vehicle was around, and I could find no tracks with my flashlight. Where had she come from? Had I just gotten tired and dozed off? I didn't want to ask the other question. A horny woman was one thing, but a seductress who appears from spells is quite another. After throwing everything in the back seat, I was soon creeping over the washboard drive, and desperately searching for any sign of another car. When I hit the pavement, I relaxed a little and drove home.

The next morning, I made coffee and plugged the camera into the VCR to make a copy. The camera's unblinking eye had caught more than I last night. The sight of Jack and Tony whipping away at their dicks was a riot, and I knew Trixie would love it. She was also going to love seeing Tony stroking Helen's furry little mound when they thought no one was looking. It was apparent that Helen loved it too. Well, she loved it until she felt my fishing line drag across her legs. Her breasts bounced wildly as she leapt to her feet and looked around in all directions. The ending was all jumping into clothes and grabbing stuff in their haste to leave. I really enjoyed seeing Cindy struggle with her tight jeans. There's just something about that little ass-cocking dance required to push a nice butt into tight jeans that turns me on. Probably the lack of panties made the effort a little more difficult. It was a shame she'd tucked them into her back pocket on the way out the door.

I got up from the couch to switch off the camera when a body popped onto the screen. It was her! I hadn't dreamed it. The deep, emerald eyes were the same ones that held me prisoner. The full swelling hips were the same that cradled me after that fantastic orgasm. The same large nipples peeked through the long, dark red tresses.

The woman walked toward the camera with the same sensuous stride that seemed to make her whole body plead for sex. She stopped and said, "Remember tonight, Gary. Remember Dierdre."

After the camera recorded her walking to the side, the TV screen turned black. I knew Trixie would never appreciate Dierdre, so I rewound the VHS tape and erased her. The tape from the camera went into my dresser drawer.

I walked up the steps of Trixie's apartment building at quarter to six that afternoon. Our secret ring on the bell button was three short and one long, Morse code for "V", and our inside joke for "vice". The electric lock clicked and I let myself in. Trixie lived on the second floor, and in a matter of twenty five steps, and a few yards of hallway, I was standing outside the door of two twenty six. Three more shorts and another long announced that I had arrived.

Trixie answered the door, and gave me a little kiss in the hallway. She whispered, "Thank God you're here. She's driving me nuts". Then in a louder voice "Hi Gary. Come on in. Mom's anxious to meet you." She turned toward the kitchen. "Mom, Gary's here."

I'd always liked Trixie's apartment. The living room windows faced West, and by this time of day, there was usually a nice sunset framed in the white lacy curtains. The sunset was there, as usual, but I was not at all prepared for the woman who walked from the kitchen and stood in silhouette against the blazing colors.

She was definitely not the middle aged woman I had been expecting. Her well-fitted short black dress flattered every curve of the ripe figure. The velvet was cut low in front to reveal a deep notch of tanned cleavage. Black nylon sheathed nice legs and accented the slender curves of her calves. The black heels completed the picture of sensuality.

The smile beamed at me like a spotlight. Her black, shoulder length hair framed a pretty face with bright blue eyes sparkling with life.

"Gary. It's so nice to finally meet you. Trixie has told me so much that I feel I've known you for a long time."

Katie walked toward me and extended her hand. The handshake was firm. Katie looked me up and down in seeming appraisal. She locked onto my eyes and held me mental captive for a few seconds. There was fire in those blue eyes.

"Trixie picked herself a good looking guy, Gary."

"Thanks, Mrs. Mason. It's nice to meet you too.."

"Now, you just call me Katie. I don't want to hear any of that Mrs. Mason stuff. Tim and I are divorced, so I'm not a Mrs. anymore. I'm just Katie. Besides, the Mrs. thing makes me feel old and I'm not old yet." She winked at me. "I'm just getting started."

Katie looked at Trixie and then back to me.

"You better treat him right, Trix, or I'm liable to steal him."

"Mom, honestly. You'll scare him to death, talking like that."

"No, I'm not scared. Your Mom's a nice looking woman." I gave Trixie a little hug. "I think I'll stay with you, though."

Katie laughed. "Well, at least you didn't tell me I looked like Trixie's sister. That's what one of her old boyfriends told me. Trix, you remember him don't you? That little dorky guy who kept trying to take off your bra. What was his name? Jason? Jacob? Something like that."

"Mom!"

"Oh, shush. Gary needs to know all about you if you're going stay together, don't you Gary?'

Dinner was pretty good. The meat loaf was really soy protein, and didn't taste like beef, but it didn't taste bad either. Being a bachelor meant most of my meals started out frozen, so maybe I wasn't a fair judge. Trixie kept making faces at me whenever Katie wasn't looking. We retired to the living room with peppermint tea.

"So, Gary, how was your Halloween? Did your friends get their succubus?"

I looked at Trixie. She just shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't think it would hurt to tell Mom."

"Not exactly. I don't think they really thought they would."

"How about your plan? Did you scare them?"

"Oh yeah. The last time I saw them they were running out the door. I can hardly wait to show them the tape."

"Ah, Trix said you were going to tape it. Bring it with you?"

Actually, I had brought the tape. It was in the car. I wasn't sure Trixie's mother would appreciate the content. "Well, yes, but it's a little..., well the spell said they had to take off their clothes and then -"

"Now Gary, I lived in a commune, remember? A few naked bodies aren't going to make me blush. Go get your tape and let's see how you did."

I was pretty embarrassed through the whole thing. I mean, you don't just meet your girlfriend's mother and then show her a videotape of a bunch of people laying on blankets and whacking off. Trixie tried hard to stifle the laughter, but seeing Jack and Tony forced a few giggles. Katie had no such inhibitions.

"Hmmm, nice looking guys. Oh, the girls are nice too, but the guys are so..., giggle, hard. The shorter one there, with the stupid smile, what's his name, Tony? He looks like he's trying to mash potatoes with that little thing. And the other looks like he's trying to pull it and make it longer..., not that he needs to."

I got applause from both for my sound effects and the white vapors. Katie choked on her tea when the dressing frenzy started.

"Did you see that? When Jack zipped up his jeans, he must have caught himself in the zipper. Just look at that face. God, that had to hurt. Maybe his girl will kiss it and make it feel all better."

"Mom!"

"Now Trix, we're all adults here, and don't tell me you've never done that. Gary's grinning like a fox, and that tells me you have."

The tape ran out and I shut off the VCR.

"Is that the end?"

"Yeah, they ran out and drove away. Why?"

"Oh, I just thought there might be more. I wish I'd been there. Well, Trix, Honey, I need to be on my way. I have to see six people tomorrow."

We walked her to the car.

"Well, Gary, it was nice to meet you. I'll have to visit more often, now that I know Trix has such a great looking guy. You take good care of her, OK?"

Katie gave Trixie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You practice those special exercises like I taught you. You'll like what they do for you; Gary is going to love you for them."

"Mom, is nothing secret to you!"

Katie shook my hand, then said, "Oh, what the hell", and gave me a hug too. We waved good-bye as her car sped down the street. I slipped my arm around Trixie's waist and we walked back inside. I helped her clean up the dishes and then made myself another cup of peppermint tea. It tasted pretty good, actually, but it was going through me faster than the black beer from the Turk's Head. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was drying my hands when I saw the red wig in the box on the toilet tank. I carried it into the living room.

"Trixie, when did you buy a red wig?"

"Oh, shit, that's Mom's. She always leaves something when she visits. She'd forget her own ass if it wasn't attached."

"She wears a wig?"

"Yeah, she was in her red-haired vixen look last night when she went to buy the peppermint tea. She's got a bunch of colors. Would you believe she even has different colors of contact lenses? She gets a kick out of watching men watch her." She sighed. "My mother has become a slut in her old age."

"Wanting to change her look hardly qualifies her as a slut."

"Oh, that's not all. Gary, all that woman thinks about is sex."

"She seemed about like any other Mom, to me. Maybe a little more forward about sex than some, but pretty normal really. I think she's a lot like you, or rather, you're a lot like her."

"If I'm as horny at forty-three as she is, you're gonna have your work cut out for you. I told you about the cucumbers, didn't I? Well, this weekend I've also learned that crooked neck squash are great for g-spot stimulation, kiwi fruit juice helps eliminate shaving bumps, and that those nipple pumps really will make your nipples bigger. God, Gary. Can you believe she actually showed me? They're huge. You should have seen the bra she had on. It was gold metallic, and didn't even cover up those huge nipples. They stuck out over the top. She says men almost drool when she wears that one."

I was getting that same feeling of curious dread as when it's pretty certain I've dumped a test. It's that intense desire to read the grade lists mixed with the fear of learning what I already know.

"Trixie, how much did you tell your Mom about Blackburn House?"

"Oh, just that the guys were going to call up succubi and the girls incubi, and that you were going out to scare them. Oh, and she'd never heard of the place and asked where it was. Why?"

"Oh, I was just curious. She seemed to enjoy the tape so much. By the way, where'd she find the peppermint tea? This stuff is pretty good, even if it does go through you quicker than beer."