This is a narrative of cursory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real number life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted infant, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 2 - A New Couch ( MF, con )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I Dream of Demie :

Hi, my epithet 's Tom. I killed a man to rally a sex demon from snake pit. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my lifespan, stays with me, and occasionally we have unbelievable sex.

Tonight she brought this hot chick abode and we totally had a ternion ... then she killed her.

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I sat there, shocked, my lap covered in feces, urine, and what was left of the seminal fluid from my coming a few seconds ago, staring at the absolutely organic structure of the previously hot Aythya americana lying beside me. Only seconds before we had been fucking and then ... then ...

I closed my eyes. I will never forget how the poor people girl felt on my cock as Demie kissed her, Jessi 's body going into orgasmic shock as her someone was sucked out of her mouth. Her pussy had gripped my penis like a vise, making my climax almost painful. Truth to recount, it had felt incredible.

Then Jessi had gone slack and my peter was embedded in dead meat. Unlike in the flick, idle bodies give up their dissipation because their inner muscularity are no longer holding that crap in, hence the mess I was in now, figuratively and literally.

I looked at Demie over my shoulder. She was still naked but she had reverted to her demonic sort, horns protruding from her forehead above a nerve that was still a combination of Janis Joplin, Demi Henry Moore and my ex-girlfriend Laura. Despite how sexy the succubus looked, my stopcock was done for the dark ... possibly forever.

'' How could you do that do her ? '' I asked. `` She trusted you ! ``

Demie cocked one eyebrow, another mannerism the telepathic ogre must induce picked up from the range of a function of Laura in my nous. `` hi ? ! daimon ! I need to eat, booby. Speaking of which ... ''

She came around the couch and approached Jessi 's consistency. `` This might postulate some metre, '' she said, and as I watched Demie 's jaw unhinged, allowing her mouth to open wide-eyed, encompassing than any human 's could. The aphrodisiacal demon with the now monstrous case pulled Jessi 's head into that gaping maw. Demie 's neck bulged as the all in girl 's red hair vanished down her gullet and her shoulders reached Demie 's mouth. Again her jaw extended to accommodate, and the shoulder joint went in.

I rushed to the lav and barfed into the toilet. I could hear the fracture of bones from the aliveness elbow room. I stumbled into the shower.

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An minute later I emerged from the bathroom, scrubbed raw. I doubted I 'd ever get Jessi 's diddly-squat smell off of me, though there was no chance any was actually still on me.

Demie was gone, as were Jessi 's clothes and body. My sofa was a lost cause. I wrapped the cushions in cellophane and managed to get the cast down the elevator by myself to drop the whole mountain off by the garbage downstairs. If anyone asked I would severalize them I was incontinent from the flu. I had barfed, after all.

I could n't slumber that night. Would I ever sleep again ?

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The side by side cockcrow I went out shopping for a new lounge. I found a nice one at a second hand store and they said they would drive home it in the afternoon. As I exited the storehouse into the stale wintery air I noticed the church across the street.

I never really believed in God, but I had a freaking demon from infernal region staying with me ! If there 's a the pits, does n't that mean there has to be a Heaven ? And God is always unattackable than the devil, right ?

I crossed the street and went up to the steps of the church. When I tried to put my foot on the first whole tone ... I could n't. I just did n't need to. I mean, I wanted to, but then I did n't need to just I was about to displace my ft. I could get no closer to the church.

Demie had said my soulfulness was hers. I was damned ... I could n't enroll holy place primer !

I wanted to call out to anyone in the church building who could hear me ... then, again, I did n't want to. Argh !

Finally, I walked away. I would find no succor there.

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I found a poorly bar that opened early and drank myself silly. By the time I got base it was ahead of time afternoon. I flopped onto my bed and napped.

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The buzzing of the intercommunication system woke me up. Oh shit, the new couch ! I rushed out and let the speech guys in. The new sofa fit nicely where the old one had been.

I sat on it, feeling the unfamiliar material of the sidearm. It was different enough from the old one that it would n't lend back the memory of Jessi when I was sitting on it, but a couch is a cast, y'know ? I was sad.

Fuck it, I said to myself, time for more boozing. I downed a bottle of water and a multi-vitamin, and then headed back to that lousy bar.

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I was working on leveling up my drink science from Sloshed to Pickled when the little girl came up and sat following to me at the bar. I looked over and ... holy place shit ! Jessica fucking Alba ! She smiled that gorgeous Jessica Alba smile at me.

'' Hey, '' she said, `` what ya drinkin'? ``

I looked at my glass. I had stopped choosing my own drink at some point in time, telling the barkeeper to indulge himself and get originative. `` Uh ... I think it 's bitters and antifreeze. ``

'' Ha ! '' she laughed, and signaled the bartender for the same.

The barkeep gave a duplicate take as he realized who he was serving. `` On the family, '' he said, nodding.

She gave him a gorgeous smile as well, sipping her drunkenness. She returned her gaze to me.

I looked her up and down. She was wearing tight denim, cowboy thrill and a tight white T-shirt. I was recalling that she had worn something exchangeable in one of her motion picture, though I could n't recall which one. She was a knockout.

If I had n't been drunk I would birth realized what was going on, but I was rapidly approaching Pickled.

She was still looking at me. I was about to ask Ms. Alba what a prissy girl like her was doing in a place like this, all Bogey style, but then a boastfully wall in the form of a man was suddenly between us, his ass in my face.

'' Hey child, '' the tumid biker dude said to Jessica, leaning against the bar. `` Buy you a potable ? ``

'' No thanks, '' I heard her say. `` I 'm having a conversation here. ``

'' Sure you are, sister ... with me. Hey, I loved you in that Sin City movie. ``

That was the movie I was trying to recall ! Thanks man-mountain ! I downed the rest of my drink. charge UP ! I had achieved Pickled.

I stood up, putting my hand waaay up on the guy 's shoulder joint. `` Hey buddy, the daughter was talking to me. ``

You know those cartoon when Bugs bunny girl or whoever encounters somebody so big that they have to crane their neck and there 's this fisheye lens issue so the guy looks 20 feet improbable ? It may suffer been the hard drink, but I swear that was what happened as the dude turned toward me. The guy 's bald-pated head, way up in the raftsman of the bar, looked down on me with sunglasses and a big, shaggy-coated red handlebar mustache.

From out of the moustache came the words, `` piece of tail off, pissant. '' The finish word rained spittle down on my typeface. Then he turned back away from me.

'' Hey ! '' I yelled, stepping back from the bar so I was to the man-mountain 's side.

I could almost listen the audio of a tree falling as he slowly turned toward me again. His arm came up in a fist ... through the booze haze I realized I had made a horrible error and closed my optic and held my breath.

I waited ... nothing.

I opened my middle. Jessica Alba had come between us and was holding the guy 's wrist in a tight grip. The guy was obviously shocked that she was able to barricade him mid-swing.

It only took him a moment, though, and his early arm came up to bat her away. Only ... he missed. She ducked under the cuff, pulling the arm she already had a handle of punishing and threw him over her shoulder and onto a board. Luckily it was empty, as his weight broke it into flinders and the whole thing crashed to the ground.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

'' Pilates, '' she said for explanation, and turned as his three sidekick rushed us from the pool tabulate area.

After `` Jessica '' had rabbit punched the first reinforcement in the stomach and connected a kick to the moment one 's face that could possess come from a horse, the 3rd one ran out the gage door. As drunkard as I was, I finally figured out what was going on. We left quickly.

We ran and she pulled me into an alleyway a few blocks later. I recognized it ... the one where I had burned the bum alive to cite her a week ago. Police taping was hanging from the wall. Had the police investigated it as a murder ?

She pulled me to the wall, her back to it. She looked into my eyes as she started to unfasten my belt and deplumate down my zip. I could reek her swoon native sulphur aroma. My shaft was getting hard, fast.

'' Demie, '' I murmured.

'' Fuck me, '' Demie with Jessica Alba 's face commanded. Her clothes vanished and a naked movie whizz was pulling my concentrated cock to her pussy.

I took her, there against the wall, right on the spot where I had immolated a man whose only crime was having no plate of his own. I nibbled her neck and ear lobe, making for certain not to kiss her lips. Her kitty palpate different and I wondered if she had actually managed to completely become Jessica Alba physically. That I was actually fucking a double-dyed written matter of the sexy actress only excited me more, and in my inebriated state of matter I did n't finally long, blowing my cargo inside her hot pussy.

As I pulled away Demie/Jessica said, `` I have n't cum yet, stud poker. '' Then she pushed my pass down to her privates. I could see my cum dripping from the unfamiliar but gorgeous twat before me. I did n't want to ...

She pulled my human face to her pussy and I had no choice ; she was too substantial ! I licked at her button and pussy lips, slurping up my semen as I went. I 'd tried tasting my own cum when I was young ( have n't we all ? ), but never liked it ... too salty ... but I did my dependable. Within a few moment I focused my tongue more on her button as I pushed two digit into her dripping twat. Within a pair to a greater extent moment I could hear her gasping and then her pussy gripped my finger as she orgasmed.

She held my arm as we walked back plate. She still looked like Jessica Alba, and we turned some principal as we went. `` I can do this for you anytime you, well, *I*, want, Tom, '' she said. `` I can go any woman you want. You can fuck anyone your lousy small nous can believe of. ``

My rooster stirred in my pants again as I thought about this. Anyone ? My mind reeled.

Her voice changed, seeming conversant. `` Anyone, Tommy. ``

I looked at her and saw ... my female parent ! She looked like she had in old pictures from back when she was my age. My cock shrivelled and I pulled back.

'' Just kidding, '' Demie chuckled, shifting back to her More familiar Janis/Demi/Laura man form with the tight jeans, half-top and sandals and taking my arm again. We moved on.

She looked at me. `` You 're upset about shoemaker's last night. ``

I looked at her. `` Yeah I 'm discompose ! You fucking killed -- ! '' I hushed up as we passed an honest-to-god couple, the husband swiveling his header as he went by to observe an eye on Demie, earning him a New York minute from Demie and a punch to the berm from his lady wife.

More quietly, I hissed to her, `` You killed Jessi ! You brought her house, she was nice, and you just KILLED her. ``

'' That is my nature, Tom. I need to eat to exist. I ca n't just block off being what I am. '' She looked at me squinty. `` Do n't you like what I can do for you ... *to* you ? Is it that much a monetary value to pay ? You only just met Jessi ; it 's not like she was your best friend. ``

I gulped. The last week had been unbelievable ; the most exciting time of my life. Could I go on living like this, knowing what she did ?

I sighed. I was already damned. In for a penny, in for a pound. `` Just ... do n't kill anyone while I 'm having sex with them, okay ? '' I asked.

'' Deal ! '' she yelled, bouncing up and down like a giggly schoolgirl with huge boobs, and the watchword echoed all along the street. I grabbed her hand and we hurried home.

I was totally wiped out so Demie tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead ( freaking me right out for a moment, but I did n't die ), and went back out.

As I lay there I wondered why she had kissed my os frontale. What did that mean ? Was she fucking with me again ?

I did n't have any reply, and sleep overtook me a few minutes later.

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I was sitting on my new couch when the front door opened and in walked Demie. Behind her came my mother and father, beaming.

'' Tommy ! '' Mom said, coming up and hugging me as I rose from the couch. `` I 'm so happy ! Finally you 've found a sound woman to take care of you. ``

'' Uh ... I ... what ... ? ``

Mom continued : `` Demie has been telling us all about her family. Such pedigree ! You 're marrying above your place, untried man. ``

'' Wait ... marriage ? But ... '' I stammered.

The doorway, still open up, admitted a very pregnant blonde char, Carrie from work ! `` But you have to splice me, Tom ! You knocked me up and my hubby left me ! What about the baby ? ! '' She caressed her very round tummy.

I heard grunting behind me. Dad and Demie were naked on my couch, him on top of her, fucking her.

'' Dad ! What the nooky ! '' I cried out.

My Dad quickly reached his release and Demie clamped her mouth to his as he came. He grunted loudly, his old body shaking as his soul was sucked out of his mouth. A moment later he collapsed, his dead body loosing all the shit he had been holding in, messing up my new couch just like my old one had been.

I collapsed to my human knee, crying.

Demie looked at me, nonplussed, my Dad 's beat body still on top of her, inside her. `` It 's just my nature, Tom. ``

And then I woke up.

To be continued ...