This is a story of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real sprightliness, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all variety of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I aspiration of Demie 3 - Thinking With the ill-timed Head ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I pipe dream of Demie :

Hi, my epithet 's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex ogre from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life-time, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The other night Demie killed a girl while we were having a threesome. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a breaking ball and Demie, shapeshifted to look like Jessica Alba, took out a bunch of rockers that were giving us trouble. She can ready herself look ( and feel ) like any girlfriend I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

tec sergeant Dianna sheepman looked at the circuit card again, as she had done every workday, multiple times a day, since the third missing persons report came in. The tally was now six missing hoi polloi in six days. icon of all those the great unwashed were on the board.

If there had been any real connection between those the great unwashed there would have been red string going to and from the pushpin holding the picture show on the corkboard, but early than the fact that they all lived in the metropolis, there was no connection ... none at all !

Early last Monday morning a poodle dragging a leash had been found in the park. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the owner of said poodle, was nowhere to be found.

Bob Perkins, age 34, a high up wheeling banker, had gone to the cap of his office edifice for a Mary Jane Monday afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home, also last Monday good afternoon. His neighbors had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Friday afternoon. He lived alone so he could have disappeared at any point from Friday to Monday, but he was the third reported missing person.

Siobhan ( say Shi-vahn ) Mullins, age 13, had disappeared while walking to her admirer 's theatre Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her care home plate Thursday even. In the morning she was gone. The older cleaning woman was sick-abed, so could not take wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the dayspring was a smelly peck left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with other underage friend and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten wino after using their fake IDs to get into a retro 70 's disco just last night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to investigate. The law commissioner was getting pressure level from the media coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a serial ... what ... murderer ? Kidnapper ? There were no ransom money notes, so murder seemed likely, though there were no preindication of a struggle at any of the offense sites.

*Was* there a connexion ? So many disappearances in so short-change a clip ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of exposition for a sex story ! You 'd think I was trying to drop a line a plot or something ... I 'll try to celebrate us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new couch. Well, in my incubus she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the electric shock of seeing that.

After having breakfast I brushed my dentition and then headed out the door. I needed to run around or something to get this pent-up nervous vigor out. As I stepped out my apartment door I bumped into a charwoman in a tight pinko jersey and Negroid yoga pants, a neighbor from down the hall, a single mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in skillful conformation for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together toilsome and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite conclusion now and I could smell her aroma and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide gorgeous jet oculus framed by her shoulder length brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to hook out of my point that I liked this lady so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to have another fantasy fulfilled ! Fool me once, pity on you ... fool me twice, disgrace on me ! I knew her game.

I gave her a dazzling smile, playing along. `` Hi, I 'm Tom ... can I pastime you in a cup of coffee bean ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to pass off Sir Thomas More heavily. I helped her to stick out back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unsteady, `` I have to get back to my daughter ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a warm cup would be nice. I 'm Erica. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my lieu and closed the doorway behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga pants that I had noticed many meter before.

She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her lower lip as her optic roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite spectacular now through her tight jersey. There would be no coffee. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so horny ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and sports bra. I dived into those fantastic dummy, nibbling and sucking at the large nipples. She fell back onto the redact and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange G-string panties came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the other leg 's ankle. I was impressed at how Demie could cook parts of her body look like clothing, but of course those parts had to rest connect to the rest of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my cock. Erica's/Demie 's trimmed pussy was visibly wet so I did n't take to go down on her for lubrication. She watched with undisguised lust as I slowly sunk the head of my rooster into her hot cunt. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt different from Demie 's infernal vagina, a trivial looser but surfactant, and certainly not as hot, temperature Stephen Samuel Wise, and I again marveled at how she could puddle herself an precise copy of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal shape and musculature. I knew this was exactly how it would own felt to take in sex with the real Erica, and it just turned me on more !

I pulled back and pushed in harder. `` true heath '' groaned, looking up at my font adoringly. fountainhead done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost consider this was actually my neighbor.

On my third base get-up-and-go I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to suck on those magnificent boob again as I started to get a rhythm method going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her articulatio coxae at me as she softly groaned. I could feel her puss throbbing around my shaft. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a hold of her tone up legs and pulling them twin with my chest so her groundwork were up by my head. I then grabbed her speed thighs and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

'' Oh God ... '' she groaned. That should experience clued me in right there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would bear been helping my nous oeuvre good was making my cock super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to plough around. I managed to get my tool back into her easily and we fucked doggie style. I made for sure to commute the slant of my penetration so as to hit her g-spot often. I could finger her pussy start to grip my cock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one hand I shoved her face into the cushions of the couch as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the inscrutable penetration. I could try her trying to call out something, muffled by the shock, but by this point I did n't care ... she had killed Jessi and I had her at my mercy because she did n't have it off that I knew it was really her. I was going to enjoy my temporary supremacy of her.

I thrust one final time and started to brag my load deep inside her. I heard `` Erica '' yelping, and then I could find her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her pussy sinew urging even more sperm out of my balls to surface her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Erica/Demie, shaking, my sperm dripping from her pussy, took a few minutes to retrieve. She then turned around and snuggled up to me !

This was weird, so I looked at her, confused. That was when she kissed me, on the mouth !

I almost had a conniption fit, thinking I was going to die, my soulfulness sucked out through the candy kiss ! I pulled back, staring at her. She looked frightened and confused.

She stammered, `` I 'm sorry ... you do n't like kissing on the mouth ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of affair before, after just meeting individual ... but you smelled so undecomposed ... I had to have you. ``

Smelled dear ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie the night before. When THE real number erica had bumped into me in the hall she had gotten a whiff of Demie 's sex secretion, still on my cock and typeface, and that stuff was more effective than Spanish Fly !

I had then taken the single mom neighbor into my apartment and fucked her empty-headed, after just meeting her ! I looked at her yoga pants and underclothing on the floor, definitely no longer touching her skin. She was n't Demie. But ...

'' You smelled like sulfur, '' I said, looking at her accusingly.

She was even more than confused now. `` I had just taken out the garbage. Some of my testis had gone bad and they were stinking up my stead, '' she answered.

I sat there, stunned. I did n't know what to do.

She had already pulled her variation bra and shirt back down over her wonderful breasts and had grabbed her thong. As she slipped it back on she said, `` speaking of ball ... um ... this was actually a bad prison term to suffer bareback sex. I tried to tell you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her face into the sofa. I felt sick.

She looked disturbed, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unexplainable flavour on my human face ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you know, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to yield me a peck on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one last confused, hurt looking at as she closed the door behind her.

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tec Sergeant Dianna Shepherd continued her probe. Jessi Bayfield seemed to birth been simply a normal girl who liked to company with her protagonist and went to the local anesthetic college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of town weeks ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the picture of the teenager again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would experience fucked a hot young redhead like that in a moment if she had had the chance.

She shook her head. She had n't gotten some in a patch and got horny sometimes.

tec Sergeant Aaron Bilson poked his promontory into her elbow room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

She sighed. Once the male cops had figured out she was a lesbian that was their usual nickname for her. She never let them know it bothered her, though. She smiled at him. `` Yeah, Aaron ? ``

He stepped in. `` Did ya get a line the scuttlebutt ? A black'n white got called to some bar in conclusion night, and the bartender swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker gang ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his bridge player, two fingers up. `` Scout 's honor ! The hospital confirmed three burly biker types were treated for injuries final stage nighttime, but those guys are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her promontory. With the bum that had been burned alive a week ago ( Bilson 's eccentric ), the disappearances, and now this, this Town was getting really weird, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the strange old book he had picked up at the flea market. Within the ledger were esoteric committal to writing that spoke of power to those who dared to break the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to mobilise an infernal handmaid to do his bidding. There were many Sir Frederick Handley Page torn out but this one while remained.

Over the adjacent couple of hebdomad he returned to the book to review the details of the piece over and over. What he had first thought to be some crank writer 's ramblings made more and more gumption every time he read it.

A hebdomad later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill someone to power the enchantment. His life was okay but not big. A demonic servant to do his bidding would piddle his aliveness awesome ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...