Friday, January 10, 2014

Cock and Bull: The Family Test

My Friday Frights: The theme this month is witches. I hope this is satisfactory.

*WARNING: Adult content. 




Bridget smiled coyly at the man-boy sitting across the table from her. She laughed at the joke he told and then licked her lips slowly while she rubbed her foot along the side of his leg. He took a drink of his beer, never taking his eyes off of her. Her foot continued up and then she pushed between his knees and pressed against his hardening cock.

“Do you want to get out of here?” She asked.

He scooted his chair back and followed her towards the exit, and why wouldn’t he, she was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She even had a small mole next to her lip, like the super model, Cindy Crawford.

“Wait… Jim, where are you going?” His brother took hold of his arm and pulled him back. Darrel looked at Jim hard and then back at the woman he was getting ready to leave with. Then he pointed to a corner table where a group of women were sitting. One of them was crying. The others were all looking at Jim, their faces angry. “You came with Tammy. Remember?”

“Oh… “ Jim hesitated, seeing the tears in Tammy’s eyes. They had come here to celebrate their engagement.

“Jim?” Bridget’s voice was questioning. Surely he wasn’t going to change his mind. She crooked her finger at him and he began to move towards her…

“Tell her I’m sorry,” Jim said, pulling out of Darrel’s grasp. “You’ll take her home, right?”

“What do you mean, you’re sorry?” Darrel stepped around, blocking Jim. “You can’t just leave like this… you can’t be dumping Tammy, not for that… that haggish looking woman.”

Jim didn’t even answer his brother. He stepped around Darrel and took hold of Bridget’s hand. His cock throbbed with anticipation of her touching him when they were alone. He could hear Darrel yelling at him and Tammy’s sobs tore at his heart, he did love her, but there was a connection with Bridget he’d never had with her. How could they be so selfish to want to deny him that?

“This way.” Bridget led him down the street and then guided him into a side alley.

He looked around confused. “What are we doing here?”

She didn’t answer, dropping to her knees and letting her mouth show him her intent. Jim gasped as her lips closed around him and she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and his fingers gripped her hair and he guided her head, trying to control the rhythm as he bucked against her face. He came quickly. His seed washed down her throat and she swallowed, greedily. Then he felt strands of her hair pull loose and he opened his eyes, horrified. He must have lost control, yanked too hard… but the woman looking up at him wasn’t Bridget, it was an old woman, her hair balding, with scabs on her head.

She smiled at him, with a row of rotting teeth and cackled as he stumbled backwards. Jim looked around while he fumbled with his pants, trying to pull them up.

“Where do you think you’re going, lover?” The woman advanced towards him while he continued to back away, until he felt a wall against his back. Her hand, wrinkled and pocked by liver spots shot out and grabbed hold of his member, stroking the flaccid penis until it began to grow hard once again. “We aren’t finished.”

“There’s been a mistake…”

“No mistake, Old Bridget wants what you have and she will not be denied.”

“Bridget? NO… you aren’t her…”

But then the old woman’s face changed again and she was young once more, the woman of his dreams. Dumfounded, he didn’t resist when she guided him to the ground. He didn’t notice the foul stench of the alley, nor the questionable fluid that he was lying in. Bridget climbed on top, guiding him into her. He stared up at her face horrified as the old woman appeared again, her features constantly changing from those of Bridget, to the old hag, back to Bridget. When he came again, her features changed again, as his dick fell out of her and he cried for mercy when he saw the new appearance… a red faced creature with horns jutting out of his forehead. The beast stood over him rubbing his engorged phallus with claw like hands. Jim’s eyes bulged. Scrambling backwards, he looked past the creature, hoping for escape and then the beast  grabbed him and flipped him onto his belly.

“My turn,” the creature laughed.

***
“I can’t believe Jim let you,” Darrel said, holding Tammy against him. It had been a month since he’d left, and as angry as he was with his brother, Darrel couldn’t help but feel pleased that he and Tammy had grown closer. His phone rang and he reached over Tammy’s naked body and picked up the receiver.

“Help me.”

Darrel pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it and then put it back. “Jim, is that you.”

“You have to help me. I’ve escaped… but they’ll find me.”

“Who will find you? Jim, are you on drugs?”

“No! They’re coming now. Darrel, there’s no place to hide… They want you too.”

“I don’t know where you are, or what you are talking about,” Jim said, growing angry, “but you should know, Tammy and I will be getting married. Your loss.”

“Tammy, no! She’s one of them.”

“What are you talking about?”

On the other end of the line, Jim thought furiously. He’d seen Tammy a few times. She came and went, hell being her home. She laughed when he’d begged her to take him with her when she’d left that first time.

“You were so happy to abandon me… go with my sister. Break my heart… you failed the test. I would have given you anything you wanted, if you had just resisted her charms.”

Jim told this to Darren.

“You have lost your mind. You really do need help.” Darren hung up the phone and wrapped his arms back around his fiancĂ©.

“Who was that?” Tammy asked.

“Jim. You wouldn’t believe the cock and bull story he just tried to tell me.”

“Tammy kissed Darren and then smiled. Her hand strayed down Darren’s stomach and then between his legs. “Speaking of cock and bull…”

“We don’t have time for that,” Darren laughed, “but I wish we did. I’m to meet your sister tonight, remember?” He paused, a worried expression crossing his face. “I hope she likes me.”

“I’m sure she will.” Tammy kissed him and then climbed out of bed and started to get dressed. “It’s my brother you need to worry about.”

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