Archive-name: Fantasy/dracula.txt
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Archive-title: D is for the Dick of Dracula


When I was just a mere co-ed in college, I lived in a suite with eleven
of the hottest girls that might exist today.  Aside from our common
sexual interests, these were also some of the loveliest and most
desirable women on campus.

Thinking back on those days, our lives seemed largely consumed with the
planning of parties, primarily designed to top anything that we had
previously done.  And, as you might guess, these events received great
publicity and were well attended.

One of our favorite affairs was the masquerade ball.  And for this
particular night we had decided to require a very special dress code in
order to enter the confines of this wild surrounding.

The girls of Suite B debated as to what would be the most seductive and
sensual attire for all of us to wear.  After great fanfare, it was
agreed that the time had come to show off our sexy bodies, if not to
the world, then to a major portion of the campus.  And, since it was
our party, we felt committed to set the standard in the regard.

Masquerade night arrived with the twelve of us clad in pasties and
grass hula skirts, no panties.  I, for one, felt at least slightly
uncomfortable in this garb until the fourth drink of the evening began
to take effect.

"This might be taking things too far", I thought, even for a very Hot
Puss like me.  The pasties barely covered my nipples.  I pulled my long
waist length chestnut hair to cover the base of my breasts, feeling
more like Lady Gadiva than a Hula Dancer.

When I walked, I felt the roughness of the grass skirt brush up against
my then full bush.  The grass tickled my pussy hair.  I could feel
myself begin to get wet.

The seductiveness of these outfits, soon to be seen by 500 people, was
particularly apparent when I looked at my suite mates.  The outline of
each ass left little to the imagination, and sometimes flashed when
their skirts swayed.  The color of each triangle could be seen through
the breaks of grass.

People began to pile into the small suite in droves.  Obviously all the
stores had sold out of make-up, which now covered our guests from top
to bottom.  In fact, make-up was the only thing that one woman wore,
with rainbows covering her face, her firm breasts, her shaven puss,
curvacious ass and long slender legs.  Definitely the most outstanding
rainbow that I had ever see.

I walked into my own room to touch-up my red painted lips.  I was now
perfectly at home in my red pasties after numerous rum and cokes.  I
took out the lipstick and began to hum the song blasting in the other
room.

Suddenly, I felt someone else's presence.  I looked up into the right
into the face of Dracula.  I jumped back startled.  His make-up was so
expertly done, gray hollow eyes, black skeleton-like cheeks, black
painted lips.  He wore a long black cape that touched the floor. 
Nothing underneath.

"What a great costume", I said, still shaken by his sudden presence.  I
searched his face, attempting to discover his identity.  His make-up
was so wonderful that I literally had no idea.

His only response was to pick me up in his strong arms and carry me
over to my bed.  He gently put me down and lowered his black lips upon
me.  I tried to tell him that the door was open leading right to the
packed party but he paid no attention.  His mouth continued to learn of
mine, his tongue darted toward mine, never uttering a word.

I began to feel tremendously hot from these seductive, passionate
kisses.  There was something incredibly seductive about the prospects
of making love to the likes of Dracula, not knowing if he was good or
evil.

As his black painted lips continued to cover mine, I felt his hand
begin to circle my breast, first one then the other.  Then he carefully
removed my pasties which barely covered my nipples.  Soon his lips are
on my neck.  My body shakes with an uncontrollable chill.  Dracula
exists only in fiction, or does he?

His tongue followed my cleavage.  He began to stroke the outer contours
of my breasts, gently lapping at my nipples, making them rock hard in
his mouth.  With one hand circling my breast, the other made its way to
my slender waistline.  I felt the juices of my pussy begin to flow more
intensely, knowing that his strong hands would soon be exploring me.

In one motion, Dracula picked me up and rested me perpendicular on the
bed.  He massaged my legs while, at the same time, pushed the curtain
of my grass skirt to each side.  My pussy is now completely bare.

I try to tell him that there are people right outside the door.  He
ignores me.

My mysterious friend raises my legs into a V, silently instructing me
to grab onto them.  He is so confident, so self-assured, that I
reluctantly comply, conscious that any passerby will also see the most
intimate regions of my pussy.

As I pull my legs to my breasts, I feel my pussy begin to open.  I
notice that for the first time, Dracula smiles as he witnesses my
unbarring.

His fingers begin to dance on the tips of my unshaven hair.  Starting
at the top of my slit, his tongue gives my pussy long, gentle strokes
that end at the crack of my ass.  His finger massages my entry and soon
is deep inside me.  Black painted lips search for my clit, hard as it
has ever been.

I am now the hottest Hula Dancer this side of Hawaii.  His agile arms
turn me over on my hands and knees as he points my firm ass to the
ceiling, facing towards the door.  He teases my pussy with his rock
hard cock, from the top of my clit, to my rosy asshole, in search of
the hills and valleys at all points in between.

My lips glisten from my own wetness.  His cock rocks back and forth, in
and out of my pussy lips then on to my ass.  It is as though Dracula is
testing, debating about which hole is ripe enough to enter.

Suddenly, I feel Dracula slide his way inside my pussy.  My muscles
immediately tighten around him.  I begin to scream in ecstasy now that
his toy has finally found a home.

He enters me so slowly, going up only ever so slightly.  He waits to
feel my walls contract around him before he gives me more.

Dracula's fingers stroke my ass, still wet from my own juices.  A
finger begins to penetrate my hole, causing me to climax on his cock
inside.  He fills me up then slowly withdraws to the point of almost
pulling out.  As he enters me again, my pussy and ass lock on to him,
wishing that he would remain there forever.

Suddenly, he pulls away completely.  "Dracula!, anyone can see me", I
whisper, silently wishing that someone would.  But now his hot tongue
is on my tiny asshole while he fucks my pussy with his finger.  Waves
of orgasm descend upon me again.

Dracula's cock penetrates my ass this time.  He has prepared me well so
I readily let him in.  He holds my hips and begins to fuck me
frantically...  His balls pound my pussy with vengeance.  He is so
hard...  his fucking is wild! My body shakes from the power of him.  I
am crazy for him...  Now it is my fingers which vibrate my pussy.  I
come all over them as he fills my ass with all of his warmth.

I collapse on my bed, never again to doubt the legend of Dracula.
I turn around to tell him so but he is gone.  Instead, my eyes fall
upon the beautiful rainbow...

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