Halloween Erotica...
"Betty and the Cambion," a spooky sex story by Ralph Greco Jr.
Through the muted mauve tableau of stucco walls around her, Betty's bare feet paddled. Dressed only in a ruby-red, paper-thin sheath hanging from a wide collar, sides split from the neck to ankles; the cold October breeze cooled the sheen of sweat she wore in clutching anticipation, she found it a pleasant sensation. Hesitating on the Italian marble floor, the freckle-nosed girl stared down the hallway at her destiny. Through that solid blue door this eighteen-year-old college freshman would cross to become a woman of legend among her peers. And although she hoped she could break the pattern and actually remember this night, Betty feared she would love what happened to her as much as all her sisters before her, who had come home sore, branded (in body and mind) but unable to recall what transpired beyond that door.
*
The deep scream had reverberated in Betty's head for a month.
Julia's tape had been making the rounds for weeks through school, from freshman to seniors (though the older girls acted as if the secret of the Delino House could never entertain their "mature" sensibilities). Played nightly for rapt audiences, in dorms, over phone lines and even downloaded into e-mail, Julia Bents' secret recording of her "time in the room" kept every girl who heard it in a perpetual "state."
The lanky Julia, a junior at the private college, had secreted a mini-recorder into the Delino House under the flouncy flower-patterned skirt she had worn. Her plan had been to simply record what happened to her after she closed the blue door and face whatever it was all the girls before her had experienced but had not been able to remember.
After being picked up in the woods behind the Pizza Hut, as every one of the girls before her had, Julia produced her secret tape.
Of course Julie did not remember ever producing the animal screams and low mewing sounds heard on the tape, let alone could she recall activities that could have caused her to do so! As every one of the girls before her, Julia's only proof of her ordeal was the requisite nickel-sized scar dead center of her right buttock, a similar shape just over her right nipple and the deep aching sensation of having been filled with a cock the size of which she could never have imagined! This was the way it had been for each of the eight girls who had ventured into that room of the Delino House since the spring of 1998.
Julia was as addicted to her own oratory submission as her classmates, the lanky girl drove herself mad constantly listening to sounds of an ecstasy she could not remember.
The day Betty arrived was the very day the ambulance had come to 11 Norton Way to escort Julia from the dorm.
*
Man or beast, Betty Fect, for that was who she was, was going to find out tonight just what it was that was bequeathed this house of her uncle, the wily exiled Antony Fect Delino.
She was at the blue door now, wiping the palms of her hands on the material of the smock tickling over her knee. Despite her fear, Betty could still feel that dollop of wetness between her legs, see and feel her little nipples poking far out from under her sheath. There was a pull in her belly, a gestating coil of desire she couldn't ignore. Familiar only with clumsy rumblings in backseats, and family-room groping (and only with one boy, as a matter of fact), the Virginia native was rattled with how hot she was just standing here at the door. Betty suddenly stepped right up on tiptoe and pushed her wet pelvis into the fat doorknob!
Opening her sex, pressing her bulbing clitoris through her thin sheath dress until it flattened hard there, Betty was both amazed and unable to stop this sudden brazen masturbation; in fact she couldn't really be sure she wasn't dreaming. She had not heard of any of the other girls doing this (not that anyone would admit it), but Betty pushed and shucked until the sheath was sticking heavy to her front. Betty came with a shudder, standing on tip-toe, fucking the doorknob.
*
The Delino family had lived four generations in the red brick house until Antony Fect Delino, a distant cousin to the original owner and supposedly the only Delino living in the country now, donated the house to the college in the summer of 1995. The Delino family had amassed a sizable fortune, their money gaining the family both recognition and reputation on the east coast.
But the house fell to a strange state of stasis. Not actually in disrepair--college maintenance kept up appearances--the school didn't seem to want the place. It was rumored that the money that the Delinos had made, especially of late, had come from rather nefarious dealings (it was reported that Antony Fect Delino had to leave the country); the college grew skittish of such a questionable donation.
So the house stood quiet and uninhabited that year and the next.
Stories began to be hung on the quiet Tudor with the shuttered windows. Every new girl who passed through the tree-tunneled streets of the suburban Massachusetts college campus was treated to tall tales. In the fall of 1996 Delti Ti Delta, the premier sorority on campus, held their hazing ritual on the lawn of the Delino House, daring its new members to take a celebratory walk through the "haunted" house as a last pledge of allegiance.
These games stretched out over a year and half of school, but by the fall of that next year, after four school seasons of hazing, the sorority was tiring of their ritual. It was rumored that for the girls who had entered the house, both the pledges and older sorority sisters, the Delino place really spooked them. There was talk of feeling a presence in the house, as if the girls were being watched and it had been whispered, albeit only in passing, that more then one girl had felt "that way" when passing through the downstairs rooms.
The hazing of that fall took place on the front lawn of the Delino House and would be Delta's last one there.
*
"Shit!" Betty sighed.
Settling her breathing, letting the after-shock of the quick orgasm wash through her, Betty stood back and placed her hand on the now dewy doorknob.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Betty scolded silently, managing the single step, turning the knob and pushing the door in with no sound.
The room was devoid of smell and the only light poured in from the slat opening of the door. It was just an empty room in an old house with four high walls, a deep stained wood floor and the thick wood-beam ceiling that she had seen in the other rooms. The room had no windows, very much like a large walk-in closet: it really was just a room!
Her breasts ached with a heavy fullness. She didn't feel as frightened as she had when she walked down the hall--certainly not as loosed in abandon as she had with that damn doorknob!--but she was ill at ease with this heaviness in her chest. This dread both excited and scared her. As she took another step into the room she reached for and lifted the two thin parts of her sheath-dress up and off her voluptuous pale body.
*
It wasn't until the spring of 1998 that Patty Ebberts and her twin sister Rachel ventured into the house to find what really was, if anything, living there. Their vowed "scientific duty" (both girls were physics majors) was to dispel rumor and reputation. The girls went with video recorders and foodstuffs planning to sit the entire weekend.
Patty was first into the last room at the end of the hallway.
Rachel had turned away for the briefest of moments, and that damn blue door that Patty had just pushed open suddenly slammed shut! Rachel reported (and Rachel's would be the only true accounting) hearing Patty's guttural moans beyond what was suddenly a locked door!
Forgetting her video recorder (and some would later scold, her good common sense), Rachel was torn whether to run for help or stay...actually she couldn't move her feet for terror anyway! The thinner sister stood pulling and pounding for fifteen minutes, reluctantly recognizing in Patty's pleas--though Rachel would only ever admit this to Patty!--a sexual abandon so visceral Rachel grew so wet she believed she was pissing herself in fear! Thankfully, Patty's moaning subsided as quickly as it began and the single blue door swung open a smidgen for Rachel to dash to her sister's aid.
Rachel had stumbled into the darkness of what she could only describe as a small wood-floored room, and like her sister--and every other girl since--she had turned, as if under a spell, to close the door behind herself. The next thing Rachel knew she found herself in the Pizza Hut parking lot with no further memory of her time in that room. A weeping Patty was waiting on the gravel roadway to regale her brave sister with the same experience.
It wasn't until the next night when the twins noticed the scars on their right buttocks and over their left nipples that either girl would admit to the soreness in their vaginas. It was the cruelest of sexual temptation, for the girls to know, surmise and suppose, as if looking at a picture from only the corner of one's eye, that they had experienced a sensual realization that they would never fully recall and never relive.
A legend was born that night. When the report appeared on the Internet, Betty Fect knew when she could manage the grades, and the age, her fate would be sealed in the old house of her distant relative.
*
As her dress fell to the floor Betty felt a pushing deep in her belly, a yearning to turn and close the door. It was a palpable sense of wanting privacy, wanting to accept, wanting to be open and ready with her mind. She felt eyes watching her, inspecting her body, like electric tendrils tap-tap-tapping her skin. Her inner thighs were wet with the squish of the flood from her pulsating sex, her eyes were tearing. She felt a blood madness taking her, as if she was a thing of liquid, to be thirsted upon, drunk, and drowned in. She was frightened to her marrow by how much she wanted release.
There was a bulbous, pulsating cock just out of her reach...God, she could taste it! A live thing from the body that surrounded it; Betty actually brought her hands to her inner thighs and pried them apart as she stood there, imagining that thick phallus searching for her in this empty room. Like a fleshy worm periscope the picture she conjured in her mind was nearly comical if not so dangerously seductive. How can there be such power in the world? Betty ached to understand. One second she had been standing here naked, a little cold, but breathing steadily; now she was a girl unhinged!
She willed her thighs close, curled her hands into fists and moaned.
Could she keep that door behind her open much longer?
Opening her hands to her chest, Betty narrowed her gaze in the mottled dusk around her. She squeezed her breasts as if the action would both coax the creature that was here out of hiding, and bring to her a palpable physical sensation to match the supernatural desire that she felt. Arching her back, Betty threw her head back and grabbed each big breast in hand, smushing her diamond point nipples through her wide fingers, kneading her flesh.
"Feast," she said in her mind, knowing fully well this thing could hear her loud and true.
"Feast."
*
To attempt an outing, took as much guts as planning. The house was guarded well by a small, yet efficient college security contingent and it was only on those busiest of school nights, when extracurricular activities abounded, that a girl would even try to pass onto the Delino grounds. Julia had been the last, armed as she thought best with her recorder, but it had literally cost her her sanity. Whatever was in the house, whether experienced first hand, theorized about, even scoffed over, held the college in a mystery grip now.
Betty hoped that her lineage, her family history, would allow her an advantage over the situation that none of her sisters before her had possessed.
Betty's grand-momma couldn't be more specific but as those northeast Fect's always courted a slightly nefarious, smuggler's past...it was rumored Antony Fect's business dealings became more shady as they became more lucrative. The man had been described as odd to say the least, handsome to a fault, bearing some of the same strong facial beauty as Betty, with a thin nose, high cheekbones and dark deep-set almond-shaped eyes. But although women were attracted to the man he never took a wife and held no mistress for long enough for them to report much about his sexual proclivities.
No, Antony Fect Delino, it was said, was a man concerned only with money. It was even whispered among the family that the curly-haired man had made a pact with the devil to gain more of it.
Of course Betty's grand-momma didn't support such idle talk.
*
Pretty little one, close the door," the low liquid voice taunted from the dark center of the room.
At first Betty thought she was going to faint, but clutching her big breasts harder, in a mock-display of strength, she eased her breathing, quelled her fear and held onto the idea that even though she stood naked before this thing--which she had yet to accept truly as a thing--she would hold her ground! The young girl had what the wielder of this voice wanted, here deep between her wet legs, here in her heavy tits! She feared that sooner more then later she was going to give herself to that thick pulsing cock she could just about smell, the hot breath she could just about feel, the skill this thing possessed she was aching to know, but as of yet Betty had not closed that door behind her quivering ass!
Yes, Betty reasoned, her lineage might be allowing her these few extra moments a girl like Julia hadn't been privy to.
"Who are you?" Betty groaned through her thin grimace. She could actually feel her vagina parting as she stood there, her clitoris engorging; the thing was not touching her per se but her body reacted beyond reason. She held her chest tighter, the weight of her tits scaring her so much she feared that maybe they were even growing for this thing!
"I have no name," the thing teased and this time Betty was certain she felt the voice's cool breath tickle her belly. She leaned to the source in the center of the room.
"Close it," the male voice boomed and Betty even slightly turned to the door but stopped herself in time, stood straight up, grabbed each breast a bit harder so the pain pulled her back to what she was about.
"You cannot resist me forever," the thing said. "You need me."
"I don't need you," Betty tried, but even then she felt her will easing out of her, like steam from a kettle. God she wanted to lie down on the floor, feel the cold hard wood on her ass as she spread her legs and just let this fiend do what it would!
"Tell me what you are...please," Betty said.
Her eyes were adjusting to the light and she could make out a shape. It was about her height, wider if she could see right, but to her surprise, definitely human in form! The fear in her head subsided a bit; she could feel solidity running back in to her squishy body.
"In your tongue I am called a Cambion," the thing said and the very mention of this word cooled the heat slightly between Betty's vagina, and she stopped kneading her tits...but kept her hands on them.
"I don't understand?" she said.
The act of feeding her curiosity kept Betty from feeling as light-headed as she had been. She was still flooding, her nipples achingly hard, but she her mind focused now. The feeling of the cold air of the hallway behind her ass reminded her that there was a real world outside of this room.
"You need to see," the Cambion said and from out of that center of darkness the thing stood tall.
He was mostly a man. Standing as tall as Betty's five foot nine height, his human face was unlined and featureless, he seemed quite an unremarkable man that appeared to be in his early thirties. There was no luster in what should have been tantalizing green eyes, no true purpose in his strong square chin. Not wanting to, but losing the battle to curiosity, Betty's gaze drifted downward.
She feared what she would see.
The creature's long neck was mottled red flesh, not scaly really, but certainly a leathery surface. Across its broad chest was a coarse plot of matted black hair, the same color as that on its head, but deep in color and texture, much like the bristles on a horse's mane. In the center of this puke of tuft hung a sight Betty could simply not get her mind around, but knew all the same what it had to be!
"In the end it was a good trade, I'd say," the naked Cambion remarked, noticing Betty's gaze to his makeshift necklace.
What the creature wore around its wide neck was two tiny petrified testes on a thin yellowing cord! Betty feared whose they were. What kind of a deal had her great uncle made to grant this thing residency here in this room, to rend daring young women? Were his business dealings that important that he would trade his manhood? And what dastardly machinations had this thing, this Cambion, granted her fated evil uncle?
"Jesus!" Betty cringed.
"He was a man more given to money then sex," the demon continued. "I came when he called. I was always available.
"But you don't want to know of my history, pretty little thing, you want..." the demon stood back as Betty's eyes fell involuntarily to the erection jutting out from between the Cambion's thin hairless legs.
"It will get even bigger when it enters you," he said and Betty actually gulped as she imagined that monstrous phallus inside her!
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She had yet to see a cock that big, even in the few Playgirls she had secreted from her sister. True, Betty had never been with any man beyond Brody. But she knew this cock compared with no other man's. She guessed that the cock this thing sported had to be ten inches long and thick, maybe six inches around! She feared she'd not be able to get the thing in her as it was, let alone if it grew inside her!
No wonder Julia's tape had sounded as it had!
"It will not hurt, but you will ache," the Cambion assured and it was then that Betty saw both the thing's middle fingers. They were flattened, wide, and sizzling! The Cambion noticed her gaze lifting from his cock and curled his thin red lips in a smile.
"One for your tit, one for our ass, to leave my mark," the thing explained. "Your memory will not allow much else, even one as strong as you."
"Why?" Betty asked but even then knew she was losing control. She did not fear that cock as much as she did those hands. They were so alien to her and therefore so unclean.
Should she have been wiser and just shut the door so she didn't have to see this thing?
"I need to know," she pleaded, but even then felt her knees quivering. She tried to stop herself but she could feel her body twisting even then so she could reach behind her for the door.
"You will not remember anyway," the Cambion said and took another step to her.
Betty looked down at the clipping sound and saw those hideous three-toed blunted feet. The Cambion's large erection touched her bare thighs!
"Please, tell me more of what you are," she pleaded as she turned. "Please."
Betty could feel the heat emanating from the thing; she dared not look down at that jumping cock below her. She steeled all of her nerve and turned to fully face the Cambion head on and understand it. She realized now she had likely stared at this beast longer than any girl before her had ever done; would that help her to remember?
"Sweet Betty Fect, it will just make you miss me all the more," the Cambion snickered and Betty fell to the floor.
The thing could read her mind!
"Yes, I know who you are, little pretty one," the thing seethed over her.
The girl was terrified. Betty's only trump card in all this was in keeping her identity, her lineage secret...and her thoughts to herself.
"Yes, your blood has allowed you to get this far," the thing over her sneered and Betty looked up, though she feared doing so. Damning her senses for it, she began to salivate for the thick cock bouncing just above her head.
She could not get up from her supplicant position under that swaying cock, she didn't want to. Reaching up for it Betty grabbed the alive, erect thing in both hands as the Cambion groaned.
"Yes, yes," the thing cooed from above her. Betty leaned back her head and opened her mouth as wide as her lips could stretch!
"Anyway you like, little pretty one," the thing cooed and Betty pulled at the warm thick shaft, stretching the sweet flesh to a fraction away from her lips. Scooting her behind down hard, she opened her legs, rolled her pelvis forward and smushed her fat squishy clit to the wooden floor, planting herself.
"This will be a first for you young girls," the thing jested and Betty began to cry with the realization that she was so lost and needed the monster so deeply. She stuck out her tongue to lap at the head of this creature's tree-limb cock.
"History is a demanding teacher," the demon continued standing as still as stone, willing the girl below him to begin her submission to him. Betty poised the big round head in her two fists, feeling the tears streaming down her face. She looked up and smelled smoke and opened her lips even wider to accommodate what she was about to swallow.
It was then that she noticed the door to the room was still open...
"A small matter," the Cambion said. "Close...
"No," Betty moaned, sitting back away from that fleshy trunk in her fists.
The slanted bit of light, the cold air from the hallway, her knowledge of what this thing had revealed it was; Betty knew that there still was a world outside that door and this thing, this Cambion could not venture into it. She knew. She knew. She kn...
In the Cambion's piaprisim pride, in its tease for this unique oral copulation, in equating Betty with all the girls before, the demon assumed Betty would simply shut the door just before she took him in her sweet soft mouth. The demon could not perform until she did, until he truly had secreted the girl in this room. Betty had to be the one to close the door.
Betty had no way of knowing what the ritual was that this demon had secured with her uncle all those many years ago. In exchange for acute business acumen and unprecedented wealth Antony Fect Delino had assured the Cambion this one single room in his house. He had allowed the demon to castrate him to show his loyalty and sexual disregard but the Cambion, being a great wanderer of the earth, the half-human-half animal offspring of a succubus and female was bound by the deals he struck. Delino had assured the creature he would have plenty of human females for his picking, but he made the Cambion promise not to leave this room. Only the creature's supernatural sexual animus (aided by Delino's very manhood around his neck) could send out a scent.
The Cambion was a patient creature and had waited, his picking, while few, had been wonderfully nubile and spry.
But, the demon could not perform until that door was shut, until he truly had secreted the girl in this room completely, and she had to be the one to close the door.
Betty sensed all this, if not the particulars. The thing's massive penis released from her hands, it brushed her legs as she stood.
"I will remember," she said, keeping her distance from the thing. If she had been strong enough she would have reached down for her dress; as it was she let the bastard get his last look at what is denied him!
"It will be worse Betty Fect," the creature said. He was still raging, hard, glistening, and still dangerous if she got too close, but Betty could sense some of his seductive strength dissipating. "Your longing will be worse, little pretty one."
"Read my mind all you want, you fuck!" she thought hard, looking at the creature, "you will not have me tonight."
"Do you think you will be able to live the rest of your days not knowing?" the thing said. "Even the others sense me in their dreams. Their memories won't allow what you have seen and will see now in your mind's eye for the rest of your days. Do you think your puny males will ever be able to satisfy you now that you have seen, touched, me!?"
The Cambion stood back then, into the darkness of the room, deliberately obscuring its face and body until all Betty could see were the tops of its knees and its perfect huge cock bouncing there in the light. It was retreating in a darkness of its own making, not the darkness this room held. She stared at that erection for a very long time, wanting it, aching deep in her belly for the sensation of having it, but she didn't move.
"The rest of your days, pretty little one," the Cambion whispered. "The rest of your days, you will wonder."
*
Tammy's cell rang as she sat with Jill in the Pizza Hut parking lot. Smiling in her shock the tall red head steered her lime green Echo out of the gravel lot giggling with Jill all the way back to their dorm.
*
"You just have to believe what I say," Betty was saying to her two best friends as they sat huddled in her attic room.
Nobody but Jill and Tammy knew about Betty's outing. It was the prevailing thought that the fewer people who knew if you were planning a trip into the Delino House the better. Betty still wasn't sure how many she would tell about her experience, but she'd share what she could with her two best friends now.
"It's the half-human offspring of either a succubus or incubus mating," Tammy said from the computer screen. She had logged on the minute Betty began telling her tale of what the thing called itself.
"Or it's a real guy with a huge cock that hides out to fuck girls' brains out!"
"Could be that too," Tammy agreed and they all laughed.
"Whatever the hell it was, it was kinda sad," Betty agreed and Tammy turned from the computer screen to look over at the girl with the wide eyes, as did Jill.
"I mean, just standing there waiting, the anticipation must be almost too much to bear."
"And you didn't even give him a piece," Jill coughed and the trio laughed again.
But Betty Fect knew she had given the Cambion her curiosity and in a way that was worse then giving up her loins. As sure as she knew she was sitting there with her two best friends, her Pearl Jam T-shirt and thick blue sweats covering her body, Betty knew that there was a supernatural thing living there in the Delino House. And she knew that she would be venturing back soon enough. The creature had been right, "the rest of your days you will wonder."
There were so many questions one could ask of a creature like a Cambion. Betty wanted answers to who Antony Fect Delino was and how he had come by this creature that now occupied his house. And she wanted another chance to stand in the light from that open doorway and ache for what she knew sooner or later she might very well break-down and give herself to.
Originally published October 2005 - "Naughty Tricks and Sensual Treats"
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