Vibratorss with dead batteries, slowly warping toys, and pruney fingers. That’s what I’ve got in the week or so since Ashley felt me up in the gym. Well, that and the most vivid wet dreams (and sheets). I have woken up breathless and heated several times every night since then, each time with the need to get off. Sometimes while actually in the _process_ of getting off. You’d think my aching pussy would be sore from all the attention, but it only ever wants more. No orgasm is ever enough, I’m always left feeling… unfulfilled.
_She_ did this, so she must know how to help. If only I could get a message to her, spend some time with her? Whatever I’m going through, this sudden spike in sexual _need_, started when she felt me up. Maybe she can undo it. Because this week has been utterly exhausting. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, one of pleasure and frustration as my fingers slide up my slick labia. The wet folds part as my fingers spread, exposing my throbbing clit to the waiting fingers of my other hand, which lightly pinch and rub my sensitive bean. The fingers at my labia slip inward then curve, penetrating my narrow opening as an orgasm approaches. My toes curl in anticipation as my hands work tirelessly, the wet sloshing from between my legs increasing as climax approaches.
A louder than intended groan escapes my parted lips, frustration bubbling over as I cum. Waves of pleasure and sparking agony wash over me as my barely 5′ form convulses through yet another orgasm. The pleasure is familiar, even if it is a bit dull. The pain is new. But, there’s bound to be some bad effects from cuming, what is this, my eighth orgasm tonight? Hopefully I’ll be able to rest after this one. I look over to my phone, propped on it’s charger on my nightstand. 3:27 AM. Several messages and notifications. I roll my eyes, the gesture aided by the continued, but fading convulsions. The spasms slowed to a twitch, and I took a partially satisfied breath.
Or, tried to. I suddenly realized I couldn’t breathe so good. Not at much at all, actually. I tried to feel along my neck and chest for anything blocking my air, but could feel my hands were still both between my legs? They never stayed on my junk during orgasm, always falling to the side, or unconsciously feeling up my breasts as I rode out the wave. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move my hands, or legs. Or toes, or fingers! Had I just cum so much and so hard that I paralyzed myself?! Panic built and I felt the urge to cry, but something blocked my ability to produce tears.
_there there,_ a ghost said from somewhere in my darkened room. Of course, my house is haunted now, too! _everything is ok._
The ghost told me to breathe, and I took a sudden, deep breath, followed by a series of shaky breaths. I was on the verge of a breakdown, but the ghost seemed to be keeping me from tipping over the edge, so that was nice? My body relaxed, muscles tensed from orgasm releasing but still unable to move. _your pleasure is beautiful,_ the creepy ghost said. I was about to protest, tell it to fuck right off, when it said, _again_.
Instantly, my whole body was consumed by the most intense orgasm of my life. Liquefied ecstasy drenched my hands and thighs as it erupted from my delicate folds before soaking my sheets below. My muscles quaked as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me, my body twisting and contorting on my bed. The thin blanket I’d been using tangled around me as I thrashed in mind breaking delight, and I could vaguely hear someone screaming as reality slipped away. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. My pussy was left buzzing as my climax ended _too much?_ The wicked ghost taunted as I was left to recover.
I had half fallen from my bed, lower half draped off the side with my blanket twisted all around my body. Getting myself pulled back up and around was difficult, especially with the clumsiness of my post-epic-orgasm limbs. Now I really understood what people meant by sex so good you “can’t even walk.” The ghost and I shared a laugh at the thought, which made me second guess the ghost theory. I was about to ask what exactly it was when there was a knock at my door.
“Shelby, are you ok?” my mother asked. She sounded worried, had she heard the screaming woman, too? _that was you_
“What?” I asked, responding more to the ghost than to my mom.
“I heard you practically screaming bloody murder, everything alright?”
“Umm, yeah. I’m ok. Nightmare I guess?” That was quick thinking, even for me, but it still sounded lame. _should have been more confident_ the ghost chided. I stuck my tongue out at it, probably.
“Oh, ok. Well, do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, I’m ok. Just tired.” She seemed to be satisfied with that answer. Ended up going back to her own room, anyway. I waited for a few more minutes to make sure I was alone with this thing before doing anything else.
_go ahead, ask. I know you’re curious,_ the ghost offered.
“Who are you?” I asked.
_I think your word for us is symbiote. We’ve been categorized by many species, but we’re just here to help._
“So, not a ghost?”
_no, I’m inside you, see?_ My spine tensed and pain surged inside my head and along my back. I writhed in bed, this time for all the wrong reasons, _sorry, still learning anatomy._
I struggled to regain composure after that. Not a ghost, I’ve got a parasite in my brain. One that can cause incredible orgasms, and pain. Great. Now what?
_now, we breed._
“_Excuse_ me?” I pulled the sheet up over my chest defensively. I’ve been sleeping nude lately, but now I feel naked, bare, _exposed_.
_not more __you__, more __us__._
“You’re still not making sense, ‘more us’?”
_we help make you one, all humans together. No war, no hate, no fighting. Better world._
“That does sound better, how do we do that?”
_you must breed with acceptable specimen_
“I’m down for that, who do we have in mind?”
_you already know, it’s here in your memory_
My mind bounced from boy to boy in school, hoping it was one of the hot ones. None of them seemed especially attractive anymore, until I remembered someone I generally overlooked. Someone I’ve known basically my whole life, who’s always been there for me. Someone I now see I’ve been taking for granted.
“Sebby,” I smiled, my sex drive increasing yet again, but now with a purpose. Hell, with a fucking destiny! Excitement flared inside as I laid restlessly in my soggy bed, images of what tomorrow would bring for Sebby and me.
The next day started with another mind bending orgasm. I could get used to this as a wakeup call, I thought, _I enjoy it, too,_ my master(? yes, Master) supplied. Fortunately my Master kept the screams of ecstasy exploding from me to a minimum this time, and I was able to jerk and spasm on my bed in waves of pleasure completely uninterrupted. I laid in bed panting as the climax faded, reality slowly trickling back around me.
_should we go?_ my Master asked.
“mmm?” Was my numb response. That seemed to annoy my Master, who took the opportunity to remind me that he could inflict pain just as easily as pleasure. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets as a powerful migraine flared. Nausea washed over me, and I stumbled into the bathroom. An arm whipped out as if controlled by someone else and turned on the light, the blinding LEDs flashing into my overly sensitive eyes and practically knocking me to the floor.
_that should be enough_
I was hunched over the toilet, gripping the bowl tightly with the room spinning around me, incomprehensible pain shooting through my head, when it all stopped. Just as quickly as it had started, like flipping a switch. Anger welled inside, I wasn’t some fucking plaything, no alien bullshit was gonna just take over like this, not without some ground rules. I open my mouth to lay into this thing _master_ my Master, when I’m interrupted.
_the rules are simple. you have a mission, breed and multiply. you do the mission, and you get more pleasure. you refuse mission, and you get more ouch_
Ok, so there’s that. Seems straight forward. Not much to do but shower, made up, get dressed, eat, and head to school. So that’s what I did, in that very order, too. All the while thinking of how I would accomplish my mission today, thereby getting more pleasure, and avoiding the pain…
My outfit for the day included; a tight, red, button up blouse with only half the buttons done, black bra underneath, black skirt reaching halfway to my knees, red thigh high socks, and high heeled boots. I pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail, and wore the most provocative makeup in my collection.
I have two classes with Sebby. One right before lunch, and the last of the day. I could corner him after either, and convince him to fool around easy enough. He’s a teenage boy, they all want some, so how hard could it be?
_harder than you think, alpha had difficulty convincing, and pheromones don’t work_
“Pheromones?” I asked aloud. I keep forgetting that I don’t actually have to speak in order to talk to the thing in my head. My hand swings up to smack myself in the forehead playfully, when it’s stopped by my Master. My eyes focus on my wrist, where a thick bracelet of fur had formed. It was the same blonde as my hair, and curled from the wrist back to my arm. The hairs looked to be about two inches long, and the sight of it made me unbelievably happy. “Look at how we’re progressing!!” I squealed.
_yes, good. our body will produce pheromones that can help control other humans. this Sebby seems to be immune_
“There are other ways, then,” I reply absently, continuing on my way to school. An idea was forming in my mind, one that my master happily approved.
Fourth hour finally came. History. My least favorite on any given day, but doomed to drag today now that Sebby was so close. He’d been smelling pretty good the last few days, but today… God, there was something about him. The other boys were gross, something just off about all of them. They all looked and smelled wrong. Sebby was the light in the darkness. I fantasized all the ways I wanted to drain his cum into (and onto) me during class, making my seat wetter with each passing moment. When the bell finally rang at the end of the lesson I nearly lept from my desk.
“Sebby!” I shouted, quickly scrambling over to him.
He was still putting his stuff away when he groggily looked up at me, “Wha-oh, hey Shelby. How y-”
“Great, thanks, really,” I replied coolly. Had to keep appearances, after all. “Would you mind helping me with something at my locker, please?”
“Sure,” he offered, rising from his seat after finally putting all of his stuff in his backpack.
“Great, thanks, follow me.” We walked through a hall of swarming students, some rushing to lunch, others to class. I made eye contact with as many as I could in an attempt to not appear suspicious. Sebby followed behind me, completely unaware of the treat he was in for.
We get to my locker, number 275. Our school had a locker system where they were wider than most other schools, but half as tall. Odd number lockers sat on the bottom row, with even numbers spanning the top. Last year I realized I could fit inside my locker pretty comfortably, and this year I realized most people stood at just about the right height where their crotch would be level with my mouth if I were in my locker. I’d never actually tried it before, but I’d never had an alien parasite pushing my limits before, either. I twirl through my combination, open my mostly empty locker, and climb inside.
“What are you doing?” Sebby asked in surprise.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” I said, not really bothering to answer his question as I reached out and grabbed him by the pockets of his pants. He didn’t resist much as I pulled him forward, and soon I was face to zipper, crouched in my locker. Kinkiest and riskiest thing I’ve ever done, but no thoughts of consequences kept my hands from pulling his zipper down, or from fishing out his rapidly hardening cock. He moaned as I pulled his member free, exposing it to myself in the locker.
“Shelby, w-” he started, but I interrupted by slurping his delicious cock into my salivating mouth, sucking him all the way in before he could offer any protest or even try to pull away. My hands returned to his pockets, holding him firmly in place as I worked my lips back and forth along his shaft. He didn’t seem to be trying to pull away, just content to get a locker blowjob. I swirled my tongue around under his cock, and moaned when I felt him tense up, the first pulse making his hardness throb in my mouth as a potent rope of semen spurted into my throat. I sucked a few more pulses of cum out before letting him pop from my mouth, one more thick rope shooting from his tip and landing across my cheek. I smiled at him as I swallowed his load, then scraped the last strand from my face and rubbed it around my wrists.
“Thanks,” I said, pulling myself from the locker. “That was perfect.”
He took a moment to compose himself, closed my locker with a foot and zipped up his pants. “What the hell was that?”
I looked at him like another head was growing from his neck, “Pretty sure it’s called a _blowjob_,” I said with a touch of condescension.
“I know what it’s called, why-”
“Wanna have another go after last hour?” I asked, casually brushing nothing off his sleeve.
“Yes,” he replied. Too easy.
“Great, thanks. Now, I gotta go wash up. See you in English!” With that I hurried down the hall. Something was squirming in my belly, and I really didn’t want to be standing in front of Sebby when this new one came out.
I made it into the bathroom just in time. Not to get into a stall, but to be alone at least. I dropped to my knees on the tiled floor, thankful I chose not to wear any panties today. Something made me pull my skirt up, and I watched as the lips of my pussy spread around a furry, blonde ball forcing itself out of me. It was about three inches wide, so wider than anything I’ve used on myself, but I couldn’t really feel much of anything from the activity happening. It spattered wetly to the floor and seemed to dry in a hurry. Blonde fur quickly fluffed out, and it began to wander aimlessly.
“_What the fuck_,” came the words of someone on the verge of hysteria. I didn’t even think, just reacted. In one quick motion I leaned forward, grabbed the furry ball I’d just birthed, turned and tossed it at the person fortunate enough to be our newest recruit. Her scream was cut short by her new Master cutting off her ability to breathe. That would be restored if she’s a good girl. Not for me to decide, right now it’s on to lunch. Then a couple of pointless hours until another session with Sebby. Easy.
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