Chapter 7: The Daughters Of Lilith

Allison grimaced as she turned the key on her mailbox and retrieved her stack of mail. She closed the small metal door and locked it back up. It was her second day with a cock between her legs and it wasn’t getting any easier. She wore a red, pleated leather skirt along with a white top and leather jacket. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned that would hide the obvious bulge. It was thirty six hours since discovering her big surprise. Time hadn’t lessened the stressful impact of waking to find that her sexual makeup had changed.

She pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to arrive. Frenzied thoughts spiraled through her mind for the ump-teeth time.

DING

The doors opened. Allison shouldered her bag and stepped into the empty elevator. She pressed the button for her floor and leaned against the wall. She was staring straight ahead, but her mind was a million miles away.

Allison had already dodged intimacy with Jeffrey once last night. She’d resisted the urge to play with herself thus far, but her desire to was growing by the hour. She’d guzzled water, tea and coffee all day. No matter how much she drank, her thirst only seemed to grow.

‘Is this what it’s like to be a man? Constantly horny and thirsty? That explains a lot... ‘

Allison couldn’t even begin to imagine what had happened to her. Not even after punching a hundred different variations of the phrases “sudden sex change”, “gender swap” and “female penis” into Google. She’d found a lot of pornographic cartoons and depraved role playing groups, but nothing that would help her unravel the mystery.

Not knowing wasn’t even the worst part. She was a reporter and this was a huge story that she couldn’t write about. Oh sure, she could break the news, but what would she say? ‘This just in! Woman awakens to find penis where vagina used to be!’ And that would be it. There were no other details to include other than her impressive size. She could take a picture to prove it, but no newspaper would publish that.

And even if she did, then what? There would be a million questions she had no answers to. Her name would spread and an army of creepy guys would start seeking her out. Perhaps some shadowy branch of the government or unscrupulous biotech corporation would pay her a visit, stick her in a glass jar and study her.

No. Fuck all of that. She had to keep it under wraps for now, at least to most people. She’d have to tell Jeff eventually, but how?

DING

Allison stepped out of the elevator and headed for her apartment. As she walked down the hallway, she began thumbing through her mail.

‘Junk. Junk. Bill. Junk. Whoa ... what’s this?’

It was a simple, plain white envelope with no return address. Next to Allison’s name and address was a red stamp that read “URGENT!”

‘Hot tip for a story? Well, it’d be nice to get my mind on something else... ‘

She tore it open and removed the single folded piece of paper contained within. She opened the page and the first line of words made her heart skip a beat.

“EXPERIENCED A DRASTIC CHANGE RECENTLY? WE’RE HERE TO HELP!

People who undergo certain changes can experience extreme thirst...”

Allison gasped. Her blood pressure rose and her heart pounded in her chest. She re-folded the paper and raced to her front door. She pulled her keys from her pocket, unlocked it and proceeded in. She shut the door and locked it behind her in record time.

The spooked blonde dropped her bag on the floor as she walked in. Pangs of thirst raked against her throat and stomach, producing an audible rumble of hunger from her torso. Her first instinct was to go to the fridge and grab a drink or snack, but she knew from experience it wouldn’t help. The sensation had gotten more intense as the day went on and it was slowly driving her mad.

Allison set the rest of the mail on the kitchen counter before swiftly re-opening the cryptic letter. She read through it hurriedly. It contained prescriptions for sating her new thirst and how to prep the men in her life to accept the changes she was undergoing. Most of it involved semen, either theirs or hers. Allison’s eyes opened wider the further she read. It was all crazy, but the last two lines were the real kicker.

“We hope these tips are useful as you set forth on your new journey!

When you’re ready to fully embrace your new freedom, seek out your Sisters.”

Allison’s shocked disbelief quickly turned to anger.

‘I FUCKING KNEW IT!’

OK, she didn’t know it per se, but it was too much of a coincidence. She’d visited those freaky nuns and the very next day woke up with a cock and a weighty set of balls. And now she needed to drink cum? Or she’d be thirsty forever? This was insanity.

CLICK-CLACK

Allison heard the lock on the entrance turn. The door opened and her boyfriend walked in. She stuck the letter back in its envelope before folding it in half and swiftly pocketing it in her jacket. She looked through the rest of the mail and tried to act natural in between glances at her beloved.

Jeff was six feet of beautiful man. He had short, blonde hair that tapered up into small spikes and steely gray eyes that could melt butter. He was a personal trainer, a job which kept him immaculately fit. He had a bit of a macho side, but not nearly as bad as most men in Texas. He was a good boyfriend and Allison was terrified at the prospect of revealing her new self. Not only did she have a bigger penis than him, but it now seemed impossible they would ever have children.

“Hey! You just get back? Why’s your bag on the floor?” He reached down and retrieved it before shouldering his own backpack and gym bag.

“Oh ... I was really tired when I walked in. Long day.”

She set the mail back down as he made his way to the kitchen. Jeffrey set her bag on the counter and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. It was obvious she was distracted.

“You okay? You look pretty drained. Just like last night.”

Allison sighed. “Jeff, the redcoats are here. Give me a break, alright?”

“Oh! That time of the month, huh? Say no more!”

She nodded while doing her best to maintain a look of pained exasperation. The irony of claiming to be on her period when she no longer had that organ threatened to derail her with laughter.

Suddenly, the raking sensation within her throat and stomach tore into her flesh once again. She winced in agony. Allison felt jittery. Close to frenzy. If the note was accurate, she knew what was needed to make it stop. There was no point in delaying a test of the letter’s truthfulness.

She moved closer to Jeffrey, banishing the scowl from her face. She placed one hand on his chest and leaned her bosom into his side. Allison was careful not to move her hips too close as she got flirty.

“Even though I’m not feeling the best, I’d love to make up for last night.” She dropped her hand down to his crotch and began rubbing gently.

Jeff looked surprised. “Are you sure? It’s ok if you need to rest...”

Allison pressed her lips to his and met Jeffrey in a long kiss. Their tongues exchanged saliva and sucking breaths for a long while as his cock stirred under her guiding hand. She broke the kiss suddenly and with dire need.

“I’m sure. Now get those pants off and get on the sofa!”

Allison was taken aback by her own words. She was rarely so demanding. It was Jeffrey that usually made the first move. It was he that typically took command in their sex life. Now, he only gazed back at her longingly. Something deep in his eyes seemed to relax and yield to her.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He set his bags down before moving into the living room. As Jeff walked to the sofa, he quickly unzipped and tore off the striped track pants he’d been wearing and tossed them aside. He disposed of his boxers and t-shirt just as quickly, throwing them across the room. He turned and sat down on the cool sofa cushions, his cock stiffening rapidly. He stroked himself to full hardness as Allison took off her jacket and made her way to him.

She offered Jeff a wry smile as she knelt down, careful not to expose herself below. It was a forced smile. Allison had never been less excited to service her man. It was a strange feeling, because this was something she normally enjoyed doing. She didn’t want to do it at all, but she needed what he had.

Allison placed her hands on his thighs. She brought her mouth to his tip and inhaled all six inches of his turgid penis with practiced ease. She began slurping up and down at once, her lips sucking on his hot flesh with vigor. Her wet tongue wagged back and forth across his sperm channel. Jeff let out an excited moan, his body relaxing as his member was bathed in warm, sucking pleasure.

After a minute or so of her eager ministrations, he moved his hands to her head. He seized her luxurious blonde locks gently. It was something he’d done a hundred times before.

Allison’s head flew upward, pushing his hands away and releasing his cock with a wet pop.

“NO! Hands on the back of the sofa!”

Jeff’s eyes opened wide in shock. His facial expression clearly read: ‘Yup, she’s on her period.’ He complied quickly, setting his arms up and back; straight out from his sides.

Allison eyed him sternly, then resumed her needy suction. The thirst was scratching at her insides constantly now. It seemed to be even more dire now that she was close to getting what she wanted. She swallowed him all the way to the base in one smooth motion and began wetly glorming up and down his cock. His tip was in the back of her throat, getting the best kind of fleshy massage as she worked her mouth up and down in short, smooth sucks.

“Ohhhhh fuck, that’s good!” Jeffrey dug his fingers into the top of the couch as she held his thighs in an iron grip and sucked him with intense hunger.

‘Give me your cum you fucking slut!’

Jeff’s legs started twitching and his breaths came fast. Allison knew his toes were curling too. He was close. Very close.

She pulled out all the stops, cork-screwing her mouth every time she pulled upward and then gliding back down his pulsing penis with hungry lips. Her suction was strong and constant. Allison’s mouth was full of saliva and pre-cum, gurgling warmly around his hot length with every sloppy plunge and withdrawal. Her tongue pressed firmly against the bottom of his cock and stroked back and forth, her hot velvety wetness stoking his pleasure to the breaking point.

“OH GOD!!! FUCK!!! HERE IT... UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Allison felt his balls twitch below her chin and gobs of warm, silky filth began blasting into the back of her throat. She kept sucking eagerly, her tongue stroking him wildly as rope after rope of creamy spunk fired past her tonsils. The nougat batter slid down her esophagus and into her waiting stomach, bathing her in exquisite relief. A warm feeling grew in the center of her body and extending outward to her limbs. A sensation of satiety and bliss settled on the fledgling Succubus.

She continued to suck even once his ejaculations ceased. Allison wasn’t going to leave a single bead of jizzum on his cock. Not the tiniest strand on the inside of his glans. Jeff looked down in astonishment as she finished polishing his wand and then pulled her mouth free with a wet slurp. His cock had never looked so completely clean after getting a blowy.

“Holy shit, babe! That was amazing!”

Allison realized with sudden horror that the blood was rushing to her own cock. She could feel it lengthening. Thickening. Beginning to press firmly against her jean skirt. Not only that, but her own desire was skyrocketing. Her vision went hazy. As she looked up at her beloved she could only think of one thing. Bending his slutty ass over the couch and fucking him like an animal.

She quickly pivoted to one side and turned her back to Jeff. She got up smoothly, keeping her back to him and making sure he wouldn’t see the bulge her raging cum-pipe had produced in her skirt.

“Alley, is everything OK?”

“Yeah,” she said over her shoulder as she made her way back to the kitchen. “I’m fine. Just really tired, that’s all.”

“If you want, we could order a pizza? Then you wouldn’t have to cook.”

Allison waited until she was back behind the kitchen counter before turning to face him. “NO! I mean ... I’m not in the mood for pizza tonight. I can whip up some spaghetti and a salad. Why don’t you go watch TV or something? It’ll be ready in a bit.”

Jeff stood in the living room, buck naked. He looked at his girlfriend like she had two heads. The young man was starting to think she’d gone completely bonkers, but then again, was it really so different than your average red tide?

“Alright babe, if that’s what you want to do. I’m gonna go get changed.”

Allison began rummaging through kitchen cabinets and offered him the most cheerful smile she could muster as he gathered up his clothes and bags. She waited until he’d strolled off to the bedroom to stop her foraging and immediately head for the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and locked it before turning and unzipping her long, jean skirt. Her cock sprang out and bobbed in the cool air. She was so happy to have it free of the thick jean prison.

Her dick was huge. Almost twice as long as Jeff’s and much thicker. It twitched below, pulsing with heat and lust. Allison couldn’t wait a second longer. She seized it and began stroking herself back and forth.

‘UUUUUHHHHNNNNNNNN... ‘

Holy shit it felt good! Like having a nearly foot long clit. Not as sensitive perhaps, but it didn’t matter. It felt amazing and there was so much more of it to handle.

She bit her lip as she stroked her fat, milky-white length up and down. Her need to climax was building by the second. After stroking and sucking Jeff’s cock countless times, she was finally getting a taste of what it felt like. How many times in their love making had he cum but not her? That fucker owed her a thousand orgasms and those orgasms would have to be ejaculations, now.

As Allison brought herself close to the edge, it became apparent she was missing something crucial. She let go of her meaty pole reluctantly and threw herself at the medicine cabinet. She searched the shelves up and down in a delirious state.

‘Thank god!’

She found a box of Jeffrey’s condoms and opened it quickly. Extracting one, she put the box back and learned against the bathroom wall. She tore the condom wrapper open and extracted the rubbery prophylactic. Holding it up to the tip of her massive weapon, she realized there might be a problem.

‘This is a little small for me ... Oh well. It’s latex. It should stretch!’

She rolled the rubber sleeve down the first six inches of her shaft and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. The stretchy latex felt so nice around her hard, hot flesh. Allison grabbed her cock at the base and immediately began stroking herself again. This time, she wasn’t going to stop until she fired her first load of jizz into the rubber sleeve.

Her cock grew even harder as her fingers glided up and down her latex wrapped length. It felt almost painfully hard; like it was going to fucking burst. Yet somehow it was massively pleasurable. As her breathing came faster and the base of her cock began to tingle, Allison got her first taste of penile climax. Her hand fisted up and down her increasingly moist shaft frantically.

“OH FUCK!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!”

Her cock exploded and an incomprehensible volume of sticky paste ejected from her glans. The condom expanded, forming an ample balloon of cum at her tip. The orgasm thundered through her for the next ten seconds, her body spasming as she stroked herself like a maniac and more creamy nougat fired into the growing bulge of densely packed jizzum.

By the time her body was done convulsing and she’d shot her entire wad, there was perspiration on Allison’s brow. She wiped it with her forearm and looked down. A heavy bag of cum dangled from her spent tool. She’d seen Jeff’s tiny load after using a condom and there was no comparison to hers.

She reached down and carefully rolled the condom off her cock. Allison tied it at the end before holding it up and inspecting it closer. The viscous batter roiled in the warm latex sleeve as the weighty bottom half bobbed in the air.

The short, blonde Succubus recalled the words of the flyer. It said that any man who ingested a teaspoon of her essence would become much more compliant in little time.

‘Teaspoon? Fuck a teaspoon! Every ounce of this is going in Jeff’s dinner. He will devour every drop and I will claim his ass TONIGHT!’

*****

It was a beautiful, clear Texas evening and the sky was full of twinkling stars. Hundreds of people were milling into the ornate building formerly known as St. Michael’s Church. Sisters decked out in leather, lace, PVC and every imaginable sexy costume led their eager slaves by chain and leather leashes. Invitees likewise led their cum thirsty husbands and boyfriends onto the now unholy grounds.

Some slaves walked behind their Goddesses. Others were forced to crawl. Many were clad in latex gimp suits and thick leather bondage gear. Others were almost naked. It was a fitting crowd for a gathering place and institution that were about to be redefined. The voices of chatting Dominas filled the spacious cathedral, their excited banter echoing off the walls as the pews filled with fetish themed patrons.

Jessica peeked out at the crowd from the curtain behind the altar. Her smile grew. She’d been waiting for this moment for many months. Who would have guessed that a young Latina woman who arrived here so long ago and spent so many years in quiet servitude would now be leading a revolution?

She’d thought about wearing something more provocative for this occasion, but her full latex habit seemed most fitting for the Sisterhood’s big announcement. Francis had spent half the day polishing her outfit so she’d look her most stunning for the ceremony. The pristine combination of white and black latex clung to her curvy body exquisitely. The black rubber of her pleated skirt rippled below, cutting off just below her knees where her leather, high heeled boots took over.

Jessica had never looked or felt better in her life. After many months of sexual conquest, taking Francis and dozens of other submissive males whenever she pleased, the youth and vitality of her mid twenties had fully returned. Youthful vibrancy had been bestowed on many of her sisters as well. Their kink fueled ranks grew by the day. It was a dream come true, but on a relatively small scale so far. Tonight was the night her vision for the future would be crystallized and the next step toward a better world would be taken.

“Hey, it’s just about time!”

Vicky strode to her side, tapping her wrist where a timepiece would’ve been in years past. She was garbed similarly to Jessica, only her habit was a bright, blazing red and her lips were painted to match.

Jessica’s smile faded. Like most people who were about to confront a crowd, she’d rather be shot from a cannon than engage in public speaking. “Yeah, I guess it is ... Break a leg, right?”