Bite Me!
Copyright© 2020 by Mark Gander
Chapter 12
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Charles Mazzini just turned eighteen and he feels very weak, sluggish even. He has to get through school like that, while noticing other changes about himself. That doesn't even count how differently others treat him, from bullies to his best friend to his teachers. What is going with him, anyway?
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Crime Horror School Magic Vampires Were animal Demons Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter MaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Oral Sex Squirting Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Revenge Slow Transformation Violence
“Well, well, you actually made it to class today, in spite of it being daylight! I applaud your resolve and resourcefulness, my new vampire student! Class, let’s give Charles here a hand! This can’t be easy. He has a major handicap here, having to deal with the sun’s light sapping his strength. I’m just glad that it doesn’t fry him as the legends claim. I kinda like having him around,” Mrs. Barker, who had NEVER shown any interest in me, sexual or otherwise, stunned me by flirting with me in front of the class.
I decided to test the waters and boundaries just a bit by using her first name, “So, Camille, I hope that you’re cool with Trevor being gay, just as you are with me being a vampire. We didn’t get along in the past, but I now know that he had a lot of stress. Hopefully, that has eased a bit.”
“Um, yeah ... he’s been through so much, Charles. By the way, class, since there isn’t much work to do after the finals, I’ve decided to have you all write a single equation that amounts to the number sixty-nine. I don’t count how you get there, just do and turn it in by Friday, and you all get As. Except for Charles, who gets an A plus, because he has to work with daylight sapping him,” Camille didn’t even flinch at my use of her given name.
“You seem to be in a better mood, in spite of that,” I observed while quickly completing that equation and reaching sixty-nine even faster than expected.
“That’s because Joe and I are trying for a baby ... and we’ve agreed to open up our relationship again. It was closed in the past, at least partly to mollify Ryan. That’s my very estranged husband. He didn’t feel like screwing around back then and he didn’t like the idea of me spreading it for so many men.
“He accepted Joe, but that was it, and not even for that long. Joe didn’t have any interest in chasing women right then, so soon after his second messy divorce, and I could hardly blame him for that. It was a temporary situation. Even more temporary than expected. To calm or soothe the ruffled feathers, I agreed to be faithful, just as Joe did.
“I think that, deep down, Ryan had a lot of sexual issues. He hated pregnancy, hated any kind of embarrassment, mess, humiliation, risk, disease, etc. I don’t know if he was truly gay or bi, but he was very fond of ... teens at least. Nothing wrong with lusting for youths, but he could have been open about that with Joe and me.
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