Chapter 3

Alison and I made love the next day, too. She was so amazingly beautiful, sitting on top of me, grinding her hips into mine, giving me feelings that I couldn’t stand but never wanted to stop. Her body was slender and muscular, like a dancer’s. Her pussy was pink and tight and hairless. I wondered, briefly, how she could possibly groom herself - but the thought was soon lost in a sea of pleasure. When we came, Alison stretched her wings and arched her back, and I couldn’t help thinking that she looked like an angel, despite the obvious intellectual problems with that comparison. We talked and held each other for the rest of the day.

The next day when I arrived at the plant, Mike and Aiden were waiting for me. I had told Mike about Alison - I couldn’t resist - but he hadn’t believed me. It seemed he had told Aiden, too. They were there, in Aiden’s words, “to see this blow-up doll you’re calling your demon girlfriend.” I don’t really like Aiden much.

I tried to say no - refuse to let them in. I was the only one who knew how to pick the locks, after all. But they threatened to break some windows and climb in on their own, so I relented.

Alison happily greeted them and chatted with them like a party host. It didn’t take long, though, before she was on her knees giving Aiden a blowjob. At first she worked on the tip with her lips and tongue, but then she swallowed the entire thing. It was like watching a boa constrictor eat its prey. For five minutes she knelt there, his dick as deep in her throat as it could possibly get. I could see muscles in her throat moving continuously, while Aiden stood there with stupid expressions on his face. Sometimes there were gurgling noises. Eventually he came. She kissed him, and then swatted him on the butt to usher him out of the circle.