Jack Burton - Steamy Screams - Anthology of Erotic Horror

“Nope,” Mel said.

Rob poured some more massage oil into his hands and rubbed them together to heat up the liquid. Then, he placed his hands on Mel’s soft, porcelain breasts. They were always his favorite feature of Mel’s, next to her eyes and smile.

He rubbed them slowly, using his fingertips to lightly graze the outline of her curves. His fingers twirled around her dark nipples, pinching them softly once they got hard. Rob knew that with a flick of his tongue he could send Mel reeling but he wanted to take his time.

He carefully moved his hands down her torso, caressing her stomach. Mel’s stomach was once ripped but had lost its tone over the years due to stress and work. But Rob didn’t care. He loved her anyway. They would always love each other, no matter what. ‘Come hell or high water,’ he always said.

“Lower,” Mel whispered.

“How about higher instead?” And with that remark, Rob moved up and pulled his wife’s lips to his.

Their kiss was hot, needy. Their love for one another evident with every breath of air they had to come up and take.

Rob’s hunger for Mel grew with each kiss. His hands started to wander along the front side of her body. He massaged her breasts again and quickly moved down to lick her nipples.

He continued his kisses down her torso and slowly removed her panties. He placed two fingers inside Mel first; feeling her hot, wet pussy pulsate for more.

Then, after he was satisfied she was more than ready, he buried his face in her freshly shaved vagina.

He licked her slowly, running his tongue up and down her outer labia. Mel’s breathing grew heavier and her legs started to shake with anticipation.

Rob moved in closer and starting licking her clitoris, ever so gently. Circling and teasing her clit with his skilled tongue. With every moan from Mel, his speed would increase. Up and down, side to side. His tongue was a slave, Mel’s vagina its master. It needed for more, demanded more.

Just when Mel was on the verge of exploding, Rob slowed down his pace and entered his two fingers into her again, his tongue moved back to her labia. Mel’s juices increased and when he was sure she was ready, Rob moved back to her clitoris. With a final flick of his tongue, Mel exploded.

Rob let her catch her breath for a couple minutes before he moved down again, licking her gently, then faster, giving Mel her second mind-blowing orgasm of the night.

“So how’d I do?” Rob asked.

“Oh, you did just fine. I think the whole county knows how well your performance was tonight,” Mel giggled. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Yes!” Rob exclaimed.

“My goodness, someone’s excited” Mel stated as she pulled down his damp towel.

Rob was up, out and ready to go. Drops of pre-cum already donned the tip of penis in anticipation for someone to lick them off.

Mel moved down to the floor and took her position, Rob’s cock facing her head on. She grabbed the base of his cock and slowly took it in her mouth. Heat and saliva overtook Rob.

Mel moved her mouth slowly, up and down Rob’s shaft. Her hand followed giving her blow job that extra touch. She twirled her tongue around his penis’ swollen head and then licked the length of his rigid member.

Gripping his hips, Mel took him fully into her the back of her mouth. She breathed heavily as she felt his pulsating cock fill her throat. Rob relished in the tight warmth of her mouth. Then, she slowly pulled away and decided to move further down.

Outside:

Oh, that sweet smell!

The smell, so forbidden. So exotic, only certain people can explore it.

Yes. Yes! Only lovers can explore that smell. Explore the very essence of who we are.

I remember the feel of hands, the feel of hot breath, the feel of soft kisses and wet tongues.

I remember and I want that again. I need that again. My dried up cunt and dead heart can’t survive without it.

I need Brains!

Inside:

Mel slowly sucked on Rob’s balls, sending him to the brink of orgasm.

An explosion of glass sounded in Mel’s ears and she was knocked hard to the floor before she could finish Rob off.

As Mel rose to her feet, the most dreadful sight laid before her eyes.

An undead, red-headed girl wrapped her arms around Rob’s legs and bit down hard on his balls. Rob screamed as she pulled away from him, taking his balls with her.

Mel stood frozen in place, her body gripped in total shock.

The undead girl stood up, cum and blood dripping down her chin and looked at Mel straight in the eyes.

A muffled, “Brains!” was all that was heard from the undead girl as she leapt back out the window, intent on savoring her dinner.

USA, 1983

Mei sat on the bus bench, her eyes and cheeks finally dry of the tears from earlier. All that remained of her emotional destruction was smeared mascara under a bloodshot, vacant gaze. The sun had set an hour ago, buses came and went, but in that time, Mei did not rise; the ten dollars her father gave her remained crumpled in her pocket, she had nowhere to go. And as far as her eighteen-year-old mind was concerned, she had nothing anymore.

Up until this morning, it had all been a game to her. She was young and carefree; things weren’t suppose to be serious when you were eighteen. She was living free, a way her father and mother—if she were still alive—never could. A way the rest of her small, Japanese neighborhood never could. She was living the American way. She had felt like a rock star, it was too bad she didn’t realize how hard stars fell.

Despite having dated Daniel Kim for almost a year, Mei wasn’t in love with him. He was companionship. A true friend more than anything else, but the chemistry wasn’t there, sexually; truthfully, when they finally had sex, it wasn’t hot at all. Mei had expected something amazing, like in the movies, and was sorely disappointed when the act was over. But Daniel was still a cool guy overall, she did like him, and most importantly, her father approved of Daniel. Despite his Americanized name, Daniel was still part of the neighborhood, and like all the families in their barrio tenement, his parents were Japanese traditionalists.

Mei had never considered herself unfaithful or a cheater. She and Daniel were simply dating. Dating wasn’t monogamy, right? It was those type of thoughts that Kim used to justify her actions. But she had been wrong.

5 days ago

“You know this is a small building. Everyone knows everyone and—”

“Aggh,” Mei interrupted him. “Don’t remind me. I want out of this place. I’m tired of my parent’s ways, this is not Japan, this is America.”

Hiraku smiled, “This is who we are. It’s no different than over on 5th street.”

Mei scrunched her face in confusion.

“On 5th it’s all Jewish families and Jewish traditions. America is a melting pot and these types of communities keep cultural traditions.”

Mei rolled her eyes; he sounded like one of her social studies teachers instead of a kid who just graduated. But that was Hiraku, he was the scholarly pride of his family. While Mei was excited at the prospect of the first summer since high school, Hiraku was already packing for university.

He sensed her frustration and shifted gears. He was lucky a gorgeous girl like Mei was actually hanging out with him, no other girl in the building had a thing on Mei and he didn’t want to blow anytime they could spend together.

“Well, America or not,” he started, “I thought you were dating Daniel Kim.”

Mei stroked Hiraku’s leg, brushing her hand dangerously close to the bulge that was forming in the fabric of his jeans. “We date on and off. Nothing serious.”