Jack Burton - Steamy Screams - Anthology of Erotic Horror

Hiraku wasn’t sure if he believed her or not, but the closer Mei scooted towards him—on his parent’s couch, both of whom were at work—the less he cared. And the longer she let her hand linger, the more frantic his hormones became.

“Besides, weren’t you with that Jessica Divers girl from school?”

Hiraku cringed at the name. He and Jessica, as well as Mei, all graduated from the same school. Hiraku had one date with Jessica, he enjoyed it, but after the verbal tongue lashing he’d received from his parents—and the fellow Japanese tenants—it wasn’t worth seeing her again. “That’s different. We went on one date,” Hiraku defended his actions.

Mei only smiled in response and closed the remaining space between their bodies. She wrapped her arm around Chang’s neck and brought her lips to his ear. “I can do things Jessica Divers can’t.”

Mei’s hot breath stood his hair on end. Hiraku’s back arched with excitement as her hot breath was replaced by her even hotter lips. Mei sucked his earlobe, biting gently, then ran her tongue slowly up the length of his cartilage.

“What do you want?” Mei cooed in his ear. She felt his body tighten with her words and she relished the power and control she wielded. A few choice words, kisses here and there and these sheltered Japanese boys turned to putty.

Hiraku knew what he wanted, although he had no idea how to say it. He wanted the same thing he wanted all throughout high school. It was something he’d never gotten except in dreams.

“I… uh,” Hiraku fumbled, unable to speak.

Mei rubbed his bulge again. “You have to tell me or I won’t know what to do.” She mocked pouting as if she were a confused child needing assistance.

It took him a few more minutes of petting before Hiraku worked up the nerve, but once he finally spoke up, Mei had no trouble slowly bobbing up and down on his short, fat cock. She smiled before taking his length, happy with her power.

Her devilishly skilled tongue was too much for the inexperience young man, and before long, Hiraku unleashed his warm sticky load into her mouth. Hiraku sheepishly tried to apologize, but Mei swallowed with a smile, wiping away some over flow from the corner of her mouth with a slender finger. “That was fun,” she beamed.

When she heard the doctor’s words, it felt like a dream, a movie. Surely, this was not her life; her life was fun and worry free.

4 days ago

“So, what did you do yesterday?” Daniel asked, going in for a kiss. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them. He didn’t really want to know, plus he quickly regretted the kiss as Mei dodged, allowing him to only plant it on her cheek instead of the lips.

“Nothing really. I’ve actually felt a little sick these last few days.” At least part of her statement was true. She had been a little nauseous recently, although it hadn’t deterred her from blowing Hiraku. Perhaps it was the semen, maybe she should change to spitting.

Daniel sighed heavily; he’d been wrong for opening the conversation, but now that it was on the table, he wasn’t about to walk away that easily. He knew she’d been with Hiraku yesterday, at least that’s what he’d been told by some friends—and with some guy named Tommy from school the week before. And these friends had no reason to lie.

“Mei,” he sighed again. Daniel didn’t mind that she went out; he just wanted to know where he stood and to at least be told the truth. “I… I love you, you know that, right?”

“Don’t,” Mei stated firmly. “I don’t want to have this conversation right now.” She wasn’t cheating and didn’t want to be accused of it. She was eighteen-years-old, dating, and she loved sex.

“How would you feel if I went out with lots of different girls?”

She let her face soften. There was an easy way out of this, or at least a way of postponing the talk. Besides, it might prove to be fun. “Come here,” she said, grabbing his shirt and planting a soft kiss on his neck. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mei worked over his neck, feeling his tension melt away. She wasn’t stupid; even if she had fun elsewhere, Daniel was her bread and butter. He offered her a place to hang out when she didn’t want to be with her father in their cramped space. He bought her things, took her to dinner and the movies. Like Hiraku, Daniel was smart and had a good job. In the end, he would be someone good to settle down with, she just didn’t want to settle down yet. She wanted fun. So while Mei wasn’t in love with him yet, she was willing to throw him a bone now and then to keep the gravy train rolling.

“What can I do to keep you from roaming with other girls?” she giggled seductively. “Would this help?” Mei started slowly unbuttoning her white blouse. One by one, until her breasts were spilling out.

“It’s helping,” Daniel said, unable to hide his smile.

Without taking off her shirt, Mei undid her bra from behind and pulled it off; now, either side of her unbuttoned blouse just barely covered up her nipples, leaving the inside of her milk white curves visible.

Daniel felt his cock spring to life.

“I’m sorry if I upset you. You should punish me.” Mei turned and bent over the kitchen table, wondering if Daniel would really do something. Guys like Hiraku and Daniel dreamed big; their conservative upbringing bred wild desires. But they had trouble fulfilling those fantasies in the real world. Dreaming was easier.

Daniel looked around the apartment, half expecting his parents to come back early from work at the store. “Are you serious?” he said, choking on the words.

Mei flipped her skirt up, “Come find out.”

Mei whimpered into the cool night air. “This is not my life.”

But it was. She wanted to play the games, but she never suspected she could lose. Now, it was time to pay up. Eighteen and pregnant. Worst of all, she had no idea who the father was.

Although everyone had their suspicions, the whole building finally agreed: Mei was a whore. None of the guys would talk or look at her now, and her father was disgraced. Even the white boys from school, who loved to call Mei up, suddenly disappeared in just the three days since she informed everyone she was pregnant.

It was like a brush fire, she thought, the way information spread. How the mighty have fallen.

What surprised her the most was the reaction from the rest of her social world. Her world beyond the run-down barrio in which she lived. She loved hanging out with the American boys from school. And the American boys seemed to love her. In her mind, they fucked the right way, without shame. They way she thought sex should be. Hot and steamy, passionate. Mei thought it would be just her father, Daniel and the building who would shun her after the news. They were traditionalists; she was surprised to find that the Americans, the whites, she had so admired, were just as quick to drop a pregnant girl. With all their modern ways of thinking, it still seemed that no eighteen-year-old male wanted to get tied down with a pregnant girl. Perhaps they hadn’t shamed her the way the building had, but they dropped her just the same.

She chuckled softly from the hopeless irony. The baby was going to be white. She was sure of it. She’d only had sex with Daniel once and he was adamant about wearing a condom. Even the other day, after she bent over the table, had amounted to nothing but oral—same as with Hiraku. Maybe she would have had a chance if it was Daniel or Hiraku’s baby; but as it stood now, she was out. Daniel was furious, Hiraku was terrified that he’d caught some STD—not previously knowing that she’d been with a man—and all her father had given her was bus fare before he kicked her out.