A Halloween Vampire Lesson

byWolf Bennington It all started in July of last year. I was single, fresh out of the Marine Corps and searching for a way to forget some of what I'd seen in Iraq. At 23 years old I was out on a Friday night doing a little bar-hopping with a buddy of mine. The women were in abundance and since he (also a former Marine) and I were in pretty good shape we weren't having a lot of trouble picking them up. We spent plenty of time on the dance floor and downed quite a few beers. I guess I should tell you this much about myself: My name is Wolf. I'm an even six feet tall and weigh about 190 give or take a few pounds depending on my workout schedule and how hard I push it. My brown hair is crew cut and, since getting out, I'd grown a moustache and goatee that was just long enough to be soft but not so long as to be aggravating. I did four years of ROTC in high school and enlisted in the Marine Corps when I graduated. I had just finished five years of active duty with the last two spent in Iraq when I was out on this particular night. Usually I'm quite aware of how many beers I've had to drink as the night wears on for two reasons: one, I don't want to screw up my Honorable Discharge and good future with a drunk driving charge, and two, because I don't ever want to pick up what I think is a babe because I'm too drunk to see straight. Been there; done that. Hated myself in the morning. As things worked out, I'd only had four beers across about three hours and was feeling happy without any buzz and certainly I wasn't drunk. At about midnight the hottest chick I'd seen in near forever walked in. She was about five-seven or eight with a figure that'd stop a train. She was built and fit. How to describe this properly? She had every curve a woman SHOULD have but none of it was soft. She was wearing leather pants and a leather vest... and as near as I could tell, nothing else beyond her boots. Her blond hair hung to about the middle of her back, pulled up in a pony tail. She was gorgeous. Immediately behind her was another woman equally hot but in a colder kind of way. I can't really describe it. With short raven-black hair and dressed all in black denim, she was built as well as the blond, but in a more lean kind of way. She just didn't have the same curves but looked just as fit. And the curves she did have were more than sufficient to catch a man's attention. The two of them came in the door and almost immediately stepped to either side of the entry way. The small voice in the back of my head the one that always told me what to pay attention to in combat situations noticed that they had taken themselves out of the easy target area. Shooting someone in a doorway is easy. They're nicely silhouetted and directing fire at them is simple: aim at the doorway. As soon as they'd gotten through the doorway they separated themselves by only a step or two but in doing so had put themselves out of the doorway. It was then that I noticed that they both had busy eyes. They were aggressively scanning the dancing and drinking crowd as if looking for something. Turning to look at each other, their eyes met, a short nod was exchanged and then the blond moved off to her right while the dark haired lady moved off to her left. As they walked around the perimeter of the crowd it was obvious that they were still looking for something... or someone. Making a decision, I moved off to intercept the blond. I didn't know what my chances were of actually picking her up but at that point I'd be perfectly happy to chat with her for a few minutes and maybe make plans with her to meet there again sometime soon. After all, it was almost midnight. The guys in the bar who were trying to pick up women... and the women who were allowing themselves to be picked up where looking to get laid. I somehow knew that I had no chance of getting this beautiful woman in between the sheets, but I also knew that somehow my life would be better just for knowing her. I stepped up beside her at the edge of the crowd just near the hallway to the bathrooms. To get her attention I reached out to softly touch her arm and said, "Can I help you find something?" I had specifically NOT said, "Hey there, sexy" or some other equally inane thing. I wanted her to have to look at me and answer a question. The fact that my question pointed out her obvious actions of looking for someone made her acknowledge me. Turning to face me she almost looked like she was ready to bite my head off... or punch me in the face. Even as hard as I was from combat I had a fleeting thought that getting hit by this woman would hurt. That little voice told me again... her muscles had tensed the moment I touched her. As she turned to look at me her entire body tensed... her knees bent as if she was lowering herself into a fighting stance... her eyes identified me as a nonthreat and she began to relax. But not much. "No, thank you," she said. "I'm just looking for a friend." She started to turn away to continue on, but my hand on her arm not grabbing her but just applying enough pressure to let her know it was still there kept her from going. "Would that be your brunette friend that you came in with?" I asked. The question again communicated that I knew more about her than she might have thought was obvious. Before she could answer I continued, "If so, she's right over there," I indicated with a nod of my head. "And she looks like she's hunting too." I don't know why I used the word "hunting" but it seemed appropriate. The blond looked at me again, relaxed just a little more and then took a better look. I saw that I was being appraised and didn't flinch. She looked me up and down, checked out my hands, looked at my face, neck and hair

and then back in my eyes. "Actually," she said, "We are trying to find someone." She paused and took a breath as if what she was going to say took some courage. "But I think we should talk more sometime. You got something you can write my number on?" I'd have written it in blood on the back of my hand if I had to right then, but I just happened to have a pen and some business cards. She told me her name was Jessie and she gave me her cell number. I promised to call her the next day and she said that would be great and then added, "But not until afternoon sometime... I'll be out late tonight." She walked away then, continuing in the direction she had been her eyes still seeking out whatever target she was hunting. Again, I wasn't sure why I viewed her actions that way, but it seemed appropriate language to describe her behavior. As I watched she met her raven-haired friend, the talked together for a moment and then the dark haired woman pointed to a man dancing on the floor. Jessie looked, nodded and together they went to him. He didn't look happy to see them but didn't resist as they led him toward the door. I wondered what was going on that a guy would be so unhappy to be leaving with two such hot women... but then forgot about it. Maybe I'd ask Jessie when I called. I did call her late the next afternoon. She seemed like she was still waking up but we had a pleasant conversation that I later realized was more about me and my background than anything about her. We went out that night for dinner and it was more of the same. That started a nice relationship that seemed to revolve around her constantly asking me about my family, service, values, etc. and working out. We went to the gym together nearly every day and we began enjoying social outings during the week. Whatever job she had and several months later I still didn't know she worked every Friday and Saturday night. We enjoyed lots of "dates" during the weeks and months that followed. I was surprised at how often she enjoyed going to the shooting range... or to the archery range... or to the local gym where we could work out together, sometimes followed by sparring or wrestling in the mat room. Wrestling with Jessie always made me uncomfortably hard but she seemed to ignore it and not mind it at all. On more than one occasion I know she was equally excited but she kept her desires under wraps quite well. Like any relationship, after a few weeks, after we'd been to a movie or dinner on our dates, we'd sometimes go back to my place. I shared it with my buddy we'd served together and often Jessie and I would snuggle on the sofa to chat, watch a softly burning fire, or watch television. Just as common to budding relationships, we often ended up making out and I have to say that I truly enjoyed caressing her firm curves. Her kisses were aggressive almost as if she was searching for something with her tongue. I didn't mind at all. Her lips were strong and the rest of her body was equally strong. It took almost three months of me being patient before I finally got her to take off any piece of clothing... and I found even more perfection. Her chest wasn't high and firm because of her clothing... her clothing simply covered what was already high and firm. Her nipples were sensitive and the first night I got to suck one of them she came gently as I nibbled her left nipple with my teeth. Thinking that I was making progress, I moved my hand down her belly as she came down off her orgasm... and I started to unsnap her pants. Her strong hand grabbed mine and she said, "Not yet." I wanted to argue, but the look in her eyes said I'd better not. I told myself that it must just be a bad time of the month and I only had to be patient another week. Still, she'd obviously just cum and I was rock hard and throbbing. My cock was smearing a wet spot of precum inside my boxer briefs and if she wasn't going to do anything about it I knew I'd have to later. She NEVER spent the night so I knew I'd have the chance. At that point I wouldn't have cared if she stayed to watch, but I'd have rather she helped. Almost as if she read my mind she said, "But I feel like I owe you... let me see what you've got." As she said that her hands reached into my crotch and she began to undo my jeans. Heaven began... When she'd gotten my pants loose enough she pulled on them and I lifted my hips to help her wriggle them down. She took my underwear with my jeans and a smile crossed her face as my length popped free. I was as hard as I can get and we'd been making out long enough that I knew she knew what kind of equipment I had. Still, it was the first time she'd seen it... and she definitely didn't look disappointed. I watched, holding my breath, as she grasped my manhood in her soft but strong hand and very slowly bent forward to place a warm wet kiss on the head. Her lips were just barely open but I felt her tongue touch the slick opening at the end of my throbbing cock, and as she pulled away from the kiss the suction made it clear I'd have no precum left seeping... and I was right. With that she laid her head down on my shoulder and began stroking my length slowly... steadily... with her strong but oh so soft and wonderful feeling hand... and in a short while my cock was jumping, spitting thick jets of cum all over my belly, shirt and her hand. I heard a moan escape her as she watched my cum shooting and I enjoyed the fact that she kept stroking until no more cum was flowing... and then she squeezed my shaft from base to tip several times, milking my cock to make sure every drop had come out. When my breathing had returned to some semblance of normal she lifted her head to look up at me. "Thank you," I said, smiling down at her. "It's the least I could do," she said smiling back up at me. "Maybe someday soon we can do something more than just 'the least'."

"I look forward to it a lot," I said. "Me too," she replied. Once again I wondered why, if that were the case, we weren't taking care of it right then? But it seemed not a good time to ask such a question. Patience that little voice cautioned me. Together we went into the bathroom to clean up. She washed her hands while I took of my shirt and used a warm wet washcloth to wipe all of my cum off. Walking her to the door afterward I gave her a long kiss goodnight and felt every inch of her body against mine. We exchanged a few words about talking the next day and then she mentioned Halloween. It was coming up but I didn't have any plans. She mentioned a party and said we should go. I said that would be great. She suggested that I bring a friend. I said I might know someone interested in going, but why? She talked about her girlfriend who rarely got guys to ask her out because even though she was beautiful she was kind of intimidating looking. I knew she meant the raven-haired beauty that had been with her the first night I met her... but I didn't say anything. We kissed again and she took off. I still didn't know where she went, where she lived or what she did for a living. I talked to my room mate about the party and he seemed mildly interested. He had seen Jessie's friend at the club the few months before and remember how hot she was... but he wasn't big on being "set up". In the end he agreed to go provided nothing more promising came up. He didn't have a steady girlfriend and I knew he'd be interested to see if he could get the chick in between the sheets. Things looked good all the way up until the Saturday of the party. Jessie and I had seen each other a few times but we hadn't had a chance to be alone again. I was kind of hoping that my room mate his name is Rick by the way would hook up with Jessie's friend Kate and we'd all end up back at our place in our separate rooms. But that Saturday morning, Rick's mom was in a car accident and ended up in the hospital. Since it was several hours away he felt he had to go over to take care of her or just be there "in case". When I called to give Jessie the news she was quite for a few minutes before saying, "Well, we'll just have to keep Kate with us and make sure she has a good time." I agreed even though part of me was disappointed. I knew that I wouldn't be getting Jessie home alone if Kate was tagging along with us. Oh, well... I'd just have to suffer through spending the evening in the company of two gorgeous women... at least one of which I knew was hot for me. Since it was a Halloween Party, costumes were required. The easiest thing for me to dress up as was a Marine. After all I still had all the uniforms. Dress? Or field? I went with field and wore the battle dress uniform, or BDU. It was quite comfortable. Jessie and Kate showed up at my place to meet me so we could travel to the party together. Jessie was dressed up as a huntress complete with bow & arrows, and I do have to say that she looked exceptionally hot in the brown leather pants, light blue leather vest and those arm things that archers wear. Kate was dressed all in black leather with some kind of corset thing built into her outfit. It made her chest stand up and pushed it together to make it look even bigger than it was. Around her waist was a gunbelt with a holster on either side. Each holster had a toy handgun in it. I thought it was funny that I was dressed as a soldier and I was the only one without a weapon. The party was being held at a huge mansion on the outskirts of town. It had a gothic look and feel to it lots of stone and wrought iron. While I'm used to going to parties that have, at most, forty or fifty people, I was overwhelmed at the number of people I saw on the grounds in front of the mansion. There were at least six young men providing valet parking service and they were carefully working in amongst the 100+ people who were socializing on the front lawn, coming and going out of the house. Virtually everyone I saw with the exception of the valet servants was in some type of costume. Pirates were in abundance along with the "typical" collection of witches, school girls, police officers, firemen... damned near any "character" you could think up a stereotypical costume or uniform for. To my delight I didn't see any other soldier costumes and no other female I could see was dressed in any way similar to Jessie. There WERE a couple of guys around dressed in dark clothing, some with overcoats, but most without wearing gunbelts or other gear that almost made them seem like counterparts to Kate's costume. Once our vehicle had been taken from us by one of the attendants Jessie led Kate and I into the main foyer of the immense building. The foyer itself was larger than most living rooms I'd been in. It had to be fifty feet by fifty feet and the triple wide curved staircase wound up along one side to landings on the second and third floors. Looking up I realized that the foyer was as tall as the mansion, reaching all the way to the roof of the third floor some almost forty feet above us. The floor was marble and the paintings on the foyer walls looked like they came out of sixteenth century England. Everything I saw screamed "Money" with its favorite attachment... "power". As we stepped through the front door, Jessie slung her bow so that she no longer had to carry it in one hand. Once we were inside Jessie's lead gave way to Kate and I perceived a slight shift in comfort and control. Jessie stepped back slightly taking my hand in hers as she did so as we followed Kate into the main ball room which I'm totally at a lack of words to describe. HUGE is as close as I get. Hundreds of people were mingling about. At every corner I could see a bar and one wall featured a fireplace that had to have been every bit of twenty feet wide by fifteen feet tall and ten feet deep. Jessie, Kate and I could have all stood in the middle of it and been literally surrounded by the fire built there. We followed Kate as she moved at a leisurely pace toward the fireplace, and I didn't realize where we were going until we found ourselves in front of a man seated in a comfortable old chair. Standing to either side of the chair

were attractive women one on each side. I noticed that they were dressed nearly identical to Kate, but neither of them contained her grace or beauty. When the man looked up to see Kate he immediately stood and hugged her. She appeared to return it warmly. "Kate, my dear," the man said in a rich baritone voice, "It's lovely to see you." "And you," I heard Kate say. "I've missed you so much. I never thought I'd get home again." Looking over at Jessie I arched an eyebrow to silently ask, "Home?" She shook her head to indicate that she didn't have an answer... at least not one she'd share right then. Breaking their embrace, Kate turned to introduce us. "Strasser," she called the man, "these are my friends Jessie and Wolf." Strasser took Jessie's offered hand in both of us, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the back of it delicately, before saying, "Jessie, my dear... Kate has told me so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "The pleasure is all mine," Jessie said with a smile. I knew her well enough to know that the smile was forced and her body language told me that she was entirely uncomfortable with the kiss she'd gotten on her hand. I was willing to bet she'd wipe that spot on her pants as soon as she was out of sight of the man. Releasing her hand Strasser turned to me and offered his hand. I extended mine and shook a hand that felt cold and clammy as if dead. No wonder Jessie hadn't liked his touch. "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Wolf," Strasser said. Shaking his hand as strongly as I could because his grip was nearly crushing my hand I said, "A pleasure to meet you, Sir. Thank you for having us as guests to your party." He didn't release my hand as he replied, "Any friend of Kate's is a friend of mine. Please make yourselves at home and stay as long as you wish." I nodded my quiet thanks and he finally let go of my hand. I'm not weak but damn my hand was throbbing. Strasser had a contained strength that was hidden beneath his mature exterior. He looked about sixty years old with refined features and a lordish bearing. I didn't know what to make of him. Kate stayed to chat with Strasser for a few more minutes while Jessie and I headed over to the buffet table to fill some snack plates. Plates full and in hand, we found a spot out of the way of the crowd movement where we could snack and chat. I looked around the room and realized that it was the nearly perfect place to have a Halloween Party but I'd never host a Christmas Party there. It was too dark... gothic... dead feeling. The thoughts caused a shiver to run down my spine. Jessie saw it and smiled. "Someone dancing on your grave?" she asked with a grin. "More likely a whole party is being held on my grave," I grinned back. That I had made enemies in my short life and didn't let it bother me at all was no secret between she and I. She grinned, nodded and then her mood visibly changed. Her face got more serious. "Listen," she said quietly, "there are a few things you need to know now." "Okay," I said. "You sound quite serious, and I have to ask why now?" "Because we've been together for several months," she said. I never enjoyed the world "together" so much. "And you've proven yourself to be all that I could hope for," she finished. My heart was soaring. "But there are things about me that you don't know and you need to know them so you can decide how we're going to proceed from here." Now she had me curious. "First," she started off, "I'm not employed. I am financially independent thanks to a philanthropic endowment my family received decades ago for our public service work." I nodded and she continued. "Second, and although this will be hard for you to believe it's imperative that you believe this before you can believe anything else I'm going to tell you..." I nodded for her to go on. "Kate is an actual vampire as is Strasser, the women on both sides of him and several other people here at this party." That one I almost choked on. "You mean vampire like in they like to drink blood?" I asked. "Or vampire like they're the undead and immortal and HAVE to drink blood to survive?" The little voice inside me said that this was some kind of Halloween joke she was playing to enliven the mood. Another little voice said that she was totally serious and it explained a few things. "I mean like they're really vampires, the undead and they have to drink blood to survive," she said. She was quiet for a moment, watching me... looking at my body language, my eyes, the set of my shoulders... she was looking for sign of disbelief or belief. Did I believe in Vampires? I didn't NOT believe in them. I think there's a lot we can't explain in the world. The undead? Not sure about that. People who drink blood? Absolutely. There are all kinds of crazies out there. But if these people were Vampires who were the undead and who did need to drink blood to survive, why would Jessie knowingly be at a party with a bunch of them? It seemed to me like she was offering herself and me up as

potential victims. I realized I had been holding my breath and let it out... "Okay," I said slowly. "Let's for a second say I believe you and they are vampires... why are we here? What the fuck are you doing hanging out with Kate?" "She's my friend," answered Jessie strongly. "She was before she was turned and she is now." The phrase, "before she was turned" caught me ear. Kate hadn't been a vampire for long. Jessie went on. "This is a group of vampires that don't believe in hunting humans for survival. They have a processing procedure for collecting voluntarily donated blood and they've gotten pretty good at cloning human blood..." She paused to let all that sink in before she continued. "But now I have to know that you truly believe what I'm telling you or else you won't believe everything else I have to say." Once again I had to exhale hard. "Okay," I said. "I believe you. What else?" Looking at my eyes as if to determine whether or not I really believed her, Jessie hesitated for a few minutes before going on. "The public work my family does? It's vampire hunting and killing. All throughout my youth I was trained to do the work and it's been my only occupation as an adult." Alrighty then. That would explain the huntress outfit. Maybe she really was just jerking my chain? I saw the look in her eyes and considered the past few months: Her fitness levels; her demonstrated skills with guns, knives and the very bow she was carrying; how hard it was to wrestle with her and not lose. Hmmm.... "Okay," I said again. "What else?" In a startling moment of frailty, Jessie lowered her eyes in shame or embarrassment... and then raised them back up to meet mine. "As a result of my chosen profession, I haven't had many relationships... one in fact and once I told him the truth he laughed at me, called me crazy and then walked away." I could hear the pain in her voice. She must have really cared about the guy. She continued. "Since Kate was turned, she's had a hard time learning to deal with her own emotions and... well... her physical needs." That look of embarrassment / shame crossed her face again and I realized she was trying to build up the courage to admit something to me. When she did I didn't know whether I should be jealous, excited or grossed out. "As a result of both of our situations, and mostly due to our long friendship, Kate and I became lovers." THAT made my eyebrows go up in surprise. I had long forgotten my snack plate but now suddenly felt like I needed a minute to think, so I took a mouthful of cheese and crackers and began chewing. I looked at the absolutely gorgeous woman standing in front of me. Then I looked over at the absolutely gorgeous Kate still talking to Strasser. A Vampire? Her? She was so hot! How could she be cold? Another realization smacked me in the face and I had to give voice to it. More overwhelming than the reality of her lesbian or bi-sexual orientation, was the complete contradiction of how she could be a vampire killer but best friends with a vampire and bringing me to a vampire party! After I'd choked down my cheese and cracker, and in stuttered words that I'm sure barely made any sense I asked her about it and she explained it gently. As it turned out, Kate and this group of vampires didn't believe in hunting humans for food... in fact, they were so against it that they fought against those vampires who DID consider humans a food source. As a result, a centuries old war had been fought between the two vampire clans. Strasser was the leader of this clan. Kate had been turned by a member of the "bad" clan... and she'd been saved by Strasser. Okay... another deep breath.... Could all this be real? "So what are we doing here?" I finally asked Jessie. "How can we be so comfortably socializing at a Halloween Party when there is this war raging?" Meeting her eyes I asked what was the more important question for me. "And if you and Kate are involved, what the heck are you doing with me?" I'd have sworn she blushed. Her answer was straight forward. "Kate and I became lovers out of necessity. Neither of us had a boyfriend and both of us can be fairly intimidating. We live with a reality that most humans aren't strong enough to accept... and those that are usually so closed minded that they automatically assume all vampires are evil." Realizing she'd gotten slightly off track, she redirected. Taking my plate from me and putting it down with hers, she ran her hands up my chest and stepped very close to me, looking up at me, talking to me with our lips no more than inches apart. "But neither she nor I is homosexual. We're both very heterosexual and consider our own sexual dalliances nothing more than necessary release." I saw her eyes drop and then raise to meet mine again. "And there's another reason... All human sexual secretions have a lot of chemical similarities to blood. We've discovered that during our encounters... if she pleases me with her mouth, then my juices serve to quell her cravings for blood." I found myself getting hard just thinking about the idea of Kate between Jessie's legs... licking and sucking her to orgasm... not out of a desire to please but out of a need to survive. Jessie felt the growing lump in my pants and continued. "We haven't discovered yet whether or not a man's juices have the same affect on her..." she took a deep breath and gave me a kiss before finishing... "but we want to find out tonight." My dick was most definitely interested. My brain was screaming against the idea! Willingly stick my dick into the mouth of a predator... a woman who thrives on human blood... feed her? Oh, HELL no... but she was so hot... and Jessie let Kate eat her... and this was a chance to have them both... How many men make the wrong decision because they think with the wrong head? That was me that night. The little head won.

It was at about that time that Kate came over to join us. I felt my own face flush and I wondered if a red-faced human looked any more or less edible for a vampire. Kate's words were pleasant and light-hearted. She sounded like she was having a good time. "Hi, guys," she said to both of us. "Having fun?" "A blast," I said, looking at Jessie as I answered. "Learning all kinds of stuff." Hearing the tone in my voice, Kate's face darkened and I could see the light mood drifting away. Jessie stepped up to save the day. Putting her arms around my waist and cuddling against me she said, "I was just telling Wolf here all about you and Strasser and how we pass our time... both work and play," Jessie said with a smile. Kate's face brightened a little but not too much. Looking at me she asked, "And what do you think about all that?" Obviously this was a make or break moment. I was either completely okay with her being a vampire or I was going to be tossed however delicately out of Jessie's life. Everything I'd been told made it clear that the friendship and commitment shared between Jessie and Kate was of ultimate importance to both of them. Very carefully I answered her. "I think that if we're not careful we learn things everyday that can really knock us for a loop." I breathed. "I think that it's fantastic that you and Jessie share the friendship that you share, and that you're both so open minded you can assist each other with your shared needs." I was trying to be careful about how I said things to make it clear that I was talking about sex, but without taking the how conversation TO sex. "And I think that I'm honored that Jessie has chosen to share the truth with me and, in essence, asked me to help you both out in any way I can." I took a deep breath to see if my answer was being accepted in the same open way it was given. Kate's eyes met Jessie's eyes and they stared at each other for a few seconds. None of us moved. None of us dared hardly breath. Kate looked back at me. "So, you really believe it all?" she asked. I nodded yes. "And you're okay with it all?" she asked. I nodded yes. "And are you saying that just because you want to get in Jessie's pants... or mine?" she asked. I couldn't just nod to that one. "Kate," I said honestly, "I've wanted to get into your pants since I first saw both of you at the club some months ago. But at this point I've never been so unsure of my desires to get between a woman's legs in my life. I believe it. I'm okay with it. Everything else... we'll have to see how it goes." Kate absorbed all that without a word. The look on her face didn't change. Looking over at the snack plates Jessie and I had put down, Kate asked, "Have you two gotten enough to eat?" Jessie nodded, her head still against my chest. I said, "For now." Kate looked at me some more, and then at Jessie and then back at me. "Okay," she said. "Then follow me." Arm in arm Jessie and I obeyed. Kate led us back into the foyer and up the staircase... to the third floor... and then down a hallway. The soldier in me kept track of where we were going so I could find the nearest way out. It was a good habit that might not be good in the relaxed civilian world. I also knew that after my time in combat it would never go away. At the fourth door on the left in the hallway, Kate opened the door and gestured for Jessie and I to enter the room. Kate followed us in and I heard her lock the door behind us. The room was a large bedroom suite... complete with a huge attached bathroom and a sitting area. While the mansion seemed antique overall, the room was furnished in ultra-modern. All of the furniture was metal framed and there was a contemporary entertainment center along the far wall across from the bed. The television was a plasma screen that looked about six feet wide and sat over what was obviously satellite input equipment. The stereo was also there and surround sound speakers were visible on the walls. Jessie stepped away from me and over to a large chair... unslinging her bow and putting it across the chair arms. The bow was followed by her quiver and she started to take off her arm guards. Kate walked farther into the room and over to another chair where she stripped off her gunbelt and put them in the chair. Looking back and forth between them I realized that both women were undressing... and not just putting down weapons. Jessie was unbuttoning her vest and I saw that she had no bra beneath it. Kate was unbuckling the front of the corset thing that was built into her leather outfit... I was falling behind the curve. Boots had to go first... As I undressed myself I enjoyed watching both women finish stripping down. Jessie's body was everything I expected it to be after all of our time together. Just as with her chest, her butt was full and firm and it had nothing to do with the pants she'd been wearing. It was full and firm completely naked... and delicious looking. Her thighs were strong and feminine appearing at the same time. Her long hair hung down across her chest as she stood up after pulling off her pants. Her nipples were erect and it wasn't cold in the room so I had to assume she was excited. Her pussy lips looked as firm as the rest of her and it took me two looks to see that what there was of her blond pubic hair was trimmed short and shaved into a thin line that disappeared into her slit. Her lips were smooth shaven and a shine of juice reflected light off of her puffy looking labia.

Kate had unbuckled the corset and was unzipping the leather outfit. I realized that it was a one piece outfit and watched as she peeled it off her shoulders and down her waist revealing her chest, smaller than Jessie's but with equally erect nipples and then wiggled it down over her hips. Her body wasn't as curved as Jessie's was, but looked equally fit. No flap anywhere. Not tanned, but not pale. Kate's pubic thatch was neatly trimmed and as dark black as her hair. If it weren't trimmed, her slit would have been hidden behind the tangle of blackness. Trimmed as it was, her full pussy lips were visible and they looked like they might be slightly moist. By the time Jessie had shaken out her hair above her naked body and Kate had stepped out of her leather catsuit, I had pushed down my pants and boxer-briefs. The room wasn't cold, and my manhood was growing. Where were we going to start? With a wink at Jessie, Kate turned and headed into the bathroom. Stepping over to me, Jessie pulled me into a warm aggressive embrace. I felt her body press against me and my erection pushing into her belly in return. I could feel her erect nipples as she pressed against me and pulled me into a kiss. "Thank you," she said softly afterward. "Thank you for me and for her," she finished. "I'm sure it will all be my pleasure," I said simply. Taking my hand she led me into the bathroom where Kate had started the water running in a huge shower. I mean huge... it was at least ten feet square and had about a dozen showerheads built into the ceiling. There was steam flowing out of the shower area. Kate was standing in the middle of it, the water raining down on her... plastering her raven-black hair across her scalp and onto her neck. Jessie pulled me into the shower by my hand and together we joined Kate. Leading me by my hand, Jessie positioned me behind Kate... and turned her own body so that she was in front of Kate. Between us Kate stood motionless her nakedness seeming to drink in the moisture of the hot water. Jessie put my hands on Kate's hips and then reached around Kate to me to pull me in. When Jessie was done my hands were on Kate's hips, my cock was pushing against Kate's lower back and the rest of my body was pressed against her. Her body was cold. She didn't feel quite like ice, but she wasn't 98.6 degrees either. It dawned on me that vampires, being dead, probably didn't maintain what we humans would consider a normal body temperature. So Kate's body was, in general, room temperature... so probably about 70 degrees, give or take a few degrees. Jessie stepped up close to Kate's front, her breasts and nipples rubbing against Kate's... and pulled both Kate and I close against her. Together Jessie and I had made a Kate sandwich. And then I realized that between our body heat and the flowing hot water, we were warming Kate up. Jessie began to lick, kiss and gently suck on Kate's neck and shoulders and as she did so I used my hands to rub up and down what I could reach of Kate's body. When my hands ran up under Kate's chest, lifting and caressing her breasts, Jessie lowered her head farther and opened her mouth to suck in Kate's nipples as I raised them. It was quite an erotic feeling to feeding one woman's breast to another woman's mouth. Both of them moaned at the contact. As her nipple disappeared into Jessie's mouth, Kate finally reacted to us... reaching one hand around Jessie and another back around me as best she could... pulling both of us harder against us. As Jessie worked back and forth across Kate's nipples, Kate leaned her head farther back and turned her face up to mine... her lips were slightly parted and I realized that I could see her fangs... and her tongue flicking out across her lower lip. When any other woman did that I took it as a sign of horniness. Was it the same with a vampire? Was I brave enough to kiss her? To offer my tongue into her mouth? A certain level of trust was required... and we were well past where I should be having such doubts. Lowering my mouth to hers I closed my eyes as our lips met... and our tongues danced... hers was chilly but skilled and I felt her body begin to squirm as our tongues caressed each other. Jessie looked up to see our mouths working together and a, "Yesssss," hissed out of her. I felt Kate's hips and ass unexpectedly thrust back against me and when I opened my eyes, still kissing her now warming mouth, I saw that Jessie was still sucking Kate's nipple... but Jessie's hand had strayed farther down and was working in Kate's crotch. Moving my own hand down to join Jessie's I felt the juncture of Jessie's fingers where they were enveloped within Kate's pussy... Spreading my fingers along Kate's nether lips, I felt Jessie's fingers moving slickly in and out of Kate's sex... two strong fingers hooking in and out, Jessie's palm forced against Kate's mound with every completed entry... and sliding up across Kate's clit with every withdrawal. Kate was beginning to warm... and warm quickly. I could feel the heat of her ass against my rock hard length as she bucked her hips back and forth in reaction to Jessie's fingers. I could feel the heat in her breasts as I continued to feed them to Jessie's hungry mouth. And then Kate pushed us both away, grabbing Jessie as she moved and spinning her around so that when the turn was complete, Kate and I had made a Jessie sandwich. Now it was Jessie's sex ass up against me; her chest in my hands; and Kate's fingers finding, opening and sliding into Jessie's slippery heat. Passion seemed to be taking control of us as we moved together. Just before my lips met Jessie's just as they had Kate's moments before in a kiss, I heard her murmur, "Soon." And then our tongues were working just as Kate's and my bodies were working against Jessie's. Kate lifted her head just far enough away from Jessie's nipple to say, "I need to feed." "Do it," Jessie said demandingly. For a moment I thought Kate was going to sink her fangs into Jessie's tit... and then I remembered what Jessie had told me about sexual secretions and held my breath as Kate sank to her knees and pressed her face to the juncture of Jessie's now bowed legs. Jessie's body began to sag in pleasure and I found myself holding her up, continuing to kiss her as Kate's tongue and lips worked against Jessie's flowing womanhood. Jessie's body writhed in pleasure and began to buck as her orgasm neared... and then exploded... and was almost immediately followed by another... and another... and another... and almost five minutes went by as I held and

kissed my new lover whilst her female lover sucked hungrily on her pussy. When Jessie's explosions of pleasure had passed and she could almost breath normally, Kate stood up and said, "More..." It was a question and a statement. She wanted... needed more. Could she have it? Where from I wondered? Finding the strength to support her own weight, Jessie held my hand and led me out of the shower... both of us following Kate to the bed. I watched as Kate climbed onto the bed on her knees... and Jessie stopped at the edge of the bed, releasing my hand with a single word: "Wait." I obeyed. I needed more pleasure... and was having fun pleasuring both these women. Kate was on her knees with her legs spread pretty wide facing us on the bed. Jessie climbed onto the bed giving me an excellent view of her delicious ass and now swollen dripping pussy... crawling onto the bed until her face was almost even with Kate's pussy. And then Jessie laid down, turned onto her back and slid her face under Kate's sex. With a smirk at me Kate said, "Get behind me," and then lowered her face back down to Jessie's sex. They were in a 69 and with no hesitation they were both eagerly eating each other's sex. I came out of my momentary trance and realized what Kate had told me. Stepping around the bed I found myself looking down at Jessie's face below Kate's spread ass and pussy. Jessie was hungrily tonguing and sucking on Kate's pussy and the undead though Kate may have been she was certainly enjoying Jessie's attention. Looking up at me Jessie saw my cock waving at full length, needing attention and craving a hot moist opening to probe. Tilting her head just a little away from Kate's sex, Jessie opened her mouth and waggled her tongue. I took the offer and presented my cockhead to her mouth. She worked her mouth on it some, but was restricted by her position. Pulling her head down away from my length she said, "Come on. Fuck my mouth." At those words I heard Kate make a noise that was some mixture of a moan and a whine. Ignoring it, Jessie made the same gesture she had before: open mouth, tongue waggling. An open invitation. Moving my length back to her mouth I didn't hold back. I slid my length in until I felt my swollen knob hit the back of her throat and then I began stroking back and forth. Through Jessie's mouth I felt her cum again against Kate's tongue and lips and I remembered that Kate was eagerly sucking up Jessie's pussy juice; living off of it much as she would the blood of either of us. I heard and felt Jessie moan as she came and when the orgasm had passed she pushed against my cock with her tongue, forcing me out of her mouth. Looking up at me as I looked down in askance at her, she used both her hands to hold open Kate's pussy for me and then looked at my cock and then Kate's pussy... and then my cock... and then Kate's pussy... and I finally got the hint. Holding my cock, which was slick with Jessie's spit, I guided it to Kate's inviting pussy and pushed just the head in. Kate's pussy wasn't hot... it was kind of cool... but it was slick and otherwise felt just like every other woman I'd been inside of. With a short stroke out I pushed more back in and heard Kate moan. "Give it all to her," I heard Jessie moan, still holding Kate's pussy open for me. With my next thrust I sank my full length into Kate and reveled in the pleasure of hearing both women moan. Holding my cock at full penetration, I ground my hips there for a few moments, feeling my balls rubbing on Jessie's nose as she went back to sucking on Kate's clit. Then I heard Jessie say, "Now fuck her. Fuck her hard, but don't cum in her." Then she was sucking clit again. Holding Kate's hips and realizing that my balls were bouncing across Jessie's face with every stroke, I began to slide in and out of Kate with strong thrusts. I wasn't going fast at first, just all the way out and then slamming back in. Jessie has said, "Hard," and I had no intention of disappointing either of them. As I continued to stroke I built my rhythm and speed, gradually increasing my pace until I WAS literally fucking Kate as hard and as fast as I could. The thought that I had yet to fuck Jessie crossed my mind... And, as if she could read my mind, Kate pulled her head out of Jessie's pussy long enough to say, "We need to move." Jessie apparently knew what she meant. None of us was going anywhere if I kept fucking into Kate, so I pulled out. Kate got off of Jessie and both of them got up on their knees in different corners of the bed. "Lay down," Jessie said to me. She was breathless with the number of orgasms Kate had eaten her to and through. Both of them had pussy juice on their faces... across their lips and chins. My cock was smeared with Kate's juices and bouncing with every beat of my heart. Never have I been as thankful for still being in the physical condition I'd earned in the Marine Corps. Laying down, I wondered what was next. What came next was Jessie straddling my cock and settling down quickly onto it. Here I was finally where I'd wanted to be for months. Her pussy felt as wonderful as I thought it would. Compared it Kate's sex Jessie's was amazingly hot, much wetter and felt like a velvet vice. Settling herself down completely on me, Jessie ground her ass down and I could feel her cervix grinding around my cockhead deep inside her. With her hands on my chest, she began to ride up and down my length; full strokes that only kept my swollen knob inside her with each upstroke... and nothing but my balls left out on each down stroke. As Jessie began to build her momentum, Kate through a knee over my head and straddled my face. I looked up into her pussy and realized that, dead or not, freshly fucked looked the same on all women. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. Her labia looked puffy and her slit was swollen open somewhat. As she spread her knees farther apart to lower her pussy onto my face, I put my tongue out and held it stiffly so she'd feel it and position herself accordingly. She did a good job as she lowered her body and my tongue slid directly into her hole.

Stopping to keep her weight from resting on my face, Kate began to hump her hips back and forth. All I had to do was keep my tongue stuck out. She rocked so far that I was licking her slit from clit to asshole... and back and forth. At the same time I was reveling in the pleasure of Jessie's tight pussy riding up and down my shaft, occasionally grinding down and around to stir my length inside her. After a few minutes of riding, Jessie lifted herself off my shaft... and Kate leaned down to engulf my cock in her mouth. No matter what her normal body temperature was, her mouth was hot. She hungrily and I mean more hungrily than any woman I'd ever been with began to suck my cock. Absentmindedly I realized that she was still feeding... sucking Jessie's pussy juices off my length. When Kate was sure she'd gotten it all, she raised back up and Jessie settled back down on me. "Don't forget," Kate said with a hiss. "I haven't," replied Jessie. I wondered what they were talking about but wasn't in a position to ask. The timing of Jessie pulling off and Kate sucking my length kept up for several rotations. Every few minutes Jessie would pop off and Kate would immediately suck my length in. She was aggressive about it. She was energetic about it. She sucked in my length until her nose was against my balls and my cock was buried in her throat. If she could have opened her mouth far enough I think she might have sucked in my balls too. I remember thinking that Kate, by far, gave the best blow job I'd ever had... and that it had nothing to do with my cock or her appreciation for it. It was all about Jessie's juices. Finally my cock had had enough and I felt my cum begin to boil. I knew I'd be cumming soon and said as much. As soon as I had, Jessie popped off my length and Kate lowered her head to suck me more aggressively than she previously had. I don't know how she did it, but she opened her mouth and slid down my cock and began to bob her head and my orgasm just kept building. When I finally came Kate positioned my cock so that my cum was sucked between her lips and the cum was spurting directly onto her tongue. I felt a number of strong spasms, each representing another thick rope of hot cum jetting into Kate's mouth, followed by an equal number of less intense spasms, each still representing more cum flowing out of my length. Holding my cum in her mouth, Kate dismounted my head and I could see Jessie kneeling there next to me, looking at Kate. I looked up at Kate and watched as she gulped several times, swallowing my cum and then licking her lips clean. She worked her mouth like you would if you had peanut butter on the roof, and then swallowed again. Her face looked like she was in heaven. "Well?" Jessie asked. In answer Kate only nodded. Jessie looked down at me with a big smile. I assumed that this meant that a man's cum was as acceptable of a substitute for blood as was a woman's sexual juices. Together we all lay snuggled on the bed, Kate between Jessie and I so that her body temperature stayed up. When I'd recovered, little more than five or ten minutes later, the ladies were both back at my cock again, sharing it between them as they sucked back and forth. The second time around they sixty-nined with Jessie on the bottom and Kate straddling her face... but with me between Jessie's legs. I got to kneel between them and fuck until I came... FINALLY inside my new lover. Since Kate knew what my cum tasted like... and loved the taste of Jessie's pussy... combining the two only made sense. After I had cum deep into Jessie I got out of the way and watched as Kate sucked and licked Jessie's pussy clean of my load. Jessie had cum three times more while I was pumping into her and twice more as Kate ate her clean. As we lay together the second time... recovering our breath... Jessie turned to me and said, "You've passed the final test. We want you to join us in our fight." "Okay," was all I could manage. "It's sometimes very hard," Jessie said seriously. "But every night, after the fight, we celebrate life together. Can you handle both of us every night?" "I'll do my damndest," I answered her with a smile. That was almost a year ago and it's been one heck of a pleasurable and ugly year. Almost every night of the week we're out hunting and fighting "bad" vampires. Successful in our hunt or not, we celebrate nearly every night. During Jessie's time of the month oddly enough she doesn't play with Kate and I but merely watches television while Kate and I shower and then play. I have learned to love cumming deep into my love, Jessie, full well knowing that Kate is going to suck it all out. And it's quite a pleasure to always have a woman handy who is willing to suck down my cum after I've unloaded it onto her tongue between her hungry lips. I've got a few more scars than I used to have, but my weapons skills have improved if anything and I'm still in great shape. Last week we found a beautiful young lady named Shelby that had been bitten but not bled dry. She turned and is now with Strasser. Jessie and Kate have both expressed their feelings about how attractive Shelby is... and their hope that, once properly trained by Strasser, she'll be sent to work with us. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up with the three of them...