SUCCUBUS – NO MORE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

I lay in bed next to my lovely wife of four years, sleeping like a baby in my arms. That’s the way she fell asleep. I don’t know why, but I can go to sleep. I close my eyes, but sleep won’t come. I’ve tried counting sheep, but I loose count and still can’t sleep. I’m tired and weary, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. Nothing out of the usual things, happened today; nothing frightened me, no one accused me or threatened me, I didn’t spend any money that I’d have to pay back or couldn’t afford. So, what is it, that’s keeping me awake.

I’m afraid to move, because I might wake Jenna, then she wouldn’t be able to return to sleep. It’s 12:30 am; we’ve been in bed for three hours or more; it was eight thirty when we decided to go to bed, but we didn’t go to bed right then, so I must have been laying here for at least three hours. Why can’t I go to sleep?

The clock on the nightstand is electric, so it can’t “tick”. I’m wishing it were a wind-up clock, so it would “tick”, then maybe the ticking sound would sooth me to sleep. What is it?

Then, it came to me. I was grieving for my young niece, 9 year old, Michelle. She was buried last month and we attended the funeral. She died of liver failure. We tried to get a donor, but there was no match, and time ran out.

I loved her like if she were my own daughter. I enjoyed every time they visited and brought Michelle. We played together, I took her to the show, the park, anywhere she wanted to go, and we had fun.

I thought of her and prayed that she was comfortable and in a beautiful place, surrounded by clean trees, flowers and bushes, with blue lakes, filled with swans, swimming and birds chirping; the kind of things that she loved in life.

About six months ago, we spent the day at the local zoo. She enjoyed it very much.

“Uncle Todd, thanks for taking me today.” She said, in her soft sweet voice. “I had a good time and I hope the animals liked me, too.”

“I’m sure they did sweetheart.” I said.

That’s the way she was; always thinking of others, even the animals. She was a good girl and I miss her very much. One day, we had gone downtown on the bus and we were walking into the Sears store, where a homeless man was sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the building, begging.

She asked. “Uncle Todd, could I have a dollar, please?”

“What do you want a dollar for?”

“That man. He looks hungry.”

Rather than give her a lecture, about he would probably buy booze with the money, I reached in my pocket and gave her a dollar, which she gave to the man. She felt good about that.

Oh, we had some good times together; days in the swimming pool, weekend in the park or having a picnic with the family. I will miss her.

About a week ago, Jenna in I were having dinner at a local restaurant, when a couple with a little girl came in. I was sitting facing the door and my jaw dropped; the little girl was the spitting image of Michelle. When the Maître de arrived to take them to a table, they walked right by us, with in a few feet. It was Michelle. I felt a cold wave course through my body as she walked by. As she walked past, she turned her head and looked down at me and smiled. I was speechless. My heart was racing. I was weak and light headed.

After a while, I turned around to see where they were sitting, but they must have been in another room, because I couldn’t locate them. We finished our meal and got up to go. I had another look-around, but they weren’t anywhere that I could see. We left and came home.

I didn’t tell Jenna about what I had seen, because she would say it ‘wasn’t her’ or ‘it couldn’t have been her’ or that ‘I was mistaken’, or even worst, ‘you wanted to see her, so you made that girl, Michelle, up in your mind’.

We watched a little television and went to bed.

As I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about Michelle and some of the things we had done together. I miss her. I really miss her.

I have no idea how long I was laying there, when I heard a board in the floor creak. It woke me out of my reverie. There was enough light from the windows to see outlines and shadows. I looked up and saw a figure dim figure standing at the foot of the bed. I couldn’t make it out right away, but it looked like a young girl in a night gown. Then, the vision became clearer and I recognized her as Michelle, looking down at me, just as she had done in the restaurant, a few hours before.

I blinked my eyes, (I think they call that a “double take”) clearing away the haze of the darkness, but sure enough, there was no mistake, it was she.

“Michelle?” I whispered, not wanting to wake my wife.

“Hi, uncle Todd.” She said, in a far away voice, soft and low. “Can I lay next to you? I’m cold.”

I thought for a moment and was about to move Jenna’s arm from my chest, but she wasn’t there. I did another double take. She wasn’t laying beside me like she was a few minutes ago. ‘She probably got up to go to the bathroom or to get a drink of water.’ I thought.

I pulled the covers down, making room for Michelle to get in.

“Sure, sweetheart.” I welcomed her. “Come on and climb in. It’s nice and warm under the covers.” I scooted over a little to make room for her.

Slowly and stately, she walked around the bed and when she was on the side, away from where Jenna would be, she climbed under the covers and put an arm over my chest, as if to cuddle from the cold.

“My gawd, you’re shivering.” And I put my arm around her and held her close, to warm her and help stop her shivering. Her hair smelled of freshly mown Alfalfa grass, like I smelled at the stables, when I took her horseback riding. Her nightgown was soft and light and was very slippery to the touch. It felt wonderful to hold her, warm and safe, under the covers.

I felt very good, knowing I was protecting my niece. We snuggled and eventually, fell asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt around myself, but no one was there. Jenna had gotten up and was making coffee, because of the aroma from the kitchen. Michelle was probably visiting with Jenna, I thought, so I went to the bathroom.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” I said, entering the kitchen. “Where’s Michelle?”

Jenna looked at me, like I was crazy. “You know where she is, Todd. What do you want for breakfast.” She asked, placing a cup of freshly brewed coffee on the table.

I sat down and put cream and sugar in the coffee and stirred it, saying, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Of course, I know where she is.” I said, as an excuse for thinking, what happened last night was real.

I didn’t want to tell Jenna what happened, because she might think me strange for thinking it was real. We had breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, got dressed and we went to work; Jenna at the doctor’s office and me at the car dealership.

I couldn’t keep my mind on work, thinking about the night before. It seemed so real, like she was really there, touching me and me smelling the fragrance of her hair. I couldn’t wait for the day to end, so we could go to bed. I wanted to see her again. I miss her, so.

Jenna and I ate supper and cleaned up the kitchen, took our baths and went to bed. Jenna was in bed reading when I had finished my bath. I turned the overhead light out and climbed into bed, snuggling up to Jenna. She put the book down and started kissing and caressing me, so I reciprocated, but not willingly.

‘What if Michelle is in the room right now; is here and watching us?’ I feigned tiredness.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m too tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow night.” I begged.

“You had a rough day, sugar?” She asked.

“Yes. One of the worst. I didn’t sell one car all day.” I said, woefully. “I think I’ll just turn over and go to sleep. You continue reading your book.”

We kissed goodnight and I turned over, facing away from Jenna and waited for her to turn out the light. It seemed like hours, before she got sleepy and turned the light out. She snuggled next to me, like last night.

At first, I was wide awake, but now I was getting drowsy, because my eyes were closed, I was falling asleep. I fought the urge to sleep, but eventually, I drifted off. I didn’t see Michelle.

About a week passed and I almost forgot about that night and I was back to my usual self; laughing, teasing and making love with Jenna. Then, it happened again, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, covered myself, uncovered myself. I even got up, warmed a glass of milk and watched a bit of television, but I didn’t get sleepy.

Then, it occurred to me, maybe I should go back to bed, lay on my back and wish that Michelle would visit. So, I did just that. I got comfortable and crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the foot of the bed.

It seemed like an hour went by, then there she was, standing at the foot of the bed, with a slight glow about her. She was beautiful. She had shoulder length dark brown hair with streaks of red, with long bangs that draped over her left eye. Beautiful big brown eyes and a lovely milk, soft complexion. She was about four feet tall with a slender figure. I would say, she was a “knock-out” or “hot”. She looked even more alluring in the shadows.

I looked to my left and, to my surprise and relief, Jenna wasn’t there, so I looked back at Michelle.

“I’m so glad you came back, sweetheart.” I whispered. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, uncle.”

“Would you like to lay beside me?” I asked. “Are you cold?”

“No, but I would like to cuddle with you, if you don’t mind.”

“I’d like that, my dear.”

And, she walked around the bed as I pulled the covers down and made room for her, so she could slide in, next to me. She immediately put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, snuggling close to me and rubbing her body against mine. My heart picked up it’s pace, causing me to breath harder. Then, I noticed an erection beginning.

She felt warm and soft in her nightgown of that filmy, slippery fabric and we kissed and held each other, tightly. I don’t know how long this went on, but it felt good, so I kept it up.

Then, she pushed herself away from me and said, “Uncle Todd, would you do me a favor?”

Without hesitation, I said. “Sure, sweetheart. What is it?”

“Make love with me, uncle Todd.” She whispered.

“Oh, my gawd. I must be dreaming.” I said. “Did I hear you right, you want me to make love to you.”

“Please.” She supplicated. “You see, I never had a chance to have sex with you or anyone else, in life. I so wanted to be loved by you in a sexual way. I dreamed about making love with you and maybe even having your baby. Uncle Todd, I love you.” In she put her head on my shoulder and snuggled against me.

She felt so soft and warm, lying next to me. I had a hard-on, for a while, but now it got much firmer. I held her close and tight, feeling her butt through the silky fabric. What a turn-on. What was I to do?

‘Making love to a dead person?’ I thought. ‘That would be disgusting. Gross. It even sounds like it may be immoral. I’ll have to tell her “No”. But, then she feels so real, soft and cuddly; inviting. Besides, I’ve wanted to fuck her for the longest time.’

Then, I remembered a television show about a lost girl, or something. I don’t know why, but I never did watch it. I guess maybe, because I don’t like to get hooked on a TV show and have to watch it week after week, especially if the story is continued, then if you miss an episode, you have no idea what they’re talking about.

I thought some more, but before I say yes or no, I need more information. I so much want to have intercourse with her.

“Is it possible for us to make love?” I asked.

“Yes, and you’ll give me something that I’ve wanted for a long time.”

“I guess it would be alright. You can’t get pregnant, because you’re too young.” I reasoned.

“Oh, but I can. You see the rules of life, don’t apply to me.”

“But, what would you do with a baby. How would you raise it?” I asked.

“The same as if I were alive. I’d be a good mother.” She said, proudly. “And, I’d name him, Stanley Todd, after you.”

“Michelle, I’ve wanted to hold you like this, for a long time. I love you too, sweetheart.” I stroked her hair and brought her face to mine and we kissed, long and passionate. Her kisses were wet and eager, her tongue tangled with mine. The taste was incomparable. I didn’t want to stop. Saliva was all over my face.

She dropped her hand down to my crotch and felt around, finally resting on my wanting prick. She reached up to the waistband of my pajamas and felt around inside to find my oil soaked penis.

“Woo. It’s wet.” She whispered. “Did I do that?”

I chuckled, “I’m afraid you did.” I explained. “It’s getting ready to be lovingly inserted into your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh, that turns me on.” She breathed. “I can’t wait.”

I moved my hand around to the front of her nightgown and felt around between her legs. She opened her legs, wide and I pulled the hem up and I put my hand under her garment, feeling for her sweet little pussy. She started breathing heavy. She didn’t have any underwear on.

When I found her pussy, it was so wet and felt so smooth, I almost had an orgasm right then. I felt around for her clit and began massaging it. Rubbing it with a round and round motion. Then, I began rubbing it up and down and she started moaning and breathing much harder.

She had her little hand wrapped around my prick, with the ways of one who is used to handling the lucky organ, but I knew she wasn’t, because I had never seen her with a boy, before. Suffice-to-say, she massaged me with feeling and care, like she loved the thing, moving her hand up and down, slowly and deliberately, going a little faster with each stroke. I too, was breathing heavily.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I pushed her over and pulled her gown up over her waist and moved my body over hers. She regained control of my penis and while guiding it toward her pussy, she kept stroking it up and down. The feeling was magnificent.

Finally, I felt her pussy lips with the tip of my prick, smooth, soaking wet and, instinctively, I pushed it into her. She moaned once, as it touched her skin. She held it and moved it up and down into the separation between her Mons and it slowly started to penetrate into her body. We were both breathing very hard, by now and I felt weak and I’m sure she did also. My prick felt like it grew longer and was begging to be nestled inside of her body, as she moved it up and down over her hairless pussy.

It was a heavenly journey into the depths of her cunt; slow and a feeling like I have never felt before. Her pussy was very tight and smooth and the glands of my prick wanted to explode, even before it was all the was inside of her body. I pulled back and stopped the accent. I held her tight and bent down to kiss her.

We kissed for a while, both of us enjoying the other; my prick suspended inside her tight vagina, wet and warm and tightly enclosed. I renewed my efforts to embed my entire prick into her gloriously sweet pussy. It began to grow, again and seem to get harder. The feelings were sensually exquisite; I was in heaven.

We made love for about fifteen minutes and she began moaning and breathing harder. In fact, so was I. I slowed the pace, wanting this sensation to last as long as possible. She moaned, again; louder this time.

“Oh… it feels so good.” She whispered.

“Oh, yes.” I whispered, slowly. “Angel, I love you.”

“And I love you, uncle Todd.” She said, softly. “I love you with all my heart. Thank you for giving me this gift.”

“Shh… Enjoy the moment.”

I could tell, we were both ready to cum, so I slowed the pace just a little. My dick was burning and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go much farther. My dick seemed to grow, rapidly and then it felt like it was widening it’s girth. My whole body trembled as the first shot of my cum shot into Michelle’s heavenly pussy. I pushed my groin into hers as the contractions ripped through my body.

Michelle started wailing and she grabbed my body and pulled herself into me, screaming.

There was nothing I could do, to stop her because my body was being wracked with the pain of the orgasm, so I just let her wail. I was dizzy and out of breath. My dick felt as if it were in a fire, especially the glans. I never had an orgasm like this before.

We laid there a few minutes. Letting my dick stop twitching, pumping semen in to her pussy, then I rolled off of Michelle and scooted down a little, so that we were face to face and I kissed her.

“That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt.” She whispered. “Thank you.”

“No, it’s I who should thank, you, for giving me the opportunity to serve you.”

I had to tell her how I felt about her.

“Michelle, I’ve loved you, ever since I can remember. You were so sweet, jolly and you were always as cute as a bug. I couldn’t keep my hands off of you. I loved to pick you up and hold you in my arms, and I loved it when you kissed me.”

“I know, uncle Todd. I really loved you too for the past three years, I’ve wanted to get this close to you. To be intimate. I wanted to have you inside of me, and tonight, you made that dream come true. Thank you.”

We kissed for a while and caressed each other, until I got very drowsy and I wanted to go to sleep. We kissed good night and she nestled her head on my shoulder and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, when I woke-up, my pajamas were damp; soaked with semi died cum, on both legs and all below the waist. I hurried to the bathroom, took them off and threw them in the sink and washed them out, then threw them into the dirty clothes basket.

I jumped into the shower and showered well; washing all of the cum off of my body. The odor of the offensive stink was acrid and offended my being as the water coursed over my body. I washed my belly and scrubbed my legs, well. I stood under the water for a long time, rinsing every bit of the disgusting stuff off. I dried off and threw the towel over my shoulder and looked into the mirror in preparation for shaving.

I stood in horror; I saw my face. A face of a field of sores, boils, abrasions and pock marks, bleeding of blood, puss and corruption; hideous beyond imagination. I passed out.

THE END