John slowly worked his hands up Susan's braless chest, still covered by her top. Her breasts were soft as silk, and her nipples were erotically hard to the touch. He gently massaged her breasts, sending wild sensations to her brain. Slowly John worked Susan's top off her body, leaving her half naked in the cool open air. He then went to gently licking circles around her firm nipples. Susan was enjoying every second of it. She undid his belt and slowly rubbed his erect shaft while he was still tongue massaging her nipples. She could fell his penis was as hard as a rock. Although his dick was only medium sized, she loved the way it felt. Then she took off his shirt, leaving both exposed to the air. It didn't matter though. Their body heat turned the cool air to raging hot. She helped John take off his pants, leaving him completely exposed in the night sky. Still working on Susan's breast with his mouth, John slowly moved his way down to her waist, the whole time just licking her abdomen. Then he started to pull down Susan's flower design skirt and panties, exposing her naked pelvis. She had little pubic hair and a completely exposed view of her vagina. Her womanly scent filled the air and made John even more hard. He just kept on running his tongue down further until it reached her clitoris. Then he gently glided the tip of his tongue up and down her tiny erect clit. He could feel her arching her back and making deep breathing noises, so he just kept on massaging her clit and running his tongue along her slit. Each pass he pressed a little harder. She was getting very moist and her muscles were twitching out of ecstasy. Finally he glided his tongue into her hole, sending a lighting bolt of pleasure up her spine. He pushed his tongue in and out, each time deeper and deeper. After about two minutes of this, John decided it was time to move in for the big bang. Unfortunately, he found that he was unable to retract his tongue. After pulling and tugging for a few seconds, all he did was make it sore. He turned his eyes up toward Susan. "Now you're mine!" She shrieked through a wicked grin, and while John screamed in agony, her vaginal teeth started to chew on his soft tongue. With one clean motion, they bit it clean off, and John fell backward onto the floor, blood and whimpers pouring from his open mouth. "Why?" He tried to say. She ignored him and lunged at him, breasts first, each nipple opening wide to expose a dangerous-looking set of fangs. Each one took out a chunk of his flesh and began chewing on it. The mouth on Susan's face licked its lips in pleasure. After much of his skin had been picked away, and he was nearly dead from blood loss, she stood up. With a horrible growl, her body started to writhe. Her stomach split in two, from her belly to her sternum, exposing a huge, gaping maw. Her intestines shot like a giant frog's tongue from the hole, and wrapped themselves around his neck, and with one quick motion, pulled him in. After a few muffled screams and pathetic moans had died down, each of her mouths belched in unison, and she proceeded to get dressed, and went back to her job as a BCTel operator. --- Things were lonely in that office. BC Tel is not the best place for guys, Susan realized. Things here just aren't horny enough for me, I need a real man to pleasure my aching pussy. I need something in my vagina's teeth to feed it, like I fed off of John's tongue, and finally, his entire body. She needed more meat, more of what she desired most. Something that she couldn't find in a man. Her co-worker Emma had been standing by the water cooler. She called Emma over and placed her hands on Emmas waist when she came. Slowly, without speaking, she began to kiss Emma. Emma felt as if she could not resist the soft lips of this seductress with a "BC TEL Service" pin on her breast. Emma slid her hand down between Susan's legs and slid a finger... into the wrong hole! Susan felt uncomfortable and disgusted! How could she miss! Why, its simple to hit a pussy as wide and streched as Susan's, but Emma's got her ass. Maybe that was the idea... maybe not. Susan's nipples turned into small spikes, which she slammed through Emma's abdomen. Emma fell to the floor, her index finger dripped chocolate as if she'd just been to a dip at the Purdys factory. Her head hit a phone on the way down and the receiver bounced off her forehead. Another edible murmured, Susan as she began to digest her latest... conquest. --- Seconds later, Susan's watch beeped. End of her shift. Now she was free to enjoy her weekend as she pleased. She grabbed her coat and skipped like a schoolgirl to her Dodge Stealth parking in the lot. She sped home at top velocity, which got her pulled over once. She loved police officers.Most of them are in great physical shape. Lots of meat. Little fat. And the RCMP's height requirement was always a good assurance of a large penis. Spitting out the badge, she wondered absently what she should do with the yellow-striped pants and gray shirt. Probably cut them up and sew them into sexy lingerie. She would have plenty of time for that later. Getting dressed up in her kinkiest clothes, she parked her car in a seedy area of town and stepped up to the street corner, and began to hunt for Johns. A pimp at one point tried to beat her up for invading his turf, but she killed him with laser beams from her fingers. Before long, a car pulled up with a short, bald high school principal at the wheel. "How much?" he asked, direct and to the point. "Hmph," she snorted, "You're too small." Without hesitation, he replied, "Oh, I may have look short, but I have quite an impressive pecker. I'm very well-endowed." He unzipped his fly and she peered in the window. It looked not so much like a penis as like a round-tipped easy-light fire log. A drop of her saliva gently splashed off the top of it. She got in the car and he began to drive away. "I need whores, you see, because most of the boys at school just tend to rip in half," he said. In answer, she tore open his pants and began to suck on his gargantuan phallus. Mr. Benson groaned with pleasure. "Melts in your mouth, doesn't it?" he grinned. Sadly, Mr. Benson was too prophetic, and her mouth began to produce copious quantities of fluoric acid. Mr. Benson screamed in agony and drove off the road into a ditch. In the confusion, she released his wang. Mr. Benson knew there was only one chance. He began cleaning out his ear with his index finger. With one swift motion, he jammed the finger into her mouth. Her face exploded in a twisted, contorted expression of disgust. Mr. Benson ran away whimpering and caressing his poor wounded salami. Meals didn't always come easy for Susan. But there would be others. --- BC Tel never provided the entertainment Susan needed. Phone geeks couldn't pleasure her at all. When they tried to eat her mound, they simply splattered their face in her juices and screamed in pain. She had tried artificial means of orgasm, a phone receiver had proven to be valuable. That is, until the magnet inside threw off her period for 3 months and she thought she might spit out a baby phone any day. Today, she was feeling especially lonely. She was only wearing a tight, high skirt with no panty hose. Quietly, she slipped off her glistening wet panties and put them in her suitcase, careful to avoid any papers that might be dissolved by her juices. She looked around for an object of penetration. Ah! A pencil. She took the sharp end and slid it between her legs only to hear a grinding noise. Woodchips flew everywhere, and she immediatly pulled the wooden protrusion out and was only moderatly amazed at the pin-pointed, newly sharpened pencil. She remembered her days of cutting up the familys salad when she was only 13. Aaah, those were the days. A ruler dissolved in a patch of melted plastic on the floor. The computer mouse? Caught in the 'mousetrap', so to speak. A glue container proved to be a mistake, until her vaginal fluids rendered the glue neutral and a combonation of plastics and glue slipped out from between her thighs. Ah, sighed Susan, I will never find true pleasure. Suddenly... she saw it! Of course! A phone book! Papers, individually, melt away. But in a book, their combined strength should be enough for true pleasure. It is the model of fascism, thought Susan, and what better way to try out the power of the masses than by fucking this mass of paper! The claws on the insides of her thighs opened up and grasped the book. The series of little claws, closely resembling those of lobsters, rolled the book into a cylinder. Placing her legs as far apart as she could, she allowed the claws to guide the tightly rolled book into her sopping wet vagina. She could hear the the sploshing noise as the book slowly entered her and she gased, grabbing the edge of her desk. It works! Finally, pleasure would come to Susan and Susan would come with pleasure! The claws worked the book in and out. Suddenly, blood began to spew from Susans neck, she'd had an aneurysm in pleasure. Unconcious, the involuntary muscles kepted working the book in and out of her and slowly... the book worked its way back down to nothing. When she recovered an hour later, there was only a few shreds of paper left. The claws on her inner thigh were still twitching and blood was everywhere. Goddamnit, thought Susan, I can never find true pleasure. She began cleaning. --- Cthulu's note: Yes, this WAS intended to offend. 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