She asked if she could be my girlfriend. I never had one so I said "Sure".She would be in my bed when I got home from work or would slip in late at ni...ht or just about any time I was around. Her cunt was always slippery and she wanted me to put more in there. I liked doing that for sure. She reassured me that she had plenty of pussy for everyone and it doesn't wear out, so all the other dicks getting in it didn't hurt nuthin.Her titties are kinda small but her hips are wide and comfortable to. She lay limply across me and we floated on a sea of sexual euphoria.She was dripping wet; but I needed her to suck me off. Just to put the icing on the cake.I nudged the head of my cock between her lips and and she eagerly began her job.Such was her technique, she’d emptied the python’s larder in under a minute.She didn’t lose a drop and when she turned around to face me, kissed me with passion.We both lay back; panting with exhaustion.Eventually I said softly “Seems you really enjoy oral sex. ‘I’m sorry, Father.’ His grin widened, exposing not only his wickedly large fangs, but the second, slightly smaller set that flanked the larger ones. Without a word, his grip in my hair pulled me up from my hands and knees. His other hand still held my skirt up, and he ran that hand around to my front, his fingers scooping through the juices that were sliding down my inner thighs. His touch alone was devastating, the feel of his unholy flesh sending sparks of pleasure to shoot up and down my. His sickness was rooted in the emotional, but it was extremely real. Saturday night and all day Sunday, he had experienced repeated episodes of severe shaking, continuing for upwards of a half-hour in duration, followed by hours of lassitude.He had awakened periodically from troubled sleep, experiencing apparent calm and believing himself to have recovered. But each time, the violent shaking had returned. The manic cycles had seemed to be unending.Now, late on Monday, a feeling of calm at last.