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September 24, 2009: The night of the party before the big game between the Danville Cubs and the Barnville Bears. The night the shadow man came into the dreams of the sleeping women of Danville.
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Irene Wilson lay on her back listening to the wind howl outside and the rain pounding her roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband's snores had stopped a minute ago and she knew what was coming next. Ronald rolled on his side and his hand snaked over to squeeze one of her enormous breasts. Irene sighed, "Not now Ronald, I'm worried about Emma."
Ronald's hand moved over to her other breast and he kissed her neck. "She's fine honey. Emma's out with Brad. He'll take good care of her." Ronald pinched his wife's long nipple and it hardened between his fingers. "Come on honey, please?"
"Alright Ronald," she sighed again. "Suit it up." Irene listened to her husband roll over and fumble in the dark for a condom off the nightstand. At 36, Irene felt she was too old to get pregnant again and she also didn't want an eighteen-year gap between her kids. Ronald had worn a condom every time they had sex for the last eighteen years. He didn't mind and she loved that there wasn't any mess afterwards.
Ronald moved on top of her and guided his penis inside his wife. He jumped suddenly when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Ronald was afraid of thunderstorms or more specifically the tornadoes involved with bad weather. Whenever a storm raged outside, he initiated sex, seeking comfort with his wife. Irene mostly lay still waiting for both the storm and Ronald to finish. Ronald normally didn't take too long to finish and tonight was no exception. He grunted, and then came. She could feel his penis jerk inside her and that finally turned her on enough to get into it, but by then it was too late for her to get any pleasure out of it. Her husband's shrinking penis flopped out of her. Luckily, he hadn't gotten her worked up enough she'd need to masturbate after he fell asleep as was often the case. Ronald rolled off her, panting for a few minutes before rising off the bed and going to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash bin. She listened to him urinate, then Ronald returned to bed, kissed her on the cheek and was snoring again within minutes, his hand resting on her breast seeking comfort from the storm. Irene picked up the hand and moved it off her body. She stared up at the ceiling hoping her daughter was all right.
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Emma gasped in pleasure as Brad flickered her nipple with his tongue. Rain pounded on the top of his car. "Come on baby," whispered Brad. "Let's fuck again."
"Not tonight, Brad," she replied, holding his head to her breast while he continued teasing the hard nipple protruding from her DD breasts.
Brad sucked her nipple between his lips, and then released it. "Please baby, come on. Feel how hard I am." Brad grabbed her hand and placed it on the crotch of his jeans. Emma squeezed his bulge, but didn't reply. "Come on Emma, your hot body is driving me fucking nuts." She still didn't reply and moved her hand off his crotch. "How about a blow job then?"
"Tomorrow," said Emma. "If the Cubs win."
"Of course, we'll win, we are undefeated."
Emma reached over and grabbed his crotch again. This time she used both hands as she fumbled with his pants. "Win and you get a blow job. Tonight, all you get is a hand job."
"Deal," said Brad, enthusiastically. He'd seen the Bears play and the Cubs had only lost one game this season.
Emma thought it was nasty, but she spit in her hand and coated Brad's stiff penis with her saliva. What he referred to as Brad's rod was only between five and six inches fully erect so it didn't take much to coat it. She'd jerked him off before when they had started dating junior year and she'd kind of liked it. On his eighteenth birthday she'd given her first blow job and another when he made quarterback. Finally, on her eighteenth birthday, she'd let him fuck her and they'd done it half a dozen times since. She found it enjoyable, but didn't think it was a big deal. She'd even decided she liked giving head better then she liked actual sex. Brad on the other hand loved it. They were the perfect couple, a stacked blue-eyed blonde cheerleader with her handsome fit quarterback boyfriend. They were destined to be homecoming king and queen, prom king and queen, get married, and have beautiful children together. It only took a few strokes of her hand before a little wad of semen shot out of the tip of Brad's dick. She stared at it with fascination. A few drops of semen appeared around the urethra as she continued stroking him and his penis began to shrivel in her hand. She didn't know why she found his penis so enthralling. Possibly it was because she didn't have one herself and knew nothing about them or why her simplest touch seemed to give Brad so much pleasure. All she knew was that it would probably be the only penis she'd ever see in her life and Brad had told her it was probably the biggest in school. Emma felt lucky and proud as she released it and licked the small wad of semen 1xbet yeni giriş off her hand. She found she liked the taste, swallowing the first time she'd blown him and Brad had been thrilled that she wasn't one of those prissy girls who spit it out.
"That was great, Emma," he moaned, tucking his penis back in his pants. "Let's get back to the party."
"It's pouring outside," said Emma looking through the rain splattered windshield. It was Thursday night and since tomorrow was an in-service day, a classmate was throwing a party. They didn't have school and didn't have to get up early, but tomorrow night was the game where the Danville Cubs were taking on the Barnville Bears. "Take me home, Brad."
"Ah come on, let's go back inside. I want another beer. Besides, what's a little rain?"
Emma felt pretty drunk already, but figured one more beer couldn't hurt. Together, they held hands running through the rain back onto the porch filled with drunken high school students. Nearly the entire senior class was at this party. Their classmates greeted the most popular boy and girl in school as they returned to their party.
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Danville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Danville County and the second biggest town in Danville County after Hepsburg to the North off I-69. Danville County was large as Southern counties go, but a good chunk of the Western County was dominated by Lake Colo and other then a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly rural farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.
Danville was named after Colonel Ferb James Daniels, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Daniels plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the civil war. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings. The Union army was forced to march out quickly and never got around to burning down the mansion, leaving it standing alone a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, and silos with crops still burning in the fields.
Danville town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree lined road up to the mansion became Main Street. The mansion itself became the town and county administrative offices. Storefronts lined Main Street and residences sprang up around the town as it grew to a respectable size.
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Across Danville, an old man was sitting in his basement with his family in a circle around a strange mark drawn on the ground. He couldn't believe that he would live to see this day. The day when the blessing of his ancestors' mentors would activate. The town was going to be turned upside down.
He'd been widowed for twelve years. His beloved wife had been nearly infertile, but his high sperm count had provided them with but one child and that had been a daughter and his daughter had born him one granddaughter. Women had their own powers and, in many ways, were more powerful than men. His family was chanting in a language unknown to mankind.
The clock chimed midnight.
"I did it, father," the old man whispered. "I did it."
The old man felt pain shoot up and down his left arm as he struggled to his feet and he feared this was the end.
200 years ago, the Lady Daniels and her daughter learned great magic from the native Americans. The Lady Daniels lusted after her son. She used her magic to transform her son into a sex god. The Daniels boy had impregnated both his mother and his twin sister. He was hanged by his father.
The Ladies Daniels performed complicated magic to ensure that 200 years after the execution of their lover, their descendants, the fruits of their incest, would receive the blessing on the marked day and the entire town would be turned upside down.
The old man was descended from the handmaiden of the Ladies Daniels. Not only was she their handmaiden, she was also their apprentice with regards to magic. The Ladies Daniels entrusted her and her line to activate the blessing on the marked day.
The descendants of the Daniels family now went by the name Wilson.
The pain in his arm grew worse. He clutched his heart struggling not to fall back to the ground. He expected his heart to burst at any moment and he was ready to die, for tonight he had fulfilled his family's destiny.
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September 25, 2009: The night when the shadow man came into the dreams of the sleeping women of Danville. The day of the big game between the Danville Cubs and the Barnville Bears. The day that changed everything.
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Brad and Emma had barely made it back inside the porch when the loud clap of thunder rattled the walls of the house. Some of the girls screamed and the partying teenagers laughed nervously. It was preciously midnight.
Emma excused herself to go to the bathroom while Brad made a beeline for the members of the football team. She sighed as she relieved herself. Beer tended to go right through her. Emma stood and flushed the toilet. Someone knocked for her to hurry up. There was always 1xbet giriş a line to use the bathroom at a high school party involving teenagers and drinking. More important than her full bladdered classmates however, was her female need to make sure she was presentable. She tugged her short cut-off jean shorts to make sure her butt cheeks weren't sticking out. Her low-cut tank top was askew and she had to pull it up a little to make sure her bellybutton was visible. Emma was on the short side at 5'3" and wore heeled sneakers to make her appear taller. Her small size and the fact that she constantly wore her blonde hair up in pig tails made her appear younger than eighteen. She smiled at the trim figure in the mirror. She was 34-22-36 with DD breasts already huge on her trim frame and still growing. She wished they'd stop, but knew she was destined to have her mother and grandmother's large GG racks after getting married and having Brad's children.
Emma was about to return to the party when she noticed the strange glow coming from the bathroom window.
She left the restroom to some groans of relief from the teens waiting in line, mostly girls as the boys just disappeared outside. She headed towards Brad and the team. Her cheerleader friends were nearby staring out a window.
She met with her friend Meguri. The full lipped Amerasian only had half her roots in Danville. Her native father had met her Japanese mother while serving in the military on Okinawa.
Penny, the buxom redhead stepped out onto the screened porch and peered out into the night.
"I'd better get going," said Amelie. Amelie was a standout beauty, unique because her C-cup breasts were on the small side for Danville County, a product of her obsessive physical regimen.
Meguri turned towards a group of football players. Meguri snapped her fingers in a zigzag pattern. "Boyfriends, it's time to take us home."
Emma approached the group. "Y'all leaving?"
"Yeah girl, have you seen this weather." Penny was a cheerful bouncy girl and her whole body jiggled when she talked. She was wearing a tight halter that showed off a bosom that rivaled Emma's mom's and despite wearing a bra, Penny's prominent nipples were clearly visible through the top. Nothing she did could hide her pointy knobs.
"Darn, I just got a full beer," said Emma, wishing she could go home with her friends, but Brad was responsible for her tonight. Emma much preferred hanging out with her fellow cheerleaders for fun and conversation. Boys were only good for boy stuff and making out. Brad wouldn't want to leave until the keg was tapped out. They were a close-knit group and only the studious Brenda was missing out of her friends, as Brenda preferred reading to socializing. "Be careful. Get plenty of rest and most importantly, "GO CUBS!"
"GO CUBS!" screamed, Meguri, Amelie, and Penny as well as Glory, the lone black cheerleader who was over with the group of black team members.
"I pity those poor Bears," laughed Meguri. "The Cubs are gonna skin'em and wear 'em for caps, Davy Crockett style."
"Brad thinks we can win too," said Emma, shaking her head.
"Awesome," said Amelie. "Gotta run. Love ya girl." Amelie gave Emma a side kiss on her cheek just before her boyfriend Brandon came over to escort her out, followed by Penny's boyfriend Samuel, both handsome strapping popular boys that played football with Brad.
A good deal of the rest of the party followed them. Emma sipped her beer and watched the long stream of party goers file out. "I think we'll lose," said a deep voice behind her. "I know we'll lose."
Emma spun around and found herself facing Patrick, her twin brother. The thin, tall and lanky nerd sipped his Pepsi.
"Brad doesn't seem to think so," she said, haughtily. Her boyfriend was never wrong about football.
Emma tried to step around Patrick. She glanced back at Brad hoping he'd rescue her, but three football players had cornered him.
"I've watched the Bears practice," said Patrick. "We can't beat them."
Emma looked up at her brother. She drained her beer and felt the room spin a little. She really needed to get back home and in bed. "Brad lives and breathes football, Patrick. If he says we can win, we can win." She hiccoughed and quickly covered her mouth.
"I bet we can't win."
"I bet we can." Emma hiccoughed again.
The geek shook his head. "You'd think he'd try harder. If you were giving me a blow job after each victory, even I'd win every football game I played."
Emma was looking at him in horror. "That bastard! He's lying. I don't do... He told you!"
"He told the entire school."
"I'll kill him."
Patrick laughed and grabbed her shoulders when she tried to move past him to go after Brad. "Hold on," he said, staring into her eyes and then glancing down at her firm young breasts. "I believe we were about to make a bet."
"I'm not much for betting," said Emma, calming a little. "What did you have in mind?"
Patrick ran through some ideas in his head, twenty bucks, a case of beer, or having Emma do his homework, 1xbet güvenilirmi but when he opened his mouth to speak, he said, "I want what Brad gets."
Patrick couldn't believe what he had just said. Before today he had no attraction to his sister, but since midnight, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her voluptuous body with big tits and huge ass did things to his "thing", that he hadn't experienced before. At once, he felt disgusted and excited at the same time.
But it wasn't him who asked her to make the bet. It was as if he was forced by an entity. An invisible power that was centuries old.
Emma looked just as shocked over what he had said as he did, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to feel more confident. "Yeah, I want a blow job from you, the cheerleading captain." Emma gasped angrily and tried to pull away, but Patrick increased his grip on her shoulders. "What's the matter, not as confident that Brad knows as much about football as you thought? He says you're a first-class cocksucker."
Emma was furious, but she wasn't sure if she were madder at Brad or Patrick. "I can't suck you off," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because, you're my brother," said Emma. "It wouldn't be right."
Patrick began flapping his arms and making clucking noises. "Chicken. Chicken. Bawk Bawk Bawk."
Emma had always hated that ever since they were kids.
"Alright," she snapped. "Stop acting like a fool."
"It's a bet?"
"Yes, it's a bet." Emma couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Something told her that it was okay. Something told her that she would win the bet and had nothing to worry. Something that put her at ease despite the scandalous nature of her brother's proposition.
Her flabbergasted expression slowly left her face to be replaced by a snide grin. "But," she added, "if Brad's right and the Cubs win, you have to do my homework for 3 months. Deal?" she asked, thinking he'd back out from this stupid bet.
Patrick reared back a little and released her shoulders. Emma was playing hardball. "Deal," he said.
Emma looked a little surprised. She thought she'd had him.
"It's a bet," she muttered. "If we lose the game, I'll meet you in the locker room and suck your(gulp)... suck your penis, but if we win, you do my homework for 3 months."
Patrick nodded just as Brad joined them. "What's up?" asked Brad, staring back and forth between his girlfriend and her nerd brother.
"I was just telling Emma here to cheer loudly tomorrow when we take down the Bears," said Patrick looking at Emma.
Brad sighed. "Don't forget, we're undefeated."
"We gotta lose some time." Patrick stepped back and patted Brad's shoulder. "See ya tomorrow."
Brad watched Patrick walk off. Brad turned back to Emma. "Ready to go? The keg's kicked."
"Take me home, please," she replied, rubbing her temple.
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Meguri Karlsen waved bye to her friends and fellow cheerleaders. Her boyfriend Levy came around and opened the door for her.
Levy was a fairly skilled running back for the Danville Cubs, but he was second string. He leaned over and kissed Meguri before starting the engine.
Being half Japanese, Meguri was a unique looking beauty for Danville County. Her mother, Ayo was very attractive and had a typical Asian body, short and thin. Her breasts were a small, pert B-cup and that was after giving birth to Meguri. In her wedding picture, her breasts looked barely A's. Ironically, it was her small breast size that had attracted Meguri's father. Todd Karlsen had grown up surrounded by the bouncy buxom women of Danville County and when he'd first laid eyes on the skinny Japanese women on Okinawa, he was instantly smitten with their freshness.
Lucky for Meguri, she'd inherited her grandmother on her father's side's genes and grown large breasts for a half-Japanese woman. In a town and county where DD cup sizes were the norm and E, EE's, and even GG's were somewhat common, Meguri's 32C's allowed her to feel like she fit in better with her buxom friends. Plus, at only 5' tall and 100 pounds, her breasts looked larger on her small body. Her full lips, exotic features, outgoing personality, and hot body made her one of the most popular girls in the High School.
"SHIT!" yelled Levy, swerving the car.
Meguri grabbed the side of her seat, holding on as Levy avoided something in the road. "You all right?"
"Dammed deer," he mumbled.
"Be careful."
"I AM!" he snapped at her. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she replied. Meguri could tell Levy was nervous. He was gripping the wheel tightly and when he removed one hand to wipe his brow, it was shaking. She hoped her friends would make it home safely. None of their boyfriends had much experience driving, having only had their licenses for a little over a year. Luckily, they arrived safely at the Karlsen family house and Meguri could tell Levy's nerves were completely shot. "Thanks," she said, wrapping one dainty hand behind his neck and pulling his lips down on hers. They kissed passionately for half a minute, Levy's hand coming down to rest on her bare knee, then working its way up her thigh and under the hem of her short dress. Meguri reached down and moved his hand away. "It's late," she said apologetically. "Maybe tomorrow night after the game. If you win that is."