Carny - October 20
Welcome to my serial Carny! I hope you enjoy this little Halloween treat. New episodes will appear every day through October.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Start here for October 1
October 20
Andre took the flask from Venus’ hand and had a drink of the rotgut inside it. He didn’t look at Copley as he handed it to him, but instead leaned close to the pretty dancer and rubbed his upper lip along the soft flesh of her cheek, breathing in her erotic girl scent. The tattered remnants of yesterday’s storm pounded heavy drops on the trailer in a metallic, broken rhythm. The canvas and wood that would be reassembled into a show in Messer’s Grove in a few hours had been secured at the front and sides of the trailer, leaving enough space for a makeshift pallet in the center, an old mattress and half a dozen blankets that smelled like the inside of a trunk. Andre didn’t mind. The fizzling storm kept them from opening the windows of the trailer and releasing the heat of their three bodies and the oily smoke of a little lantern. The storm inside Andre was still raging. Yeah, he needed to feel his cock inside Venus, to know he could do it. The best lovers he’d known before the change had made him – her rather, the woman he had been – claw and scream and beg. Could he do the same thing to Venus?
Beg. She would. He’d make her. Beg and scream.
His cock pulsed painfully against his trousers, the muscles in his arms and legs bunched tight, rigid and ready, springs wound too tightly. His guts growled with a pitched need that made him want to tear and bite, to toss her to the floor and take, take, take.
He leaned in and claimed a kiss, savoring her gasp swallowed by his tongue, her sweet taste tweaking the tension within him, winding the spring even tighter. He cupped her face, fingers trembling as he fought to rein in his need, and released a low growl. The mild resistance that had been in Venus’ shoulders melted away.
Mine.
They knelt on the floor of the trailer, supplicants at prayer. He slid his hand into Venus’ shirt, savoring her rapid heartbeat. Copley positioned himself behind the woman, and Andre watched him now, pulling the dancer’s shirt from her shorts, unfastening the confining bra, tossing it aside so she sat between them, naked from the waist up. Andre tasted her left tit, lapped at the pebbly nipple as Copley kissed her neck and slid his hand under the waistband of her panties, the short wrap skirt she’d been wearing joining the shirt and bra. A red haze veiled Andre’s vision as flesh met flesh. He and Copley stripped too, Venus helping with a throaty laugh as she bared two ready cocks. The pile of blankets would be their altar in this ultimate communion of bodies, his cock and Copley’s filling her, pussy and lips, the puckered rose of her ass. Andre almost envied her. When he was Andrea, he had fantasized about being taken by two men at the same time. They’d fuck Venus like she was a nymph between two gods, rare and otherworldly. He stroked her pussy, found her wet and slippery, and he rested on his knees and let her wrap her legs around him, felt his new length slide through the tickling curls and into the tight channel. He thrusted, reveling in her squeal of passion, firing sensation from his burning ears to the tip of his prick, his balls tightening as he almost came. He stilled, beating the climax back by sheer will, holding Venus’ hips roughly to prevent her from grinding against him and shattering his resistance.
“You get the back end, boss,” he said to Copley, but Copley half stood. He wanted something else.
Copley’s shadow moved against the blurred background of the trailer and when his rough hands stroked Andre’s shoulders, Andre felt his control trembling again, his fingers biting into Venus’ thighs.
“Easy, lover.”
“Venus?”
She chuckled, aware, sexy, not submissive, but knowing, far more knowing than Andre. Venus pulled away, freeing his aching cock. His flesh met humid air, a stark shock of disappointment and budding rage beating in his chest, but she was only leaning back, opening her legs to accommodate him. For the moment, he let her be the queen and he would be honored to serve her.
Copley’s cock bobbed inches from Andre’s face. Andre positioned himself above Venus and slid into her again, as he took Copley between his lips. It felt different blowing Copley now than it had when Andre had been a girl. He rode Venus with hard, deep thrusts and he worked on the magician with his tongue, savoring the taste and the pulse of the hard meat between his teeth.
This was the way it was supposed to be. He had both of them where he wanted them, at the merciless whim of his male body, of his mouth and cock. He gripped Venus’ hip with one hand and Copley’s butt with the other, probing Copley’s anus with a finger until he felt the cock in his mouth begin to pulse harder. Venus’ legs held him as he drove deeper, and Andre’s own orgasm rose toward a peak, different than it had been when he was a woman, savage but limited, a rush of feeling into his cock, into Venus, who cried helplessly, shattering under him. Copley came too, the goo running out of Andre’s mouth and down his chest, and Andre came with both of them, explosively, the peak over far too quickly.
They collapsed, flesh in flesh on flesh. They had hours ahead of them, plenty of time for another round, another set of possibilities.
“I didn’t know you boys liked each other,” Venus said.
“It’s a new thing for me,” Copley allowed, his strong hands running over both of them. “I might develop a taste for it.”
“Just as long as you both save some for me,” she caught Andre’s hand and put it on her dripping pussy. As the orgasm faded, Andre felt the pleasure slowly burning into disappointment and anger, and then fading into something even darker.
He hadn’t gotten what he wanted after all, but there was still plenty of time. He closed his eyes and imagined Venus, her throat cut ear to ear, blood running into a chalice held by Copley. The devil stood behind them.
Smiling and blessing them.
Smug bitch, Andre thought, a surge of killing madness turning in his brain like a snake. He felt himself being pulled out of his body as something else took over, eradicating his will and his mind. Sacrifice was called for here.
Get her before she claims us all, a voice like iron hissed in his ear. He reached for her, wishing he had a knife.
“What the hell are you doing?” Copley yelled, shattering the spell. Andre felt the magician’s grip pulling him, like one man lifts another from deep water and he woke from the awful hypnosis. He heard a woman gasping and weeping, then Copley’s voice in the bouncing darkness. “You were strangling Venus. You damn near killed her.”
October 20Andre took the flask from Venus’ hand and had a drink of the rotgut inside it. He didn’t look at Copley as he handed it to him, but instead leaned close to the pretty dancer and rubbed his upper lip along the soft flesh of her cheek, breathing in her erotic girl scent. The tattered remnants of yesterday’s storm pounded heavy drops on the trailer in a metallic, broken rhythm. The canvas and wood that would be reassembled into a show in Messer’s Grove in a few hours had been secured at the front and sides of the trailer, leaving enough space for a makeshift pallet in the center, an old mattress and half a dozen blankets that smelled like the inside of a trunk. Andre didn’t mind. The fizzling storm kept them from opening the windows of the trailer and releasing the heat of their three bodies and the oily smoke of a little lantern. The storm inside Andre was still raging. Yeah, he needed to feel his cock inside Venus, to know he could do it. The best lovers he’d known before the change had made him – her rather, the woman he had been – claw and scream and beg. Could he do the same thing to Venus?
Beg. She would. He’d make her. Beg and scream.
His cock pulsed painfully against his trousers, the muscles in his arms and legs bunched tight, rigid and ready, springs wound too tightly. His guts growled with a pitched need that made him want to tear and bite, to toss her to the floor and take, take, take.
He leaned in and claimed a kiss, savoring her gasp swallowed by his tongue, her sweet taste tweaking the tension within him, winding the spring even tighter. He cupped her face, fingers trembling as he fought to rein in his need, and released a low growl. The mild resistance that had been in Venus’ shoulders melted away.
Mine.
They knelt on the floor of the trailer, supplicants at prayer. He slid his hand into Venus’ shirt, savoring her rapid heartbeat. Copley positioned himself behind the woman, and Andre watched him now, pulling the dancer’s shirt from her shorts, unfastening the confining bra, tossing it aside so she sat between them, naked from the waist up. Andre tasted her left tit, lapped at the pebbly nipple as Copley kissed her neck and slid his hand under the waistband of her panties, the short wrap skirt she’d been wearing joining the shirt and bra. A red haze veiled Andre’s vision as flesh met flesh. He and Copley stripped too, Venus helping with a throaty laugh as she bared two ready cocks. The pile of blankets would be their altar in this ultimate communion of bodies, his cock and Copley’s filling her, pussy and lips, the puckered rose of her ass. Andre almost envied her. When he was Andrea, he had fantasized about being taken by two men at the same time. They’d fuck Venus like she was a nymph between two gods, rare and otherworldly. He stroked her pussy, found her wet and slippery, and he rested on his knees and let her wrap her legs around him, felt his new length slide through the tickling curls and into the tight channel. He thrusted, reveling in her squeal of passion, firing sensation from his burning ears to the tip of his prick, his balls tightening as he almost came. He stilled, beating the climax back by sheer will, holding Venus’ hips roughly to prevent her from grinding against him and shattering his resistance.
“You get the back end, boss,” he said to Copley, but Copley half stood. He wanted something else.
Copley’s shadow moved against the blurred background of the trailer and when his rough hands stroked Andre’s shoulders, Andre felt his control trembling again, his fingers biting into Venus’ thighs.
“Easy, lover.”
“Venus?”
She chuckled, aware, sexy, not submissive, but knowing, far more knowing than Andre. Venus pulled away, freeing his aching cock. His flesh met humid air, a stark shock of disappointment and budding rage beating in his chest, but she was only leaning back, opening her legs to accommodate him. For the moment, he let her be the queen and he would be honored to serve her.
Copley’s cock bobbed inches from Andre’s face. Andre positioned himself above Venus and slid into her again, as he took Copley between his lips. It felt different blowing Copley now than it had when Andre had been a girl. He rode Venus with hard, deep thrusts and he worked on the magician with his tongue, savoring the taste and the pulse of the hard meat between his teeth.
This was the way it was supposed to be. He had both of them where he wanted them, at the merciless whim of his male body, of his mouth and cock. He gripped Venus’ hip with one hand and Copley’s butt with the other, probing Copley’s anus with a finger until he felt the cock in his mouth begin to pulse harder. Venus’ legs held him as he drove deeper, and Andre’s own orgasm rose toward a peak, different than it had been when he was a woman, savage but limited, a rush of feeling into his cock, into Venus, who cried helplessly, shattering under him. Copley came too, the goo running out of Andre’s mouth and down his chest, and Andre came with both of them, explosively, the peak over far too quickly.
They collapsed, flesh in flesh on flesh. They had hours ahead of them, plenty of time for another round, another set of possibilities.
“I didn’t know you boys liked each other,” Venus said.
“It’s a new thing for me,” Copley allowed, his strong hands running over both of them. “I might develop a taste for it.”
“Just as long as you both save some for me,” she caught Andre’s hand and put it on her dripping pussy. As the orgasm faded, Andre felt the pleasure slowly burning into disappointment and anger, and then fading into something even darker.
He hadn’t gotten what he wanted after all, but there was still plenty of time. He closed his eyes and imagined Venus, her throat cut ear to ear, blood running into a chalice held by Copley. The devil stood behind them.
Smiling and blessing them.
Smug bitch, Andre thought, a surge of killing madness turning in his brain like a snake. He felt himself being pulled out of his body as something else took over, eradicating his will and his mind. Sacrifice was called for here.
Get her before she claims us all, a voice like iron hissed in his ear. He reached for her, wishing he had a knife.
“What the hell are you doing?” Copley yelled, shattering the spell. Andre felt the magician’s grip pulling him, like one man lifts another from deep water and he woke from the awful hypnosis. He heard a woman gasping and weeping, then Copley’s voice in the bouncing darkness. “You were strangling Venus. You damn near killed her.”
On to October 21
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/20/2011 6:42 PM 
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton Carny Horror Erotica
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton Carny Horror Erotica
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