Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 15:17:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: nightbreeders-1

NIGHTBREEDERS-1


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	7 year old Neland awoke from a bad dream, when he called for his
mother he got no answer. Silently he got out of bed and crept out of his
room and down the hall to his parents room. The door was ajar and the
nightlight was on. Neland pushed the door open only to find his parents
gone.
	He wandered downstairs to see if they were in the den or
kitchen. He noticed the front door was wide open, the howling winds outside
blowing the autumn leaves into their warm foyer. Cautiously he went to the
door (peering his eyes through the dense darkness just off their front
porch), he recognized his mother's bedroom slipper lying in the walkway as
he ran out to retrieve it. He looked around into the brush and noticed in
the far-far distance that a strange flickering light was coming from the
barn. The winds created a hollow scream as he slowly made the long walk
towards the family barn. His father warned him about going there, saying it
was unsafe for little kids and that he could get hurt playing in
there. Neland's mother never went anywhere near the barn, saying it looked
spooky even in the daylight.


	Curiously Neland crept closer. The barn doors were closed but there
was definitely someone inside burning a lantern. Neland knew there was a
small opening in the side of the barn that his father had never
repaired. He ran around the side and crawled through the tight space on his
hands and knees, dragging himself through dirt and gravel.
	Inside he could hear people chanting, moaning erotically in a
hormonal groan. He climbed a wooden ladder, hiding in the darkness of the
loft as he peeked down over the shadowy edge only to see his mother (Iris)
tied spread eagle on her back, as naked men in animal masks took turns
fucking her. His father was naked and tied as well, his head and hands
locked in an old fashion stockade as he was forced to watch his wife get
gang banged by the strange men. Mr Henry yelled to his wife as she lay
under one of her attackers, the man steadily humping into her as his bare
butt humped up and down, thrusting his erect cock well into her used
pussy. From his perch above, Neland could easily see the man's ass cheeks
clinch inward as his body began to convulse. He was too young to understand
at the time, but the man was coming inside his mother's womb, filling her
vagina with his strong male reproductive juices as he groaned aloud in
erotic ecstasy. Neland watched as the man came, then simply pulled out of
his mother and walked away, leaving her naked body cringing on the barn
floor. Another man (a bigger, hairier, more muscular powerful man with odd
tattoos) walked up to take his place. Iris cried for forgiveness and
pleaded for the man not to hurt her as her husband screamed for the man to
"LEAVE HER ALONE!", but the man simply laughed as he ignored both of them
and got down onto his knees between Iris' spread legs, and continued where
his associate left off.


	Iris cried out loud as the man penetrated her, then started humping
into her, fucking her roughly as he thrust rapidly through her well fucked
body. Neland held back his tears, more intrigued by the strange but
exciting event transpiring before his very eyes. He could hear his mother's
frantic cries for help slowly turning into erotic moans as her body began
to turn against her and start to adapt to the viscous fucking. Neland's
father (Kaplan) turned his head in shame, recognizing the familiar
beginnings of his wife's climax. Another man in an animal mask (standing
behind Kaplan) grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back in
her direction, forcing him to watch his own wife's rape. Kaplan noticed his
wife's eyes glaze over lustfully as her toes curled and her pale lithe body
began to tremble from orgasm while the big muscular masked man continued to
hammer through her.
	Iris screamed out loud as she came, her body going into convulsions
like a demon possessed as she pulled at the ropes binding her ankles and
wrists before finally going completely limp and falling unconscious. The
big man never stopped fucking as he continued ramming through her, fucking
her unconscious body even harder as he drove his cock straight through her
still contracting vagina.
	With a might roar (that sent cold chills straight up Neland's young
spine) the masked man shoved all the way up inside Iris' body and came,
groaning and grunting like a wild animal as he dumped a huge cum deposit
directly into her used cunt. Kaplan's head dropped as the last man seeded
his wife's pussy, pulling his huge (still erect) cock from her gaping
hole. One of the other masked men quickly jumped down (face first) in his
place, lifting his mask over his head as he placed his mouth over Iris' cum
dripping cunt and began eating all the flavor oozing from her tired
exhausted body. Even unconscious Iris could feel her clitoris being sucked,
causing her body to quake with aftershocks of her orgasm.


	Neland watched as the last masked man stood, facing his father who
was still imprisoned in his wooden tomb. The man walked up to Kaplan and
gripped him by his hair, lifting his sagging face as he presented his huge
cock for sucking. Neland's father looked beaten and worn as he reluctantly
complied and willingly opened his mouth to receive the last cock that
fucked his wife. The man shoved his hardon between Kaplan's lips, causing
him to choke and gag as he rammed straight through to the back of his
throat.
	Neland watched as his father was face fucked by the man while
another masked man got down on his knees behind his father and started
eating his asshole. Neland could hear his father's gurgled gags as he was
throat fucked, the big man holding his head tightly in place as he hammered
his massive pole in and out of his mouth, forcing him to taste his wife's
cunt as well as the spent loads of his associates penile discharges. The
man eating Kaplan's ass pulled back, only to ram his own dick up his
ass. Kaplan grunted in pain around the mouthful of hard cock as his throat
and ass were rode hard.


	The man face fucking Kaplan seemed to last a long time. He hammered
Kaplan's mouth and throat long after the first man fucked and came in
Kaplan's ass, and a second man took his place. Neland felt himself getting
strangely excited as he watched his family get raped, his little 7 yr old
cock popping an erection as his father's throat ballooned outward after
every inward thrust the big man's cock. By the time the second man came in
his father's ass, the big man was slamming his enormous rod straight down
Kaplan's open throat, throat fucking him from tip to base before shoving
all the way in one last time and coming.
	Kaplan saw the big man throw his head back as he roared, holding
his dad's head with both hands as he pressed his pelvic bone into Kaplan's
nose and came buckets of cum straight down his throat. Neland felt
frightened when the man screamed in ecstasy (the mask covering his face
looked ferocious), causing him to jump back into the shadows, afraid the
man might see him. When the man was finished coming, he slowly pulled his
long softening cock from Kaplan's slack mouth, his rubbery cock falling
down over his hairy hung low hanging testicles as Kaplan hung his head in
shame, his throat burning with the remnants of the man's thick sperm.
	Another man quickly replaced the big man, ramming his own cock into
Neland's dad's mouth. Neland watched his father suck the other guy off
while a third ass fucker took place at his ass.


"Well, well, well..." said a voice somewhere from behind Neland. The
frightened boy spun around in his Spiderman pj's and noticed the big man
who had just fucked both of his parents, now staring down at him (having
climbed up the loft ladder unnoticed), his face conveniently hidden behind
a bore's mask. "...what have we here..., a peeping Tom?"
	Neland was dragged from her perch, down to barn level and thrown
face down on the floor beside his unconscious mother. His Spiderman pj's
were ripped from his young body as his wrists and ankles were bond and tied
to wooden stakes in the ground. The man currently fucking his father's face
pulled out without coming, his wet erection standing stiffly as he (and
many others) began to gather around the young bound boy. Kaplan noticed his
naked son lying face down on the floor in front of him (his taut young
buttock hiked high in the air) as another ritual started to begin...

"NO...!! Not my son...!!!" he yelled as the man behind him started to cum
up his ass...


...


	7 year old Neland awoke on a beautifully bright sunny Sunday
morning in his own bed, the sun shining through his window like a beacon as
he jumped from his bed and ran head long into his parents' room. "Mom...!
Dad...!" he cried, bursting into their bedroom.
	His parents' bed was empty. Neland felt himself starting to
hyperventilate as his asthma started to kick in. He ran for the stairs, his
stomach in knots as his chest felt heavy. He stormed down the steps as fast
as his little feet could carry him, falling flat on his face at the bottom
step. "Neland..." Is that you, son...?" he heard his father call from the
kitchen. He got up and ran in, finding his father sitting at the table with
his morning coffee, reading the Sunday paper while his mother cooked
breakfast at the stove.


"You're up early, young man!" smiled his mother, looking bright eyed and
refreshed as she quickly made him a plate of pancakes and scrambled
eggs. "Hungry...?" she asked, sitting his plate at the table.


	Neland sat at the breakfast table, trying to determine if
everything he remembered about last night was a dream? Surely his parents
wouldn't be sitting here at the breakfast table this morning, eating eggs
as usual if something strange had indeed happened last night!
	Neland watched as his father turned the page, then glanced over at
him and wink. Neland smiled, knowing his father did that to him every
morning before leaving for work. His mother sat his plate before him, then
poured him tall glass of milk before sitting at the table herself. Kaplan
folded his paper in half as he officially joined his family for
breakfast. Neland was famished as he reached for the syrup and accidently
spilled his milk all over the edge of the table and onto the floor.


"I'm sorry, mommy...!!" he cried sincerely, fearing punishment.


"Don't worry about it, honey..., accidents happen!" assured Iris as she
grabbed a hand towel off the table and bent down to clean her son's
spill. Neland noticed red burn markings around his mother's wrists and
ankles, reminiscent of the restraints that bound her to the barn floor
while she was being hurt by the men in his crazy dream last night.
	At that same moment he noticed the red whelps around his own
wrists, further evidence that what happened last night was NO dream...!


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Current day...

	20 year old Neland Thomas lashed out in his sleep, screaming out
loud as he fought back in desperation. His live-in girlfriend (20 year old
Megan McNeil) woke up immediately, turning on the nightlight as she reached
over and shook him awake, calling his name and reminding him where he
was. "Neland...! Neland, wake up! You're dreaming...! It's not real!"
	Neland jumped up out of his sleep, his body drenched in sweat as he
openly gasped for breath in a panic. Megan reached into the nightstand and
grabbed Neland's inhaler, then tried to shove it in his mouth. "Here...!
Here...! Stop fighting me and take your medicine...!" she yelled, shooting
two quick sprays into his throat.
	Neland gasped inwardly, taking his first breath, then fell back
into bed exhausted and relieved. Megan lay over him, gently wiping the
sweat from his brow as he calmed down and came back to reality. "Was it
another nightmare...?" she asked, brushing the hair from his eyes. "Was it
the same as the others...?" she inquired, cuddling next to him as he
started to breathe easier.


"Ye...yea...yeah..." he choked, feeling his heart beat racing. "...same
dream!"


"Do you want your pills...?" she asked, reaching over him for the medicine
bottle on the nightstand.


"No!" said Neland, grabbing her arm as he placed it against his beating
heart. "I'll..., I'll be fine in a minute...!" he insisted. "I don't like
having to constantly rely on meds to cope with reality...!"
	Megan watched as he slowly calmed his breathing, slowing his heart
rate as he relaxed and mellowed with his head back in the pillow. Megan
pulled off her teddy as she threw back the covers on the bed and climbed on
top of her boyfriend, straddling his waist. "Wha..., what are you
doing...?" he laughed nervously, looking up at her questionably.


"Helping you to relax!" she said, rubbing her clit over his groin. "You
complaining...?"


"Not at all...!" he smiled, his cock starting to harden.
	Megan reached down and aimed the head of his penis up to her vagina
and sank down on it. The 7 and 1/2 inch cock slid right into her as she
settled in and started moving up and down.


"Oooooh..." moaned Neland, feeling her vaginal walls massage him. He
reached up and squeezed her firm A-cup breasts as she rode him, sliding
herself up and down his shaft. Neland and Megan had been dating for 2
years, seriously for the last year. They now lived together in his modest
apartment off campus in Philadelphia. They met during a double date, set up
by mutual friends who thought they might hit it off. Neland liked Megan
from the start, but was afraid to spend the night with her, knowing his
reputation with nightmares.
	Megan thought Neland was just old fashion, not wanting to jump her
bones on their first 9 dates. But by the tenth date she was ready to knock
him unconscious just to get him to stay the night. Their tenth date had
gone nicely, with Neland being the perfect romantic gentlemen. Megan knew
if she wanted the night to end like she fantasized, she'd have to get
Neland loaded, so she and some friends got him drunk then took him home to
her dorm to sleep it off. That night they made passionate love for the
first time, causing Megan to instantly fall for this nice (immensely)
strange man. But that night in the middle of the witching hour, Neland
began to toss in his sleep. At first Megan thought it was cute that he was
having a nightmare, that is until he began screaming at the top of his
lungs, waking up everyone in the building.
	Megan began to rethink her decision to date this loser until Neland
finally took her into his confidence and told her what his dreams were
about. Megan (a psyche major in college) believed Neland's dreams were
suppressed memories of some awful trauma he suffered as a child. Needless
to say they continued to date, falling in love and eventually moving in
together after only one year of dating. But in all that time Neland's
dreams never ceased, they continued to taunt him at least once or twice
weekly.


	Megan rode Neland's cock as she ground her vagina against his
pelvis, rotating her hips erotically to churn his meaty lance around in her
womb. As Neland started to get carried away with her breasts, she reached
up and grabbed his hands, prying them from her person as she forced his
arms down above his head and leaned forward. "I'm in control here...!" she
said firmly, bouncing her ass up and down on his dick.


"I'm not fighting you...!" smiled Neland, looking up into her green eyes as
she continued to fuck him at her own pace.
	Megan held tightly onto Neland's hands as she rotated and bounced
her wet pussy up and down on his manhood. He could feel her vagina muscles
contracting as they massaged and milked his shaft, making him want to
thrust up into her.


"No...! I'm in control...!" she insisted, making him stop moving as he lay
there and let her drive.
	Megan leaned down and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth
as she started to move her body faster. Neland surrendered to her as he
allowed her to fuck him. She broke the kiss as she pulled back up and
started to forcefully pound herself onto his cock, slapping her pelvic bone
into his groin. Neland watched her face twist in painful bliss as her tiny
rock solid tits bounced before his eyes. He reached up with his neck,
latching his lips to one of her erect nipples as he sucked at her chest as
hard and he could. Megan gasped as she felt herself starting to cum, her
pussy clamping down on his dick as she smashed her mound into his pelvis
and came. Neland could feel her pussy pulsating on his dick as her body
became weak with lust.


	While Megan was in the middle of orgasm, Neland took advantage of
her vulnerability and rolled her over onto her back, getting up on top of
her as she willingly spread her legs about him. He buried his dick inside
her, allowing her to finish her orgasm before pulling back gently to resume
fucking.
	Megan groaned deeply as Neland took over, using his hips to ram his
cock straight through her warm slick vagina. He impaled her over and over,
building up speed and momentum as he fucked her hard and deep for a full 5
minutes. Megan felt a second orgasm beginning to hit her boyfriend drilled
her deeply. Her body began to spasm uncontrollably just as Neland rammed
himself inward and came, causing her to gush warm womanly fluid. They both
cried out loud as the orgasm together, their bodies completely –n-tuned
to one another as they clinched each other desperately tight.
	Exhausted the two lay there (one atop the other) as they kissed and
mingled in each other's sweat...


...


"Where do you want to go for vacation...?" asked Megan that morning as they
both got ready for class.


"um..., I don't know..., YOU pick!" offered Neland as he donned his
university sweatshirt.


"How bout we go up to your family's house upstate?" suggested Megan,
getting silence from Neland. "You haven't been up there since your mother
died, right? Since you were a boy...? So why not go up and re-live old
times...?"


"Because..." smiled Neland, coming out of his trance. "...I'd rather go
someplace fun rather than depressing!"


"But we can MAKE it fun!" said Megan, pushing the trip. "We can invite
Brian and Sheila, and maybe Mark and Wesley! They would LOVE to see the
place where you grew up!"


"I don't want to visit my parents' old home...!" said Neland, very cut and
dry.


"But it's not healthy to hold onto these kinds of bad memories...!"
insisted Megan, good heartedly. "Any text book would tell you that it's
best to face your fears rather than bury them! That's why you keep having
these nightmares..., your subconscious mind is telling you something's
wrong! Why won't you..."


"Let's just drop it and pick another place, okay?" asked Neland, getting
annoyed.


"But it could be good therapy for you, Neland...! You wouldn't be alone!
Sheila, Brian, and I would be there with..."


"Would you give it a rest, already?!" snapped Neland, grabbing his backpack
as he headed for the door. "I said I don't want to go up to my parents'
farm, and that's that! Let's DROP IT!" he yelled, storming out.


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	Later that day, in a tavern just off campus...

"I think it's definitely what he needs...!" said Megan, socializing with
her friends after school as they discussed her boyfriend.


"What does Neland think about returning to his parents' house?" asked
Sheila (a fellow psychology major along with Megan).


"He's dead against it! It's like he doesn't even want to face his fears
when they're staring him right in the face!" said Megan, pouting over her
beer.


"That's MEN for you, honey...!" said Sheila, glancing towards her own
boyfriend Brian (the sports jock) as he sat beside her. "...always in
denial..!"


"Hey, don't knock denial...! It's what got me through puberty!" joked
Brian.


"So did jerking off!" said Sheila, sarcastically.


"And it still works!" grinned Brian.


"If you keep talking, you might be doing it alone tonight!" countered
Sheila, shutting Brian down.


"So what do you think guys...?" asked Megan, getting back to her
problem. "...should I take Neland up to his parents' house anyway..., or
allow him to continue to live with nightmares every night?"


"Forcing him to face his childhood fears could cause him to resent you!"
said Brian, getting serious. "If Neland's been suppressing his feelings all
these years to something traumatic that may have happened in his past...,
he might not like you forcing the issue!"


"Very insightful for a dumb jock...!" smiled Sheila, impressed.


"What can I say..." said Brian, playfully. "...I'm MORE than a great face
and a gorgeous body!"


"Sticky fingers may have a point!" agreed Sheila, causing Brian to
chuckle. "Forcing him to face his fears might help him get over his
traumas..., but at what cost to your relationship if he feels betrayed and
feels he can't trust you anymore?"


"But if I loved Neland..., I mean truly LOVE him..., wouldn't I want what's
best for him even if he doesn't see it...? Despite what it might do to our
relationship?" pondered Megan.


"Are you prepared to watch him walk away...?" asked Sheila,
curiously. "...because that's exactly what might happen!"
	Megan hunched her shoulder indecisively, pouting more as the
decision weighed heavier. "We'll support whatever decision you make,
Megan!" added Sheila, reaching across the table to support her friend. "If
Neland's too stupid to know what a good thing he has right under his nose
..., then we'll slap him until he realizes it!"


"So I can count on you two coming with us...?" asked Megan, hopefully.


"Sure!" agreed the couple. "And I'm sure Brian could get Wesley and Mark to
come too..., what else have those two losers got to do?" she laughed, half
jokingly.



Continued...

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