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WESTERN VAMPIREThe old rundown cabin seemed to,hold a charm of its own though no one lived there any more. The small grave yard just metres away prove testament to the humans who had tried to farm the arid hostile land and failed, the grave markers fallen to disrepair, the writings faded with time, the ancient mission church not over a mile away also littered with graves and fallen down gravevstones, some still bearing names and descriptions of people long forgotten. One ancient stone crypt stood like a monument with rotting wooden entrance and inside the two ancient coffins made of Stone was the only structure with writing still intact. The legend read: “Here lies my lovely wife Amelia Richardson and her sister Teresa Stevens taken by illness both on this sad day of 15th March, 1835. Merced, Arizona Territory, May God Welcome You With Open Arms.” The pair of young males that looked for a resting place that hot afternoon of August, 1879 of course Didn,t pass the mission only found the old dilapidated cabin as they searched for a place to camp for the night. They were totally exhausted having drifted all day and covered in trail dust from the relentless dry road they traversed on horses almost as tired. They gladly took shelter in the cabin even though one wall had fallen down completely first gathering up some grass for their horses then dry kindling and fallen branches to build a fire as the temperature would drop quickly at this altitude high summer or not. Soon they had a warming fire going in the ancient fireplace that appeared to have been used by other travellers fairly recently, the Shadows now lengthening with the onset of twilight and night. These were hardened males despite their young age, knocking the dust from their clothing as they prepared their simple evening meal of baked beans, güvenilir bahis siteleri pan bread and dried bacon washed down with coffee from a battered kettle filled from the tiny brook which flowed past the cabin, the fish much too small to consider angling for. One the meal was eaten they sat smoking tobacco from pipes and nursed another cup,of coffee regaling themselves with tales of ghosts and scarey creatures though neither believed there were such creatures. “My Pa always told a tale about the old man who lived not far from us in Kentucky, and old moonshiner who eventually made a batch that kilt him. Years after he died people claimed they saw the old man more than once still drinking his hooch from his old linker jar and laughing all silly like! I thought I heard him once or twice, but it was problems jest the wind. It blows force and makes weird noises some nights in old Kentucky.” You Knows my Pa died a fever when I were just ten back in Arkansas and Mom up and died a consumption when I was fifteen. I tried to farm the old place, but had no money left so started working for a Yankee bastard who treated me like shit! One night I was coming back from a hard days grafting when this big white horse ran across the field in front of my horse, stopped and challenged my horse. This horse reared up as if he would knock me out of the saddle then just vanished!” “You sure you hadn,t been drinking?” His friend teased. “Hadn t touched a drop, but sure did when I got back to the ranch. Got tired a working for peanuts, up and left and been on the road ever since then. I seen and heard some strange happenings on the road. I,ll tell you some another time, but can,t keep my eyes open for now.” He told his travelling companion. “Well Good Evening Guys!” a melodic feminine voice suddenly tipobet giriş drifted to them making them glance up at the unbelievable figure approaching them from the dark. The female was dressed in a simple dress of white cotton with blue trim wearing a brown shawl round her shoulders against the nights chill, black low shoes on dainty feet. “You surprised us Ma,am! Where,d you come from?” One of the males responded a bit taken aback with her sudden appearance. “Oh I,m Teresa. You can call me Terry. I and my k** sister Amy who,s with me live with my Daddy and Mama a few miles away. We saw your camp fire and thought we,d say “hi” as it gets so lonely for two young females stuck out here in the middle of nowhere.” She smiled, her eyes seeming to glow in the dark as she did. “Hi Terry. I,m Jasper Gray, But you can call me Jazz. My friend is Charlie Tompkins. Have Amy join us for a cup of coffee?” The tallest male invited the strange woman who signalled to her hidden sister who now appeared as if by magic from the dark shadows. The second woman was a beauty dressed in a black lace dress with a blue shawl ove her tender young shoulders, brown sandals on her tiny beautiful feet, hair long and golden. The women sat on boxes like the men as near the men as possible and made small talk about where they were from and so forth all thoughts of tiredness had long ago left the men,s bodies as the women wove their spell. “I like you Jazz.” Teresa gave him her best smile. “How long since you kissed a woman then.” Her eyes flashed. “A very long time too long Terry. May I kiss you?” “But Of Course.! their lips met, her tongue sliding into his mouth and sucking his passionately making his cock harden. Meanwhile Amy and Charlie were doing the same, Charlie a bit more forward as he fondled tipobet güvenilir mi her right boob. “How long since you FUCKED a woman.” Teresa husked the question as she unzipped Jazz, and hauled his large prick free of his jeans and began to stroke him with those long delicate fingers. “Much too long.” He groaned as precum started to,ooze from the end of his bulbous knob, Teresa rubbing her finger over it and licking it away with her long cat,s tongue. Next she took him in her mouth and gently sucked him. Meanwhile Amy had lifted her dress to show Charlie she wore no underwear whatsoever and mounted his big cock and began to bounce up and down as their sex organs made loud sucking noises. Teresa had also lifted her dress to show she also did not bother with underwear and leaned over the box so Jazz could slide his cock up her cunt from the rear to screw her soaking pussy as fast as he could manage. Soon all four were groaning and crying out with the pleasurable sensations as they answered nature’s basic call to reproduce, but as with most good things in life the end often comes much too soon as cumming was what all four managed well, cuddling in each other,s arms, bodies now bathed in sweat and sex juices. “Thank You Jazz. I loved that!” Teresa bent over and kissed his neck, but suddenly two large fangs grew in her mouth and she Bit into his jugular vein. Jazz experienced pain at first, but then a far different sensation as his life blood seeed away. Soon Amy was also draining Charlie of his blood. “I enjoyed Charlie very much, sister. I wish to keep him for my pleasure!” Amy told her sister. “Yes. I like Jazz a lot and he knows how to use that big cock of his so we,ll hang onto them for a while Okay?” She agreed. Their dresses now rearranged they easily lifted the bodies of Charlie and Jazz on to their horses and led the horses to the crypt at the mission, then transferred them to the stone coffins Teresa and Amy,s bodies reposed in during the hours of the day, then lay down next to their lovers and closed their eyes preparing for their next feed. TBC