I thank Randi for the edit, the invitation to this party, the encouragement to write and especially for her friendship. I thank you readers for taking the time to read my story.
My wife, Sue, and I had recently moved to Millville, but I was already rethinking our decision. The house we bought was located in a nice neighborhood and the weather in Florida was fantastic.
Why, then, was I concerned that we had made a mistake by moving? In the three weeks since we relocated, two neighbors had been gruesomely murdered. Before we purchased, I had taken the time to look up the crime statistics for Millville and found nothing which concerned me.
There had been a mur*er a few years previously where a jealous husband came home from a business trip to find his wife passed out in his bed. That wasn't so bad, but she was covered with love bites and male ejaculate. Next to her bed was the wallet of her husband's colleague. The angry husband promptly grabbed his .44, drove to home of his coworker and blew him away in a jealous rage.
Just the previous year a man, incensed that his neighbor ran over his expensive bicycle, had knocked on the neighbor's door and shot him dead when he opened it. I could understand an occasional crime of passion in any town, but the two recent murders were entirely different.
Bonnie Laskey, a middle-aged wife and mother lived just two blocks from our new home. At least, she used to live two blocks away, on Beech Street. She was buried after a closed casket ceremony the previous week.
Her husband found her bloody body in their marital bed when he arrived home from working the night shift. After a brief search, the police found her head in the back yard.
Two nights before, Jack Hurley's next door neighbors called the police because they heard blood curdling screams coming from his home. When the cops arrived, they had to break in the door since Jack wouldn't answer it.
As the police made their way to the bedroom, Jack managed a few final whimpers before dying in front of them. The paramedics that arrived on scene had been unable to save him. That may have been because Jack's intestines had been ripped from his body and placed on the pillow next to his head.
In both murders, the police thoroughly searched the immediate area. They even brought in a couple of tracking dogs, but they came up empty. Several of the neighbors had heard the horrible screams and watched out their windows as they waited for the police to arrive, but no one saw anyone leave the Jack Hurley home.
Needless to say, this greatly concerned me. I decided to install cameras in our home, in the interest of safety. I had considered telling Sue about the cameras, but I worried it would agitate her even more if she knew I was so worried. I would be able to view videos from cameras placed in every room in my house from my laptop and my phone, in real time. I hoped it would allow me the opportunity to see any threat before it was too late.
I had never been a gun owner and bringing guns into the house would definitely upset Sue, so I eschewed that option. I wasn't totally defenseless, however. I had been given a scimitar by a business associate from the Middle East a few years back. I really liked it, so for whatever reason, I began to collect various kinds of swords.
I now owned rapiers, broadswords, a few sabers, several scimitars and one cutlass. The house we had moved into was a big Victorian. It was in excellent condition and much of it was original. Unlike many Victorian homes I had seen over the years, the owners of this house had never dropped the ceilings, paneled the walls, carpeted over the hardwood or ripped out the wainscoting.
We had four bedrooms, four baths, a library, a parlor, a living room, kitchen, dining room and two rooms which had no discernible purpose, as well as a large attic. I hung my sword collection on the walls in various rooms throughout the house and spent a fair amount of time committing their locations to memory.
Sue thought I was just being overly proud of my collection. Our two kids were grown and on their own, so she wasn't concerned about any children playing with the weapons. I had placed them high enough to make them impossible for any small visitors to access, so Sue allowed me my whim.
We were young retirees and redecorating the huge home was our main focus. We painted walls, polished and stained woodwork, and carted away more than a few decrepit pieces of furniture. I secretly placed camera/smoke detectors in each room. I was quite certain Sue would never discover the cameras.
I made it a habit to look at my recordings each day to see if anything unusual had taken place. The cameras sensed motion and only recorded when there was activity of some sort in a given room.
A week to the day after Jack Hurley met his untimely demise, Luke Baker's body was found in his living room... in his den... and the bathroom. There was some speculation that the small red object lodged about thirty feet up an oak tree in front of his home was his heart. Our police department summoned the local fire company to retrieve the object.
The firemen took one look and told the cops they could go piss up a rope. They pointed out that they did not have a ladder truck, so they would have to climb the tree, plus digging possible body parts out of a tree wasn't in their job description. After a fair amount of debate, the town rented a scissor-lift and a young patrolman rode it up to recover whatever was in the tree. He placed it in a cooler before he returned to the sidewalk.
A few hours later, I was on the phone with our local law enforcement explaining my situation. "I recently installed some surveillance cameras in my home and I saw something that might interest the police."
"We're pretty busy working on the three brutal murders in town. I don't think we have anyone available to watch your home movies," was the bored response of the woman answering the non-emergency calls to the police department.
"Your bosses have been asking for anonymous tips that might help shed light on those very murders. I think I have one. Send somebody to 423 Hickory Street. I'm Bill Macey and I have information which might interest the police," I insisted.
"Wait a minute! You gave me your name and address, so this isn't an anonymous tip," replied the genius on the other end.
I was extremely frustrated by this point, but I managed to maintain my cool as I recalled tidbits of information I had heard about the local flatfeet. "I'll have a dozen jelly doughnuts and a twelve-pack of Bud Light on ice. That may interest a few gumshoes down there."
"You're asking for Detective Cook? He's probably surfing porn while he's waiting for his shift to finish. I'll relay your message," promised the less-than-civil servant.
I decided to take a piss while I waited to see if any cops would make an appearance. I was washing my hands when my doorbell rang! I opened the door to see a nondescript man in a shiny, much wrinkled suit on my doorstep.
"Are you really with the police?" was my first question.
"Do you really have some doughnuts and beer?" was his instant response.
"That depends," I answered carefully. "Can I see some form of identification?"
"That depends," retorted the slovenly man. "Can I see some doughnuts and beer?"
"Okay, come on in. The doughnuts and beer are in the kitchen. The guys I met at local watering hole described you quite accurately," I admitted. "At least they were right about the doughnuts and beer. I'm still a bit skeptical about your crime solving skills."
"Fuck you, too." The man grinned as he popped a beer open with one hand while stuffing a doughnut in his mouth with the other. "I'm Detective Cook."
I brushed off the particles of glazed sugar which had flown from Cook's mouth and landed on my forehead. I shook his hand. I rinsed the jelly off my palm before turning my attention back to Detective Cook.
"It's a small town and a lot of people are jealous of my deductive reasoning abilities" explained Cook. "Can you tell me what information you have which may help our investigation into solving the recent murders?"
I motioned to my laptop as I answered Cook's question. "I moved into this house about a month ago. The murders began shortly after that. I was..."
"About to confess?"asked the delighted man. "Damn! It looks like I've solved another one!"
"No!" I sputtered. "I installed a surveillance system in the house because of all the murders in the area. I didn't tell my wife, who is shopping at the moment, about buying the cameras. I'd appreciate it if you kept that information to yourself, unless of course it leads to the arrest and conviction of the murderer. I'd expect to collect the ten grand reward if that should happen."
"I'm afraid we don't pay for anonymous tips," replied the fat fucker without blinking an eye.
"I see. In that case, consider this a tip from Bill Macey of 423 Hickory Street, or would you rather not see the possible evidence I have?"
"That's the way you're going to play it?" responded Cook with a small jelly covered grin. "Okay, Macey, show me what you've got. It had better be good."
I proceeded to open my laptop and bring up my video files. First, I played a short clip of a dark colored beast-like creature exiting a closet in one of the extra rooms in my house. The next camera picked up the same creature as it furtively made its way through my home office. It stopped to briefly look at a calendar on my desk before leaving the room.
The next clip showed the same creature descending the stairs, walking to the front door and carefully opening it.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Cook. "Kate Upton is your wife? You lucky fucker!"
"That's the problem! I've never been so much as in the same state as Kate Upton," I responded somewhat wistfully.
"You're telling me you don't know Kate Upton but she was naked in your house? What about that big fucking dog? Is that yours?" asked Cook.
"I don't have a fucking dog, but that wasn't a dog. That was Kate Upton," I attempted to explain.
"I may not know a lot about swimsuit models, but I can tell you this much. Kate Upton is no goddamn dog!" blurted Cook. "I should lock you up just for suggesting it."
"Watch the video again," I insisted as I returned to the first video. "If you look a little closer, you'll notice that the creature which comes out of my closet appears to be walking on two legs. As it goes down the stairs it gradually becomes Kate Upton. It looked at her picture on the calendar in my office before starting down the stairs. How in hell is that possible?"
"How possible is it her tits have no sag?" asked Cook as he grabbed the mouse from my hand and replayed the last ten seconds of the video several times. "We need to take a look in that fucking closet. What kind of shit are you into?"
I led Cook upstairs to the room with the closet whence the creature had come.
"What's all the scratches and digs in the floor and woodwork in this room?" asked the curious detective. "This room smells like dog shit."
"Yeah, it does. We're working on that," I admitted as I pointed to several boxes of baking soda sitting around the room, as well as air fresheners and a bottle of Fabreze.
"The previous owners wouldn't allow us to see this room when we looked at the house to buy a few months ago. They kept the door locked, but we could hear the growling and barking of a couple of what sounded like very large dogs in here. Once we closed on the property and walked into the room, we realized why the sellers didn't want us to have access. It smells a lot better now than it did when we bought it."
Cook nodded as his gaze swept the room. "What's with all the big knives on your walls? Are you some kind of Ninja or something?"
"I collect swords. That's a scimitar forged around fifteen-hundred years ago," I bragged. "It's very rare."
"Whatever," mumbled Cook as he pulled his gun and slowly opened the door to the closet. I reached over to flick on the closet light switch at the same time.
Cook jumped back and cursed. "What the fuck are you doing? I was all tensed up with a loaded gun in my hand, so you decide to turn on the light as I stick my head in there? You go in first, Asshole."
With that, he jerked open the door and shoved me inside the three by ten closet. I had checked it after viewing the videos, so I wasn't concerned. I stepped to the side and watched Cook look around carefully. He ran his hand along the wall as he stepped to the far corner of the closet.
He then moved his hand to the back wall and slowly slid it over the surface as he approached me. Suddenly his hand disappeared into the wall!
Cook cursed as he quickly pulled his hand back. I couldn't believe what I had seen! There wasn't a hole of any kind showing where Cook's hand had been. He looked at his hand and then turned his attention back to the wall. Ever so slowly, he slid his hand along the wall. Once again it disappeared up to his wrist!
This time he moved his hand horizontally for about three feet before his hand made a slight sound as it hit something solid. He then dropped his hand down and it once again struck something solid. He then moved his arm, seemingly minus a hand until it reached about three feet up the wall and once again struck an obstruction.
Cook pulled a Sharpie from his pocket and flicked off the cap. He placed the marker on the wall and carefully moved the Sharpie along the wall just inches from the arm he was moving inside the wall. He reached the far side, moved down about three feet and then back toward me for another three feet before moving the marker back up the wall to the spot where he had begun marking.
Suddenly he gave a startled yelp and quickly pulled his hand out of the wall. Blood was seeping from a cut on the back of his formerly invisible hand.
"I think one of those bastards clawed me or something," observed the portly detective, far too calmly.
"What bastards? Where did you hand go? How did you run it through the wall so easily? What the hell's going on?" I demanded a bit frantically.
"I could be wrong, but it appears you have a closet with a portal into a parallel universe," answered Cook. "It's too early to be sure, but it's possible the creature that came out of here is our killer."
"That doesn't make any sense," I protested. "I never heard of a parallel universal. Is that from outer space or something?"
"It could be from some planet light years away, but I suspect it's a portal into a different dimension. Scientists have debated the existence of other dimensions for years. String theory allows for eleven dimensions," explained Cook.
"Where the hell is the guy who was eating my doughnuts and drinking my beer?" I snarled. "Are you a fucking theoretical physicist or something?"
"I wish. I'm just a fan of The Big Bang Theory," admitted Cook as he appeared to be lost in deep thought.
"I'm going to board this wall up!" I declared. "I'll use three-quarter plywood. Those bastards won't be able to claw through that."
"It won't do any good," said Cook. "There's a wall there now. Portals into other dimensions can't be blocked like that. They allow passage through solid walls, even concrete."
"Are you saying walls are not effective?" I asked "Try telling that to Hannity! Why the hell haven't those damn creatures been killing people for years? Why did it start when my wife and I moved in? This doesn't make any sense."
"I bet the previous owners knew there was something wrong here. That's why they had big dogs locked in the next room. Any of these fuzzy fuckers step into that room while a couple of nasty Rottweilers or Dobermans are on patrol and they're dog meat!"
"Explain how those 'fuzzy fuckers', as you call them, can turn into Kate Upton," I demanded. "That trick would be worth billions on the open market."
"It's quite likely they're shapeshifters," reasoned Cook.
"What the hell are shapeshifters, and what do you mean by 'they'? Do you think there's more than one?" Now I was getting very worried.
"They're like rats," replied Cook. "If you see one, you probably have an infestation. There's probably a lot more where that hairy bastard came from."
"Can I call an exterminator or something? Should I buy a couple of big nasty dogs? What can I do to keep safe?" I whined.
"Don't panic," cautioned Cook. "We can't be sure this is a portal to a parallel dimension. We don't know if there's more than one blood thirsty ghoul loose in your house. We can't even prove that a naked Kate Upton killed that poor lucky bastard, Luke Baker. No wonder there was a big smile on what was left of his face."
"He died with a smile?" I asked in amazement.
"Yeah. Can you think of a better reason? What would you do if a nude Kate Upton showed up in your bedroom?" responded Cook.
"Well, I'd have to feel those amazing tits, then squeeze her tits and probably play with..." was all I managed before Cook interrupted my daydreaming.
"Exactly! You'd be grinning from ear to ear. If she ripped off half your face, it'd be a crooked grin, just like Baker had pasted on what was left of his mug."
"You're only making me feel slightly better, Detective. I live in a house where demons emerge from my closet. What should I do?"
"We need to formulate a plan," determined Cook. "I suggest you keep the closet door locked, as well as the door to this room. It won't stop the ugly bastards, but it should slow them down, plus the noise they make breaking down the door should alert you in time to run like holy hell."
"You're a real fucking piece of work!" I snarled. "I'm looking to the police to keep me safe from these damn shapeshitters and you're telling me to run like hell? That's your plan?"
"You might try placing pictures of Don Knotts and Pee Wee Herman in plain sight," suggested Cook. "You'd be able to kick their asses."
"Is that a fucking joke?" I demanded angrily.
"No. I thought it was a pretty damn good idea," countered the enigma known as Detective Cook. "By the same token, avoid photos of The Rock, Chuck Norris, Clint Eastwood and my personal favorite, John Wayne."
"I can see where that idea would have some merit," I admitted reluctantly. "Have any more brilliant suggestions?"
"Is there some way you can make it so I can see your security system in real time? I'd be able to monitor it and hustle over here if it looked like another spawn of Satan had made an appearance."
"Yeah, I can share the videos with you on the cloud. I'll give you the login information and you can watch videos as well as see the action in real time. That's a surprisingly good idea!"
Detective Cook hung around a few more minutes discussing various ways to trap the shapeshifters, hopefully before they killed someone else, like Sue and me. He took my last two beers and the doughnut I had been saving for Sue when he left.
While I waited for Sue to get home, I Googled some famous people and printed out their pictures. I went with Don Knotts and Pee Wee Herman first, followed by Joe Pesci, Danny DeVito and Woody Allen. I pinned the pictures to my office wall. I admitted to myself that I was grasping at straws.
It wasn't easy to behave normally around Sue now that I knew there were murderous demons running amok in the house. It was likely she would overreact to the information and want to sell the house. If we did sell it, we'd take a big financial hit and our retirement plans would go down the drain. If Cook and I could come up with a way to block the bastards from coming through the wall, or if we could domesticate the damn things, we'd be money ahead.
Two days later I was at Home Depot waiting in line to buy some paint when I decided to check my phone to see if anything was going on at home. I began to get a little aroused when I saw Sue walk into our bedroom naked. She was still a fine looking woman in her mid forties. Her breasts were high and firm on her chest and her ass was rounded perfectly. I was admiring her body when a man stepped into the room to join her!
I was stunned and only slowly began to interpret what I was seeing. It was me in the room with Sue! I checked my phone to be certain I was not watching an old video, but much to my consternation, it was happening in real time! I watched Sue drop to her knees in front of me.
"Your cock looks especially big today!" she exclaimed before taking the head into her mouth.
She was right! My cock did look bigger than usual. How the fuck was I watching my larger-cocked self being serviced by my wife? Duh! It had to be a shapeshifter! I dropped the paint I was holding and sprinted for the car.
Breaking the speed limit all the way, it still took me ten minutes to get back home. I rushed inside, grabbed my favorite scimitar off the wall in the living room and hurried as quietly as possible up the stairs. The door to the bedroom was open so I simply stepped in and raised my scimitar.
I found myself laying pipe like a man possessed, or to be more accurate, like a damn sex crazed demon. I was doing Sue doggy style, naturally, and she was loving every inch of every stroke. I hesitated as I watched Sue and my body-double enter the home stretch.
What if it was a human that was a clone, or a twin banging Sue? It sure looked human. Hell, it looked exactly like me, except with a somewhat bigger harder cock and a flatter stomach. If it was really a human, I would be committing mur*er. If it was really me, I would be committing suicide! I was beside myself, literally.
My decision was made for me when Sue let out a loud moan and appeared to pass out. I immediately pulled Sue's ass tight to my stomach and began groaning in what I knew had to be with pleasure as I emptied my unusually large balls into my wife. I released my grip on Sue's hips and she flopped forward, apparently comatose. Then it happened!
I watched as hair began sprouting on my ass and up my back! It wasn't me! The transformation was surprisingly quick. In a few seconds I was watching a dark hairy animal-like creature extend long claws from its hands, or paws or whatever they were. It was preparing to slash my unconscious wife's ass! My razor sharp scimitar slashed down and sliced the demon bastard in half. As both parts of its body fell to the floor, they turned into piles of ash, rather small piles at that.
I was shaking as I contemplated how close Sue had been to becoming another victim. I was upset that she had been so willingly and well fucked by the shapeshifter, but how could I blame her? He was simply a somewhat better version of me, at least when it came to sex.
I wondered if I would ever be able to satisfy Sue again. She had never passed out when we made love, but there she lay, smiling like the cat that got the cream after that demon bastard finished fucking her. This was one time I had outdone myself, literally!
My phone chirped and I slowly answered it. "Jesus! That was a close one! For a second there, it looked like you were going to let that fucker rip your wife apart after fucking her into the middle of next week!"
"You saw that, Cook? Did you see how fast it turned back to its original shape and how it was going to rip Sue apart?" I asked, somehow feeling relieved that Cook had shared the experience with me, even if it was vicariously.
"I saw it all right! I didn't realize you had such a big cock and could fuck like that, or did that shapeshifter improve on old Bill a little? Did I just watch Bill 2.0 fuck your wife into a coma? Are your wife's tits really that firm, or was that some kind of spell or magic?"
"You're losing sight of the real situation!" I snapped. "The size of my cock and the firmness of Sue's tits are not the issue. My wife was fucked and almost killed by the goddamn demon from a parallel universe. That should be your focus here!"
"Yeah, you have a point," admitted Cook. "Now I know how they operate. They fuck their victim senseless, have a huge orgasm and then kill their prey once they're unconscious. Your wife has the same damn grin Jack Hurley had on what was left of his face."
"So what are you going to do about it?" I demanded. "You can't arrest the fuckers. You can't even catch them."
"Actually, we had one in custody," replied Cook with a chuckle. "It seems that Marsha Terrel was attacked last night. She lives a block down from you on the same street. She was in her bedroom talking to her husband on the phone when Don Knotts came into her room wearing nothing but a big smile and sporting an impressive erection for such a skinny fellow.
"Marsha teaches some kind of martial arts down at the YMCA. Needless to say, she kicked the little guy's ass all over the room. Her husband called the police while she pounded the poor little fuck. She had him unconscious when the cops arrived. He changed his shape while they were putting cuffs on him. No one knew whether to take him to a veterinarian or an MD."
"You said you 'had' one in custody, which leads me to believe you no longer have it," I pointed out. "Did it kill the cops and escape?"
"No, it turned into a little pile of ashes in Marsha's bedroom before they could move him. I guess it died in custody. That usually requires a lot of paperwork, but we've decided to pretend this never happened. Marsha was fine with it. She gave the guys a baggie for the ashes. She didn't want the hassle of explaining how she beat the hell out of one of America's most beloved TV personalities.
"I'm getting one of those camera drones later in the week. I'll fly it through your wall and into the parallel dimension so I can determine the best way to handle these illegal aliens, or whatever the hell they are. Just hang on for a few more days and this will all be over."
I saw Sue begin to stir so I hung up the phone and went to her side. "How do you feel?"
"You fucked me unconscious! My pussy looks like chopped meat and my ass is a little sore from you spanking it. I feel great! We'll just have to wait a few days to try that again. I need to recover," responded my loving wife as she gave me a deep kiss with lots of tongue.
That was just great! I gave Sue the best sex of her life and I only watched. It occurred to me that the tape of that session would make some interesting viewing. I would have to watch it quite a few times to learn every move I made in that epic fuck. I was not able to totally get over the fact that Sue had the hell banged out of her by a guy that seemed to be me, but wasn't. I felt like she was one up on me somehow and it rankled me, at least until I came home from Home Depot the next day.
I was standing in the checkout line again with the paint I had tried to buy the previous day. Once again, I decided to check my phone. Once again, I saw something surprising.
Our next door neighbor, Agnes Murdock, was a well preserved widow in her early fifties. She was nice enough to us, except she was always spouting religion and warning about all the horrible things that would happen to us sinners. Sue thought she was harmless and didn't mean anything bad with her rants, but I tried to avoid the woman.
Why would Agnes be creeping across the hall from our spare bedroom to the bathroom totally naked? Then I realized it was another damn shapeshifter! It must have looked out the window and seen Agnes doing something in her back yard and decided to take her shape, except it appeared to have bigger tits and a rounder ass than Agnes possessed. I knew Sue was gone for the day visiting her family, so she was safe, but this was still a dangerous situation. Some poor bastard would be fucked and plucked by Agnes if I didn't do something!
I hurried home and grabbed my trusty scimitar which I had placed back in its holder in the living room. I was coming to love that gift more and more. I moved quietly up the stairs and crept down the hall with my scimitar raised and ready to strike.
Just as I got to the bathroom door, Agnes stepped into the hall. She had a towel over her head as she dried her hair. She was completely naked and I had the opportunity to study her body. It was obvious as hell that she was a shapeshifter. Her tits were much larger than Agnes ever dreamed of having and her ass was nicely rounded and tight. I had seen her often enough in her ridiculous long dresses and large shirts to know she did not have the figure of the sexy woman in front of me.
I lifted my scimitar higher and steeled my nerves as I studied the area of her neck my blade would enter. Death would be swift and merciful. The problem with my plan was how human she looked. I couldn't kill myself when I was fucking Sue because I looked so human and so much like me. It was only when I began changing to a monster and was a clear threat to Sue I decided to swing the blade.
It seemed like I should do the same with Agnes. I could not hack what looked like a real human into pieces, but if I could get her to change back to a murderous beast, I would have no such compunctions.
I used the end of my blade to lift the towel off her head and flick it to the side. Agnes felt around for the towel and then began turning her head to look for it. That was when she saw me standing next to her with my scimitar raised in a threatening manner. She gasped and began to tremble.
"Scared?" I taunted as a plan formulated in my head. "I know what you're here for. You want some hot sex and a big orgasm before you change back and eat me, don't you, bitch? Get your enhanced ass into that room and get on all fours on the bed. I'm going to fuck you like the animal you are."
As I spoke, I reached out and squeezed her tits a few times. I tugged her nipples harder than I ever would with Sue and motioned her into the bedroom. Agnes was still trembling as I nodded to indicate I wanted her on the bed. She nervously climbed on it and kneeled forward, presenting me with a truly remarkable ass. I realized these shapeshifters knew just how to entice a human male.
I ran my hands over her ass a few times before I pulled back and spanked her left cheek. Agnes gasped, but remained in position. I smacked the other ass cheek twice and then went back and slapped the left cheek again. I rubbed my hand over her glowing ass a few times and then down between her legs.
"You're wet, you nasty bitch! You freaks get off on this shit, don't you?" I asked, more or less rhetorically. "Wiggle that ass for me if you want my cock. Show me you're a needy slut."
I wasn't surprised when she immediately wiggled her ass in an exaggerated fashion. She wanted her orgasm so she could rip my head off and drop my guts on the pillow, which I realized wasn't too much different from an old girlfriend.
I slapped that perfect ass one more time before grabbing her hips and sinking my unenhanced cock to the hilt in her steaming pussy. I had to admit that shapeshifters really knew their shit. Agnes felt tight and hot as she squeezed my dick with her internal muscles.
I had watched my wife's defiling by the fucker that looked like me but with a big dick and knew just what the demons liked, sexually. They wanted it hard, fast, and rough, so I gave it to Agnes, but good. I alternated between spanking her ass and jack hammering her dripping pussy. I reached around and grabbed her big firm tits and pulled hard on her nipples. The bitch loved it!
I could see she was getting close to having a really big orgasm. She appeared to be having a serious of small ones that were building in intensity. I began to worry that I would blast off before she did and pass out first! I was having the best sex of my life with a goddamn monster from another universe! I was going to explode like I never had before. I had to hang on long enough to get Agnes off, see her change back to an ugly fucking beast and then lop her prissy head off.
Suddenly the bitch began making an almost silent scream. It was like nothing I had even heard before. She pushed back hard, driving my dick even deeper into her needy body. She began shaking and then collapsed! I held her ass up as I came like I had never come before. I saw lights, stars and rainbows as I closed my eyes and deployed my troops. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Then I passed out.
I awoke with a start. I was still alive. I was thankful for that. The shapeshifter had decided not to kill me. Maybe I had fucked it better than it had ever been fucked before and was going to let me live so I could fuck it again. If that was the case, I would be more determined to stay conscious long enough to separate its head from its body.
I realized I was once again sporting an erection so I slowly opened my eyes and hazarded a quick look at my cock. Agnes was with it, servicing it with her tongue and mouth. The strange thing was she was still human!
"You said I had to eat you after you fucked me like an animal," said Agnes with a smile. "I hope I'm doing it the way you wanted. I don't think I could take another fucking like the last one for a few days. Just let me drain your big balls while you relax.
"Okay," was all I managed as I tried to make sense of everything. Agnes was still in human form. Her ass, although quite pink, was still magnificent and her tits looked even bigger and firmer than they had when I held and pulled them. Then I realized that she had spoken to me! I didn't know if shapeshifters could speak. I slowly wrapped my hand around the hilt of my trusty friend as I watched Agnes service my hard cock. If she decided to bite it off, it would be the last dick she ever tasted.
The best laid plans and all of that. It wasn't long and she was coaxing another load out of me and she swallowed every drop before letting me slip from her mouth and giving me a big smile.
"It was so nice of you and Sue to offer me a place to stay while my house is being fumigated. Those termites were getting to be a real problem. My question to you is this? Was this with Sue's knowledge and permission, or were you a very bad boy?"
"I thought you were someone else. I mean I didn't think you were really you. I had to find out if you were you," I blurted as I tried to explain the situation. "I didn't think your ass was that nice and those tits are bigger and firmer than yours could possibly be."
"I see. You thought I had to be someone else because my ass was so nice and my tits were bigger and firmer than you believed them to be. The only way to be certain I was me was to fuck my brains out. Is that what you're telling me?" asked Agnes as she gave me a big smile.
"That pretty well covers it," I admitted.
"I'm getting the feeling that Sue doesn't know about your decision to check my identity so thoroughly. Is that right?"
"Well, she didn't tell me anything about you staying here, so she can't blame me for being doubtful," I reasoned.
"Don't you think Sue will think doubt is one thing and fucking the hell out of me is quite another? Do you think she'll be upset if we tell her about this?" asked Agnes, now with a silly grin.
"There's no reason to tell Sue about my little mistake! Hell, she's made a similar mistake, but doesn't know it. Let's keep this between us, if you don't mind," I practically begged.
"I think we can work out something. Every now and then, I'm going to expect you to come over to my house and check my ass and tits to see if I'm really me. That will also require that you give me a good fucking to be doubly certain," stated Agnes. "In exchange I won't ever preach at you again, and I won't mention to Sue that you're having some sort of identity crises which involves checking my ass, my tits and fucking me senseless. Do we have a deal?"
"Okay, we have a deal," I answered with a smile of my own. Who knew that a prissy, preaching bitch would have an ass and tits to die for? In my defense, I think most men in my situation would have made the same mistake.
I went to my bedroom to shower before Sue made it home. I was combing my hair when she came in and hugged me.
"Hello, Stud! I'll be ready for another round of that incredible love making in a few days, but we'll have to make sure Agnes is back home so she doesn't hear us. That would be embarrassing."
"Why didn't you tell me she was staying here for a day or two?" I asked.
"I told you yesterday at dinner. You've been so preoccupied lately, you don't listen to anything I say," replied Sue.
Later that evening I received a call from Cook. "Are you sure you want me to put the kibosh on those fuzzy killers and seal off that portal to another dimension? You're getting a shit load of sex because of it. That Agnes has surprisingly nice tits, doesn't she? You hammered her like a damn shapeshifter.
"You didn't know it but I was on my way over to chop of your head off if you changed into a demon from hell after shooting your load into the lady. I was at your front door when I saw both of you pass out with big smiles, but still in human form, so I went back to the station. You must have been watching the video of your wife getting it from that guy that looked like you, but with a bigger dick. You fucked Agnes just like it/you did your wife. My porn collection is improving vastly."
"Why did you call, Cook? Did you want to tell me how my wife was unknowingly fucked by the spawn of Satan or how I fucked up when I fucked Agnes?"I snarled.
"I want you to get your wife and your lover out of the house tomorrow so I can send a drone into that portal to see what we have in there, and find a to block it. You're getting pretty sensitive lately," opined Cook.
Cook showed up the next afternoon while Sue and Agnes were shopping. True to his word, he brought a drone. He failed to mention he would also bring some explosives.
"I'll send this puppy in with a pretty damn big explosive charge attached. If it looks like I can destroy the access from that side, I'll set it off," explained the detective.
"Will that damn thing blow my house up, too?" I asked nervously.
"The way I see it, the explosion will either be in another universe, or across the universe we're in. Either way, it should have no effect on your home, our world, or even this dimension," replied Cook logically.
We watched the monitor as the drone flew through my closet wall and into another dimension. It's hard to describe the colors and shapes we saw as Cook swung the craft around so the camera could catch every detail.
We did see some fuzzy fuckers watch the drone fly by and soon several of them assumed its shape, but apparently they couldn't duplicate mechanical moving parts, as the bastards just sat on the ground without moving. Cook brought the craft back closer to the portal. From the other side, it appeared to be a wall in a cave of some kind.
"I'll just slip around that corner and detonate the explosive. That would prevent any flying shrapnel from getting blasted back through the portal. If I close off the entrance to the cave, those fuckers won't be able to reach the portal," he reasoned as he pressed the enter button on the laptop.
The image on the monitor disappeared. The head of a shapeshifter suddenly rolled through the portal and into the closet. We felt the house shudder slightly and then all was calm. The severed head turned to ash before it stopped rolling. Cook reached up and tapped the wall inside the square he had drawn with his Sharpie not so long ago. The wall was solid! The explosion had destroyed the portal!
That evening, as Sue and I were preparing for bed, she turned to me with an unreadable expression. "I'm still having some discomfort when I sit down. At lunch today, I asked for a pillow for my chair. Agnes asked for one, too."
