Busty Backyard Terror 5

GOWSam was late for an appointment. A Space appointment. Space traffic had held him up all the way to the Space airport, and now he was about to miss his Space airplane heading for Jupiter where he would meet the Space executives of Space Finance Inc. This was the most important Space meeting of his entire Space life. There was no way in Space Hell he was going to be late.

GOWSam had already collected his Space ticket. All that stood in front of him now was the Space metal detector. Even though he knew nothing he had could possibly set off the Space alarm, there was still a feeling of uncertainty. The guard standing in front of him was a tall blond woman wearing sunglasses with what must of been the largest Space rack he had ever seen in his life. There was no time to be wasted on ogling, however. GOWSam quickly placed all of his Space luggage in the Space container and walked briskly through the Space detector.

A loud buzzing sound chirped from the Space detector as the light turned red. A feeling of dread swept through him and he began to sweat. The busty guard gripped onto his shoulder like a Space vice. She produced a Space walkie-talkie and spoke into it as she dragged GOWSam away.

The woman reported, "We got a suspicious one. I'm bringing him in for interrogation." This couldn't be happening. This isn't real. That's it. He was already on board the Space airplane, taking a quick Space nap. His train of thought was halted when the woman swung open a large metal door to reveal an open lot outside. There was only a single Space car parked in the lot.

"This will have to do," remarked the woman. "Lily is already using the usual room." Oh God. Is this actually some kind of sick facility where they torture innocent people? He didn't want to die. He's never even had the chance to make Space love! The woman removed her sunglasses and looked into GOWSam's eyes. She said, "Sir, I'm going to have to inspect...your package."

Suddenly and without warning, the woman started to unzip GOWSam's pants. He could only look at her with a bewildered expression. The woman put her other hand against his lips in a gesture that suggested silence. Then she started to lift up her shirt until her huge breasts were in full view. Tossing the shirt aside, she quickly went back to work on what was becoming an increasingly large bulge in GOWSam's Space pants. She pulled out his erect pen­is and began licking the tip with her tongue. Soon her hands joined in, caressing the shaft with expertise. GOWSam could not believe what was happening, but it was one hundred times better than a shi­tty Space meeting.

In the middle of his euphoria, he noticed that a tall figure was materializing behind them from out of the Space shadows. It donned a cape and had glowing red eyes. He could only manage a stifled shriek before the figure swiftly severed the woman's head. It rolled onto the Space pavement, and her body collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap. Suddenly the figure came into full view. It was Blackula!

"Oh, no! It's the king of all black vampires!" cried GOWSam.

Blackula shrieked, "Ahahahaha! That's right! And I have come for YOU, GOWSam, because you did not attend that shi­tty Space meeting! You see, Space Finance Inc. is actually run by myself and my minions! The meeting was a trap to lure you into my lair so I could finish you off, once and for all! But since you missed your Space airplane, I had to come all the way over here! You jerk."

GOWSam was horrified. He blurted, "But why me? Why do you want to kill me!?"

A dark look loomed over Blackula's face (no pun intended). "Because," he declared, "you are actually a Werewolf, my mortal enemy!"

GOWSam wouldn't believe it. "No," he mumbled.

"Believe what you want," Blackula responded. "But either way you will die. And everyone knows that Werewolves can only be killed one way." Blackula unzipped his pants and revealed a huge coc­k made entirely of silver. He whispered, "You gotta purty mouth fer a boy."

Before he could run, Blackula cornered GOWSam and viciously rammed his dick inside of his assho­le. Blackula pounded GOWSam's meat like yesterday's beef. His black cherry was being ground into a pulp. GOWSam let out agonizing screams, but it did him no good. Along with the vicious ass raping, his body was turning into its true form. Soon he was a full fledged Werewolf, being brutally slammed in the butt by Blackula's huge meatstick. But it wasn't over yet.

As Blackula began pounding harder and faster, GOWSam's body began to rot. Bits of flesh were peeling off as organs crumbled into dust. Eventually his howls of agony began to die down as his body was decomposing into a skeleton. Just before his assho­le disintegrated completely, Blackula came buckets of black vampire sperm. His job was done. Blackula swept his cape and disappeared into thin Space air.

Back on Earth, in an observatory on top of Mauna Kea, Havok Se7en witnessed the entire event while mastur­bating furiously.