October 24th, 2011:
Dear Diary. Today I might have made a mistake.
All the lights in my house flicker and then go out.
The TV flickers too, a few times, then fades to a loud, buzzing static. It alone illuminates my small apartment living room with a dull, grey digital candlelight. There's an image of a well, and then SHE appears. Before I know it she has breached the imaginary fourth wall separating reality from her "fiction" and is crawling towards me across the wooden floor, wet, muddy, matted,
dirty
black hair hanging down like a widow's veil in front of her bowed head, dragging across the wood planks, over my carpet. Each shaking, shuddering handfall--her knees, wrapped in the damp, moldy, tattered white dress half-clinging to her corpse-like body bringing up the rear--is accompanied by a hoarse, rasping breath that is both visible and icy blue, a breath that forms tiny crystalline icicles on my rug. When she reaches me she lifts a trembling, wrinkled, jaggedly unmanicured hand that falls heavily on my knee and lifts her moppish head of hair abruptly up to stare at me, a single bulging, bloodshot eyeball glaring back at me from beyond the haze of messy black filth she calls hair.
My dick is so fucking hard right now.
Or...it
was
, then. I wrote all that in the present tense to make it more exciting, but obviously I couldn't have been writing it then. A few years back a buddy of mine was engaged to get married but had to move to another state to make that happen. One of his parting gifts (and I mean, we still keep in touch of course, but it's been a while since we've seen each other in person) was this old VHS tape, one that he told me contained this spooky, horny dead chick who would rock your world when you played it...at a price. He told me to think about it real carefully before I used it, and to make sure I had someone to pass the curse onto within the time limit before I did. I...half followed his advice. Saved it for the perfect occasion anyway. About a week before Halloween, none of the channels were playing anything good, all my friends were out of town, and this was the spookiest, craziest shit I could think to do...
Anyway, Sadako, the creepy dead lady from the bottom of the well, moved her awful, disgusting hair out of her face and grinned up at me even as she undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.
"So uh, what's your name, handsome?" She asked as she started to stroke it with one partially desiccated hand.
"M-Mary," I managed to blurt out. I swallowed hard. She laughed, a loud, braying, almost horse-like laugh.
"S-sorry," She nervously apologized. "Didn't mean to laugh at that, just kind of a reflex. Nothing funny about it, Mary's a nice name."
It hadn't even been a minute yet,
maybe
30 seconds, maybe less. I stood no chance. Sadako closed her scary-lookin' eye and let my cum shoot up into her mouth, over her tongue, over her twisted, knotty clumps of dark hair.
"Fuck!" I swore as the half-ghost, half-zombie woman leaned forward and took my still very sensitive shaft into her mouth and sucked it lovingly, receiving any further deposits of my jism and swallowing each as it came.
When I had finally caught my breath I asked: "So...the whole seven days thing, does that mean you're gonna kill me after a week?"
"Oh...no no, of course not," Sadako replied, waving her hands back and forth to further illustrate the negative. "I don't control that, it's just kinda...the nature of the curse." She looked back at me with a sad, apologetic grin and goddamn was it cute.
"I would be willing to help you pass it on to someone else though," She added. "Though it's gotta be a willing victim." She paused. "There...is another thing. Part of the whole curse dealie."
"...Yeah?"
"I get pretty ravenous. I need to...I need to..." She blushed, but it was a cold, dead, blue hue. "Need to do something like THAT--"
(She was obviously referring to what we just did, of course)
"At least once a day. In fact, I kind of want to jump your bones right now, but I know that penises have a bit of a refractory period...so I'll control myself for now."
"Well, I don't mind helping you with that problem," I said with my best cocky/confident grin. "And I think I know how you can help me..."
October 25th--Day 1:
After setting up my cam-corder on my dresser, Sadako straddled me on the bed, pulling my jeans and panties down and settling her thin, blue-lipped pussy over my growing erection. With her guiding hand I slid into her effortlessly and then she was riding me slow and heavy like she was the headless horseman and I was her horse. This time, thankfully, I lasted a little while longer, even after my bed literally floated up into the air and a few of my personal belongings started circling overhead like a flock of carrion-starved vultures. To be honest it might've helped the situation. When we finally crashed back to the floor I came harder than I had in years, harder than the previous night, and I even breathlessly apologized when my downstairs neighbor complained about the noise.
Later Sadako helped me post the video on Pornhub. The video "Shy virgin trans-girl gets ridden HARD by chad cursed yurei" obviously got plenty of views, but our pleas to have someone DM us so we could pass on the curse fell on deaf ears.
Well...we still had 6 more days.
