The Peaches that Fell

Chapter 2

The Story The Authors

Russel still hadn't thought of a way to keep his new found clarity intact when he heard the front door open. The doc must have returned with the ice. Suddenly he stopped. She was singing. Alanis Morrisette....."would you forgive me Love if I danced in your shower, would you forgive me Love if I layed in your bed, would you forgive me Love if I stayed all afternoon..." Love, Me

He stepped back screaming,"Psycho!!!!" She had already been in his shower. He was so scared. Suddenly her eyes turned red and her horns sprouted from her head. It was the devil!! Russell was shockes. "I'm Lareeka. You're my next lover." She put a spell on him and they fucked all night long. Autumn K

Russell then realized............"Im not gay!" none

this is to all the lonley people............where do they all come from none

Unfortunately, Russel, thought, I have a new problem. First off, he could not be sure Doc/Lareeka has definitely been fucking me, and me fucking her. But, he thought, it makes sense -- it would account for my intermittent insanity, and even for my sanity during insane episodes. The Doc simply is a succubus. And, he had to admit, if that's all it was, he was quite happy to be her plaything. Knowing he probably was normal was good enough for Russel. He'd always wanted to be normal, and always striven to *be* normal; but seeming normal to everyone else seemed less important compared to the pleasure of losing himself to sex with the demon woman. Nothing else now seemed particularly important. He felt that the insanity episodes now would no longer cause him the stress they had been causing him; and that would make all the difference in the world. That was all fine and well; his new problem, though, was moving like a regular, normal person, when he now, despite all knowledge counter to it, could not shake off the illusion that he had become a hen. Here he was, fucking Doc Lareeta, and feeling quite a good deal of pleasure from it, and yet, felt fully convinced that he was a hen, and a discordant rendition of a Beatles song was playing in his head, too. Was Doc Lareeta doing that to him, as well? Or, was it possible that sometimes the insanity was truly insanity and other times the mindfucking of Doc Lareeta? Arrrgh! he thought. Or maybe he said it aloud, who knew? he doubted Lareeta cared one way or another -- although he suddenly realized he was catching himself seeing the Doc differently, and seized with doubts concerning her motives and tendencies, now that he knew she was a demon woman. Now I'm not going to be able to stop worrying about this until I get some answers; Russel grimaced at the thought. The Doc smiled, thinking Russel in ecstasy. The Lieutenant

"Well, Doc," Russel blurted, "I think I got it all figured out. I won't be needing your services anymore." Doc Lareeta placed her finger on Russel's lips. "Shhh..." She licked at his eyeball, but he managed to shut his lid just in a nick of time. Why did she do that? he wondered. "Uh, but I won't mind continuing to render my end of the bargain," he said. "And I don't mind continuing to be insane if that means I get to be your love slave." Doc Lareeta continued pounding away down below and moaning gutterally. "But maybe we should have a little talk?" he asked. Warty Stimmel

Suddenly Russel sat bolt uprght in bed. That was the weirdest dream he'd ever had in his life. His psychiatrist a demon from hell? Right and he was really Prince Charles. His therapist was no where near evil, hell his psychiatrist wasn't even a girl. How strange of him to dream he had some sort of sex bargain with a lady doctor. His doctor was a 67 year old man with a wife and two kids, not someone he'd want to have a sexual relationship with. How crazy. It must've been longer since he'd had sex than he thought. No now wait a minute...That was when it hit him. All the events of the evening before came rushing back to him. His fight with his girl, the bar, spilling his guts to...his psychiatrist...going back to his place....of shit. For the first time he noticed the person laying beside him in the bed. It wasn't a demon lover, it was worse....it was his MALE psychiatrist. So it hadn't been so long since he'd had sex after all. In fact he'd had some just last night. Some wild, passionate, demon sex with his psychiatrist. Oh it was sick. It was disgusting. He couldn't believe he'd done something so repulsive. Lilly pad

The Story	The Authors
Russel still hadn't thought of a way to keep his new found clarity intact when he heard the front door open. The doc must have returned with the ice. Suddenly he stopped. She was singing. Alanis Morrisette....."would you forgive me Love if I danced in your shower, would you forgive me Love if I layed in your bed, would you forgive me Love if I stayed all afternoon..."	Love, Me
He stepped back screaming,"Psycho!!!!" She had already been in his shower. He was so scared. Suddenly her eyes turned red and her horns sprouted from her head. It was the devil!! Russell was shockes. "I'm Lareeka. You're my next lover." She put a spell on him and they fucked all night long.	Autumn K
Russell then realized............"Im not gay!"	none
this is to all the lonley people............where do they all come from	none
Unfortunately, Russel, thought, I have a new problem. First off, he could not be sure Doc/Lareeka has definitely been fucking me, and me fucking her. But, he thought, it makes sense -- it would account for my intermittent insanity, and even for my sanity during insane episodes. The Doc simply is a succubus. And, he had to admit, if that's all it was, he was quite happy to be her plaything. Knowing he probably was normal was good enough for Russel. He'd always wanted to be normal, and always striven to be normal; but seeming normal to everyone else seemed less important compared to the pleasure of losing himself to sex with the demon woman. Nothing else now seemed particularly important. He felt that the insanity episodes now would no longer cause him the stress they had been causing him; and that would make all the difference in the world. That was all fine and well; his new problem, though, was moving like a regular, normal person, when he now, despite all knowledge counter to it, could not shake off the illusion that he had become a hen. Here he was, fucking Doc Lareeta, and feeling quite a good deal of pleasure from it, and yet, felt fully convinced that he was a hen, and a discordant rendition of a Beatles song was playing in his head, too. Was Doc Lareeta doing that to him, as well? Or, was it possible that sometimes the insanity was truly insanity and other times the mindfucking of Doc Lareeta? Arrrgh! he thought. Or maybe he said it aloud, who knew? he doubted Lareeta cared one way or another -- although he suddenly realized he was catching himself seeing the Doc differently, and seized with doubts concerning her motives and tendencies, now that he knew she was a demon woman. Now I'm not going to be able to stop worrying about this until I get some answers; Russel grimaced at the thought. The Doc smiled, thinking Russel in ecstasy.	The Lieutenant
"Well, Doc," Russel blurted, "I think I got it all figured out. I won't be needing your services anymore." Doc Lareeta placed her finger on Russel's lips. "Shhh..." She licked at his eyeball, but he managed to shut his lid just in a nick of time. Why did she do that? he wondered. "Uh, but I won't mind continuing to render my end of the bargain," he said. "And I don't mind continuing to be insane if that means I get to be your love slave." Doc Lareeta continued pounding away down below and moaning gutterally. "But maybe we should have a little talk?" he asked.	Warty Stimmel
Suddenly Russel sat bolt uprght in bed. That was the weirdest dream he'd ever had in his life. His psychiatrist a demon from hell? Right and he was really Prince Charles. His therapist was no where near evil, hell his psychiatrist wasn't even a girl. How strange of him to dream he had some sort of sex bargain with a lady doctor. His doctor was a 67 year old man with a wife and two kids, not someone he'd want to have a sexual relationship with. How crazy. It must've been longer since he'd had sex than he thought. No now wait a minute...That was when it hit him. All the events of the evening before came rushing back to him. His fight with his girl, the bar, spilling his guts to...his psychiatrist...going back to his place....of shit. For the first time he noticed the person laying beside him in the bed. It wasn't a demon lover, it was worse....it was his MALE psychiatrist. So it hadn't been so long since he'd had sex after all. In fact he'd had some just last night. Some wild, passionate, demon sex with his psychiatrist. Oh it was sick. It was disgusting. He couldn't believe he'd done something so repulsive.	Lilly pad

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