Marco and Rodrigo had planned the road trip to Rodrigo’s hometown for months. As they sat in the auto repair shop watching the clock tick away precious moments of daylight, they discussed when it was too late to hit the road.

“There’s a stretch of road that is treacherous at night. We will be off the main freeway and on an old two lane highway through a dark forest. Probably an hour and half drive. I don’t think we should leave any later than 4 o’clock,” Rodrigo said.

It was 3:30 and a mechanic had yet to give them a progress report on the water pump replacement.

At 3:45 they were resigned to put off the trip until morning, but then the mechanic came through the garage door with Rodrigo’s keys in hand.

“All fixed,” he announced.

Marco and Rodrigo’s spirits were lifted and it looked like they would be on the road after all. They had been looking forward to this trip for some time. They were fed up with the big city and were waiting for some rest and relaxation. Rodrigo always spoke glowingly about his hometown so it seemed a perfect location for a vacation. The only drawback was the long 8 hour drive.

Four hours into the trip they entered the forest. It was already dark and on the two lane highway. It seemed like an hour since they had been passed or seen a car headed in the opposite direction on the lonely road.

“We’re not too far from my hometown. We just need to get through this forest,” said Rodrigo.

“It’s kind of spooky,” Marco mentioned, looking out at menacing shapes in the trees.

“Funny you should say that. There’s an old legend about these woods. Probably an urban legend, but it’s been around since the time of my grandfather and his grandfather. There was a beautiful woman. She was in love with a rich young nobleman. She herself was a poor peasant woman, but unrivaled in beauty. The nobleman was in love with her, but a jealous ex-girlfriend got a witch to cast a spell on her, turning her into an old hag who drinks the blood and feasts on the flesh of unsuspecting men who get trapped in the forest.”

Marco laughed. “That’s a good story. I’ll keep my eyes out for an old hag.”

The two drove in silence for a while.

“Hey, did you see that?” Rodrigo said.

Marco had fallen asleep. “Huh?”

“I saw a light in the forest up ahead.”

“Where? I don’t see anything,” Marco said.

“I guess it’s gone.”

“Your eyes are playing tricks on you.”

They drove another mile.

“There it is. Do you see it?”

“I see it. That green light, right?”

As they got closer, the light dimmed and disappeared.

“That’s pretty weird.”

All of sudden the car stalled. Rodrigo fought to control it and it coasted to a stop on the side of the road. He turned the ignition. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing.

“Careful, don’t flood the engine,” Marco instructed.

They waited a few minutes and Rodrigo tried again. Nothing.

“Damn water pump,” he yelled and punched the steering wheel.

Marco got out of the car. It was chillier than he expected. He tried his cell phone. Nothing.

“Hey, try your cell phone,” he told Rodrigo.

Rodrigo tried. “Nothing.”

They waited by the car another 10 minutes. No cars passed by.

“Is it getting colder?” Rodrigo asked.

“Yes. We need to get back in the car…”

“Hey, there’s that green light again,” Rodrigo interrupted. “Maybe we should follow that?”

Marco was unsure, but followed his friend into the brush. They walked a few minutes and realized they were on a path.

“That’s strange. I didn’t notice a path from the road.”

They continued walking and the green light got stronger. Finally they reached the source. It was a great green lantern hanging from a pole in the middle of a courtyard. Beyond the courtyard was a mansion. It was old and looked abandoned, but still in good shape.

They approached cautiously. The door was massive, made of long oak planks, bound by cast iron. There was a rope hanging by the door. They guessed it was attached to a bell.

“Ring it,” said Rodrigo.

“You do it, chicken,” replied Marco.

Rodrigo pulled on the rope and they heard the deep toll of a bell reverberate in the house. A minute passed. Nothing.

“Ring it again.”

Marco pulled on it this time, but no bell sounded. Instead, the door opened slowly, creaking as it crossed the threshold and scraped on the stone floor. It was dark inside except from the light of the green lantern.

They entered and looked around. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light they noticed objects of art that ranged from the sublime to the macabre.

“Who lives in a place like this?” Rodrigo asked.

Marco was silent. He had caught sight of a shadow in an adjoining room. There was a light in there and something in there was casting an interesting shadow. Marco tugged on Rodrigo’s sleeve and pointed. They both watched as the shadow grew as if it were approaching. It was morphing into a hideous shape, something like the gargoyles they had studied in architecture class at university.

The silence was broken by a woman’s voice.

“Who are you?” it asked.

They half expected the voice to belong to an old hag, but there was something sultry and sensual about the voice.

The shadow morphed again into the voluptuous hourglass figure of a woman. The shadow’s maker stayed in the dark.

The woman’s voice asked: “Who are you and why are you here?”

“My name is Marco. This is my friend Rodrigo. Our car broke down not too far from here and we seek shelter from the cold. Who are you?”

There was no response until the awkward silence was broken by the woman’s voice. This time, she stepped out of the darkness into the light. She was the most beautiful woman either man had laid eyes on. She was wearing a tight fitting wine colored blouse that accentuated her dark cleavage from her impressive bosom, and a long black skirt.

“I am Maritza, mistress of this mansion. Welcome, Marco and Rodrigo. You may stay in my humble household.”

Hearing their names aroused a deep lust within the men and they felt like hungry animals in the dead of winter.

“Come,” she said, “you must be hungry and thirsty from your long journey.”

As if hypnotized, they followed her, watching and admiring her perfect onion shaped ass move under the dark skirt. They entered a dining room set for three and sat down.

“Close your eyes, my friends,” she said. “Think of what food you desire to feed your hunger.”

A few seconds passed and the men opened their eyes to find a feast lain out on the table.

“How is this possible?” Marco asked.

Maritza smiled.

“I fulfill what the heart desires,” she said seductively.

The men noticed that one more button had come undone on her blouse, revealing more of her large breasts.

“Now for drink,” she said, grabbing a horn shaped vessel. She poured two glasses of red wine.

“Will you not share wine with us, Miss Maritza?” Marco asked in reverence to his gracious hostess.

“I have a different, how shall I say it, yes, taste,” she said with a sexy smile.

The image of their beautiful hostess was conjured in each man’s mind. She was jerking two cocks inches away from her gorgeous face. She was clearly getting off at the prospect of imminent climax. Both cocks exploded a steady stream of sticky cum on her face which she licked off her ruby red lips with her sensuous tongue.

The image vanished and each man stared at their smiling hostess, unaware that she had projected that erotic image in their minds.

“Do you like the wine?” she asked.

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever drank,” said Marco.

“Wine is amazing, isn’t it?” Maritza said. “You ingest it and it mixes with your blood to the point of intoxication, liberating pent up desires and needs. The more you drink, the more you want, the desire builds like an unquenchable fire that can only be satisfied in bacchanalia.”

She poured more wine in the goblets.

“You’ve eaten your fill?” she asked.

Both men nodded.

“And you find the wine pleasing?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“Is it too warm in here?” she asked.

The men were unaware of the blazing fire in the fireplace at the back of the room.

“You don’t mind if I remove my blouse,” she said nonchalantly. “You don’t have to respond. I can read your minds and fulfill all your fantasies. Tonight you will fulfill mine by taking me at the same time.”

She removed the blouse and revealed her majestic melon shaped breasts. They were perfect in their hugeness, her nipples delectable.

Maritza stood and started walking down a hallway. The men followed mindlessly until they entered a dark bedroom. Both men stripped as they watched Maritza climb on to the bed. She was breathtaking in her near nakedness.

She summoned Marco first. He approached and she grabbed his cock and started to give it a gentle tug. She spit on her hands and lubed his shaft, stroking it until it was as hard as a rock. Rodrigo followed suit and soon she was stroking each man and sucking their cock and balls, back and forth, back and forth. The urge to cum was strong, but the men resisted. They heard her voice in their heads: “Hold your cum, may love, I will tell you when I want it!”

She stopped blowing them and gestured for Rodrigo to join her on the bed. She laid back and she straddled him. Marco watched as his friend fucked the beautiful Maritza. He admired her body as she rocked back and forth, her huge breasts flopping about, her mouth agape as moans and sighs escaped. He could hardly wait for his turn.

Rodrigo pulled out and lay back on the bed. Maritza crawled on top and started to ride him with wild abandon. Marco watched as her ass clenched as Rodrigo’s cock was pressed to the hilt in her hairy pussy. Rodrigo started fondling her strong ass and spreading her full ass cheeks. Her sweet anus tantalized Marco.

“Penetrate it,” Marco heard her voice say in his mind. “Take me in the ass while your friend pounds my pussy.”

Maritza started to slow down and allowed for Marco to stick the spit covered, purple engorged tip of his cock in her tight asshole. She groaned as he slowly shoved inch after inch of his thick cock into her. Soon both of her holes were filled with cock and she writhed passionately between the two men as they fucked her fiercely. She was clearly approaching an intense orgasm from the physical double penetration.

“Now, my darlings, now, cum inside me!” her voice commanded in their heads. Both men bellowed loudly as they deposited every last ounce of gooey cum into their beautiful vessel.

Marco pulled out and admired her creamed asshole and cunt. She was dripping from the massive amount of jism produced by the men. He closed his eyes to savor the moment, only to open them when he heard Rodrigo scream. The climax had turned Maritza into a fanged killer. She had tore into Rodrigo’s neck and was slurping up the blood.

Marco started to run toward the door but it slammed shut. He turned in panic and Maritza was upon him, her bared fangs the last sight before death.