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Willow

By: Teased and Denied



My Mistress has my hands tied together over my head with a silky scarf. My eyes are blindfolded with another scarf, and I am breathing hard. She has been teasing me for half an hour and I am getting desperate.

I can feel her lying next to me, running her long finger nails up and down my body, scratching lightly. Her hands rub my chest, scratch my belly, and work slowly down my thighs. Her nails lightly scratch one inner thigh, then the other. There is a tickle against my balls as I feel her lightly touch them, gently. I tense up.

"Shhh... relax, pet. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not that much."

Her fingers encircle my scrotum and rub gently. My cock is throbbing as she grasps it gently and gives it a few quick strokes. There is a pause as she holds it still, just feeling me throb, and then another four or five quick strokes. Then the friction is slower and lighter, feeling my cock up and down but barely giving me any relief. Slowly, you stroke me; my hips push up into your gently gripping fist, trying to get some friction-- you let me thrust into your hand a few times and then let go.

"Oh...!" I moan, frustrated. I hear your giggle as you pick up a featherduster and tickle my raging erection with it. I try to close my legs to get away from it, but you reach down and grab my balls, squeezing slightly.

"Open," you warn. I shake my head, causing you to tighten your grip sharply. I yelp and open my legs, allowing you to tickle me with your duster. Finally, you put it down and pick up a rubber band, stringing it between your thumb and forefinger. I am expecting the feather duster again, but I am greeted by a sharp sting to my inner thigh.

I yelp again, surprised, and you sting my chest, and stomach. I roll a bit to get away, and you complete the action, rolling me onto my stomach. My hardon is pressed into the sheets and I feel your hand press down on the small of my back.

The hairbrush *smack!* lands on my *smack!* exposed bottom. *smack!* She rapidly *smack!* spanks me *smack!* with the *smack!* wooden face, *smack!* giggling as I *smack!* try to crawl away. *smack!*

I whimper slightly as my ass reddens. I can feel the heat she is generating through my spanking. I bite down on my lip and try to concentrate on something else.

I feel her grab my torso and roll me back over. The blindfold is pulled off my eyes and I blink at her beautiful body in the dim light. She straddles my chest and smiles at me. Her beautiful pussy slides up my chest and is positioned over my mouth. I open my mouth and she slams her pussy down on my face, grinding it into my hard tongue. She rides me, grinding up and down on my face. I do my best to put my tongue in all the right places, sliding it into her and fucking her with it.

She cums fast, dripping her beautiful juice onto my face. I flick her clit with my tongue, causing her to moan beautifully. The moans peak into high pitched whines as I satisfy her steaming sex.

Finally, she dismounts my face, kissing me briefly on the cheek, then pecking her way down my body. Her hands grip my balls and give them a small squeeze; not enough to hurt too much but enough to know that she's there. She nibbles on my cock, biting it lightly, licking it, and finally, as I am squirming, sucking on it.

She sucks it into her mouth and bounces her head up and down on it, running her hot little tongue up and down it. My cock throbs and very soon, I am about to cum.

"Please Mistress, please let me..."

She stops, giggling cutely at how I thrash and whine. "Oh Mistress, I was SO close... please let me cum?"

"I'm in a good mood tonight, slave," she says, holding my cock like a microphone. "So I will." Her hand rapidly strokes my cock as my moans become higher pitched.

Finally, my hot cum erupts into her eager mouth. I groan, satisfied.

"Ahhh, that was wonderful," I pant.

She smiles smugly, running her fingers through my hair. "What, no Thank You? It's going to be much worse next time..." 

Willow



Prologue

"Willow!" I gasped.

For a moment I went through that sense of unreality you get when you suddenly come upon someone unexpectedly, someone you never expect to see again.

"Ross," she breathed softly, her face draining of blood. 

Unable for the moment to speak, we stood staring at each other. It had been four years since I had last seen her and for months after she had gone I had hunted for her without success. 

Finally I asked, "How is Ann?"

"She's...she's fine, she goes to school now."

"Yes, yes she would," I replied lamely. I wondered if like me she was remembering how things had been between us, but just then customers walked in and she had to attend to them.

Chapter 1: I am Bitten 

I swung along the street in high spirits. I had attended high school for the last time and the world was before me. "Onward...onward," sang in my head. I would be taking the electronics course in the coming year, but before then were six glorious weeks of vacation.

I almost stopped in mid-stride. Standing in the front garden of a newly occupied house was...was what? A girl...a woman?

It was hard to tell. I estimated her to be about five feet one or two in height. Her back was towards me as she looked up at a huge gum tree. Two long dark plaits hung down her back to below shoulder level. She was wearing only tight shorts and a T-shirt, and I could see a slim waist with softly rounded hips, high tight buttocks and slender but shapely legs.

Attracted by the fragile beauty of her figure I was for the moment fascinated. Then deciding that I was looking at a girl of about twelve years of age on the way to mature womanhood, I lost interest, deciding that she must be the daughter of the house. 

The people, whoever they were, had only moved in a few days before and no one had so far made their acquaintance. My mother had said she intended to drop in and say hello, but thought it better to wait until they had settled in before making a call. 

I was about to go on to our house a few door up the street, when I saw the little dog at the girl's feet. Being fond of dogs I gave a low whistle and made a beckoning motion to the dog. It came towards me wagging its tail and I bent to pat it.

"No don't," a voice cried, but too late. A needle sharp bite was administered to my hand. I stood their ruefully sucking my wound as the owner of the voice, and I presumed the dog, came to me saying, "I'm so sorry." 

I was about to say something abusive like, "Why don't you keep your bloody dog under control," but was stopped by the knowledge that I had been partly responsible by calling the dog and trying to pat it. In addition I was startled by the woman that now stood close to me.

I had been wrong about the twelve years old girl. She was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. She had small but firm breasts their nipples clearly outlined against the cloth of her T-shirt, and set in an elfin face two of the greenest eyes I had ever seen. She was looking at me with an expression of concern. 

"Let me look at you're hand," she said.

Still sucking my wound but trying to maintain a macho image I mumbled, "Its okay."

"No," she said, "you must let me look at it." 

She took my hand and inspected it. "Yes, the skin is broken, come inside and I'll clean it for you."

She led me into the house and sat me at the kitchen table and set about getting warm water and antiseptic. When she bathed my hand I noticed how her hands matched the rest of her, small and very delicate.

"You should see a doctor," she said, "it might be infected, I'll pay of course. I don't know why Penny does that, I mean, she's normally so gentle; it's only when strangers want to touch her she behaves like that. By the way, I'm Willow Heilbronn, but please, call me Willow"

"Ross Clements," I responded, "I live just up the street. Willow is an unusual name."

She laughed softly and said, "My father, he loved willow trees."

"If you don't mind my saying so, it's rather a lovely name."

A slight flush diffused her cheeks, but she said nothing. I wanted to say, "It suits you," but felt that might be overstepping the mark.

Changing the subject she said, "I've only just moved in and you're the first person I've spoken to in the street."

There now followed one of those "Getting to know you type conversations; "How long have you lived here?"..."Oh, most of my life; how are you settling in?"... "Do you think you'll like it?"..."My mother said she'll call on you soon"..."That will be lovely." And so it went.

After this initial round of sketchy searching each other out Willow asked, "Do you happen to know anything about television sets?"

"A bit," I replied modestly, "why?"

"Mine won't work properly, the picture is all fuzzy."

"Shouldn't be we're quite close to the towers; would you like me to take a look?"

"Would you; that is kind of you, it's in here."

The problem proved to be a simple one, the aerial hadn't been connected properly. The connection made and the picture clear you might have thought I'd performed a miracle she was so grateful. 

"I don't know about things like that," she said, and at that moment the voice of a child was heard calling.

"That's Ann waking up," she said, "she's been having her afternoon sleep; I'll have to attend to her, excuse me."

"Aha," I thought, "so there's a husband around...or at least a man." I felt a bit disappointed although it was ridiculous to do so since I'd only just met Willow and she was at least seven or eight years older than me. My usual interest was in buxom girls, but the slim and delicate looking Willow had touched something inside me.

While she was gone I looked around the room; everything gave the impression of being rather expensive and in good taste. I decided that women like Willow don't come cheap and so whatever distant hopes I might have had of developing my relationship with her had better be buried immediately.

She returned with a girl that I took to be about two years of age. The effects of sleep were still with the child and she looked at me through unfocused eyes and clung closer to her mother.

"This is Ann," Willow said by way of introduction, "and Ann, this is Mr. Clements and he's been fixing the television set for us."

I said, "Hello Ann," and Ann muttered something that sounded like "Lo," and snuggled closer to Willow.

As I looked at the two of them a strange thought came to me. As I said, my usual taste in females was the buxom large breasted variety; the sort of women that at one time people said, "She'll be a good breeder." For an instant I wondered how this little woman had looked when she had been pregnant.

"She's usually much livelier," said Willow, looking fondly at the child. 

I decided it was time to go, so I rose and said formally, "It's been nice meeting you Willow."

She extended her hand for me to shake; it was small and warm in mine. I felt something of a great oaf towering over the little woman, and for some reason I could not define I didn't like it.

She looked up at me smiling, and her smile was reflected in her eyes. "I'm very sorry about Penny and you've been so helpful."

I muttered something about it being nothing really and began to leave with the apparently reconciled Penny trotting beside me. As I made my way up the path to the street Willow called after me, "I do hope I'll see you again soon." Was she being polite or did she mean it?

When I got home and told mother I'd met Willow and had been inside the house, I was bombarded with questions, most of which I could not answer. 

Chapter 2I am Infected

The dog bite healed quickly and no infection set in as a result of the canine assault. It was another infection that set in, and it was called "Willow." Over the next few days I was busy catching up with things that had been neglected during the school year, and this led to a fair bit of my coming and going along the street. At first I hoped I would see her again, but failing to do so I got to thinking.

My mother called on Willow and came back with a glowing account of her visit. "What a lovely woman and such a dear little girl."... "The place is so tastefully furnished; she must be very well off."... "And Ross, she's so grateful to you for fixing her television set, and she asked if your hand is all right." She went on like that for some time and in particular she extolled Willow's attractiveness. One aspect of Willow that gnawed away at mother was the fact that she mentioned no husband. This led to considerable speculation on mother's part. 

I was doing some speculating of my own and had come to no conclusion about Willow's marital status. If she was married where was Mr. Heilbronn? I had not seen him, and neither, according to my mother, had any of the other inquisitive neighbours. I recalled that I had seen no wedding ring on Willow's hand so...?

My thoughts ran often on Willow. I had found her attractive – very attractive – even though she was not the usual type of female that appealed to me. The attraction I decided was dangerous and this perhaps needs some explanation.

Some people might feel my attitude is wrong and weak, but I try not to hanker after things that seem to me unattainable. The boys at school often gloated over erotic magazines and would get themselves worked up over the models in the pictures. My idea was that it was okay to get yourself horny over a real girl, especially if you knew there would be a satisfactory outcome; but to get yourself worked up over some pictures of nude women and copulating couples seemed to me to be both frustrating and futile. 

I could see that despite the seven or eight years age difference between Willow and me, and even given the child Ann, I could get very excited over that lady. As I have said she was not the usual type that appealed to me, and that was a source of puzzlement. To make matters worse I was having thoughts and feelings that I could not define that had nothing to do with sex; an experience I had not had with other girls.

I saw Willow as beyond my reach if for no other reason than the presence of some man in her life; if there was no man how come Ann, I reasoned. But setting that aside I could see no reason why a woman as lovely as Willow would find me appealing.

Despite those thoughts I still found my mind dwelling on Willow, and callous though it may seem, when I copulated with my current girl friend, Betty, I started to fantasise about being with Willow. So, I was Willow infected.

Having come to the conclusion I was infected I took steps to disinfect myself. The treatment I used was evasion. I would see as little as possible of Willow since in my experience, limited because of my youth I grant you, to avoid things that disturbed me usually led to their ceasing to disturb me.

I went to what I now see as extreme measures to avoid Willow, even to the extent of leaving and entering the street at the end that would not lead me to pass her house. The avoidance did not work very well and I continued to have Willow in my thoughts. In any case my effort to de-Willow my head, and incidentally my sex organs, was nullified by an incident that took me back once more into Willow's house.

I was innocently de-constructing a computer one evening when the door bell rang. My mother went to answer it and I heard the murmur of voices. The next moment mother entered the room with Willow.

"Ross dear, half the power has gone out in Willow's house and she wonders if you could help?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you," Willow added, "but I really don't know what to do."

"Sounds like a fuse," I replied, "I'll come and take a look."

I gathered a few tools and as I left my father grimaced at me; I knew what that meant; it was his computer and he needed to use it the next day, so I interpreted the grimace as, "Don't be gone all night I need the bloody thing fixed."

I went with Willow and sure enough, the lights were still working but the power outlets were dead. "Where's the fuse box," I asked.

"I don't know," she replied, so with the aid of a torch I went in search of it. It was one of the older type fuse boxes with porcelain and wire fuses located at the side of the house. The offending fuse was easily located and repaired, but as soon as I switched on again the thing blew. 

Of course, I should have tried to find out why it had blown in the first place so I went in search of the source. Willow had been ironing and the problem was obvious. "My God, I said, "you could have been electrocuted the state that extension lead is in." The lead was badly frayed and at one point it had finally caused a short circuit. I turned off the offending iron and once more repaired the fuse, this time with success.

"Could I really have been electrocuted?" Willow asked.

"Yes, that lead has got to be replaced."

She sighed and said, "It's so difficult being on your own; I've never had to bother about things like that before."

"Ah," I thought, "there is no Mr. Heilbronn around." 

Despite my resolve to stay away from Willow I heard myself saying, "I'll fix it for you but it will have to wait until tomorrow because I'll have to buy the flex."

"Could you...would you...? I really would be grateful."

"I'll take the iron home with me and bring it back when I've fixed it."

She laid a hand on my arm and said, "You really are most kind." I wondered if she was a manipulating female who knew how to get what she wanted out of a man, but being a bit self deprecating I replied, "Oh, it's nothing."

I wanted to do it for her but more than that, in a strange way I knew I needed to do it for her. It made me wonder what the hell was going on inside me.

With her words of gratitude still ringing in my ears I went home walking on air to set about the reconstruction of the paternal computer.

Chapter 3The Infection Spreads

I sat late into the night to get the damned computer going again, and next day bought the new lead for the iron and did the repair. When I went to take the iron back I was sure Willow would not be at home on the grounds that I wanted her to be at home. When she opened the door to me I felt a slight lurch in the pit of my stomach.

I plugged in the iron and demonstrated that it worked. I was then paid for the flex with an offer to "Give you something for your trouble." 

I refused the offer of payment, putting on a slightly offended look, and said, "Perhaps I'd better take a look at your other appliances to see if they're all right."

Again I was told how kind I was and how she would appreciate my taking a look, but did I know anything about toilets.

I pointed out that plumbing was not exactly my forte, but what was the problem?

"The water keeps running down the bowl...it was all right but all of a sudden it wouldn't stop flushing."

I said I'd take a look and it turned out to be the same model cistern as ours at home and we'd had the same problem. I had it quickly fixed and thus added to my miracle worker status. I took a look at the other electrical appliances and found no problems and reluctantly made to leave.

Willow announced that she had just made tea and asked if I'd like a cup. My resolve to stay away from Willow had by now fled; I wanted to bask in the aura of her presence. She was good to look at, but there was more to it than her immediate physical attraction. When she moved it was with grace and ease, and her voice had a musical quality to it. I wondered if she was an actor or a singer.

I had to admit to myself that the Willow infection was spreading very rapidly. I found her a very exciting woman to be with but for no obvious reason; what I mean is, she didn't give me the old "come on." 

As we drank our tea she talked about the gum tree outside her house; the one I'd seen her looking at that the first time I met her. It was hardly a sexy subject, but just to be with her, to listen to the music of her voice, was enough to get me aroused.

"I believe that those old gum trees can be very dangerous," she was saying.

"Yes, the house over the road had one in the front garden; they thought it was about two hundred years old. One night it dropped one of its massive branches on the roof and they were lucky no one got killed or injured. They had it cut down after that."

"Do you think I should have mine cut down?"

"It's a pity to see them go; what about having the branches that are hanging over the house cut back."

I had the odd feeling we were talking just like a married couple would about domestic affairs, and for that matter I was being the traditional man of the house, fixing things. I'd always thought that sort of thing boring, but now I was feeling thrilled to be drawn into Willow's environment in this way. 

There were no explicitly sexual overtones in the matters she discussed with me, unlike many male-female relationships in the process of developing, and I kept such insinuations out of my replies. I had the feeling that if such hints did enter into our relationship something would be spoiled, but I wasn't sure what.

Having done what I came to do plus a few other things I finished my tea and reluctantly departed, hoping some other emergency would soon arise in the Willow household. 

Chapter 4I Am Totally Contaminated

My next meeting with Willow did not come about through an emergency. Not far from our street there were tennis courts and I had made an arrangement with Betty my current girl friend to play a game of tennis with her one morning. Included in the arrangement was a visit to her house after tennis to engage in another sort of game, her parents both being out at work.

We were sitting down relaxing after our first set when I saw Willow arriving with Ann seated in a child's pusher. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing a white tennis dress, its short skirt hardly concealing her also white panties. Her delicate figure was beautifully moulded by the dress and this time my reaction was without doubt sexual. 

She came over to me smiling and I introduced her to Betty who did not seem to appreciate this intrusion and was inclined to be a trifle short with Willow. Willow, if she was aware of Betty's disapproval, gave no sign of it and chatted on for a while.

"This is my first time here she said, and my partner doesn't seem to have arrived."

That sent a spear of jealousy through my guts as I visualised some handsome male turning up to partner her. Relief came when I saw one of the women who lived farther up our street arrive to partner Willow. 

Just as they were about to go on the court Willow said to me, "Perhaps we could have a game some time."

"I'll look forward to that I replied," with no doubt ill-concealed ardent sincerity. I got a nasty look from Betty. 

Betty and I played two more sets, both of which I lost wretchedly. I was unable to concentrate on my play and kept looking over at Willow as she flitted about the court.

As we walked back to Betty's house she said, endeavouring to mimic Willow and me, "Perhaps we could have a game some time," "I'll look forward to that." 

"My God, your eyes nearly popped out of your head gawking at her. And that's the famous Willow is it? I've heard about your little adventures with her. I suppose you'll be trying to get your hand up her skirt soon...if you haven't already."

That made me angry and I snapped back, "I haven't had any 'adventures', as you put it, with Willow. All I've done is help her out with a few jobs, and she's not the sort of woman whose skirt you put your hand up."

"And I suppose I am that sort of woman," Betty said with some venom. 

"You said it, not me," I responded.

"So she's a nice little virtuous maiden and you rode to her rescue, the heroic knight in shining armour. Well if she's so virtuous how come she has that kid and no man in sight?"




Willow



"You seem to have gathered quite a bit of information about her," I said, trying to control my temper.

"I didn't have to go to much trouble to get information about her, everybody in the street is speculating about her."

"That's about it," I replied, "Speculation, and knowing some of the people you mix with I've no doubt they've put the worst possible spin on the little they do know about Willow."

"My God you've got some gall talking about my friends like that while you sniff around her as if she's a bitch on heat and..."

"That'll do," I retorted, "Willow is..."

"Then you better go to your Willow and fuck her because you're not fucking me anymore."

With that she stormed off leaving me confused and unfortunately horny. I made my way home and had to go to my bedroom to give myself some hand relief. Afterwards I felt guilty. 

It was true that Betty was the sort of girl up whose skirt men put their hands; several guys had enjoyed the experience before I ever got to her, but I had to admit that all I'd been doing was using her, but then, I'd used other girls before Betty.

It was also true that at times I had started by being infatuated with them, thinking myself to be in love, but it never lasted. Betty was the sort of buxom girl I liked and she had always seemed ready for a sexual frolic. Now, if Betty stuck to her words about me not fucking her again I was without a sexual partner and would have to go on the hunt again.

Contemplating my situation, and not at that moment thinking too highly of myself, I began to ask myself, "What would Willow think if she knew how I used girls?"

I admonished myself sharply, but this only led to a back and forth argument raging in my head like two demonic beings:

"What does it matter what Willow thinks?"

"You want her to think well of you, don't you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean she can control how I behave?"

"Doesn't it; then answer this, suppose you learned that she was using men the way you use girls, how would you feel?"

"She wouldn't behave like that."

"Oh, so you admit your behaviour is bad."

"Yes...no...no...everybody does it."

"Do they; so Willow does it as well?"

"No, I said she's not that sort of woman."

"How do you know, you don't know much about her and she might be having a different man visiting her every night."

"She wouldn't...and anyway, why should I care?"

"That's a good question, so explain why you felt jealous at the mere thought that her tennis partner might have been a man."

"I didn't feel..."

"Yes you did so don't make a hypocrite of yourself as well as a philanderer."

"I'm not a..."

"Yes you are and you know it, but now you've been slammed up against a reality you've not experienced before. She's not a bit like the women you usually go for yet you find her attractive; she's always cropping up in your thoughts and..."

"She's older than I am and she's got a child so why...?"

"So why are you attracted? Well Ross, apart from her being one of the loveliest women you've ever seen - and don't forget you said yourself that she's not the type to let men put their hands up her skirt – she's not the sort of woman you're used to mixing with."

"No she's not."

"That's better Ross, now we're getting somewhere. Admit it, you'd like to fall in love with her...no, that's wrong, if you once let down the barrier you've set up inside you, it wouldn't be the old familiar five minute infatuation you usually engage in, would it?"

"No...I don't know...I er..."

"Come on Ross, this is the moment of truth. You've used that silly analogy of being infected by Willow, so let's admit it, you are now totally contaminated by her. Once you let yourself go you will love her, and even if that love is not returned she'll always be the bench mark against which you'll measure other women. You've done plenty of philandering and now at last you're up against something different and it's got you floundering, just like you floundered on the tennis court because you couldn't keep your eyes off Willow."

The debate seemed to end and I knew that it's outcome had the ring of truth. I did want to love Willow but felt it would be an unrequited love. I might have started another argument with myself, but at that moment mother yelled for me to come and eat, so the subject was held on abeyance.

Chapter 5I Am Cautioned

It did not stay in abeyance for long. Willow came to occupy my thoughts and dreams constantly. I no longer avoided her house, but made a point of passing it as often as I could in the hope of seeing her. I wondered how I could approach her about playing a game of tennis with me, but felt that the suggestion had to come from her. 

A few times I did see her and we talked, but the conversation was friendly rather than seductive. However, my relationship with Penny had advanced, and I could pat and stroke her without being attacked and indeed, she frequently invited me to fondle her by rolling over on her back with tail wagging. 

With Ann also I had progressed at least to the point where she no longer hid behind her mother in my presence. I had never been much interested in children but somehow, because she was Willow's child, and in addition showed promise of being yet another elfish creature, I found myself trying to engage her in some form of minimal conversation, but with little success. I think I lacked the right vocabulary, so I decided to let Ann make the advances if and when she was ready. 

It did occur to me that what I was doing with Ann was precisely what I was doing with Willow, waiting for her to make the approaches. I suppose it was cowardly of me and it was certainly contrary to my usual dealing with girls, but as I had freely admitted to myself, Willow was different. As one of my demons had said, she had become for me the bench mark against which I was doomed to measure all other women.

Unable to say the things to Willow I wanted to say, I became the very epitome of the love-lorn male. I wasn't eating or sleeping properly; Willow was always in my thoughts, and the mere sight of her was like an oasis to a man dying of thirst in the desert. I had heard people say of someone, "He's got it bad;" I had got it very bad.

There was no mention of tennis but one glorious day Willow made a suggestion that I at first could not believe. It was when I was passing her house and she came running out to me.

"Ross, I wonder if you'd come with me to an art exhibition?" 

I must have stood like an open mouthed idiot for several moments before managing to reply.

"B-b-but Willow, I don't know anything about art?"

She laughed and said, "Well, perhaps you can learn something about it, but what I'm asking is if you'll come with me."

Here was the break I had been waiting for and I almost blew it; "But why me, Willow?" 

She looked a trifle disappointed at my response. "I thought as we are friends – and after all you were the first person in the street I spoke to – and you've been very kind and helpful, that you might like to come with me."

I'd had a few moments to recover my wits and said, "Of course I'd like to come with you, I was just a bit surprised that you asked me; when is it?"

"It's on Friday evening; it's not the opening of the exhibition, that's tonight, but what I want to do is see if there are any pictures I might want to buy."

As far as I knew when someone wanted to buy a picture they went to one of the shops around town and bought one. My only knowledge of art I had imbibed from my mother, who always said, "I like a picture of a tree to look like a tree," and long before I was born she had chosen the pictures that adorned our walls. 

Willow's invitation to join her in a viewing of pictures made me conscious of the fact that although the pictures my mother had chosen were still hanging on our walls, I hadn't seen them for years. I don't mean literally not seen them, but they just didn't register with me any more.

Having agreed to accompany Willow to the exhibition an unexpected thought occurred to me. "Er, if we are going on Friday night, will Ann be coming with us?"

Willow seemed to be as surprised at my concern as I was, but she said cautiously, "Well, that's a difficulty. I'm rather strict about her bedtime but if I have to take her I will, but I did wonder, if I offered to pay her, whether your mother would come and baby sit?"

I suppose I tend to always put the worst connotations on things, and I thought, "So that's why she's asked me to go with her; she wants me to persuade mother to baby sit." My base thought was almost immediately squashed when Willow said, "I'll come and see her now, wait for me while I get Ann."

I rebuked myself severely; "Shame on you, Clements, for such a thought."

Mother, who is the clucky sort, said she'd be only too happy to baby sit Ann and refused the offer of money, but after Willow had left she had a few words with me.

"Why has she asked you to go with her, Ross?"

"I don't really know, she just said she'd like me to go with her out of friendship."

Mother took on a very serious parental look. "Ross you're not getting entangled with her are you? I mean, there's nothing going on between you, is there?"

"What makes you think that, mother?"

"Well, you do see quite a bit of her and she's very grateful for your help, so I just wondered if..."

"She's just being friendly, mother, and I don't see her all that much."

"Perhaps she is just being friendly, but what about you, Ross? She's very attractive and...and well, you don't seem to be seeing anything of Betty now."

"We've broken up."

"Oh, why's that?"

I wasn't going to add to mother's suspicions by telling her that Willow had been the cause of my break with Betty, so I mumbled something about Betty and me not being suited.

Mother seemed to be satisfied with my explanation but went on, "Just be careful Ross; Willow is very pretty but she's older than you and has a child, and what do we really know about her?"

"Not very much," I had to admit, but added, "She does seem to be a very nice person."

"Yes she does, and all I'm saying is, don't start getting ideas about her. My guess is she's come from a pretty well-off background, we don't know if there's still a husband around somewhere – if there ever was one – and you're only at the start of your career and your father and I don't want to see you getting ideas about someone like Willow; stick to girls like Betty."

I decided that I'd better not tell mother that I already had "ideas" about Willow, even though I believed them to be unpromising ideas. I had been slightly amused at mother's suggestion that I "stick to girls like Betty." She had never liked Betty and had been quite upset when I first started to date her. Being something of a realist where things like that were concerned she had said, "I don't know why you want to associate with her, everyone knows she's the local slut and you'll end up catching something nasty from her."

To be fair, I could have pointed out that Betty might just as easily have caught something nasty from me given that I had been somewhat promiscuous. Fortunately we didn't give each other something nasty, but looking back now I can see that this was more luck than the result of good judgement.

Mother's mini-lecture came to an end with me once more trying to assure her that Willow and I were just "good friends." That was true up to a point, but I failed to add that I'd like us to be something more than that.

Chapter 6A Clod's Progress

Why was it that everything Willow wore seemed to be so tasteful and just right and at the same time provocative? And why was I noticing what she wore since I had hardly taken any notice of what the other girls I had associated with wore; my only concern had been to get their clothes off. 

For me Willow seemed to exist in a halo of light. She was the perfect woman, the centre of the universe, everything I could ever want, and yet far beyond my reach. To be with her was delightful agony; to be apart from her was misery. It was not as if Willow said or did anything provocative, she just was provocative by virtue of her existence.

When I called for her on the Friday night she came to the door clad in a soft flowing mid-calf dress in a mixture of soft brown and delicate green. It was not tight fitting, but as she moved the dress seemed to cling to her figure, first emphasising one aspect, then another. My own white denim suit seemed brash and unfit to be seen alongside such graceful loveliness.

She boosted my ego by saying, "My goodness, you look very handsome Ross."

I took and chance and replied, "And you look absolutely lovely."

She did not respond to my remark and so having both declared our mutual admiration we set off for the exhibition. I had avoided taking my own somewhat battered Datsun by being invited to travel in Willow's car. It was not one of the outrageously expensive vehicles, but a top of the range Toyota. 

As we drove to the gallery Willow explained that there were three artists exhibiting, two locals and one from what she called, "The Mine City School." I had never heard of The Mine City School, and nearly made an idiot of myself by asking was it a primary or high school. 

I was saved from this embarrassment because Willow went on to talk about "The Riverside School," and "The Harvester School." From this I gathered that "School" indicated a certain style of painting produced by artists who tended to live and work in particular locations.

When we entered the gallery there were a few people drifting around and looking at the paintings. Perhaps more accurately they were posing in front of paintings almost as if it was the paintings that were looking at them. 

Nearly everybody seemed to be carrying a glass of wine that was handed out free as a sort of standard piece of equipment. I made some comment about this and Willow chuckled softly and said, "Its cheap cask wine; they only hand out the champagne on the opening night of the exhibition. I think they believe it helps loosen up the viewer's purse strings."

We decided to forgo the purse string loosener and set about looking at paintings. Inexpert though I was I quickly saw the difference between the works of the three painters. 

The paintings occupied three separate rooms, each room being given over to the work of a single artist. The first room we entered had paintings with pink and white predominating, and were sugary and slightly bilious. To my surprise quite a few of the works had a little notice attached announcing "sold." Willow commented that "These sorts of paintings are all the rage at the moment." We spent little time looking at these.

The next room contained paintings of a very different kind. The colours were dark and threatening and seemed to be made up of small pyramids, arrows and disembodied hands, eyes, arms and legs. One painting in particular fascinated me in a repulsive sort of way, and consisted of a nose that had a corkscrew being screwed up its left nostril. There were not so many "sold" signs on this painter's works.

The third room contained the works of the Mine City painter. These I could understand and appreciate. They were all landscapes, and having visited Mine City I could recognise the arid country around the city, yet at the same time the painter seemed to make me see it in a way I had not seen it before.

What I had seen as a dry plain, its vegetation being mainly blue and salt bush, with distant equally dry hills, took on a beauty I had not experienced when looking at the original. 

For some time Willow stood before a painting that had the viewer standing on some high elevation, looking down at and across a wide red plain with its sparse bushes and even sparser stunted trees. In the distance were lines of old gum trees that followed the line of creek beds that probably only contained water once every few years. Beyond were dry fawn coloured hills rising to more distant blue/grey hills. The scene was both harsh and beautiful but the central point to which my eyes were drawn was an eagle soaring high above. The painting was called, "The Soul's Flight."

I found myself drawn into the scene as if I was part of it, and Willow said, "Yes, that's it, isn't it, our souls can fly above a world that can be both lovely and cruel at the same time."

She had said this with such great feeling I glanced down at her and there seemed to be the suspicion of tears in her green eyes. 

There was no sold sign on the painting but there was the price tag. As I have said, my ideas about paintings had come from my mother and with it the sort of money you paid for a painting. Actually I'd never had anything to do with originals, our pictures at home all being cheap reproductions. When I saw the money being asked for "The Soul's Flight" I thought they must have put one zero too many on the end. At that price you could buy a couple of dozen reproductions in one of the city's big stores. 

Willow appeared to recover from her reverie and said, "I'm going to buy it."

I almost disgraced myself again by protesting that it was a rip-off, but choked the words back just in time. We went to a desk where there was a man who looked as if he was addressing us from another and superior planet. Willow wrote out a cheque and a day and time for delivery was arranged. That ended our visit to the gallery.

During the drive home Willow asked me what I thought of her purchase, and I tried to explain how I'd been to that part of the country but that the Mine City artist's pictures had made me see it in a new way. 

"Yes," she said, "That's one of the things a good artist can do, help us see things in a new way, in ways that we couldn't see them without their work. It's the same with good writers and musicians; they let us see the world from a new perspective."

I spent the rest of the short drive trying to digest this.

On arrival Willow said, "Are you coming in for a drink? I'll show you where I'm thinking of hanging the picture."

I could hardly believe my luck; an evening out with Willow and now an invitation to have a drink, and no mention of fuses or toilets that had gone wrong. Mother was there on Ann guard duty; on our arrival she soon left, but when she learned I was staying for a while she gave me quizzical and disapproving glance as if to say, "Behave your self."

As with paintings, so with drinks; I wasn't well up on them. I'd shared a few beers and some spirits that to us high school kids had seemed exotic, but when asked what I'd like I got around it by saying, "I'll have what you're having." It turned out to be a brandy and dry, which combination I had not tasted before.

Willow put on a CD of some music, and it was certainly my evening for new experiences. My idea of music until then was rock bands turned up to full volume; this music was quiet and flowing and seemed to be played by a string band.

I was shown an expanse of wall on which Willow intended to hang the painting and was asked what I thought. I must say I was feeling somewhat crass. 

Everything about Willow was low-key; her beauty, her clothing, house and furniture; even her perfume was subtle, unlike my girl friends who seemed to soak themselves in perfume or deodorant. I felt like an elephant that had barged into a glassware shop.

Yet at the same time I had a feeling of wanting to protect and care for this little woman; to be there to fix the toilet and fuses; to dig the garden and..."Bloody hell, Clements, what's happening to you, this woman is transforming you."

I managed to reply to Willow's query as to what I thought about the location for the picture by ducking and saying, "I think it'll look great there," not knowing whether it would or wouldn't.

Confused though I was about myself and Willow my ears pricked up when Willow said, "Perhaps we could make a date to play tennis next week?"




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There I would be on safer grounds since I could play tennis. We made a time and that brought the evening to an end, almost. As I went to leave Willow stood near me and stretching up placed her hand on one of my cheeks and on the other I felt soft, warm lips pressed.

"Thank you for coming with me," she said.

Had this been any other female this would have been the moment when I grabbed her to me and try to bring the evening to a climax, literally. I felt no such urge with Willow; it would have been as if I'd defiled something - taken a gorgeous rose and torn it to pieces.

I staggered home, horny and disorientated, trying to work out what was happening to me. 

Chapter 7Tennis and Jealousy

The next week was the last of my vacation. My parents had arranged to spend the week with my grandmother – mother's mother – who was said to be "Ailing." Mother had filled the freezer with pre-cooked meals for me to unfreeze, and father lectured me about wild parties, broken ornaments and cigarette burns on furniture. Since I did not smoke myself and had no intention of holding wild parties, his talk was superfluous, but I accepted it in humble silence.

There were some details of my up coming course that needed tying up and there were books and a few pieces of equipment to be bought. The first couple of days were spent dealing with these matters. 

The next day, Wednesday, was my tennis date with Willow. I presented myself at her door to be greeted by a white tennis dress clad Willow. This had much the same effect on me as the first time I saw her like that, and it can be difficult to hide an erection when you're only wearing tennis shorts.

We set off with me wheeling Ann in the pusher and Willow carrying our tennis rackets. On arrival at the courts I was somewhat put-out on seeing that my late girl friend Betty was already playing a game with a male partner. She spotted me and her look was one of triumphant venom. It was as if to say, "See what I've got."

Willow and I played the first set, and she proved to be a very good player. It took all my efforts to win that set. 

As we rested after the set Betty came over bearing her male partner like a trophy and introduced him. I think his name was Arnold, and he was a tall good looking guy. Betty took the opportunity while Willow and Arnold were having a few words to whisper maliciously, "Saw you with the pusher; playing daddy now, are we?"

I didn't bother to answer, partly because I could see Arnold and Willow, their heads close together, laughing at some remark Arnold had made. Betty spotted this too, and she didn't bother to hide the look of fury on her face. 

My own response was that of agonising jealousy. Betty snapped, "Come on, let's play the next set," and practically dragged the guy away. He called back to Willow, "Perhaps we'll meet again." Willow made no reply, but I thought, "So in the end she's just like the other women."

Willow seemed to be unperturbed by Betty's obvious wrath and said, "Shall we play the next set?"

My own fit of pique made itself felt and I replied, "Perhaps you'd rather play with Arnold or whatever his name is."

Willow looked very distressed by my vehemence and said, "Ross, I came to play with you, why do you think I'd want to play with someone else?"

The gentleness of her reply caught me off guard but I blundered on; "You seemed to be getting on very well with him."

"What is the matter with you Ross? He was only telling me some silly joke; it wasn't even really funny but I thought I'd be polite and laugh."

She paused for a moment looking puzzled then said, "Ross, you're not jealous are you, there's no reason for you to be?"

"No, I suppose there isn't, after all, we don't owe each other anything."

The moment I'd said the words I regretted them. They were unnecessary and were intended to hurt.

Willow in her gentle way took the sting out of my unpleasant remark.

"Ross, it isn't a matter of us owing each other anything. I'm here with you, not anyone else, and I'm here with you because I want to be, just as I wanted you to be with me when we went to the exhibition; if I must spell it out, I just like being with you."

Her words made me feel like the oaf that I was and I said so; "I'm sorry Willow, I don't know why you bother with me I'm such a clumsy fool; it's just that...well...I've never met anyone like you before."

She sat looking at me for what seemed an age, then very quietly and deliberately she said, "I don't think you're a clumsy fool Ross. You've been very kind and helpful and from the first time we met I liked you and if I'm something new in your experience then you have to understand that you're new to me. Now shall we play another set?"

We only managed one more set which I lost. It was lunch time and Ann was growing restive so we made our way back to Willow's house. As we left the court I could see Betty having a blazing row with her partner. 

When we got to her house Willow asked, "Would you like to have lunch with us, or is your mother expecting you?"

"Mum and dad are away for the week," I explained, "so yes, I'd like to have lunch with you, it'll save me having to do some unfreezing."

"Bloody clumsy again," I thought. 

Willow bustled about getting lunch ready, a simple meal consisting of a delicious soup and bread rolls followed by some fruit. Willow had to attend to Ann as we ate, but she said, "As your parents are away, why don't we make a day of it. We could go out somewhere this afternoon – I've kept intending to take Ann to the zoo, why don't we go there and then you can stay and eat with us this evening." She smiled and added, "You won't have to do any unfreezing."

"I didn't mean it like that Willow, I want..."

"I know you didn't, I was just joking."

Chapter 8Love Will Out

After lunch I went home briefly to change into something more suitable for zoo visiting. My world was upside down and inside out; I would be with Willow for the rest of the day, an impossible dream come true. When I went back to the house Willow had changed into a fawn pants suit.

Going to the zoo had never been my idea of an entertaining time, but with Willow everything was transformed. We wandered past exotic creatures; watched while Ann took a ride on an elephant; we ate ice-cream, and when Ann grew tired I carried her. This was not really a selfless act since holding Ann made me feel as if I was holding part of Willow.

My morning jealousy gone I didn't care that men turned to stare after Willow; she was with me and I loved her and could only feel sorry for the guys who were not with her. No more inner conflicts; never mind mother's warnings, I was in love with Willow and this made me want to love the whole world. It was she, Willow, who seemed to lend beauty to everything around her, and even I felt less of an oaf.

We didn't bother to go back to her house to eat; instead we bought a meal in the zoo cafeteria, and after that made our way home with me bearing a weary Ann. I thought my day with Willow was at an end, but she invited me in saying we could spend the evening together.

With Ann tucked up in bed Willow put on some of her music and poured two drinks; brandy and dry again. We sat in companionable silence for a while. After a second drink I loosened up somewhat and told her about my vacation being just about over.

"We won't be seeing so much of you then," she commented. 

A little alcohol can often draw out much truth, and I suppose that was what happened to me that evening.

"Do you want to see much of me?" I asked. 

She looked at me for a few moments then in a very low voice said, "You know I do, Ross."

It was my turn to be silent and in that silence it all came welling up. I could no longer hold down what I longed to say to her, and putting our whole relationship at risk I said, "I love you Willow."

"Ross!" she said in an oddly serene voice. 

We had been sitting opposite each other but now she rose and came to me and leaning over she kissed me. At first it was a soft warm kiss, but slowly her mouth opened. I drew her down onto my lap and our tongues began to contend with each other for entry into each other mouths. 

On entering the house Willow had removed her jacket and now only a soft cream shirt covered her breasts. Very cautiously I cupped one of her small breasts with my hand and she made no opposition. I started to unbutton her shirt and then her firm exquisite little breasts with their pink nipples were exposed. After all the large mammary glands of my past experience I wondered at how sweet Willow's breasts looked, and how warm and smooth they were under my hand.

We sat like that for some time kissing as my hand continued to caress her breasts. There was none of the wild exuberance of my past love making; we were engaged in an expression of almost wordless love.

After several minutes of this touching and caressing Willow got off my lap and standing began to remove her pants and panties to stand naked before me. I looked at her small but gracefully formed body and it had the look of almost virginal innocence with its little vee of pubic hair partially concealing the lips of her vulva.

She spoke and said, "Let me see your body Ross."

It was my turn to stand a strip and then to stand before her naked. Her hand touched my hard penis as if exploring, feeling its length and circumference. She gave a gasp and said, "Darling, it's very big...I'm very small, you will be gentle, won't you?"

"Yes, I'll be very gentle," I said.

I was about to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, but she gently urged me back onto the chair and then sat astride me, slowly lowering herself onto me. At the first touch of her warm, moist inner lips I felt a thrill of overwhelming pleasure and love wash over and through me. 

Then I was very slowly penetrating her. I could feel the tightness of her vaginal canal as it gripped my shaft with the spasmodic flexing of her vaginal muscle. When she had lowered her self to take my full length she spoke again sighing, "Oh Ross, my love" in tones of deep contentment, then she kissed me again and I was once more fondling her breasts.

It was all so slow, so unhurried, as if we wanted to linger over this first experience of each other's bodies. I felt that for the first time I was truly making love and not just fucking. 

Willow drew back her head and arched her back and began to move on me with short sharp gasps with every downward thrust. Her movements became more rapid and I took hold of her hips, moving her up and own on me. 

Suddenly she gave a little squeal and said, "It's coming darling, it's coming, come with me."

I released the first discharge of sperm into her; she cried out "Oh my darling...Oh God...oh...oh...Aaaah..." She pressed down harder on me as if to get my seed deep into her and I responded by dragging even more firmly on her hips. She let out one wild anguished cry and started to make quick flicking motions over my shaft while I continued to pump my sperm into her.

"It's beautiful...it's beautiful..." she kept repeating until finally she relaxed and slumped over me smothering my face with moist kisses until she buried her face against my chest and burst into tears.

Concerned I held her and asked, "What's the matter, did I hurt you?"

Through her sobs she answered, "No...no...it's just that it's been so long."

I thought she might want to remove my penis from her vagina so I started to lift her but she protested, "No...No stay with me...stay for a little longer."

She cried herself out and then looked at me and said, "I'm a slut, aren't I?"

"No," I replied, "it couldn't have been so wonderful if you were but...but you never gave me any indication, not a single hint that you wanted me to..."

"I've learned to hide my feelings but when you said you loved me...and I could see you meant it, I had to...I couldn't...it...something seemed to take over and I wanted to make love with you so badly. Darling, you don't have to go home; stay the night with me."

There are times when you wonder if you're dreaming; when something you've longed for happens and it's more beautiful that you'd ever imagined; it's then that you think that you might wake up at any moment to a mundane reality. 

That's how I felt at that moment. The start of our first embraces and kisses had had a dreamlike quality and it had only been as we climaxed together that the carnal reality had really struck home, and now this lovely gentle little woman was asking me to spend the night with her, and this too had an otherworldly quality.

I removed my penis from her vagina and picked her up in my arms; she felt so light and fragile I feared I would crush her. I carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. 

For a few moments I stood looking at her and understood why for some people sexual intercourse is an almost religious act. I had what must seem like a crazy thought that I wanted to worship her as if she were a sacred shrine. I adored her and loved her in a way I had never known before; a gauche devotee gazing at the sacred object of his devotion.

She extended her arms to me saying, "Come and lay beside me and touch me."

I kissed her and gently touched her breasts as if fearing she might break under my embrace.

"Darling," she whispered with a hint of laugher in her voice, "I'm not made of glass, I won't shatter." 

She put a hand under one of her breasts and raised its nipple toward me and I took it into my mouth. As I suckled her she made soft sighing sounds of contentment.

I had no need to part her legs since she had opened them herself ready to receive me. When I came over her I rested on my elbows, still fearful that I might crush her under my weight, and when guided by her hand I entered her tight, hot little vaginal canal I could feel the mixture of our fluids from our first coupling.

As I moved in her, very slowly at first, she stroked my hair and face murmuring, "I love you...I love you..."

We took a long time to come and the first intimations of her approaching orgasm were cries, that at first were low whimpering sounds of, "No...no...no darling I can't...I can't stand it;" cries that intensified and changed to "Oh my God...yes...yes...don't stop...don't stop..."

I felt her legs wind round me and I put my hands under her buttocks and we struggled together as I shot my sperm into her. I groaned with ever new ejection as she howled and wept in the anguish and ecstasy of her climax.

It took a long time for her orgasmic after shocks to fade away, and I continued to move in her until I felt her slow down and relax.

Those green eyes looked into mine as if questioning and seeking something there. Not sure what it was she sought I tried to reassure her saying, "I love you so much, Willow."

She turned her head away, burying it against my shoulder as if suddenly shy and not wanting me to look at her. I knew this was no passing infatuation or lust. From the first she had touched something deep inside me; something that had lurked there long before I met her; it had awaited its object and had found it in Willow. I loved her and longed to protect and cherish her.

I moved to lie beside her and drew her close. She felt almost like a child in my arms; a child seeking comfort, and I wondered what her past had been. I could not bring myself to ask her, thinking that when she was ready she would tell me. 

A shiver of apprehension ran though me; would there come a time when I too must speak of my past behaviour for surely lovers must have no secrets from each other? They must know the best and the worst of each other or their love is only founded on quicksand. 

Willow started to speak; "Darling, I want you to stay with me, but you'll have to leave before Ann wakes because she always comes in to see me for a morning cuddle and it's too soon for her to see us together."

I indicated that I understood and suggested we should take a shower since the aroma of our couplings was quite potent and the mixture of Willow's lubricant and my sperm must have been oozing out of her.

She seemed very weary and I think would have gone to sleep had I not picked her up and carried her to the shower. I felt that her tiredness emanated less from our sexual activity than from another emotional conflict that was going on in her. I washed her as she leaned against me, and once more I thought she was in a sense sheltering herself in what she perceived as my strength.

I made no further attempt to engage her in sex in the shower or when we went back to bed. She curled up against me laying one hand on my cheek, and whispering, "goodnight my love," slipped into sleep.

I lay awake for some time contemplating her and felt an almost aching desire to shelter her from whatever troubled her.

I was awakened in the morning by Willow shaking me.

"Ross...Ross...Ann will be here soon, you must get up."

I rose and went to the lounge where we had undressed to find Penny curled up asleep on my clothes that were lying on the floor. I pushed her off and dressed while Willow picked up her things and kissing me said, "Come back later today if you can, darling, I want to talk."

Chapter 9I Learn what Ailed Willow 

In the half light of the dawn I made my way back to my house still wondering if I had been dreaming. There were so many confusing questions going round in my head mainly concerning the future; how my parents would take it if they learned of the relationship I now had with Willow; what could I, a student offer Willow, and thinking of Ann and Willow's words about Ann not knowing yet about us. It was this thought that led on to my wondering if among all my other transgressions I was now engaged in an adulterous affair. Was there a husband, and if so, where was he?

I did a bit of clearing up around the house and unfroze one of mothers meals for lunch. I knew that Ann had an afternoon sleep, and since Willow had mention "talk" I thought it best to wait until we could talk freely.

When around one o'clock I went back to Willow, Anne was still up and awake. There was no intimate greeting between Willow and me, and anxious to learn what Willow had to say I waited impatiently for the child to be put to bed. When she was put to bed we then had to wait for a while to ensure she was asleep.

We went out onto the patio and sat opposite each other at a small table. Willow looked at me for a few moments as if she was assessing my mood, and then said, "There's something I need to tell you about myself."

Unsure how to respond I simply nodded and she went on, "Have you ever wondered why we've come to live here, Ann and me?"

I admitted I had been curious.

"I suppose you've guessed I've been married?"

"I thought you might have been; are you still married?"

She shook her head and said, "Divorced."

At least we hadn't committed adultery. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

"Not just that; I want to tell you why I'm divorced." 

I started to protest; "But you don't have..."

"I want to; I want to I suppose just to have things clear between us."

She had been talking in a slightly edgy, brittle manner, but now her speech became heartfelt. 

"Last night it was really me who made the approach to you and..."

Again I made to protest but she cut me off.

"No, let me tell you. You may believe me or not, but I don't make sexual approaches lightly, in fact last night was the first time ever. For me sex has to be with someone I love, and I love you, and because I love you I want you to know why I'm here with Ann."

"You're hiding from your ex-husband?"

She gave a bitter laugh; "Not quite. You see, he's in prison."

"Prison, what for?"

"Sex with an underage girl whom he got pregnant."

Given all the media hype that was current about underage sex the revelation was not altogether surprising, but I did wonder how a man married to someone as lovely as Willow would want to look elsewhere for sex.




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Willow went on, "You know Ross, I would have stood by him had that been all. I told myself we all make mistakes and he was my husband and Ann's father so..."

"There was something else?"

"Yes; the media made a big noise about the case and then all sort of things came out. Other women...other girls came forward to accuse him. Where pregnancy was concerned he only slipped up once; the other girls and women could not really prove he'd seduced them, but then the practice nurse came forward and gave evidence."

"Practice nurse?"

"Yes, my husband was a doctor."

"And he had sex with the nurse as well?"

"So she claimed, but she also told of her suspicions as to what was going on. I think most of the women were really out for revenge. Each of them thought they were the only one and when it all came out about the pregnant girl and then all the other women, that brought a storm down on him. The trouble was it brought a storm down on Ann and me as well.

"But why, it wasn't your fault?"

"Perhaps not, but the media got hold pictures of Ann and me and they were splashed all over the place. Reporters practically besieged our house asking silly questions like, 'How do you feel about your husband?' How the hell did they think I felt?"

"What happened?" 

"He was struck off the medical register for malpractice and they put him in prison for eight years. As I said, I might have been able to stand one stumble, even an under-age girl, but all the others, no. When it was all over my parents helped me to get away. As well as prison there were compensation payouts to some of the women. We were well off financially and there was money left over after all the payouts and I was able to sell the house and a few other things, so I'm not broke. When I came here I had been divorced for six months, and fortunately Ann was too young to really know him or understand what was happening."

Having experience such exquisite and gentle sex with Willow I had to ask the question that was burning inside me.

"Willow, what I don't understand is why having a lovely woman like you as his wife he needed to go elsewhere?"

She shrugged; "It often happens. You can see men with very attractive wives going off with quite plain women. In his case it was quite easy; he was charming and very good looking; he was in a position to meet lots of women in the course of his work and so...?

"But surely he must have known the dangers?"

"Probably, but I believe he went ahead because he had something to prove."

"What?"

"Well, you see, he had a very small penis and he had to be constantly proving his virility. I didn't know his penis was small because I'd never experienced one until I met him. It was he who used to complain about it to me, telling me that one day I'd go looking for what he called a "bigger cock to be fucked with." 

That was an "Aha" moment for me. I now understood why she had referred to my penis as being so big and asking me to be gentle with her. I don't think I'm so big – not above average, but I'm not even sure of that since I've never made comparisons or taken measurements. 

Willow was still speaking; "That was why I would have forgiven him over the girl. Feeling so sexually inadequate he needed to prove himself."

I felt a nasty jolt inside me as something Willow had said fully registered with me.

"Am I the 'bigger cock' that you'd go looking for?"

The moment I'd said it I knew how devastating my words were. Tears came to Willow's eyes; this time they were tears of anger.

"Is that how you see me?" she said in a tone that seared through me. "A slut on the loose looking around for the biggest cock she can find. I thought you loved me and I've loved you and trusted you enough to tell you my story, and you say a thing like that to me. I know it was me who initiated sex between us, but I thought it was for love, and now you think it was because...Oh my God, you've made it cheap and horrible."

I went to her kneeling down in front of her trying to take her hands but she withdrew them. 

"You'd better go," she sobbed, "you wouldn't want to associate with a cock mad whore."

"Please...please Willow," I begged, "I didn't mean it...I told you I'm a clumsy fool...it's me. It's just that I can't believe that a lovely women like you would want to...could love me enough to let me...let me make love with her. Please, forgive me; you're the loveliest woman I've ever known and you've taught me so much about things...about love...so please..."

I took her hands again and this time she did not withdraw them. Still clumsy but desperate I said to her, "If you never want to have sex with me again then I'll understand, but don't send me away. I know what love is and who I love, so don't cut me off from you."

The previous night I had seen her almost like a child wanting to be sheltered from a storm, now it was me who was the child begging not to be sent to my room. 

She withdrew one hand and touched my face with it saying, "Yes, Ross, perhaps you are a clumsy fool after all, but I love you for it. You're so open, so vulnerable and you say the first thing that comes into your head so at least you're honest. Any woman you love will never need to worry about you going off with other women; you wouldn't be able to hide it if you did."

"If I were married to you, Willow, I'd never need to go looking for other women."

She looked at me long and hard before she spoke again. "We can't talk of marriage, darling."

"Why not?"

"I'm older than you, I've had child by another man; you'll be starting your studies next week; you have your life in front of you."

"You mean I haven't anything to offer you?"

"Of course you've got something to offer me, something that's very precious to me, your love, but I couldn't let you make promises that you might come to regret in the future."

"I'd wait," I said, "Would you wait for me...wait until I do have something to offer you as well as love? You could teach me not to be so clumsy and I could prove I can be faithful to you."

She smiled wanly and kissed me softly on the lips. "All right my darling, let's leave it like that for now, let time do its work, and in the meantime, let's enjoy each other as much as we can."

Chapter 10 The Heights and the Depths

For the rest of the week and until my parents returned I spent every night making love with Willow, leaving early in the morning before Ann woke up. We also copulated briefly in the afternoons when Ann was sleeping. These were the halcyon days but we both knew they could not last. Once my parents returned our loving became a sneaky affair, but if we thought we could hide what we were doing we were wrong.

I had started my studies and so my days were taken up, but we came together in the evenings as often as we could. The frequency of my going out in the evenings had to eventually arouse my parents' suspicions and I'm sure some of our nosy neighbours were not slow in telling my mother where I was going. 

I was nineteen and so was free to have sex with whoever I chose, but was also mindful of the fact that my parents had sacrificed a great deal for my future, so I was loath to let them think that I was putting that future in jeopardy. When the moment of confrontation came it was not just my mother this time but the parental team.

"I warned you about that woman," was mother's opening gambit. "She's got her hooks into you – and don't try denying it because you don't go over there every night to mend things. She's a conniving hussy and I've a good mind to..."

"Hang on a minute Freda," father interrupted, "He's not a kid so you can't put all the blame on her."

Apparently the parental team was not altogether of one mind.

"Look Jim," mother countered, "She's years older than him and she's got a child; she thinks she's on to a good thing with Ross."

I broke in at that point; "Mum, what good things do you have in mind, my money, the life of luxury I could give her?"

"Well, she's...she's like a lot of these women on their own; she sees a nice looking boy and thinks, 'I fancy him'. She's just leading you on, using you."

I decided on giving them a broadside and said, "Willow and I love each other, and if down the track she'll have me, I shall marry her."

"Marry," yelped mother, "What was I saying, she's got you well and truly hooked."

"If she has its because I want to be hooked," I said, starting to get angry. "If you took the bother to find out you'd find she a lovely woman, you said so yourself once."

"That was before..."

"Freda," broke in dad, "she's a bloody sight better than the tarts he used to hang around with and if he's happy with her why shouldn't he be?"

"Well...well...because it...because its not right."

"Why?"

"Because she's married," said mother making a desperate grab for anything to serve her argument, or lack of one."

"She's divorced," I said.

"Come on Freda," dad said, "she's a nice enough little woman and if she keep Ross away from those others we ought to be thanking her."

Mother humphed irritably and said, "But marriage?"

"Mother," I said patiently, "I said down the track if she'll have me."

"Well there you are then," chimed in Dad before mother could speak again. "She might even be good for him; teach him a few things." He gave me a surreptitious wink. "Come to think of it he's been a lot more reasonable lately so why make a big fuss about it."

"All right," said mother, "but don't let him come crying to me when she's had enough of him."

That seemed to settle the matter, but mother had one more shot in the locker.

"And don't think you're going to go and live with her, it'd be the talk of the neighbourhood."

I humbly agreed that I would not go and live with Willow, but not for the reason she thought; I had Ann in mind.

Without going into too many details I told Willow what had occurred with my parents, and that we didn't have to hide our relationship from them any more.

Thereafter we may have been, as my mother said, "the talk of the neighbourhood" for a while, but it quickly died down. Willow, Ann and I went out together frequently and my relationship with Ann developed to the point where I could almost have moved in with Willow, but Willow still wanted to give it more time.

At the end of the first term of my course there was to be a week long study seminar at a convention centre up in the hills. It was an opportunity to hear guest speakers and demonstrators from other parts of the country. It was hard to be separated from Willow for a week, but she seemed to understand and all seemed well.

The week before I was due to go to the camp Willow seemed unusually tense and the night before I due to go away there was something almost frantic in her love making, and as the time came for me to leave she began to cry.

I tried to comfort her saying it was only for a week and she nodded miserably. Her last words as I left her were, "Remember I love you."

It struck me as odd that she should be so upset at not seeing me for a week, but I suppose I found it a bit flattering.

The week proved exciting as we were introduced to new concepts and technologies, and I returned home full of ideas. 

Naturally my first action after dropping off my gear was to go and see Willow. I rang the door bell and there was no answer. I tried several times, and then took a walk round the house in case she was out the back, but there was no sign of anyone, not even the dog Penny.

I felt a bit put out as we often do when we call on someone and they're not there, especially when it was someone like Willow whom I hoped would be expecting me.

I went back home but during the course of the evening kept going back to Willow's house. The place was silent and in darkness. I told myself that she must have gone away, perhaps to the seaside for a day or two. Next day I tried again with still no response; finally I bit the bullet and asked mother; "Have you seen anything of Willow the past few days?"

"No, but Mrs. Beasley saw her drive off in her car with Ann and the dog; haven't seen her myself." 

I started to feel really anxious. I kept going over to the house and it had that shut up look about it, as if the owner had gone away for some time. Over the next couple of days I continued trying with still no result. Then I had to get back to studies. 

Sick with worry I came home late one afternoon to a triumphant mother.

"There, I told you so, she's gone."

"What do you mean, gone," I gasped.

"Removal van came today and took her things."

I felt an air of unreality and my head was reeling. "Then she must have come back...you must have seen her...what did she say?"

"Didn't see her, there was some fellow there who looked like an agent, but she wasn't there. Gone hasn't she; told you she'd dump you when it suited her."

I raced over to the house, unable to believe that Willow would have gone without a word. A glance through a window told me she had gone, left without a word. I felt like vomiting. 

"She can't have left me, not like this," I told myself, but the following days and weeks adequately demonstrated that she had done just that. I tried to find out who the man my mother thought was agent was. No one knew; they had not even noticed the name on the side of the removal van.

I tried every way I knew to find out where she had gone without success; it was just as if she'd disappeared into the ether.

From being triumphant my mother started to become concerned. I felt ill, and was ill. I couldn't eat or sleep and I even had crazy thoughts about killing myself. It was as if with Willow gone from my life I had lost half of myself, the best half. And then one morning I collapsed on the kitchen floor. 

They called it all sorts of things that I couldn't comprehend and dosed me up with medication. I was given what they called, "Professional help," but it was the lady who came and cleaned my room who really understood. About fifty years old and working hard for a pittance she said to me, "You're love sick son, and when you've got it bad it does terrible things to you." She kissed me on the cheek and went on, "You'll have to give it time." Of all those who had talked with me she was the only one who really seemed to understand, and I loved her for it.

They discharged me soon after and I went home and tried to pick up my studies again. I scraped though at the end of the year and got a lot of "Tut tutting" from the head of the department. 

"One of our most promising students and if you'd got any less marks you wouldn't have been allowed back next year."

Another long vacation; one year since I had first met Willow, and still I was infected by her; I had no enthusiasm or wish to pursue my old ways with the girls. Willow had left me without a word, yet I still loved her and perhaps, with youthful sentimentality, I thought I would spend the rest of my life waiting for her.

I went with my parents on trip, first to a seaside town and then to the mountains. I swam, I climbed and walked and slowly I seemed to recover. As my cleaning lady had said, "Give it time."

After the vacation I went back to studies and over the following years my work improved and I finally graduated near the top of my year and had a number of job prospects. Before taking them up I decided on a few days hiking over the hills that lie at the back of our city. There are a chain of hostels scattered over the hills and I arranged to sleep in a number of them.

My mother drove me to the start point of my walk and for two days I trudged along the tracks. Even after all that time Willow had never left my thoughts. At times I hated her for what she had done to me; at others I knew I still loved her passionately.

On the third day I came to the top of a ridge, and below me in a valley was one of the small towns that are scattered throughout the hills. I was carrying dry food, but decided to buy a pie in the town. There was just one shop that sold a whole variety of goods; the sort of shop that was once often seen before the coming of the supermarkets. I entered it.

Chapter 11Confrontation

The customers were served and left. The shop was very quiet as Willow and I stood looking at each other. The shock of seeing each other and the consequent banalities left us speechless. Her face was ashen and I think mine must have looked the same. One word welled up inside me and came out as a whisper; "Why?"

She made no answer and simply stared at me as if paralysed.

Anger born of years of incomprehension and misery rose up in me and it took all my self-control not to seize and shake her; "Why, why the bloody hell... why?"

My vehemence seemed to shake her out of her immobility and she said in a husky voice, "Please Ross, don't shout."

I was really furious and I spoke even more loudly. "You left me without a word, not a single bloody word. You must have known that last evening before that week I went away...you must have had it all arranged...you had to have it arranged, and all the talk of love was so much bull..."

"Ross, please, you're frightening me."

"Frightening you! Bloody hell woman, what do you think you did to me? You could have stopped the thing right from the start but you let it go on...you led me on with your soft words, the poor little innocent woman who needed help who took my love and then chucked it back at me. You used me; God knows why when there were plenty of horny guys who would have fucked you with no consequences, no commitment, but you let it go on."

"Ross, I did it for..."

"Was it fun, did you have a good laugh when I wasn't around, do you have a good laugh telling whoever's fucking you now?"

I was fuming but another customer came in looking curiously at a frighten little woman and a furious young man. She asked nervously for something, paid and scuttled out of the shop. I open my mouth to continue my ranting but Willow got in before me, this time with ferocity of her own.

"Be quiet Ross, you may be able to frighten me but you shall not talk to me like that. It's foul, evil and whatever I deserve it's not that."

I spoke more quietly; "So tell me what you do deserve, and while you're at it tell me why."

"I did it for you, it was the best I could do for you Ross."

"Best for me! God help me if you ever decide to do your worst for me."

The shop was one of those places where the owner lives in accommodation behind it. There was an archway screened with long plastic strips that obviously led into the living area. The plastic strips moved and Willow saw them and said, "In a moment darling."

The lower part of the door was hidden by the counter and Willow made a move toward whoever she was addressing. She was too late. A small child of about three came round the edge of the counter and for the moment I thought it was Ann, but then realised that Ann must be at least six years old.

Like Ann the child resembled Willow with her elfin look but as I stared fixedly at the child I could see there was one marked difference, it had dark brown eyes.

Willow hustled the child gently back into the living area quietly telling her that she would be with her in a moment. Then she turned on me, this time with a defiant look.

I was gasping for breath but finally managed to choke out, "Is she..."

"Yes; I didn't want you to know but since you've seen her you might as well know or otherwise you'll be calling a whore of something worse."

There were no words I could find. Given the terrible things I had said to Willow her next words were unexpectedly gentle. "You look terrible, you'd better sit down. Come out the back and rest, later we can talk." 

She led me into a room that I took to be the lounge and suggested that I stretch out on the sofa. "You've had a shock, rest for a while and when I close up we can talk. Now, I've got a business to run so don't start shouting anymore; come along Rebecca."




Willow



She took the child's hand and went back into the shop. If I looked terrible it was because I felt terrible. I dropped my backpack on the floor and lay down, gazing up at the ceiling. I tried to disentangle my confused thoughts; the appalling things I'd said to Willow; a child; and the fact that while I had thought I'd searched everywhere for Willow she had been within forty kilometres of me and I'd found her only because of a pie.

Sounds came and went in the shop; Willow looked in a couple of times and asked how I was feeling and did I want anything. I'd been feeling hungry when I'd arrived in the shop, but my appetite seemed to have disappeared. Once the child Rebecca came in and stood looking at me; I said, "Hello Rebecca," and she went back into the shop.

The room looked slightly familiar, and I realised it was because the furniture was the same as that which I had known in her house, even the picture, The Soul's Flight. 

A child came in, not Rebecca, and said, "Hello Mr. Clements, I remember you, you were mummy's friend." It was Ann.

I said, "Hello Ann, you've grown up."

"I go to school now; we haven't seen you for a long time."

"No," I responded, "Things have been busy."

"I've got a sister now, have you seen her."

"Yes, for a moment."

"I've got to change now, are you stopping."

"For a little while."

"Good, I think mummy missed seeing you."

"Why do you think that?"

"Sometimes at night when mummy thought I was asleep I heard her call out "Ross," and then she'd cry."

She went through a door and into another part of the house, leaving me feeling worse than ever. She came back having changed her dress and went straight into the shop. The sound of voices and she came in holding Rebecca's hand, she said to the child, "This is Mr. Clements, mummy's friend," then as an after thought, "And mine, he used to go out with us a lot."

I said, "Hello Rebecca" again, and this time got a response that sounded like, "Alo."

"Are you going to take us out again? We don't go out much now because mummy can't leave the shop very often."

"I'll have to talk to your mummy about that."

They went out into the shop leaving me to give myself another mental beating up. 

Willow looked in for a moment and said, "It'll soon be closing time, we can talk when the children have gone to bed."

"Bed! It suddenly hit me; I had to get to the hostel and still had at least five kilometres to walk, it would be dark long before I arrived. I got up and went into the shop saying to Willow, "I'll have to go, I'm sleeping at the hostel tonight and..."

"Would you like to stay here?"

"I...er...yes, if it's okay with you."

"Yes, we've got a spare bedroom. I'm just closing up."

A last minute customer came in for a tin of something and the shop door was locked after her as she left. Willow breathed out a long sigh and said, "That's it for another day, I'll add up later."

The four of us went into the house part of the place and on through the lounge and into a spacious kitchen where Willow started to prepare an evening meal while Ann played with Rebecca piling up some small wooden blocks and knocking them over again. 

It occurred to me that if this was a normal day for Willow she certainly had a busy life. I offered to help with the food preparations and was given some vegetables to peel and clean. We conversed spasmodically around safe subjects like how my studies had gone, how my parents were and had there been any changes in the street. I asked about how life had been for them and did the shop keep her busy. We kept it low-key because of the children.

After we had eaten it was time for Rebecca to go to bed; Ann being older lingered on for a bit longer, but finally she was taken off. Her last words to me were, "If you and mummy were friends again you could take me and Rebecca out." That really choked me up.

Willow looked very tired but we took up our previous theme, "Why?" but with less rancour on my part.

"It must be obvious to you why I left the way I did, Ross. I was pregnant and if I'd stayed I might have wrecked your life."

"We could have talked about it."

"I was in love Ross, very deeply in love, and I knew that you could have easily persuaded me to stay, but what could you do, throw up your studies before they even started; married me and got some job that would have made you miserable?"

"I'd have risked that for you."

"Yes, I knew that, so that's why I had to go."

"But to have our baby without me knowing, and this place, it obviously takes up most of your time; it must have been very hard."

She shrugged her shoulders wearily and said, "At the time I found out that I was pregnant this came onto the market. I was okay for money but I knew it wouldn't last for ever. I had to do something to make a living, I thought this would be okay so I put my bit of capital into this, but I had no idea how demanding it would be; from seven in the morning until six in the evening everyday."

"Is it profitable?"

"Just about but it's been very hard." I could see a trace of tears in her eyes.

I had intended to tell her my tale of woe, but felt it was not appropriate to burden the tired little woman with that. 

There was a long pause as we each tried to think of what to say next, then she rose and said, "The day isn't over yet, I need to do the books."

"Can I help?"

"No...no...you go to bed. I'll show you your room. You'll have to make your own bed; I haven't had time to do it."

I was taken to a small room with a single bed and given sheets and blankets, and then introduced to the shower. It had been a tiring day's hike and the emotional meeting with Willow had added to my tiredness. I showered and felt a bit more relaxed but still ready to sleep, but when I got into bed sleep would not come.

I heard Willow moving about completing the final tasks of her day, then the hiss of the shower and Willow making her way to bed.

I thought of the times when I had been with her in bed and our love making. I tried to focus on how things stood with each other now, and realised that there was a barrier between us. 

It often happens that when people meet after many years of separation, even when they have been as intimate as Willow and me, they have trouble relating. The years have brought about changes in them and they are not exactly the same people they had been years before. The barrier between Willow and me was higher than most; it was a barrier of pain, anger and misery. If I had suffered because of my loss of Willow, it was clear to me from the little that had been said that Willow had also travelled a hard road.

I thought grimly that it was so much easier when there is a fuse to be mended or a toilet fixed, that smooths the way for friendship to grow and perhaps develop into the sort of relationship Willow and I had once had. Now that deep emotions were involved; emotions that hurt, the way did not seem to so easy.

Willow had given birth to our child, but that was a double edged sword that could cut either way. It could bring us together or separate us still further.

At last I drifted off to sleep still pondering the problems and no dreams came to resolve them, if I dreamt at all.

Chapter 12Words' of a Child

I was awakened in the morning by the sounds of activity in the house and Willow's voice, "Ann do get ready, you'll be late for school."

I dressed and went into the kitchen. Rebecca was seated in a high chair while Willow tried to feed her. Ann was still in her night clothes and was also eating. It was after seven o'clock and the shop was open but for the moment there were no customers.

Looking distracted Willow said to me, "Would you try and feed Rebecca, I've got to get into the shop; some of them will want their newspapers soon."

Feeling somewhat inadequate for the task I sat beside the high chair and tried to supervise Rebecca. The child could feed herself to some extent but made a mess while doing it. My job seemed to involve face, high chair tray and floor cleaning.

Ann left, apparently to shower and dress for school while Willow had disappeared shop-wards. I managed to struggle through the Rebecca breakfast process and finished off giving her some milk in a child's cup. 

I could hear people starting to arrive in the shop and it was some time before Willow returned to the kitchen. 

"Ann's going to be late for school," she lamented; "Ross could you drive her?"

Without waiting for my reply she tossed some keys on the table and said, "Ann can show you the way; its pension day today and the oldies will be in soon spending up big."

Seeming to have no alternative I picked up the keys and awaited the appearance of Ann. She arrived more or less spick and span and went out into the shop. There was a brief conversation and Ann came back and said, "You're driving me."

"Yes, where's the car?"

I was led out to a garage at the side of the shop/house and after a bit of fiddling around I got it started and with Ann's directions headed for the school.

As we drove Ann startled me by saying, "You didn't go to bed with mummy last night like you used to."

I nearly drove up a roadside gum tree.

"How...how did you know that?"

"Oh, I used to hear you when I was still awake. You used to talk and then you made funny noises."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as she went on, "Even when I wasn't awake I always knew when you'd gone to bed with mummy."

"How," I gasped, trying to keep the car on the road.

"Mummy was always happy the next day; she used to sing a lot and be extra nice. Will you be going to bed with mummy again? Here's the school."

I stopped the car; she got out and said, "Thank you Mr. Clements," and departed as if she'd just been talking about pleasures of eating chocolate.

I sat in the car for a while trying to recover from this revelation. "My God and we thought we had been so careful keeping it from her." I had to revise my views on what even little children notice and remember. 

When I got back to the shop Willow had Rebecca there still sitting in the high chair while she tried to deal with the predicted pensioners buying little treats they would not able to afford again until next pension day, a fortnight hence.

I felt superfluous in the situation so I went off and made my bed and did the washing up. This done, and feeling that there was little prospect of any extended talk with Willow I made ready to leave. I would have to by-pass the hostel I had intended to stop at the previous night and slog on to the next one or I would not be at the place where mother would be picking me up at the end of the week. 

I picked up my backpack and made my way into the shop. Things had calmed down a bit and only two customers remained. They seemed to be having difficulties about choosing between a container of ice cream and an iced cake.

Willow stood there patiently waiting for them to make up their minds. I said to her, "I'd better be off Willow; I've got a bit of extra walking to do today to get to the hostel after the one I was going to stay in last night."

The pensioners chose this moment to make up their minds and Willow had to attend to them. I said, "Goodbye, and thank you," and went out. 

I got a dozen metres from the shop and stopped. It was no good; the old love and passion was still there and I'd walked away with a bare 'goodbye.' I was leaving the love of my life, the mother of my child, and I nearly broke down weeping with despair. 

I turned back and re-entered the shop not knowing what I was going to say, or how whatever I said would be received. 

The two pensioners were still there and I stood just inside the doorway fumbling for words. The last words Willow had said to me when I had left her that night long ago came back to me and I spoke them now.

"Remember, I love you."

For a moment I saw the startled faces of the pensioners and Willow staring at me. I turned and fled. I got some way along the street when Willow's voice, unusually loud, called, "Don't go Ross; don't leave me."

The two pensioners were just behind her with grins on their faces and the woman called, "That's right, don't go Ross, don't leave 'er." The man chimed in, "Yers, don't go, yer lucky bugger."

Willow came to me and I put my arms round her and kissed her. The pensioners passed us and the man remarked to his wife, "Those two got it real bad." They cackled suggestively.

Willow said, "You can't go like this, we've got to talk, you can't just leave me now, not like this, come back, I'll close the shop for an hour and we can talk, we must."

In something of a daze I went back into the shop. Willow shut the door and locked it, turning the notice from open to closed, and then we went on into the lounge with me carrying the highchair with Rebecca still in it.

I dropped my pack on the floor but was unable to find words myself. Willow took the initiative saying breathlessly, "I couldn't let you go, not after what you said. I couldn't say it myself because I know I hurt you badly and you might think I was trying to manipulate you; I wouldn't...I never did, and there's never been anyone else...I don't think there ever would have been, but if you meant it...what you said..."

I nodded my head in Rebecca's direction. The child seemed intrigued by what was going on and I was trying to warn Willow that she was listening. Willow took the hint but said, "Oh, she won't be able to understand." I thought it was not the time to tell her what another little girl had understood so I let the matter go.

"I did mean what I said, Willow, and if it's of any importance there hasn't been anyone else for me either."

Now we both seemed stumped for words, both of us perhaps fearful of taking a step farther than the other was willing to go. The silence hung between us for what seemed like an age, until I said, "Can we start again?"

"If you want to, Ross, but we've got a few bridges to mend."

Despite the seriousness of the moment I could not suppress a grin; "I'm quite good at mending things as you should know so I'm sure I can repair a slightly cracked relationship."

"A bit more than slightly cracked, darling, but I do love you and if you love..."

"If? Didn't you believe what I said?"

"Yes, of course I did. Can you stay with us? You can get to know Rebecca...and Ann again."

"Yes, I can stay but I think I need to telephone home, otherwise they'll start sending out search parties for me at the end of the week."

"Will you tell them where you are...what you're doing...I mean that you're with me?"

"Yes, I think I shall tell them I've found you and that I shall be marrying you."

"Marry, I didn't ask you to..."

"I'm not a young man just starting on his studies any more; I've got some good job prospects and you're the mother of my child..."

"Our child."

"Yes, well, our child. I love you and I'm asking you to marry me, but I warn you, if you say yes I shall want you out of this place. I've seen just a little of what you have to cope with and I don't want our children brought up in an environment like this."

"Of course not master; so what do I do, sell the business?"

"Yes."

"There aren't many naïve people around like me; I won't get a good price for it."

"Sod the price I can..."

"Don't swear in front of Rebecca."

"You said she wouldn't understand."

"No, but she will one day and it's not good for you either."

It seemed the right moment so I told her about my conversation with Ann. Willow was unsurprised and said, "I know, she's often asked me why you and I don't go to bed anymore and are we still friends."

"Ah...by the way, you haven't said yes or no."

"I'll say 'yes' but only if you promise not to shout at me anymore."

"Oh God, Willow..."

"Don't use that phrase Ross, Ann goes to Sunday school and..."

"And she won't like it, I know. I was going to say that I've said a lot of hurtful things to you and I don't know how you can believe I love you."

"I don't have any trouble believing that you love me, but I do wonder if you love yourself enough; I really will have to teach you a bit of self love. Now, I've not sold the shop yet and when I do I want it to be going concern, so I've got to re-open, but before I do, kiss me and tell me you love me again, it'll help me get through the day."

I think she got though the day relatively well since I was detailed off to a number of tasks that included doing the washing, vacuuming, preparing lunch and taking Rebecca out in her pusher. Fortunately I was not sent out to do the shopping because Willow's was the only shop in the place.

I helped again with the evening meal and even participated in putting Rebecca to bed. After Ann departed Willow sat down to deal with the days takings while I sat and feasted my eyes on her.

Eventually she closed the books and looking at me asked, "Do you think we're friends enough to share the same bed?"

"I'm going to marry you, aren't I, isn't that friendly enough?"

She came and sat on my lap and kissing me said, "Of course it is, but do you want to take the risk?"

"Risk?"

"Yes, the risk of becoming daddy again?"

"You mean you could get..."

"Yes, I could."

"Then I'll only risk it if when you do get pregnant you don't run away again."

"No more running away darling, you're stuck with the three of us now...or possible four."

"Do you think it might be a boy next time?"

"Darling, unless you take me to bed and start the process we'll never know."

"Yes, I suppose you're right – you know we've really been quite abstemious."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, only once in four years." 

Epilogue

I could say it was a happy ending, but more accurately it was a happy beginning.

I got a good job; the business was sold and we bought a house with the money; mother squawked a bit when I told her Willow and I were going to get married, but then she calmed down and decided she liked the grandmother image. Father? Well, he winked at me a bit lasciviously and said, "Don't blame you boy, one of the best looking and nicest women I've ever met."

Willow wasn't pregnant when we got married but was soon after. It was another girl so we decided to give it one more try and then take advantage of some of the modern contraceptive methods. 

I'd better stop now because its my turn to change Felicity.



Willow



Riding my pushbike to work one morning last week, I was delayed when a twig protruding from a shrub by the path dislodged the chain. I needed to stop the bike and untangle it from the derailleur gear sprocket on the back wheel. It would be a straight-forward operation. My brother taught me and his two other sisters how to maintain and repair our own bicycles when we started riding. 

I stepped away from the cycleway to leave it clear for other cyclists and joggers, and inverted the bike near a fallen branch. I sat on the branch under a tree similar to a willow tree. All its leaves were dead on the ground and long hanging branches of varying width from hair-like to much thicker cord-like branches hanging down almost to ground level, blowing in the light breeze,. 

I noticed that some of the lighter stringy hangings had wound themselves around my tool kit hanging from the rear of the seat. They appeared to be holding on tenaciously and I was unable to pull them away to untangle them. Others began to wind around the fingers of my right hand and as I tried to pull them off my hand with the fingers of my other hand, I began to feel a measure of panic as the tree was doing everything to prevent me from doing anything I was attempting. As my other hand became caught up, I realised I was being held captive, by a TREE!

I snapped my hands together to try and maintain some last desperate control over them, but I was no match for the strength of the fragile looking tree branch strings. My hands were being separated and thicker cords wrapped around my wrists and began to raise me to my feet. I shook my shoulders in a violent shimmy, struggling to try and free myself from these frightening flexible pendants descending from the tree, but it was no use. I began screaming at my helplessness. 

Passers by slowed down to watch what was making me struggle and call out. At the same time, thick ropes of vine like branches coiled around my ankles and alarmingly spreading my legs apart. I began to fall backwards when the cords around my wrist caught my arms and prevented me from falling. 

One man came over to try and rescue me from my predicament and thin cords began whipping at his face and neck. 

He yelled out loudly, 'It stung my eyes. It stung my eyes.'

He ran back, blindly holding his hands over his face. 

As the vine like cords began pulling on my arms and lifting my weight from the ground, more people had gathered to witness my captivity. Tiny cottons hanging from the tree began to slither under the tight T-shirt I was wearing and began tearing at the fabric slowly shredding until I was wearing only my bra and Lycra shorts, riding sneakers and bike helmet. Then the tiny strings made short work of my bra, cutting quickly through the straps and I watched in shock as my intimate undergarment fell to the ground exposing my 34-inch tits, my nipples standing out, betraying my aroulas and my self conscious shame and embarrassment added to my helpless bondage. 

Next, and to my horror, I could feel the insistent tiny strings slithering up under my Lycra shorts that came down to just above my knees. I felt more comfortable not wearing nickers under my sports Lycra, apparently a practice shared by most serious cyclists.

I looked down in dismay as my last garment began to disintegrate, baring my legs, my buttocks and finally my clipped pubic hair in full view of my growing audience standing around fascinated but unable to help. I looked down and saw shreds of my red and white shorts scattered on the ground below me.

I called out in horror, 'WHAT can I DO? What's HAPPENING to me?'

I looked up and saw dozens of the strings from the willow tree descend towards me, and the ends began to rub lightly over my body and the feeling was like a very light massage. It seemed like the tree was lightly feeling me all over. I did not feel any less terrified. 

There was no pain but the strings appeared to be trying to learn something about my body. Whenever I gave a ticklish reaction, numerous other strands would gather in the place where I first reacted. They had gathered densely in places where I became aroused in spite of my fear, such as my neck, ears, under my arms, particularly my nipples. My whole upper body had thick clusters of strings, insistently caressing me. Somewhere inside the fear, I was becoming aroused by this tree. It seemed to be behaving as though it had some definable goal concerning me. 

Then even more strands descended lower and began to feel my buttocks and as I responded more joined them and felt me between the cheeks of my arse. As they discovered my anus, I could not stop gasping in pleasure. Several of them wound into a thicker cord and penetrated my anus forming a knot inside, and began to gently tug outwards on my rear entry. I knew by the size of that lump inside me, it would never come out without tearing me or doing some serious damage. The pressure was not very strong, just enough to keep me highly aroused. 

Then other strings began feeling the full length of my legs and when they reached my toes, I began to react. More clusters gathered around my feet caressing them lightly.

Inevitably, the hair-like strings were exploring my pubic hair and the creases between my legs. As they started to open the folds over my clitoris, a wave of pleasure coursed through my whole body and a dense gathering began tickling my clitoris. Some found their way into my by now moist cunt. The lips were pushed wide apart and the hair wove itself into thicker strings. When the thickly corded strands had stretched me wide open, the strings withdrew from me and gradually a large knot formed in the thickened rope on the outside of my helpless cunt about 14 inches from the end. Then the end of the rope snaked into my slavering cunt and another knot formed inside me. Another eight inches of these strings unravelled deeply into my vagina and began exploring my inside.

I was a helpless captive hovering above the ground with dozens of curious eyes on me. My embarrassment was now completely subsumed by my arousal and the crowd that had built up watched as my helpless body, invaded by thick cords, was aroused beyond anything I could have imagined from anything I had experienced before. 

My neck, ears, under-arms, nipples and toes were keeping my body fully engaged. The internal invasion of the knotted rope gently pulling on my anus was keeping me fully aroused, but the ingenious rope that was pushing and pulling on my cunt lips was pressuring my clitoris and releasing that pressure every second while the knotted lump inside my cunt was throbbing as it pulled lightly on me as if trying to escape, and there were numerous strings feeling around the inner walls of my vagina. I knew my climax was approaching and I was helpless to prevent it.

The rope that had for all intent, raped me, was now beginning to thicken even further and began shuddering, fucking my cunt mercilessly, using my whole body to gratify its obvious intent.

Three distinctive pressures ministered my nether region with one-second intervals between them. One would pull lightly on the knotted vine inside my anus, then on release one would apply pressure on my clitoris and the third would pull out, tugging at the drenched inside of my helpless cunt. Each action drove me closer to an unstoppable climax.

It all finally sent me over the edge. I began twitching, my muscles squeezing my anus and cunt over the invasive cords inside my body. My climax shattered my whole body with after shocks driving me to exhaustion, until I finally lost consciousness. 

Waking sometime later, lying on the ground, people had begun to disperse. The man who had tried to help me earlier, offered me his long pullover to wear in the interest of modesty and helped me to re-locate the chain. 

He said to me, 'You looked like you were being raped. I wished I could have done something.'

'What happened when I passed out?' I asked.

'The rope untied itself and slid out from your entries and let you down to the ground gently, then restored itself to the tree with no evidence of what had just happened. When it began lashing me and whipping my eyes, I thought it was acting like a jealous lover. But I couldn't help watching. You looked very vulnerable and beautiful. I was unable to protect you. I'm sorry.'

'Thank you for trying. You probably felt as helpless as I did. I must have looked grotesque hanging up there with ropes hanging out of me like that', I said.

'To be honest, it was the most erotic image I can imagine. I became very horny and I'm afraid I ejaculated in my undies when you started gasping. It's getting very sticky. But I can say this. I don't think I was the only person turned on by that image,' he said. 

'I must go now. I will continue riding to work where I have a change of clothes. Can you write my number down so you can call me and I will return your pullover? My name's Maree. Thanks for your help,' I said. 'I'll see you soon. 'Bye.' 

I gave him my number and rode away. 

When I next rode past that tree, I glanced at the ground and found other shreds of clothing, which were not mine. 

Maybe onlookers from that day returned for close encounters with the same tree. 

Perhaps I might stop there myself one more time, just to see what might happen. 

I gave him my number and rode away.



Willow and Kennedy do Rio



Willow was sucking on Kennedy's four inch clit like it was a micro cock while she rammed a huge pink ten inch long, five inch thick, glass dildo in her cunt. Kennedy instantly began creaming and as Slayer's are apt to do she came like a fucking hydrant. Willow tried to stretch her jaw across Kennedy's gaping gash to swallow it all but the stream was so hard it forced the Witch's head back! Kennedy started screaming like a hardcore sex seargent, "Swallow all my fucking cum, cunt, lap that fucking shit up!" Willow's aura glowed white a second giving her enough power to go back down on Kennedy's projectile cumquatting, swallowing at least a quarter gallon of Slayer cum until both their auras shivered a white glow and they both passed out on their bed. 

Willow always thought, being the genius that she is, that swallowing enough Slayer orgasm would eventually evolve her body into a Slayer. Slayer jizz being what transfers the power afterall. 

Willow was dreaming about getting fucked again though, very hard, and she woke up realizing Kennedy was now ramming the glass piece in her! 

Willow had always been a tight cunt Kennedy thought from the first day she laid eyes on her. She wanted to make her pussy big the precise second she saw her. But she was all polite and save the world day so she opted to pass for awhile. Then the whole deal with the evil dude she fried and she knew Willow was hers! Kennedy screams at Willow, "Do you like how that glass cock feels, Witch?" 

"Yeah, baby, please fuck harder and flick my fucking clit you slut..." 

Ramming the glass piece even harder caused Willow to squeal so Kennedy expertly peeled back her cunt to expose her little inch long clit and flicked it several times with her middle finger. It felt like a rubber band being snapped against her engorged sex while the full ten inches were slammed in her hole torqueing over her G-spot. She squirted cumquatting out for about thirty seconds raving at Kennedy, "Oh you fucking Slayer whore gulp my Witch shit, bitch!" Then she just insanely screams and creams bucking against Kennedy's face that's firmly attached to her sex as soon as she pulls the cock out to rub Willow's clit while she lets all the cream slide down her throat. After about half a minute of pure writhing like this Keneddy drops the piece and flicks her clit a few more times causing aftershocks that rock Willow's body so she coosubmissively , "Ohhhh you always fuck me the hardest Kennedy..." 

While Willows still cumming Kennedy jams her whole fist into Willow's pussy while catching a lip lock on her clit sending her into the second straight minute of orgasm. Willow appears to be in a sex seizure at this point with the Slayer's arm fisting inside her while her superstrength tongue flicks over her clit. Willow's in heaven, fireworks go off inside her head and rocket ships go off. 

Kennedy orders her to answer, "DO YOU LIKE CUMMING ALL OVER MY FUCKING ARM AND GETTING YOU'RE FUCKING PUSSY SLAYED WITCH?!" Willow was speechless, just screaming with sexfull abandon, unable to form a coherent sentence. 

Willow and Kennedy's wicked sex magick was working. Everyday after they trained at the Watcher's Mansions in Sao Paulo they'd go to the townhouse in Rio to prowl the nightlife for vamps then bang the night away after their shift was over. Eventually they just started to live in the townhouse so they could get a feel for Rio because from what they'd learned from sources they'd made is that something bigtime's going down in Rio Demonville. When they finally got a true clue they found out it might be something more than a few Slayers would be able to handle.

They found out there was going to be a demon prison break out in a South American facility under the rain forests of Brazil. It was so large it housed over ten thousand demons in ancient demonic caves that had been converted to cells below the country years ago in the Bush administration using military technology twenty years ahead of its time. It was the precursor to the Sunnydale Initiative that caused Adam. From rumors on the street of the few demons who had escaped they said the cyberdemon process was basically 'down pat', the cyberdemons were in control, and they'd planned on summoning the First Evil back into corporeal form using hypervirtual zero point frequencies tuned directly at the Amazon Hellmouth itself within the next few days!

That was such awful news that Willow and Kennedy had to fuck immediately since their pussies were always drenched for each other so much to the point it was pointless to wear pants or even panties anymore. They just wore skirts for the easy access or dark black spandex shorts. With the skirts their legs had a constant gleam that looked like they were sweating but since Rio was so warm no one could really tell it was their vaginal juices lathering their legs because they were in a perpetual state of heat. If the spandex was dark enough it just looked like they were sweating heavily but you could obviously tell. Their dot cycles were in tune and they had their flow about once every six months for a day or so because they were both so powerful which is when they usually wore pants. But they were their hottest on that day.

After they sexed in a little Witch Slayer 69 where they each came several times they sat discussing how they should get into the cyberdemon prison and stop their dire plan. Willow said she could have Buffy call Riley but Kennedy nixed that idea because she didn't wanna have to call on Buffy and the Immortal everytime some demons were trying to kill the world. She wanted them to save the world, she wanted to save the world as many times with Willow as Buffy had. That made Willow hot like a socket so she instantly commanded Kennedy to spank her cunt so Kennedy hauled off and started smacking it hardcore causing it to swell as Willow bit her lip at the pain.

[Willow] "You fucking whore beat it like Buffy never did!"

[Kennedy] "Oh you gotta bad fucking kitty, Will!"

[Willow] "Oh Kenn please purr my kitty now you hurt her..."

[Kennedy] "Ooh I'm gonna drink your purring milk..."

Willow panted as Kennedy gently slid her fingers in and out while pulling a pocket rocket dildo from the dresser. Kennedy used it to tweak Willow's clit until Kennedy could suck on it like a little inch long cock while vibrating what she could of its base. This sent Willow over the edge with having five fingers jousting in her sex while her clit got brained and vibed! Willow's cum shot out like a fountain for about twenty seconds and Kennedy gulped it all while vibing her clit. After about a minute when Willow's spasms had calmed down she could hear her orgasm swishing in Kennedy's mouth. Kennedy frenched Willow transferring the muc between their mouths in a naughty wet kiss.

[Willow] "Oh you milk my fucking cunt so hot!"

[Kennedy] "Fuckin A my lil slut fuck."

They continue making out, taking the muc from their mouths and smearing it all over their bodies, until as they kneel their on their silky orgasmed circular bed, Willow uses a couple fingers to start to masturbate Kennedy's half engorged two inch clit. Kennedy begins breathing heavily pleading, "Oh jerk my little Slayer cock baby..."

[Willow] "Always, I love jerking your lil cock baby...ooh she's getting bigger I can feel it...you're gonna..."

[Kennedy] "Oh fuck stick your hand in my pussy!"

[Willow] "Oh I'm pounding your fucking cunt with my fist!"

[Kennedy] "You're makin me cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!"

[Willow] "Cum harder then bitch!"

Kennedy went limp submissively to the bed as she got her pussy reamed by almost three quarters of Willow's little arm! Kennedy could only speak in breaths, totally digging the cunt stuffing, "Oh...God...I'm...cum...ming...so fucking....harrrrrd!" Her pussy was frothy with pearly cream as she screamed that she loved Willow's fucking rod in her hot twat.

They both napped and after they cleaned up and went to the locale graveyard to patrol for vamps. They were still discussing the whole cyberdemon crisis when they got jumped by a pack of Grappler demons round midnight. The demons were ugly and large with extremely thick bodies all standing over six feet tall, towering over the Witch and Slayer. They didn't do much but grunt though as Willow's hair turned white when she summoned her new powers! The grappler demons just kept coming though, there had to be over forty of them. Willow and Kennedy started kickboxing them, just trying to get away, but they were surrounded by the Grappler monsters!

[Kennedy] "What are they waiting for?"

[Willow] "Someone must want our audience."

A Warlock blinks into place standing on a crypt, he was wickedly Arabic handsome, but they could both instantly sense his evil nature. He stood there in the whole Matrix leather trench scanning them for a moment until his Latin accent prosed through.

[Warlock] "Dark forces rally against you two this eve it means my dreams come true by vanquishing you!"

[Willow] "Barrier!"

Willow realized his spell would do them in if she didn't raise her orb dome shield. It flashes a blue energy burst when the spell is deflected into one of the Grappler's vaporizing it into flames!

[Kennedy] "Oh I'm gonna slay you really hard for that!"

The other Grappler's move over pounding their fists on the field, crawling over each other on top of it, like a Grappler net on Willow's barrier shutting out the fool moonlight leaving them in darkness.

[Willow] "They're too strong I can't hold it up much longer baby, we need a plan!"

[Kennedy] "Quit being a fucking weak cunt Willow, expand your shield and blow them all off!"

[Willow] "Heh, heh you said blow them all off!"

It was an angry laugh she used to call the strength up to blast all the Grappler demons about the cemetary with. They both looked for the Warlock, Willow looking like she was woozy from a head rush, but he blinked right behind her, grabbed her ass, and blinked her out of sight!

[Kennedy] "Willoooow, no!"

A Grappler hit her from behind with a double forearm pounding her back, it knocked her sensless for a second but she was up brawling three back with a spin kick until they overwhelmed her. No barrier to protect her she stood there trying to defeat them all! Soon she was overwhelmed by seventy Grapplers who laid her unconscious and took her down into the crypt.

Willow awoke groggily, vigorously rubbing her clit, feeling like she was pumped full of the Neo XTC street drug that was running rampant around Rio these days. She suddenly remembered she wasn't in her room and instead lying on some black silk circular bed in a mansion somewhere with a perfect skyroof view of the full moon. She wanted to stop rubbing her pussy but she couldn't so she looked for anything in the room. It was Royal court style with an ornately jet onyx carved Throne, floor, and walls on one end and a plasma screen Bose system playing the Right of Spring on the other end. The classical music turned her on even more as she started to finger herself and use her fingers power to vibe her clit at the same time so she cums. The Warlock blinks in front of her watching her cum spew from her hole. He catches a little on his index, licking it off as she starts to cum harder knowing he's watching.

[Warlock] "Willow stop I freeze your time except for your head and eyes."

The Warlock puts a time freeze spell on her even freezing her cum in midrope ejected across the bed. Her whole body stops in mid gyration with her legs spread as far as possible with her head arched forward and her eyes poised on her cumming pussy. This enraged her, she hated when she couldn't cum, so she tried a counterspell but the Neo XTC had taken away her power of speech! The Warlock snakes his way up to her swallowing her frozen cum strings hanging in midair which turns her on hotter. He starts to work his tongue across her pale toes, up her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs until he circles her sex once then goes down on her underverses lips. He flicks her clit like a rubber band getting it hard and she throws her head back totally getting aroused but the cum unable to begin bubbling in her frozen pussy! She felt like she was going to explode! He must have worked her over for a good twenty minutes down there with the full treatment of licking and sucking her clit until his saliva gleamed around her entire frozen sex.

[Warlock] "I hypnotize your mind with mine so you're my whore forevermore!"

He said the spell right as plunged his thick nine inch cock into her frozen hole to the hilt. She screamed loud but was still unable to cum for real or even speak. She came in her head at least three times when he was going down on her and when he thrust it right across the G-spot she came for about ten seconds straight as the Warlock pounded through her mental aftershocks. His spell had worked, she now was totally submissive for his cock. She kept coming for at least twenty more minutes alas unable to come for real. Her imaginary cum drove her insane. She flew through the levels of her mind like she was falling through hell on her way to heaven.

His cock grew at least an inch and she could tell he was going to cum. She tried to clench her lips down on him unable as another intense imaginary orgasm reaped through her brain, "Oh Willow my spell is cast we're always lovers in the future, present, and the past!" The Warlock cums hard inside her pussy but hers overflows flooding out on his stomach and dampening the silk half the bed across! Her second orgasm was so hard it blasted his cock right out of her pussy with a flood of cum that's drenching his face when he lands on the onyx floor, knocked half unconscious!

Evil Willow's standing over him, cumming all over his naked, hard, body. Her hair negatively flashed black when she summoned her demon energy after penting it all up so long. She sprayed her cum all over his face raving at him, "Swallow it all you fucking cocksucker! You wanna get raped well I've got a fuckin rape for you!" Using her forcenergy she lifted his still throbbing cock and sat right down on it cowgirl as he hazily continues to come back to his senses. Pinning his arms with hers she started to grind her black hole down on his axis. Within three pumps the Warlock knew if she kept going she was going to grind his cock right fucking off! He tried to use his power to copy powers to copy her Evil Willow power but Evil Willow anticipated this using a spell.

[Willow] "I reverse your power to copy you evil Warlock fool!"

Willow swallows the Warlock's spirisoul, his body and mind whole right as she crunched his cock with her pussy. When she energetically swallowed the Warlock down her throat...to her utmost horror she discovers that as much as it was a Warlock it was someone else much more evil altogether.

Kennedy wasn't faring any better on her end. She was in some sacrificial chamber over the Helljaws staring down at the intricate metallic hellastrological symbols on the Hellmouth proper. Chained to an X shape metallic crucifix she couldn't move at all. The Grapplers stroked their nine inch cocks hard around her when she realized she's naked. Her bronze hue gleams in the hundred degree temperature. One Grappler demon gets too enthused and cums causing all the other demons to laught at him but just the sight and scent of the demon cumming his blue jizz grossed Kennedy out and got her real wet again.

[Kennedy] "If you wanted to tie me up naked all you hadda do was ask."

A little dark stream of energy orbs appears before her so brightly she blinks for a second as it ebbs down. Taking a peek through her eyelashes she sees a little hummingbird at first so Kennedy asks politely, "Who are you, why're you doin this?" Kennedy opened her eyes further seeing it wasn't a hummingbird, it was a little demon fairy with nubian skin, horns, and an adorable little eight inch long spiked tail. Just the sight of this evil fairy vixen made Kennedy's pussy cream into drive! The evil fairy trailed her dark orbs the whole length of Kennedy's body several times at superspeed making her lips quiver drizzles of cum.

[Kennedy] "Oh please fuck me Evil Fairy!"

The demon fairy motions for the Grappler that just came to step up behind her perfectly angled ass on the X crucifix and began nailing his still rock hard cock in and out of her cunt!

[Kennedy] "Oh you fucking beast get your goat cock outta my hole!"

The Slayer's wicked magick sex energies mingled with the Grapplers cum as she milked him our. Her walls started to tighten when his cock expanded and she came all over him. Although she kept squeezing her walls until she'd bit his cock right off and he pulled out a bare nub! The demon wailed in pain as the others laughed at him again! She spit the cock back out her pussy.

[Kennedy] "And stay out!"

The demon fairy shimmered half a yard in front of her face saying, "Good show, Slayer, hahaha!"

[Kennedy] "I won't be your entertainment for long! What's your name, who are you?!"

The demon fairy says her name is Fuxy Brown opening her top dropping her DD cups showing her horned three inch nipples! Fuxy rips of her skirt and bangs her little black pussy with that eight inch long tail. Kennedy creamed as the demon fairy tucked her whole tail up in her tiny little body! Suddenly her high pitch fairy voice squeaked as the tail burst out of her dripping with sex! Fuxy could sense that Kennedy's pussy was lubricating while she put her show on so she wiggles her fingers for two more Grapplers to come at her from each side and fuck her ass and pussy simultaneously.

[Kennedy] "Yeah come on boys I'm trainin cocks and the first lesson's free..."

She flexed her pussy gape powerfully like a vice but the demon fairy scooted down there and went to sucking on her inch hardened clit. Fuxy was perfectly proportioned to blow this micro-cock and in a second it grew an inch. Fuxy jerked it propositiong Kennedy.

[Fuxy] "I'll suck your tiny Slayer cock if you let them fuck your ass and cunt."

[Kennedy] "Yeeeeeeees, please do it!"

The Grapplers went to work devastating her holes in a double penetration frenzy. Fuxy fully aroused the clit cock and deep throated it while humming a little wicked fairy tune sending a mind shattering orgasm through Kennedy's holes! Her clamps eat up two more Grappler cocks and she spits them out still moaning from the evil fairy blowjob turned handjob again.

[Fuxy] "You're a fucking NAUGHTY Slayer, whore! These Grapplers aren't cheap!"

[Kennedy] "Ohhhh, uhhh, Fuxy I'm cumming...whatta you want with me evil fairy?!"

[Fuxy] "I'm going to make your cock bigger..."

[Kennedy] "Noooo, it's too big already!"

Fuxy summoned two more Grapplers except this time she had them double penetrate her pussy's hole. She tried to squeeze them off but it just too much in one hole for her to do it without cumming again. They fucked her hard for about twenty minutes working her up until they finally hit her G-spot right as the evil fairy engorged her whole pussy on Kennedy's clit cock! The Grapplers came and Kennedy ground their cocks to sludge, spewing it out with her cum fountain as she was still getting screwed by Fuxy Brown!

[Kennedy] "Oh God that's how it feels for a fucking man!"

Fuxy rode her clit cock in cowgirl using Kennedy's six pack abs to grip with. Fuxy moaned and her sex lathered but she hadn't cum yet and informed Kennedy, "If you let me make it a little thicker and longer I can cum, Slayer..."

[Kennedy] "YES, I wanna feel you fucking cum on my big fat Slayer cock!"

The demon fairy motioned for three Grapplers and began to weave her spell...

Willow stood in shock and terror after she energetically swallowed the Warlock's body because his body was merely being overshadowed by Dracula himself! She sits there riding Dracula's eleven inch marble fucking pole blooding his cum up inside her to turn her into a vampire! When she comes back to her senses after the pleasure's tuned out she suddenly uses the Warlock's power to blink off him! Dracula catches the other shots of his cum all down his throat, is perfectly clothed, and standing next to her in a flash rubbing her hair. In his Transylvanian accent he coos into her ear with the vicious lip.




Willow and Kennedy do Rio



[Dracula] "You're so much easier than Buffy."

Her post orgasmic shiver stance she'd taken after blinking to the side of the Throne turned to rage when she heard this and she looked him right in the eyes but he already had her with his hypnotizer stare!

[Dracula] "Bend over the Throne, Willow."

[Willow] "Yes, Master."

She assumed the position so he returned the favor by pistoning her pussy for the next hour in every position on the dark Throne. They finally came together in a shattering climaxed when Willow realized she's going to be a vampire if he cums inside her more! 

[Willow] I can't beat his hypnotizer stare and his cock's too big and hard to crunch plus Kennedy's somewhere probably getting fucked without me that little slut! I know what I'll do!

[Dracula] "Oh what will you do little vampling witch?"

Dracula reads her thoughts cumming hard inside her causing her to scream so loud and fuck so furiously the Throne they were sitting on detonates as Willow screams, "Barrier!" Even before the rubble settles Willow's walking toward Dracula who was blown into the plasma screen.

[Willow] "You stole my girl, raped my cunt, and nigh turned me into a vampire, for this you die Dracula!"

[Dracula] "That's been said many times, many way..."

The electric shocks from the plasma screen still run through Dracula's body as he quips a grin to her eurovamp style.

[Willow] "Fuck you, Crapula!"

[Dracula] "Is now too soon?"

Evil Willow drives her arm into his chest free hovering them up through the skylight into the full moonlight! She physicastrally rips out his hart and vaporizes it in her palm allowing him to fall so the bed below was silky ash. Her body twitched then she could feel the turn in her stomach like she was dying because his bloodline was still alive in her. Dracula coalesced in the room below watching her hover there as she changed into a supervamp in the lunarshine!

Kennedy, on the other hand, was submitting and taking a cock in her pussy, ass, and letting one fuck her throat as the evil fairy Fuxy Brown worked her wicked sex magick on Kennedy's four inch clit to make it bigger. The whole area began to glow with dark energy orbs and blue swirls.

[Fuxy] "I summon the Fith Fath to morph thy clit into a cock powered by my bod."

The most intense orgasm's Kennedy experienced happened within the next twenty minutes as she was gang fucked by so many Grapplers she lost count. She wasn't even crunching them anymore cause it just made her that much tighter for the next demon. She was full to the hilt in her big three holes with blue Grappler jizz and her pussy was supercumming onto the Helljaws below her! Kennedy was weeping so hard at the waterfall of cum gushing from her but the Hellmouth hellastrological symbols started to turn and open up the gateway to the underverses proper!

[Kennedy] "No, no, don't open up the Helljaws or I won't do the magic!"

[Fuxy] "The ubervamps below will know you're evil Kennedy, they'll pass right by you, and give you a decent shagging first."

[Kennedy] "No, no there's cyberdemons, if they get out they'll slaughter us both!"

[Fuxy] "Oh that's just a myth to make little demons go to sleep at night, you know that Slayer!"

[Kennedy] "No it's true, the new Watchers are really scared about this!"

[Fuxy] "Oh you know the Watchers are mortal and they're scared about everything...well it opens so we'll see soon..."

Ubervamps started pouring out running from the chamber. The ones that get a little too excited and start sniffing at Kennedy begin fucking her with their ten inch pearly cocks. She couldn't squeeze these off if she wanted to, they were the perfect strength. She was getting fucked in her asshole and cunt while sucking one as dozens more ubervamps poured out!

[Kennedy] Oh Buffy is gonna be sooooooooooo pissed!

Willow screamed at the top of her lungs causing storm clouds to start rolling in as she hovered in the air with her blue veins straining from her forehead! Lightning begins to strike and the clouds obscure half the moonlight. Dracula goads her from below, "You're becoming a true vampire Willow, embrace that evil with a vengeance!"

[Willow] "NO way Dorkula! I expel your power to the Warlock's body but keep his powers as he's propelled from me!"

Willow casts a spell causing the Warlock to come out of her mouth as a flow of dark energy that turns back into the Arabic featured evil witch. He doesn't remember what happened but feels different until he realizes he's standing on nothing but air causing him to fall down right for Dracula! Willow uses her new blinking power to find Kennedy as she disappears from the sky.

Dracula gestures his hand abating her storm clouds to clear the sky for the full moon lit night to shine through onto his milky white skin. He catches the Warlock singlehandidly dusting his leather shoulders off.

[Dracula] "You have true vampire blood within you now, try to act like it. Now what should I call you? Ah I know, 'Vampsquito'!"

[Vampsquito] "Yes, Master."

[Dracula] "Excellent, now let's go find a bite to drink."

They morph into bats flying up into the moonlight searching for their happy meals of the night.

Meanwhile Kennedy was still in the clutches of the neanderthal ubervamps. They had big alien like skulls and wicked pale dream demon faces with bulky bodies and torn dark leather clothes. They were purely feral vamps, no language but the grunting and screaming of their orgy with Kennedy. She knew if any of them started to cum inside her they'd make her an ubervamp and sure enough right as she thought it she clenched down cumming on all their big marble cocks causing them to fuck their cum into all three of her holes! 

Willow blinks in from behind just as Kennedy's orgasm ignites the ubervamp explosion into her loins! Kennedy's head is now locked in a vice so the ubervamps could pummel her mouth better so she can't move her neck to see Willow's changed appearance yet.

[Willow] "Oh you fucking Slayer whore you're doing ubervamps now after all I just went through for you!"

The ubervamp pulls out of her mouth spraying all over her face so she can respond.

[Kennedy] "Oh you know you fucked the Warlock too slut!"

[Willow] "So what I was Sunnydale Scooby before you were an ubervamp fucking WHORE!"

[Kennedy] "Just fucking get me out of here!"

[Willow] "Oooh the Almighty Slayer laid fucking low over the Hellmouth and you're fucking whore cum opened it up, didn't it?!"

[Kennedy] "BITCH, just shut the fuck up and get us out of here!"

[Willow] "Magicus Telemus!"

She casts a spell in Latin causing magical negative energy missiles to vanquish dozens of ubervamps as the Helljaws seal back up. The ubervamps cocks are all turned to dust in Kennedy's pussy and she goes, "Ewwwwwwww!" 

[Willow] "So, you fucking little rank...arrogant...amateur, all tied up with no demons to fuck cause I had to vanquish them all for your sorry ass Slayer cunt!"

[Kennedy] "FUCK YOU Witch! Get me fucking down!"

[Willow] "Oh, fuck your world bitch, get yourself fucking down, Houdini that shit out, I'll time you Batgirl!"

Kennedy's holes still gape like baseball bats had been pounding her but Kennedy innocently breathes, "Willow please...we have to stop the ubervamps that got out before they take over Rio!"

[Willow] "You know what, you're right, but first I have to shove something really fucking huge in your wicked little sex magick cunt to make your lips shut the fuck up!"

[Kennedy] "No, please don't, we have to go, my cunt's too drained to do it more..."

Kennedy broke off the head restraint looking back at Willow's evolved form in astonishment. Her hair was now dyed pitch black with white and purple highlights going through it. Her skin was a paler shade of milk and blue veins popped out from her face and forehead. All she had on was a two piece dark maroon leather ensemble sans underwear of course. Willow's fat pale C-cups jiggled as she waved her hand using a forcenergy string to pull the X crucifix up from the Hellmouth proper. Willow hovered it upwards to get a better look at Kennedy's gangbanged ass but she gasps seeing a flacid nine inch long, six inch thick, black cock and balls hanging from where Kennedy's clit used to be and her pussy still gaping juices out below! Kennedy's naked sweat gleamed body looked embarrassed and tried to stare away but Willow gripped her face with forcenergy and Kennedy started to cry now knowing the dark fairy tricked her! Willow just adds her disapproval causing the Slayer to cry even harder, "Oh you're an evil little fucking minx too aren't you what the fuck did you do, WTF DID YOU DO?!"

After Kennedy told her the story she asked what happened to Willow and she told her.

[Kennedy] "You fucking Babylon whore you fucked the Warlock and Dracula for hours while I was down here gangbanging ugly ass beasty demons! I won't forgive you until I fucking fuck your little cunt with my new cock, slut!"

[Willow] "Well then before I get to sucking how about we give that pussy of yours some more training, hm?"

[Kennedy] "No...please Willow...my kitty can't purr anymore..."

[Willow] "Then we'll make your cat's cunt roar!"

A Grappler demon that had survived was going to attack Willow from behind but she just ripped off its humongous arm and flicked some dark light fire back from her palm vanquishing it to flames. The lime green demon arm was at least seven inches thick where the Grapplers cocks were only about three inches thick and the ubervamps were about four. Willow hovered the X cross up so she could admire the dark flacid monster cock and balls Kennedy now had. She used the forcenergy to flex the fingers of the demon's arm she ripped off and levitated it behind Kennedy. She had to use at least four slimey green demon fingers to start fucking Kennedy's already gaping hole from behind with her telekinesis power.

While standing there with Kennedy hovering perfectly, Willow rubbed all over the cock hardening it for the first time. Willow grabbed one of her balls and it had to be at least three quarters the size of a baseball and the other one sagged a little lower. 

[Willow] "If you want me to suck your big new cock then you have to fuck the Grappler's arm..."

[Kennedy] "Duh, just fuck me you cunt tease!"

Willow started slamming ten inches of the Grappler's arm in invigorating Kennedy's pussy to bubble again getting wild moans from her on every pistoning thrust. Willow took six soft inches of her new cock down her throat easily, she gobbled the other three inches and the whole ten inches was expertly swallowed down Willow's gagless throat! Willow had to use glamour power a little bit but she could handle it well enough and sucked it to its base an inch below Kennedy's shiny navel. Willow used her hands to massage two little nipple looking areolas on Kennedy's new balls. The nipples got hard instantly and started secreting an oil over the whole black scrotum so Willow could massage her balls better. Kennedy was in heaven again albeit standing on the Helljaws. Her huge new cock was hardening in Willow's already overstuffed throat and her cunt was being rammed by the enormous arm of a dead demon.

[Kennedy] "Ohhhhh, Willow I have a plan."

Willow struggles with the monster cock in her mouth as it starts to grow revealing more of its base causing her head to slide backwards. She telepathically speaks into Kennedy's mind though.

[Willow] ...And that plan is...?

[Kennedy] "I'm going to rape Buffy cause she's such a bitch!"

[Willow] ...Oh poor little newby Slayer you have to escape my clutches before you fuck Slutty the vamp boner...

[Kennedy] "Just fucking swallow my cock, whore!"

The Slayer insanely began to scream when Evil Willow started pumping the demons arm at superspeed causing Kennedy's pussy to overflow cum back onto the Helljaws. The Slayer's cock was at full length now at a grand total of thirteen inches long and around ten inches thick. Like a porn whore pro Willow nearly dislocates her jaw using the glamour power to suck Kennedy's enormous fucking totem pole. It was covered with dark black veins yet for the most part smooth and comely. Willow let it all out of her mouth taking a deep breath to start jerking it off with both her hands at once cupped around it as she blew the huge mushrooming head that was larger than a grapefuit. Pre cum drizzled out of the cock as the demon arm continued to flood the Helljaws with her sex again. When Willow deep throated the whole thirteen inches again and contracted her esophagus around the enormous charcoal cock she milked a whole minute of cum down her throat from it! Kennedy was coming like a tropic blizzard on both ends at the same time like she never had before and Willow finally pulled the deflating eleven inches out of her mouth with a resounding POP still jerking cum onto her face and hair commanding, "What's my fucking name, slut?!"

[Kennedy] "WILLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

Using the climaxes adrenaline rush the Slayer finally wore down her chains enough to break out of them and pounce on Willow! The X cross splashed down into the three inches of the Slayers cum that was swimming on the Hellmouth proper. Kennedy was able to use the clit cock cum in Willow's stomach as an aphrodesiac to control her mentally and emotionally as her new Super Slayer strength kicked in from the dark fairy spell that had been cast over her. Kennedy pulled Willow down into the cum lake below bending the witch over the cross.

[Willow] "Get the fuck off of me bitch, we have to go stop the ubervamps!"

[Kennedy] "Oh no, now by big fucking Super Slayer cock rapes your cumhole for a fucking hour, Willow, till your brains are fucking fucked out!"

Pure rage consumed Kennedy now after the demon gangbang she had to let her frustrations out on Willow because she was acting the bitch! Kennedy reached around pulling the demon arm out of her oversexed cooch to lift up Willow's skirt over her midriff and start spanking her ass till red welts showed up! Willow was crying out in pain as the super ass spanking she was getting really got violent until she felt the head of Kennedy's cock blistering across the welts. The thought of that big fuck rod inside her made her pussy twitch and a precum string curled out of her lips. Right as Kennedy drove all thirteen inches in to the hilt she screamed, "WHAT'S MY NAME, WHORE?!"

[Willow] "KENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

As Kennedy savaged Willows pussy causing pink cum to fly everywhere, the pink cum causes the Hellmouth to open instantly swallowing them both down into the underverses in mid stroke like the gaping maw of Earth herself wanted them deeper inside of her!

Falling into the darkness below Willow regained her senses ordering, "Fuck me in free fall bitch!" Another stroke and Willow came in free fall. Another stroke and Willow was creaming, "Oh I love your huge new cock!"

[Kennedy] "Yeah Buffy will too!"

They fall about five yards and land hard in an obsidian chamber lit by different green shimmering emerald stones so it had that Matrix tint to it with several paths branching off from the initial Helljaws chamber. Kennedy's cock was firmly planted into Willow when they whumped to the floor absolutely destroying her crotch and sending her mind into dreams. While passed out Willow was in a fight with her evil self then they did a 69 until the evil witch in her mind started fisting her really hard when Willow woke back up screaming realizing Kennedy was still humping her cut into a ravenous cumquat.

[Willow] "Fuuuuuuck! Stop, we have to get out of here!"

Kennedy just pounded harder taking any pleasure Willow was getting away and replacing it with sheer fucking pain. Even though Willow's pussy continued to cum Kennedy was using a spell through the cum the witch had swallowed and the dark fairy charm on her cock that made Willow think it hurt. It was like the reverse of when the Warlock froze her and pent her up in a good way, this sex spell's pain pent her up in a bad way. Kennedy raged at her, "How's that little whore hole feel now witch, no fucking pain no fucking gain bitch!" Willow didn't want a hard cock griding into her super dry pussy and ripping it open anymore even if it was just an evil glamour so she screamed a spell up towards the Hellmouth!

[Willow] "Hecatae...Diana, Athena, Aphrodite...give me the power to escape her pounding!"

Willow's whole aura started to glow white pushing Kennedy back a little when Willow started coming up to her hands and knees but Kennedy just started fucking her at Super Slayer speed pushing her back down! Willow started to transform beneath the Slayer as the witch's nails grew into dark talons and her nose became a snout as she was transformed into a werewolf! The beast was feral and ferocious but couldn't escape Kennedy's pro pummelling of her cunt, "Willow, you fucking dog, fuck...ing...heel, girl!" She started telling the werewolf Willow to heel everytime as she pumped in and out of her causing the canine in her to whimper and howl at the moon which was unviewable above. Willow's aura then glowed darker but had a purple tint to it as her werewolf snout and face transformed so she looked like a vampire werewolf! This new transformation gave her enough power to throw the Slayer off as they each stood there ready to fight each other to the death! The Wolvamp Willow was still dumping her cum by the ounce out of her nearly spent pussy. Willow howled so loud the chamber shook a little that kicked up a breeze blowing Kennedy's hair back!

As Kennedy screamed right back at her Willow lunged her talons at Kennedy's dark cock but they just screeched off it like her clit cock was made out of steel, "Ha, my cock's invulnerable bitch! And so am I!" The Super Slayer took ahold of Willow's wrists after headbutting her snout senseless and kneeing her in the gut, "Willow, wake the fuck up we don't have time for you to play bitch to the beast inside, wherever the fuck it came from, you have to control it or power down now!" Something within Willow realized Kennedy was trying to help her and her aura glowed again in an indigo shade as she returned to normal with her red hair and hairless body. The only hair left were two strips of bright red short curly pubes shaped in a V that went around her whole waist like a belt. They hugged kissing passionately as their pussies drained out the last bits of juice from each.

[Kennedy] "Willow, I'm sorry baby, I love you, what happened?"

[Willow] "Aw, I love you too Kennedy...it was Dracula's blood, it was still in me and it jumpstarted something that got put in me a long time ago."

[Kennedy] "What do you mean, Will?"

[Willow] "Remember I used to date Oz, my werewolf boyfriend I told you about, well one time when he came inside me his sperm must have somehow messed with my DNA so that it was a latent string and I could have had a werewolf baby sometime down the line but the thing is..."

[Kennedy] "What, baby, tell me?"

[Willow] "I can sense now that Dracula's blood isn't only vampire, it's mixed with Wolverine blood, he's a Wolvamp lycan which is what makes him so powerful. The Wolverine lycan in his blood jumpstarted Oz's blood and now I'm a Witch Wolvamp Warlock, Kennedy...and you have a foot long black cock...we're in soooooo much trouble..."

[Kennedy] "No prob Will I'll just fuck 'em all to death then they'll haveta love me!"

They both laughed and kissed looking up at the Hellmouth, "What should we do Will, can you blink us out?"

[Willow] "It's a barrier Kennedy I think if we use your dark fairy magicks and my Warlock powers we'd be able to get out."

[Kennedy] "As long as we're down here should we..."

[Willow] "Try and find the cyberdemons..."

[Kennedy] "We have to be strong enough to beat them now, I have enough power to fly I can feel it!"




Willow and Kennedy do Rio



[Willow] "Don't get cocky there could be things down here worse than anything we've ever imagined, ancient devilish things." 

[Kennedy] "Duh it's a little late for me not to get cocky, don't ya think? 



Willow Falls



Sometimes in the summer, when the sun would melt the asphalt and the wilt the church's immaculate green lawn, my friends and I would jump on our bikes and ride down to Willow Falls. It's three miles from town, through two trailer parks, past the dollar store, and over a highway. If you're still alive after playing Frogger on Rt. 22, you have two options. Either you ditch your bike and continue on foot, which can take the bulk of an hour, or you attempt to ride through the forest. The usual group was myself, Julia, Schuyler, Milo, and Maggie, though sometimes my older brother Harry would tag along, pretending to play chaperone for us. As adults only by technicality the supervision was not always ill-advised. 

If you're on a bike, Willow Falls is about twenty minutes northwest, a hop skip and a trek through some of the state's most impenetrable old growth forest. At the entrance to the Falls we would dump our wheels in the area under an old tree with massive, arching roots and enough space to fit two or three people comfortably. That tree is something special. It's where I first discovered pot, where I learned how to kiss and do other things, where I made a blood oath with my brother to always be at his side. We call it Home Tree. 

We first discovered Willow Falls following a deer path all the way from the edge of town; when we found the deer's destination it had nearly killed us. The path drops suddenly away to a treacherous gravel slope, which is the only way to access the falls. The first time we were here I had tumbled ass over teakettle down the slide, eventually landing on face first in the dirt at the bottom. Since then we've tried to be more careful, with mixed results. 

God, if the dangers aren't worth it though. Willow Falls is the leftover landscape from a million years of glacial carving followed shortly by twenty or so years of explosive salt mining. In effect, what was created is a massive bowl filled with the most crystal blue water you've been blessed to see, fed by a thin, wide waterfall that forms the curtain to a large and open cavern. The area is mostly untouched during the summer months, save for the occasional pro hiker or enterprising teenage party host. What's truly miraculous about the Falls is that the aforementioned treacherous path really is the only way to get to there. The water in the bowl runs off through a thicket into a deep swamp, which is eventually sifted off into several tributaries that lead to the closest lake. After the Great Depression took the miners permanently out of town they left pieces of their infrastructure, most notably a few crumbling cement structures that sit on the edge of the bowl, at the base of the ragged cliffs that surround the place. 

We clambered down the gravel cliff, stripping our shirts and shorts off in anticipation of the sweet, cool water. I went first, as usual the guinea pig for my friends. I barely had the time to pull my jeans from my ass before I hit the water. It felt like rebirth, the sweat wicking away from my skin, the cool pressure on my face and shoulders and eyelids. I lingered for a moment, then heard a huge splash from beside me. Enter weirdos, stage left. 

"Last one in spots the weed!" Milo shouted as he threw his right shoe to the shore and tumbled into the water. Julia laughed and dove in after him. Schuyler was already floating next to me, leaving Maggie standing on the bank, fully unclothed, flipping the bird at Milo 

"I'll give you a discount, okay?" he said. Maggie shook her head wordlessly, but smiled, held her nose and jumped into the drink. 

I couldn't help but watch the girls as they floated around the water. Their nipples were stiff from the cold, and every so often I would catch a flash of pink or brown as they twisted and somersaulted, playing little games with each other and giggling. 

"Hey Andy, see something you like?" said Julie teasingly. I snapped to attention, and realized I had been staring wordlessly at her large, buoyant breasts, framed like artwork by her long blonde hair. She was grinning from ear to ear. 

"I see two somethings actually. Go fuck yourself Jules." 

She laughed and splashed at my face, then jumped on my back and tackled me. The feeling of her breasts pressed against my back was not lost in the water. 

We passed the afternoon laughing, playing Maggie's guitar, swimming, and taking little sips from the flask I had brought. When the sun got lower Milo suggested we retreat to the cave. There was unanimous approval. 

"You know, Sky, you're really really hot," Julia said. We were sitting on the rough floor of the cave, drying out in the heat of our fire. Milo had brought an airtight bag of kindling and a lighter, and there was a pile of wood leaning against the side of the cavern, which we had painstakingly gathered from the woods and swum over to the cave a few weeks ago. 

Schuyler blushed in the firelight. Or maybe it was the red dusk on her face. 

"No, but seriously, I am loving the Amazon look you've been doing lately. And definitely loving that." Julia wagged a finger at Schuyler's small patch of black pubic hair. It was artfully shaved into a downward facing arrow. Schuyler giggled and looked down. She shifted her hips so that we could all see the arrow more clearly. I had noticed it earlier in the day, but I could tell that Schuyler was feeling self-conscious about it and so I hadn't brought it up. Julia apparently lacked that particular tact. 

"I used my new razor for it. You really like it?" She poked around the hair, running her fingers through the curls. Everyone murmured their approval. 

"Was it hard to do though?" Maggie asked. She had a full bush, which complimented her petite frame surprisingly well. It looked like a section of her curly, shoulder length locks had relocated themselves South just for a while. 

"Well, I mean, you know my hair," Schuyler said, running her fingers through her dark wet curls. The afro which she usually tied back or pushed away with a headband was laying limp around her shoulders. "If it's possible for me, it's possible for anyone." 

"I'm not so sure how good of an indicator scalp follicles are of pube ones," said Milo. His hair was a light brown, honey blond in the sun, but his eyebrows and body hair were darker than even mine. 

Julia shrugged. "I like it that, you know, we have all types of pubes represented." She gestured meaningfully down at her cleanly waxed pussy. 

"Every creed and color," I said. 

We settled into a comfortable silence and watched the fire burn low. The sky beyond the veil of water at the cavern's mouth was turning quickly purple, abandoning orange as the sun sunk below the horizon in some unseen place. 

After some time, Milo broke the quiet. "I'll grab us más wood." He stood, and walked over to the pile. The fire was slowly collapsing within its ring of stones. 

"This is nice, guys. Just this," Maggie said. I smiled. Schuyler bobbed her head in agreement. 

"Do you have more of the Jack?" Julia asked me. 

I glanced around for my flask. "Oh. Wait. I left it on the shore with our stuff. I could go get it." 

"Or I can do you one better, bud," said Milo. He held a bundle of branches under one arm, and in the other he was brandishing a small baggie. I squinted through the dim light and saw the contents: one lighter, a packet of all natural rolling papers, and enough pot to hotbox the entire cave. "Maggie offered to buy, right?" 

Maggie groaned. "Dude. I'm not going to buy weed off of you just for you to smoke half of it right now." 

"Chill. This is for you. This," he reached into the branches and pulled out another smaller bag. "Is for right now. No charge." 

"Oh. Cool. So how much for that one?" Maggie asked and gestured towards the larger stash. 

"Forty five. This is a fucking great strain, and definitely over an eighth of it. I didn't really measure." He laughed. "You've been trying to smoke with your brother for a few weeks right? Well here. Forty five." 

Maggie twisted up her face, then snatched the bag. "I'll pay you when we get back.This better be worth sacrificing an entire day's paycheck." 

"Find out, dude." Milo handed her the smaller bag, and she opened it up. A distinctive odor punched through the damp, smoky smell of the cave. As Milo tended to the fire she ground some of the weed between her fingers and deposited it on one of the papers. After a few tries at rolling on the uneven ground, we had a thick, good-looking blunt. 

"Hand me the lighter, Sky?" said Maggie. 

"Wait wait hold up," Milo said. He took the blunt, and held it close to the flames of the fire. It smoldered, then lit, and he quickly brought it to his mouth and inhaled. He held the smoke in for a long few seconds, then with an exaggerated sound blew it out through his nostrils. "Inaugural hit. Enjoy, everyone." He passed the blunt back to Maggie, who pursed her lips and took a delicate little inhale. The rose embers of the weed matched her tiny pink nipples very closely. They were hard in the cooling air. 

We rolled another blunt after the first one went to ashes, and by that time it joined its brother on the cave floor we were all very happily stoned. There was smoke of all kinds collecting on the cave ceiling, filtering out through the waterfall and escaping into the open night. 

By my best guess it was about ten at night. Plenty of time for a little more fun. 

"So, obviously we're gonna play truth or dare, right?" said Julia. Right on cue. 

Milo moaned. "I don't need games to get my rocks off." 

"Not what Kendra Goldie says," Julia muttered under her breath. 

Milo gave her a look. "Alright, fine. Jules, fucking truth or fucking dare?" 

"Fucking truth," she said. 

"What other kind?," I whispered. Schuyler giggled. 

"How many girls have you fucked?" he asked. 

"Like...oral or fingering?" 

"How many girls have you been inside or have been inside you." 

"Uhm," Julia took a moment in thought. "Three. And a half. If you're counting this college chick who would have gotten it in if she stayed awake for thirty more seconds. She was up inside my panties, and about to slip it in when I guess vodka or whatever hit her and she passed the fuck out. She was so hot though. Her tits were like-" she pushed her breasts up to illustrate her point, "huge and perky and so sensitive. Almost as big as mine." 

"Word. That's cool," Milo said. Milo's dick agreed. 

"Andrew. Truth or dare?" Julia turned to me. 

"Dare," I said. 

"I dare you to stick your dick in the fire," she said, without a moment of hesitation. 

I looked at her blankly for a second. "What? No. I mean, no. No." 

Maggie burst out laughing. "It's the rules, A! You gotta," she said. 

I looked around for help. Milo had trapped his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing. Schuyler had a look of vague disbelief. 

"Just wave it through. Ten points if you singe your pubes." Julia said. 

I looked around again, and deduced that I would be getting no help from anyone. I stood up. "Sometimes I hate all of you," I said. Without letting myself spend too long thinking about it I straddled the fire, and quickly dipped my hanging junk in and out of the licking flame. "FUHHCK!" I shouted, and jumped three feet into the air. In truth it didn't even hurt much, but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to make them feel as guilty as possible. Of course they all ended up in breathless stitches but I believe I got my point across. 

"You're the dumbest person alive," Maggie gasped from the ground. 

"Seriously, that was incredible," Schuyler said. Once it was clear that I wasn't hurt she let herself break into a full grin. 

"Okay. Fuck you," I pointed at Julia. "But I'll get you back later. Sky, truth or dare?" 

She pondered for a moment. "I'll take one dare, please." 

I raised an eyebrow. I had been planning on asking her if she had ever had a sex dream about anyone in the group. Now I was on the spot. 

"Okay, uh..." I froze. I couldn't give a dare like Julia's, especially after calling her out for it. I glanced at Schuyler. Her skin was amber in the firelight. 

"Masturbate," my mouth said. My brain stayed silent. 

Nobody uttered a sound, until the heavy silence began to drag and Schuyler let out a little laugh. 

"Alright. Fuck it. Right here?" she asked. 

I was stunned. I nodded. 

"Alright." She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rock wall. She adjusted her towel under her, and brought her hand down between her crossed legs. My brain wasn't registering what I was seeing. At first she moved slowly up and down the length of her slit, with one finger, then two. She would occasionally pause at the top and draw little circles around her clit before diving back down, pressing deeper and deeper into her folds. We sat transfixed and watched. With her other hand she reached up to her brown nipple and began fondling it between her fingers. After almost a minute of this she let out a small gasp, and her pace noticeably increased. 

"Spread your legs," I heard Maggie murmur. I glanced at her. She was clenching her forearm in her opposite hand, watching unblinkingly. 

Schuyler's eyes flitted open and she gave a small smile, then she lifted herself forward and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was nearly dripping, her wetness bright in the firelight. Her lips were smooth and black, her inner pink folds poking between them. On top of it all was that arrow, sitting on her mound like a crown. No longer did it look like a novelty; now it was a deep and lusty signal of her horniness, an invitation for our eyes. She brought her fingers back down, and this time with both hands she explored her own silky depths. After several long minutes her breathing became heavier and more ragged. Her fingers were no longer sliding lazily up and down her pussy but working furiously at her clit and thrusting into her depths. She moaned with increasing fervor, like a cat, like a whirlwind, like there was nobody else in the cave or in the world. And then her fingers became still and she gasped soundlessly and her entire body tensed as if struck by lighting. She stayed like this, breasts thrust towards the sky, pussy framed perfectly by her glistening wet fingers, for the space of two deep breaths. Then she let out the longest, most intense moan I had heard in my life, more a victory cry than a sound of sex. She convulsed for a few moments as the sound emptied her, and collapsed to the ground. She lay on her soaked towel, breathing heavily. 

Everything was in silence. It no longer smelled like water, or smoke, or weed, but like pure and primal sex. And then from behind me, in the world I had forgotten, someone began to clap. The sharp sound pulled me back from the vision of Schuyler, and I saw that it was Milo, shaking his head and clapping his hands in earnest. Maggie pulled a hand from between her thighs and joined in. Julia and I soon followed, and the atmosphere relaxed. Schuyler looked suddenly self conscious and grinned downwards at herself. 

"Yeah, that's like the definition of a shitty act to try and follow," Milo said. 

Schuyler looked up at him, and her eyes flashed. "Truth or dare, Milo?" 

His eyes widened and he looked around at us. I felt my face spread into a wolfish smile. 

"Wow. Okay, truth. Or dare. You fuckin decide," he said. 

Schuyler gazed lazily at Milo. I noticed her eyes wandering down to graze his tumescent cock, mentally caressing his stomach, chest and shoulders on her way back up. "What is your deepest insecurity?" she asked. 

He scoffed. "Give me a dare. I don't want a melodrama question." 

Schuyler's mouth twisted in disappointment. "Fine. I dare you to try and suck your own dick." 

And try he did. With his best contortionism and our incessant goading he even managed to get his tongue over the tip of it. 

"There. Now I can go ahead and not ever do that again," he said, massaging his lower back. "Maggie, T or D?" 

"Truth," she said. 

"Uh huh. What's your most embarrassing sexual experience?" he asked. 

"Ooh, now I'm interested," Julia interjected. Sometime during the autofellatio she had swum to the shore and grabbed the flask, and had been nursing it steadily. 

Maggie considered for a second. "Last year, about a week or two before moving here, I was, you know...going at it at home. With the showerhead. And my dad came barging into the bathroom. You guys know him and his boundaries, so this wasn't super unusual but him doing it when he did it made it kind of a bigger deal. He started shouting that I had a doctor's appointment right then and that I needed to get dressed and go. It was annoying and everything but yeah, I get out of the shower and went. 

"Basically it was a routine check up, and it got to the part where the doctor asked my dad to leave and then she made me tell her about my sexual activity and drinking and all that. So you know, I tell her the truth, that I'm a virgin, that I drink and smoke. And she asks me to drop my pants and underwear, so I do, and she pokes around there for a hot second. Then she tells me, get this: I have a fucking yeast infection. She asks if I'm a frequent masturbator, and I round the number down a little bit but give her the basic situation. And she says that it was probably caused by masturbating with a foreign object, and that she needs to determine the extent of the infection. 

"There I am, legs wide open on this doctor's table, and she's poking around in my pussy. And fuck me, guess what I begin thinking about then and there: my interrupted jerk off sesh from 20 minutes earlier. And without consent from my brain, I start getting seriously wet. This doctor, she was not an unattractive person either, and from my angle I could kinda see down the cleavage of her shirt, so there was that factor not helping at all. While she's talking about how it's not a very serious infection, and how I need to pay care to my vaginal health even when I'm not fucking anyone, I'm getting close to one of the most intense cums of my life. I swear to God you guys, it took beastly willpower not to start moaning and groaning right there. 

"After what felt like forever, she pulls her fingers away. And then I do one of the craziest things of my life. I reach down, and as she's pulling her gloves off and writing something on my chart, I shove three fingers into my pussy and bring myself to a...just an earth-shattering orgasm. It was unreal. I moaned super loudly, and I know she knew, but she didn't turn to look at me, thank God. Afterwards neither of us acknowledged it, but she refused to meet my eyes for the rest of the appointment. So yeah. That happened." 

Julia whistled. "That's so hot. I thought you had had sex with James?" 

Maggie sat back. "Nah...he wanted to. The time wasn't right." 

"It's, you know, good that you can know that," I said stupidly. It was risky to draw any attention to myself, a quick glance down would reveal that Maggie's story combined with Schuyler's show were having very predictable effects on my manhood. 

Maggie nodded. "I know myself. But anyways. It's my turn. Julia, truth or dare?" 

"Dare, bitch! Dare me!" Julia squealed as some of the liquor spilled out of the flask. 

"Dare: give Milo a lapdance. I'm interested in how far we can push him before he just explodes." 

Milo smiled wide. "I have no problem with this experiment." 

I swallowed, but grinned along with everyone else. Maggie's descriptions had thrown me into sexual overdrive. 

Julia stood, with way more sway in her hips than was necessary, and sauntered over towards Milo. Every step she took was pure sex, the fire encircling her generous soft curves, her wettening pussy rubbing the inside of her thigh with every footfall. The hair on her head glowed gold, and curved around the underside of her breast, partially obscuring her nipples. She was an aphrodisiac just by moving-until her foot caught on a stray piece of wood, and she tumbled gracelessly to the floor. 




Willow Falls



Milo leapt forward and caught her as she collapsed in a tangle of limbs and spitting curses. "Fuck me! That went terribly!" she said. 

Milo struggled to contain a laugh. He kept one hand on her shoulder as she steadied herself and brushed the remnants of cave floor from her body. "Nobody saw. It's cool." 

She gave him a look. 

"You're still on," said Maggie. 

Julia sighed, then slowly turned, raising her arms above her head as she did. Milo leaned back on his elbows and enjoyed the view. Her butt was shaped by three years rowing crew; in conjunction with her breasts she had the proportions of a greek goddess. Lithely she placed one leg over Milo's, brushing his thigh as she did it. Then she stepped wide to the side of him, straddling his body, and leaned down so her breasts were level with his face. With exaggerated slowness she leaned in, brushing her tits along his chest and shoulder. She whispered something in his ear, then kissed him lightly. He turned hot red and swallowed hard. Julia let out a tinkling little laugh, and turned, so that her back was to him. 

Still straddling Milo's legs, she dropped her back, and slowly slid her hands down her legs. From his view he would be able to see her pussy parted wide, and she was allowing it to be penetrated by his eyes. She readjusted her weight and brought her legs back, so her butt was resting on Milo's reclined body. She moved lightly down his chest until her hips were nearly on top of his, then stood and turned again. Without breaking eye contact she knelt down to her knees, and sat on his upper thighs, Then, stretching so her breasts rubbed up the length of his chest and into his face, she dragged her pussy forward. It became clear that she was pulling it directly up the length of his cock; he inhaled deeply and let out a sharp gasp when her wetness touched his sensitive head. 

There was a moment of stillness. Then Julia gave Milo a look I will never be able to forget. She looked deep into his eyes, and it seemed that in that moment they came to a spiritual understanding of sorts. He wanted her, she wanted him, and they both wanted to feel wanted. She slid back down, her pussy lips working his shaft. He groaned, then pushed himself up and said something to her. She pressed him back down and shook her head with a smile. Then she resumed gyrating up and down his cock, never penetrating, but using his length to rub up and down on her clit. 

I gazed around the cave. Maggie, who had been so close earlier, was now not even attempting to hide her masturbation. She leaned against the wall, moving her fingers in time with Julia. Occasionally a mewl came from her mouth, and she would shudder slightly, eyes flitting shut. 

Schuyler was on the other side of me, and when I turned to look she sat motionless, simply watching. She felt my gaze and swiveled her head to catch my eye. Not knowing what to say, I gave her a shrug. She looked down, and noticed my very erect cock. Then she looked over to Maggie, smiled, and turned back to me. We locked eyes for a moment, then she stood, and strode over to where I was sitting. She sat crosslegged very close to me, her leg nearly on mine, leaning her shoulder in towards mine. 

"Should we do something?" she whispered. Her lips brushed my earlobe. 

"We should give them some space, I think. They've been leading up to this for months, you know." 

"Obviously. Should we really leave though? Do they have condoms?" 

"Julia's on the pill," I replied. My eyes were locked on her and Milo, who was receiving a slow and sensual blowjob. 

"How do you know that?" Schuyler asked. 

"She uh...told me for some reason? That probably is...what happened." I looked over at Schuyler and smiled sheepishly. 

Her face was very, very close to mine. I leaned in. 

She pulled back and slapped my arm, then gave me a surprised grin, and leaned back in. "Did you fuck Julia!" she asked in a disbelieving tone. 

I coughed, and stood up, then walked over to Maggie. She broke away from her masturbatory paradise. I pointed at Schuyler, then myself, then to the outside. She nodded. I pointed at her, and she shrugged. Then I motioned to Schuyler, who followed me towards the waterfall veil which lead to the dusk outdoors. I passed through the water, then slid into the pool and swam slowly. 

We were several miles from the nearest major light source. The stars slid around on top of the ripples I was creating, above me they formed a thick arm of the Milky Way. I floated on my back and allowed myself to be pulled into the spectacle of the night sky. 

Schuyler floated up next to me. "You're really trying to bring the boat metaphor back into 'full mast', huh." 

Without looking I knew that my cock was sticking straight up from the water. 

"Blow me," I said to the starry sky. 

Her wet lips wrapped around my shaft, and nearly pulled me under the water. 

We flapped around in the pool for a few seconds before managing to get upright. I swam quickly to the edge and sat on a shallow sloping part of the shore, my feet still resting in the water. She swam breaststroke towards me, and came up right between my legs, until she hit the bottom of the pool with her hands and knees. Then she crawled up towards me, looked into my eyes, and engulfed me her mouth. She began bobbing up and down on my cock, and working the base with her hand. Her tongue explored my tip, tracing the lines and encircling the shaft, causing me to throb and pulse between her lips. 

I heard a splash, and turned to see Maggie swimming towards us. She stepped up on to the bank. 

"Was it getting too much for y-" I began to say, until she pressed a small wet finger to my lips. Then she pushed me down to the ground, stepped over my face, and sat her pussy directly on my mouth. She smelled like riverwater, sweat, and indescribable arousal. Holy shit. 

I composed myself and grabbed her thighs, then began to explore her pussy with my tongue. This was new territory-I had seen it probably a dozen times before, but I'd only had the pleasure of a personal visit once when we were drunk at a party and she did a striptease for me before psyching herself out. We ended up cuddling. Now she seemed to have none of the reservations, only left with pure and unbridled lust. 

Schuyler was still working miracles on my cock. It must have been her old ex Elliott with whom she'd become so skilled. I moaned into Maggie's hot pussy, and she responded by squeezing my sides with her knees. 

These two girls were my best friends, and through the sexual haze I was dimly aware of how fucking incredible this situation was. I had grown up with the girl who was close to swallowing my cock; I had fought with and cuddled and cried to the girl whose pussy I had my mouth buried in. 

From between my legs I heard Schuyler say something indistinct. I wasn't about to take myself away from Maggie to find out what. 

"What?" said Maggie. 

"I said, condom. I need a condom. Now-ish," replied Schuyler. 

That got my attention. 

"I will be right back," I said, then untangled myself and stood. I had condoms in a waterproof bag in Home Tree, in case of emergency. This qualified. 

I looked at the two girls, both wet with more than water. God, did this qualify. 

I scrambled to the top of the ridge, skinning my knees but making it intact. I hadn't even bothered to pull on my boxers, a fact which I was keenly aware of as it began to lightly drizzle. Home Tree loomed large and familiar in the near-dark. The bag would be under a small root directly to the left of the entrance. I ducked inside the root canopy, and it provided a little cover from the rain. It was nearly pitch black under the tree, and I used my fingers to feel out the appropriate root and began searching around for the plastic. 

If Harry could see me now. Naked, soaking wet from rain and water and women, scrabbling through the dark and dirt to find some month-old condoms. 

My hand grasped at a sticky and rough material. There it was. I extracted the bag, and dashed out from under the tree. The rain was steady, slightly warmer than the air and honestly rather calming. It washed the rocks and mud from my body. I stood outside Home Tree for a second, and let my racing heart slow. It was only sex. 

And then the eighteen year old parts of my brain kicked back in, and I leapt towards the gravel slope, before hesitating, and running quickly back to Home Tree. 

"You're a lifesaver," I said to it, then sprinted away. 

Back at the shore there was no sign of either Maggie or Schuyler. The fire was still twinkling beyond the waterfall, and my cock twitched as I imagined what must be unfolding inside. Gripping the condoms tightly I dove into the water. It sounded like a massive washboard from underneath, thousands of raindrops piercing the surface every minute. I swam with long, broad strokes and surfaced at the other edge of the pool. 

"Hey, welcome back!" said Milo as I pulled myself from the water to the cave. 

The four of them were sitting around the fire. Milo was pressed up against Julia, Maggie was smoking what appeared to be a new blunt, and Schuyler sat near her watching the flames. 

"Good to be back. I brought gifts," I said, and waved the bag at them. 

Milo looked at me as though in physical pain. "Fuck dude, where were you twenty minutes ago?" 

Julia patted his leg. "We could have, baby. I'm on the pill. I just wasn't feeling it, for our first time together." 

Realization dawned on his face, then morphed into excitement. "We don't have to wear condoms? I fucking love you," he said. The two leaned in and kissed hard and deep. 

I cocked an eyebrow and eyed Maggie. 

"Are they...?" I mouthed. 

She nodded, and motioned for me to come to her. I walked over and sat down. 

"After you left and it started raining we swam back here. Those two," she motioned to Milo and Julia who had descended into full on make-out groping, "Were having the talk, and now it looks like they're a thing. I guess they didn't have sex though, I didn't know that until now." 

I held my tongue and tried to keep the sudden closeness of her from making me say anything brash. Apparently however, I have a terrible fucking poker face. 

"We left you a bit blue balled didn't we," Maggie said, not asking. 

I couldn't keep the grin from spreading on my face. 

She smiled mischievously back. "To tell the truth, you left us a little bit the same way." 

Schuyler appeared in my periphery just as Maggie leaned in to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Soon I felt someone's hands on my cock, and others on my arms and chest. They explored with their hands, and I reached towards where I knew Maggie's pussy was, and rubbed her through her rough hair. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and saw that It was Schuyler's hand working on my shaft. I reached out, and with my other hand, and began to play with one of Maggie's breasts. Her nipples hardened quickly under my touch, and seemingly in response she moved one hand from my shoulder and began to lightly twist and brush my nipple. It was a new sensation, and after some minutes, in tandem with Schuyler's expert ministrations on my cock I found myself dangerously close to completing the orgasm I had been approaching earlier. 

Schuyler moved her hand away. It was replaced quickly by Maggie's, but with my attention to her pussy and tits she mostly let her hand rest unmoving on my hardness. From behind me I heard plastic rustling. Just as soon as my brain had connected the requisite dots, my heart began to hammer like a machine. Schuyler tore the condom package and rolled the plastic down my rock hard length. Maggie pulled away from me and I opened my eyes. 

Schuyler sat back and smiled. Behind her Julia and Milo were doing God knows what with their hands and tongues and some unexpected combinations of limbs. 

It dawned on me that Schuyler was making no move to mount my sheathed cock. That meant- 

Maggie brought her face back to mine, and pushed me towards the floor. With lips locked I felt her legs straddle mine, and the hair of her pussy brush against my dick , laying flat on my stomach. She stopped kissing but kept her face on mine, as she reached down and grabbed me, then pulled me towards her. All I felt through the condom was an indescribable warmth as she pushed me slightly inside of herself. She inhaled deeply, and pressed deeper. Neither of us moved. The entirety of my cock head was inside her now. Then she bit my tongue, took a sharp breath, and sat all the way down. 

I don't have the most extraordinary dick in the world. It's six unspectacular inches, of average thickness, and it even curves a bit to the left. Maggie, I am assuming, has fit larger and more oddly shaped things than me inside her on at least one of her masturbation adventures. 

When she took my entire length I felt like a fucking porn star. She cried out, which quickly morphed into a drawn out moan, which ended on a tiny whimper as my cock throbbed and she collapsed on top of me. I could feel her heartbeat in the heat of her pussy. I could feel her discovering my unfamiliar territory by squeezing and shifting and holding herself fast with my dick buried deep, deep inside her. 

Then she began to move. Very slowly, gripping every inch of my dick with her inner walls, sliding slowly up and down with a slight rustling noise as my pubic hair ground against hers. Every time I bottomed out in her it felt like coming home to love, like I was wanted by her and needed by her in a raw and animal way. Her eyes were closed and half obscured by her damp hair, which curled around and clung to her face. 

I held on to her petite hips and we fucked for an immeasurable number of strokes. At some point she came, blushing down her chest and face, wracked with shivers, moaning so high she almost couldn't be heard. I was lost in her scent, her sound, the shape of her back as it turned into her soft ass, the slight flare of her ribs, the mole on her right nipple. Every feature of her, every movement was channeled into the way her pussy pulled on my cock, how it covered me in her wetness and filled my nostrils with her scent. 

Schuyler was watching us with hungry eyes and slowly masturbating. I could also sense less movement from Julia and Milo. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon-" I said. My cock was throbbing, the veins threatening to burst through the condom. 

Maggie looked down at me and smirked. Then she slowly slid off my cock, and knelt to the side. She motioned to Schuyler, who grinned, and rushed over. Together they peeled the condom off and tossed it to the side. My cock felt hypersensitive in the newly cold air, and relaxed a bit. 

Before I could soften too much, Maggie grabbed my rod and began to twist it up and down. The skin caught a bit, and I flinched in discomfort. I spit on my hand, and moved it towards my cock. Schuyler's hand stopped me, and she met my gaze with a wicked flicker. One of her hands went down to her pussy, then came back shimmering wet. She began to stroke me, and my precum mixed with her juices. Maggie joined her, and their hands slipped effortlessly up and down my shaft. 

Schuyler whispered something at Maggie, who smiled and removed her hands. Then, in tandem the two brought their faces down to my cock. Schuyler took the lead, engulfing my head between her lips. Maggie repositioned herself between my legs and ran kisses up and down the underside of my cock, stopping to lick around it and tenderly caress the base. 

The two worked for about a minute before I felt my load building. I told them so. The girls' attention coupled with the sight of two pairs of beautiful breasts was more than too much; honestly it was a miracle that I had already jerked off in the morning. 

Maggie brought her lips up to my head, and Schuyler moved to accommodate it. Together they brought me to-it would be a disservice to call it an orgasm. Together they brought me to an orchestral masterpiece, the horns section from their pursed lips, a choir singing the melody of their breasts, alternating light and dark, while a brilliant piano melody curled in my nose, the smell of two girls at the peak of their arousal. It was as though all elements of good sex came together at that moment, and brought me bursting forth. 

Lord what a bursting it was. At first the girls let it into their mouths and somewhat on their faces as I tensed my body near to breaking. Then it continued as I bucked like a horse, and they sat back, content with using their hands to coax as much out of me as they could. As I crossed my peak my body collapsed and a huge moan escaped my mouth. A series of intense shudders followed, each shooting pleasure through me all the way to my toes and fingertips. The last wave billowed its way through me, and I nearly melted into a puddle of content exhaustion. The world was snug and hazy around me, and everything felt in its right place. 

There was absolute stillness in the cave for the space of two long breaths. 

"Holy fucking shit," said someone from my side. I turned my face slightly. It was Julia, sitting still nude, with her mouth agape. "That was honestly amazing." 

"Go swim my dude. You've got it all over you," said Milo. He was sitting next to Julia. I could see in their faces that despite the show all they could think about was the closeness of the other. It looked like the start of something special. 

I took Milo's advice, and stood. My senses were beginning to come back to me, though I still felt like I was almost glowing. Schuyler and Maggie were looking up towards me, some of my cum still on each of their faces. They were both gorgeous, with red cheeks and bright eyes, cast in soft shadows by the dwindling fire. I knew that I could love both of these girls. 

I looked out past the waterfall, where it was full night. 

I took a deep breath. A clean, cool air was coming from the cave entrance. I smiled, took a running start, and dove through the veil and into the water of Willow Falls beyond.



Willow Finds Her Devotee



Sam had always been fascinated by people with disabilities, probably because his father was paralyzed and the man was the most inspirational person he knew. He grew up watching his father overcome obstacles that would have stumped able bodied men. Sam saw how much his mother loved her husband, and what's more, she didn't care that his dad was in a wheelchair. She just didn't see his father as a disabled person. To her, his dad was her lover, friend, a father and provider. Sam was taught that everyone can face adversity in life. It is how that person deals with it that makes him or her stronger. His father proved to Sam and his other siblings over and over, that life is what a person makes of it, not what others see.

Maybe that's why he had always been attracted to disabled women. Sam did not consider himself a Devotee, a person who is an ardent follower of another with a disability. He just felt that disabled women were, in a lot of cases, stronger, more self-confident and outgoing than able bodied women.

So when Willow had moved in to the apartment next to his, Sam was curious about her. He'd made a point of introducing himself and he'd given her his cell phone number telling her that if she ever needed anything to just call. Willow had taken the information and with a cheeky grin had asked, "Really? Sam, anything?"

Sam had smiled back and said, "Yes, anything."

Willow had replied with a winsome smile, "Well don't be surprised if I call you and ask you out on a date."

Sam had laughed and answered, "Well, don't back out when I say yes then."

That is how their friendship had begun. Sam never attempted to cross the line even though he wanted to. He let Willow determine the terms of their relationship. She would visit him on odd weekends when she wasn't out of town. Willow worked as a consultant for a healthcare information technology company. She traveled four days out of the week, but was always home on the weekends.

Sam worked for a local engineering firm and was at home most evenings as well as weekends. He looked forward to the weekends because he would get a chance to hang out with Willow. She had a great sense of humor and she wasn't unattractive either.

While Willow was in a wheelchair, she wasn't overweight. Willow would joke with Sam telling him that she didn't want a fat person's wheelchair. She worked out, went swimming, and did just about anything she set her mind to. She would tell him, "You have to face your fears, that's what makes us stronger." Sam believed her too, because he had been a first hand witness with his father.

Nothing stopped her. Willow had a beautiful, winsome smile and average body frame. It was evident that she took very good care of herself. She dressed sexily too. Willow loved high shoes because as she said, "They show off my long legs." And they did too! Sam didn't know how tall Willow was but she had very long legs in proportion to her body and they were silky smooth, not a hair on them. He knew this because one day he'd had to help her back into her chair after she'd fallen in her apartment. Sam had taken the opportunity to cop a feel while he was helping her and he'd never forgotten the feeling of those legs. Sometime the memory would haunt him late at night when he couldn't sleep. Sam would fantasize about running his lips along her legs to the junction of her thighs and devouring her pussy. 

He wondered what it would be like to make love to a paralyzed woman. Sam wondered if she responded to sex the same way as a normal woman. He didn't know how to approach Willow on this subject because he never saw her with anyone. It wasn't that there weren't men in her life though, she had lots of friends and the majority of them were male but she seemed oblivious to the fact that she was an attractive woman. While Willow was outgoing and vivacious, she seemed shy and introverted about her sexuality.

It wasn't that she didn't talk about sex or was opposed to doing so, she just didn't talk about her own sexuality or sexual appetite. Willow gave great advice on what women like for men to do and on techniques that guys could ask their woman to do for them. So Sam knew that she did like sex and had some sexual knowledge, though she never included herself when she talked about it.

He was very curious about Willow's sexuality. At one point he thought that she was perhaps a lesbian but she'd quickly told him that she loved men. This was one of the reasons that she was so open and forthcoming with her male friends about women and what women wanted sexually from a man, and that's what she'd told Sam.

Sam wanted to know more about her paralysis and how a man could satisfy a woman with her type of disability. The more he got to know her the more he wanted to be with her. It wasn't the fact that she was disabled that appealed, it was the woman that Willow was. She was open, honest, bright, cheerful and confident which were all of the things that he liked in a mate. 

Therefore, Sam was surprised when Willow told him that she had to have surgery and needed a nursemaid for a few days while she recovered. The surgery wasn't to be anything major, just the removal of two ovarian warts. It would be outpatient surgery and she would be home the same day. Willow's doctor, however, felt that she should at least have someone to check on her throughout the weekend to handle the lifting, pulling, and stretching of daily chores as she allowed her body to heal properly rather than risk undoing what he'd repaired. 

Sam readily agreed to be Willow's makeshift nurse and maid for the weekend. He even volunteered to take her to the hospital for surgery. Willow protested but Sam wasn't hearing it. He told her that he felt that it was an honor and a privilege to drive his Ms. Willow. She'd given in eventually and told him the time she had to be at the outpatient surgery center on the Friday in question.

Sam had been pleased that Willow had trusted him enough to be with her during this process. Willow had said that though she did have family close by they didn't really have that close a relationship. The majority of the time she had to rely on herself or close friends to help in situations like this, so she really appreciated the fact that he was willing to step in and help her out. Sam told her that that's what friends are for and that he knew that if the roles were reversed that she would do the same for him. Ever the mischievous spirit, Willow had said, "Are you telling me that you are a woman in a man's body?"

Sam had laughed and responded, "You know what I mean, Woman."

Sam woke up on that Friday morning excited about the prospect of being Willow's chauffeur, nurse, and one day soon her lover. He showered, dressed and left his apartment to walk the short distance to hers. Even though she had given him a key and he could have let himself in, Sam knocked and waited for Willow to answer and invite him in.

Willow opened the door with a huge smile. She was dressed in a conservative t-shirt dress that had buttons down the front. She had on her signature black high heeled ballerina toe suede pumps. She wore no jewelry or makeup following instructions from the hospital not to. Sam thought that she looked incredibly sexy and all he wanted to do was to lean down and kiss her soft, full pouting lips. Sam wanted Willow to make the first move though and then he would take over from there in their relationship. She motioned to her pastel print travel bag next to the door and said, "Well, Sam, let's get this show on the road."

Sam picked up her bag and stepped behind her as she rolled out of the door towards her car. Willow drove an SUV and not small one either. It was a huge black Cadillac Escalade fully equipped for her. Willow said that she loved her SUV because it allowed her the opportunity to look down on people bearing in mind that she was looking up at people a lot of the time from her chair. She used her remote to unlock the doors. Willow asked, "You still want to drive?"

Sam replied, "Didn't I say that it would be an honor to drive my Ms. Willow?"

Willow responded saying, "Well, you will have to pick me up and put me in the passenger seat then."

Placing his hand over his heart and bending at the waist theatrically he said, "Of course, my lady, the pleasure is all mine."

Willow laughed, tossed him the keys, and headed to the passenger side saying, "Well, come on then big boy, and you'd better not drop me."

Sam laughed, following her, and responded with his best impersonation of Erkel from the television show Family Matters, saying, "Would I do that?"

Willow laughed too, wrapping her arms around his neck as he scooped her up in his and deposited her safely on passenger seat. It was at that moment that Willow leaned into him, pulling him closer and kissed him on the lips. It was feather light, just a light brush of her lips against his. Sam was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered, rubbing his lips over hers.

Then, slowly sliding his tongue inside her mouth, he heard as well as felt Willow moan. It was the most erotic sound he had heard from a woman in a long time. He felt her arms tighten around his neck as she pulled him closer while opening her mouth as her tongue rubbed and stroked his in a mating dance as old as time itself.

Sam felt Willow's body responding to the kiss. She seemed to come to life. Her hands slowly slid down his body to his waist pulling him closer into her embrace. She made a sound that was a cross between a growl and a purr which to Sam was one of the sexiest sounds he had heard from a woman. It was at that moment that Willow moved her hands around to his chest, pulling away. She broke off the kiss and said, "I'm sorry. I should not have done that but you were being so sweet and sexy that I couldn't help myself. I hope I didn't offend you or overstep the boundaries of our friendship."

Sam gently caressed her face and smiled saying, "No, no, and no again. I'm glad you did it. I've wanted to kiss you and make love to you for a long time but I wanted you to set things in motion." He laughed and continued, "So now that you've shown me how you feel, let's get you to the hospital, through this surgery and healed so that I can have my wicked way with you."

Willow smiled back at him and didn't say a word as he fastened her seat belt, closed the door and walked around to the other side of the SUV. Sam opened the door, got in and looked across at Willow. She was looking at him, then said, "Sam, there are some things about me that you need to know before we take this relationship to the next level."

Sam replied, "Okay."

Willow took a deep breath and let it out and said, "Well, I'm hypersexual, multi-orgasmic, and a squirter."

Again Sam smiled, "Well, if you don't have a problem with any of that then I don't. I want you because of who you are as a person. Plus, you never talk about your sexuality or sexual relationships so I didn't press you. Let's just get you well and we will move on from there okay?"

Willow reached out, grabbed his hand and brought it up to her lips and kissed the back of it as she replied, "Okay, Sam." 

Sam started the vehicle, checked the mirrors and drove Willow to the hospital. When they got there he picked her up holding her closer this time, wanting to let her know with his actions that he cherished her.

Willow didn't know how to take Sam. There hadn't been that many men in her life who'd wanted to be with her sexually. Most of the guys around her just saw her as a friend and those that did want to get with her did it because they considered it taboo somehow. So Willow didn't allow her emotions to become involved when a guy approached her or she approached a guy about having sex. Being hyper sexual she was always ready but she controlled her libido, rather than let it control her.

The surgery went well and Sam took Willow home. He was the perfect makeshift nurse and maid for the weekend. Sam was gentle, caring, and attentive to Willow's every need, so much so, that she commented to him, "A girl can get used to this treatment."

Sam responded with, "I am yours to do with whatever you want."

Willow gave him a mischievously wicked grin and replied, "Really?! Shoot, damn that surgery or you would be in BIG trouble."

Sam laughed and said, "Well, let's get you well. Then, you can have your totally wicked way with me."

Willow laughed and just smiled at him shaking her head. She couldn't believe how compassionate Sam was. She didn't like to, and was trying very hard not to let her emotions get involved, but it was very difficult with a guy like him.

Completely well, Willow returned to work four days on and three days off. She deliberately avoided Sam on her off days because she didn't know how she wanted to pursue their relationship. She knew it was different, but how and where was it going?

Sam was different. He wanted to pursue a relationship with Willow and he was getting very frustrated with her avoidance of him. He had done his homework and wanted to get this woman into bed. So, he made up his mind that he would make up an excuse to get her into his apartment the following weekend.

Coming home for the weekend, Willow got home late from the airport after being held up by one delayed flight and one cancelled one, and boy was she glad to see her apartment! She saw the lights on in Sam's apartment and hoped that she could get inside hers before he came out.

She wasn't fast enough though, and Sam walked out of his apartment trash bag in hand. He called out to her, "Hey stranger, hold on a minute I'll get that bag for you." He dropped the trash and ran to the SUV taking the bag from her and sliding her laptop bag onto his shoulder.

Willow smiled and put on a bright face because she was so sure that her lust for him was showing in her eyes. She took a deep breath because Sam always smelled so good and she loved the masculine scent of a man. He had a strong sandalwood essence that aroused Willow's senses completely. This time was no different and she felt her nipples becoming erect and a strong tingling sensation in her nether regions. She knew that she wanted this man so bad that she could taste it.

Sam noticed her nipples against her blouse and felt his cock hitch in response to the sight. He averted his eyes pretending not to notice her body's response and said, "Have you been avoiding me, lady?"

Willow replied, "Yes, I have Sam. I want be with you in a very physical way. It is driving me crazy. I understand if you don't want be with me. I just hope that you will give me some time and space to adjust and allow us to remain friends."

Sam stepped in front of Willow, leaned down looking her directly in her eyes and said, "Woman, I don't know who you dated in the past that lead you to believe that you aren't attractive, sexy and someone a guy would like to fuck. Excuse me for being so graphic, but I really don't care that you are paralyzed. I want you, Willow. I want to make love to you. I want to show you how I feel about you in the most physical way and to hell with us just remaining friends."

She was shocked and excited at the same time, but Willow still wasn't totally convinced that Sam meant the words he said. She wasn't going to let him know that, though. Instead, Willow smiled and replied, "Well, I guess I've been told." Laughing, she continued, "Having said that is it my place or yours tonight? I want you to excuse me for being so graphic, but I want to fuck your brains out or at least turn your mind to mush."

Sam leaned forward and kissed Willow slowly and passionately. She moaned her pleasure totally forgetting that she was in public and that she hated it when people did the same thing she and Sam were doing. This man knew how to kiss though, and his lips rubbed firmly against hers while his tongue did the most erotic dance with hers. She got hornier and hornier with each swirl of his tongue over hers and she had to break their embrace and get him inside.

Sam's cock had reached full mast. He had forgotten that they were in front of their apartments where the whole world could see them, so he allowed Willow to break their embrace as he picked up her bag and turned quickly hoping that she didn't see his concrete hard tool straining against his pants, and headed to her apartment door.

Willow noticed Sam's erection and felt her vagina spasm in response to the knowledge that he was aroused. She licked her lips and watched his butt as he approached the door to her apartment. She handed him the key, letting him open the door and set the bags on the chair next to it.

Sam's erection had lessened but not by much, so when he turned he didn't hide the evidence that he wanted her. He watched as she locked the door, then turned and rolled up to him while looking him directly in the eye. She slid forward in the seat of her chair, grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him between her legs. Willow leaned forward and said, "I've wanted to do this to you for months now."

Willow rubbed her face over his erection as it continued to grow while at the same time she slipped his buckle loose and pulled it out, unfastening his pants and pulling down the zipper clasp between her teeth. Sam went to remove Willows clothes too but she stopped him. 

"No wait, let me pleasure you first. It's been so long since I tasted a man's cum. I need to taste your nectar baby."

What man could resist when a woman said that? So Sam let Willow take the lead. Willow resumed her investigation of his trouser trout. Her hands slipped slowly inside his briefs pulling them down slowly as her lips and tongue licked the head of his cock through the material. Sam rested his hands on her shoulders and his head was thrown back enjoying the feeling of being worshipped by this woman, and she was worshipping him. Willow's mouth was hot, moist and a perfect fit for his monster. She moaned, sending small vibrations through the head of his cock and along the length of him.

Willow rubbed his cock across her face, enjoying the feel of the head and the length of him as she licked his thick meat slowly, running her tongue around it. Willow slid her lips slowly over Sam's fat sausage licking around the length, bobbing her head up and down, mouth fucking his cock.

Sam was in heaven. This woman loved cocks and knew how to make love to them with her mouth. He knew that if she kept this up he would cum.

Willow continued to lick and suck on his beautiful tool enjoying every vein and ridge against her hot wet tongue. She had a trick of swallowing him deep into her throat which caused his ball sac to tighten with each spasm of her muscles around his erection.

Sam knew he was about to cum and tried to let her know by grasping her head and trying to ease his meat out of her mouth, but Willow wasn't having any of that. She wanted to feel his juice hit the back of her throat. His cock exploded with cream and she swallowed as his dick slipped down her throat. She waited to let his cock slip out of her throat as another load shot into her mouth. She sucked and milked his tool completely dry, then kissed the deflating flesh, pulling up his briefs and tucking his manhood back inside. Willow kissed his cock and said, "That was delicious, I can't wait to get another serving but let's get you showered and in bed because I have huge plans for you tonight." She laughed, scooted back in the chair and went to go around him towards the bedroom. 

When Sam returned to earth he said, "I don't think so young lady there's something you owe me."

After saying that, he got down on his knees and pulled her forward in the chair again while Willow tried to resist him, but it was a half-hearted effort. He raised her legs up on to his shoulders sliding her dress up and pulling down her lacy panties as his lips trailed up the inside of her leg towards her spasming creampie.




Willow Finds Her Devotee



Willow couldn't believe how incredible it felt to watch as he licked up one leg then the other, teasing her with kisses that she couldn't feel because of her particular paralysis, but her pussy was responding to his tender touch anyway because of the visual effect of it upon her senses.

Sam could not believe how hard and erect her bean was and he could not resist sliding his lips and tongue over the nub, sucking her hard pebble. He licked and stroked the little erection while slowly sliding his finger inside Willow's creamy wet pussy. She was arching up against his mouth, her hands kneading and pulling on his head, and true to her words she was having several mini orgasms all at once. Sam watched her nipples get harder with each swirl of his tongue and lips over her sensitive love nub.

Willow could not believe how incredibly intense Sam's oral homage to her cherry pie was. The sensations radiated from her cunt to her breasts and back, his tongue caused electrical shocks to flow all over her body. She knew that if he kept up his tongue fucking her cherry would spray bath his face in vaginal juices. So, she tried to warn him. Because he was inserting another finger into her pussy and one in her ass, her vaginal walls contracted, expelling her love juice. Willow's whole body arched up as her hands gripped the back of Sam's head pressing him in deeper to her gushing cunt. 

Sam quickly adjusted to Willow's love vice on his head as he licked and swallowed much of nectar. He caressed her long legs and kissed her pussy lips as he watched her body convulse in a series of aftershocks as a result of his cunnilingus. He slipped her legs down off of his shoulders. He spread them wider as he stood up to slide his now concrete hard cock inside her pulsating creampie.

Willow braced herself against the arms of her chair and arched up to meet the first intensely slow slide of his cock into her quivering love canal. The sensation was different for her because it spread all over her body. From her breasts to her pussy and back, she responded by hunching down on his cock as it slid in and out of her pulsing sex.

They began to fuck in slow steady motion, his hands holding her legs firmly against his hips as she responded with deep arm dips to get his cock deeper in her womb. Both of them gasped and moaned at the intensity of the feelings that their bodies generated as they engaged in perfect rhythm with each other. In and out, out and in as cherry pie and cock stroked and tingled, pushing towards orgasm. 

Willow continued to experience a series of mini orgasms and then she felt her nipples tingle, alerting her that she was getting close to a very intense climax.

Sam thought to himself that this woman's legs may not work but her cunt works perfectly fine. Her muscles seemed to convulse around his cock with each thrust in and out and her juices flowed constant lubrication with his every stroke of her cherry pie. So he felt his ball sac tighten and knew that he was close to unloading his wad of cum and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to make sure that Willow reached that abyss with him.

At that moment Willow's body arched up pressing closer to Sam's as her cunt exploded with another spray of vaginal juices. It was intense because her whole body froze and pressed firmly against his cock while she threw her head back, her mouth open but no sounds coming out, she stared straight into his eyes just as her love canal pulsed and quivered around his cock milking it and bathing it in her cream.

Sam's body responded to her intense sexual release as his cum exploded in her convulsing pussy. The walls of Willow's sex contracted and relaxed around his pumping meat as he unloaded stream after stream of cum into her womb as they both fell into that sexual abyss.

Willow could not believe how very intense sex with Sam was and didn't want him to stop. She let his now flaccid cock slip out of her dripping love canal. He had slid her legs down his side and wrapped his hands around her waist as he picked her up. 

Sam did not say a word, he just kissed her lips and walked with her in his arms down to her bedroom. He lay her on the bed and paused to take off her clothes. She attempted to stop him but he moved her hands away. She gave up resisting him and then watched as he took off the remainder of his own clothes.

Again, Sam scooped Willow up into his arms and took her to the bathroom laying her in her huge garden tub. Sam turned on the water and grabbed her bath soap and sponge. After the tub was filled he climbed in beside her and began to bathe her from the soles of her feet to tip of her nose and beyond.

Never had Willow been treated so gently or been so thoroughly touched and caressed by a man. All she did was lay there enjoying the moment, wanting it to last but knowing that it may be fleeting.

Sam wondered what Willow was thinking as she was so quiet. She appeared sad so he asked, "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Willow replied, "No, you didn't."

Sam said, "Then what's going on in that highly intelligent mind of yours?"

Willow did not respond but she pulled him closer and planted feather light kisses over his face and neck. She wanted to show him that she wanted to make love to him again.

Sam didn't want to push the issue so he allowed her to make the next move in their love session. He knew that he was in this relationship for a lifetime even though he suspected that Willow believed that it was only for a moment. Sam smiled to himself though, because he knew that he had the rest of his life to prove it to his Willow tree.