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Superstitions Ch. 03

By: Boxlicker101



Chapter 3: Moira and the Wearin' O' the Green

If Moira were a man, she would be described as being "As Irish as Paddy's pig". Since she is a beautiful young woman, people don't say that about her, but her favorite design motif is shamrocks and her favorite color, by far, is green. She always wears at least one green outer garment and on special days, especially, Saint Patrick's Day, she wears nothing but green, from her eye-shadow to her lipstick to her shoes and all points in between. I do mean all points, every one, but I am one of the few persons, maybe the only one, who actually knows that about all the points.

Moira's grandparents immigrated to the United States during World War Two and brought their sons and daughters. Both sets of grandparents were from Dublin and had frightening memories of the 1916 Easter rebellion and its bloody suppression and aftermath. These memories resulted in a hatred of all things British and the hatred was passed along to their children and grandchildren, including Moira. By the time I met her, the hatred had declined to the point of being dislike and distrust but Moira and her family still did whatever they thought would somehow injure or at least discomfit the British, in particular the wearin' o' the green. 

"The green" dates back to the late eighteenth century when the British put down an Irish rebellion in which the rebels fought under a green banner with the emblem of a harp. Since then, green has been a symbol of Irish unity, and struggle for independence. In the nineteenth century, the wearing of green was actually outlawed as sedition against the British crown. However, most of the Emerald Isle has been independent since 1922 and the inhabitants of the rest of the island want to continue to be a part of the United Kingdom. In other words, the battle has been won, at least to the degree it is winnable.

When I asked Moira about this, she just responded, "And now, how else would we be after showin' our solidarity with our martyrs and heroes and a-bringin' bad cess to the bloody British if not by the wearin' o' the green? How else would we be after keepin' good fortune on our side? I thought ye were Irish, and would be a-knowin' about that." 

I am part Irish, but probably more English. I thought it would be wise to keep that latter fact from Moira. I assured her that I was of Irish descent and that I also wore green in solidarity with the heroes and martyrs of Ireland. Fortunately, I know quite a bit about the histories of Ireland and England from some research I had been doing on a story I was writing and I was wearing a green shirt that day so my claims were believable. Since that time, I have always made it a point to wear green when I was with Moira.

I also usually wear green on Saint Patrick's Day also and I was doing so this most recent one when Moira came around ringing my doorbell. I was by myself and I let her in. She was wearing a green ribbon in her red hair; her blue eyes were shadowed by green and it looked peculiar to see her pretty, freckled face wearing green lipstick. Moira had on a light green blouse decorated with dark green shamrocks and a skirt and shoes that matched the shamrocks. It was later that I found out about the points in between.

"Sure and Begorrah," she started out by saying. The bloody Sassenach are at it agin. Moira doesn't usually talk that way but it was, after all, Saint Patrick's Day. Saint Paddy, to us good Irishmen. 

"And what would the bloody Sassenach be after doin' now?" I asked her. I can lay it on as thickly as she can, even matching her brogue. 

"Ah, now, and ye wouldn't be believin' it, but my landlord, that son of Cromwell, says he has to raise me rent, starting in a month. May all his ancestors rot in Hell.

"The Divil, ye say? And what would ye be after doin' about it?"

"Do? What will I do? Pay the bloodsucker, of course. Begorrah, it's still the cheapest decent apartment I can find even if it is run by the bloody Sassenach. Just hopin' I could be after a-gettin' some comfort from you is what I am."

Moira and I are very fond of each other and we had kissed affectionately when she entered, and we were still embracing when she told me what she wanted. I kissed her again and, and this time we both had our mouths open, 

"Of course, me lovely Mavourneen," I told her. A fine Irish lassie like ye are can always be after a-gettin' comfort here." While I assured Moira by word, I hugged her tightly and kissed her again, assuring her by deed, and started steering her in the direction of my bedroom. I was pretty sure I knew what she meant and I really liked the idea also.

I hadn't expected anybody to be coming over to the house and I hadn't made the bed that morning. The sheets were still clean enough but the bed was rumpled and when Moira saw it she scolded me. "Sure now, and it's after needin' a good woman around here that ye are."

"Ah, Lassie, that I am. And would ye be that good woman now? Begorrah."

"Well, for now I am, anyway," she answered, pulling the covers down so we would just be lying on the sheets. Moira straightened up and we resumed kissing while my fingers were fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. The buttons were dark green, of course. She was unbuttoning my shirt at the same time and we finished together.

Moira turned partially around so I could take off her blouse and unhook and remove her bra, the first dark green one I had ever seen. When she turned back to face me, her lovely breasts, creamy white with a scattering of freckles were presented to my eyes. After Moira finished removing my shirt I cupped them in my hands and gently kissed her rosy pink nipples. 

"Sure, now laddie, and ye are truly knowin' what a horny lassie needs when the Sassenach are a-makin her life miserable." Moira held my arms and leaned back, letting me lick and fondle her for a minute until she lay down on the bed, pulling me after her. She was lying on her back with a pillow under her head and I lay beside her, kissing her mouth, eyes and down her throat while one hand continued caressing her beautiful breasts. Supporting my weight on the other elbow, I leaned over Moira and resumed licking first one nipple then the other. They became erect under my ministrations, delighting my tongue. As Moira became more and more aroused, she squirmed on the bed, presenting her luscious mounds to me to lick and my tongue went from one of her lovely twins to the other and back.

"Oooo, George, that feels so good," she murmured, apparently forgetting the dialect. It felt good to both of us and the next thing I did was even better. 

As Moira thrust one of her luscious globes to me, I opened my mouth and drew it in, closing my lips on the soft flesh and licking the nipple inside my mouth. While I licked, I sucked, fondling her large, sensitive nipple and tracing her areola with my tongue. Her hips were writhing on the bed and I knew her pussy was almost ready for eating but I wanted to let my mouth and her breasts continue to pleasure one another for a while yet. Back and forth, from one succulent twin to the other my mouth went, until Moira was cooing in pleasure and I could smell that her pussy was producing her fragrant juices and see her fucking into the air inside her green skirt.

Slowly I licked and kissed my way down Moira's creamy belly, starting with the channel between her breasts. Holding one of the beautiful mounds against either cheek, I licked between them and down her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue into her navel. While I licked, one hand was busy with the button and zipper on her skirt and by the time I reached the waistband of that garment, it was ready to be removed. With that intention, I got off the bed, went around to the foot and took hold of the hem of Moira's skirt. She raised herself up from the bed so I could pull it off her.

"Yeah, George. That's it. I love it when you eat my pussy," Moira told me, having completely forgotten the dialect and, possibly, that it was Saint Paddy's Day. I was reminded of that fact when I saw her panties after taking off her skirt and setting it aside. Her panties matched the bra that I had removed earlier except for the delectable pussy juices that had soaked the crotch. Moira was also wearing light green stockings, held up by garters – dark green, of course. I slowly pulled off the panties but decided to leave the stockings and garters so that she would continue to wear something green.

Moira knew what to do next and she spread her legs and raised them high in the air so I could kneel on the bed and get between them with my arms wrapped around her thighs and my fingers in her soft pubic hair. Like all the fair-skinned, natural redheads that I know of, Moira has a really beautiful pussy, all pink and creamy white and framed by her red pubic hair. Her hair is sparse enough that it doesn't interfere with the visual delight of her pussy and soft enough to feel good on my tongue. My face was just inches away but before I did anything else, I let my eyes gaze on the beauty that is Moira's pussy.

As my eyes enjoyed themselves, so did my nose because her juices were running freely and their fragrance was unspoiled by any artificial scent. The natural aroma of juices, running fresh from a pussy, is one of the most incredible delights in the world and one of the greatest turn-ons to men. Even more delectable was the taste of those juices as I licked them from her pussy lips, already engorged, and from her crotch and thighs. The feel of Moira's lovely body to my tongue and of her pussy fucking into my face was a delight to another sense, and the sound of Moira cooing in pleasure and telling me how much she loved having me eat her pussy brought pleasure to my fifth sense, that of hearing. "Oh, God, I love that!" she said. "I love that! I love the feel of your mouth on my pussy. You really know what to do."

I knew what to do, allright, take a long time eating Moira's pussy to produce the maximum pleasure for both us. What I wanted to do was bring her to a high level of arousal and keep her there for as long as I could before bringing her to a climax. To start, after pleasuring my senses of sight and smell and of taste from licking up her pussy juices, I started favoring my sense of touch, licking the outer and inner pussy lips where they began on one side, starting with the small area between them. Very slowly, letting my tongue caress Moira's soft flesh, I licked her between the lips to the point where they were close together. From there, I licked the lower edge of Moira's love hole, probing with my tongue and delighting in the fresh juices that squirted out to please my taste buds. Her pussy was fucking harder into my face and Moira's cooing was starting to turn into moans of pleasure. 

After licking between the other pair of pussy lips, my tongue got busy on the outside of the outer lip on that side. This is not a really sensitive area but I wanted to take a long time before Moira started cumming and I really love the feel of her soft pubic hair on my tongue. I can appreciate a woman who shaves or waxes her pussy but ultra-soft hair like that of Moira feels even better to my tongue than the hairless skin. I licked the outer edge all the way to Moira's mons, then returned to the other outer lip and licked all the way to her mons on that side. After relishing all the fresh juices her pussy had produced, I started exploring between the inner and outer lips where I had started.

"Keep eating me, George. You make my pussy feel wonderful," was Moira's entreaty to me, and I liked hearing it but it was really unnecessary. I wanted very much to keep eating and I knew I was giving her pleasure from her moans and the way her pussy was fucking strongly into my face. Very slowly, I probed with my tongue, covering all the area of both lips, reveling in how engorged her inner lip had become since I started. When I reached the area where the inner lip ends by joining with the other inner lip, I continued licking all the way to Moira's mons, once again relishing the feel of her hair on my tongue. 

The two inner lips meet to form the clit hood and after licking her mons, I brought my tongue back and gently caressed the top of the protector, indirectly stimulating the adorable love button that was being protected. "My clit! My clit! Lick my clit!" Moira begged me. "Oooo! Oooo! There! Right there!" was her response as my tongue gently massaged her clit hood. I didn't spend much time there because I wanted to bring Moira along slowly so we would both get the most pleasure when she started cumming.

Once again, I feasted on the plentiful fresh juices that Moira's pussy had produced. My tongue then probed and licked the other pair of pussy lips, once again caressing her mons and returning to pleasure her clit hood with my tongue. Again, she begged me to lick her clit because Moira was highly aroused by that time and wanted to cum from what my mouth was doing. I wanted both of us to feel even more pleasure, the most possible, before she started cumming and she still had quite a way to go before she reached the maximum arousal. 

Even so, I did what Moira wanted because it seemed to be about time. After licking the top of the protective hood, I curled my tongue underneath to fondle Moira's clit. It was delightful to feel the spongy, engorged sides and an equal delight to feel her fucking stronger than ever into my face and hear her say, "Yes! Yes! That's the place! Lick my clit!" Moira was writhing on the bed from the pleasure she was receiving and if I had continued licking a little longer, she would have started cumming but I still wanted to delay that for a while. The brief contact with her sweetest spot had caused a fresh flood of juices from her pussy and I devoured them, finding them to be as delicious as always.

The inside surfaces of Moira's inner lips, especially when they were as engorged as they were then, are second only to her clit as being the most sensitive parts of her pussy. Very gently, my tongue explored these sensitive places, moving back and forth across her love hole and probing the edges there. I reveled in the delicious juices that were so plentiful and in the feel of Moira's pussy and in her moans of pleasure. Moira wanted to cum and she was begging me to suck her clit. The tops of her thighs had turned outward, presenting her pussy fully to me and she was fucking the strongest yet into my face, her ass almost bouncing off the bed. It was time for me to suck her clit so Moira could cum.

Gently, using my fingers and my tongue, I peeled her hood back from the precious love toy it was protecting and enveloped Moira's swollen clit in my mouth. With my lips forming a seal, I sucked gently while my tongue caressed the sides and top. "There! There!" Moira cried out. "Oh, my God, that's wonderful. Suck me there! Suck me there!" I needed no urging and I sucked and licked her marvelous clit for several minutes while Moira moaned and sobbed and tossed on the bed. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" was the joyous cry as Moira started cumming. Her legs squeezed my temples and her hands grabbed the back of my head to press my face even more tightly into her pussy. Ecstatically, she rocked back and forth and side to side, her hands and legs keeping my head a prisoner, and a very willing prisoner it was. I kept my lips firmly wrapped around her clit and my arms tightly holding her legs and went where her aimless thrashing took me, continuing to suck and lick on that wonderful mouthful. At her climax, Moira arched her back and drove her pussy one last time into my face, followed by completely relaxing on the bed, her arms limply at her sides. My head was no longer a prisoner; Moira's legs were draped over my shoulders, just as relaxed as the rest of her body.

Before crawling out from underneath, I licked all the juices from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips, leaving enough inside her vagina to serve as lubrication for the next thing that I expected Moira to want to do. When I had eaten everything I thought I should, I went into the bathroom and used my fingers to wipe most of her juices off my face. I licked off my fingers to avoid wasting any more of her nectar than I could help, and what I couldn't eat, I washed off with a wet towel. I expected that we would do a lot more kissing and I know Moira is a bit squeamish about tasting her own juices. Barefoot but still wearing my pants, I returned to the bedroom and saw Moira, completely relaxed on the bed, a peaceful smile on her face. My condoms are kept in a bowl on top of the nightstand and I selected one, removed the rest of my clothing and put on the condom. When I was ready, I went back to the foot of the bed to gaze at the beautiful Moira again.

Her pussy was smeared with her juices and my saliva but a beautiful sight for all that. Both garters were still around her thighs but the stockings they had supported had come loose and were bunched around her ankles. I didn't expect that to bother Moira because she believes that the darker green of her garters, the color of live and healthy shamrocks, has many times more magical power than the light green of her stockings. I stepped up beside her and kissed her pretty, green lips. Moira opened her eyes and smiled.

"Sure and Begorrah, Laddie, ye really do know how to please a horny lassie. There is one more thing I be after wantin' from ye, though." She saw my cock was erect and covered with a condom. "And I see ye already be ready to be after doin' it for me."

"Aye, Lassie, that I am." I got back on the bed and knelt between Moira's legs. 

She reached down and spread her inner pussy lips. "Right there, me Bucko, is where I be after wantin' your big, hard tool."

"I be after wantin' it there too, me lovely Mavourneen." Supporting my weight on one hand and holding my cock with the other, I guided the tip into the beautiful pussy where it was wanted. Once the tip had entered, I gave a short push and two more inches wedged into the slippery but tight pussy.

"Oooo, yeah, like that," Moira murmured, forgetting her dialect again. 

I leaned forward and moved my hands so they were on either side of Moira's shoulders and supporting the weight of my upper body. With a series of firm but gentle thrusts, each one eliciting happy cooing, my cock was entirely embedded in her pussy and I curled my arms under hers so I was leaning on my forearms. Moira spread her legs open a little more to wrap them around my hips and my cock entered her pussy another fraction of an inch. Her arms went around my neck and we kissed each other long and deep. When the kiss ended, I slowly backed my cock out of her pussy and then plunged it back in again. Moira cooed happily again and her arms and legs hugged me more tightly.

The second time I stroked my cock out and back into Moira, she fucked back to meet me, cooing again as my cock squeezed all the way into her tight pussy. "Ooo, I really love what your cock is doing for me, George. I'm really horny so fuck me good," she told me, with no hint of a brogue. 

"I love your pussy; it's so tight and hot and wet," I responded, also omitting the "sures", the "begorrahs" and the "afters". We didn't really need any dialect to enjoy fucking each other.

Moira's pussy lubricated freely as we enjoyed fucking each other slowly for a long time. With all my weight supported by my forearms and knees, Moira was free to move around beneath me. She moved a lot; as the level of her pleasure slowly mounted, her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow and her body writhed under mine. Besides her pussy fucking back to meet the strokes of my cock, her hips were swiveling, thrusting her legs out beside me while she was rocking from side to side. Moira really enjoys making love with me and she is not at all hesitant to tell me, with no hint of brogue or Irish stage dialect in what she said. 


Superstitions Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Primroses

Have you ever wondered about the birth of words, their history? 'Endless' for instance; without the end. Or 'breakfast'; from breaking your fasting. And a very interesting one, the 'primrose'. Exactly: a prim Rose. No, not the flower, the girl.

Once upon a time there lived a hunter deep in the forest. His wife died when giving birth to his precious daughter, so he had to raise his child on his own. He did a good job and the babe grew into a healthy girl and then into a serious young woman. 

Since she grew up in the woods, she learned a lot about the plants and trees, the berries and the flowers. Over the years the girl earned herself a reputation for healing and if someone needed a potion, a salve or a poultice, they went to the hunter's daughter. Well, not exactly.

Ever since his wife died the hunter had been a little odd. At first people told each other he was grieving for his wife. Then they whispered he wanted to spare his daughter the fate of her mother. Whatever his reasons, the hunter made sure his daughter never mingled with the children from the villages nearby and when she was older he never allowed her to meet young men. He guarded his little girl as if she were the most valuable possession in the world. And she was precisely that, to him. 

Whenever someone needed her services they could leave a note with the teacher who gave it to the hunter who gave it to his daughter. The remedies traveled the same way backwards, from the daughter to the hunter to the teacher to the person who needed them. Of course, there was a lot of speculation but all the villagers ever found out was her name, Rose.

Over the years people got used to the strange ways of the hunter and they even seemed to forget the young woman in the forest until, one day, the teacher waited for the hunter in vain. He waited one day, then a second day and finally on the third day he decided to search for his messenger. Not sure what he could expect, the teacher asked the son of the smith to go with him.

This Hugh was big and strong but not the brightest of men. He had been a kind and friendly child, but gullible too and the other children in the village had often teased him mercilessly. It had made him wary and afraid of people, and the only thing that had saved him from further harassment was his size. Hugh had grown into a man with broad shoulders and a wide chest, legs like tree trunks and lungs like bellows.

Hugh was a bit afraid to go to new places, but he had learned to keep that kind of feeling secret. Besides, what would be the point of telling the teacher he didn't want to go into the forest? The man had never listened to what Hugh wanted or not wanted. Not once had he protected the slow boy from his cruel peers, so there was no reason for Hugh to expect something better now.

The teacher was a tall gaunt man, slowly turned sour over the years spent in teaching the children of backward villagers instead of the sons and daughters of noble folk. He secretly thought Hugh was just a walking lump of clay and he merely wanted him along for the use of his muscles if the need arose.

Thus the two of them set off in silence, the teacher not wanting to talk with such a dumb-witted hulk and the young man mistrustful of the teacher and life in general. As the hunter had always called on the teacher, the latter was not sure where the hunter lived. Therefore he asked Hugh to lead the way. Hugh was barely able to read and write, but he knew all there was to know about following tracks. His father had at one time wondered aloud if he really was his son and not the son of the hunter. His wife's cursing and screaming had put his mind at rest on that one though. Besides, Hugh was the spitting image of his father with his dark hair and brown eyes.

As they had to search their way it took them all day and half of the second as well to reach the house deep in the forest. It stood in a clearing, in the middle of a beautiful garden filled with all kinds of flowers and herbs. The fruit trees at the back of the house looked like blushing brides with their limbs covered in bloom and the air was full of fragrant smells. A few birds sat twittering on the rooftop and a small wisp of smoke swirled from the chimney.

For a moment the teacher watched the peaceful scene but his reverie was interrupted the door of the fairytale house opened and the hunter's daughter stepped out. Both men held their breath as they saw her emerge into the sunshine. Her long blond hair shone like gold and her arms and legs were the color of honey, a lovely contrast with the pale blue dress that clung to her curves.

Hugh felt as if his chest had shrunk to half its size, crushing his heart and leaving his lungs hardly room to breathe. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful girl. He was used to ridicule but he never expected the girl to dash inside the house with a scared look on her face. 

It took the teacher the rest of the afternoon to calm her down enough so she came out of the house again. She told them the hunter had died in his sleep and she had buried him behind the cherry trees. Hugh sat to one side and listened to the teacher and Rose talking. All he did was drink in her beauty and every time her blue eyes looked his way he felt his face turn hot and red.

After a while Hugh noticed how the teacher was looking at Rose and he felt a little uncomfortable. He had never liked the thin man and he thought his ogling was gross. To his own surprise he heard himself say he would be the messenger from now on. The teacher frowned but could not think of a good reason to protest and Rose's face lit up as she sent Hugh a grateful smile. 

So, from that day on, Hugh traveled into the woods once a week to bring Rose messages and supplies and to bring back the salves and potions for the sick. Since he and the teacher were the only ones who knew the way, the villagers even started to treat Hugh with a little more respect and as a result he straightened his spine and held his head high.

One day, maybe two months later, Hugh arrived at the house to hear the sound of panting and muttering from the back. With a frown on his broad face he rounded the house and saw Rose trying to lift a heavy axe. He never said a word but stepped forward, took the axe from her slender hands and worked till there was a respectable pile of logs and kindling. 

When he was finished Rose pointed to the pump wrinkling her nose and both laughed as he pulled his shirt off and sluiced the sweat from his body. They were both surprised though by the effect his naked torso had on Rose. The only man she had ever known was her father and now she looked at a healthy, muscled man only a few years older than her.

Her breath caught in her throat and Hugh could see the color rise in her cheeks. His dark eyes full of wonder he reached out and touched the soft skin, tracing her lips with his fingers. For the first time in his life, he touched a girl without her mocking him and he felt a warm glow starting to spread through his entire body. 

Without really thinking about it, he used both hands to feel her face, her throat, her arms. Rose just stood there, enjoying the feel of another human being touching her. After a few moments she caressed the broad chest and the muscled arms and how it happened neither of them knew, but suddenly they embraced and the slender girl nearly disappeared in the clasp of the big man.

The touching and kissing led to exploring more skin which led to more kissing and finally they found themselves on the soft grass, their clothes a few colorful patches in the shadow of the cherry trees. Hugh reached out and touched the pink tips on her breasts, surprising Rose and himself as she gasped with the pleasure of it. Rose in turn was fascinated with the hard member between his legs that was so soft to the touch. 

Like they were the first people on earth they explored each other, enjoying the warm sun on their backs, savoring the smell of the other, the taste of skin and eventually the pleasure of making the other sigh and moan with desire. Hugh had heard the other boys snickering and whispering of course, and Rose knew how animals mated. Neither of them had expected the joining of their bodies to be filled with so much pleasure however and the rest of that day was spent in kissing and stroking, touching and moaning.

From that day on, Hugh spent more and more time with Rose till he finally decided to go live with her. His father could miss him easily as there were more sons to take over the smithy and Hugh had always liked being outdoors. Rose was happy with the kind and strong man that worshipped the ground she walked on and Hugh was forever amazed that such a beautiful creature could love him. They were very happy for a while and they never gave another thought to the people of the village. 

The same could not be said the other way around. The people of the village talked plenty about Rose and Hugh. Among them the teacher, who kept saying it was sinful to let them live together like that. They were not even properly joined by a priest. Mainly because of his carping the town elders finally gave in and decided to have a talk with the young couple.

By now it was the end of the summer and they set out with the teacher to lead the way into the flaming forest. None of the men had eyes for the riot of colors, the lush brambles or the tiny delicate mushrooms adorning a fallen tree. They grumbled and frowned and clumped through the woods on their way to an unpleasant encounter. 

Since the teacher guided them they arrived at the hunter's house some time in the afternoon. At first it looked as if there were nobody there, but the teacher urged them to look behind the peaceful cottage. The sour man was the last to round the corner and like the two pompous men before him he stood rooted to the spot. 

The sun was over its zenith and the light slanted through the trees, painting yellow and dark-green stripes on the grass and the young woman who was bathing by the pump. For a moment the scene was frozen in time. Then Rose noticed the three men leering at her and with a squeal she snatched her dress and tried to hide her body behind the thin material.

It was no use however. They had all seen the firm little breasts, the swell of her hips and the tempting golden curls between her legs. And each of those virtuous men felt himself respond to her beauty. Rose saw their eyes and recognized the look her Hugh had when he wanted to plunge deep inside her. But these men were strangers and their faces did not show any love or respect for her.

With a sob Rose stepped back, looking for a way out but there was none. The teacher was the first to step further into the garden, licking his thin lips. His hands were already busy loosening the strings on his trousers and he seemed unhindered by the presence of the two village elders at his back. Ever since the day he first saw her, he had been dreaming of her and the thought of that big ox having her had been eating at him almost constantly.

Suddenly he saw the eyes of the girl grow wide and her mouth opened without a sound. As his trousers dropped to his ankles it was a bit awkward to turn around, but over his shoulder he saw the two elders huddling against the wall of the little house. Their faces turned white from fear as they watched a furious Hugh.

In a few steps Hugh was beside the teacher and without giving him the chance to come up with some tale or another, he lifted the miscreant by the neck and shook him in rage. They all heard the bones snap and when Hugh dropped the body to the ground the teacher was already dead from a broken neck.

It took only one murderous look from Hugh's dark eyes to chase the frightened elders away. Hugh calmed his Rose down and afterwards buried the teacher in front of the house. As a reminder to other evil doers he said. 

All autumn and winter they were left alone in their little paradise. Since the teacher was no longer there Hugh stopped to act as go-between and the people in the village could no longer ask Rose for help. By the end of the winter they had had enough. They realized they needed Rose or at least her healing skills so they send a few young men to go fetch her.

It was the first day of spring and Rose and Hugh were standing in front of the cottage when Rose suddenly pointed to the grass in front of the house. Right on the spot were Hugh had buried the teacher there sprouted a few unknown flowers, their faces golden like Rose's hair and with a dark heart. 

The two lovers were still wondering about this when the young men from the village turned up. They had been part of the pack that had always bullied Hugh as a kid, but their bravado soon disappeared at the sight of the broad chest and muscled arms and legs. It was obvious they would never be able to win a fight so they tried to win through cleverness. 

Talking to Rose they came up the path to the house, but as soon as they came abreast the unknown flowers it seemed as if they had run into a wall. No matter what they did, they could not go further. For a while Rose and Hugh watched their antics and then Rose thought of an explanation for the mystery.

The teacher had wanted to harm her so he was doing penance by protecting her from evil spirits. Hugh smiled and nodded. His Rose was a smart woman and no doubt she was right. For once in his life he felt utterly clever as he told the men from the village that they were stopped by prim flowers protecting Rose. The villagers tried to get rid of Hugh on a few other occasions but every time they were stopped by some unseen barrier and every time he laughed at them and pointed at the yellow flowers bordering the path. 

Over time the villagers started to call the flowers prim roses and till this day the little yellow blooms protect you against evil spirits. Do you want a safe haven? Plant some primroses in your garden.

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Superstitions Ch. 07



Dustin's lips enveloped Maggie's hard, pointing nipples then he suckled them gently. Her moans of approval were all he needed to hear to start his hand's upward glide between her legs. She opened them wider and allowed his fingers to find their target. His pressing palm pushed into her puss through her tight, short, cut off jeans. She tossed her head back and her braided pigtails fell behind her.

She felt his tongue make circles over her breasts while his fingers unfastened the buttons on her shorts. She brought her head forward to watch his eager tongues twirling. His playful nips at various spots on her soft plump breast sent her desires soaring.

He sat up straight and gave her denim shorts a tug and they slowly worked their way past her hips then came off in a wisp. His smile grew wider as his eyes feasted on her neatly shaven bush. His head dove towards her waiting puss and began lapping at her slit, anxiously.

"Oh God, I love it when you do that," Maggie said as she shifted her ass from side to side. Her country accent was sharp and her ass scratched a bit from the hay straw stored in the loft of the barn. Dustin licked her wildly and sucked at her clit trying to arouse her fully. It was working. 

Maggie spread her legs wide and reached down and pulled Dustin's hair tightly into her puss excitedly. Driving her hips upward into his face more and more.

"You want me?" Maggie asked in a low tone.

Dustin raised his head from between her legs. Looking at her wide eye'd and licking his lips. "I thought you were saving yourself for marriage?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Were getting married, right?" Maggie asked. Her top pulled up over her breasts, her fingers were twisting at each of her nipples. Her head tilted downwards as her eyes looked upward at Dustin with a sensual smile.

"Yeah as soon as I finish my courses in the spring. It's you and me and Las Vegas." Dustin said smiling, pulling his shirt up over his head as he watched Maggie play with her breasts.

"Then, I saved myself for you and if you want me you better hurry I'm losing that feeling." Maggie said with a wicked grin. Dustin didn't hesitate his hands unfastened his pants and slung them off in record time. Crawled between Maggie's legs and began kissing her lips, cheek, neck and shoulder repeatedly. She slowly laid back into the hay. Dustin fixed his cock to point at her as he took the first finger and pulled her pussy lips apart then guided his hard cock into her slit. Slowly, he eased into her more.

Her breath became short and her fingers tightened around each of his arms. His pressing cock drove deeper inside of her. Her head shot to her left as she bit into her bottom lip. Closed her eyes tighter than her fingers grasp of Dustin's biceps.

His trusts became stronger and driving into her deeper as she spread her legs by grabbing her legs and pulling them outward. Dustin began panting and humping excitedly, rapidly and wild.

A noise came from the barn. Both Dustin and Maggie froze. They both heard it, not sure what it was they looked at each other frozen stiff, listening. Then they heard a faint sound, Dustin rolled off of Maggie and they both lay silent and still, peering into the depths of the barn's open interior.

The sound of flapping wings got louder as an Owl flew to it's perch just above them in the rafters. Maggie and Dustin lay still and watched the solid white Owl that had flown not 6 feet from where they lay. It's large peering eyes pierced the two love birds as if waiting for movement. Moving its head back and forth to get a better look, the Owl spread its wings then folded them under itself even tighter. It's large, golden eyes blinked a couple times then peered at Dustin then at Maggie. The Owl's long, sharp and intimidating talons dug into the wooden beam that stretched across the barns loft. 

"Maggie... dinners ready, MAGGIE!" Came the call from the house. Maggie looked at Dustin and the Owl took flight. Dustin and Maggie watched it fly out of the barn. It's wide wing span barely flapped, it glided downward and out of the barns livestock entry.

"Dang, did you see that?" Maggie asked excitedly.

"Sure did, that was way cool," Dustin said while looking Maggie up and down. Maggie smiled and began getting dressed quickly.

"I gotta go, I'll call you tonight," Maggie said as she went to dart off then turned around and went back and kissed Dustin then descended down the ladder and ran to the house. Dustin lay hid with a smile on his face. 

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Supper was laid out on the dining room table, Southern Fried Chicken pieces piled on a large white platter, mashed potatoes, Gravy, fresh from the garden green beans and biscuits covered with a kitchen towel for warmth. Maggie hastily rushed towards the wash room passing the dining room.

"Hey Grand pa," Maggie yelled as she shot down the hall.

"Oniwa, Mag pie," The elderly Indian man replied as he found his seat and pulled the chair out. The family began sitting down, Mr. Parker sat at the head and Mrs. Parker sat opposite of him. Maggie's two sisters, Vicky and Stacy sat across from each other. Vicky sat next to Grand pa. Maggie ran in and sat next to Stacy.

"Lets eat," Mr. Parker exclaimed and the hands and arms started crossing the table. Passing bowls and plates, scooping and passing. Smiles and 'thank you' were passed around as well.

"So, who lost they're virginity today?" Grand pa spat while scooping up potatoes as he looked around the table. Mr. Parker was sitting with his mouth wide open, frozen. He had started to take his first bite when he heard those words and hadn't moved since. Vicky never batted an eye, as if she didn't hear him, she was 23 and well known for sharing her virtues. Maggie was 21 and a student at the junior college, Stacey was 19 and sitting in her seat snickering as if she had just been caught.

"What ever made you say such a thing, Dad," Mrs. Parker blurted in total shock.

"I saw the Snow Owl while I was walking over this afternoon," Grandpa spat. Then took a bite as if he hadn't said anything wrong. Everyone else was glancing back and forth in shock but tolerated the old man's bluntness. 

"I saw a white Owl today Grand pa, in the barn." Maggie said and began eating. The sound of utensils scraping plates began to sound again as they all began to feast. 

"What were you doing in the barn?" Mrs. Parker asked Maggie.

"I don't think we should use words like virginity, during supper time," Mr. Parker added his two cents. 

"I didn't see any Owl," Vicky said just to keep the subject going.

"So your a woman now," Grand pa looked at Maggie smiling and chewing. Mrs. Parker glared at Maggie. Stacy looked at Maggie too only she was smiling.

"Why do you say that?" Maggie asked her Grand father. Taking a bite of chicken waiting for the old mans reply. Grand pa was always direct, it was his Indian Heritage that mostly intrigued the girls. Mr. Parker tolerated his wife's father for his senior years. The Old man began to speak as he finished swallowing his food. His long braided gray hair swung slightly as he turned to Maggie.

"If you see, a white Owl during the day, it means someone close to you lost their virginity," Grand pa said with a very serious look on his face. His sunken ancient brown eyes gazed softly upon Maggie then he smiled.

"I don't believe in that superstitious mumbo jumbo," Mr. Parker spat.

"Daddy's always been a tale weaver when it comes to wooded animals." Mrs. Parker said to Mr. Parker. 

"Owls bring omens of mischance and death. An owl hooting from a housetop at night meant the person inside was about to die. An owl screeching at a baby's birth foretold that baby's life as a witch, or its death." Grand pa stated.

"Owls make me think of witchcraft and Halloween. 'Eye of owl' a main ingredient in my witch's brew." Vicky said with dramatics in a scary way and they laughed but Mr. and Mrs. Parker did not.

"Settle down and eat," Mrs. Parker said abruptly.

"A white owl seen during the day light hours means some one close to you has lost their vir..." Grand pa looked at Mr. Parker. "Virtue." Everybody chuckled including Mr. Parker. "An owl Hooting at night is a wise spirit trying to tell you of your future, good and bad. Listen to it's tone and it will tell you." Grand pa said then dove back into his meal.

The three Daughters kept glancing at each other, Vicky shot Stacy a look and Maggie shot both of them a look. Stacy rolled her eyes at Maggie and they all three giggled while two of them was trying to figure out who the mystery person could be. Maggie played along to confuse them.

"How can an owl...'spirit'... tell you this?" Mrs. Parker asked with disbelief as she looked at her father then her husband smiling.

"Owls are an omen actually, a message from the Spirit world to communicate with us in the physical world. You either listen or you don't. Owls speak to those who give a 'Hoot'." Grand pa said with a chuckle then took another bite of supper.

Maggie took a bite too and began winking at her sisters secretly. Stacy's mouth fell open then closed quickly as not to give it away. Vicky just snickered with a slight head shaking. Mr. and Mrs. Parker were engrossed in a fixed stare at each other while Grand Pa ate happily and content with his wisdom.

Just then, in the distance they all heard the 'Hoot of an Owl. They all froze, no one moved, then they all broke out in laughter. Even Grand Pa which made everything okay.

"And what does it mean when your eating supper and hear an Owl?" Mr. Parker asked with a slight quirk in his voice. 

"Daddy!" Stacy blurted at her fathers question.

Grand pa looked at Mr. Parker and smiled as he put a bite of food in his mouth. The family patiently waited while grand pa chewed his food. All were waiting to hear if there was a reason for the Owls 'hoot.'

"The Owl that 'hoots' during a meal..." Grand pa began, "Is angry for not being invited therefore you shall find more white specs on your car tomorrow." Everyone busted out laughing except for Mr. Parker who shot Mrs. Parker a look and she quieted her laugh to a snicker.

"Oh my, those birds do leave they're mark on my car and I always wondered why," Mr. Parker said and the family all laughed together. The tension eased and the dining room became quiet other than utensils scraping dinner ware. 

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Maggie turned out the light on her night stand, next to her bed. Pulling the covers up around her neck she snuggled up into a ball there in the darkness.

"Hoot..whoo..whoo," the call of a distant Owl broke the silence. Maggie's eyes shot wide open then a grin spread across her lips. 

"Tattle tell," Maggie said to herself, snickering, then curled up and fell into slumber, with thoughts of her day.



Superstitions Ch. 08



I had come along way from Phoenix Arizona to catch a wave. I was now off the coast of Hawaii in one of the local spots. I was still pretty unsure of what to do but I was going to give it a try. Finding a board had also been a slight problem. I weigh 350 pounds and almost every board in the world will not support that weight. I’d ended up having it specially made by a shaper just off the beach I was now on. I’d originally come across Syd on e-bay. I’d been doing my research and found out that I’d have to have a custom board. Syd was selling custom boards. I’d emailed my needs and Syd put those into an auction. It turned out that I wasn’t the only big guy who wanted a board.  Syd had received over twenty bids for this board and the final price had been staggering. After several more auctions Syd wrote me and told me that I was being gifted with a board. Syd had made so much money with these bigger boards that they were about to become a new line. 

I gratefully accepted the board and when I asked Syd said there were conditions. I had to come to Lizard Point and pick up the board personally. I was also going to be taught how to use it. Syd gave me the date my board would be done and I dutifully got a couple weeks off from work to fly to Hawaii and learn to surf.

It took me awhile to find Lizard point. It’s a very secret beach and most island dwellers won’t show tourists to it. I’d wasted most of a day finding it. As I parked and walked out onto the beach I was met by a welcoming crew of four surfers. I was informed that this beach was for locals only. I admit I wasn’t really paying attention and just thanked the kid for telling me. He got my attention though as his fist crashed into my face. I was more surprised than hurt. The kid only weighed about 150 and there is only so much power a featherweight can put behind a punch. I weigh in as a heavyweight and 30 seconds later I resumed my hunt for Syd’s hut. 

I found a hut a little way down the beach and there was a really beautiful Hawaiian girl waxing a board in the shade of the porch. I asked if this was Syd’s place and she looked me over carefully before telling me it was Syd’s place. I asked if Syd was home and she busted out laughing. I came to learn That while Syd was short for Sydney it was also a feminine name not just a masculine one. 

Syd showed me to a back room and told me I was welcome to stay there. I tossed my warbags down and dug out my bathing suit. After I looked like I was ready to get wet I went to find Syd and get my first lesson. I was thinking I would just go down to the water and be off but that wasn’t the way it worked. Syd dragged me out onto the beach and made me go through the motions of surfing. I ended up being glad that I did. Jumping to your feet from your belly is a lot harder when your in my weight class. It took me awhile to get it down.

When I had mastered or at least come to grips with my board, Syd took me down to the water and had me watch how the waves came in and exactly where they broke. Some of the waves would break I the same spot time after time. I came to learn that this was caused by reefs and that these were spots to avoid. Syd had given me an old board to practice on but as I watched the watr she came out with the biggest surfboard I’d ever seen. It was done in Black and had a Purple Maltese cross in the middle. Just like I’d wanted. I spent the rest of the day watching the water and waxing my new board.

That night I have to admit I was a little curios. After all Syd was this beautiful Hawaiian goddess who had invited a mainlander to sleep in her place. I went to bed but there was no knock on the door and no companionship all night. 

The next morning I was out early on the beach and there was Syd right behind me. She asked me what I’d learned from watching the water yesterday. I told her about the tides, the currents and eddies in the water, the brake points I’d seen and the thing about the ninth wave of each cycle seeming to be the largest. She visibly started at that one and asked me to explain myself.  I grinned and told her that it might just be my imagination but it seemed to me that the ninth wave of a cycle seemed to be larger than the others.

She explained to me that there was in fact a superstition that held that every ninth wave was bigger than the others. No real reason for it that’s just the way it worked. She seemed a little surprised that I’d seen it.

We headed for the ocean and paddle out to where she said we should start from. I asked her to show me once what I’d be seeing from this side and in no time at all she caught a wave and was gone. She was grace in motion as she mounted that wave and took it all the way in. I’d seen her do it and knew it could be done. But I also wanted the biggest wave I could find. I started a cycle and counted. When the ninth wave came in I was paddleing for all I was worth and felt it pick me up and carry me along. I jumped up and then it hit me this was my first wave and I was surfing. I worked the wave from top to bottom, I didn’t try anything spectacular I just wanted to ride. It was glorious and as I hit the tube I felt ten feet tall and bullet proof. That feeling didn’t last as the tube collapsed on me and I was driven under the water. When I surfaced I found several people applauding me including the guy’s I’d tangled with yesterday. I found that the superstition was true it had been a monster wave and two other experienced surfers had been on that same wave and gone down before I had.

That bought me a passport onto the beach and I spent the rest of the day having a blast and picking up tips from the other surfers. And that night there was a knock on my door and in came Syd naked as the day she was born. 

We had glorious sex there in the hut and out on the beach, and later as we cuddled I asked her why she hadn’t come to me yesterday.

“Yesterday you weren’t a surfer.” She answered sleepily.

I love surfing. 



Superstitions Ch. 09



"Rob!" Nikki called from the pool. "Will you grab me a mineral water on your way out?!" She swiveled her head from the inflatable lounger, glancing up to see if he heard her. Seeing his wave through the window, she stretched back out in the sun, the simple movement causing small waves to lap and lull her back into a contented daze. The warmth of the sun licked deliciously along her flesh as oiled skin glistened from the gentle movement of the water.

Rob glanced outside at his wife, a broad grin crossing his face as she sunbathed nude in their secluded backyard. "Thank God for National Nude Day," he chuckled, pulling a chilled bottled of mineral water from the fridge along with a long-necked beer. "Otherwise she'd never be caught dead in the pool like that." Nikki was not an exhibitionist by any means but she was overly superstitious and believed in celebrating all the holidays that came around, even the ones no one usually knew about. Hell, they were running out of places to plant trees on Arbor Day! Some of her quirks were carried just a bit too far but Rob adored her and complied.

Carrying the drinks outside, Rob popped the top off his beer and took a swig before setting it down. "Rob!" he heard, turning to look in Nikki's direction. "Why are you still dressed?!" She almost looked distraught and he grinned as she continued, "For Pete's sake, you've got to go the whole day nude. It's the rule!" Nikki rolled her eyes and spread her legs a bit so the sun could warm hr inner thighs. Rob couldn't help but stare hungrily at her delectable twat now open a bit for his viewing pleasure. Nikki kept it trimmed close and shaped in a sexy arrow pointing right to where he wanted his lips to be.

Quickly shedding his own clothes, he couldn't help but glance around the backyard. Even though it was well secluded behind a high fence and a lush spread of trees, Rob couldn't help but feel very exposed. As delectable as Nikki looked floating in nothing but golden-hued flesh and dark swirling hair, he was glad Nude Day only came around once a year. If it wasn't for his wife being so superstitious, he wouldn't be taking it this far! Grabbing both his beer and his wife's mineral water, he stepped into the water, his semi-hard cock shrinking instantly as the cold water touched his flesh. "God damn, that's cold!" he hissed, slowly sinking lower into the water as he headed to where Nikki was lazily basking in the sun.

Her gentle laughter wafted in the breeze as she glanced over at her husband, her green eyes hungrily drifting over his rock-hard form; sculpted muscles kissed by an almost hairless skin, large shoulders drifting down to a tapered waist and flat hips settled on top of strong muscled thighs. Nikki's grin drifted upwards on rose-hued lips as she took the bottle of mineral water extended out to her, Rob's free hand stroking up her inner thigh to the sun-kissed pussy warm from the sun's rays. "Feeling a bit frisky?" she teased.

"How could I not with you lying there like that?" he growled low, leaning over to capture a hot hardened nipple in his mouth. "You look so fucking hot." His tongue swirled in lazy motions around her puckered flesh and was rewarded by the sound of a soft mew coming from Nikki's throat, her head pushing back into the float as she arched up to offer him more, long lashes fluttering closed over jade eyes.

"What time is it?" she asked through a husky moan.

"Huh?" Rob couldn't believe her sense of timing, his mouth pulling off her nipple as he stood upright in the pool next to her inflatable lounger and looked down at her puzzled. "That's an odd question when I'm working on fucking you, Nikki."

Emerald eyes shot open as she looked at him, her skin obviously flushed with both the kiss of the sun and the desires that he had awoken within her. "Rob, I told you ... if we want to have a healthy baby, we have to have sex at midday when the sun is the highest. Today, that's at 2:03!"

"Nikki!" Rob's exasperated sigh reached her ears as he stared down at her. "You know, this is getting old. You and these fucking superstitions!" He pushed away from her and stalked over to the steps of the pool, sinking down and pulling on his beer, taking long swallows.

Nikki softly sighed and glanced over at the clock – 1:30. Biting down on her lip as she calculated the time in her head, she rolled off the lounger and gasped as the cold water stung at her heated skin. Sinking down quickly to her chin to take the chill away, her gaze settled on her gorgeous husband sulking on the steps of the pool. A little smile kissed her lips as she started easing over to him, keeping her body hidden beneath the water, raven tresses floating along behind her until heavy-laden with water and then sinking down slowly to cling to her back.

Rob watched her out of the corner of his eye even as he tipped the bottle for another swig of beer. God she irritated the shit out of him sometimes but she was so fucking beautiful! He could feel his cock twitch underneath the water even as he feigned disinterest as she slowly approached him. Another drink from the bottle and she was almost on top of him and he couldn't help but reach out for her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, slithering between his thighs. "I just want this baby so much." Nikki's lips caressed over his and then down to his chin, trailing along the line of his strong jaw to nibble on his earlobe. She was rewarded with a soft moan as her husband shifted beneath her, drawing her between his legs as he reclined a bit on the steps of the pool. "Please don't be mad," she breathed into his ear.

Rob leaned a little to the left, setting his beer on the side of the pool before both hands slid over her hips to her rounded ass, squeezing and just letting those lovely cheeks settle into the palms of his hands. "It's just you talked me into this Nude Day shit and now here you are, naked and all wet ... in more ways than one and you're telling me to fucking wait." The exasperation was clearly in his voice even as his head fell back a bit, letting his wife's warm pliant lips trail deliciously down the curve of his throat, moaning as her tongue toyed with his Adam's apple.

Nikki's gaze turned to the clock once more as her tongue traversed over her sexy husband's skin. If she could just time it so ... she could probably get him to cum inside of her at just the right time. She smiled, pulling back a bit, shimmering green eyes locking with his before she turned and settled in the place between his open thighs, her back pressed to his stomach and chest, the back of her head on his shoulder. She could feel his chest heave as he sighed, knowing he was going to have to wait. Nikki's fingers curled around one of his hands and pulled it forward and around, sliding it slowly between her hot thighs, her own breath captured momentarily as she felt his sock twitch in the small of her back.

Rob's mouth lowered to the top of her ear, nibbling as his fingers came to life between her legs, gently stroking her clit until it hardened beneath his touch. He could feel Nikki shiver, a low whimper erupting from her throat as her head pushed back slightly into his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face as he knew how much this turned her on. Tonguing the rim of her ear and then down to her earlobe, first one finger slipped deep inside, between those hot moist folds and then as she writhed in his arms, added one more as his thumb toyed with her throbbing clit.

Nikki's body couldn't help but respond as she shuddering reflexively at the welcome invasion, biting down on her lower lip, feeling her thighs bloom even wider as she glanced back at the clock. Damn thing ... hurry! She could feel his fingers probing deeper and deeper, searching for that perfect spot that would send her over the edge. Soft whimpers from her own lips were his reward as her eyes closed, leaning back against him as her hips begin to move on their own accord beneath the exquisite tutelage of his fingers. 

Rob moved his fingers slowly, noticing how quiet his lovely wife was becoming as they teased in the depths of her warm, wet pussy. "You like that, you naughty girl, don't you?" he growled soft in her ear.

Nikki licked her lips as her own fingers slid back on their own accord behind her and between his straddled legs, nodding at his question with a soft purr. "You're not playing fair," she whispered.

Rob groaned squeezing his eyes shut as her fingers made contact with his rigid pole, making it twitch and swell even more in his anxiety to have her. "You know what that will start, Nikki ..." He heard her purr in response as she pushed back a bit, fingers sliding down to fondle and play with his balls. Rob couldn't help but shift, giving her more access even as he growled into her ear. "And you do know," he began, gripping her by the hair, damp and soft in his hand, jerking her head back to his shoulder even as her own fingers begin to lightly stroke him along that throbbing vein, her own hips pumping up to his fingers. "That it can end as quickly as it started," he playfully warned, grinning as she yelped in surprise at the jerk and then moaned as her walls shuddered in surrender to his demanding nature over her body, coating his fingers with her sweet juice.

Nikki whimpered helplessly, thought of the time almost forgotten as her thighs trembled slightly. She turned her head just enough for her velveteen tongue to dart out against his jaw, loving the taste of his flesh. She jerked slightly as his fingers graze over her clit, small trembles rocking her against him as he adds a third finger, filling her completely. Nikki is lost completely, feeling her walls clamp down on them, hips starting to move as if to encourage him to pump them in and out, harder and faster. 

And then as suddenly as it started, Rob pulled his fingers out of her and heard her cry of surprise as he pulled away, a slow smile crossing his lips as she turns in between his legs, her eyes wide and glazed with the lust he has created. Glancing to the clock himself, he whispers ... "What time, Nikki? What time do you need my cum in your cunt?"

Nikki moaned and shuddered at his question, feeling her pussy begin to drool and quiver in anticipation of what was to come. "2:03," she whispered, glancing at the clock and then at him.

Rob's eyes glanced over as well, seeing that he had about 16 minutes before her little superstition required his seed. He grinned as he grabbed her and moved towards the side of the pool, hips grinding against hers as her legs reflexively wrapped around him. "Well, we better get started then, you superstitious little slut," he grated into her ear and then set her up on the side of the pool almost roughly.

Nikki gasped as he moved between her thighs, strong hands wrapping around her calves and then pushed back hard to open her up to him, her wet cunt open and throbbing in the blazing sun. She looked down at him, shivering to see that ravenous look take over his handsome face, eyes widening as his hands shoved her thighs wider, pushing back until the tops of her thighs were torturing her aching nipples and then arched, head falling back as his tongue darted out, flicking at her throbbing clit. Trembling fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer in delirious need as she opened herself reflexively more for his pleasure. 

Rob's expert mouth sucked and nipped at her exposed clit before finally clamping down on it with his teeth, glancing up to his lovely slut wife as she jerked and shuddered beneath him. He could feel her fingers curling tightly into his hair, those lovely thighs trembling close to his ears, her hips bucking uncontrollably up against his hot mouth. Glancing to the clock ... 13 minutes ... then back to watching her enjoy his mouth, sucking a bit harder, grinding his teeth into her throbbing little pearl. 

Nikki felt his gaze, the intensity between them growing ... anticipation of his taking of her and the explosion of their joining at just the right moment. She couldn't help but get wet again thinking of the baby that would swell in her belly, the product of their love and passions. Moist lips part as she pants for breath, feeling it building ... building ... eyes locking with Rob's as her fingers curl reflexively in his hair, pulling him closer.

Rob tears his teeth from her, his passionate eyes hard as he growls against her swollen lips, "Beg me, Nikki ... NOW!" Then as she cries out, he buries his face back between her legs, attacking her clit in a ferocious hunger.

"Oh god, Rob! Please, don't stop ... please, let me cum!" She cannot stop the rhythm of her hips, pushing up again and again for his tongue, the probing steady pulse of his fingers darting in and out, her mind swirling as she tries to keep from hurtling over that edge he has pushed her to. Her head jerks back, thighs trembling non-stop as she tries desperately not to spiral out of control, fingers curling tighter in his hair as she begs on a desperate husky moan, "God, please Rob ... now!!"

"Cum for me, Nikki ... cum NOW!" he commands harshly into her quivering cunt. Her cries of pleasure pour out between her lips, reverberating across the water and out into their neighborhood, bringing a grin of satisfaction to his lips, glad now he had participated in her Nude Day follies. He can feel her pull him closer as she shudders over his fingers, hot sweet nectar pouring over his tongue and past his lips to dribble onto his chin. His fingers slam deep into her as her hips buck furiously against him, knowing she is unable to stop the moans and tremors.

Nikki gasps, crying out as she feels Rob withdraw his fingers, trembling uncontrollably against his mouth as he continues to suck and nibble on her spasmming lips. She can feel his tongue lapping hungrily at every drop of her cum and then flick playfully over her sensitive clit. She can't help but yelp and jerk away from the exquisite sensations as the tries to gasp for breath, eyes glued to the clock, her heart thudding wildly ... 2 minutes! "Rob!" she cries out as he grips her feet, pulling her closer as he rises up in the water, opening her legs back farther as he drags her to the edge and then slams his cock deep inside her. She screams in mindless pleasure, the time forgotten as her body arches beneath him, walls shuddering uncontrollably as his hard cock sends her over the edge again. 

Rob plants his feet at the bottom of the pool, his hips like pistons as he strokes his luscious little wife fast and hard, feeling how close he already is. Reflexively, knowing how much it means to her, glues his eyes to the clock, trying to time his rhythm to the seconds ticking away. Nikki's whimpers and cries of passion are almost more than he can bear, beads of sweat beginning to dot the line of his brow as she pumps in even, quick strokes. He can feel her shuddering beneath him, his eyes willing the clock to hurry the fuck up! 1 minute ... "God damn, Nikki .... Please," he moans, trying to keep his passions in check. 

Nikki's thighs tremble helplessly around him, her hips pumping in exquisite rhythm as her eyes lock to the clock, small silver tears lining thick lashes as she moves her gaze to her husband, feeling him timing his explosion just to satisfy her whims. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, whispering against them in a helpless groan, knowing how he is suffering for her ... "I love you Rob." Eyes darting to the clock again, feeling his strokes coming faster ... shorter, her mind willing the second hand to move faster ... "Oh god, please ..." she pleads and then as it ticks achingly slow to the upright position on the twelve, she cries out, tossing her head back, hips thrusting up eagerly to his, impaling herself upon his throbbing cock, "NOW ROB, NOW!!"

Needing no further encouragement, he explodes deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum, slamming into her hard, her ass scraping along the side of the pool. He can hear her scream out, her nails digging into his shoulders as his own cry of passion joins hers. Rob groans loudly, feeling thick ropes of pearly cum shoot and smother her walls in a coat of delicious hot cream. His fingers tighten on her hips, driving his cock again and again until the spasms begin to subside, pulling her off the edge of the pool and into the water, both of them sinking down to their chins as lips and bodies meet in a passionate embrace.

"Oh Rob ..." Nikki's voice trails off as her arms and legs enfold him, feeling him tremble against her body. "I love you so fucking much. Happy Nude Day."

The deep rumble of his laughter bounces off the pool as he pulls her closer, nibbling on her sensuous lips as he whispers, "Now if that doesn't produce a baby, then I don't know what will." Their laughter was caught up in the sweetness of their kiss as bodies melded together as one once more. 



Superstitions Ch. 11



Ricky Rodriguez hurried home when he got the call. He didn't bother to warn his subordinates nor did he notify his superiors that he was leaving work. He just left. Nothing was more important than this. He drove his car like a madman and nearly bowled Mr. Valenti over on his daily walk to the local hot dog vendor. Mrs. Nelson was not pleased to see him and not pleased to have to sign for a purchase of his.

"You should have told me that you had something coming." His landlord shoved the box into his hands roughly and he cradled it, giving her an angry glare. "It's not my responsibility to sign for things for tenants."

"Thank you, Mrs. Nelson."

"What's lepi ... lepi ... "

"Lepidoptery. The science of studying butterflies and moths."

"So there's something live in there? Ewww!" She gave him a hateful glare. "I will never sign for anything for you again! Next time, have your wife do it!"

Ricky didn't hesitate for very long after she slammed the door. He took the steps two at a time, carefully juggling the precious box and trying to control his excitement. Finally, he thrust a key into the door of his fifth floor apartment and stepped inside, dropping his keys on the side table and hurrying through the living room.

She was still there, waiting for him. His beautiful Maritza laid silently, her golden body draped in snow-white sheets and her hair arranged on the pristine pillows. His adoring eyes drifted over her perfect form, the 38C breasts, the child-bearing hips, the Ava Gardner lips ... but he overlooked the mottled purple and yellow of bruises on her jaw and arms, the black line of dried blood at the corner of her luscious mouth and the anthill-sized lump just hidden under a wing of her dark hair. He did not want to see them nor remember them. There was only now, only the future.

He waited until the clock on the wall read 11:59. One minute till midnight and one minute until the New Year was officially crowned. With shaking hands, he slowly unwrapped the package, keeping his gaze averted until the mantel clock chimed. He took a deep breath and looked down, his breath catching at the beauty inside. The butterfly was like none he'd ever seen. The ad had said that it was only found in the darkest reaches of the Amazon jungle and possessed healing powers second to none. It was for the healing powers that he paid $5,000 for and had anxiously awaited three weeks for its arrival. On this little butterfly's powdered wings lay all of his hopes and dreams.

He sterilized a pair of tweezers from the bathroom, cracked the protective packaging open and fished the quarter-sized insect out, holding it up to the light and gazing at the ethereal luminescence, a pearly light that seemed to emanate from the butterfly. His heart leaped in his chest as he realized that the superstition was true. If the first butterfly of the New Year that you saw was white, good fortune would follow you all year long. Whispering a silent and fervently thankful prayer to his god, he laid the insect between Maritza's perfect breasts and held his breath.

At first, he saw no change. Her chest did not fill with oxygen nor did her sallow skin bronze with life-giving blood. And the lifeless butterfly lay still on her flawless skin.

"Please. Please, Maritza. Come back to me."

As he waited, he thought back to the last time he'd seen her alive. She was so wonderful, so vibrant and beautiful. And she was so good in bed! He missed the way she used to suck his dick, on her knees wearing whore-red lipstick and how she'd ride him to climax after climax, juicing his nuts and cock with her cream. He suddenly ached to bite her coffee-dark nipples and to bury his fingers in her shaved pussy. Oh, Maritza!

The butterfly moved. Ricky glared at it, wondering if he'd blinked and imagined the movement but the wings separated and flexed as the insect awoke from its slumber of death. At the same moment, Maritza's body began to stir to life. A halo of pearlescent light surrounded her body and blood suffused her golden skin, magically erasing the bruises as if they'd never existed. He reached up and pulled the covering sheet away, his mouth watering as her nipples plumped and filled and the lips of her waiting pussy pinkened. 

Finally, her dark eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the butterfly that perched on her finger, then floated upward to find a satisfactory place to rest in her lustrous hair. Ricky knelt at the side of the bed, tears streaming from his eyes as his wife sat up and turned those warm, dark eyes on him.

"Ricky, my love. You brought me back."

"I love you, Mari."

"Then come and make love to me. Make me complete."

"Oh, Mari!"

Ricky lost himself in the lusciousness of her body as he quickly stripped and sucked one of her beautiful nipples into his mouth, licking, sucking and biting until she was trembling with passion. She seemed so different. The old Maritza wouldn't have let him bite her nipples. She would have whined about the pain and then complained that he sucked too hard. His cock hardened as he teased her pencil-eraser nipples with his teeth, moaning as he drew a small amount of blood. She threw her head back and growled her pleasure, opening her legs to his assault.

He roughly shoved his fingers into her pussy, groaning at the juice that coated his fingers. The old Maritza would have started crying by now, upset at the intrusion of his digits inside her and the roughness of his touch. He flicked her click with a finger until it stood proudly, then bent down and bit down on it. She moaned, forcing his head down into her pussy and rubbing against his nose, coming close but not yet achieving her orgasm. 

Ricky whimpered at her violent response to his roughness and pushed her backwards, stabbing his rock-hard prick into her belly. She answered, pressing her mound up into him and taking him more deeply into her. He shuddered and started slamming into her, his balls clapping against her ass with each grunt. God, this was so good! He felt his cock growing larger, responding to her thrusts and welcomed the familiar tingling that started at the base of his spine and speared its way into his heavy balls. "Oh, baby. Mari, I'm going to cum inside you!" Something else that the old Maritza didn't like but he made her accept his seed. It was her job as a woman.

"I'm cumming, too, Ricky!"

He felt her cum first. Her pussy wrapped around him and rippled around his buried shaft but ... something was wrong. Her muscles tightened, painfully clamping down on him even as he fought to erupt inside her canal and a beatific smile played upon her face. "Maritza?"

"You never let me cum first before, Ricky. Now, you'll always cum last."

Ricky Rodriguez just screamed.

* * * * *

The recent widow sat quietly in a kitchen chair and Mrs. Nelson lightly touched her shoulder. "Here's your tea, dearie."

Maritza Rodriguez looked up with red-rimmed eyes and managed a shaky smile. "Thank you for staying with me, Mrs. Nelson. I really appreciate it."

"It's not problem, dearie." The landlord patted her hand. "After all, it's not every day that something like this happens." Mrs. Nelson's gaze fell upon the half-closed bedroom door and what was going on behind it.

Two detectives and emergency personnel stood above the dead body of Ricky Rodriguez, watching as the medical examiner finished his preliminary examination of the victim.

"He used to beat the shit out of her all the time." One detective said to the other. "Landlord used to call us all the time but she'd never do anything about it."

"Helluva way to go."

"But one he deserved."

The ME stood, motioning for his office personnel to come forward and begin taking care of the scene. "It's natural. First I've ever seen, but it's completely natural. He ... without better words, blew his balls out and bled to death."

"Jesus!"

"Well, let's go give her the news. The sooner we're out of here, the sooner she can begin a new life."

The detectives found Maritza and Mrs. Nelson at the kitchen table and gave the widow the news. Her husband had bled to death due to an unfortunate blood clog and as such, no charges would be filed. It took another couple of hours before Maritza was alone in the apartment that she used to share with her abusive husband. She looked down at the bed where she'd laid, dead, and plucked the suitcase she'd packed days before from the closet. Ricky had killed her when she'd told him that she was leaving. Now, she could do as she had wanted.

Looking around, she made certain that the lights were out and that the stove burners were off before collecting the only other thing she wanted to keep from this place. The little butterfly climbed onto her finger and flitted up to her shoulder, brushing its wings against her cheek as a kiss.

"Time to face the New Year with good fortune, eh?" The butterfly flexed its wings in response and with a smile, Maritza shut the door behind her and headed out into the world. 



Superstitions Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Digital Cameras Steal Bytes of Your Soul

"It's a digital camera, it's not going to steal your soul. Although it might change your sexuality, so you might want to be careful there," I say with a smirk. New models are often a challenge to porn photographers, but I tend to use humor to break the ice with them. It's also important that I seem comfortable and confident because it translates to how the models feel. Hardcore photos are difficult enough to shoot; breaking in a new model on top of that has me on my toes.

Jeff blushed a little and looked at me bashfully from under a fringe of hair. Twinks are adorable with their smooth skin and virtual hairlessness. I'm personally very comfortable with being bisexual although I tend to prefer women. Twinks are almost something in-between male and female and it appeals to me. However, this is a gay scene and these boys, insofar as I am aware, are complete fags. No interest in a female photographer whatsoever. That's fine. I will admit to being fairly intimidated with men I don't know very well on my set who are straight; particularly if I'm shooting alone. It's terribly unfair to the professionalism of the men I work with, I realize, but it's really a rather subconscious dread.

The man before me turned and posed again. While we were waiting for Jake to arrive I was just shooting a few fully clothed pics. There were plenty of memory cards for me to play with and I wanted to break the boy of his "deer in headlights" look before he had to perform. "I think my soul would go before I forgot I prefer boys," Jeff finally quipped back after a silence that was long enough that I had to retrace what I'd said to get what he was saying.

"Aw, my loss then," I respond, noting the kid wasn't quite so fast as Jake was on the retorts. Jake was a professional and we'd worked together several times. In fact, the only thing that I really didn't like about him was his constant tardiness. But these are the concessions we make for tardiness. 

The boy, and I really shouldn't call him a boy (he was 19 and I had legally binding proof of that in my file folder in the office) but to me anyone under the age of 25 was a kid or a boy as far as I was concerned. I'd had a bit of a moral dilemma when I was first approached to shoot these so-called "twinks" about the under aged appeal of these photos. But with anything you do, once the work is produced, you can't control what happens with it. It wasn't as if I were manufacturing bullets, where you are fairly certain that the end result of your product was the death of something. I knew lots of people into twinks who would never actually molest a kid. 

I adjusted some of the lights and just let the music flow into the room and watched how Jeff moved. "Not that you aren't very pretty," he added, again after a long enough pause that I'd pretty well forgotten what we were talking about.

I stopped and pulled the camera away from my face, "Thank you, Jeff. It's quite all right. I was only giving you a hard time. This is a professional set and a special non-soul sucking or sexuality changing camera. I prefer girls anyways, not that you aren't tempting." Giving him another wink, I went back behind my camera. That wasn't an entire lie; I did prefer women for the most part. Men did turn me on as well, and in a different context I might've hit on this kid. On the set, however, my mind was generally occupied with thoughts of lighting and framing and keeping the models focused and comfortable. 

"Oh. One time I dressed up in my mother's clothes," he said to me.

I smiled a little and replied, "Oh? Did you like that? Think you might give being a drag queen a try?"

This time he laughed a little and shook his head. "Naw. It just felt weird."

He was a little dense, but still cute. I looked over at the door and jumped a little to see Jake standing there. He laughed and pulled off his baseball cap. "Still trying to seduce the young and impressionable with the magic sexuality-stealing camera trick?" he questioned.

All right, busted, sort of. I did tend to use that line a lot with the newer gay models. But it generally did get a chuckle and made the preening men feel like I was attracted to them, which made them feel sexy. "Well, it never hurts to try. An old woman like me gets lonely seeing you sexy boys all keeping to yourselves!" I playfully protested.

Jake looked Jeff over and smirked. He nodded his approval of the boy to me and then looked back at him, "Don't let her fool you. That camera really does do something to your sexuality. I keep dreaming I'm fucking her."

I snorted a little, but I couldn't help feeling a giddy about the concept of dragging Jake aside and having my wicked way with him. He wouldn't be the first gay man I've seduced, although he would be the first model. I shook my head at him, "Never going to happen, man. I'm a professional." Still, I had to hide my flush of excitement behind my camera.

"So you keep saying," he said with a longing sigh, as if this weren't the first time he'd mentioned such a thing in front of me. I will admit to being more than my fair share of covetous of Jake's body. My camera and I knew every inch of his skin through our various adventures together for a variety of websites and publications. I worked him into every assignment I could. The camera loved him, and he loved to perform. We were both convinced that we had developed some manner of telepathy that made working together a breeze. At my least gesture or facial expression, Jake seemed to know what was going wrong and how to fix it. Aside from our bantering on the set, we rarely had to say anything technical to one another.

I rolled my eyes at him and then my brows furrowed at him. "I know. I'll fix my hair," he said and then he moved to the mirror that was behind me to do it. I'd installed the mirror so the models could see how they looked to the camera on Jake's suggestion. It seemed to actually work really well unless the model had some sort of dysfunction about their appearance. Then I'd have to drape the mirror down. Jake, however, loved to see himself perform and further to tease about how he could see my ass. Dirty boy. 

"So, Jeffy, do you have a name for the site yet?" he asked as he looked at the boy in the reflection.

"Uh… no. I thought someone would give me one," he said, looking uncomfortably shy again. I could tell Jake intimidated him. Who could blame him? Jake was gorgeous and completely comfortable in his surroundings. But clearly there was desire there as well. 


"Oh, I can give you one, if you like," I offered with a little shrug. "Doesn't matter so long as it's a name the site doesn't already have."

Jeff frowned a little and then looked at Jake in the reflection. "What is your name on the site?" he asked.

"Dylan."

"Why Dylan?"

"Because sassypants here thinks I look like Dylan McDermott," he said as he finished reworking his messy hair and turned around and put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a hip bump.

"That's not exactly what I said. I said that you had his coloration," I corrected him.

"You also said I was hotter than he was," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah, I say a lot of things to get men naked. Get in there, you, I don't have all day!" I said as I gave him a little shove closer to Jeff. He was making me squirm a bit and he was loving it. Prat. 

He tripped forward and mocked being hurt by my rejection and put his arm around Jeff now, who blushed deeply. "And just what are you going to name my new boyfriend, then?" he asked me with his head inclined towards Jeff's. I smirked at them together. Jeff was nearly a redhead although a little more blonde than that and his skin tone was a bit more tanned than the paleness of Jake's skin. 

"Oh, I don't know… Buckley?" I offered with a shrug. I hadn't thought about it, really. Things like that often got ironed out later. Whether the boy approved or not was really secondary to getting the pictures out there.

"Buckley? Why Buckley? That's like a dog's name!" Jake objected.

I blinked a few times and shook my head. "Be- because I don't know, Jeff Buckley, I like his music. His name's Jeff, I think of Jeff Buckley. Does this really need to get sorted out right now?" I asked him with a slightly exasperated expression.

He snorted and whispered conspiratorially to Jeff, "I won't let her name you after a dog or a dead musician. It will be OK, I promise." He kissed Jeff's cheek and the kid smiled and beamed at feeling included. 

"Oh sure, gang up on the girl, I see how you two are already!" I said with a smirk. I was pleased, though. Jake managed to relax the kid more in 10 seconds than I'd managed in 20 minutes. "Oh the cleverness of you," I said as I did a couple of cute shots of the boys just grinning and being themselves. It was a Peter Pan in-joke Jake and I shared. If ever there was a real boy who would never grow up, I sincerely hoped it would be Jake.

Jake was a switch, meaning that he could play top or bottom depending on what was needed. Today I'd arranged with him to be the top since we were dealing with a newbie. He was gay by lifestyle but on a few occasions he'd hinted that he'd switch to doing hetero if I needed him to. In truth, I rarely got calls to shoot het. I was better known for my gay and lesbian work and since I'd met Jake a year ago, I was getting quite a reputation for doing twink work. I knew there would come a day when I couldn't do twink with Jake anymore and then maybe I'd consider het or bi scenes for him. At the moment he was a fairly hot commodity as twink and I told him it was best if we didn't alienate his fan base by having him seen with women. 

I was touched by the sentiments, though. I even fancied that it might be a hint of some sort. But we behind the camera are behind it for a reason. Boys like that didn't make hints to girls like me. Besides, it was unprofessional.

I looked up at the clock. Already we were 45 minutes behind schedule. Not that it was the biggest of problems, honestly. I didn't have anything else planned for the rest of the day and Jake never seemed to have to leave, it was just my own personal goal to try to keep things as much on schedule as possible. Granted, when you're dealing with new people it's best not to rush too much, at least for me. I know a lot of other photographers just throw 'em in and hope that they can swim. I just don't like doing things that way.

I gave Jake a little nod after that and he gave me his crookedly cocky grin and turned his head to nuzzle at Jeff's face, seeming to explore his face till finally he found his lips. I imagined how the warmth of his breath would feel on my face and saw the expression I might wear on Jeff's increasingly pleased face. Jake's tongue ran out along Jeff's bottom lip and then he pulled it into his mouth and turned his eyes toward me. *click

Jeff seemed to very much enjoy this and became seemingly less aware of my presence as Jake's hands slid down his back and squeezed at his ass through the baggy, sagging jeans the boy was wearing. He pulled on the boy's hips, which brought his body and his erection forward to rub against Jake's thigh. The friction made Jeff moan a little and his head lolled back in the pleasure of it. *click Jake's hands moved around the other boy's slender waist and up his shirt, pulling the large maize-colored logo shirt up to expose more of that lightly tanned flesh in contrast to Jake's paleness. He pushed the shirt up a bit more before pressing his fingers into the boy's flesh, tweaking at his nipples and biting at his Adam's apple *click Jake held the position and again looked at me with his arresting blue eyes. *click

Some photographers get aroused while they work, I don't. Not usually. I have to stay entirely too intellectually engaged in the work to really let go. However, Jake is so photogenic and comfortable, that I do occasionally get twinges starting in my abdomen that flush blood down to my sex that makes me twitch and squirm sometimes. 

I step forward a bit to frame in on Jake's teeth in the boy's flesh, he'd never draw blood, we don't do that sort of work, but there's a lot of pleasure to be found in love bites that don't leave marks. His teeth show up bright white against the tanned flesh. One click for Jake's eyes down in pleasure, and one up, staring lustily at the camera and then I've stepped back again.

Jake pulls off the other boy's shirt and drops it to the floor as Jeff moves forward to do the same. I catch a shot of Jeff's pulling off Jake's shirt almost by accident since he whipped it off so fast. Not that I could blame the boy, however it does make it difficult to organically shoot the scene.

Noticing my agitation, Jake leans forward and purrs to the boy, "Slow down there, lover. There's no prize for coming in first." Then he takes Jeff's shaking hands and presses them against his taut musculature. He lets his head fall back dramatically as if he's never felt hands on his body. *click

He pulls the boy's hand up to one of his nipples and his fingers have him pinch it. The boy does with little grace. Jake's hand moves back over it and he pushes the boy's fingers together around it and then pushes the hand back, stretching the mauve skin till it pales white. "Hold that," I command as I shoot it from a full screen distance and then step in and use my lens to zoom in closer to it. The very tip of his nipple has turned white from the squeezing, but Jake's expression never changes. I move again to get a good shot of his nipple in the foreground and his blissful expression slightly fuzzy behind it and then I move out.

Jeff seems to have been distracted by my intrusion and at a loss for what to do. Jake claps his hands on either side of the boy's head as if to tell him to focus and brings Jeff's face to his own chest. Coming to, Jeff obligingly sticks out his tongue and starts to trace patterns over Jake's abdomen. His muscles shy away from the stimulation, rippling beautifully, I started to wish this wasn't stills, that the whole would should be able to see the movement of his body, but we are doing stills and to that end: *click.

Further emboldened, Jeff unbuttons Jake's jeans wile still kissing at his belly, his tongue toys with the shallow belly button before him and his breathing starts to increase and grow slightly ragged in his pleasure as if he were expecting to again be stopped in his exploration and was in a hurry to move on with it before someone changed their mind. I smirked as his over enthusiasm made his fumbling with Jake's fly caused him a whimpering frustration until Jake undid his own pants swiftly. *click for the frustration. *click for the look of sheer glee at being allowed access.

Jeff's hands moved around Jake's waistband and his fingers hooked in it while Jake moved one arm back to keep it out of my way and the other hand moved to the kneeling boy's hair. *click. The pants and boxer-briefs were effortlessly pulled down Jake's well-muscled legs and he stepped out of them delicately. He had to lean against the wall for Jeff to pull his socks off and I was a bit surprised when the strawberry blonde kissed and worshipped Jake's pale foot. *click. That would be great for the foot worshippers.

Jake preened a bit from the attention his foot was getting, as he stood there nude but for one remaining sock. He pushed his weight more into the wall as he spread his toes and flexed his foot to allow Jeff's tongue and fingers access to all aspects of his foot. I shot a few more photographs of that before Jeff moved on to the other foot. I let him play some and checked how many shots there were left on this card and moved the lights a bit.

When I looked up, Jake had imperiously put his foot on Jeff's shoulder and commanded him to remove his own pants. I shot a few photos of the command, of the way that Jake's manhood and testicles dangled as he gave the order. He was semi hard already, such a slut boy, but that's why he was such a good model. He was aroused at nearly anything and came on command. My hand went unconsciously over my short brown ponytail as I bit my lip trying to figure out how to make his pants removal part of a sexy set of photos. 

However, the look of complete lust on Jeff's face would make anything attractive, the stripping was almost secondary to that complete adoration. So, though he lacked Jake's natural grace, his sincerity was photographing well as he rushed through unbuttoning the multiple buttons on his baggy jeans to reveal that he didn't do underwear. I shot what I could while he was doing it, it went by pretty quickly, but who could blame him? Swiftly he'd kicked out of his pants completely and yanked off his socks and now he was back down kneeling before Jake who seemed honestly amused by the fuss and with his cock as indication, he was aroused by it as well. *click.

Jeff seemed now on surer footing. He'd sucked a cock before, and he seemed to have honestly forgotten I was there. That sort of thing was often good and bad. You got more sincere reactions that way, but then I'd have to be quick to get in where I needed to be. I hated to stop the action to move things around, posed porn is pretty obvious although photos that didn't show anything because the photographer didn't get in there to get what everyone wanted to see were useless and un-sellable. The point of this exercise was to get other people off, not the models, so I often had to be sadly mercenary when things got carried away. 

With ferocious passion, Jeff lunged forward to practically maul Jake's erection. We exchanged glances and suppressed smiles as Jake grabbed Jeff's head by his hair and pulled him back a little bit and angled his head slightly towards the camera. If this at all fazed Jeff, it didn't show. His tongue and hands were still irrepressible and he nuzzled and licked Jake from the underside of his sac to the top of his erection. Jakes eyes closed in the pleasure of it and he still held his smirking smile. I moved around a bit, zooming in and zooming out to record Jeff's rather excited ministrations. I bent forward to shoot the blowjob dead on at eye level, catching the pre-cum on Jake's head and a second later Jeff's tongue claiming that prize. 

The boy could suck cock, and that pleased me. There were too many times when I would photograph such scenes thinking that it was a shame that as a dyke I could suck cock better than some of these boys. I was clicking away happily at the scene, watching Jake's cock turn red to purple and go from a dull sheen of fragile skin to a spit-slickened rod of want. Jeff engulfed Jake's cock finally, his cheeks sucked in a bit as he kept up the slurping suction. He started out with rather quick slightly shallow strokes while the fingers of his right hand encircled the base of him and followed up on the space that his mouth wasn't reaching. 

Jake was cursed and blessed with a cock that was on the large side. It was great for work and for when he was with someone who knew what to do with it, but even in just our shoots I'd seen his difficulty in finding those that could use it properly. I was just starting to get worried that this boy couldn't get all of him in when he slowed his pace down and did, indeed, relax his throat enough to draw the other model's length all the way into him. Again I bent down to get a direct shot of his lips reaching the very base of Jake's manhood. I smiled at the recorded shot of Jeff's nose buried in the next of Jake's dark curls.

Then I angled up in an odd twist that I knew would likely leave me on a heating pad later to see from an almost Jeff's point of view reaction. Jake looked down at us lustily. *click. Then he licked his lips at us. *click. He wiggled his brows at me a bit and I nodded that I should get out of the way. "Blow this one as an external, face alright?" I asked Jeff who nodded as much as he could with Jake's rigid member sunk so deeply into him.




Superstitions Ch. 12



Jake grabbed onto Jeff's face again and started to face fuck him. I crouched down and shot a few of those and then crabbed my way closer to Jake and zoomed in and set my camera on the action setting. I waited a bit till I saw the way Jake's stomach muscles started to flex in that peculiar rhythm, his body started to shudder and cave into the bliss and then I triggered my camera which let out a burst of shutter clicks just as Jake pulled himself out of the warmth of Jeff's mouth and began to spew its pleasure over the other boy's blissful face. I let the camera go for another moment as the last spurts from Jake's cock hit lower on the boy's neck and then chest and then I clicked it again to stop it. 

I stood and shot a few more carefully framed pictures of the pearly ejaculate on Jeff's tanned skin and then I got up and moved to my collection of cards. There were still plenty of frames that could've fit on there, but I would've hated to have run out in the middle of another scene. As I was snapping in a new card, Jake had gone to my pile of neatly folded towels and tossed one over Jeff's head. "You're a mess, you cum slut!" he kidded. Jeff gave a nervous little giggle and then wiped Jake's leavings off of himself. I turned around after slipping in a new card and turned the camera back on and pointed the lens at Jake who was cleaning his cock with a towel. He turned towards me and put his fingers in a V and stuck his tongue through to be lewd at me. "Stop it, Jake, you're turning me on," I retort after taking the shot and checking the screen to make sure it came through, which it had.

"Hey, remind me when we're looking over the pictures to tell you about the dream I had about you," Jake said and he gave me a wink. "Oh, reminds me, Jeff- er- Buckley… Buckwheat… Laura often lets me perv on my photos after the shoot if you wanna hang around and check yourself out.

Jeff had just come from behind the towel and shook his head. "Nah, man. I'll see 'em soon enough probably. I'm going out later, gotta skate!"

I raised my eyebrows and made a mental note NOT to ask about the dream; especially if Jake was so eager to share. It was probably something rather debauched and I'd just get uncomfortable; which I was pretty sure was the point of the exercise. "Righty then, Jake, I want you to push Jeff to the floor and do that skulky slithery thing and then suck him off," I said directly.

The words made Jeff's eyes widen in shock at my bluntness and blush a bit. "Aww… he's blushing, Jakey! Hah!"

"Don't you mack on my boy, sassypants! You with your sweet talking… he's mine I tell you, all mine!" Jake shot back as he jogged over to the boy and hugged him possessively as I rolled my eyes and dodged back behind the camera.

"Shut up and work, sperm breath!" I said as I started to frame the shot. 

"Just you watch me, cunt licker!" he shot back as he did as I asked.

He pushed Jeff back down onto the floor before he crouched himself. He had this rather cat-like crawl with an almost purring intense look that photographed brilliantly. His hips swayed very slightly as he slithered up the other boy's body, his muscles just seemed to ripple in this predatory way. Leaning down, he dragged his tongue up Jeff's inner calf up to his inner thigh till he reached the other boy's groin.

I can't even tell you how many photographs I shot of that alone, just the movement and the grace of the boy turned sex into an organized ballet. He leaned on one hand as the other moved over the other boy's manhood. He scooped up Jeff's scrotum and leaned down to hiss him behind his sac. Slowly, he pulled each testicle in and out of his mouth as his fingers started to stroke the other boy's cock. Already it was having an effect on Jeff, and who could blame him, really? Watching it was hot enough, being on the receiving end….

Jake's blue eyes flicked up to me as he was sucking and I shot a few photos of just that look of lust and passion. He folded himself down another level as he rested his weight on his elbows and his ass raised up into the air in perfect pale orbs. He licked up and down Jeff's shaft as he slid one hand under the other boy who raised his hips as if there would be no way to resist anything that Jake did. Quickly I shot a few photos of Jeff's pained expression, the way his face blushed and his cheek went slightly blotchy as he tried to hold on.

I crouched down to Jeff's side and shot a few photos of his cock sliding in and out of Jake's mouth. Jake had a very animated approach to cock sucking; he didn't just suck straight up and down, his head twisted a bit. He would try his mouth in different positions and always followed it up with his hand. Jake's face contorted with concentration as he relaxed his throat, and I could hear Jeff's cooing as he undoubtedly scraped lightly at the back of the other model's throat. *click. His hips moved up again and I could see in Jake's flexing bicep and forearm that he was fingering the other boy's anus. *click.

Jake slid back and the boy's cock fell out of his mouth with a small pop and his cock hitting his stomach was like the sound of wet meat. He pulled the Jeff's leg up and twisted him slightly so that his ass cheeks would splay open so I could get a few shots of this initial anal penetration. *click. My boy was really entirely too good to me, I didn't even have to ask. Once Jeff could be trusted to keep his leg up and in place, Jake's hand moved up to pull at his cock again as he leaned down to tongue the pulsing, wanting bunch of muscles his fingers were invading. *click.

Jeff's body convulsed and spasmed in pleasure of the rimming as Jake's tongue smoothed and teased at the delicate nerves of his opening. *click. His fingers worked delicately on Jeff's cock, sliding in a simple rhythm although his fingers would part slightly so he could feel the ridge of each appendage as it passed. Pulling his fingers out of the other boy, he spit on his fingers and wiggled them around a bit and inserted two fingers, pressing along inside of him. *click.

I watched through the camera lens as the two fingers turned to three, I noted Jeff's white knuckles as he gripped with terrific effort at the fabric on the floor of the studio. His jaw was set and he was so desperately trying to hold on. Jake sensed this and stopped stroking him for a moment but kept working at his anus, toying with him and widening him. Instead, Jake used his hand to stroke himself as he looked at Jeff and then smirked at me. He leaned in to whisper, "You know, when you bend over like this, I can totally see your tits." 

"I have to keep you boys from cumming too fast somehow, sperm breath," I quip back to him as I try to pull my shirt back so it won't gape open like that.

"Maybe you should flash Buckwheat there, cunt licker," he taunted back and I playfully kicked out at him. 

I stood up and stepped back again as I saw Jake's expression change to lusty and tossed him a condom which he put on quickly. I shot the full frame of the boys and then as Jake started to clear his throat to let Jeff know he was going to enter him, I moved in again. First he pressed his head against the boy's wanting entrance. *click. Gently, he pressed the head of his cock in. *click. After a beat for Jeff to finally relax completely, and then he pushed himself in slowly. *click.

Jeff reached down to stroke himself as Jake moved the other boy's legs up over his shoulders. Jake gave a few shallow strokes at first to test how well the boy could take it, I watched the stretched skin whiten and then redden a bit as he moved. *click. I nodded to Jake to go for it and he moved his hips up and back and then started to pound the boy relentlessly. I moved around the scene and Jake would adjust himself. When I wanted an overview, he moved his head back so I could catch frames of his glistening cock coming out of the willing hole and frames of it pressing back in. 

I moved behind them, lay on the floor to catch frames of Jake's balls slapping the back of Jeff's ass. Finally I moved to the side to again capture the penetration in full frame before I stepped back to see the scene as a whole. Jeff's face was indeed a bright red and his hand moved furiously over his own erection. Jake went a rather blotchy red in the face as he gasped for air and muttered his pleasure to whatever heathen or debauched god who would stop to listen to him. 

Jeff suddenly cried out, "I…" and I ran over to him and clicked over to my action setting and then said "Go on…" 

After a moment I could see the ejaculate start to spurt and I pressed down on the trigger of my camera to let fly the frame captures of it. His own cum hit firstly and impressively all the way up to his neck and then gave less dramatic bursts later to lower parts of his chest and finally dribbled down to his abdomen. When he had stopped I turned the setting back off and then gave the boy a moment to recover.

When he seemed ready and I was ready again with my setting in place I nodded to Jake who pulled out, stripped off the condom and wanked until his own leavings were doubling up the white already on the other boy's chest. I shot as much as I could, trying to catch the ejaculate spurting out of him until it slowed down and started to ooze and dribble over his hand. I stopped the constant clicking and just took a couple of shots of the spent cock and then Jake cleared his throat and pulled his fingers up to taste himself and looked at me coquettishly. 

I laughed and took a few shots like that and then moved away again. Jake slithered over Jeff and pressed his clean chest to the sperm coated one and wiggled around in it and gave Jeff one last happy parting kiss. *click. Then he peeled himself back up and I shot a few frames of both of their chests and called it a day.

"Alright, dirty boys. Time to DNA-up my lovely towels," I said to them as I tossed them each another clean towel. I left them in the room alone to do what they needed to, whether that was simply to clean up or to exchange phone numbers, kisses, more blowjobs, whatever they were going to get up to while I grabbed my extra card and headed to the computer.

I was just downloading the second card when I heard Jake say, "Hey, it was nice working with you."

I stood up and handed Jeff his check in an envelope, no one needed to know who made what, it was a job after all. I let him know that he did a great job and I'd let him know if something else came up. He had done a decent job. He was no Jake, but then, nearly none of them were. 

When I came back to my desk, Jake was already there, scrolling through the photographs. "What did you think of him?" I asked Jake about Jeff.

"Seems alright. He's no me."

"Yes, well, we can all thank the goddess for that. I'm not sure the world could handle another one of you."

Jake snorted and stopped here and there to admire either the photography or his own body, it was often hard to tell with him. 

"He didn't have much personality. Kind of boring. Decent fuck, though. So… you want to know about my dream?" he asked.

I sighed and moved to one of the squashy chairs in my office and flopped down. "I suppose I'll endure it if you must," I responded to him with a smirk.

He spun around in my black leather chair so that he could look at me. "Well, you had a new client and this time you had to photograph yourself fucking a man. You chose me," he said with his eyes sparkling.

"Ew. I hope I got paid well enough to fend off the diseases I was undoubtedly infected with!" I protested playfully.

"You know I'm clean, bitch!" he said, feigning hurt. "No, it was great… I was being you. You lay against the wall in your studio and you spread yourself wide for me and played with yourself. Your fingers were going like mad, and I was amazed. I told you that we were about to fuck and it was all your sexuality stealing camera's fault!" he said.

"Yeah… well.. pfft.." I tried to sound casual and desperately thought of something else, anything else in the room to not think about those images. I was willing to do anything to not think of ripping the clothing off of Jake and forcing him to reenact the dream. 

I could tell by Jake's devious smile that his mission had been accomplished. "Shut up, skank!" I said to him although he hadn't said anything at all. 

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Pfft. You wish."

"You want my cock, just admit it."

"Must everyone want to fuck you? Will you only be happy when you can tell your friends you've converted a dyke?"

"I thought you were bisexual?"

"Well… er.. yeah. But…" I trailed off. But what? What was I going to end that sentence with exactly? My brain was lacking the blood it needed to quip or even respond rationally as it had all pooled much lower and my heart was knocking hard in my chest, not being helpful at all.

"You're just too much of a professional, hm?" he asked.

"Yes! That's it," I said and then to make it seem less like I'd forgotten I said, "And I'd appreciate it if you'd remember that before you go off telling me about your perverted and sick dreams." Then I smirked and winked at him far more bravely than I felt. 

"Yeah well, I'm too professional, too," he said as he spun back around. Was that a look of hurt? No… he was just mad I didn't admit to wanting him. Just another greedy model that had to be attractive to everyone, I assured myself. 

He drummed his fingers on my desk for a moment and then said, "Yeah, well… I've gotta go. I'll be back for that shoot on Wednesday, OK? I'll give you a call to confirm and I swear I won't be late this time."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I believe that. This one is with George, OK? I'll try to make sure he has some mints before you get here."

Jake bowed to me as if I were a diety, "Bless you."

I moved passed him and handed him his check and he smiled and leaned in to kiss me and I offered him my cheek. "Wednesday?"

"Wednesday."

"Lock on your way out, k?"

"You got it." And my heart didn't stop pounding until after I heard his car start and then drive away.



Superstitions Ch. 14



Angus McTavish has been dead for nigh on to ten months. He was murdered in the prime of his life by Chollum of the Black Douglas. I feel really bad that I'm digging him up now and not letting him rest as the poor man deserves. Let me tell you how it happened. It all started about 2 weeks ago.

"Maurin my darling." I called "Watcha be doing now lassie?"

"I'm catching fireflies." Came the response. I didn't hear her actually say it but I knew she was thinking. Watcha think I'm doing stupid.

"Honey might it be easier on you if it was nighttime and they were flying around lighting themselves up."

Again the six year old response came trying so hard to be nice when I was obviously being so stupid.

"But daddy I need to find them now so I'll have them for tonight."

I know when to give up. "Ok Maurin, but watch wear you're going, ok?

"Yes daddy."

Maurin is the light of my life. She is 6 years old and already she knows she has the world by the tail. I went back to work cleaning the granary so that my crops this year could be stored in a clean dry place. 

As I worked I began to hum a little tune, which passed away the time quite satisfactorily. A few hours later I broke from my labors and went into dinner. As I exited my granary, I noticed it had been raining for some time. I entered my humble house just as my wife was just setting the table. I helped her finish up and called for Maurin to come and eat. 

My wife Anne looked at me strangely asking why I was calling upstairs when Maurin had been with me in the granary. I started to get worried as I told my wife that Maurin hadn't been with me but out catching fireflies. 

We both headed for the door at the same time. The rain was cold as most highland rains are and our daughter had been out in it for hours.

We found her about a half mile away still trying to catch fireflies. I scooped her up and we all headed back to dinner. When we got inside I dried her off and bundling her up made her eat by the fire. She did thank me because she was cold. My wife and I dried off before dinner as well and we were hoping that she'd not get sick.

As it happened she didn't. The very next morning Anne my wife had come down with the chills and was starting to look a little peaked. I set Maurin to watching over her and went about my work. I stopped in at midday where my wife met me with lunch. She looked even worse and I admonished her and sent her back to bed.

I returned to work but my mind was on her the rest of the day. She was even worse when I got home that night. I made some onion soup and fed it to her but I had no hope that she'd feel better. 

Sure enough by morning she was delirious and bed ridden. I set Maurin to watching her again and started off to the village to get the healer. I stopped at my neighbors some two miles away, and asked the Lady of the house if she wouldn't mind watching my girl and my wife. She was very glad to do so and headed off immediately to see to them.

I went to the castle and finding the Healer begged him to help me. He agreed promptly and packing his things used me as a packmule while we trekked back to my cottage. I was glad to do it though the sheer amount of items he took was staggering.

For two days we tried salves and potions. Nothing seemed to work. He even tried bleeding her but that just seemed to make her weaker. Finally he told me of the only remaining cure left available to us. We needed to find a murdered man and remove the white moss from inside it's skull. This would surely do the trick. 

I was not wanting to be wasting time so here I am, with dark approaching digging up a murdered man. I hope Angus understands for I'd not want him to haunt me the way some folks happens. Just a little deeper.

I finished unearthing Angus about dusk and sure enough there was white moss in his skull. I scraped out all that I could and put it in the silk bag the healer had given me just for this. I set the bag next to my heart and shoveled the dirt back on top of poor Angus.

I headed for home and upon my arrival there presented my trophy to the healer. He boiled some water and took out several pinches of moss to add to the water. As he stirred it I started to wonder.

"Good healer, exactly how will this work?" I asked.

"Ah said the healer. The life force contained in the moss is what we're after. When someone dies their soul departs for heave. When a man is murdered his soul stays with the body. As the moss grows inside the skull it absorbs that life energy into itself. We have harvested this energy and will impart it into Anne."

He finished making the broth and we fed it to her twice that night and twice the next day. True to his word Anne recovered. I see her now baking bread and am thankful that I have such a knowledgeable healer around. For until she got better I had believed that to be a mere superstition.



Superstitions Ch. 15



Quatorzien

Kai wasn't lucky and he never considered himself a superstitious person, but he made it a point to get to know as many superstitious people as he could. The good fortune he experienced while spending time with superstitious people wasn't luck, it was simply opportunism. Of course, of all the superstitions that surrounded him, Kai capitalized the most on triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13.

He realized the historical and religious significance of the fear, how early Christians noted that twelve witches plus one devil are present at Satanic ceremonies and who can forget how many were present at the last supper. Over the years, triskaidekaphobes watched as the hosts or guests at dinner parties of 13 diners so often came to an untimely end. In fact, Kai learned of the French socialites called quatorziens or fourteeners who made themselves available to numerous dinner parties as the fourteenth guest, saving the party from a frightening fate.

Kai smiled as he walked down the corridor to the invitation only private party, priding himself on his fortune. Fortune, mind you, not luck. Capitalizing on the French tradition, Kai considered himself a modern quatorzien and amazingly he maintained a very active social life among the beautiful people.

Able to react on very short notice he often found himself rushing into events to the panicked thanks of many hosts and partygoers alike. Like today, ready to relax in front of the TV, he received a call on his special line, quickly showered, dressed and headed to another party.

Stepping through the door, Kai was immediately greeted by his naked host and hostess, "Kai, we are so glad you could come," she said.

"And hopefully you'll stay long enough to come again, if you excuse my pun," the host added.

Looking out into the room, Kai replied, "Looks like an enthusiastic party." Silently counting, he scanned across a couple locked in a missionary embrace as they watched an interesting threesome, with a beautiful Asian woman sandwiched between two, pale white men. In the middle of the room Kai saw and heard the wrestling and moans rising from an ecstatic six-person daisy chain.

Unbuttoning his shirt he looked at the hostess and said, "Eleven in the room and you two here, I see why you called. What happened?"

"Someone brought a friend, and you know us, we just couldn't say no. Fortunately we have your number," she replied, licking her lips as she watched Kai undress.

Sendra, the hostess, appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, her dark skin had a bit of an olive tint to it. Her dark nipples seemed to blend beautifully into the dark skin of her breasts. Danny, the host and her lover, was fair skinned like Kai and he immediately imagined Sendra writhing between Danny and him.

His cock was hard by the time he got undressed and when Sendra kneeled and took him in her mouth, Kai let out a deep sigh. Danny kneeled behind Sendra, kissing down her back and over her ass. Kai began pumping his hips, as he watched Danny turn onto his back and crawl up under Sendra's slightly spread legs.

Kai watched Sendra's eyes close, as Danny ran his tongue up her slit. Enjoying the sensation of Sendra's tongue and mouth on his cock, Kai jumped a bit, when he felt his balls gently caressed. Reaching his hands down to run his fingers through Sendra's hair, Kai realized that Danny was the one caressing his balls so tenderly. The combined sensations nearly sent Kai over the edge, but he quickly coaxed Sendra's mouth off his twitching cock and directed her attention to Danny's lonely member.

Sendra whirled around, straddling Danny's face again as she kneeled over him. She grabbed his thick cock with her hand and lowered her mouth over him. Danny resumed sucking Sendra's clit as Kai, kneeled behind her and eased his throbbing cock into her moist folds.

Hearing his cell phone begin to ring, Kai began pumping himself into Sendra's cunt, faster and faster, until, arching his back, he lunged deep into her and came, spurting his hot cum deep in her pussy. Seeing Kai balls rise up as he came, Danny quickly followed suit, filling Sendra's mouth with his salty spray.

Kai withdrew from Sendra and moved to answer his phone, leaving her to come on Danny's face. He answered the phone as he watched his cum slowly oozing out of Sendra onto Danny's glistening face.

Walking back to Sendra, Kai leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "Sorry to come and go like this, but another party is stuck with only thirteen people."

She breathlessly replied, "Okay Kai, thanks for being our fourteenth."

Danny called out from below her, "Another party, you are a lucky man Kai."

"No, not lucky, I'm fortunate," the naked quatorzien replied. He quickly dressed and headed to the other party of thirteen. 



Superstitions Ch. 16



Hair

Marion never expected a life changing event to take place on a lazy Tuesday afternoon, as she lounged in her bedroom with her youthful lover, while her husband was traveling on business. Yes, she knew the consequences of her husband discovering her romps with one of his prize students, but she had taken all necessary precautions, so she didn't have to worry about anyone finding out.

Timothy, Timothy Hendrick Junior to be more formal, was an enthusiastic lover, the best she had experienced from the young men and women she had recruited from the ranks of her husband's students. His bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle beneath he dark heavy eyebrows and long, luxurious lashes. His hair was short, but usually unkempt, as if he had just rolled out of bed, or more excitingly from between her legs.

Like most of the guys his age, Timothy had not developed the paunch older men had and although he came quickly, he was very quick to recover, often able to bounce back from two and three spectacular orgasms in a single session. And his orgasms were spectacular in volume and distance.

Oh yes, she definitely would give Timothy straight A's when it came to pleasing and teasing her. That's why the events of her Tuesday afternoon, with Timothy, were so earth shattering to her.

It began as it always did with Timothy, as he snuck in the back door after parking discreetly in her garage. Once inside, he'd found the lace bra she laid on the armchair near the door, a signal it was safe for him to proceed upstairs.

She heard him knock on the bedroom door and quickly moved into her dressing room and then called back, "Come in Tim." She then watched him through a slight opening in the door as he undressed, carefully placing his clothing over the arm of a chair. She just loved how he maneuvered his jockey shorts over his wonderful erection, as if it was a massive bomb about to explode.

Oh it would explode soon enough, but by then it would be because of her. He climbed onto the bed and waiting for her entrance. Marion turned down the lights in the bedroom and then entered as a naked silhouette against the bright light in her dressing room.

Deciding to give him a treat, Marion silently crossed the room and climbed into bed, with her head down near his hard cock and her thighs near his head. Resting her head on his thigh, she took him in her mouth and then pulled him up on top of her. Tasting his bitter precum, she sucked greedily as she felt his hungry tongue dive into her slit, piercing her cunt with a savage intensity.

Sixty-nine was a treat she offered Timothy only on rare occasions, so his grateful ferocity was an expected, but cherished delight. Working hard to control his thrusting cock, she worked her hands up and down the throbbing shaft as her mouth sucked hard on the head. She spread her legs wide as he clumsily pushed three fingers in and out of her cunt as he covered her clit in long, wet slurps.

Slowing her manipulations on him, Marion concentrated on the sensations pulsing through her in spite of her lover's inexperience. Removing his cock from her mouth, she moaned, "Oh Timothy, yes – yes." She came in shudders, as her pussy squeezed his fingers with each pulsation and she closed her thighs tight around his head.

When he finally came up for air, she pull his cock back into her mouth, pumping and sucking viciously fast, feeling him buck his hips wildly. She felt his cock suddenly thicken in her mouth and savored the rush of bland, salty flavor gush into her mouth. Swallowing quickly, she finally had to turn her head and gasp for air, letting the last of his jism splash onto her cheek.

Timothy rolled over onto his side and Marion rested her head on his thigh, slowly milking the last few drops of his cum from his softening cock. She felt his head lean on her thigh and closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath over her delicate flesh.

"Ouch," she cried as she felt a sharp jolt of pain from just above her clit. Sitting up she asked loudly, "What the hell was that?"

Timothy smiled smugly, "A gray hair, I pulled it for you," he answered, holding a single hair up in the air.

Wondering how he could see it in the dim light she jerked away from him and said, "Dammit, that hurt. And now I'll get more there."

"What do you mean? I thought you'd be happy I pulled it."

"Haven't you heard that if you pull one gray hair, ten more will replace it?"

"Oh that's just some superstition, just an old wives' tale."

"Well, I'm an old wife," she moaned.

"It's okay, I know you color your hair."

"That's on my head dammit, not on my... my..."

"Your pussy?"

"Yes, my pussy. That's the first one, now there will be more. Damn, I want you to leave now."

"But..."

"Please, just leave," Marion said, curling up into a ball. She felt his hand run along her side and cried, "Please!"

Timothy quickly dressed and slipped out her door without another word. Marion listened as he stomped down her stairs and slammed the back door. She'd hurt his feelings, but right now she didn't care, she couldn't care. That damned gray hair, she could endure it on her head, she could deal with it there, but not – not on her... her pussy.

She spent the rest of the day curled in a ball, drifting in and out of sleep, wondering – wondering when those new gray hairs would sprout. Wondering how many more would follow, wondering if she could ever enjoy a young man's, or woman's head between her legs again.



Superstitions Ch. 17



It will work. It will work. It will work. It's got to work!

Maribeth Sullivan kept mentally chanting her mantra as her knitting needles clicked together, weaving the basic stockinette pattern that would become Adam's scarf. Blocks of bright colors stretched across her lap, then dropped to the floor, just resting on the tops of her feet. Just a bit more and it would be done. She would tenderly wrap it in tissue paper, place it in the pre-wrapped box she'd bought yesterday and ambush him when he got off the bus.

It will work. It will work. It will work.

She smoothed the material gently, smiling at several silky brown strands that were interlaced through the cotton garment. She had followed the instructions perfectly. She was to pluck several lengths of hair from her head, just before she reached an orgasm. It had proved to be a tad bit difficult but she found she could ride her vibrator while removing the hairs. After that, she rubbed a little of her pussy cream onto the strands and allowed them to dry in the heated kiss of the sun. Finally, she weaved them into the knitting of the scarf, announcing his name at each turn and secretly hoping, hoping that it would work.

Please. It will work. It will work!

Body and fringes finished, she laid the scarf in the box, folded the paper over it, then set the lid on top, holding it in her hands while reciting her greatest wish. "I wish that Adam Kalish was mine."

With that said, the task was complete and she felt drained as if she'd put every ounce of her spirit into making the scarf. She took a shower, said good night to her parents and fell into a deep sleep.

*****


Taking the bus had always been a sore spot with Maribeth but having to ride the bus during senior year was the absolute pits. She was surrounded by freshmen who whispered and giggled as she passed, their tiny cocks excited by her jiggling 34D breasts. She'd always been self-conscious about her size but baggy shirts and shapeless jackets had helped to provide subterfuge and had kept her off the radar of many of the more aggressive boys. 

Still, Adam had caught her eye. He'd arrived during sophomore year, a transfer student from Denver and had captivated much of the student population. In six months, he had carved a path through fourteen girlfriends, leaving a trail of broken hearts and many others longing for a chance with him. Maribeth was never in his league so when they became lab partners in Chemistry class, nothing but a casual acquaintance erupted between them. She hoped to make that different.

Holding the box, she waited at the bus stop, smiling when Adam and his best friend, Happy, approached the waiting bus. "Hi, Adam."

"Hi, Mari."

"I have a present for you." She watched as he took the box and opened it, pulling the scarf out and laughing hysterically.

"What's this?"

"A scarf." Maribeth smiled, her heart racing as Adam examined the item. "It's going to get cold soon and you need to stay warm."

"What the fuck am I going to do with this?"

"Wear it, silly!" Oblivious to the smirks of the two men, she lifted the scarf and draped it around his neck. "And I hope you'll think of me."

"Yeah, right." Adam yanked the offending scarf from his neck and dropped it on the ground. "It fucking ugly. Give it to someone else."

Adam and his friend laughed as they boarded the bus, leaving Maribeth on the verge of tears. She lifted the scarf and brushed it off, boarding the bus and hiding her tears. It didn't work.

*****


School went slowly. In every class, people pointed at her and laughter followed, no doubt because of the incident with Adam and the dirt-flecked scarf in her possession. Maribeth suffered through the rest of the day, choosing the long walk home over further humiliation on the bus. Day slid into night and soon, she found herself in her bed, crying over her plight and dropped off to sleep.

A tapping noise on her window awakened her and she blinked sleepily, sitting up and squinting at the face pressed against the pane. "Adam?"

"Maribeth! Let me in!"

She crept out of bed and glared at him through the window. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want, Mari. Please. Let me in!"

Maribeth still stared at him. "Why? What the fuck do you want with me?"

"I love you, Mari. I want to be with you."

"You're high, Adam. Go home."

She started to return to her bed when he tapped again. She rushed back, afraid that her parents might hear. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"I told you. I want to be with you."

"Go home."

"At least let me in." Maribeth stared into his dark brown eyes for a few moments, then unlatched the window and slid it up. He climbed through, watching with predatory eyes as she closed the portal.

"Now, what is wrong with you?"

"It's you, Mari. I'm in love with you."

"You didn't think that way this morning."

"I know, and I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I looked for you on the bus but someone said they saw you walking." Maribeth remained silent, covering her breasts from his gaze. "I really want to be with you, Mari. I'm tired of being treated like shit by these other girls."

"How do you know that I'll treat you any better?"

She could see the deep brown in the depths of his eyes as he moved closer, his eyes on her soft mouth. "Because you love me."

Maribeth couldn't resist any longer. She leaned down and let her lips touch his, shivering as his hands slid up her arms, then cupped her breasts. A low moan issued from her, her body tingling with each brush of her nipples. They hardened almost immediately and he stepped back, rubbing them harder. She reached down and pulled the nightgown off, nervous at her nudity but Adam's look of admiration made her blush.

"You're so beautiful, Maribeth." She watched as he pulled his own shirt off and exposed a thin but toned frame with a hard chest and soft fur. "Take your hair down for me." Maribeth did as he asked, shaking her dark, silky tresses loose and letting them cascade over her naked shoulder. Adam gasped, reaching forward and thrusting his fingers into it. "It's so soft. Why don't you ever take it down in school?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes, trembling from the feeling of his fingers on her scalp and moaned when his mouth connected with hers again.

"From now on, I want you to wear it down. I'll buy you whatever you need to take care of it, but it's so pretty, Mari, and it makes you look even prettier." He kissed her again, then worked his way down the side of her neck and across her collarbones, leaving a wet trail. 

Maribeth thought she was going to shake apart when his lips closed over one of her nipples and the muscles in her pussy rippled, juices parting her lips. He moved to the other nipples and laved it thoroughly, pressing her back on the bed and her heart leaped in her chest, hearing the clink of his belt buckle as he undid his pants.

"Do you have a rubber?"

"Yes. I bought some on the way over."

"Expecting to fuck me?"

"No." He said softly. "Hoping. Hoping to make love to you."

"Oh, Adam." Maribeth whispered. "I've been dreaming of this for so long."

"It's not a dream any more." He kissed her again, laying on top of her and ravishing her with kisses and licks. She opened her legs, moaning each time that his hard cock rubbed her wet slit. It took him a few seconds to put the condom on and he moved between her legs, gazing down into her eyes.

"Now, Adam, please. Don't make me wait."

Maribeth bit her wrist when he slid into her tight hole and broke her shield. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly. "I didn't know that you were a virgin."

"That's okay." She half-sobbed at the pain that was slowly ebbing away. Adam's gentle touch calmed her and soothed the pain away, his kisses reminding her of the love they were sharing. When he moved, she completely forgot about anything else, except his prick sliding into her hot hole and the touch of his skin against hers. She thought she was dreaming and couldn't help from crying out in pleasure as he took them closer to the stars that twinkled outside. They came together, their mouths locked in sweet submission and she shivered, feeling her pussy respond to his throbbing cock, juices coating him and the insides of her own thighs. 

"Wow." He breathed, sitting up on his elbows and smiling down at her. "That was the best I've ever had." 

She smiled back, kissing the inside of his palm. "I'm glad."

"It's not the last, either, Maribeth. I want you to be my girlfriend."

The breath temporarily left her lungs. "I'd love to, Adam."

"Good." He kissed her again. "I'd better get going. I don't want to get you in trouble." Maribeth sat up, watching him dress, then let him tuck her into the bed, pulling the comforter up around her shoulders. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Adam."

"See you on the bus."

Adam climbed out of the window, blowing her a kiss as he left and Maribeth sank into the softness of her bed, a huge smile on her face. She had seen several pieces of her hair looped around his neck from where the scarf had been wrapped and knew that it had worked.

It worked. It worked. IT WORKED!



Superstitions Ch. 18



"I HATE TESTS!"

I slammed my pencil down in anger and shoved the chair away from the desk. My brain was throbbing in my skull and my eyes felt like they were foreign objects stuck in my face. It had seemed like a good idea back when I needed an extra history credit. Medieval Studies. I envisioned reading tales of knights and kings, castles and moats but instead got a lecture and essay course on warriors of Christendom: el Cid, Charlemagne, etc. I had more than half of my studying done when the lead in my pencil fractured and the cheap wood broke open.

My sister, Angela knocked on the door, sticking her fluff of blonde hair into my room. "You okay, Hal?"

"Yeah." I gratefully took the beer she offered. "My pencil just broke."

"You've been working awfully hard."

"Can't help it." I took my glasses off and rubbed my sore eyes. My blurry gaze fell on the drawing Angie had done of my ex-girlfriend, Rona. For my birthday last year, she had commissioned my sister to do a nude sketch of her and now, I regretted it. Every time I entered my room, my eyes were invariably drawn to the subtle shades of grey, delineating her soft curves and I missed her. "I've need those credits."

She nodded, noticing that I was gazing at the picture. "Still thinking of her?"

I took a swig of beer and tried to look away. "Can't seem to help that, either."

Angie left and returned a few minutes later with one of her drawing pencils. "I'm out of lead for my mechanical pencil so all I can offer you is this."

"Thanks, Ange."

I didn't notice the smile on her face as she bent to give me a kiss. "Don't study too hard, bro."

I finished the beer and pulled myself back to the desk. Three hours later, there was another knock on my door and I welcomed the intrusion, hoping that I could con my sister into heading to the store for some Advil. I called for the person to come in, rubbing my temples. "Angie, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, I will." A familiar voice answered me. "But I'm not Angie."

I shoved my glasses back onto my face, not believing that I was staring into the lovely green eyes of my ex. Rona smiled, entering my private space and setting two bags of Chinese food on my desk. "Rona?"

"Hi, Hal." She sat down on the chair opposite me, tossing her purse on the floor. "Long time no see."

"Y-Yeah." I stammered, staring at her. In the fifteen months since we'd broken up, she hadn't changed; in fact, she looked even more beautiful. Her eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter and her auburn hair fell in soft rings around the creamy skin of her face. "How are you?"

"Fine." Her smile was strong, then crumbled. "Lonely."

"I thought you were going out with … "

"He cheated on me and got another girl pregnant."

Happiness and anger warred inside me. Rona didn't deserve an asshole like that but fifteen months of pain still pulsed in my chest. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Are you?" Her sigh was soft. She stood and started to unload the food, setting certain cartons in front of me, along with packages of soy sauce, hot mustard, duck sauce and chopsticks. "I hope you still like General Tsao's chicken."

"Yeah, I do."

"I got you extra eggrolls and some shrimp fried rice." She continued, trying to ignore the tears that were falling but I couldn't. I jumped up, wrenched a box of fortune cookies out of her hands and pulled her to me, stroking her hair and letting her cry. "I'm sorry, Hal. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry."

"Why promise yourself a thing like that?" I laughed, half-heartedly, still holding her close. "That was a shitty thing that he did." She sobbed for a few more minutes, her nose firmly buried in my neck. "I hope it comes out cross-eyed."

She didn't say a word. Then, "I hope she gains a thousand pounds."

"I hope her uterus falls out!"

"I hope her boobs deflate!" We started laughing so hard that neither one of us could breathe for a long time but my arms stayed wrapped around her. "I was wrong, Hal. I thought he was what I wanted but I was wrong. I was so wrong."

I shushed her and without thinking, I bent and pressed a kiss to her lips. She responded as if the time hadn't passed between us, opening her mouth to me as well as her heart. The food was forgotten and I backed her into the bed, laying us down and pressing my hard-on into her crotch. She moaned, pushing back against me and we spent the next few minutes undressing each other. Finally, we were skin-to-skin, our mouths touching and my cock riding her wet slit, teasing her into shivers.

"Hal … " I raised my hips and slowly slid into her. She whispered my name again as I reached bottom, grinding against her clit. "Oh, God! Yes!" Her arms encircled me, her nails scratching my back lightly. I sunk into her again and again, gritting my teeth each time she rose up to meet me but loving every minute of it. Our eyes connected and something unspoken passed between us. An acknowledgement of her error, the understanding of forgiveness and the renewal of the love we had shared. I leaned down, taking her mouth again and shuddering at the touch of her tongue against mine.

It didn't take long for me to cum and I was glad that she was with me. She shouted, coating my cock with her warm honey and accepting the wads of cum that I pumped into her. I shifted to the side to allow her to breathe but her arms didn't release me. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"I'd hoped to last a little longer than that."

She laughed, giving me a kiss. "You can make it up to me later."

I raised my head and looked into her eyes. "Will you stay tonight?"

"Of course." Rona hugged me tightly. "Now, let's eat, then you get back to studying."

"Yes, ma'am."

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep between eating, studying and fucking, I was half-awake when I ran out to my car in the morning, heading for class and the dreaded test.

"Hal! Hal, wait!" Angie came running down the path, holding her drawing pencil aloft. "You forgot this."

"That's okay, Ange. I'll borrow one from someone in class."

"No. You have to use this one." She placed it in my hand and folded my fingers over it. 

I opened my fingers and looked down at it, giving her a curious glance. "Why?"

"A superstition that I read about. It said that if you use the pencil you used to study with, the pencil will remember the answers." Angie smiled. "I thought that if you used it … "

"Rona would come back. You used this on Rona's sketch, didn't you?" When she nodded yes, I grabbed her and swung her around. "Thank you, sis. More than you know." I left her on the steps, waving goodbye to me.

"Good luck!" She shouted. "And don't forget my pencil!"



Superstitions Ch. 20



"Monday means good fortune, Tuesday means greatest attempts will be successful, Wednesday means marriage, Thursday means warning of small profits, Friday means wealth, Saturday means misfortune and Sunday means excellent luck for weeks."

"What?" I stared at my college roommate, Mary, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

"Flowers." She shoved her glasses back up onto her nose and showed me the passage in the book she was reading. "It's a superstition about flowers."

"That's stupid."

"It's not stupid!" She huffed, turning away and sitting down on her bed. "It's nearly spring and it's very important for you to know this."

"Mary, I don't believe in superstitions." She just stared at me, her mouth hanging open. "They're pretty dumb."

She just shook her head. "I hope you change your mind about that."

I grabbed my backpack and headed out to class. The air was a bit chilly and I hurried along, my arms pressed against my breasts. Superstitions. What a crock of shit! Black cats, ladders, umbrellas and flowers? Flowers? That was the most ridiculous ... my boot hit something that was hidden in the grass and I stopped to see what it was. It was a grey pouch, caked with dirt and I bent to pick it up, pausing when I saw that it was a bank bag. Shaking, I opened it and gasped at the hundreds of dollars that was inside. On top of all that money was a slip of paper with the president's name and the signature of his secretary, Rosemary.

Of course, I felt the tug to keep it but I just knew that it was a stupid idea. I'd be late to class but I couldn't hang onto this money any longer. I made a beeline for the administrative building and found Rosemary at her desk.

"Hi. I found this and your name is on it."

Her face went white and I thought that she was going to faint for a moment. She reached for the bag and pressed the intercom button at the same time. "Dr. Warren, could you come out here please?"

I stood nervously, wondering what the hell was going on. Dr. Al Warren, president of the university, came out of his office, glasses perched on the end of his nose. Rosemary held up the bag and his mouth dropped open. "Where did you find this?"

"I was on my way to class and I kicked it. It was in a flower bed ... " Flower bed. Flowers. Mary's words floated through my head. "What day is today?"

"The date?"

"No, the day."

"It's Friday." 

Friday means wealth. Mary's words again.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yes." I shook my head. "Well, I've got to get to class. I'm late as it is."

"Hold on a minute." Dr. Warren disappeared into his office for a moment, then returned with an envelope. "This is my way of saying thank you for being honest and returning the university's money."

"Thank you, sir."

"Now get to class. If your professor gives you a problem, tell him to call me."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Thanks, Rosemary."

And with that, I shoved the envelope into my pack and ran as fast as I could to class. Professor Abingdon gave me a sour look when I snuck in but I smiled at him, pulling my textbook and notepad out. The envelope caught my attention and I opened the flap, astonished to see a check inside written out to me. The amount: two thousand dollars. Friday means wealth.

* * * * *

Mary was flabbergasted when she heard my story and I took her out to dinner that night to celebrate. After all, she was the one that had told me about the superstition. She saw her first flower on a Tuesday and passed every test she took for the next year. We moved into an apartment together, spent the summer working and attacked college again for our third year. Fall and winter passed and finally, spring arrived.

"What day do you want to find flowers this year?"

I thought for a moment but I already knew the answer. "Wednesday."

Mary smiled. "Wednesday means marriage."

I shook my head. I was tired of being lonely and wanted to be with someone. I had dated a little but the guys had been jerks, usually wanting sex instead of conversation. I was not interested in one-night stands; I wanted a boyfriend, a real boyfriend to share my life with. So Mary and I went about our lives, going to class and anxiously awaiting the first sighting of the flowers of spring. 

Time passed and I forgot all about the superstition until weeks later, a brilliant slash of blue caught my eye. Bluebells had broken through the hard earth and their folded blue fronds arched gracefully toward the sun. I bent down to touch one and suddenly found myself sprawled flat on the concrete sidewalk, a heavy body pressing me down.

"What the hell!" He was handsome. Blond hair, hazy green eyes and a thick body that was now pinning me to the ground. "What the hell were you doing?"

"I was looking at the flowers."

"Stupid girl! I could have broken my neck!"

He was right, of course. I should have been more careful but I didn't know why he hadn't seen me. "I'm sorry. Here, let me help you." I rolled over and stood, gathering the items he had dropped: three books and a notepad. I stopped when I saw the white cane with its distinctive red tip. He was blind. That's why he hadn't seen me. I bent down and plucked a few stems, looking at them before I pressed them into his palm. "Please accept these as an apology."

I held the books and his cane as his fingers gently traced the folded petals and stiff green stems. His eyes remained open, his face empty of the anger he'd expressed earlier and I was instantly in love. I took the cane and bumped the underside of his hand with the handle. He held his hand out and let me slip the leather circlet over his wrist, but did not release the flowers. "I'm Brian."

"I'm a stupid girl." I answered.

"No." His fingers stroked the petals again. "You are beautiful to have noticed the flowers."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks and was thankful that he couldn't see my furious blush. "I'm Tina. Can I walk you to class?"

"No." He smiled and my heart skipped a few beats as I watched him slip my flowers into his pocket. "But can I walk you to yours?"

"Sure." I took his arm, guiding him down the path. "Brian, what day is today?"

The sweetest word I ever heard dropped from his lips. "Wednesday." 



Superstitions Ch. 23



"Yeah, yeah! Take it, baby!"

The whore moaned as his cock plowed her sopping cunt, their skin slapping together and providing a metronome for the music of the city that teemed just beyond the doors. His body tensed and his fingers dug into her shapely ass as he nutted, splashing her innards with his hot jizz. The whore whined that she hadn't gotten to cum but he didn't care. He wiped his cock on the edge of her dress and gave her ass a smack as he zipped up.

"Get along now, Sharlene, and don't let me catch you in front of the hotel again!"

Officer Edwin Sears pushed the door of the electrical closet open and headed back up the alley, ignoring the insistent drumming of rain that beat down on his plastic-covered hat. He checked his watch. If what he'd heard on the street was right, he would just be able to make the deal. He walked as quickly as he could, weaving through back alleys that he knew like the veins on the back of his hand and ones that ran as deeply. 

Another few turns and he'd be there. He quickened his pace and slid into the shadows just in time to see Danny Wentworth slide out of his silver Camaro, carelessly flicking a cigarette away. He looked around, his glance sweeping over Sears briefly before focusing on a dark-colored Chevelle, idling by the hydrant. Sears drew his weapon and crossed the alley, sliding into another recess. Something moved around his ankle and a loud screech rent the air. He pressed himself against the wall, looking down to see a black cat growling at him.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Sears hissed at the cat and held his breath as it slowly walked away, drawing Danny's attention and making him stop in his movements towards the cop's hiding place. The drug dealer reached down and made smacking sounds, calling the animal over and gave it a loving scratch between the ears before heading back to the Chevelle. Sears watched the two men talk for a few minutes, giving onlookers the impression that they were just shooting the shit but the cop knew better.

From his vantage point, he watched the exchange. Danny gave a large square package that had been hidden in his jacket and accepted a smaller, thicker envelope. The envelope disappeared from view and the Chevelle dropped into gear, slowly pulling away as Danny turned back to his car. Sears let him reach his Camaro before silently sliding up behind him, announcing his presence by the cold ring of steel he pressed against the back of his neck.

"Open the door and get in. Slowly." Sears slid in the back as Danny got in the driver's seat.

"What do you want, pig?"

"Aw, now I don't think that's a good way to start a relationship, Danny."

"You know me?"

"No, but I'd like to." Sears held his hand out, letting the snub nose give him an indelicate nudge. "Starting with a proper introduction." The dealer huffed, digging the envelope out of his pocket and placing it in the cop's hand. Sears hefted it, then tucked it away with a smile. "Thanks, Danny. Same time, next week." He slid out of the passenger's side door and held the weapon on the dealer until he drove off.

Sears laughed, replacing his weapon and opening the envelope. Cool, crisp hundred dollar bills flipped under his eyes and his smiled widened. Must be at least ten thousand here. That would be a good start to his retirement nest egg.

"That's him!"

A solid blow landed on his cheek and the officer flew sideways, the contents of the envelope spilling out onto the dirty concrete. He fought to regain his balance but another blow temporarily robbed him of his senses. Rough hands hauled him upright and he protested weakly as his weapon belt was removed.

"This is the cop that fucked you?"

Sharlene stepped into the harsh street light's glare, a cigarette hanging from her garishly made-up face. "Yeah, that's the one. Motherfucker hauled me around the back of the hotel, nutted in me, then told me not to hang out there any more."

Cold despair curled around his innards as Sears realized who the whore was talking to. Six feet, six inches of muscle, covered with tattooed black skin and leather. Six feet, six inches that belonged to Black Sambo, a pimp and drug dealer whom no one, but no one ever crossed. He stepped out of the shadows, removing his sunglasses and giving him a slow perusal.

"You fucked my girl, Shar?" Sears couldn't speak and lost the ability when Black Sambo's fist slammed into his gut, emptying his lungs. "Answer me, motherfucker! You fuck my girl?"

"Y-yes." He wheezed out, gasping for breath.

"Then it's only fair that I repay the favor." Sears caught the briefest glimpse of the pimp unzipping his pants before his bodyguards whirled him around, dropping his pants in the process. Something big and cold touched his ass cheeks, then he felt a pair of massive hands pulling the muscles aside and the cold thing moved in between.

"NO!"

The pain was like nothing he'd ever known. Black Sambo's massive prick split the cop's virgin asshole open, drawing blood and a scream that echoed down the alley. The man didn't care; he continued to pump the officer's ass until his final thrust sent cum spurting into his anal canal. The men released him and Sears sagged to the ground, twitching in pain. 

"Consider yourself lucky." Sharlene hissed, dropping her cigarette onto his head. "I told him to shoot you."

Sears lay on the ground, not moving until he was sure they had gone and stood, pulling his pants up and grimacing at feeling warm cum slipping out of his ravaged asshole. He was surprised to find that he had fallen on the envelope and that every bit of cash was there. Kneeling by the curb, he broke out into laughter, shoving the wet, dirty bills back into the envelope. He might have lost his asshole virginity, but he still had the money.

The click of a trigger near his ear instantly killed his laughter and Danny ripped the money from his hands. "Guess your luck just ran out."

The gun went off.

Black Sambo looked up as Danny got into the car, holding a black cat. The dealer gave his boss the envelope and accepted two thousand in cash for making the drop. "Today was lucky for you, eh? Who would have thought you'd find your cat down here?" 



Superstitions Ch. 25



"So you want to know about love?"

My friend, Erin and I tried our best to keep from giggling as we stared at the woman sitting across from us. "Um, yes. I want to know who I'm going to marry."

She shook her head, glossy black curls swaying around her wrinkled face. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

The fortune teller laughed, scratching her head. "Sometimes things we want to know are not what we expect."

Erin snickered loudly, trying to hide behind her hand as confusion ruled my features. "What's that supposed to mean?" The woman just grinned at me and pushed an apple across the table to me. "I'm not hungry."

"This is not for your hunger, young lady." I stared at the ruby red piece of fruit and picked it up, trying to see what was different about it. There was nothing; it was an apple. "Think of a couple of names of men that you're interested in and twist the stem with each name."

I looked at Erin and she shrugged as if to say, Give it a try. "Okay." I hefted the apple and grasped the stem, thinking of guys that I liked. "Steve." A twist. "Troy." A twist. "Tony." A twist. "Mike." The stem snapped from the apple and I looked up at the fortune teller.

"You have your answer."

I paid the woman and dragged my laughing friend from the tiny kiosk. "So I'll marry Mike." I thought about Mike Chambers, about his job as a financial analyst, about his dark hair and brown eyes, about his dimples. He was financially stable and nice-looking. I could handle that. "Mrs. Amy Chambers."

"Don't count your chickens." Erin chuckled, shaking her head. "He's got a girlfriend, you know."

"There's no ring on her finger."

"Amy!" My friend shook her head. "You'll never pry Linda off of Mike."

"I won't have to." I crowed confidently. "Fate will take care of it for me."

Erin and I went back to our apartment and watched TV until it was time to head out to the club. We had a standing pact in our friendship. Since Erin was a lesbian, we went out to a gay club on Friday nights and a straight club on Saturday nights for me. Tonight was Friday and we went to Erin's favorite place, Winkie's. The place was as busy as usual and we got drinks, settling in to watch the fun.

"Looks like there's some good pickings tonight." Erin shouted, gazing at a voluptuous blonde with a tattoo on her shoulder. "She looks tasty."

"She probably is."

"Think I should? Think I've got a chance?"

"Why not? Go buy her a drink."

"Okay. I'll be right back." I watched as she threaded her way through the crowd and lightly touched the woman on her arm to catch her attention. Their heads touched together and then, Erin led her to the bar. I decided to go up on the upper floor to see the action better and ran headlong into another girl. "Holy shit! I'm sorry!"

She shook the remnants of her drink from her hand, looking up at me. When I saw her face, I froze. She was absolutely beautiful. "That's all right." Her voice was husky and I heard a trace of a British accent. "I was almost done with it any way."

"Then let me buy you another."

"That's not necessary."

"Please." I reached out and touched her arm. We both reacted from my touch and I imagined that she felt the same tingle that I had. Our eyes remained locked together for a long moment.

"Okay."

One drink led to two which led to three and we were inseparable. I couldn't believe what I was feeling: I, the straightest person in the world, was attracted to another woman and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She leaned over and asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom with her and holding hands, we went downstairs. In the harsh light, I could truly see how beautiful she was. Burnished gold hair and hazel eyes twinkled at me as we entered a stall. I stood to the side so that she could use the toilet and was temporarily confused when she turned towards me.

"I've been wanting to do this." My eyes were on her lips as she whispered, then I felt their softness press against mine. A shiver coursed through me and I opened my mouth to her when her tongue softly searched for the opening. It was the most passionate, sensuous kiss that I'd ever felt in my life. Her lithe body pressed me against the steel partition and her hips ground into mine, awakening my sleeping pussy with a stab of heat.

I whimpered into her mouth, trembling uncontrollably when her hand slid down the length of our bodies and cupped my panty-covered mound. Her long middle finger pushed the cloth into my slit, rubbing against the wetness with a rhythm that drove the breath from my throat. She pulled her finger away and I gasped as I felt her hands grasp my panties, pulling them down. My entire body shook in anticipation. She slid down my body, her eyes never leaving mine until her face disappeared under my short skirt.

"Oh, God!" The words left my mouth in a rush. I'd been eaten before but as everything else I was discovering, it was different from a woman. I felt her fingers push the top of my mound back and the kiss of cool air on my clit before her tongue and lips encircled it. Liquid warmth flooded my pussy and coated my bare lips and thighs. Her tongue swirled down and licked my juices away before returning to my clit. One hand steadied me, gently caressing my ass cheeks and the fingers of the other now teased my dripping slit, moving up and back, increasing pressure each time until two were plunging into my hole. She worked me into a frenzy, babbling and whimpering as she pumped me closer and closer to the brink.

I could barely breathe as my orgasm slammed me into the partition, my legs trembling so hard that I would have collapsed if it wasn't for the wall. She arose and kissed me, sharing my flavor with me in a deep, calming kiss while her hand cupped my mound, the heel of her hand pressing against my jumping clit and causing delicious mini-orgasms to rocket through me.

"Guess you liked that, eh?"

"That was fucking wonderful!" 

We both laughed and she pulled my panties back up, pausing to touch my face. "I knew it was your first time. I wanted it to be nice."

"Oh, it was more than nice." I wrapped my arms around her neck, gazing into her eyes. "I don't think you told me, what's your name?"

"Michaela." She grinned. "But everyone calls me Mike."



Superstitions Ch. 26



I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror, unable to stop the tears from running down my cheeks. This should have been the happiest day of my life. Most brides would tell you that it is just that, but mine was very different. I was locked in the bedroom of a strange house, dressed in my wedding gown and anxiously awaiting his arrival. I cried because I would not be getting married this day. Today, I would die.

It happened so quickly that I'm not even sure I remember exactly what happened. I was awake at six in the morning, unable to sleep and filled with excitement. The first thing I saw was the photo of Rich, the oh-so-handsome man that was to become my husband in a little less than ten hours. I was so lucky and I knew it. I popped downstairs and started the coffee maker, then flicked on the television, searching for the news. It was then that I saw that my back door was standing wide open.

Seconds later, everything went dark.

When I came to, I was lying on a bed, nude and bound to the bed. My wedding gown hung on a hat rack at the end of the bed and he was sitting on a chair, casually slicing an apple into chunks and shoving it into his mouth, watching me. I recognized him immediately. I should have; I dated him for nearly three years and came thisclose to becoming his wife. When he murdered the neighbor's cat, I called off the engagement. Not long after, I met Rich and after two years, had planned on marrying him.

"Hi, bitch." His cold tone sent chills cascading through me. "Happy Wedding Day."

"Jeff, let me go."

"Like you let me go?"

"Jeff, you know why I called the wedding off." I pulled against the ropes on my wrists and found no give in them.

"I hated that cat."

"A lot of people hate cats but they don't go around murdering them."

"It wasn't murder."

I didn't say anything else. Jeff hadn't changed and was not likely to. I needed to concentrate on finding a way to escape. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, laying the cold pocket knife between my breasts, the sharp point just inches from my throat. He then laid two slices of apple on each one of my nipples, making me jerk from the cold wetness. "Jeff, I have to get married today."

He said nothing. His thick hands touched my naked flesh, smoothing the curves of my hips. I tried not to be aroused but I'd always loved the feel of his callused hands. "Miss the feel of these?" I shivered, closing my eyes. His rough fingertips caressed the trembling skin of my stomach, drifting lower to graze my mound. "I remember driving you crazy from just the feel of my hands on your skin." He rubbed again, splitting the deep folds and finding my wet core. "See? I knew you still wanted it." 

"Please, Jeff. Please stop."

His fingers spoke for him, delving into my cleft and stroking the sensitive inner flesh. I gasped at the sweet sensations that racked my body and I let my legs fall open. I could not resist the play of his fingers in my flesh and the creamy wetness that flowed bore witness to my inability. Jeff knew what I liked, knew exactly where to stroke and how hard and his fingers played a melody on my clit, sinking and curling into my hole. I fought against the sensations but I knew it was coming. It started as a warm ball in the pit of my stomach, feeding upon itself as it grew and crept into my spine.

Minutes later, I came, arching off of the bed and driving his fingers more deeply into me. My pussy muscles clutched him tightly and I gasped, my juices coating his fingers and my thighs. When I could think again, he was standing and staring at me, a sad look on his face as he examined my veil.

"By all rights, it should be me waiting for you in that church." He looked up at me, then looked away. "But I understand why you did what you did. It was wrong of me to kill that cat and it made me think that I might have more problems than just that cat."

"Jeff, you can get help."

He ignored me and came around to the head of the bed, releasing my arms. "I need you, Jen, and if I can't have you, then no one else will." He flung the veil at me, anger in his eyes as he headed for the door. "Get dressed. You're going to marry me."

The heavy door slammed shut and the clink of tumblers told me that I was still a prisoner. I sat up, my body still quivering and put my wedding dress and veil on. 

And here I sit, my face wet with tears, waiting for him to return and knowing that he will kill me. I heard keys in the lock and quickly wiped my face, determined to face him without a show of fear. I was so surprised to see Rich stride in, a group of police officers behind him.

"Rich!" I threw myself into his arms and started crying anew. "I thought I was going to die! I thought it was Jeff coming to kill me!"

My fiancé held me tightly, his voice cracking with the emotion he felt. "He was going to kill you, honey. He said ... he said that the veil made him change his mind."

I'll never quite understand what made Jeff change his mind but I was glad that he did. Maybe that old superstition that my grandmother had told me about was really true, that a veil made by the hands of one who loves you would protect you from evil. I didn't care. I held on tight to Rich and let him lead me out of that place. 



Superstitions Ch. 27



As I look back, I remember it all started on a Monday. We got up late because I finally begged enough to get my girlfriend, Mandy, to give me some oral sex. While eating breakfast in such a rush I knocked over the salt reaching for the coffee. Mandy told me to take a pinch of salt and throw it over my left shoulder or I'll have bad luck. I laughed at her silliness and refused to take part in some pagan superstitious ritual. On the way to work, I noticed a girl sitting on a bus bench; it looked like she winked at me and when I turned to check on her I rear-ended some old biddy. I hopped out of the car to exchange info and to listen to her harp about all the crazy young drivers on the road today. My car was a wreck so I had to call a tow and finally by the time I thought about checking on the girl on the bench she was gone.

Tuesday I had no car so I had to walk to work; since I had to leave early, that meant no sex from Mandy, oral or otherwise. It's not that far and I'm always saying I should walk to work anyway. As I'm walking down the street, I came to a ladder stretched across the sidewalk. It would have been no problem to go out in the street and around the ladder but I keep hearing my girlfriend blame my accident on knocking over the salt. Just to prove her wrong I walked under the ladder and I finished my walk to work saying to myself, 'see I told you so.' I got to work just in time to see my boss being hauled off in handcuffs by the feds and a big padlock going on the front door. It seems that all his cheating on his taxes finally caught up with him. Now I'm out of a job with no car and in the back of my mind I wondering if my walking under a ladder had anything to do with it. I went home hoping for maybe a little oral from Mandy but she had already left.

On Wednesday, another day with no oral from Mandy. I'm heading to the bus stop to go to the unemployment office when I see a black cat cross my path. I still don't believe in any of this mumbo jumbo but heck, why take a chance so I turn to change my direction. As soon as I turn this kid on a bicycle comes by, knocks me over and I hit my head as I fell down. Someone called an ambulance and the paramedic thought I should be checked for a concussion. As they put me in the wagon, I notice the girl I saw on Monday was sitting at the very bench I was heading for. At least I wasn't concussed and they let me go home, as the only trauma I received was a large bill and a girlfriend that didn't feel up to sex.

On Thursday, my girl and I got in a big fight over her refusing to give me oral and then it escalated into me not believing in her silly superstitions, in a rage, I threw my razor, breaking the mirror in our bathroom. That was the last straw for Mandy and she packed her bags and left me at once. Not wanting to press my luck, I stayed inside all day.

On Friday I was cautious as I was becoming a believer and carefully I made my way back to the bus stop. I slipped on a wet spot on the sidewalk and fell face first in someone's lawn. I lie there thinking, I hadn't done anything to tempt the fates, and yet I still tripped and fell on my face. I looked and at the end of my nose was a four-leaf clover. I picked it and put in my pocket just as this girl came running up to ask me if I was all right. I turned over and it was the girl from the bus bench. I told her I wasn't sure, she said she just lived up the street, and that I should come to her place to let her check to see if I was hurt.

She cleaned me up and made some coffee while I told her of my week of bad luck. She said that she felt that meeting me was good luck for her and then kissed me. She took me to her bedroom where we undressed and made love. After as we lay together entwined in each other's arms she said that her father was looking to buy the business where I had worked and that if she asked him she was sure he would make me the office manager. She then asked me if I liked oral sex and when I said; sure, she said that it would be great if she could come visit me at work and sneak under my desk to give me oral while I worked.

Now things could not be better, my new girlfriend gives me oral sex morning noon and night. My new boss, her dad, loves that I know the company so well and has already given me another raise, which I am using to buy a new car. As for my lucky four - leaf clover, I have that locked up in a safe deposit box. I'm taking no more chances.