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A Thrilling Prophecy

By: duke1951



Contents :

1. Getting Up

2. Breakfast

3. After Breakfast

4. Before Dinner

5. After Dinner -- Lecture

6. After The Lecture

7. Afternoon Curriculum

8. Evening Approaches

 

1. Getting Up

The water was hot, almost too hot! 

He'd adjusted the power on the shower so that the jets of liquid positively danced off his skin, the steam almost obliterating his sight. It stung, but it was doing its job as his head gradually cleared.

Looking back, the night out with his friends at the Summer Fair had been an absolute gas. He'd had far too much to drink, but they all had. It had just been a great night out. Of course his mum hadn't seen it that way when he'd literally staggered through the doorway of their suburban home. He cringed a little at the memory of the look that she'd given him. She didn't need to say much, it was the look that always did it. It had been a mixture of pain, disappointment, exasperation and anger, but always accompanied by an underlying love.

For the briefest second he wondered about moving out. He loved his mum. They'd been incredibly close as he'd grown up. It was natural he supposed after his father was killed in a car accident when he was nine and they'd bound closely together as a way of dealing with their grief. Of course he couldn't leave he decided instantly, even if she was so overprotective. Well, that was his opinion anyway. After all, he was at college, it was over six months since his eighteenth birthday and he was learning to drive. He was getting positively old!

He rubbed the shampoo hard into his sandy hair, and then ducked under the stream of water, letting the suds stream down his naked body. He thought that he heard his mother shouting something from the other side of the bathroom door, but the words were lost in the shower noise, so he shouted something back about being out in a minute, but had no idea whether the response made sense. It was probably just that he was late up again!

He ran his hands across his chest and down his sides to clear the soap from his well toned body, before letting the stream of water tumble down his taut stomach and over his most sensitive member. It responded to the surge of hot water by lifting instinctively, and for a moment he shut his eyes as he enjoyed the thrilling sensation.

"Wow," he murmured as he stepped back and grabbed a big white bath towel, "down boy!"

As he towelled off the water and remaining suds, he glanced down at the semi-rigid cock half-heartedly standing out from between his legs after the warm water had done its work. It was the only disappointing aspect of his new 'manhood'. There'd been a distinct lack of action involving his most prized asset since his eighteenth. In fact, excluding a drunken episode with a girl at a party a couple of months ago when he couldn't honestly remember whether they'd made out or not, he'd been pretty monastic. It was starting to prey on his mind.

Maybe today would be different though he thought brightly as he finished drying himself. It wasn't totally clear in his mind because it had been late in the evening when his so-called friends had dragged him into a 'gypsy' tent to have his fortune read. At least the old woman dressed in her strange clothes and beads had thrown them out before picking up his hand to look at his palm. It had all got a bit hazy by then, but he distinctly remembered her strange reaction.

She'd suddenly gripped his hand quite tightly as she bent forward to look more closely at his open palm. Her words had been strange too.

"My, my young man! I really don't think that I've ever seen such lines in a man before." She positively cackled as she continued, "Tomorrow will be a very special day for your love life! You must grasp opportunities when they arise." Her dark, intense eyes seemed to bore through him as she slowly released his hand. "You have many good signs about you Peter, it is good that you are close to your mother, but I really think that tomorrow will be very special for you!" With that she'd finished and she'd waved the confused young man casually out to wait for her next customer.

He shook his head and smiled at the recollection as he pulled on his white jockey shorts. It had sounded intriguing, but he was a science student and didn't really believe in any of that mystical stuff!

As he picked up his watch from the side of the washbasin, he realised that he really was late. Maybe too late to see her!?

He dashed back into his bedroom, liberally adorned with memories of his boyhood, and looked out of the window down into the smaller bungalow next door. His excitement rose briefly as he saw that the bathroom window was wide open, but sank quickly again as the lack of activity sank in. 

It was a morning routine that was gradually driving him to distraction. 

Ever since the young Scandinavian couple, the Olsson's, had moved into the rented house next door on the day of his birthday - what a birthday present that had been! They'd come round to introduce themselves that same day. He was a Sales Executive for a Swedish Engineering firm that had established a new office in the city, and she was involved in some form of Web design and would be working from home. He was Anders, and she was called Hanna, long blonde hair and the figure of an angel! Their English was good but accented, and when she spoke the lilting inflections sounded heavenly - to him at least. It had taken approximately five seconds for him to become besotted!

Since then they'd met on numerous occasions around the garden or in the drive and her infectious smile was ever-present. It had created some difficulties though, because as soon as she directed it at him he became unbelievably tongue-tied. It was ridiculous he thought, she probably looked on him as a simpleton by now!

Two major things had emerged over the last six months though. One was the frequency that Anders was away with his job. The lack of the big BMW in their drive meant that he must be away yet again he noted. The second thing was the shower! Her shower.

It had been a couple of months later that he'd glanced down from his bedroom window after his own morning shower to catch a sight that had left him frozen to the spot with his mouth wide open. He'd noticed before that Hanna tended to leave their bathroom window wide open to let out the steam from their shower. What he hadn't noticed before was that, from his position a floor above, he had a limited view inside, and in that limited view had appeared, briefly, a naked figure. A naked Hanna! He'd thought of her as heavenly with her clothes on, but without them she was ............ absolutely gorgeous!

Since then he'd tried hard to time his morning routine with hers, and had been rewarded with increasingly regular glimpses of bare flesh. A shapely back maybe, long, delicate legs perhaps, occasionally a flash of pert, rounded breast or, magically, a glimpse of pubic hair as she turned. Never for more than a few seconds though and it really was driving him insane as his vivid imagination ran wild!

Not today though it would appear.

"Oh God, get moving!" he admonished himself as he drew up his jeans, pulled on a clean white tee-shirt over his head and dragged it down over his broad, muscular shoulders. One last look and then he was out of the bedroom, heading downstairs, towards the comforting smell of frying bacon.

2. Breakfast

"Hi Mom, sorry I'm .................."

The bright flow of words were cut off as he entered the kitchen, and stopped dead in the doorway, not quite believing the sight in front of him.

"Good morning Peter," came the lilting reply as Hanna turned round from the worktop and directed one of her smiles at him, "It was good that your mother managed to catch me before she left. She was worried about your breakfast!"

"But, but ............"

"Didn't she tell you? She was called into work on an emergency so she popped round to ask me to finish breakfast for you. Fortunately I'd just showered so I could come now."

That explained the garbled voice in the shower then. His mother worked as a technician at the local Medical Examiner's office and was occasionally called in out of hours when something urgent cropped up. 

"I errr, well..... wow..... eerrr, ....thanks" 

It was just like normal, the words just wouldn't come out properly!

"There's some juice and cereal over there Peter, why don't you get started while I finish this?" the angel indicated a place set in front of a stool and she turned back to the frying pan.

Somehow, he stumbled over to the stool, took a gulp of orange and settled back to watching the vision in front of him. 

Hanna was humming a little tune to herself as she cooked. It sounded delightfully foreign. Her long blonde hair was still a little damp from the shower and straggled down her back, covering the top of the white terry robe that was wrapped intimately around her, tied tightly around her narrow waist by a matching belt. He swallowed as he watched her shapely behind sway around in front of him as she juggled pans and ingredients. It was becoming mesmerising and he had to force his eyes to look elsewhere.

They alighted onto another stool on the corner of the kitchen on which sat a small pile of clothing. He knew that they weren't his mothers by the flimsy white undergarments that nestled on top. But if they weren't his mother's?

"Jesus, you haven't dressed?!" he blurted out suddenly.

She turned briefly and saw where he was looking.

"No, there wasn't time. Your mother had started cooking so I had to come straight over. I thought that I could get dressed here when I've finished this. Is that alright Peter?"

There was only one thought spinning around his head by now though 'Christ! She's naked under that robe!!' 

"Peter?"

He swallowed hard again, "Oh, errr .... of course Mrs Olsson."

She smiled again and he melted again, "It's 'Hanna' Peter. We don't need to be all formal do we?!"

For the next five minutes whilst Hanna finished cooking, Peter was tortured by the vision of what lay beneath the robe as it swirled about in front of him. The numerous glimpses that he'd had of her from his bedroom just wouldn't quite add up to a full picture though. It was so frustrating!

Then she came over and proudly placed a giant plate-full of breakfast in front of him. She smiled again as she saw him tuck eagerly in, and sat down opposite to pour herself some juice. Peter found that he had to split his attention between the food and the increasingly inviting view of her bosom in the gap between the folds of her robe. 

The next ten minutes passed in a whiz! While he was eating, she asked about his college course, his mother, his sporting interests and told him a little about her background in Sweden. She chattered on brightly in her delightful accent until ...... the incident.

It wasn't much of an incident if truth be told, but it changed everything.

They both reached for the jug of water at the same time and their hands touched. Such a simple, innocent thing, but the surge of electricity that coursed through his body felt like an electric shock.

Hanna too had sucked in a breath and her eyes had widened as a spark seemed to ignite within her too. 

Their initial reaction had been to draw back their hands but, without thinking, he quickly recaptured her petite hand in his own and gently stroked her fingers. When he realised what he'd done his eyes snapped up to hers, fearful of the reaction, but there was no anger there. Just confusion and, surprise maybe .......... and something deeper, something that he couldn't identify.

After a few long, long moments she slowly drew back her hand and sat back a little. This time it was her turn to struggle for words.

"Well Peter, errr ............that was ......... maybe I'd better get dressed .......... I errr....." She took a deep breath and began to stand, "I think that I'd better go back to my place to do that...."

But he'd already jumped up.

"No Mrs Olsson, I mean Hanna, I mean ......... you can use our living room like you said earlier. It's warm ......... it's private .... ..I'll draw the curtains for you." He realised that he was actually pleading with her not to go, but was encouraged that she didn't seem to have taken any steps to leave.

He had an inspiration! 

"Look," he said as he bounced over to the stool on which her neat pile of clothes lay, "I'll take these in for you!"

With that he scooped them up with one arm, walked a couple of paces towards the living room door, smiled at her as reassuringly as he knew how, held out his hand and held is breathe.

For a long minute or so, nothing happened. Hanna seemed frozen to the spot, indecision clouding her features. The touch had somehow set her pulse racing. She'd admired Peter's athletic body before, particularly when she'd caught glimpses of him dressing at his bedroom window. Why did he do that? She'd felt a little guilty about it, but excited at the same time - and now this. If she stepped forward she felt that she'd be crossing some sort of personal Rubicon. What should she do?

Peter was getting desperate not to lose the moment. He needed something persuasive and eventually said the only thing that came to mind.

"Please."

She looked a little shaken at that simple word, but it was enough. 

"Okay......" she responded quietly, still a little doubtfully, but took a step forward anyway. 

3. After Breakfast

She'd ignored his proffered hand and glided past him into the living room. She suddenly didn't trust herself to touch him. The inner excitement was starting to make itself felt in a tingling sensation between her legs. 

Peter hadn't cared. It was enough that she had decided to stay. He quickly followed her into the small, but comfortable room and placed the pile of clothes on a small coffee table beside their large, fawn sofa. He gave her a tentative smile before striding to the windows and drawing the long, felt curtains. The dark brown curtains were thick, but fortunately it was bright enough to see comfortably in the room.

He let out a long breathe before moving again. Had he been breathing at all since picking up her clothes? No matter. She was standing in the middle of the room, watching him move around, totally silent.

"Err well, I guess that should do it," he finally blurted out and in the absence of any positive response from Hanna, he began to sidle reluctantly towards the sliding doors into the kitchen. 

Their eyes were locked together as he crossed the room, her feelings unfathomable to him. He so much wanted to stay, to take her in his arms and lay her on the couch, and then ......?! He had to shut his eyes briefly to ward off the images that sprang into his mind, and when he looked back she had turned half away, towards the pile of clothes. It was another crisis moment. He had to say something or the moment would be lost, and after all, it was as if the gypsy's prophecy was coming true!

"Can I stay?" he asked quietly as he hesitated by the doorway.

She seemed to flinch a little at the words, stopped for a moment as she reached downwards but gave no other response. Then she completed the motion by picking up a delicate, lacy white bra from her pile of clothing. She looked down at the flimsy material for a few moments, swallowed and then turned her back to him.

In the absence of any contradiction he'd stayed put, frozen by the doorway, his whole attention now focussed exclusively on the robed figure in the centre of the room. His mouth was dry, and he wanted to swallow too, but it was impossible.

After a few more moments of apparent indecision, her free hand went slowly to her shoulder, teasing the robe over the edge and away from her neck, first on one side and then the other. With a little shrug she released the top of the robe and it floated smoothly down her back as she eased out her arms to rest crumpled around her waist.

This time Peter had to swallow! The sight of her soft, delicate pale skin, her narrow waist and the sensuous shape of her spine, disappearing tantalisingly back under the robe had set his pulse throbbing. The uncomfortable bulge that had been developing in his pants was now impossible to ignore!

Quickly, she wrapped the white bra strap around her waist, fastened it at the front and then twisted it around so that she could lean forward slightly to ease her breasts into the waiting cups. Frustratingly, this was all happening out of sight for Peter but his vivid imagination soon filled in the gaps, particularly after he'd glimpsed one round orb from the side as she twisted her arms into the bar straps and pulled them over her shoulder. 

Next she glanced briefly over her shoulder, almost shyly, maybe just to check that he was still there. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before she looked back again. Again there was something in her expression that he couldn't quite fathom. Excitement, mischievousness perhaps, or something deeper? 

His thoughts didn't dwell on that for long though as he watched her hands glide to the robe's belt at her waist. There was just the hint of a pause this time before she pulled them apart and slowly let gravity do its work as the robe collapsed into a heap at her feet.

The throbbing inside Peter's chest was becoming intolerable as he drank in the sight of the shapely figure revealed in front of him. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever as they rose up to support a delicious looking bottom and hips, the dark slit between those cheeks providing a tantalising indication of what lay hidden.

Distantly, he heard someone, give out a strangled gasp of admiration. It took a few long seconds before he realised that, it must have been him!

Hanna gave him a few more minutes to admire the view before twisting slightly to pick up a pair of white lacy briefs from the pile. She seemed to be concentrating hard as she stepped into them and bent down to pull them smoothly up her legs, before easing them over her waist and smoothing the delicate material over her round bottom. By twisting that way, she'd avoided giving him the view between her legs that he'd been hoping for when she bent down which was a little disappointing but that was quickly forgotten as she twisted fully round to face him and posed herself as a large smile spread across her face.

"What do you think?" she asked a little huskily. 

"Jesus!" he replied eventually, followed a few moments by the best line that he could have ever come up with, "You're so beautiful!"

Her eyes widened a little at the compliment and, for a moment, that look was back in her eyes. 

"Stocking next?" she added after a further short pause.

Without waiting for an answer she grabbed up a matching white suspender belt. It was trim and dainty and took but a few seconds to fasten around her waist. She carefully adjusted it so that the suspenders ran down the front and back of her legs before picking up a fluffy, tan ball that was her stocking. She twisted sideways to put her foot on the edge of the sofa before bundling up the material in her hand and drawing it carefully over her toes. As she teased the stocking over her ankle, she straightened it and the drew it slowly over her shapely calves, then above her knee, before letting her hands drop again to her ankle to smooth the material back up her leg, looking directly at Peter. It was as though she was willing him to feel the delicious sensation of her hands running over her delicate skin. 

Next she twisted round again to capture the suspender belt dangling over her bottom before feeding it smoothly under her briefs and dragging it down to the band of stocking top around her upper thigh, effortlessly capturing some material before fastening the suspender to the stocking. She drew back her foot and was back facing him again, her fingers searching for the front suspender. Her eyes locked on his again as she slowly fed the suspender into the front of her bikini brief, her other hand slipping under the material from the bottom to catch hold and draw it though. No-one seemed to breathe until she'd drawn this one down to meet the stocking top and it was fastened into place. 


A Thrilling Prophecy



She finally dragged her eyes away and picked up the second stocking. This time she looked back at Peter and held out the stocking towards him.

"Will you do it?" she whispered a little falteringly, to his total surprise.

There was no need for Peter to respond as he covered the ground between them in a couple of giant strides, but as he reached out to take hold of the flimsy material he got another surprise. She didn't let go and instead started to remorselessly draw him further towards him. He was staring into those deep blue eyes and at last recognised that unidentified emotion. It was a match for the one that he knew she was seeing in his. Pure, unadulterated desire!

As their faces drew closer and closer together, she twisted her head slightly and reached up a little, one hand running over his cheek as she finally closed her eyes just as their lips met. Peter's heart was already pounding hard, but the gentle touch of her lips on his almost sent him into orbit. It was gentle at first, but quickly developed as the passion overcame them both and their lips were soon working hard against each other, their breathing getting increasingly ragged. When her tongue finally started to explore he thought that he would explode.

It seemed to have been a shock to her too as, to his horror, she pulled away, still breathing hard. Her hands were still around his neck, but her eyes were fixed on his.

"If we do this," she almost gasped, her hand tight on his neck, "It has to be OUR secret. You must understand that! I love Anders dearly and I can't lose him! It's just that ......that ....." her voice tailed away, "........ he's away so, so often...."

As she finished she looked so miserable that Peter almost pulled away, but he could still see the fire in her eyes and the fire burning in him wasn't going anywhere.

"Of course Hanna," he replied decisively at last "I couldn't do anything to hurt you!"

It was all that she needed, and this time as she pulled his lips towards hers, there was no holding back and as the kiss developed again, he felt her semi-naked body pressing hard against his, and he knew that she must be feeling his response too as she pressed up relentlessly against the big bulge in his jeans.

Too soon her lips left his again but her hands were still running through his hair as her lips nestled into his neck and she whispered huskily into his ear.

"Why am I the only one in my underwear?"

He needed no further encouragement as he jumped back and clawed off his top, unbuckled his belt, dragged down his jeans, and threw off his socks.

She gave out a delightful little squeal of laughter as she watched him tear of his clothes so urgently, but he could see that her eyes were now fixed on the very respectable bulge in his boxer shorts.

"My, my ...." she continued mischievously, "........you do look in need of some help with that!"

Then, as she smiled intently at him, her hands drifted behind her back and with a little sigh he noted the slackening of her bra straps. With a little shrug of her shoulders, she pushed the flimsy material forwards and his throat went dry again as the cups dropped away from her breasts as the bra drifted down to the floor.

From his bedroom window, he'd had glimpses before, but nothing compared to the vision in front of him now. They were so beautiful. Not large, but pert, her dark brown nipples standing erect, and seeming to reach out for him.

"Wow!" he gasped in admiration, if anything the bulge in his shorts expanding!

She smiled again at his response, before slipping her fingers into the waistband of her bikini briefs and slowly easing them over her hips. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head as the material began to slowly uncover the shapely little bush covering the delicious little mound at the top of her legs. She was enjoying the moment as his mouth dropped open and she held the flimsy white material briefly at the top of her thighs as he drank in the sight of the curly blonde hair disappearing between her legs, giving just a hint of the labia lips below.

Then she was suddenly all action! She dragged the briefs down her legs, almost falling as she stepped out of them and quickly came to him, still standing in frozen admiration at the sight of her naked body. With a shock he realised that she was reaching towards his waist and before he could move, she'd eased his boxer shorts over his now aching erection and sent them on their way to the floor as well. 

When she rose back up, her lips were instantly searching for his again, but this time as she pressed her body into him, he could feel the sharp points of her nipples rubbing up against his chest and then she somehow cocked her leg over his erect cock and capture it between her thighs, letting it rub up against the underside of her bottom. His befuddled brain didn't know where to concentrate on as the sexy sensations from lips, chest and down below washed relentlessly over him!

The kiss seemed to go on and on and the way that she squeezed his cock between her upper thighs was driving him into sensations that he'd never felt before. At the back of his mind was an increasingly horrendous thought that he might not last much longer! 

Fortunately, she seemed instinctively to recognise the moment and she finally released his lips. As she snuggled her head into his shoulder he felt the tortuous grip on his cock weaken as she opened her legs a little and gradually eased away from him. She was whispering incomprehensible words into his ear as she slowly she let the tip of his rampant cock slide deliciously under her bottom, pausing slightly as it nestled across her labia, letting out a low moan as she felt the surge of pleasure run through her.

Then she pulled away completely with her eyes fixed hungrily on his, "Now, Peter ...... Now!" as she stumbled back to the sofa and lay down.

He paused to drink in the beauty of her sensuous body again and then she lifted her stocking clad leg up to rest her calve along the soft top of the sofa's backrest. His eyes were drawn immediately to her exquisite pussy as her movement opened up the damp slit so that he could see the pink folds of skin around her vagina. It was an invitation he wasn't capable of resisting.

With a little grunt, he moved towards her and knelt on the sofa between her legs, his erect cock waving purposefully in front of him. As he bent down over her, he saw the desire flaming in her eyes as she reached out for him, but something else had caught his attention. Her pert breasts were almost standing up in front of him and he couldn't resist dropping his head so that his lips could capture and caress her erect nipples.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she sighed as she arched up her bosom, pushing her sensitive skin harder into his mouth, crying out with the electric sensations that swamped out any other thoughts other than the blissful fire from her nipples.

She sucked in deep breaths to control herself, and reached down to grasp his cock, now waving about above her wet pussy , tingling in anticipation as she fed the tip up to the soft, receptive entrance to her vagina.

It was all the encouragement that Peter needed as her finally released her nipples and eased forwards with his hips, driving his cock deeply into her waiting, warm cavern. They both closed their eyes as they absorbed the delightful sensations of his penetration. She felt her whole vagina light up with the contact of his firm, hard flesh as he felt her soft inner skin wrap around and caress him. It was a blissful moment.

It was instinct really. Without a further thought he began to draw back before plunging back in and beginning a wild series of thrusts that had her almost sobbing as she wrapped her legs around him and thrust her back hips to escalate the throbbing sensations building up to almost intolerable levels in her body.

All too soon though, he felt himself reaching the point of no return. Hard as he tried to hold back he suddenly felt the blissful sensation of his cock erupting deep within her, the convulsions running right though him. 

"Oh God! Jesus!" he gasped as he absorbed the sensation, slightly horrified that he'd come too soon.

Hanna's hips were still gyrating slowly under him as she struggled to get her breathing under control before she reached up to pull his head down on hers and began to cover his face with soft, wonderful little kisses.

It took long minutes before either could speak, wrapped in each other's arms now, the previous state of high tension replaced by a more languid torpor. Soon he couldn't contain himself any longer. He had to ask.

"Did you ..........? Was it too quick ............?"

She paused for a moment and instinctively he knew the answer. But then she cupped his cheeks and smiled back into his troubled eyes. 

"It was glorious Peter! It felt so.......so....fantastic! Oh..... I don't have the words in English!" she paused for a moment before continuing gently, "Look Peter, a woman doesn't have to have a giant climax every time to enjoy sex with a man you know."

He didn't seem convinced, so she added mischievously, "Anyway, it might happen next time."

It took a few moments for her words to register, but when they did his face lit up.

"You want to do it again?!" 

"Of course I do!. Didn't I say that you were fantastic. But remember, it must be our secret, so we must be careful."

"So we could do it the next time Anders is away then?" he added hopefully.

"He's not back for a few days yet Peter," the mischievous grin was wide across her face, "Why don't you come round to my house tonight after tea ......... maybe about seven?"

Their eyes met in a warm understanding and this time the kiss was long and gentle, a sensual anticipation of their plans for later, his naked skin pressed comfortably into her soft, warm body.

It could have gone on forever. It didn't. 

She eventually glanced over his shoulder and saw the wall clock.

"What time did you have to be in college?"

"Oh God!!"

4. Before Dinner

Peter paused at the bottom of the steps leading up to the college library. 

It was a big, imposing building with a long row of stone pillars guarding the large revolving door that allowed entrance. It was an old building, built in the first flushes of excess when the college was established over a century ago. The old oak floors and fittings seemed to cry out quality and good taste and, if you liked books, there was something about the smell of the place that encouraged calmness and leisurely thought. 

Peter loved the place.

So, pausing before going in was unusual but after the momentous events of the morning it was the first moment where he'd had time to reflect. The mad dash to catch the bus to college, the ten o'clock lecture and the half hour tutorial that had followed had used up time like a whirlwind. He'd briefly spoken to friends at the lecture, and he was thankful that they'd taken notes because he knew that his were almost non-existent as he'd struggled vainly to switch between the lecturer and visions of a naked Hanna on his sofa.

The tutorial at least had forced him to concentrate on 'work' as Professor Hawking had spent time quizzing him on his understanding of some of the finer points in his Mechanical Engineering course. When he'd finally stumbled out into the bright summer light again, he'd been in two minds. He could have met up with his friends at the Student Union before grabbing some lunch as he'd got another lecture at one o'clock, but he'd decided on the library instead.

He had his reasons. 

A couple of weeks ago he'd literally bumped into one of the young library assistants as he'd walked round a corner. He'd apologised profusely, grabbing at the book she'd dropped and handed it carefully back. She'd smiled quite shyly at him as she thanked him and continued on her way, but looking back a little self-consciously after a few yards to see if he was still looking at her. He was. She had a small, round face surrounded by stylish short brown hair. Her brown eyes radiated warmth and he'd immediately decided that she was beautiful. She wasn't tall, but he'd admired her rounded curves, even under a rather prim looking dress. 

Since then, he'd spent a lot of time in the library! He'd managed to talk to her a few times, found out she was called Sarah, but still hadn't plucked up courage to ask her out. But today was different. Today he'd got the prophecy and he was on a mission! 

Inside was a bit of a disappointment though. He hadn't been able to see her when he went in and a quick tour of the main reading area and the alcoves off it proved equally unrewarding.

He looked across at the admin area in the corner where the librarians worked, but there was no sign of her at any of the desks there either. This really wasn't looking encouraging!

It had to be worth checking with one of the other librarians though surely?

He sauntered over to the enquiries desk, still hoping that she'd appear from one of the back rooms. The desk was unattended when he got there so he looked around hoping that his presence would get noted. A couple of the more senior female librarians were discussing something at the back of their area. He was sure that they'd seen him, but they continued whispering together in a rather animated way, glancing at him from time to time before one of them headed over, almost being pushed forward by her colleague.

He'd seen her around before but hadn't taken much notice. She was much older than Sarah, probably at least thirty he speculated, medium height with her blonde hair tied back into a tight pony-tail. She wore a frilly cream shirt, fawn skirt and a large brown belt around a respectably trim waist.

"Can I help?" she asked, letting her hazel eyes run quickly over his athletic frame.

"Err yes, I hope so......... That is ....... I'm actually looking for one of your colleagues.... Sarah .... is she errr around today?" It was hardly his most adult moment of the day.

The woman lifted her eyebrows in surprise, "Well no, I'm afraid that she's taken a day's leave today, but she should be back in tomorrow." Now a slow smile spread across her face, lighting it up, "Are you sure that I can't help you, I am fully qualified you know!"

"Oh err .......... I'm sure that you are....... but I really needed to talk to Sarah. I'll probably catch up with her tomorrow then."

He was about to turn away when the librarian's dark haired colleague called out from the background, "Well go on then!"

The librarian in front of him looked annoyed and confused for an instant, before the smile was back.

"Ignore her," she waved her hand back towards her colleague who seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, " ............... but I was wondering if you could help me perhaps?" 

Her smile was back with one eyebrow lifted quizzically.

"Well, of course," he responded automatically with a smile of his own. After all he'd been brought up to be polite and helpful, before adding as an afterthought, "If I can that is."

He was puzzled as he saw her reaction. She seemed relieved and yet strangely excited at his response. 

"Oh I'm sure that you can. I need your height you see. There's a book that I can't quite reach in the Committee Room, but I'm sure that you will manage it alright. Please follow me." With that she opened up the little wooden barrier at the side of the desk and led him towards a fine oak panelled door at the rear of the admin area.

As they crossed the room, her colleague crossed over and pressed something into her hand, "You might need this Barbara," she laughed as her brown eyes ran boldly over Peter's tall body, "shout if you want any help!"

'Barbara' had now reached the door, opened it with the key she'd been handed and was waving Peter in.

"I'm sure we'll manage just fine!" she shot back waspishly at her friend.

Inside the room, Peter was impressed by the size of the big wooden table that dominated most of the room. It was shiny, polished red wood of some sort, lined on each side by matching chairs with comfortable looking red leather seats. Along the far wall ran a set of matching wooden shelving holding an impressive array of dark leather bound books with gold lettering. Half way down he saw that the upper shelving was empty in one section, with one large book peeping out over the edge. 

"That One?" he pointed. It looked like the only one that the librarian wouldn't be able to reach.

"Yes please." 

It was easy, he sauntered over and, with his height, he hardly had to get onto his toes. As he lifted the heavy volume down, he glanced down the rows of chairs and wondered why she hadn't used one of those. 

"Here you are...." he said as he turned and took a step towards the open doorway. Except that it wasn't anymore. And not only was it shut but the librarian was busily turning a key to make sure it stayed that way!

He stopped in surprise a few yards away his mouth open to question her, but his words never came out. The young woman in front of him had dropped her hands to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up quickly to her waist, and exposing very nice pair of stocking clad legs. With a quick bit of wriggling her hands disappeared even higher and were soon descending rapidly with a bundle of soft red and black which she smartly stepped out as her skirt hem dropped down to respectable lengths again.

Peter stood, still open mouthed as she reached for the book, taking it out of his frozen hands and then shocking him even further by placing the little bundle of red and black into his hand, closing his fingers over the soft, warm material.

"Will you look after these for me please, they're so comfortable and I don't want to lose them! Now, I really would like to read you a little story from the book. Will you like that?" As she spoke she took the book over to the end of the table.

"Errrrr" was the most expressive response he could make as he watched her push the book down the table and open it before bending over the end of the table. She propped up her elbows on the table, her head resting on cradled hands, her impressively shaped behind pointing straight back it him. 

He sucked in a long, deep breath as he realised that the warm parcel of material in his hand had recently been wrapped intimately around that shapely behind. What the hell was going on? Then his reverie was broken as he realised that she'd started speaking.

 "Emily had been waiting for this opportunity for weeks. She'd admired the virile young man every time she'd seen him, yearning to strip off his clothes, item by item, before running her gentle fingers over his taut muscular body." 

She needed to take a deep breath herself at this stage but it mattered not as Peter's eyes were still riveted on her bottom as it wriggled in front of him as she continued, her voice quivering a little in excitement.

 "She knew that he wanted her too. Those tell-tale little glances, the way that he watched her hips sway as she passed him, the way that his eyes seemed to undress her, leaving her naked before him! God, it was all so arousing as she felt the pleasant tingling between her legs suddenly intensify.

And now she was at his mercy, bent over a table in front of him, waiting for the touch of his firm, manly hands. A low moan escaped her lips as the almost unbearable anticipation drove her wild with desire!" 

Peter finally snapped back into reality as he heard the expressive moan roll around the room. He hadn't imagined it. It was real! What the hell should he do? That decision was being made harder by the impressive bulge that was building in his pants. His attention was instantly dragged back to 'his' librarian as her voice seemed to rise in pitch.

 ".......... she could feel the young man close up behind her now, his hands hovering over her buttocks," 




A Thrilling Prophecy



Peter hadn't moved ..... and her voice got louder, more urgent.

 " .....................................SHE COULD FEEL THE YOUNG MAN CLOSE UP BEHIND HER NOW, HIS HANDS ..... Ohhhhhhhhh"  

Peter finally threw caution to the window, stepped up behind her, threw her panties onto the table and, as instructed, placed his hands squarely on her rounded posterior. As he felt the soft flesh under her skirt, a thrill ran through him and the bulge in his pants expanded uncomfortably.

She was silent for a moment as she absorbed the exciting sensation of his strong hands on her.

 "those hands soon began to caress the rounded ............... SOON BEGAN TO CARESS ..... Ohhh God!!" 

Peter was beginning to get the hang of this as he let his hands roam smoothly over her rounded posterior, a wide grin spreading across his youthful face. 

After a short while, and between deep breaths she continued reading.

 "she was soon floating on a sea of anticipation as she waited for the hands to start sliding down her legs and .... aaaaaahh ...." 

Peter's hands were quick to follow the lead, running smoothly down the outside of her thighs before hooking under her skirt and starting to rise up her inner thighs, lifting the skirt higher and higher until her stocking tops appeared. He stopped for a while as he let his fingers roam over the soft, bare skin above, enjoying the effect as his storyteller squirmed under him and let out a whoosh of air as she felt the electric sensation of his fingers running over her bare skin. But she soon soldiered on as she spread her legs slightly to encourage some further exploration!

 "Jeeeeeesus ............ his hands felt so..... so......masterful! She squirmed again as she realised how close they were to that defenceless spot between her legs that was the throbbing centre of her attention ...... crying out for his touch! It had to be SOON!! She was feeling so aroused that the slightest touch would .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh. "

It had taken him just a second to yank the skirt up and over her bottom, revealing a sight that almost sent him into orbit as he took in her smooth, rounded cheeks, the long stocking clad legs and that small, peachy mound peeping out from between her slightly parted legs. His eyes were riveted on the moist looking slit, her light coloured hair giving a soft, warm looking covering.

It was sensational! 

With a deep swallow he placed his hand on the soft white skin of her left buttock, letting his fingers trace slowly over the rounded surface until they were drawn almost magnetically into the valley between her legs, finally letting them run almost gingerly over the soft, warm skin of her soft, oily labia. 

The effect was instantaneous on the woman spread out in front of him. Her head had dropped down onto the book, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the moment. She let out a long, low cry as she felt the contact, her arousal complete as she squirmed against his fingers, trying to force them between her inner lips into the dark, warm lair that lay beyond, tingling in wait for their inevitable exploration.

Peter was enjoying the moment as well, letting his fingers linger on her damp inner lips, teasing across the folds of skin, running tantalisingly around the pink entrance to her inner cavern before reaching further forward to search for her clit. He knew when he'd found it! Her whole body shuddered under his hands and a thin little scream escaped from her taut lips, as his fingers began to rub gently against the sensitive skin surrounding the magical little button.

Her head was now swaying from side to side on the book as his fingers did their work, triggering wave after wave of pleasure that was building and building within her until it swamped her brain. 

Somehow she managed to regain some semblance of control, her urgent little mewing sounds giving way to the storyteller again.

 "Oh God ....... Oh God ...... Ohhhhh God ...... she was soaring so .... high ... that all the woman wanted was the feel .... Ohhhh God .... of him INSIDE HER........" she paused, gasping for air as she faintly heard the welcome sounds of him unbuckling his belt, "her whole body was on fire, she needed ........... she needed him ......... inside and ..........aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!" 

As he placed the tip of his rampant cock up against her firm, inviting opening Peter drew in a long, deep breath. He'd been amazed how big he was when he'd dragged down his shorts, his hot cock immediately jumping up almost vertical, throbbing away in anticipation. This was so erotic and he was feeling so aroused that he was wondering again if he'd last long enough to satisfy her.

She wasn't waiting for him though! 

As she felt him nudge up to her most sensitive opening, she pushed backwards, forcing him into her tingling, wet entrance. They both sucked in air as they felt the penetration, and it was automatic for him to thrust forward himself, driving deep into her hot vagina.

But there was something else he needed to do.

She was impaled on his cock, her hips pushed up hard against the big wooden table, so he reached forward to slide his hands over her the smooth back of her shirt and quickly round to cup her taut breasts as they strained against her thin bra. His fingers felt for and found the erect nipples and she cried out again as he squeezed them firmly, her hips squirming hard against his as that fabulous sensation boosted the fire blazing away between her legs.

It seemed the storytelling had stopped for good as his strong hips began to drive his throbbing member smoothly backwards and forwards. Her initial deep breaths of awe at the penetration were soon replaced by regular shallow panting as she felt him driving deeper and deeper into her welcoming soft cavern, each thrust triggering a myriad of electric sensations that were swamping her brain with unadulterated pleasure.

Peter grasped her waist with both hands and drove faster and harder. Her tight vagina was rubbing exquisitely against his cock as it rocketed back and forth, gradually increasing his own sexual tension until he began to lose track of time. He could vaguely feel the sweat on his brow as he tried harder and harder to hold back his own release, but he knew that he couldn't last much longer. Her head was thrashing from side to side in front of him, her eyes tight shut and the original mewing sounds had merged into a long drawn out moan of excitement as the relentless pounding between her legs built up relentlessly until she was on the verge of a mind shattering climax.

"Oh God, come on!" he thought to himself in desperation.

"Ohhhhhhh God .................. nnnnnngh .........I'm ......... .I'm .............. I'm coming aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she finally gasped. 

And as he felt the delightful little convulsions rip around her pussy, he grunted and finally let go himself as he made one last thrust that pushed him as deep as he could go before exploding inside her raging hot cavern, letting the satisfaction of release course blissfully through his taut body.

He collapsed forward onto her back as the strength seemed to have drained out of him. What a fantastic, totally unexpected experience! He was sucking in big breaths of musty air until, finally, his heart started to beat more regularly and he eased himself backwards sliding reluctantly out of the warm, velvety place that only seconds ago had been the centre of his whole existence.

She was still breathing hard in front of him, the white cheeks of her bum rising and falling rhythmically with her heavy breathing. Then, as he pulled up his pants and began to buckle his belt, there was a surreal moment as she propped up her head again and continued to read!

 "Their passionate love-making had driven them both wild! Her climax had been everything that she'd hoped and, incredibly, even more! She was taking her time as her breathing quietened, absorbing every little moment of pleasure from her body as he drew out of her. Who was this strange young man? Would she see him again? Would their bodies feel that tumultuous thrill again? Who knew? It would be in the lap of the gods!" 

With that she closed the book with a sharp bang and slowly straightened up, letting the bunched up skirt drop back into its demur position as she turned and gave Peter a wide, satisfied smile.

"That's one of my favourite books!" she gasped before adding a little tremulously, "I do hope that you liked it as well?" 

He wasn't at all sure how to deal with this, "It .....it was ....... well, errrrr .......God, it was absolutely fantastic!" he finished in a gush of words.

She smiled broadly, and reached up to plant a warm kiss on his lips.

"That's good then," she added, all business-like again, "maybe we could read from it again some time?" she added with a raised eyebrow.

Peter couldn't believe his luck! She was offering to do this again -- with him!

"I err, well naturally," he responded with a big grin of his own, "As a student it's my duty to take every learning opportunity!"

He reached forward to grasp her again, but this time she swung away from him with a bright, bubbly laugh.

"Hey, not now! We've been in here long enough. People will be wondering what we're up to!"

She picked up the big volume and handed it to him. "Maybe you could put it back on the top shelf over there again. You know.....where I can't reach it!"

"Of course," he laughed, striding over to the bookshelves, glancing inquisitively at the gold leaf title as he lifted it up. What sort of erotic volume could this be? 

When he span round, it was just in time to see his librarian yanking her panties up before smoothing down her skirt again. "I didn't know that 'Social History of Virginia in the Eighteenth Century' covered this sort of thing?" he chuckled.

She smiled slyly back at him, "You've got absolutely no idea what they get up to in those days!"

As they came out of the room and back into the main library, the librarian's friend came over and, with a knowing smile, asked them if they'd managed ok. 

"VERY OK!" laughed Barbara as she guided Peter out of the office area before adding , "Peter's promised to come back and help whenever we're in need, haven't you?"

"Well, I errr .........." he was looking at the second woman now, who had a fuller figure than Barbara, but had curves in all the right places and was now looking expectantly at him.

"Oh that WILL be something to look forward to," she replied in a deep husky voice. 

Peter was getting worried. It was all very well having all these women suddenly falling over themselves for him, but now he was wondering about Sarah. Was she involved in this sort of thing? It didn't bare thinking about! And then something else struck him.

"Will Sarah....... I mean, can we keep this ....... errr, does Sarah......Oh God!"

Both women were chuckling now at his obvious discomfort, but the dark haired woman came to the rescue.

"Oh don't worry yourself. Sarah doesn't get involved in our little -- errr arrangements. And I'm sure she won't find out ........ particularly if you're as helpful as you said you'd be!"

With that they shooed him away from the admin area and he finally stumbled back into the bright light outside wondering incredulously whatever the rest of the day could have in store for him?!

5. After Dinner Lecture

It was a bit tight, but when he'd checked his watch he'd just had time to get down to the refectory to meet his friends before the one o'clock lecture. As usual, it was packed with hungry students and he'd almost missed them, but he'd just managed to grab a sandwich and juice before heading over to meet them on the way out.

"You must be getting really serious on that library chick if you're letting it affect your food intake!" laughed one.

"Actually, you looked absolutely knackered mate, "proffered another helpfully, "hope she's worth it!"

"Sod off!" he responded in kind, "she wasn't even there. I just .....sort of .... studied a bit instead."

"Oh that's why you're looking knackered then," they laughed, "it won't catch on you know! Anyway, we'd better blow, you know how busy Sexy Sadie's lectures get!" 

It was true. The one o'clock lecture by Doctor Sarah Livermore was a highlight of the week. It was a non-core module, one of a number of options that students could take to 'broaden' their college experience. The title had attracted a large female audience, 'Feminine Influence on the Modern World'. The lecturer, an extremely attractive PhD in her mid thirties, had attracted an equally large male audience, who were equally happy to mix with the female students as well!

The snag was that the lecture room tended to fill quickly, so there was a rush to get there early for once!

Hurrying down the corridor of the Sociology building towards the lecture theatre, Peter was distracted by something that was said behind him and as he turned to respond, he suddenly caught sight of a movement out of the corner of his eye. Then he was bouncing off something soft and into the corridor wall!

"Ouch!" he gasped automatically, spinning round.

On the floor sat a black spectre, surrounded by books and a pencil case that had spilled its contents across the floor. He just had time to see a side door closing opposite and realised that he'd bumped into someone coming out before the spectre materialised into an extremely angry young student!

"You clumsy oaf! Don't you look where you're going!!"

At this point he realised that the 'spectre' was in fact a young female student dressed completely in black, apart from a red satin scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. Her thick black hair was cut short to shoulder length and a pair of intense eyes fixed on him as she started to get onto her knees.

"You idiot! Look at all my stuff!" 

He did. Books were spread on the floor and pencils were still rolling around. They were now being bypassed by more students as they squeezed past the crash scene.

"Well done Peter," shouted one of his friends as they disappeared into the lecture room, "watch out she doesn't bite!"

He bent down to help retrieve some of the spilled items.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't see you!" he muttered, although feeling slightly aggrieved that she could hardly have paid much attention when she'd walked through the door herself.

"Typical man!" she hissed back, "And thanks for making me late!"

Peter checked his watch, and the thinning crowd of students entering the room. 

"Come on," he said in encouragement as he tried to take an arm to lift her to her feet, "we won't miss anything."

It was only then that he realised that she was dressed as a Goth, and a rather shapely one at that! Black casual jacket, over a black, belted mini-dress with the splash of colour at her neck. She wore black ankle boots covered in chains and her short legs were encased in sexy looking black fishnet stockings. 

By now she'd got most of her things back together and he handed her a couple of books that he'd retrieved, put on a winsome smile and said "There, that's better now?"

She twisted back to him and he saw her take a deep breath as some of the anger drained away, leaving a pretty, rounded face looking up at him. His eyes were drawn to a couple of studs in her nose, and suddenly her face seemed to light up as she smiled back, hazel eyes twinkling.

"Not all your fault I suppose. I was in a rush ....... and.... errr thanks for the books."

With that she whirled away and disappeared into the lecture room.

He paused for a moment taking stock. What was all that about? Was this another 'prophecy' moment? It didn't seem likely. She'd been pretty angry with him and although he'd seen her around a few times at previous lectures, the Goth look hadn't attracted him before. But having said that she had looked pretty sexy 'up close and personal' so to speak!

"Oh well," he thought looking at his watch again, "better get in, I'm five minute late already."

It was easier said than done.

After he'd pushed through the doors to the lecture theatre, he pulled up short. It was packed! 

He couldn't see a spare seat anywhere and to make matters worse, 'Sexy Sadie' had stopped speaking and was glaring directly at him, hands on beautiful, rounded hips.

"Nice of you to finally drop in," she called from below him on the stage, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "well .....?"

The fact that every eye in the building was looking his way had him flustered, so he muttered an apology knowing that he'd gone beetroot red but still not seeing anywhere to sit. He was preparing to drop down onto the steps when he noticed an arm waving at him lower down.

Incredibly, he realised that it was his Goth opponent of a few minutes ago. She was sat about six rows down at the end of the bench, next to a couple of statuesque blondes that he'd seen her with before. He'd heard that they were twin sisters, and, according to local college gossip, a bit weird as well. 'His' Goth appeared to have shuffled along a bit and had left a small space that he knew he'd struggle to squeeze on to, but it was the only option in the place. He quickly tripped down the stairs and squeezed himself onto the seat muttering his thanks.

The smile that she returned was much nicer than the glare from earlier!

"Well, at last! Maybe we can all carry on then?!" was the sarcastic response from below.

When he'd got his breath back, he dumped his notebook and pencil case onto the table, and breathed out a sigh of relief. He was almost fully sat on the bench but not quite. He tried shuffling up a bit but was immediately aware of his leg pressing hard against the soft, fishnet covered thighs sat next to him. He glanced down. There was no way that she could move any further, as her other leg was tight up against one of the blonde's. She looked back and gave him that 'sorry, can't be helped' expression. 

He responded in kind and settled back to listen to the lecture but was gradually getting more and more aware of the hot soft flesh that he was pressing into. It was incredibly distracting, and as time passed he became ever more sensitive to her little movements, her subtle scent and the cute way that she pursed her lips as she thought of something to write.

Eventually it happened - a crazy, unscripted moment.

She'd been rubbing out some pencil comment that she'd made in error and her rubber had slipped out of her fingers, bounced a couple of times on the bench before diving backwards and settling in his lap. Instinctively she'd chased after it with her hand, and as her fingers wrapped around it to retrieve it they pressed into him and his cock responded automatically. She'd clearly felt the reaction through his pants as she gave out a little 'Oh!" as she quickly pulled her hand away and gave him a sharp glance. He kept his eyes straight ahead, somehow hoping that she'd ignore it, cringing internally in case she said something.

Fortunately she didn't, her attention apparently back on the lecture. He breathed again. All was well.

Until, about five minutes later, it happened again! 

This time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pick up the rubber and, with a quick glance around,flicked it into his lap again. His whole body stiffened in surprise, one element stiffening more than the rest of him! This time her hand dropped into his lap more deliberately and as she grasped the rubber she was careful to rub the back of her hand gently up against the large bulge that had appeared in his jeans. God, it felt good! Finally, the hand almost reluctantly seemed to pull away again. He let out a long, deep breath and glanced sideways. She was looking straight at him a wide grin on her face. Would you believe it? She was enjoying tantalising him! 





A Thrilling Prophecy



Then she turned to the lecturer again and he was left to wriggle to try and get his massive erection more comfortable, but all that did was to rub him up against her thighs again, making the stiffness worse. Was it his imagination, or were her thighs pushing back harder at him? He closed his eyes for a moment to try and settle himself, then looked at his watch. Only ten minutes to go then he'd be able to move! "Well, maybe!" he grimaced as he imagined himself leaving the lecture theatre bent double!

As the minutes passed, he gradually managed to get some control. His breathing was back to normal and the erection softened a little.

He glanced sideways again. She evidently saw him, and turned to grin at him again. Her eyes glistened and face was alive with mischief! She held his gaze as her hand reached across to pull his pencil out of his grasp, before pulling it back and letting it drop between her own thighs, the red of the pencil clashing with the garish black criss-crossed stockings. His gaze was drawn with the pencil to her legs. The black skirt had ridden higher up her thighs in the time that they'd been sat there and the hem was now a good nine or ten inches above her knees. Her thighs were pressed closely together and his pencil sat neatly trapped between them! When he looked up her eyes were back on the lecturer, but he noticed that her body seemed to have tensed.

He paused for about twenty seconds wondering what to do. She clearly wanted him to pick it up, but would it be that simple? His erection was back big time as he slowly slid his left hand across her thighs to try and grasp the pencil, but as he touched it she opened her legs a fraction, the pencil dropped down and, as his fingers chased after it, her legs clamped shut again trapping his fingers half way up her thighs. The fishnet stocking material was roughly pressed into his fingers, but the soft, warm flesh of her thighs felt absolutely incredible!

Her eyes had never moved, looking straight ahead. He tentatively pulled back a little on his hand, but her legs seemed to clamp tighter around it. He knew that he could easily pull it out if he really yanked hard, but he didn't want to cause a scene and, frankly, he was quite pleased to leave it there! 

So for the last five minutes of the lecture that's how it stayed!

6. After The Lecture

As the lecture finished, his neighbour grinned mischievously at him as she eased opened her legs and let out his hand. Nothing was said and she turned immediately to her friends and ignored him as they packed up their belongings and filed out of the big room.

He was confused -- big time!

Was this another instance of the 'gypsy prediction' coming to pass? Should he follow it up in some way?

In the hallway, his 'Goth' was busily chatting to the blonde haired twins with her back to him. Suddenly, after being sat so closely next to her, she seemed the sexiest creature in the universe. He just had to say something ... didn't he!?

He sidled up to her, struggling in his mind to find a suitable opening.

"That was nice," he said after a short pause, cringing at the banal comment as it came out.

The girl turned with a quizzical expression on her face. The two twins looked at him as if he'd just escaped from a lunatic asylum.

"Oh, was it?" she responded neutrally, but with a faint smile lighting up her face. The twins paused for a moment before turning and walking off, promising to catch up with 'Laura' later. Well, at least he knew her name now.

He still wasn't sure what to say next, and as his turmoil increased her expression changed to one of puzzlement as she waited patiently for him to say something.

In the absence of any other inspiration, he finally blurted out what was really on his mind.

"Shall we go somewhere where we can do it ..... errr . ....well, you know ........ in private?"

Laura's expression stayed puzzled for a short while before her eyes widened and she gasped in shock, "Do you really mean what I think you mean!"

"Errr, well .......... I thought that you might be err ... up for it so to speak?"

He was beginning to get the message that he might have got this wrong. Her expression turned a bright red as she hissed viciously, "I can't believe this. You're actually propositioning me! What do you think I am!!" 

He didn't respond, but cringed slightly as he saw her arm flash forward to slap him. He shut his eyes, but the blow never landed.

When he opened them again, he saw that she was shaking her head slightly as if sorting this out within her own mind.

"It was just a bit of fun that's all. I thought that you might be, well, nice ..... I guess that I got that wrong didn't I!?" She started to turn away in evident disgust.

The horror of the misunderstanding was beginning to dawn on him. She'd probably tell all her friends and his name would be mud forever. He caught her arm as she turned and pleaded for her to listen. In the space of a few minutes, he'd confessed about the gypsy prophecy and why he'd thought that this could be another 'occurrence'.

Her expression had swung between shock, dismay and disbelief, until eventually she responded guardedly, "That has to be the most convoluted pick-up line I've ever heard." 

She searched his eyes intensively for a few moments before adding in wonder, ".....and you really believe it don't you?"

"Well, I didn't at first, but after this morning I'm not so sure!"

"This morning?"

" Yes, I ......................." he stopped. Somehow, even to him, it sounded a bit unlikely.

"You actually got laid........... here, on campus?" she continued, still looking faintly disbelieving. 

He nodded.

"Un-believable," she gasped shaking her head again and turning to leave, "but I'm not that sort of girl I'm afraid!"

He watched her take a few steps, suddenly feeling intensely sad. 

"I really am sorry," he called after her in a forlorn voice, "I really should have thought ..... but you're such a ..... a beautiful girl."

She paused in her stride and turned her head, looking back at him in that puzzled way again.

"You certainly SHOULD have 'thought' -- how could you think that I'd just drop my pants for you?" 

"I know. Stupid of me. I was getting a bit carried away I suppose," he switched on his best smile, "Forgive me?"

She shook her head in a gesture of mock exasperation, and raised her eyebrows expressively.

"Unbelievable!" then, at last and to his un-dying relief she smiled, "Ok ...... maybe forgiven .... clearly you have a good taste in 'beauty'!" Then she turned and with a quick "Bye" she was off down the corridor again.

He was appreciatively watching her swaying hips under the tight black dress as she drew away, when he saw her stop about ten yards away, and turn again.

"Look, I've got an idea. Do you want to meet me under the statue in front of the Arts block in... ,"she looked at her watch, " .... say half an hour?"

He paused, not sure what to make of her sudden change of attitude.

Her expression darkened a little at the hesitation.

"Believe me, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

He spluttered into life, "Errr yeah, great, fine ..... I'll be there!"

"Mmmmm," she muttered as she turned away for a final time, "I must be mad." 

7. Afternoon Curriculum

It was gloriously sunny in the open air, the afternoon sunshine beating down relentlessly and Peter was hot, doing his best to stay in the shade. 

The statue of the University founder, Wilson Esiah Benfield was a large, imposing granite affair set atop a square plinth. It was raised up by eight layers of steps, but in the early afternoon provided little in the way of shade.

Peter looked at his watch again. He'd been here since twenty past two, and that made it nearly twenty minutes. He scanned around the bustling faces as students swirled past, each in their own little groups, laughing and joking at each other. Occasionally he'd get a quizzical look but quickly glanced away.

"Where is she?" he thought in irritation. The irritation was tinged with a degree of doubt however. Maybe she was just getting her own back for that disastrous encounter earlier? Maybe she was secretly watching him from somewhere, enjoying making him look like a lovelorn fool? He scowled as he scanned around again, but couldn't see her.

He looked at as watch again before sitting on one of the steps. "Right," he said to himself decisively, "five more minutes, then I'm off!"

Four minutes later, his boiling point almost reached, he suddenly felt a soft hand on his shoulder. 

He jumped at the shock and surprise as he half turned to see the black 'Goth' settling down next to him on the step. Clearly she'd sneaked up from behind, but any anger he might have felt was washed away in the avalanche of relief that she'd actually turned up at all!

The steps were low so she had to squat well down to sit beside him, revealing acres of fishnet covered thighs. He had to consciously drag his eyes upwards to meet hers.

"Am I late?" she asked sweetly.

Wisely, for once, he kept his mouth shut, and forced a smile of greeting

"Sorry, took me a while to track them down," she said mysteriously.

"Who?" he replied, somewhat distractedly.

Now that he was up close, he was captivated by her eyes. They were a wonderful mixture of so many colours. Greens and blues merged endlessly with soft shades of orange and light brown. 'Beautiful' he decided.

"Hello," she whispered," is there anyone there?"

"Oh, sorry .....I was just ... err ... admiring your eyes. They look fantastic!"

"Well, I suppose that makes a change from staring at my legs," she responded with a wide smile, obviously not unhappy with the compliment, before adding reflectively, "you really are a strange one aren't you?" 

"Just your everyday friendly weirdo!"

"Mmmmm ... well." 

She shook her head again, "You know, I nearly didn't show .......it's such a strange situation ... but ... well, here I am."

"I'm glad"

She lifted up her hand which was clenched shut, and said slowly, "Guess what I've got here?"

He looked at the hand. It had to be small to fit in, but really he hadn't a clue.

"I errr, it's a .... oh, I've absolutely no idea" he confessed eventually.

"Oh, you're hopeless!" she laughed as she opened her fingers. 

Lying in the palm of her hand was a key. It was just a small, silver Yale key, nothing unusual that he could see.

He looked up at her inquisitively, "It's a key."

"Well done Sherlock," she laughed sarcastically, "and what do keys do?"

"Open doors" he responded automatically, still not clear why they were having this conversation.

"Oh God! I think that you're really too dim for this Casanova lark!?" she gasped in exasperation. 

"Look," she pointed across the campus to one of the distant Halls of Residence, then stared back into his face, "Key, Door, Empty Room .........."

She laughed as she saw the realisation dawn on his face. He was reluctant to make a fool of himself again though.

"You mean, you want to ..... with me ........still?" 

"Maybe .....," she responded uncertainly, "I haven't quite made my mind up yet. You need to pass a test first." 

His look was as confused and puzzled as he felt.

She turned her face directly to him, the sun making it almost glow, "Kiss me then..."

"What! ......... really?"

She leaned forward, eyes riveted on his, her moist lips opening slightly. The initial shock wore off in about a microsecond as he leaned towards her, twisting his head slightly to welcome the pressure of her lips on his. Her eyes were twinkling as their lips met, but soon closed as the initial, gentle, tentative pressure was replaced by firm responsiveness and her hand lifted up to his neck to pull him closer.

The kiss didn't last long, but when they pulled back, they were both breathing deeper.

She searched his eyes, saw the excitement and hunger, and smiled again.

"Mmmmmm ..... not bad .... I suppose that just about qualifies ..."

"...as a pass!" he interrupted quickly.

She didn't answer, but pushed herself up on her feet, catching his hand and hauling him to his feet as well.

"It's got you through so far!" she laughed and then lifted up the key and pointed to the Halls, "Shall we?"

The short walk to the halls of residence seemed to fly by. He remembered later that she'd chattered most of the way about her course and other innocuous stuff, but at the time hardly anything registered. He still couldn't quite believe that it was happening again!

Then they were up the stairs and in a short hallway, before coming to a stop in front of Room 213. It was just a simple, pastel brown, mass-produced doorway, but suddenly it seemed to have become a fundamental barrier. On this side, normality and two 'friends' getting to know each other, on the other, well everything would change. Somehow he knew that it would be a true 'Crossing of the Rubicon'.

She'd stopped well and seemed to be in deep thought, before she lifted up the key. She looked deep into his eyes.

"One thing before we go in Peter. You've got to be clear that this is an absolute one-off. I'm still not sure why I'm here -- it's strange, maybe the 'gypsy' thing really does have an effect. But I've got a relationship back home and I won't mess it up, whatever happens now and I want your word that you won't pester me afterwards or tell anyone else about it." She gripped his arms tightly to emphasise her words, "It's important!!"

The intensity of her words almost un-nerved him as he responded haltingly, "Of course I wouldn't tell anybody. I don't really understand what's been happening today either. It's weird .... but 'good' weird!" he added with a smile before continuing, "But I don't want to cause problems for you -- if you like we can just ..... just go back and have a coffee or something......."

She looked back in exasperation again before shaking her head, "Are you serious? Now that you've got me all worked up and you want to pull out?!"

He looked back aghast before spotting the twinkle in her eye, "Oh! You're teasing again."

She responded with a bright chuckle and pushed in the key. With a quick twist the door was opened and the 'Rubicon' was crossed!

Inside, Peter was surprised how big the room was. He'd always assumed that student halls would be something akin to a cell without the locks and bars, but this was much more spacious. A fitted wardrobe stretched down one wall with a full length mirror reflecting light from the small window opposite the door. Underneath the window sat a small metallic desk and chair, and the wall adjoining the door was adorned with posters of a variety of celebrities and football stars, many minus most of their clothing!

On the floor was a large pseudo sheepskin throw-down rug and, on the far side was the 'elephant in the room', a spacious looking single bed. The furnishings were generally soft and done in shades of pink. 

"Definitely female!" he thought.

As the door swung shut, they looked at each other, both of them trying to avoid staring at the bed. Suddenly it was awkward again. They were standing about three feet apart and Peter was desperate to take hold of her, but scared stiff of making the wrong move. She looked unsure and uncomfortable again. He knew that he needed to do something before the moment became difficult.

Given the heat of the early afternoon, they'd both been carrying their jackets and bags as they'd walked over to the halls, so he moved forward and offered to take them, placing them neatly onto the chair before adding his own to the pile.

When he turned round, he realised that she'd silently followed him and was looking up, intently studying his eyes before she suddenly appeared to make a decision.

"Kiss me again." she whispered huskily.

He needed no more encouragement, as he leaned forward to press his lips onto hers, savouring the sweet memory of the moment under the statue. As he placed his hands on her bare arms, she stiffened slightly, but as their lips began to work together more urgently she seemed to sigh as she pressed forward and moulded herself against his firm body.

In an instant their mouths were open, tongues writhing urgently together, their breathing becoming ragged. Her arms slipped under his, one hand running back and forth across his shoulders, the other wrapping itself around his head, rifling through his hair. Instinctively, his hands were roaming up and down her back, feeling the delicious curves beneath the black dress, gradually getting lower until they caressed her round hips and behind. The large bulge in his jeans was back instantly and she sighed again as she pressed herself tightly up against it, letting the contact initiate shivering little messages of pleasure from her pussy.

Without a word, she suddenly pulled back, her hands urgently plucking at his shirt buttons, dragging them apart until she could run them over his smooth, muscular chest. Quickly her lips were back on his, tongue twisting and turning, challenging him to respond. His hand quickly found the zip at the back of her dress, fumbling a little to unhook the catch before dragging the zipper down to her waist and letting his hands roam briefly across her magical, sensitive skin before realising that the black, glossy belt was stopping it going further. 

Quickly his hands, slipped between their intertwined bodies, searching for the buckle and dragging it open, letting it crash noisily to the floor before his hand was round her back again, dragging the zipper all the way to the small of her back. Her hips had started to grind against his hardness as his hands continued to explore her back, stopping briefly at her taut bra, then descending and coming across the unexpected delight of another lacy band around her waist that absolutely had to be a suspender belt! Wow, cool, he hadn't expected that!

From the depths of delight and lust that were swirling around his mind, something suddenly seemed out of place. He struggled to identify the sound but then was suddenly pulling his lips away from hers as he realised that a key was turning in the lock, and the door was sliding open!

"What?!" he gasped.

"Oh no!" she added in disappointment as comprehension shot across her face.

In a second, her friends, the two blonde twins, had stumbled giggling into the room. They were still wearing faded denim jeans and pastel coloured tops that did everything to accentuate the curves of their bosoms. 

"Oh look Katy," laughed one, "they couldn't wait for us!" 

The second had a hungry look on her face as she strode over as Peter and Laura unpeeled themselves from each other. She was smiling broadly as she looked him up and down, briefly letting her fingers run across his bare chest before turning to her sibling. 

"Mmmmm, this one will do nicely I think Kim," smiling at the flushed face of his 'Goth', "Laura seems to be developing some serious taste! Come on, let's get in the mood!"

With that the two woman began to unbuckle their belts, kick off their shoes and start to drag off their faded blue jeans.

Peter's mouth was still open, unable to believe the course of events, but instinctively admiring the women's figures as they removed their clothes. He glanced questioningly at Laura who was looking on in something approaching horror. She seemed to be frozen as she made a stumbling reply.

"I errr, sorry Peter. It's Kim's room you see and when I told them about you they, well........," she paused, looking for some understanding in his face, "...... well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, then she added angrily, " ....... and you were looking out for willing women weren't you!" This shot out like a bullet.

"But it was you I wanted," he gasped back, making her feel even worse. She turned her face away as the blush spread uncontrollably across her soft features.




A Thrilling Prophecy



"Now what?" he added a little lamely, as he glanced back, just in time to see the twins dragging their tops over their heads leaving them in matching white bra and panty sets, giggling and chuckling together.

Their eyes seemed alive with something exciting, but a little unfathomable as they watched each others' hands reach backwards to unhook their bras. Their eyes became hungrier as they slowly let the straps ease off their shoulders, crossing their arms under their bosoms to let the cups fall slowly away, gradually revealing two pairs of perfectly proportioned breasts tipped with exactly the same shade of light brown and small, button shaped pink nipples. They sighed in pleasure at the sight of their semi-naked bodies and Peter, who had been mesmerised by the sight of the strip-tease, sucked in his breath as they leaned forward to kiss each other passionately.

He turned to Laura again who was looking on, equally mesmerised, "They're sisters?!"

"Twins," she confirmed, slightly out of breath before adding un-necessarily, "but they're very ..... very ...... errr, liberated."

"Wow!"

"Come on you guys, get into the spirit!" called Kim as she stopped fondling her sister for a reluctant moment, "Oh come on Katy, let's get them sorted" 

With that they bounded across the room, pert breasts bouncing delightedly as they grabbed hold of Peter, pushed him onto the bed and piled on top of him. "Hey!" he called out in surprise, but his struggles were distinctly ineffectual as Katy and Kim quickly pulled off his shirt and dragged off his jeans, socks and trainers. They were all breathing deeply as Peter realised that the three women were now focussed solely on the pyramid shaped bulge in his boxer shorts.

"Mmmmm......" said Kim delightedly, " ..... time to let out the monster I think!"

Peter was just too late as he made a grab for the waistband of his shorts as Katy grabbed the material and dragged them down his legs, releasing his rampant cock, which immediately sprang up to attention to the obvious delight of all three women.

"Cool!"

" Impressive!"

"Oh.....my!"

Kim lent down to let the back of her hand run slowly along its underside, sending shivers down Peter's spine as his cock managed to grow even bigger.

"Mmmmm ..... that will do very nicely," purred Katy huskily, "verrrry nicely indeed!"

Laura was still stood to one side of the bed, her mouth open a little as she took in the sight. Katy looked up at her, "Come on Laura or you'll miss your chance."

With the spotlight back on her she blushed again, and almost reluctantly let the tight black dress slip down her shoulders before shrugging it over her hips and letting it drop in a heap at her feet. Peter's gaze was transfixed by the sight. Laura's slightly stocky frame seemed to curve more than the other girls and, although he had been expecting the black lacy suspender belt holding up her fishnet stockings the sight of the crimson panties pulled tightly across her pubic mound and the matching half-cup bra displaying the promise of a pair of beautiful breasts was absolutely breathtaking. He gasped in admiration, and Laura smiled back in silent thanks.

It was Kim who broke the spell, leaning over Peter's face and whispering huskily into his ear. "We'll just get ourselves ready for you. Don't go anywhere will you!" she chuckled as the two twins knelt in front of each other on the end of the bed. Within seconds they were kissing passionately again, their hands roaming expertly around each other's bodies, cupping their breasts, tweaking each other's nipples as their breathing got faster and faster.

Peter gaped at the erotic sight for a moment before turning to Laura, and pulling her onto the bed next to him.

"God, they're HOT!" he gasped, his eyes riveted as the two girls fondled each other, breasts rubbing together, their hips grinding into each other. "Jesus, is it legal?!" he added in awe.

Laura ran her hand across his chest and chuckled, "Oh I don't think there's any law against sisters pleasuring each other ..... and those two certainly know how to do that!"

Her gaze gradually switched onto Peter's tall, muscular frame as he lay sprawled out across the rest of the bed, lingering longingly on his erect penis, swaying high in response to the erotic sight in front of him.

She spoke slowly, quietly, almost to herself, "You know, I didn't intend to stay. The plan was just to get you here and let the twins loose on you ........ but now ......"

She leaned forward to let her hand run down from his chest, slowly over his taut stomach muscles until before delving briefly in his pubic hair and then wrapping them round the base of his mighty erection. He tensed, savouring the feeling of her warm, firm fingers wrapping around him. She was still mumbling to herself, "........I shouldn't be doing this ....... I ought to go ...... oooooohhhhh!"

As she'd leaned across him, her bra covered breasts had drifted into his vision and he'd automatically lifted a hand to cup the nearest one. It just nicely seemed to fit his hand, and as he squeezed gently, feeling the soft flesh harden in response he almost saw the shiver of anticipation run down her spine. Her grip on his cock had tightened a little, but otherwise she hadn't moved so he reached further across to caress the other one, searching out for her hard nipple under the thin material and being rewarded by an explosion of breath as his fingers found, and squeezed the miniature peak .

"Oh God, that does it!" she cried in delight, "I'm definitely staying now!"

To his initial disappointment, her hand released him but as his eyes switched onto Laura, she was grinning down at him, her hands fiddling at her back to release the bra, and sweeping the delicate crimson material away in a swift motion. 

The pair of naked breasts now staring down at him was stunning. Unlike the twins who's pert, high breasts were tipped with small light brown rings and matching button shaped nipples, Laura's were full, the tips surrounded by large, dark areolas and prominent, pinky brown nipples.

In the back of his mind a worrying thought had been developing, "Can I possibly satisfy all three of them?" The sight in front of him banished any such doubts to the dark recesses of his mind. 

It just seemed so natural for him to lift his head as she leaned forward again, letting the tip of her lift nipple run tantalisingly across his lips. As she swayed back, his lips parted and she gasped in delight as his lips sucked in her erect nipple. She gasped again as his tongue began to play around the hyper-sensitive little button, his lips sucking at the outer skin. Her hands came up to his head, pinning it in place as she wallowed in the electric sensations that he'd triggered.

After long, delicious moments she loosened her grip so that he would be able to transfer to her other nipple, now tingling expectantly at the thought of what was to come. This time she was disappointed!

As his lips released their hold, Peter opened his eyes, glanced longingly into Laura's and then opened wide as he saw the twins again. 

While he'd been distracted, they'd been getting more and more worked up, still kissing intently, but now they'd pulled apart slightly and Peter watched in awe as Kim's hand ran over Katy's stomach before slipping under the band of her panties and began exploring beneath, her fingers pushing at the panty material as they delved deeper and deeper between her legs. Katy pulled her lips away for long enough to give out a long sigh, and then a small moan as the expert fingers started to rub around her throbbing clit. She nestled her head into her sisters' neck as she hung on tightly as her body reacted, sending wild shivers through her as the erotic tension increased almost unbearably.

Laura too had been distracted by the sight, but now let her hand drop towards his erection again longing to feel the firm, muscular rod again. Again she was to be disappointed as Kim, seeing the hand's intention called out.

"Laura, no, not now! Katy's almost ready!"

To Peter's bewilderment, the hand stayed on his abdomen. Kim was giving a final urgent rub inside Katy's panties before she withdrew it, gripped the sides of the white material and dragged them down to her knees. Revealed to his lust-filed eyes was a small triangle of soft downy hair at the top of her long legs and a moist looking dark labia slit, hinting at the delicate, sensitive skin within.

With a shout of "Hang on!", Kim left Katy at the end of the bed, swaying slightly on her knees, her hands running slowly across her marvellous naked body. Peter didn't know where to look as he was mesmorised by the statuesque blonde at the end of the bed and her wandering hands, while Kim had jumped across the room, and was delving into one of the drawers in the desk. With a small cry of success, she pulled something out and came bounding back across to the bed, her pert breasts joggling delightedly. 

Peter was confused, not recognising what had appeared in her hand as she sat back on the edge of the bed, taking a small pink item from a black cloth bag.

"Wow", gasped Laura as she saw what was being unravelled.

Peter was still confused. It looked a little like a small, curved rubber hose with a loose strap attached to the base. The pink hose was heavily ribbed every centimetre or so, but it was only about three inches long and a centimetre or so in diameter. At first he'd thought of it as a dildo, but it clearly wasn't big enough. Or was it?

Kim was now busy with the strap, and sure enough, she quickly leaned over his waist, wrapping the pink band around the base of his erect shaft, pulling it quickly together so that the velcro fastening held it firmly in place. Suddenly he had developed another, smaller penis! Kim twisted it ever so slightly so that the ribbed addition ran up the front of his gently throbbing erection. She pulled it back slightly, away from his hot, sensitive skin to test how springy it was, seemed satisfied and then jumped up to guide Katy towards him. Her eyes were now open and looking down hungrily at Peter's erection as she made small animal like sounds of pleasure. She allowed her sister to guide her to a position astride his hips, still kneeling, her damp slit widened by her spread legs as it hovered above the tip of Peter's cock. She closed her eyes as she sank slowly down, letting her sister position Peter's erection so that the tip slowly nosed its way between the pink lips, both Peter and Katy giving out sighs of satisfaction at the electric contact.

She paused ever so slightly as his cock nosed it's way into her waiting opening, letting the warm sensations from the nerves at the dark entrance wash over her, and then began a remorseless slide down onto him, letting the penetration trigger more and more hot, blissful reactions. Kim too was busy in front of her, and Peter watched on in amazement has she pulled away the artificial cock so that it slipped over the top and between her labia lips, the curve making it nestle up and alongside the pink folds around her clit. As she sank lower, the rubber ribs began to stroke tantalisingly against that most sensitive organ, making Katy shiver with delight as each rib did its magical work!

By the time that she'd sunk down fully onto him, his wonderful, firm cock penetrating as deeply as she could get it, she was dragging in deep lungfuls of air as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Her eyes were clamped shut as she concentrated solely on the red-hot sensations between her legs.

After what seemed like long interminable minutes to Peter she finally began to move on him. Not the long rise and falling that he'd been hoping for, but just short, urgent motions that pushed her clit remorselessly up against the pink attachment to his cock which was now throbbing away nicely inside of her. 

At first Kim, who'd stood up, watched in evident satisfaction as her sister began to fuck herself on him, but then couldn't resist leaning down and capturing one of Katy's joggling nipples in her mouth, adding inexorably to the waves of pleasure that were bringing Katy quickly to the verge of a blissful precipice!

Laura was looking on in increasing frustration. Seeing the action between Peter and Katy up close was sending her imagination wild. She could almost 'feel' his rampant cock inside her own damp lair! She hadn't even intended to stay, and now it was driving her crazy!

"Jeeeeesus!" she exhaled as the tingling between her legs rose inexorably. She had to do something! 

She did.

Peter's gaze was fixed on the sight of Katy's pussy gyrating on his stiff cock. Suddenly the view was blocked as Laura leant over him, dangling her generous breasts in front of him again. With a hunger that he hadn't known before, his mouth clamped over the nearest orb and immediately set to work, his tongue licking and flicking at her rigid nipple before letting his teeth nibble lightly over it.

"Ohhhhhhhhh God," breathed Laura in delight.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh," screamed Katy suddenly as the coiled up sexual tension wracking her body finally spilled her over the edge into a long series of orgasmic convulsions.

Peter didn't know where to focus his attention! He'd felt the deep tremor of Katy's orgasm as her vagina clamped his cock, but Laura was now feeding her other nipple into his mouth! Strangely, he didn't yet feel like coming himself. The way that Katy had used the mini dildo to bring herself to a quick climax hadn't affected him as much as he'd expected. "Maybe I can do this after all," he thought in wonder.

That was before Kim intervened. Clearly she wanted some action as well!

As Katy had collapsed forward after the tremendous orgasm had run its course, Kim eased her off his still rampant cock, and rolled her over so that she was lying sideways on, her head resting next to Peter's chest. She was mumbling incoherently, and writhing slowly in post orgasmic bliss. 

Peter was still trying to deal with Laura's second breast, when he felt Kim's knees replacing Katy's at the side of his waist. He dragged his eyes sideways, just in time to see the lithe, blonde figure starting to ease herself down onto him. He was sweating at the thought of yet another vagina capturing his hot penis when he realised abstractly that there was a difference between the twins after all! Kim had clearly dragged off her panties by now, and the pussy that was descending onto him was smoothly shaved, her gaping labia lips swollen and glistening in anticipation of capturing him. His eyes were transfixed again as he watched her fingers guide his cock into her pink entrance, the damp wetness of her vagina seeming to suck him inside.

Laura had let out a little cry of annoyance as his lips had left her nipple, but then she too was spellbound at the sight of his stiff cock disappearing from sight. Kim was adept at manipulating the little rubber dildo into position against her own clit, wriggling her bottom slightly to get the most delicious effect. A delighted smile crossed her face as she absorbed the feeling of his cock throbbing away inside her. 

The smile changed to one of mischief as she let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"Right then Mr Big, let's give you a ride to remember shall we?!" as she rolled her hips round and round and then up and down, taking Peter's breath away. She chuckled at the effect on his face, but then her hands were lifting to her breasts, cupping them so that her small, but erect nipples stood out even further. She looked at Laura, watching the proceedings almost hypnotically.

"Come on Laura," she said insistently as she lifted a breast towards her, "do the honours!"

Laura shook herself from the trance-like state, paused as if uncertain for a second, and then climbed over his chest so that she could take the proffered breast in her mouth. Kim's head shot back in delight as Laura's tongue went to work, her reaction reflected in the increasingly frenetic motion of her hips as she absorbed the multiple sensation of her lips, his cock sliding up and down her vagina and the dildo's ribs working hard at her clit!

Katy's eyes were open now as she lay next to Peter, catching his eye and grinning as her hands began to drift across her body before settling down in the furry heaven between her legs.

Peter's attention was elsewhere though. As if it wasn't enough to have Kim gyrating wildly on his cock, driving any thoughts of holding back his own climax much longer, but Laura's rounded behind was swaying just in front of his eyes. The soft material of her red panties was stretched across her cheeks and ran tightly between her spread legs as she kneeled in front of Kim. The shiny material stretched into a little mound over her tingling labia, the damp material clearly showing the hidden slit that was now the focus of Peter's attention.

Tentatively, initially, he ran his hand up the inside of her left thigh, running over the rough material of the fishnet stockings before playing briefly across the smooth skin above. Her body had stiffened at the first touch and now shivered slightly as his fingers reached up to cup the damp red mound between her legs.

He heard a soft cry from in front of him, but couldn't tell if it was from Kim or Laura. Kim's hips were moving fast and hard, driving his now supersensitive cock remorselessly back and forth inside her. He was sweating, his face tightened into a grimace. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer, and began to rub harder at Laura's panty covered slit with his fingers. Her body stiffened even further in response and this time he was sure that the muffled cry was hers.

Kim had sensed that he was about to climax, and let her fingers drop urgently to her clit as she quickly brought herself to a shattering orgasm. Just in time! As Peter felt the convulsions rip through Kim's vagina, his own moment finally came. With a heartfelt grunt, he finally exploded deep inside her, his own sweet convulsions seemed to go on forever as he spent his seed deep into the warmness within as he gasped for air. Beside him, he was vaguely aware of Katy's long sigh of satisfaction as her expert fingers brought on a second delicious orgasm.

They were all breathing heavily as Kim and Laura collapsed onto the bed, making a complex jumble of arms and legs as they joined Peter and Katy's stretched out forms. Kim and Katy were still lost in their own worlds, coming down from their orgasmic peaks, Peter's mind was in a whirl as he struggled to comprehend those erotic moments and Laura was sat still, also breathing deeply. For her though it was the heavy breathing of unfulfilled lust! As she lay amidst all the naked flesh, she breathed out a long sigh of frustration.

It was just so unfair! After she'd set all this up, her pussy felt as though it was on fire and she was the only one who hadn't sampled Peter's resplendent cock!

8  Evening Approaches

There was quite a crowd at the bus stop. 

It was still hot, and Peter was sweating under his thin shirt. But maybe not just from the sun's heat!

He settled down to wait for the bus home on a low wall, dropping his bag between his feet and glancing around. It was the usual mix of office workers and students heading home after a hard days effort for the former and maybe slightly less so for the latter! At first he was surprised that he didn't recognise anyone, but then realised that he was much later than usual. It was after five, so most of his friends would be long gone by now.

Normally he'd have been away by four, but today had been different. So very, very different! He couldn't stop the wide grin spreading across his face as the images flashed across his mind, ignoring the quizzical glances of those around him.

Who would have thought it? One thing was for sure, he'd never, ever make fun of a gypsy prophecy again!