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Irresistible

By: 24F



Somehow we end up back at the hotel... frustrated by the current situation... both wanting to be fucked... knowing that we can't do that... 

You tell me how incredibly hard you are... and I whisper to you how wet my panties have become... 

I take my hand... and bring it up to your face... to your cheek.. holding your face for just a moment... the contact alone gets me hotter

I slide my hand down your chest feeling your breath quicken as your chest rises... my hand slides down to your belly... 

I whisper... I want to feel how hard you are... 

You groan as my hand slides lower... 

Through your pants... I can feel your hard cock... I take my hand and begin rubbing you... you slightly push me away.... 

I can't.... you say. I tell you I know.... I tell you that I know you are going to cum when I leave anyway... so, why not have some fun... you laugh You trust me... knowing that I am not going to let you fuck me tonight... 

Looking at your face, I can see you're struggling... I take your hand... and move it to my breast... with my hand over yours... I guide you as you begin rubbing it for me... you begin playing with my nipples a little... and my hand drops.... 

My hands move back to your pants... feeling how hard you are... "God... you are sooo needing to cum, aren't you?" I say... 

You look at me and say nothing... your hands sliding down to my waistband... unzipping my pants... this time... my breathing is the one to quicken.

Looking straight into my eyes... you lower my zipper... now laying side by side... I watch as you begin to dip your hands down in them... slowly running across my belly on the way... 

I undo your belt... and slide your zipper down... 

You fight with yourself a little bit... not wanting to take it to the next level... afraid that you may not be able to stop if you begin to finger my pussy.... 

I roll onto my back... and tell you... I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do... 

"I am dying" I tell you... I sooo need it.... my hand slides down into my pants.... "WOW" I say as I find my panties completely wet.... 

You moan... in disbelief... as you watch... I see your hand slip down to your cock... still inside your pants... 

As I look at you.... I take my hands out of my pants... bringing out my wet fingers... "I know you want to taste me" I tell you... and I place my fingers in my mouth... "Mmmmmm..." I say.. sucking on my fingers licking all of my juices from them... "I know you want to taste me... "

I look over and see you've pulled your cock out... dripping with precum... you're playing.... stroking lightly... and watching intently... 

I reach over and begin to stroke for you... "Let me make you cum..." I tell you... let me do this for you.... I slide down to your cock... looking at it... rubbing it... my mouth watering.... 

I unbutton my blouse... just so that you can see my cleavage... so... I can run your cock between it... 

"Hmm... how nicely would it fit here.." I tell you... and move closer so that it's resting on my breasts... I squeeze it in between them for just a second... precum dripping onto my flesh

I know you'd be loving it... 

I can't stand not tasting you.... so, I take you into my mouth... licking and suckling you... you taste..SOOOOOOOO good... my mouth is watering... I know that you didn't want it to go there... so, I stop... I reach down into my panties... and get my hand nice and wet... 

"I had to taste you...I'm sorry"... I just want to make you cum... so, I begin stroking you with my wet hand... stroking your shaft hard and fast... your reaction is incredible... and I can tell you are about to spew everywhere... cum for me, I tell you.... 

You start to cum... spurting out in amazing amounts... all over me... splashing my face... my neck... my exposed breasts... hmmm

You needed it... I made it happen... but wait, I still haven't cum... hmmm

I roll back onto my back... you are spent... I unbutton my top the rest of the way... and unhook my bra... as I slide my hand back down in my pants... I rub my breasts with my other hand... 

You lean over.. licking one nipple.. then the next... they perk up immediately... 

You can hear my hand sloshing in my panties... ridiculously... I slide my pants down... and slip out of my panties... my legs spread wide open... so, you can watch me... you move to the end of the bed... and intensely watch me cum for you...

Irresistible



Cyndi walked by him on her way back to the bedroom after having retrieved a cold bottle of water from the fridge. She hadn't expected to see A.J. here at this time of day. Smiling, she snuck up behind him as he stood in the living room, watching something that was on the television and bumped his hip with her own still wrapped in a towel from her shower.

A.J. spun quickly, the grin reaching his dark eyes as he licked his lips seeing her dressed in nothing but her suntan and a towel that left not much to the imagination. "Hey sexy," he said, reaching out to gently swat her ass as she started to walk away. 

Cyndi wiggled her ass some at the pat, glancing back over her shoulder to smile at him. "Hey baby," she cooed, dark blue eyes twinkling some as if tempting him to follow her.

A.J. moved behind her, grabbing her hips to feel her wiggle against him as his lips gently pressed to her neck. "Mmmm," he said, breathing in her scent. "You smell so good. How was your day today?"

She purred softly, a smile appearing as her hands moved down her towel to cover his on her hips. She shivered a bit to feel him kiss her neck, her head tilting a bit to the side to give him more access to it. "Great," she said, closing her eyes as she enjoyed his touch. "Just walked in from the pool."

A.J. swayed his hips in time with hers as he kissed her neck again and then again repeatedly, slowing down to kiss in one spot as his tongue folded out against her flesh. He sucked gently on her skin as she relaxed back against him.

"Mmmmm," Cyndi softly moaned, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as their hips swayed gently together. She could feel his lips and tongue on her bared shoulders and neck. "I've missed you," she whispered.

A.J. left a small hicky, grinding into her perfect ass that seemed to make any type of clothing looks sexy and then licked up from her neck to her earlobe to nibble gently. "Mmmm, I've missed you too," he whispered, breathing heavily intentionally so that she could hear it blow against her ear.

Cyndi moaned low, the sound rumbling in her belly as a shiver snaked down her spine. A.J.'s tongue and lips on her ear were driving her nuts as she leaned back against him. Guiding his hand down over her hip and up some beneath the edge of the towel, her fingers intertwined with his before they grazed over her smooth, freshly shaven mound. "God, you drive me nuts," she admitted on a soft whisper.

"Mmmm," A.J. murmured, feeling her press his hand into her shaven but wet flesh, his fingers opening her pussy lips to slide them up and down. He could feel his bulge get thicker and harder as his fingers tickled her clit and his lips sucked on her earlobe.

Cyndi groaned helplessly, her head falling back against his strong shoulder. She could feel his fingers part her moist nether lips and she shivered delectably as they flicked over her hardening clit. One hand slid back behind and between them to feel the thick, hard bulge in his pants. "Mmmmm baby," she purred.

A.J. couldn't help but get a little aggressive as he shoved a finger inside of her, pushing it deep as he pushed his bulge against her ass as he felt her soft hand squeeze at it. "Oh god," he mumbled, starting to leave several hickies on her neck so that everyone could see what she had been up to, "You're so fucking hot."

Cyndi groaned, loving it when he got aggressive. She wasn't sure whether to thrust her hips forward onto his fingers more or to push her ass back against his hard bulge. Her fingers slid down his muscled thigh as her own parted more. She could feel the towel wrapped around her lithe form begin to loosen as they rubbed up against each other. "Oh baby," she moaned through a soft murmur, "Mmmmm... so hot for you."

A.J. reached down between them quickly to undo his shorts. Letting them fall, he stepped out to stand in his light blue boxers and tight undershirt before he added a second finger inside of her cunt, twirling them around deep inside of her like he could stir her into a frenzy just with the movement of his digits. "Mmmmm, you're so fucking wet baby," he moaned.

Cyndi gasped for breath as he added another finger and pushed back against his boxers. She could feel the outline of his hard cock as it ground against her. The towel finally slipped completely and fell to the ground, leaving her naked body open to his will. Her hand pushed into his boxers as he fingered her wet cunt. "Oooooo... so hard, baby... just like I like it," she whispered with a sultry smile.

"Mmmmm... tell me what you want, sweetie," he said, thrusting his rod into her hand so that she could feel the sticky precum oozing out from his swollen cock head. "Tell me how you want it," he said as he started jabbing his fingers in and out of her cunt. His thumb rubbed against her clit as he looked down over her shoulder to see her nipples turning rock hard on her heaving chest.

Cyndi gasped, his driving fingers making her mind whirl as her fingers wrapped around his cock. She stroked it, getting it ready for her body as she groaned, "I don't care... just take me, A.J! God, I want you so badly!"

"Mmmmmm, yeah Cyn... I'm gonna fuck you so hard again," he groaned as he pushed her against the bed so that her ass was in the air. He slapped each perfectly rounded cheek playfully as he smiled down to see how heavy she was breathing now. Pushing his boxers aside, he exposed his rock hard cock before lifting his shirt up and off his well-formed chest.

Cyndi gasped, hearing his words as he suddenly pushed her down against the bed. Her lithe form draped over the side, wet blonde hair spilling out like a halo around her slender shoulders. Her ass was thrust up into the air and legs spread as she cried out in surprise, feeling his stinging hand make contact with her ass. Moaning uncontrollably, her fingers curled into the bed coverlet as she began to beg, "Yesssss... please... fuck me, baby."

A.J. reached down to grab his cock as he guided it to her wet cunt. He let her feel his cock head rub up against her clit before he slid it inside. Then, grabbing her hips forcefully, he thrust himself deep inside, pulling her hips against his as he hit her cervix with one powerful thrust.

Cyndi moaned, wiggling against his cock head as it rubbed her throbbing clit and then yelped in surprise as he suddenly slammed deep inside of her. She could feel his strong fingers dig into her hips as her head lifted, her lips formed into a small 'o' as she groaned deep.

A.J. pulled back and then shoved himself back in, not going fast but instead, using power as he slowly pulled his cock back almost to the point of where it falls out before slamming it inside again. He seemed to hit her cervix almost every time as the bed creaked with his hard thrust. "Mmmm, yeah baby... you like getting power fucked," he groaned.

Cyndi cried out helplessly, long lashes fluttering closed over her bright blue eyes as the powerful sensations rippled through her body. She knew A.J. could feel her tremble beneath his hands as her cunt walls clamped down on his cock with each thrust as if unwilling to let go. Helpless whimpers escaped her lips with each one of his slams forward. "Yesssss," is all she could manage to moan in response.

A.J. slid his hands up her back to grab onto her goddess like hair, tugging on it as he started to go faster but he kept the same power with each thrust. Only the time between his thrust inside of her got shorter; POUND... POUND... POUND... POUND... POUND.. POUND POUND POUND!

Cyndi cried out deeply as his hand suddenly wrapped in her long hair, yanking back. Her whole body shuddered in response, knowing he knew that that simple act alone drove her past the edge as her first orgasm ripped through her. She spasmmed hard over his hard cock as it thrust powerfully into her. She felt completely dominated by him as she screamed in delight, "Ohhhhh godddddd!"

A.J. showed no mercy to her pussy as he rammed his rod in and out, over and over as he felt her orgasm splash on his cock, lubricating it even more to slide faster in and out of her. His one hand yanked her hair as the other began to slap her ass like he was riding a horse.

Crying out with each slap to her perfectly shaped ass, Cyndi's whole body shuddered beneath the onslaught of his perfectly muscled body on hers. Silver tears sprung to her eyes from the intensity of it as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, loving every minute as her nails dug deep into the bed, moaning uncontrollably.

A.J. quickly turned her on her back as he kept standing at the edge of the bed, his cock still embedded inside as he pushed her legs out practically in the splits. He watched his cock beat up her cunt, her pussy lips bright red from the friction and her clit fully erect and pink as her tits shook with each of his powerful thrusts.

Cyndi cried out as he flipped her quickly, blue eyes wide with surprise and lust. He back arched with each powerful thrust as he pushed her legs wide, somewhat surprised to see just how limber she still was as he continued to pound up into her cunt. Her whole body spasmmed from another orgasm that ripped through her. "Ooooooo... yessssss... A.J.!!" she screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as his cock throbbed inside of her. His goal was to keep her orgasm going until he could cum as he pounded in and out of her cunt, leaving her legs spread wide so that he could reach down to rub her hard clit. He could see her juices start to squirt out with each thrust.

Cyndi cried out, her back arching hard as her orgasm only seemed to grow more powerful with each of his thrusts. Her head thrashed some on the bed as his body continued to drive forward, impaling her over and over again. Jerking hard beneath him as his fingers touched her clit, a scream ripped from her throat as her cunt walls clenched around him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Yesssss!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!" A.J. moaned out as he thrust deep inside of her, holding it as he exploded. His body jerked forward as more and more cum blast inside of her, painting the walls of her collapsing cunt.

Screaming helplessly, Cyndi's voice faded to whimpers of passion as he rocked forward. She could feel his ass muscles clench as his cock exploded, spewing thick ropes of pearly cum into her quivering cunt to mix with her own juices that seeped out between their bodies. "Baby... ohhhh baby," she moaned in a soft, whimpering voice.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," A.J. whimpered as well, thrusting slowly now as he shoved his cum inside of her. "Ohhh fuck baby," he said, his head falling forward a bit as he wiped some sweat from his eyes.

Cyndi gasped harshly for breath, having gotten yet again, the best fuck of her life. Whimpering helplessly, she managed to whisper, glancing up to him with a soft grin, "I... I didn't think it could... get... any better."

A.J. leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips before he fell onto the bed next to her, trying to catch his breath. "You're just too damn irresistible," he said with a grin. 



Irresistible



I. Introduction

My voice echoed down the entry hall of the sparsely furnished house. "Hello?" The car in the driveway and the unlocked front door told me that Carl must be home. I called out again as I walked into his house and closed the door behind me. It was a bright sunny Saturday. "What a waste," I mumbled to myself, knowing he was probably hard at work on some project in his basement. Carl works as a lead research scientist at a large pharmaceutical company in the city. We were college roommates and have remained buddies over the last ten years since graduating. Even in college, it became my job to get him out of his studies to enjoy life more. He built a small lab in his basement that allowed him to bring his work home. Some patterns are hard to break.

"Carl?" I called out again, knowing he would be downstairs in his lab.

"Down here."

"Hey, there is a pick-up game at the club," I reminded as I made my way down the basement stairs.

"I can't," he said faking disappointment. "We are under the gun to meet this deadline. We have to submit it to the FDA Monday morning if we have any hope of rolling a product out by next February. Timing is everything with these things."

"What are you working on?" I asked knowing it was always top secret. Pharmaceutical research is one of the most competitive industries and under the constant threat of corporate espionage. 

"You know I can't talk about it," he answered routinely. "If I did, I would have to kill you."

"Cancer research?" I pushed back out of curiosity. "AIDS?"

"Sorry Phil. Can't go there." 

I knew I could wear him down by continuing to prod. He loved his work. The hardest part about it for him was not being able to talk about it. "Why next February?" I asked.

"Valenti..." he started to answer unthinking and caught himself before finishing the word.

"Valentines?" I said finishing the obvious word. "Something for Valentine's Day?"

"Phil, I can't talk about it." His voice exposed excitement he felt for what he was working on. "I could lose my job." 

"Carl, it's you and me here in your basement. You know I won't say anything."

"I know," he said, still unable to hide his personal excitement.

"Hey, I shared with you the big 'knock her socks off' marketing campaign I put together before it went public and hit gold, right?"

"Yes," he answered sheepishly.

"Come on then," I pushed. "I can tell you are excited about this. We are best buddies. You can trust me. I won't say a word, but let me share your excitement."

"You have to promise..." he said beginning to give in.

"Have I ever let you down? I give you my word."

Carl exploded with the excitement of a eight-year-old telling his friends about his first trip to Disneyland. "Phil, this is unlike any project I have ever worked on. It is going to revolutionize sex for women."

"What?" I asked.

"ED drugs have changed the sexual world for men, right? Men have the drive, but sometimes the equipment doesn't work."

"OK, that's true. And, if your erection should last for more than four hours ... find more women."

"Funny. Women are different and are missing out. Unlike the men, many have the equipment that work but struggle with having an orgasm. They want orgasms, they ache for them, but get frustrated and give up."

"That's what you are working on?"

"Yep," he said with continued excitement. "I've discovered the answer that will make women satisfied and insatiable. Those who have struggled will unleash orgasms to their heart's content. Even better, it will take the orgasmic experience of those who have not had problems to a whole new level."

"It's an aphrodisiac."

"On steroids," Carl continued. "but better."

"How does it work?" I asked out of curiosity.

"It is dual functioning," he answered excitedly. "Without getting technical, the first component works with the brain to put the mind in a hyper-orgasmic state. The second component works simultaneously to activate a physiological response in the body. Their nipples get hard, their vagina gets soaked, and their body is taken to the edge of orgasmic ecstasy."

"That's amazing. Women around the world will want to thank you!"

Carl smiled. "It's about time. Researchers have been underappreciated and under-compensated for too long."

"So, a rollout date of February will take Valentines Days to a new level for women."

"It won't be bad for men either," Carl added. "We are still working to get the dosages of the two components right." He pointed to a line of large bags filled with power. "The ones over here were too light on either one or both of the components. The ones over here on the right were too high. The combination in the last bag was so potent that the slightest trigger, like a suggestive whisper yielded immediate orgasmic responses in 91% of our trials. The other 9% weren't far behind. Their single-focused insatiable response continued for several hours, making the dosage over-the-top."

"That must have been fun," I said. "Who said research was tedious or boring?

"Like I said, it is unlike any work I have ever done. We even have women employees volunteering to participate in our research. It does have its rewarding side."

"What happens to all these bags?" I asked out of curiosity. 

"I have taken samples to show our progress. I have to discard those for security purposes."

"That makes sense," I said. "Want a hand?"

"Sure," Carl said. "I have the toxic material dumpster upstairs."

"Why don't you finish what you are doing here while I dump these so we can get to that pick-up game."

"You don't mind?"

"Anything to help get my friend out of this basement and outside."

"Thanks man."

I took ten trips to the dumpster while Carl finished his work. I put two bags in the dumpster with each trip but the last. One went in the dumpster and the bag from the far right of the line found its way in my trunk for further research. 

II. Personal Research

After the game I invited Carl to join me for dinner at the local pub. "It's ladies night." 

"I don't know," Carl said. "I never have much luck. I should probably stay home and get more of this work done."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "You have to eat. Let's grab a burger at 8:00. After dinner, if nothing is happening, you can go home and work. My treat."

I showed up at the pub by 7:45. The dance floor and bar were already alive and full. Discounted food and beer for ladies on Saturday nights always packed the place out. I pushed my way to the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited, I noticed two gorgeous women across the bar laughing and in animated conversation with each other. They both looked to be in their late twenties. The first was around 5'8" with long brunette hair, green eyes, and full breasts accentuated by a tight maroon short dress. The second was a beautiful petite 5'3" blond with short hair and ocean blue eyes. She wore a white sleeveless button shirt and short jeans skirt that showed off her tight ass. When the bartender brought my beer I asked him what they were drinking.

"Margaritas," he answered, "but don't waste your time. Guys have been hittin' on them since they walked in here. They keep turning the men away by saying they are lesbians on their honeymoon. I don't believe it, but its workin'."

"Give me two of what they are drinking, please."

"OK," the bartender said "but you can't say I didn't warn you."

"Thanks man." 

The bartender came back with two frozen margaritas. "Want me to deliver 'em for you?"

"No thanks," I said. "I'll be glad to do that. Put it on my tab."

I emptied the last of my beer, picked up the two margaritas and began to make my way across the room. I stopped only briefly to mix in a little of Carl's powder in each. 

"Looks like you two are ready for a refill," I said with a smile. "The bartender said you are drinking their margarita specials." I placed one in front of each of the ladies.

"We're lesbians," the brunette said almost as a Pavlovian response. 

"We are on our honeymoon," the blond added, struggling to contain her laughter at their evening's ploy to be left alone.

"Congratulations!" I said. "You both scored. I'm sure you'll make each other very happy. You probably hear it all the time, but you are both beautiful."

"Thank you," they said awkwardly. The brunette added, "but we aren't interested."

"Of course not," I said, silently agreeing with the bartender that they were not very good actresses. "This is your honeymoon," I added with a wink. "Listen, as a guy on ladies night I paid full price for these margaritas. I would hate to have them go to waste, and would love to have you enjoy them as a wedding gift."

"That's very nice," they said feeling more awkward.

"I will be sitting right over there at that table with my buddy. If there is anything I can do for you this evening -- anything -- please feel free to let me know. You are welcome to join us."

"Thank you," they said ready to be left alone again.

I took my seat at a dark booth near the back just as Carl walked in the door. 

"Hey Phil," he said. "Thanks again for the invitation."

"No problem."

"Awesome pick-up game today. It was good to get out and play."

I glanced over to the two visions at the bar while Carl and I ordered our burgers and talked. The ladies continued their animated conversation while slowly emptying their margarita glasses. The lower the drinks got, the more they found themselves stirring on their barstools. Their hands began moving involuntarily across their own bodies and legs. 

"I met those two ladies at the bar before you came in," I said to Carl.

"They are gorgeous," Carl said.

"I invited them to join us if they wanted," I added. "Although they didn't seem very interested at the moment."

"That blond could help me get my mind off of work," he said.

"Maybe she could help you mix work and pleasure," I said smiling.

"You know I can't do that," he answered with a serious work tone, but quickly added "I look forward to the day when she could."

A sultry voice interrupted Carl's dream. "Excuse us gentlemen; can we take you up on your offer to join you?" Carl glanced over at the two gorgeous women from the bar standing next to our table and shot back a look of surprise at me. 

"Why of course," I answered calmly. Both women were smiling. Their bodies looked more flushed than when I met them at the bar. The fabric of the dress and blouse showed off each woman's erect nipples. "Please join us. We were just talking about you." I looked across the table. "Carl, why don't we get up and allow the women to slide into the booth. I stood up and shook the brunette's hand. "My name is Phil."

"Vanessa," she answered.

"Please," I said, "have a seat." Vanessa seductively slid into my side of the booth, allowing the fabric of her dress to slide, exposing more of her leg. 

Carl jumped up and repeated the interchange. "Carl," he said, taking the petite blond woman's hand.

"Cheri," she said. They took their places in the seat across from us.

Vanessa eagerly started the conversation. "We thought we might have been rude earlier when you bought us the drink. We thought we could at least introduce ourselves and find a way to thank you."

"That's very nice of you. But it really was my pleasure to help you celebrate your special day."

"That's the thing," Cheri said. "That was just a line we use to keep lecherous guys away."

"Really?" I asked trying my best to act surprised. 

"We feel badly about that, especially because..."

"Because?" Carl asked.

"Well, to be honest," Vanessa said, "we are both feel so hot right now we are going to burst."

"Hot?" I asked. "It is warm in here. Would it be helpful to step outside in the cool air?"

"No Phil. I am hot as in I want to fuck your brains out. I feel so horny I am going to explode. I feel like I would take every man in this place if I could. I'm not usually like this. The one thing I know is that this night will not end until someone," then pausing to look over at Carl "or someones will fuck my brains out. I have never wanted it like I want it now."

Carl glanced in shock over at me. He had only seen this kind of response in women one time before.

"As much as she wants it," Cheri chimed in, "there is no way she wants it as much and in as many ways as I do." She reached over under the table and placed her hand on Carl's thigh. "I sound like a whore, but I'm not. What I am is a red-blooded woman that needs men to rock my world tonight."

Carl's jaw dropped. I found myself equally amazed and grateful for his research.

"Wow. Listen ladies, your offers are hard to pass up, but we hardly know you. Our only experience so far is that you lied to me."

"I am so sorry," Vanessa quickly interrupted. "You're right. We really feel badly about that. How can we make it up to you?"

"Anything," Cheri added as a promise.

The waitress came around the corner to offer refills.

"I think we are good right now," I answered. "You can do us a favor though."

"Sure, honey. What can I do?"

"Can you make sure we have some privacy back here for a while?"

"I'll do my best honey, but can't guarantee anything."

"Great," I said. "Thanks."

The waitress vanished as quickly as she appeared.

The effects of the spiced margarita continued to intensify in Vanessa and Cheri. 

"Please gentlemen, take us back to your places. We can't take it any more."

"Let's go then," Carl said, not wanting to miss this opportunity to strike while the Cheri was hot.

"In just a moment," I offered. 

"Oh god, what?" Vanessa said almost begging.

"You sound like you are ready now," I said. 

"I am so ready," Cheri answered desperately looking at Carl. "I am just about to reach over there and take you for everything you are worth."

"Yes you are," I answered. "you both are."

"Oh god," they said in unison. "Here?"

"You said anything. I ..."

Cheri began unbuttoning her shirt before I finished my sentence. She found herself glad she wasn't wearing a bra. Before Carl fully realized what was happening, Cheri's face was in his lap, his dick standing alert through his zipper and Cheri's skilled mouth ravaging every inch. 

Vanessa didn't hesitate to follow suit. She pulled her dress up over her head revealing a matching maroon lacy bra and thong. She rotated her body to straddle my lap and unclasped the front hook to her full bra. Her firm round tits massaged my face as she reached down to release my dick from my pants. The tiny material of her thong was soaked. She moved it aside to clear the way for my dick to penetrate deep within her. Aaagh! The booth began to rock as she relentlessly pumped my shaft into the depths of her love box. Our voices moaned as a duet.

Cheri straddled Carl and allowed his moist dick to function as cupid's arrow into the heart of her pussy. Both women began to shake as their first orgasms flooded over their bodies simultaneously. Carl sucked on Cheri's erect nipple, massaging them with the strength of his lips. The two women continued to moan loudly, no longer with a care of anyone else in the pub. Wave after wave of orgasm sent chills through their bodies.

The response of their bodies brought unbridled release from Carl into Cheri and then from me into Vanessa. "All of it," Cheri insisted. "I want all of it now. This is just the beginning," she insisted. 

Vanessa continued to ride me incessantly, allowing her tits to bang against my face. "Eat them," she demanded. "Make me feel them in the morning." I devoured her tits, one after the other in my mouth. "More!" she insisted. Her nipples begged for attention. I sucked and chewed on her nipples as she begged. "Oh god," she said, "you're making me come again. Don't stop. Harder! Harder!" She pressed her tits harder into my face. "Eat them. Agghhh! Yes! Yes!" Vanessa collapsed on top of me.

"God, that's a good start," Cheri whispered to Carl. "Take me to your place. I am your every fantasy tonight."

Those were the last words Vanessa and I heard before Carl and Cheri disappeared in his car down the road.

It was only the beginning of the rest of the weekend for Vanessa and me.

III. Professional Research

Monday morning arrived with new possibilities for me at the office. There is a stereotype of women who go into the field of marketing. It is not fair to apply the broad brush of the stereotype to all women in marketing. At the same time, there is a reason for the stereotype.

Many of the women in the marketing firm I work for are beautiful, sophisticated and arrogant. They dress to snag the sales of their clients and the balls of the suits in the top executive offices. Like snotty high school cheerleaders ignoring anyone not in a football uniform, they snub their asses at their fellow male colleagues in marketing. That is especially true of the five women in my office. They work together and stop at nothing to get what they want. They dress in stylish low cut business suits, allowing every curve to work for their advantage. They are ruthless in their professional and personal pursuits. Rumors of their shared after-hours activities are infamous. I am invisible to them, unless there is a way they see I can try to use me for their personal gains. Despite their tactics, their presence in the office provides amazing candy for the eye and inspiration for fantasy.

Every year, a division memo announces the birthdays of the region's employees. Most go by unnoticed. The five marketing divas celebrate each other. Rumors of their racy birthday gifts to one another are as infamous as their after-hours activities. Stephanie's birthday was listed for the following Friday.

"Colleen," I called out as she walked passed my office.

"Yes," she said, surprising me that she would take the time to put her head in my office.

"Listen, I saw that Stephanie's birthday is Friday. I know you five like to surprise each other. I am going to be out of the office for much of the afternoon. If you want, I would be glad to have a cake and some Friday afternoon beverages in here for all of you to surprise her with. I will close my curtains. She will never expect anything in here. It would also be away from the main traffic of the office."

"That could work," she answered, "but why would you want to do that for us."

"No reason," I said. "Just glad to do it for colleagues, like I am sure you would do." We both knew they wouldn't lift a finger for anyone else. She liked the idea I might be deceived to think they would. "I'll take care of everything," I said. Feel free to come in any time after 2:00. Help yourself to all of the beverages in the cabinet. Don't be shy. I will be out meeting with clients."

"Sounds great," she said. News traveled to the other three divas quickly and plans were underway for how they would get Stephanie to my office for the Friday surprise.

I stocked my liquor cabinet with several bottles of wine and mixed drinks. I arranged for a friend to bake a beautiful small dark chocolate cake heavily seasoned with Carl's spice. Based on its affect with Vanessa and Cheri, I looked forward to crashing this party. 

Friday afternoons are pretty quiet in our office. It is not uncommon for employees to claim to have appointments with clients to start their weekend early or on the golf course. Around 1:00 I closed the curtains to my office and opened the liquor cabinet for easy access. I placed some party plates, forks and the wonder cake with one ceremonial candle on my desk. A few helium balloons were added as décor. The stage was set. All I needed to do was leave to allow Carl's magic to work.

I returned to the office around 3:30. Our receptionist Jenny is required to stay until 5:00 to give the appearance that the office is open. The usual Friday exodus had taken place and the office was vacated. I asked Jenny to hold all calls so I am not disturbed.




Irresistible



I heard the raucous celebration behind the closed curtains of my office. There was drunk laughter and cheering. The party of five was in full swing. It was about to become a party of six. 

The noise and cheers went silent when I opened the door, then broke out in an explosion of laughter. I closed the door behind me. 

Stephanie was stretched out across my desk completely naked. Her hands were tied above her head. Candace was on her knees on top of the desk between Stephanie's legs. She was wearing only a red thong and matching heels. Her face was buried and going to work in Stephanie's bush. Stephanie's hips bucked as her next impending orgasm was about to explode to soak Candace's face. After she ate her slice of cake and washed it down with a couple martinis, she told her four friends the only gift she wanted for her birthday was to see how many times they could make her come. Having enjoyed the cake themselves, they gladly complied.

Jocelyn was on her knees on the desk, straddling Stephanie's face. Her business suit jacket, blue bra and thong were on the floor by the door. She held her skirt up as she lowered her love box to Stephanie's mouth, demanding attention. 

Colleen and Porsche stood caressing each other as they were hungrily waiting and cheering for their turn. Porsche's ebony fingers busily worked Colleen's clit beneath the pink thin fabric of her thong. Colleen sucked and nibbled Porsche's thick erect coal nipples. 

Stephanie began to scream as waves of her next orgasm rolled through her body. Jocelyn quickly lowered her mound over Stephanie's mouth to muffle her screams. "Eat me bitch," she demanded. "Eat me like you want her to keep eating you." Stephanie's screams were muted by Jocelyn's dripping cunt begging for attention in her mouth. Stephanie's body convulsed from Candace's relentless thirst for more. 

Colleen's knees began to weaken from the skill of Porsche's fingers in her love box. Porsche could feel she was close. She teased Colleen by pausing her finger's action on her clit. "Oh god, don't stop Porsche. Don't stop!"

"You call that sucking my tits girl?" she playfully chided. "I'll finish and take you to the moon the moment my tits start feeling the lovin' they'll remember." Colleen pushed her face into Porsche's tits, allowing her mouth to take in as much as she could contain. She sucked all the tit she had in her mouth with everything she had. She pulled her mouth off Porsche's tit and unleashed the wrath of her teeth on the thick, dark erect nipple begging for attention. "Oh god!" Porsche cried out. "Harder! You are going to make me come." Porsche's fingers immediately went back to work bringing Colleen to the height of her next orgasm. The harder the wave of orgasm, the harder Colleen punished Porsche's tits. 

"Well, look what just walked in," Candace said still licking her lips from Stephanie's juices. We got ourselves an endless buffet of cream filled birthday cake."

"Me first," Stephanie said. "It's my birthday."

IV. Epilogue

The FDA hasn't approved Carl's work for distribution by the pharmaceutical company he works for. It has been delayed pending further research their scientists want to do before it can be made available to the general public.

Carl and Cheri have stayed together to continue to fuck each other's brains out. Cheri says no one has ever made her feel the way -- more constantly horny -than Carl does. 

My personal and professional lives have never been better. Vanessa becomes insatiable when we are together. I never leave a bar, a corporate cocktail party, a coffee shop alone, unless I want to. The five divas keep asking me to host their birthday parties. They are discovering more reasons to celebrate.



Irresistible



Witch-Hunt

It was one of these projects that take over your life and develop their own dynamics. After deciding to postpone writing my own dissertation and making some money to live on instead, I had done research work for one of my professors. It was about the witch trials in the seventeenth century in my home town, which I had completed together with two fellow students half a year earlier. He was still busy writing his book, while I was busy spending the money I had earned with that. However, what I had found when sifting through the old documents and books was intriguing enough to keep me going long after my original task was fulfilled.

I wanted to know who these women really were, what was behind all this mystery. First I was convinced that all this witchcraft stuff was just the fantasy of superstitious and malicious contemporaries, who had used and abused their position in society to rid themselves of unwanted strong and independent women, who simply did not conform to their simplistic view of "normal" rather than of good and evil. Quite a few of those women seemed to be just knowledgeable in healing and medicinal herbs and although publicly ostracized, were frequented by most of the townspeople and villagers when the rudimentary medicinal knowledge of accepted doctors or clerics was either insufficient or unaffordable.

That was the line of reasoning my professor had assumed, and first I viewed all available information through that filter. But then some of the reports in the documents sounded so strange and unusual that I felt compelled to direct my research into different avenues. First I didn't find any dedicated books about witchcraft in the libraries, but I wouldn't have known any titles or what to look for anyway.

Researching on the internet was a bit more prolific result-wise. Apparently, there were people who still believed that witchcraft was not an invention of ignoramuses; furthermore there were people proclaiming themselves to be witches. I was supposing that most of them were just freakish kids that were having fun in a rather morbid way, but then came across a rather startling discovery in one of their internet forums -- there was a woman giving rather specific advice who was living in my hometown, claiming to be part of a coven. A good coven that is, whatever that was supposed to mean, no dark magic. I signed up in that forum and tentatively started involving her in discussions, where she patiently answered a lot of my questions, until I finally approached her via personal message and asked her for a meeting in person. To my surprise, she agreed.

It had been a rainy afternoon, and we had spent a couple of hours in the car parking on a forest lane leading up to a place she wanted to show me. Because of the rain, we rather sat around in the car talking. Sarah was a woman in her forties, with a radiant smile and razor-sharp wit, tripping me up at every opportunity.

Although she did answer a lot of my questions readily, she always left crucial points unanswered. Yes, she did have more than a passing knowledge of local herbs and their potency. Yes, magic is real. Yes, she and her coven performed rituals together, some at sacred places such as the one she wanted to show me. But I remained sceptical, couldn't shed the lingering feeling that she was screwing with me.

"So, what do you do when you perform your rituals here?"

"I can't tell you that. All I can tell you is that we do."

I bit my lip. I knew from the historic records that in fact this had been one of the places where witches had been apprehended in the past.

"So it's a secret, or what?"

"Yes and no. I can't tell you what we do, but I can tell you why we are doing it here. Does that help?"

"Sure, I am all ears."

"Some places are special. There are energy lines crossing, some forming a nexus. The more lines are crossing, the more powerful the nexus is. In this forest stands the witch tree, where my coven and generations of witches before them have performed rituals that tapped into those energies, harnessing and using them to perform magical feats that would not be possible elsewhere."

"Ok, I read about that -- ley-lines and all that I suppose? An interesting theory, certainly."

"Not a theory. Reality."

She smiled and pointed out of the window.

"It has stopped raining. Let's go and you'll see for yourself."

She wasn't dressed like a witch, more like a biologist on a field trip, with an anorak and wellies. I stopped the tape and followed her outside. The road was muddy and led up to a large pyramid, which was a mausoleum a local baron or something had erected for his family a few centuries back -- really quite impressive, although just about ten yards high.

"So, does this pyramid have any significance too?"

She shook her head.

"Not for us. It is possible that he tried to use the energies of the nexus also, but I have never really enquired about that, and there is nothing in our book."

"Your book?"

"Yes, we do have a book handed down from generation to generation in our coven."

"You mean your mother was a witch also?"

"Yes."

That was something I had not expected and shattered the lingering idea that she was just some New Age quack who called herself witch to make it sound more mysterious and interesting. If she was delusional, it was apparently a delusion handed down a family tree.

The place was muddy and creepy, not just because of the strange mausoleum we had passed. It was quite dark already, as blue-blackish clouds loomed on the horizon. There were simply too many questions shooting through my head and I was careful not to ask anything silly or upsetting in order to keep her volunteering information as she did. She pointed to a plant in a gloomy little clearing we passed.

"Belladonna."

"Oh."

I had heard of that, quite a potent hallucinogen, also quite poisonous. I think it got its name from Italian ladies who had dropped the essence into their eyes to dilate their pupils -- and thereby obtaining more beautiful eyes. Well, plants like that could explain a lot. Being off their faces and in an admittedly uncanny place like that could certainly give you all sorts of hallucinations. That was another accepted explanation I had come across in my research. Kelly's broad grin indicated that she wanted me to think just that. She was still screwing with my mind. Impressive.

Not as impressive as the tree though. A majestic, huge oak, a hundred feet or more tall, with a mighty trunk and fierce looking boughs. Now at the end of June with ample foliage, an imposing, almost menacing ruler of the circular clearing in the midst of this enchanted forest. When we got closer it became obvious that despite its grandeur or because of it, it had been subjected to the idiocy of people carving their initials and whatever hollow messages into its flesh; a feeble attempt to partake in thousands of years of history. Well, perhaps not thousands, perhaps just hundreds. The word sacrilege came to mind.

"Yeah, it's a shame."

From the tone of her voice it became apparent that she was starting to focus on something, as if she started communicating with an unseen force. Her face relaxed completely, only her eyes showed signs of utmost attentiveness and concentration. I realised that I felt something. That I reacted to the place. That I could almost feel the energy she was talking about. It took me a while to shake that off, convincing myself that this was just a self-fulfilling prophecy, another one of her mind-games. I expected to feel something, therefore I did. Almost defiantly, I destroyed this moment.

"So, are you going to show me something? Some magic, some proof?"

No reaction. Still that far-away look focused somewhere where my eyes could not peek. I wondered what she was really thinking, when it happened. The rustling and bustling in the trees around ceased as if switched off by remote. An eerie silence, deep and profound paved the way for the incredible. The wind that had shaken all trees around and even this mighty fellow ahead of us stopped. Time stood still, just for a moment and then ... Not even dry leaves were sucked into the evening sky, swirling in a crazy pattern, before they formed letters before my eyes, the message, directed at me. It read:

"Like this?"

The letters stood in swirling motion for a few seconds to disband and return to the ground, feigning a normalcy and customary reality that had just been shaken forever for me.

I was just standing there, my mouth agape, trembling and disbelieving what my eyes had just seen. It took me a while before my mind could form coherent thoughts and even longer before my voice obeyed and formulated the one question that was on my mind.

"How the fuck did you do that?"

She didn't cackle like the witches in Macbeth, but giggled nonetheless.

"Magic."

It started raining again. She placed the hood of her anorak over her auburn hair.

"We better make a move now. It's going to pour down in a second."

I was about to ask her how she did know that and realized at the same moment what a stupid question that would have been. To interpret the forebodings of pitch-black clouds you needed no magic. We hastened to get back to the car. I was too stunned to ask her any more questions on the way. It was, as if my precious concept of reality had been ripped asunder with one swift stroke. There was no easy and speedy recovery from that.

We drove back to my hometown. Slowly the ability to ask questions returned. However, now she seemed reluctant to answer.

"So, what else do you really do? All this potion and spell stuff is also true?"

"What you have seen was a spell."

"It was? But how? How can words affect the leaves? I don't understand ..."

"I can't explain that to you. After all, I am not here to teach you about magic. I was just here to show you that it exists."

I tried to find meaningful follow-ups.

"Did you get that spell from your book?"

"Yes."

"Would you show that book to me?"

She played with her hair and looked out of the car window, somewhat bored and absent-mindedly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"It is not for your eyes."

"What does that mean?"

All of a sudden she seemed almost angry.

"You understand me perfectly well. I have shown you that magic exists. I won't show you anything else."

"But we could meet up again, and you answer me more questions?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

We were coming closer to her place, and it seemed obvious that she considered the interview to be over. I needed to get as much information as possible now, for the way she had answered my last question, it might well have been my last chance.

"So, is it different when you go there with other witches from your coven?"

She nodded.

"We usually just go there on specific dates to perform specific rituals. The energies change through the seasons and the movement of the stars and moon."

"Can I come to any of those rituals and observe?"

"Certainly not. These rituals are sacred. They cannot be disturbed. It is our sacred duty to do what we do. No more, no less. We are not a novelty act for some curious student, this is much larger than you could ever imagine ..."

"I understand ... I think."

"No, you don't. But that is not important. We have done this for generations. No one else is allowed to tap into the energy that ... well ..."

She fell silent.

"The energy that?"

"There is the second coven."

"What?"

"There is another coven that meets once per year on a specific date. We have been instructed to leave them alone and never go there on that day either."

"Instructed by whom?"

"Our ancestors. I don't know anything about the second coven. Only that they exist. And ... that they might practice a different kind of magic ... dark, dangerous stuff ..."

"Did you ever meet any of them?"

"No. We have been warned ... oh, you have to turn right onto that road there. I am living in the second house on the right."

"Warned?"

I stopped the car.

"I said too much already. I hope you enjoyed our little field trip. I'll see you online. Bye."

The door clapped and she was gone, leaving me in a mess of confusion and the dawn of a knowledge that I would not have deemed possible. And curiosity. Infinite curiosity.

The Second Coven

She avoided me. What was worse, she avoided answering my questions when she did deign to answer my frantic personal messages and emails. I stalked her on the forum for about two months, but she only answered very broad questions and seemed to have put me on ignore for a while.

Frankly, I was becoming obsessed. I read countless books on the subject and visited a few stores that were supposedly carrying ingredients for potions and other magical paraphernalia. However, all my attempts to talk to the owners and get them for an interview were met with sometimes friendly, sometimes openly hostile responses. I bought a few books there and tried a few spells out of those, but they simply didn't work.

Then I started stalking her in real life, spent countless hours in an abandoned house opposite hers. A spooky place, smelling of earth, mould and decay, later of urine when I visited it for longer stretches of time. From the attic window, one had a reasonably good view over her property; all the other windows had been nailed shut. I had hoped that I would see some of the other witches of her coven, but she rarely had any visitors. The few that did visit her, left after a very short period of time and I didn't bother to follow them, just took photographs and later videos.

I was about to give up. By now, it was the end of September, and my studies had suffered a great deal already, in addition, I was running out of money again. The time I used for pursuing my obsessions I should have used to find some work. I owed my landlord two month's rent already, and the only option was to ask my dad for money again, which I dreaded even more than facing my landlord.

It was getting dark, a light drizzle smeared over the rooftops and made them glisten in the sheen of the street-lamps. Sarah had not had any visitors and I was about to pack up my things and go home, more than ever aware of my failure and insight that I would have to return to reality as I knew it before. I peeked through the zoom of my camera into her living-room, where she had lit candles and, unusually for her, not drawn the curtains. She had left the room a few minutes earlier and I sincerely hoped that I could catch a break just once and film her doing some magic or anything at all I could use. When she returned, she was naked.

Hitting the record button was a reflex. I was excited, although it felt really, really wrong. She was a beautiful woman, indubitably so, but that wasn't why I pursued her. Nevertheless, I zoomed in as best as I could, relishing in her breathtaking beauty. I realised that I had not looked at her as a woman at all so far; that was not an age thing, or anything, it just never occurred to me. Now, however, I noticed that I felt drawn to her even on that level; that the mystery surrounding her had yet another quality, something feverish and deep, which I responded to with my entire being.

Breathless, with my eyes glued to the camera's display, I was ripped out of the waves of arousal and unfulfilled desires of so many different hues, when she finally drew the curtains.

Back at home I watched and rewound the tape for an hour, marvelling at her small perky breasts and almost boyish physique. To be honest, I marvelled with my cock in my hand, until I found some relief for so many different levels of frustration. It was weird, I felt like a pervert, but at the same time it all seemed perfectly natural.

I logged back into the forum. She was online and chatted with a few other girls about nothing in particular. I was electrified though, when I realized that there was a personal message waiting for me.

"Hi Andrew, I am sorry for the way I have treated you recently. As a matter of fact, I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to show you what I did. Anyway, I think we should meet up again and talk. I suppose you remember where I live? Meet me there, tomorrow at eight o'clock. Sarah"

I hastened to confirm the date and switched off the computer. As exhilarated as I was, that night for the first time in ages I managed to sleep all right.

When I stood in front of her door ringing the door-bell, I felt utterly foolish. I had brought her flowers, red roses for crying out loud. Not exactly what you do for a supposedly normal interview. But what was normal anyway?

She seemed genuinely amused.

"Oh, flowers ... that wasn't necessary, but thank you very much ..."

She led me into her living-room, which of course was very familiar to me, although I had not seen all the little details, which gave it the actual flair. The furniture looked heavy and old; more like an old lady's living room. Sarah disappeared to get a vase for the flowers.

"Roses even ... how thoughtful."

I blushed, for several reasons. True, the flowers were inappropriate. And so were my visions, of her moving naked through the room, as I had seen last night. She wore a brownish dress and a woollen jumper, an amulet with a complex geometric shape dangling from her neck. I tried to figure out what exactly it was, but on the other hand, I didn't want to stare at her directly. Her hair had grown a bit since the last encounter we had had in person; and my insecurity seemed to amuse her immensely.

She served some tea and watched me attentively.

"So, I suppose you have many questions. Again, I don't know how much I can really answer you. Some things are better left unsaid. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so. And I am sorry for getting on your nerves that much ... you know ... it was so difficult for me ... I don't know how to say this ..."

"No need, I understand what you must be going through. It wasn't easy for me or any other witch to awake to the higher reality either, believe me."

"Are all the women and chaps on the forum real witches?"

"No, just a few. Most of them are posers. Don't worry about them."

"You are going to love this ... I even bought a few books and tried spells myself ..."

She snickered.

"I was pretty sure you would. Let me guess, it didn't work?"

"Yeah, nothing."

"Well, there is more to it. Simply recounting rhymes and burning offerings and suchlike doesn't make a spell work. If they were authentic in the first place that is, which I doubt. You don't really get actual spell-books off the shelf, you know."

"I suspected as much."

"Most of the magic we do is based solely on nature, connecting to the forces unseen, nevertheless as real as what we all know as our common reality. Knowing they exist and that you can tap into them, doesn't really help you that much. You have to be attuned to them, feel them; be part of them. That can only be accomplished after a long period of studying with a qualified teacher. In my case, my mum and my grandmother."

"Hm, what about your dad?"

She shook her head, a tickled expression on her face.

"Nah, he wasn't involved with magic. Nor with my mum for a long time for that matter."

"I see."

I tried to get as much out of her as I possibly could, before she closed up again.

"So, is it really just a women's thing, or can men do magic as well?"

"Sure they can. It seems to be more difficult for them to connect though. Nature is essentially female ..."

First time I heard that. No, rubbish, of course: Mother Nature.

"Well, shouldn't it be even easier for them to connect then?"

She laughed out loud.

"He he, never thought of it that way. Sadly, men don't seem to have any problems to fuck nature ... more to love it ..."

"I don't think all men are the same, do you? Which makes me wonder ... why do you think I feel drawn to all this ... you know how I got into the whole thing, I told you the story on the net already ... but now, this has nothing to do with that at all ... and still ... I feel ... sucked into it ... don't know how to explain ..."




Irresistible



"You never know. So you abandoned your idea of writing a book or paper or something like that?"

"The strange thing is it doesn't matter anymore. I want to know ... that's all really. At least I think it is ..."

She smiled and stirred her tea.

"Perhaps you cast a spell on me?"

"Perhaps. Why? Do you feel drawn to me also?"

I didn't stop to think. I just blurted it out.

"Yes."

"Ah, I see ... the roses ... having a little crush on the old witch?"

"You're not old. And very, very beautiful."

"Flattery will get you nowhere ... what do you want, anyway?"

"I don't know; I honestly don't know ..."

"You see, this is another problem most people have. They don't really know what they want, and even if they do, they don't want it with all their being, their heart ... that is why perfectly good spells don't work for them either ..."

"I think I understand."

"Well, you see, if you can't say what you want, how are you supposed to get it? A spell is like asking for it, sincerely, with every fibre of your being."

"I think I am beginning to understand ..."

"Well, you are very young. It is perfectly normal for boys of your age not to know what they really want."

"Boys of my age? I am twenty-six. I guess that makes me a man rather?"

"You amuse me. A man? That is really cute ... so what do you want, young man, why the roses? Do you want to date me, propose to me, or simply fuck me?"

I felt my blood rushing through my veins. It was so blatantly obvious that she wanted to make me mad, to break down my defences and yet I was incapable of resisting the bait she had laid out for me.

"Maybe I just want to fuck you."

"Ah ... maybe ... what a perfectly lukewarm sentiment ... how flattering also ..."

"What am I supposed to say? What stupid game are you playing here?"

I don't know where this anger came from. She licked her lips and seemed to rejoice in my outburst.

"Uh ... does that bruise your little ego? Poor boy, is the old witch being mean to you? Get over it ... and tell me what you want, or go home to mummy and cry in her lap ..."

"Fuck you."

"Is that what you want? Fuck me? That sounded sincere for once ..."

"That is not what I meant; it's a bloody expression ..."

"Ah, so you don't want to fuck me? Shame; I was starting to warm up to the idea of you taking me here on the sofa, venting all your frustration and anger ... are you sure that isn't what you want?"

She laughed, a haughty, wicked laugh that reverberated in my head, expunging all sense of right and wrong. Next thing I know, I lunged at her. She didn't stop laughing, when I pinned her down on the sofa, which was difficult enough, as she squirmed and writhed like an animal. Her nails dug painfully into my hands and the pain enraged and excited me even more. I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth, my blood approaching boiling point.

I sensed that she wanted me to hurt her, and although I had never done that before, I obliged and bit her lip until blood gushed out. She groaned and stared at me with a far-away fascination, her eyes wide open and radiant like stars. I licked some of her blood off her lip and chin fascinated by the metallic taste; then locked her again into a fierce and fiery kiss. I let go of her hands to get her out of the jumper; she assisted me there, but smacked me right in my face as soon as I threw the garment into the room.

Her expression was incredible, primal, wild, when she tore off my shirt, then scratched my chest with her razor-sharp nails. I responded in kind and bit her neck until she screamed, forcing her arms behind her head, forcing them so close together that I could clasp them with one hand. I stopped for a moment, watching her face distorted with passion, blood still trickling down from her lip and a massive bite-mark on the right side of her neck. I felt her hips bucking up, her thighs rubbing against mine, the urge to go on, get inside of her, possess her.

I cupped her right breast with my free hand; then travelled down south trying to get the seam of her skirt higher, which was easy enough, since she helped me a bit and it happened to be rather wide. She moaned when I placed it right between her legs, rubbing along her somewhat damp and warm panties. Until this point, I had not even noticed my own hard-on, but now it strained against the fabric of my pants. I slipped one finger under the elastic and pulled it to the side to reveal her pussy, which was completely shaven. That was a bit of a surprise; I could have sworn she had pubic hair on the video I had taken the night before. There was no time for contemplating such complicated issues though, all my concentration went into opening my own trousers and pulling them down far enough to free my cock from its dungeon to get ready to join the quest.

She had been in constant motion throughout, heaving, writhing, slithering like a snake -- but now she was still as a morning's pond, even held her breath until I entered her, overcoming all initial resistance with one hard push, slicing her open, then pumping her with every bit of rage and ferocity that I could muster. She managed to free one of her hands, but all she did was grab my hair and force my head down to kiss me, while she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me to allow me to enter deeper. She pushed as I shoved, an asynchronous battle of epic proportions, fierce, wild and painful for both of us. Maybe it was the pain that kept me from coming for a long, long time. We were both dripping with sweat, when I finally exploded right into her.

It took a good while to regain my breath. She traced her split lip.

"Wow, a biter, never expected that ... see, you get what you want, if you really want it ..."

"Why do I get the feeling that was rather what you wanted?"

She grinned.

"Because you are obviously not stupid. Good boy. You are learning your lessons fast. If you could kindly get off me now, I don't want to drip your cum onto grandma's sofa."

"As you wish."

I released her and watched her clean herself up.

"So I suppose you stop stalking me now?"

I was too stunned to answer.

"Well, I don't see any reason why you should. And you aren't particularly good at it either."

"I'm sorry ... I don't know why ..."

"Shut up. Here's the deal: If and when I feel like it, we will meet up. I tell you a few things, show you a few things and we fuck -- that wasn't bad, by the way. Not bad at all."

"Okay."

"If I see you loitering around here or in the house across the street at any other times, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ... again, I am sorry ..."

"Shut the fuck up and listen. No more interviews, I will tell you what I want to tell you. You will desist from trying anything magical on your own and stop bothering Charlene and all the other shop owners you have pestered in the past few months. Understood?"

"Yes."

"You can go to the witch tree with me and on your own, and you will eventually anyway, when I give you exercises and assignments."

"Oh, great ..."

"However, under no circumstances are you to go there after nightfall, especially ... not on Halloween."

"Halloween? Is that like a day of special significance for witches, or ..."

"No, at least not for us, and it is a mere coincidence that this year ..."

She paused as if she had already said too much.

"Never mind. It is not important why. Just do as you are told. Are we clear on that?"

"Yeah, sure."

She sighed and massaged her neck.

"Ok then, I'll make us another cup of tea and you had better be ready for a second round. That's the one thing you will learn today about witches ... they are insatiable ..."

I reflected upon what she had said while she prepared the tea in the kitchen. It looked like I was going to learn the craft. I was overjoyed really. However, what had really made me curious was what she had said about Halloween.

" ...at least not for us ..."

That could only mean one thing: that was the night the second coven was about to meet.

Halloween

I saw Sarah regularly now, at least twice a week. She insisted that I didn't allow magic to take over my life, nor our relationship. We fucked a lot though, when we were together. It was strange, I didn't feel anything for her, no more than a strange affinity, but as soon as I was close to her I could hardly contain myself, all fuses blew and we were at it like animals again. The sex made up for quite a bit of the disappointment caused by the lack of initiation into magic -- she simply didn't show me much, just lectured me on herbs and even took me out on field trips to identify plants. I had hoped for more, but grudgingly acknowledged that things would go according to her timetable, no matter how I felt about it.

Tina, a former girlfriend of mine, invited me to a Halloween party. I told her that I didn't know whether I could make it or not, but was pretty sure that I wouldn't go. Nevertheless, I asked Sarah if she wanted to come. She laughed, that bitchy, mean laugh she occasionally produced to wind me up.

"Me, at a kids' Halloween party? Forget it ... and I hope you got it straight that I am not your little girlfriend? I allow you to fuck me every now and then, but that is as far as it goes. Are we clear on that subject?"

Well, I hadn't really expected anything else. I told her that I would go to the party nevertheless. I had different plans though.

It was a cold, dark, moonless night, two days before new moon. I had spent more than five hours in the woods close to the witch tree, trying to find the perfect spot where I could hide and watch safely and still with unimpeded sight. The place was deserted by strollers in the afternoon already, but as soon as the night fell, every living creature except me seemed to have fled the woods. I had found a shelter in a thick shrub and managed to set up all my equipment before the dark. It was an uncanny, eerie silence that pervaded the forest, just a faint rustling and bustling in the trees. I had the advantage of seeing at least a little bit through the night vision mode of my camera. Despite the cold and somewhat electrifying atmosphere, I dozed off for a couple of minutes, so I didn't see the women arriving.

Suddenly, the clearing lit up in the light of torches. Four women were visible, marking large circles in the ground around the witch tree, placing torches on the outermost one. It looked as if the majestic tree in the middle was on fire. Two women went around the circles placing odd looking arrangements of twigs and little metal objects on its borders, the other two drew geometric patterns in the inner circle. They were dressed in black robes, barefoot despite the temperatures and did everything in remarkable silence. I was but thirty meters away, but did not hear a sound, no cracking twig, nothing. Even the rustling of the trees had ceased.

It was as if nature adopted the same breathless silence that suffused me. The women took off their robes and revealed their naked bodies. They had placed some bowls on specific points of their geometric pattern and dipped a finger into each in passing, smearing some sort of liquid or paste on their foreheads and bodies. Each woman then assumed a position on the circle, exactly equidistant from another, probably representing the four cardinal points.

They were facing away from me, towards the tree, slowing raising their hands into the pitch black night sky. Then the chanting began, almost a mumbling first, then with ever increasing volume and urgency. As they were raising their hands, the flames of the torches went higher and higher. I could not understand a word of their chanting; it was definitely a foreign language, reminiscent of Latin, but probably not that. All of a sudden, there was a weird energy in the air, coming in waves from the centre of the clearing. First it was an almost energizing feeling, but then the waves became darker and colder, sickening even. For the first time I had to battle my instinct to get up and run as fast as I could to get away from what was being unleashed over there. I noticed that I had clenched my hands into the earth, to withstand whatever was coming towards me.

The women started to turn around, now facing away from the tree, their hands raised in the air, their eyes closed, still chanting with self-assured, almost commanding voices. Then it happened. Each of the women lit up in a blue-whitish energy bubble. They stopped chanting and took turns reciting lines that I could not understand. In their midst, something seemed to form, coming out of the earth and probably even the tree, something incorporeal, like red mist. The energy emanating from there was vicious, my entire body resounded with pain and a fear, so overwhelming and confusing that I thought I was about to lose my mind. I dug my own fingernails into my palms to keep me from screaming, to combat the sensation that my body was ripped to shreds.

A sound like a deep rumbling accompanied the manifestation of whatever thing was being summoned there. The mist became thicker and thicker, then energy beams resembling lightning shot across the tree and hit the four bluish energy fields of the witches, altering their glow to a spectacular golden sheen. More and more beams shot at the witches, while my stomach revolted against the fierce onslaught of darkness coming my way, and I threw up violently. My eyes were filled with tears; there was no danger of them hearing me, as the sound was obliterating everything else, putting pressure on my ears as if I was in high altitude.

It was becoming unbearable. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I couldn't close my eyes. The witches glowed in a dark amber now, absorbing all the energy beams from what almost looked like a creature now, but I couldn't make out any details. Then I saw an energy bolt coming straight towards me. Something exploded in my head. And then nothingness; sweet oblivion.

Complete darkness. I had opened my eyes, but it was too dark to see anything. I could barely make out my camera on the little tripod in front of me. It had switched itself off, so I must have been unconscious for quite a while. The memories of what had happened earlier only reluctantly returned. The stench of vomit and urine assaulted my nostrils. I must have pissed myself when the energy bolt hit me, before passing out. Now it dawned on me how idiotic the whole undertaking had been. I could have been killed by whatever it was that these witches had tapped into. Cautiously I tried to make out if there was any movement coming from the tree. It took a while of breathless suspense before I dared switching the camera back on into night vision mode. The clearing was empty. The witches were gone.

Weird. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not alone. My head was still spinning and my body felt like it had been mangled. I had to pull myself up on some branches of the shrub and it took me ages to collect my belongings.

I stumbled through the darkness, ran into trees, fell over roots. It took me a while to figure out that I was going in the wrong direction. I couldn't find the main path any more, but somehow, I managed to reach the pyramid after an hour. It had taken me ten minutes to get to the tree from there in daylight.

I pressed on to my car, which I had parked another ten minutes' walk away from the woods, in order not to arouse the suspicion of the witches. I wasn't curious any more who they were and what the fuck they had been doing there. I just wanted to go home, crawl into my bed and sleep; forget about this nightmare I had been experiencing.

Finally, my car. I opened the door with trembling hands.

Horseless carriage. 

What the fuck was that? Was I hearing voices now? I froze; chills went up and down my spine. There it was again, the feeling that I wasn't alone, that something was there, a presence, something elusive and definite at the same time.

"Hello?"

The street was empty; all the houses in the street were dark. It was ten to four in the morning. I had to shake this off, snap out of it. Concentrate on driving. I started the engine, still listening into the silence, stealthily glancing into the mirror, somehow expecting to see a monster rearing from the back seats. But there was nothing.

I drove like a maniac, not oblivious to the fact that there might be more police patrols because of the Halloween parties, but simply not caring about that any more. I wanted to put as much space between me and that creepy place as I possibly could, as fast as I possibly could.

I sighed in relief when I finally managed to get home and close the door to my flat behind me. I stripped off the sullied and ripped clothes and crashed on my bed.

It is time. 

I startled out of sleep. Nine o'clock. I was still bloody tired. Every bone in my body was hurting. Something smelled rather nasty. I definitely needed some coffee. And a shower. It was doubtful, whether I could eat anything. My stomach was still grumbling.

You need sustenance. And so do I. 

Fuck! I jumped off the bed, looking around for anything I could use as a weapon. But there was no-one to see.

"Where are you? Who the fuck are you? How did you get into my flat? Come out; show yourself arsehole, game over!"

I am Anatan. And I am not outside of you. 

"What the ..."

I entered this body when the witches summoned me, to steal my essence and weaken me; so that I cannot escape from that prison they have trapped me in for six hundred years. 

"You mean, you are in my body? Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What are you? A fucking demon?"

And what are you? A witch? I sense no powers. Your language is strange; I find many words without meaning. 

"No, I am not a witch, at least not yet ... and I have nothing to do with the four bitches that sucked off your energy, just to avoid misunderstandings there ..."

That I surmised. You looked at me. 

"Oh ... that's why they were turning away ... now I get it ..."

I had to sit down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ... and what now? I am stuck with you, or what? I am not really into body sharing, if you know what I mean."

This is but temporary. If you assist me. 

"How?"

I need sustenance, to build up strength and face the witches. To take back what is mine. Once restored, I will leave this body and you are free. 

"Sustenance? You mean like food? Ok, I still feel a bit sick, but we could have a toast or something. And some coffee. Definitely some coffee."

No, you understand not. The sustenance I am craving is but energy I draw from others. Energy released in the heights of ecstasy. 

"Huh? You mean you need pills? Did they have E already six hundred years ago?"

I cannot fathom the meaning of your words. Let me explain: When ravishing a wench energy is built up in her also. When it releases in the apex, I receive it. 

"Oh ... you mean orgasms? When the girl comes, you suck off the energy released there?"

Yes, that seems to be the right word. I am not familiar with what I find in your memory; you will have to help me. 

"What gives you the idea that I will help you? After all, you are a fucking demon, aren't you?"

Not as you think. And there is no other way for us to separate. I pledge that you will not be harmed in any way. On the contrary, you will enjoy it vastly. 

"You mean, facing the witches will be all hunky dory? I don't think so."

You really don't know who I am. I get my essence back from them in the same way I receive my sustenance. 

"Oh ... you mean, by fucking them?"

Yes. 

"I've got news for you, man. It isn't that easy to get laid nowadays. I've got an ok looking face and body, sure, but that doesn't guarantee that any of those witches will get physical with me, leave alone finding them in the first place."




Irresistible



That shan't be your concern. I will find them. And when they face me, they cannot resist. No woman can. 

"You mean you are Prince Charming or what? Hell of an ego for a demon who got locked up for six hundred years."

That is why I got banished. When they look into my eyes, they see the man they most desire. When I bed them, they reveal what they really want and I give it to them. 

"You mean, you are irresistible, because you tap into them somehow?"

Now you understand. 

"Cool. Fine gift, that. So, you need energy before that? Sustenance? That means you need to get laid tonight or something?"

Yes. 

"Well, it's a Saturday night ... I'd love to see if you are bullshitting me. Or maybe I am just losing my mind. Either way, I need a shower and breakfast first. And a bit less chatter for the time being ... That acceptable to you?"

I will not interfere. So it is settled then? You help me and you will earn your freedom and my gratitude. 

"Do I have a choice?"

No, not really. I could fight you also. But I would prefer your help. After all, the world has changed a lot since I last roamed it. I realised it when I saw your horseless carriage. 

"It's called a car. Runs on gasoline. A bit difficult to explain."

I will access your memories, you will not feel it. You go about your day as you must. 

"Ok, we've got a deal then. Don't try to screw with me though. I have powerful friends. A good witch for instance."

Good witch? 

"Yeah, she is showing me the ropes, so to speak. But I have just started."

I am not deceiving you. I see that witch in your memory. Beware. She is not what she seems to be. 

"Meaning?"

We will address this later. You need sustenance. And so do I. 

"Well, I need a shower now. And my head to myself, if you'd be so kind?"

Agreed. Do as you please. 

Sustenance

The demon was a hell of a smooth talker; I had to give him that. We spent hours chatting, as he adjusted more and more to my vocabulary. What surprised me most was that I didn't feel threatened by him at all; that I could not sense any evil or maliciousness. I shuddered when recalling how the energy had felt. The phone rang.

"How are you, my little friend? Recovered from the Halloween party?"

"Yeah, sure, bit hung over though. Hi Sarah."

"So, how was it?"

"Lame, as you suspected. Nothing to write home about."

"Really? Poor thing. Do you want to come around tonight to make up for that?"

Not this witch. Not now. 

"Nope, sorry, I have different plans. Am going out with a chap I met yesterday at the party."

"I see. Well, have fun. I suppose I see you sometime next week then. Ring me."

"Will do. Bye."

This ... telephone thing is amazing. A lot has changed since I have inhabited a body. 

"A body? You mean, it wasn't your own?"

No. I lived on a different plane. To roam the earth, I needed a vessel. 

"Hm ... ok. Anything else we need to do before going out?"

No. Your body is young and healthy. You should be able to perform without any potions. 

"Oh ... you mean like enhancements? Am sure I can do without. How often ... do you think I have to "perform" tonight?"

No more than four or five times, depending. 

"Four or five? Darn, maybe we should get a potion after all ..."

Worry not. You will see. You better learn to think rather than speak to me. People might find it strange. 

'Oh ... fuck yeah. Ok then, let's go and get you sorted. I am really curious about how this is going to work.'

Leave it to me. Just get me to a place with wenches. I will do the rest. 

The Plush wasn't exactly my cup of tea; as a matter of fact I had never been in there before. However, there were tons of really attractive women there, exactly of the type that would never deign to speak to me, let alone getting off with me. So, this was the perfect spot to see how irresistible I'd really be with my demonic body-mate. I wasn't sure of how this was supposed to work, if I had any input or obligation to interfere.

I take care of that. What makes you think they wouldn't talk to you? You are a strapping fellow, intelligent and polite. 

'That's not what this brand of women is going for though,' I thought to him, 'Money, power, fame -- that is their poison, if you know what I mean.'

Yes. That is a surface desire. We will dig deeper. Pick any wench you like. 

'Ok, but I don't have a lot of money to buy them drinks, so you'd better be as good as you say you are. That brunette over there.'

She was sitting alone at the bar, sipping what appeared to be a martini, sporting a disdainful, haughty expression. She wore a tight strapless black dress that looked like it was more worth than my car, a diamond necklace with matching earrings and some uncomfortable looking high heels. The type of woman that I wouldn't dare to ask for the time of day. I am not sure whether it was me or Anatan that moved our body over to her and sat down next to her. She didn't even look up.

'So, what now? Are you going to chat her up, or do I have to do anything?'

You sit back and enjoy. You might want to order a drink, I am not familiar with your likings, there is too much in your head I still do not understand. 

"I'll have a single malt please, Ben Nevis, if you have that."

"Certainly."

What are these people doing, what are these herbal sticks they are lighting? 

'Cigarettes. Made of tobacco, a highly addictive drug that will eventually kill you. You inhale the smoke. I stopped two years ago myself.'

The brunette was playing absentmindedly with her lighter. She hadn't even looked at me once so far. Anatan took over. He took her packet of cigarettes, pulled one out and put it in my mouth. Thankfully, he was observant enough to put it in with the filter tip first. Then he snatched the lighter from her hand and lit it. As petrified as I was, darn that puff tasted nice. ...

The woman stared at me in disbelief. She had hazelnut eyes. I had the odd sensation of being sucked into those eyes.

Interesting. She needs danger, the thrill of being caught, of being ravished in public even. And being dominated. 

"Do you mind?"

"I do. Come."

He put the lighter in my pocket and grabbed her hand.

Pay for the beverage and drink up. We are leaving. 

It all occurred so fast that I couldn't believe what was happening. I had assumed that he would chat her up and somehow hoped to get some pointers for chat-up lines in the process. But without further ado she meekly followed me out of the bar and around the corner into a back alley. Just a few metres into the alley, he stopped her, pressing her against a wall and starting to kiss her.

I say him, for he had completely taken over my body. Her perfume was intoxicating, and so was her submissiveness, the eagerness of her kiss, her rapid breathing when my hands explored her body. I noticed that she was looking towards the street quite often, where an endless throng of Saturday night enthusiasts kept passing by, without noticing us as yet. She bit her lip when my hand trailed up her suspender stockings until it found the silken flesh of her inner thighs. My hand moved higher; my index finger trailed her pussy on the fabric of the minuscule panties she was wearing.

The wenches today sure do not wear a lot of clothing. A great advancement, be assured. It rips easily too. 

With this thought he tore her panties off. The expression on her face was indescribable. He placed two fingers on her outer labia and pressed lightly at first, then with more zest, almost massaging her sex. She moaned audibly, he eyes scanning the passing crowd for casual observers of her lust. Then he inserted two of my fingers into her, pressing hard against her vaginal walls, first downwards, then turning the fingers, pulling them slightly out and finding a spot on top that felt slightly rougher and pronounced. Her face was flushed with passion and her moans and groans got louder by the minute, as he rubbed that spot with increasing urgency. Then he withdrew the fingers very abruptly and lifted the tight dress as high as he could. Her pussy was shaven except for a fashionable landing strip.

Curious. 

He opened my trousers and slid them down far enough to get the boxers down also. He beckoned her to touch my dick, which was almost fully erect from the entire episode anyway. She squeezed and wanked my dick until it was rock hard, while he grabbed her arse, digging hard into her buttocks. He stooped down a little, clasped her thighs and lifted her up, pressing her against the wall again. She let go of my dick and hastened to fling her arms around my neck.

My cock found its target almost instantly, her pussy was slick with juices from his earlier manipulations and I slid in easily. He was not satisfied with the position and adjusted it a bit more, so that my dick could get in deeper and it was easier to move my hips. It was great, she whimpered and moaned, a small tear running down from her right eye, leaving a smeary trail of mascara or something like that below it. He pumped her hard, although not particularly fast, finding an odd angle that kept most pressure on the top of my dick.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that we were being watched by a small group of men, beer cans in their hands, nudging each other and grinning, but keeping quiet in order not to interrupt the unexpected spectacle before their eyes. Her head tilted towards them, as her breathing got fast and faster, her groans louder and louder, until I felt her vaginal muscles clenching. For a few seconds I lost track of where I was and what was happening. A blinding white light obliterated every detail out of my consciousness, followed by a feeling of relief, of deepest satisfaction, completeness. Then everything came back into focus, my dick was still working her hard, a bit less controlled now, as if it was more me being in charge.

You are. Finish it up now; those fellows are getting too close for comfort. 

I lunged at her a bit harder, trying to come. She groaned incessantly, a filament of spittle hanging from her lips, her eyes strangely vacant. A few more heavy thrusts and I climaxed, squirting my hot load into her. I let go of her thighs, Anatan made me kiss her once more and then urged me to dress and leave. The drunken group had closed in and a few even applauded cynically, their faces distorted from drink and obviously lust.

'Shouldn't we take her out of here, to make sure those guys aren't doing anything stupid?'

None of our concern. I need more sustenance. 

My legs didn't obey me; he simply removed us from the scene. Not a moment too soon, as a police car pulled up almost immediately afterwards.

We should look for wenches elsewhere now. You lead on. 

'There is one thing we should keep in mind though: This is the twenty-first century. You can't just go around fucking people. There are consequences ...'

Not if you hasten your step. 

'No, not that, STDs, pregnancy ... well, suppose, that hasn't changed, but we have lethal illnesses you can contract through unprotected sex now ... like AIDS ...'

Anatan went silent for a while, maybe he was searching my memory for what I had mentioned.

I fathom your meaning now. Do not be concerned. I sense illness; she had nothing of the sort. 

'What was that blinding light, by the way?'

Her energy. My sustenance. She will feel weak for a few days, but it will pass. There is another inn over there. Let's tarry not. I need more sustenance. 

'Ok, but I need a break first, maybe a couple of pints. And it is called a pub nowadays. Take it easy, the night is still young.'

Anatan wasn't exactly the patient type. We went into the pub and about half an hour later I found myself fucking a barmaid in a filthy back room. I was just sitting back and enjoying the ride, including two flashes of light. I suppose she would not have been able to complete her shift after that. In order to get a bit of a respite myself, I decided to introduce him to the twenty-first century proper.

'You know where we should go now? To a rave. I am pretty sure that you haven't had anything like that in your time ... You are going to love it.'

If there are wenches there I do not see any reason why we shouldn't. Oh, I see, it is like a dance? Yes ... that seems like a good location. 

It was difficult to get him to wait in line with me, until we finally got in. Difficult because there were groups of girls around us and it took quite a bit of convincing not to pull any of them out for a quick snack. When we finally got in, it was him for the first time losing his composure.

Lord of darkness ... what inferno is this? Is it a ritual? A black mass? An orgy? I do not believe my eyes. 

'The music is called Techno. You see all these people beaming and screaming over there? They are on E or any similar drug. Completely off their faces. E stands for Extasy. It is a synthetic drug, very powerful.'

You do not understand. They are releasing sustenance all over the place. Weaker, yes, but aplenty. Let us go, feast upon it. 

Within minutes I had my demon turned into a hard-core raver, dancing around girls, picking out those who were high as a kite and draining them of their energy. I experienced one flash of light after the other, as he had correctly assumed, not as strong and blinding as with the two women before, but strong enough to keep him in an excellent mood. He was perfectly satisfied with just basking in that energy, until an unsuspecting victim felt the urge to hug me and look deep into my eyes.

A minute later, I was kneeling in front of her in a stall at the lady's, licking her juicy little cunt, three fingers up her vagina and two of my left hand up her arse. Apparently, she had trouble concentrating at first, but then she came like a train, leaving me stuck in that white limbo for what seemed like an eternity. Anatan was so impressed that he continued relentlessly, until she came a second and third time even. She sank to the floor like a puppet, a shallow husk of a human being, when I finally left the stall.

'Is she going to be alright? She looked seriously done in.'

She will survive. That was incredible. I have enough energy to confront the witches already. Let's go back to the dancing people and get some more. 

Eventually we left the rave with two girls who were probably just about eighteen or nineteen. In any case, they kept me/us up all night before they finally crashed at my place. When I awoke at around mid-day on Sunday they were gone.

A Quarter Revenge

The following days were strange. Anatan withdrew for hours at a time, not offering any explanation. He didn't clamour for sustenance, nor did he try to get me to do anything else. He seemed to be waiting for something. I was relieved, in a fashion. After all, I needed to sort out my own life. I managed to meet up with my dad, who grudgingly got me out of my dire straits by giving me just about enough money to pay off my rent debts. Anatan had kept quiet for the entire episode, but suddenly got really excited when were at my bank.

Hurry. She is here. I can sense her. No more than a few hundred yards away. 

'Who is she?'

One of the four. Leave this building now. She is moving. Hurry! 

I clasped the envelope with the money my father had given me. It was imperative that I paid it in that day; otherwise I couldn't get the transfer to my landlord's account sorted in time. It was close to five o'clock already.

'I can't ... I have to pay in the money first. I explained that to you earlier, didn't I?'

He didn't listen any more. He simply took over my body and made me run out of the bank, accompanied by suspicious looks of other customers.

'Stop that ... I need to get back there; it is closing in a few minutes ...'

There she is. Do you see, do you see? 

I did. It was indeed one of the four witches. She was the blonde one, the one that had stood closest to my vantage point. She came towards us, carrying a couple of shopping bags, but then stopped, opening the boot of a car.

She is going to use her carriage. Hurry; let's get into yours, so that we may follow. 

As much as I could understand his excitement and saw the logic in trying to follow her, I was prepared to make a stand for my own rights and problems. I needed to get back into the bank.

'No, no way. I need to pay in that money.'

The pain was excruciating. It came out of nowhere, spread from my heart region throughout my body. Tears filled my eyes. For the first time since Halloween, I felt this dark, sickeningly vicious energy again.

You will obey and get into your carriage. Do not test my patience. 

He meant business, and I wasn't going to test what else he could do to me to break my will. I got into my car and pulled out of the parking bay almost at the same time as the witch. It was difficult to follow her nevertheless; after all, rush hour had just started. I lost her at a red traffic light, which she just about managed.

'Fuck, lost her.'

No, I can still sense her. She is going east. 

That didn't help me a lot. I had no idea where east was supposed to be.

Right then. Around that corner. You see? There she is again. 

She was heading out of town. I hoped sincerely that I had sufficient gas in my tank for this pursuit. The needle was swinging dangerously close to empty. We passed a couple of villages, until she took a turn in the third one and went up the driveway of a farm.

Go past it and we leave the carriage where she cannot spot it. 

That was a good idea. For someone, who hadn't seen any detective movies as yet, he had a pretty good grasp of what to do.

It was getting dark now. From where we parked, we could see that she took out her shopping and went into the farmhouse. I noticed statues and a lot of scrap metal. Maybe she was an artist of sorts. Definitely not a farmer.

'What now?'

You can climb over that wall over there and cross the fence to her property without her noticing you. 

I wasn't so sure about that. There were dogs barking close by. It started raining as the street-lights went on. But he was right. Climbing over the wall wasn't difficult. The fence was no hindrance either. I could see her moving behind a lit window on the ground floor. I tried to get closer to the building, using the piles of metal and wood as cover. However, when I was about fifteen yards away from the house, I ran into an invisible barrier. It bounced me back so violently, that I found myself lying on my back, fighting for breath.

'What the fuck was that?'

She has protected her house. It does not surprise me. 

'But she went right through that ... how does the postman or anyone else get close to the house then?'

Her postman won't be a demon. 

Now it dawned on me; it hadn't repelled me, it had repelled Anatan.

'Ok, I understand. So what now? Back to the car?'

Yes. We cannot confront her in her protected lair. We need to wait and follow her, when she leaves it again. 

'And wait here all night?'

If need be. 

I wanted to protest, but remembered clearly how he had got me compliant just half an hour earlier. So I crawled back to the fence and scrambled over the wall to my car. Okay, if he wanted to wait, we would wait. Maybe the other witches would show up too. The fact that she had protected her house with that demon-repelling energy field made one thing clear: Irresistible or not, this would not go down as easy and smooth as his charging process.




Irresistible



Awake, awake, she is coming out of the house! 

He jolted me back into consciousness. It was just after daybreak, the sun was barely visible in this hazy morning. My neck was hurting, I had fallen asleep at the steering wheel and rested my head at the window. Anatan had assured me that he did not need any sleep; nor my senses for that matter. The blonde witch was walking up her driveway, wearing a jacket and carrying a large jute pouch around her neck. She was walking towards me. I was at a loss as to what to do. It was too late for ducking for cover.

Start the engine and drive away. She must not see you. 

I did as I was told. I noticed her glance in the rear mirror. Of course, a car she had not seen before in this village, leaving at the crack of dawn must have looked suspicious. In any case, I managed to get out of her sight quickly, turning left and around a few more corners until Anatan bid me to stop.

She is walking up to the woods. Get out of the carriage and follow her at a great distance. We will catch up with her there. 

There was an old man emerging from the house, where I had parked the car, followed by a vicious looking dog, just when I got out of the car. The dog owner wanted to put it on the leash quickly, but to his and my surprise, the dog tugged his tail between his legs and scampered off with a frightened squeal at utmost speed as soon as he saw me. The dog owner seemed dumbfounded, shaking his head in disbelief and muttering to himself before eyeing me suspiciously and limping into the direction his dog was last seen.

'What was that?'

It sensed me. Follow the witch; she must have reached the woods by now. 

When I arrived at the path leading up to the forest I just caught a glimpse of her disappearing into the woods. The trail was muddy and littered with large puddles.

Do not worry. I can still sense her. Proceed with utmost caution. 

'But why? I don't think she has noticed me before. Is she able to sense you?'

Perhaps. Perhaps not. It was her leading me into the trap the last time. It will not happen again. 

'What do you mean, her? I thought that was six hundred years ago?'

Yes. It was her. She led me into the forest, where the other witches were already waiting for me. They stunned and then banished me into the pocket of limbo. That cage of nothingness they just open once per year; just long enough to draw out my essence. 

'I don't understand ... She can't be six hundred years old.'

She is. My essence gives her relative immortality. She can still perish from foul play or accident, but she does not age a day in her life. 

'Incredible. How ...'

I stumbled over a root and almost fell.

Concentrate. She is near, but has left the trail. 

I strained my eyes, but could not see her anywhere. The only advantage of that wet, misty morning was that it absorbed the sound to a large degree. My head was spinning from Anatan's revelations. I had about a thousand questions I wanted to ask him, but he was not in the mood for further explanations.

Not now. She is over there. 

Indeed she was, harvesting some plants with a small sickle. From this distance I couldn't make out what it was -- so I missed a chance to deploy the knowledge I had garnered from Sarah's lessons.

'So what is the plan now?'

She will return to the trail over here, when she is done. You will hide behind these bushes and snatch her from behind. You need not worry about anything else -- but she must look into your eyes. 

'You mean although being attacked she will want to have sex with me as soon as she looks into my eyes?'

Ironically, that is what she likes or liked. It would work either way. Move now, it looks as if she were done. 

I had a bad feeling about this. I realised that despite his assurances, this might not end well. Before it had almost been fun, but even the short episode in front of the bank made me conscious of the fact that Anatan was a demon, out for revenge. What would he do once he got his "essence" back? Or if it didn't run as smoothly as he expected? After all, she had her house protected. It seemed unlikely that she would distinguish between the demon and his vessel, when trying to defend herself.

There was no time to follow this train of thought to the end. I felt him taking over, when she passed our hiding place.

He leaped forward, tackling her like an angry rugby player and we both crashed into the mud. I felt something sharp piercing my chest. He grabbed her curly hair and forced her head around. For a few seconds there was an expression of surprise and anguish. But then our eyes met and she had lost the battle. She hardly resisted when Anatan turned her on her back. For a second I felt a burning sensation on my chest.

"Take it off witch. Take it off."

She obeyed that cryptic order and pulled out an ornate amulet from the depth of her jumper, unclasped it and then threw it readily to the side. It was a very strange sensation. She felt oddly familiar, as if I knew her like a sister.

A brother. What you sense is my essence. And she has not changed her likings. She still likes to pretend to be taken by force and humiliated. We will gladly oblige. 

He smacked her several times, not viciously but strongly enough to leave red marks on her cheeks. She was squirming and trying to get away, but he had straddled her in such a fashion that this was impossible. I was surprised that she started to resist now, but then concluded that this was part of the game, of her desire to be taken as if being raped.

The feverish expression on her face corroborated this theory; she enjoyed what was happening to her, gasped with pleasure when he grabbed and kneaded her sizeable breasts. He moved higher until he could arrest her arms with my knees. She kept on struggling, but made no serious attempt to break free.

He opened my trousers and freed my cock; then grabbed hold of her head again, pulling her hair until she obliged and took my half-erect penis into her mouth. It did not stay that way for long and soon she made gargling and retching noises, when he forced my dick deep into her. He pushed and pulled her harder and harder. She gagged and whimpered, but he continued relentlessly until I came into her mouth. She swallowed everything, but with great difficulty.

She will not climax from penetration. But she will enjoy this ...

To my surprise, I got up, my right hand still entangled in her lush hair, tugging her after me into the brushwood, until he found a tree to his liking. He took the jute pouch off her shoulder and propped her up against the tree, raising her arms over her head. He took the small sickle out of the pouch and used it to rip the seams open.

Although she was standing free of any restraint for almost a minute, she made no attempt to flee. Her face was still reddened from excitement and the earlier slaps, her eyes wide open, staring at me with a dreamy, far-away look.

Anatan was a fast learner, as he managed to open the zipper of her dress quickly. It fell to the ground and soon followed her panties. Her hairy, unshaven pussy was moist and hot when my fingers first probed it. Her pubic hair tickled my nose when I sank down onto my knees and started licking her. She moaned and groaned when he parted her labia and pushed it slightly upward to reveal her pea-sized clit. To my surprise, he did not lick her, but rested my lips around her clit, sucking it strongly while massaging her labia with my hand. Ripples of ecstasy shook her body, as he continued this for several minutes. All of a sudden he started flicking her clit with my tongue, very fast, very hard. She screamed, and the whole world exploded into a white and red inferno of energy and light. I felt pulses of energy filling up my very existence, very dense, almost liquid.

My sight returned. I was still on my knees in front of the witch, her face still contorted from ecstasy. But now her expression changed to agony. She seemed to shrivel up, then melt, pieces of flesh ripping off her face and body, drying up at the same time, bones becoming visible; then her body collapsed into itself, forming a strange smouldering heap of indefinable nature on the ground, which then turned into dust. I could not believe my eyes. Only the jute bag on the tree vouched for the reality of what I had just experienced. The heap of dust was scattered by a sudden, icy wind.

One down, three more to go. Let's tarry not. 

'You killed her.'

No, I did not. I took back what was mine. Without my essence she would have been dust centuries ago. Hurry now, back to the carriage. Her final scream might have alerted the villagers. 

I almost ran back to my car, in the foolish attempt to escape my conscience that way also. Arriving behind the wheel, I felt pain in my chest. I lifted my pullover and saw an open slash, which probably stemmed from her sickle, when I had jumped on top of her. What I could not explain, however, was that it was visibly closing. My mind had difficulties processing what my eyes saw. The wound closed up completely and even the skin grew back. A breathless minute later, there was no trace visible.

Now you understand? 

Now I understood.

Dust To Dust

We must act fast and find the others, before they start missing her and grow suspicious. 

I was still not ready to accept what had just happened. He had killed her, although in fact he hadn't. The conflicting thoughts were driving me nuts. I was sure he would be strong enough to overpower me and take over my body completely now, if he wanted to. He would kill three more women if given the chance and I wondered whether I should make myself accessory to that. I could feel it. He was waiting for my decision. There was no good choice. I decided to play along.

I stopped at the nearest petrol station and used some of the money my dad had given me for rent to fill up the tank. The guy at the counter eyed me with a puzzled look; my wound was healed, but there was a blood-stained rip in the fabric and my jacket and trousers were wet and covered with mud.

"Are you all right, son?"

"Yeah, no biggie. I slipped and fell onto a sharp stone in the woods, just a scratch, no worries."

"Always keep your eyes open, son."

"I will bear that in mind."

'I need to change clothes.'

All right. We return to your dwellings. And you need sustenance. Do you have a map of the area? 

'Sure, why?'

This was east. The other three witches will live west, north and south from a centre point of power. In this case the tree where they summoned me. It will be of equal distance from that point. Finding the others will be an easy task. 

I pinpointed the locations south, west and north with a pair of compasses and wrote down the village and street-names. The one in the south was still part of the city proper and Anatan wanted to go there first. He allowed me to eat, rest and shower first though. In the shower I noticed that all the little scratches and bruises from Halloween at the witch tree were gone. And I was feeling incredible, more alive and energetic than I had ever felt.

When I left the house, it was growing dark already again. I had been overcast most of the day, but now the skies had cleared and most luminous stars were sparkling on the deep turquoise sky. The street lights seemed brighter than usual and I felt elated. When we entered the area where the southern witch supposedly lived, I felt a tingling sensation in my spine.

'What is that?'

That is the witch. You sense her as I sense her. You will feel the bond growing stronger. And she is at her home. 

It was a suburban area, lots of detached houses with little patches of land around it.

It is the house over there. 

I knew it also. Anatan's senses were open to me.

It was a bungalow, probably built in the sixties. A tall hedge hid everything but the driveway from view. A black Porsche stood in the driveway. Well, it was a posh area after all, so this witch had apparently chosen a more luxurious lifestyle. With her knowledge accumulated in six hundred years, she sure had had enough opportunities to amass a small fortune.

This must be her carriage. 

'And a pretty sweet ride it is too.'

We need to draw her out of the house, it is no doubt protected. 

'But how? What the fuck are you doing?'

Anatan took control of my body, stepped on the accelerator pedal and swerved the car around. We smashed through her hedge and crashed into the back of her Porsche. The impact was hard; the seat-belt dug painfully into my flesh. My head just about missed the windshield. There was a bang and a loud screeching noise from metal meeting metal. Then her car alarm went off.

The window next to the entrance lit up and then the door opened. Moments later, the witch appeared at my window.

"Oh my God ... what happened? Are you hurt in any way? Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

I lowered my window and looked straight into her eyes.

"That won't be necessary."

I saw her desire. For the first time I could see what Anatan saw. I saw her in a room full of naked, copulating people. She imagined herself right in the middle, being fucked, being watched and watching. The image was so vivid and powerful that my dick twitched in my pants. Anatan took over.

"Turn off the alarm and your silly shield. And then say your spell witch. Your neighbours are arriving."

The witch ran back to the house, picking up crystals that were hidden in the flower beds on her way in. I opened the door with great difficulty, as the impact had wedged it in tight.

A young couple arrived and tried to help me out of the car, pelting me with useless questions. Another man joined us, middle aged and heavily balding, then two more women who kept a respectful distance and watched from the end of the driveway.

The witch re-emerged from the house and shut down the alarm with her remote. She murmured something unintelligible, although I thought I heard words like " ... tempora orgiastica ..." or suchlike. In any case, the neighbours seemed to have shifted their interests from concern and curiosity into concern and curiosity for each other's bodies, as they started feeling each other up. Including the housewife-ish looking ladies, that gave up their vantage point at the driveway and came closer. The witch beckoned everyone inside.

The house was much more impressive from the inside rather than the outside. She did not share Kelly's foible for antiquities, the whole place was ultra-styled, the way you see in home magazines. A large dark-blue round settee framed an abstractly shaped coffee-table. The black furniture was littered with books and small statues, a fruit bowl and crystals of every colour and shape. Only the walls were lit by indirect light. A spacious chair faced a massive flat-screen TV, currently on mute. As soon as they entered the room, the neighbours began undressing. I was feeling rather hot and horny myself.

Leave it to the witch. Well, she has had six hundred years to perfect that spell. Pretty powerful stuff, isn't it? 

'Fucking hell.'

I got my clothes off in record time. The witch put on a porn DVD and unmuted the TV. Then she undressed, slowly, basking in everyone's mesmerised stares, driving everyone to the edge of desire and anticipation. Her short chestnut hair was in stark contrast to her bright grey eyes. Her voluptuous body appeared to be sparkling and was simply irresistible.

Everyone, including me, was drawn to her. She became the centre of a rotating circle of flesh, as we rubbed our bodies against her, touching her wherever we could find a free spot, guiding her to the multi-piece settee, lifting her onto it before she indicated her choice and pulled me on top of her.

That seemed to be the signal for everyone else to busy themselves with each other. One of the housewives took the curious looking cock of the ageing Casanova into her mouth while she received oral treatment from her sister-in-fate. The young couple embarked on a sixty-nine journey with her on top.

The room resounded from all corners with grunts, groans and slurps, real ones mixing with the surround sound of the DVD.

All those were but secondary impressions, dwarfed by the sensation of her clasping my member and tugging me down for a demanding and heated kiss. She had large breasts with big areolas and dark nipples. They were natural, as my closer inspection revealed. I greeted both of them with a circular flicking of the tongue, before suckling lightly.

The room seemed to fill up constantly with new arrivals. More and more people entered, took off their clothes and joined the action. While I drifted down between the witch's legs, a chap who appeared to be even younger than me, confronted the witch with his awesomely thick and reasonably long dick. She did not hesitate and accepted that challenge into her mouth.

Her pubes were shaved into a sharp V, marking the way to her perfectly symmetrical cunt. She had to let go of my dick when I was gliding down her body, but someone else started busying herself with it. It was the wife of the young couple, who had apparently arrived at the mix and match stage, as he was fucking a platinum blonde on the floor.

My fingers spread her juices all over the witch's pussy, invading her sanctorum first with two, then with three fingers. She gyrated her hips and created an anti-clockwise grinding motion on my turning, churning, and occasionally spreading fingers.

The young wife clasped my shaft with her left hand, sucking deliciously slow on my head, depositing the index finger of her right hand into my arsehole, which was a bit painful at first, but then felt glorious. The young chap was about to cum and withdrew his cock from the witch's mouth, only to squirt immediately onto her face. She wiped most of the frosting from her cheek and sampled the gooey white stuff with obvious delight.

However, I did not want to suffer the same fate and reassigned my cock's location to the witch's eager cunt. That young man had had enormous luck in marriage though, my dick had never felt so pumped up and bursting with hardness before. That seemed more than beneficial to the witch, who deposited her legs around my neck to get the full blast. The young wife had found someone new to play with and embraced me from behind, while an elderly gentleman paid a visit to her rear entrance.

Someone was coming violently, a discreet voice in the cacophony of moans, groans, slurps and the sound of bodies slapping together. The witch resumed her grinding motion in good response to my mildly fast thrusting dick. The young wife filled my ear with sounds of pleasure and slight pain, as the older chap really had a go at her arsehole.

The witch revelled in the sights and sounds surrounding her, as well as in my steady deep penetration -- apparently she was one of the lucky women who could enjoy her cervix being hit. She was getting louder by the minute, joining into the choir of people on the brink, where the young wife still delivered an aria of extreme pleasure and progressive pain. I took one of the witch's legs down and changed the angle for variety's sake, increasing the speed in the process.

She began to massage her own breasts, the eyes widening; her mouth agape. Now I was really letting it fly, pounding her as hard as I could. I heard a guy grunting when he came and then the room disappeared into the red-white flash for what appeared to be at least twice as long as the last time. The return to reality was spectacular and sickening at the same time, as I came into already decaying flesh that underwent the same metamorphosis as that of her sister witch, with the notable difference that her pile of dust was laced with cum.




Irresistible



The people around us had either not observed the scene, or simply didn't care, being too busy to fuck each other senseless.

The spell lasts on and will last for several more hours. They will have no memory of all this and return to their homes like sheep. I have seen this spell before. 

Indubitably, it was still working on me as well. I was about to dive between one of the housewife's legs, but Anatan stopped me by taking over.

It does not affect me. And you will be free also as soon as we leave the circle of influence. 

He made my grudging body dress and leave the house. I discovered that my motor was still running. So much for environmentally-friendly driving. Despite its age and crappiness, my trusty car seemed determined to fulfil its destiny and got me out of the driveway without mishap. I had to steer a bit to the left to keep a straight line constantly thereafter, but besides it drove ok. I sincerely hoped that I wouldn't be stopped by a police car, as I had no ideas for a good explanation for the state of the car. A few hundred yards further down the road, my body finally relaxed.

Three Is The Feather

In needed no rest. My body was charged with an unbelievable vitality and strength. Maybe this was how highly trained athletes felt like. Probably on steroids to feel similar. I looked at the next address on our list. The witch living in the west was located close to a pond where I had spent a great deal of my youth, as my then girlfriend used to live there. I actually lost my virginity in one of the countless little bays that were completely hidden from view, unless you were watching from the other side or a rowing boat on the lake.

There were a few houses with gardens that went down to the pond, and hers was the last one in a small row. I could sense her half a mile away. She was not in her house, but somewhere close to the lake, which was surprising, since it was at around nine o'clock in the evening by now and very chilly besides.

Nevertheless, I saw her sitting on a bench very close to the water, sensibly dressed with jeans and a warm fleece jacket. She appeared to be lost in contemplating the reflection of the new moon's thread-thin sickle on the placid water surface. Although she was clearly visible, there was no way to get to her from her property, as every entry point was protected by a field, as I painfully got to realise.

'What now? I don't think my car will withstand another crash.'

Can you swim? Of course you can. And so we will. 

I had to protest at least pro forma, but it was clear that this protest would not amount to anything. Anatan let my body glide noiselessly into the severely cold water. Fortunately it was just a short distance to the landing stage and the bench next to it. But there she would be able to see me.

Confident that I was capable of that feat also, Anatan sent my body diving without further reassurances. The bench was but a yard away from the water and a after a short dive I emerged like a dolphin from the water, propelled myself forward when my feet found ground and snatched her left leg, dragging her with me into the cold, punishing element. Her surprised shriek was cut short, when her entire body was immersed in the water. A second later, I felt a weird tugging sensation and found us both lying on the slippery planks of the landing stage.

Before I could analyse what had just happened, she coughed out some water and her green sparkling eyes opened the gates to her soul. Images of tender, soft sex in candlelight flashed before my eyes.

"Don't blink again, witch. And disable the field."

She nodded and got up after Anatan finally released her leg. I started shivering uncontrollably. The witch picked up some hidden crystals and threw them into the lake, then stood motionless, awaiting my arrival.

'What just happened? How did we get out of the water?'

She blinked. That was one of the two powers they stole from me also. 

'Blinked?'

Yes, you transport yourself to any place you can envision in the blink of an eye. 

'Wow. Cool.'

With a great chattering of my teeth I followed the witch into her house. I sincerely hoped that the reconstituting power of Anatan would prevent pneumonia. In any case, it was time to take off the wet clothing and settle somewhere close to the artificial fireplace, where a gas fuelled flame roared behind a glass pane.

The witch lit candles all around, close to thirty of them, before she undressed as well. Her long red hair reached down all the way over her ample breasts, thoroughly messed up and still dripping from the unscheduled diving action. She curled up like a cat in front of the fireplace. There were goose-pimples on her arms and her nipples were also stiffened by the cold brush. I moved closer, carefully removing wet clingy strands of hair out of her really beautiful face.

The look she gave me was confusing me, so tender and sweet, as if she was in love with me. Her full red lips opened in anticipation when I moved my head to meet them. I just brushed them lightly; then kissed her forehead, while she slowly sank to the floor, her red hair forming a fiery halo on the thick beige carpet. She closed her eyes when my still slightly trembling hands traced her features with utmost delicacy. I slumped down next to her upper body, tenderly stroking her neck and brushing along her arms, until my hands found her and clasped them gingerly, before retracing my path and returning to her shoulders.

She lifted her head a tad, enticing me to kiss her again. I obliged, toying with her tongue, circling around it, then withdrawing it from her mouth and planting the faintest whisper of a lick on the corners of her mouth. I changed my position and lay down next to her, motioning her to turn to her side also, our bodies meeting in a soft embrace, barely touching each other, nevertheless sending shivers of a completely different nature than before throughout my body.

She started caressing my back and shoulders, when we locked into a slightly more involved and seemingly endless kiss, in the course of which we drew each other closer. Very slowly our warm and blissful embrace obtained an element of passion; the warmth changed into heat. We pressed against each other, squirming and turning as we kissed with mounting passion.

I came to lie on top of her; I felt her desire, her face an effigy of arousal and anticipation, the willingness to give herself to me. I felt her opening her legs beneath me and moved down a bit more until my cock brushed against her pussy lips. Her hand reached down to meet it and guide it in. She moaned and winced a little bit when I got in too far too fast. I retracted immediately, pushing back in softly, a little bit deeper each following time, until I went in all the way.

I showered her face with kisses, as we established a slow steady rhythm. She was fairly quiet and passive first, moaning softly and relaxing into the sensation of being fucked, of that exquisite flow our bodies had established. After several minutes, she indicated that she wanted to change positions.

Her body reflected the flickering sheen of the fireplace when she turned me on my back and mounted me, placing her hands on either side of my hips. She seemed to revel in the sensation, heaving and grinding for a few thrusts, then stopping when she managed to get my cock in as deep as she could. She moved a little bit up again, stopping in mid-length and started playing with her vaginal muscles, contracting and relaxing at will, bringing my dick once more to its fullest extent.

She continued riding me, combining the up and downward motion with a matching move back and forth, as far as my rigid cock allowed, halting when moving up a few times, until just my head lingered in her not overly slick glory-hole. The she bent backwards, placing her hands on my shins and rotating her hips around my rejoicing knob at the centre.

She really wanted to feel it now and raised herself up onto her feet, squatting on top of me, now bouncing her hips like a spring. With passion fully alight, she increased the speed more and more, closing her eyes, her mouth twitching with excitement.

As quiet as she had been in the beginning, she really became noisy now, mixing almost squealing sounds with very convinced sounding "Yes" and "Oh yeah" exclamations. It was only Antan's proficient handling of my body that prevented me from coming, as I had been close to it for at least five times by then, but somehow he had always managed to distract me enough to last.

I could sense her build-up; her movements became less coordinated and fiercer still. The last thing I saw were her now wide opened eyes, melting into the red-white swirl, this time interlaced with blue streaks. I was suspended in that moment forever; time stood still and lost its meaning altogether. I felt as light as a feather, when my body consciousness returned moments before my vision.

The witch was gone, only some of her dust clang to my sweaty pelvis, belly and legs. I got onto my feet, my dick still erectly mourning the demise of its late playmate. I picked up my clothing and literally a blink of the eye later found myself standing in my flat.

'What the fuck ...'

I blinked us here. Forget about the car, the damaged front might arouse suspicion. 

He dropped my clothes and blinked me straight into the shower cabin, where I hastened to wash off the witch.

The Joining

I awoke at around six in the morning. I felt different somehow, tingling with energy and power. A deep satisfaction, because of having vanquished the puny creatures that had ensnared and imprisoned me for such a long time. Only a faint whisper reminded me that this did not happen to who I used to be. But who was that? No, I must have been mistaken. I have always been Anatan, and I always will be.

There were several messages from Sarah on the answering machine, asking me more and more desperately to ring her back. I did no such thing, but made myself an extensive breakfast with eggs, bacon and toast, which was then crowned by a quickie with my next door neighbour, whom I met on her way to the office when taking out my rubbish. She might have been not much of an asset to her company after the two helpings of sustenance I got from her, before I left her.

The village the northern witch lived in had lost its rural charm a long time ago. Most farms had been sold and torn down to make space for rather drab one and two-storey buildings, shops and a large carpet dealership. Her house was detached but close to a bakery. I could not sense her; she was obviously not at home. The houses and gardens were way too exposed to hide and wait for her there. I was certain she had protected her house in the same manner as the others had.

I had no choice but to hide in one of the other houses close by, and no difficulty finding a perhaps thirty year old woman to invite me back to her house and suck my cock to while away the waiting time. Just when I was about to return the favour, I felt the witch approaching slowly; so she wasn't using a car. I hurried to get my clothes back on, ignoring the bewildered and disappointed look on the woman's face -- she wouldn't remember a thing about this episode anyway.

I was lucky not to materialise in sight of everyone else though and, following a sudden intuition, entered the bakery, where just one other customer was present, who paid as I awaited my turn to be served by a woman of truly massive proportions. She looked at me with the customary curiosity of someone living in a rather closed community.

"What can I do for you, luv?"

"I am not sure yet ... Why don't you take care of that young lady here first, while I make up my mind ..."

I was pointing at the witch, who had just entered the shop that very moment. She was wearing jogging pants and a sweat shirt that really deserved that name, obviously returning from a run.

"Good morning Alice, darling. Had a good run? The usual?"

The witch acknowledged my presence and courtesy with a brief nod, before turning to the fat woman.

"Morning, Hannah. Thank you, it felt great actually. Yeah, the usual ... and a couple of cherry tarts. After that workout, I am entitled to sin a little bit ..."

I grinned and addressed her directly to get her attention ... and eyes ...

"Oh ... tarts ... Now that sounds like a lovely idea."

Predictably, her eyes wandered to meet mine. Her desire manifested before my eyes.

"Fuck!"

I couldn't help it, I just blurted out my disdain and frustration. Her desire did not involve men. She was one hundred percent lesbian.

I was defeated without a fight. My mind raced, I mumbled a "Sorry, think I have forgotten something" and stormed out of the bakery, around the next corner and blinked myself back to my flat. I screamed out my anguish, before starting to trash my furniture. Through the haze of my rage, I heard the phone ringing. I stumbled through piles of rubbish and timber to get to it.

"Finally! Where the fuck have you been? I left like ten messages on your bloody machine."

It was Sarah, sounding annoyed and genuinely concerned at the same time.

"Oh, I just hooked up with a few girls ..."

"Plonker. A few girls ... winding up an old witch is not nice, you know?"

She snickered.

"Anyway ... It is time for a few more lessons. And if you are a good boy, maybe I teach you a few more, including how to treat an older woman respectfully ... and such."

"Wonderful. I can't wait. Can you pick me up though, I have had a little accident with my car and now it is at a garage ..."

"Oh dear, what happened? Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I don't have a scratch. Just lost control and smashed into a parking car. So ... you'll pick me up?"

"Sure ... in about an hour?"

"Great. I'll see you then ... Bye."

"Ok. Bye."

I put down the receiver, as the options and possibilities unfolded before my eyes. Sarah ... Yes, now that witch better be strong and powerful. Then I would be able to turn this defeat into triumph at last.

I answered her on the intercom and told her that I would come down, thus eschewing an explanation for my "redecorated" flat. Her small hatchback was parked right in front of my house. I got in and waited for the inevitable moment where our eyes would meet.

I was not altogether surprised or unprepared. My previous, naïve self would have reeled at the images before my mind's eye. I saw her slashing and maiming a young man, drinking his blood, smearing her naked body with it, riding him to death. Good witch, my arse. This was as dark as it gets, that woman had nothing but malice and wickedness in her heart, and magic as black as the darkest night.

Her eyes were inquisitive, probing. I saw through her little scheme in an instant. She had set the fool that I had been up big time. She wanted me, Anatan, to break free and deliver her from the second coven, probably grant her some additional boons. After all, they actually were good witches. Or had been, save one.

"Anatan I suppose?"

"Clever little witch."

She could hardly contain her excitement, riddled with fear and the stench of greed.

"I was sure I could make it happen."

"So what do you hope to gain from this?"

"Everything."

"You speak in riddles ... wasn't it you who told me that we have to ask for what we really want in order to obtain it?"

She smiled a wicked smile.

"Yes ... I suppose I did ... Isn't it obvious? I want ... immortality!"

"And you believe I will grant you that? Freely?"

"Yes. You might be half demon now, but I can still read you like a book. You need something from me, something to defeat one or several of the witches."

"And that makes you think you can bargain with me?"

"A fair trade is all I am looking for. A pact. A contract. I give you everything you need and you give me what I desire."

She was a wily one. But she couldn't possibly know that much about me and my abilities. I could play her like a fiddle.

"Agreed then. I don't need much of you, mind you. Just your body for a few hours."

I had expected a stronger reaction. She simply nodded and started the car. A nagging suspicion occupied my mind throughout the journey to her place.

Her house was unprotected. She had been expecting me, obviously. This time she led me straight into her cellar, where I had not been before.

Only a few candles lit the scene, revealing the insignia of dark magic. A large, altar-like stone table at the centre of the dingy room, with a pentagram right in the middle. The restraints on each side and the unmistakable red stains on the pentagram led me to believe that she wasn't only fantasizing about her special needs. A shelf filled with vials and bottles, containing liquids of many colours, blinking and sparkling in the candle light. Books that looked ancient enough to have come from my time. Two skulls on a laboratory table in a corner, used as candle holders; which had been a silly cliché already at my time; the cocks in translucent liquids however had a rather unique and individual touch.

"Lie down on the table and let me do the rest."

"I hope you know what you are doing?"

"Yes. I will drag your spirit out of this body and let it join with mine. I will have to restrain you, so that the body will not wander off, while we are gone."

"You believe me foolish enough to allow you to do that?"

"Double-cross a powerful demon like yourself? How stupid do you think I am? No, you have to trust me, as I trust you to fulfil your end of the bargain."

No harm really in agreeing. First of all, I would be able to inhabit any body I wanted once I was reconstituted. I could blink out of the restraints if I chose to return to that one as well. I felt a certain sentimentality for this body. In any case, I would kill her at the earliest opportunity. She was too dangerous to be left alive.

"As you say. It would be foolish to go up against me."

I lowered myself onto the large granite desktop and her to place the restraints around my wrists. Then she took some time to compose herself before the ritual.

The room was charging up with energy when she held the large blue crystal ten inches above my head, chanting the Obligato to the forces of darkness to assist her in her strife. A swirl of light seemed to suck me into oblivion, then spat me out again, looking down at the body I had just inhabited.

It felt strange to be in a female body. Almost automatically I touched "my" tits and pussy.

'Hey, hey, hey. No time to play around, is there?'

I attempted to probe her mind and memories. She managed to block away a good deal from me, no idea how. Again, the suspicion that I had underestimated her.

'No peeking either. That is no way to treat a lady ...'

I grinned with my new face. I started liking that feisty little witch. Rotten to the core; dangerous as fuck.

I stared at the empty shell of a body, senselessly straining against the restraints, the legs moving queerly across the table.

'We'd better restrain the feet as well, before he hurts himself.'

I allowed her to complete that task while revealing my plan to her. I wanted to ambush the northern witch on her morning run. But for some reason or the other, she had even less patience than me.

'I could ring her and draw her out of her house under some pretext. I am sure she will suspect nothing, as she doesn't know me at all.'

Of course, that was the better option. After all, the more time passed, the more likely it became that she did become aware of the missing witches and made the whole thing more difficult in trying to flee or fight.

Agreed. Make it so. 

Forces Of Darkness, Forces Of Light

She rang her up without further ado and we took her small car to the meeting place, a parking space for hikers at the woods close to her village. We could have blinked there of course, but I wasn't about to reveal my power to her as yet, still not knowing what she knew about me.




Irresistible



"Well, we're leaving Dad."

I glanced back over my recliner to see my nineteen year old daughter Julie and her two friends heading for the front door behind me. I turned the volume down on the television. 

"You guys aren't going to wait for Sarah?" I asked her puzzled.

Julie threw her hands up. "We've been waiting for an hour now. She knew what time we were supposed to leave."

"She does this every time," said Cassie, one of Julie's friends.

"Yeah and it's starting to really tick me off," Julie complained. "Sarah already stood me up for the concert last year, and for the air show last month, and all for stupid guys who don't give a crap about her. Besides, we were supposed to already be at Tamara's birthday party at five to help her set up stuff."

I shrugged. "Well, that's fine sweetheart. Just drive careful and remember if you guys need a ride home, please call me."

I made sure I emphasized the last part. I knew that a bunch of nineteen year old girls weren't going to throw a completely innocent birthday party for their friend. I didn't mind Julie having a little fun, and I knew she would probably be drinking tonight, but I trusted her. She had basically been the woman of the house ever since her mother had left us anyway.

"Dad, I told you we are staying at Tamara's place," Julie reminded me. "We're gonna be fine." 

She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door. 

"Bye Dad, love you," Julie said as she slipped out the door.

"Love you, too, honey," I called after her.

I turned to watch her two friends strut out of the house behind her. They were Julie's age and quite beautiful, and tonight they were wearing tight revealing clothes and high heels. I caught a glimpse at her friend Hannah's thick ass that was practically bursting from her tiny blue jean shorts. I shook my head as the front door closed, trying to brush away the impure thoughts that were creeping into my mind. The girls were all in community college, and all nineteen or twenty years of age, but it still felt wrong when I let my naughtier instincts take hold of me. 

I flipped through the channels on the television for a while before settling on an old action flick that I had seen a hundred times. I could tell it was going to be a long boring Saturday night. I started to worry a bit about Julie and I glanced at my phone on the end table beside my recliner. It crossed my mind to call her later to make sure they had arrived at her friend's house okay. 

She'll be fine, I thought to myself. She's young and having fun. If I called her she would just end up scolding me again, and I knew she had a good head on her shoulders anyway. 

I fetched myself a beer from the refrigerator and plopped back down on my recliner. No sooner than I did, the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes. 

"It's open!" I called to the door. "Come on in!"

I figured that Julie or one of her friends had forgotten something and had come back. I heard the door open behind me as I continued to watch the movie on the television.

"Hey, Mr. Harris, what's up?" I heard a young woman say.

I turned to see who had entered the house. To my surprise, I saw Julie's friend Sarah closing the front door. She was the one that the girls had been waiting on to show up.

Immediately, I felt a little nervous. Sarah had been friends with my daughter for quite a while. She was also nineteen years old and had gone to school with Julie. Sarah was a huge flirt and she was gorgeous. What made it worse was that she knew she was gorgeous. She had a slim athletic build and was tall for a girl, probably closer to six feet tall than five. Sarah's chocolate brown hair was always beautiful. It was long, shiny, and so soft looking, and it complimented her tan skin very well. 

Today she was wearing a dangerously short, frilly, yellow skirt decorated with flower patterns. She wore a very tight and low cut white tank top, which might as well have been see through, for I could clearly make out her sexy white and black bra beneath the fabric. It was always hard not to stare at Sarah's breasts, for they were a pretty nice C cup size, and she was never shy about flaunting them.

Sarah's heels were audible on the hardwood floor every time she took a step. She walked into the living room giving a brief glance at the movie I was watching. As she did, I couldn't help but stare at the back of her thighs where her petite ass was almost visible beneath her short skirt. I was almost caught staring at her when she looked at me.

"Is Julie upstairs?" Sarah asked me.

"Uh, no," I replied as my gaze fell on her enthralling hazel eyes. "They waited up for you but they left about fifteen minutes ago."

"Dang!" Sarah said with disappointment. "My phone died or I would have called them. I'm always so forgetful about crap like this."

I swallowed hard trying not to let my eyes wander up her long tan legs.

"If you left you could probably catch them," I suggested. 

She shook her head and swept her long silky brown hair over her shoulder.

"I can't," Sarah told me. "My sister just dropped me off. She's headed to the movies with her boyfriend and I know she won't come back for me. She already made me give her gas money for bringing me here."

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"Out of town," Sarah answered. "I'll just give Julie a call and see if she'll come back and get me."

Sarah turned and headed back for the door where she had dropped her small purse. I knew I should turn around and watch television, but I couldn't take my eyes off of this girl. It was always this way when Sarah came over. I could remember when she had spent the night with Julie one weekend when the girls first started college. To bed Sarah had worn a little tanktop that exposed her flat stomach, and a pair of tiny gym shorts that were far too small for her. She must have caught me checking her out at least a hundred times that night.

I watched in awe from my chair as Sarah bent over with her back turned to me and fumbled around in her purse for something. Her short skirt lifted just enough for me to see the bottom of her tight tan ass. I could see the honey yellow thong that split her cheeks, as well as where it cupped her most exclusive treat between her thighs. I stared breathlessly for several seconds while my dick filled with blood in my pants. Sarah then stood up straight again after retrieving her phone, at which point I quickly turned around in my seat.

I sat staring at the television screen, trying to fight off the impure thoughts in my head. I shouldn't think this way about Sarah, I told myself. She is my daughter's age for heaven's sake. I tried to get a hold of myself. I thought of everything I could to try to get my pulsing dick to shrink.

"C'mon, Julie," I heard Sarah say under her breath. "Pick up."

I drained the rest of my beer and rose from my recliner. I retrieved another beer from the refrigerator and gulped half of it down, hoping that Sarah would find a ride soon. Thinking back, I realized I had never been in the house alone with her before. I returned to the living room to find Sarah lounging on the couch beside my recliner, her feet tucked underneath her as she leaned back against the cushions and tapped away on her phone. I fought the urge to soak in the view of her smooth bare legs and headed straight for my chair. Sarah glanced up as I passed her.

"No one is answering their phone," Sarah told me with a sigh.

I took another sip of my beer. "Do you want me to call Julie?"

She shook her head and gave me a heart melting smile.

"You shouldn't do that, Mr. Harris," Sarah said. "Julie is probably just mad at me. I've stood her up so many times before. I'm just gonna try to get a hold of one of my other friends that lives on campus to see if she will pick me up."

"Y-you don't have to do that," I said with a nervous stutter. "I could take you to the party and drop you off."

Sarah smiled and her eyes flicked down to my hand. "I wouldn't want to make a bad role model out of you, would I?"

I followed her gaze to the beer in my hand. Smooth, I thought, real smooth.

"Oh, right," I said embarrassed. 

"Is it alright if I just hang out here while I try to get a hold of someone?" Sarah asked.

The look on Sarah's face was pleadingly hopeful. It made it extremely difficult to consider telling her no, though an alarm was sounding in my head. This was a recipe for disaster. I already knew how big of a flirt she was, and Julie had told me of her wild and eccentric nature. Evil temptations were eating at me, and I didn't want to give myself the chance to succumb. I didn't know what else to do, though. Sarah was stuck.

"Of course you can," I answered. 

Sarah grinned at me and I felt my chest grow warm from the gesture. I showed no visible emotion, but continued to pretend to watch the television. Sarah rose suddenly and headed for the kitchen.

"You mind if I grab a drink, Mr. Harris?" She called to me.

"You know you're always welcome, Sarah," I replied. 

She returned a moment later and this time, she took a seat in the other recliner on the opposite side of the couch which was well in my view. At first I tried not to look her way, though her long tan legs teased me in my peripheral vision. Then I heard the hiss and snap of a can opening. I glanced over to see that Sarah had helped herself to one of my beers.

"Whoa, whoa," I said. "You can't have one of those. You're twenty." 

Sarah gave me a flirtatious grin.

"Oh, C'mon Mr. Harris," She giggled. "I'll be legal in like eight months. Besides, I'm not driving anywhere or doing anything crazy. I'm here with you. You can chaperone me."

"But I'm not supposed to," I retorted. "Remember, that would make me a bad role model." 

Sarah gave me an innocent little smile. "I won't tell anyone if you don't," she offered. "It's what Julie and the rest of the girls are probably doing tonight, anyway."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, really? Well, I suspected so. You guys think you're pretty slick, but you forget that we parents were once your age, too."

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "We're young. We just wanna have as much fun as possible while we still can. What's so bad about that?"

"Well, it's not evil," I replied. "But I still don't think I should let you drink here."

Sarah sighed and gave me an almost sheepish smile. She leaned forward in her chair and set the beer can on the coffee table. As she did, I caught a glimpse down her tanktop at her bronze cleavage before her silky chocolate hair fell forward to shield her chest. 

"Fine," Sarah conceded. "Just for you I won't drink."

"Thank you," I said with my best smile.

Sarah put her phone to her ear again for a moment before tossing it to the couch.

"Still no answer," she reported with a sigh.

Sarah studied the TV for a while, and I couldn't help but study her. She twirled a finger in her soft straight hair absently, and I could see that her wrist was decorated with a dozen bracelets, all colored to match her outfit. From the corner of my eye, I peered through her thin white tank top at the cups of her bra. It was white, embellished with black lace in the shape of a butterfly where the cups met, with one wing on each cup. I traced the length of her long bronze legs to her simple white and beige cork heels that left the tops of her feet exposed. Her toenails, as well as her fingernails, were painted yellow. I glanced up to her eyes, and I noticed the way she had blended her eye shadow with colors of gold and whisps of grey, making her bright hazel eyes stand out beautifully.

Sarah absently ran her tongue across her top teeth as she watched TV, and I saw that her tongue was pierced as she bit gently on a yellow colored ball on the stud. I felt my dick growing along my thigh in my pants. She was so lovely and young, and my breath caught in my chest just looking at her.

Sarah then glanced my way and my eyes darted quickly back to the TV screen. I felt my face flushing with a hint of embarrassment, for I knew she must have caught me watching her. She adjusted in the chair to face me.

"Do you ever get lonely, Mr. Harris?" Sarah asked me.

I was at a loss for words.

"Like, because I never see you dating anyone or going out much," Sarah said brushing her hair over her ear. "And Julie says you never remarried."

I thought for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

"I... I dated a few people for a while," I told her. "But I guess I just focused more on raising Julie. Now it seems like she raises me sometimes."

Sarah's hazel eyes studied me mysteriously. Again I saw the yellow ball of her tongue piercing glide across her lip as she played with it absently. 

"You're a good dad, ya' know," she told me. "Julie really loves you."

"Uh, thanks, I guess," I said with a nervous laugh.

I took a sip of beer, avoiding Sarah's honey colored gaze. I felt my breathing become a stutter and my arms and legs felt weak. I glanced over as Sarah made another call on her phone. She waited for several moments before tossing it aside in frustration.

"Shit!" She said. Immediately her eyes widened and she looked my way.

"Oh... sorry, Mr. Harris," Sarah said bashfully. "It slipped."

I shrugged and said, "You're a big girl now, you can say what you want."

Sarah gave me a look over and smiled. "I just feel bad cursing in front of you. You're almost like family or something."

"But drinking beer in front of me is okay?" I pointed out. 

Sarah grinned and bit her lip.

"You know what?" I said. "You can drink it. I guess it is kind of unfair that your friends are having fun and you aren't. I'd wanna drink, too."

"Cool," Sarah giggled, reaching for the can. "You're pretty sweet, Mr. Harris."

I could feel myself blushing. I tried to focus on the movie, but I felt Sarah's eyes still watching me.

"You don't ever get bored sitting at home alone while Julie goes out and has fun?" Sarah asked suddenly.

"I have my friends, too," I told her. "And sometimes Julie and I go and do stuff together."

"Still, though," Sarah said. "It has to get lonely."

Sarah ran played with her hair as she spoke, and I could see her eyes wandering up and down my body slowly. 

"I-I guess," I stuttered. "It's not that bad."

Sarah bit her lip thoughtfully, which seemed to be a nervous habit of hers. Every time she did, I felt like melting.

"I'll hang out with you tonight," she said. "It's not like I'm going anywhere soon, anyway." 

I rubbed my short black hair nervously.

"Uh, sure," I said. "I mean, don't you wanna go live it up tonight, though? It's Saturday night, surely there's something fun you could be doing besides sitting here with me."

Sarah shrugged and made a face. "Everyone I know is pretty much at Tamara's party. Besides, who says we couldn't have fun, too?"

I laughed awkwardly. Sarah took several sips of beer and turned again to the movie. I couldn't help but shoot a nervously glance her way. Just as I did, she crossed her legs. Her short skirt slipped up and her left leg was now almost completely exposed to me now. I could basically see the side of her tan ass. I bit down on my tongue hard, unable to avert my eyes. Her large breasts heaved up and down steadily with her every breath.

I knew this shouldn't be happening. Sarah shouldn't be here alone with me, but she was so gorgeous that I couldn't bring myself to find a way for her to leave. Many times I had fantasized about her in my head even though I knew it was wrong. I was torn even more now with my eyes glued to her flawless young body. The truth was that I didn't want Sarah to leave, and I couldn't make her as long as she looked at me with such a pretty face. 

Sarah took a sip of beer and a trickle escaped her lips and dripped down her smooth chin. I watched as she took her thumb and gingerly wiped at the corner of her lips. I longed for those lips to be locked with mine, or for them to be around my hard dick.

I was startled from my trance when Sarah glanced over at me suddenly. My eyes met hers this time and I knew I was caught. At first she seemed to not notice. Then, I saw something change in her hazel eyes as they twinkled and a slow smile spread across her face.

"Can I sit with you, Mr. Harris?" Sarah suddenly asked.

I was stunned, unsure of what to say or do. Before I could think of something, Sarah had risen from her chair and was walking slowly toward me. I shifted uncomfortably in my recliner while my mind raced, searching for a logical action to take. She came to stand right in front of me wearing a half smile. 

"Just let me get these shoes off," Sarah mumbled softly.

She bent over as she had done earlier and unfastened the straps of her heels. The whole time, she was looking up at me with those hazel eyes. From this angle, I could see down her shirt and into her bra. Her tan breasts rested within, jiggling with her every movement.

"Uh, w-what..." I stammered, "Sarah... w-what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna sit with you," Sarah told me as she stood up straight and kicked off her heels.

"Sarah... y-you shouldn't do that," I stuttered nervously. "This... this isn't right...."

Sarah's bent knee was already making its way onto my recliner beside my upper thigh.

"C'mon, Mr. Harris," she purred. "Don't you want me to sit with you?"

Her other leg was now beside me as Sarah straddled me in my recliner. I had never been this close to her. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my nose as her body drew close to mine. I looked up as she placed her arms on the top of the chair. She gazed down at me sweetly, and her eyes and her smile turned me to butter. Her breasts jutted out before me. Her chocolate hair hung down just inches from my face.

Everything was happening fast and I felt cornered and trapped. I wrestled with my emotions, for I wanted to push her off of me, but at the same time my excitement grew with every second.

"Sarah," I said sternly, "you have to get off of me."

Sarah's eyes met mine again. Gazing into them I could tell she was in no hurry at all to get off of my lap.

"Why?" Sarah whispered.

"This... this isn't right," I told her with a quiver in my voice. "I'm twice your age... you're ... you're my daughter's best friend."

Sarah placed her soft cheek against my own as she drew her lips close to my ear. Her touch sent shivers through my body.

"But you said I was a big girl now, Mr. Harris," she moaned into my ear. "Why can't you treat me like a big girl?"

My fingers dug into the arm of my recliner, fighting the urge to grab her. My eyes closed as the smell of her silky hair intoxicated me. An uncontrollable whimper escaped my lips. Sarah breathed a warm sigh into my ear and I felt my dick strain between my thigh and my pants. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

I came to my senses and my hands shot down to Sarah's legs as I attempted to push her off of my lap. She sat up straight and gave me a playfully wicked grin. Her small slender hands found mine on her thighs. She rubbed and groped them gently and I froze and looked up at her. She licked her lips seductively, the stud in her tongue sliding back and forth slowly. 

"I like your hands on me," Sarah said. "They feel so rough and strong."

I felt her hands pulling mine, guiding them up and around her tan thighs.

"Sarah, no!" I hissed.

Looking up into her hazel eyes, I knew that I couldn't stop her unless I threw her off of me. Our hands slid under her frilly flowered skirt together and over her petite ass. The sensation I felt was amazing. Her tight ass was smooth and cool. Sarah lifted her soft hands from mine and placed her arms around my neck. I couldn't bring myself to let go of her ass. I felt so horrible and guilty but so ecstatic. 

I was now locked in her hypnotizing gaze. Sarah was so beautiful that it hurt me inside just to look at her. She inched her face slowly toward mine.




Irresistible



Just when I thought our lips would touch, I felt her roll her hips up into my lap and back again in a slow calculated manner and then ease to a stop. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and gave me a breathtaking smile. She rubbed her hand through my hair on the back of my head and touched her forehead to mine. Again her hips rolled forward and back again slowly and easily, like a lazily drifting wave lapping at a shoreline. My hands moved with her ass, and I instinctively felt my hands pulling her to me, guiding her along.

Sarah placed one of her slender hands on my cheek and turned my face to hers. Her head cocked to the side and her eyes closed slowly as she brought her lips to mine. I could have sworn that I felt an arc of electricity fire just before our lips gently met. The kiss was long and soft. She didn't use her tongue, but just pressed her lips to mine. I felt her hips roll into me again ever so slowly.

I wanted to fight against her. I felt horrible and repulsed. I felt like a criminal, but it was too late. I was hooked. I was intoxicated by Sarah. I couldn't fight her. I gave myself to her. Sarah's lips opened and mine followed, and her tongue eased into my mouth and gently licked at my own. I was reluctant to kiss her back at first but it felt so good that I couldn't resist. My hands squeezed her tight little ass firmly.

Sarah suddenly climbed off of me. I at once felt cold and alone, abandoned by her embrace. She stood before me and bent to unfasten my pants. Alarms were ringing in my brain like crazy, but I made no move to stop her. I was petrified. My breathing started to quicken as Sarah began to pull my blue jeans down to my ankles. My senses were in pandemonium now as I sat in my briefs before my daughter's nineteen year old best friend. My throbbing hard dick was clearly visible now pressing against the fabric of my underwear, begging to be freed.

Sarah smiled at me and licked her teeth with her tongue stud again. She reached under her skirt and pulled down her yellow thong panties. My heart skipped several beats as she flung them aside and reached down for my underwear. Sarah grasped the waistband and pulled my briefs slowly down. My cock sprung free and I saw her glow with excitement. When my underwear was at my ankles, Sarah moved around to kneel over my right thigh.

"Sarah..." I heard myself gasp. "Stop...."

Sarah looked up at me and grinned. "You don't mean that."

Her hand was then around the base of my dick. She moved it up and down the length of my rod slowly and gently, her hazel eyes twinkling like a hungry cat's. The feel of her hand sent orgasmic jolts through my body. I was having more trouble breathing and my hands were visibly trembling now.

"Wow, Mr. Harris," Sarah said softly. "You've got a pretty big dick."

"Sarah, please," I breathed.

Her eyes locked on mine and she opened her mouth. She guided my dick towards her lips and her tongue came out to lick at my engorged head. I let out a moan. Sarah continued, running her tongue up the length of my shaft and back down. She then opened wide and took my dick inside. My eyes bulged as I felt her warm mouth slide down my hard cock. Her tongue worked slowly along the sensitive skin of my dick, and I felt her stud flicking and sliding as well.

Sarah was slow and methodical. She slid her mouth down my dick to where her hand clutched the base and then eased back to my tip, where she would run her tongue and its stud in circles around my pulsing head. After only a few minutes, Sarah withdrew from my glistening cock. She gave the hole in my tip a small lick, dabbing it in my precum.

I watched with escalating anxiety as Sarah stood and started to straddle me once more.

"Oh my god," was all I could say.

She was back in my lap now, her hazel eyes peering into mine hungrily. She placed one arm around my neck, and I knew what she was doing with her other. I had no time to think as her face was suddenly close to mine again, our lips meeting again in another sensual kiss. Our mouths opened and closed, our tongues brushing each other's gently each time.

I felt her reach between us and take hold of my shaft softly. I then felt the head of my cock touch something warm and moist. While still kissing me, Sarah moved my cock back and forth slowly, stirring it into her with ease. My head then slid inside of her and was enveloped in such a sweet warmth that it stole my breath. Sarah didn't crash down onto me immediately, but instead bobbed her hips up and down with ease, each time swallowing more and more of my hard cock inside of her.

When I was fully inside of her, Sarah broke our kiss and leaned away slightly. I felt the slow roll of her hips again, but this time I felt the lips of her flower sliding around my dick and pulling me deep within her. A slow gasp escaped from Sarah's lips. Our eyes were locked as she rode me gently. I watched her soft hair sway with her movements. I could see the faintest hint of tiny brown freckles under her eyes. I could see her lips tremble slightly with every slow breath. She studied me similarly with her hazel eyes, though I had no idea what she might have been thinking. However, she appeared to be enjoying herself.

I wanted to say something to her but I didn't have a clue what it would be. Sarah drew in close again and laid her head beside mine. My hands slipped around her back and drew her into my arms. Her slender body felt wonderful in my embrace. She continued to roll her hips slowly but deeply, and the sensation in my pulsing hard cock was overwhelming. I already felt a huge orgasm building. 

I was fucking a nineteen year old girl. I still felt guilty and wrong, but it was no match to the feel of her body and being inside of her. If anything, it actually heightened the sensation. 

I felt Sarah's tongue suddenly on my neck. She licked my neck and kissed it gently. When she stopped, I felt her hot breath wash down my neck as well. My cock pulsed harder inside of her. She kissed my cheek, working her way back to my mouth. Our lips found each other and we kissed again.

I noticed that Sarah picked up her pace just slightly. My hands felt their way up along her long tan thighs, under her skirt, and around her ass to squeeze her tight little cheeks. I pulled her into me now, lost on her gently rolling tide. I could feel her ass cheeks clenching slowly now in my palms.

It was getting to be too much already. I was about to cum and fast. I broke our kiss frantically and gasped.

"Sarah, wait, stop!" I blurted out. "Please stop! I-I c-can't!" 

She brought her lips close to mind again, her sexy hazel eyes drawing me in to her spell once more.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," she said soothingly. "I want it."

I couldn't handle it all. My cock pumped inside of Sarah, filling her with my warm cum. She felt it and slowed her hips and leaned in to kiss me. Our eyes were open as our lips pressed together. She watched me as I moaned underneath her, pleased at the sight of me. My body was rocked by the intense orgasm as Sarah's tongue slipped in and out of my mouth. I crushed her against me and held her in my arms as I spilled the rest of my seed into her.

When I had finished cumming, our kiss was broken and we both gasped and moaned quietly with our foreheads pressed together. A wave of reality washed over me and I remembered where I was and what was happening. I felt a hot stab of guilt in my chest. This beautiful young woman, my daughter's best friend, was in my lap with my spent cock inside of her. What had I done? She was only nineteen!

"Oh my god...." I heard myself whisper. 

My eyes closed as I prayed that I was dreaming. Then I felt Sarah's hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see that her beautiful face was closing in for a kiss. I panicked and shoved her back. Sarah put her hands up defensively. Her lovely eyes were wide with surprise. 

"Please get off of me Sarah," I demanded. 

Sarah stared at me puzzled. She raised an eyebrow.

"You seemed to be enjoying this a second ago," she purred.

I glared at her. "Get. Off. Now."

Sarah sighed and rolled her eyes. She slid herself off of my dick and climbed from my lap. My worn flaccid cock hung sticky and used between my thighs. She stood before me, adjusting her panties and straightening her shirt. I stood and quickly pulled my pants back up and fastened them. 

I couldn't bear to look at Sarah. She headed for the stairs behind me by the front door.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I heard her say.

"I'll find you a ride," I retorted coldly.

I was sitting in my recliner while Sarah cleaned herself upstairs. I felt awful. I couldn't believe that I had let her take advantage of me like that. Or was it the other way around? Either way I should have stopped her, but I had given in to her like a smitten school boy. I shuttered at the thought of Julie ever finding out about what we had done. I knew it would either repulse her or severely hurt her feelings. It would definitely ruin her friendship with Sarah, and probably with me as well.

Images of Sarah came fluttering back in my head. She was still undeniably beautiful. Though it was the wrong thing to do, letting her fuck me had been a fantasy of mine that was now fulfilled. It still melted my insides to picture her in my head. Being inside of her had been intoxicating, like I was in an unbreakable trance in which all I could think of was her and her body.

After I had gone repeatedly to the kitchen and drank several more beers, I heard Sarah descending the stairs. I looked up when she entered the living room. She was wearing the same tanktop and skirt, but she had washed her brown hair and her face was clear of makeup, and still she was gorgeous. Her hazel eyes were just as tantalizing as before and her hair looked even more shiny and perfect. I bit hard on my tongue when I saw her tank top, for it was damp and clung to her breasts and her bra tightly. I could see every contour of her slender body beneath that shirt.

"I... I called a cab for you," I said nervously.

I dug in my pocket and held out two twenty dollar bills for her.

"This should get you wherever you need to go," I told her.

Sarah studied me for a second before stepping forward to take the bills.

"You know," she said, "You can have it for free, Mr. Harris. I'm not that kind of girl."

I shot her a stern look.

"Kidding," she said with a nervous laugh. She then stared at the floor for a few moments in silence, straightening the bills in her hand. 

Sarah took a seat on the couch. Neither of us said a word for quite some time. Soon, there was a honk from outside as Sarah's cab arrived. She rose to retrieve her purse and slipped into her heels. I heard her open the front door. 

"Mr. Harris?" Sarah said.

I turned to look at her shamefully. She was so beautiful, even as natural as she stood now without makeup. She gave me a warm smile and bit her lip. 

"I'm gonna give you more," she told me. "I know you'll want it, too."

With that said, Sarah gave me a quick look up and down before she turned and walked through the door, closing it gently behind her.