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Strange Bedfellows

By: daverh



The saying goes, “Politics makes strange bedfellows.”  I don’t know about “strange,” but in this case certainly interesting.  In my state, the political process begins in election years with local precinct caucuses in the spring.  Delegates are elected at these to the district conventions, where delegates are elected to the state convention.  Delegates there are elected to the national conventions.

About thirty years ago, I still believed that everyone could affect the outcome of elections.  I attended my local precinct caucus that spring feeling like a good citizen.  It was there that I met Marilyn who looked to be in her mid thirties, as was I.  It turns out we had similar views and were both pretty vocal about them.  To make a long story short, we were both elected delegates to the district convention.  After the meeting, we chatted about families.  We were both married with children.  Marilyn was a pleasant person and a good-looking lady.  She was dressed conservatively, but obviously had a body to die for, even after three kids.  I suggested we drive together to the district convention.  She agreed and we exchanged phone numbers and addresses.

A few weeks later, I picked Marilyn up in the morning.  She was waiting on the front porch, dressed more for a date than a serious meeting.  She wore a dress that fit snugly around her breasts and hips, accentuating both.  The neckline was scooped and showed a hint of cleavage.  She hopped in the car next to me and bounced over to my side.  (No bucket seats back then.)  As she bounced, so did her gorgeous breasts.  My prick began to grow in response as I backed out of her drive.

It was only an hour drive to the convention, but with Marilyn’s hip against mine, it didn’t seem long enough.  I couldn’t place the perfume, but it was very sexy.  I parked a few blocks from the meeting and came around the car to help Marilyn out.  She slid over, opening her legs enough to show me stocking tops and a quick view of panties.  I offered her a hand that she took.  Once out of the car, she didn’t drop my hand.  We continued to hold hands like a couple of teenagers as we walked to the meeting site.  At the door, we agreed to meet there after the convention.  She squeezed my hand and we went our separate ways.

I won’t bore you with the politics.  I was thinking more about Marilyn than politics anyway.  She clearly seemed ready for a more physical relationship.  I was hot for her too, but I had never been unfaithful either.  My conscience and my cock battled all day.  By the end of the day, my cock had won.  In the course of things, however, I did get elected a delegate to the state convention.

I waited for Marilyn in front of the convention center for only a few minutes.  She bounced out and up to me with the same energy as in the morning.  This time she threw her arms around me in a big hug.  Her breasts pushed hard into me proving they were all her.  She also pushed her hips forward where she must have felt my hardening cock.  She was one excited lady in more ways than one.  She had also been elected a delegate to state.  When she heard I had been also, I got another hard hug.  She asked if we could go together, and I said I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter Two

When we got back to the car, Marilyn told me she wasn’t ready to go home yet.  I suggested we go for dinner and she agreed.  As I drove, Marilyn’s hand was on my leg.  I pulled into the parking lot of a local Italian restaurant and parked in the back.  I had barely turned off the ignition when Marilyn was in my arms.  She gazed into my eyes with a hungry look and we kissed.  As we worked on each other’s tonsils, she took my hand and pressed it to her breast.  Her other hand went from my leg to my crotch.  



I moved my hand on her breast to the scoop of her dress and inside.  Her nipple was hard a rock and I squeezed hard making her moan.  While she was rubbing my cock, I moved my other hand under her skirt.  She opened her legs and gave me access to her panties.  As we rubbed, we were both getting close to orgasm.  I didn’t want to shoot in my pants, so I pulled down the zipper and let my prick out.  Marilyn dove on it like she was starving.  I slid my finger inside her panties and with a thumb on her clit and a finger in her cunt we worked furiously to climax.

Marilyn swallowed all I had and sat up and smiled.  I said that while that was really fun, I was still hungry.  She said she was too and anyway we needed to talk.  We walked hand in hand into the restaurant, probably smelling like a New Orleans whorehouse, but not giving a damn.  We had a glass of wine and ordered.

Marilyn explained that she loved her husband, but for a number of reasons he could not do anything for her sexually.  He had not touched her for five years since her last child was born.  She had been faithful until now, but something about me turned her on.  I thanked her and said that I had been faithful until now also,  but once I saw her I no longer cared.  She told me that she had never had oral sex before, but she loved it especially the taste of cum.  She had tried it once with her husband, but he said that only whores did that.  I told her I was just sorry that I could not reciprocate in the parking lot.

She took a deep breath, sat back and said that after dinner, she still wasn’t ready to go home.  She wanted to go somewhere we could take our clothes off and really make love.  She wanted to start with me eating her pussy.  I told her that sounded fine and anyway, if we didn’t take a shower before we went home, we would both be in trouble.  Marilyn said we should find somewhere near here.  She didn’t want to be recognized anywhere near home.  I agreed just as our dinner came.

We finished dinner and walked hand in hand to the car.  Before Marilyn got in, she leaned forward,  kissed me, and said “thank you.”  I told her she was more than welcome, but she certainly didn’t have to thank me.  She said to find a room with a bed and she would thank me properly.

Chapter Three

On the edge of town, we found a strip motel with rooms available.  They even had king size beds.  I checked us in and we parked in front of the room.  It was a little weird not having luggage but we managed.  I barely closed the door and turned on the AC, when Marilyn was taking her clothes off.  I stopped her, telling her I wanted to do that.  This was going to be like our wedding night, slow and gentle.  She re-buttoned the buttons she had opened and stood in front of me waiting.  I turned down the bed and walked over to her.

I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her softly.  She responded with only a touch on tongue.  I placed a hand on each breast and kneaded them gently for a few minutes.  We kissed again and I began with the buttons down the front of her dress.  When I got to the waist, she stepped out of the dress and hung it up.  Motherhood aside, Marilyn was built like a Playboy model.  She turned her back to me so I could unhook her bra.  She kept her hand on the cups until I could turn around.  Then she released the cups freeing her beautiful breasts.   They weren’t huge, but the nipples and aureoles were nearly a mouthful.  I took one and then the other into my mouth, sucking gently until Marilyn moaned.

I knelt in front of Marilyn and unfastened her garters.  Then I rolled each stocking down and off.  I leaned over and kissed her crotch through her panties.  They were soaked in pussy juice from our earlier climax.  I slid them down her legs and off.   No shaved pussy here.  More like a large fur rug.


With no embarrassment at all, Marilyn stepped back and said, “my turn.”  I tried to stand still as Marilyn stripped me.  She did the shirt, the pants, the sox, and then the underpants.  By this time, I was getting hard.  She looked at me and told me it was time to return the favor as promised.  She hopped up on the bed and spread her legs.

I kidded her about being in a hurry and got in bed with her.  First we had a long kiss.  Then I worked my way down.  I kissed each armpit, which I think surprised her, but she responded with moans.  Then I kissed each breast for about five minutes.  I squeezed each breast and sucked on each aureole and nipple.  By the time I got to the second breast, Marilyn was nearing orgasm.  I continued to suck and bit a little on each one.  Marilyn  exploded and laid back to rest.

I kissed my way down to her navel and buried my tongue in it.  Then I approached the fur rug of her pussy.  I combed with my fingers and tongue until I found her pussy.  I gently pulled it opened and found her clit, which by now was out of hiding and ready.  Sliding one finger into her cunt, I sucked her clit.  With my free hand I reached up and grabbed a breast.  It only took a few minutes before Marilyn exploded in another awesome orgasm.

After a few minutes to recover, Marilyn said that as good as that was, she still wanted to fuck.  I explained that I had a vasectomy after our last child, so we didn’t have to worry about conception.
She said good, because she wasn’t taking pills and hated condoms.   With that, she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth.  Before long I was ready.  Marilyn said she often liked to be on top, but today wanted to be on the bottom in missionary position.  With a hand on each tit, I slid into her.

Marilyn was more than ready.  She was soaked and hot.  I slid in until I  bottomed out on her cervix.  She was beginning to get in a rhythm with me as I reached under her bottom and found her asshole.
I moved a finger around her tight hole.  I pulled out of her cunt briefly and soaked a finger in her juice.  Then I reach around back and worked the wet finger into her asshole.  Marilyn jumped at first, then groaned.  As I worked my finger into her asshole and my cock into her cunt, she moaned again.  In a few more minutes, we were both rolling all over the bed and gasping.  When we finally came together, it was like a tornado struck.  Eventually we fell apart and kissed.  We were both very happy.  Marilyn told me it was the best she could remember and asked when we could do it again.  We agreed that our hometown was not a good idea.  The state convention was almost 200 miles from home.  I suggested we drive down together, but book separate, but adjoining rooms.  Marilyn agreed and we got up to shower.  Marilyn had to hold her hand under her cunt to keep cum from dripping all over the carpet.  

The shower wasn’t very big, but we both managed to fit in it.  We each soaped our hair and then I reached over and started to soap her body with washcloth.  She soaped up hers and started to do me.  All went well until we got below the waist.  Then we both got aroused again.  The more she soaped my cock and balls, the harder I got.  Marilyn was hot too, pumping her pussy into my hand.  I couldn’t remember the last time I came more twice in one day, but I was ready today.  I pulled Marilyn to me and slid up into her.  We leaned back into the wall and got a rythym going.  Marilyn came first, but I was not far behind.  We laughed, finished the shower and got dressed.

The ride home was quiet, with Marilyn cuddled on my shoulder.  When I pulled into her driveway, she kissed me gently and said goodbye for now.  I drove home, feeling guilty but very satisfied.

We had three weeks until the state convention.  I talked to Marilyn and we agreed to book two nights.  We would go down the day before the convention so we wouldn’t have get up way before dawn and drive down to be there at the beginning.  It was a long three weeks.

To Be Continued?

Strange Bedfellows



Shakespeare said, "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." It seems that lust, much more so than misery, makes for some the most interesting boudoir companions. Such was the case for Pamela, Michael, and Imani. From all outward appearances, the trio of friends looked like a cross section of Black America. Pam was typically conservative in her demeanor and appearance. You know the kind; you would never suspect she was a seething hotbed of sexuality until you got her behind closed doors. Michael was quickly climbing the corporate ladder. He had all the makings of a playboy; he was fine, smart, charming, and focused on getting the most enjoyment out of life he possibly could. Imani was the Bohemian granola girl type. At any given moment she could go off on a tirade about Pan Africanism, holistic living, or the perils of misogynist videos on the developing psyche of Black children. As unique and diverse as they were individually, they functioned all together differently as a unit. 

Collectively, Pam, Michael, and Imani were lovers. Not in the typical modern day scenario where the guy fulfills his varying tastes for women in different beds and the women pretend not to know of his extracurricular activities. No, once a month, these three individuals came together in a "lifestyle" club to revel in sensual exploration and erotic discovery. 

It would all begin with an email, Re: Let's get together. Pam would usually initiate the momentum and Imani and Michael would soon follow along. With the date and time finalized, the anticipation would build as the three went about their daily business knowing that the upcoming Friday night would be an exercise in hedonism. 

Friday's were the night of choice for the threesome. The club was one of the emerging alternative venues where adults came to explore their primal side. The club was usually populated with as many blacks as whites while single men, couples and adventurous single women roamed around in various degrees of arousal and undress looking for a chance to be someone that society said was taboo. There were men who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men . . . or women, and men that wanted to satisfy their exhibitionist side. There were those that wanted to get what they couldn't at home and of course those that just wanted to watch and jerk off. The women were not as easy to read. A few looked like they couldn't get dates any other way than in an anonymous, dark sex club. Most were attractive and comfortable with their sexuality but needing something different. It was clear that within the walls of Club Eros, society's narrow standards of acceptable sexual behavior were being pushed and stretched to their very limit. 

All eyes would be on Pam, Michael, and Imani whenever they would walk in the door. Their individual attractiveness was multiplied collectively. Pam and Imani wore clothing to accentuate their delicious, dark bodies. Pam had the body of a brick shithouse. She was thick and round and packin' in all the right places. Imani, putting away her usual Afrocentric attire, would ooze of sexuality showing off her statuesque frame. The hours Mike spent in the gym showed well in his form-fitting shirt. Mostly, they turned heads because they were so comfortable with one another. 

Every man in the place had every right to be jealous of Mike. He had two incredibly sexy women that were at his disposal but secure enough with themselves to steer the ship of their own sexuality as well. It was fascinating to see them in action: kissing, touching, caressing each other openly and loving all the attention. Pam and Imani often amused themselves kissing each other while sitting on opposite sides of Michael, stroking his raging hard-on through his pants, while spectators gathered around. 

On one particular night, Imani was feeling particularly daring and she pulled Michael's dick out and began to sensually lick and suck up and down while Pamela knelt behind her to finger her. Imani could feel Pam's heavy breasts on her back as she turned momentarily to suck those glorious nipples. Pam offered up her tits and threw her head back in ecstasy, reveling in the pleasure she was receiving. 

Mike, noticing it was time to spread out and have some more room, interrupted the ladies momentarily and took them by the hand to a room where they could be more comfortable. Those that were regular spectators in the club knew to follow closely behind because the show always proved to be spectacular. 

Inside the room, Pamela undressed, lay back on the bed, spread her sexy legs and began fingering herself. Mike almost couldn't wait to taste her but he knew that it would be better to undress sooner rather than later when things tended to get more heated. The whispers and sounds of appreciation from the female onlookers made him proud of his body but it didn't distract him from his mission. He loved eating pussy more than anything and he was damn good at it. He was enamored with a woman's nana like a connoisseur loved a vintage Merlot. He savored every nuance of Pam's unique taste and drank of her succulent juices. 

Imani loved to watch Pam and Michael in action. She held Pam's legs in the air as Michael's tongue worked its magic. He ran his tongue over and over her clit, in and out of her pussy, licking and sucking her gently at times, ravenously at others. He sucked her pussy lips in his mouth and drank of her sweet juices. Time and time again he brought her to the edge of orgasm with his mouth and lips only to deny her her journey to bliss. Pamela's conservative demeanor was nothing more than a persona she easily discarded and she made sure that Mike was getting good instructions. " Mmmmm, lick my pussy. Oh shit. I love the way you eat me. Damn, you lick pussy better than a woman."

"Oh really?" Imani chimed in, "let's see about that." She placed her legs over Pam's head and asked Michael if she could have the honor. He moved out of the way, his face covered with juices, to watch his two lovers pleasure each other. It was virtually impossible to sit back as a spectator however. Michael began caressing the intertwining silky smooth limbs of his lovers . . . and stroking his own hardness as well. Every man that had crammed into the small room to watch was now jerking off as the two women sensually licked each other's pussies. The moans, groans, sights, smells, and sounds of beautiful feminine lovemaking filled the room. Pam climaxed first, wrapping her legs around Imani's head and begging her not to stop sucking her clit. Not one to disappoint, Imani drank all of her friend's cum down and prepared to execute her own orgasm shortly thereafter. It took but a few short moments for Imani to orgasm as she sat up and rode Pam's tongue and came hard in her mouth. 

With barely a moment to catch her breath, the three began kissing each other passionately. Not one to be denied, Michael grabbed Imani and placed her across his face to taste her. Variety is, as they say, the spice of life. Pamela, needing a different level of satisfaction, climbed on Mike's dick and slid her wet folds down on him and began using his dick like it was her own personal dildo. The two women kissed each other and caressed each other's breasts as they were getting pleasure from Michael below. Michael worked his fingers into Imani's ass and sent her into fits of orgasmic overload. 

There was no time for rest. "Imani, you have to get some of this dick," Pam moaned, as the three climbed higher and higher to a plane of indescribable passion. They shifted positions yet again and Imani was on her knees, looking back in desperation, begging for Michael to fuck her. He knew that his dick hit her in all the right spots when she was getting fucked doggy style so he prepared himself for a wild ride. Pam, not one to be denied, spread her legs in front of Imani and invited her girlfriend to sample her juices once again. Actually, she said something closely resembling, "make me squirt in your mouth, Imani. Suck my pussy until I shoot my cum."

Michael eyes practically rolled back in his head as he penetrated Imani. Her pussy gripped his dick and she was so wet he could actually hear the squishing sounds as he stroked her in and out. The silky smooth walls of her pussy milked him as the curve in his dick manipulated her g-spot perfectly. 

Imani was in another world. She had a dick made for her pussy inside her, fucking her rhythmically, and the phat, pink, sweetness of her lover's pussy in her mouth. She managed to eek out, "Fuck me harder. Ohhhh yes, fuck me," in between tongue-fucking her sexy female partner. Imani was the first to explode in orgasmic bliss, her third for the evening, which soon triggered Mike and Pam to cum as well. Moaning and groaning, fucking and sucking, they all yelled out as pleasure overtook them.

There was never any jealousy or any feelings of discomfort in the afterglow. The three shared a bond, a unique friendship that defied definition. They kissed and giggled as the crowd dissipated until the next time they would come together to share in each other's sensual selves. Their day-to-day realities were vastly different but their connection was nothing less than rare and beautiful. Lust, it seems, makes for strange yet sexy bedfellows. 



Strange Bedfellows



"By the power of Grayskull!" Adam commanded as he raised his sword above his head. As always, the effect was immediate and rather dramatic: an enchanted bolt of energy struck his weapon, traveled its length, then imbued the young Eternian prince with the legendary powers of the greatest champion the universe had ever known.

He-man.

While Prince Adam was rather comely among other mortals, his alter-ego was as manly a man as there had ever been. He-man's huge muscles in his arms and legs bulged and rippled with a power beyond any mere man and he had used his incredible strength to defend the innocent civilians of his home world more times than he could even remember. But, despite his phenomenal might, his heart was full of compassion and generosity for others. Never did Eternia's hero turn down a request for aid, no matter the risk or the reason. For more than a dozen years, Adam/He-man had successfully maintained this dual existence with only a few close calls.

But time changes things, for both good and ill.

Among those whom He-man called his friends, new challenges and paths to be taken opened up. While the heroic warrior still enjoyed the company of most of them from time to time, the change he felt most acutely was Teela's elevation to the Guardian of Grayskull, replacing the Sorceress in that role. He had known of her impending ascension for some time but had always assumed it would not be for many years, perhaps even after they would have been able to marry and raise a family of their own. Adam's experiences as He-man always served as constant reminders of how the life of a hero can be a bit lonely but nothing had prepared him for the look on Teela's face when she took into herself the very essence of her mother, the Sorceress. Adam/He-man saw his friend's eyes shining with surprise, then pride, followed by love and sadness. How each felt about the other was clear but it was to be a love denied them for destiny required them for higher callings. 

The greatest triumph for all Eternia had come when the notorious villain, and He-man's arch-enemy, Skeletor, had been finally brought down and forever imprisoned in the Purity Crystal of the Starlight Peaks and would only be released after fully and truly renouncing his evil ways.

However, the victory had come with a high cost: King Randor, Adam's father, lost his life while using his body as a connection between the crystal and Skeletor. Queen Marlena, Randor's wife and Adam's mother, was devastated by the news. After mourning his passing for a month, Queen Marlena did her best to rule Eternia in her husband's stead but her grief was too great for her to shoulder. The following year, to the day, death re-united the king and queen.

Prince Adam was now alone.

And he was going to be crowned king of Eternia.

With no family left around him, and consulting Teela before he did anything, Adam made a startling announcement before all of Eternia. He told everyone: "I am He-man!" To prove his words, he transformed right in front of those who had gathered at the palace for his proclamation and those who were watching the broadcast at home.

The crowd went crazy with excitement. They could scarcely believe it! Eternia's greatest hero was going to be their new king!

Adam had been prepared for a possible insurrection from the populous, not an impromptu celebration that lasted for a week. While there were a few individuals who felt they had been lied to, the vast majority looked at their soon-to-be ruler with an even greater sense of pride then when he had been just Eternia's champion. The ranks of the imperial guard reflected this as many young people joined to show their unwavering loyalty toward their leader and their world, just as He-man had done so many times before.

Now, a week before King Adam's coronation, which would also mark the second anniversary following King Randor's death, the mighty warrior was answering a call for help. Fifty of the imperial troops instantly volunteered to go with him but He-man just smiled and told them:

"Thank you all, but I think I'll handle this one myself. Besides, I could use a little time alone."

With that, He-man got on his sky-sled and rocketed into the sky.

It felt good to be soaring above the clouds.

While He-man took his new position of ruler seriously, he did have to admit that he was going to miss being able to throw himself into the fray of battle when his service was needed. His friend and mentor, Duncan, was still working on new inventions that would give the imperial guard impressive powers, thereby increasing their effectiveness against threats and giving the Eternian champion the chance to be an effective king.

Of course, there was also the matter of finding a queen to rule by his side.

He-man sighed and shook his head. He had forgotten one thing when he decided to reveal his secret to the world: just about every eligible woman would be more than willing to be his queen, which was quite the conundrum. He knew for the most part that their hearts would be in the right place but he doubted that any of them truly knew what they would be in for if he chose one of them. True, once the royal guard was trained, equipped, and ready, they would be able to handle all but the most extreme of emergencies. But there would be times that he would need to put himself in harms way and those times would prove to be the most stressful for his queen.

Besides, He-man mused, I want my queen, my wife, to love me. . .not just the image of He-man.

A light on the sky-sled's console began flashing and beeping and the vehicle's radio started to crackle with static. He-man made a slight course change to left then to right. Correspondingly, the light would flash brighter or dimmer and the static intensify or diminish.

"Hmmmm. . ." Eternia's hero said to himself, "The signal seems to be coming from the north, somewhere either near or in the Mystic Mountains. Whoever it is, they may be in real trouble." For a moment, He-man considered contacting Stratos, leader of the Avians who lived high up in the Mystic Mountains and were the protectors of the northern frontier of Eternia. No, he thought with finality. This is probably nothing to raise that much of an alarm about. If I need to, I'll request his assistance, but not until I have to. Plus, after this week, getting out of the palace won't be this easy any more. He-man turned the sky-sled in the direction indicated and kicked-in the accelerator.

The sun was setting beyond the Ocean of Gnarl when the instruments on the sky-sled told its pilot that the source of the distress signal was not much further ahead. The deep, ancient greenery of the Evergreen Forest was thinning out rapidly as He-man's course took him toward the base peaks of the Mystic Mountains.

Without warning, a grokk bird that had been circling high overhead, chose that moment to dive and attack what it saw as an easy meal. Its powerful claws grabbed both He-man and the sky-sled. But the lizard-like creature could not have anticipated that its hard-as-diamond talons would puncture the protective hull around the sky-sled's power core, causing it to explode. The shock wave from the blast knocked the grokk bird out, sending it spiraling toward the ground.

He-man had managed to free himself from the creature's grip but was in even greater peril than if the grokk still held him. Even though he was the strongest man in the universe, He-man was still not invulnerable. If he did not find a way to at least slow his fall, he knew he would be lucky to survive the impact. Looking quickly around him, He-man located the smoky trail spewing forth from the ruined sky-sled as it tumbled toward the rapidly approaching ground.

If I can get to the storage box on the sky-sled, He-man thought, I might be able to use the emergency shelter tent like a makeshift parachute and slow my fall just enough.

Pulling his arms in tight, He-man angled his trajectory to intercept his disabled vehicle. It only took a few seconds for the Defender of Castle Grayskull to catch up to the plummeting sky-sled and locate the storage hatch. With a sharp pull, He-man had it open but the contents spilled uncontrollably out into the sky around him before being lost a moment later. Fortunately, the tent was stuffed into the rear of the compartment and fit in there snuggly. After pulling the shelter pack clear, He-man released his grip on the sky-sled and focused on getting the pack open. He curled up around his work to keep the tent from flapping around like a banner in a gale, making it easier to secure it to his wrists and ankles.

As soon as he had the tent tied to himself, He-man started to slowly uncurl, knowing that if he went too fast, the tent would probably get ripped to shreds like an old rag and be of little use. Despite his best intentions, the air rushing past He-man immediately filled the make-shift parachute and popped it open with a snap. The sudden motion jerked He-man's arms and legs back and his head forward but caused no injury. The mighty warrior allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction but immediately regretted it when he looked to his left and saw a seam on the tent starting to split. While the rate of his descent had been just about halved, he was also still about five hundred feet above the outer fringes of the Evergreen Forest. At this rate, he doubted if the tent would hold together long enough for him to pierce the forest canopy.

His estimate was not far off.

Thirty feet above the top of a very old fir tree, the failing seam finally came apart like an opened zipper. As He-man plunged into uppermost branches, he whipped his arms and the part of the tent tied to his wrists up over his head in an attempt to catch the fabric on a branch or two to further slow his fall or arrest it completely. Unfortunately, the wide strip of cloth secured to his ankles was doing much the same thing and set He-man into a uncontrolled backward spin. The fir's thin branches acted like whips, stinging He-man's skin as he fell through the tree, though causing no bleeding nor leaving a mark.

It was at times like this that Adam was especially glad to have his alter-ego. Although having to sometimes put up with a bit of intense pain was still. . .a pain. . .he did have to admit it was better than the alternative---never feeling anything again!

Even though the impact of He-man's landing was rather hard, it was not too different from a fair number of others he had experienced. But as he started to push himself up to stand, he became acutely aware of a sharp, stabbing pain in his left thigh that felt a lot like a bee sting though many times more intense. He-man looked down at the offending wound, wondering as to the cause of his discomfort. For perhaps the first time in his heroic life, the mighty champion of Eternia blanched at what he saw. Blood was running down his leg, oozing out from around a large, finger-sized thorn embedded in his leg. As Prince Adam, he had seen his own blood many times from the numerous cuts and scrapes all children seem to acquire from play but this was the first time he had seen his alter-ego bleed.

"What the. . ." was all He-man could say in amazement.

Seeing his own blood had never bothered him before but this time felt very different. His head felt like it was swimming. He tried to remain up-right but instead collapsed onto his stomach. Darkness began filling his vision until the world went dark and the last thing he heard was the myriad sounds of the denizens of the Evergreen Forest ringing in his ears.

* * *

"Aadaammm. . ." echoed a lilting voice from somewhere in the distance. "Hee-mmaann. . ."

It took a moment for He-man to react to the voice. With his eyes still closed, his dry lips tried to form the name of the voice's owner.

"T-teela?" he whispered. Thank the Ancients! he thought before trying to call out to her again. "Teela," he croaked, "Over here!" He-man opened his eyes and blinked at the blackness that was still surrounding him. Oddly enough, he could see himself as if he were in a well-lit room.

And he was standing.

I'm standing! He-man mused to himself. Looking down, he was even more amazed by what he did not see. And my wound is gone! The pain too!

Click. . .click. . .clack. . .click. . .click. . .clack came the sound of boots walking across a stone floor accompanied by what could be a metal-tipped staff. The echoing darkness made it very difficult to ascertain the direction from which it was coming.

But it was drawing nearer.

"Aadaamm. . ." called the voice again. "Hee-maannn. . ."

It was her! Whether as Prince Adam or as He-man, Eternia's champion would always know the sound of his best friend's voice.

"Teela!" He-man called out to her, his rich baritone voice back to its usual timbre. "I'm over here---wherever here is!" The clicking and clacking of her approach brought a smile to He-man's lips. While it was unusual for the Guardian of Grayskull to be very away from the ancient structure, but if the situation was urgent enough to require it, such a thing was not unheard of.

"There you are, my champion," Teela said, still concealed in the shadows.

By her voice, He-man could tell that she was standing directly in front of him but a few paces distant. But there was also something else he could tell through her voice and it stirred something deep and primal within him. It was how he felt when Prince Adam met Teela for the first time---only a year before the Sorceress called him to Castle Grayskull. . .and to his destiny. As was true with most young men at that age, Adam fantasized while masturbating although the one who almost always occupied his lust-filled thoughts was Teela. There had been a few times when Prince Adam was entreated to a brief display of her shapely charms but never more than just enough to tease him and fuel his desire for her.

With these unbidden thoughts fresh in his mind, He-man felt a surge of blood course through his veins and gather in his loins. His manhood stirred and began to grow. He tried to will the sensation to go away, to think about things other than Teela's scent, to not see her striking jade hued eyes, to want something---anything---else than to take her in his arms. .and. . .and. . .

"Why do you stand in the shadows?" He-man queried, trying to maintain his composure.

"Because you are not ready to see me," Teela replied with a slight giggle.

Her remark made He-man pause for a moment.

"We've seen each other almost every day for fifteen years. How is now any different?"

Teela laughed.

"There is seeing each other, and then there is truly seeing each other," she tried explaining. "I am not the same as when last you saw me, He-man. You are not the only one whom the power within Castle Grayskull has changed. The power of the Ancients is incredible! Intoxicating! Nearly infinite! And I have become. . .more. . .than my mother, the Sorceress, had ever been!"

He-man felt himself almost entranced by Teela's words. There was no denying it. She had been changed. He could feel it just as plainly own transformation from Adam to He-man.

And it excited him!

Another rush of blood further engorged his rapidly stiffening member, triggering even more lust-driven fantasies to flaunt themselves to his thoughts. He wanted her! Wanted to hold her, to taste her, to fill her. To FUCK her. To brand her with his mighty cock and mark her as belonging to no other man but him!!

Again, Teela laughed, breaking He-man's reverie.

"I see by your. . .'reaction'. . .that you want to see me very, very much."

"Reaction?" He-man asked, puzzled. He glanced down to make sure that his rampant erection was not too noticeable but saw that it was not only noticeable but visible. Somehow, what few articles of clothing and armor he typically wore were gone. He-man's cock stood out from his body by nearly a hand span and a half and as thick as three fingers. He felt more naked and vulnerable than he could ever remember. But he did not shrink back from the feeling. Instead, He-man reveled his nakedness and even let loose a hearty laugh about it.

He felt empowered.

Stronger!

Invincible!!

And. . .free!!!

As if from nowhere, Teela was suddenly standing before He-man. Her abrupt appearance was enough of a surprise but her manner of attire was an even greater shock. During the transition of the Guardianship from the Sorceress to her daughter, Teela's clothes transformed into a shimmering gown of white and a large, ceremonial headdress in the form of a hooded serpent while a matching serpentine staff materialized in her right hand.

But that was then.

The Teela He-man beheld bore very little resemblance to the other. The white gown had been replaced with a deep blue, knee-length skirt that was slitted all the way up to the top of Teela's shapely hips and bright points of light that looked to be stars twinkled across the fabric. Her fur-topped boots had been replaced with a pair of black high-heeled sandals whose intricate lacing hugged Teela's calves just as lovers would hold their paramour. He-man felt his cock stiffen to an almost painful degree as his gaze continued traveling up her figure. The large, helm-like headdress had been transformed into a gold serpentine circlet with a cobra gracing the brow and was resting atop Teela's long, loosely curled, flame red hair. Two ornate extensions dangled loosely on either side of her head, connecting the crowning adornment to the snake-like necklace around her throat. In turn, the necklace was joined to more of the intricate linkages, coiling around Teela's bare breasts like a gilded snake.

"Do you like what you see, my champion?" Teela teased as she sauntered a step closer.

"I always 'like what I see'," He-man replied with a smile. "Especially when it's you."

"Flatterer," the Guardian of Grayskull said, mirroring He-man's smile.

Teela touched her hand to the skirt fastener on her left hip and, with a slight twist of her fingers, opened the clasp. As she took a step forward, the blue vesture fell away. He-man swallowed as Teela revealed herself to him in a way he had only secretly dreamed about for a long time. To the powerful warrior, she was beauty incarnate. He could see that her legs were still just as strong and magnificently sculpted as he remembered them and her hips still held their pleasing shape and fullness. But, for the first time, He-man was being given the privilege to see the thatch of scarlet curls nestled at the apex of Teela's legs. To his surprise, she had re-shaped the triangle of her pubic hair into a heart. He-man felt his heart thumping in his chest with anticipation.

Teela continued to take slow, deliberate steps toward He-man, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she went. With her head slightly tilted to the side, a mischievous smile on her lips and a wicked gleam in her eyes, she regarded Eternia's champion much like a predator would its prey.

"So," Teela inquired of her spellbound would-be lover as she made a close circuit about him, touching him here and there, "Is this at all how you envisioned our first encounter? Hmmm? Or did you see me as being more demure or submissive?" Teela traced her long-nailed index finger around one of his exposed nipples, causing it to stiffen.

He-man briefly closed his eyes and sighed at the sensation. Although they had never touched like this before, it was as if she knew exactly how to inflame his passion even more. He forced himself to remain still, allowing Teela to take things at her leisure.




Strange Bedfellows



"To be truthful," he said, with a strained voice, as she traced her hand down his massive chest and encircling his huge erection, "I was never sure if this would be possible between us. I longed for it more than I can say but always kept my. . .desire. . .at the back of my mind."

"But. . ." prompted Teela.

He-man locked her eyes with his, allowing the lust he felt for her to burn brightly.

"At night, when I was alone," he confessed, "I would imagine the two of us, together, making mad love all night long; ravishing your body time and time again until we fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometimes, I would deliberately stroke myself for hours without cumming; trying to prepare myself for the day when I could do everything to you that I've ever fantasized about doing."

"Like this, you mean?" Teela asked as she started to slowly pump He-man's cock.

"Y-yesssss. . ." he hissed as his eyes rolled back. There was absolutely no comparison. While his fantasies of this moment had been stimulating, the reality of Teela's touch surpassed them by far. As she moved her hand up and down the length of his bulging manhood, He-man could not help but move his hips in a counter-motion. It seemed as if she knew every sensation she was helping him experience; keeping him hovering right on the edge but never quite getting there.

He-man felt like the rapturous torture was going on for hours though he never really wanted it to stop. But even the Hero of Grayskull had his limits and he was almost there. Over and over again he felt his scrotum tighten then release, tighten then release. His balls were swollen and a bit tender. When he could take it no longer, he whispered to Teela:

"Please. . .I need you! NOW!"

"As I need you," Teela said huskily. "But be gentle, my love, for you are my first. . .and only!"

In one fluid motion, Teela released He-man's throbbing cock then jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her wet pussy lips rested ever so lightly against his manmeat, generously lathering it with her juices as she moved her hips back and forth. He-man held Teela up with no effort, his hands cradling the cheeks of her tight, smooth ass as she mauled him with her attention. Her lips mashed against He-man's in impassioned hunger and her tongue slipped quickly into his mouth.

The feel of Teela's lips on his was almost too much for He-man. He could hardly believe how soft and supple and moist they were. And how. . .natural. . .it was to be kissing her. Then there was the unexpected addition of her tongue. Incredible! It felt all the world like a slippery piece of living velvet, caressing his tongue with firm, yet loving, strokes.

" * "

A sound not born of their passion caught He-man's attention for a moment though he did not let it distract him from the desire he was showing Teela. The sound was so faint that he barely heard it in the first place but it also had a familiar ring to it. He allowed his ears to pay attention for the noise if it were repeated while the rest of him carried on with she who would finally be his.

". . * * . ."

There it is again! He-man thought, feeling a bit irritated. He had wanted Teela in this manner for almost as long as he could remember. Even more overwhelming was the knowledge that she felt the same way for him and that she was giving her virginity to him! The Eternian champion was overcome with such love and joy and there was no way short of a disaster or an act of the Ancients that he was ever going to let her out of his arms, now!

"He-man. . ."

It struck He-man as strange that Teela could say his name while they were still engaged in their passionate embrace but then decided that she was probably communicating directly from her mind to his, a power that she most likely acquired upon becoming the Guardian of Castle Grayskull. He pulled back from their kiss just enough to respond.

"Yes, my love?"

"But I said nothing, my champion," Teela responded just before she started sucking and biting on He-man's neck. "It is time, dearest one. Time to complete our union; time to make me yours---now and forever!" With that said, Teela used her legs to lift herself up and slightly away from He-man. As she did, her thoroughly wet pussy slid along the length of her lover's shaft until the head of it was right between the lips of her labia. "Take me! Show me how much you love me!!"  

"He-man! STOP!!"

Upon hearing the voice for the fourth time, He-man hesitated at pulling Teela to him and taking her as they both wanted. There was an undeniable familiarity to the voice but he was not sure exactly to whom it belonged.

But why would anyone want to stop us from making love? he wondered. And where is the voice coming from? Teela reacted as though she had not heard it but it seemed to becoming from all around them. . .yet nowhere. There was also the matter of the underlying urgency of the message that caused him to hesitate even longer. Then, too, maybe it was his subconscious playing on the nervousness he was feeling; first-time jitters and a strong desire to live up to the expectations he had of himself and wanting to be every bit the man he believed Teela deserved.

No longer! He-man decided as he tensed himself to consummate his union with Teela.

"He-man! For the sake of Grayskull and all of Eternia, STOP!!"

Those words stirred the mighty warrior's soul. He looked into Teela's eyes, searching for an answer. But who he saw looking back at him was not Teela. While she had the appearance, voice, and presence of Teela, it was not her. It was as if he was holding a tangible illusion in his arms. He-man felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.

"Make me yours, my champion," Teela said. "I love you." With the truth revealed, the illusory Teela broke apart like blowing snow and vanished.

He-man was alone again.

"It is done," he said quietly.

"Good," the voice said in a soothing manner. "Now, awaken!!"

He-man opened his mouth to speak but the words never even formed in his mind. He head was swimming again and where his wound had been felt like it was on fire. Fighting to keep his balance, he glanced down at his thigh; the thorn was gone but the hole was still there. Dried blood had caked into the wound but thin lines of crimson continued to trickle down He-man's leg.

Eternia's mightiest hero raised his head to release his rage but was swallowed by the blackness before he could utter a sound.

* * *

"NOOOOOOOOO!!" He-man screamed as his eyes snapped open, his powerful voice echoing loudly throughout the cavern. Finally, the reverberations died away, He-man's anguish remained.

It had all been a dream.

Or a nightmare. . . .

. . . .or something.

The pain in his leg, he realized, was not a dream and was what helped him to focus on his here and now. At the same time as he looked down and tried to move his arm to his injured leg, He-man saw that he was up to his neck in what appeared to be some very thick and sticky gray mud. As mighty as he was, He-man swiftly found that, for all his strength, he could not even wiggle his fingers. Feeling a bit drained from his effort to escape---and his dream about Teela---Eternia's champion decided to rest for a while and take in what he could see of his surroundings.

He could see he was in a large, dimly lit cavern that bore clear signs of being inhabited. But no monster called this place home. There were three shelves and a table far off to his left, all of which were cluttered with all manner of things from actual books and data readers to various jars and other things. To his right He-man observed a circular fire pit in the floor with a large blaze licking hungrily at the air above it. Beyond that he saw what looked to be a sizable bed, dressed in deep purple material. On each side of the bed was a statue but the subject of both was unknown as there was nothing above the waist and the missing parts were nowhere to be seen.

Of immediate concern to He-man was the downward curving tunnel directly across from him. He could see light and shadows dancing on the walls of the passage but it was not anything he could make sense of and the activity was happening farther than what his current vantage point allowed him to see. But it was that same activity that was the focus of his attention. While he had been rescued from his crash in the Evergreen Forrest, he was still being held captive by an unknown someone.

For a moment, He-man considered calling out to his benefactor/captor, hoping that whoever it was keeping him there would respond but reasoned that his outburst on waking would have already had the desired effect. His rationale was confirmed a few seconds later when a shadow all but blocked the light that was coming up the passage, steadily moving in his general direction. As the shadow's owner continued its gait, He-man heard no tell-tale footsteps marking the approach.

A hooded head finally appeared over the lip of the tunnel, followed immediately by the rest of the form. Silently, the figure glided like a black specter over to where He-man was imprisoned in the floor, saying nothing until it was looking right down at him.

"So, He-man," the voice said, in a rich, sensual feminine tone, "You're finally awake. Good."

"I don't mean to seem ungrateful," He-man began, "but am I your prisoner?" He-man could tell that hers was the voice he had heard in his dream just before he woke. It had a familiar sound to it but he could not place it. Of course, there was the direct approach. "At the very least, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know who I am but I don't know who you are."

The hooded figure laughed with genuine amusement.

"Ah, but you do know who I am, He-man," the woman told him. "Of course, it has been a while since you have actually seen me." With that, He-man's hostess casually reached up and pushed the deep hood back revealing her face. Long, luxuriant, snow-white hair spilled down past her shoulders: a perfect frame for her aristocratic features. High eyebrows arched over her bright, violet eyes giving her the appearance of holding all that she saw in contempt of her own superiority. Her straight, strong nose looked slightly masculine but the femininity of her luscious, full lips restored the balance. She regarded He-man with a half-smile that looked more like a smirk.

"Evil-Lyn," He-man almost whispered. She was right; he had not seen her in almost eight years. Their last meeting had taken place during the incident involving the Snakemen and King Hiss. He-man knew that a rift had developed between Skeletor and Evil-Lyn but, beyond that, he had been clueless as to the reason for their dispute or its outcome. All he knew was that he never saw her standing at his side after that point. For a time, he thought that maybe Skeletor had killed her but later dismissed the notion as being out of character, even for his arch-nemesis.

Seeing her dressed in something other than her usual battle raiment felt odd to He-man. It was as if he was being given a glimpse at a side of her to which no one else had been privy. In a strange way, it gave him a small thrill of excitement. But, too, He-man could tell that there was something else about Evil-Lyn that made her look and feel. . . .different, almost as if she was someone other than who she was. Whether this "change" it was for good or not would soon become apparent.

"Then I guess I'm your prisoner," He-man said, his voice slightly tinged with what sounded like weariness or boredom. "Still the same old routine, eh?" he asked Evil-Lyn. "Of course, you do realize that Skeletor is gone?"

"As are your parents. . . .Prince Adam." Evil-Lyn could tell by the way He-man's jaw clenched that her words had struck a nerve, just as his had slightly done with her. "Did you honestly think that I didn't know? I may be far from civilization but I am not without my magic or intelligence resources!" Almost at once, Evil-Lyn was sorry for the harshness of her words. She cast her gaze at the ceiling high overhead and let out a long sigh. Her next words caught He-man by surprise.

"I'm sorry, Adam," she told him softly. Before He-man could even reply, she continued, as her gaze fell back toward her guest. "Over the intervening years, a lot has changed. Skeletor's former plans to conquer Eternia no longer interest me, nor do the secrets of Castle Grayskull. I've grown tired of the constant fighting. There's no point to it. With both sides so equally matched, the only winner would be the side that actually said 'Enough! Let there be an end!' and stopped fighting. I knew Skeletor would never do it and you and your allies would always be there to defend against him, so, I left."

"And I'm stuck in this. .goo. .why?" He-man prompted.

"Because you were injured," Evil-Lyn said with a sly smile. "But, as I'm sure you've guessed by now, your wound is not an ordinary one. You see, when you landed, you did so on the Bacchanalian vine. The thorns of that particular vine are almost magically sharp and have a very unusual and highly complex neuro-hallucinogen that stimulates both the memory synapses and the pleasure centers of the brain---as I'm sure you're now well aware."

That would explain my dream about Teela, He-man thought to himself.

"The 'goo' you're in serves two functions: first, it draws as much of the poison out of the body as it is able. Unfortunately, because the toxin is fast-acting and causes hallucinations to begin manifesting in as little a time as twenty minutes, not all of it can be eliminated from the body. The remaining toxin is s-l-o-w-l-y broken down over the course of years. As would be expected, since some of the drug still persists in the body, there are recurrences in the drug's side-effects, though the frequency and strength of them depends on the frequency and strength of the sexual stimulation of the one affected. In other words, the more often that person engages in sex, the less likely it will be that any hallucinations will be experienced.

"Second, you are in there for your protection---as well as mine. Bodily reactions to the poison vary from person to person; some are passive and hardly move, some are virtually uncontrollable. With you, I could not take a risk as to what your reaction would have been. With your strength, you could very well have injured me during your hallucination and made it impossible for me to treat you. In such an event, you would have probably died in less than a day."

"So, how long do I have to remain in here?"

"Anxious to get out, are you?" she asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Well, given the size of your wound, I thought that I should keep you in there for just a bit longer than necessary, as a precautionary measure, but I suppose I could let you out." Evil-Lyn was almost ready to make a gesture with her hand but stopped. "But," she said, fixing He-man with a serious look, "if you begin to experience any kind of dizziness or hallucination, you need to tell me immediately! Agreed?"

He-man regarded Evil-Lyn for several seconds then sighed. What choice did he have?

"Agreed."

With a smile and a slight nod of her head, Evil-Lyn waved her hand at the solidified gray mass followed by a motion to rise. As Evil-Lyn's hand rose, so did He-man. The gray ooze rolled down and off the mighty warrior like water but left no trace of itself behind. When his waist emerged, He-man saw that he was not only without his armor harness but the rest of his clothes as well. He tried to act nonchalant about his nudity but found himself becoming more and more aware of Evil-Lyn's gaze. The cool air of her cavern lair was not helping either as it caused his dangling manhood to twitch.

"All those great, gorgeous muscles," Evil-Lyn remarked quietly to herself as she momentarily appraised her guest's magnificent physique for the second time in as many days. "Here," she said as she magically summoned a black robe similar to her own for He-man to wear, "something to make you feel a little less uncomfortable around me. . . .although I really don't mind what you wear or don't."

Evil-Lyn's last comment caught He-man a bit by surprise and brought a touch of scarlet to his cheeks. The warm rush raced through his whole body but he felt it most acutely in his groin, causing his shaft to throb and begin to stir. In an effort to hide his reaction, He-man donned the proffered robe. As he pulled the silken black fabric of the garment over his head, a thought occurred to him.

"How is that you know so much about that vine?" He-man asked, as he folded his muscular arms across his chest. "Is it a creation of yours?"

"If only it were so. . ." Evil-Lyn said with a sad smile as she turned and lowered her gaze to the floor. "Unfortunately, like you, I gained my knowledge through first-hand experience." She presented her left leg to He-man and pulled up her robe until the small, inch-long scar on her hip became visible.

Grayskull's champion noted with a bit of lascivious interest that Evil-Lyn appeared to be every bit as naked under her robe as he was under his. He-man felt blood surge into his lengthening cock. The more he looked at his hostess, the more she became a desirable woman instead of a dangerous foe. He-man took a few steps closer to Evil-Lyn but refrained from reaching out to her---for the moment.

"My encounter with the Bacchanalian vine was not as severe as yours," she continued, "but the effects were ultimately the same. It was only because of my knowledge and ability with magic that I was able to find a way to free myself of the hallucinations---for the most part. But it was a very time consuming process and I had to endure several intense bouts with the mind-altering poison during my research." Evil-Lyn let the hem of her robe fall. "As I said, Adam, a lot has changed."

There was something about Evil-Lyn's words and manner that drew He-man to her. From his own experience with the vine's toxin, he could only begin to guess what hers had been like or who they had been about. What he could see was how deeply she had been affected by them as she stood with her hands pressed together against her lips, contemplating. He-man slowly stepped up behind Evil-Lyn and gently place a hand on her shoulder. For a long moment, she did not react. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Evil-Lyn reached up and covered his hand with hers and pressed her cheek against his thumb.

"Thank you, Adam," she said softly.

"You're welcome," He-man whispered back.

For a while, neither of them said a word. Instead, they just savored being in the company of the other. Standing so close to Evil-Lyn, He-man could smell the honeysuckle fragrance of his hostess's hair mixed with the smoky scent of dragonblood incense. The aroma was heady and a bit intoxicating but not in away that seemed to indicate what some would call a "love potion" being employed. Rather, He-man thought the olfactory essence he was ardently enjoying could be likened more to someone's reaction to a pleasant perfume. Evil-Lyn was likewise taking great delight in the attention her guest was silently paying her. The tenderness of his touch surprised Evil-Lyn. She could feel the warmth of his hand through her robe and against her cheek. He exuded power and confidence from his very presence though not blatantly like an erupting volcano. Instead, it felt as if she were standing beside a mountain; tranquil in its strength and eternally patient with the world around it.

"It was your voice I heard, wasn't it?" He-man asked softly. "In my mind."

Evil-Lyn was brought out of her reverie by the askance and a warm flush rose in her cheeks.




Strange Bedfellows



"It was necessary," she explained. "The hallucinations can seem very real, very natural. They tap into every part of the mind, the conscious as well as the unconscious. Anything the heart desires can be made to manifest itself. But surrendering to the vision only accelerates the distribution of the toxin and causes a disassociation with reality and could ultimately be fatal. While you were unconscious, you started talking. I guessed that the toxin was starting to make you hallucinate, so I used a bit of magic to establish a link with your mind in order to break the illusion." Evil-Lyn paused. "I was able to sense your thoughts and. . .*ahem* . .'see' what you saw." She released He-man's hand and took a step away. "Teela is very fortunate to have your love, Adam, just as you are to have hers."

When Evil-Lyn stepped forward and left his hand hanging, He-man felt a twinge of loneliness and loss. However, her comment about how fortunate he and Teela were left him feeling empty as well. He was also confused. If Evil-Lyn had been able to sense his thoughts, why did she not know how his relationship with Teela was now impossible? How her acceptance to being the Guardian of Grayskull meant that they could never be joined as one? And, though he still loved Teela, it had been his lust for her that had been the impetus behind his hallucination and nothing more. Had she not sensed that?

Or was it something more?

"Teela and I care for each other, but all she and I can ever have is a very close friendship. When she took over for the Sorceress, any future she and I may have hoped to one day have together became nothing more than a dream." As he spoke, He-man could hear his explanation start to sound more like a plea colored with desperation. "Even though I had resigned myself to never being able to take her and express my deepest desires, they were still there inside of me. It was the toxin from that vine that made them awaken and be part of my hallucination; something I had no control over!" He-man grew silent, wondering my he felt such a strong need to defend himself as to the subject of his hallucination and do so with such intense passion.

Evil-Lyn remained silent with her back to him. She knew he was right but it did not diminish the torment she was feeling. For so long, her own bouts with the visions caused by the toxin had been about liaisons with Keldor (Randor's brother before his transformation into Skeletor) or with Skeletor. Recently, though, the main subject of her fantasies had changed dramatically. Why this had come to pass was a mystery to the spellcaster but the change was undeniable. Over the course of the last several weeks, Evel-Lyn's dread about her hallucinations had changed to almost anticipation because of who appeared in them.

And, now, that very person was standing in her lair:

Adam, soon-to-be King of Eternia.

Despite her bruised feelings, Evel-Lyn found herself wanting. . .no, longing for. . .He-man's touch, the man who awakened feelings in her she thought had been from her hardened heart after far too many years of emotional battering, from within as well as without. During the years of conflict with the Eternian heroes while she had been under Skeletor's command, she had developed a large measure of respect for He-man for being someone of great honor who would risk his own safety and life to protect or even save an opponent's life. Evel-Lyn had betrayed that magnanimous gesture a number of times when she opted to flee instead of assisting the "good guys" finish the battle that Skeletor's forces often started, typically involving either a non-combative or disinterested third party whose action was dictated by the need to defend themselves from attack.

A tear trickled down Evel-Lyn's albescent cheek. She found it so difficult to wait but she knew it had to be the Eternian champion who needed to make the move to pursue her otherwise there would always be some doubt in both their minds as to the truth of their intentions. Evel-Lyn knew there was a chance he would turn away but something in her heart made her believe in him.

To He-man, it felt as though another opportunity for some true happiness of his own was about to slip through his fingers. While he cared greatly for Teela, it finally occurred to him that the love he felt for her was that of a brother for a sister or one good friend for another and that all the desires and lustings he had been having for her were actually for someone else; someone who was "forbidden" or "off-limits" to him----as He-man. But, with Evel-Lyn, he was not "He-man: The Most Powerful Man in the Universe", instead, he was Adam.

No, he corrected himself, not Evel-Lyn. Her name is. . .

"Evelyn. . ." he began as he stepped directly up behind her, whispering in her ear.

Her heart jumped and her eyes flew open wide

Even though He-man could not see it, Evel-Lyn----Evelyn----had tears streaming down her face. Her lips parted and revealed a beautiful, beaming smile full of more joy and love than she ever believed she could feel. He said my name! she gushed inwardly. Evelyn's heart beat quicker as she turned to face the man she knew she loved more than anything. He said my name!!

He-man was about to speak when Evelyn turned around. From the few moist lines on her face, it was apparent that she had been crying but Evelyn's dazzling smile belied that her tears had not come from sadness, rather from an overwhelming joy. Relief swept through He-man's soul as he smiled back at Evelyn and knew everything was fine.

"I love you," he told her as he scooped her up in his arms with no effort and spun around with her as he said it to her over and over again. "I love you! I love you! Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Iloveyou!!"

Evelyn's laugh over her love's antics echoed throughout her cavern lair. She too was absolutely giddy with delight and happiness, knowing that her loneliness was forever over. Never again would she slip between the sheets of her bed alone and rise in the morning same. Now, and for the rest of her life, she had a man who would never leave her side.

He-man drew Evelyn, his woman, close and kissed her with every ounce of fiery passion he felt for her. It was like seeing the sun rise for the first time in years or coming out of a fog and beholding a magnificent valley never seen by a living soul. He slowed his spin until he was just holding Evelyn in his arms. He was slightly taken aback by the fierceness of the love coursing through him, demanding to be expressed. The only comparison his mind could conjure was the feeling of power he felt following his first transformation into his alter-ego. But even that moving experience paled into insignificance next to what he was feeling with his soon-to-be wife and queen in his arms.

With the first touch of his lips against hers, Evelyn felt herself come alive in more ways than she ever imagined possible. Her skin was aglow and tingled wherever they were touching, her heart raced with every breath she took, and her soul felt as though it could encompass the universe. As their tongues intertwined, Evelyn became acutely aware that her womanly flower had gotten so wet that a few drops were running down the cheeks of her tight ass and slightly dampening the fabric of her robe. The longer they kissed, the more Evelyn's pussy started to pulse with an aching need to be filled with the rampant cock of her man and stroked with furious abandon until both of them had climaxed at least several times.

"Oh, Adam," Evelyn whispered to him dreamily as he gently broke their kiss, "I love you."

Her words sparked a thought anew in He-man's mind. He had wondered about it a short time ago but pleasant distractions had temporarily supplanted it. Now, fresh in his mind, he put voice to his thought.

"Evelyn," he began, "You've been calling me Adam almost ever since I've been awake. I stand here as He-man, but you still call me Adam. Is there a reason?"

Evelyn looked up into her lover's eyes and sighed before answering.

"My love, Adam is who you are; He-man is what you do. Never confuse the two. Being He-man gives you at least partial invulnerability and unequaled strength but, beneath it all, you are still Adam. Your alter-ego provides you a certain measure of freedom to do things your other half would like to do but, as I have always seen, your heart remains true to those for whom you care and those around you. Maybe that's why I always. . .noticed you, felt something whenever you were there but chose to ignore it or deny it---until now. Make love to me, Adam. Make love to the woman who loves you for you."

With that, Adam/He-man said nothing more and carried Evelyn over to the large bed. As they passed the fire pit, he barely noticed its warmth due to his own heated and growing lust. Adam looked into her enchanting purpurate eyes, the love and lust filling her heart plainly visible in them but a true match for his own concupiscence.

"Do I need to remind you that I, as Adam or He-man, have never. . ."

"I know," Evelyn reassured him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I know."

As Adam moved to set Evelyn in the middle of the bed, he felt an odd tingling sensation under his hand for a moment followed by the warm smoothness of flesh on flesh. Taking a step back, he saw Evelyn propped up on her elbows, her right leg bent at the knee and slightly covering her left thigh. Her robe had disappeared and all her womanly charms were on display for only him to see and enjoy.

"I take it you like what you see," she said, her gaze fixed on the obvious tent in Adam's robe.

Adam looked down and chuckled.

"Uh, oh! It looks as though the 'mighty Ebtu snake' is trapped," he said, making fun of himself. "I'll save it!" Grabbing a hold of the neck opening of his robe, Adam gave a theatric roar and ripped the dark fabric in two then shrugged it from his shoulders. "There," he said as his cock bobbed between his legs, "You're free to roam wherever you want."

"I know where I'd like the 'mighty Ebtu snake' to roam," Evelyn said with a lascivious smile on her face. Again she marveled at the size of his manhood. It was clearly the largest one she had ever seen and, definitely, the largest she would ever be pleasured by. Keldor's had been shorter but nearly as thick as Adam's. But after Keldor had become Skeletor, sex was replaced by even more schemes and dreams of conquering Eternia than before. Maybe that's why he was always is such a pissy-ass mood, Evelyn mused. Not only was he not getting enough, he wasn't getting any!! On that thought, she turned her attention back to where it was intended: Adam. Quickly, she pulled her knees up to her chest and spun around on her butt so as to face her love---and his 'Ebtu snake'.

For his part, Adam was not rushing things and had no intention of it. Besides, what he lacked in skill, he knew he could more than make up for in stamina. For a few moments, he just stood at the edge of the bed and allowed Evelyn's remarkable beauty intoxicate him like an aphrodisiac. Evelyn's almost lily-white skin suited her, though whether it was naturally that way or because of a lack of sun he was not sure. In contrast, his own skin looked as if it had been deeply kissed by the Eternian day. Adam let his eyes rove all over Evelyn's body. Her breasts were round and full and had only a little sag to them. Large and surprisingly dark aureoles seemed to float atop her fleshy mounds while nipples the size of the tip of Adam's pinky crinkled in the centers of those circles, pointing heavenward. Evelyn's hips were equally round and full, hinting at some possibly easy child birthing later, while the silky-smooth legs extending from those hips were long and graceful. As Evelyn spun around to face him, for just a moment, Adam got a peek at her womanly flower. By the glistening of her outer lips, he could tell his lady was eagerly anticipating his attentions. He smiled broadly.

Evelyn took full advantage her position on the bed gave her. She swiftly reached out with one of her hands and captured Adam's cock with a firm but loving grip and pulled him right up to her face. "Mmmmm! Yummy!" she purred with a smile as her lips completely enveloped the head of her Adam's bulging shaft. Evelyn's mind likened it to sucking on a large, ripe plum but was enjoying her task with obvious relish. She fluttered her tongue against the underside of the prepuce then licked all around the circumference as she drew in a bit more of Adam's length.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!" was all Adam could manage as he felt Evelyn's rapturous lips encircle his cockhead. He allowed his head to loll back as his eyes turned upward then closed. While he had been able to kiss and lick the tip of his prong, never had it felt as good as what Evelyn was providing. As if they were acting by themselves, Adam's hands started stroking his love's long, white tresses. He fought against grabbing a handful of hair in each hand and being a bit more forceful because he knew he could hurt her all too easily if he did. 

Evelyn's lingua continued its circular motion as her hand stroked the impressive remainder of Adam's stalk not lovingly embraced by her mouth. By the motions of his hips and his deep breathing, Evelyn knew Adam was getting close to filling her waiting mouth with, undoubtedly, a copious amount of his love seed. Being someone who took the Art of Pleasure with a degree of seriousness, she knew just what it would take to coax his eruption. As she diddled her tongue against the slit in Adam's penis, she reached under his erection and firmly massaged his lemon-sized balls.

That was all it took.

"Evelyn. ." Adam groaned loudly, "I'm. .gonna. .*uuhh*. .cuummm!!!"

True to his word, he had no sooner finished his pronouncement when Evelyn's mouth was filled with the first jet of his thick spunk. Instead of trying to hold it in her mouth to briefly savour the flavor, Evelyn just relaxed her throat muscles and let his cream run right into her stomach. When Adam's cock finally stopped spurting, Evelyn felt as if she had downed about a pint of his cum. With a very happy smile, she took notice that, while Adam had just climaxed, his thick shaft was still rock hard. Who says a woman can't have it all? she mused.

Adam recovered from his potent orgasm after a few seconds of bliss and cast his lustful gaze on Evelyn, who was crawling backward up the bed with a "come-get-me" grin on her face.

"And just where do you think you're going, my wanton little strumpet?" Adam asked her with an equally large smile on his lips. "Because I'm a 'wanton' something else from you."

As her feet touched the pillows at the head of the bed, Evelyn stopped, her body crouched low. She teased herself by swaying side-to-side, tickling her already stiff nipples against the soft, dark cover on the bed.

"Ah, ha!" Evelyn asked with a laugh. "And just what would that something be?" She paused for a moment before surprising Adam with a somersault that placed her exactly where she intended: right back in front of her love, with her legs and arms spread open wide. "You mean, something like this?"

Adam looked at her for a second as though she were his prey and he a hungry loorka cat about to pounce. His eyes then focused their attention on Evelyn's womanly flower, its outer petals wet and slick with the musky dew of their possessor's excitement and already slightly parted. It was with no small degree of arousal that Adam noticed that his bride-to-be had trimmed her soft, white pubic curls into the shape of a half-slumbering eye, a symbol common among wielders of magic.

"I mean exactly like that!" Adam said as he got down on his knees and leaned his head in close. In a flash, Adam's hands were under Evelyn's thighs, pulling her to his eager mouth. But first contact between his mouth and tongue and her flesh was at the well-muscled joint on the inner part of her thigh instead of her thickening pussy lips. This brought a squeal of laughter from Evelyn and she struggled a bit in his grasp but was no match for Grayskull's Champion. Her peals of mirth were mixed with pleas of mercy for Adam to stop, instead he simply switched to the other leg.

"Adammm!!" Evelyn finally managed in between fits of laughter. "Enough!. . .PLEASE!! I am very ticklish and what I want. . .what I need. . .right now is your mouth licking and thrilling my pussy until I cum all over your face! Please!?"

Without hesitation or another sound or word, Adam made a deliberate, long, slow pass between her labia, momentarily delving deep into her channel before continuing on and flicking across the hood of her swollen red clit. Her taste and juices were strong and thick but not unpleasant to Adam's tongue. In fact, he immediately went back for more of the tangy flavor. As he did, Evelyn lay back on the bed and stretched her arms wide, thoroughly enjoying the attention being lavished on her.

Evelyn could tell that this was the first time her paramour had ever orally pleased a woman, but his enthusiasm more than compensated for what he lacked in skill. At the same time she was pleased to be the one introducing him to the ecstasies of sex, Evelyn did find herself growing a bit frustrated by Adam's lack of focus as he switched from something that was driving her mad with pleasure to another method that just kept the fire raging in her loin alight. Evelyn wanted to encourage her lover in finding all the spots on---and in---her that would bring her to a very intense orgasm but had not the heart to tell Adam he was not quite "doing it right". In lieu of verbal instructions, Evelyn opted to utter soft "ooo's" and "ahh's" and move her hips whenever his tongue found just the right spot.

Adam had picked up on Evelyn's body's signals and was doing everything he could to help her achieve the same kind of pleasurable climax she had provided for him. As he continued his lapping and licking of her love channel, he could hardly help but notice that her tight little anus kind of "winked" at him when she made certain sounds. A wicked thought crossed Adam's mind and he smiled at the notion just as a surge of blood stiffened his cock even more.

Evelyn's eyes flew open wide and she gasped in surprise as Adam's tongue tickled her rosebud and was forging an opening through her tight sphincter. Mmmmm! she thought, He's certainly getting into the spirit, isn't he? But when she felt his finger brush against her asshole, she decided it was time to say something.

"My lord," she addressed him with a slight bit of formality. "While what you're intending to do is very pleasant and something I enjoy greatly, perhaps we should save that particular delight until after you've used your mighty battering ram of a cock and made me cum more times than I could count?"

"As my queen desires," Adam replied with a smile before he resumed licking her tasty pussy.

Having gained some confidence about what Evelyn liked to be done to her---and wanting her to have a good climax---Adam to employ a finger to assist him to that end. There was no need to wet his thick digit before pressing it slowly into her as she was so wet that her juices were running down into the crack of her ass. At first, he just pushed it straight in until the last knuckle of his middle finger was right up against Evelyn's clit. Slowly, he worked his finger in and out but, each time he slid it in, he put just the tiniest bit more push behind it to further his lady's pleasure. When Adam saw that her breathing had gotten more quick and ragged, he changed his motion and started twisting his finger back and forth and bending it so it rubbed all around the inside of Evelyn's cunt.




Strange Bedfellows



For her part, Evelyn was experiencing an ecstasy she had never known before. While she was no stranger to the attentions of a man, it had always been with someone who was far more interested in attaining their own satisfaction rather than it being a mutual arrangement. With Adam, she could feel the difference just from his touch. Every move, every caress, was specifically dedicated to bringing as much excitement, as much pleasure, to her as he could give. But that's how he is, she thought. Giving to others without concern for anything in return. As if to save Evelyn's spirit from a tearful outburst, her body chose that moment to reward her own selflessness with a series of a rather intense orgasms that took control of her body and made her tremble uncontrollably.

"OOOOOOOO!! AAAAHHHHHHH!! YEEEAAAHHHH!!" she screamed. As one climax ebbed, another would tear through her. Evelyn tried looking between her legs at Adam but her eyes refused to focus. After a second try, she just gave up and let the feelings continue to wash over her like a wave.

Evelyn's orgasm almost surprised Adam as much as it did her. He felt her become stiff and rigid but her muscles were trembling under her skin. Then she started screaming! At first, Adam thought he had inadvertently done something to hurt her but soon realized it was quite the contrary when a squirt of Evelyn's juices sprayed him in his mouth and on his nose. Ahh, yes! he thought as he swallowed her delicious effusion. Give me more!

 Adam went on licking and fingering.

Evelyn's orgasm lasted for several minutes. By the time she had recovered enough for the world to make something resembling sense, she saw and felt her beloved kissing her labia with light presses of his lips. She could not help but smile.

"Adam," she said as she reached out her hand to him."Come to me."

Taking her hand, Adam let Evelyn draw him to her side. As soon as he was beside her, Evelyn was almost attacking his lips with her kisses. He still tasted like her sex but she had always enjoyed her own taste ever since she learned how to pleasure herself. Evelyn's tongue was soon slipping and sliding against Adam's and she wrapped her arms as far as she could around his muscular chest and pulled him to her as tight as she could manage.

Adam switched his attention from Evelyn's lips to her neck and continued on down until he was kissing the tops of her milky breasts. Her skin had a faint salty tang to it from her previous orgasm and there was a scent about her that just screamed "sex!" As his lips traveled further down her breast, Adam flicked his tongue against Evelyn's right nipple. A light sigh from her lat him know that Evelyn was as sensitive here as she was on her clit. Adam wrapped his lips around the swollen nub and sucked it into his mouth where it grew a bit larger still.

"Oohhh, Adam," Evelyn moaned as his writhing lingua danced all over and around her stiffened teat. Everywhere his tongue touched caused her to shiver with delectation and goose bumps formed all over her skin. After a few minutes of licking, nibbling, and teasing her right nipple, Adam switched to over her left and eliciting similar responses.

When she could stand no more, Evelyn gently pulled away from him and lifted his chin with her left hand to look him in his beautiful blue eyes. Right at that moment, she knew she could never refuse him anything, no matter what he would ask and she would do so without hesitation, something Evelyn would have never done for anyone else.

"Lay back, my love," she told him as she pushed on his chest. "You've got a magnificently large cock, Adam, and it's most certainly the largest I'll have ever had in me. . ." Evelyn paused as she saw a big grin spread across Adam's lips. "And just what are you grinning about?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied nonchalantly. "But if you think I'm big now, just wait until you see what 'King Adam' packs in his pants every morning. Let's just say that this is the. . .travel-size version of that package."

"You've got to be. . ." was all Evelyn managed to say when she realized that Adam was telling her the truth. "Oh, my!" she gasped aloud when her beloved showed her with his fingers just how big he was talking about. "Oh, my!!" Evelyn said again, somewhat at a loss for anything else to say at the moment. When she had finally composed her thoughts enough, she continued. "Umm. . . Yes. . .Well, we'll get to that when the time comes. .I mean arises. .that is, gets here! But right now, I want to be able to ride you and maintain some control of things. We'll need to do this for a while until we both get used to the sensations of our joining. After that, we'll be able to try other positions. But, for now, my king, just take your ease and let your bedchamber harlot pleasure and please you."

"My bedchamber harlot, eh?" Adam asked with a smile and a wink. "I think I'd have to agree with you on that." Saying nothing more, the master of the bed stretched out on the dark, velvet feeling covers and awaited his harlot's attentions. Adam thought it was funny that he had pleasantly shaken his queen's perception of his real body, especially since what he told her was true. That's one muscle that was mine from the start, he mused, And one I'm always going to keep---He-man or not.

Evelyn's mind was spinning. Beginning in her teen years, she had been a great aficionado and admirer of the male figure. Evelyn even went so far as to study the fine arts of drawing, painting, and sculpture in an effort to better understand the male species. During her years learning the Art of Magic, she also studied the inner workings of the body through anatomy to learn the "why's" and "whereof's" as to a spell or potion's effect. On a personal note, she would never deny her predeliction for men who had been gifted with a nice, thick penis. It sometimes amused Evelyn that the men were too concerned about how long their members were instead of how wide, especially since it was the extra friction of their girth that would provide the woman with the most pleasure.

And that was something the former spell mistress of Snake Mountain ardently relished.

When she had first rescued He-man---no, Adam---from the forest, Evelyn could scarcely believe her fortune. Even though circumstances had put them on opposite sides of the battle lines, there was no abnegating that, in He-man, Evel-Lyn had found her ideal male specimen. At times, it was all she could do to keep her wits about her as she secretly watched his fluid and graceful movements. As she looked at his unconscious form lying atop the Bacchanalian vine, Evelyn knew she had to react swiftly to save his life. Back at her lair, as she was preparing her "guest" for treatment, she could hardly resist taking a peek at what was not shown by what little He-man wore. Evelyn was pleasantly surprised when she saw that all of his great, gorgeous muscles included the one between his legs. She smiled as she put her imagination to work for a moment, summoning forth what it might feel like to have that mighty shaft of potent maleness plunging in and out of her more than willing pussy.

But as her gaze fell across He-man's exquisite unclad body and his serene countenance, a new feeling swept through her. No longer did she regard him as the consummate male form, she could truly see. . .HIM! Evelyn saw. . .Prince Adam. . .not He-man! Try as she might, Evelyn could no longer see He-man, the mighty Champion of Eternia; only Adam. The more she studied him, the more she felt something else stirring deep within her, something she had not felt in a very, very long time.

"How can this be?" she whispered to herself. But the longer Evelyn looked at him, the more she realized that there was far more in her heart than just an appreciation of the male physique, especially for this one. Surely, he would reject even the very idea of the two of us. . . Evelyn cut her thoughts off in mid-notion then distracted herself from continuing them by casting a spell that levitated her guest into the air then slowly immersed him in the pool of gray healing goo in the floor. Once she knew he was in no further jeopardy, Evelyn excused herself to an adjoining chamber for a relaxing soak.

Relaxation, though, was not hers to be had. The scented water tickled and enticed her senses, the warm, frothing bubbles danced all over her skin, and the wisps of steam floating above the massive pool swirled and took on suggestive shapes. As Evelyn dozed lightly, vivid images of glorious unions with her guest made her moan longingly. Coming out of her reverie, Evelyn tried to relieve some of the pent-up tension with a very vigorous session of masturbation but felt only marginally better after three intense climaxes. Not knowing what else to do, she removed herself to the perceived comfort of her bed in an effort to find solace. Much to her chagrin, Evelyn found herself becoming only more aware of his presence, especially since he was only ten paces away. The sexually frustrated spell mistress finally managed to let sleep claim her but had needed the easement of two more languorous peaks to aid her. Evelyn slept soundly but her dreams were as sexually charged as her waking thoughts.

Two days had elapsed since then.

And things had changed greatly.

As Adam rested with his hands behind his head and a smile on his lips, Evelyn stood up on the bed and placed her feet on either side of her king's waist. As she gazed down at him, lovingly, Evelyn's prurient mind began conjuring images of other possible avenues of sex play (of which, at least one of those activities had four lengths very stout chains, leather vestures, and a thin whip or two involved).

Now, now, Evelyn scolded herself with a wicked smile, They'll be time for that later on.

 As she lowered herself, the future queen of Eternia reached between her legs and firmly grasped Adam's manhood. To further tease the two of them Evelyn deliberately brushed the crown between her labia and against her clit, for a few passes. Adam felt the muscles in his ass tighten and he had to resist a very powerful urge to thrust upward as his cockhead slipped effortlessly through the petals of her well-moistened flower. With each pass just beyond Evelyn's heavenly channel, Adam groaned a little louder and had to fight just a bit harder to maintain his control. Evelyn was driving herself equally wild with lust and was also hard-pressed to not just slam her hips down and take Adam's whole length into her in one stroke.

When their eyes met, the lovers knew their union was to last forever.

Evelyn held her lover's shaft still and pushed her hips slightly downward. As the head slipped into the velvety embrace of her sex, both Adam and Evelyn sighed in equal measures of satisfaction and relief. For Adam, there were no words to describe the intense sensation their union was providing him. Many times had he tried to envisage what it would be like but he knew now there was no way he could have possibly prepared himself for this kind of joining with another. He felt a deep connection to Evelyn that went beyond mere physical contact, almost as if their spirits had become one. Although he was not at all sure how to do it, Adam tried reaching out with his consciousness, his mind, his essence, to Evelyn so as to come together even more. Just as he thought he felt near to success, Adam also felt his cock slip a bit further into his queen.

As she sat astride Adam's rampant hard-on, Evelyn was also riding on a cloud of near absolute sexual bliss. She had told Adam the truth: he did possess the largest shaft of manhood it had ever been her experience to behold and enjoy. As the breadth of his glans spread her open, Evelyn was enthralled by the sensations it elicited from her, even to the extreme of making her feel like she was in the process of losing her virginity for a second time. When another inch slid into her tight channel, Evelyn leaned her head back and gasped, swishing her long, flowing tresses across Adam's thighs.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she groaned loudly. There was a tiny bit of pain that accompanied the intense pleasure but it was a minor annoyance. Evelyn steadied herself for a moment before impaling her pussy even further onto Adam's manmeat. At that moment, a small orgasm raced through Evelyn's body and supplied her well-stuffed cunt with some additional---and unexpected---lubrication. The slight tremor caused her to temporarily lose her focus and she slid the rest of the way down Adam's shaft. Suddenly full of his cock, Evelyn's pussy spasmed around it and she climaxed a second time.

"Uuuuuhhh!" was all Evelyn could utter as everything around her seemed to spin.

Adam felt Evelyn's pussy squelch wetly around his throbbing shaft as her ass bounced against his hips. Buried balls-deep between her nether lips, Eternia's soon-to-be king was feeling better than he ever remembered having felt before. Most of the sensations were concentrated around his groin but he noticed his skin felt tingly and alive all over. He tried his best not to move but the desire to push his hips up against her was almost overwhelming. As Evelyn's eyes found his, Adam could not help but see the glazed look in her normally lucid, purple eyes and the expression of incredulity on her face. He was about to say something, but Evelyn cut his words off.

"I'm fine, my love," she said softly, her eyes closed. "I just need a minute to. . .mmmmmm. . .get re-focused and used to your glorious size." Evelyn continued as got herself situated, but this time her gaze was boring straight into the very core of Adam's being. "I, Evelyn, pledge my heart, my love, and my loyalty to you, Adam, for now and all time. Trust in me with all of your heart and do not be afraid. As we take our pleasure with each other, there are things I am going to show you that very few mortal eyes have ever seen. This I do to show you the depth of my love. Be thee ready?"

"Yes," Adam answered before Evelyn's words fully registered in his mind.

"Then. . .Behold," Evelyn said, her voice echoing with eldritch power. As she raised her hand, it glowed with a lavender radiance. As the radiance grew, the sexually joined pair were gently levitated off the bed. Evelyn's long, white hair rose slowly up, as if suspended in water, flowing and rippling as if being stirred by a light current. A pale, translucent sphere of magical energy flashed and flickered all around them.

In a sudden flare of light, they were gone.

From Adam's point of view, it looked as though Evelyn's lair had vanished and he was looking up at a night sky ablaze with more stars than he ever recalled seeing---and a planet that appeared very familiar. Taking a quick glance around at the barren, rocky landscape, he knew immediately where they were: Eternia's moon! Adam was awestruck. He never knew Evelyn possessed such power. Since she obviously did, it begged the question: why had she never used it before?

Maybe that's what she was talking about when she said 'a lot had changed', Adam pondered.

One thing that had not changed, though, was Evelyn's presence. Adam could still see her and feel her sitting across his waist. The visage of her brightly glowing eyes and her wildly splayed out hair may have terrified those faint of heart but Adam's eyes only saw the woman he loved. As he gazed up at her, she chose that moment to slowly raise her hips until only the head of Adam's cock was still in her then, with equal slowness, she pushed herself back down the length of his shaft. That single stroke intensified the fire in Adam's loins, making him want to do it again but faster.

And harder.

Then faster and harder still.

Faster. Harder. Over and over until their mutual climaxes swept their senses away.

Evelyn slid up and down Adam's cock again, increasing her speed by a tiny fraction. This time, though, she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his hardness on both strokes. Adam groaned. It felt as if she were trying to drive him mad with desire! The sensations were exquisite but he likened the wait as to being near to torture. But, given their current location, he understood how Evelyn's concentration would be focused on maintaining her spell. That thought prompted a question in Adam's thoughts but it was answered before he was ever able to give voice.

"We are both safe and unseen whilst we remain in this sphere, dear husband," Evelyn reassured him. "Observe. . ."

Again the sphere vanished.

When they reappeared, Adam could see they were atop a high mountain. Clouds surrounded the peak but were still thousands of feet below the summit and the Eternian sun was shining brightly in the sky above. Here and there in the distance, smaller peaks were barely visable through the clouds. Again, Adam knew where they were: Mount Eternos, the highest and coldest mountain of all. He knew that, even as He-man, he should be suffering from hypothermia and having a hard time breathing in the thin air but Adam felt neither. In fact, the warming rays of the sun felt rather good to him. He reached up and cupped Evelyn's breasts in his hands, letting her stiff nipples stick out from between his index and middle fingers. Gently, Adam massaged her fleshy globes and pinched the raspberry-sized nubs until she moaned as loudly as he had only a short time before.

"Oooohhhhh1" she gasped at his ministrations just before giving his cock another stroke. "So, my lover now joins me in enjoying the majesty of the world! Good. You have my word that you will not be disappointed."

"With you, Evelyn," Adam told her adoringly, "I could never be disappointed."

Evelyn smiled then bent down and kissed him.

"There's more to see, beloved."

As she sat up, Adam saw that they had teleported yet again. This time they were surrounded by a blackness so deep that Adam had to wonder exactly where they were. The sphere's magical energy was providing ample light to see within its confines but none of it was illuminating what was outside. Suddenly, a gigantic eye partially opened to the left of the sphere. Adam was spellbound by the sight. It took him a moment to understand why the eye could be seen in such absolute darkness but as he took a better look at it, he observed myriad little glowing dots surrounding the creature's iris. When a fish no bigger than Adam's thumb swam past the eye, he watched as the monsterous ocular orb followed its movement.

Inadvertently, Adam was held his breath and tried hard to remain still, not wanting to draw the attention of the eye's owner. Evelyn, however, had increased her pace until it was a steady rhythm of sliding up and down on Adam's manhood. She saw the worried look on her paramour's face and let a small snicker escape her lips.

"While even He-man is best advised to be wary of the Great Leviathan," Evelyn told him, "we are in no danger, for the time being. It can sense the presence of my magic but not our exact location. Throughout both written and oral history, there are legends and myths of a great creature who lives in the deepest ocean on Eternia. No one has ever seen the Great Leviathan's full size or true form, only its mighty tentacles when they break the surface. What its purpose and motives remain unknown although it is reported to be an intelligent being."

As the great eye closed, Evelyn whisked them away again.

Adam was thoroughly awed by the many wonderous sites Evelyn gave him the privilage and the pleasure of seeing for himself. While he had seen some of the ancient ruins across his world, Evelyn had taken him to four other sites that had been lost to recorded history.




Strange Bedfellows



All the while, she kept on riding him at a steady but ever-increasing speed.

Evelyn had also taken them back into space twice more: first, to watch the sun crest the eastern horizon from orbit and, second, to ride a comet as it streaked along, its tail stretching out behind it for tens of millions of miles.

Up and down, up and down.

At one point, Evelyn had halted their teleportation between places and showed Adam the beauty of what she referred to as the "Twixt" realm. It was alive with color and motion, scents and sounds. All Adam could liken it to was seeing and being part of the life in a drop of pond water but everything was comprised of light and energy instead of organic molecules.

In and out, in and out.

When Evelyn felt Adam's climax nearing, she whisked them back to her cavern lair so she could completely lose herself in the sensations of their union. As the lavander sphere faded away, Evelyn was bouncing up and down on Adam's cock as fast as she could. To add to her stimulation, Adam continued pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Suck on them," she asked him. "Please, suck on them and bite them."

Propping himself up on an elbow, Adam gave Evelyn what she desired and wrapped his hungry lips around her left nipple and drew it into his mouth, teasing it with rapid flicks of his tongue. Then, as hard as he dared, Adam nibbled on the stiff nub.

"Oooooohhhhh!" Evelyn gasped and moaned. "Yeeeesssss!"

Adam could no longer remain still and started gently thrusting his hips upward as Evelyn was completing a downward sroke. After just a dozen or so of these lunges, Adam felt his scrotum tighten and his cock swell in anticipation of a powerful climax.

Evelyn gasped again when she felt Adam's shaft thicken. She knew they were both so close that it would not take long or much to push them both over the edge. To her surprise, Evelyn found herself wanting that more than anything she had ever wanted before.

Her magic no longer mattered.

Her lair became just a hole in a cliff face.

Even taking her next breath or existing beyond that moment was of no concern to her.

All she wanted was to feel Adam's hot seed spurt deep into her.

"Adam. ." Evelyn panted as her pussy started contracting wildly, drenching his cock with her juices. "Do it! Cum, my. .love! Shoot. .your cum. .into me! Make me. .your slut! *Oooohhhh!* Fuck me. .Adam! Fuck me hard!"

Hearing his queen-to-be cursing and telling him to cum was all it took for Adam. With a final, mighty upward thrust, Adam released a torrent of sperm into Evelyn's now thoroughly soaked quim. Jet after jet of his seed filled her womb, some of which was forced back out when he started plunging his cock in and out of her again. Evelyn's most intense orgasm overwhelmed her senses when she felt the first gush of Adam's spunk splatter all over the walls of her pussy. She gasped loudly as her body began to tremble and she sagged forward against Adam's powerful chest.

"Oh, yes. . ." Evelyn whispered over and over. "Oh, yes. . ."

Adam was feeling both very, very satisfied and equally pleased and proud of himself. He pulled Evelyn tightly against him, wrapping his muscular arms lovingly around her. It felt so good to feel her warm, soft skin against his, to feel her nipples pressing into his pecs, to let himself love her without any reservations or hesitancies.

He was, finally, truly happy.

Still sporting an erection, and wanting to enjoy more carnal delights with his "slut" (her words), Adam made his cock twitch in Evelyn's pussy.

"Ooooooo!" Evelyn laughed as she felt the movement within her, "My leige is still feeling a bit randy, is he?"

"Yes, he is," Adam replied with a smile.

"Mmmmmm. . ." Evelyn purred into his neck. "Well, we'll just have to see what we'll be able to do about that. But, for now, will you just hold me?"

"Anything my queen desires." Adam promised her as he hugged her a bit tighter. "Anything."

* * * *

The image in the great crystal mirror rippled then faded into nothingness as Teela motioned her hand in front of it. With a bit of a heavy heart, she turned away from the scrying device and aimlessly began to wander the massive, forboding halls of Grayskull.

"You must let him go," echoed another's words in her mind.

"More easily said than done," the Guardian of Grayskull whispered to herself. Still, she thought, He-man/Adam was probably right, about us being friends who believed we were destined to be lovers. And more. . . Teela shook off the feeling.She knew she should feel happy for her long-time friend and colleague but she could not help but be more than a ltiile troubled and concerned at the thought of one of Eternia's would-be conquorers becoming queen by virtue of marrying the newly crowned king.

"Have faith in her, as Adam does," came a disembodied voice. "Evelyn has changed more than you realize she has."

"Perhaps," Teela replied to the voice, "But perhaps you only see your daughter as you want to her to be, Faceless One."

"Perhaps," he said, granting Teela the possibility of being right. "Only time will tell."

Silence filled the ancient castle once more.



Strange Bedfellows



It was almost Sunset and I was doing a load of dishes when I heard the knock at my door.

"Fuck," I muttered to my empty kitchen, my arms covered up to my elbows in soap and dishwater as I exhaled and blew little bubbles everywhere, crying out to whoever it was at my door, "Just a minute...!"

I could have swore I heard another timid knock at my door as I shook the soapy film from my hands with a few sharp snaps of my wrists and strode to the door, expecting Jehovah's Witnesses or some neighbor that would only deign to talk to me only when asking for some random thing.

Instead, I opened the door to find my friend May sobbing, a river of tears cutting a channel down her smooth brown cheeks. Her olive shaped amber eyes were normally alight with wit and laughter, but now were swollen and red from crying.

"I'm sorry Ethan- I would have called bu-but..." She broke down, and she looked exhausted, wounded and defeated.

"Don't worry about it," I gently took her by the shoulder and pulled her into my house, away from the prying eyes of my elderly neighbor and the Summer heat. It was damn hot out and in addition to tears, May was drenched from not only sweat but some unknown substance- a red stickiness contrasting with the deep, dark brown of her face, neck and and arms. It even managed to cling to her shortly cropped, thick curly hair as well as the black of her over-sized Pink Floyd t-shirt.

"Sit here, I'll be right back," I said firmly but gently, and though she would have said something smart-ass at me telling her what to do- in her state she just collapsed, like a puppet who just had it's strings cut into my aged but comfortable reading chair. I got us both ice water and towels so she could get off the sweat and whatever it was on her and I my hands still wet from doing the mostly completed pile of dishes.

Bawling sobs ripped through my apartment and with a shaky hand she accepted the large glass with her surprisingly strong grip, taking several heavy drinks of the refreshingly cold water.

I sat there silently- waiting for her to speak. My eyes were intent on her face. She usually looked me in the eye, strong and confident- but today she looked down, broken. It was sad to see. She numbly wiped at the unknown crimson spatter mingled with sweat from her caramel skin, and rubbed at the patina of snot above her thick, purple lips. Wracking sobs shook her body as I could see her white, but slightly crooked teeth show through a pained grimace. To say May's ancestry was mixed would be an understatement- her ancestry was comprised of black, Korean, German and a Hodge-Podge of a few other random nationalities. She was pretty, but fell just short of being beautiful- She'd probably look stunning in a dress, but it'd take a a million dollars AND a SWAT team to get her into one. She was the quintessential Tomboy, from the brazen way she spoke, to being able to spot me at the gym down to the way she kept her curly hair- black and dyed with red highlights and cropped short in a relaxed style that was unintentionally flattering. 

If my gaze were to wander down, I'd see what was probably quite the body hidden underneath those baggy clothes- petite, muscular and voluptuous- but I didn't...

Really, it was because that would have been a moot point really. May was gay and a total fucking butch. Gayer than the whole YMCA discography- in fact we met through a former girlfriend of mine, Abby. Abby was "bi-sexual". Though I think it was just term for Abby being unable to commit to anything- even the gender of her sexual partners. As she did with me, Abby decided for some random reason- maybe because it was Black Friday or something, that she liked dick again and moved to Toronto with some dread-locked stoner guy who spoke French and sold hemp products out of this head shop. It was rather sudden, leaving May not a little hurt, not unlike how Abby had had left me when she got together with May.

I remember wanting to be bitter at May when I first met her, but I couldn't help but enjoy her easy, honest smile, the way she always said what was on her mind, and her infectious laugh. 

Ironically- it chapped Abby's ass that May and I got on as well as we did. I think May was supposed to be something to flaunt in front of me for whatever stupid reason. I have to admit, I enjoyed robbing Abby of that.

Instead, we got to talking about how Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was often overrated off the mat and from there, why Metallica should have quit after The Black Album, finally to why Fosters was still decent beer in spite of the hate.

So, long after Abby had departed for the Great White North, May and I kept talking. We were platonic friends, obviously, despite her having a great rack and an ass that could make even baggy, thrasher jeans look good. As far as I was concerned, she was off the market- not even remotely interested nor ever would be. I have plenty of other women friends who were hetero and we weren't dating or fucking. The tried and trite "Let's just be friends", as long as it was offered sincerely, never stopped me from actually being friends with a woman. It was the same thing with her- I didn't weird things up by hitting on her, and I didn't hit on her girlfriends. We worked out like we were just two dude friends. Unlike my other women friends, May had the additional perk that my hetero chick friends didn't in that we could go look at tits together. 

Four months ago May had met this chick in her Women's studies class who kind of reminded me of Abby. Sure, Carmen was Abby's physical polar opposite- short where Abby had been tall. Carmen was a dark skinned Latina where Abby was about as Irish as Corned Beef and Cabbage- her skin like milk and freckled with cinnamon. Carmen was curvy where Abby was slender. It wasn't her body type or skin tone that made her another Abby but the same, juvenile need for attention and a ruthless ability to apply histrionics and manipulation to get it.

I remember laughing with May one night over some beers after work a few weeks ago and she told me how Carmen thought I was gay.

"Really?" I blinked,"Why would she think that?"

"Yunno- I asked her the same damn thing," May responded after thinking on it as she took a deep swig from her gold and blue can of Fosters,"You know what she told me?"

"What?" I asked- I mean I bathed and used deodorant and I laughed at Mrs. Doubtfire but I wasn't exactly Metro or anything. Why would I ping on her gaydar?

"He never hit on me" Carmen said," May replied, looking at me pointedly," You believe that shit?"

We both had a good laugh at that. It wasn't that Carmen wasn't fuckable, she was. I might have been El Juero Blanco, but I was equal-opportunity. However you wanted to slice it, Carmen was my buddy's girl. Regardless of what May wore underneath her Fruit of the Loom's she was still my bro, and I would never violate the "Bro Code" like that, No IF's, AND's or BUT's. I recall thinking back on it, and something about that struck me as just arrogant on Carmen's part. I told myself I was probably just reading too much into things- and May really liked her and I did the best I could to be a good wing man.

My other friends gave me shit (As I'm sure some of May's dyke buddies gave her shit for hanging out with a straight dude) for hanging out with a "dyke" but I'd fuck with them back, "Jim, you're just jealous she gets better poon than you." And it's true- she had some great taste in women- well, at least in the way of looks. I couldn't really fault her for the inability to see past a pretty face, especially since we had shared at least one pretty, albeit shallow girl. I had learned my lessons and was pickier now, better able to see the telltale red flags than May was. 

Now May was here, in tears.

"So May, what happened?" I asked, absentmindedly scrubbing at an errant spot of dish soap drying on my hairy forearms. May just wasn't prone to this crying shit- even before during her other breakups. she was as much, if not more of a dude, than I was. Something was different about today, and even if it felt a bit awkward, I'd do my best to be there for my friend.

"Fuck Ethan..." She exhaled sharply then breathed in after, letting out a loud sigh, "I think Carmen...I think she left me."

I almost wondered aloud, "How can you THINK someone left you?" but I caught myself, instead I just gave her a "go on, I'm listening" look.

"Carmen had picked me up from class and I just wanted to go home- it's hot and all. I was fucking tired, but she wanted to go out drinking and dancing. We had talked this morning about just having a nice quiet evening together tonight- we hadn't gotten to see each other all that much. Of course that started us to fighting about stupid shit. You know, how she seems to think that I was cheating around on her, I was pissed she kept asking- you know I'm not, and I was tired of having to keep justifying myself to her. It made me think that maybe there was someone else- the thief is the first person to accuse another person of pick pocketing, right? God, it was so fucking embarrassing how we were all Jerry Springer at the stoplight as people in the cars next to us just kept giving us funny looks."

I winced as she paused for a breath. I've been witness to one or two of those fights, and honestly, I was surprised they didn't end up in knock-out drag out sessions where the cops had to be called.

"Yeah, I hate that shit too, man." Abby had been prone to hysteria, she had this fetish for pulling these epic-ass tantrums in public...The last person I dated was more sedate, but prone to the passive-aggressive bullshit. That wasn't much better. I swear, there were times I wished I was fucking gay- until I found out from May that gay dudes liked to play the same bullshit games. No tits and vag for the same drama? No fucking thank you.

"My sister CeeCee had called from her boyfriends phone- you know how we were planning Mom's birthday? Carmen was giving me the third fucking degree, and just flipped out and knocked the phone out of my hand." This couldn't have happened but forty minutes ago, and understandably, this was hard for her to talk about. 

"Christ," I muttered- I didn't like where this was heading and I was afraid for my friend.

"I fucking flipped out Ethan. I yelled at her..." She confessed in a quiet voice," I just couldn't...I was hot and tired and just fucking fed up, you know? I told her to pull over."

I gave her a "I don't blame you" look. Someone grabbing something out of my hand or knocking it out was enough to make me want to swing on someone too, tits or no," What'd you do?"

She looked at me, her hands shaking so much I had to take the now empty glass from her hands before she dropped it and her voice shuddered and hitched," I told her that I was fucking tired of this...this princess bullshit. I love her Ethan- but fuck, it's just day in and day out. Does everything have to be fucking Vietnam with these bitches?"

"It shouldn't have to be, dude," I said with a shrug," But should and shit begin the same way for a reason."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," May answered, her teeth grinding together in anguish and a bitter cast warping her normally pretty features," She- told me to get the fuck out of the car- but first she JUST HAD to tell me that she had met someone else- some bitch from her work and because she hadn't fucking gutted me enough, she threw her Slurpee in my face."

"What a fucking cunt." I muttered. What was it with some women? Not enough that they twisted the knife in, but they had to cover it in salt and then break it off inside too? That wasn't quite fair- I've been my own kind of dick to women too, and I've seen my dude friends do some petty shit that wasn't anywhere near necessary. Part of growing up for both genders, I guess.

"So...I don't have my phone and you were ten minutes away. I was praying...that you were home. I just- you've always been there to talk to."

I was supposed to go out and play darts with some guys at work- but I had a feeling that May was going to need me tonight.

"I'm gonna need to place to crash tonight Ethan- I just don't feel like going home." She looked almost sheepish when she asked.

"Don't even sweat it bro. Mi casa, Su casa." It was kind of a running joke with each other we always called each other shit like "Dude", "Bro" "Man"- I guess it also made the gender issue a bit easier to deal with.

She sighed in relief and sadness," Thanks man. I just- I'm just so fucked up."

"I've been there. You were there for me when I needed it too May. I was gonna go out tonight-"

"Oh no..." May said, crestfallen,"I didn't mea-"

I waved my hand dismissively," -It's just some buddies from work. I spend enough time with their sorry asses all week long anyway. I was just saying, let me give them a call to cancel. Do you wanna take a shower and get all that crap off of you?"

She nodded gratefully and said,"...Yeah."

"Right on. There are guest towels on the rack and a spare sponge."

Through her tears, she started to shake her head in mock dismay,"You're such a fag, Ethan."

There was my buddy May, tough as nails and able to talk shit with the best of them,"Shut the fuck up and go wash that bee cum off your face, you asshole." 

She laughed despite her grief and went to go shower. I called my work buddy to cancel- but it turned out to work out just fine, one dude almost forgot his wife's anniversary and the other one had a hot date last minute. I made up the couch for her and got some clothes that I hoped would fit her, one of my white undershirts and some brown drawstring sleepy pants left over from Passive-Aggressive girl who was about May's height, but far more slender. I thought they would fit...maybe- most of my clothes were just too big for her.

I went to go set it in front of the door as I heard the sound of the shower running, and I before I knew what was happening, I saw the door cracked and tried to look down as quickly as I could- but it was too late to keep me from getting a decent look.

May wasn't facing me, I saw her from behind. She always wore clothes that understated her figure in over-sized baggy shirts, loose jeans and shorts that nearly reached her shins, but I had always guessed that she was built like a brick-shit house- you know, solid but also curvy? I wasn't wrong- she was muscular and I could see her back, complete with a tattoo of two rainbow colored female symbols wreathed in thorny roses, her arms were well toned but probably her best feature was a full ass that looked like two brown cantaloupes held up by short, unshaven muscular legs, ending in strong, but shapely calves. She was bending over, pulling down what looked like grey boxer briefs giving me a brief flash of kinky black pubic hair and poking under the cleft of plump pussy lips. Her breasts were full enough that I could see them from the side- even a hint of a large, milk-chocolate colored nipple. She didn't shave, but that never bothered me. I always joked that I wouldn't make a woman shave her legs if she didn't make me shave mine. At the sight of my friend's nudity, I looked away blushing like a fucking kid. It was like looking at your buddy at the locker room in the locker room, or taking a peek at another dude's dick while you were pissing in the urinal- you just didn't do it.

"Uh...May, I uh..." God, I was stammering, my mouth dry as I tried to push the image of what I just saw out of my mind.

"What?" She yelled, tears still in her voice."I can barely hear you over the water."

"I left you some clothes Br-bro." That last word was hard to get out as I clapped my hand over my eyes," Give me your shit and I'll throw it in the washer."

One of her small, sinewy arms thrust her clothes to me and I almost gingerly accepted them from her, doing my damnedest to not touch her chonies.

I threw them into the wash, trying to ignore the the scent of her- sweaty, but still very much healthy woman.

"Don't be a fucking perv," I admonished myself under my breath as I poured in some soap and started the machine.

She showered for a good long time. That red gunk was everywhere and probably a bitch and a half to get out. Not to mention I would have needed to get clean on an emotional level after something like what happened with her and Carmen.

May emerged from her shower to the sight of me frying up some steak and potatoes. Her hair was gleaming and wet the red highlights shining, my white shirt clung to her bra-less breasts like a second skin, hanging over what was a tight and toned stomach. Even the brown sleep pants fit too tight to make me feel comfortable in my platonic-ness.

"What?" She asked, giving me that "..the fuck you looking at, buddy?" look.

"Nothing man," I lied and cleared the nervous lump from my throat," Grab a beer, and grab me one too."

"Do I look like your bitch, fucker?" She asked, playfully.

"No, just a plain ol' bitch." I laughed,"You still like your steak charred?"

"Yeah, I eat it like a human being, not how you do, practically like it's fucking red wings." She shot back. I could tell she was still tore up, but this is what she needed right now. May wasn't some little flower that needed to be stepped around and she liked that I never treated her like that.

"Damn straight Red Wings, pearl applicator, string and everything" I shot back, pressing her steak onto the flat pan my own oozing delicious red on a bed of potatoes.

"You're so fucking gross Ethan." She said making a sour face, but laughing as she went into my fridge and dug out two beers, popping the caps off with twist of her hands. She was shaking less I noticed- that was good.

"Says the fucker that eats charcoal." I shot back, smirking.

I threw her clothes into the drier for her, and joined her in the living room where we sat, eating on the couch that I had made up for her. We ate and drank beer as we watched "Hang 'em High", typical guy fare, and from that we watched another Clint Eastwood gem "Gran Torino." We both loved that movie- we had watched it so much that we could quote every grouchy old racial slur from that old cracker's snarling lips. By the time that movie was done, our dead soldiers had become a whole unit that went MIA.

I felt my head swimming as we laughed. I found it harder and harder to not to look at May's bouncing tits as she chortled at lines we had both heard over a dozen times before. At the end of this gruff, but poignant movie we heard Clint Eastwood's gravelly voice trying and failing badly to croon out the song at the end credits- that part always set us both howling. I tried to focus on laughing as I felt myself swell and harden in my pants to the sight of May's nipples making stiff points in the thin cloth of the white tee-shirt. I told myself it was just her natural reaction to the cold, and to stop being such a jerk about it.

"Christ...," I muttered to myself as I could see the outline of her large areola clearly showing through the thin white material.

"What?" She asked and saw what I was looking at and looked down as if she forgot they were there herself." Yeah- I have tits, so fucking what?"

"No you don't" I said trying to keep my face- and my priorities, straight," And you have a cock bigger than mine."

She looked at me and snorted, even that course expression not diminishing her beauty.

I stood up on woozy legs and almost fell, but caught myself with the edge of the couch. I winced as my shoulders gave a twinge from the sudden jarring, causing me to wince and inhale sharply.

"What's the matter?" May asked, her eyes only slightly more unfocused than mine.

"Nothing..." I said, trying to rub the soreness out of my back. I had overworked at the gym today and because it had been a long day, my body was complaining, the little slip causing a murmur to turn into a loud complaint.




Strange Bedfellows



"C'mere." She beckoned me to sit next to her on the couch. Something in me told me this wasn't a good idea...

"No May...I should just get some sleep." I protested.

"Don't be a pussy, Ethan," She told me and that settled it, I just wasn't in the mood to argue myself out of a back rub, especially with how sore I was.

I sat down in front of her, and I tried to ignore how good she smelled as her hands, small but rather strong, wrung the tension from my back even in a way that both hurt and felt good at once.

"Oww..." I winced as she pinched my neck particularly hard," What have you been doing with those ham hands of yours May- crushing rocks barehanded?"

"Don't be such a fucking baby, Ethan," May admonished.

I shook my head and let her continue to work aching shoulders and neck, then continue my back and arms and tried to ignore the nagging lump in my pants that refused to die.

I had to admit, I felt so much better.

"Now, my turn." She told me and I shrugged in an almost resigned fashion- fair was fair I guess.

I gave her a very similar massage to the one she had given me, kneading out the massive knots of her tension as I tried to position my embarrassing hard-on away. I couldn't help but feel like I was back in Junior High.

I tried to ignore the way her bare neck with those little hairs that were goose-pimpling at my touch sloped into her shoulders and how my shirt showed the slope of her bare cleavage...

"C'mon...don't be such a pushee." May almost complained.

"Pussy?" I corrected her as I dug my hands into her firm, brown flesh.

"Yeah..." She moaned. Christ... What was I doing? She obviously didn't like me that way. This was just two dudes helping each other out. That's how I had to think of it, I wasn't queer.

It was a bittersweet mixture of shame and pleasure I got from handling her firm, healthy body. She felt so warm and she smelled way too fucking good. 

Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have had those last two beers...

May turned around to say something and before even I knew what I was doing I kissed her and her eyes just opened for a bit, her lips were full and sweet, tasting of beer and a musky, cloven taste.

I pulled back and she looked at me with surprise and shock- and what looked like anger.

"God May...I'm so- I'm fucking sorry," I stammered and I swear I thought she was gonna knock me out.

She just stared at me with this expression on her face, her jaw set and her amber eyes almost flashing...I cursed myself. 

"Ethan, you dumb fuck! May is gay, and not to mention, this is your bro- and you fucking made a move on her when she needed you to just list..."

She grabbed me by my shirt and kissed me back hard, aggressive. Her tongue was long and agile, sweeping the back of my teeth as she held me to her.

That did it, I couldn't hold back anymore. One of my hands snaked under the white tee she was borrowing and went to one of her free hanging tits. God they were huge and hot in my hand and she moaned into my mouth when I rolled the turgid point with my fingertips.

I felt her hands cup my ass and squeeze roughly, which I kept hard despite a desk-job, from hours at the gym and even more time on the mat during Kyukushin practice. I had caught female co-workers checking it out, but May was the last woman I ever counted on appreciating it.

I kept mauling her tits and she pushed my back down full onto the couch, but really, it was hard to tell which of us was the aggressor. I didn't mind when a woman took charge, but this was crazy.

I could feel how wet May was even through her shorts and my pants as she kept rubbing against me as if she was the one with the cock.

I felt one of her hands grab the back of my neck and I moaned as I felt her warm mouth, with it's full lips kiss my neck as her tongue, wet and skilled lick my neck in a way that must have drove her girlfriends wild- it was working just fine on me too. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, but when I my hands dipped into the cleavage of her ass, rubbing her through the thin barrier of the brown cloth. I could almost feel her asshole twitch and spasm through the prison of the pajamas. May moaned breathily again and bit into my neck, the scent of her arousal spicy, primal and strong filled the room.

"God...I love it in my ass," She admitted huskily in my ear, even in my dulled, drunken state my eyes widened and my cock twitched at her confession.

I felt her hands rubbing along my front and I could almost feel the internal struggle inside of her mind as she felt my cock hot and throbbing against the prison of my jeans. I knew May had tried having sex with a dude once back in High School- that's when she truly knew she was gay. It was as if she kept hoping to find a pussy there that just wasn't gonna be- but she was so turned on that she almost didn't care.

I felt her other hand roam downwards to slip the brown shorts over the meaty flesh of her ass- her skin and the fabric almost the same rich coppery hue. I looked down over her the shapely landscape of her shoulder and back as she moaned into my neck. 

Fuck, I was going to have hickeys from hell from this, but I just couldn't bring myself to give a fuck right now.

My fingers found the the sexy pucker of her asshole, almost trying to swallow my questing fingers like a hungry little dark mouth, her sex drooling onto me.

I felt her hand boldly unzip my jeans and I swear, I felt like the chick as she brazenly yanked my pants down as my cock, hard as steel drooled twitching at the feel of her hard stomach. May nearly had a six-pack, and it was covered in a light spattering of hair leading from her crotch up to her bellybutton, a little swath, her skin like velvet over the surprisingly hard muscle. Her pussy already sopping wet, soft and hot on balls that were already hot and churning with my seed.

I rubbed her asshole in little circles and she moaned even louder, biting onto my neck as she yanked my pants all the way down and off my feet, pausing only to pull off her shirt. If her tits looked good from the side, they were fucking masterpieces from the front and up close. Even hanging down onto my broad, hairy chest they looked full and supple, each capped with large nipples slightly larger than the size of the last joint of my pinky like hard brown little rocks, the wide chocolate aureola puckered as they rubbed against my own heated, pale skin.

"Fuck May," I moaned as one of her short-nailed fingers found my nipple, twisting it just enough to elicit a spark of pleasure-pain.

She was beyond worked up, enough to ignore the fact that I didn't have tits or a vagina- as she worked her full, tapered hips up and down the shaft of my cock. Her clitoris, as large as her nipple rubbed up and down the shaft, to the underside of the flaring, drooling mushroom tip of my cock.

Thankfully I was just sober enough to realize that I didn't have a condom by me, and because she was a lesbian, despite this crazy fluke- she probably wasn't on the pill.

"May..." I started,

"What?" She hissed, irritated in any possible distraction from the fulfillment of her lust.

"Dude, I don't wanna get you knocked up." I choked out.

I heard her say in a surprised tone, as something she normally didn't have to even consider during sex dawned on her,"Oh yeah..."

She bent down to take my nipple in her full lipped mouth and I felt her hand work my drooling shaft- her awkwardness with my gender was more than made up for by her enthusiasm. My hand continued mauling her breast as my finger worked it's way into her now un-resisting hole, naturally lubricated with just the juices by her own arousal. She suddenly bit my nipple causing both of us to moan.

My beautiful, seemingly unattainable lesbian friend- peered into my eyes, her own beautifully angular amber ones were lidded with lust. She seemed to pause as her eyes rolled back in bliss as the finger probing into her ass got up to the second joint. It was my turn to shudder as she rubbed my throbbing hardness with the palm of her hand, the surface a strange yet delightful combination of calloused roughness and softness.

She held my hand to her ass, and I worked my finger in and out, sexy wet sounds coming from that sweet, hungry little hole as she brazenly slid her hips to my face and I saw the plush blossom of her sex open, slick and wet, her clitoris reminded me disturbingly of a small cock as she placed her sopping nest of kinky black hair onto my face.

"Eat my pussy." It wasn't a request so much as a command and I complied, and her hand kept working my cock with her fingers and palm as I humped into the sheath she created with her fist.

For a guy I wasn't bad at eating pussy, and May's was delicious. If she thought my technique could use work, I didn't hear it. My buddy certainly wasn't complaining as I licked and nibbled and sucked around her full dark pussy lips in concert with the finger I was rhythmically probing into her small pucker, pausing to occasionally bite the inside of her thighs as they gripped the side of my head almost crushingly. I heard her moan and cry out like a cat in heat as I took the flat of my tongue and licked up the wet channel in broad, flat strokes, working the stiff thimble of her clit with the tip of my tongue, working to drink in the heavy liquid flood of her tangy juices.

I felt her hands scratch up my belly and take a hold of my nipples, flicking and pinching them softly, causing me to moan huskily into the folds of her sex. I slowly pulled out the finger probing her ass and she moaned in frustrated disappointment until I grabbed her hips and positioned her so my tongue could explore the channel of her firm ass and she screamed and bucked on my face.

"Ethan...you fucker. Eat my motherfucking ass..." May grunted in forceful encouragement,"God...your tongue...it feels...fuck- it feels fucking magic. SHIT!"

I felt the pucker open and spasm at the intrusion of my tongue and I could taste her the tangy copper of her ass- not unpleasant. I was enjoying myself at least as much as May was.

She rode and bucked on my face as I held her fast to me, snaking my tongue up the wet, tight channel and her hand snaked down to my cock again, smearing the slickness of my pre-cum around the head with her thumb. 

"Jesus...fuck..." May keened as she stopped herself just short of cumming one of her feet accidentally knocking over a half-full bottle of beer onto my carpet.

She pulled off of me and looked at me, her angular amber eyes smoldering with lust as she pulled my face to her, kissing me and moaning as she tasted herself on my tongue.

Her hands were roaming on my body and I know I was bucking up against her and she pulled her full lips off of me looking into my eyes and she almost looked down," Ethan- I want you..."

"What?" I asked, as my thick fingers went back to to play with the sopping, spasming pucker of her asshole, while she moaned and pressed against me, trying to get the digit to return into that tight, hungry hole as she could.

"I want you..."She blushed deeply, causing her caramel skin to turn an even darker shade"To...fuck my ass."

Even with the high amp of her lust, she looked at my cock nervously, like a kid that was about to get a shot at the doctor's, but knew that if she did, she'd get to go out for ice-cream after.

I felt her tongue, long and purple, furtively dart from her mouth, licking the unfamiliar territory of the head of my cock and I moaned. She got bolder slowly, her turn to elicit moans from me. Despite my only slightly sober state and the live-wire state of my arousal I knew we were going to have to take this slow.

I stayed still, the only parts of me that moved were my cock which bobbed and throbbed of it's own accord, teased by the timid licks of her shy tongue, goaded by the fullness of her lips, encouraged by the heat of her breathing. My hand which soothingly stroked her back, neck and cheek like a half-wild mare that was about to bolt.

May clumsily, but effectively, took the thick head of my cock into her mouth, and gave it wet little sucks, echoing throughout my living room in concert to my moans.

My hand went from her cheek to run through the short bob of her curly ebon hair streaked with crimson, the fingers scratching at her scalp causing her slight sucks to become bolder. She bravely tried to take more and more of my thick hardness into a mouth that had only most likely fellated strap-ons. I swear that's what I heard her say to herself, to give herself some peace of mind as she sucked on me and to my credit, I have great control over my ability to cum- which was good, because May was a damn quick study. When she was satisfied that my cock was wet and slick enough to enter into the tightness of her asshole, she pulled off me. I noticed that she licked her lips curiously, undecided but not entirely repelled by the taste of my lubricating pre-cum. Her hips were twitching almost of their own accord as she bucked and twitched in need.

May propped herself up on her elbows and held her ass up into the air as she looked back at me, her eyes wild with desire and need, her sex drooling down her legs and the little brown eye of her ass winking and pulsating with need.

"Fuck me...Fuck my ass now Ethan." She commanded.

"I thought you were the top May?" I said, smirking as her her lust filled eyes burned into mine. I know- probably not the time to fuck with my buddy but Christ, I wasn't some passive punk either,"I didn't know you liked to catch."

She gritted her teeth in need and irritation as she looked back at me and spat,"What's the matter Nancy? Not man enough to fuck me in the ass? Angie was..."

"Oh, May, you asshole!" I thought vehemently," You had just HAD to fucking go there, didn't you?"

When I strode up to her and lined up the head of my cock over the grasping tightness of her ass she looked at me like the cat who swallowed the canary and smiled in anticipation.

"C'mon you punk, fuck my ass like you have a dick" May goaded" Show me what a man doe-"

She wanted to go with that game huh? She howled in lust and pain as I just shoved in all of my thick rod and I could feel her body tense.

"Fuck you Etha.." I cut her off with another hard thrust. She moaned and grimaced, obviously enjoying the rough trade,"God...fuck..."

God, her ass felt so good and tight around my cock and I fucked into her with strong, bone-jarring thrusts.

"C'mon bitch...don't be a pu-pussy," May grimaced," Fuck me harder!"

I grabbed her hair, the short curls sprouting from between my thick fingers as I brought my spare hand onto her flexing, shuddering ass with a loud slap. She moaned and felt her ass grip my cock like a tight, wet sucking mouth, the sounds of our fucking echoing throughout the apartment as I bent down to her straining neck and bit hard.

May was panting like a bitch in heat now and she was meeting my strokes now with her powerful hips.

I growled into her ear and then bit her neck with a brief, sharpness again," Who is the fucking bitch now, huh May?"

She bit her lip and moaned, and she cried out with a wet little whimper as I fucked her, my heavy, cum-laden balls slapping against the sopping delta of her cunt. When she stayed silent I roughly yanked her hair even more tightly and slapped her ass as I felt her sweet, hot tightness grip my cock desperately.

She muttered something under her breath.

I put my all my weight on top of her strong back and she supported us both as I pinned her, plunging all the way into her asshole and I gripped one of her firm breasts, shuddering and slapping with the force of my fucking and pulled on it, twisting the nipple.

"Tell me bro, who is the motherfucking bitch May?" I gruffly asked again, my breath hot in her ear.

"Fuck- fuck you FAAAAAG!" She huffed, screaming when I roughly pulled on her tit again, this time with crushing force," GOD...god...okay Ethan-Okay!"

"What?" I asked, I was gonna make her say it...she wanted to say it, but this game was part of the experience."Whose the bitch here, taking all my cock up her ass like some little punk, her cunt drooling onto my carpet?"

She shuddered, reacting to the graphic, rough words paired with the equally rough stimulation and she surrendered,"...Me."

"Me what", May?"I slammed into her again stretching her ass out, I didn't realize that May was a switch like this. "What are you."

She moaned huskily as I switched my cruel grip to her other swollen, engorged tit, my hand pulling on her hair like a bridle,"...a bitch."

"Say it louder,"I nearly screamed into her ear, delighting in the soft cushion of her ass, and the delicious raw primal female scent of her,"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MAY?"

"YOUR BITCH...ETHAN FUCK...I'M YOUR BITCH!" She yelled and then moaned submissively.

"Fucking right you are!"I hissed into her ear,"What do I have in that greedy little asshole of yours right now May?"

She whimpered, tears of pain and joy streaming down her smooth brown cheeks."Your cock."

"What May?" I taunted her with pulling out just a bit and I felt her hips anxiously try to push it back into her.

"YOUR COCK!" She cried as beads of sweat poured down her smooth brown forehead.

"What am I doing with your bitch ass May, what is my cock doing?" I bit and sucked on her ear while pulling her hair and she arched her back, the tight ring of her asshole almost painfully tight on my thick, thrusting rod.

"You're...fuck...you're breeding my fucking bitch ass,"She admitted, a slave to her lust and my force,"You're breeding my bitch ass and it feels so fucking- AHHHH- So fucking good!"

"That's fucking right," I said,"You want my cum up your little fucking bitch ass May? Does my sexy little bitch want a nice hot scalding load in that tight little fucking hole."

"Yes...God...yesssssssss...." She confessed, shuddering hot and wanton under my weight.

"Yes what? Ask nicely!"I yanked her hair again, and she moaned,"Say it real fucking nice this time, you fucking dyke."

"Can..please...can this bitch have your cum in her ass?" She begged, moaning softly, lost in the pleasurable pain of it.

This was some kinky shit..Way more rough than I was used to, but if there was ever a time to be more open to new things, it's when your lesbian buddy had your cock in her ass begging you for your cum.

"NICER BITCH!" I yelled, grateful I had good soundproofing, my hips slamming into the full, lush firmness of her ass cheeks.

"Please...please...please...please can this bitch have your cum Daddy...please...I'll be such a good bitch for you." She was desperate now, white hot in her need.

"Since you asked so nicely..."I grunted,"But you don't get to cum until I do."

"Okay, okay...please Daddy, fuck my bitch ass, fill my punk bitch ass full of cum. Please...I'll suck your cock after, I'll clean it off like a good little fucking queer!' She arched her hips enough to free one arm and sat upright, one hand mashing her tit, mashing her tit with one hand the other hand fondling my heavily swinging nuts.

"Please," She whispered hotly into my ear," You can pump my faggot ass full of cum and I'll suck your cock SOOOOO goood...just for you Daddy....oh God Ethan you feel so good in my bitch ass. Breed my fucking hole... please?"

When I heard her husky voice whisper into my ear, her long tongue snaking out to wriggle in my ear as she begged for my cum, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I bit into her neck causing her to cry out, her asshole to tightening and spasming on my cock. I growled and let loose rope after rope of my scalding cum into the tightness of her hole.

"Fuck Daddy-So...So...Fucking good!!!!"May panted and I kept thrusting, my cock bottoming out into that sweet, tight yielding hole,"Nut all in my faggot ass Daddy, I'm gonna...gonna...!"

I reached down and mauled the large, swollen heavy tit she as she worked her own even more roughly as I reached down and pinched her fat juicy cunt lips and plucked the tip of her swollen raspberry of a clit as I thrust deep into her asshole, my cum still spurting into her tight, luscious ass.




Strange Bedfellows



May's eyes bugged out and she hoarsely grunted, bucking and I had to hold tightly onto her to keep from being thrown and she came, gushing in several shuddering bursts into my hand and onto the carpet already soaked in beer and our sweat.

She bucked and spasmed, her ass trying to milk every drop with grasping pulses as she muttered incoherently, my breathed hot into her neck which was wreathed with bruises and bites.

Good on her word, still on fire with lust she wantonly licked and slurped her own cum from my cupped palm like a cat with cream. Slowly she pulled herself off my cock and suckled the flavors of her ass and my cum from the wet, glistening thick, veined rod of my cock as she looked into my eyes submissively until she had removed every dripping, slick bit. I watched with rapt fascination as my cum ran down her leg.

I collapsed next to her pushing the table out of the way, and we both laid on our backs, not caring that the carpet was soaked in beer and our juices. As the high of the moment faded and our breathing returned to normal the crushing realization of what we had just done.

"So...what now?" I asked raw, sore but satiated.

She couldn't look me in the eye, but instead uttered in a small voice,"I don't know..I...Ethan...I need a shower."

She got up and nearly ran into my bedroom slamming the door behind her, and I slowly got up and left with only the guest one cursing at myself.

I washed the smell of our sex off me and brushed the taste of her from my teeth- as if that would press the reset button on what had happened tonight. In the next room, I heard her do much the same, my gut churning in anxiety as the all too recent memories of what we did forever burned into my mind. The epic fulfillment of forbidden fruit and repressed need juxtaposed with a boundary that never should have been violated- a line that just couldn't be uncrossed creating a battle that raged inside. I felt way too fucking sober.

She took longer to shower than I did. Sure, it was 5am, but coffee and a smoke was in order. I smoked cigars from time to time- that was the closest thing to a cigarette I had in the house.

She emerged wearing the clothes I had put into the drier for her, and my spare bathrobe. Even that failed to cover the telltale signs of my deep, hungry kisses and love bites.

It was nice and cool on my deck- that strange in- between haziness that came with the Dawn. I silently handed her a cup of coffee as I sipped my own- I drank mine black, she liked it with cream and three sugars.

I lit up a cigar and she silently motioned for me to give her a puff, and she inhaled, coughing until she realized that you were just supposed to taste the smoke, not breath it in.

"You know this won't ever happen again, right?" May finally said as we stared into the purple sky.

I nodded, a conflicting torrent of emotions.

"Good..." She said, nodding as if that made it final.

"It's too fucking weird" I said in assent, and her lips pursed and she nodded again.

"You better not tell anybody Ethan, or I'll beat your ass, I swear to fucking God!" She exclaimed and I simply nodded.

That was the only way. The only reasonable thing. May was queer as the whole YMCA discography. This was just...some strange anomaly.

"Yeah." We silently finished our coffee and finished the cigar.

I went to my bedroom and shut the door as she went to the couch, and I lay awake despite my crushing fatigue.

After what was either three hours or fifteen minutes, I just couldn't tell- I heard the door open, it was May, her naked body clearly outlined by the soft light of the hallway.

"Wha-"I didn't really know what to do.

I felt her slip underneath my covers and she laid her head on my chest.

"Shut up," She said, her voice her regular butch self, but her body trembling and unsure as she clung to me,"Just shut the fuck up, and hold me, you fag..."



Strange Bedfellows



ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Robin Rizzo looked like a young Liz Taylor, everyone said it, and it was true, her beauty was striking. Robin was a reporter for the Bay City Sentinel, and the owner of a brand new Detroit Motors 'Road Rager' convertible she splurged for after her promotion to Senior Investigator.

She bought the Road Rager with all the sexy options featured in the tv ads, and it was a marvel when it all worked, which wasn't often. It was always something, and the something was almost always the computer that controlled everything. In six months Robin's car was in the shop for repairs seven times, and now number 8. When she switched ON the headlights the trunk opened.

Robin was the only customer sitting in the Detroit Motors Service Department lobby, and she'd already waited forty-five minutes without anyone appearing behind the counter. She heard laughter and chatter behind the 'employees only' door, and looked at her watch. She thumbed through ancient sports magazines for another fifteen minutes, until her patience was gone, and stuck her head through the door. "Hello?" She called.

A young woman stuck her head out the door of an office, looked at Robin, and spoke, "What?"

"Can someone help me? I've been waiting in the lobby for an hour to see someone and get my car fixed."

The girl rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath, and spoke to someone in her office," I guess I better go to work, the natives are restless!"

"Hey! I didn't come here for some attitude! I came here to get the car you sold me for forty-thousand dollars, fixed. You got a boss I can talk to?"

The girl glared at Robin and walked past her to the service department lobby, then paged someone for customer care assistance. Another fifteen minutes passed before anyone responded. Finally a tall man came, Robin thought he looked like Lee Van Cleef, the bad guy in all the old Clint Eastwood movies. He spoke briefly with the girl before speaking to Robin.

"My daughter tells me you're unhappy. So?"

"So my car I bought from you is broke again," Robin replied.

"Melinda? Do we have a file on this lady?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy, she's been in like three or four times," Melinda said.

"Eight times!" Barked Robin. "Eight times with the same problem! If I turn on the headlights the trunk opens, if I turn on the radio the hood opens, the heater makes the window washer spray cleaner fluid. I'm sick of it!"

Daddy looked at the computer record. "It's the computer controller; that's a factory issue, and you're just gonna hafta relax till they fix the bugs and do a recall," he smirked at Robin.

"Crimonie! It's been six months!" Robin complained.

"Get a hobby! I don't care what yuh do," Daddy walked off.

"Have a nice day!" Melinda chirped. Robin stared at Melinda for a few moments, turned, and left the building.

That night Robin met a kid named Brian, at a desolate spot, out in the country, many miles from Bay City. The sky threatened rain, and dark came early because of the dense overcast. They sat in Robin's car and talked.

"You sure this is the right place?" She asked.

"I'm positive! The road back to the old house is maybe a quarter-mile up the highway, on your left. It's paved with old bricks from long ago. At the end of the road is an old creepy cemetery. The gate is always open. Drive through the cemetery but don't leave the drive; it snakes around a large pond and trees, and eventually comes to another road, actually it's a long drive back into the woods. Walk up the drive to the old house."

"How far?" Robin asked.

"Ummm, maybe one-hundred yards," he estimated. "You can probably hide your car in the cemetery, go to the old house, and find a good place to see what happens."

"You sure the house is unlocked?"

"Yeah, I've been there a bazillion times, its abandoned," he swore. "Find a dark spot upstairs so you can look down and see who comes and goes and what goes on."

"Pretty wild, huh?" She wondered.

"What I've seen was pretty weird," he replied. "The people dress like old times, and then they get naked and mess around, and stuff."

"Like an orgy?" She asked.

"I never been to an orgy, but these people get drunk and naked," he said.

Robin looked at Brian, "You're not bullshitting me, are yuh?"

"No! I swear!" He looked and sounded sincere.

"Okay, bucko," she said, I'll come out Saturday night and see what's shaking.

Saturday night was cold, wet, and windy across Bay City and Valencia County. Robin drove to the old house with diligent caution and alertness, and found the old brick road where Brian said it was. The cemetery was further back than she expected but the gate was open and the lane though it was clearly marked. "This is so creepy," Robin thought. She found the drive that went to the old house, and it looked dark and sinister from what her headlights revealed. The rain started falling harder. "Gotta find someplace to hide this car," she thought.

Driving around she found an empty lot between two crypts that was adequate for the car; she backed into the niche and killed the motor. Robin grabbed her raincoat, flashlight, and umbrella from the back-seat; she wrestled the raincoat on as best she could. The dash-clock said 8PM. "Should I leave the door unlocked?" She wondered. "Better lock it."

She unlocked the car door and got out, then hurried to open the umbrella. "Crap!" She thought. "I forgot my cell phone." So she unlocked the door and fetched the phone from her bag. Outside again, she looked around; the cemetery was dark. She switched on the flashlight and followed the aisle to the road and on to the driveway where she paused to look the situation over, the driveway lay through a thick hedge of old cedar trees. Her imagination played tricks with her light shining through the rain and the wind swaying the trees and moaning as it passed around limbs and branches. Robin calmed herself as walked up the drive. "Brian said it's 100 yards, that's a football field long," she thought. "Shouldn't take too long to get there." Rain ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin.

After a while an old wood pergola materialized out of the rain and darkness, Robin walked to it, and followed the stumble-stones beneath the pergola, through the darkness, on to the old house.

The old house was built in the Queen Anne style popular in the 1890s; this one reminded her of Cinderella's castle except for its abandoned and neglected condition. Robin climbed the stair to the porch and moved her light along the walls, the window panes were broken and opaque with old grime.

She located the front entry, the door was open, and she went inside. The floor boards creaked beneath her feet. Shining her flashlight around the foyer she saw nothing hazardous or threatening, though the air felt cool and smelled of mildew.

The foyer connected to a large gathering room with a large fireplace, furniture, and a staircase to the upper floor. The darkness swallowed her flashlight's small beam. Robin stepped into the room and walked along the walls. Something ran between her feet across the old carpet and froze when she illuminated it with the light; a large rat looked back at her, then fled. Ferns grew out of the carpet beneath the broken windows. Somewhere in the old house a bird screeched in terror and was never heard again. 

Robin followed the wall till it ended at the staircase, she pointed the light up the stairs, and climbed the risers to the 2nd floor. The balcony and hallway were encrusted with spider webs and darkness; Robin moved her light along the walls but the long hall absorbed the light like it didn't exist. She checked the time: nine o'clock. At nine-fifteen she went downstairs to search for a seat, brought back a wood chair, and waited.

The din from a disturbance awoke her. The house was filled with light, and the trouble seemed to be downstairs in the gathering room. Robin crept to the balcony banister and looked down.

The gathering room's appearance remained archaic and dated but looked to be clean, organized, and in good condition. And a group of women, in sundry costumes, were assembled around a matron dressed in a style common in the 1950s: full skirt with crinolines, a halter top, girdle-bra, and nylon hose clipped to a garter belt, and stiletto heels. The woman reminded Robin of Lucy, even the red hair.

The other women looked haggard and ill and thin and pale. Their costumes ranged from a flounced bustle, on one, to mini-skirt, diaphanous blouse over braless tits, and knee-high boots at the other end of the scale. In the center of the group was a young man, trussed and drugged atop a rolling, fiberglass autopsy table. A punch bowl with ladle, and cups, sat on the shelf beneath, under the drain.

The matron produced a scapel and made a cut in the man's foot. The women then gathered close to the table, to watch the blood flow from the wound and down the drain into the bowl. 

"Oh!Gross," Robin thought. "I gotta get help before the poor guy dies." And collided with a sentinel observing her from behind. They fell to the floor but Robin arose first, pulled away, and fled. She left the house through the back, and ran toward the front and the drive leading to her car. The rain was heavy, and she lost her way once or twice. She also stepped into a hole and twisted her ankle, then limped on to the car.

At the car she unlocked the door and got in, slamming the door shut and locking it. She stabbed the key at the ignition switch several times before it went in. And when she turned the key the convertible top folded back into the trunk, and the alarm system shrieked. Robin felt sick, then turned her head and saw the matron standing by the door looking down at her with crazy eyes.

Robin awoke in a room she didn't recognize, lying next to a young woman she didn't know, and both of them were naked. The other woman, her name was Fanny, was asleep lying on her stomach, Robin awake lying on her back. Robin looked at her watch, it read 6 o'clock. 

Robin got out of bed and went to the window to look outside, the window was shuttered' she tried raising the window but couldn't budge it. The sleeping woman opened her eyes, rose up off the bed, smiled at Robin, and said, "Come back to bed my love." Robin did.

Fanny moved close to Robin, draped an arm across Robin's chest, and pressed her mouth against Robin's, kissed her with soft, pulpy lips, and pushed her tongue in when Robin yielded to her lust. Robin pressed her hand against Fanny's head to feel her hair. 

Fanny moved a hand to Robin's vulva, Robin parted her legs, Fanny rubbed the soft skin and traced its furrow with her finger, Robin opened her legs wider, and Fanny moved her mouth to Robin's neck. "Oh God that feels so good when you suck my neck," Robin purred.

Melinda answered her cell phone, "Hi."

"Hi, baby. You off work yet?" It was her married boyfriend, Todd.

"On my way out the door," she replied.

"Wanna meet me somewhere in a couple hours?" Todd suggested.

"Aren't you at work?" She asked.

"I'm out in the boonies near Fort Lonesome," he said.

"Who'd you make mad to get that zone?"

"No one. It makes to many people nervous to work it so they asked me to ride herd on it for a while," he replied.

"So where do you want to get together out there? It's all cows and orange groves," she reminded him.

"There's an old cemetery off state road 45, I was thinkin' we could meet there about nine o'clock. Know where it is?" He asked.

"Uh, huh," she replied.

"Won't be nobody around to bother us," he said.

"Where's your wife?"

"I ain't seen Robin in a couple of days; she told me she was on an important investigation but didn't say what it was about; she pulls this cloak and dagger crap ever once in a while. Look, park near the mausoleum, later, and I'll find you," he said.

"Okay, but if you're not gonna be there call me. It's a long drive out," she said.

"Roger! I'll talk to you soon, bye!" Todd said, and got out of his cruiser to get a cup of coffee at the Quickie Mart. 

The store featured a whole wall filled with machines dispensing coffee, tea, soda, cappuccino, snow-cones, icee-licious flurries, and soft ice cream. A couple with four kids followed him in. Momma got a gallon of milk and bread, daddy fetched a carton of beer, and the kids swarmed over the candy bins and machines. The oldest, a girl who looked eighteen or nineteen, had a conspicuous tattoo on her thigh, a pierced eye-brow, and a tee shirt with printing across the front: A WORK IN PROGRESS at the top, and GOOD TO GO at the bottom. She had a pregnant belly hanging over the waist-band of her shorts, and smiled at Todd.

Fanny got out of bed and dressed after she had exhausted Robin and cuddled her for a while. Her gown was black silk tulle, and sheer gray chiffon that looked like wisps of smoke against her pale white skin. Black, glass beads and rosettes covered the gown. Her shoes were red leather, closed-toe 3-inch heels with silver buckles fastening the ankle straps. Her hair was cut in a bob style popular in the 20s, too. She wondered whether to add a black under-dress, and whether to define her waist with a red scarf. "What do you think?" She asked Robin.

Robin studied her with tired eyes, "Go with the scarf, no under-dress. Black lingerie under the smoky chiffon would look nice." Fanny finished dressing.

"Let's go for a walk," Fanny suggested.

"I don't think I have the energy," Robin replied.

"C'mon!" Fanny pulled her out of bed.

Melinda found the mausoleum with no difficulties, and parked where Todd was certain to see her. Todd arrived within fifteen minutes and got out of his cruiser. "We don't have a lot of time," he said, and in ten minutes he and Melinda were fucking in the backseat of her convertible. Melinda liked quickies, and encouraged spontaneous encounters if they were convenient and easy. 

About the time Todd released his load in Melinda he saw Robin standing by the car watching them. Her physical aspect startled him more than her presence; she looked anemic and ill and unkempt, dead or almost dead, even by the light of the Moon it seemed apparent. Robin's companion looked better, well-fed is what Todd thought, but had a predatory countenance poorly masked by make-up and costume. 

Melinda felt Todd tense and pull-back, and looked around to locate the threat. "I know you!" She said when she recognized Robin. "I know her, Todd!"

"What do you want, Robin?" Todd asked.

Melinda looked at Todd, "You know her, too?"

"She's my wife," he replied. "Robin, go on home and we'll discuss this later. You look like shit, are you okay?"

"No, Todd, I'm not okay, thanks to your girlfriend," Robin replied.

"Whatever; go on home," Todd demanded.

"I can't, none of us can," Robin looked sad.

"That makes no sense!" Todd said.

"It will soon enough. Good bye, Todd!" Robin replied. 

"This is crazy! I'm going home," Melinda started her car after Todd got out.

"Me, too," Todd replied as he got in his cruiser and started it.

Both drove away from the cemetery and up the drive to the old house. 



Strange Bedfellows



Lydia was on her belly, laying under a pine tree, silently watching the small band of coarse chain and leather covered men ride through her valley. Her pale blue eyes tracked their movement, but even better, her hearing followed the rattle and clang of steel and her nose could easily follow the stench of sweat, oil and horse. They talked in hushed tones as if to be stealthy. They may as well have blown a fanfare of trumpets. The whole forest knew they were here, and young Lydia thought she knew why.

She crawled out of hiding and padded behind the group, always staying in the treeline. The best armored seemed to be the youngest of the group. He sat tall in his saddle with dirty blonde hair. His helm laid in his lap and he laughed at an older man's quip.

"Some young lord or new knight..." she thought. "Shame he would die." Lydia was sure they were going up the mountain to face Taika the witch. Why else would heavily armored men travel this forest. "So handsome to die so young." She thought just before one of the horses reared and neighed nervously, making her stop and drop to the ground.

"Whoa, girl." One of the baggage men calmed his horse and they all scanned the trees for a threat.

"Eh, it's a wolf." The young knight moved to the middle of the group and pointed to Lydia, who thought she was near invisible in the darkness under the pines. "Shall we kill it?" The handsome knight started to dismount.

"No, Gavin" The older knight chided. "We haven't the time and it would just outrun you."

Both men turned their horses back towards the hill, but Gavin looked back.

"Why hasn't it fled?" The handsome warrior asked.

"Maybe it likes watching you." The old knight said with some irritation. "Send an arrow after it if it bothers you so much."

Lydia did flee now. Letting them see her was bad enough, but she wouldn't be a target. She sprang up and bounded deeper into the forest until she could no longer hear them. Then she turned towards the peak until she found the back cave entrance, a fissure in the rock really, room for a slim woman or child to slip beneath the cover of stone. Her shape shifted and if there was anyone to look at her, she would have been a blur. She stood human now, pale skinned, raven haired, and lean. A young woman at the peak of her ripening, her hips flared her skirt and her top was too tight for the round firm orbs that wanted to cascade over the seems, but these things mattered not to Lydia. She spent most of her time outdoors as wolf or raven, tricks taught her by Taika. 

She walked confidently through the ever darkening passage that took her upwards to the main cave that the old witch and her called home. Taika was her Mistress, her tutor in the ways of magic. The witch was very powerful and very old... "and very mad", Lydia was sure in her head. Taika was cruel and demanding. She taught with pain from her hands and venom from her lips. Lydia had learned her lessons quickly and was now a witch in her own right, but Taika would not release her.

"Where have you been, girl?" The old crone barked near the fire.

"There are men coming up the mountain, Mistress." Lydia supplied, walking to her.

"I know that, fool." Taika spat. "You had to go see them I s'pose." The witch came closer. "You looked at them and felt something here." Roughly the old woman grabbed at Lydia's groin and laughed as the girl pushed herself away shocked.

"Mistress..."

"Men are worthless" She said slowly with utter hatred, as if remembering a long time ago. "They will use you and then toss you out." Then Taika smiled grimly "Then they whimper like pigs when the power is in YOUR hands." Taika came out of her reverie "Stay away from them, girl."

Before dusk the knights and their men had reached the large entrance of the cave. The steep terrain forced them to leave the horses lower down the mountain. With six of them, Gavin felt confident that they could subdue, or kill, one old witch.

"TAIKA, WITCH OF THE FROSTED HILLS!" The older knight, Barimore, bellowed out towards the cave entrance and drew his gleaming longsword holding it before him in both hands. The men behind him held broad swords or maces. Only Gavin held a shield in his off hand and his broad sword was still at his side.

"BY ORDER OF THE KING," He continued "You will be tried for your crimes against his people. Surrender yourself."

There was a long silence. The sun had completely disappeared behind the neighboring hillside. Dusk was turning into twilight. A shadow manifested at the dark cave entrance.

"Your king has no power here." The words echoed around them. "He has no power over me." She spat the last word.

"If you do not surrender, we can not allow you to live." The bearded knight proclaimed.

"No, it is I that will not allow you to live." She spoke almost quietly but her voice rang from the rocks.

The men shifted their feet. They would not step back, but fear was in them now, she was a witch after all. Silence came now from the cave.

"Take Her, Men!" 

Gavin drew his sword and the other men rushed forward as a great beast emerged into the dying light. In the darkness its size and shape was hard to gauge, but it had a roar that filled the night. One clawed hand swept a man nearly off the hillside, and jaws long as a strongman's arms snapped a squire's head off. The elder Knight swung his mighty sword at the dark beast, only to receive a reverberating clang. Fire belched out from the beast and its now visible head swung towards Gavin's mentor. The brush caught fire at their feet and Gavin could see the beast in the flames light as he rushed to defend the older warrior with his shield.

Her scales were black as volcanic soot. Steam rose from the broad back. There were no wings, but a body the size of a smith's house. Spikes came off its skull and down its neck. Legs thick as beech trees came to claws longer than daggers and shone like polished ebony.

It was an earthbound dragon but a dragon none the less.

Gavin got to the Knight and threw up his shield, but Barimore's armor was smoldering.

"We must attack, man" Barimore commanded. "There is no retreat."

Indeed, in the short battle, positions had shifted and the beast blocked the path down. Only three of them remained upright. Gavin looked to the dead and two wounded and as if reading his thoughts, the dragon coated the prone men in flame. Their screams were short, but they filled his ears.

"Each on a side then." Gavin offered. "I will take the front with my shield."

They approached slowly, the other two flanking wide. Dragon's breath was terrible but it was not forever. Dragons needed to recharge. The last of the soldiers was taunting with two swords, trying to pull the beast this way so Barimore could lunge with that great sword. The dragon looked at Gavin but swung at the leather clad warrior with its barbed tail. Gavin drove in to strike an eye but had to roll as claws raked the air where his chest had been. Barimore drove in now trying to angle the blade to slide under the scales. His target was the neck, but the dragon heard him or sensed him and spun a quarter turn sending its horned head towards the old Knight. Barimore was knocked to the ground with a crash.

Gavin and the soldier sprang forward to help their fallen comrade. The dragon swung that barbed tail blindly like a morning star, while it advanced on the older knight. Gavin dodged under the deadly tail, but Barimore was being squashed by the beasts large foot.. The young knight charged in desperation.

"NO!" He slide his sword between the scales.

The dragon roared and spun, knocking the blade from his hands. With a slice of its claws that sounded like rushing wind, Gavin was knocked off of his feet. A talon pierced his chain mail and drove into the flesh of his chest and ripped on the way out towards his left shoulder. The gash was wide, deep and long. The blonde knight fell back to the ground and rolled down the hillside till he landed on his side against a boulder.

The dragon breathed deep and turned its attention to the soldier banging uselessly on its scales. The fire returned, and at point blank range, engulfed the warrior. Almost as an after thought, its hind leg crushed the body of Barimore. Satisfied that its enemies were vanquished, the dragon turned slowly to the cave entrance and plodded forward.

Lydia had hid at the corner of the cave entrance. She watched as the dragon shimmered in a dark mist and became Taika. Many things she had learned from the old witch by observing, Lydia was a talented girl. There was a cut at Taika's side and Lydia rushed forward to help.

"You are hurt, Mistress." The raven haired girl was reaching for the herb pouch on her hip.

The old witch waved her off. "I know, fool girl. 'Tis a scratch and I will mend it myself. Clean this up." Taika spoke with her usual surliness, and walked into the cave.

Lydia looked around at the carnage. Night had truly arrived and the fires lit by dragon flame were dying out. She moved from body to body and dragged them to the shear side of their mountain perch and rolled them off the cliff. When she reached Gavin she found he was still alive, barely. He was sticky with blood and unconscious. She stood up and looked to the cave nervously. Taika was inside, probably tending to herself. She made the decision quickly.

"Tardius en corde verecundiam somnisss." Her voice was low and her hand waved over him, ending the spell with a hiss. He would sleep almost near death, his heart barely beating, but his wound did not gush.

She packed the wound with herbs from her bag and ripped what cloth she could spare from her skirt to wrap his chest quickly. She had to get him out of here. "But he is just so...Large." she thought to herself. She found his shield and stuffed it under his back. Pulling on his right arm, Lydia tried to drag him further down the hill. Gravity at least was on her side. Once she reached the hillside path she tried a spell.

Lydia concentrated and held out her palm towards Gavin. "Sequitur me terram" She said with a voice of command.

pebbles and clumps of earth lifted from the path, supporting the shield and the knight's heavy torso. Gavin seemed to roll behind the pale young witch who now guided them with a small ball of light cupped in her hand. She hurried downhill as safely as she could.

Near the base of the mountain was a hunters cabin. A log house long abandoned, it still held the mounted horns of a stag in one corner, and crossed weapons on the other wall. "Those may be handy." she thought. There was rugged furniture covered in decorative blankets, but most importantly it held a bed. Lydia got her patient on the old mattress with much struggle. The wood gave groins as it took his weight. Quickly she worked, and with a word the fireplace was ablaze. She would need to clean the wound and make a proper poultice instead of the pack of herbs she had thrown on. But her spell still held and his heart beat slowly. She could fix this.

Gavin was warm and still sleepy, but pain was bringing him to consciousness. He opened his eyes slowly. A thud that matched the beating of his heart went through his chest muscle and into his left shoulder. He looked around the room; pine log walls and coals of a banked a fire glowed off to the side. When he moved the pain brought tears, but he grit his teeth and put his feet on the floor. The door opened suddenly and he sat still with no weapon to defend himself, even if he wasn't sure he could.

"Lay back down!" The young woman chided him. "You'll rip that wound open."

She was nearly white of skin with jet black hair. She helped guide him back down to a pillow that seemed to be a sack stuffed with grass.

"Where am I?" His tone was commanding. 

"You're safe, in a cabin at the base of the frosted hills." 

It all came to him quickly, "My Uncle, the men..."

"Only you survived." she said softly "I'm sorry."

Gavin lay back and let her change the dressing. Lydia intoned a spell and the flesh warmed on his chest. Gavin snatched her hand as it hovered over him.

"Who are you?!" He demanded.

"I am a healer" she offered softly. He didn't let go "I am the witch that saved you... remember."

"How did you find me?" He was still wary.

"Taika is evil, she is very mad," Lydia paused and gave him a smile before diving in. "and she is my mistress." His eyes widened. "But I am not like her." she was insistent and meet his blue eyes with her dark ones.

"You could have helped us." He insisted.

She shook her head, "My magic would be useless against a dragon. Once Taika was in that form, I could not stop her."

She stared at Gavin, who would not meet her gaze. "I am sorry." Lydia finally said. She finished re-dressing the wound and went to the door to leave.

"She destroyed a farmstead you know." Gavin's words made her stop. "They refused to give her tribute. She killed the father and ran the rest off."

Lydia turned to him with no surprise in her eyes, "I said she was mad, and I am not like her."

"But you serve her?" He accused.

"I am apprenticed to her, If I left without her leave she would track me down and drag me back...or worse." Lydia left him to rest.

Lydia had thought she had brought back enough food for the day, Gavin had eaten it all with little more than a rude burp. Three days of magic induced slumber, she should have known better.

"Will others come to stop the old witch?" Lydia asked as she stoked the fire.

Gavin walked around the cabin's only room with his left arm cradled in his right. "At some point they will expect us back. When they will send the next group... I don't know."

"She needs to be stopped. We could kill her, you and I."

The young knight looked at her sharply. "How could we kill her, just you and I?"

"I can't combat her," Lydia shook her head. "But I can stop her magic. I can keep her from turning into a dragon."

"I can't even lift my left arm, let alone a shield." Gavin pointed out.

Lydia hesitated at the coldness of her own words. "You won't need a shield, just your sword for a killing blow."

Gavin lay back on the bed and pondered the offer. "Justice will be done. I will fulfill my duty, and what of you?" He looked at her askance.

"I will be free." she said simply and shrugged. "And I will leave."

Gavin was satisfied. If she held him any ill will, she wouldn't have saved him. "Agreed."

Lydia took salt from the cabin's cupboard and slowly started pouring it in a circle around the bed as she intoned an incantation. Gavin watched for a few moments in curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

"We must seal our pact with a ritual that will bind us to each other. After the ritual we can not betray each other until the next moon."

"Why, you don't trust me?" Gavin was amused.

"No one trust witches, and witches don't trust men with swords." She looked up from her circle. the fire light bathing her face as dusk settled outside.

"Hmm...what must I do?" Gavin imagined cutting of thumbs and mixing of blood.

"Make love to me." Lydia put a knee on the bed and leading with her breasts came at him.

"What?" The young knight was surprised and seemed to be blushing.

"It will bind our souls until the next moon." She kept moving towards him. "Your harm is my harm and mine... yours. That is the ritual."

Gavin's eyes looked to the pale cleavage moving towards him and then they moved beyond, as Lydia blew out the candle.

The young woman's pale skin shown in moonlight on one side and danced in shadows from the fire light on the other. Gavin looked at her, open mouthed, as she bent down and kissed him. He did not protest, but breathed deep of her scent. Lydia smelled of forest and herbs and a hint of lemon balm. Her long black hair fell around them like a tent for their privacy. He could only raise his right hand, but it settled along the curve of her hip. He slid it along the side of her lithe form as she kissed him over and over, tenderly. Their eyes locked for a moment before she pushed herself up and straddled his groin.

With a seductive smile, Lydia unlaced her linen top and pulled it over her head, only to drop it to the floor. Gavin stared at the firm white orbs, topped by dark rosebuds. He reached for one with his right hand. It filled his palm and he gently squeezed. Lydia mewed above him as she untied her short skirt and dropped it in a heap on the floor with her shirt. Gavin's fingers ran around her dark areola, making it harder and stand out, he seemed entranced by it. 

Lydia bent to his ear, "Taste it." She pleaded and then moved up his cradled head.

He suckled her like a babe in her arms as she stroked his hair and cooed at him. She could feel his manhood rising beneath her thigh, and gasped as his tongue flicked across her hardening nipple. Lydia kept feeding him but moved to the side so she could open his breeches with one hand. Gavin soon helped, wanting to be free of the restraining material. Together they had released his turgid cock, which stood tall and proud, pointing to the ceiling. 

It was long and thin shafted with the head being fatter than the rest. Lydia reached for it, hesitantly. She felt the silkyness of the flesh and pushed the foreskin down its fat head. Her slim fingers wrapped around it and she kissed him deeply.

She looked away from his eyes coyly and confessed. "I have... never..." She admitted softly and gave his tool a squeeze.

Gavin looked at her, astonished, in the fire light and brushed her dark hair away. "No?"

Lydia nervously giggled. "I live on a mountain with an old witch." She looked in his eyes now, "But... I want to." Lydia admitted.

Gavin smiled and kissed her. He pressed his fingers into her raven mound, rubbing in circles slowly. They kissed and each fondled the other, taking time in the act. Instinct eventually told Lydia to cock her leg up and Gavin reached lower, finding her damp lips. He softly probed and ran a fingertip along her warm pussy. Lydia was tense next to him, but giggled and purred as he explored her slowly. She offered her throat and he kissed it as he drove in one finger.

The virgin witch gasped at the penetration, but clung tighter to his reclined form. She felt teeth now on her jugular. She gripped his cock tight in response and turned her head to move his mouth to hers. They both kissed hungrily now and fervently. Lydia moved over him, body to body, careful of that injured left shoulder. His cock rubbed her belly and mound as it was trapped between them. Her nipples pressed into his hard chest. Gavin held her little bottom in his right hand and his left, moving only at the elbow, smoothed her side. Her body wanted to grind. It knew what to do.

Lydia broke their kiss, and with seriousness, looked into his eyes. "It will hurt won't it?" She asked.

"I think so; at first." Gavin tried to be helpful. "You're on top, you will be in control."

With determination she continued and lifted her hips. Lydia reached down between them to guide his manhood to her. "Don't let go of me." She insisted "... the ritual".

Gavin had forgotten about that but nodded and his grip on her ass was tight as she moved his cock head to her lips. Lydia could feel it at her entrance. The head was warm, almost hot. She sank on it slowly. Gavin watched her bite her lower lip. He let go of her butt and held her cheek in his hand instead.

"Slow, slow." He encouraged softly. "Almost..."

Lydia leaned into his hand and gave a pained smile, but she pressed downward. Gavin wasn't large, but to her he was more than enough. She let gravity settle herself on him until finally their groins were together.

At first she just lay there with her head on his good shoulder. And Gavin was happy to hold her in turn. His cock was wrapped tight by her warm wet flesh. They were connected and one. At that moment he could understand the magic that would bind them. 




Strange Bedfellows



Slowly she began to move. She didn't lift her head, just a slow rocking on this tall muscled Knight. It hurt, but she moved slowly and let her body touch his were ever it could. She whimpered once and he smoothed her hair and cooed at her and kissed her head. Just inches she moved, but her pussy felt it all. It clenched around this foreign invader inside. It took time but she relaxed. The pain was still there but there was pleasure too. Lydia turned her head and looked at the face of her Knight. He would free her from her captor. Together they would win.

She moved up and kissed him and with effort drove him back inside on the way down. She did it again, just brushing his lips and then pushing his cock back in. Gavin lifted his groin as best he could and their pubic bones rocked on each other. And Lydia gasped, the pleasure had surpassed the pain and every movement increased her body's joy. Slowly she started to build. She rose up on her arms now and rode him, not on her knees but her legs splayed out. Gavin gripped her bottom and encouraged her with his moving arm; pulling her ass up and thrusting his hips skyward when she went back down. She panted above him and let her head hang, her black tresses covering her face.

Gavin could feel it, her grip tightened even more on his shaft and she moved wildly on him. She was panting and grunting and her fingers clawed at his good arm. He had never been lain by a woman, they were usually underneath, but he reveled in her exertions. He marveled at her need and the work of her desire. He wanted to fulfill that need and sate her desire. She ground into him and cried out, letting her head fall beside him. The blonde young knight rolled with her still in his arms, his cock still deep inside her. He rolled until his body pinned her underneath and he felt her legs wrap around his buttocks and they nearly fell off the bed.

"Your shoulder..." She cautioned as his healer.

"Shh," He countered, resting himself on one elbow and one leg on the floor. "let me finish, woman." with that he kissed her cheek.

Lydia smiled dreamily and happily acquiesced, wrapping her limbs around him and holding on tight. Gavin began to pump slowly, making love to his witch. She held him tight and her fingers dug in. He could have got up and walked around with her, she clung so tightly. So he began to pound. His hips pistoned back and forth, driving into the virgin pussy, driving her into the mattress. He could hear Lydia cry and gasp under him, but she also whispered "more" when he tried to stop. He found a rhythm and was grunting over top of her. Sweat collected between their flesh and their groins smacked together and the bed shuddered and groaned, filling the cabin with the sounds of rutting desire.

Lydia clung tighter and drove her heels into his buttocks to hold him deep inside her and she worded the incantation almost breathlessly. "Et unus sanctos ... mea amator." She seemed to add.

She let him go and screamed out and Gavin went back to fucking her hard. He was so close, he could feel his sack tighten. His need so great and the end so near. Lydia arched beneath him and it felt like a hand gripping his cock, milking it like a teet. He rammed it home and grunted above her until he exploded. His member shot cream deep inside her as his body shuddered. Lydia's own sex quivered and squeezed as if in sympathetic response. They both lay panting against each other, spent.

Gavin awoke alone but Lydia came in the cabin door after a while, seeming in a rush.

"You're not dressed" She pointed out.

"I will need help." He gestured to his nearly immobile left arm.

She was no shield maiden. After his clothes and the chain mail coat, Gavin had to instruct her on each piece and where it went. Finally, she took his sword from under the bed, surprising him. He had hoped he wasn't going to have to use one of those weapons on the wall. As they walked back up the mountain Lydia kept going over the plan.

"Just march straight to her, even announce yourself. We want her knowing you are coming." Lydia was very animated and talking with her hands. "I will be behind her and when she starts talking and threatening you, and she will, keep coming. I will negate her spells when she starts casting them. You will charge her. We won't have much time once she realizes it is me..." Lydia paused. "Well, I just hope I can stand against her until you actually get to her."

Gavin understood now what the young witch was risking. She was turning on her mistress and if this failed, Taika would kill them both. "I will be there." He said confidently.

Lydia left him and was gone. She was in raven form, flying fast to get back to the cave. The young witch had little sleep these last few days, flitting between the cabin and the cave. When she awoke next to Gavin that morning she had no time to bask in the warmth of his bare chest under her head, but instead rushed out to go make the old witch breakfast.

"Where have you been, girl?!" The evil crone demanded.

Lydia was just coming into the living area from the small side path. "I got oats from the soldiers' horses." She held up a saddlebag that she had moved to the cave entrance days ago.

"Well get busy, I swear I will starve with you around." Taika grumbled.

It was well after noon when Gavin finally arrived. He had rested many times and reached the cave not weary, but warmed up. His legs were ready and his arm was loose. He had swung that sword one hundred times and pictured his target. And so it began.

"WITCH!" He called out as he approached. "You will pay for your crimes! You WILL die at my hand!"

Taika looked up truly surprised, but that quickly turned into a warped smile. "They sent another so fast? And alone?" The old witch laughed. "Come girl and learn something."

Taika moved toward the daylight, calling out to this intruder. Once she saw the Knights silhouette in the entrance, she conjured an earth ball that formed as an apple sized lump at her feet, and with a thrust of her hands, propelled quickly forward, picking up dirt, dust and mass along the way.

Gavin saw it but didn't hesitate. He charged, screaming a war cry. The ball dissipated into a cloud of dirt and pebbles that rang against his chain mail at best. Taika held her hand aloft and a blue flame appeared. She hurled it, and in flight it grew and became an angry yellow and red. Gavin was coated in a blue aura and the fire ball fizzled against him.

Taika had heard the incantation and spun on her apprentice. "You little BITCH!". The old witch held up a tuft of raven hair hung on her necklace.

"No, No!" Lydia screamed and scrambled away. Hair and true names held power and Taika had both of hers. There would be no blocking any spell coming at her. She cast an immobilization spell and looked beyond Taika with hope.

Gavin, at full charge, swung the sword at the witch's neck, who was just remembering him and turning in that direction. Taika had cast "Iron Flesh" but the steel still bit into muscle and sinew. The crone's last sight in this world was a small carefully collected bunch of her own gray hair hanging from the sword's pommel by a leather cord. The head rolled and the body fell backwards from the force of the blow. There was a silence in the cave except for the heavy breathing of Gavin, who stood over the lifeless body.

"I'm free." it was a mouse's squeak at first. "Free" Lydia was louder as she got to her feet and then clapped in joyous amazement. She thought perhaps this day would never come. "FREE!" It echoed through the cave, and she spun with her arms out and head back, laughing. And with a small spark of light, she disappeared, then a raven flew from the darkness over Gavin's head and into the world.

Gavin never saw her again. She was nowhere in the cave and she never showed up at the Log house. She was just gone.



Strange Bedfellows



Ever wake up on the right side of the bed?

All characters are adults.

*****

I was eighteen when Mrs. Potter asked me if I wanted to go with her to the cottage she owned in the mountains of East Tennessee. She was a widow, and we worked for the same construction company, where everyone took vacation at the same time. She was a book keeper there and sang in the choir at her church. I was a laborer.

"I can't pay you, but I can feed you good, and maybe keep you busy.

The first day of vacation Mrs. Potter picked me up at home. Behind her Ford was a U Haul filled with stuff, stuff she needed me to unload at the cottage. But her first wish, after we were on the road was, "Call me Pat."

The first night we stayed at a cheap motel. It had no rooms with twin beds, the best they had was a double. Pat was in bed, flat on her back, arms outside the cover, nearly asleep, when I came into the room from showering. She rolled her head in my direction. 

"What took you so long?" 

I blushed from head to foot; fortunately, the room was so dim by the light of the 25-Watt bulb in the bedside lamp that it probably didn't show. 

"I'm not used to showering." This was true, since we had only a bathtub at home, but it was a lie. 

"I can't stay awake much longer," Pat said. "Hop in. Be sure to stay on your side of the bed." 

I got in, clinging to my side of the mattress. Pat turned out the light, said "Good-night," rolled away from me, exhaled one long sigh, and was soon asleep.

I didn't fare so well. Between my having dozed during the day, the bed's being strange, and uncomfortable, the room's being strange, my never having shared a bed with anyone, and Pat's demand to stay on my side, and it was pretty early, I lay there wide awake. 

I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff. But no matter what I thought, my thoughts turned to tits and pussies. I got a hard-on. It wouldn't go away. It just kept getting worse and worse, it was so hard I thought I was going to pop. I couldn't jack off like at home, and I was afraid to get up and go into the bathroom for fear of waking Pat or her asking if I was sick or something. To make matters worse, every time I relaxed my grip on the edge of the mattress, I slid against her back. 

That bed didn't have sides. It only had a swale in the middle. The third or fourth time I slid against her and clawed my way back up to my side, she turned her head toward me and hissed, "Lie still!" I lay still, my shoulders against her shoulders, my butt against her butt, it was awful. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't turn my brain off, and I couldn't make my hard-on go away. In pained silence, I lay there, suffered, and hoped sleep would eventually come.

Apparently, sleep did come, because the next thing I knew, I was awake again, in pitch darkness, and my cock felt warm and wonderful. I was completely disoriented. In the darkness, I couldn't get a fix from my surroundings. I only knew that I wasn't at home in my own bed. And then both memory and awareness flooded into me

Pat and I had driven from where we lived to Tennessee; we shared a sagging bed in a motel. What had happened, I reasoned-though I could hardly claim to be reasoning logically-what I intuited was that, during sleep, I rolled over so that my front was against Pat's back. Her nightgown must have hitched up as she slept; my perpetual erection escaped from the barely closed fly of my pajamas, and, somehow, found its way into her ass. I had no idea whether I had pressed forward into her or she had pressed back onto me. It didn't matter. Fantasy had become reality. 

Pat rocked her hips and pressed her bottom against me. She rocked her hips forward and pulled away. Three rocks of her hips after I became fully aware of what was going on, then the so called courage struck me and I pulled up her night gown. I pulled it up enough to access her warm and wet pussy. Then I positioned my cock as it was before and slowly pushed forward. I came after only 7 strokes.

With the first pulse of my ejaculation, Pat rocked her hips back against me, squeezed her ass cheeks together hard, and didn't move. I heard her inhale through her teeth, and then hold her breath. For my part, involuntarily, I think, I drove my hips forward and pushed as deeply into her as I could. That was a come like I'd never experienced before. I felt like I'd discovered heaven and paradise in an instant, like I was going to die and was afraid I wouldn't, like I was going to live forever in a state of utter ecstasy. I came so hard and so long that I got a cramp in my asshole. Only after I'd spurted my last spurt did Pat exhale and relax her grip on my cock. 

And then I was scared shitless. My brain felt like it was split into two warring pieces, one reveling in the exquisite feelings of the moment, wanting that moment to last forever, wanting to have more moments like it; the other telling me that I had done something awful, awaiting Hell, knowing that Pat was at any moment going to ask me what in the world I thought I was doing, telling me to get back to my side of the bed. The half of my brain that was telling me I'd done something wrong was also telling me to pull out of her, to turn my back to her, to climb back up my side of the bed and cling to the edge, to shut my eyes as tight as I could, and pretend that nothing happened.

The half of my brain basking in delight told me to kiss the back of her neck, to stroke her skin, to press back into her, to live the moment more. Part of me tried to imagine she was fully asleep and didn't have any idea what had happened, and I was afraid that if I moved, she'd wake up, and I'd be in big trouble. Part of me didn't want to move. In fact, I was paralyzed, torn between the warring factions in my brain. I neither pressed forward nor moved away. I stayed put, right where I was. But I did not get soft. 

After some period of time, Pat bent forward and drew her legs up slightly, and at the same time relaxed her thighs and ass completely, putting her pussy nearer to me; I slipped further into her. Then she started rocking again. I still didn't know for sure whether she was awake and doing this consciously, or whether she was asleep. What I knew was the fun wasn't over yet. I got the rhythm of her movement and matched it. As I started the in-and-out thrusts of my hips, she quit moving hers so much. It felt so good that I kept speeding up, moving in and out of her faster and faster. When I got to going too fast, she would clench her pussy and press her ass back against me to stop me. Then she'd set the rhythm with her hips again, I'd match it, and she'd slow her movement. After a few repetitions of that cycle, I understood what she was telling me with her body, and I slowed my pace until it wasn't a contest between us anymore.

There was only Pat and me, joined together, rocking and fucking. For an eternal now, right here, wherever it was, I pushed in and withdrew, pushed in and withdrew, pushed in and withdrew. Then she moved her hips no matter what I did, and she panted audibly, like she was running. The movements of her hips were jerky and pronounced. Matching her motions, I soon slammed into her, driving as deep as I could with each stroke, and I felt my come building. 

All of a sudden, Pat jammed her hips against me with force and jerked spasmodically, in much the same way my cock pulsed spasmodically when I came. At the same time, the inside of her pussy squeezed my cock and jerked spasmodically, too. It felt to me as if a huge force had entered my body and taken control. I arched backward, pushing against her as close as possible, driving into her as deeply as I could, and my entire soul left my body through the end of my prick. Totally in the throes of an all-consuming orgasm, I cried out, helpless and mindless, unknowing and uncaring whether my voice changed anything. 

"Oooooooooooh," Pat breathed. "Ooooooooooh. Oooooooh. Oooooh. Ooh, oh, oh."

We relaxed and lay together, breathing heavy, my cock still inside of her. Neither of us moved for some time. I felt my cock soften, and shrink. When it fell out of Pat's pussy, Pat rolled a quarter turn toward me so she lay on her back. She raised her hips and pulled her nightgown down. After a few minutes, I understood that the door was closed, and I turned, too, so my back was toward her. My brain was such a jumble of thoughts, feelings, questions, fears, hopes, and desires that I couldn't sort out the pieces. 

I lay there, my back against Pat, and tried my best to dissociate whatever it was that made me, separate from my thoughts, from all the mental clatter. 

I awoke to the sound of the shower running. The room was filled with murky early morning light filtering in through the hazy windows and yellowed curtains. Memories of us fucking in the blackness of the wee hours of the night danced in the same mental space reserved for the recollection of dreams. 

Had it really happened? I reached down and touched myself. My cock and balls were sticky, and my sparse pubic hair was crusty. It happened! It was real! I had fucked Pat Potter, she had fucked me. The bathroom door opened, and Pat stepped out, fully dressed, with her travel kit in one hand and a small roll of cloth in the other. "I think you'd feel better if you took a quick shower before we start driving," she said. "It's going to be hot again, you know."

The next night Pat got a better motel. She spent an extra ten dollars so we stayed in a nicer, comfortable place. But, to compensate, she again took a room with one double bed. At that point, I really had to wonder whether she had other reasons for taking the double bed, whether expense was only the justification. I wanted to ask, to say something, but, of course, I didn't dare. Silently, I started to hope. After we'd checked into the motel, instead of walking to the nearest cafe, we drove around town until we found a small family restaurant, where we had a good meal. By the time we got back to the motel, Pat was on the verge of exhaustion, and we performed the same routine of showers and preparations for bed. This room was better by comparison to the rough hole we had yesterday. As I slipped between the sheets, Pat said, "Be sure to stay on your side."

This night, Pat's admonition to stay on my side had some meaning. The bed was almost new, and didn't sag at all. It was wonderfully comfortable, a delight to be able to relax completely, not to have to cling to the edge to keep from rolling to the middle. But I was disappointed. There was no excuse for Pat and me to roll together while we slept. Of course, my mind filled with thoughts of the night before. Of course, I had a raging, nearly painful, hard-on, for which I could do nothing. 

Pat soon snored softly. I lay there, silent, still, waiting for sleep to come. And, as always, sleep sneaked up on me and took me unaware. I awoke and saw her gown was shifted up and then I took out my cock and stroked. Then I pulled her gown up. But this time I pulled it all the way up and off, threw it on the floor... 

I pushed into her pussy as I did the first night. Then she started rocking her hips against me, but, this time, she was not silent, She was saying, "Ungh, ungh, ungh." This time, I did not lie still and afraid. I picked up her cadence and fell into rhythm with her. I came quickly. Pat held her breath and pressed her pussy around my cock. My cock relaxed, but did not get soft. We waited. After a few minutes, my cock was hard again, and I moved in and out of Pat once more. All of a sudden, Pat twisted away and rolled over so that she was awake and facing me.

"Take off your pj's!" she said in a loud whisper.

"What?" I replied.

"I said, take off your pj's,"

She grabbed the front of my pajama shirt and pulled the snaps open. As I pulled off the bottoms, Pat sat up and took off her bra. The room was dimly illuminated by outside lighting, not enough to see color, but enough to see gradations of darkness, silhouettes, movement in shadow. Her breasts lifted as her arms went over head, and then dropped back with a slight jiggle. She kicked the covers off, and lay back. I saw her white skin on white sheets, and the dark triangle of her snatch. She raised her knees, spread her legs, and opened her arms to me. "Come here," she said. 

I knelt between her thighs, unsure what to do. Her hands moved in a "come on" gesture. "Lean forward," she said. I did, and began to understand the geometry of the position. As I lowered my hips toward her crotch, she reached down, took hold of my cock, and guided it to her pussy. When I felt the tip of my cock enter her, I pushed forward and slid all the way in. As soon as I was in to the hilt, Pat grabbed the cheeks of my ass with both hands and began pivoting her hips on the bed. She held me so tight and rocked with such force that her bush felt like sandpaper against my skin.

"UH-huh, UH-huh, UH-huh," she said, grinding hard and fast. For several minutes, she rocked her hips, holding my ass so I couldn't move much. Then, without warning, she locked her legs behind my knees, squeezed for all she was worth, and growled a long "Aaaaaaaaaaarrr," followed by "Uh. Uh. Uh." 

Even though She had me locked in a grip with her hands and legs so I couldn't move, she still bucked spasmodically, and her pussy pulsed and clenched my cock. I didn't come. I just held on, for dear life, it seemed, riding out whatever Pat was going through. Her breath came in gasps. Finally, she relaxed, and her breathing evened. After a few moments, I began a slow, steady, rhythm in and out of her, and she lay almost still.

I went moment to moment, consumed by the sensations and emotions I felt, hoping each instant lasted forever. Pat's pussy felt so good-but, then, good was hardly the right word to describe a sensation like no other in the world, the combination of heat, wetness, and smoothness caressing my cock with each stroke. 

Smooth wasn't the right word, either. The inside of Pat's pussy had texture, contours designed solely for the purpose of holding my cock. Caressing wasn't the right word. Nor was squeezing. Nor was rubbing. There was friction but there wasn't friction. I think the only right thing to say was that it felt like fucking. Pat's hips began to move again. She wasn't gripping my ass or holding onto my legs, so it wasn't a harsh, grinding motion. It was more like a gentle undulation, as if we were swimming together.

"Buddy?" I heard her say. "Bud?"

"Yeah, Pat?"

"Rise up."

Disappointed she wanted me to separate from her, I started to lift my hips in preparation for withdrawing. "No," she said, "not your hips, your torso. Stay inside me. Kneel between my legs." Of course, I did what Pat wanted, relieved she wasn't bringing our coupling to an end. Pat raised her legs and hooked her knees inside my elbows. "Now lean forward again," she said. I did, and when I did, Pat's back bent so that her pussy was both impossibly wide open and pointed almost at the ceiling. I went deeper into her, and felt even my balls within the open wetness of her pussy lips. "Yes," she said. "Like that. Now, deep. Go deep."

It took a little practice, but after a few minutes I got the hang of balancing my weight right so that I held Pat's legs where she wanted them without breaking her back or smothering her while fucking her. As she wanted, I pushed deep. I drew my hips back as far as I could, until just the tip of my cock was in her, then pushed in, hard. When I was fully in her, Pat kind of wiggled her hips from side to side, and I felt something slide across the tip of my prick. I began to experiment, sometimes staying deep within her for a few moments before I withdrew again, sometimes teasing her pussy lips with just the tip of my cock before I pushed in. I angled my hips slightly from one side to the other, increasing the pressure I felt from the sides of her pussy. Whatever I was doing now seemed to be coming naturally, and Pat seemed to like it. 

After a while, I began to feel my come building. Not within my prick, and not within my balls, but someplace far, far back; not as if I just had to come right now or even very soon, but as if my coming was what was going to happen in a while, and what I had to do next was prepare for it. My strokes increased. My mind stopped and that invisible force took over. Instinct drove me.

The way we lay together, Pat's body matched my motion, and whatever we did, we did together. Before long, I wasn't moving my cock in and out of Pat, I slammed her, drawing out as far as I could and driving in as hard as I could. My crotch was nothing but sweat, and I felt my balls slide down the cleavage between Par's ass cheeks and bounce off her asshole. "Ooh? Ooh? Ooh?" Pat chanted, a question mark at the end of each sound, as if in expectation of something that was going to happen. My hips moved faster, and Pat made her questioning sound each time I plunged into her. 

And then I exploded. I didn't come, I exploded. A chunk of me gathered force and rocketed out of my body, and it felt as if my cock had quadrupled in size, as if I were going to collapse into myself and all of my being was going to become a missile that rocketed straight into Pat's depths. 

Pat made a sound I can't describe. She screamed. She sighed. She wailed. She cried. She shouted. All at the same time, with her body locked into an impossible state of rigidity. Her pussy grabbed my cock and squeezed and milked it, stroked me from the inside. For some time, we held that position, frozen in time. And then we relaxed, gasping, panting as if we'd run a race for our lives. 

Pat's legs hung slack in the crook of my elbows. Slowly, gently, one at a time, I lowered her legs to the bed. I stayed as far into her as I could in that position, lying motionless. From time to time, Pat's body quivered, and her pussy clenched, though with nothing of the force of a few moments before. My cock softened. The quivers and clenches became farther apart and less intense. With a final quiver and clench, Pat expelled my soft cock from inside her. I rolled off of her and lay on my back by her side. I held her hand. While we lay there quietly, sleep sneaked up and took me away again.

When I awoke, Pat and I were lying in the same positions we'd been in when I fell asleep, except that we weren't holding hands. The room was bright with sun light. Apparently, we'd slept much later than we had the day before. I turned my head and looked at Pat. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. My cock was hard and tent-poled the blanket. Before this trip, I would immediately have raised my knees to keep my "secret" from my mother. Now, there didn't seem to be much point in it. I lay there, quietly, waiting for Pat to say that it was time for us to get up and take our showers. Long minutes passed, and Pat remained silent, unmoving. I wondered what was going through her mind.

Then Pat took hold of my cock, squeezing and stroking it. I slid my hand over and placed it atop her cunt. It was the first time I'd felt between her legs, and touching it sent a tingle to my cock. Pat's legs were slightly spread, so I put my middle finger into her gash. 

Pat put her other hand over mine. Using her hand to guide me, she showed me where to touch her. My finger found the opening to her wet pussy. I coated my fingertips with her moisture, then moved them to her clit. Pat gripped my cock tight. I ran my fingertips around Pat's clit, put it back between her legs for more lubrication, then returned the fingers to her clit. Pat moaned and moved her hips in slow circles.

In one motion, Pat let go of my cock, sat up, threw the covers off, then rolled and swung her leg over me so that she straddled my hips. She leaned down, took hold of my cock, and guided it to her mouth to suck. It was wonderful. She stopped too soon. I wanted more, "Don't stop!" she looked into my eyes smiled and continued. 




Strange Bedfellows



She raised up, moved my cock from her mouth, and fed it into her pussy. Pat smiled. I smiled back. I felt a mix of delight and astonishment. Then she leaned forward, to move her bottom up and down on my meat. Her tits were in my face, swinging back and forth. I kissed first one, then the other. Pat helped by swinging her body from side to side to bring one tit and then the other in contact with my mouth. I took a nipple into my mouth, ran my tongue around it, and sucked. When Pat was ready, she drew back and fed me her other tit. While I was kissing and sucking her, I ran my hands up her sides and around to her back.

Pat wiped her hair away from her forehead. I reached up and grabbed both her tits in my hands, kneading them and rubbing my thumbs across the nipples. Pat's eyes were closed, with a Mona Lisa smile at the edges of her mouth. After she sat up for a while, she leaned forward again, and rubbed her tits on my face. I reached around and grabbed her ass, following their motion, helping her lift. I felt my orgasm building. I wanted to come, but not now. I wanted it to last. But Pat was in charge. The feeling of coming built until I was almost over the edge, then Pat sat up suddenly and sat motionless. The urge to come passed, and I relaxed. When I did, Pat moved her hips and ass again.

We repeated the cycle three times, and then Pat's motions became urgent, too. She rose higher, and came down harder, and her chest heaved with each breath. I grabbed her ass tight, and my fingertips went down into her butt crack. As I gripped her ass and helped her move, my fingers were wet from her sweat, and slipped upward, running across her asshole. 

Pat's motions were frantic, I felt my come building again, and I pumped my hips to match her movement, and to push myself into her as far as possible. We got into sync and we got out of sync. I held her ass tighter, to keep us together. Then Pat rose up one more time and came down hard. The slick tip of my middle finger went inside her asshole up to the first knuckle. I ejaculated inside her several times. Her entire body went rigid, and her eyes opened wide.

Oooo!" she said and made goose flesh all over her skin. When it stopped, her abdominal muscles and her pussy held me. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. After several minutes, the holding and squeezing slowed and stopped. Her anal sphincter gave me a squeeze, too, and expelled my finger. Pat remained upright with my cock impaled in her. I softened. Finally, as I was about to fall out of her entirely, Pat bent forward and placed both her hands flat on my chest, leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips.

"We'd better take showers and go," she said. She swung herself off of me and off the bed, and went into the bathroom. My crotch was completely gooey with the mix of her fluid and my semen. I just lay there, lost in my thoughts, until it was my turn for the shower. 

After breakfast, we came back to the motel room to pick up our bags, use the bathroom, and check for anything left behind. I put the bags in the car. Pat turned and looked at me. She pulled her fingers down my cheek, around my jaw, and over, under my chin. "Buddy," she said. "Oh, Buddy, we have two weeks together." Her chin quivered slightly, and she pressed her lips together. She looked ahead and started the car.