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The Third

By: Versatile2008



I'd been with Kevin for a couple of years and every once in a while we'd kind of joke around and talk about how it could be fun to a add a third dude to our mix some night. It never got past the talk stage, tough. But lately I'd been thinking about it more and more. Sex with Kevin was still great but, I had to admit, a certain routine had set in. I thought we were both ready for some fresh spice. Plus, I'd long had this fantasy of wanting to see Kevin make it with another stud. He's got such a huge, beautiful cock. Sometimes I hankered to watch him use that cock on some awed dude who couldn't take his eyes off it or wait to get it inside him. So one night I broached the subject again, but seriously this time.

"Say? What would you think about having another guy join us sometime for a three-way scene?" I asked as I was giving him a nice, thorough massage after we both showered. I was down to massaging his cock, which, as always, took all of about five seconds to get thick and stiff in my hand. "Man, I'd love to watch you bury this beautiful shaft of yours up some other dude's ass. Or watch him wrap his lips around it."

"You would, huh?" he cackled.

"Yeah, I would. I would a lot," I said, fisting it sensually.

Anyway, the answer was yes, so I proposed inviting over this guy I worked with, Jimmy. Jimmy was a cute young kid back in the office. After running into me and Kevin at the beach one time, he was always telling me what a stud Kevin was, what a great body he had, teasing me about the bulge in his swim trunks. Once, at a Christmas party at our office, when he was a little drunk, Jimmy asked me if Kevin was as well-hung as he looked in swim trunks. I picked up a foot ruler from a desk.

"Subtract about an inch or so from this."

"You're shittin' me!" he gasped.

"I kid you not. And he knows how to use it too, believe me."

So now I talked to Jimmy about maybe joining me and Kevin for an evening of fun and games. And nanturally he loved the idea.

A few days later Jimmy came by. I had worked things out so that Kevin would already be in the bedroom stretched out on his back naked, stroking his big dick. So now I led Jimmy straight into the bedroom. 

"Holy shit!" Kevin gasped as he caught sight of my gorgeous boyfriend laying back languidly, slowly fisting his thick, ten-inch pole, as stiff as steel tubing. Jimmy just stood there staring, so I pushed him gently forward as he sat next to Kevin, his eyes riveted on his rigid cock like a pair of star-struck lasers.

"Pretty nice, huh? Nice and thick," I said, sitting down next to Jimmy, taking his hand and moving it over to Kevin's cock. Jimmy couldn't have been happier as he started to fist Kevin's cock excitedly.

"Tastes good too," I hissed in Jimmy's eat. "Let me see you taste it, Jimmy."

Now I watched as Jimmy slowly licked the ample surface of Kevin's smooth, hard cock, his tongue gliding up the shaft until it finally reached the bulbous knob. 

"Uh huh! Eat it!" I kept hissing in his ear. "And think how good it's going to feel when it's buried up your tight butt!"

Jimmy stared into my eyes, his mouth stuffed with Kevin's cock, lips stretched around its awesome thickness.And while he sucked away, staring at me like this, i reached down and unzipped him, reaching in to find he was as stiff as Kevin. Then I took off Jimmy's clothes for him as he never let up sucking Kevin.

Naked now, I got him up on the bed on elbows and knees as he never stopped sucking for a moment. I stared at his cute, smooth, boyish buns, working my fingertips into the crease between them. The way he wiggled his butt told me he loved the attention! Now I spread him wide open and gazed at his hot, little hole, then ran my tongue down the length of Jimmy's crack, rimming him in earnest. Now I'd be lying if I said I lured Jimmy over here just so Kevin could have a piece of him. I wasn't that selfless. I intended to have some of this slut-boy for myself too! Plus, someone had to get him ready for Kevin's thick butt-buster. 

I kept licking him, making him nice and wet back there, and as I licked him I reached around to take hold of his tool, as stiff as the barrel of a shotgun! Finally I pulled back, reached for a tub of lube I made sure was in arm's reach, and slapped a big dab between Jimmy';s cheeks, working it around, then jamming first one, then two fingers up his tight but now greased ass. He turned around to look at me as I reamed him, his mouth never letting up on Kevin. Now I pulled off my own clothes, knelt behind Jimmyw, and slammed my cock up his ass in one slick move.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as he felt it, pulling away from Kevin's cock. But I pressed back on Jimmy's head, as he took it in his mouth again.

"C'mon, suck it, take it down your throat, show Kevin how much you love it," I hissed at him as he bravely swallowed inch after inch of the thick rod until, finally, the whole damn thing was out of sight wedged in his mouth and down his throat, his lips pressing against Kevin's pubic hair. Finally he let go, his eyes bulging, gasping for breath as anyone would who'd just swallowed ten plus inches of thick cock

"How's that ass?" Kevin growled.

"Good, real good. Ready for some yourself?"

"Oh yeah, I'm, ready," Kevin said with a lewd, nasty smile, pulling away from Jimmy's mouth and moving up on the bed to join me behind Kevin. Now I pulled out as Kevin knelt in my place.

Kevin got in position behind Jimmy, his magnificent cock erect, poised and aimed right at Jimmy's greased and freshly fucked hole. I took hold of Kevin's shaft and brought it between Jimmy's cheeks, pressing the tip against his slick, wrinkled hole. 

"It's time to finally fuck this stud, so slide it in. Shove it inside him nice and deep!" I urged Kevin, staring into his blazing eyes as, slowly, inch by inch, he slid his massive cock up Jimmy's rectum, stopping and letting him get accustomed to it and then pushing forward, forcing in another inch or two, fucking him with strong, smooth strokes until, finally, its full length was buried deep inside. 

"It makes me horny to see your big dick up another dude's ass, Kevin," I whispered into his ear, leaning over. "Shove it in there. Deep... all the way!"

But watching wasn't enough for me. I needed to get in on the action. So I got down and licked Jimmy's balls and sucked his cock while Kevin drilled his ass. Then ran my tongue along the underside of Kevin's shaft as he plunged inside Jimmy. There was so much to lick and suck here. And I was ravenous for the taste of every sizzling inch!

Jimmy had gotten used to the big cock plowing his ass and was now eagerly pushing back on it, trying to get the full length of Kevin's shaft inside him with each stroke. I approached Jimmy now so I could look him straight in the eyes while he was being fucked. His face was contorted with wild pleasure. God! I loved that expression, that look of intense passion as Kevin's cock plowed into his ass.

"You like being on your knees, don't you, Jimmy? Sticking out your tight little bottom like a horny slut so Kevin can bury his thick cock deep inside it?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Here's some more dick for you, Jimmy!" I cackled, grabbing the back of his head and forcing my cock down his throat. I let him suck me for a while, but as much as I enjoyed getting head it was the voyeur in me that was all fired up. I needed to get back there and check out the action some more. I wanted to check out this hot coupling from every angle. So I got behind Kevin now, staring at the awesome sight of Kevin's rigid thickness busting open Jimmy's tight asshole. Then I pulled back to take in a wider view, watching Kevin's buttocks pump away as he slammed it in there, hard.

Spreading Kevin's muscular buttocks as he thrust forward, I slid my tongue into his familiar ass. Kevin sighed deeply; I knew how he always craved having my hot tongue lap away at his asshole. After he was nice and wet from my rimming, I slid a finger inside and reamed him as he kept ramming his dick savagely all the way up Jimmy's rectum. Then I got behind Kevin and spread his buns.

"Stop moving around for a moment stud, okay? I wanna get this inside you."

Kevin ceased plunging into Jimmy as I placed my cockhead up against his asshole. Then I pushed forward, sliding my dick deep inside him with one forceful plunge. I was in heaven! Screwing Kevin while he, in turn, was drilling Jimmy. This scene was turning out just as I had hoped. We got a nice, smooth rhythm going, Kevin fucking Jimmy, while I fuked Kevin. We must've been banging away like this for fifteen minutes or so when I decided it was time to break off and try something else.

"Time to pull out for awhile, guys," I said, withdrawing my dick from the hot depths of Kevin's snug bottom. Then Kevin pulled out very, very slowly, making sure I had a good view of his big cock withdrawing from the grip of Jimmy's tight anus. I gazed at the long, thick shaft now, as did Jimmy. Then Jimmy reached back to feel his own asshole.

"Ooooh, shit, I'be been fucked, haven't I?!"

"You sure as shit have. Bend over and spread 'em, slut," I said. "Let's see what you look like now that you've had that big dick of Kevin's stuffed up your ass."

My eyes went wide when I saw his reamed asshole. The sight of a freshly-fucked ass somehow always aroused me.

"Hey, Kevin," Jimmy now urged Kevin, "why don't you turn around and bend over so we can see your cute butthole too now that it's been fucked. I'm not the only stud around here who's just had a dick in my ass."

Jimmy and I looked Kevin over as he spread his hard, perfect buns to expose the crack between them for our scrutiny. 

"Nice ass, huh Jimmy? Looks good enough to eat!" I said.

And so I pressed my face into Kevin's crack and began eating out his ass again. Then I looked over at Jimmy.

"Why don't you come down here and have a taste too."

Jimmy got down next to me and took over rimming Kevin. 

"Oh yeah!... lick that ass, lick it!" I pushed back on Jimmy's head to force his tongue deeper into Kevin's crack.

Now I pushed Jimmy away and took over for a while before letting Jimmy dig in again as the two of us took turns rimming Kevin. I was consumed with anal lust, greedily devouring Kevin's asshole and then pausing to watch while Jimmy feasted on it. Next, I got behind Jimmy and worked my tongue up his ass again while he kept on rimming Kevin. I only wished I had a stud behind me with his slippery tongue up my butthole!

Jimmy's sphincter was still dilated from being pummeled by Kevin's cock and I could easily slide my tongue deep inside. As my tongue probed his anal passage, it made me feel so fuckin' horny to think that only minutes ago it was Kevin's thick cock that had been where my tongue was now. Shit! Eating out Jimmy's asshole, I could almost taste that dick of Kevin's! 

Jimmy had been thoroughly fucked. By me, and then by Kevin. And I had screwed Kevin. But my own butt hadn't been touched yet. 

"Okay guys, my turn," I said getting down on the couch on hands and knees, raising my ass up high. That's me -- a hot stud who loves to get on his elbows and knees, greedy to take it up the ass!

Kevin's beautiful cock was sticking up right in front of my face. I stared at it, relishing the fact that it had just been stuffed all the way up Jimmy's rectum. I devoured Kevin now, licking and sucking his dick with a demented, ravenous lust. 

"Oh yeah, mmmmmmmh," Kevin hissed, "Eat that dick. Suck it!" 

And as I chewed away I felt a mouth pressing against the crack of my ass. The next thing I knew, Jimmy's agile tongue was giving me a first-class rim job. I like to have my butthole eaten almost as much as I like eating another stud's butthole! Then I felt Jimmy slapping some lube into my crack. I closed my eyes as he expertly slid his dick up my ass and started to fuck me in earnest. After he gave me a good, solid reaming he pulled out, telling me he was on the brink and didn't want to unload yet. I looked up at Kevin and smiled. He knew exactly what to do now as he took Jimmy place behind me and wedged his massive cockhead, as big as a pool ball, into my crack. Man did I ever crave the feel of the bulbous knob between my cheeks, know the thick shaft would soon follow. And it sure did as he forced it inside,

"Oh yeah, fuck 'im!" Jimmy growled, urging Kevin on. Then Jimmy disappeared behind Kevin. The next thing i heard was the sound of Jimmy's tongue slurping away at Kevin's asshole, rimming him as he fucked me. Ah the sounds of male-male sex, so fucking beautiful! So glad I got that divorce from Tina four years ago!

The Third



The sun sank below the ridge, throwing the valley into early shadow, their rough-edges crawling across the meadow grasses and dots of scrub pine. Anne stood on the front step of the cabin wrapped in one of Elliot's big shirts, her long pale legs bare. The scent of horses and pine mingled with that of their sex still clinging to her skin.

The boy, 24 years young and radiating virility, rounded the corner of the barn. His bare torso shone with the day's sweat, and his black curly hair hung lank on his shoulders.

"Juan!" she called softly. The silence was cathedral-like; she regretted shattering it with something as harsh as a voice. He stopped and looked at her. "Would you check the mare's right front, please? She was going stiff for me today."

He nodded politely and said something about putting the new colt back in with the old gelding for the night.

"That's great," she said.

A big cat screamed far up the mountain, raising goose-flesh on her arms and legs. 

She heard him behind her just before he put his arms around her middle and pulled her possessively into the clutch of his body. He put his mouth on her neck, pressed his hips into her buttocks. "Haven't you had enough, Baby?" she asked, smiling, melting into him. He always made her melt. He could make her melt with a look. A word. 

He purred softly, seductively against her skin. "Never." His hands brushed over and cupped her breasts. She glanced up, looking for the boy, feeling embarrassment; but he'd gone to check the mare. Something like disappointment crept around her thoughts.

Elliot quickly brushed whatever it was away, playing his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them erect. He was still kissing and sucking her neck, her throat, sweeping his tongue inside the cup of her ear. She moaned and laid her head back on his shoulder. 

"I bet you're wet again," he said softly. His fingers slid against her sex, playing in her heat and juices. He purred again. "My mouth's watering, Beautiful," he said.

It was a rose-colored dawn, the kind that throws the landscape into a school-girl blush. The colt was fresh. Barely three years old, he had come to her mean and distrustful. That was six months ago. She'd been ponying him on rides with her old gelding, and the gelding's steady nature quickly taught the colt to trust him, if not her. She would put the training saddle on the youngster and barely tighten the cinch, and a loose-ring snaffle in his mouth. She led him by his halter, teaching him to carry the bit without interference. He was smart as a whip, and she saw something in his eyes that told her he'd come around.

She was never wrong. Not about horses.

They were in the round pen slightly behind the barn from the house. No one was up yet. It was her favorite time of day, just her and a horse and the ancient mountains looming over their shoulders. She spoke to him softly, called his name, asked for his attention. He trotted around her on the rails but kept one ear trained on her; he chewed and licked his lips. He was listening, processing, thinking things through. 

She kept his feet moving with her presence, applying pressure then backing off and releasing when he responded. It was a dance he'd already learned well. When she stepped back and relaxed her spine, lowered her eyes, and turned her shoulder to him, he halted and turned into her. Head low and extended, his sorrel coat danced and sparked with pink highlights. She spoke. He considered before approaching quietly, touching her elbow with his lips, They stood silently together in the coolness of a dawn that held the promise of another hot day.

After a few minutes she rubbed him all over with her hands. He was relaxed and accepting of her movements around him. Even when she lifted the stirrup and slapped the fender, he stood. She leaned into the stirrup with her hand, mimicking a mount-up. He started and leaned with her, then braced and stood. He turned his head to study her, inquisitive, watchful.

A thought flitted through the back of her mind like a smoky shadow that it was too soon, she was rushing. But he was so quiet, and her foot was in the stirrup before she knew it.

She hung on his side for a moment while he warmed to this new sensation. His back was hollowed, his neck raised, his ears on her, but she waited and spoke softly, and he slowly relaxed. She inched up, carefully put her leg over the the cantel without touching his rump, gently settled her buttocks into the seat--

The boy's voice spoke urgently above her. She wondered vaguely why she thought of him as the boy. He wasn't a boy. He was anything but. His skin, the color of lightly oiled leather, slid over his muscled frame like water over river rock. He always smelled musky, of glycerin soap and hay and horses and heat. Not that she'd noticed.

She had noticed, once. Elliot caught her looking. He was angry. A thrill of fear swelled through her when he got that look. He saved it for incompetent salesmen and accountants and kids who rode their skateboards too close on the sidewalk when they walked through town. He'd never turned it on her. Usually so gentle and smiling, his face hardened and his eyes hooded. It made her wet.

He'd caught her watching from the front step, and he'd gripped her upper arm, almost painfully. He pulled her into the house, slammed the door and threw the bolt, dragged her through into the dining room. He spun her to face him and pointed at the floor without a word, that hardness in his eyes. She was off-balance, taken completely by surprise. "You want to fuck him?" he'd asked her, and his voice was soft. It sent chills down her spine; she started to deny it, knew she should deny it. She wasn't sure what stopped her, but she felt her head nodding, felt tears stinging her eyes. 

He had gentled a bit. Like he knew he'd gone a little too far, too fast. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her face up, and though he still didn't smile or call her Beautiful, he kissed her lips, and she felt Elliot still in there. He took himself out of his trousers and he was rock hard. He looked at her and released her chin and said, "Suck my cock. Suck my cock while you think about him."

She started to protest. Even while she grew swollen and wet at the sight of him hard and the promise of having him in her mouth, she wanted him to know she didn't need to think about the boy. But he cut her off, placed his hand on the back of her head and forced her to put her mouth on him. 

He never took his eyes off her, and once in a while he reminded her to think of the boy, of his young, muscular body, his big hard cock. He told her to imagine the boy was fucking her while she sucked him; while he, her lover, fucked her mouth and watched.

Before he came, he pulled away and asked if she liked it, liked having two men. She was too in the moment to lie, to make up a story. She just panted there on her knees, needing to finish him off, and said, "Yes, Baby. Yes." He'd smiled a satisfied smile that didn't reach his eyes and come hard in her mouth without warning her like he usually did.

Now the boy was lifting her, cradling her against the flannel of a shirt he only ever wore till mid-morning. He was hard and strong. And he was asking if she was okay while he carried her toward the house. "The colt," she murmured. 

He promised to take care of the colt, and she relaxed. 

Elliot was still in bed when Juan burst through the door, Anne limp in his arms. He took a half second to register and rub the surprise out of his eyes, then he was out of the bed and across the room.

"Fuck, Juan, what happened?" he asked, brushing her red hair out of her face as Juan laid her on the bed. 

"The colt, she tried to get on him."

"Was it bad? Anne! Anne, honey, can you hear me?" Her eyes opened and she smiled at him.

"Should I get the doc?" Juan asked, standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

"Yeah, use the phone in the kitchen, would you?" Juan left and Elliot leaned over her, kissed her forehead. "Honey, do you know where you are?" He put his hands in the cloud of her hair, checking for bumps and blood.

She grinned sleepily. "Of course, silly. I fell off a horse. I didn't..." she trailed off.

"No, Anne, stay awake." He knew you didn't let a person with a concussion fall asleep. 

Juan stood in the doorway. "He said he'll be here directly."

"Thanks," Elliot said.

"I best take care of the horse," and he was gone. 

Elliot muttered under his breath, "Shoot the damn thing."

Anne's green eyes flew open and she looked serious. "Don't you dare! It wasn't his fault!" She tried to sit up and he stopped her and smiled.

"That's my girl. The horse is safe, Beautiful. No one's going to shoot it."

She relaxed back onto the pillow and smiled. She said, "I love you, Baby," and closed her eyes again.

It wasn't serious, the Doc said. A mild concussion. Barely a bruise on her. Except the one on her upper arm, but it looked older. Elliot had cleared his throat, and Anne smiled sweetly and said something about a caught rope... He told her to stay off the horses for a few days.

But she slipped out to the barn the next morning. She saddled the old gelding and took him out into the scrub. She told the boy she was going and would be back before Elliot was up.

They'd made love last night. He'd been so gentle with her, like he thought she might break. And when she asked for harder and faster, he'd only complied minimally, just enough to get her off. 

That was the thing about Elliot; even in his selfish moments he wasn't really. Everything he did was done with her in mind. That was probably the main reason she loved him, the main reason she'd fled a marriage and uprooted her life to be with him. 

She patted the gelding's thick neck. Awkward, long-legged jack rabbits scattered before their approach and the gelding flicked his ears and watched and plodded quietly on.

When she returned, a worried-looking boy took the horse. "You better get up there," he motioned at the house. 

Her heart sank a little.

She walked in the door and saw him sitting at the bar, looking unseeingly at the latest National G. He didn't acknowledge her, not even when she slipped up behind him and put her arms around his big shoulders. She kissed his cheek. "Hey, Baby," she said tentatively.

He cleared his throat. His voice, though soft, had a rough edge to it. "I was worried."

She squeezed tighter. "You know there's no need." She kissed his earlobe. Kissed the soft flesh beneath his jaw. "It was just the old boy. How can I make it up to you?"

He started to relax, put his hand up to cover her wrists where they crossed over his chest. "By being careful and not pulling hotheaded stunts like yesterday."

"I'm sorry," she said. 

He leaned his cheek against hers and there was a small smile in his voice. "No you're not."

"I am!"

"You're sorry I worry. You're not sorry you're a fucking hothead," he finally looked at her and his eyes were warm.

"Maybe."

He twisted on the bar stool and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her like he was trying squeeze the life out of her, and kissed her neck a little roughly. She giggled and squirmed and caught his mouth with hers.

It wasn't the first time he'd heard the boy outside the window. Anne was vocal in her lovemaking, in her climaxes, and they kept the windows open this time of year. He'd been aware of the snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves. He passed it off on animals, a squirrel or coon, or even the wind carrying in noises from farther away.

But this time Juan was careless. Elliot had been lost in her pussy, then moved up her body to kiss her mouth. He caught the dark eyes staring through the window. He'd met and held them while he kissed her, and something in the audience made him harder; he'd stopped his teasing and penetrated her, hard and fast, and she'd yelped and moaned, and come for him so quickly. When he looked back to the window, it was empty. But he knew. He knew Juan was watching.

He laid at her side after-wards and tenderly touched her face, softly kissed her lips, rubbed his hand over her ebbing sex making her smile. He wondered if he should tell her, wondered if she would react, recalled her excitement at the idea of taking two. He marveled at her love for him, at what she had sacrificed and what she still had left to give. It made his heart swell, brought tears to his eyes, filled him with a feeling larger than anything he'd felt before. 

"What?" she queried. She concentrated on his face, looking content and at ease.

He raised his eyebrows innocently.

"You've got something on your mind, Baby," she said. She kissed his lips.

He kissed her back, deepened it, pulled away. "You can always tell."

She grinned and waited.

"I think we've had company."

It was her turn to lift her brows. "Like, now?" she looked around the room. "How do you mean?"

He waved toward the window. "That boy you like to watch. He apparently enjoys a little watching himself."

Her smile faded, and she looked uncomfortable, a touch frightened. Not the reaction he was hoping for. "I'll have a word," he said quickly.

"Is that necessary?"

He studied her. 

"Is that why you changed a minute ago? You got..." he cut her off, covering her mouth with his. Her smile returned. 

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

"What, that you're turned on by cocks and being watched?" She was smiling still, but looked thoughtful, too. "It's kind of hot."

"No. I'm turned on by you. And the more turned on you are, the better. Why'd you look... scared?"

She turned her head away, tried to pull the sheet over her bare breasts, but he stilled her hands and turned her face back to him. "I didn't," she said. It was a weak protest.

"Yeah. Yeah you did. I thought you were put off."

"I just- I was afraid you'd be angry. That he was watching."

"Because you thought I was angry when you were watching him," he finished. He put his arm over her and pulled her against him. "I wasn't, Beautiful."

"No? You seemed angry."

"It was play. It was exciting. You enjoyed it."

She smiled.

"We can do it again sometime. If you did enjoy it as much as I think you did."

She nodded. "Do you think he'll keep watching?" 

"I don't know. I think you might need to give him a little... encouragement."

They often worked side by side in the little barn, she and the boy. Never speaking. Doing their work together, yet staying each out of the others way.

The barn itself was simple, broken down the center by a wide aisle with two box stalls on either side. The horses rarely stayed in, preferring the run-in sheds in their pastures over tight confinement. But new arrivals stayed in for a few days, and once in awhile, Anne took in a neighbor's animals while they were out of town. The fourth stall at the back was fully enclosed and padlocked, and held feed and tack. The loft overhead overflowed with the summer's hay crop. The boy lived simply in the small bunk room at the back. They'd provided him with running water, a hot plate and a microwave. They'd offered him use of the house as needed, though as yet, he'd not taken them up on it. 

The barn was another of her favorite places. As they worked and she sneaked sidelong glances at his lithe body, lifting and straining and shining with sweat, she heard Elliot's voice in her ear telling her to encourage him. She wasn't sure what he meant by that. But there was something arousing in the idea that she had his permission to... appreciate. It was made more arousing in that Elliot had added, "There is one condition; he's a cock. That's it."

She pondered the idea and what it meant as she waited for the water trough to fill. Sweat stuck her pink tank to her skin. 

The boy came behind her, grabbed the hose and doused his head and shoulders. "Hot," he stated, before taking a long drink and replacing the nozzle in the tank. He turned to go. 

Before she could stop herself, she said, "Yes. Yes it is."

He paused, smiled a little.

She smiled sweetly back, plucking her tank off her chest and fanning herself with the feed label in her hand. She raked him boldly with her eyes, pausing on the button of his jeans before moving on. It was a calculated sweep, for his benefit.

He met her gaze before following suit, lingering over her curves and challenging her slightly with his look. 

"Are you comfortable in the bunk room?" she asked casually. She knew her arousal was visible, obvious in the peak of her breasts and flush on her cheeks. But she played it cool. Played it cool and invited him to keep looking, knowing too that he'd already seen far more of her than most.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Staying cool at night?" she said softly. She saw the front of his dungarees stir.

"Enough," he replied.

"Not much for entertainment way out here." She smiled a small smile.

"Enough," he said again.

The trough over-flowed and they both leaned for the spigot. She caught his musk. She took the opportunity and whispered boldly, without plan and for no good reason, "You're just a cock. A boy and a cock." She met his eyes briefly, but his dilated pupils were unreadable.

She left him there, to wonder.

Elliot watched the two of them from the kitchen window. He'd been washing dishes, a chore he often undertook while she was outside. There was something soothing, ordinary in dish washing. He'd looked out and seen them standing close together. Something stabbed him, sharp, a feeling that perhaps he'd started a ball rolling that could too easily gain speed and girth and crush him and her and the beautiful thing they had. 

They didn't touch. But he saw Juan lean into her as they spoke. She cocked her hip out and placed a hand on it in that way she did when she was feeling the power of her own body. It turned him on when she did that for him. As he watched her do it for someone else, there was a sneaking feeling of dark jealousy. 

Then their bodies leaned forward at the same time. He thought they were going to kiss. His heart stilled, thudded off his ribs and sped up; they both straightened and parted. Anne walked toward the house in that purposeful way she had. He thought that's why the horses liked her, trusted her. She always walked with purpose, like she had no question about where she was going or her mission in life; he suspected it made them want to follow her. It certainly made him want to follow her.

He pulled the plug.

Autumn crept down the mountains' flanks, turning the aspen and birch yellow and gold in its wake. Uncut hay ripened and died to raw umber in the meadows. Geese flew in huge formations across skies crowded with towering cumulonimbus clouds, and black and grizzly bears foraged along the tree lines, stripping the last of the summer berries from their canes. The horses' winter coats started to grow, making them look fat and fuzzy as long hot days shortened and cooled.

Anne heard Elliot's familiar footfall as she worked alone in the barn late one evening. She sat on a hay bale and held an awl in one hand and a length of tan waxed thread in the other, and balanced a saddle on the floor between her knees.

She glanced up and smiled, and went back to work, impatiently shoving a thatch of red hair behind her ear and almost poking herself in the face with awl. 

Elliot stepped up and gently took it out of her hand. "Hey, careful," he warned. "Why isn't Juan doing that?"

"You know he's gone for a few days. And I need this for the colt tomorrow. Look!" she indicated where the stitching had worked loose. "Give it," she demanded petulantly.

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. "I think you need a break. And I'm tired of waiting for you." He pulled her up and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and touching hers in that way that always broke her. His hands were under her plaid shirt. He freed her breasts from their under-wire cage, and she melted into his body, felt his erection against her, his hands touching and teasing in all the right places.




The Third



"We shouldn't, not here," she gasped. But her body sought his independent of her brain.

"Mm, why not?"

"It's dirty!" she giggled, then put her mouth on his throat, his strong neck. He growled. He broke their embrace and pulled her down the aisle toward the bunk room.

She pulled back. "No, Baby, we shouldn't."

He grinned. "I think we should." He kissed her again, and it was a hard demand that shot fingers of sensation through her belly, into her sex. He knew. He slid his hand into her pants, curled his fingers and cupped her, and she went weak against him. "So wet for me, Beautiful," he murmured against her neck. 

The door stood ajar. There was nothing personal about the little room. The cot was made up with old quilts from her linen closet, and everything was tidy, almost sterile. Elliot pushed her till the cot was against the backs of her knees, then he kissed his way down her body, over her clothes, pulling her jeans down as he went. He was on his knees, sliding his hands back up under her shirt over her breasts. He kissed the triangle of curly copper hair, then looked up at her and said, "Sit."

She gladly obeyed. 

He spread her knees, and his tongue was inside her, exploring her walls, swirling and stroking. He moaned and purred and hummed, and she invited him deeper while his hands teased her breasts. 

He moved to suck and bite her clit, lick and bite her thighs. He curled his fingers inside her. She rocked her head back and groaned.

Elliot's back was to the door. He didn't see the boy. But she did, caught the surprised then excited look in his eyes. She heard her own noises as though they were something apart from her. Elliot was stripped to his trousers, and when she begged for him, he unfastened them while he devoured her mouth, the taste and smell of herself strong on his face. 

She watched the boy leaning casually, almost arrogantly against the door frame, his hand cupping and rubbing his jeans front, while Elliot slid inside her with his usual maddening, intoxicating control, teasing and leaving and coming back deeper. She took Elliot's face in her hands and looked into his eyes and told him she loved him. Their mouths met. Then she said softly, "I want him," and pointed at the door.

Elliot stilled and looked over his shoulder. They were two bull bears, sizing one another up. But there was no contest. It was clear Elliot was in charge. He slid back to her pussy, kissed her, licked her, and the boy came into the room and shrugged out of his clothes. Naked, he took her breath away. His broad shoulders tapered into a hard stomach, into a round ass, and his phallus was long and thick and upright with youth. His thighs bulged but his legs were graceful. Everything about him screamed rut. He stood behind them and stroked his shaft and waited. 

Elliot looked at her. "What do you want?"

She pulled him up to her mouth and whispered in his ear. She could not bring herself to be heard, couldn't bear the thought of her voice in the midst of this, whatever this was. He kissed her and stroked her hair, looked into her eyes and told her he loved her, and not to be afraid. She was trembling. She didn't know if it was nerves or arousal. Did he? 

She was afraid to look at the boy. Elliot moved to her side, his warm, known body stretched beside her, his foot gently caressing the length of her shin. He motioned to the boy. He leaned away from her and said something low, something that sounded like a threat and that she thought was a warning the boy wasn't to put his mouth on her.

The boy was just a cock. Elliot had said that. Elliot meant that. 

The tension in the tiny room was thick as the sex, as the steamy odors of horses and green curing hay.

Anne couldn't look at the boy. She was thankful for the blouse that still partially covered her. She was self-conscious of her imperfect and aging body, the softness around her middle, the dimples on her thighs. She felt tears, and intense arousal and fear, and she kept her face turned toward Elliot. Elliot, who never made her feel less, always made her feel more. Elliot, who lived and breathed her when they were together. Elliot, with his soft round face and thick, forgiving body and beautiful cock that he joked didn't show up for the second half of puberty. Elliot, who was fiercely protective of her, but knew to respect the independence that ran through her core. She tried to read his face as she felt the boy's hands on her and she instinctively shrank from them, wanting, but afraid to want at the same time. They felt good, but they were not Elliot's hands. Fat tears skated over her cheeks.

Elliot stopped the boy and took Anne's face between his hands. He smiled at her and kissed the wet off her cheeks. "Do you want to stop, Beautiful?" he whispered. "Nothing happens that you don't want, do you understand?"

She nodded. 

"Do you feel how hard I am for you right now?" He removed one hand to find hers and put it on his throbbing need. He cupped her face again, his eyes never leaving hers. "Feel me, Babe, " he whispered. 

She kept her hold on him, stroking him, and with the other arm embraced his head and buried her face against his neck that smelled faintly of aftershave and Marlboros. He held her and rocked her, and she felt his hand on her breasts, pushing aside the fabric and gliding his palms over her nipples, awakening her body as only he could. He continued to stroke her and murmur reassurances against her hair, fucking her hand as their excitement built.

She focused on him, focused everything in her on Elliot. When she felt the boy's hands on her belly and thighs, and then between her legs, they were disconnected from everything but Elliot and the sensations racing through her body. She arched and moaned, opened her mouth on Elliot's throat, and let his scent and heat engulf her while the hands on her brought her to near climax, the fingers on her clit, inside her, on her breasts, and Elliot's hips thrusting against her hand. 

She whispered his name, and he said, "Yes, Beautiful?"

She could only groan and will him to understand what she needed.

He kissed her hard, filled her mouth with his tongue, before leaving and putting his hand over hers on his phallus, and pointing at her chest and saying something else quiet to the boy. 

The boy complied and straddled her midsection and gently lifted and pressed her heavy breasts up and together. Elliot's hand squeezed hers, reassuring her, and he looked in her eyes and gauged her reaction. He kept their fingers laced when he moved behind the boy, and at the same time Juan pushed his swollen member between her breasts, she felt Elliot's familiar mouth on her sex, and she sighed and shuddered deep in the center of herself. She kept a tight hold on his hand; he made her feel like she was the center of this thing that was happening.

The boy pumped his hips against her breasts, and she felt a boldness afforded by the intense levels of arousal; she took the tip of him into her mouth. He groaned, and his body started to fold forward, but Elliot's mouth left her for a moment, and the boy sat up, and kept his rhythm slow, almost gentle. 

Elliot's hand let go, and he touched her thighs, guiding her legs over his shoulders. Then her thighs were sandwiched between their bodies, and Elliot filled her and began pushing her; she saw one of Elliot's hands on the boy's hip; she could tell by their rhythms that he was syncing them up, that he was directing the boy at his pace, because Elliot knew what she needed, how long it took, and how to give the most pleasure. The boy's thrusting through her breasts into her mouth soon perfectly matched Elliot's into her pussy, and the feelings were exquisite. 

The rhythms escalated until she was falling over the edge into sweeping indigo waves. She let her head fall back and let the sounds out of her body that were as much a part of her climax as the clenching muscles and crackling bolts of electricity running the length of her limbs. The boy was suddenly gone and it was Elliot's beautiful face above her, and he was coming with her, pushing her beyond any physical boundary she'd ever erected for herself. His mouth devoured her throat, her breastbone, covered hers and swallowed her almost panicked cries. She clasped her body around him, her arm, legs, pussy, and held on for what felt like her very life.

The boy didn't return. When the world came back into focus, he was gone. They'd left the bunk room for their own bed and slept the sleep of the spent until well after dawn. When Anne finally made it to the barn, she saw his possessions, meager though they were, cleared from the bunk room. She knew he wouldn't be back, and felt both relief and disappointment. 

She pulled the bedding off the cot and carried it to the house. Elliot poured a cup of coffee at the counter, stirred in cream and sugar, and turned to look at her. 

"He's gone?" he asked.

She nodded, shoving the bedding into the washing machine hidden behind a slatted door between the great room and kitchen.

"Are you happy about that?" Elliot sipped the coffee. 

They hadn't said much about the experience. She shrugged. Talking about it might make it real. Or unreal. She wasn't sure which was worse.

"Come sit," he said. There was something in his quiet voice that she obeyed without question. She followed him into the living room and sat beside him on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, and she felt his mouth against her hair. "Tell me what you're feeling, Beautiful."

How could she tell him something she didn't know? "I think maybe I'll miss him." Her voice cracked a little. She cleared her throat, and he handed her his coffee cup. She took a sip and grimaced at the sweetness of it. He took it back and grinned at her.

"Is that okay?" she said.

"What, that you'll miss him? Honey, whatever you feel about it is okay. You feel what you feel."

"But maybe I'm also glad he's gone. I don't know that I could have faced him."

He kissed her hair again, and she felt safe. "I get that too."

"Would you have let him stay?"

His answer was quick. "No."

She sat up and looked at him. "Why not?"

His brow furrowed and he took another drink. Cleared his throat. He had that intent look as though he were selecting and testing his words like picking out produce at the market. "It would have been awkward."

She snorted. "Since when are you bothered by that?" she accused. "No, really. Why not?"

He looked at her, reached up and thumbed across her jaw and chin. "I think I'd be a little jealous. I think it would be too easy for you to be with him, without me, after something like that. I'd worry you felt more for him." His eyes were serious, dark. It was insecure Elliot speaking, and it made her want to hold and comfort and assure him. But she was too unsure of her own standing.

"Feel more for him than for you?" She whispered it, but her incredulity still came through. "I didn't-- don't feel anything for him, Baby."

"I think I know that." He tried to smile, but it just made him look more sad. 

She caught his face between her hands and kissed him. Kissed him over and over. "There's no room for anyone but you." 

"An experience like that changes the dynamics of relationships," he said when she released him. "And even if I could have gotten over my feelings, and gotten past the awkward moments, there would still be that matter of whether we allowed it to happen again, if we let him keep watching, if we let him just come and go at will. Far too complicated."

She nodded. "We'd have had to make rules."

"Right, and we'd have had to consider his feelings while making them, which would personalize him."

"And he wouldn't, couldn't be just a cock," she finished.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sun filtering through the picture window, watching the horses grazing in the short wet grass.

"Would you do it again?" she asked.

He didn't hesitate. "Fuck yeah. I think that's the hottest thing I've ever experienced, seeing you like that. You?"

"Yes. I think so. Under the right circumstances."

"As in?"

She shrugged. "I just always need to feel you there. It has to be about you and me. I'm not a whore, Elliot."

He grabbed her close, "Annie!"

She twisted and met his eyes. "I'm not!"

"God, who said you were? Do you think I see you any differently?"

When she tried to look away, he caught her face and made her look at him. "Do you think I see you differently?" he repeated, carefully and quietly enunciating each word.

"Maybe. I loved the way it felt."

He let her face go and pulled her against him again, so tightly she had a hard time breathing. "You were supposed to love the way it felt. That was the whole point. That was our purpose, mine and his, to give you the most pleasure you could possibly experience."

She stayed silent.

"Nothing has changed, Beautiful. Not between you and me. Your happiness is all I care about."

She still wondered vaguely in the back of her mind how he could not see her differently, but she believed him. She always believed him, because he always spoke the truth. "Thank you, Baby," she finally whispered.

They sat for awhile longer while the sun climbed in the sky. He never loosened his hold on her. She thought if they stayed like this for the rest of their lives, resting in the clutch of their love for one another, life would be pretty close to perfect.

"I have a lot of work to do, since it's just me today," she finally said. 

He squeezed her. "I'll give you a hand, Beautiful. And when we're done, we can ride into town and put in a help-wanted."



The Third Apprentice



The Third Apprentice

This is a Halloween story set in medieval times. It is heterosexual erotic horror, and it is illustrated.

Here are the disclaimers: No one under the age of 18 is depicted. Themes include strong non-consent, age differences, big breasts, lactation, and mind control. It is historically inaccurate and un-researched.

As a final warning, some characters die. Some deserve it though, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

One foggy morn in the small village of Calico, a large house abruptly appeared without a sound.

The curious villagers soon gathered around the house, a two story manor. Standing outside with a proud smile to greet the stunned townspeople was a middle-aged mustachioed man wearing the heavily embroidered robes of a Grand Magus.

His name was Tubin, and he was looking forward to the quiet life after many harrowing adventures. Although he had faced many foes in combat and bested others in intrigue, his exploits were rather unknown to the people of Calico. This suited Tubin well, as he had no need for fame in his daily life. He expected a little commotion when he magically moved his house, but he trusted that the two-days notice he gave the mayor would smooth things over.

However, he was wrong. Mayor Stephen had announced nothing, and the people were shocked to find the large but cozy-looking mansion simply appear where there had been an impassable thicket for as long as anybody could remember.

Looking at the crowd gather in apprehension, he smiled reassuringly. He quickly noted that this seemed to have no effect.

Tubin disappeared in a flash, appearing at the Mayor's door. He gave it a knock and was soon given an audience.

"Good sir, it appears that the townspeople are quite surprised at my arrival. Did you not tell them I would be bringing my house here?"

Mayor Stephen was older, gaunt and balding, but he had a keen sense of assertiveness.

"Tell them? No. What would you have me do, go around telling people that a house would appear on Tuesday? I'd be laughed at."

"They wouldn't be laughing now."

"Fair enough. Look, most people from Calico go generations back. We're a close knit bunch. What you need is more than a wave of the wand can bring."

Tubin raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

"Seriously. The townspeople aren't dumb, they work hard their whole lives and know the difference between trifles and tribulations. I suggest you find a way to invest some time in the townspeople here, then they'll grow more accepting. I have just the thing, too."

Soon after, Mayor Stephen announced that Tubin would train a new apprentice in magic every four years. This news, while received with misgivings by some, was still exciting. The prospect of having one of their own youths helping around town or on the farm using magic seemed too good to pass up. They were somewhat less enthusiastic to learn that a baron's heir from another town far away was selected to be the first apprentice.

Many of the villagers viewed magic with suspicion even before Tubin moved to Calico. They had heard many tales in which magic was the catalytic ingredient to strange follies, especially where novice wizards were involved. It seemed likely that Calico would suffer at least a few trivial mishaps, or worse, thanks to magic. Little did they know that they would come to wish they had chased Tubin and his house from their midst.

It all began while the first apprentice was in Calico to study under the magus. The infamous Finneus of Worm was how he came to be known. He had blue eyes and almost elvish facial features, and was a bit on the skinny side. His family held a barony in Worm. They paid Tubin handsomely to have their son trained as a Magus, and the young man was an excellent student.

However, during his studies Finneus took a fancy to several of the girls in Calico village. He impressed them with magic, then wooed them with promises of true love. Each of the maidens, being a little too trusting and far too confident in their own charms, believed they were special to him. One by one, Finneus' conquests became pregnant.

As soon as he found out, he spurned them. The young maidens bore their illegitimate children in quiet shame, five babies in all.

The girls' families helped with the burden of raising the children. Mayor Stephen and Father Angelo also asked for donations on their behalf. The town debated the matter, but sympathy for the mothers won out by a wide margin, especially since the few wealthiest farmers who would provide most of the goods were vastly outnumbered.

Then tragedy struck. On the way to pick up a bottle of Farmer Bixby's fresh milk during a storm, one of the mothers was swept away in a mudslide. The villagers once more asked Finneus to care for his son, his own flesh and blood, but he said he had nothing to do with the child.

A few months later, another unwed mother disappeared, leaving a total of two of the children motherless. Both infants were boys. Finneus refused to even acknowledge these half brothers as his sons, and they remained in the care of their mourning aunts and uncles.

The bitter tidings spread as people talked about it at Calico's church. Father Angelo strove to supplant the many rumors, without leveling judgment on the girls. As Mayor Stephen, a widower, was known to be personally involved with assisting these mothers from time to time, disparaging rumors sometimes sprouted. The townsfolk also complained of the unwelcome Magus.

Father Angelo addressed these matters in church. With high dudgeon, his sermons assailed the scoundrel of a man, as he called him, the culprit of it all, Finneus, while sidestepping the issue of Tubin altogether. At the end of each sermon, the aging and balding pastor would appeal to the congregation's sense of charity and justice. Only their Maker could judge matters of sins and fornication, he would say. Father Angelo exhorted them to find it in their hearts to love and care for those poor unwed mothers, even if no outward gifts were given to the girls. The people filled the collection bowls with generosity, and Father Angelo saw to it that the assistance was distributed as needed. Naturally, some funds went to a few necessary repairs to the chapel.

Father Angelo spoke of the matter on several occasions. He eventually came to tell the people that if blame was to be laid, then it belonged at the feet of Finneus, whose wretchedness knew no limits. Finneus of Worm had taken advantage of each girl, and absolved himself of all responsibility. The townspeople found it unforgivable.

Magus Tubin warned his pupil time and again that he was not to engage in any type of immoral behavior, but before the truth about Finneus's filandering ways got out, nothing could keep the charming prestidigitator from oozing his way to girl's hearts.

When a torch-bearing mob appeared in front of Tubin's manor, he swore with fury. It violated the Oath of the Order for a master to cast spells on an apprentice. Tubin was at wits end, however. He cast spells on the entire town to ensure that Finneus would never have another illicit tryst in Calico. Thereafter, whenever Finneus left the house, the winds followed him. They spread a chill in the air, and they moaned and wailed in a warning that he had come. Ghastly voices croaked that death was nigh. No blankets could shield his body unless it was in his bedroom. It was enough to spoil the mood, certainly for Finneus, and so he remained in Tubin's estate.

Furthermore, to ward away the townsfolk, Tubin wove abjurations through the grounds of his estate that warned trespassers not to enter. The steps wobbled and wailed. The porch screamed murder when tread upon. It was harmless, but quite unnerving. Ultimately, none of the righteously indignant townsfolk of Calico summoned up the nerve to invade the home of the Magus. Nevertheless, they wished that among them was someone who had the power to deliver some vigilante justice to the sequestered apprentice. No such person appeared.

After three years of training, Finneus the Apprentice was ready for the trials. He left in the twilight of early dawn, whipped by cold, moaning winds all the way to the last farm before the edge of the wood.

Tubin had exerted tremendous magical energy to make the magic permanent, and there seemed no reason to undo the magic once Finneus was gone. He doubted, however, that Finneus would ever show his face in Calico again.

Tubin later hired the town crier to announce that Finneus had gone, and a new apprentice would be chosen in a year's time. The villagers hoped that the next apprentice would keep to himself. Indeed, they talked about it openly. As the day approached when Tubin would select the second apprentice, the leading farmers banded together, and hired the crier to announce that the popular demand of the village was for the Magus to select a very moral young man.

In response, Magus Tubin declared in no uncertain terms that his choice was nobody's business but his own. He added that if anyone wanted to know why, it was because that's just the way it was.

The people of Calico were indignant. That Sunday, nearly all of them came to congregate at the church. As it turned out, there was not quite enough room in the church for them to convene. They moved their meeting to the hillside meadow next to the graveyard. There, Father Angelo and several others gave fiery speeches about propriety and magic, and the future of Calico.

After the meeting, many voiced the opinion that it was the women of Calico who needed to think twice, especially about apprentices. However, a vocal group insisted that Tubin should pick a female apprentice, that she could not impregnate anyone but herself. Still others said that if he was to pick a young man, their favorite was a fellow named Edward, lauded for his unwavering adherence to moral principles.

Mayor Stephen related all these tidings to the magus.

"I'm not sure if apprenticeship was the best idea, after all," Stephen conceded.

"No, I think it was a grand idea. Finneus was the problem. I must tell you now though, that I am not taking a girl as an apprentice. No way. There's not room under my roof for one, and --"

"And what?"

"You know. Women, I mean, they're not the same as men but, they can't be trusted."

"I see, I think."

"What about this Edward. Good chap?"

"An excellent choice for an apprentice. The town loves him."

Tubin sighed. "We need a good apprentice. A moral man. Can you vouch for his character?"

"Absolutely," Stephen said. "Shall I announce it?"

"I'll go too. Look, I am not going to apologize, understand? I might throw up a barrier in case someone throws an egg though."

Edward came to stay at the wizard's manor. He was bright and quickly learned his first cantrip. Three days later, the second apprentice was found in bed with Aster, one of Farmer Holland's lovely daughters. Up until that night, Holland had no idea that his daughter had made acquaintance with the somewhat older boy. Holland, one of the vocal supporters of Edward, did not hesitate. He put a sickle in the boy's neck.

Aster's virginity had been saved at the last moment, but for the rest of her life she would see the slaying of her would be first lover each time she closed her eyes to sleep.

When Holland spoke about the incident at church the next morning, Edward's parents were stricken with grief. Yet not a soul expressed sympathy for the slain young man. Certainly no one would have described Edward's death as a murder. It would be years before Edward's family had outlived the scorn their favored son ultimately earned them.

The people clamored for another apprentice, and again they suggested he find a female. Tubin had never been to a town where women had such loose morals, but the people of Calico only saw a pattern as far as apprentices were concerned. Tubin strongly felt that women were prone to their own sort of deviousness. He just wasn't sure what that was; that unpredictability vexed him deeply.

He should have followed his instincts.

Failed relationships in the past had taught him that women were ruled by a different sort of logic than his own. Ultimately, he came to believe that they were indeed the lesser sex. While he was concerned about placing magical powers in the hands of such a disqualified individual, he worried that another fiasco with a male apprentice would ruin his reputation forever and cause him to wear out his welcome in Calico. Thus, roughly one year after the affair with Edward and Farmer Holland's daughter, Master Tubin announced he would take a female apprentice.

Male applicants still showed up from far and wide. Tubin hoped he would find one girl from Calico who had some magical aptitude. He found a whimsical loner named Gwen Grainger.

Although Gwen was perhaps the only girl in town with the requisite intelligence for magic, Tubin quickly came to realize that he had overestimated her real aptitude. Within weeks of starting, she lost interest in the memorization of incantations. She didn't expend the effort necessary for the proper enunciation of accents.

Deep inside, Gwen believed there was a way to bypass all the arcana while still tapping into the powers of wizardry. She was partially right. Warlocks and witches practiced another form of magic based on charms and material components, which involved much less memorization. Sorcerers possessed a rare talent that required no learning or memorization whatsoever. However, Tubin taught wizardry, a form of magic that relied heavily on tomes, quills, and expensive inks. The reality of the challenges involved frustrated Gwen.

Gwen had no way of comparing her progress to others, and she would have been dismayed to hear that she was a poor student. Tubin wanted her to remain confident. Confidence was vital to the study of all magic. Thus Tubin remained protective of her feelings, and never told her that her struggle to learn was out of the ordinary.

The Magus was only human, and he had to admire how beautiful she was. He came to look forward to the times he spent in her presence. He sometimes worried that she might think that he chose her for her looks. Tubin did his best to establish a rapport with her that worked with Finneus. Gwen was an entirely different person, though, and her slow progress meant that he had to adjust his approach. He tried to get to know her better, but she seemed reluctant to talk about the things she liked to do in her past. He wanted to know her as a whole person, yet more and more in his eyes she seemed a vulnerable young woman of surpassing beauty.



Her looks had certainly made the decision easier. Still, she was thin as a rail at the time, with jet black curly hair she let down to her shoulder blades. Tubin felt she was pleasant enough to be around and look upon. However, after feasting nightly on his magically created dinners, the waif had developed a rather appealing curvature to her backside and thighs. Her figure became impossible to ignore, whenever she walked away his eyes followed as if tethered. When she faced him, he was spellbound by her green eyes, hers were so especially big and bright. Her lashes were long and heavy, her perfect cheeks full and smooth. Tubin couldn't help but sneak admiring glances at her sultry expression as she sat beside him, reading magic.

He told himself from the outset that he would not involve himself romantically with Gwen for any reason. The Order was strict on these matters. But, Tubin also had experience as a guide. He had his trysts with exotic feminine creatures from both the faerie and demon worlds, and failed dealings with human women in his past. He had no desire to go through it all again.

When he felt temptation grow too strong, he quietly left the manor to spend the night with his nymph companions. They frolicked through the night, and Tubin would be lucky to return by noon with any clothes at all still on his body.

Even with this occasional diversion, Tubin could not stop admiring Gwen. She seemed to be getting more beautiful with each hour that passed, and even the nymphs seemed a poor substitute for a human girl. Tubin was soon at his wits end, fantasizing about her at night, dreaming of her, waking up wanting her so badly it hurt.

Gwen soon noticed the way he was looking at her. She felt attracted to him as well, although for different reasons. He was 42, she was just 24, but he was still in many ways youthful. He was trim in his gut and had a handsome cut to his jaw. She rather liked that he had foregone the bearded wizard look for a simple mustache, which was a dark red despite his mousy brown hair. More importantly to a young peasant girl with good looks, Tubin was wealthy and wielded powerful magics. With him, she knew she would be well cared for, always, even if she never learned magic well enough herself. Thus, she set her sights on seducing the master, and patiently sought ways to ingratiate herself with him.

After Finneus, Tubin had decided that his apprentice needed to perform chores. These she dutifully performed, and the work seemed to lift her spirits at times. Other chores were handled by means of Tubin's housekeeping magic. When Gwen asked why some chores were hers to do by hand, Tubin would reply that it would motivate her to master the proper magic spells. Still, it was difficult for her to imagine how she could ever cast a spell to command the dishes to wash themselves. Yet that was what Tubin assured her she would soon be able to do.

One day, he walked past her in the stairwell. She was on her hands and knees, polishing the richly stained wooden banisters. Her wild black hair was tied back to keep it out of the way.

"Gwen, I don't recall asking you to polish the banisters."

Gwen sat up on her haunches and looked up at Tubin. Slowly, she stood, rather close to him, but she did not step back.

"I know you didn't, but I did it anyway."

"Gwen, you don't have to slave away. I can polish the banisters with magic."

"Well, they needed polishing. It makes me happy to keep our home as beautiful as possible."

"Is that so?" Tubin asked, the words "our home" warming his blood a few degrees.

"If there is anything I can do for you, Master, just tell me and I will," she replied, her eyelashes aflutter as they gazed into his eyes. His eyes were drawn down, however, to her blouse, which was really only a lacy white halter top with a dipping neckline. She leaned so close it seemed her chest might touch his.

"Well, you are my apprentice, and there's lot's of work to be done here before your studies."

"Master Tubin?" she said, interrupting what he was about to say. "Anything you desire." She brushed a few errant bangs from her lovely face. Her jaw was delicate, her lips could have been sculpted from rose petals. Her halter top pushed her petite breasts up and together, enough to give a hint of cleavage.

Tubin looked at her and then cast his gaze to the banister, unsure of what to say.

She had been living with the man but that was all. Sometimes, it was not enough. She was convinced that it was time for them to move beyond the platonic lie. She was ready for him to take her, to enjoy and consume her. His pleasure would be her pleasure. She sometimes got wet just thinking about it. 

"Tonight, when I come to your study for my next lesson, think about what I said."

If the proposition was not clearly stated, her tone of voice left no question in Tubin's mind. With that, Gwen performed her customary curtsy to the master.

Tubin moved on, saying nothing. His blood was on fire with desire he dare not confess to. Although it was wrong for him to allow his student to seduce him, he wanted it, badly. What was worse, her skill in magic was not improving and she was far behind schedule. He began to believe he would rue the day he let Calico bully him into taking a female apprentice.




The Third Apprentice



That night, she arrived wearing another halter-top, this one was crimson satin with white lace trim. Although her top was long in the front, it exposed much of her lower back. She let her hair down, the black curls and tendrils like midnight against her smooth, pale skin.

She fidgeted under his gaze, looking shyly at a corner on the floor. Then she lifted her eyes to his.

"I'm here for my magic lesson." The words came from her lips, but Tubin's eyes told him something different. Her lovely face was doubly inviting with her hair down, and she never came to magic lessons with half so much exposed skin.

The sexual tension was unlike any other evening she spent under his tutelage. The Magus himself fumbled with his incantations in the cloying presence of her ripe allure. He stuttered, he looked at her chest, he even flubbed a cantrip the first time he demonstrated it, although she didn't seem to notice. He expected little to come of his teaching efforts that evening. Instead she pulled off the cantrip on the third try.

She squealed with glee, pulled him into a close embrace, and then she quite deliberately kissed him on his mustachioed lips.

Her one kiss was returned by a tentative, gentle kiss from the magus. Her lips, red as rose, opened to his. His tongue boldly sought hers, and she offered it. She leaned into his arms and he embraced her, kissing her harder. She ignored his ticklish mustache, and pressed her body against his with animal lust. 

The two of them were alone together, they were certainly not strangers. What they chose to do in his house could easily remain their intimate secret. Tubin was eager to indulge in the pleasures that had tempted him for so long. He wanted Gwen naked in his arms, captivated by the pleasure of their sexes joining and crashing together. 

Gwen was eager to pleasure her master. She could tell by the way that he kissed that he was hard. She reached down to feel his bulge, found it hard and well proportioned. She wanted to hold it, to play with it for as long as he wanted. She was getting wet just thinking about having his dick all to herself. She inserted her hand into the part of his robes, reaching down to his stomach and waist to undo his belts and buttons. Soon he was down to nothing but a shirt. When she saw his staff for the first time, she was pleased to see it was long, thick, and had a pleasant curve with a fat helmet. With delight in her eyes, she moved to go down on him. Her hungry lips formed an "O" as she leaned forward, but Tubin pulled her back onto her chair. He tore her clothes off violently.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she protested.

"Don't worry, I can mend your clothes with magic," he gruffly panted.

"I know but, you should have asked me. I need to keep some sort of sense of control. Please?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just want to be able to say stop when you're going too far."

"Too far?" Tubin thought it worrisome. Gwen was no virgin and he was certainly beyond playing those games. Was Gwen all beauty but a clumsy lover? Tubin sighed inwardly, he knew that at this point he would give his right eye to find out. "I thought you said anything I desire."

"In time," Gwen said, dropping to her knees in front of him. "For tonight, let me do this." Before he could react, she started licking and stroking his manhood. She encircled the base of his shaft with one hand, gripping and pulling his tip closer to her pouty red lips. Then she slurped his meat into her mouth.

Tubin let out a long moan as her warm lips took more of his shaft inside. Her mouth was wet and her touch irresistible. Looking down at her pretty face, he felt elated to see her opening wide for his throbbing pole. It was a fantasy he dared not express, yet there she was, worshiping him with her mouth.

He had always thought village girls were generally passive, but Gwen seemed to know what to do with his dick and she wasn't shy about it. At first she focused on his tip, swirling her tongue around his sensitive crown and then screwing her mouth down as much of his meat as she could take. Gradually she took him in deeper and slurped on his cock with everything she had. Her drool swung from his pole in long strings, falling on her breasts, the floor, everywhere. The saliva felt amazing as it cooled his shaft and then dripped off of her hand.

That hand. She kept it wrapped around his root, moving it in time. When he closed his eyes, it felt like her hand and mouth were one, and she was taking him in completely. She used her tongue on the underside of his tip, pressing against it as she bobbed. She fell into a rhythm and before long he felt like he was about to explode in her mouth.



"Too much, Gwen, I'm not going to be able to stop!"

She slowed down, twisting her head to look up at him. Even with his cock in her mouth, it was clear that she was smiling.

"Let's go to my bed," he said. Gwen didn't budge or miss a beat. She sucked with an even tempo, forcing Tubin to let out a groan of pleasure as he fought off impending ecstasy. He gasped and grabbed her head with both hands to stop her, then slowly pulled her off.

"Come on, you're going to make me a selfish lover. It's your turn now."

"Tonight's not safe for me," she said."I might get pregnant."

Tubin was certain he recalled Gwen saying 'anything you want.' Still, he didn't spoil the moment with any more argument. He relented, and Gwen happily resumed her oral performance.

She helped him recline lengthwise on the bench, then started going faster. Tubin was soon groaning non-stop. Once he seemed unable to take any more, she took a breath. She then went slowly, sucking him ever so hard as she went, twisting her mouth around his twitching meat. Several times she brought him to the brink, only to release his cock completely from her mouth with a laugh and a gasp for air. Tubin realized that if nothing else, Gwen was demonstrating her cock sucking finesse. She licked under his glans with deliberate intensity, but backed off only to bring him agonizingly close to ecstasy. No human girl had ever read his body's responses with such precision. If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was a succubus. He was reminded of Roean, and while the two were entirely different, there were similarities, he had to admit.

Gwen was having the time of her life sucking Tubin's cock. She had plenty of experiences sucking cock but had never been so at ease with sucking one and keeping it on the brink of orgasm. She lapped up spurts of precum and found it sweet. She was so turned on it was hard for her to hold back.

At last, Gwen began bobbing on Tubin's dick without slowing down. She slurped him and sucked his saliva-slicked dick with determination, taking him into the back of her mouth each time. When his impending orgasm was inevitable, he grunted his only warning. He could tell she had every intent to bring him crashing over the brink.

At the last moment, she pulled her mouth off of his cock, her red lips making a popping sound as they released his dick. For a moment, Tubin thought she was going to try to forestall his orgasm again. Instead, she took one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked on him there while stroking him with her dainty fingers. It was already too much, and he felt his cock tense and convulse.

As soon as he began to climax, she pulled her lips from his throbbing nut sac and looked up at him, mouth open wide. She aimed his cock at her mouth as it shot a long milky stream of cum into her parted lips. The next jet quickly followed, and it formed a milky rope that crossed her cheek. She closed her mouth as a succession of spurts followed. These she let fly to one side, they landed in sticky ropes on her curly black hair.

Finding his load sweet, Gwen opened her mouth and gently sucked on his sensitive tip. Tubin groaned as he came soundly for what felt like a full minute. Gwen milked his saliva-coated rod slowly, coaxing every last drop of cum from his laden nut sac.

Tubin was utterly spent after that, and Gwen retired to her chambers to wash herself and sleep. That morning, Tubin awoke with an intense case of morning wood. He went to Gwen's chambers. She emerged from the door, and he kissed her squarely on the lips.

"Master Tubin, good morning," she said after their kiss. She reached down to feel his raging hard on through his night shirt.

"Oh master, you're hard." She dropped to her knees to blow him again.

Instead Tubin bodily lifted her and bent her over the banister of the hallway stairs. He lifted up her nightie enough to expose the curve of her glorious hips. He pressed the underside of his big dick against the cleft of her ass, pinning her to the banister.

"Hey!" she spun. "I told you, I'm not safe!"

She went back into her chambers and slammed the door.

Minutes later, she emerged and went looking for him. She found him in the kitchen.

"I want you to understand something," she said, fidgeting with her nightie. "I really don't want to get pregnant. We can't afford that risk."

"I know, you're absolutely right."

Gwen let her nightie drop to the floor. She was practically nude, wearing only a flimsy gauze skirt that hung low around her hips and was barely as long as her little finger.

He moved to embrace her but she held out her palm, gesturing for him to remain where he stood.

"I know I said anything you want, master, and we both want it. I have to know that you can control yourself." She paused, standing there naked. Tubin had to concentrate on not moving a muscle, because every fiber in his body wanted to take her right there on the kitchen counter.

"All that you see here will be yours alone. Here in the privacy of your estate, we will enjoy many intimacies, if it pleases you."

"Does it please you?"

"Very much so, it does."

"I mean, your not cumming."

"Is that what you brought your dick to me for, to make me cum?" she laughed. Her tone changed to sultry. "I would love to have your thick, meaty dick deep inside of me," she said, "But it's too risky." She turned, squeezing her pert buns for him, and then ran her hands up her sides. She was still putting on a show.

"You can have anything you want, just not my pussy. Not now, anyway."

"How about I at least, you know, lick you down there? That's what I had intended to do the night before."

"You would have done that?"

"I will right now! That is, if you just let me."

Gwen made a thoughtful face, touching her bottom lip with her index finger. She pulled her lip down as she cocked her head and looked up at the ceiling.

"It's the least I could do after last night," Tubin added.

"I was amazing, wasn't I?" Gwen smiled and looked directly into Tubin's eyes. "I would enjoy that, later. It's too early in the morning."

Tubin's shoulders slumped, ever so imperceptibly. Gwen moved closer to him.

"Later, okay?" She gave him a peck on the cheek and then turned and bumped his hip with her shapely, nearly nude posterior, as if that might shoo him away.

Over the next few weeks, Gwen teased and played with Tubin. She wore leggy outfits but deflected his hands when he reached out to touch her sexy thighs. She played hard to get, and rejected his affections marcilessly, except for moments of her choosing. For a while, she held the wizard in the palm of her hand.

Sometimes she was coy, other times she could be cruel. She used her long legs and ass to tease him with glimpses of her feminine shapeliness, then wielded his insecurity about his age against him like an invisible whip.

She rejected any gifts of value, any baubles or jewels. Instead she insisted that all she desired was more magical power, if Tubin could teach her.

The encounters came without warning. She would look into his eyes, and he would know. When she was in one of her moods, everything else stopped.

She hushed him throughout these sexual interludes, hardly ever saying a word. She might spread her legs for him on the stairs or on the table, and let him eat her out, but she stopped him when he wanted to do more. She might sit beside his bath tub, and pull up the hem of her long skirt little by little until there was nothing left to hide. Then she would and lean over to give him a hand job underwater, but he was not allowed to touch her. In some cases she just tantalized him by removing her blouse and brassiere and let him gaze for a while upon her pert breasts and tight pink nipples so erect and upturned.

He learned that each session might last a minute or an hour, but that she would only offer him one thing. Often this left him painfully frustrated. Despite all this, the Grand Magus acted as the willing pawn in her manipulative games. She was real, a village girl of surpassing beauty, offering intimacies that challenged him. Her teasing evoked a level of desire he had not known. It excited him to have a woman in such command of her sexuality.

He craved her touch every minute of the day. Her hands were a gut-wrenching delight, her mouth was heavenly paradise. The pleasure only intensified when he felt undeserving. He always felt that way when she made him shoot in her mouth or all over her face and chest, but she was always in control. Afterward, he never knew how many hours would pass before the next touch.

Gwen knew she might never have a chance to play these games with Tubin again. At some point, he would realize that she was just as infatuated with him as he was with her. She found it increasingly difficult to go without his cock even for one day. She wanted him morning, noon and night, but each time they touched she maintained the act.

Gwen found Tubin's dick addictive. It seemed to be one of his best features. Tubin was always ready to become rock hard, even ten minutes after a big orgasm, he was like new. His above average girth and length were very appealing to her as well. Sometimes before taking him into her mouth, she would just stroke him with her fingertips and look upon his big meat as he flexed it for her. She imagined how good it would feel being filled up over and over again by the cock she loved to suck and stroke so much. Alone in bed at night, she writhed and twisted and rubbed her wet pussy folds with unsatisfied lust. She knew she needed more, a lot more, for she was only frustrating herself.

Tubin suspect she was becoming obsessed with his cock. It had been subtly enhanced by fleshcraft. That was but a bone from one of the skeletons in his closet. He hoped Gwen never discovered the extent of his dark secrets.

One secret he kept was that he knew where to find a trio of sex-obsessed forest nymphs. He had encountered them as a young mage traveling through Calico's forests. They complained to him and his friends that a coven of witches that had moved into the area, poisoning the forest stream with the waste from their cauldrons. He and his friends put an end to the coven quickly. Later, the nymphs showed Tubin and his friends a night of hedonism and decadence.

His friends had forgotten it all as a result of imbibing the feywine the nymphs offered. No sooner had the wine passed their lips that the party quickly turned into an orgy, their cocks stayed hard all night and the fuckung seemed endless. Although Tubin also drank the wine, he somehow managed to keep his memories. His friends suffered a year's worth of memory loss.

The real reason Tubin came to Calico was to more readily visit the nymphs for no-strings, all-night, mind-blowing sex. He could overlook their ditzy, illogical personalities, for that was the nature of fey creatures. They were immortal, and so was their gratitude. They always begged and pleaded for him to return soon. When he visited them, they behaved and spoke as if he had been gone for a lifetime, with every passing hour filled with longing for his return.

The nymphs rubbed salves and ointments on his cock that kept him hard and made him cum hard. They poured wine onto their lithe bodies and bade him drink. Each time he risked memory loss, but he was too caught up to care. Their orgies were almost spiritual. It always took him all night to satisfy their ravenous sexual appetites. They wanted every hole stuffed with his meat and then filled to overflowing with cum. Tubin had been certain that he had planned for a very satisfying retirement. It was for this very reason that he was content to remain a bachelor.

However, he stopped visiting the nymphs when Gwen became his lover. Unlike the nymphs, Gwen had a more stable and realistic disposition. Tubin came to weary of the frantic mindset of the nymphs. Their wine was not meant for mortals. Indeed, he had lost a year's memory more than once. He kept a journal for this reason.

As the courtship continued, Tubin made every effort to keep Gwen happy. She wanted to learn more about magic. He taught her as though inspired. Gradually, her skills finally began to show improvement. Tubin also shared things about himself with Gwen, although he never discussed his previous lovers. Instead he showed her how his library was organized, pointing out that he had a section on witchcraft even though he himself never touched that sort of magic. When Gwen showed interest, he explained that he only learned about witchcraft to better prepare to face his enemies.

"Not a single witch or warlock is to be trusted. Their magic is evil and offensive to nature. Where they live, meadows turn foul, forests downstream turn into bogs. They are vermin, to be destroyed." he explained to her. It only left more questions in the apprentice's mind.

He also explained to her about many of his battle trophies, including a collection of skulls. The skulls were of all matter of beast and man. He even had the skull of an adult dragon. He explained how he used a combination of spells to defeat certain chromatic dragons, and even more powerful opponents, like warlocks and their demonic allies.

Gwen enjoyed this sharing of knowledge immensely, and she respected Tubin, who had always seemed as more of a bookish magus than an adventurer. She told herself that the man was worthy of her in every way, but the truth was she could not spend another night touching herself with Tubin in another room under the same roof. She climbed the spiral staircase to his bedroom and let herself in.

When she entered his tower bedroom unexpectedly, however, she found it cluttered with books and strange artifacts. They were piled on dressers and filled the shelves that ringed the entire room. Among the décor was a portrait of a red-haired woman who was very scantily clad and resting quite provocatively on a chaise lounge.

She looked at the woman's face, very beautiful yet unique. The portrait depicted a face with a sensuous gaze and a playful personality. It seemed to leap out of the canvas. Her bust was considerably greater than Gwen's, although their figures were otherwise similar.

"Who is that?" Gwen asked.

"Oh, no one. Just a painting."

"You managed to find space for her in your cluttered bedroom, she has to be someone," she argued.

"Exactly, it's cluttered. There's a lot of stuff here right now, and to be honest some of it is insignificant and I really should do something about it. I had not expected you."

Gwen admired the painting a few moments longer. She envied the subject's large, fleshy globes that were ballooning out as she crushed them against the cushions.

"Do you like big breasts like that?"

"Well, they are, uh, they have their own merits," Tubin stammered.

"I like them too," Gwen said. "Wish I had more than just my tiny little titties."

"Yours are perfect just the way they are."

Gwen was quiet for a moment. She had no doubt that big breasts were one of Tubin's biggest turn-ons, but she was relatively flat. She envied the girl in the painting, and felt inadequate to one of his needs. She wanted to be everything to Tubin, and the thought of having shortcomings in his eyes weighed on her suddenly. She blinked back some tears, and looked away.




The Third Apprentice



"Gwen?"

"I-I'm fine. I thought I might sleep here tonight." She said it quietly, still looking away, letting her hair hide her face.

"Here, with me?"

"I should be safe," she said. As she regained her composure, she wiped back her tears and turned to him once more.

"Let me just clean up," he said, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to cast a spell. "Two minutes."

"No, I don't want to disturb your room. How about you come to my bedroom instead?" Gwen suggested, wrapping her arms around Tubin's neck and leaning on him.

He placed his hands on her hips and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Really?"

She looked into his eyes and gave him a slow nod.

"Right behind you, my lady." Tubin beamed. They scampered and hopped down the hall, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor. In moments they were on her plush, four-post canopied bed.

She got on top of him and straddled his hips, whimpering with joy as his cock split her open. She rode him slowly at first. When his cock made her cry out in ecstasy, he thrust up deeper into her. She leaned forward and wailed for him to go harder, even as she started to climax.

He thrust faster, the whole bed bouncing as he took her hard and deep. The spasms from her orgasm caused her to buck and squirm, but he held her fast. Then he rolled over on top of her and she lay on her stomach. He took in the view of her perfect back and ass as he entered her from behind. Then he put his weight on top of her and started thrusting into her tight sex again. She came and came and came until she was screaming out of breath.

She had never come so hard or so many times from a cock, and she almost couldn't believe it. She had once mocked his dick, thinking he either didn't know how to use it or didn't have the stamina. Now she was in awe of it. When she heard Tubin warn that he was cumming, she almost screamed for him not to pull out. He thrust harder and faster, pistoning as his cock filled her with his hot, gooey load. Her insides seemed to twist and she came so hard, tears came to her eyes.

After that, Gwen finally began to allow their lovemaking to become somewhat more habitual, and Tubin courted her with less and less effort. Gwen's bedroom became their usual place for sex. Tubin conjured a few mirrors to help enhance the ambiance of her boudoir, not that it mattered to Gwen. She had ended her first game, it was a relief for her to be able to let some of her defenses down.

One question that Tubin had always asked was how she learned to take control. She finally confided in him that in the past, she had been fast and loose with a handful of lovers. She had fucked them in every way imaginable, sometimes all five of them at once. As they each shared her, they came to agree that she would dictate everything. She told each of them what they could and could not do. Anal sex was something she had come to enjoy during this time, she explained, hinting that she was still interested. Indeed, Gwen was impatiently waiting for the time that Tubin would ask her.

Tubin acted as though he was above such deviancy, without saying it in so many words. This became a game for her as well. She refused to simply ask for him to play with her ass. He never made a move for her butt, although he often squeezed her pert ass cheeks. Some nights she claimed she was not safe, hoping he would bring up her other option. He did not.

Gwen had confessed to having been gangbanged, but she also explained that the men were no strangers. She was able to trust each of them when they made a promise to always pull out unless instructed otherwise.

'The Rule' had been a pact among the six of them. Gwen felt it was important enough to explain to Tubin, but she didn't delve into other details about the men of her past or all the ways she had been fucked. Now that she was with Tubin, she was convinced that she was destined to settle into a committed, long term relationship.

One night, she told him just that. By that time, Tubin had come to realize that their relationship was growing into something out of his control. The girl was in his arms every morning and night, creaming all over his cock, tears of passion in her eyes. This wasn't just casual sex anymore, and perhaps it never was to begin with. He was no longer a bachelor, and it was far, far too late to go back.

Confessions of love were yet to be heard from Gwen's lips. Tubin, for his part, tried to take the initiative at one point.

"Gwen, I can see us together for a long, long time," he said, as their nude bodies were intertwined on her bed. He kissed her soft lips. "Tell me if you feel the same way, because I think I could love you for the rest of my life."

"If? Don't attach conditions to something and call it love." It was all she said, but he never dared speak of it again. There were things in his past that were holding him back from love, and he didn't want to raise any doubts in her mind. He wanted to be a better man for her.

It was a happy time for Tubin, and Gwen as well. She could no longer dictate the terms of their sexual encounters, but she trusted him to pull out if she wasn't safe. She continued to surprise him with new requests and secret fantasies. He took an active part, although he never teleported her to places she longed to see like Paris and so forth. Instead, they enjoyed time they shared inside his house, fucking everywhere, on the stairs, in the wine cellar, in every room but Tubin's.

When it came to magic, his student was very curious about a great many things. There were some magics, however, that no young apprentice is ready for.

One morning, Tubin woke early with a case of morning wood. He decided to see if Gwen was in a receptive mood. As soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, he found that she was already up as well. She was in his study, reading a tome of magical spells.

"Good morning, Gwen," said Tubin. "How are you?"

"Well," she responded, hurriedly turning about a thick ream of pages back from the spell she had been reading. "Good morning."

She was dressed in her robes, blue satin that clung to her slender waist and chest. A slit on the side came within inches of her waist, and he noted that today she was wearing sheer stockings with a lacy white top band. She was fond of lingerie, particularly leggings, and he gave her lots of it. She wore it around the house all the time.

"Studying so early?" he had asked, coming up behind her and running his hands along her sides, then up her front.

"Yes, I'm studying," she said.

"What spell?" Tubin asked, all but certain that she had just flipped to a random page. He realized she was reading from one of his advanced spell books. Not one of the spells in the book was within her reach as a novice. Some of them were terrible, and he had not given his lessons on them yet. This particular spellbook, however, also came with a description of the spell, which was written in plain English.

She looked down at the page and her jaw clenched. The spell on the page was for summoning insects. Gwen hated insects.

"Why don't you tell me what spell you really wanted to learn?" Tubin asked, hoping to lecture his student on one of the wonderful spells in the book.

She said nothing, and Tubin gestured. The pages flipped by themselves, returning to the last page she had been reading. It was fleshcraft.

"I wanted to make my breasts bigger," Gwen confessed.

"Gwen, you know fleshcraft is forbidden. It is dangerous magic."

"Other wizards have done it. You're a great wizard. Couldn't you perform the magic without the dangerous side effects?"

"Fleshcraft, ultimately, is the path to evil. You won't understand now."

"I do understand fleshcraft -- it involves a sacrifice, always something greater than what is gained. Couldn't we find -- " 

"Evil! I tell you, that magic is forbidden. You must turn your back on it."

"Who says that fleshcraft is evil?" 

"Gwen," Tubin sighed heavily, shaking his head. "The Order of Magi lists it as an evil spell, forbidden."

"But you told me there are only three spells that are forbidden."

"Well, so I did. What are those spells, Gwen?"

"Familiar, Skull Charm, and Animate Dead," she replied.

"Very good. Those are spells that are forbidden to an apprentice, because they are low-powered enough for an apprentice to handle. Fleshcraft requires much greater stores of magical energy than any apprentice can muster. You see Gwen, magic is rife with evil spells that the Order steers its members away from, and for good reason. A Magus who begins casting evil magic will soon find that the path of evil is the only one that stretches before his feet."

"That's just a saying."

"I have seen it happen to too many of my good friends," Tubin said solemnly.

"Well okay," shrugged Gwen. "I do trust your judgment. I just thought it would have been nice for us both."

"You're beautiful just the way you are. Let us keep it pure and natural."

"Master?"

"Yes Gwen?"

"Can I summon a familiar after the trials?"

"Let's worry about getting you there first."

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled.

A familiar is a wizard's special pet. It takes the form of a small animal such as an owl or ferret, of keen intelligence, for its species at least. Casting the spell forms a bond that lasts until one of the two dies. The familiar has a telepathic link with the master whenever it is near enough. It also increases a wizard's magic reserves, and by a dramatic amount for fledgling wizards.

Having a familiar poses a danger, however. Should the creature be killed, the wizard suffers pain and possibly is at risk of death as well. Many young mages wishing for extra firepower have taken on familiars, and paid the price when their familiars were targeted and dispatched. While many mages of the Order had familiars, it was forbidden for an apprentice to call one before the trials.

The other two spells were spells that were used on the dead, and thus suitable only for evil wizards. Skull charm allows wizards to commune with a skull's former owner, possibly turning the skull into a type of undead familiar. Animate dead can allow even a fledgling wizard to bring a corpse to life as a skeleton or zombie.

Fleshcraft falls under the category of evil magic as well. Unlike polymorph spells and enlarge spells, that affected an entire person dramatically, Fleshcraft is designed to modify a person's anatomy in minute detail. Fleshcraft could make specific changes to the shape of a person or even simply alter certain aspects of the body chemistry. Furthermore, these changes were permanent. No other wizard spell was quite like it.

As she entered her second year of training, Gwen's pace of learning began to improve, as did her magical ability. She began to learn spells that she once insisted would be impossible for her to memorize. As she progressed, however, she grew more and more curious about witchcraft. Tubin repeatedly scolded her for browsing his witchcraft library, particularly one book meant for beginning witches.

One time, he noticed the book was missing from the shelf. Gwen was in her bedroom. He barged in to find her reading the book and practicing a witch's cantrip.

"Gwen, I am so disappointed. This is not the magic you were brought here to learn!" Gwen, frightened, dropped the book on the ground.

"I know it is tempting, the path of evil is sometimes easier. By hiding this from me though, you have intentionally deceived me. You've broken our trust, Gwen!" His look was pained.

"I-I didn't realize it was so serious, I just--"

"It IS serious! This is life and death, Gwen! I'm afraid I must end your apprenticeship. Go now."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry and I promise never again to read about witchcraft!"

Tubin looked down, shaking his head slowly.

"Please! Please Tubin oh darling," she sobbed, "Don't do this, don't break my heart over a little curiosity!"

They fought and argued deep into the night. Gwen cried, and Tubin, well, he was moved to tears at times as well.

"Don't push me away now! I love you, Tubin! And I will love you still, after I leave, because my love is unconditional. Do you understand? Don't do this, you can't do this!"

Tubin had wanted to hear those words, and even if his heart was softened by them, he refused to allow his mind to be changed by his emotions. Witchcraft was serious, and the Order had ways of dealing with their own. He had no desire to forfeit their lives in search of a quick fix to the problem.

He forced Gwen to confess that she had been experimenting with witchcraft, rather than simply reading up on witches as she first claimed. Gwen swore an oath never to study witchcraft. All was forgiven, and they spent a few frenzied moments fucking like mad. Life went back to normal.

The next day, Tubin placed a permanent anti-magic field in Gwen's room. 

Gwen still had to watch out for her dark curiosity. One of Tubin's battle trophies fascinated Gwen. It was a human looking skull but with large black ram horns curling about the sides. Gwen wondered whose skull that had been and what they looked like. The jar was labeled "Roean." Gwen couldn't tell if it had belonged to a man with horns, or a woman. Perhaps a demon with green, scaly skin? She often wondered about it.

The night of their argument, Tubin had made it crystal clear that fascination towards artifacts of the past could be a sign of unhealthy, even dangerous energies still trapped inside of them. She didn't want Tubin to be disappointed in her, so she did her best to ignore the skull, and said nothing more of it. She told herself she was taking reasonable precautions, all the while gazing at the curling black horns more often than she realized.

She just made sure that Tubin never noticed.

Gwen was a busy student, and she had three priorities on her schedule. As always, she paid attention to her looks, keeping her clothes flattering and fitting, and applying makeup each day. Second, her studies, and third, Tubin. She had chores, but they could wait. She would do anything for her man, and sex with him was always, always on her mind. She asked him to tell her his most secret, intimate desires, so that she could consummate them right there on the spot.

"It's enough that I have you, my precious," Tubin might say. "Tell me one of your fantasies," was another reply he kept at the ready.

"I asked you first. Tell me something you want to do, and I promise we'll do that."

Gwen did manage to coax a few admissions from him about his fetishes. He liked a little light bondage, and blowjobs were a big favorite. The notion of deep throat blowjobs in particular turned him on but he insisted it was just a silly daydream, a shamefully perverted fantasy.

She disagreed. She demanded they begin right away. He installed restraints at the corners of her bed. She found that she enjoyed being fucked while restrained. As for his deep throating fantasy, she was never able to get his meaty mushroom tip past the back of her mouth. She insisted on trying almost daily, but it only made her gag. Making him cum in her mouth was easy for her though, and she loved to drink every drop.

He knew it was unfair, though. His fleshcraft made his cock far better than average, his cum was always sweet, and just playing with his dick caused her to remain deeply infatuated with it. Gwen would never want another, so long as Tubin stayed with her. He felt guilty over the situation, but he could not undo the enchantment without more fleshcraft, and he could not explain this to Gwen without revealing other, darker secrets. Due to this, he felt that he owed her unconditional devotion, and was convinced he could live up to that for the rest of their lives.

Gwen had grace, sensuality, and beauty. She had been a shy girl, but there was determination and confidence in her character, and she was learning magic, day by day. She was flawless in his eyes, and he let himself fall head over heels for her. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. He daydreamed about ways to express his devotion. At last, he decided to craft her a wand.

A wand greatly amplifies the powers of a mage, but each must be carefully custom crafted by a master wizard. The process was complicated and dangerous, and the components rare. Even for a skilled magus like Tubin, the process could take time. Apprentices usually never were given wands because of the difficulty and cost involved. Tubin could care less about those things when it came to Gwen. Instead he worried that she might be bored and get herself into trouble while he was away.

Despite his better judgment, he left her alone in his estate in late September, as the weather grew cooler. Wanting to keep the wand a surprise, he told her a white lie about wizardly duties, and left her to study in his estate. He warned her not to do anything that was forbidden. She knew the rules.

A long month passed. He fought a horde of trolls, a vicious chimera, and then went to the elemental plane of shadow to forge the wand. Throughout the trials and the pain, the thing that kept Tubin going was the thought of Gwen. The girl was almost too hot, too beautiful for a man like Tubin to even touch. He knew, however, that she would be so grateful for the wand. He had no idea how she would express that gratitude. She already wanted to act out every fantasy he desired. She already did chores voluntarily. He wondered if she might be ready to accept a proposal of marriage -- after the trials, of course. He knew there would be time for all of that, once he finished the task.

When he returned, he teleported straight into his study, holding the wand inside a red silk kerchief.

"Gwen, I have a surprise!"

Gwen was there, crouching lengthwise on a chaise lounge, in much the same way as Roean's portrait in Tubin's bedroom. Already thinking about sex, the magus started getting hard just as soon as he glimpsed her nakedness. Then he saw a cauldron had been placed in the study, which was filled with a boiling, reddish brew.

"Witchcraft!" Tubin mouthed the word, no sound coming from his lips.

"Master, you're home! I have a surprise for you, too."

Gwen raised her hips in the air and began rubbing her chest into the headrest cushions. She had a smile on her lips and her eyes were closed, as if she had been napping. The smoke from the cauldron was curling and wafting in a way that clearly indicated magic was at work.

"I was wondering when you would come home," she practically purred. She stood up slowly, running her fingertips along her legs as she rose. She was wearing nothing more than a silky thong held together in the front by some brass rings.

A large black cat bounded up on top of one of the tables.

"Is that a familiar? Gwen!" The disappointment in his voice was obvious.

"Tubin, meet Sabrina, my familiar." Gwen stood up.

"Dammit girl, why did you go and call a familiar?" he spat. The calling could not be undone. How would she make it to the trials? He regretted ever leaving.

"I know I've been naughty," she said, taking a step towards him, crossing her leg in front of the other in an exaggerated fashion. She swung her hips as she took the next step. "Now I want you to forgive me, and then I have a big welcome home all prepared for you."

"What welcome?"

"Me, my darling. How do I look?"

The cat stretched and let out a loud meow. Then she crouched low, raising her tail up high in the air.

"She's in heat!" he exclaimed, knowing that the owner of a cat familiar in heat often took cues from their horny pet.

Gwen nodded.

"She sure has been howling and meowling." she huskily replied.

"Have you been feeling strange?"

"Oh yes. I feel so hot. Let's fuck."

"Gwen," Tubin said, holding his hands up. "We have to talk first."

"Why, didn't you miss me?"

"First of all, what is a cauldron doing in here? Did I teach you that?"




The Third Apprentice



It was rhetorical, they both knew she had been teaching herself witchcraft while he was away.

"I've been bad, Master. So naughty and selfish. I need to be punished."

She turned her back and bent forward, leaning her hands on the cushion. She spread her legs and arched her back, sticking her hips out in a lewd pose that was completely out of character.

"It's time to fulfill your secret fantasy," Gwen said, arching her back and running her fingers over her ass cheeks. She spread her ass cheeks apart, displaying her pink little rosebud.

"Nonsense."

"What are you waiting for?" Gwen asked, turning her head to look back at him. Do me in the back." Gwen giggled. "I waited all month, all year. I want it hard, and I want it now. Or have you been with someone else?"

"You -- we shouldn't."

"I'm ready," she said.

"You're a witch," Tubin finally managed.

"So what does that mean, you're going to kill me now?" Gwen pouted. She licked her middle finger and then slid it in to the knuckle. "Ooh, I've been fantasizing about this for a while now. You better fuck my ass good and hard, and don't stop till you cum."

"Really?"

Moments later, he was pistoning in and out of her ass from behind while pulling her hair. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would blow a hole in his chest.

"Yes! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" She panted and gasped as his dick ploughed in and out of her, strange yet familiar sensations spreading through her.

"Oh yes, your cock is so deep. So thick!"

"So tight!" he grunted.

"You're making me want to cum. Oh yes! I-I think I'm gonna cum. Yes! Oh god, I'm cumming from your dick in my ass!"

Her cries rang in his ears, but they just made the sex that much more intense. Or was it the fumes from the cauldron? He stood her up, letting his pole pop out of her tight ass. He slammed her against one of the counters, and shoved his cock back into her ass.

"Oh yes! Take me, as rough as you want. More! More!" Her tight anus was gripping his straining cock with every thrust and she screamed as she climaxed again. He jackhammered into her with all his might, and in seconds they were both cumming.

She let out another moaning scream while he kept working his cock in and out of her pretty, pale ass. He pumped gobs of his milky load into her rectum. As he began to slow down, she protested.

"Keep going," she moaned, looking back at him. "Harder, I need more, we're not done yet." She looked back at him with desperate desire in her long lashed eyes.

Suddenly he saw something strange in her eyes. He slowed down but she bucked her hips back onto him and his cock throbbed with a sudden need for release.

"Why -- I just..!" Tubin had just shot his wad, but in seconds his cock was fully hard and ready to cum again. Even with fleshcraft, that had never happened to him before.

He looked at Gwen, who was glancing back at him every so often. Her eyes, he was sure they had always been green. Not red.

"That's it, fuck my ass. I'm your fuck toy, make me scream. Don't I feel good? Isn't this heaven?"

"Babe, it's good," Tubin began through gritted teeth. He couldn't help himself, he came again, shooting his load into her ass once more. How was her ass this good? Tubin grunted and shoved his cock up her ass as far as it would go, then held it there as it convulsed.

"Are you cumming? I can feel it," Gwen said. "I want you all night, I just wish I could tit fuck you. Do you ever wish you could do that?

He loved listening to her talk, but sometimes he wasn't following what she said.

"What?" He started to pull out.

"Oh god! Don't you fucking stop!" she moaned.

He resumed fucking her ass.

"That's better, fuck my ass some more. I was just saying, I have this fantasy. You-- UNGH!" she groaned as he pounded her harder, "your big dick between my breasts, shooting that cum in my mouth and all over my face. You like seeing your cum on my face, don't you?"



Tubin grunted in agreement. He maintained his tempo, taking her ass just deep enough. He nearly pulled out with every thrust, so that he could push his crown through her opening where it was tightest. Slowly, however, he began to just thrust harder and deeper. She felt like silk inside, and he stuffed every inch of his cock into her.

Gwen had longed for this for over a year, and she finally had his big piece of meat deep in her ass. She was already horny as hell, and the anal pounding was making pleasure surge through her loins. She held on tight while he thrusted again and again.

He struggled to think as her shapely posterior gripped his dick. Gwen was an amazing lover, and it had been a long time, but there was no way he should have this kind of stamina. With his fleshcraft, he had staying power and resiliency. He could conceivably cum three times in half an hour, but not in just five minutes. Besides, there was no way Gwen was supposed to have red eyes. He had known only one girl with such red eyes, and that was Roean, the succubus. They had been lovers for a time, but she thought she could gain the upper hand. With some help from a close friend in the Order, Tubin had defeated the succubus before it was too late. He destroyed her, but there remained a tiny part of her that he had used to earlier cast fleshcraft. Then there was her painting in his bedroom, which she herself had painted. He had also kept her skull in a jar. Other than that, the parasitic demon was but a memory.

Could Gwen have communed with Roean somehow? Tubin asked himself. Of course, the answer was yes, he quickly realized -- the fool girl could have made a skull charm. His eyes swept his collection. Roean's skull was missing.

"Gwen," Tubin panted, still fucking her gloriously tight, heart-shaped butt. "What did you do?"

"Can you tell?" Gwen responded. "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum again."

The wizard poured it on despite himself. He felt like he was also about to cum again and fucked her harder and faster. She arched her back and wailed as his cock drove her to a convulsing orgasm and his seed spilled deep inside of her again. This time, he came so hard it went on for at least a couple of minutes, and her ass was almost overflowing with cum.

He wanted to stop humping, but his hips seemed to have their own plans. He was convinced that he was under a spell. He was right.

"Gwen, stop this," Tubin gasped.

"Stop what?" Gwen replied. "You don't seem to want to stop, and the way you're still fucking me with that hard cock tells me you want more."

"I know what this is. Somehow, you've awakened Roean."

"Oh? Who is Roean?"

"You took her skull down form that shelf," he panted. "Your eyes are red now, like hers."

"Are they?" she coyly replied, turning back to give him a long look. There they were, her eyes red as ripe strawberries.

"They are red! You have done something, somehow!"

Gwen giggled, the mighty mage was fumbling with his words. Even funnier, he was still fucking her ass, helpless to stop.

Roean was back, and trying to kill him, he realized. Through the fog, he attempted to pull his thrusting hips back from Gwen's greedy orifice. She clenched, and his cock felt ready to blow. He thrust harder, chasing his next climax.

"My ass feels so good with your cock inside of it," Gwen sighed with pleasure. "Stretch my hole with your big meat. Harder! Fill me once more, cum inside me!"

As if on command, an orgasm began to crest in Tubin's loins. Her ass was warm and tight, making his cock want to explode. Soon he was splattering her insides with cum again.

"Mm," Gwen sighed. "Don't you just love anal? Wasn't that your favorite with Roean?"

"Gwen, let me go," Tubin murmured, but his hips kept thrusting.

"You liked to fuck her ass every time, didn't you? No matter what, you were pounding her ass. Why didn't you ask to fuck my ass?"

Tubin grunted and his balls emptied another load in Gwen's bowels.

"I didn't want you to be like her," Tubin sputtered, soon as he was able to catch his breath.

"You finally did decide to fuck my ass though. How is it? Tight enough for you? I bet Roean's was much better."

Tubin glanced at the cauldron, and noticed that Roean's skull had emerged from the boiling cauldron. Even as he continued to hump Gwen, he saw the skull floating above the murky brew, dripping with the contents of a mysterious red broth. Tubin had never taught Gwen witchcraft, but she seemed to have taken to it quickly. He looked down at her pale ass cheeks, grunted, and came again.

Tubin had almost forgotten the fear that he had for the succubus. Now it was back, and Tubin knew that he was in trouble if he could not stop soon. When the proper wards were in place, the demon was Tubin's sex slave. When none were in place, his spells were impossible to recall, and he was unable to resist.

Roean had never fully died. The fragment of her essence he used to fuel his virility had kept her alive. He thought it had been faint enough that he could manage it. He had not factored in that an apprentice might commune with her skull. Now things were spiraling out of control. He needed Gwen to save him.

"Gwen, you have to stop this," he rasped.

"Keep going," she replied, eyes closed. "One more time, I didn't know this could feel so good." She arched her back, feeling his hot phallus splitting her ass and driving deep inside of her. He felt like his stamina was endless, but he knew he was ejaculating a part of his soul into her each time, and Roean was feeding on it. He couldn't stop, and an orgasm quickly followed behind the previous one. Time slipped by without meaning as he pumped load after load into Gwen's quivering colon.

Yes, his student had become powerful and skilled. He not only felt a bit of pride in her as came again, he also felt his strength ebbing. As her tight anus clenched around his spasming cock, coaxing yet another load, he grew dizzy. Looking down, he saw that his body had become gaunt, almost emaciated. He collapsed to the floor.

In the boiling cauldron, with only her head and shoulders above the bubbling brew, was Roean, in the flesh. As a demon she was unharmed by the boiling liquid. She watched the scene unfold, a smile on her beautiful face, her red hair wet, her eyes glowing completely red. Her round fleshy tits seemed to float on the surface of the boiling brew, as full and round as ever.

Gwen helped Tubin up off the floor and laid him on the chaise lounge. He was too weak to stand without assistance. Since he now weighed very little, he was easy for Gwen to move.

"You were a fool to keep me as a trophy," Roean said. "I told you that you owe me, and that the next time would be your last."

Tubin lay there, panting, eyes staring at the ceiling.

"I can't go through with this," Gwen said, looking upon the pathetic magus.

"If you won't, I will," Roean said, stepping out of the tub. She knew that most of his vital organs had already shut down. He would not live for much longer, let alone stay conscious.

"Wait, stop! Is he going to die?"

"Eventually." Steam was billowing from Roean's body, her skin was still boiling hot. She stood there, trying to cool down so that she wouldn't burn Tubin by touching him.

Gwen straddled Tubin protectively.

"What about your promise?" she demanded.

"Hmm?" the succubus raised one eyebrow at Gwen.

"You promised me breasts!"

"Ah! So I did. You shall have them, but I need something -- his last orgasm. He's just waiting for you to finish him."

Gwen felt certain the succubus was mistaken. How could anyone that looked so weak could still cum? Then she looked down at his cock. It was still rock hard, and as long and thick, veins bulging, balls heavy with pent up seed.

"No! I can't, I won't do it!"

"Don't you want your big breasts?" Roean smiled.

"Killing him wasn't part of the bargain."

"Do I need to read it to you?" Roean produced a scroll from thin air and unraveled it.

"No!" Gwen couldn't bear the thought of having the contract of her betrayal read before her master as he lay there dying.

"Look, Gwen, I understand you are queasy about this. I'm going to help out. Step aside and you will get the full breasts you have wished for."

"Castobanya!" Tubin croaked. The spell leaped from his fingertips in a violent, swirling wave. Roean ducked behind a counter just in time, and the eldritch swirls of abjuration streamed hurtled through the air, bounced off harmlessly off the counter, and in a flicker were gone.

"Naughty naughty," Roean grinned and chided, but the anger in her voice was evident. "I have already sucked quite a lot of your life force away. Don't put it all to waste by casting me out of this plane. Now, come here and give me one last screw, for old time's sake."

Gwen looked at the miserable wizard, Other than his rampant cock, he was a shell of what he was. The spell he cast seemed to have taken his remaining strength. It amazed her hat he was even alive. When the succubus straddled him, Gwen could almost see him surrendering and accepting his impending death.

"Do it for me this time, darling," Roean said, looking down on her old lover. She guided his cock into her folds and plunged her hips down on him. Her mouth opened with shock at the pleasure of being filled for the first time in so long. She hadn't expected it to be so stimulating, and she smiled with elation.

"Goodbye, Tubin," Roean said, leaning close to the wizard's drawn face. "I warned you this day would come. Cum," she said, thrusting her hips down on him. "Cum now. We need your soul."

She worked her hips up and down, lewd sounds filled the air as she bounced on his staff. She began moaning and crying as she felt his orgasm come. It was bliss for her, because his soul was about to bring her back to life on the mortal plane.

Tubin groaned and coughed dryly. His body went rigid, his life ebbing even as he shot an obscenely copious load deep into Roean's hungry snatch.

While riding Tubin's dying body, Roean took some of Tubin's life energy and some of her own, and used it to fuel a fleshcraft spell that would give Gwen's breasts all the heft and size she could want.

Gwen doubled over, wracked by sudden convulsions. She leaned on a counter for support. Suddenly, she felt intensely horny. Then Tubin died, and the feeling passed as quickly as it had come. As the last of Tubin's life force was sapped, the spell ended and Gwen's eyes became green again.

Gwen leaned forward, resting on her hands and elbows but looking away from her former teacher. She became aware of a substantial weight pulling down from her chest. She peeked down at her breasts, and was relieved to find that Roean had unquestionably fulfilled her part of their agreement. Her breasts were now very large indeed. Each was as large as grapefruit and somewhat cone shaped, and her nipples were much larger and remained upturned.

Gwen looked over to Roean. She was an image of feminine perfection, but for a few additions. She had wings, horns, and a whip-like crimson tail tipped with a spade fin. There was no mistaking her for a normal girl. Or was there?

"That was quite a performance you put on there," Roean said. "You fulfilled your part of the bargain. I would say I fulfilled mine as well."

"I didn't know you would take it this far!"

"Silly girl. What do you think succubi do, pleasure as a service? We take souls. Tubin had managed to stave off his fate for a while now, but he owed me, and never stopped holding a torch for me. Ha! Then he took an apprentice as a lover. Ha! Cocky bastard."

Gwen was silent. Roean had told her all this and more when Gwen cast the skull charm. After communing with Roean's skull, they made an agreement to help each other out. 

"I'm a demon, Gwen. That's what I am. I exist to steal souls and drink life, and I always try to clean my plate. Lie to yourself if you want, but I know you were ready to let him die."

Gwen bit her lower lip, tears coming to her eyes.

"Oh, spare me!" Roean exclaimed. "When you looked on my skull, you heard my call, did you not?"

Gwen nodded, wiping her eyes.

"You hid that from Tubin, did you not?"

Gwen nodded.

"You disobeyed everything Tubin taught, didn't you?"

Gwen nodded again.

"Hasn't it made you powerful? You have a familiar, and this mansion. All the spell books, even his diary. What's the matter?"

"Tubin," Gwen said, looking down at her feet in sorrow. A mysterious wind was scattering the blackened remains of the wizard as she spoke. His corpse was vanishing.

Roean saw the young witch's outward display of remorse, and it enraged her.

"You can forget about him It's you I would be worried about."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Gwen," the succubus said, "You're a gifted witch, but you're weak and pathetic. You need to learn to kill for me. Kill without remorse, yes. Your victims will make a good source of energy for me, should I be forced to leave this world again."

"Where are you going now?"

"Why, right out the front door. It's time someone told the good people of Calico that there is a witch among them."

"No! Stop!" Gwen cried.

"You stop," Roean replied. "Skargrimmitch!" she intoned, and thrust her hand out toward Gwen. Chains unfurled from corners of the room, wrapped around Gwen's wrists and curled around her inner thighs. They drew her up, suspending her in the middle of the study.

"My my, it works so well," Roean murmured under her breath. Her demonic magic was limited on Earth, but Tubin's powers were well suited to Roean's needs, and her style.

"No! Don't leave me like this!" Gwen screamed.

"It will be so much fun though. When the guardsmen find you like this, just what will they do?" As Roean spoke, her horns, wings and tail melded into her body. A demure tan dress with white frills unfolded from nowhere, fitting loosely over her shapely contours. She looked like a peasant girl in her Sunday finest.

"There, I'm all ready to go now."

"Why, why!?" Gwen screamed as she left.

That night, a mob bearing pitchforks and torches came to the manor. Emboldened by the reports that Tubin was gone, a brave handful of guardsmen bounded up the stairs of the front porch and burst through the door, ignoring the screaming, wobbling stairs as best they could. Inside the house, they quickly found Gwen naked and chained up. They unbolted the chains and covered her in a thick blanket. Using rope, they tied her up in a bundle and took her to a jail in the mayor's basement. There, they placed her in one of two cells and locked her behind iron bars. The dim dungeon was illuminated by the yellow light of two flickering torches.

One guardsman was posted at the end of the hallway, up a flight of stairs. The other townspeople milled about outside, but soon dispersed. Standing on the other side of the bars, the only two that remained to watch Gwen were Mayor Stephen and Father Angelo.

"There was no body, Angelo" the mayor said. "The cook claimed that Gwen killed the wizard with witchcraft."

"No body, Stephen? None at all?"

"None, but Tubin informed me a month ago that he would be traveling. He has not been seen since."

Father Angelo nodded.

"Well," the minister began, "Seems to me that it would be an especially good indication of witchcraft. If Tubin is alive, he will clarify things, but I find it hard to believe he would condone witchcraft, whatever the circumstances."

"Oh, he surely would not. I know him well," the mayor said. "He has always warned his student against it, as I am told. The cook contends that she decided to become a witch while he was away."

"I'm not a witch!" Gwen cried, muffled by the blankets.

"Can you prove it?" Angelo asked. "We found you engaged in the most sordid of dark arts. If you are not a witch, what are you?"




The Third Apprentice



"Possibly a murderer?" Stephen's words were quiet, but Gwen heard them.

"We can go about this logically," the preacher said. "Watch," he lowered his voice. "She will free herself of her bonds. No ordinary ropes will hold a witch for long."

They watched as Gwen writhed and struggled. They could both see and admire how her large breasts strained against the cloth. Slowly, she wormed her way out of the loops of rope round her ankles. This in turn loosened the rest of her bonds. When she finally freed herself from the blanket and ropes she stood, tired and breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat forming on her naked body.

"She is a witch, Stephen."

"Angelo, my friend, those bonds were clearly tied by a fool. A senile cripple could have freed himself from them. I need more proof."

"Perhaps. Tie her up yourself if you think you can do better. Use a lock and chains if you doubt me."

Gwen couldn't believe the old men were talking about coming into her cell and molesting her with ropes and chains. The outrage! What was worse, they were looking for clues to her being a witch. She knew that witches had their telltale signs, but what could she do? She snatched the blanket from the floor and hastily covered herself with it.

"Tie her up, eh?" Stephen chuckled. "I would, but she wouldn't escape for us. She's listening now, look."

Gwen crouched in her cell, her eyes shadowed by her long black bangs.

"We could leave her tied up all night," the mayor suggested thoughtfully. "If she's a--"

"Don't worry, Stephen, I have a better way to prove to you that she is a witch."

"Oh?"

"All Hallows Eve is a few nights away. The moon will be full." Angelo said. "On the night of a full moon, the presence of a witch causes flames to burn green."

Stephen nodded.

"If the torch in this jail does not burn green, what do we do with her? Let her go?"

"Hold her here. We must find out if she murdered Tubin, as your witness claims. In the meantime, I think we shall get some volunteers to construct the witch's pyre." the mayor told the minister. "I'm pretty confident she will be consumed in green flames on All Hallows Eve." He shook his head. "Such a shame that she turned to dark magic, but the evidence we seek will leave no doubt. Then, destroy her we must."

They turned and headed back up the stairs to the mayor's house. The atrium was beautifully furnished and lavishly decorated, contrasted with the bare stone dungeon. A middle-aged maidservant was standing nearby, doing her best to eavesdrop while waiting for the pastor to leave so that she could put out all the candles. A guardsman stood at his post outside the dungeon's door.

Mayor Stephen locked the dungeon door.

"Angelo, this is the only key to the, ah, 'jail.' Would you be so kind as to keep it for now? I want to ensure that no matter what the witch tries, she is secure within these walls. My guardsmen might be tempted by her bewitching ways." He said the words not three paces away from one of his guardsman, a man named Duncan.

Duncan held his tongue.

"Of course, Stephen." The mayor dropped the large brass key into Angelo's palm.

Angelo turned to the door of the dungeon. He raised his voice and called to Gwen through the door's small, barred window. 

"I shall return on the eve of the morrow to hear your confession. Think on your evil deeds and repent. The devil may take you to his fiery den, but the Lords grace--" 

"Save it, Father Angelo," came Gwen's voice in return. She did not need to hear it from him to regret what she had done. Tubin was dead. Her lust for power was to blame. She buried her face in her knees in shame.

Chapter 2

The mayor of Calico stood at the entrance to his stately manor to bid farewell to Minister Angelo.

"Now, keep in mind, Father, that you carry my only key. Don't lose it."

"Of course."

"Without it, I cannot open the doors to feed the prisoner."

"Witches don't need food, Stephen."

"Let me remind you, we have proven nothing yet, and All Hallows Eve is three nights away."

"Wasn't there a window in that cellar? Your men can offer her water and bread through the bars there. Besides, I shall return every day. Witches are hard to keep captive, perhaps I can research a way to strengthen the defenses of the jail."

"Indeed. Well then, good night, Angelo."

"Good night and God keep you." With that, the pastor descended the steps of the front porch and turned to head up the hill to the church.

Stephen climbed the steps to his bedroom carrying a small candelabra to illuminate his way. It was well past midnight but the lobby and dining room was still dimly lit with candles because of his distinguished guest, Angelo. His maidservant was finally attending to blowing out all the candles. Stephen could hear her heavy footsteps as she walked about. She was more than ready to finally go to sleep. He was not.

His blood raced with anticipation. Hiding in his bedroom was the girl who had escaped from Gwen's perverted games, or so he thought. She wasn't a cook like he told Father Angelo. She was a bit of a whore, perhaps, but a lovely one. He didn't want anyone to know she was with him, because he had plans for her.

Stephen was a pale, balding grandfather at the age of fifty. He had begun balding in his thirties and his entire scalp was bare. The hair he did have was white. As mayor for the past decade or so, Stephen had grown accustomed to youthful lovers in their twenties or so, coming to him in times of distress. The girl in his bedroom appeared to be yet another case of a maiden in need, but she was gloriously sexy, beyond anything Stephen had ever seen.

He took it all in stride. Pretty lasses often warmed to him after running into troubles adults face in the real world. Usually, it was their husbands that were the problem. They were looking for help, and their only currency was their sex. Some dealt poorly with rejection and simply wanted someone to adore them no matter what.

The mayor was not the only one with a cover story. Roean called herself "Selene" and identified herself to the Mayor as a girl from out of town. She claimed that Tubin brought her to his manor as a sex partner for himself and Gwen. After leaving Gwen at the manor, the disguised Roean went straight to the mayor, acting panicked and wishing to speak in private. He ushered her into his bedroom.

There, she described the "witchcraft" she witnessed at Tubin's place, full of sex and bondage, chains and ritual asphyxiation. She claimed that Gwen murdered Tubin during one of these sessions, then dissolved his body in a cauldron of boiling acid. She pleaded with him to investigate Tubin's manor for signs of witchcraft.

As he spoke to this "witness," he gave her subtle hints about what he wanted in return: her sex. She had all but promised him to gratify his every desire.

Selene's story matched what the mayor's guards reported, but it was highly suspicious. There was no proof that Tubin was dead, or that Gwen was a witch. There had been a cauldron, but it was only evidence that Selene had been there. Stephen was no fool, he realized that Selene was a prime suspect in a possible murder and framing of one of his townspeople. However, if she was willing to fuck, Stephen didn't mind keeping her in his bedroom, instead of the jail cell. Hopefully, she would remain his little secret for some time.

He inserted a key into the door and turned it, and his door unlocked. He opened the door and found that it was dimly lit with but one candle.

"Selene?" he whispered, looking around.

"Here," Roean said, standing in the shadows beside a window. She stepped in front of it. Her silhouette in the moonlit drapes revealed her womanly curves. Stephen swallowed.

"Did you find Gwen?"

"Yes, we did, and it was just as you described. The witch was chained up in the manor. There was a boiling hot cauldron as well. We found no sign of the wizard's body, either."

"I told you she was a witch, everything I spoke to you about -- So, what did you do?"

As he spoke, the succubus drew closer, her hips swinging below her narrow waist with each step.

"She is imprisoned."

"Will she be put on trial? When will she be executed?"

"She was popular with the people," Stephen sighed. "I must be able to show proof that she was a witch, but, I promised to keep you safe in the meantime. So don't worry, your involvement will remain a secret. We'll have our proof on the next full moon. Then, we shall burn her on a pyre. You need not watch, but it may bring you solace to see it for yourself."

Roean smiled, and slowly walking toward him as he gave his long-winded response.

"That will make me feel so much better," she said, stepping into the light of his candelabra. She had no intention of allowing that to happen.

Stephen looked upon her face, wickedly beautiful. Then his eyes dropped to her breasts, encased in a lacy lavender corset that showcased her ripe cleavage. Her long legs were adorned with light pink silk stockings that hugged her shapely thighs and calves. Her mound was shrouded in shadow.

The fancy lingerie had been a gift to one of his former lovers, an affair that had eventually ended with a murder, like all the rest. Many such sets of lingerie remained at the estate. They had all been gifts. Naturally, no one came around to collect the valuable property after their owners tragic and mysterious deaths.

Stephen, Mayor of Calico, was a serial killer.

Seeing a woman wearing the corset and stockings of one of his past murder victims strengthened his resolve to use her up and then kill her. He was as yet undecided on how he might dispose of her afterward, but his favored method was drowning.

Stephen feasted his eyes on her ripe figure, which was busting out of the lingerie in all the right places. It seemed more appropriate to use this time to figure out how she wanted to repay him for not jailing her on suspicion of murder.



"Selene, you look amazing."

"I dressed this way for you," Roean replied.

"You didn't let anyone see you, did you?"

"I stayed in this bedroom like you asked, and kept the door locked. This outfit was in drawer over there."

"Good."

"Your lordship has been so kind. I won't betray your trust, and I want to repay you for your goodness, for saving me from that the witch."

She drew nearer to him and blew out the candles. They stood ever so close in the darkness. Stephen struggled for words. Something seemed to mingle with the smell of the smoke from the extinguished candles. It was a perfume, sweet yet musky. He reached out, clumsily pawing the portion of Roean's breasts that bulged out from under the tight corset. Feeling his touch, she whimpered and leaned forward, pressing her ripe, soft melons into his hands.



"Oh, oh mister mayor," Roean said. "Is it wrong for me to want this?" She leaned her body against him, filling his senses with her closeness. He could hear her mouth open, feel her soft breath warm his neck. Her perfume was distractingly strong.

He wanted to unfasten her corset, but in the darkness he struggled to find a string or clasp to loosen. His mind was growing increasingly clouded with lust, and soon it was all he could do to just squeeze and fondle her as she leaned toward him. He began to find the darkness disorienting, and he swayed for a moment, catching himself. Roean slid her slender hands along his, taking hold of them softly.

"Are you okay? Let me help you to the bed," she said.

She guided him through the dark room and he almost staggered, his mind a whirl. He lay on the bed on his back, and she lit candles all around the bed, one by one. They illuminated her glorious curves, and as she moved through the flickering candlelight, he caught glimpses of her most tantalizing features.

Soon dozens of candles were lit. She stopped moving around so much, and the candles glowed more steadily. He watched in a daze as she unfastened a clasp that loosened her corset. She turned then, her back turned to him. He stared at her bare shoulders, her narrow waist, the length of zigzagging laces going up the center. She guided his hands to a bow-knot at the bottom and he pulled on the string. The corset loosened and she wriggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor. He feasted his eyes on the splendor of her flawless skin, her lean shoulders and lower back, the slender waist that tapered to her smooth, round ass. Standing at the side of the bed wearing only her pink stockings, she gyrated her hips from side to side as if dancing to some primal rhythm. Then she stopped and bent forward, far enough to touch the floor. Her legs slightly spread, Stephen could plainly see her pussy. She had a small triangle bush trimmed above her clit, but she was otherwise clean shaven.

She resumed dancing by candlelight, and he looked on in awe as her hourglass figure bent and swayed. In his mind he thought he could hear the music she was moving to, deep drums and haunting strings played in his mind. Even the candles seemed to flicker to the beat.

She turned around, her subtle hip shaking akin to a dance, and finally he saw her unadorned breasts. They were firm and cone shaped, and capped with tight, erect nipples. They wobbled deliciously as she got on all fours on the bed, dangling her breasts in his face. 

"Here, have a taste," she cooed.

He grabbed them, fondling them eagerly. They were even more firm than he expected, and he squeezed her tantalizing twins with delight.

"Selene, these are amazing, so big and firm."

"I know," she replied. "Suck on them, it makes me so wet."

He brought his hands up around her back, rubbing her and pulling her close. He tried to suck on her breasts, but she pulled his head harder into her cleavage. She held him there, smothering him, and soon she he was running out of air. His chest was starting to pound when he felt her mound, her naked sex grinding against the hard on in his trousers. He felt like he was going to die, lungs on fire, his cock straining in ecstasy. 

She pulled her breasts away and he sucked in air deeply. As he panted, she dangled one of her nipples in front of his lips. He sucked on it without hesitation.

"Oh yes," she cooed. "I love that."

He sucked on her some more, switching to her other breast.

"Getting so horny. I need you in my mouth."

"If you insist," he said, giving her other nipple a quick nibble and suck.

He groaned as she slinked down his body, dragging and crushing her breasts against him as she went. When they pushed past his cock, he felt like he was going to explode already. He reached down to stroke her hair.

"Just lay back, close your eyes, and enjoy," she murmured, looking up at him as she crouched between his legs. Taking his hand, he kissed his knuckles and then let his arm down to rest by his side.

She undid his belt expertly and then unbuttoned his fly with a quick tug. She pulled his pants and undergarments all the way off and threw them across the room. She stopped to make eye contact while letting out a soft giggle.

Moving up his body, she pulled on the buttons to his vest with her teeth. She tugged them hard and they popped off in her mouth. She spat them one by one to the side. Then she parted his vest and tore his shirt open, sending little wooden buttons shooting off in different directions. Stephen didn't care, he had servants to mend his garments.

She returned her focus to his engorged shaft, encircling it with her dainty hands. She gripped it tightly, her hands refreshingly cool.

She began to stroke his meat with those hands, but kept her open mouth very near. Her red lips poised above her closed fist, he felt her breath near his straining tip. He could envision his staff plunging into those parted red lips. He wanted to fuck that mouth with all his might.

She let go with her top hand and took him into her mouth. Her lips were wet and tenderly sucked him deeper into her warm mouth, where her tongue swirled around his tip. She bobbed on his crown lightly, only taking in his mushroom tip. She sucked in it tightly with her juicy, wet lips, but Stephen was hungry for more. He gathered her hair together, holding it back and pushing her mouth down on him. She resisted.

"Come on, come on," he urged. "Suck it in deep." She wrenched her head free.

"Oh, mister mayor, I can't!" she pleaded in a whisper. She took him back into her mouth again.

"You can get in in deeper," he insisted, pushing her head down hard.

His cock hit the back of her throat and Roean made an act of gagging and coughing for several moments, the way any human would have.

"Mister mayor, it makes me want to throw up when you do that. Please, I can't."

"Okay, just keep sucking then," he said. He expected Tubin's exotic lover to be better cock sucker than this. She was about to surprise him.

She wrapped her mouth around his helmet again, and bobbed up and down in time with her stroking fist. With the fingertips of her other hand, she lightly caressed his balls. In a short amount of time, the combination of her mouth and hand was putting him over the brink. He wanted to tell her to stop, it was too soon, but his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth.

He struggled hard not to cum, but Roean bobbed on him vigorously, and Stephen knew he would not last long, the way she was coaxing an orgasm from his cock head with her luscious red lips.

"Hey, slow down," he finally managed.

"Why?" she asked, taking her mouth off for only a moment. "Feel like you're going to cum already?"

"Yes, yes!" He nodded vigorously.

"That's okay, cum in my mouth. We have much more time tonight."

Cumming in her mouth wouldn't be a problem, Stephen thought, but he wasn't young anymore, there was no second wind for him. Indeed the strange thing was that normally he had to grab a girl's head with both hands and really do half the work in order to cum in her mouth at all. This time he had the opposite problem. Her rhythmic cock slurping was intensely gratifying. Although it had only been two minutes, nutting on the back of her tongue was going to be all too easy.

He decided not to let it end so soon, but he had to act fast. He tried to reach down and grab Roean by her silky red hair, but he couldn't move, he couldn't budge a finger. He couldn't even speak. All he could do was groan as his cock spasmed and spurted his stringy, bitter load into her mouth.

To his surprise, she only sucked him in deeper, taking his cock all the way down to his root and then bobbing gently to sustain his orgasm. After a few seconds, she began to fuck her throat down onto his cock full force.

Stephen's eyes flew open. He had never had anything feel so good. Incredibly, his waning orgasm built up into a second, even more intense climax. He felt his heart racing as he emptied his nuts with everything he had. He came and came, she swallowed it all.

As his cock spurted and spasmed, he found himself recalling many of his other affairs. The visions of sex flew past his eyes and then he was on his back again, his cock sliding out of the lips of his latest lover.

Little did he know that he was about to meet his fate. He was, however, a bit worried with his apparent paralysis.

Roean licked her lips with appreciation.

"Oh, you taste delicious," she remarked.

"You -- what?" he stammered, as Roean allowed him to talk again. "I-I can't move."

"Of course not. I want you to stay still."

"Selene, what is going on? What do you mean?" He tried, but he still couldn't move. "Are you a witch too?"

Roean's eyes darkened, and her whole expression changed to one of animosity.




The Third Date



It has been a few days since our date and I have not heard from you yet you linger in my thoughts constantly. I think and fantasize about our last date and how you caused me to reach heights I have never reached before. This has been on my mind all day and as I return from class I hope to find my room empty so I may act out this fantasy again.

Upon entering my room I see a shoebox, a package and a note on my bed. Opening the box I find a nylon cat suit and a pair of long velvet gloves. In the shoebox is a pair of high spiked heels. A good six inches if not less, and a pair of hand cuffs.

Dearest Julia,

I would have you dressed in the outfit provided and standing in the middle of your room when I arrive promptly at 3,

Sir Orion

One look at the clock and I realize I only have 30 minutes to prepare for you. Frantically I undress, and slip into the nylon cat suit. How glorious the silk feels on my body as I move. Then carefully I pull the gloves on all the way to my elbows. And sit to put on the heels. I try to stand in them but it is like standing on my toes and my back arches extremely pushing my breast out in a very provocative manner. Immediately I sit back down on the bed. I take the handcuffs and place them on my wrists. I feel a warmth starting to envelope my body in anticipation of the pleasure I will soon receive from you.

Suddenly the door opens and you stand there, case in hand.

"Julia! Did I not tell you to be standing?” You admonish me.

"But sir I can hardly stand in these heels."

"Well then we will just have to teach you, teach you to obey and to be a proper slave."

You walk across the room and pick me up as if I weigh nothing and pull a chair to the center of the room. You open your case and pull out some silk ropes and tie one tightly around my waist and to the back of the chair. Then you tie my ankles to the legs of the chair with some slack just enough to move them a foot away. I try to stand but my calves start to ache. "Please its not comfortable" I say

"This is not about your pleasure. This is to teach you to obey." 

You then pull my arms up so I’m leaning over the chair. I try to spread my legs wider for support but I am straining to maintain balance. Then you tie a rope to the chain in the cuffs and to the doorknob behind me forcing me to bend more.

"Please I can’t stand like this."

"That’s it you will learn to speak when I ask you too." and you place a silk scarf in my mouth and tie it tightly to my head. You walk in front of me and lift my chin up in your hand.

"Such lovely eyes my Julia." and a tear begins to fall from the discomfort. Gently your tongue trails up its path ending with a gentle kiss upon my eyelid.

You walk behind me as I try to find a way to stand and I feel you put a thick leather collar around my neck. There is a ring upon it that you tie an end of rope bringing it under the chair back and up between my legs and tying it to the rope attached to the cuffs. You pull it snug and I can feel it on the lips of my sex. I start to tingle down there. Then you go to my bed and watch. As I move the rope between my thighs rubs upon my sex and I grow wetter. I try to stand still but the heels and the position make this impossible.

"Julia you look so wonderful like that." 

I am crying from the pleasure and pain and the humiliation of being like this. A muffled moan escapes my lips as I see you undress and see how hard you are. Suddenly I feel like I’m on display and a shiver runs through my body. It feels like hours I keep moving and changing positions more and more as I grow tired of standing like this. With every move the rope rubs my sex through the silken suit and I grunt and moan like an animal.

"Are you ready to be good my Julia?"

I nod in response and you undo the rope from the door and the chair and carry me to the bed. Undoing the handcuffs you bring my hands in front of me and cuff them again. The end of the rope you undid from the door you now secure to the corner of my bed. I see you grab a 3-foot pole from your case and this you tie to my ankles spreading me wide, and then you tie this to the opposite corner of the bed. I am stretched as tight as my body will go. And you rub your hands around my sides and move them to my crotch. 

"I see you like being punished" as you feel the heat and wetness of my sex. At Your touch I try to push upon your hand but you pull it away and the ropes keep me from moving. You go to your case and pull out what looks to be a thonged whip. I shake my head no thinking you are about to whip me. You kiss my forehead and say "Silly little Julia, only bad girls get whipped."

Taking it you slowly rub the ends gently up and down all over my body. The feel of the strands against the nylon makes my skin tingle and burn for more. You go all over my arms and hands, my face and neck along my stomach and sides then down my legs to my feet. All the while avoiding my nipples and sex. I start to gyrate my hips urging you to go to them.

"Julia, keep those big beautiful eyes open I want to see them shine."

Then you move the tassels slowly up my legs up to my thighs and back down again. I try to move so that my sex catches the strands but you move it away quickly. I moan through my gag my god how I need to be touched there. I am on fire.

You then start to trace my breast with this toy. Never touching the sensitive nipples. I cry and moan needing the touch. I see a chance and move so the tassels cross my nipple. God how the sparks fly right to my sex. I close my eyes in pleasure.

"I warned you Julia, you will learn to obey."

Crack the whip comes down with a searing sharp crack on my tit. I turn my self on my side to avoid another hit, but then it cracks against my ass. Oh the searing whit heat it produces. I double my efforts to get undone, squiggling and squirming trying to avoid the whip. Crack my breast, crack on my stomach, and crack on my back. How my flesh tingles and burns under your strokes. Then you place a hand on my shoulder holding me still. Crack, the whip hits my sex. I scream with pleasure arching back against your assault.

"So the silken Juliet likes that." slowly you rub the tassels there then smack. The pain shoots through my whole being and feels so good.

You put the whip down and I cry for more but my words are trapped in my gag. My whole body is on fire and I need to be released from the torture. You straddle my chest and I see your sex in front of me gently you rub it all over my face. I close my eyes imagining how I could pleasure you if you would just take me. Smack across my face. "Julia keep those eyes open"

You start to rub your sex all over my breasts and I try to wiggle free. You look at me lean over and kiss my fore head. Reaching back you place the tasseled whip between my thighs. I feel its weight but can't thrust against it to gain any friction as you are holding me down.

"Julia, do you wish to please me?"

Desperately I nod.

"Good girl, do not talk unless I tell you to.” reaching around behind my head you untie my gag. And with a kiss you bring me farther into the heat. Sliding up I feel you rub your manhood all over my face. I try to get it in my mouth and use my tongue as it passes. It’s so warm and inviting against my face.

"Julia, do you want to please me?"

"Yesss" I breathlessly moan.

Then you place your cock upon my lips. I try to take it into my mouth but you pull bag as I move my head forward.

"Beg me for it my dear one."

"Please sir please let me have it."

"Have what? What do you want my Julia?"

"Your cock please give it to me." I moan, my hips gyrating with a rhythm of their own. I try to get it in my mouth again but you pull away.

"What do you want to do with it my dear?"

"Let me suck your cock. Please let me make you come in my mouth."

"Are you sure you have been good enough?"

"Oh yess I cry. I am good I’ll be so good for you. Please let me have it."

Suddenly you push your cock into my mouth as far as it will go. I gag a little but its so warm and so hard filling my mouth completely. I suck and roll my tongue all over it as you stroke in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I feel you tense and your warm seed fills my mouth. It seems like you gush forever and it starts to dribble out the side of my mouth. Slowly you start to soften and I still suck on you. You reach around and place your hand on my crotch. God how good it feels.

"Julia, do you wish to cum for me?"

"Yesss Sir please make me cum." I beg breathlessly.

"Then cum for me." as you say this you rub my clit through the nylon cat suit. And instantly waves crash across my whole being. I buck and moan as I feel the juices running down my thighs, and can hear the wet sound your hand makes against me. Again I cum, this time more powerfully. My stomach tightens and I writhe like a cat in heat against your hand.

"You are my dear girl, and you will learn much more as we go. Cum one more time for me. Cum now!"

As you say this I feel your fingers enter me and again a flood of sparks and shock go through me. The feel of your fingers incased in the nylon inside of me drives me over the edge. I scream god oh fucking god. As I buck against your hand. Then you lean down and kiss me. My whole body trembles and shakes as I lay there panting in a warm glow. You undo my hands. And start to get dressed as sleepiness comes over me. I lay breathing heavy as you leave. Wanting more so, much more.



The Third Date



The hot water encases her body in a warm cocoon. The candles lining the tub shimmer in the still water as she moves very slowly to enjoy the serenity of the surface. She knows what comes next. Pressing the soles of her feet and her upper back against each end of the tub, she ever so slowly arches her back. The long rounded lips of her pudendum gradually emerge from the still water like a periscope surfacing, searching for land. She loves gazing upon her glistening folds as the candlelight flickers on her lucious labia. She reaches for the razor.

She and Zach have already enjoyed two dates; tonight will be their third. And tonight, she knows, will be the night. Their first two dates had been wonderful evenings, but Zach had seemed a bit reticent to push the envelope after their last date. Oh, they had kissed, and touched a little, but he had declined her invitation into her apartment at the end of the evening. She can sense a palpable sexual undercurrent to their burgeoning relationship, and she knows that it will erupt tonight, at least if she has anything to say about it.

She oozes some lotion onto the palm of her hand and reaches down to apply it to her fleshy lips. She loves the way her labia bulges between her thighs, forming a puffy mound of flesh, divided by an intricate weave of tightly puckered skin. She admires the taut smooth skin of her belly and the gentle rise of her mons as her pubis arches out of the water and proudly displays itself in the candlelight. 

She lays the razor softly on her outer lip and drags it slowly and artfully along her flesh, moving with precision and care. Each stroke makes her a little smoother. She can't help but think that Zach's face will be down between her thighs before the night is over; his mouth devouring her. He'll appreciate the extra care she now takes to make herself smooth and slick. She feels a stab of desire, but resists the urge to run her fingers along her slit. She will wait to open herself later in the evening. 

They had been introduced by mutual friends at a party and he had asked for her number. She was attracted to his confidence and dry sense of humor. He had an almost goofy demeanor that belied the serious intellect that lay beneath. He hadn't become one of the more successful young lawyers in Atlanta by chance. She loved his light blue eyes, his carefully messy full head of hair and his tight wiry frame. 

Their first date had been dinner and a movie – serious conversation and a little touching. He called two days later to ask her to a Braves game. They ended up at a bar and talked for two hours, their mutual attraction becoming more evident as the alcohol loosened their libidos. He had walked her to the door that night and kissed her deeply. She had felt his hardness pressed against her and had invited him in. Amazingly, he had declined – an early meeting for him the next day – but he didn't leave before inviting her over for dinner Saturday night. 

She notices the pads of her fingers are beginning to pucker and knows it's time to get out of the tub. She slowly emerges, the water dripping off her exquisite body. She admires herself in the full length mirror. Her considerable curves are accentuated by wet skin and candlelight. Her stiff nipples punctuate her lovely full breasts and her long legs taper into a small tight triangle of downy hair at her groin. She wraps herself in a huge soft cotton towel and heads into her bedroom to dry off and get dressed.

He loves the sizzle and smell of onions as he scrapes them with his knife off the cutting board and into the frying pan. He stirs them in the butter as they brown and he thinks about the night ahead. 

Eva will be coming by around six-thirty and he has devoted his morning to shopping and this afternoon to cooking. He has planned the meal around fresh wild-caught tuna that he'd purchased that morning, along with fresh salad greens, some juicy bay scallops for an appetizer, and two bottles of a nice Beaune Meurseault. He is planning to grill and dine on the deck that cantilevers off the rear of his Buckhead condo.

He'd been drawn to Eva at first sight. They had been introduced at Chad's party and he distinctly remembered her firm grip as he shook her hand and looked into her sparkling dark brown eyes. Her chestnut brown hair was long and full and framed the delicate features of her beautiful face. She had perfect teeth, as well, and it all made for a dazzling smile. Her background of French and Lebanese descent gave her an exotic look, especially her seductive eyes. 

Zach had been careful not to stare too hard, but he couldn't resist checking out her body as they talked than evening. She stood 5'-6", a good six inches shy of him, and had a slender body with wonderful curves where they should be. She had on a short silky skirt that showed off her tremendous legs when she sat down and moved gracefully with her nice round ass when she walked. Zach found himself fantasizing about running his hand up the inside of her smooth thighs. 

Eva was the head of marketing for a regional internet company and she had the confident demeanor of a woman secure with her looks, her education and her place in the world. She was several years removed from an MBA from UCLA and had moved to Atlanta just over a year ago to take her present position. Zach was flabbergasted that she was single and, seemingly, available. He hadn't been his usual smooth self that night inviting her on their first date. He felt like he was back in high school, preparing himself for rejection. But she had accepted enthusiastically and they settled into a nice comfort zone with one another.

They had been on two dates now, and Zach had worked hard at behaving himself and letting the sexual tension build. He was so tempted to accept her invitation to come inside on their last date, but he knew where things would go. He had felt the passion in her kiss and the way she pressed her body against his. No doubt she had felt him as well. But now he is happy he has waited, because it is going to make this night very special.

He continues to slice, dice, and sauté. He is excited knowing that she will appreciate his culinary skills, or at least his effort at such. He fights the urge to think about her, knowing he shouldn't be daydreaming with a sharp knife in his hand. The meal he is carefully creating will cross her lips, and he can't wait to do the same.

Eva slides her lingerie drawer open and surveys the colorful array of her delicates. She is planning to wear her "little black dress" and feels in the mood to go black all the way. Her selection of lingerie is mind numbing. It is a weakness, she knows, and she sometimes feels like she keeps Victoria's Secret and La Perla in business. But she loves having so many choices to match her moods and situations. 

Tonight calls for careful selection, because she knows that Zach will be seeing her in whatever she selects and she wants it to be just right. Her black dress is silky and clings lovingly to her body, so she knows she needs something that will slip and slide with her movements, while revealing the smooth lines of her body. She chooses a very simple high-cut black silk bikini that she knows she fills out beautifully. A matching low-cut unlined bra and she is in business. She adds a pair of sheer black stockings to her pile and smiles thinking that she'll get to wear her new Blahniks to top off the look.

She tosses the tiny pile of undergarments onto the bed and lets the towel fall to the floor. She runs the tips of her fingers over her body, grazing her nipples as they stiffen. God, she is so damn horny and ready to fuck. She has a feeling Zach is in the same state.

She picks up her skimpy little panties and steps into them gingerly. Pulling them up over her slim thighs, she arranges what little fabric there is to encase her cute little pubis. Next she attaches her bra in front, spins it around her chest and tucks her soft boobs into the cups. The silky fabric hugs her breasts and creates a wonderful cleavage. She loves the way her upper breasts jiggle seductively when she wears this particular bra. 

She pulls on her stockings and finally dons her dress. The satin material lays beautifully on her curves and the long flowing skirt comes just below her knees. She slides her delicate feet into her high black heels and connects the straps across her slender ankles. She always feels incredibly sexy in these particular heels. Standing, she looks into the mirror and smiles. 

"This will do," she thinks to herself. Zach is going to be in for some big trouble tonight. She sashays off to the bathroom to do make-up and find the perfect perfume. 

Zach's blood pressure rises as he looks at his watch. Eva is coming in less than half an hour and he still hasn't showered. He bolts to his room, sheds his clothes, and hops into the shower. He makes quick work of things: shampoos, shaves and washes, and gets out of the shower ready for bear. He puts on his soft linen trousers, black silk shirt and dons a pair of sandals. A little cologne at his neck and his groin, a quick brush through his hair and a brief look in the mirror tells him he's ready before he heads back to the kitchen.

He makes the final arrangements, sets the table out on the deck and puts on some soothing jazz. Just as the sound starts wafting through the speakers, the doorbell rings. His pulse races as he opens the door and there she stands. Eva looks radiant, incredibly sexy and has a huge smile on her face. He embraces her and detects a hint of jasmine. Her body presses against his and he can feel the fullness of her breasts crushed against his chest. He pulls back and looks into her eyes while holding her smooth upper arms. 

"Wow. You look absolutely ravishing," Zach says in awe. He looks at the tight dress clinging to her wonderful body, her luxuriant chestnut brown hair and the sexy strapped high heels. He can't help but look her up and down and Eva smiles, not minding the ogling and compliment one bit.

"Thanks, Zach. You don't look so bad yourself."

Eva slides her arms around Zach's neck again and feels the taut muscles of his shoulders. He smells freshly showered and she wants to just nuzzle into his neck and forget about dinner. But she behaves herself and follows Zach through his condo. She is impressed with the décor, masculine, but studied. Nice colors, cool lighting and not too overdone. It's clean, but not obsessively so, and she nods her approval.

"I like what you've done with the place, Zach. How long have you been here?"

"Thanks. About a year. Bought it last spring. It's got a great location and, check this out."

He leads her through the kitchen and out onto the deck. The grade behind the condo drops off precipitously toward a ravine and the deck cantilevers out into the trees. High lattice fences on either side give it total privacy. Eva feels like she's up in a tree house.

"This deck is worth the price of admission alone," Zach says. "How about a glass of wine?"

Eva nods and looks around while Zach picks a chilled white out of the ice bucket and pours a glass for each of them. She takes the slender stemmed crystal glass and they tap their glasses together softly.

"To tonight," Zach toasts. Eva smiles and takes a sip. "Tonight," she responds. She takes another sip. Lovely stuff.

As the wine settles in nicely they get comfortable and converse while Zach starts the grill. Eva is seated with her legs crossed and her long lean thighs are on full display. Zach keeps sneaking glances while they talk and he begins grilling the scallops. Eva is doing her own surveillance and admiring Zach's lean frame and tight butt. She takes another sip of wine.

The evening progresses smoothly as the sun drops behind the trees and dusk settles in. The tuna is succulent and rare, perfectly pink and tender. Their conversation is lively, and they both eye one another with the thought that this is going to be a very special and very hot evening. 

Zach excuses himself to get dessert. He picks up the dirty dishes and heads into the kitchen. Eva watches his tall frame stride into the apartment and decides she's had enough verbal foreplay for one night. She gets up from her chair and enters the kitchen. Zach is at the sink. She walks up quietly behind him and puts her arms around his chest. She cups his pecs and presses her groin against his ass. 

"Thanks for dinner, Zach. That was marvelous."

Zach stays facing the sink, hands on the edge of the counter, while Eva caresses his chest. Her hands wander slowly down his stomach and reach his belt buckle. With great expertise she unbuckles his belt and slides it out of his pants, throwing it onto the counter. The nearness of her body and her hands moving on his make Zach's cock thicken in his pants. Eva senses it, but resists grabbing it, as much as she wants to. She will get there soon enough.

She reaches back up his chest and undoes the top button of his silk shirt, then the next, and slowly unbuttons his shirt, lingering on the last button, her hands only inches from his raging hard-on. She pulls the shirt off his shoulders and throws it onto the counter with the belt. She runs her hands over his muscular back and admires his taut physique.

Zach loves the way she is teasing him. He closes his eyes and enjoys her tender, yet firm touch. He feels her kissing his back as she runs her hands over his buttocks. His cock is fully erect and creating a huge tent in his pleated linen slacks. But he's still turned away from Eva and so far she hasn't touched him down there. He wants to grab her hand, but he takes a deep breath and enjoys her slow seduction. He hears her grab a chair next to the kitchen table and place it right behind him.

"Turn around," she whispers.

His fully engorged cock is seriously stretching his trousers as he turns and leans his ass against the counter. Eva is seated now and her eyes open in astonishment as she sees Zach complete his turn.

"Oh my. What do we have here?" she says with a wicked smile. "Someone looks awfully excited. We might just have to do something about this."

She leans down and unhooks his sandals. Then she looks up into Zach's eyes as she sits up straight and unclasps his pants and slowly, slowly, unzips his fly. He is not wearing underwear, so she unzips carefully as his huge member strains forward. His pants drop to the floor and he pushes them aside. He is now stark naked and fully erect in front of her. 

She pulls the chair in close, places her hands on the front of his thighs and leans in to give the tip of his cock a light, wet kiss. Zach catches his breath. Eva looks at his stiff cock and licks her lips. He's a little bigger and thicker than she'd imagined. And his cock is ramrod straight and jutting from his body at a very nice angle. The crown of his penis is large and round and it appears that he shaves and grooms himself carefully. 

"You've got a very nice dick, Zach. I don't know what you had planned for dessert, but this looks good to me," she says with a wicked smile.

She cups both hands under his low-hanging balls, lifts his cock up and slips it into her wet and waiting mouth. It's warm and smooth, but rock hard under the thin ridged skin. She absorbs half of the length with her full lips and feels Zach suck in his breath. She kneads his balls gently and slowly disengorges his cock, letting it fall from her mouth. She holds it aloft and kisses her way down the shaft, all the while looking into his eyes. 

"Fuck, Eva. That feels so damn good," he exclaims. 

She slips off the chair and onto her knees, holding his cock aloft in one hand while she uses the other to guide one of his huge balls into her mouth. She licks and sucks and smothers attention on his sac, first one, then the other, pulling the entire ball sac into her willing mouth as she makes warm sucking sounds. The feeling is exhilarating; warm, wet and wonderful. Zach loves to have his balls licked and sucked and Eva can tell that her attention to his sac is meeting with rave reviews.

"You like that, baby?" she asks in a soft voice.

"Oh, yeah. Keep sucking."

Eva moans softly as she sucks and licks some more. She works her way slowly back up his thick shaft, enjoying the nuances of veins and the long thick sensitive ridge on the underside of his rigid flesh. She sits back in the chair again and gently guides his cock back to her hungry mouth, maintaining intense eye contact as she begins to suck his cock – back and forth, in and out. She lets his cock slip out of her mouth and spits saliva onto his cock and goes back to sucking in earnest. 

She gags slightly as she goes deeper and Zach can't stop watching the incredible sight of his cock stretching Eva's full lips. No teeth, just smooth, slick lips and mouth. She moans quietly as she sucks and the vibration of her vocal chords adds a deeper dimension to her oral assault. She keeps taking him a little deeper, a little harder and a little faster. Zach begins to feel like he may unload in her mouth and he's not sure she's ready for that.

"Eva, you're gonna make me come, baby. You should stop."

She lets his cock slide seductively out of her mouth.

"I want you to come in my mouth, Zach. I want to taste you. Come for me. Fuck my mouth."

She now begins to slide his dick in and out of her mouth with a hungry abandon. Zach can't resist the sight of watching her suck his cock, taking him deep. His beloved cock slides in and out of this beautiful woman's face; stretching her gorgeous full lips. She keeps trying to take him deeper, but she gags each time. She maintains eye contact and as they gaze into each other's eyes, Zach feels the familiar feeling welling up in his groin. This is going to be a monster explosion; he is so turned on.

As he nears the brink he feels one of her hands leave his balls and reach down between his legs. He feels her stroking his anal opening and then suddenly feels her finger slowly slide deep into his anus. As she sucks madly she also begins to stroke his prostate. Zach can't believe the combination of feelings suddenly streaming through his lower body. He begins to convulse.

"Oh fuck Eva! Here I come, baby!"

And with that he unleashes a huge spurt of semen, followed by another, and then another, deep into her throat. She keeps sucking and pulling and kneading like she can't get enough of his cock or his cum. He is shaking with an orgasmic convulsion and his erratic breathing gradually begins to slow and normalize. 

"Oh, Eva, baby. That was incredible. Where did you learn to do that? You are so fucking hot."

Eva giggles and lets some of Zach's cum drip out of her mouth and down onto the top of her bulging cleavage. She keeps sucking a bit longer and seems totally absorbed in licking and sucking on his semen. 

"Let's just say I learned it here and there," she grins. "I love cum, baby. It's something you should know about me. I'm a bad girl."

Zach laughs and strokes her beautiful full head of hair.

"You are a bad girl, Eva. Very bad."

Eva stands up and moves back a few steps and begins to sway to the music, closing her eyes and reaching her hands above her head. Zach's cock is still spasming and he sees drops of his semen sitting atop her luscious breasts. It's time for him to take the lead.

"One good turn deserves another. Turn around, baby, and hold the counter," he commands.

Eva turns, grabs the counter and sticks out her sweet round ass toward Zach. 

"What are you going to do to me, Zach?" she asks in a sultry voice. 

"Well, if you're talking about later tonight I'm going to fuck you like you haven't been fucked in a long time, very deep and very hard," he croons.

"Ooooh. I can't wait to have your big cock inside me, fucking me."

"But if you're talking about what I'm going to do to you in the next half hour, well, I'm going to slowly undress you, find out what kind of sexy lingerie you put on for me tonight. I'll wager whatever little panties you wore tonight are soaking wet right now," Zach seethes.




The Third Date



"Well, that's a bet you'd win Zach," Eva says as she wiggles her silk-clad ass in a sexy up and down motion. Zach leans his cock into the pronounced crease of her round buttocks and curves his body forward over hers until he is whispering in her ear. 

"But right now, I'm going put you on the counter and I'm going to tease and kiss and lick and suck and finger your hot little pussy until you come all over my face."

"Oh, Zach. Do you promise?" she says in a whimper.

"Stand up a little straighter," he demands.

She stands up with her hands still on the counter edge. Zach runs his hand over her body, over her dress. Her body feels firm, but round and soft in all the right places. It is obvious she is serious shape. He cups her soft buns and feels no obvious panties. He slides his hands up to her bare shoulders and kneads her muscles in a deep circular motion. Eva moans approval. He leans into kiss her neck, breathing into her ear, telling her how fucking sexy she is and how turned on he is, even though he just had one of the best orgasms of his life.

He strokes her shapely arms, then plucks the straps of her little black dress off her shoulders and lowers them along her upper arm. He leans forward to enjoy the view and sees the lace at the top of her sexy bra cupping her full breasts. He reaches down and grabs the hem of her dress and slowly slides it up her thighs, over her hips and along her slender torso. She reaches her arms into the air and Zach slips the dress up and over her outstretched arms. 

She reaches her arms back and caresses Zach's head while he cups her beautiful bra-clad breasts. There is something about a woman with her arms in the air, he thinks to himself, that makes her breasts irresistible and accessible to the touch. He caresses their fullness, admiring their supple texture and soft buoyancy. He lightly pinches her distended nipples through the thin silky fabric to gauge her reaction. A soft moan tells him all he needs to know and he pinches just a little harder. She writhes against his hardness.

He leans back to enjoy the view and sees the thin straps of a tiny thong arching over her hips and connecting into one thin strap of material, following the round curves of her ass and disappearing into the deep crevice of her ass cheeks. Very sexy, he thinks. This is one serious, fucking body. And he is only beginning to explore it. 

He unclasps her bra in one swift motion and leans into watch over her shoulder as it falls away. There, hanging before him, are her glorious breasts. They stand up firm and proud, nipples pointing skyward and slightly to the side. Her nipples are dark and already very stiff; her aureolae are the size of a silver dollar; round and perfectly smooth. He nibbles on her neck as he looks down at their exquisite shape and fullness.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers. "So very beautiful." 

She grinds her ass into his groin and the skin of her buttocks feels hot and smooth along his hardening cock. He reaches around under her arms and cups her breasts from below, feeling their weight and texture. They feel wonderful in his hands; soft and full with skin the texture of silk. He delicately squeezes her distended nipples again with the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She moans and grinds her ass into his cock, while he licks and kisses her neck. 

"Turn around," he whispers into her ear. She turns, places her hands on the edge of the counter and stares into his eyes. He looks deeply into hers, then leans in ever so slowly to kiss her mouth. He kisses her lightly at first, grazing her lips with his. Time seems suspended for a few moments as they gently tease each other with soft delicate kisses. But their gentle kissing begins to heat up; her tongue probes forth and he meets it head on. Soon his tongue is swirling deeply in her mouth and they are locked in a deep wet French kiss. He can taste himself. Eva leans back.

"Do you like the taste of your cum, Zach?"

"Only when it's already in your mouth, sweetie," he retorts. 

"Mmmm. Good answer."

They kiss deeply again, their breathing quickening. Zach pulls back slightly and begins to kiss along the nape of her neck, nibbling lightly on her ear lobe. He breathes into her ear.

"Time to explore the landscape," he says. 

He kisses and licks his way down her shoulder and onto the soft slope of her upper breast. Eva strokes his hair as he heads south, kissing and tonguing his way to her nipples. He goes around each nipple without touching either one. Eva coos encouragement. He finally zeroes in on her aureola and opens his mouth wide to accept her nipple into his mouth. With his mouth full of saliva he sucks ever so gently on her stiff nipple and flicks it with his tongue. His hands hold her slender waist while he dines on her stiff distensions. He kneads her breasts tenderly and pulls her nipples up into his mouth. Eva writhes with lust as Zach sucks her nipples just the way she likes. He slows his pace and starts to work his way down across the smooth skin of her stomach.

Zach sits again in the chair and is now face to face with her glorious hips. He encircles her waist and cups her luscious buttocks as he kisses his way lower and lower on her stomach. Eva begins to push his head toward her center. She is getting inpatient now and needs his mouth upon her. Zach slips his fingers beneath the thin straps of her thong and pulls down. The thong is already deeply entrenched in her groove, and he pulls to disengage it from her folds. He can already smell the perfume of her arousal. Her scent is subtle, but strong. Zach's head spins with sensual overload.

He pulls her thong all the way to the floor as she casually steps out it. He looks up and is staring at a beautiful sight: Eva's shaved pussy is inches from his face. A tuft of soft downy hair sits atop the vee of her mons. She arches her back slightly and pushes her hips forward, her legs slightly spread as she leans her ass against the counter. Her pudendum is round and pronounced, sloping forward in a gentle hill from her toned stomach. The folds of her labia are round and fleshy, bisected by tight folds of darker skin that he will soon open. He whistles under his breath. Her pussy mound is the epitomy of beauty. The sight if it's fullness and the scent of her own arousal makes him want to touch it, lick it, suck it, kiss it, and fuck it. 

Eva looks down at her tender admirer. She reaches down and with two fingers of her right hand, gently spreads her pussy lips. Zach's eyes are agog with desire. He is not the first man to stare in amazement at the perfect symmetry and fullness of her beauty. She pulls the skin back a little more to expose her clit. It is already distended with desire and she can detect her aroma wafting up to her flaring nostrils. 

"Lick me, Zach," she demands, matter-of-factly.

"No need to ask twice, baby. Scoot your sweet ass up onto the counter."

Eva hops onto the counter, spreads her legs gracefully and places her feet on either side of Zach's head, supported on the back of the chair. This move has totally exposed her pussy to his view. He runs his hands lightly over her skin, avoiding her pussy for the moment, but circling in closer and closer. He leans in to kiss the inside of her thighs, one side, then the other. He nibbles slowly toward her center. She is gyrating her hips slightly, trying to lock him into her. 

Zach gazes in wonderment at the beautiful pussy before him. He's certainly seen his share, but Eva has a sexual forwardness and comfort with her body that he has rarely experienced. She is exposing her wet essence to him, and he feels almost powerless to resist her beauty. Her sweet aroma is a complete aphrodisiac and he feels drawn into her. 

As she spreads her legs, her inner labia unfurl from their hiding place. Their thin curled ridges lay open and pink, contained by the round fleshy ridges of her majora. She is already wet with excitement, her juices dripping down into the beautiful puckered star of her anus. 

With a feather light touch he uses the tip of his tongue to explore her sex. He tastes her tangy love and licks her pussy with the wonderment of a child licking his first lollipop. She tastes like warm honey. She pushes her mons forward to meet his tongue. He begins to lick up and down her slit, sliding all the way down to include her ass. Eva writhes as Zach increases the pressure of his tongue and begins to slip it into her gaping slit. 

"Yeah, lick me Zach. Lick my cunt, baby."

Eva feels Zach pick up the pace. She looks down on his sweet face, eyes closed, tongue distended and probing deep into her pussy. She pushes herself into his face to find the right place. She talks to him, telling him where to lick, how hard, how fast. He follows her directions and settles into a nice rhythm. 

"Yeah, Zach. Right there. Oh shit, that's the spot. Don't stop. Fuck! Don't stop."

Zach zeroes in on her clit. Her movements tell him she is over soft and subtle and ready for hard, fast sucking. He pulls her lips aside with his fingers and focuses on her nub of nerves. It's stiff and sensitive to each movement of his tongue. While he mounts a full-on assault with his mouth, he slips his hand down lower and slides his middle finger into her recesses. She moans her approval. There's room for more, so he slips his ring finger in as well. Her cunt feels warm and slick to his touch.

He inserts his two fingers fully, then curves them under her pubic bone and begins to hook them forward against the outer wall of her pubic bone. Eva gasps and lifts her hips to allow him full and open access. She wants to absorb, to suck him into her body, to give herself completely to him. 

Zach begins to move his tongue rapidly over her clit, alternating sucking and licking, with his fingers pulling on her at a frantic pace deep inside her pussy. He slides the thumb of his left hand into her well lubricated ass up to the first knuckle. She now feels fully engorged and excited. Her hips dance in a rhythmic acceptance of all his probing and oral assaults.

"Right there, Zach. Suck my pussy. Suck it. Ohhhh."

Zach feels her orgasm come quickly and violently. She drives her cunt into his face and mouth, wanting more, moaning loudly. Her hips spasm and she makes short breathy involuntary noises. Zach locks in on her clit and feels her pussy muscles clench rhythmically against his deeply embedded fingers. Her orgasm slowly subsides and Zach backs off the pressure slowly. She lowers her ass cheeks onto the granite counter, slippery with her secretions. Her pussy is bright pink and gaping. Her clit is huge and distended with excitement.

"Well, Zach. I would say that is proper payback. Damn, that was good."

Zach stands up and leans into her face.

"And since you shared with me, it's only fair to let you get a taste of yourself."

He kisses her deeply, their juices and saliva intermingling in a swirl of sexual secretions. Zach's cock is still semi-hard and the fervor of Eva's deep kissing revives him to full attention. Eva reaches down to cup his erection.

"So, Zach, where's the bedroom?"

"Upstairs," Zach replies. 

Eva's eyes glisten as she looks at him seductively.

"So I'm going to go upstairs and use the bathroom. Why don't you get another bottle of wine and a couple glasses and join me upstairs?"

"I'm right behind you." 

Zach watches Eva walk toward the stair, admiring the tight twitch and sexy sway of her beautiful ass. What a gorgeous creature, he thinks to himself. He cleans up around the kitchen, opens a new bottle of wine, grabs a couple of stems and heads for his bedroom. His erection has subsided a bit, but he's still turgid with anticipation and he knows it won't take much to bring him back to rigidity. His cock dangles and flops as he climbs the stairs, wondering what he'll find when he arrives.

Eva freshens up and checks out Zach's master suite. A big Jacuzzi sits next to the window in the bathroom and a giant King size bed dominates the bedroom. A large plasma screen TV sits on the wall opposite the bed. Very classy, she thinks to herself. She props herself up on the big cluster of pillows and spreads her legs. She runs her hand down over her swollen pussy and begins to lightly rub herself. 

Zach enters the room with a bottle in one hand and two glasses dangling in the other. She looks his body up and down and feels a tingle. He's got a nice lean body, just the way she likes them, and his cock is still semi-hard and dangling cutely between his muscular thighs. She inserts her middle finger into her pussy while he approaches, then looking him in the eye, puts her finger into her mouth to taste herself.

Zach smiles at this beautiful vision, spread-eagled in his bed. He stops by the side of the bed, pours two glasses of wine and hands one to Eva. They each take a sip and place the glasses on the side table. Zach crawls up on the bed, kneels between her spread legs and leans in to give her a peck on the cheek.

"So when did you know you were going to fuck me?" he queries.

"Early on our first date. I had pretty much made up my mind by then. How about you?" she asks".

"While I was shaking your hand when we were introduced," he replies. She gives him a light tap. 

"Oh, you're bad. Then how come it took Mr. Big Shot until the third date to get down to business?"

"Well, I didn't want to rush things. I knew it was going to be good and I wanted to let things unfold naturally," he says. "Don't you usually wait until the third date?"

"Never. I always make my mind up on the first date. So there isn't going to be a second date unless I'm going to fuck somebody. And, to tell you the truth, I've never had anybody turn me down on the second date, until you," she smiles.

"Well there's a first time for everything."

"But you're going to fuck me now, aren't you?"

Her head is propped on the pillow and her legs are spread. Zach places an elbow on either side of her and leans down for a deep kiss. His cock is rock hard again and he lets its length graze over her pubic bone.

"I most certainly am." 

He feels her arching her pelvis to rub against his hard prick. He lets the head of his cock dip along her crease and slide up against her clit. He is teasing her, but knows this won't last long. 

"In a few short minutes I'm going to slip my cock into you nice and slow."

"Well then do it already," she demands.

Eva feels his glans teasing her opening and wants him to shove it in. She needs him to fuck her now, not later. She grabs his tight muscular buttocks and pulls him toward her. He dips the end of his cock into her dripping hole, but resists going too deep just yet. He can feel how well lubricated she is. He begins to slide in and out at a nice easy pace, only inserting about a third of his cock into her. She knows he's got more. 

"Come on, Zach. Fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you a little faster?"

He increases the pace, but not the depth.

"Yes, Zach. Come on, give it to me."

"You want me to fuck you a little deeper?"

He slides in past the half-way point. 

"Oh, yes! Deeper!"

"Do you want all of me?" he asks.

"Yes, damn it!"

With that he slides in hard, all the way to the root; pubic bone to pubic bone. Eva lets out a guttural groan of animal lust. She grabs his butt cheeks and pulls him in, again and again and again. He begins to pummel her, his cock like a well-oiled piston, pumping in and out of her cunt. They are both talking, saying dirty things to one another, intermingled with heavy breathing and moans. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together creates a steamy sexual atmosphere. Zach pushes up on his arms, spreads his legs and leans on his knees for maximum leverage and movement. He begins to pound his cock into her and she encourages him with each thrust. 

"Come on, Zach. Fuck me harder!" she screams. "Faster!"

Zach reaches down and slides his hands under butt cheeks, then begins to fuck her with all he's got. They fuck like two animals in heat, wanting everything the other has. Eva keeps encouraging Zach and he fucks her like there is no tomorrow. They are sweating and grunting and fucking deep; their bodies slamming together.

'I wanna be on top," she screams. 

Without missing a beat, they flip over, never disengaging. Zach lays on his back and Eva mounts him, sitting up high. She begins to bounce up and down, her breasts jiggling wildly with each thrust. Zach's hands are on her hips, guiding her and trying to synchronize his movements with hers. She is moaning loudly, getting good clitoral stimulation from this position. 

She then leans forward and grabs the head of the bed, her body hovering at an angle above him. Her beautiful breasts are jiggling just inches from his face. She begins more of a sliding back and forth movement, as opposed to up and down. She is so wet that the suctioning of their genitals is producing a wet slurpy sound of deep sexual union. She begins to move hard and fast, obviously finding a groove to her liking. Her pumping is causing the headboard to slam into the wall, adding a loud banging to their rhythm. 

Eva feels an orgasm welling up from deep within. She's found the spot, found the groove, and she goes with it, pushing herself to maintain the rhythm. Zach feels she's building up to come, and he knows he's right there too.

"Come on, Eva. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder!

She begins to say "Oh Yeah", over and over and over again. The bed is creaking with the intense movement of their fucking and both feel orgasms building up. There's no stopping them now. They are on a relentless hunt and Eva's panting and groaning have Zach in a state of bliss. 

"FUCK," Eva yells. At that moment they come crashing together, muscles spasming, her cunt squeezing, his cock erupting. Their mutual orgasm is a gush of sexual fluids and loud guttural moans. They collapse in a sweaty heap onto Zach's bed, panting and awash in a comfortable post-fuck glow. They snuggle together and laugh at the intensity of the past hour. 

The night is still young, and Zach and Eva both know they are going to push the boundaries of their sexual stamina. Brief respites of rest are punctuated by intense sex and both of them are in awe of the other's energy and creativity. They spend the night in a sexual bubble, locking out the outside world and focusing on one another's pleasure and exploring the others' limits. 

"So what will we do for an encore?" Eva asks. "Are you going to ask me out again?" she smiles and lightly strokes his cock. 

"I don't know," Zach jokes. "I might have to think about that one." She pinches his butt.

"Well, if this third date is any indication, I can't wait to see what the next date will bring." 

She leans down to take his languid cock into her mouth. She gently massages his balls as his fingers wander up her thigh to explore her wetness.