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Matilda

By: Victor C. Anderson



From the Life and Times of Horatio Blackmon

"Luda? This is Mattie."

"Yes, I know its six in the morning."

"No, it can't wait 'til later. He'll be up by then."

"Race-Horatio- that's who."

"Yes, he's still here."

"Well, I consider him your boyfriend, too."

"Well, thank you. I didn't know I was such an ugly old broad that you had to have your boyfriend give me a mercy fuck."

"Yes, I know I hadn't had a man in fifteen years. I am a widow, you know!"

"Well, Luda, I'm sorry if I hadn't been reared to hop into bed before my husband was cold. I felt a decent period of mourning was required. At least a year. And you know what the choices are out there. Would you have even thought about having sex with a colored man if Race didn't work with us?"

"Well, that's it sort of. I mean ... I thought you and him were an item."

"Luda, I still consider him your boyfriend, but I'm not sure he does."

"Well, I have never been made love to like I that. He did things to me that my husband never did."

"Yes, he performed oral sex on me."

"You know, Luda, you're my best friend, but you can be so crude at times."

"Three times, okay! He ate my pussy three times! Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Three."

"Yes, I said three. He made love to me three times."

"No, I've never been fucked tree times in a night before."

"No, I've never been fucked three times in a week before either, satisfied?"

"The first time was on Friday, as soon as we got to my house."

"We went directly to the bedroom and made love."

"Really, Luda! Well, he practically pushed me into the bedroom and began undressing. I did the same. When we were nude, he pulled backed the covers on the bed and indicated I should get in. Imagine, being invited into my own bed! Well, I laid down and spread my legs. He climbed on top of me and put himself in me. Well, at least the head. You know what they say about learning how to ride a bike? Once you learn you never forget? Well, that's not true about sex. I really didn't know what to do. Harold used to just get on top of me, sort of thrust at me for several minutes, and then it would all be over. But Race didn't do that. I felt him enter me, then he stopped. He asked me how long it had been. When I told him, he then said that I had become a virgin again, and he would have to open me slow."

"Well ... not since Harold died."

"I know that was fifteen years ago."

"No, he didn't say anything like that. He told me to relax and then pushed into me some more. He then kissed my cheeks, one then the other. Next thing I knew he was all the way in. I started to move but he told me to lie still, that I would need time to adjust to having a man inside me. He then asked the most personal questions."

"I know being screwed is a most personal thing, Luda."

"Did I lubricate when I had sex?" Had I ever been with anyone other than Harold?" What types of sexual positions I had engaged in?" I felt so embarrassed to have to confess that I had all the sexual expertise of a virgin. But having to confess my inexperience made me wet down there. I don't remember that happening with Harold. Race then began moving on top of me. I started to move too, but he told me I didn't have to, that this was only our first fuck-his word, Luda-and its meant only to break the ice between us. Imagine that, having sex as an icebreaker? And he was going to do it to me again!"

"Well, Luda, I lay there and let him have his way with me. It really felt good, though, to feel him entering and leaving me, better than it had with Harold. Does he always talk all the time he's doing it?"

"He kept saying how much he enjoyed fucking me-his words, again-how I was tight like a virgin, how he liked the softness of my body, how he would make up for those fifteen years without a man. Then he laid himself on top of me and I knew he was ... well, you know. He just laid there, kissing my cheeks and ears, thanking me-thanking me! Then he pulled out and rolled to my side. I started to get up, like I did with Harold, but he put his hand on my thigh. He said I should wait, enjoy the feel of his semen in me. God, I had never thought of that being enjoyable! But it was, knowing that I had drawn that from him. He then asked me how it felt, being covered with sweat from making love, feeling a man's juices run from my pussy-his word, again, Luda. Then he bent over and kissed my breasts. Right on the nipples! First one, then the other! Then he nipped them!"

"That's right, Luda, he took a little bite on the underside of one, licked the spot, then did the same thing to the other one. I almost had another orgasm right then, just from that! Then he kissed my belly and stuck his tongue in my navel. I did have an orgasm then. As I was shaking and quivering, he climbed back on top of me, and just went in to the hilt. I have to admit, Luda, he fucked me but good. This was no making love, no sirree! He rode me hard! He told me to squeeze him with my pussy muscles-his words-and I did. Well, at least I tried. And he told me to wrap my legs around him, and I did that too. And my arms. I held him as tight as I could and then I went blind."

"Yes, Luda, I went blind! There was this white flash and then I couldn't see anything. Then there was this heat throughout my body like I was having hot flashes again, and then I began to sweat all over, even down there. When those flashes began to wear off, my sight came back and I saw that Race was laying on his back next to me, breathing real, real heavy. He was covered with sweat too. And his-his you know-was covered with this creamy looking stuff."

"I know what's it called, Luda. It's just that I never looked at Harold's-you know-after we did it. We'd finish, I would go to the bathroom and clean myself up, then he would go. I had thought I'd do the same with Race, but like I said, he stopped me the first time, and this second time I was worn out! Now I know what they mean being rode hard and put up wet. I just lay there."

"No, we didn't go to sleep like that. After about five minutes, he was breathing normal again. And he started to compliment me. An old crone like me! Said I was one fantastic fuck. That it had been a waste not to have men enjoying my body for the last fifteen years! That he was going to make up for it, going to get fifteen years of fucking out of me. He then climbed over me to get out of the bed. I thought he was going to fuck me again, but he just wanted to clean up."

"Of course I wouldn't have stopped him! Don't think I could've if I wanted to. But now that I know what's like to really be ... fucked ... I'd never say no to him."

"When Race got up, he didn't just go into the bathroom and clean up. He pulled me in their with him. He made me prepare a douche. ... And he put it in me!"

"That's right. He said that I should not be ashamed of my body or any of its functions. That I should consider myself the Temple of Matilda and he was the high priest. Temple of Matilda! Oh, Luda!"

"He hung the bag over the shower head, sat me in the tub and got in right behind me. We sat there, spoon fashion, his arms around me, the nozzle firmly inside me. He kept talking about how I should always take care of my body, especially after sex, and that as my high priest, it was his solemn duty to keep the temple pure. While he was talking he released the fluid and I never felt so clean and so dirty-well, naughty-at the same time."

"Well, he then ran a really hot bath, and while the tub was filling up, he  Then he bathed me, and himself. When he put the cloth between my legs I tensed. I don't know why, considering all we had just done, but I did. He kept washing me down there, saying that he was going to spend most of today with his face down there, and he wanted me to be fresh and clean."

"Well, after he toweled us both dry, he kissed me down there. Then my belly, then breasts. I thought he was going to make love to me again, but he stopped and told me to get dressed and fix dinner! Just like that, go fix dinner as if I was his wife and he just got home from work."

"I got dressed and fixed dinner"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?"

"He got dressed, then went into the living room and turned on the television."

"I don't know. News, I think."

"Well, when I finished fixing dinner, I set the table, called him, and we had dinner."

"Yes, that's it. Just like we were married."

"No, we just talked about the office, what prospects I thought would work out, things like that."

"No, we didn't talk about you."

"No, Luda, he didn't mention you at all."

"Well, after dinner, I cleaned up the dishes while he went back to watching television."

"Well, when the dishes were done, I came in and watched television with him."

"That's it. Well, almost. He did insist that I sit on his lap."

"Well, I couldn't really say no, could I?"

"Well, ... he made me spread my dress so that my legs were sitting on his legs."

""Well, no ... he also made me take off my panties."

"He played with me down there."

"He kept his hand under my dress, is what I mean. He kept doing things while we watched television."

"Like rubbing the inside of my thighs. And putting his fingers into me. And playing with my love button. And running his fingers through my hair down there."

"You betcha I came! He had me squirming and bouncing all over him!"

"He just held me until I calmed down. He then told me to go get a bath towel."

"Of course I got one!"

"He spread it in his lap, and told me to sit down just like I was sitting."

"You bet I did!"

"He began playing with me down there again."

"Not right away. He seemed to know when I was getting close, and would stop and wait."

"For the rest of the evening. Good thing he thought of the towel, I was flowing like the Mississippi!"

"Well, after the news went off, he put two fingers in me-I think it was two-twisted them or turned them or something, then rubbed my button again and made me see stars!"

"After I calmed down again, he had me stand up, and said it was way past his bed time. Then he kissed me, and headed for the bedroom."

"I followed him."

"We got undressed and went to bed."

"No, Luda, it was just that way. Just like we'd being doing this for years."

"Yeah. When he was naked his .... his ...."

"Right. Well, it was pointing straight at me."

"Well, he pulled me into his arms and we sort of sank to the bed."

"Well, by the time we were on the bed it was in me again and we just made love again."

"Well, we sort of fell asleep like that."

"I mean we did it until he ... you know ...then we stayed ... linked ... and just went to sleep."

"Well, that's how I woke up."

"Race? Well, he's still asleep ... I'll call you back ... later!"

Matilda the Stone Fairy



My name is Matilda, and I used to be a fairy. A long time ago my people were many. We were small, beautiful, full of magic, and generally good people. But not all of us were good. Not all of us were fairies. Some of us changed when we became angry. It took a lot of anger for it to happen, but if we became angry enough a fairy would transform into an ugly raging giant. We called these fairies witches.

Our people had a queen. She was queen over all the fairies in the world. It was her wish to redeem the lost. These witches used to be our sisters after all. Killing them would be inhumane as would abandoning them to the wilderness to suffer in their rage. So scouts were chosen each year to hunt them down, and when I came of age I was one of the chosen. I was fast and nimble which was important for the hunt. But most important of all was my gift in magic. Magical power was crucial for casting the redeeming spell that turned a witch back into a fairy.

My best friend and scouting partner was Luanna. We had grown up together and were trained to hunt witches as a team. She was faster than me and good at flushing them out. She would drive them toward me with her battle cry, and I would use my magical talents to do the rest. 

But the witches were clever. They lived in the caves in the hills. They knew that inside the stone they were safe from us. Because inside the stone, cut off from the celestial lights, a fairy lost her strength. So it was only during the day, when the witches came down into the forest to gather ingredients for their spells, that we could hunt them.

One day Luanna and I came upon a witch bent down next to a stream catching frogs along the water's edge. It was strange to see one alone like this as they usually travelled in pairs. One would gather while the other served as a lookout. I tried to warn Luanna, but she was always so headstrong. I saw a smile form on her lips. I wanted to call out a warning, but I didn't want to give away our position either. She took off and began to circle around. She was going to drive the witch toward me. It was a trap we had set many times before, but this time we were the prey. 

When Luanna gave her battle cry the witch stood, but she did not run. Then the forest filled with the cackling laughter of a hundred witches. In either hand the hag held a stone. She was not hunting for frogs. She was preparing a spell. We were surrounded. When Luanna heard the laughter and saw the witch was not fleeing she stopped in midair. The fear I saw in her eyes, the same fear I felt in my heart, froze us both for a moment. That moment was all it took for the witch to complete her spell. When she slammed the rocks together in her hands, stone erupted from the earth and encased my friend in a rocky tomb. 

I cannot describe the anger this murder put in me. I can only measure it by what I did to avenge her death. There were in our world other dark creatures, much darker than witches. The darkest of all was the phantasm, an undead remnant of an evil creature. These creatures were not natural and could not be redeemed. Their touch was deadly, and they killed without warning. They were the only creatures our queen allowed us to kill. The only way to kill a phantasm was to send it into the heart of the sun. We did this with a spell, one I had practiced many times. When the witch with the stones turned to kill me as she had Luanna, she saw my eyes glow with a violent light. I had become a singularity, a portal into the heart of the sun. Out of control in my rage everything in the valley was consumed by my spell, and that day thousands died in the sun.

On that day I changed. My fairy wings shattered. I grew to become a giant like the witches. My guilt overwhelmed me, and I became afraid. I ran to the caves and hid in the darkness, certain that when the queen heard of my sins she would send an army to kill me. 

In the caves I was alone. The other witches heard what I had done and were afraid to be near me. My only companion was the darkness. I could feel its power flowing into me, and I wanted to get closer to it. So I climbed deeper into the earth. The deeper I went the safer I felt from the queen and her armies. I went far deeper than any fairy could survive. Still I wanted to find the source of this power. I wanted to escape my loneliness. I travelled down until I found the bottom, the great hall. It was filled with ancient witches' bones baked by the heat of the earth. Here I went insane.

I could not tell if it was years or decades or even centuries that I sat in the great hall blanketed in darkness. I was alone, but I gave voices to the skulls I found on the floor. The skulls became my friends, and they warned me of the queen's coming wrath. They told me the fairies had found a way to survive inside the caves without the celestial lights. They were hunting for me now, and I believed them. I started hearing scouts calling through the caverns. It was only a matter of time before they would find me. I would have to strike first, the skulls told me. All this time in the dark had made me very powerful. I could easily destroy the queen before she destroyed me.

So I listened to the skulls, I followed their advice, and I killed the queen. I emerged from the caves one night. It was a night when the sky was filled with clouds. The clouds blocked out the celestial lights making fairy magic weak. I made my way to the queen's tree and called out to her. When she emerged I struck two stones together, casting the spell that had killed my friend Luanna. 

Without a queen the earth's magic was thrown out of balance, and all the dark magic I had stored within made me seem all powerful. Still I feared the other fairies. I feared they would come to avenge their fallen queen. The only way to protect myself was to destroy them all. So I went back to my cave and called down a rain of stones. For seven days it rained until all living things on earth were buried in the rubble. 

I stayed in my cave for many days after the storm. No fairy armies came to punish me. Even the witches who had lived there before were gone. The loneliness tearing at my heart sent me down into the great hall again hoping to speak with the skulls. But the skulls said nothing to me. I reached out to the darkness, but it was no longer there. The power was gone. The room was cold. All was quiet. 

So I left my cave and wandered the valleys. They were hardly recognizable now under the undulating piles of stone. But I walked. And as I walked I forgot. And as I forgot, my fear began to leave me. It took centuries, but eventually my insanity left with my fear. And with my insanity gone I began to long for the world I had lost. 

One day as I wandered across the stones I came to a familiar valley. It was the valley where I was born. All fairies are born from trees, and I knew from the shape of the land exactly where my mother tree stood. So I went there, wanting to see her again. I used my bare hands to dig back the stones. It took many months, but eventually I uncovered her and found that my storm spell had turned her into stone as well. I looked at her for many days after the work was done, my memories of childhood welling up inside me. I saw everything I had lost and everything I had thrown away. I wanted to apologize, but my mother couldn't hear me anymore. So I fell against her trunk and wept. And for the first time in a thousand years I fell asleep. 

When I awoke the next day I found something amazing had happened. The place on my mother's trunk where I slept had turned to wood. Wherever I touched the stone on her body she turned to wood. I climbed up into her branches and made my way toward the door of my house. I wanted to look inside. And the closer I got to the opening the smaller I got. I began to shrink. I became smaller and smaller until I reached the doorway and was small enough to enter. 

The inside of my house was empty. There was nothing left here from my memories. There was however something new, something I didn't remember. There was an impression in the wall shaped like the inside of a mask. It was my face. The eyes were cut out. They were black holes. When I put my face into the impression and looked through the eyes I saw another world. It was your modern world. I was looking into a little girl's bedroom, a little girl who reminded me of Luanna. 

Luanna spoke to me from the other side of the mask. She knew my name. I would speak back, but she could not hear me. Still I talked to her anyway. It took away my loneliness. Often she spoke about her mother. She was adopted, and her mother did not treat her well. She was told to stay in her room. Her meals were brought to her door. She wasn't allowed to go outside and play after school. Her mother called her mean names and never held her. The more I learned of this woman the more obvious it became to me that Luanna had been adopted by a witch. I wanted to hate her mother. I wanted to destroy her. But all I had to do was take my face away from the mask to see what my anger had done to my world. If I could help Luanna would I do this to her world as well?

The answer came one evening as Luanna was asleep. I kept my face pressed inside the mask watching her, afraid for her. Many evenings I had done this, worried by the sounds I heard outside her door. There were curses and angry laughter. Sometimes things would shatter. A glass would be broken, or a piece of furniture would be hurled against a wall. Then the witch would stumble and fall, and there would be more angry cursing. This night the hag found the door to Luanna's room and threw it open. She began hurling insults at the girl who awoke with a fright. Luanna huddled up in the corner of the bed next to me, but her mother grabbed at her feet and began dragging her from the bed. She cried out my name. And when she did the prison I was trapped in released me, and I was there in the room with them.

"Let go of Luanna, witch," I said, and the old hag froze in fear. 

Luanna scurried over to me. 

"What are you doing in my house?" the woman asked, staggering towards me. She slurred her words as she spoke. "And who are you to call me a witch? You don't know me. You don't know what I've been through." 

"If you are a witch," I said, "this will show us." And I cast the redemption spell. The hag shrank with a squeal that turned into a squeak. It had worked. My spell had turned her into a fairy. 

Luanna was amazed and pulled at my hand. "Who are you?" she asked. 

"I'm Matilda," I replied.

"You don't look like her."

How did she know what I looked like, I wondered. Then I saw the small stone statue on the nightstand next to her bed. It was the queen. She had been turned to stone. She had been my prison. At her feet was an engraving of my name. I had not destroyed the world. The night I thought I killed her, I had walked into her trap. The queen had sacrificed herself to save the earth from me and the darkness I brought out of the depths. It was the only way she knew how to redeem me.

"What have you done to me?" the fairy asked.

"I turned you back into a fairy. Probably the only one left in the world," I replied. "You have been cruel to Luanna, but you have a chance to redeem yourself now. I doubt you were the only witch on earth."

The fairy began to weep. "But what about my daughter?"

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Brenda," the fairy replied.

"Brenda, I doubt I will ever be a fairy again," I said. "So I will make sure no harm comes to her. You go out and redeem our sisters. I will care for her."

And that is what we did. I raised Luanna as my daughter, while Brenda brought the fairies back to the world. 

THE END