15 comments/ 9919 views/ 24 favorites River Styx By: KemMyst You thought the decision was made when you died. That your deeds during your life would either send you to heaven or hell. That the trip would be almost instantaneous. And then you are introduced to the River Styx. Unfortunately for you, a ride on the river, to the other side, is not direct. Like a cruise ship, there are many stops before you reach your final destination. I am told each soul experiences the trip differently. This is my story. There were seven of us, seven souls on this trip across the river. Four women, and three men. None of us had known the others in life. Or was it that we no longer remembered, now that we were dead, what had gone before? The trail we had followed had led to the edge of the river and we stood there, waiting, as three dogs trailed around our feet. They each licked us. A chihuahua, an Irish wolfhound, and an airedale. The boat pulled up. It looked black and enameled, like a piece of Japanese woodwork. The boat was open, blood red inside, like some sort of Gothic gondola. The man?, creature? in the back was apparently in command of the boat and was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black turtleneck. "Cerberus!" His voice was thunderous. We all cowered. The dogs stood together, and changed shape, merging, melting into one another, growing larger. The immense three headed dog stood above us, growling. The heads then began picking us up and placing us into the boat. The steersman watched with interest as each of us was placed within. The last passenger embarked was one of the men. He screamed as the teeth of the second head pierced his body and he was dropped unceremoniously into the front of the boat. We all looked up, then forward, terrified, but the creature simply sat and separated back into the three dogs, which then approached an adult and a number of children walking down the path. Most of the others looked ahead to where we were going. But I turned to look behind. Another boat was pulling up next to the shore and it was much bigger than the one we were in. The steersman glanced at me and said, "Multiple dimensions." I looked at the steersman more closely. He was dark skinned, bald, but sported a goatee. His eyes weren't the deep brown one would expect. Yes, they were red but not like flames. They were the deep red of coals. He wasn't particularly tall, maybe five foot eight, but you could see the muscles ripple in his arms as he held the tiller. No tail, no horns. He did, however, have a deep voice, in the Barry White vein. He saw I was examining him and smiled. There were fangs. Actually, for a demon, or whatever he was, he was mighty fine. Suddenly, noises that I didn't expect reached my dead ears. I whipped around to see the man who had been bitten and dropped had one of the women bent over a seat. Her skirt was thrown up on her back and I watched him grasp his dick and plunge in. The woman fairly screamed at his entrance. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting, grunting, then slapping her ass in time. I turned back to look at the steersman. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Football player." The others on the boat either watched in boredom or ignored the sight completely. I was shocked. At first. Then I started thinking. No diseases. No risk of pregnancy. He looked as he did when we joined up on the path, so, no wounds. No scratches or marks would last any length of time. We could obviously feel things. Emotions. Sensations. What would I do? What could I try? What had always piqued my interest? Nasty little fantasies began running through my head. I turned back to the steersman and found that he was not unaffected by the scene before him. A rather prodiguous bulge had formed in the front of his pants. What would he be like? Anatomically? And as I contemplated the being at the back of the boat my nether lips began to fill with blood and become slick. I was in the middle of the boat, so I had a few rows of seats to move over to get to him. I made my way slowly, even though the surface of the water we floated on was as smooth as glass, and finally sat before him. I was facing the rear of the boat, not looking at where we were going, but at him. While his eyes kept track of our course, he certainly knew I was there. I eyed the bulge in his pants and put my hands around his knees. "What do you want, little one?" I licked my lips before I answered, then laid one palm upon that bulge. "This." "Are you certain?" I looked up at him then. His eyes, if anything, had grown darker as he looked down upon me. They shifted away slightly, then quickly back to my face. He smelled earthy, smoky, definitively male. "Yes." I slid my hands up the back of his thighs. The texture of the pants he wore was unusual, not really leather, rough, perhaps the skin of some reptile? "Sharkskin." He said. I cupped his buttocks in my hands as I heard other noises behind me, moans, whimpers, the squelching of wet flesh. I twisted my head around as I continued to knead his buttocks. They were firm, full, and felt good under my palms. He did nothing to stop the fondling of his flesh. The others were in various states of undress, arousal, and sexual congress. The football player was still going at it with the woman he was fucking. She was screaming, apparently in pleasure. The football player, himself, was groaning. From the look on his face, you would think he had already shot his load and had lost control of what his body was doing. In the meantime, however, one of the other men had yanked down his pants and was shoving his cock into the football player's ass. The second man's eyes were screwed tightly shut, in a grimace of pleasure. The third man had his cock in his hand and would stroke, then jerk, his organ. His hips were bucking as he pulled roughly on his own flesh. His eyes were glued onto the other two women. They, in turn, were kissing, hands in each other's shirts. One of them stood, took down, and stepped out of her pants. Her blond hair twisted about her head as she stepped forward and assumed a spreadlegged pose. The brunette seated before her moaned as she buried her face between the blond woman's thighs. The blond's hands went to the other woman's head and she threw her head back as she was eaten. I turned back to the steersman, finding my hands had gone to the fastening of his pants. My fingers nervously plucked at them, to release the treasure straining behind the sharkskin. Before pulling down the covering, I rubbed my cheek against it. Both of us moaned as I felt a twitch in the member my face was now very close to. I looked up at him again as my fingers reached around the top edge of the pants. I could feel a slight burn on my cheek from the roughness of the sharkskin. I wanted to see what he had, now. I yanked down everything that had been covering him. Now free, the fascinating appendage that was his cock was now ready to be touched, sucked, adored. I looked at it in curiousity. He was uncut, which I wasn't used to, so I reached out to touch the tip. He groaned as my warm hand touched equally warm flesh. "I thought you would be.. cold." I grasped his foreskin, rather gently, and moved it back and forth a couple of times over the knob at the end of his penis. It was surprisingly flexible, and soft. Another moan left his lips, almost sepulchral in quality. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, they didn't quite circle his girth, touching that soft smooth skin. There was a large vein on the underside and I could feel the pulse of the blood beneath my fingers. It rose from a tangle of dark, curled hairs. It was also dark, thick, and rather long. Why did a being of the underworld need such an impressive piece of equipment? His thick voice reached my ears. "I was once alive, as you were." A drop of clear, thick fluid rose from the tip of his shaft. I opened my mouth and reached forward with the tip of my tongue to lick it from him. Another noise from him. I moved forward and engulfed the tip of him with my mouth. I heard moans and the squelching sounds of connecting flesh behind me but I concentrated on what I had before me. The taste was salty, rich, kind of.. smoky. I wondered what the rest would taste like. So, I teased that weeping eye briefly, pulled back his foreskin and swirled my tongue around his head. Another loud moan from him as one hand went to the top of my head and rested there, lightly. With no further prelude I sank down on him completely and his hips bucked at the feeling. That scared me a little. I hoped I wouldn't gag. His hand gripped my head a little more tightly. I came back, dragging my teeth lightly along his length. He growled. I looked up, briefly, and caught his dark hooded eyes. He smiled, fangs showing again. OK, I hadn't pissed him off. Good. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, no longer registering the noises behind me. I sucked, I licked, I swirled my tongue around his shaft. He tasted wonderful and I hadn't even gotten a taste of his sperm yet. I kept up the pace, trying to go deeper, and was surprised when my nose encountered the curly hairs at his base. I usually had trouble with that. He started grunting, his hips jerking, and his fingers twined in my hair. I took my hands away from his legs and cupped his balls with one hand, god, they were tight, and rubbed my index finger against his asshole. He quivered. One last deep move and I sucked for all I was worth, squeezed and released his balls, and penetrated his anus about the same time. He let loose a roar that rocked the boat and shot his load into my mouth. I didn't know how I kept up with it all. As the pulsing organ slowed its eruption, I took time to taste what he had given me. Yum. Rich, smoky. He pulled me off his cock and tilted my head up towards him. He was panting, sweating. He pulled me up to him with his free arm, and into a fierce kiss. His other hand never left the tiller. I barely felt the gentle thump as we connected with another dock. I looked up as he called out, "Vangloria! Everyone out!" I looked into his eyes as he gave me a slight nod. His eyes glowed more brightly than they had before and he reluctantly released me. Everyone else looked surprised as they were suddenly no longer actively fucking, sucking, or otherwise pursuing carnal pleasures. They got off the boat. I was the last. "Is this heaven?" He shook his head. "Will you be here when we come back?" He nodded. It was amazing. Reporters and paparazzi swarmed us when we stepped onto the island. It was warm, beautiful, and the entryway was covered in billboards showing our faces. It was like we were the most celebrated people on the planet, um, world, OK, underworld. We passed under an arch made of pink marble with gold streaks and walked into a space filled with opulent shops and houses. The grandest space stood before us, about a quarter mile away. A large, well, castle, I guess, stood behind an enormous fountain spouting water. On top of the fountain stood one of our party. A statue, made in her image. She squealed at the sight, and said something in Russian. Her adoring fans were yelling in Russian, as well, and the throng pressed her forward, toward the mansion or castle or whatever it was. Some of the shops had names on them. I saw mine, emblazoned in gold, and walked towards it. It was difficult, as flashes kept going off in my face. I finally lost my temper and yelled at the reporters and paparazzi as I tried to enter the shop. "Leave me the hell alone!" Just like that, they vanished. "What the hell?" "What can I do for you, Ms. Canton?" "I don't know. What do you do here?" "Anything you want, Ms. Canton. Absolutely anything." I had no idea at all what that meant or what to ask for. "Perhaps we can start with some pampering?" "OK. Pampering sounds good." And, poof! Four women appeared. One pulled off my shoes and started soaking my feet; one soaked my hand and tsked at the other one; one took down my hair and began to brush it; the last pulled out a purple silk dress with a full skirt and hung it before me. It seemed like hours later. I'd had a manicure, pedicure, facial, scalp massage, hair treatment, and my body hair had been stripped, painlessly. The dress fit me perfectly and a photographer took several beauty shots. As I was looking over the pictures, I heard his voice. "Time to come back to the boat." I smiled and stood. "Thank you, all. I have to go." As I walked away, I was joined by five of the others. We returned to the dock and got into the boat. I turned around, looking for the Russian woman. I realized they were pulling away from the dock and turned to the steersman. "Wait." He shook his head at me. They were now six. And, again, with nothing better to do, the football player and one of the men made their way over to the brunette. The football player's original playmate was no longer on the boat. They began to remove her clothing, touching, licking, sucking along the way. The football player stripped down and, with his manhood, such as it was, standing tall, lay down in the bottom of the boat. The other man had been working the woman, with a hand between her legs. She was moaning as he toyed with her. The football player spit on his hand and lubed his rod, then spit again and rubbed it between her ass cheeks. The other man moved her backwards a bit, positioned her over the football player's cock, and started lowering her. Her eyes went wide as her anus opened to accept the invader and then she started cooing at the sensation. She sighed when she had slid completely down on his cock. The football player grabbed her tits and started thrusting up into her ass. The second man crouched down, kissed her, bit her neck, and worked his mouth down to one of her ample breasts. He bit and licked there as she bounced, his hand back between her legs. He took some of her juice and rubbed it on his cock, then dropped down and pushed it into her wet pussy. "OOOooooohhhh." Damn. Never in my life had I seen a double penetration. OK. I take that back. I guess I wasn't alive anymore and a boyfriend had me watch a porno once that had dp in it. The other man had thrown the blond on the bottom of the boat and was busily slurping away. The blond was up on her elbows, head thrown back, moaning. Her legs shook. I had my eye, once again, on the steersman. I climbed back over the benches in the boat and reached out to his pants. "No." I looked up at him, confused, and pouted. "Touch yourself for me." I blinked at him and he smiled. The points of his fangs were a little scary but his eyes showed a brighter red as he looked at me. Once I lay down on the bench in front of him, I never took my eyes off him. I pursed my lips, licked them, and then pushed aside the silk that covered my taut nipples. I pinched, I pulled, I twisted my nipples making them crinkle up tighter and throb. Then, feeling a spreading dampness below, I pulled up the skirt on the dress, revealing what lay beneath. I had gotten a little daring with my undergarments. I was wearing a deep red garter belt with black, seamed stockings. There was no underwear, no panties. My brown curled hairs showed the wetness I had built there. I swear he practically drooled at the sight. My hand, ever so slowly, wandered down my body, until my fingertips rested in those curly hairs. "Yes," he breathed. And so, I twisted a little further, so I was open to him. So that he could see everything I was doing. Two fingers slid down my labia, then down the inside of my thighs. They shook slightly as I stroked them. I knew what my lower lips looked like. Darker. Swollen. Fluid seeping from between them. I ran those fingers between those lips and across my clitoris, slowly. I gasped lightly and brought my other hand down between my thighs. Two fingers ventured into my welcoming pussy and came out covered with my sticky secretions. As I began to rub my little nub with one hand, I brought those two fingers up to my lips. Opening my mouth, I sucked them inside. I swear his knees began to buckle, but he caught himself. There was a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Then, with the fingers of one hand, I held my lips open for him to see. With the other hand, I stroked and rubbed myself to orgasm, now and then dipping my fingers into the wetness that flowed from my pussy. My legs tightened, and shook. My back arched as I let out a very loud groan. I came on my own hand, a rush of fluid emerging from the warm wetness that was me. His eyes flicked quickly to the side and, coming down from my climax, I looked in that direction. We had come to another dock. He took a couple of deep breaths and yelled, "Superbia. Everyone out." I rearranged my dress, and stood facing him. Pulling my skirt up one more time, I gathered some of my slick juices onto a finger. I brought the finger close to his face and his nostrils widened. He opened his mouth and I put the finger in my own mouth and sucked it clean. I then gave him a libidinous smile and left the boat. He growled lightly at my departure. We all found ourselves on the dock and the six of us walked to the archway and our next experience of the River Styx. The archway here was made up of a golden stone, almost like amber, that shone in the light. The whole place was very brightly lit. It was almost blinding. Again, there were signs with our names on them. At the end of the road, however, there was no grand house like the last time we had docked. We all glanced at each other and entered our own respective shops. And here I found a man, well-dressed and polite, who took me by the hand and walked with me through what appeared to be a museum of me. There were test papers where I had gotten A's or scored highly. There were my graduation certificates. Pictures. What appeared to be my first steps, my first ride on a bicycle, my senior prom. A good performance evaluation from my boss. The announcement of my promotion. My heart swelled a bit. This was a review of a lot of the good things I had done. But it wasn't all of them. There was nothing to do with my volunteer work at the nursing home. Evening driving delivering meals to shut-in seniors. Reading to my nieces and nephews. I looked at my guide, "Where is the rest?" He simply smiled and gestured, broadly indicating the small array of achievements from my life. I took one more turn around the building and thanked him for his time. Once outside the shop, I found myself returned to the boat. The others returned also, in short order. The boat again left the dock. We were still six. I shot a questioning look to the steersman and he shrugged his shoulders and beckoned me closer. He grabbed me with his free arm and held me tightly to him, my back to his front. I had full view of the rest of the goings on in the boat. The others divested themselves of their clothing once again. Two men again were working on the brunette. She was on her hands and knees, with the younger of the men pumping away behind her. He'd slap her ass in time with his thrusts. I couldn't tell whether he was in her pussy or her ass, but she didn't seem to care. She was grunting in time with the man's thrusts, mostly because her mouth was full of something else. The football player stood before her and was being treated to the warmth of her mouth, the tightness of her throat. He had his eyes screwed shut in pleasure as she was pushed forward and backward on his pole. The blond was straddling the last man, riding him as if he were a mechanical bull in a bar. River Styx I was getting wetter as I watched the show before me. A hand worked into the bodice of my dress and caressed my breast. I tipped my head back at the pleasurable feeling of the warm hand pinching and pulling on my nipple. "No," he said, "open your eyes. Watch them." I tipped my head forward again, and slitted my eyes, watching the connections of flesh. The football player had the brunette by the hair, pulling her more tightly to his crotch. The sounds she made were something between a moan and a gag. But she made no move to stop anything. He came first, in an eruption that seemed to startle him. Cum ran out of her mouth and dripped off her chin. She was panting from the actions at her other end. The football player took hold of his now-limp dick and sat back in the bottom of the boat, with a goofy grin on his face. He began stroking it as soon as his ass hit the floor. The young man behind her started to move with very jerky motions, having serious trouble maintaining his rhythm. The brunette continued moaning and panting. "Oh, yes. Mmm, more." I felt the light trace of fangs on my neck as I turned my head slightly to watch the other two and stiffened. Would he bite me? Was he a vampire or something? "No. And no." The voice was low and warm in my ear. So, I relaxed and felt the fingers caress my breast, pluck my nipple. And, lower down, wetness was now sliding down my thighs. The young man erupted inside the brunette, who was trembling with her own climax, and collapsed on her back. The blond was chanting, "Yes. Yes. Yes." and let out a shriek as the man she was riding pulled her down and bit her nipple. He raised and lowered her a couple more times before releasing a groan of satisfaction. I tried to turn in the steersman's grasp, wanting more than the light touch he was giving me. I felt the bulge of him against my ass. He held me tighter, scraping those fangs against my neck. The sensation was electric, something I didn't expect. I felt the boat bump against another dock as he murmured in my ear, "Your turn." "Invidia! Everyone out." I stood on the dock with the others, frustrated, squelching when I walked. I glanced back at him once, and he licked his lips and smiled at me. The archway here was a greenish stone, with black streaks. We walked through it and were greeted with the now-familiar road lined with shops. Another house stood at the other end. This time, there were no names on the shops. Nothing to pull us in any particular direction. We all looked at one another, unsure of what to do. The brunette was enthralled with the house at the end of the street. A well-dressed man came up to her and began to talk to her. She asked questions and he gestured, and they began walking up the street toward the house. The rest of us just shrugged at each other and chose a shop at random. Just before I entered the one that I had chosen I looked back up the street. The house at the end had grown larger. A fashionably dressed woman had taken her by the hand. Actually, if it were possible, the brunette looked.. thinner. This time the shop showed nothing of me. It was all other people's things. Things I liked. Things I had wanted and wished for, in life. I tried to touch one of the necklaces and the case it was in snapped at me! There were chocolate truffles in one case, a weakness of mine. The box wasn't full; there were a couple missing. The box wasn't secured that I could see, so I tried to open the container and get one. It wouldn't open. I worked my nails into the groove and pulled. Nothing. I tipped it upside down and shook it. No good. I looked around for something to open it with and nothing came to hand. So, I threw it against the wall. It seemed impervious. Not a dent, not a mark. That did it. I was going to get a piece of candy if it killed me. I kicked it, stomped on it, tried to tear the box open with my teeth. Slammed it in a door a couple of times. As I contemplated my next means of attack the call rose. "Time to come back to the boat." Grumbling, pissed, I left the store. I was joined in the boat by four others who looked as disgruntled as I. The brunette was missing as I looked back to the steersman and we left the dock. And it struck me. This must be how each of us found our place in heaven. The deep sonorous voice entered my head again. "Or hell." I looked at him, startled by the concept and he smiled a rueful smile at me. Then he crooked a finger at me and I crawled farther back into the boat to get to him. But then, I sat on the last seat, facing him, thinking of how he had left me frustrated as we arrived. "No more so than you, the time before." Damn. He was right. I had teased him. I'd have to figure out how to keep my thoughts away from him. "Not possible." Double damn. Again, he smiled, and gestured for me to come closer. With a sigh, I stood, and went to him. He first pulled me into a kiss, then spun me around, as before. I resigned myself to being fondled and left wanting again. He chuckled in my ear. Three men and one woman now occupied the front of the boat. The younger man, dark complected and dark haired, had pulled out his dick and was being sucked by the football player. The third man was reaming the blonde's ass. Pleasured moans and occasional shrieks emanated from the front of the boat. In the meantime, the steersman's warm hand had again begun playing with my breast. I wanted more, much more this time. I could feel the hardness of his manhood pressed against my buttocks and was envisioning it pumping between my thighs. "Not yet." Damn. So, I sighed as his fingers plucked my nipple, squeezed my breast and felt the oozing of my juices down my thighs. I tried to concentrate on the limited pleasure he was giving me but was very distracted by the needs below. Wait a minute. I could touch myself! I was so stupid. I didn't have to be frustrated by what he was doing when I could pleasure myself. At that revelation, I hiked up my skirt, traced my fingers over my garter belt and dove in to the wetness that was dripping from my needy pussy. Oh, yes. Just the touch made me jerk in his embrace. He growled lightly as I spread my legs and planted them, then began to pleasure myself in his grip. I watched the younger man jerk and blast his load into the football player's mouth and over his face. The football player then summarily spun the smaller man around, dragged down his pants, and shoved his dick into the younger man's ass. And so, their second act began. The third man pulled his dick from the blonde's ass and painted her body with his cum. He then dropped to his knees and rested his hands on his thighs for a time, before taking a deep breath and driving his tongue into her cunt. In the meantime, I shoved two of my fingers into my own pussy and rubbed my little button, moaning and rocking, while a third hand, warm and strong, squeezed my breast and pinched its nipple. I rose on a wave of pleasure and my legs began to shake. I cried, "Oh, yes," as I came in a flood of juices and my legs turned to jelly. He caught me before I dropped to the bottom of the boat and I felt a bump as we landed at another dock. "Ira. Everyone out." Before he released me he grabbed at my hand and languidly sucked my juices off my fingers, smiling at me knowingly. At the end of the dock, the archway stood. A deep red in color, this time. As we passed under it, we were surprised to find fighting in the streets. Men were throwing punches, women were pulling hair and clawing. There was screaming, broken noses, black eyes. I saw fists, knives, guns. We hesitated. Suddenly, the younger man screamed out in Spanish. I didn't know much, but I was pretty sure muerte meant death. He knocked another man down, grabbed the knife from him, and sprinted after another man of similar appearance, but older. We slowly worked our way down the street and saw that none of the shops were open. There were, however, two houses at the end of the street we walked. The third man suddenly started, and picked up a gun that had been lying on the street. Then he yelled, "You bastard, you raped my little girl! I'll kill you you son of a bitch!" An older man looked his way and blanched at the gun pointed at him, turned, and ran. Our younger man was no longer in sight and the third man had turned a corner. The blonde was having a heated discussion with another woman. The football player was pounding on someone who looked about his size and weight. I looked around, and found somebody I wanted to give a piece of my mind to. "Sam, what the hell is wrong with you? How dare you ask our parents to bail you out again? AGAIN!" "You have no right to accuse me of anything. Besides, you had it so easy. Always first, always best. Mom and Dad love you the most." "Easy?! I went to school; I saved my money; I learned to live on a small income." "Yeah, and now you're rich. So you feel you're better than me." "I'm not rich, I do OK. You could have had the same things. You're an adult. You made your choices. You're just making things worse for your kids." "You didn't have any kids. You have no idea what you're talking about!" "Yeah, well I wanted them. I haven't gotten everything I wanted. Are you happy now?" I drew breath to respond when the summons came. "Time to come back to the boat." As if unlocked from a spell, three of us return to the boat. It's now myself, the blonde woman, and the football player. The steersman smiled at me. Without invitation, I moved back to him. The bulge had already returned to his pants. He reached out his free hand to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, once more trapping me against his body. So warm, so vibrant. The blonde woman had laid herself out on the bottom of the boat. The football player dropped down and began eating her. A familiar hand again made it presence known on my breast. I hiked my skirts up as I felt the wetness build down below again. As my hand worked downward on my body, I heard a word murmured in my ear. "Wait." I stopped, briefly, and felt the warm hand on my breast descend my body. I spread and planted my legs again, believing that, this time, he was going to touch me. And, so, he did. Warm, warm fingers stroked my thighs, caressed my lower lips. I sighed and tipped my head back against his shoulder. He sucked against the pulse point of my neck as he dragged his fingers through the wetness at my entrance. I bobbed a little, seeking a deeper touch. He growled a little, "Hold still." A sharp point grazed my little nub, and I caught my breath as heated lightning filled my body. He stroked over my slit, catching my clit as he passed and I began to rock against his hand. "MMMmmm." I moaned my pleasure at his touch, wrapped my arm around his neck to hold him close, felt his response in the hardened staff pressing against my buttocks. Then, one finger invaded my wet and wanting tunnel. I sighed at the feeling, so different from my own fingers. He wiggled it, pulled out, and stroked my clit again, flicking over it. I made my eyes slits and saw the blonde on her hands and knees, with the football player behind her now, and heard the slurping noises as he made use of her wet pussy. I gasped as two fingers entered me, making me feel fuller, and began pumping in and out. He concentrated on the rough patch just inside my entrance as I ground backwards against his crotch. I was panting, gasping, and whimpered as his fingers are removed. But they were quickly replaced, while another seemed to be concentrated on my most sensitive spot. A groan left my lips as a flood of juices covered his hand. I started to sag but he held me upright, continuing to stroke me. I was riding a long wave of orgasm, bucking in his grip. I was practically boneless when I felt the telltale bump and he pulled his fingers away. "Acedia. Everyone out." He held me a moment, until I felt my legs again, and I found myself on the dock with the other two travelers. Grey. So much grey. The archway was a dull grey. The sky was grey. And I just felt so.. tired. We barely got past the archway when we all dropped down to the pavement. As if the gravity had suddenly increased greatly. What was wrong with us? The others in this place moved slowly, so slowly. It was like a nature show I had watched once, with some animal that moved really, really slowly. I think moss grew in their fur, or something. Raising my head, I saw a house at the end of the street. One of us would be staying here, it seemed. The football player was splayed out on his back. The blonde was wheezing, and trying to crawl. I couldn't stand it. I tried to heave myself up onto my hands and knees. Oh, god, it was so hard. While she was managing a labored crawl back to the dock, I was having trouble. I couldn't get up on my knees. So, I pushed my arms forward, and pulled my bottom half after me. It was exhausting, but I made some progress. I booted the football player as I passed him, but all he did was groan. It felt like hours but I finally made it to the other side of the archway, following the blonde by a few minutes. It was like a weight was lifted from us. We stood, and I turned. The football player had been loaded onto a low cart and was being pushed down the street. "Time to come back to the boat." And so, we were two. The steersman's eyes blazed brightly as we returned to the boat and I turned to him. The blonde whimpered as I moved back in the boat. I turned to look at her. "Well? Come on then." Her smile was brilliant as she moved to the back with me. We sat on the back bench, facing each other and took each other's face in our hands. The kiss was deep. We closed our eyes and moaned as hands went to blouse and bodice. The steersman made no sound as we stripped each other naked to the waist. She was small, thin, and her breasts were, also. I could feel her ribcage plainly as I ran my hands down her body. She licked her lips and grabbed my torso, pulling me closer. Her lips latched onto one of my nipples and she sucked like a starving infant, her hand massaging my breast. I turned my head to the side and looked up slightly. His eyes were glowing. I reached out to the bulge in his pants and he groaned. I tried to hold myself up with one arm and get his pants open with the other. I met his hand as I fumbled with his pants; he was helping me get to him. The blonde moved and crouched before me. She threw up my skirt and dove underneath. I felt her open my lips with her fingers and stroke me. I also heard slurping sounds, those of fingers pumping in and out of a wet pussy. She was pleasuring herself as she was working on me. We finally brought the steersman out of his pants and I stroked his hardened member, listening to his groan with satisfaction. He took hold of my hair and pulled me closer. I licked his cock, worshipped it with my tongue and he groaned louder. The blonde had taken to licking my pussy as I licked him. We moaned, groaned, licked, and sucked and I felt wonderful as I was being pleasured while pleasuring him. I pulled away from him, briefly, as I surrendered to an orgasm. After shuddering my climax for a few moments, he dragged me back to his length. I licked and sucked at him, felt him swell, and heard the blonde woman groan her release just before his guttural cry. I swallowed that wonderfully smoky semen, licked my lips, and cleaned him off. The blonde peeked out from under my skirts as the boat bumped against another dock. The steersman looked down at me, with hazy eyes. "Gula. Everyone out." The archway was a riot of color, but it was the smells that led us through. Food, flowers, spices. Wonderful smells. The blonde's eyes widened as we stepped through. The shop on the left had a name on it, that wasn't mine, and she steered for it, inhaling deeply. I looked down the street before entering my shop. Another house stood there at the end. Inside were delicacies, comfort food, sweets. My favorite flowers stood beside a table decorated for a feast. A man in a dark suit and white shirt seated me before the table. He poured a glass of wine and set a plate before me. I realized I wasn't particularly hungry, guess that's not a problem when you're dead, but everything looked so good. Tiny quiche, smoked salmon, a bisque, oo, lobster. I tried a couple of things, to be polite. It was all divine. The wine was rich, heady. The plate was replaced by another. A steak, mashed potatoes, correction, garlic mashed potatoes, and sugar snap peas. I devoured the mashed potatoes, I just loved them, and started to attack the steak. I found I was growing hungrier. That plate was removed and replaced with a green ice. Mmm. Lemon balm and grapefruit. The palate cleanser. The next plate was set before me, and I contemplated it. A pork chop covered in a pear sauce, more mashed potatoes, asparagus. It looked luscious. I should be full by now, why was I hungry? My fork was poised, but, as I thought about it, I set the fork down. "Time to come back to the boat." As I walked out of the shop I saw the blonde, belly distended, stuffing food in her mouth at a rapid rate. I turned for the dock and walked under the archway for the boat. In six stops my six companions in death had been left behind. I was the only one left in the boat, other than the steersman. He stood, as always, with his hand on the tiller. His eyes, however, glowed a little more brightly upon seeing me and he gave a slight smile. As I stepped into the boat, it pulled away from the dock. I made my way to the back. To him. "How many more stops?" "Two." "Will I be left at one of them?" "Yes." "Which one?" "I don't know." He looked less than composed by that admission so I went to him, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. The kiss was long, and deep. We traded off. My tongue pushing strongly into his, to taste him. Then, him, returning, pushing into mine. Our tongues twined like two snakes, like two lovers. We explored every inch of each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stroked his bare pate. He, in turn, stroked my back with his free arm, then scratched it lightly. We held each other tightly, his manhood full and hard between us, my breasts mashed against his chest. A slight bump jarred me out of the spell we seemed to be under. No, we couldn't already be at the next stop, we hadn't had the chance to do anything this time. And I would be left either here or at the next stop. He whispered into my ear, his voice husky, "Stay here with me." Then he pulled away a bit and the usual loud call sounded. "Luxuria. Everyone out." I looked into the burning brands that were his eyes. Luxuria? What would it be like? I'd already been pampered, feted, fed. Here in the boat, I'd also been loved. I was half-tempted to look around, but only half. He continued looking into my eyes and murmured, "Pull the seat closer, and bend over it." I looked at him in confusion and he twisted me around, indicating the seat in front of us. I stooped, and grabbed it. Much more easily than I would have expected, it came backwards, and up a bit. When it came about hip height, I leant over it, offering myself to him. My skirt was flung up over my back and he caressed my ass, his free hand exploring the lace of the garter belt, under the tops of the stockings. His hand was warm on my body, tracing over my curves, feeling my flesh under my scant undergarments. He delved between my thighs as I closed my eyes, wanting to concentrate only on what I was feeling, what he was doing. River Styx He stroked me, dragging fingers through the wetness between my thighs. I was fairly flowing in anticipation of what was coming. His hand stole away briefly and I was about to protest when I heard him unfastening his pants, and shoving them off his hips. I could smell him now. The smoky maleness of my steersman. He rubbed his hard staff between my legs, covering himself with my juices. I tilted my pelvis, wanting him inside me, trying to capture him, but he evaded me. His hand again returned between my legs, and he stuck two fingers inside. I sighed, but groaned inwardly. I wanted his cock there. "Please." At that, he shifted my buttocks apart and placed the head of his engorged cock to my asshole. I was startled, and tensed slightly. While I'd had anal sex before I wasn't particularly fond of it. "Relax. Trust me." So, I breathed, and tried to relax. Then, it came to me, I'd never really been able to swallow a guy whole before either. Not without gagging Slowly, he breached me. I felt a tightness as he passed the knob of his cock through my sphincter. His free hand now rubbed my lower back then snaked around my waist to my clitoris. I was dripping. He scooped up some of that wetness and transferred it to my swollen bud of pleasure, and began to rub. Occasionally his fingers would penetrate me, but they'd quickly return to rubbing. I was becoming lost to the sensation when I realized two things. The narrowness of the bench would allow me to touch my breasts, and he was fully seated in my ass. So, abandoning myself (hey, I was dead anyway, wasn't I?) to the pleasure, I slid my hands to opposite breasts and began to tug and roll my sensitive nipples. The steersman began pumping into me with a steady rhythm, and his fingers danced on my clit, punctuated with occasional forays into my wet hole. It was glorious. As he began thrusting more forcefully his hand moved to my hip to steady himself, so I took over the clitoral massage. Higher, higher, tighter. "Oh, yes, oh, yes!" I shrieked when I sent myself over the edge and pushed my fingers into my pussy to feel the walls clench. He gave a gutteral cry as he gave one last hard thrust into me and expended himself. We were both breathing hard, panting, sweating as I felt a slight bump. I opened my eyes and looked up. Had we come to another island? "Caelum." He said as he withdrew from me. "Last stop." I stood, and turned to him. His eyes were smoky, darker now. "So, I have to get out now?" He nodded. I looked to the side of the boat. The dock was white marble, almost blinding in the sunlight. I turned back to him and thought I could read sadness in his eyes. I think they reflected the sadness I was now feeling. "What is your name?" "A long time ago it was Andros." He paused, "You should go." I reached my hand out to him. "Can't you come with me?" Something flared in his eyes, a spark, white. He waited, and breathed. I stepped closer, put my hand on his, the one on the tiller. Something struck me, like electricity, and I jerked. My hand clutched his as they both came away from the tiller. He looked in wonder at our clasped hands and stepped closer to me. He crushed my mouth to his, then swept me up and carried me out of the boat and onto the dock. The boat disintegrated after he left it. I looked up into his eyes, brown now. "Thank you." "What happened?" "You freed me. You ended my servitude." "I did?" "Yes. Do you know where you are?" "No. You said something like Kaylim. What does it mean?" "Heaven. We've crossed over to heaven. And you've brought me with you." We passed under the arch. It seemed insubstantial, of blues, and golds, and whites, almost like clouds. He carried me down a path, toward a small house or cabin, surrounded by woodlands and lush fields. A small lake stood off to one side. Looking back over his shoulder, I couldn't see the shoreline, or the arch, or the boat that was supposed to be following us with one adult and several children. Inside the cabin was a large tub full of warm water. We divested ourselves of our clothing and I saw him completely naked for the first time. And I liked what I saw. And, from the look on his face, he liked what he saw, as well. We climbed in, sighing as we sank into the warmth. We luxuriated in the bath for a while, without speaking, our toes lightly exploring each other under the water as we sat, face to face. Then, I reached a hand out, taking hold of a washcloth and soap. I dipped the washcloth into the water, wetting it, then rubbed it with the soap. His eyes followed what I was doing. Reaching under the water, I picked up one of his feet and began to lather it up, running the cloth down his calf. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I worked on the other leg, his arms, his chest. I worked the cloth over his dark skin, through the light covering of hair there, then dipped my head and kissed it. The hand holding the cloth dipped lower on his body, to his abs, his belly. I was kneeling before him in the tub and wrapped the cloth around his engorged penis. I stroked lightly up and down it a couple of times. He groaned and pulled my mouth to his, taking the washcloth from me. Pulling away slightly, he searched for the soap and covered the cloth with suds. Sitting back on my heels, my ripe breasts were sitting just above the level of the water. The cloth rubbed over them, softly, lovingly, caressing my breasts and nipples with a mixture of slippery and rough textures. I arched my back, presenting them to him. He took full advantage as I moaned and reached for him, beneath the water. He pulled me up, closer, and latched onto a tight, rosy nipple. I moaned as his tongue worked over it, flicking the tip, and then suckling there, while his fingers plucked at my other nipple. When his other hand found my full pussy lips, I lost track of what I was doing. Two fingers entered me, moving in and out in a sinuous manner, while both sensitive nipples were lavished with attention. He bit lightly, and I jerked. Unfortunately, I still had hold of his proud, but currently invisible, staff. I felt him smile against my breast as I hurriedly let go and my hands went to his head. I panted, I gasped, I came with a loud groan. Panting, I looked at him through slitted eyes, reached down and grasped his still stiffened manhood. "But, I wanted this in me." "And I want to taste you directly." His brown eyes had turned to embers again; they looked into mine and he smiled. He licked his lips. "First one, then the other, my sweet." Rising, he stepped out of the tub, took up a large, fluffy towel, and extended his hand. I took it and stepped out. I was immediately enveloped by the towel as he proceeded to thoroughly dry me, at least, as much as could be dried. I reached for the towel to dry him but he held onto it and passed it quickly over his body. He then picked me up, strode over, and tossed me onto the bed, filled with pillows, furs, and a fluffy quilt. I bounced a little and got up on my elbows, looking at him. He stood at the end of the bed, looking at me. His eyes travelled up my body, lingering in certain areas, then down again to the object of his intention, my dripping pussy. I looked him over as well. There wasn't any fat on him. He was well muscled, but not overly so, his waist smaller than his shoulders. Toned legs. Eyes that seemed to literally burn with passion. I hadn't had a chance yet to see his ass, but assumed it would be as wonderful as the rest. His cock stood out from his body, the gentle curve of it making the head point to the sky. The tip peeking out from his foreskin. That was what I wanted, and I wanted it now. I picked up one arm, crooked a finger at him and indicated that I wanted him to come to me. He climbed up on the bed, smiling, the short fangs visible. I grasped his shoulders, trying to pull him up my body. He shook his head. "First, my taste." He grabbed my hips and my thighs fell open. He wrapped his arms around my legs and positioned me where he wanted me. He put his nose close to my dripping pussy and inhaled deeply. I felt his warm breath on my lips. I squirmed in his grasp, wanting more. He looked up, watching me, as his tongue extended and gently brushed my clitoris. I moaned. He paused. I cursed. That elicited a chuckle from him, before he dove in. Marvelous. It felt wonderful. His warm tongue sweeping across my lips, inside my pussy, across my clit. I moaned, I writhed, and, after a buildup from the incredible sensations, I sucked in air and shrieked his name and squirted as I had my second orgasm that day. I needed another bath. He looked at me, sweating, chest heaving, and released my hips. I picked my head up slightly and watched him crawl up my body, his hardened length bobbing slightly with his movements. I chewed on my lower lip, waiting for him to push that lovely cock into me. He kissed me then, and I tasted my own juices on his lips. He then dropped his head to a breast, and I groaned. Releasing my nipple, he looked up at me and smiled. "We have all the time in the world, my sweet. I want you to enjoy this." I reached down and grabbed his cock. It throbbed in my hand. "And I want this in me. Now." We lay curled up in the bed together afterward, warm, sated, drowzy, my light skin contrasted against his dark. Spooned up behind me, he nuzzled my neck and asked a question. "I've given you my name. What is yours?" Surprised he didn't already know, I shifted in his arms to look at him. "Really? I would have thought you already knew. After all, you can read my mind, can't you?" He shook his head. "No longer. That stopped when I left the boat. And your own name was never in your mind during the journey." I reached over and stroked his cheek with my hand. "My name is Cassandra." I paused, looking around, and sighed. "Andros, how long do you think we can stay here?" "Do you like it?" I nodded. "Oh, yes." "Then we may stay here as long as we wish. This is our heaven, my Cassandra." I'd never considered myself to be anything special. I had a decent job that I was good at. I'd made good grades at school, firmly in with the bulk of the students. I didn't win any awards, had never been considered particularly pretty, smart, or in any way extraordinarily talented. I was kind of, well, mediocre. So, while they say that the meek shall inherit the earth I can tell you now that the mediocre go to heaven.