6 comments/ 16374 views/ 2 favorites Pagan By: Moondrift Warning; this story has incest content. "I would weave strong magic for protection, Deep magic to bind and chasten." (Chant to Feyja) A hand touched his arm and a voice said, "Hello Richard." He turned to see an exceedingly striking woman wearing, in marked contrast to the somber attire of those around them, a silver coloured dress that stretched from neck to ankles. For a few moments he didn't recognize her and seeing his puzzled look she laughed saying, "Oh dear, you don't recognize me do you?" "No...er...yes....I..." "Pagan." She laughed again; "Your aunt Pagan." "Pagan! My God you've..." "Changed? Of course I have and so have you. "Yes, I suppose we have, but you look so different. You used to be...to be..." "Go on say it, skinny, all arms and legs, and you were a chubby little boy." Her demeanor changed, "A sad occasion for us to meet again." "Mmm, there aren't many of grandfather's generation left now. See that group over there; they're what grandfather used to call 'The Dunkirkers.'" "Yes, he was with the Guards and they were among the last to get away." Richard grinned, "Yes, they used to meet once every year and have a drink." "A booze-up you mean," Pagan chuckled. "It looks as if they're going to have one today, are you going to the wake?" "Yes." "Look, I'd better go and talk to some of the other relatives, but suppose we catch up later. It's been years since we last saw each other; we should have a few things to talk about." "I'd like that Pagan, where shall we meet." "I'm staying overnight at a motel, suppose we go there and have a talk, have you got a car?" "No, I can't afford one, and mum and dad can't afford..." "That's all right; I can drive you after the wake, I've hired a car while I'm in town and I can take you home when we've had our talk. Don't get drunk with the Dunkirkers." "No," Richard grinned as Pagan left him to do her catching up with other relatives. * * * * * * * * Richard's memories of Pagan were of a girl he had thought very grown up, but unlike the other grownups in the family she took a lot of notice of him. Once when he was about five years of age, he went with his parents and Pagan, and spent a fortnight at the beach. She had taught him to swim, or more accurately, how to splash and stay afloat. She built sandcastles with him and took him for walks along the beach, and together they hunted among rock pools for crabs and shrimps. This was the occasion when for the first time Richard saw a naked female. They had hired a beach bathing hut and it was used to change for swimming. Pagan, lacking in modesty, stripped off in front of Richard. He was only five years of age at the time so he had no prurient interest in this rather skinny girl. He was however curious about her lack of what his mother called, "A dicky," and the little clump of hair and a sort of groove where her dicky should have been. The sweet buds of her young breasts with their tender pink nipples he noticed, but they made no impression on him except he wondered why his weren't like that. She saw him gazing at her and asked, "Do you think I look pretty?" He loved Pagan and so according to his childlike view of "pretty," she was pretty, so he replied, "Yes, and we're going to be a mummy and daddy." That being interpreted by Pagan as they were going to be married, she decided that the reasons why they could not be a "mummy and daddy" were too complicated to explain to him at his age. Instead she had smiled and hugged him to her slender naked body murmuring, "That was a lovely thing to say, Richard." His little body was naked and he felt the touch of her nakedness against him, his cheek resting against one of her burgeoning breasts and inhaled the rose scented fragrance of her skin, and this had lodged in his memory and had stayed there ever since. When he had first become consciously aware of Pagan her name had been Peggy. It was when she was thirteen and had read a book about old Scandinavian gods that she declared herself to be a devotee of Freyja because she was the most beautiful of the goddesses, and that she, Peggy, was going to be just like her. The family, who were inclined to be church going people, had said she was a pagan, and the appellation had stuck. Peggy said she liked the name "Pagan," and so "Pagan" she became thereafter. She had married very young. This came about when in search of a birthday present for her mother she had seen a brooch in the window of an antique shop. On asking about the price she had been stunned by the answer. The shop owner, Mr. Paul Wendell, had tried to explain why antiques cost so much, and Pagan had been fascinated. Seeing her interest Paul Wendell asked her if she'd like to work for him part time. She, and then her parents, agreed, "Just so long as it doesn't interfere with her studies." And so Pagan had started working for Mr. Wendell on Saturdays. Mr. Wendell was an efficient business man not lacking money. In his early fifties, of somewhat noble appearance, he was a widower. An astute young woman, and not lacking in affection for her employer, Pagan had eventually allowed him to deflower her on a rather elegant eighteenth century bed he had in stock. At his age Paul should have been more astute and used a condom, but since he didn't, the fertile young Pagan was soon announcing herself to be pregnant. The family was horrified, but was placated when Paul declared that he would marry Pagan. Here the story becomes hazy. Was Pagan pregnant or did she just think she was pregnant; or had she been calculating and trapped Paul into marriage? Whatever the case a little way into the marriage she had to announce that it had been a false pregnancy. Some men might have baulked at this, but not Paul. He had got himself an exceedingly attractive and young bride and was in no hurry to send her on her way. In addition he had discovered soon after their first sexual union that he had unleashed a sexual tigress that was willing to engage in some interesting bedtime experiments. Paul was no longer at the peak of his potency, but he did his best to keep up with Pagan's bedtime demands, and if he fell short in this respect, Pagan was content to deal with any residual libido via a vibrator, during which performance Paul was happy to watch. Whether Pagan had trapped Paul into marriage with a purely pecuniary objective in mind or not, she proved to be a good and faithful wife. The cynical might object that she was such because she had her long term interests in mind, and since it was highly likely that Paul would pre-decease her by many years she would then be able to play the merry widow. In many such situations the elderly and wealthy partner, whether male or female, will often frustrate the younger partner by living on into extreme old age. Paul was more obliging. He went to that Great Antique Shop in the Sky seven years after marrying Pagan. It might be thought that Pagan's sexual demands on Paul had brought about his early demise. There might be some truth in this, in that it might have exacerbated an undiagnosed heart problem, which was in fact what carried him off from this vale of tears. Whether or not it was Pagan's sexual energy that sent Paul into eternity, she found herself the owner of an antique shop and considerable additional financial assets. It was, however, not her ambition to run an antique business. She was one of those city dwellers who romanticize rural life. Consequently she sold the antique business and bought herself a three hectare rural property about fifty kilometres from the city. This property had once been part of a dairy farm. On the farmer deciding to retire the farm had been sold off in various sized blocks. Pagan bought the block with the old farmhouse on it, together with various outbuildings. The property had been much neglected and Pagan had lots of work to do on it, and for several years she virtually disappeared from the orbit of the family, only to resurface at her father's (Richard's Grandfather's) funeral. * * * * * * * * The wake over, Pagan drove a sober Richard to her motel for a long overdue catch-up session. Pagan began with enquiries about what had happened in Richard's life, and he told her he was, at the behest of his parents, studying law at the university. His manner of relating this suggested a lack of eagerness for this course of studies and Pagan commented, "You don't sound too enthusiastic." "I'm not," Richard said bluntly, "I hate the bloody law, but I don't know what I do want to do." Pagan seemed to let the matter pass and went on to talk about her activities in her rural retreat. This included the running of a number of horses, hired out to people, mainly teenage girls, who liked to be bounced up and down (I've often wondered about the fondness of young girls for being jounced on the back of a horse). The originally projected chickens, sheep, one goat (to keep the grass and weeds down) and vegetable garden had become reality, and Pagan ended by saying enthusiastically, "You should see it, why not come and spend some time with me?" Being a city boy, and despite his one time affection for Pagan, Richard was not certain that he wanted to spend time in the countryside so he prevaricated. "Well, I can't get away until the short vacation." Pagan seemed to be up with the university breaks and so she replied, "You've got a fortnight's vacation coming up soon, why not make it then?" "But how would I get there, I don't have a car?" "It's not the other side of the universe, Richard," Pagan protested. "There's a bus that runs to and from the city every day. It would drop you at Bungaloo and I'd pick you up there; after that it's only a five minute drive to my place." Richard seemed to run out of reasons why he couldn't visit, unless of course he said outright, "I don't want to visit," which for reasons of politeness and memories of the affection that had once existed between them, he didn't want to do. Besides, he had begun to realize that Pagan was a very decorative and amusing female and Richard felt that it would not be a hardship to spend time with her. So it was agreed that he should spend the upcoming vacation with her. This done it was time for Pagan to drive Richard home. On leaving the motel they passed the manager who gave them a salacious leer. Richard felt somewhat embarrassed by the leer, but it occurred to him that a young man in an attractive woman's motel room might well imply that a little sexual conviviality had taken place. He silently concluded that if Pagan hadn't been his aunt he might well have sought that conviviality, especially since attractive females in motel rooms did not normally come his way. "It's a pity I wasn't older when she stripped off in the beach hut," he thought, "I might have taken a bit more notice." On arriving at his house Pagan elected not to come in, saying she had some shopping to do in the city. "I need some special galvanized bolts and a few other things that I can't get in Bungaloo," she explained. "Galvanized bolts" sounded somewhat mundane to Richard and did not seem to harmonize with the fair Pagan, but the idea of a fortnight with her was sweetened by the rather un-auntly kiss she administered as he left her. * * * * * * * * So it was that at seven o'clock one Monday morning Richard climbed aboard the Bungaloo bound bus. It felt its way through the mounting rush hour traffic, and then with a sudden spurt of energy speeded up beyond the outer suburbs. Then it reached the hills and with much automatic gear changing and howling from the diesel motor it wound its laborious way round the interminable bends. On the way it dropped off and picked up people, not at any regular bus stops, but just where people happened to be waiting or wanted to get off. Finally they left the big hills behind, and amid the now low rolling green hills beyond and a straight road, the bus once again became energized and raced towards Bungaloo and the waiting Pagan. Arriving at what passed for the main shopping area – a combined post office and general store, a pub, church and a police station with a few scattered houses – the bus seemed to sigh with relief. There smiling was Pagan, but not exactly Pagan as she had been at the funeral. No longer clad in a silver garment, she was dressed in a filmy green dress that reached to her ankles and flattered her long chestnut colored hair. It left one delightful shoulder exposed while on the other shoulder the dress was caught up by a large brooch in the shape of a five pointed star. The dress, that seemed singularly inappropriate for country wear, revealed a slim figure with unbridled breasts clearly visible. It not only riveted Richard's attention, but that of a couple of men who had also alighted from the bus. Richard heard one of the men whisper to the other, "My God, she's some looker," and when Pagan greeted Richard saying, "It's lovely to have you here," and gave him another less than auntly kiss, the other man commented, "I could do with some of that myself, the lucky bastard." Richard's luggage was taken from the underbelly of the bus, and somewhat mesmerized he followed the newly revealed Pagan, not to the rather expensive car she had been driving when he last saw her, but to a small pickup truck that smelt of manure. The bus returned to halfhearted life, sighed, and then howled and whined its way out of Bungaloo. Unlike the bus, under the guidance of Pagan the truck demonstrated a surprising alacrity as it was sent hurtling towards Pagan's domain, at which they arrived, not in the five minutes Pagan had originally specified, but in just over four minutes. Even before actually entering the drive to the house, it was obvious that work had been carried out. A new white five bar gate with statues on pedestals both sides and a notice bearing the title, "Sessrumnir. Pagan Wendell." The statues were undoubtedly eye-catching in that they both portrayed women, naked to the waist apart from a necklace, their lower bodies swathed in linen and each having a cat curled up at her feet. "What...who...who are the statues of?" Richard asked. "Ah yes," Pagan chuckled, "I get asked that question a lot. They're representations of Freyja." Richard had forgotten that Pagan had got her name because she had once claimed to be a devotee of the Scandinavian goddess, and now seeing what a sexy image the goddess had, he decided he'd have to learn more about her. He was told to open the gate and close it after Pagan had driven through. "Don't want the sheep getting out," she explained. As they went along the drive Richard noticed there were about a dozen undressed looking sheep idling their time away. Richard commented on their semi-nudity and Pagan replied, "Had them shorn recently, get a bit of money for the wool. Might learn to shear and do them myself; I don't suppose you know how to shear?" "Er...no..." Richard replied. "Thought not," Pagan said, and then added, "I'll find you a few jobs you can do." This announcement came as a bit of a shock to Richard. He had visualized basking in the peaceful rural atmosphere, or at most, communing with nature. The reference to "a few jobs" altered the serene image somewhat. If the gate and statues had been a prelude witnessing to change, the house was a solid affirmation of transformation. The colour scheme was to Richard's eyes rather unusual, being red, black and green with silver trimmings; still he had to admit it was effective if a little over dramatic. The drama was added to when on alighting from the truck a barking, snarling, Border Collie came hurtling round the corner of the house, its apparent fury aimed at Richard. Richard made an attempt to scramble back into the truck but before he succeeded the dog was upon him and fawning at his feet. "That's Sif," Pagan announced, "I should have warned you about her. She always creates a commotion when people arrive, and then as soon as she gets to them she rolls over; she likes her tummy tickled. Richard duly did some tentative tummy tickling and later discovered he had made a friend, apparently for life, because thereafter Sif followed him everywhere. "Let's get your things inside and I'll show you your bedroom," Pagan said. The inside of the house was a little more muted in its décor, the predominating colours being green and cream. The furniture was particularly elegant, consisting of items that Pagan had taken from the antique shop before she sold it. Richard's room was furnished in some dark grained wood and the bed, after bouncing on it a few of times, he found it to be comfortable. The kitchen, as Richard was to discover, was the place of much living and activity. It too had its share of antiques: a Welsh dresser; farmhouse style table and cottage chairs; but very non-antique were the cooking stove and refrigerator. "You've obviously had a lot of work done here," Richard commented. "Did a lot of it myself," Pagan said proudly, "and I've still got work to do on the outbuildings, but then, time isn't so important here, not like the city." "Especially if you're loaded with money," Richard thought. It was the family belief that after the death of Paul and the sale of the shop Pagan had been well set up financially. Richard decided it would be diplomatic to keep this thought to himself. "Much too early for lunch," Pagan declared, "but do you fancy a cup of tea or coffee?" "Ah...er...yes," Richard replied, sitting at the table with Sif planting her self almost on his feet. "Good, I fancy a cup myself; tea?" "Yes thanks." As Pagan set about tea making a tabby cat entered the kitchen from somewhere in the house. It began to purr and twine itself round Pagan's legs. "This is Odin," Pagan declared. "He doesn't like his tummy tickled so I suggest you don't try it, unless of course you're masochistic and enjoy having your hand nearly bitten off." The cat and dog seemed to have a mutual agreement to ignore each other. Richard on the other hand, was unable to ignore Pagan. From the pretty, but not to his eyes unusual young woman he remembered, she seemed to have changed into a deliciously seductive mature woman with an air of magic about her. She seemed to him to be especially delectable since her dress gave him such an alluring view of what it didn't quite hide. With her slender figure, long legs and undoubtedly delightful mammary hemispheres, (much developed since their revelation in the bathing hut), he believed he now understood why the early Christian hermit monks feared females. Pagan was enough to make the most committed celibate break his vow of chastity. To add to the devastating effect of her figure, she had gorgeous chestnut hair that fell almost to her waist. Her forehead was perhaps a trifle too broad, her nose a little like a child's, being too short to match her sensuous lips. Her almost swanlike neck seemed to flow down to her shoulders, and the one bare shoulder showed itself pleasantly plump and rounded. Richard, not having a monastic vocation, was experiencing the full effects of Pagan's femaleness; the tingling sensation in his groin; a penis that was becoming blood engorged; the both delightful and tormenting desire for a female; in fact those sensations that have, for good or ill, maintained the reproduction of the human species throughout the ages. Richard knew now why he had at first failed to recognize her at the funeral. He wondered why he had never noted her beauty when he had known her in the past and seen her naked. But then, he had only been a child and there was no doubt she had changed markedly since then. Pagan Love She met him online. She read his profile at a site and thought he sounded interesting. She messaged him. He replied. Like her, he loved sex, the more hardcore, the better. Unlike her, he was Pagan. This intrigued her. They talked online for days. She couldn't wait to sign on and if he was there, she was elated. If not, she waited for him. They exchanged pics, and yes, there was an attraction. Although she was 36 to his 25, they had lots of things in common and the more they talked, the more she wanted him inside her. She made her feelings known. How talking to him made her pussy ache for his tongue, his hands, his cock. He made it known that he so desperately wanted her to sit on his face. He wanted to tongue fuck her pussy in the worst way. He wanted hardcore. She wanted his cock in her ass, his tongue in her ass, she wanted to be freaky with him, defy all that she was taught. The Catholic schoolgirl was now a woman and wanted to feel flesh, his flesh, deep within her womb. She wanted him to lick her, suck her, fuck her, bite her. She wanted to give her very soul to this man that made her body tremble, her juices flow, her very being alive with his words, his face before hers. His eyes beckoning her to let go of all her inhibitions. Letting him drain her old life away and give her a new life. Her soul, her life, her blood was his for the taking, and take it he would, mixing it with his own. Together they would unite and unfurl such a storm of love upon each other. She met him in person. Back at his place, he pushed her up against the wall, ripping away her clothing, finding an exposed nipple, he takes it with force, sucking hard, nibbling, then sucking again. Hearing her moans, he continues. He licks her body as he eases his way down, biting then kissing and biting again. He's on his knees looking at her wet pussy. He grabs her as he crashes to the floor holding her against him. Making her sit on his face, he buries his tongue in her wanting flesh. She fucks his tongue. Moving her body back and forth feeling his tongue against her clit. He inserts two fingers deep inside her. She fucks them forcefully. He loves that she is like this. She notices his cock is rock hard and dripping precum. She bends down to his hardness, taking him in her mouth and she sucks him off. She licks his shaft from the tip to the bottom, gently rubbing his balls, then she sucks them too, licking them, caressing them with her tongue. She goes back to sucking his cock. His tongue is deep within her ass. Oh how she loves that. She's never had it and the feeling is awesome. She wonders if he would like that too and without any more thought, her tongue finds his hole and she begins licking. Noticing that this was making his cock drip more, she continues by inserting a finger deep inside him as she takes his cock in her mouth. He moans loudly and forces her to take all of him. She keeps sucking him, deep, and within seconds his cum spills into her mouth. He asks her to get up and then he leaves the room. He comes back and asks her to close her eyes. She does so. He blindfolds her and leads her to his room. There he securely fastens her hands to his headboard. She's on all fours, blindfolded, ass in the air and he gags her. He stares at her beautiful, helpless body. He then grabs the paddle and gives one good blow across her gorgeous ass. Not a flinch from her. He strikes her again and again. The heat rises and the fire burns deep inside her as he continues spanking her. He notices that she is wet and it's dripping down her legs. He enjoys spanking her and the reaction she is giving him. His cock is so hard. He moves closer to her and rubs his cock against her red ass. The sensation she feels overwhelms her. He rubs her ass, spanks it again, then rubs it. This continues and then surprisingly to him, she squirts. He removes the gag and kisses her deeply. She came from him spanking her, that has never happened to him and he loved it. He removes the blindfold and looks deeply into her eyes. He can tell that she trusts him and that she's enjoying this. She is sexually aroused and he intended to make her feel good over and over again. He untied her and laid her on her back. He gently kisses her and caresses her breasts. His manhood pressed against her naked body causing her to moan. He sucks on her nipples, licks them, rubs them. The pace picks up and he sucks harder on her nipple. She begs him to continue. She likes the roughness. He knows that she does. He asks her to stand up and she does. His hands caress her whole body from top to bottom. He takes in the smell of her hair, he works his way down and kisses her red bottom. Her body shivers with anticipation of his next move, wondering what that might be. He tells her to sit on the bed. She does so and then he leaves the room. She looks around the room and sees his altar. This is where he worships his Goddess and God. He is Pagan, Wiccan. He told her their first chat. It intrigued her. He aroused her. She continued looking around his room. He came back. He told her he had a surprise for her. He held out a knife. Not just any knife, the knife he used for his rituals, the knife he used to draw blood, his blood, for various spells. He held out his hand and cut across the scar that was already there. He placed it before her lips and she licked it. Tasting his blood made her loins ache again. He asked her to hold out her hand and she did so without hesitation. He made a cut and sucked her there. The burst of energy swarmed through him. She hungered for him to be inside her as they both licked each others cuts. He lay her down on the bed and entered her moist pussy. He fucked her like a wild animal. She met his thrusts with her own and together they came. They lay next to each other exhausted, waiting to gain the strength back to do it all over again... Pagan Lover I just graduated high school and it was the summer before I entered college. I hate to admit it but I was still a virgin. I was feeling low and I thought I would have the whole summer to stew about it. I would take walks in the morning in order to get some exercise. A neighbor woman up the street named Rachel flagged me down one day. Would I like to earn some money and mow her lawn. I wasn't going to work that summer. A few dollars from mowing her lawn wouldn't hurt me. I told her I would be around tomorrow to get started. I was quite pleased with myself when I got home. I told my Mom what I was going to do. She looked horrified. "That woman's a witch," she told me. I asked my Mom what she was talking about. Mom said that she practiced witchcraft and that I should stay clear. I told my Mom that I was just mowing her lawn, we weren't going to practice any rituals. I found the whole thing so silly. The next day I arrived at Rachel's house. Her lawn really did need to be cut badly. Rachel came outside and showed me where the mower and gas was located. It took a few pulls but I got the mower started. It took me nearly an hour but I got everything cut and looking up to shape. I knocked on the door when I was finished and Rachel answered. I had to admit she looked quite fine. My guess she was in her early fifties. She had jet black hair. Rachel loved to wear tops that showed her cleavage. This horny virgin took a good look. Rachel invited me in and promptly paid me. I looked around the house but I didn't see anything that would look like a witches' house. I think we were both giving each other the eye. I was all sweaty. My shirt was clinging to my chest. I was wearing a pair of shorts and my sneakers. Rachel offered me a drink. I looked at the glass closely. "Don't worry, it's only cider, not witches brew." I chuckled. Sure enough it was cider. Rachel started to ask me some questions. Was I finished with school and did I have a girlfriend? I told her I wasn't seeing anyone right now. I wanted it to seem like I didn't want any attachments as I was leaving for school. I had my eyes on Rachel's breasts. Those things were huge. I wanted to touch them in the worst way. Rachel said I should take off my shirt. She would get me a towel to dry off with. Rachel went back and got me the towel and I shed my wet shirt. Rachel had her eyes glued to my chest. I toweled off and handed it back to her. She placed it on the counter. The next part took me by surprise. Rachel placed her hand on my chest. It was more than just touching me. Her fingers went to my nipples and she pinched each one. I guess I was shocked. I could feel my cock twitching in my shorts. No woman had ever done that to me. "Are you attracted to me Kevin?" I told her she was quite attractive. Rachel kept touching me. She said she hadn't been with a man in some time. She said I shouldn't go to school still as a virgin. My face went red. How could she possibly know? I didn't have time to wonder about it. Rachel knelt down in front of me. She pulled on the waistband of my shorts and there was my dick exposed to her. Rachel took me in her hand. She brought the tip of my cock to her lips and she engulfed me in her mouth. I couldn't believe my luck. Here was this shapely woman sucking my rod. She didn't just lick the head. She went down to the root and I could feel her tongue wrapped around my fat cock. It didn't take much to get me hard. I was horny as all get out. A few minutes of attention and Rachel pulled away. She got up to her feet and then took me by the hand. "Maybe we should go back to the bedroom." I walked back with Rachel. She stood there and I watched as she got naked for me. She wasn't like any pictures of naked girls I had seen. Her tits were enormous and her nipples were large saucers. Rachel had wide hips and her bush was black as coal. She got onto her back and she motioned me to join her. She reached out and took my head in her hands. She guided my face down to her pussy. I had never licked a woman before. I just ran with it. I stuck my tongue out and I started to lick up and down her gash. Rachel was definitely getting into it. She spread her legs wide and she began moaning as I worked my tongue all over her wet slit. "Oh my God Kevin!" Rachel cried out. I figured I must be doing it right. I got a little bolder and I pushed two of my fingers into her wet hole. Rachel was thrashing around on the bed. I looked up to see those ripe melons dancing around on her chest. I would have gone longer but Rachel told me to pull off. I thought we might be finished. Far from it. "I need your cock, fuck me Kevin," she begged me. This was the moment of truth. I climbed close to her pussy. I guided my cock head to her opening and I pushed into Rachel. I was surprised to find her pussy was very tight. It took some time for me to get my cock inside her the whole way. Once I was buried inside Rachel, I just held my cock in place. For some reason this made Rachel crazy with lust. I figured it was time to really get fucking. I began thrusting deep into Rachel's tummy. She wrapped her legs around me. I thought she was going to choke off my breathing. All I could do was to keep slamming my cock all the way in her clammy hole. To my surprise I was able to go a long time. I didn't want to cum prematurely this first time. We probably fucked close to an hour. I could hear Rachel panting as my balls slapped against her ass. Rachel urged me to go deep and hard. I did just as she asked. It finally got to the point where we were both getting close. "I want you to cum in me Kevin. Give me your hot load." That is just what I wanted to hear. I stroked Rachel awhile longer and then I finally gave in. I blasted my load deep inside Rachel. God, how she screamed when she felt my seed enter her pussy. Rachel's muscles were squeezing my dick. It was like she wanted every drop of my hot liquid for her pussy. I didn't stop. I kept feeding Rachel cock and she took all my white froth inside her. We maybe went ten minutes before I start losing my erection. I slowly withdrew and I looked down. White drop of my cum were mixed in Rachel's black pubic hairs. Rachel pulled me down to her body and we kissed. She told me I was a very good lover. I got the feeling this wasn't going to be our only time. Rachel got up and went to clean herself up. When she returned I got a pleasant surprise. Rachel used her mouth to clean off all our sex juices from my dick. Rachel said that maybe that should be all for today. We got dressed and Rachel saw me to the door. We did manage to exchange phone numbers. Rachel said I should text her later that night. I went home with my mowing money and a spent dick. My mother asked if everything went well. I wish I could have told her just how good things went. I said everything was fine and I went to my bedroom. The evening couldn't have arrived soon enough. I texted Rachel and she replied to me. She told me she could still feel my cum swimming around in her pussy. She hoped we could sex again soon. I should stop by tomorrow if I wanted. I could feel my prick growing right then. I slept like a baby that night. The next morning my parents left for work. I made the walk up to Rachel's house. She answered the door totally naked. She said I had been on her mind the whole evening. I found out more about Rachel. She had been married once. Her ex-husband wasn't comfortable with the pagan lifestyle. He decided to divorce Rachel. Rachel worked off and on with pagan matters. She said she wrote some books and she worked with others promoting paganism. She also said it had been a few years since she had sex with another man. Somehow we just hit it off. I wanted Rachel and she wanted me. We went back to the bed once more. Rachel said she had a balm that she wanted to use on me. I had no idea what it was for. She rubbed some on the tip of my cock and then coated my entire shaft. She said it would desensitize me. We got out of our clothes and Rachel got on her hands and knees for me. I put my hands on her hips and then I shoved my dick into her waiting pussy. Rachel was right. I was able to go much longer using that cream. I probably took Rachel for two hours that morning. I was surprised that I had more cum stored up so soon. Rachel seemed to need my loving. She said she went wild when she felt me flood her pussy with my love cum. I ended up fucking Rachel twice that day. Once in bed and once in the shower. The hot water was hitting our bodies as I entered Rachel from behind there in the tub. She said to go as hard as I could. I drove my cock into her pussy deep. I would lift Rachel onto her toes with each thrust that I made. I reached around with my hands and I cupped those giant tits of hers. Rachel said she loved having her nipples pinched. I rubbed and pinched each one as we fucked in the shower. Rachel had numerous orgasms she told me afterwards. That was the best summer I have ever experienced. I was over at Rachel's house as much as I could be. She showed me various lovemaking positions. I no longer felt like an inexperienced virgin after being with Rachel. The time had arrived and there were only a few days left before I left for college. I think Rachel was sad I was leaving. "You are going to forget me, aren't you?" I said I could never forget her. Besides, I would be back during the holidays and spring break. "You will probably have a girlfriend by then," she said. I didn't know what to tell her. We were so different age wise. I loved what we had but who could tell what would happen in the future. We had one more intense lovemaking session together. I gave her one final load of my spunk and then I left. I'm at school now and busy as hell. I do think of Rachel all the time. I haven't contacted her yet. I am going to wait and hope that she will still want me in her bed when I return home. Pagan "Of course not Richard; perhaps she has no physical presence at all except in pictures and as you've seen, in statues we make, but it is what she represents that's important, and I think she represents good and beautiful things in life." "And you want to be like the things she represents?" "Pagan laughed and said, "I try, Richard, I try." "But you said she was the goddess of fertility and love and sex so does that mean you...?" "Ah, yes, Freyja likes to give her love freely, but on the other hand she's particular who she gives it to." She looked at Richard searchingly for a few moments and added, "I'm particular too." Richard rather enviously wondered whom she was particular with. Resolving that he'd keep and eye open for any lovers hovering around Pagan he yawned and Pagan said, "Yes, better go to bed, we've got a heavy day tomorrow." With the threat of a "heavy day," he tottered off to bed and was quickly asleep. In his dreams the bare breasted Freyja statues took on a look of Pagan. * * * * * * * * He was awakened at dawn, a most unusual event in his life, by the uproar of birds singing, a rooster crowing, the distant sounds of cows moaning and the general cacophony of a rural dawn. He groaned and put his head under the covers but the sounds seemed to penetrate. After ten minutes he surrendered to the clamour, rose from the bed and after obeying the demands of nature he took a shower and shaved. After that he dressed in his overalls and made his way as silently as possible so as not to awaken Pagan, to the kitchen, intending to make himself a cup of coffee. On his way he was joined by Sif who seemed to have lain at his door all night. To his amazement he found Pagan already in the kitchen stirring porridge in a saucepan, Odin sitting at her feet. She was a once more transformed Pagan, having returned to her overalls and T-shirt. It was odd, but Richard thought she looked almost as sexy in these clothes as her red dress of the previous evening. Somehow the T-shirt moulded itself to her breasts, and the overalls fitted snugly over her high firm buttocks. "You're up late," she admonished. "Late," protested Richard, "it's only seven o'clock." "I've been up since six o'clock," Pagan said, "country people don't lay in bed half the day," and plonking a large plate on the table said, "Here's your porridge." This was too much for Richard, so he protested, "I always have Chocy Sweetie Pops for breakfast." "Chocy Sweetie Pops!" Pagan exclaimed in a disgusted tone. "Firstly, I don't have any Chocy Sweetie Pops, and secondly, we've got work to do and you need a proper breakfast and you won't be getting anything else." Glumly Richard started to eat the porridge and after a couple of spoonfuls complained, "It isn't very sweet." "Got salt in it," Pagan said brusquely. "Salt!" Richard exclaimed. "If you want it sweet put some honey in it." "Honey?" "What's the matter, haven't you heard of honey?" "Of course I have, mum buys a jar of it every week at the supermarket." "Hmm, that stuff! I get mine from Jason; he's got beehives so it's the real thing." She pushed the jar of honey across the table and Richard spooned some into the porridge and stirred. Trying it he said, "Mmm, it's not bad like that." "That's good because that's what you'll be getting for breakfast every morning, except Sundays when we'll have bacon and egg. Chocy Sweetie Pops!" she snorted. "I suppose you want me to pick up more manure?" Richard said after a while. "Only in the stables, must keep them clean, but it'll be several days before there's enough manure outside to make it worthwhile picking up." "What we've got to do is deliver the stuff you collected yesterday and then get on with painting the stables. I scraped down and undercoated them a couple of weeks ago so it'll be fairly easy. I'll clear up here while you load the sacks of manure." Followed by his shadow Sif Richard went to where he had stacked the sacks and commenced humping them into the back of the truck. "Why the hell don't you help," he complained to Sif, who wagged her tail in response. "That's no way to talk to her," Pagans said, appearing unexpectedly, "she's in love with you." "In love...a dog?" Richard objected. "Why not, I put a great deal of store by Sif's response to people. You should be flattered; she's never taken to anyone the way she's taken to you. Anyone she doesn't take to I'm always very wary of, and she rarely takes to men, so..." "So it's a good sign?" "Yes, and if it's of any importance, I've taken to you as well. It's true you're not really used to hard work, but you'll be all right. Now let's get this manure delivered. We've got Bandy Brian, Spud, and then Denzil and Mavis to call on." Bandy Brian lived up to his name. He had spent most of his working life on horse back, working at racing stables. Spud was so named because he specialized in growing potatoes and Denzil and Mavis (chicken poo) was a couple of aging left over hippies from the nineteen sixties, and as Pagan said, "It's better not to ask what they grow." Richard noted that Pagan continued to introduce him as, "My friend Richard." Back on Pagan's block it was stable painting time. They wielded paint rollers until lunch time and by then Richard's arms were aching, and as he put it, "My belly is sticking to my back bone." "Good," Pagan said, "a healthy appetite, I like that." Lunch consisted of soup that had the consistency of stew and Richard had two helpings. They slogged on with the painting until Pagan said it was time to stable the horses, and this time they were groomed. Richard who had never groomed a horse in his life, and was wary of them anyway, followed Pagan's instructions and managed one and a half horses and narrowly missed being struck by an irritated horse kick. Since they were going to the pub for the evening meal they showered and changed. This time Pagan disturbed poor Richard with a black dress held up by narrow cloth passing round her neck and tied behind, the dress being backless. It was even more translucent than the other dresses she had worn. Her only adornments were the earrings she had worn the previous evening and a silver bracelet. Richard resorted to his last pair of clean jeans and a dark green T-shirt. He thought the dark green might please the Freyja in Pagan, but he still felt like a secondhand rag bag beside her. Dressed as she was, it seemed incongruous to Richard that they were going to drive in a manure smelling truck to the pub, but obviously this didn't bother Pagan. He thought what a curious mixture of farm labourer and elegant princess she was, and her dress sophistication in no way changed her driving habits. * * * * * * * * The pub, named "The Wild Jackaroo," Richard had only glimpsed on his arrival. Now looking at it more closely he saw it was in a nineteenth century colonial style with wide verandahs supported by heavy red gum posts. They passed through a dimly lit bar being inhabited by a couple of men who yelled out, "G'day Pagan." They entered a small dining room that was more brightly lit and were greeted by a stout man who also said, "G'day Pagan," and then added, "Haven't seen yez lately." "No, Sid," Pagan replied, "I've been a bit busy. Sid, this is a friend of mine who staying with me, "Richard, this is Sid Wellings, he owns this place." They shook hands, and a knowing look came into Sid's bright beady eyes. "Staying with yez is he? Well...well...you look after our Pagan then, she's something special round here. We reckon she'll be standing at the next council election, that right Pagan?" "I'm thinking about it Sid," Pagan replied. "Yers...yers...well, nice ter meet yez Richard, ha...ha...here's the menu, yer want the usual Pagan?" "No, it's special tonight, so a bottle of your best red, Sid." "Ah, special is it?" He winked at Richard. "I'll see what I can dig up for yez." They examined menus in silence until Sid returned bearing a bottle of wine. "Me very best Pagan," he chortled, "And seeing as it's a special celebration tonight it's on the house." "Oh Sid that's not..." "No...no..." Sid said as he produced a corkscrew and opened the bottle; "on the house. Tell yer what yer can do, drop us round a couple of bags of manure for the wife's veggie garden next time yer in. Now, what's yer order...tell yer what, how about a couple of our great local steaks, they'll brace yer up for the rest of the night." Pagan glanced at Richard saying, "They're very good." Richard nodded. Sid chuckled and saying, "Some of the local lad's noses'll be out of joint, ha, ha," he departed. Richard had been trying to follow Sid's somewhat esoteric chatter and had the distinct feeling that he'd somehow missed the point, but then, he'd vaguely felt like that during the meetings with Pagan's manure customers and neighbours. "An odd man," he said. "You think so?" Pagan replied. "Well perhaps he is a bit forthright, try the wine." Richard was not a wine drinker normally so he sipped cautiously. It went down like honeyed silk. "That's not bad, not bad at all." He followed the sip with a long swallow and held out the glass for a refill. "Take it easy Richard," Pagan chuckled, "I don't want to have to carry you to the truck." Like many males Richard was proud of his imagined alcohol intake capacity so he said, "I could drink you under the table anytime." "A silly boast Richard and I don't like drunkenness or people with hangovers in the morning." Richard was a bit nettled by this comment and snapped back, "Used to having people with hangovers around in the morning are you?" "Richard, I want us to have a nice evening; I was only joking, and anyway, you could hardly get drunk on one bottle of wine – or rather half a bottle of wine - just nice and relaxed, so let's get relaxed." "Sorry Pagan, it was silly, and I don't usually drink much anyway." * * * * * * * * The following days were filled with a variety of jobs; stable painting; "shit" collecting; vegetable garden weeding, digging and planting; horse feeding and grooming, and even household tasks such as cleaning and meal preparation ("I'll teach you to cook," Pagan had said). Pagan ceased wearing her Freyja dresses, and both of them were rarely out of their overalls. They did not return to the pub for a meal, but they did deliver a couple of bags of manure as a sort of "thank you" to Sid for the bottle of wine. Saturday came round and with it people who wanted to hire the horses. They were mainly young teenage girls with only one exception, a teenage boy. Pagan now appropriately dressed in khaki jodhpurs and shirt taught them how to ride, using a sort of obstacle course she'd constructed at the lower end of the block. The young guy tried to show off in front of the girls and fell off the horse at the second jump. The horse stood there looking at him as if to say, "Bloody idiot." When the main lesson was over Pagan took the group out through a gate at the bottom of the block and they trotted off in the direction of a small wood and disappeared from sight. Richard, for once at leisure, sat on the back veranda with Sif at his feet, and watched them until the trees hid them from his sight. Odin lay curled up on an old armchair pretending to be asleep, but in reality keeping a suspicious eye on the pair. It was a glorious day, neither too hot nor too cold, and Richard felt at peace with the world and himself. "You know Sif," Richard said, "I could get used to this sort of life." Sif wagged her tail and Odin's eyes seemed to open a little. "Yes," Richard continued, "there's even something in getting up at the crack of dawn. I never realized before how much time I wasted lying around in bed. Perhaps there's something to be said for country living." Sif's tail now became a blur of waving fur and Odin's green eyes were wide open, staring at Richard. He stretched and yawned as if to say, "Oh yeah." "Pagan says she'll teach me to ride, Sif, and then we could...no, that's silly, I'm only here for another week and then it's back to the legal grind." Sif's tail ceased gyrating and she looked up at Richard with soulful eyes. Odin casually got off the chair and wandered away, his tail in the air in what looked suspiciously like a contemptuous gesture. Richard looked at the green rolling hills and the distant trees. A cloud went across the sun and a shadow passed across the nearby fields. Still addressing Sif, Richard continued, "Suppose...just suppose, I decided to give up studying law and...and...no, mum and dad would create hell. I can hear them now; "After all we've done for you, all the money we've spent...ingrate...selfish...we forbid you to..." Sif lay down, her chin resting on one paw, still looking up sadly at Richard. "You know Sif," Richard continued, "I've never been given a choice about what I want to do." He shrugged and said, "But I suppose I've never known what I want to do until now." Sif's tail wagged tentatively. "But what do I want to do, stay here with Pagan?" The tail wagged more vigorously. "Sif, you wouldn't be jealous if I said I was in love with Pagan, would you?" Sif's tail went into gyrating mode again. "But how does Pagan feel about me, and how do I know that Pagan would agree to my staying, eh Sif?" Sif sat up and licked Richard's hand. "Yes, I think you'll miss me Sif, and...and I'll miss you." They sat unmoving for a while and then Richard said, "Oh well, no use dreaming. They'll be coming back soon, let's go and get lunch ready. Man and dog went together to the kitchen. * * * * * * * * By the time Pagan and her riders returned lunch, much to her surprise, was ready. "Mmm, getting domesticated are you?" she said. "I might decide to keep you on as my resident slave." "Better a thousand years as a slave in the household of Pagan than one hour in a law lecture," Richard grinned. Pagan looked at him questionably and asked, "Do you really mean that?" "Well, not literally, but yes, being here with you is far preferable to being lectures." They stood looking at each other for a few moments. Richard felt as if something like a mild electric current passed between them. It was exciting and sexually arousing, but Richard felt it was something more than that. For a couple of seconds he was on the verge of speaking what was on his mind, but then drew back. He was not so naïve as to think that he could live with such an attractive woman and not eventually seek a sexual relationship with her, especially since she had declared him to be sexy. The fact that she was older than him was for him no barrier; in fact it made the idea of a sexual relationship even more desirable. It was the obstacle of their family blood kinship that stood in their way, even if Pagan did feel the same way about him as he did about her. If he did stay there with Pagan there were also his parents to contend with. Quite apart from the fact that they would create hell at his giving up the law, they would not be so gullible as to believe that he was living with Pagan in monastic chastity. "There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in the shallows and in miseries." Had Richard remembered from high school those words of Shakespeare's he might have come to a firm resolve at that moment and spoken what was on his mind. He let the tide pass, and Pagan said, "Well, we'd better eat and then get ready for the afternoon mob." A solemn silence seemed to descend on them, and even Sif, and Odin who had slunk into the kitchen, seemed to be in lost in thought. They barely spoke throughout lunch and by the time they had finished the horse renters had arrived. Pagan instructed Richard on what to prepare for dinner and left to attend to her clients. Throughout the afternoon Richard felt restive. It was as if having spoken his mind, even if it had only been to a dog, he felt that he had somehow committed himself and must act on what he had said, but he didn't know how. Time seemed to drag. Pagan had taken her afternoon group off in the wood and Richard wandered around the place edgily. He decided to collect some manure but gave up after a few minutes. From there he began painting the last part of the stables, but gave that up too. He went to the kitchen and following Pagan's instruction commenced the preliminary preparation for their evening meal. Sif had followed him the whole time, her tail drooping as if in sympathy with his mood. He heard cars approaching – parents coming to collect their horse riding offspring. The sound of voices as the riders returned and then their departure. It was horse feeding and grooming time. The return of Pagan did nothing to lighten Richard's mood, in fact her very presence seemed to deepen his gloom. The thought that beat in his head was that he had one more week with her – one more week in which, despite his earlier doubts about country living, he wanted to extend...extend indefinitely. Pagan went off to take a shower and on her return she was dressed in the red garment she had worn on their first night together. It was as seductive as ever. As they ate Pagan talked casually about the day, the behaviour of her clients, opining that most of them were spoilt little darlings, but adding that she appreciated the money their parents paid and, "Perhaps horse riding helped them to overcome some of their puberty blues." Richard wondered if he took up horse riding it would help him to overcome - not puberty blues – but his Pagan and country life blues. When they had cleared up after the meal they retired to the lounge where Richard sprawled untidily on an armchair. He had been trying not to look at Pagan throughout the meal because what he would see would only add to his sexual frustration. Pagan had noted his mood and she said, "You're very introspective Richard, something bothering you?" He told her only part of the truth. "I'm thinking about having to go back to law studies." "And you don't want to?" "No." "What do you want to do?" Again he did not tell her precisely what he wanted to do, but instead said, "Oh, live out in the country somewhere, like you." "Are you sure that's what you want?" "Yes, very sure." "So what's to stop you?" Richard laughed harshly and said, "Can you imagine my parents if I told them I wanted to give up law." There was silence for a couple of minutes and then Pagan said slowly, "Richard, you're not a child anymore, you can make your own decisions about your life. You told me that you'd never been asked what you wanted to do, and that you didn't know anyway, but now you seem to have found out, am I right?" "Yes, but my parents..." "Richard," Pagan cut in sharply, "your parents no doubt made a decision for you that they thought best, but it was their decision and not yours. You don't like...you hate studying the law and perhaps that has forced you to consider what you really want." "They'll talk about the waste and all that sort of thing," Richard objected. "Nothing like that is ever wasted. You may not take a degree, but it doesn't mean that it's been a dead loss, nothing like that ever is." Richard shrugged, "And what would I do in the country. I haven't got the money to buy a farm, of even a block of land like you've got, and I don't have any skills that are needed in a rural setting." "You could stay here with me," Pagan said softly. Richard looked at her. No, he couldn't stay there with her, her physical presence would be too tormenting. He did not respond to her offer and Pagan seemed to change tack. Pagan "Do you remember much about your childhood?" she asked. "Some of it," he replied. "Do you remember that time we stayed at the beach and the beach hut your parents rented?" A momentary smile flitted across Richard's face. "Yes, I remember." "And do you remember how shameless I was, stripping of in front of you." "That I've never forgotten," Richard said emphatically. "Your parents would have gone berserk if they'd know I'd done that." "Yes, I suppose they would have," Richard grinned. "Do you know why I did it?" "Well, I suppose you...I suppose it just happened; we were changing and you..." "It didn't just happen, Richard, I wanted you to see me, remember, I asked you if you thought I looked pretty and you said yes." "Well, I loved you and I suppose most people we love look pretty. We see them through our love." I'll tell you why I did it Richard; my body was changing and I was very uncertain. You were very young but..." "Five," Richard intervened. "Yes, but I thought if I could show myself to you and if you liked what you saw I'd be reassured." "You should have shown yourself to an older boy, he'd have appreciated what he saw." "No Richard, I wanted it to be you. You know, I often wished you'd been older...old enough for us to show how much we loved each other." "It's strange," Richard said, "since then I've sometimes wished I'd been older, especially after you held me close to you." "Have you really, Richard?" "Yes." "I would have shown you my love if I could have." "You mean...?" "Yes; do you remember saying that we were going to be a mummy and a daddy?" Richard smiled awkwardly, "You say those sorts of things when you're a kid." "But Richard, those sorts of words spoken by a child are often the sincerest – perhaps the sincerest they'll ever speak." "Yes, I'm sure I meant them at the time, but of course, I didn't understand the barrier – being aunt and nephew." "Richard, there are no barriers if we don't want there to be. If you'd have been old enough I wouldn't have hesitated to give you my love fully and unreservedly." Richard laughed ruefully. "To think of what I missed just because I wasn't old enough." "You're old enough now Richard," Pagan said, looking at him steadily, "and I still love you, and I believe you still love me." Not daring to look at her Richard said, "Yes, I do." Pagan stood, and pushing the narrow straps that held her dress up, she let the dress slither down her body to the floor. She stood naked before him "You see," she said softly, "I'm still shameless. Do you think I look pretty?" Richard was tongue tied for several seconds before he managed to say in a strangled voice, "You're beautiful." "Then why don't you undress and let me hold you close." Without waiting for him to begin she started to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans. When he was naked she pulled her body close to his. This time his head did not rest against her breasts, they now pressed against his chest, warm and firm. "Come with me," Pagan said, and led him into the garden. Under a full moon she raised her arms and began to chant, Great Goddess, Mistress of cats/ Lady of love, beautiful Goddess/ Fulfill our greatest needs, O glorious one/ Teach us the magic we need/ Give us a glimpse of your deep wisdom/ Teach us in dreams. Enrich our lives/ Make us one in love and fidelity/ Let his seed fertilize me so that I may bring forth progeny/ Lady of love, beautiful Goddess. She kissed Richard, and said, "We are one now my lover, let us confirm our love." She kissed him again, their kiss growing more fervent as they stood there in the garden, Pagan transfixed herself on Richard's manhood gripping his length firmly with her vaginal muscle. And then as if in some sacred act, and looking into each other's eyes, they brought each other to climax – a strangely quiet climax, accompanied only by the sounds of their deep breathing. Afterwards they stood for a long time, Richard's penis in Pagan's vagina, and still gazing deep into each other's yes. Richard now had no doubts about what he had to do. * * * * * * * * By the time Richard was due to return to the city he was ready for the confrontation he knew must occur. It went as he expected; his father stormed and his mother wept. It would have been sufficient to have told them he would not be continuing with his law studies, but that he was going to live with Pagan as her lover added fuel to an already raging conflagration. "She's seduced him....she's seduced him..." his mother wailed, and his father talked of incest and police, but knew that this was an empty threat since Richard was well beyond the age of consent. When they finally saw that there was nothing they could say or do to deter Richard from his chosen course they calmed down a little, but the three of them still parted unreconciled. This began to change after Pagan gave birth to their first child. For Richard's mother it was too much that she should not see her grandchild. The first time she went alone to Bungaloo not knowing what she would find. What she found was a place of peace and love and her son looking fitter than he'd ever looked. Almost converted to rural life herself his mother returned with her report. In time his father became reconciled to the situation and he in turn visited Pagan and Richard and made the acquaintance of his grandchild. I do not think that they have ever come to completely accept the relationship between Pagan and Richard, but as his mother would say somewhat ambiguously, "There was always something odd between those two, even when Richard was a kid." For those interested, Sif remains a loyal follower of Richard; Odin ignores him and Loki is still his sworn enemy. * * * * * * * * "For Freyja whispers her spells in my ear. Freyja, Queen of the Valkyries, stands at my side." (Chant to Freyja)