0 comments/ 15646 views/ 4 favorites The Song By: Endlessly When I went off to college, I was ready for a fresh start, a new beginning. I wanted to explore my options and settle on someone as close to my ideal as possible. Little did I know where that ideal was. I got to college, and after a few months, I wasn't necessarily feeling homesick; it was my friends I missed, namely, one of my closest friends, Chris. I went to Santa Clare college in California, and genius that he was, he ended up at MIT with a very nice scholarship. Don't mistake me; with his sparking blue eyes and unruly brown hair, he was definitely not a typical science nerd. No, he wanted to go into engineering, build a better world with his own two strong hands. That's just the kind of guy he was. I missed him terribly, and we kept in touch with E-mail.. I'd rush home from my classes each night to read whatever witty thought he'd decided to leave with me. Nothing romantic ever happened between us, not in the years we'd known each other-- he always was casually dating 2 or 3 women, and I was always in some screwed up relationship or another. Besides, secretly at least, I cared too much for him to be another one of his flings. So, we carried on as we always had, only from a continent away. I couldn't wait for him to come back on break.. His parents had moved, but many of his friends remained here, and so here he decided to come. With no place for him to stay, I offered him use of my dorm. When I saw him come off the plane, my heart leapt uncomfortably in my throat.. Those sparking ice-blue eyes, that same unkempt brown hair.. The lean, muscular build that was beautiful without being showy. My Chris. He came up to me, spinning me around, and kissed me on the cheek. "I didn't realize how much I missed you." I smiled, my heart hammering, barely able to speak. "Neither did I." We got some coffee at the school cafeteria, caught up on each other's lives.. we'd both been dating casually, had a few flings, and were none too impressed by the selection. His flight had been an evening flight, and the cafeteria was about to close, so we went back to the parking lot, thinking we'd go out to a local club and dance the night away. We climbed into my '84 Ford LTD, which usually turned on easier than a 14-year-old boy, and it refused to start. I turned to Chris sheepishly. "Dammit! I'm really sorry about this." He smiled, his eyes sparkling in the dark, two frozen sapphires. I couldn't get over his incredible masculine beauty, like Michelangelo's David. "Oh, it's all right. Let's go back to your dorm." "All right." We got out and walked to my dorm. It had started to rain lightly, but neither one of us minded. We both loved the rain, used to go for walks in it on our lunch break in High School. We came back to the room. "Well," I asked, sitting on my bed in defeat, "what do you want to do?" He sat the wrong way in the chair at my computer desk. "Hmmmm. Let me think." He sort of stared at the ground for a moment, then looked up at me, a smile lighting his face, his eyes sparking. He turned around, switching on my computer. "Ummm.. Chris? What are you doing?" I could hear a smile in his voice. "You'll see, hon." I stood up, walked over to him to see what he was doing. He opened Winamp, which was filled with my collection of MP3 music files. He looked up at me and grinned. "May I have this dance?" I blushed. "Chris, you're ridiculous." He chuckled, stood up, flipped off the lights.. The only light came trailing through my one draped window from a full moon. "I know." He extended his hand. "Shall we?" I giggled. "You haven't turned on the music." "Oh!" He spun around. "Let's see what you've got." He scrolled through, then laughed in delight. "Perfect! I've always wanted to hear this song, ever since you told me about it." I turned bright red as "If I ever fall in love" by Shai came on. I'd told him that it was the sexiest song I'd ever heard.. I rarely listened to it because it was such a turn on, the way it started as a slow groove and then built into a slow a cappella masterpiece. He put his arms around my waist, holding me close.. I closed my eyes and our hips swayed in time with the slow groove. God, it was heaven.. The intro groove went in to its main melody, and we just held each other close, dancing slowly.. I couldn't believe it. I could feel him getting hard, pressed against my thigh. Could it be this was turning him on as much as it was me? He nestled his face against my neck.. Oh, God, my neck! There are few other places that turn me on so much. It was all I could do to keep from moaning. His voice was a half-whisper as he spoke, I was unsure if it was because of the rooms around us at such a late hour, or passion. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.. "I can feel your heart hammering." His rich voice was tinted with amusement. My mouth was dry, but I managed a wise-crack of my own. "Yeah? Well, I'm not even going to tell you what -I- can feel, buddy." He chuckled, I could feel the vibration against my neck, I nearly cried out. Now this was the definition of turned on. He was two inches taller than me, I was getting a kick out of the way he laid his head on my shoulder instead of the other way around. And all the time, that song... It felt as if the room was turning with us. I was getting dizzy with lust; our breath was not quickening, but instead slowing, in time with the groove of the music. I swallowed thickly, trying to regain my ability to think. But with his rhythmic breathing against my neck, the pulse and sway of our bodies, the pulse and sway of the music.. When he moved his head to look me in the eyes, instinct took over and my hungry lips found his, wanting, desiring, 5 years of pent-up, seemingly unrequited need overflowing in warm, wet breath.. To my mind's surprise, but not my body's, he returned the kiss with equal passion, tightly leashed. His lips and tongue, dominating.. He was in total control of his ecstasy and I was gone, in total abandon. It was much like our friendship; he was always in control, I was always the one who reacted too quickly. Only this time, instead of pulling me away from the brink like he had in every other situation, he was pushing me toward it. Not only was he pushing me towards the brink of ecstasy, but as he massaged the small of my back and probed my mouth with his tongue, he was backing me up to the bed.. Somehow I ended up on my back, and he climbed on top of me, kissing my chin, nudging it back with his nose, as his lips and teeth came down possessively on my exposed, arched throat.. He had put the song on repeat. I noticed this because the beginning harmony slides started up again, and he licked my neck in time to them. I couldn't have told him what my name was if he asked me. Perhaps this was the reason I decided I was going to make him call it out. I felt his hands roughly massaging my breasts as his tongue trailed back up to lick my lips and seal them in a passionate kiss. My hands went to the buttons of his denim shirt without a thought, nimble fingers doing their work. It was off in no time. He broke the kiss long enough to slip my sweater over my head, making me sit halfway up to expertly unhook my bra. I was entranced by his lean, well-sculpted torso, each line and curve and shadow begging to be kissed, licked, touched. Usually I wasn't very dominating when it came to sex, but I'd waited so long, and Chris was so inspiring.. As his hands came down roughly on my now-bare breasts, I leaned forward, putting myself on top. I licked his neck, tasting his smooth skin between my teeth as I sucked lightly. Trailing my tongue over his collarbone, down his chest, nibbling his nipples lightly.. Fingernails tracing light patterns of desire on his ribs. He let out a low moan that was half growl, and my knees nearly collapsed beneath me. It was a sound even more erotic than the song. I reached his abdomen, and swear that I could have spent eternity tracing its lines with my tongue. I nibbled lightly on the hard, smooth surface, though it didn't really lend itself to nibbling, and then traced my tongue around each hollow, kissing it lightly, absolutely amazed by its beauty and the fact that I was actually doing it. But then, like a path to oblivion, I spotted the thin line of hair some men have going from their navel down to their nether regions.. I was helpless but to follow. Unzipping the fly of his khakis with the utmost reverence, I gently helped to slip them off his hips. Next came his boxers, and the tip of my tongue traced the downward slide of the waistband, along the contour of his hip and down his leg.. Eyes flickering only momentarily to his cock. For now. He kicked his legs and flicked his ankles, and his boxers slid down the opposite wall with a satisfyingly erotic whisper, the perfect compliment to this profoundly hypnotizing, sexy song that never ended. I kissed his sensitive inner thighs lovingly, nipping only sometimes, small areas between my teeth, and licked the joints of his thighs, slightly damp with anticipatory sweat. And then.. Running my fingernails over his balls, I kissed the head of his cock softly, barely parting my lips and applying gentle suction, pressing the back of my tongue on it firmly. Finally, with a gentle push from his hips, I allowed it into my mouth.. Scraping my teeth along the shaft ever so slightly, inching slowly down, tantalizing friction as I slid to his base. I moved my mouth up a few centimeters, wrapping my tongue tightly around his shaft, and then back down. Moving up slightly more, and back, always a tight seal and a gentle suction.. By the time I was moving all the way to his head, I stopped to swirl my tongue around it, caress it gently, and then move back down with an increased urgency, all the while my fingertips gently massaging his balls. I felt a quiver in the base of his spine, and as I was wondering if I should allow him to climax in my mouth, he gently lifted my chin, drawing my mouth away from his cock. In one fluid movement, he was on top of me, and my legs were either being spread by him or spreading themselves, at this point it seemed instinct. Finally, his cock entered me, a perfect, passionate fit. The slick slap of flesh on flesh was the perfect accompaniment to the snaps in the music.. My fingernails raking his spine none-too-softly, legs wrapped around him, low purring sighs urging him on.. He pumped relentlessly, each thrust more intense and urgent, his guttural moans eliciting more from me, tension building beyond belief, nearly beyond relief.. Nearly. With a loud groan he emptied himself within me, and I began to cum, the contractions of my walls only intensifying his orgasm. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, lying his head between my breasts. I arched my neck, trying to control my ragged breath, and stroked his damp hair. He spoke, half-whisper. "I missed you." I smiled faintly in the dark, entwining my fingers in his hair. "I missed you too." The Song of Calandra [Quick Note: For those of you who don't know how to pronounce Eolande's name—I, at first, didn't—it is pronounced o (as in joe)-land (land, of course)-aey (like in gray).] 1/ In a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of 18 and became the most sought-after virgin in all of Arcadia. Most of the girls believed that her birth was by rape: Dionysus taking her mother, now dead and gone, making Calandra a bastard child of the divine. She was an orphan girl, but she was raised well by her Uncle Alexis, spending times in the woods near her home, up in the trees, singing melodies that no throat, anywhere around, could match. For this and more the other girls doted on her, teasing her and sometimes throwing stones at her. But they could not reach her — every stone they threw always missed, as if her beauty was indeed protected by the gods. Her form was an exquisite composite of young femininity. Fair skin worn over a petite frame, she had pouty, berry-red lips, and dark, unearthly black hair crowning her small face, and deep blue eyes that shined like the crystal pools of the forest. Her breasts were small, but swollen with pointed nubs that begged the eye to wander. This added great balance to her bow-shaped hips that curved into the tight, artful haunch that men and certain women of familiar persuasion would want to explore. Nether secrets of her flesh had been seen by no man, remaining a mystery that bordered on the supernatural itself. Only Calandra knew the mystery of herself and it seemed to remain that way. All men scared her, made her want to run and hide from them. Unmarried men who frightened her would speak no more than a few words — perhaps merely hello — and she would disappear, scampering away like the unnatural creature that she was. They started calling her The Nymph Calandra behind her back, women with women and men with men. It wasn't until some young women sat around and talked about her virtue and chastity that a plan was hatched to ruin her forever. These girls collected three young, horny boys of age that yearned for her, and told them that a fortnight hence they would have their prize. During the next two weeks they befriended Calandra, helping her every day with her chores. Complaining of their sweaty, filthy bodies, they begged Calandra to show them where she bathed. Calandra, sweat and naïve to the sheep-cloaked wolf of people — having no friends before — showed them the river and they bathed together. Afterwards, to show them that she was a good friend she sang them a song of Hercules fighting a dragon. Her melody and resonance so moved most of the girls that when they all went back to the village all of them had second thoughts but one. They all promised not to tell the boys about her whereabouts, but the one who could not agree — the one with more hate in her heart — crossed her fingers. Her name was Obelia. Obelia showed the boys where the river was where Calandra bathed and told them that she would bring Calandra there on the morrow once Calandra and her had finished chores. By this time Obelia knew by what time they'd be finished and on the way to the river. Of course the next day came and everything went as planned. Obelia and Calandra walked to the river, drifted out of their clothes and stepped into the river to cleanse themselves. Obelia could not see the boys, but she knew they were there. She could feel them watching her naked flesh, gazing over them with breeches about to snap from their need. What she didn't know was that there was another man there, too, who Obelia had never seen before or talked to. People who knew him called him Gavin, and Gavin had been watching all of this from the very beginning. Gavin was a curious creature, too. He liked to watch and play his aulo flute from the bushes and trees. How could he not be carried by music from the trees? First thinking that she was a dryad, Gavin began planning his move to meet her, seduce her with wine and dance and capture her in a coital harmony only given to man through feminine divinity. However, he began to notice that she was a mere mortal, perhaps only a half-blood. Upon speaking with other nature spirits, he realized that her mother was a nymph, who accidentally killed her father with an eruption that he could not withstand. His seed transferred to her with a curse of mortality as he died, smiling up at the gods. Gavin dreamed still of having her, but when he saw that mortals were moving in on her, trying to break her purity, his plan changed. It was time to save his singing bird. When he was sure she was safe he spent his time fashioning a spear of oak wood, tipped with a metal barb that he carried as a symbol of his family. he sharpened and prayed tot he gods that his protection of her be true. So, as Obelia and Calandra bathed he began hunting the bushes for each of the boys. When he came across one, pumping at the stiffness between his legs as he watched, Gavin ran the spear through him, killing him quietly. Then Gavin found another, doing the same thing — the young man's dick shining already with precum that wet his fingers. Gavin stuck the spear through his throat so that he would not make a noise. The last two boys acted before he could find them, waiting and naked, beating their excitements in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer the young men darted from the tall grass and the bushes they were hiding in, splashed into the water as Calandra screamed. Obelia laughed as they grabbed the virgin, their dicks sticking out to her from the center of their hips. Gavin made his move. He was taller, heavier and the water parted faster from the thrust of his powerful legs. His lower half was furred, black and his hoofed feet stomped in the water with ease. He cut the first man's throat and stuck the other man through the head. Both dropped dead, the water around them turning red before being carried away by the slow current of the river. Both girls screamed now. Obelia pushed Calandra back, throwing the poor beauty back into the water to give herself time to get away from the beast. That's why Gavin went after her first, snaring her arms. Obelia spun around, falling to her knees and saw the trunk of his penis dangling before her. She screamed again and passed out. Gavin lifted her and threw her over his shoulder, grabbing Calandra as she still kicked and screamed to escape him. Her, he did not harm. She let him wail upon him with all her tiny might. He walked with her in his arms, the other girl over his shoulder the whole time. When he reached his Grotto, which was there and not there at the same time, he locked Calandra in his hut and tied Obelia to a tree. Calandra had settled by this time, too tired to scream any longer, but Gavin took it carefully when he went back to the cabin. Calandra, having screamed and kicked for so long, had passed out in a bed of hay. Gavin then grabbed his aulo, which dangled from a nearby tree and he tuned a piece that called the spirits of the trees. It was little Eolande, the pixie, who came to him, her little purple-colored wings (like violet petals) beating in the air from her bare shoulders. If Eolande wasn't so small, her little body would be nice to play with. "Eolande. I summon you because I found a girl in need. Would you do me a favor for a boon?" Gavin said. Eolande nodded, smiling, saying, "Oh yes, Satyr of Pellyn. I always wanted a boon from you. Oh, how exciting!" "Would you take the girl home and make sure she's safe on the way?" "Oh, yes, Gavin." Gavin used his magic to make him and Obelia unseen while Eolande flew to the window of his home, lifted the window with her dust and entered. Calandra laid on the floor and awoke to see the violet faerie. "Where am I?" she asked Eolande. "It is no matter, Calandra," Eolande said, knowing her name from the whispering trees. "I am here to show you the way home." Eolande unlocked the door and helped Calandra to her feet with her dust. Calandra smiled, finding this all excitingly mysterious. "I have only one problem," Calandra said. "I'm naked. I don't want to go out in the nude. I do not like to inspire men to rape me." Eolande used her dust to cover the girl in a gossamer gown, which was just thick enough to hide the girl's naughty bits. Then Eolande flew out of Gavin's hut, saying, "Follow me. I'll lead the way." Gavin watched from the glamour-made hiding spot as Eolande led Calandra back into the woods, away from him. Then he dispelled the glamour and turned to Obelia, still hanging from the tree. "What am I to do with you?" 2/ Obelia dreamed of the last thing she saw before passing out: the penis, dangling against a pair of ball-sacks, and in her dreams she could not stop herself from licking them, trying her best to get it to go rigid... but it would not. The more she licked it the more she wanted it, and the more she wanted it the more she wanted to lick it until it was a stiff enough for her to ride. But she couldn't get it to get hard, no matter how much she licked or where she licked. When she woke the dream lingered between her legs as she realized that she was laying nude in a meadow. And a satyr sat near her, naked, playing an aulo and watching her with one eye. Obelia glimpsed the satyr's dick, furled and nestling on his left thigh, heavy balls hanging just below it and between his well-muscled legs. Obelia knew that this was the creature that murdered the boys who were fixing to rape Calandra for her, but she didn't care about any of that anymore. She only wanted the power of the satyr, to make him rigid and to sit on him, whether it brang her death or not. She crawled on her hands and knees until she was looking up at him. There was something about him that was animalistic, rough, intoxicatingly erotic. And the satyr liked her attention, grabbing his penis, which was growing before her very eyes. "I want to worship your cock," she said. The satyr spread his legs, his balls hanging down to ass, his dick continuing to grow in his hand. Her mouth wrapped around the head and she tightened her mouth around it, loving the scent of his masculine sex. Her warm mouth, suckling his orbed apogee, tightened his balls, making them surge with pleasure. Obelia wasn't sure what would happen if she kept it up, but she did, suckling and bobbing on it until the satyr groaned... "Milk it," he commanded and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, her lips smacking on the head as her lips popped off before returning to wet, squeeze and manuever the head of it with her mouth again. Her tongue wroiled around the spongy meat of it and she could taste something salty that wasn't there before. 3/ Meanwhile, Eolande fluttered to a hover while still leading Calandra through the forest. Calandra, concerned, asked the pixie what was wrong, but Eolande only asked her what she desired most of all. "Desire most of all?" Calandra said. "To be free of pernicious men that wish to see me ruined, I guess. Why?" Eolande told her to keep following her until they came to a large, ancient oak tree. It was probably the oldest tree in the whole forest and towered far above everything. "This is a doorway to a place where men can't harm you," Eolande said. "All you have to do is hug the tree and say a magic word, and it willt ake you away to a Paradise where you will remain happy forever." "Really?" Calandra said. "What's this magic word? I want that place more than ever!" The pixie leaned in close and whispered the word to her. Calandra giggled, raced to the tree and threw her arms around it, shouting: "Ha-brachah dabra!" Calandra stepped into the tree, but found that she could not move. There was no path to Paradise here. She screamed and screamed for somebody to save her, but nobody answered her. Eolande saw the girl disappear into the tree, becoming a apart of it and smiled. What a trick, she thought. It never gets old! But when she turned around, Gavin stood there, his masculine chest heaving and his cock limp, drained, still shiny from the saliva that was used there. "You took her to the Mother?" Gavin said, almost horrified. "She never wanted to lose her virginity, Gavin! Calandra wanted to do what nymphs do — she wanted to escape the lechery of men forever," Eolande said. "I only gave her what she wished for." Gavin nodded, his head dropping in sorrow. "Will I ever find love, pixie?" he said. "You are a satyr!" Eolande said. "Satyrs do not learn of love or even find it." Gavin sat down and he looked at the tree for a long time. If you looked hard enough you could see all the faces of the women that have gone to the Mother and now reside within her forever. "Do you have any of Obelia for me? Can I have a taste?" Eolande said. "No. Leave me, pixie." 4/ Obelia, dazed, stumbled home with the taste of the satyr's seed still in her mouth. Even days later she could taste it, a wonderful flavor that lingered on and on. It wasn't until the third day that she began to hear Calandra's voice singing through the trees... Nice and thick, full with a purple plum head Smooth-skined, thick heavy cock on my rim Sultry, naughty and only she could hear it. Everybody thought she was going mad. And maybe she was. There was a growing hunger in her, something ravenous for male flesh. Lapping my tongue, licking, swirling, tasting, teasing the head and every naughty little bit Obelia kept dreaming of men, unable to keep them out of her mind. How can I not possibly please him? Obelia couldn't wear clothes anymore, couldn't keep her fingers from roaming over her body, through and into her sex. How could I do this to myself? Trapped in a world I can't escape anymore Trapped in a world that keeps me from Living a life I can only dream of now Longing forever... Longing forever... Longing forever... By the end of the week she wandered in the woods, looking for a hunter, a woodsman... something! Any man would do. Obelia howled and found a pack of other girls, all the same way. The pack leader, the alpha-girl—well-muscled and feral as any wild wolf—was also the most intelligent of them. Under a small fire one night, she explained that this was her new life now. Obelia now belonged with the maenads—the Raving Ones. The maenads knew where to hunt, where to find men for the taking. By the time they find their first victim Obelia could barely remember her own name. They attacked the woodsman, thrashed his clothes from his body, teased him rigid and sucked his cock before tearing it from him. The Raving Ones tore him apart, leaving nothing left but picked and cleanly licked bones. Gavin saw her near the last of her days of remembering. The next day she was as feral as the others, unable to remember who she was or how she came to be what she was. Her soul was now with Dionysus, replaced by the Raging Lares of savage lust and eternal hunger. Late at night Gavin played his aulo and put them in a deep slumber and took Obelia from the pack. He took her sleeping body, cut and bruised by the forest, to the ancient oak tree that had Calandra trapped. "Mother, I beseech you. Please allow me to trade this maenad for the girl, Calandra," he said. I speak and will grant any boon for you within my power." He left Obelia there at the foot of the tree and went back to his Grotto, hoping that the Mother, in her great wisdom, would know that this would be the appropriate justice in the face of everything that happened. Later, the sun high in the sky amongst clouds, he saw Calandra come out of the woods. She stumbled upon the hut and knocked. Gavin opened his door and she gasped when she saw him. Then she threw her arms around him and said: "I owe you everything! How could a repay you?" Gavin's finger traced a line down her chest, over her stomach to her navel. "Go home," he said.