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Striga

By: Mary Riley



Solitary, Lizabeth sat in her high rise penthouse gazing down at the amber glow of the city lights below. The floor of the penthouse, usually immaculately clean was covered in a littered disarray of boxes and manilla envelopes belonging to her mother. This was only a break for the exhausted woman. An only child, Lizabeth had to oversee her late mother's last wishes and estate by herself.

A long, drawn out sigh ensued from her lips before excusing herself from a pile of papers and photos stacked in front of her.

Not only did Lizabeth have her mother's belongings to sift through, but also her late grandmother's relics and treasures as well. Not much was known about her grandmother, at least not to Lizabeth. Grandma Rosalia, born and raised in Italy, was only referred to as "eccentric" and "crazy" by the girl's mother. Maybe having the opportunity to go through items belonging to her would finally give her a chance to know something about her family, other than what others chose to tell her.

Wearily she lifted herself off of the floor and walked into the kitchen. Clumsily she fumbled through the cabinets. A cup of coffee, she thought. That would help her stay focused. Dropping two heaping teaspoons of sugar into the mug, some of the coffee splashed and ran down the side of the cartoon character's face that graced the front. Uttering a curse under her breath, Lizabeth pulled a paper towel from the roll and wiped her mess away. Turning towards the doorway, she was about to start into the living room once more to begin her chores. Instead something caught the woman's eye. A very large box leaning against the wall behind her dinette set. Vaguely she remembered the men from the delivery truck bringing this in, though the curiosity of the contents had slipped Lizabeth's mind until this very moment.

Bringing the mug up to her lips, she inhaled the scent of the coffee, then sipped. All the while her dark eyes were fixed on the large, mysterious package. Without another moment of thought she sat the mug down on the counter top. Temptation had won. Twisting the corner of her mouth, much like the manner of an inquisitive child, she neared the package and began pulling at the cardboard corners. Within moments the top of the box was torn open and Lizabeth reached her hand inside. Slowly she pulled a long oval shaped object from the box. It was covered in a black cloth. Propping it against the wall she stepped back to look at the arcane wonder draped in black. Even leaning at an angle against the wall, it still measured past the woman's waist. Carefully, Lizabeth held the strange object and tugged at the cloth. It was sewn over it!

"What in the hell?" she grumbled after realizing that someone had gone through much trouble to ensure whatever this was, that it would stay covered. But why?

"If it's in my house...I'll be damned if its going to stay a mystery." she said with a crooked smile. Lizabeth had never been known for giving up easily. The small framed woman had always been stubborn. Her mother had often said that the fact that Lizabeth was so relentless, almost made up for her size. With that in mind, she walked over to the kitchen sink and selected a clean knife.

Meticulously, Lizabeth slid the sharp tip of the knife under the dark cloth, careful not to harm whatever may be hidden beneath. The material shredded with ease. Not doubt it was old and had dry rotted with age. This had to be something belonging to Rosalia! She just knew it.

Pulling the shredded rags away, Lizabeth unconsciously allowed a gasp to pass over her lips. In front of her was the most beautiful mirror she had ever lain eyes on. It was excessively large with a perfect oval shape. It had been obviously hand carved from dark, rich wood, for no machine could have perfected the three dimensional carvings of the little plump cherubs. Their chubby hands outstretched from the top of the mirror, one of the three holding a harp. Even their faces looked so real, the eyes so wide and innocent. It had to be worth a fortune! Looking back at her through the glass was her own reflection, still full of awe with the discovery.

No matter. The antique would make an extravagant addition to her bedroom. Quickly she grabbed a hammer and a couple of strong nails. Soon afterwards her new possession hung adjacent to her bed. She stood back for a moment with a smile collectively gathering the corners of her mouth. It was almost as if she had fallen in love with the very curves of the mirror, with every finely etched feather in the wings of the cherubs. Reluctantly Lizabeth soon returned into the living room to once more bury herself in photographs and documents.

Later that night after Lizabeth had long since crawled into the her king sized bed, silver beams of moonlight spilled through the open blinds and bathed the reflective surface of the mirror. Barely a sound filtered through the penthouse, only the quiet breathing of sleep. This ended all too suddenly. Lizabeth sat straight up in bed and glanced around. She could not explain why she had awoken, the only thing she was sure of now is that she was wide awake.

"Damn it. It's a good thing I don't have to work tomorrow." she whispered to herself while drawing her knees up to her chest. Groaning quietly, she glanced over to the mirror and looked at the reflection of herself sitting there. She looked like something straight out of the movie Lady In White, she thought and made a disgusted noise. Quickly she brushed a hand through her wild head full of dark tresses. Again she glanced at herself in the mirror, only this time, something did not look all together right. Blinking twice, Lizabeth then slid off of the bed and walked towards it.

The surface of the glass seemed to ripple like the surface of a pond in the moonlight of her bedroom. There could be no doubt, this did not exactly make the woman comfortable. A knot of fear welled up in her stomach.

"Okay...I should probably run...but what if I'm dreaming? Who knows...this whole thing could be the result of the outdated milk I used in my coffee." she reassured herself out loud. 

In a trumped up moment of bravery, Lizabeth reached her index finger out and touched the mirror. To her surprise it rippled once more, just like a someone had thrown a pebble into a lake. Jerking her finger back she reconsidered what she had just said. The woman was now truly frightened. Slowly, other thoughts entered her mind, seeming almost logical at the moment. If this had been Rosalia's mirror, the same thing had to have happened to her. She lived to be an old woman, Lizabeth thought to herself. Not to mention...it's not like she had anyone that would miss her. No friends. No family left. Only her penthouse, work, and her lone adventures to the coffee house down the street, listening to strangers read bad poetry on Thursday nights. She could only laugh an empty laugh to hide the insecurity and sadness. Closing her eyes tight, Lizabeth touched the mirror again, only this time pushing on it's surface. To her amazement her finger went right into it. Pressing further, her forearm slipped in. Taking a deep breath to muster up one last fit of courage, Lizabeth stepped inside of the antique mirror's oval frame.

Opening her eyes now, Lizabeth stood inside of a small room lit only by the pale flame of one candle. Looking behind her she could see that the exact same mirror hung on this wall too, only when she looked into it, it was not her reflection that she saw, but her own bedroom. That's when she heard the footsteps.

Spinning around Lizabeth looked into the poorly lit room around her as the shape of a man became distinct. He whispered something inaudible before inching closer.

"Who are you?" she asked him, but the response she got was not one she understood. The man didn't appear to speak English. In fact he spoke what sounded like Italian. She could now make out the man's plain white shirt and black slacks. His hair was like wavy rivers of onyx, his eyes a vivid jewel green. He easily put any model Lizabeth had seen in magazines to shame.

He once again whispered something to her and fell to his knees. Tears streamed down his olive cheeks and fell on the tops of Lizabeth's feet as he held to her and kissed her ankles. One thing the stranger said became clear.

"Rosalia..."he called softly between the caresses of his lips.

Lizabeth began to swoon. The very smell of this man and the slight graze of his fingertips sent a shiver through her frail body. Yet he was mistaken and she felt the need to correct him.

"No...no..." she whispered "I'm not Rosalia." Lizabeth protested. A painting on the wall then caught her attention. A woman with dark hair and eyes. The woman could have passed for her twin. It is with this realization that Lizabeth knew she was looking into the face of Rosalia for the first time. On the wall were strange symbols around the mirror. A good guess would be they were put there to keep this man here, as some sort of prisoner. This man must have been her lover. But why was he trapped here?

The questions began to fade as she realized the young man's hands found their way up her pale legs, pushing the nightgown upward as his warm tongue slowly snaked a line up her thigh. Trembling she backed against the wall behind her, yet he was unyielding. Her fingertips stroked gently at his hair as he continued to move upward. Arching her back, Lizabeth lifted one leg over his shoulder as he found the hidden dark triangle of hair and tasted her. The woman's heart raced in her chest, her pale cheeks had taken on a soft pink blush as she felt heat rushing to her face. Lizabeth's whole body began to tingle. It was almost as if he knew exactly what she liked. The urge soon became overwhelming. Tangling her hands into his hair, Lizabeth pushed his head forward, his tongue slipping inside of her as her whole body constricted, a loud cry sounding over her parted lips.

The stranger licked the glistening moisture from her inner thigh before backing away from her. He remained on his knees, their eyes now meeting once more. Gently, Lizabeth stroked the man's hair, marveling at her new found discovery. Adoration sparkled like tiny stars in his eyes as he whispered things to her. Heartfelt things, of this she was sure. As the hours passed Lizabeth knew she had to go. Regretfully she took her leave, trying her best in English to reassure him that she would be back. Stepping once more through the mirror and into her own bedroom, Lizabeth could only smile to herself, wondering what the next night with the Striga's secret would bring.

Striga Ch. 02



Night came once more to the bustling city. Lizabeth stepped from the cab in front of the high rise building in which she lived. Making her way through the lobby, she nodded and gave a shy smile to one of her new neighbors as he waved a hand and said hello. A gorgeous guy, faintly resembling Keanu Reeves. Who couldn't help but beam a little at that? 

Fumbling with her keys, Lizabeth could hear the phone ringing as she pushed the door open. By the time she got in and sat her bags aside, the ringing had subsided.

"Feh." she muttered as she started thumbing through a collection of mail that had accumulated on the top of her coffee table 

"It was probably just another telemarketer anyways." she added flatly.

It had been almost a week since her torrid encounter with the ethereal stranger behind the mirror. For nights she had sat in her bedroom and waited. Nothing. Maybe the event was just a once a year occurrence, or what if it only happened on some kind of anniversary? 

Lizabeth sulked at the thought of not seeing him for any length of time. She yearned for him, yet she didn't even know his name. The very thought of his tongue flicking against her thighs made her dizzy. She wanted more...so much more. Whimsically, she had daydreamed at work and in the cabs going to and from her normal, everyday places. Men with dark hair passing her on the street became him at a glance. She imagined more than once, being whisked away into the darkness of a deserted alleyway by the mysterious man, feeling his strong body between her legs for the first time. A shiver of pleasure ran up her spine as she envisioned him pushing his swollen girth into her eagerly.

Blinking twice to recover, Lizabeth tossed aside the mail that she had been starring at for ten minutes or more now, but not really reading. The dull ache from days of unsatisfied arousal beneath her skirt was a constant reminder that she should have stayed just a little bit longer. There had been a hint of guilt on her part. He had unselfishly pleasured her on that strange and confusing night.

"The least I could have done was...well...something." she thought to herself.

Shaking her head a bit, Lizabeth walked into her bedroom and changed into a long black, silk poet shirt. Looking in the mirror she fussed for a moment with the ruffles and sighed. Could he see her? Her finger reached out, smudging the surface of the glass. It was solid and did not give as it had the night she passed through it. Choking back uninvited tears, Lizabeth pressed her lips together and turned from the antique mirror. Sulking, she was able to drag herself back into the living room.

There had to be some clues hidden somewhere in all the things that belonged to her grandmother, Rosalia. If not, maybe there were some answers buried in the piles of her mother's belongings. The curiosity consumed the petite woman like a wildfire from her head to her tiny toes. To wait another moment was unthinkable. Jerking around boxes and bags, Lizabeth hurried through hoards of possessions. Pinning back her unruly sea of sable tresses with one hand, the other hand continued to sift through an open box.


Hours of disappointment. That is the only thing that seemed to result from her exhaustive effort. Frustrated now, Lizabeth growled and hurled the folder she had been examining across the room.

"For once...just for once in this godforsaken world...can't I get some cooperation?!?" she blurted angrily. Since her mother had died, this was the only time Lizabeth had felt like breaking down into tears.

From across the room she could hear papers falling from the folder, which had apparently landed on the edge of one of the boxes and the contents spilled out onto the floor. 

"One thing after another." she groaned hopelessly, her forehead coming to rest in the palm of her hand while she leaned for a moment against the wall. Truthfully she felt like beating her head against it.

Glancing towards the pile of disheveled documents that had once sat in the safety and order of the folder, Lizabeth raised an arched brow. There were a couple of boxes over there, unopened. She swore under her breath. Part of her thought it was useless to pursue the matter any longer. Bed sounded so much better. The other part of her complicated little mind held the nagging "...but what if..." 

Curiosity, at this point in Lizabeth's life, should be been reprimanded by the Humane Society for killing so many innocent kitties. Grabbing her box cutter, she sliced the edges of the box carefully. If some idiot had packed the box to the top, it wouldn't be wise to let her tired eyes lead her hands into careless haste. The box sat opened soon enough, a light flustering of dust could be seen floating through the air near the light of her living room lamp. Books...some big, some small...lots of them. One in particular caught Lizabeth's attention. A book with a tattered, black leather cover. Some of the pages were hanging out, yellowed with age. The book's binding appeared to be only holding on by strings. Opening it, the musty smell of age filled the young woman's nostrils. To her delight, the book's yellow pages contained hand drawn sketches, and little entries, like that of a journal, some in English, others in what appeared to be Italian.

Looking in the corner of the antique journal, there was a name scrawled in an old fashioned hand. 

"Rosalia L. Giolinni"

A surge of excitement ran through Lizabeth's body. Running a finger over the sketches, she marveled at the timeless images. Trees, miniature landscapes, and birds. Quite the artist, her grandmother had turned out to be. Middle ways through the book, Lizabeth paused. The mirror. It was illustrated there before her widened, dark eyes. The smooth long oval frame with the cherubs, even one illustration detailing a close up of one's little innocent face. It was obvious that Rosalia had loved the mirror just as much as Lizabeth was starting to. Beside it was the same hand writing, in English, that began to spin a web for Lizabeth. A tale of young, unrelenting love.

. *** July 24, 1934

"I have foolishly fallen in love with a young man, though older than myself. A wanderer who traveled the countryside near my parent's farm. Immediately he had my heart in the palm of his hand. He was the most handsome man my young eyes had ever seen. Secretly, I began taking time away from my chores to spend time with him. Antony. I loved the way his name rolled off the tip of my tongue. He knew nothing of my questionable practices. I refused to chance that with anyone. Months passed and the closer we became. I would not use the arts on him. I had decided that if he were to truly love me, it would be of his own accord."

"One very sunny July morning, I dodged most of the workers and meandered into the barn. Of course I found my love sleeping in the hay. We were ensconced here in our secret place, with the smell of straw and the soft neighing of one work horse that had not been used that morning. I watched my nomad slumber. He looked so beautiful with his eyes closed, stray pieces of the hay collected in his long raven hair. Antony's strong hands were cupped behind his head for a pillow. In the absence of his shirt, his broad chest and rippled stomach were visible. Only a baby-fine spray of dark hair covered his chest. A dark line of hair led my eyes from his navel, past the waistband of his slacks, and still further to the mystery that rested between his thighs. It was like a trail leading my eyes to a treasure. I wanted to see what all the older women on the farm giggled and talked about while out picking in the fields. I wanted to finally know why at certain times, in conversations, my mother and father would stop talking and look away from one another with a smile when I stepped into the room. Licking my lips I knelt down beside Antony. I watched him for a moment, making sure that his breathing was still shallowed. Hesitantly, I touched his stomach with my index finger, lightly tracing the dark trail of hair against his smooth olive skin. Hooking my finger on the loose waistband of his pants, I leaned back and tried to see what made him different from me. Catching a glimpse of dark hair, I pulled the waistband out just a little more. I saw his stomach begin to shake with half stifled laughter.

The fool had been awake the whole time!

I bolted up from his side, my cheeks burning with humiliation. Small tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, further stinging my pride. Somehow my pride did nothing to quench the desire that had already taken hold in parts of me that I never given much thought to before.

Laughing, he sat up and grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards him.

"Antony! You are impossible!. A wicked and foul man!" I hissed while trying to shake his hand from my leg.

Gently, his rough hand slid over the smooth skin on the back of my leg, stopping only short from the curve of my bottom. I trembled while he stood slowly, his hand still up my skirt. I was sure no other person had touched me there since infancy.

"Rosalia." he whispered softly, every syllable dripping off of his heavily accented native tongue like drizzled honey. "I did not mean to embarrass you. Please don't be angry. You are very precious to me." he confided warmly against my cheek. One finger tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his wet lips then finding my earlobe.

A fire crept from the tips of my toes and engulfed my entire body. All of this was so foreign, yet exciting to me. My eyes closed as his masculine body pressed against the back of my own. He planted a slow, deliberate kiss against my cheek and I turned my head, letting my lips meet his timidly. Sugar and store bought confections paled in comparison to the taste of his mouth when his tongue danced around mine. I became intoxicated and literally drunk with passion. His hand moved upward, cupping the round flesh of my bottom and then taking a slight change in course. Two fingers grazed the silken material over my femininity. I felt my own moisture seeping into the cloth while he touched me. Antony's heart beat was like a tiny hammer against my back. His breathing quickened noticeably, he moaned my name once more and I melted. Whirling me around, he kissed me like no man would ever kiss me again before lowering me onto the pile of hay on which he had slept earlier. Gently, I felt the weight of his body covering mine. My legs fell apart with instinct and building desire as he settled between them, his hips moving in a circular motion against me. I glanced down at him and saw those beautiful green eyes brimming over with animalistic lust. Through his loose pants I could also see his erection standing out proudly in front of him. Clumsily, I fumbled with the button and heard the unfamiliar sound of a man's zipper opening. The pants fell off of his narrow hips easily and I raised my head once more to look at the enchanting vision that awaited me. He was like a god that time and myth had forgotten. I wanted to devour him, yet at the same time I was frightened. I had never known a man in this fashion. 

Antony caught the tincture of fear in my eyes. He paused for a moment and leaned down to brush his lips against mine.

"The pain will only last a moment. After that you'll feel pleasure like you have never known." he whispered and brushed yet another kiss against the tip of my nose.

I nodded timidly for him to proceed. Leaning forward, he balanced himself with one arm and grasped his swollen arousal with the other hand. Gently he brushed the rather large, round tip against my wetness. My eyebrows knitted together as I gasped and rolled my hips in time as it slid up and down against the little nub that until that moment, I didn't think had a function. A few times, that was all it took. My legs shook as his hand guided him over me again and again. My breath caught in my throat. It seemed as though I could feel the earth moving around me, yet I was still on the bed of hay. My back arched up off of the straw, my hands clawing at the primitive bedding around me. Beneath my closed eyelids, I could almost swear I saw color. Heat passed over my tensed body and continued to build into a surmounted frenzy until it exploded. I felt moisture flowing like a warm river onto the straw under me. Grabbing his forearm, I sank my nails in as I cried out in unexpected pleasure. Almost simultaneously, he guided himself with his hand to my opening and pushed his hips forward. A small shock of pain ran through me, but just as he had said, after a moment it subsided. He pushed into me gradually, being as gentle as possible. Deeper he moved until I could feel him pushing against the very end of my tunnel. One hand slid under my bottom, pulling me towards him with every thrust. The other, rested on top of my head, making sure that every stroke plunged just as deep as the last. I wrapped my legs around his strong body. This was a moment that would live in my mind forever. Feeling my body begin to tense once more, I cupped his bottom with my hands and drove him into me hard. At that moment our eyes met and we kissed furiously. He withdrew completely, then dove back into me with a new found vigor and determination. Pleasure washed over me like a raging storm as orgasm took me to new heights. My walls closed in around him, squeezing him with every contraction. The loud cry of my release stayed muffled into his mouth as he held me to the kiss, his own cry sounding into my mouth. His own release filled me entirely with a warm flooding of lust. Lying there on top of me, he caught his breath and pressed soft kisses against my cheek and jaw line.

"I adore you, Rosalia. I wish you could see that." With that he touched his nose to mine and smiled.

"I..." Caught in that gorgeous stare, I hesitated. 

"I love you." I thought. Say it stupid! I could not. I would not.

"I...have to go before someone catches us in here." I replied instead.

"Will you come back later...please?" he brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek with one gentle motion and seductively let his finger curl underneath my chin.

"Of course I will, silly." The love I felt for him sparkled in my eyes. I could feel them gleaming and giving me away even as I spoke.

I left for the house and meandered into the kitchen. As my mother turned her back, I stole a pinch of the freshly baked cake that sat cooling. A smile was never far from my lips the rest of the day, nor was a happy spring in my step. Antony...what have you done to me?"

***

Lizabeth sat with the book in her lap, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She didn't realize people were that open about sex back then, even if this did appear to be a private journal. 

That certainly didn't do anything to help the stirring desires that had been rooted between her thighs after her meeting with Antony less than a week before. 

There were plenty of journal entries in there, yet no clues to what make the mirror work so far. If they were there, they were probably buried deeper in the book. Sighing with disappointment, Lizabeth flopped the book down on the sofa, throwing one leg over it's arm. Lizabeth could certainly say one thing at the moment. She would have no trouble admitting that she envied Rosalia. No doubt about it, she wanted to write things like that one day about Antony. She looked from side to side, as if to make sure she was alone, merely out of habit. 

One hand disappeared beneath the ruffles on the bottom of the night shirt. The thin, black mesh thongs barely covered the thin triangle of dark hair beneath. Lizabeth let her head drop against the sofa, a fingernail tickling over the crotch of her panties. She moaned breathlessly. Just the one small motion had set off sparks deep within her. Discreetly, Lizabeth slipped a finger under the see through panties and felt her hot moisture. 

Moaning softly, she began to imagine it was Antony touching her. Lizabeth lowered her small body back against the oversized pillows on the sofa, her legs falling completely apart. Pushing the panties aside, she had easy access to now quench the burning desire that the mysterious man had sparked. Dipping her finger into herself, she breathed deeply. She wanted him so badly. To feel his skin against hers, his hot mouth on her pale skin. The urge to kneel before him and suckle him like a starving babe had also implanted itself into her mind with a vengeance. She wanted to taste him on the tip of her tongue. Slipping a second finger inside of her dripping femininity, she arched her back against the cushions.

"Mmmmm...oh yesssss. I want your cock." She moaned out loud, though he was no where around to hear. Lizabeth wanted him, and she was unashamed at the moment while on the threshold of sheer satisfaction. Faster her fingers moved, her thumb moving upward to find the neglected blossom and rub her thumb around it with a circular motion. Greedily shoving both fingers in deep at the same time, Lizabeth felt the familiar tingle of pleasure creeping up her legs. Her whole body began to tighten. No. She didn't want it to happen that fast. Sitting up, Lizabeth moved into straddling position on the sofa, balancing herself on her knees with one hand on the arm of the sofa. Pulling the panties aside hastily, Lizabeth's fingers found the swollen treasure once more, plunging deep. The woman's hips moved in time with her efforts, and when sure she was balanced, her other hand slid up the front of her body to pinch one of her long, pink, bullet-like nipples. Faster her hips moved to meet the exploring fingers. She could her the sounds of her own moisture as her fingers were sucked in with each probing touch. Lizabeth tried once more to slow down as she felt herself getting too close, but it was too late. The needs and parts of her that had been so sorely neglected refused. Sliding lower against the sofa, Lizabeth rocked back and forth slowly savoring the building orgasm. Holding perfectly still, Lizabeth held the heavenly, intense feeling for a moment before the walls of her tunnel closed in around her fingers and contracted hard. Rivers of sweet moisture ran down her inner thighs in a sticky line. Throwing her head back, her loud moan echoed throughout the apartment with her release. Pushing her fingers in and out a few more times, Lizabeth enjoyed every last contraction that the orgasm had to offer. 

Breathlessly, Lizabeth collapsed on her side against one of the rather large pillows and smiled to herself. That would hold her off for now. Calling in sick tomorrow for the first time in her five year history with the firm seemed like a good idea. 

The sleep would be nice. It would also give her time to read more of the journal. Lizabeth was way too tired tonight to continue the search. Yet she knew that there had to be some clues hidden in that book. More information that would either tell her how to get into the mirror...or how to get the handsome wanderer out.



Striga Ch. 03



The annoyingly, sharp beeping of an alarm clock filled apartment. Swatting, while still blinded with sleep, Lizabeth cursed at the wretched device. Groaning to herself, she knew the warm bed was all too enticing, but if she were to get anything accomplished being lazy would not make it easy.

Sitting up was a gradual process. With sleepy eyes, Lizabeth reached for the phone and proceeded to lie her ass off while calling in for the first time ever in her five-year career. Deborah, the other paralegal at the office, sounded as if maybe she didn't believe Lizabeth's story about being sick. Lizabeth wouldn't budge. There was no coming in for a half day. In the end Deborah was forced to buy into it.

"Who cares? Let them check my attendance records. This is the first fucking time I've ever called in." Lizabeth griped to herself after hanging up the phone. "With my luck... just for this I'll get sick for real tomorrow." She chuckled lightly to herself.

Quickly her thoughts returned to the night before on the sofa. One corner of her mouth turned upward in a lopsided smile. If only he had been there.

"Antony... " she whispered to herself and glanced at the mirror that still hung there on her wall as a constant reminder. A reminder of what she was so close to having, yet it was so far from her reach. Literally worlds away. When she slept, did he watch and yearn to be by her side? 

Slowly, she slid off of the bed and walked toward the antique mirror. The smile turned to a bittersweet expression as she lifted a finger to trace one of the little cherub's wings. Looking into the glass itself at her own reflection, Lizabeth wondered if he was watching this very moment. Lowering her face to the mirror's surface, Lizabeth pressed a kiss against the glass. Inching closer, her breasts touched the glass. The first brush of the cold surface sent a shock through her entire body. The heat from her breath fogged up a small area, leaving the perfect print of her full lips.

"A promise." She said softly prior to backing away. They would meet again, Lizabeth was too determined not to let things end this way without a fight.

Lizabeth turned on her heel quickly and strolled into the living room where she had left the journal. It still sat on the table, where it had been left. 

"Damn!" she slapped her knee "I didn't save my place. How stupid can a person get?" 

She slid a hand through her unkempt hair and began thumbing through the musty old book with a vengeance. She passed the sketches and doodles that marked the pages she had read the night before. Flipping through a handful of pages afterwards showed nothing of importance. A lot of rambling about the chores, Rosalia's parents, even a horse, "Cinnamon" or "Cinny" that she seemed to be extremely fond of. Antony, of course was mentioned here and there. Mostly lovesick comments and amorously written poems. Lizabeth had discovered through offhand comments and careful reading that Rosalia had only been maybe seventeen when she kept the journal. 

Closer to the end of the book, one page caught her eye. The mirror had been drawn clearly once more, only this time the sketch depicted the mirror as broken. Little broken heart doodles were scattered on the page. Something had to have happened. Lizabeth read on, convinced that maybe something useful would find her in those pages.

**October 10, 1934

I saw Papa and Antony talking out by the barn this morning. I couldn't hear what was said, but Papa seemed upset. I think he saw Antony and I kissing yesterday. I tried to talk to him before dinner tonight but he seemed to be avoiding me. I understand, but I do not want to. I cannot imagine my life now without him, and I do not plan to.

**October 12, 1934

My heart is breaking into a million pieces. Antony found me in the stables and we hid and talked. My father has told him that he has to leave, mostly because of me. He has no where else to go. I cannot help but think this is all my fault, yet I cannot bear to lose him. 

**October 12, 1934 (Continued later that day)

I have decided the only way I can keep Antony is through magic. I have fought my self long enough on the decision and know that it's the only thing I have left. He leaves two days from tonight I have decided that an entrapment spell should work the best. In my few years of practice I have not had to deal with power in this magnitude. I am going to have to ask for assistance. 

I waited until after dark and crept out of my room. I ventured over the hill with the bent olive tree. Not long after walking, I saw the little dilapidated cottage coming into view. This is Maria Bellatoli's house. She is rumored to be the most powerful Striga for the next three towns. 

Once reaching the house, I hesitantly knocked on the front door. Patiently I stood, though I shook like a leaf. There was no answer. I turned with a heavy heart and decided maybe Maria not answering the door was for the best. Maybe it was a sign that what was to be... should be.

I began to walk away from the house, trying to devise a way of getting back into my room without getting caught. I stopped. From behind me I had heard what sounded like a creaky door opening. Frozen with fear, I stood there. Yes, we were both Strigas, true, but this Striga was rumored to be a woman that could make me look like a bumbling novice. There were horrible stories about how she could kill men with one look, ruin crops, eat children and spread illness. You name it, and she supposedly could do it. I was scared to death. I turned slowly to face her, my eyes closed tight against what I might see.

"Yes?" I heard the voice of an elderly woman say. Opening one eye first, then the other, I looked at this "evil woman." I stood with my mouth half open in shock. She reminded me a lot of my own grandmother. I felt silly. What if the stories were just that, stories? This woman would know that I practiced if I asked her for help.

Raising a silver brow, Maria waited for me to say something.

"Child, you do not have to be afraid. Do you know how many of our kind have come to me for assistance?" she placed a hand on top of my head and smiled before looking around. "Now get in here and tell me how I can assist you before someone happens to see you."

Almost Immediately after that I felt comfortable with her. I poured my heart out to the old woman in hopes that she could offer some advice. She sat quietly by the fire, starring into the flames while listening to me. I finished and she continued to sit there in silence for a moment, the orange glow bathing her in an eerie light. Her dark eyes were like two pieces of coal as they turned to me thoughtfully.

"If you seek to keep him, you must use an entrapment spell, just as you suspected. I have some really good ones but I recommend something long term. That will give him time to get over being angry at you for what you are about to do." Her thin lips spread across her face in an almost unnerving smile.

I had never considered that. If he found out that I had bound him to me in some magical manner, of course he would be upset with me. I had never seen Antony angry before.

With one clawlike finger she pointed to a spell that involved mirrors and tapped it.

"Now this... this will give you what you want." She chuckled hoarsely. "You can come and go as you please, when you please, and do what you like. He will be yours to keep. Getting a strand or two of his hair should be easy, right?" She handed the old yellowed paper to me and wished me luck. 

Nodding, I took the paper and clutched it to my chest. Getting his hair would be no problem. I glanced at the spell for a moment. It did not seem too complicated.

I walked back home quickly, hiding what I thought would be the key to my salvation under my shirt. I could not see what all the fuss about Maria was. She seemed to be a nice old woman and I liked her a lot from what I had seen. Though she did give me certain impressions that unnerved me. I was sure it was unintentional. She probably just did not get very many guests.

Everything seemed to be in my favor as I crept back into the house. I passed by my mother and father's room and paused briefly. I could hear their shallowed breathing. I was safe.

I slipped into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. Carefully I pulled the old pages out from under my shirt and began glancing over them. They seemed easy enough. I looked around the room and saw the perfect mirror in plain view. My grandmother's old mirror. It was large and beautiful... and ideal. 

I began to prepare right away for what was to come. I gathered everything that was needed and placed a spell of protection over me. The room around me had been caught in the reflection and mirrored on the other side, in between worlds. It would serve as a perfect place to keep him, as Maria had said. Now the only task was getting him here.

**October 13, 1934

I met Antony out at the stables once again. He would be leaving in the morning, he said. I tried to wrap my arms around him but he pulled away.

"I cannot risk holding you." He said coldly. His troubled green eyes avoided me altogether.

"Antony... please. I need to at least say good bye to you." I cupped his face in my hands, much to his protest. "If I am never to see you again... "

"You will see me again, Rosalia, just not for a while. Your Papa suspects our love for one another and he does not approve. When the time is right, I will come back for you.".

Once again his eyes failed to meet mine.

It was a lie. I felt it deep down inside of me. I thought he loved me, but this was a way to keep me at bay long enough for him to leave. He did not want trouble with my family. I would not doubt that he would have other women before he would make it back to me, or if he did at all. The thought of him touching another woman sent a wicked, fiery rage through me. It would not happen, that I would see to. I was going to show him what one determined Striga could do when pushed. I would make him bear witness to persistence that even hell itself lacked in entirety. Still holding his face in my hands, I pleaded with him. I begged him not to go, yet I had known all along this was futile. I was just wasting time, building my way up to what my original plan was.

He never suspected anything. Could I really be this evil and cruel? Then again another thought crossed my mind when faced with the situation: 

Could he? 

He could have fought this if he really loved me, yet he gave up so easily. I could not possibly mean as much to him as I thought.

"One more night." I whispered to him. "Please... let me have one more night with you. Meet me tonight and let me hold you one more time. If you loved me, you would. I need to know you love me before you leave." 

A tear threatened to stream down his smooth olive cheek as he turned quickly from me, intent on fleeing but I grabbed his forearm firmly.

Nodding his head he answered "I do love you, Rosalia, more than I have ever loved anyone. I will meet you tonight, and only on this night, until time is on our side." He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek.

**October 13, 1934 (continued later on that night)

Long after night had fallen, and the house was quiet we found each other. He was standing out by the side of the house when I stepped out of the back door. I motioned for him and quickly he came.

"Are you crazy?" he said quietly while looking around nervously. "Your father would kill me if... " his words fell short as he then made a gruff noise that made his frustration known.

I merely shook my head and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him inside the doorway. He looked terrified but followed me through the house, and into my bedroom. Once inside I locked the door behind us.

"No. I know you are not planning to have me in your room. Your parents are sleeping right down the hall, Rosalia. I do not want to die tonight, love." Antony folded his arms in front of him as if to symbolize that he stood firm with his decision.

Immediately I smothered his protesting mouth with kisses. It did not take very long before he began to comply with my actions. I could feel his large hands circling my waist and admiring the contours of my rounded hips as our tongues twined around one another. I broke the kiss long enough to grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it over his head. He tossed it aside like a useless rag. I could see the lust of ten men brewing in his eyes as he looked at me. I met him halfway with a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Rosalia." He confided against my own breath as we stood face to face. Those eyes. They were so sincere in what he spoke. I wanted to believe him. 

"I love you too." I answered. For the first time we had admitted our love to each other. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever lain eyes on, and I want you to know that no matter what, Rosalia, you will always be my one and only love." His kiss grazed the side of my face like a butterfly's first decent onto a new petal. At this moment I knew that I would have died for him.

I turned my back to him and pulled him close. I could feel his erection through the material of his pants as it brushed proudly against the curve of my bottom. Craning my head to the side, his warm mouth devoured my neck. I had wanted this for what seemed like forever. Even more so than the very first time I needed to feel him.

His large hands slid up the front of my body, lifting my nightgown with them. They were so rough and calloused in contrast to my soft skin. It made it all the more enticing. He was every bit of what a man is supposed to be, and then some. I looked into the mirror in front of me, seeing my own breasts exposed as the material had been lifted off of my skin. I could see his hand cupping my breast, his fingers attentively pinching my nipple. Watching his large hand slide across my bare stomach I shivered. His perfectly tapered fingers moved lower still, finding their way through the sparse shadowing of dark hair that lie hidden beneath my panties. Through the thin white silk I could see their flesh-tone outline in the mirror as they touched me. I whimpered quietly against tightly pressed lips before I moistened them with my tongue and uttered words so wanton, that I could not believe at first that the low, husky voice had been my own.

His hands gathered the front of my nightgown, seizing the cloth in his hand carelessly. Giving it a firm jerk, I could hear most of the tiny pearl buttons clangoring to the floor by my feet. The next sound that emitted was that of my panties being ripped free from my hips by their thin sides. 

I stood before the mirror, my naked body exposed to the cool autumn air that filtered in through a half-opened window. I let the remaining rags that had once been my gown fall off of my arms. Through dark eyes narrowed with pleasure, I watched his hands explore and savor my flesh.

"I want you... I want you inside of me." I leaned my head back and whispered to him.

I heard him moan lightly in response, as if my frankness had both shocked and delighted him.

I watched his reflection as he fumbled with the fastening of his pants and they slid past his knees. The soft patch of hair around his generously aroused sex tickled my bottom from behind. He pressed forward. I felt his erection teasing me and sampling my moisture. I kept my balance by leaning by body back slightly against his when I felt him lift one of my legs just a bit. Looking down I could see his manhood slipping between my thighs while he continued to brush it against me. Grabbing his hand, I led it to my lips and drew his finger into my mouth hungrily. My tongue wrapped around it unchastely while I took it in and out of my mouth seductively. My newly educated mind wondered what it would be like to take him into my mouth in the same manner. That would have to come in time. I could not wait another second.

"I want you. I want you now." I managed to say in between suckling his finger.

Growling sensually, he lifted my leg just a little more and I watched in the mirror as he entered me. I felt him fill every inch of me entirely. The slow, gentle manner he had shown me my first time was no where to be found. I let out a gasp mingled with pleasure and a hint of pain. One arm came to encircle my tiny waist as the other held my leg. I watched his face as he began to bury himself inside of me with a fevered passion that set fire to my soul. The expression on his face was like that of an angel's reflecting the sheer bliss of heaven.

Glancing at our reflection, I could see everything perfectly. I saw his enormous manhood slipping in and out of me, my own moisture glistening on its smooth skin. I could see my opening being stretched considerably to accommodate his rather large girth. My hips began to move in time with his, grinding and encouraging him. I reached back and draped my arm around his neck only to watch him deliver an array of kisses across my flesh.

"Rosalia." I heard him begin moaning my name into my ear from behind me with each thrust. It was softer than a whisper and ten times as sweet. A tingling sensation began to creep up my legs. I was closer than I wanted to be to exploding around him. I desperately tried to hold off just for a little bit longer, but I could hear him breathing hard and chanting my name. I could see his beautiful face, the way he bit his lower lip every time he slid inside of me. There was no holding back. 

My fingers twisted around a mass of his long dark hair and in the approaching pleasure I pulled it hard, yet he didn't even seem to notice. I had the few strands of hair I needed. Letting go of his hair, I closed my fist and kept it hidden. I had to be careful not to lose the relics while in the heat of passion.

My breathing had quickened and my cries of anticipated release had grown louder. His hand shot over my mouth, cupping it to stifle what could become our discovery. Closing my eyes tight, I could feel my whole body constrict against his. For a moment I could see colors and flashes of light around me. My femininity tightened unforgivably around him as he pushed himself deeply into me and held still for a second.

"Oh yes... " he said hotly against my skin. Undoubtably he felt me contracting around him and my nectar dripping down the base of his sex as he cupped my mouth.

My own release set him off. He bucked like a wild animal against me, slamming himself into me hard over and over. Antony's face contorted and his cheeks became tinctured with a light blushing of pink. 

My own desire still billowed even after the first orgasm. I watched in the reflection as he pulled me toward him with the arm that was around my waist, driving his swollen girth into me one last time. His lips parted and a deep, hesitated breath escaped over them. I felt the first spurt of his hot fluid shoot into me and I cried out unexpectedly against his palm as it sent me into another whirlwind of pleasure. His manhood jerked inside of me with each disbursement of his seed and I felt it running out of me and dripping down my thigh. Grinding once more, he milked every last drop of himself into me before withdrawing.

Kissing the side of my face, he let go of my mouth and held me. I watched us there in the little room, holding each other. I did not want this moment to end. I wanted forever in his arms. Turning toward him, I kissed him passionately, pouring all of my love, frustration, and sadness into one single gesture. 

After I pulled away, he looked stunned by the intensity of the kiss and pressed his lips together.

"Rosalia, it is not for forever. I promise. Please do not be sad." He smiled weakly and tried to reassure me in his beautiful Italian tongue. "When I am away, I will try to find work and put away some money. I can come back and ask your papa for your hand in marriage."Smiling, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head against his chest. "Think about it, Rosalia. You... and I... married."




Striga Ch. 03



"Liar." I whispered.

I had not thought he would hear, but he had. Stepping back from me he looked as if I had just stabbed him in the heart. Without the words actually forming he mouthed out "What?" Taking a moment to collect himself, he ran a hand through his hair.

"How can you say that, Rosalia? You should know how I feel for you. Why would I risk your parents catching me in this house with you if I did not love you?" he pleaded.

"No. You may think you are sincere, but when you leave here you will meet other women. They will make you forget about me and you will not come back to me. You will have children and marry. I will just be a conquest story that you tell to your sons when they are young men. How could you, Antony? If you loved me, you would not leave. If you really loved me... " Tears stung my eyes. "...if you really loved me you would find a way."

Shaking his head, he looked away from me. He had thought the same thing. I could feel it. Making it back would only be done if it did not require a lot of time, effort, and money. How could he call that "love"? 

He veered a circle around me and then stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself with a deep sigh. I saw him then look at me from the reflection. His eyes were glassy and had a hint of red. I could not tell if he was crying, or trying not to. Another thought then occurred to me.

Maybe he was faking the holding back of tears. He wanted my sympathy, yet he did not want a lot of trouble out of me. The site of a grown man trying not to cry usually stunned most women into a babbling mess. The thought tore through me like a knife.

Damn him.

Facing me, with his back to the mirror, I saw moonlight filtering in through the window and hitting its surface. It first turned blacker than night before starting to ripple and swirl like the surface of water. The spell had already begun to work even without me continuing, or giving any sort of magical prompt. 

"Think what you want, Rosalia. If you cannot trust me and believe me when I give you my heart, I do not think we should see one another again. Ever." Antony said while starring me dead in the eyes.

The door had opened up behind him to the magical prison that Maria had encouraged me to make and now there was no turning back. Antony's words had thrown me over the edge. He would have done much better to just kill me and get it over with.

I lunged at him like a wild woman. I clawed at the side of his face and cried frantically. 

"Rosalia!" he cried out in horror while trying to catch my wrists as my tiny fists sought erratic targets all over his body. 

"Stop it Rosalia! I would not hurt you but you need to stop it right now!" he growled.

I glared at him and glanced over his shoulder at the portal billowing behind him in the frame of the oval, antique mirror. I let my hands drop to my sides in calm for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Antony." I muttered quietly.

"There was no excuse for that." He looked away from me. Antony then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Good-bye, Rosalia."

"No! Antony! I said I was sorry. Please... " I blocked him from taking more than a step or two.

"It is too late. You do not even trust that I have feelings for you. You are too young to understand that I cannot just hang around here and challenge your family with no money and no other place to go. I cannot provide for you right now, love. What did I get for trying my best to explain that to you? This... " he turned his cheek and pointed accusingly to an angry red scratch below his cheek bone.

Tears streamed down my face as he once more attempted to step around me and leave. I would not allow it. Once again I blocked him, this time grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back a step or two, closer to the trap that he still failed to see.

"No. I will not let you leave me." I said between sobs.

"You cannot stop me." He said coldly.

Gritting my teeth, I gathered every ounce of strength in my small body and shoved him forcefully. He fell backwards, his hands flying out behind him while he apparently thought he would catch himself on the mirror behind him. To his surprise he fell right through it. 

The surface of the mirror began to change again. It turned a smokey grey and I could faintly see him on the other side. Antony stood and pressed his hands against the surface of the glass. I heard his muffled voice from the other side.

"Rosalia! Help me!"

I glared at him with tears streaming hotly down my face. Shocked for a moment, he stared at me. It was as if someone had slapped him in the face.Antony knew.

"You... " He took a step back. "You did this." Antony's voice trembled. The glass shook a bit as he punched it.

"Devil!" I heard him scream, though half stifled by the glass. "Striga!" he yelled at me in terror and disbelief over and over. That word would stay with me with rest of my years. Repeated in my head and in my dreams with the same terror and accusing tone. The voice of my love discovering my true nature and refusing to accept it.

Suddenly the glass swirled violently before turning a pitch black. Then, just as if nothing had ever happened, I could see my own reflection again. I stood there alone and naked with the scent of my lover still lingering on my skin. I now had the task of coming to grips with the evil I had committed against the only man I would ever love. Unclenching my fist, I looked down at the three long, black strands of Antony's hair that hid partially between my fingers. According to the spell, as long as I had them, I had him. 

I am so sorry for what I have done, but I will not lose him.

Lizabeth read the last line in the journal entry and sat there, starring at the page taken aback by what she had read. At last she knew why Antony was behind the mirror. She could not help but feel sorry for him, yet in some ways she could understand Rosalia's torment too. Love sometimes causes people to make drastic, and sometimes foolish mistakes. 

Thoughts consumed her. Nagging questions that should have been taken care of decades ago. Why had Rosalia not freed him from the prison? Another question that entered Lizabeth's mind briefly was, if Rosalia had loved Antony so much, then why had she married her grandfather and started a family? So complicated. She knew that most of the answers were probably lost forever.

There was a sudden knock at the door, very light, but enough to jerk Lizabeth from her train of thought with a startled jump. With her heart racing in her chest she rose from the sofa and walked swiftly toward the door.

"Oh... this better be good considering I almost had a heart attack." She grumbled while unlocking the sliding chain from the door and turning the deadbolt with a "click".

Standing before her was the new neighbor from down the hall. A nervous panic washed over Lizabeth as she stood there in front of him in her pajamas. Forcing a smile she combed her fingers through her hair while pulling her robe around her with the other hand.

"Um... hello." She said nervously to the tall, dark, Keanu look a like.

"Hi there. I'm sorry to bother you... I just thought... " he looked at her cautiously "... am I interrupting something? If I am, I can always come back later... ya know?" he had the most impish grin she had ever seen. A school boy type of charm, yet there was something else. Something she couldn't quite pin down.

Lizabeth could only recognize the obvious facts at the moment. This guy was drop dead gorgeous and standing in her doorway while she looked like hell. The situation was extremely awkward and embarrassing.

"No. It's all right. I was just doing some reading and being lazy." She reassured him and crossed her arms over her chest while holding the robe closed. "I'm Lizabeth."

"Ah." He beamed at her "lazy days are nice. I was having one of those myself, which is what brought me here. Um... " he stroked his smoothly shaven chin with his thumb. "I'm Jarrod by the way." He extended his hand.

They shook hands briefly and Lizabeth looked at him, waiting. 

"You were telling me what brought you here." She reminded him while cocking her head to the side. She knew she had sounded rude without meaning to and felt like kicking herself in the ass.

"Oh, yes, thank you" he chuckled "I had wanted to introduce myself and ask you, since I am new to town if you would like to maybe get some coffee sometime, or have dinner? Maybe show me around a little?" he looked down at his feet shyly.

"Well... " she thought briefly of Antony. There couldn't be any harm in just having a cup of coffee with this guy. "...sure. I don't see any harm in it."

"Great!" he blurted out happily. "Would there be any way I could use your phone? I need to call the phone company. Obviously they have forgotten about turning my phone service on. I hate to ask, but you are really the only person I have talked to since moving in."

Lizabeth turned around to look at the mess in her living room and bit her bottom lip.

"That's fine. I have to apologize for the mess in here. I've been really busy lately." What a lie.

"I'll make it brief, I promise." There was that devilish grin of his again.

Jarrod walked through the living room and stepped over a few boxes and piles of papers to get to the little table with the phone. She turned away from him and tried not to listen, but then realized it had been impossible anyway. He kept his voice so low and muttered only a few lines. Moreover, he appeared to be scoping out the living room and hallway while thinking she wasn't watching.

"That's strange." She thought to herself as she heard him hang up the phone.

The handsome stranger thanked Lizabeth and asked if the next night would be all right for coffee. Lizabeth agreed and the date was set. 

Jarrod actually kissed the back of her hand and told her good night before leaving her apartment.

Closing the front door and locking it behind him, she turned to walk toward her bedroom.

"Damn... he really must be from out of town." She laughed quietly. The offering of his company had flattered her to no end. The young man was not ugly in the least. Shaking her head, Lizabeth thought of him again, getting a good mental picture of him in her mind. 

"Phew... he looks too good for his own safety around me." She sighed deeply and entered her bedroom. 

Right off there was something different. Something about the very air in the room felt distinctly charged with an unnatural energy. The very feeling made Lizabeth want to run out of the bedroom door and back into the safety of the living room. 

Night had already fallen by now. It was probably just a case of the "woman alone" jitters, she thought. Briefly she considered running down the hall and inviting Jarrod to come back to her apartment so she wouldn't be alone, but that was silly. Time and time again she had stayed alone here with no problem. The blinds were open just a bit, and Lizabeth noticed a stream of moonlight filtering through the dim room.

It was hitting the surface of Rosalia's mirror. It was then that Lizabeth realized what felt so odd in the room. The glass had taken on the same effect as when she had passed through it the first time.

Lizabeth took off her robe and held it in front of the mirror, blocking the beam of moonlight. The glass returned to normal.

"Ah-ha!" she said happily after moving the robe and the mirror's reflective glass was once more disturbed with the silvery beam. She knew how to enter the mirror now, and why it hadn't worked the other times.

An excitement that could hardly be contained rushed over her. Throwing the robe to the floor, Lizabeth marched right up to the mirror and poked at her reflection. Her finger slipped right in. Wasting no time as the surface gave, Lizabeth stepped right in. She had been waiting for this for what seemed like an eternity.

Everything was the same. The dim room, the unsettling way the oil painting of Rosalia looked like a commissioned painting of herself. Where was Antony? Lizabeth strained her dark eyes as she searched the room. 

Antony was curled up on the bed asleep. Lizabeth neared him quietly, admiring the beauty of his face and form. The ebbing light from the small fireplace kissed his skin with a soft glow. Colors and highlights caught his dark tresses, showing with the opalescence of warm reds and even a hint of indigo. 

Lizabeth wanted so badly to take him into her arms. He looked so angelic and vulnerable in his state of slumber. Standing over him, Lizabeth realized his perfectly chiseled body was covered by only a white sheet. The outline of his naked body could be seen while she looked down. Lying on his side, Lizabeth could see that he had an obvious erection in his sleep. Biting down on her lip, she fought off the urge to jerk the covers off of him, flip him over on his back and straddle his enormous manhood.

A quiet gasp of pleasure escaped over her half-parted lips. This was all the woman had thought about for close to two weeks now. She wouldn't leave without touching him. Her mind was made up, and had been made up before she had ever stepped into the mirror on this night.

Kneeling down by the side of his bed, Lizabeth gently slid her index finger across his chest. Antony stirred slightly and flipped over on his back. What a sight he was. Lizabeth could feel her panties getting moist with her arousal while looking at his swollen sex standing up proudly from under the sheet. Lizabeth couldn't take it anymore. She had to at least touch it. Pressing her lips together in anticipation, Lizabeth grazed her fingernail from the massive round tip of it, down to it's base, making a slight scratching sound over the sheet. A soft noise emitted from deep within his chest. Lizabeth noticed a small stream of wetness had seeped into the cloth above his erection. She wrapped her hand lightly around his thick girth.

"Mmmmmm." It escaped before she even realized it. 

Antony's sleepy eyes fluttered open and looked up at her. Part of her wanted to apologize, but the yearning between her thighs wouldn't allow it.

Lizabeth gave the sheet a tug, and to her surprise, Antony did nothing to hold onto it. It fell to the floor by the bed. His naked body rested on the bed in front of her in full view. Every curve and ripple enticed her eyes and called to her, beckoning her to come closer.

"You are so gorgeous." She said to him while her eyes drank every last inch of him. She didn't really even know if he understood, but at this point she didn't care. "I want you. I want you so bad."

Antony looked at Lizabeth for a moment and narrowed his brilliant green eyes. He then lifted his hand and took her much smaller hand into his, pulling her onto the bed. This is what she had been dreaming about. Lust that had almost drove her mad with the obsession. Seeing him on the streets, in passing cars, in her dreams, it had all led up to this moment.

Lizabeth smothered his mouth and face in kisses. His pink tongue darted out eagerly to meet her kisses. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Antony tore at her nightgown, jerking it frantically over her head. His mouth hungrily covered her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and suckling it like a starving babe. Moaning, Lizabeth grinded her hips against him, knowing he could feel how wet she was, even through the silk of her black panties. Unexpectedly, he flipped her over onto her back. Lizabeth watched in sheer ecstasy as Antony's soft kisses moved down the front of her nude body, his tongue began tracing a moist line down her stomach. With his teeth, be begun tugging at her panties, pulling at them on each side until they revealed to him the treasure that he had sought. He moved the panties down her legs the rest of the way with his hands, throwing them to the floor. His fingers began to explore her. One rubbing circles around her nub, the other finger slipping into her. Lizabeth whimpered and slid her hand down his forearm, guiding and encouraging him to go faster. She could feel herself beginning to peak but he suddenly withdrew his finger. Antony smiled up at Lizabeth saying something in his native tongue and licked his finger teasingly. He winked at her mischievously and covered her trembling body with his own.

They kissed until Lizabeth's lips felt raw. He was incredible. The feel of his muscular body against her own drove her mad. Cupping both her breasts in his hands at the same time, he balanced himself on top of her, circling his tongue around her taut nipples.

Lizabeth felt his tip of his massive erection tempting her as it brushed against her opening. She couldn't stand another moment of his teasing. Lizabeth firmly grabbed his bottom and wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hips. They both gasped in rapturous surprisal as he slid into her. Antony took hold of her hips and lifted her small body, pulling her to him with each building thrust. Lizabeth was thrown into the threshold of pleasure straightaway. Arching her back, she griped the headboard and cried out loudly. Antony growled with satisfaction. He grinded his hips in a circular motion and massaged the very back of her tunnel with his swollen girth. Lizabeth could hear her own moisture as he threaded himself in and out of her tight femininity. At this rate it wouldn't be long before pleasure took her again.

"I love you, Antony." She moaned into his ear.

His thrusts were quickened, shaking the bed under them and causing the iron headboard to bang loudly against the wall behind it.

"Oh god... yesssss... " she cried out while her body became consumed with intoxicating spasms of pleasure once more.

Antony's breathing became hoarse. Lifting her entire lower body off the bed he drove himself into her one last time. His hot seed shot into her like an arrow. Together, they experienced the closest thing to heaven that this world has to offer.

Collapsing on top of her, Antony kissed Lizabeth tenderly. Holding each other, Lizabeth talked to him about everything and nothing. Sometimes he appeared to understand her and nodded. Lizabeth couldn't be for certain if that was the case, or if he was just pretending. Hours passed and the couple fell asleep in each other's arms.

Much later, Lizabeth woke with a start. She looked toward the mirror and noticed that though it, the darkness was beginning to fade in her own room. The silvery moonlight that had once beamed through the window had disappeared and been replaced by a pale blue light. Sunrise couldn't be far off. Panic began to overwhelm her. 

Lizabeth jumped up out of bed, throwing her nightgown overhead and searching for her panties. Antony sat up abruptly and looked at her as if she were insane. Locating her underwear by the bed, Lizabeth snatched them up before leaning over to kiss Antony.

"I'm sorry. I have to go now. I promise. I'll be back. I know how to get in here so it won't take me so long this time." She almost felt silly. It had been so simple the whole time. She purposely messed up his hair with a playful gesture and giggled. Lizabeth then turned her back and began to walk away. Stepping one foot through the mirror she turned and looked back at him regretfully. "I love you, Antony." She said softly and lifted the other foot to make her crossing of worlds complete.

"Love you too... " he said in his heavily accented voice as she stepped through.

While stepping into her own room one last word caught her faintly. 

"...Lizabeth." Antony's voice said sweetly.

The only thing she could do was stand there looking back at the mirror, a hand cupping her mouth as she sobbed.

He knew who she was, yet he still loved her.



Striga Ch. 04



Authors Note:

This is the final chapter in the "Striga" series. The Italian you see Antony speaking towards the end of the story was looked up/translated from a free translation website. I checked and rechecked everything in Italian that is written in this story at least twice. If it turns out to be wrong, blame the translation site.

Also, I would like to say that your feedback, votes, and constructive criticism are more than welcome, and in fact, would be highly appreciated. I am open to suggestions. If you are new to reading the "Striga" stories, please check out the other three parts, as well as my other submissions on Literotica.

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Lizabeth sat chewing on the top of an abused ink pen while gazing out of the window next to her desk. 

Just below her feet were two white plastic bags filled with books that she had acquired from the metaphysical store on 9th and Federal Street while on her lunch break. The woman at the counter had been helpful enough, suggesting new age reading and books on Wicca. The middle-aged woman seemed to be trying to sway Lizabeth from her selections on black magic and the Italian form of witchcraft that Rosalia had embraced as a girl. In the end, the woman's attempts were futile. She walked to the register with her blue gauze dress flowing behind her. The half smile she offered Lizabeth while handing her the credit card receipt showed obvious disappointment in the purchase choices. Before Lizabeth left the woman handed her a card and recommended that she come to some of the meditation and past life regression classes. 

"I'll think about it." Lizabeth forced a smile and had humored the woman.

Lizabeth exhaled deeply and tapped the mauled pen obnoxiously on the desktop while thinking. Her coworker, Deborah, would have bit her head off for the annoying little action, had she been in the room.

"I suppose if she had a gorgeous man old enough to be her grandfather stuck in a mirror hanging on her wall, well, then maybe she would understand the urgency and persistence of my reading selections." She muttered sarcastically to herself while still thinking about the little dusty bookshop.

Absently she had fumbled through the books. Nothing even remotely resembling her situation jumped from the pages to catch her attention. She knew that any answers to be found would be uncovered either in Rosalia's journal, or by her own trial and effort.

The seven hours she had already sat at work were starting to take a toll on her. Things were not usually this slow at the office. She was a paralegal for a prestigious firm that, under normal circumstances in a metropolis the size of this one, the cases were stacked one on top of the other.

The uncomfortable laziness of the day had paved the way for Lizabeth to become nervous about her meeting with her new neighbor, Jarrod. 

Coffee and a bite to eat was innocent enough, or so she kept trying to tell herself. There was no kidding herself when it came to her physical attraction to him. In a big way she felt guilty for accepting his offer considering that only hours later she was tangled with Antony between his bed sheets.

It's not like that was planned, she reminded herself. Jarrod's offer was accepted before she discovered how to get through the mirror.

Lizabeth slapped the desk top with her open palm followed by the frustrated woman rubbing her temples. 

"I'm just going to politely tell him that I can't go tonight." Lizabeth reached the conclusion out loud.

Deborah rounded the corner and curled her upper lip at Lizabeth while glancing around the office.

"What are you talking about, Liz?" She asked while looking at her co worker as if she were either ignorant or insane.

"Oh...nothing. I was just reasoning with myself out loud. Don't tell me that you never do it." Lizabeth said curtly.

"No, I can't say I do. Not that often anyways." Deborah shrugged lightly. "Oh well. Don't let me interrupt or anything." She added while grabbing a file from the filing cabinet and walking back out of the office without offering Lizabeth a second glance.

Lizabeth mumbled under her breath, but in truth she was relieved to be in the confines of solitude once more. There was too much on her mind to share her attention with other people and situations that would only get in the way of her worrying.

The last forty-five minutes of the day were spent talking to a potential client over the phone and trying to convince them to come in for a consultation. After years of working here it amazed her that people still call at least twice a day thinking you can answer sensitive questions over the phone without meeting them and throughly discussing the legal matters at hand.

The cab ride home seemed shorter than usual as she fought with herself mentally, trying to come up with a good excuse to back out of her date with Jarrod.

"I'm really, really sorry Jarrod. I can't go out with you tonight because..." She sat in the backseat and practiced. "I can't go out with you because I'm seeing someone else." Pressing her lips together she imagined his response. "Oh...why didn't I tell you a few nights ago when you asked? Well...because we didn't officially get together until a few nights ago." Lizabeth shook her head and smiled weakly while still imagining the conversation. "Nah...I don't think you know him. You see, he used to fuck my grandmother when she was a teenager...but now that she's dead...he and I fuck. Oh wow! It's just one big fuckfest isn't it? Hope they fixed your phone. Buh bye for now!" 

Lizabeth slapped her forehead as a flood of panic washed over her.

The cab driver furrowed his thick brow and shot her a disgusted look through the rear view mirror. He pulled up to her building and she handed him the money without waiting for change.

"Goddamned freak nasties." The wrinkled man said loudly enough for her to hear before driving off.

Lizabeth winced and her show white cheeks filled with the color of fresh rosebuds. Humiliated and utterly vexed, she entered her apartment building and got on the elevator.

When the elevator stopped, her quickened stride led her immediately to Jarrod's door. Impatiently she rang the doorbell. If Lizabeth was going to get this over with, it was going to happen right now before she had time to lose her nerve.

No answer.

"Dammit all to hell!" She growled before turning to walk down the hall to her own apartment in a flustering blur of black hair and fine tailored business suit.

Once inside, Lizabeth did not bother getting ready for the date. Instead she plopped down on the sofa and stretched out. Unintentionally her eyes found their way over to Rosalia's journal once more as it sat innocently on the coffee table. It seems the old book never had time to collect dust since it had arrived in Lizabeth's apartment.

The only new things that had been learned out of the book were that Rosalia, over the next couple of months after trapping Antony in the mirror, had actually tried to reverse the spell on her own without success. In the beginning, she explained being too ashamed to go back to Maria for help with the spell. When two months went by, Lizabeth did return to the elder striga's cottage to ask for guidance. Only to her dismay she found the little cottage was dark and barren. It appeared there was no one living there.

Rosalia had begun to trace her way back home when, in the small yard of Maria's cottage she noticed a mound of dirt with a small makeshift cross. Death had found her mentor before Rosalia could get the help she needed. Helpless and heartbroken, Rosalia was caught in her own wicked web of suffering.

Also stated in the journal, was that Rosalia was so ashamed that she only visited Antony once while he was in the mirror. She wrote that his anger caused her such great pain that she could never bear to look upon his face again. 

Rosalia eventually met Lizabeth's grandfather and they married, though Rosalia secretly considered Antony the love of her life until her dying breath.

Lizabeth felt sorry for them both, yet she could not chose sides in the matter. They were two star crossed lovers that seemed destined for an ill fated outcome from the beginning.

While Lizabeth thumbed through the tattered pages, the phone rang, sending a jolt of shock through her. 

"Dammit...stupid phone!" She growled while hearing her answering machine pick up.

"Hi...this is Lizabeth. I'm not available right now. Please leave a message and I'll return your call. Wait for the beep." She could hear the recording of her voice coming from the bedroom.

"God, I sound like a dork." Lizabeth muttered with a slight chuckle.

It occurred to her at that moment that if she could see her room on the other side of the mirror while with Antony, wasn't it possible that he could hear what went on in her apartment? 

"Oh my god...that's how he knew my name." She sat with her mouth open for a moment.

A moment is all the woman had. The doorbell sounded it's little tune, sounding much like a small chorus of cathedral bells. Lizabeth jumped off of the sofa and sauntered over to the door.

"Hey..." Jarrod gave her a baffled look. "I see you're not ready yet. That's alright. I didn't get time to reserve us a table anyways, so you can take as long as you like to get ready." He flashed her that gorgeous smile of his while running a hand through his ebony hair.

"How in the hell am I going to do this? Better yet...how the hell can I refuse?" Lizabeth questioned mentally while offering him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry. I must have gotten caught up in the book I was reading and didn't realize the time."

"Oh great Einstein! You're doomed now!" Her consciousness yelled at her while threatening to flick her for being such an idiot.

"Are you alright?" He shot her an odd look.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I've had a long day. I stopped at your apartment after work and rang the bell but no one answered." 

"I was out doing some shopping. Sorry I missed you." He said cooly.

"It's okay, Jarrod. I'm just going to go throw on some different clothes if you don't mind waiting a few minutes." She said with a sigh.

"No, not at all. Take your time, Liz." Jarrod nodded at her.

Lizabeth walked into her bedroom and began to fumble through her closet. It would have been nice if she had gotten her head out of her ass in the past few days and did the laundry. Everything she seemed to like was missing a top or a bottom.

She looked from the closet to the lovely antique mirror hanging adjacent to her bed. The little cherubs seemed to scowl at her as she stood there half dressed with a turtleneck sweater still covering the lower half of her face after pulling it overhead.

"You little buzzards." She growled while guilt stabbed it's little icy claws into the pit of her belly.

Lizabeth glanced at the oval looking glass once more and imagined Antony sitting on the edge of his bed watching her dress. 

An image flashed in her mind of him sitting on the very edge of the little bed in his room, legs gaped open while watching her disrobe. His hands slowly pushing down the dark colored slacks that he was wearing the first night she encountered him. In her mind, his strong hand found the throbbing erection that had began to stand out proudly against the olive skin on his thigh. The other hand crept down his stomach to cup his scrotum as the other began to gain momentum. She imagined his mouth opening to emit a quiet gasp as little beads of his growing excitement leaked over it's swollen head. She could almost hear the sound of the moisture and friction with each imagined stroke. The delicious day dream ended with him stroking his thickness until he craned his head back, gasping sharply as milky streams shot in long spurts and trickled down the base of his manhood and onto his hand while the other squeezed his tightened jewels.

Lizabeth's eyes were glazed over as she reached behind her and locked the bedroom door. At this moment she didn't care how long the man in the next room had to wait. After all, he had said for her to take her time. 

Lizabeth walked over to the mirror while pulling her arms out of the turtleneck and pulling it over her head once more, only to let it fall silently on the carpeted floor. It was not even dark outside at this hour, so there was no moonlight to open the portal between worlds. The heat that had collected between her thighs, unfortunately, could not tell time. Lizabeth ran her small hand over the surface of the glass while pressing her rounded breasts against it. The frigid glass made her draw back for only a few seconds as she regained her enthusiasm. Lizabeth's full lips brushed against the lips of her own reflection, her smooth pink tongue darting against her twin's in the mirror. She lifted one leg, propping her foot against the wall, beside where the ornate mirror was hanging. Her curious fingers felt through the soft black triangle of curls, which were now dripping with arousal. Lizabeth moaned softly as she traced her finger around the sensitive little area that begged to be touched. Another finger dipped into her opening as she began to push it in and out, still allowing everything to be in plain view for her lover to see in his prison. This was a promise to him. A promise of more wonderful things yet to come from their unions. Lizabeth slipped in another finger and the two became slick with her nectar. Whispering his name, she began to shove the two fingers in faster until her inner walls closed in around them, contracting as she felt her own flooding of pleasure.

Lizabeth let her foot come to rest against the floor again and leaned forward, pressing her cheek against the glass while her breathing became regulated.

"Bravo!" She heard a man's voice say suddenly from behind her.

Startled, Lizabeth spun around to see Jarrod standing in the doorway. 

"Holy fucking shit! Oh my god...you asshole!" Lizabeth yelled at him. "I thought I locked that...I could have sworn I locked that." Her cheeks were on fire. She felt literally sick to her stomach with embarrassment as she stood there naked.

"It's alright. I have rather enjoyed the show." He walked towards her with a confident swagger.

"Jarrod...I believe it would be best if you leave. Right now would be good." Lizabeth continued to look at the floor. She had never been so humiliated in all of her life.

Jarrod ignored her request and walked up to Lizabeth, his hand reaching out in an attempt to touch the side of her cheek before she jerked her head in refusal.

"Now Lizabeth...you certainly should know that something that small isn't going to bother me. You think just because you were doing it for him that I'm offended or turned off?" He nodded towards the mirror.

This caught her totally off guard.

"What? What did you say?" Lizabeth blinked in disbelief.

"Oh come on. You think I don't know? All that powerful blood coursing through your veins and yet you are still not your grandmother's granddaughter, are you?" Jarrod smirked.

"Who...in the hell are you?" Her voice shook.

"I am someone very powerful, someone that can make things happen for you. You and I together with my knowledge and your natural untapped power...we could be unstoppable. We would have everything and anything we desire." He cupped her face forcefully between both hands and made her look at him while he spoke. "You really think that I just happened to stumble across you? Not likely. I don't even live in this building. It might explain why you couldn't find me this evening to back out of our date, love. I had been watching you for weeks. I felt the surge of power that the portal gave off when you crossed through it and it led me straight to you." His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. "Striga."

"Stop..." Lizabeth protested, but as she looked into the endless darkness of his eyes a feeling of utter calm washed over her. She seemed not to have a care in the world.

"That's right, beautiful. There's no need to fight." Jarrod reassured her as his thumb and forefinger firmly tweaked the nipple on her exposed breast. Kneeling slightly, he took one of her taut nipples into his mouth and caught it between his teeth, his smooth tongue flicking against it.

Lizabeth's arms remained paralyzed at her sides. In her mind she fought, though her body would not. Odd popping sounds echoed off the walls of her bedroom. It sounded like the resetting of bone and snapping of cartilage. The sickening sounds were extremely close and made a wave of nausea wash over her as she listened. As Jarrod released her nipple and slowly raised his head, Lizabeth tried to scream. He was something out of a nightmare. The dark eyes were the same, but the face was now twisted and horrifying. 

"Oh...disappointed are we?" The demon smiled wickedly. "That whole image was something I borrowed from you. You should be careful what you wish for, Lizabeth." He hissed while his claw-like hands resumed exploring the contours of her subtle pale flesh once more.

From inside the mirror, Antony watched the man and woman in what would at first appear to be an intimate moment. Anger took a secure hold of his insides. This woman who looked so much like the woman that betrayed him now seemed to have been the apple that fell too close to the rotten roots of the family tree. 

Antony turned his head momentarily, unable to watch as the man fondled her. She may as well have held a knife to his breast. 

"Just to think, I was convinced that she was different. I finally could trust again and felt love." Antony thought while looking at the wall. Grabbing handfuls of his lengthy dark hair, he gritted his teeth and screamed with rage. Jumping to his feet, Antony rushed to the replica of the mirror that hung on his wall and stared at the two figures. Lizabeth stood there nude, as she had earlier when Antony had stood in his room and watched her. Only now she showed no evidence of trying to dissuade this other man from touching her body.

The enraged man stood only inches from the frame of the mirror while glaring at the couple. Clenching his jaw, the young man drew back his fist, and every ounce of bitterness he felt was released against the surface of the transparent glass.

"Tu cagna!" ("You bitch!") He screamed as he ferociously punched again.

Antony's fist bounced off of the mirror just as if he had struck rubber, this only adding to his ire.

The man stopped groping Lizabeth. Strangely she stood deathly still, not even batting an eyelash. The dark haired stranger glanced up at the mirror momentarily. It was almost as if he looked right at Antony. When Antony's gaze met the man's face he was immediately struck with terror.

"Don't far male Lizabeth! Tu mostro!" ("Don't hurt Lizabeth! You monster!") Antony screamed hysterically.

Antony began picking up anything and everything in his path and smashing it against the mirror. Even the oil painting of Rosalia was now only remnants of a portrait lying obliterated by his feet. Nothing was safe. He was determined to do whatever it took to rescue the woman he loved from the devil in her apartment. In one last ditch effort, Antony picked up a rickety old chair from the corner and shattered it against the mirror.

A hot, piercing pain shot through his forearm and winded him. He felt a rush of warmth trickle down his arm and fingers. A sharp fragment of wood from the chair protruded just below his elbow. Wincing, Antony took hold of the shard and gave it a quick jerk. The sensation jolted through his entire body almost making him vomit. Desperately he applied pressure to slow the bleeding from the gaping wound.

"Lizabeth..." He said helplessly as he looked at the two once more. The monster lowered himself onto his knees and buried his face between Lizabeth's legs while Antony watched from his prison.




Striga Ch. 04



Tears stung at his eyes as he tried to hold them back. Antony did not know what else to do. He felt worthless and full of shameful torment. Giving up had not been part of the original plan, not even in all the years he had spent in his entrapment since Rosalia's deceit.

One last cry rose up from his chest and passed over his lips as he delivered one last blow to the image of the two people in his mirror. Blood smeared against the surface where his fist connected. Again, this was a fruitless effort. He stumbled a few steps and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes tightly in surrender.

A strange feeling washed over him as he stood immobile and quiet. The air was overpowering and charged. Upon opening his eyes, to his astonishment, where his blood smeared against the glass it had begun to ripple and contort. Without wavering he rushed to the mirror and began squeezing the flesh of his forearm around the wound to bring forth the stream of crimson fluid once more. As it ran down the tanned flesh of his wrist and arm he smeared it over the glass. Just as he had suspected the entire surface of the glass was now disturbed like turbulent water. 

Through the distorted surface he could still see Lizabeth as the creature pushed her back on the bed and covered her. Antony was not entirely sure that going through the mirror was safe, or that it would even lead him directly into Lizabeth's bedroom, but that uncertainty was not going to keep him from trying. 

Touching the surface with his finger, it gave and the tip of his finger poked through. There would be no time for mistakes. The only thing he had going for him against the creature was the element of surprise. Antony took a few steps back and got a running start before leaping through the mirror. 

Antony flew through the oval frame and landed on one knee right next to the bed. The demon scarcely had time to raise his head before Antony jumped to his feet and charged him. The two struggled viciously, knocking over a lamp and Lizabeth's night stand. 

With the attention of the demon diverted away from her, Lizabeth regained movement. To her shock, it was Antony that had accomplished the impossible feat of breaking the spell and coming to her rescue. Now she watched fearfully as the two wrestled. She knew that Antony was no match for the monster, should the two continue fighting each other physically. Lizabeth glanced around the room frantically, her eyes coming to rest on the closest thing to her. She grabbed a white stiletto high heel from the floor beside the bed and as Antony struggled with the demon, Lizabeth crept up behind the two. With all of her might, Lizabeth brought the pointed end of the shoe down at the creature.

The demon let out a blood curdling scream as the sharp heel sliced the side of his face and punctured his eyeball. 

Antony used the moment to his advantage. The portal in the mirror was still open. Antony jerked the demon to his feet while he was still stunned. Savagely, he shoved the creature towards the mirror. The surface gave and the demon fell backwards through it. It stood up and howled with rage as it beat at the opaque glass as it rippled violently and began to dim.

Taking no chances, Lizabeth picked up the fallen lamp and hurled it at the mirror. The glass in the antique frame shattered into a million pieces.

"Let's see you come back from that one, you fuck." Lizabeth shouted between sobs.

Antony rushed over to Lizabeth's side and scooped her into his strong arms. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity before Lizabeth pulled back slowly from the embrace and kissed his soft lips.

"I love you...sneaky." She chuckled lightly as he wiped her tears away. "How in the world did you figure it out." Lizabeth asked him in disbelief.

"Con amore." (With love.) He said to her with soft eyes before lowering his lips to hers. 

"You're hurt!" Lizabeth touched his arm directly above the wound. "Here..." She picked up a towel that had fallen onto the floor from her clothes basket and dabbed the small amount of blood that still oozed from it.

Antony smiled at her and stood, picking the small woman up and placing her gently on the bed and wrapped a blanket around her, as if she were the most delicate thing on earth. Lizabeth draped her arms around his neck lazily and pulled him close.

The brushing of his lips against hers sent a fiery awareness surging through her body. The fear and humiliation of the ordeal she had just experienced dimmed as she tasted his mouth on hers. Completely letting go of every thought and inhibition, Lizabeth opened the blanket and pulled him into it with her.

Their caresses led hands and fingers under one another's clothing. Article by article they came to rest on the floor below the bed.

Antony took Lizabeth's lips once more with great abandon while positioning himself between her thighs. Backing away for a moment, he looked into her eyes while pushing his pulsing manhood inside of her. He had to see her expression as she felt him stretch her opening to accommodate the throbbing desire, that Lizabeth, and only Lizabeth could quench. It was an angel's expression when entering the gates of heaven for the first time as she lay there beneath him, her shapely brows knitting together for a fraction of a second and she bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the shock of pleasure. Antony gasped lightly as he felt her dripping folds close in around his girth. He began driving himself in and out of her with a new found passion stirred by his loyalty to this little woman, this woman that reminded him so much of a child's porcelain doll. Their coupling was mindless and intense as their cries of pleasure drowned out the sounds of the city below. Grabbing the headboard of the bed, Lizabeth's back arched as her desire spiraled into frenzy, lifting her to new levels of bliss.

"Oh yes...oh god yessss..." She moaned while one hand broke free of the headboard and clawed at his back in primal pleasure as orgasm flushed over her.

Antony reached under her and grabbed her shapely bottom, plunging into her tight sheath again and again. His eyes closed so tightly that he felt as if they had been sewn together. Rolling his hips in a circular motion, Antony almost screamed with his own release as he spilled deep into his lover. Tenderly they kissed and held one another through the night. 

Together, they knew this was a love that had crossed the boundaries of time and all reason. Deceit and pain had finally lost their holding in Antony's fate. Time had finally healed what magic could not.

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Foreword: 

In passing months Lizabeth studied Rosalia's beloved arts faithfully. In years to come, she was an accomplished striga, though she never used her knowledge of the craft to harm or entrap another person. Lizabeth and Antony learned to break the language barrier as well, she learning some Italian and he learning English. Antony took a job in a predominantly Italian section of the city doing construction and repair work. 

After a year and a half the two were married. As a wedding gift to Lizabeth, Antony had the antique frame fitted with a new mirror and presented it to her as a symbol of their new beginning together. 

Just as a safety precaution, on bright moonlit nights, Lizabeth covers the antique mirror with a black cloth. 



Straight Man Cums in Gay Massage



Shane explodes in Special Gay Massage for Straights

The five of us who ran the local gym were all gay and regular sex partners. We had shared many group sessions where we pretended to capture one of the group and subject him to fucking and torture. One of the fantasies we shared though was to do this for real and to force a good looking straight chap into just this position and make him cum for us whether he wants to or not and this is what we did with Shane who was our first straight victim. 

Shane is a good looking British white male; not very tall but with a strong lithe body. He's very popular with the ladies being very well endowed as he had shagged our friend Natalie for an hour of orgasmic passion the just two nights before we got to him. Natalie suggested he would be perfect for us to target. She enthused about Shane in that he knew exactly how to please her sexually and she explained she had never cum so often with any other man before.

Shane's was a really good looking man and, because he was a ladies man and treated women as sex toys, Natalie thought he would be perfect for us to target.

Natalie has no scruples about what happened to Shane as he had been the instigator of her being on the receiving end of a surprise lesbian gang fucking which shocked her. She made out to being so indignant at what they did to her but, in truth, she'd never been so turned on and multi-orgasmic as she was that day thanks to those girls. She really was the key to starting out with our campaign with Shane as our guinea pig. 

Natalie is black haired, only 5ft tall and slim. She finds attracting men very easy and also has took every opportunity to have sex with them all. She had pretended to forgive Shane for what he had done but she never let on to him how much she'd enjoyed it and anyway he was good for a fuck and somewhat suggestive to new ideas sexually so the rest was easy for her.

As they were both regular members, she suggested they might like to have sex in the aforementioned local gym and run the risk of being caught which, she said, turned her on and she would love Shane to go along with it. What Shane didn't know was the gym was run by us and was to be the scene of our man-to-man sexual conquest that evening.

Natalie persuaded Shane to go into the public shower area next to the gym room and get undressed. "Just to be sure sweetheart, why don't you take this and we'll guarantee a good night". Natalie passed the diamond shaped blue Viagra tablet. Shane had never needed to use one before but agreed just to see what happened as he washed it down with water.

Shane was quickly naked and called to Natalie that he was ready. We heard this and the five of us rushed in taking him completely by surprise and quickly had him held tightly and unable to escape. We carried him struggling by his arms and legs through to the gym when we had a modified massage table and laid him on his back on the table. One of us tied a gag into his mouth to stop him shouting anymore and then we quickly held his arms out wide and anchored them at his wrists to the arms at the top of the table and stretched them out until his chest was taught, then locked them in position. 

We then looped a strap around his neck and anchored it to the top of the table so he could not lift his head up. Now with two of us holding his legs we pulled his legs up until his ankles were up near his neck exposing his butt. 

Shane was really struggling now and it took a lot of strength to hold him as the masseur picked up a butt-plug vibrator which he liberally coated with KY jelly then he lined it up with Shane's anus opening. Shen could not see what we were doing but he soon jerked hard as he felt the butt plug against his anus. The masseur gently but firmly eased the plug inside Shane's anus until it was all the way in and it stayed in place. 

He then twisted the control and the full force of the vibrator shot through Shane body and he jerked hard. To avoid the vibe coming out during the rest of the treatment two tapes were tied from it around Shane's waist to hold it. With Shane showing tremendous strength he was trying to kick out but the two guys held him firmly as they slowly lowered his legs and opened them wide before the other two anchored Shane's ankles to the bottom arms which were then stretched until his legs were taught.

The padded board under his body was then gently removed as I held Shane's body up and a small steel frame was erected under his hips and adjusted until his back was arched and I let go of him. Shane's body stayed in that position and we were ready to complete our project.

The masseur started slowly caressing around Shane's torso and gently took his manhood in his hands and covered it with massage oil before he gently wanked him.

As much as Shane tried to fight it he was fast losing the battle as the combination of the Viagra tablet and the vibrator they had pushed deep inside his anus which was stimulating his prostate gland caused his erection inevitably to grow. The masseur was tickling his balls and slowly stroking his growing erection and Shane was becoming extremely aroused as well which just made things worse (or better) for him. In no time at all he was fully erect and his large penis was rock hard and stretched to its full eight inches.

The four men then slowly covered Shane with oil and they massaged every part of his exposed body while the main masseur slowly caressed Shane's massive erection. No man could have resisted very long under this intense sensual arousal and Shane was so obviously reaching the point of no return as he tensed up and his balls shrunk into their sac. He was cumming.

There was an enormous jerk and muffled screams of sheer orgasmic ecstasy as Shane finally erupted with a huge spurt of cum which landed on his face and five more eruptions shot out onto his chest before the orgasm slowed to a few drips onto his tummy pooling just below his navel. His masseur was not leaving it there as he carried on caressing Shane's engorged helmet causing his to jerk and scream as the post cum sensations were too much for Shane to bear but bear it he must as his tormentor was not going to stop. On and on went his torture until finally his erection started to subside. His masseur did not stop though until Shane stopped reacting to the treatment and one very sexually satisfied man.

Shane never saw Natalie again which, was a shame, but one of his old girlfriends did say that Shane had admitted to her that it was the best orgasm he'd ever experienced but went no further.

We were happy as we filmed it all thanks to Natalie and we'd started our campaign with an absolute cracker in Shane. There'll be more to cum if we're any good at this.



Strike It Rich



It had been another day on the picket line. As Maya and I walked to the bus stop, I had the opportunity to check her out. She was dressed in a light-blue shirt, a slightly faded jean-skirt and white running shoes. It was easy to notice her shoulder-length silky midnight black hair, supple firm legs, and a firm candy-apple sized ass. Being of Asian background, she had beautifully shaped eyes the same color as her hair and skin as smooth as porcelain. Her best feature, by far, were her tits. The way they sat firmly on her chest and pressed against her shirt had everyone speculating as to their size.

Maya asked if I had any plans for the rest of the day. I told her that the only thing I wanted was something cool and liquid. She giggled and said that she could provide me with what I was looking for, back at her apartment, which I quickly accepted.

When we arrived, Maya gave me the grand tour. The lack of a television set was very noticeable. When she explained that she had a TV set in the bedroom, I smiled and asked coyly if she used it regularly. She blushed, stuck out her tongue, and said the drinks were in the refrigerator. I sat down on the living room couch and had waited for about 10 minutes when she re-appeared. Wow!! She had changed into a white cotton t-shirt, loose white linen shorts and no socks. As she sat down on the couch next to me, I casually examined her tits. Though she was wearing a white lace bra, they were well shaped and globe-sized. I added my estimate to the ever-growing list: 38C.

As we discussed the progress of the negotiations, I noticed Maya wince occasionally. I asked if she was ok. She replied that her shoulders were sore from carrying the picket sign. I inquired if there was anything I could do to help. She smiled and asked if I could gently massage the affected area. Not wanting to see an attractive woman in pain, I agreed. Maya pulled her t-shirt loose from her shorts and shifted closer to me. I told her that I would begin at the bottom of her back and work my way upwards. When I reached a certain point, I would ask her to raise her t-shirt to allow me better access. Hearing this, she nodded in agreement. 

I rubbed my hands together to warm them up and then placed them gently on Maya's lower back and began to move in slow circles. As my treatment progressed, she began to relax. Her head fell slightly forward and she began to sigh softly. As my massage approached her upper back, I leant forward and asked her to raise her shirt. She sighed in response and slowly lifted her t-shirt up and then unfastened the clasp to her bra and let the straps fall off her shoulders. 

Trying to appear cool, I continued. As my hands reached Maya's neck, she slowly leant backwards towards me. From my current position - looking down - I noticed that her bra had shifted and left her tits bare. They were very firm with no sag. Her nipples, which looked like pencil erasers, were gently pressing into the t-shirt. As I moved to the side of her shoulders, Maya reached up and took my hands. She moved slowly downwards and after about five seconds, she placed my warm hands on her tits. I could tell that she was enjoying the feeling as she leant further back, pressing against my chest, in order to give me better access. When I leant slightly forward, feeling my hot breath on her ear (not to mention my semi-hard cock pressing against her back) she turned her head and pressed her warm moist lips to mine. I quickly responded to her kiss, pressing my equally warm lips to hers. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. When I felt her tongue gently pressing against my lips, I slowly let mine slip through and touch hers. After we finally separated, I gazed deeply into her beautiful midnight-black eyes wondering what was next. Fortunately, for me, she turned and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Sitting there, her gorgeous boobs caught my eye. Looking at her nipples, large and standing out like nubbins, I could tell she was getting aroused. She smiled mischievously as she pulled off my white polo shirt. As I began to massage her exquisite tits, she unbuttoned my jeans. 

Maya reached in and wrapped her hand around my rock-hard 7" cock. I moaned as she rubbed it slowly, which made me massage her tits faster. 

Suddenly, she pulled my throbbing cock out and began jerking it up and down. The sensation was incredible. After about a minute, she leant down and wrapped those magnificent tits around it. Looking down, I could see the head of my cock was now a reddish-purple color. I told her that if she continued, I was going to shoot a load of cum all over her globes. She released my cock and stood up slowly, her tits swaying with the motion. She pulled me from the couch and led me towards her bedroom, her beautiful ass-cheeks swinging back and forth.

Once there, I unbuttoned her shorts and quickly pushed them down her legs, leaving just a tiny white thong covering her naked pussy. I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and let Maya see my fully erect cock. She licked her lips and gently stroked the underside from the base to the head with her fingernails, which caused my cock to jump. I dropped to my knees, which put me face to face with her thong-covered twat. I could see her slit through the wet spot, which was growing rapidly. I leant forward and slowly ran my tongue from the base of her slit to the top. She gasped and grabbed my head, pushing it deeper into her crotch. I pulled her thong aside and concentrated on eating her bare-skinned pussy. 

Maya began to weaken in the knees so I gently lowered her to the floor. I pulled her saturated thong completely off and gazed at her naked cunt. It was soaked with her juices and the lips were slightly apart with her wetness. I hungrily lapped up her juices, which tasted sweet as honey, as she began to moan louder. Glancing upwards, I saw her forcefully pinching her nipples while her head was rolling side-to-side. I intensified the pressure of my tongue on her wet cunt, focusing on her clit, knowing that she was close to having an earth-shattering orgasm. When she came, screaming loud enough to break windows, she drenched my face with her sweet nectar.

As I sat up and looked at Maya, she was still enjoying her orgasm. Her hands were on her tits, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly. The carpet between her legs was soaked from the overflow of her pussy juice. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled and licked her lips seductively. My turn she said. She moved swiftly and pushed me flat on the carpet. Gliding her slick naked body over mine, she kissed my eyelids softly, and then my lips. Sliding down, she circled my nipples with the tip of her tongue, occasionally biting them gently. The sensation was exhilarating. She slithered her body downwards, rubbing her sweat-coated tits against my taut stomach, until she reached my belly button. 

She dug her tongue in forcefully enough to stimulate the nerve endings. My body stiffened as she moved closer to my hard cock. As the head peeked out between her tits, she extended her tongue and licked it lightly from the bottom to the top of the slit. She looked up at me and savored the taste of the pre-cum. Seeing my expression of pleasure; she opened her wet, warm mouth and took my full hardness inside. She bathed my cock while alternating between fast and slow sucking. The feeling was exquisite. After about 10 minutes, knowing that I was close to cumming, she released my hard cock. She took it in her hand, straddled me, and rubbed her wet cunt against my hardness. She plunged herself onto my cock, taking the full length inside all at once. I could feel the tight walls of her pussy clamp on and massage every inch. As she began to slowly piston up and down, her tits bounced with each stroke. Her facial expression was one of ecstasy: forehead tense, eyes closed, and lips pursed. As I reached up and grabbed her tits, I tweaked the nipples, causing her to moan loudly. I felt my balls tighten up, as she rode my cock, and prepared to shoot my load deep into her cunt. I yelled out, "I'M CUMMING!!" She cried out, "GIVE IT TO ME!!!" just as I emptied a full load of jism into her tight pussy. I could feel my love juice splashing inside, mixing with her sweet pussy ambrosia. After our mutual orgasm had subsided, she collapsed on my chest.

Thirty minutes had passed before we could dis-entangle ourselves. Maya slowly peeled herself off my chest, hair drenched, tits sticky from sweat, and pussy lips puffy. My condition was not much better: hair also drenched, chest sticky from sweat, and cock red and raw. As I slowly made my way to my feet to retrieve my clothes, she put on a robe to cover her nakedness. We walked out to the living room where I slipped gently into my polo shirt. Turning, I kissed her hard and quickly fingered her damp pussy. As I walked out the front door, I asked if I would see her tomorrow on the pickets. She smiled seductively as she closed the door.



Strike Partners



Jenny wasn't sure where her career was taking her. First, she had the worst relationship with her editor, and he refused to hand her any of the plum assignments. She had written a journalism degree, sure, but her minor had been health sciences, and she had hoped to build her reputation on the medical beat. Instead, she had the court beat, and try as she might, she could not find a way to brighten up the stories she was being forced to cover day in and day out. Instead of allowing her journalistic talent to blossom, she was watching it shrivel up and die.

After six months of drudgery, Jenny had just about had enough. This small newspaper had little room for advancement, but if there was any headway to be made, she would find it, and she marched into Biggs' office one afternoon to make her demands known. When she walked in, though, uninvited, she realised that he was involved in a heated telephone conversation.

"Look, Jim, this match is going to be huge. I can't have you fall sick on me. It's the last time these two are gonna play together, and I absolutely MUST have an interview with them! I..." He broke off as he saw Jenny standing there, her arms akimbo as she leaned in, awaiting her opportunity to speak. "But, hey, Jim, if you can't make it, you can't make it, I'll have someone else do it. But I'm disappointed."

Biggs lowered the phone to its cradle and stood. He walked round his desk and looked Jenny up and down. At a shade under six feet, she was taller than him. A defiant beauty, her full lips, high cheekbones and dark eyes would have been shown to much better effect if she chose to let her wooly locks cascade down her back, but she affected steel-rim glasses and tied her hair back in a bun. Similarly, her long flowing skirts did nothing to enhance her femininity – instead they made her seem virtually shapeless, when in fact she was anything but. Her editor, though, was interested in none of that.

"You're going to watch cricket this weekend, and you're going to interview Courtney Walsh and Curtley Ambrose," he barked. Her brow furrowed. Cricket? She had been unsure as to her next move, but this did not seem like the right one. She opened her mouth to speak, but Biggs had already returned to his seat, and he was picking up the phone, casting a quizzical glance at the dark-skinned lovely. Pursing her lips, Jenny bit back her next resort and asked for further instructions. After all, she did like cricket, and even understood the game, enough, she thought, to write about it.

********

Sunday afternoon, she sat in the players' pavilion, watching as the two tall bowlers completed the demolition of a hapless visiting team. The batsmen were helpless before these two, the giant black Antiguan who celebrated each wicket with his trademark grin, and his long-time partner, the graceful brown Jamaican, the elder statesman. She was on her feet applauding as the last wicket fell, and when the players came past her to get to the dressing room after the presentation ceremony, she grabbed Curtley Ambrose and Courtney Walsh, pulling them aside and reminding them of her interview. This was their last international match, and she was getting first crack at them.

They chatted for a few minutes, by which time the rest of the players had showered and left. A small group of fns had Curtley's attention, and he was busy signing autographs, but Courtney stayed talking to her. After a bit, he looked down at his shirt, where his teammates had doused him with champagne. They were supposed to meet up later that evening for dinner, and he explained to her that he needed to shower, asking whether she would mind continuing the interview in the dressing room. Jenny hesitated a split second, but she decided to follow him in. They were the only people, there, and soon he was undoing the buttons of his white shirt.

Without so much as a "By your leave," here was Courtney Walsh stripping off his shirt in front of her! Jenny was a bit taken aback, but when he began unlacing his boots she felt she could actually hear her heart beating. Surely he would not remove all of his clothing? She was torn as to whether she actually wanted him to, actually. He obviously kept himself in great shape, and he was a handsome fellow, with his medium brown skin, his gentle eyes and the wisps of grey in his short hair.

While she was daydreaming, Walsh removed his pants. For a moment, he stood there looking at her, as she stood unwittingly sucking on the end of her pencil. Their reverie was broken, though, as Curtley burst in. "Oy, I in dis interview, too, u know," he pronounced in his lilting Antiguan drawl. The long-time partners bumped fists and smiled at one another. For her part, Jenny was flustered, because Curtley had entered the room with shirt in hand, and he clearly meant to join Courtney in his state of undress. Seconds later, she realised that he had not been wearing any underwear.

He realised that she realised, too, because she was staring blatantly at his long, thick, dark member. The purple head fascinated her, and she didn't even notice when he called out to her. "Miss? Miss?" When he received no reply, a broad, toothy smile came over the giant bowler's face, and he stepped closer to her. "You could touch it, you know," he said gently, and she could not help reaching out to feel the velvet smoothness of the penis that was so much like its owner, long and huge.

As she caressed the beautiful prick in front of her, she realise she would need both hands, so she led her notebook, her pencil and her recorder fall to the ground, and grasped the monster. Sinking to her knees unbidden, she slid one hand underneath his scrotum and began playing with Curtley's sac, tugging on it gently while she stroked his cock. Her fingers couldn't get round his girth, so she was a little bit concerned about her ability to take him in her mouth, but she determined to try.

Stretching her jaws to the utmost, she got the head past her lips, and she began to inch her way up his cock until she had taken in three inches, but that was about all she could handle. This thing was as big as her forearm! Slowly, she began to work her tongue around his big cock, eliciting moans from the big quickie. She continued stroking him with one hand, but she withdrew the other from his balls and undid the catch on her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She slid her hand under the black thong she had chosen that morning and quickly found her clit.

By now, Curtley had begun fucking her mouth, working a slow, steady rhythm, with short, regular thrusts into her eager orifice. Since her was doing most of the work, she could concentrate on herself. Her pussy was already well wet, so she slipped a finger inside herself, then two fingers, and began fucking her hot hole. Seeing this, Curtley had had just about as much as he was going to take. He pushed her away from him, and lifted her to her feet. Holding her hands, he pulled her towards the low trainer's table. She stood before him and removed her blouse, then her brassiere, revealing perfect size 34 tits with large purple aureolae that stood out from her ebon skin. She looked down in awe at the big Antiguan cock in front of her.

Jenny had never had anything this big inside her, but in for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She clambered up on the table and knelt surveying the man before her. As much as he may have been built for cricket, he certainly was useful for at least one other activity! She stooped over his midsection and positioned the tip of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. As slick and as wet as she was, she was already gasping at the enormity of her task. Biting her lip, she lowered her body ever so slightly, allowing him to penetrate her. She shuddered, a brief spasm wracking her body as a delicious sensation of fullness began to overtake her. Little by little, she took more and more of the fantastic cock inside her, going slowly until she had the entire thing.

When she had it all in, she rested for a second, just letting the feeling sink in. Here she was fucking the world's greatest bowler! Placing her hands against his chest for support, she began to bounce ever so slightly, rising just about an inch before coming to rest once again against his loins. He reached out those big hands and held her hips to steady her, guiding her and helping her set a steady pace. Her guttural moans told him she was having the time of her life, and as he looked past her, he knew that things were about to get even better for the junior reporter.

Curtley's strike partner had been quiet all this time, watching and waiting, masturbating as he watched the scene unfold before him. Now, he was ready to join in. Sauntering up to the table, he positioned himself to offer his cock to Jenny's lips. He was a bit hairier than Curtley, but then Curtley was nearly hairless. Courtney's dick, now, was another entirely different matter. Not quite as thick, as long or apparently as penetrative as his partner's, his schlong looked just as effective n its own way. She wanted run her finger along the vein that coursed and throbbed across the top of his tool, wanted to tickle him and tease him with her fingernails, but she couldn't.

There were two main reasons for this. First, Curtley had started picking up the pace, with his hands on her hips basically lifting her into the air and slamming her back down on top of him. She also felt her impending orgasm bubbling up beneath the surface, and she had to have something in her mouth or she would scream so loud the entire Oval would hear her. So she slipped Courtney's cock in there.

It was just right. Perfectly shaped and sized for sucking, she could take most of it in. He undid her hair from the scarf she had worn that day, letting the locks fall halfway down her back and over her tits, which had begun doing a dance of their own as she bounced up and down on top of her favourite cricketer. Now, Courtney grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head towards his prick. Deliberately, he began a fucking motion against her face, thrusting and rotating his hips slightly as she accepted more and more. He smiled down at her when she convulsed, signaling her orgasm, and groaned on his cock. An idea came to him, though, and he pulled out.

Curtley, meanwhile, was nearing his own climax, but when he saw what the Jamaican was up to, he began to slow down. For Courtney had moved around behind Jenny, and he was pressing her body down so that she lay against Curtley, forcing her to relinquish an inch or two of his manhood. Now, Courtney caressed her back, trailing his strong hands along her spine. Finally, he reached down behind her and found her anus. Lifting the middle finger of his right hand to his lips, he moistened it as though he was preparing to deliver a seamer, then he returned it to her eager ass. Gently, he inserted the finger up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in.

Jenny and Curtley had stopped moving, as she awaited the Jamaican's next move. He was slowly and gently fucking her asshole with his finger, and it was exciting her more than she would have thought possible. When he withdrew the digit, her sphincter clenched, trying to stop him from pulling out, but she observed that the finger had just been a prelude, as the tall man came close to her and pressed his cock against her anal opening. The head of his dick entered her, and she shuddered, feeling another orgasm building. He leaned forward, and inch by inch she took his shaft, drawing ever closer to cumming. "Mmmmm! Aaaaaaaaaah! God, that feels so fucking good," she exclaimed between her clenched teeth, as he penetrated her nether passage.

Soon, he was all the way inside of her, and wrapping one arm around her midsection, he initiated a gentle rocking motion. He felt her relaxing more and more, gripping his cock and thrusting back against him. For his part, he felt his partner's member through the thin membrane separating them. Soon, Curtley was ready again, and he too fucked Jenny, so she was being assaulted from both sides. As Curtley regained his orgasmic thread, he took her titties in his huge hands and tweaked her big nipples. Lifting his face slightly, he kissed her, their tongues intertwining sensuously.

"Rass, girl, your ass so tight, so sweet," murmured Courtney. She was virtually milking his cock now with her rapid gyrations, and already he was on the edge. His breathing became laboured, as he fucked her asshole faster and faster. Curtley was getting there, too, as he screwed the statuesque beauty with short, hard thrusts, ramming his cock as far up inside her as he could get. Her pussy was tingling, as she felt the onset of her second climax. The cock in her ass felt sublime.

The twin ministrations of these men took Jenny to new heights, and she accelerated her movements, fucking both men as rapidly as she could. Knowing her next climax was near she gave herself up to the moment. Curtley was making a hissing sound between his clenched teeth, and Courtney was groaning loudly behind her. Added to all that, their powerful hands were gripping her waist, the cheeks of her ass and her tits. It was just too much for the young reporter, and her body began to convulse. She cried out, lost control of her limbs, and fell against her taller, darker lover.

Simultaneously, spurred by the sight of the lovely reporter cumming so well, the two tall cricketers began experiencing their own orgasms. Courtney's body tensed as he shot his cum into her ass, but Curtley kept screwing, and his long cock spewed torrents of seed into her pussy long after his partner had relaxed. Eventually, he too relaxed, and for over a minute, the three of them just lay there, as cum dribbled out of her every orifice. This was definitely the biggest story of her career, she thought, even if she would never be able to tell it to anyone. Or would she? 



Strike Whilst It's Hot



It's Saturday evening, Chel is about ready for her ladies night out. A petite woman, 5'5" with an extremely defined alluringly sexy stature. Unsure of the dress code, she puts on her bottle green backless jumpsuit, body locks in and the shimmer from the Lycra material is accentuated by the thickness of her waist line and plump firm buttocks. As she slips her feet into a pair of 6inch red heels, the richness of her beautiful dark skin stands out with a glimmering sheen. She's about to pick up the door keys from her dressing table... in the background, she hears continuous beeping of a car horn. Chel exclaims, "Shit, that's early!" and rushes out of the house slightly flustered, yet composed.

Chel struts slowly towards a parked car, number plate registration boldly displaying... "69 Pcock". Clearly excited, Chel's footsteps quicken as she gets closer to the convertible silver Merck. A sheepish smirk flashes across her face and she lets out a smile at the driver as she reaches the passenger door. She opens up and greets with, "hey darling, give us a kiss then."

Sitting in the parked car, was Chel's girlfriend Elena waiting to pick her on the way to the ladies night. Coming in at 5"8, Elena sports a strong athletic frame but pulls off her femininity with an illustrious sexy hour glass figure. And although she towers Chel significantly, that has never effected the wild sexual chemistry between the two women.

Elena steps out of the car, admiring her woman, she walks over to Chel and intertwines their fingers locking firmly together. There is a moment of silence as the two women enjoy a sensual warmth and continue elevating the tension between their fingers. Enticed by Chel's bright red glossy lipstick, Elena stares longingly and expels a short breath, leans in and plants a slow tender kiss on Chel's lips. Chel responds by pressing forward into Elena's breasts, enjoying the dancing movement of their lips sucking deeply on each other's tongues, licking in sync, moaning at the excitement.

Elena pulls Chel closer into her space, running her hands from Chel's neck slowly making her way down to her waist, tracking the outline of Chel's slender figure. The two women are stood outside Chel's apartment reluctant to enter the car, both infused with lust they yearn to devour each other.

Elena's hands begin to delve down into Chel's backless jumpsuit, the moment is too heated, Chel is ruffled and their kissing tapers as they both release the gentle biting grip of their lips. Time is ticking, so the ladies get on their way.

20 minutes into their journey, Elena and Chel exchange the odd kiss, sexy glance here and there, teasing each other at every traffic light stop. As Elena reaches the 4th set of traffic lights, both ladies watch as the pedestrians cross the road. Meanwhile, Elena manages to unzip the back of Chel's outfit and slowly slips her fingers into her panties. Chel's pussy is slightly moist and Elena is turned on... excited at the thought of being caught, the two women look up at each, they give one another a sly nod. With the bottom half of her jumpsuit detached, Chel hoists her legs up onto the dashboard of the car allowing easy access for Elena.

Both ladies are clearly in a naughty mood, Elena has one hand on the steering wheel and uses the other hand to tease Chel's engorged clit rubbing her pussy slowly then faster, slowly then faster, faster. Chel is dripping wet but Elena continues to pleasure her pussy with hard strokes, she slips a finger into Chel's pussy and begins to finger fuck her. Chel preens as she gyrates against Elena's finger motions, she's aroused, Elena is in a frenzy of domination as she revels in the moment. Stuttering to stop, Elena shakes herself for a moment believing to be ever the stud and ramps up the tension by inserting another finger into Chel's pussy pushing faster and faster, passionately wanting to make her woman cum. She can't help it and would never want to stop till there is satisfaction on Chel's face. She's loving the chase of Chel's sexual tension as the endorphins begin to over flow... 

Lights turn green and Elena begins to drive off. Overcome with immense pleasure, Chel moves her eyes lazily to Elena and exclaims "oh baby, how you gonna do me like that."

Elena hardly drives more than 5 minutes before pulling over, stopping by a secluded dimly light park. Chel licks her lips and runs her hands over Elena's supple breasts, huge hard rock nipples screaming out for cool lips and a tongue surprise. Chel cups one of Elena's breasts into her mouth savouring and licking her areola very slowly in a circular motion. Elena is uneasy, shifts inside her seat quivering at the intensity and warmth of Chel's tongue... she raises up her skirt, reaches inside her lace nickers and begins to wank herself as Chel continues to pleasure her bosom... the moment fades and with the passenger seat lowered, Elena pushes Chel onto her back.

Relentless in her efforts to satisfy her lady, Elena is exasperated by the sight of sweet pussy and refuses to be dominated so assumes her position and continues fucking Chel's furiously with her tongue whilst finger fucking her ass... Elena pulls up to Chel and kisses her deeply sharing the taste of her pussy nectar. Pauses for a moment and goes back down to tongue fucking. Chel, panting heavily, becomes increasingly turned on as Elena fucks her whilst whispering dirty notes in her ear. The car windows are completely steamed up and with their every breath, the juicy smell of cunt fills the air... unable to contain the ecstasy, Chel releases her self and gushes.

Suddenly there is an electronic glitch inside the car and the Sat Nav announces... "You have reached your destination".

The night has only just begun and the ladies continue their delightful session, this time Chel takes her tongue to pounding Elena's pussy until she cums over and over again.



Striking Matches



The New Housekeeper

"Harvey, please come in here and show me how you like your bed made up. Look, I'll tuck the top sheet in at the foot of the bed, but do you want it tucked in on the sides or left out loose? And the pillows, do you want them laid on top of the top sheet, or should I just pull the top sheet up over them and leave it that way?"

"Out loose on the sides and don't put the top sheet under the pillows. If you do, then when I pull it out this gets tangled up in the sheet." I lifted the middle pillow of the three on my king size bed and revealed the holstered 357 magnum revolver lying there, where my hand can find it in a hurry if I need it. "Are you familiar with firearms?"

"Oh, that's a surprise, but it's not a shock. Back when I was growing up on a farm there were always guns around, and we didn't think they were anything out of the ordinary. Every farmhouse had a shotgun by the back door for foxes and other critters that tried to get our hens, and another favorite was a 30-30 rifle for the occasional deer that would come along to nibble the kitchen garden. They were always good for a few steaks and a pot roast. To me, a gun is just a tool, like a hammer or a shovel, and they don't scare me or anything. Don't worry, I can just pick this up in its holster and set it over here, and then put it back after I've changed the sheets and pillowcases. I won't fool around with it, any more than I'd play with any other tool. Tools all have their purposes and they all have to be respected or somebody can get hurt."

"Well, that's good, because you may come across other weapons in places where they're out of sight but easy to grab if I need them. They're simply a necessity of life when you're old enough for everybody in the neighborhood to think they might be able to do a number on you. When you're young you can scramble around better, but anybody whose hair has gone gray has already lost a step or two, and there'll be some drug addict out there who thinks you'd be easy picking."

"Did your last cleaning lady have any problems with loaded guns tucked away?"

"No, not after she got used to seeing them pop up when she'd be vacuuming the sofa or whatever. She grew up in a barrio in Chicago, and guns are pretty common there. Having guns around the house is a real problem when there are kids around, but I'm way past that point. Now my kids have kids of their own, and they don't live within a thousand miles of here."

"Well, enough chitchat. I've got to get hustling because I want to get a load in the washer and be able to dry it and put everything away before I leave. If there's anything special you want me to do, just let me know."

Later, when she was cleaning up the kitchen, she had to ask me where I wanted the pots and pans and cooking utensils put. "Those spatulas I keep right here, where I can reach them while I'm cooking. But the strainer and those pots and lids go down here. If in doubt, think of me trying to save as many steps as I can while I'm fixing meals, and your hand will go right to the places where I keep everything. And if you can think of a better way to arrange my stuff, just let me know and we can talk it over. When Grace was doing my housekeeping she had a lot of good ideas, and I'm always open to suggestions. She knew a lot more about kitchens than I ever will, and I'm sure you do too."

"What happened to Grace? Did you fire her?"

"Oh my gosh, no! She was wonderful. But she moved away, to live with her brother in Oklahoma. His wife died recently and he needs her there to help him, and it's a good deal for her because it really reduces her living expenses.

"I've had good luck lately with part time help. Grace worked for me for two years and I never had to worry about the place being neat and clean, and everything being where I could find it. I had another lady before her who was pretty good, too, though not as good as Grace. But before that, it was a nightmare. There was one who did a great job as long as she was broke, but when she got a few dollars ahead it went for drugs and she was like a zombie. So that one I fired. And there was another one before her with a drinking problem. So if you plan on getting high on something that will alter your personality, just tell me now and I'll fire you in advance. I just don't need those problems."

"Not a chance. I know what you mean. I got rid of a husband who seemed real nice at first but turned out to be a drunk and later got hooked on cocaine, and he left me with a very strong dislike for the things that chemicals can do to people. When I get together with my sister and her family at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I take a glass or two of wine with the meal, but that's the extent of my wild side for the rest of the year. 

"Another thing I ought to mention is that I respect your privacy, and I never gossip about any of my clients and what goes on in their homes. You could be carrying on a wild love affair with a goat, and as long as it's your house and your goat, it's nobody's business but your own."

"That's good to hear, but I promise you, no goats. No women, either, not for years now. I sort of miss that part of my life, but that's what it's like when you get old."

"Actually, that surprises me. Usually I hear from senior citizens that the women outnumber the men, and what men there are left can take their pick."

"Maybe you haven't met many of those old women. The reason they outnumber the men is that they've worn their husbands out, physically and mentally, until the old guys just gave up and died. And every one of those old women is trying to get her hooks into any man who will stand still long enough. So I'm very cautious around them, and I always have someplace I have to go to right away. Talk with one for five minutes and she thinks you've fallen in love with her. Another thing I do is spread the word that I'm in serious financial difficulties. If I have to, I can even invent some kind of disease that I need so see the doctor for."

"Do you really have a lot of medical problems?"

"Not me. I'm healthy as a horse."

And so the light conversation went, while Helen washed, dusted, swept, vacuumed, and generally tidied up my house to take away the usual signs of a week of bachelor living. As I was paying her we discussed scheduling her weekly visits, and I opted for the middle of the week, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday, and left her to pick the day, acknowledging that she might have to change her routine some weeks. One advantage that I have in retirement is that to me every day is like every other day, and I can be flexible about what's going to happen when.

Considering that I had just picked Helen out the classified ads with no advance knowledge of her work habits, I figured I'd done pretty well. She worked while she talked, a lot better than a few I'd had who thought I wanted to pay them by the hour for sitting down and running their mouths, either talking to me or calling everybody they knew on their cell phones. I may not have much of a social life, but if I'm going to pay a woman by the hour to keep me amused it won't be for conversation. Helen worked hard to make my house look good, and it did ,after she got finished doing her thing every week. And in the course of many casual conversations, we got to know each other pretty well. One day, while she was arranging the knickknacks after dusting the shelf by the television, she asked, "Why don't you ever date any more? You said that your friend Susan moved to Florida to be near her grandchildren, but why haven't you ever found a replacement? You ought to get out more and socialize, and that's hard to do when you don't have anybody to enjoy it with."

"Oh, I guess I'm just too old for that. I think my skirt chasing days are behind me."

"Well, it's your life, but you don't seem over the hill to me. I've seen the things you've built in your workshop, and I've watched how you move around. You're not really old, like feeble. So I'm surprised that you don't want to have any female companionship. You wouldn't have to move in with a woman, but you could just go out with somebody now and then. We've talked about all those women out there who seem to be looking for a man. Maybe you ought to think about picking one of them to spend some time with. Or maybe you'd do better to pick two, so neither one thinks she's caught you."

"I'll put that idea on my list of things to think about, but it won't be up near the top of the list. Part of my trouble is that I always had active, attractive women in my life, and the old ladies that are my age now just don't appeal to me. The last one that I spent a lot of time with was fifteen years younger than I was. The last woman my own age that I had anything to do with was my wife, and she died a long time ago. After that, I got involved with women younger than I was, but now I'm so old that no younger woman would want to waste her time with me. They all want young men, and I can't blame them. I'm just too old for the women who would appeal to me. I'm an alumnus now, a graduate of the school of social interaction. And whatever you do, please don't try to fix me up with someone."

"All right, but I still think you're making a mistake. There are a lot of women out there who would love to meet a man like you, with your intelligence and refined tastes and your cheerful outlook. And they're not all old hags, either. You could have your pick of some really nice ones, and you wouldn't have to make any commitment you don't want to, either. Oh yes, I see you shaking your head, but if you finally get feeling lonesome enough, let me see if I can help you out."

"What are you, a matchmaker?"

"Don't you worry about what I am. Just stop and figure out what you are, and what kind of a life you want to have. I think you're missing out on fun and companionship. And I'll tell you what's going to happen: tonight or tomorrow night, when you go to bed . . . alone . . . you'll remember this conversation and you'll wish you'd listened to me."

The Prophecy Comes True

"Helen? You were right. I lay in bed last night and all I could think of was what you told me before you left on Tuesday. What exactly did you mean when you said you could help me out?"

"What, you called me at eight o'clock in the morning to tell me that? You must have been lying awake all night thinking about it."

"No, but I woke up early and it was on my mind again. Why'd you go planting those ideas in my head, anyway? I was contented the way things were, until you messed with my mind."

"I don't want to sit here talking about this on the phone. Are you going to be at home this morning?"

"Yeah, I don't have anyplace that I have to go to. Why?"

"I just finished my coffee. I'll tidy up the kitchen and then I'll come and see you. Say, nine o'clock. That okay with you?"

"Perfect. See you then."

I jumped into the shower. No. Let's start that over. I stepped into the shower. I don't jump into anything any more. After I'd got all cleaned up and refreshed, I selected a shirt that would look good with my pants, a deliberate, decision making process that I seldom bother with any more when I'm getting dressed. What the hell, nobody cares what I looked like. I have three or four shirts that I like for the warm weather, and I usually just grab whichever one of them is hanging nearest to the closet door. But that day for some reason I felt different, and I dressed casually but carefully.

The doorbell announced Helen's arrival, and she came in carrying a small notebook that had so many papers stuffed into it that the whole bulging package was held together with several rubber bands.

"Talk to me about what you were thinking last night in bed. When you were very sleepy, ready to nod off, what were you picturing? What exactly did you think of that you didn't have right there at your fingertips?"

"A woman, what else? You still thinking about a goat? That was your idea, not mine. I guess I was thinking about how nice it would be able to snuggle up to a woman in my bed."

"What kind of a woman?"

"Oh, not too big, but not skinny with bones sticking out all over. Say about five foot two or three or four, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds or so. Nice looking. Not real young, but not all wrinkled either. Maybe about sixty years old, but well preserved. You getting the picture?"

"Tell me more. What about her body? Buxom? Flat chested? What?"

"Oh, medium sized boobs. B or C cup. They wouldn't have to be real perky like silicone specials, but not real droopy either. Say if she's lying on her back they'd flatten out a bit but they shouldn't wind up in her armpits."

"Her stomach: what would that look like?"

"Well, not all blubbery and floppy, but it wouldn't have to be flat as a board, either. A little curve to it would be okay. If she looks pregnant then she's too fat for me."

"What about her legs and feet?"

"I do like pretty legs. I'm not a foot fetishist, but I don't like feet that are all misshapen from being jammed into stupid, too-tight shoes all her life. Big bulging bunions are pretty ugly, a definite turnoff. But I don't care if her feet are tiny or big, high arched or fairly flat. Nicely trimmed toenails with a neat paint job in a subdued shade of red would be nice."

"So you've got some pretty definite ideas in your mind about what she should look like. Let's switch to something else. When you're having a conversation with her, how should that go? Do you care what she says, or how she says it?"

"I guess I do, although I haven't thought about it. I like to be able to have a pleasant conversation without having to work hard at it, and I couldn't stand for every response to something I say being 'Oh, gee,' or 'Like wow,' or 'I don't know anything about that.' You know how it is when you're working here and we're talking about something, anything. Last week I mentioned the Border Patrol agent who got shot, and you knew what I was talking about, and you had some opinions on it. The words flowed easily, and we went from one topic to another in a relaxed, natural way. It's nice to be able to talk with someone like that, nothing forced or artificial about it. I'd hate to have someone in bed with me who looks terrific but never reads a newspaper. If it's like talking to a wall, then I'm probably better off with a wall. And if I happen to say 'shit' or 'fuck' I'd hate to have her faint from the shock."

"What about cultural questions, like race or ethnic group or religion or politics?"

"Well, I'm no bigot, but for a woman to share my bed I'd like to have her sort of like me. Caucasian, nominally Christian, or I guess Jewish would be okay. Any political party, speaking pretty good English although I don't mind western European accents. As for grooming, I'm accustomed to women who shave their legs and armpits. Pubic hair could be trimmed, but if it's all shaved off it can get stubbly. On the other hand, if she has a huge, shaggy bush it's a turnoff."

"What about smoking and drinking?"

"Smoking is out. Oh, I suppose I could tolerate a woman who smokes five or six cigarettes a day, as long as she doesn't do it in the house or car. The smell really bothers me, I guess because I smoked so heavily that it made me sick and I had to give it up years ago. Taking a drink now and then is okay, but I don't want anything at all to do with a drunk. Been there, done that, don't need to do it again, ever."

As we had been talking Helen had been making marks on a piece of paper, but I couldn't make any sense out of them, so I asked her what they were all about. "This is just an easy way for me to remember what you said you want in a woman. There's a line for every item of your specification, and the little marks I put there are just my own shorthand for your preferences. If I don't know what kind of a woman you're lonely for, I can't possibly know whether I can help you out."

"And just exactly what do you intend to do to help me out? Do you have a warehouse stocked with women of all sizes and descriptions, lying on the shelves waiting for you to pull one out to fill my order?"

"It's not that complicated. I've lived here most of my adult life. I've been active in church groups, parent-teacher groups, library committees, girl scout troop committee, voter registration drives, all that sort of thing, and I've met a whole lot of women. Some years ago I was asked to fix up a couple of people with dates, and one of them took root and turned into a happy marriage. That got me to thinking, and I decided to try to sort out who liked what, in case the opportunity ever came up again. As time went on, there were changes in people: some moved away, got married, got divorced, got religion, had kids, whatever, and I kept updating my file on the women I knew around town. If I were just starting out now, I suppose I'd have a computer with a data base. What I have instead is a bunch of pages in my little notebook, one name to a page, and I can shuffle through them pretty fast to find possible matches for people who are lonely. It's not a business, but I suppose you could call it my hobby."

"With all the information you must have collected on people, you could probably become a blackmailer."

"That's true, which is why I have to keep all this information under wraps. People don't want their personal information to become public knowledge. This is like the CIA."

"What about your family? Your husband must know where you keep the notebook."

"Two solutions to that problem. First, all the information is coded. I know what it means, but nobody else does. Second, no husband. I got rid of him a long time ago, after his love affair with vodka and cocaine, and I've been living alone ever since."

"So all this talk about how I'm missing out on a chance for happiness and companionship is just your sales pitch. If it's such good advice, how come you don't apply it to yourself?"

"First rule of parenting: do as I say, not as I do. Actually, I'd probably latch onto some guy if I found one who'd be compatible with me. It's just like that song in Snow White, 'Some Day My Prince Will Come.' Just have to be patient."

"And how long has it been since you tossed your husband out?"

"Ten years. But I was so mad at him and so down on men that it took me at least five years before I even started to feel lonely. Of course, doing housekeeping for people gives me a chance to be with people all the while, so I don't get the feeling that I'm living like a hermit. Whereas you, on the other hand . . ."

"Okay. I don't need that whole lecture all over again. Now that you've asked me all those questions, what's next?"

"I'll go home and sort it all out. I take a few pieces of paper and jot little notes as I go through my notebook, working at the kitchen table where I can spread it all out in front of me. I'll try to pick out two or three ladies that I think might be suitable for you, and I'll call you with the information on one of them in time for you to call her up, introduce yourself, and ask her for a date for next Friday or Saturday night. Then you'll get back to me and tell me how it went, but you won't be obligated to do anything else with her unless you want to. If you want to try somebody else, we'll go through the same routine the next week with another lady. Unless you're really very picky, or there's something wrong with you, by the third try you ought to have at least one who'll be suitable. Simple, huh?"

"So all I have to do now is sit and wait for you to call me up with a name and phone number?"

"You've got it. Expect me to call you later today, or maybe tomorrow morning."

Hey, Got a Match?

Sure enough, just before suppertime, the phone rang. "Harvey, call Julie Morris. She lives about five miles west of you, just off Route 87." She gave me the directions to Julie's house and her phone number.




Striking Matches



I called right after supper, when I figured I could get her while she wasn't doing anything more urgent than cleaning up the kitchen. "Julie, My name is Harvey Nelson. Helen Simpkins suggested I call you. I'm looking for somebody to spend a little time with, and I thought maybe we could go to dinner Friday evening and get to know each other. Does that sound like something you'd like to do?"

"Harvey, did you say your name is? Now you listen to me, Harvey: Helen Simpkins is a meddling busybody. The day that I have to rely on somebody like her to get me a date is the day I'll just crawl into a hole and die. And if you're a friend of hers, I don't want anything to do with you either. You could be the last man on earth and my answer would be no. Or maybe hell, no!" And she hung up.

Time for another phone call. "Hello, Helen? I suggest you just pull Julie's page out of your notebook and tear it into little pieces. Could there possibly be a flaw in your system?"

"What happened?" I explained the brief but definitive phone conversation. "Well, that's a surprise. Maybe we ought to set our sights on next week, to give me a little more time to work on another selection. Expect a call from me by Monday, maybe sooner."

Sure enough, on Sunday afternoon I got a call from Helen. "Here's one that ought to work. I did a lot more checking to be sure of coming up with a match, and I called her and talked the whole thing over so you're not hitting her cold. Name's Gloria Smith. I wouldn't want to say that this one is a totally sure thing, but I really think it'll work."

I called Gloria and had a far better conversation than I had with Julie. We agreed to meet at the Harvest restaurant on Friday night at seven. She would wait in the parking lot in her car, which she described so I could find her.

Friday night I went to the Harvest restaurant and searched the lot. No car matching Gloria's description. I had been given the make, model, year, color, and license number, and it simply wasn't there. I got out my cell phone and called Gloria's number, and got an answering machine. I left a message and called Helen. "Helen, she's just not here. I waited a half hour before I made a phone call. She has my cell phone number, so she could call me if there's a problem. I feel like a fool waiting any longer. I guess I'll just have to go home."

"Sorry about that. You go on home and I'll make some calls tomorrow and try to find out what happened."

Around noon on Saturday my phone rang. Helen said, "At the last minute she chickened out. I told her she should have called you but she said she didn't know what to say. I tried to tell her that was very inconsiderate but she just didn't get it. So scratch Gloria. I'll try again."

The Absolute, Unconditional Guarantee

Helen called on Monday morning. "Here's the new plan. On Friday night you go to the Fireside restaurant at eight. Ask to be seated at Mary's table. You have my absolute, unconditional guarantee that this one will work out right."

Tuesday was house cleaning day. I wanted everything to be extra special. "Helen, please put the new sheets on the bed and turn down the covers. You can stick the revolver in the drawer of the nightstand. If you'll please put a sheet and pillow on the living room sofa I'll sleep there till Friday, so I don't get the bed messed up.

The hours seemed to drag, waiting for Friday night. On Wednesday I had my car detailed. Back at home I checked over the outfit I planned to wear, matching my good silk jacket with this pair of slacks and that one. On Thursday I shined my shoes, just before I went out and bought a new shirt. I was like a schoolgirl getting ready for her senior prom. No amount of self-administered pep talks could dampen my nervousness. After all, this date was guaranteed to work out, so I had to make sure I did my part to perfection. On Friday afternoon I went to a florist shop and got a bouquet of mixed flowers for the table. I hadn't been this nervous about a date since I was sixteen.

I dressed carefully, got into the car very slowly to make sure I didn't drag my pant leg against the sill of the driver's door and leave a dirty mark, sat down carefully in my shirtsleeves, and laid my jacket across the passenger seat so it wouldn't get wrinkled driving to the Fireside. This was going to be the date of all dates, and I wasn't about to let anything mess it up. At the restaurant I gave the flowers to the maitre d' to be put into a vase and brought to the table. He handed them off to a waiter and escorted me to a table where a lady was already seated. Approaching from her back, I could see that she was wearing an elegant dress with a light scarf that went around her neck and was flipped back over her left shoulder, and I could see that in her upswept coiffure she had tiny rose buds. Talk about fancy! As the maitre d' pulled out the chair for me, I bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mary. I'm . . ."

My mystery date raised her beautifully made up face to me with a smile and said, "I know who you are. Sit down and take a deep breath. Your jaw is sagging."

"But . . . but . . . I thought . . . Mary. What . . ."

"That's my middle name. My mother picked Mary after her mother, and Helen after her aunt. For heaven's sake, breathe before you pass out. There's not a thing to worry about. I told you this date is guaranteed to work, and I meant it. No more screwups. I've already ordered our dinner, complete with appetizers and wine. Just relax and go with the flow. Later on, when we leave here and go to your house for a nightcap, you're sure to score if you feel like it. You'll find I'm a lot better than a goat. And if everything goes as I expect, you'll never be lonely again." Slight pause. "Or for that matter, neither will I."

And she was right. We never were.



Striking Out?



I pulled another bottle of beer out of the icebox as I shook my head in disgust. Getting laid in a military town was almost impossible, unless you were actually in the military. I had gotten out a few years before, and no longer had what we used to call the "Clean-Cut Target" look. Yeah, around here, most of the women wanted to hook up with a young, naïve serviceman, then take control of his paycheck. None of that shit for me! Consequently, I tended to spend most nights flying solo. 

This night was no different. I had invested several hours at the local watering hole, and rolled snake-eyes. I slumped back on my couch, cued up a movie, and once again gave serious consideration to moving to a bigger town, like Dallas or Austin. What the hell…the traffic was murder, but the hunting was much easier, as my yearly vacations always proved. Just as I was finishing the beer, and getting up for another, I heard a key in my door. For a second I tensed up, then realized that it was probably just my little sister. I lived closer to the clubs than she did, so I had given her my key; I'd rather she crash on my couch than drive home wasted. She took me up on the offer quite a bit. But, since I rarely got lucky, it didn't bother me too much. 

She finally got the door open, and I heard 2 voices giggling, and shushing each other. "He's probably asleep," I heard Jenny whisper. Oh, PLEASE, tell me she wasn't bringing a guy to my place! That would just be the cap on a rotten evening. She finally got clear of the door, and I saw her guest. Mercy!! Her friend was about 5'4" tall, slender, and had the softest-looking red hair I'd ever seen. She was wearing a snug pair of Rockies, and a sweater that left no doubt about her ample breast size. Jenny looked up at me, and caught me staring, and burst out laughing.

"Big brother, put your tongue back in your mouth before it gets sunburned!" she giggled. I recovered quickly, and stammered out a greeting. Jenny asked me, "Do you mind if we steal your couch for the night? Lisa doesn't want to risk the roads…you know the Police, they look at the weekend as open season." I replied, "Sure, if you don't mind watching a movie. I just started it, and I don't wanna stop now." The girls agreed, providing I had some beer. 

"Hey, 4 years in the Navy taught me one thong…always have plenty of beer on hand!," I laughed, and grabbed a couple extra cold ones for them. We all got comfortable on the couch, and got to talking. It turned out that Lisa worked with Jenny, and they had been club buddies for a couple of months. Now, Jenny spent about half her weekends crashing on my couch, but this was the first I'd seen of Lisa, and I said as much. "Oh," Lisa said. "Usually, I wind up with company to take me home. For some reason, I struck out tonight!" Oh, there was just NO justice! 

I could understand a guy having no luck, but a stunner like Lisa? I mean, those blazing green eyes would be enough to put any man on his knees. I joined in the griping about the sorry state of things, and the subject soon changed to sex. After several hours of talking, drinking, and generally ignoring the movie, I finally decided I needed to grab some sleep. I pulled out the hide-a-bed for the girls, then staggered to my room, and collapsed across the bed. As I drifted off, I briefly considered satisfying myself while fantasizing about Lisa. But, the long hours and large amounts of beer had taken their toll, and I dozed off too soon. 

I awoke several hours later to sunlight coming in through my window blinds. I stretched, and started my light morning workout, before heading to the rain locker. After 20 minutes of scalding water and 10 minutes of ice-cold, I headed back to my room, toweling off. I stopped in my doorway, staring in wonder at the sight that greeted my eyes. There sat Lisa, still in her sweater, but without those snug jeans that had shown off her curves so well last night. Her long, slender legs were the same creamy white as her face, and looked softer than anything I'd ever seen.

Even the maroon polish on her toes just seemed to scream "sex." I didn't want to look stupid, so I asked where Jenny was. "Oh, she woke up around 4, and decided she wanted to go to her boyfriend's place. She said you'd probably be nice enough to give me a ride when you got up," Lisa said. My thoughts exactly! But, I decided she was talking only in the most proper sense, so I told her to give me a few minutes to get dressed. "Actually…," she said, and paused. I turned, and saw that sweet smile suddenly turn devilish.

"Yes?" I prodded. "Well, I was thinking about putting off THAT ride until a bit later." My interest was peaked. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind for right now?" She crawled across the bed toward me, and whispered, "We both had the same problem last night. How about we solve that right now?" She ran one maroon nail down my chest, and my towel started to budge. Her eyebrows went up, and she said, "I'll take that as a yes!"

She went up on her knees, and slowly pulled off the pink cashmere sweater. I stood there, just taking in the breathtaking sight of her naked body. Her soft, wispy pubic curls, the color of ginger were already glistening with moisture. At last, her magnificent breasts bounced free, and they were more beautiful than I'd imagined. Firm, round, and with nipples that stood out like bullets. She had a light sprinkling of freckles across that milky skin, and I couldn't take any more. I sank to the bed, and kissed her deeply. One of her arms snaked around my neck, and her free hand went to work on the knot holding my towel on. Soon, my throbbing bone snapped erect, and she took hold of it firmly. 

"Oh, yeah," she growled, "I want this!" I did a little exploring of my own, and found her already very wet. I broke our deep kiss, and latched my lips onto one erect nipple. Her gasp told me that I was right on schedule. I alternated between the rigid little nubs, until she was whimpering in pleasure. I licked between her heaving tits, and trailed my way down to the junction of her silky thighs. I heard her sigh, and knew that she was eagerly anticipating my tongue in her slippery pussy. I gently lifted her ass cheeks off the bed, and slid a pillow under her, positioning her snug opening right in front of my nose. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her thighs, getting close to her snatch, but never quite hitting the sensitive areas. Every time I'd get close, her hips would buck involuntarily. I kept my hands roaming her upper body, caressing her breasts, touching her lips, soothing her arms. 

She was beginning to shudder. At last, I could wait no longer, and plunged my tongue deep into her musky juices. A short cry burst from her lips, as I swirled my tongue around her inner lips and clit. She quickly rose up to the point of no return; her thighs clamped onto my head as she came, letting out a long, moaning cry. I never stopped lapping her slit, not wanting to miss a drop of her fragrant juice. She finally stopped bucking against me, released my head, and took me by the hair, pulling me to her. Once again, we kissed deeply, her darting tongue searching out the liquid remaining on my lips. She pushed me down on my back, and immediately straddled my hips. Her hand went between us, and positioned my pole between her outer lips. She moved it up and down a few times, getting herself wet all over again. I tried to push up into her, but she held me down. 

"Not so fast, buddy. I'M gonna drive now.," she said to me determinedly. She sank herself ever so slowly onto me. I thought I had died, and seen Heaven. This must be an angel I'm fucking! She sat perfectly still for several seconds, just moving her inner muscles on me. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever known. I hadn't made a single move, and she had me ready to explode. She must have felt my balls starting to contract, so she stopped, letting me calm down. 

While I was coming down, she leaned over, and put her tongue to good use on my neck and ears. That got me started again, and this time she started to pump herself up and down on me, moving very slowly. This girl knew how to work! She kept up this deliciously slow tempo for almost ten minutes, before I lost all control, and blew what felt like a record-setting load inside her. She never broke her stride, continuing the slow pace through it all. I couldn't believe it…I was staying hard! Before too long, she actually had me throbbing again. I finally wrapped my arms around her waist, rolled her over, and took the initiative once again. I kissed her deeply, before pinning her knees to her shoulders. 

"Oooh, Baby…you wanna get deep, don't you?," she whispered in my ear. "Go for it, but save this load for me. I want to drink from your cock like a straw!" That was all I needed to hear. I began a strong pace, pistoning into her like there was no tomorrow. Her fingers tweaked my nipples, and I nibbled her earlobes. It turned out that her ears were a trigger for her, and she went crazy as I worked on them. I felt her slick channel getting snug on my shaft, and knew her own orgasm was close. I upped the speed, and she dug her nails into my ass cheeks, screaming as an intense orgasm wracked her luscious form. I continued pounding into her, even though my own explosion was getting rapidly closer. She was giving out little grunts with each thrust.

Finally, I felt the familiar rush from my balls, and told her what was about to happen. I released her legs, and she slithered out from under me. Her lips wrapped snugly around my cock, and I shook as my load spurted into her mouth. True to her word, she treated my dick like a straw, drawing every available drop from me. Her fingers gently massaged my balls, coaxing yet more spunk from them. We at last fell onto my rumpled sheets, utterly spent. As we drifted off to sleep, she nuzzled my neck, and said, "I hope you can do that again, later!" Not to worry, I thought. I think you're going to get a very pleasant wake-up call in a few hours. Smiling, I kissed her as we fell into slumber.



Striking Pleasure



"So beautiful," he whispered as he entered through the front door. He knew she'd be there, kneeling by the front door, waiting for him. It's how he had wanted her. It's what he had instructed her to do. But still, seeing her that way made him smile. 

He'd spent the previous night thinking about all the various things he would do to her. He'd feel every inch of her body, feel her shudder in his arms as he made soft love to her. It'd been a while since they'd been together, and he had intended to make this night special and memorable. But now, seeing her kneeling there before him, he was struck with a hunger he knew he'd have to feed. 

He reached his hand out and softly traced down the side of her face. He smiled again, feeling her press her cheek against his hand. "My pet," he softly spoke, moving his hand to the back of her head and slowly tangling his fingers into her hair. "You are..." He took a firm hold and quickly forced her to meet his eyes. "Mine." 

She softly whimpered, but didn't flinch away. She sat still, starting up into his eyes, carefully controlling slow breaths. Fire. Hunger. Deep and penetrating. She felt as if his stare alone stripped away her clothes and left her bare, entranced in his presence. And his grasp. 

Holding her head so that he could watch her face, he stepped slightly closer to her. "Take me out," he commanded.

It took her a moment to realize what he was telling her. She couldn't take her eyes away from his. His hand in her hair tightened slightly. "Yes Master," she finally whispered, moving her hands up to find his belt. 

She'd done it several times. It shouldn't be so hard. But her fingers were clumsily feeling their way to his buckle. She took a slow, deep breath. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his belt loose and out of the way. Opening his jeans, she felt for him. He was already hard. She smiled shyly and averted her eyes away from his face. 

"Look at me," he commanded, giving her hair a small tug. "Don't look away from me, girl. I'm your Master. You will see the man who possesses you." His voice had a hard edge to it. 

"Yes Master," she whispered, swallowing a lump that was forming in her throat. Her pulse began to race. Her body tingled. She was nervous, not knowing what he was going to do to her, scared that it might hurt, and excited that he was going to use her, all in the same breath. 

She met his gaze, knowing that this man she loved knew what he was doing. He knew her. He understood her. He wouldn't bring her harm, but the depths in his eyes told her that he was going to push her to her limits tonight. And she reveled in it.

"Tell your Master what you want, slave." Again, his voice held that hard tone. He released her hair and stroked her face softly, tracing his thumb across the bottom of her lips. "Tell me what you would want to do to please me."

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of his touch. Meeting his gaze, she smiled shyly and clasped her hand around his hardness. "She wants your cock, Master. She wants to feel it on her tongue, and in her mouth."

"Does she? I'm not so sure. How do I know you're not just saying that because you know it's what I want?" He reached his hand into her hair again, and heard her gasp as he took a firm hold. "How do I know you're not just telling me what I want to hear?"

"Please Master, I do want your cock," she pleaded. "Your girl loves to suck your cock." She bit her lip and tried to look away.

He pulled on her hair, making her whimper; forcing her to look into his eyes once more. "Don't look away from me," he snapped. 

"I... I'm sorry Master." She felt a shiver rush through her body. Her mind raced, trying to find the words to convince him that she really did want his cock in her mouth. If he hadn't been holding her head, she would have leaned forward and taken his hot flesh between her lips. 

Before she could think of what to say, he released her hair and quickly pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her. One hand went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipple through her dress. She flinched and whimpered as he pulled hard. His other hand slipped up to her neck, firmly wrapping his fingers over her small neck.

"Mine," he whispered into her ear. "It's all mine, isn't it slave?"

"Yes Master," she shakily replied. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He moved his hand across her chest and to her other nipple and began his sweet torment again. She bit her lip and felt her body tremble against him.

"Do you want my cock, girl?" He was twisting her nipple between his fingers, his hand holding her neck so firmly she could just barely breath. 

"Yes Master," she answered him softly. She reached her hands up and softly held onto his forearms; not daring to try and guide him, or stop him. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. 

She closed her eyes and focused on the way his hand felt on her neck. She didn't know why, but she was happy to endure him torturing her nipples as long as he'd leave his hand on her neck. She swallowed hard, wondering if he could feel her do it. 

"This is all mine," he whispered against her ear. His warm breath caressed her skin, sending tingles through her. "All of it." His hand left her breast and moved down her body. He firmly pressed down her stomach as his fingers felt their way between her thighs. 

She gasped, feeling him press his hand hard against her pussy. She whimpered softly, feeling him placing pressure on her aching need. He held his hand there, unmoving. She wished he'd pull up her dress and stroke her clit. She wished that he'd thrust his fingers inside her wet pussy, and give her pleasure. Her thoughts made her squirm against him.

"No," he commanded. "You won't move." He tightened his hand on her neck, almost restricting her breathing, until she held still. "Good girl," he whispered and kissed the side of her neck. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" 

His soft kisses traveled down her neck and onto her shoulder, sending shivers through her body. He could feel her breathing growing short as he stroked his hand against her pussy. "Yes, you're me good girl." 

Pressing through her dress, he forced the tip of his fingers into her pussy. She gasped and moved up against him. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that she could not keep still with him teasing and tormenting her. And it gave him pleasure to know that he was controlling not only her body, but her misbehavior as well.

Tightening his hand against her neck once more, he bent his lips to her ear. "I said you won't move," he hissed in a sharp breath. He pulled his hands off her, reached his fingers into the back of her head and took a firm grasp of her hair. Hearing her gasp, he pushed her over to the couch, her knees on the cushion, her chest pressed firmly against the back. 

"Master, please..." She breathlessly pleaded. "Master, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

He moved her hands, crossing them over her chest and pressed her weight back into the couch. Without saying a word, he kept one hand pressed to her back, and the other lifted her dress over her waist. He smiled, seeing the soft white lace thong he had expected would be there. It outlined her ass so nicely as he ran his fingers over her soft skin.

He ran his fingers down the outside of her legs, then up the inside of her thighs. Quickly brushing his fingers against her pussy, he moved his hand to part her legs. She whimpered and complied with his silent command. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her insides trembling with what she must know is coming.

He reveled in her anxiety. Smiling to himself, he ran his hand slowly over her skin again, drawing out the anticipation. His hand on her back felt her body tighten every time he pulled his hand away from her, bracing for the impact of his strike. He'd feel her slight flinch as he'd put his fingers back down on her legs or her ass. Yes, he thought. Make her wait.

She was breathing quick, shallow breaths as his hand left warm trails over her skin. It was all she could do to keep from squirming. Her own weight was bearing down on her arms. She wasn't comfortable at all, and expected that how he wanted her. She was afraid to open her eyes, and afraid to speak. Her pulse raced as she felt his hand leave her again.

When he didn't strike down, yet again, she forced herself to relax. She wanted his teasing to end. She wanted it to continue forever. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted... to be helplessly at his mercy.

Feeling her body somewhat relax, he smiled to himself again. Now would be a good time to smack her ass. One of many swats she'd get. The thought of her ass growing red and hot, outlined by the marks of his hand caused a wave of heat to course through his body. He felt his hardness pulse. Looking down at her ass, imagining it as it would soon be, he felt an overwhelming urge to plunge deep into her.

No, not yet. He glanced down at himself, seeing the affects of his desire protruding from his jeans. His eyes fell on her ass once more and he quickly moved his hand forward and drove two fingers deep into her pussy.

She gasped and cried out, her body pushing against the couch. He could feel her struggling to maintain the position he'd placed her in. He pushed his fingers in deeper, making her whimper. Holding the pressure of his fingers still, he watched as her body began to tremble. He could feel her clenching her muscles around his fingers. 

"Stop." It was a simple command. Stop tightening her muscles around him. Stop moving. She was having trouble obeying, but was trying. He knew she would. And he knew he didn't want her to succeed. He wanted to have more reason to punish her; to abuse her sweet little body to his pleasure. 

"You won't move," he repeated. She whimpered. He heard her whisper her all too familiar 'Yes Master' as he was already thinking of various ways to ensure she wouldn't be able to keep still. He smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She was nearly trembling, but she kept her position. 

He rubbed the tip of his finger against her clit and felt her body responding. Before she had a chance to start squirming, he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. She cried out as her body jerked upward with his motion.

"No," he scolded her. "You won't move!" His hand left her back and came sharply down onto her ass. He pushed down on her back again, and drove his fingers hard in and out of her pussy. He could feel her body tightening. Her cries were coming harder as he thrust in and out of her. Again and again, driving her to the edge.

She was begging for release, forcing her body to meet each stroke. Her hands moved to grip the back of the couch. She lowered her face into the cushion and bit down. Ragged, sharp breaths. Pain. Pleasure. It was growing so intense. "Master, please!" She cried out again. It was all she could say. 

Pounding her pussy hard with his fingers, he knew should couldn't take much more before she'd cum all over his hand. He thrust his fingers inside her soaking pussy, and held them there. Leaning forward, so that his breath caressed her ear, he finally spoke. "Does my slave deserve to cum?"

His question surprised her. She choked down a heavy breath and clenched her eyes tightly shut. Her body was shaking, she was twitching and pulsing around his fingers. "Please Master," she whimpered. "Please, I need to cum."

He pushed his fingers into her pussy, deeper. Harder. She whimpered, but made no move to stop him. "Answer me girl," he commanded. "Does my slave deserve to cum?"

"No Master," she cried. "Master, please... Please, I need... " Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip and tried to hide her face in the couch.

"No. No you don't. You may not cum, slave." He began moving his fingers in and out of her again. She began to moan and cry out immediately. She was right there. One more hard thrust... She cried out as her body released. Her juices slowly slipping down his fingers. He held his hand still. 

Her body was shaking as she rocked herself against his hand. She whimpered and cried into the couch. Her eyes were filled with tears. It was so intense she thought she might burst. She felt relief wash over her as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Then, her skin ignited with fire as his hand came down hard on the other side of her ass.

Hearing her yelp and seeing her body flinch against his swat, he brought his hand up and struck down again. Each strike came down at a different angle, a slightly different place. He ignored her whimpers and cries as he inflamed her ass. Hot and red. 

"I told you not to cum, girl," he chastised. "I told you not to move." He brought his hand down again. She was crying out with each strike. He felt her body jerk. She held her position and took his punishment. 

He shoved his hand into her hair, taking a firm hold and pulling her head back. His other hand came down on her ass one more time. This time, he didn't pull it back for another strike. He left it resting on her heated flesh. 

She was breathing hard and whimpering. Her body still shook as he softly ran his fingers over her tender skin. He held her hair tightly and began kicking off his shoes. He used his other hand to shrug out of his pants. 

He leaned over her, supporting his weight on the couch with his free hand. He turned her head so he could look into her eyes. The look she gave him made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss away her tears. But he was determined to finish what he'd started. 

He kissed her lips, and felt her willing reply. She returned his passion, tracing her tongue against his mouth, as if he hadn't just caused her pain. As if he hadn't just punished her for what she knew he'd caused to happen. 

When he finally pulled away and looked into her eyes, he saw her hunger for him returning. A small smile touched her lips as he softly pushed her head back against the couch. He moved behind her, gently running his fingers over her red ass. He heard her gasp as a small shudder ran through her.

He pushed his cock against her wet pussy as he took hold of her hips. He pulled her so that her knees were on the edge of the couch, her beaten ass nicely displayed for him. And as he pulled her back, he thrust his cock into her pussy.

She gasped and moaned into the couch. Her fingers dug into the cushions as she pressed her face against the fabric. He was slowly pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, making her body rise again. His body brushed against her inflamed ass with each stroke, searing her with each touch. The pain mingled into her pleasure, intensifying each sensation. Her senses swirled as she surrendered to them.

He thrust harder and deeper into her pussy, moaning with the pleasure. His body screamed for release. He held back. Not yet. Oh God, not yet. He couldn't take much more without spilling his cum into her. His mind raced. He wanted so badly to cum in her sweet wet pussy. But he wanted something else more.

She moaned again, feeling her body spiraling up to another orgasm. She wanted to cum, and it wouldn't take much for her to release. She was afraid to say anything. Afraid that he'd tell her not to cum, then throw her into another orgasm she couldn't stop. She bit her lip and tried to lose herself in the pleasure. 

"Tell your Master what you want, slave." His familiar words echoed in her mind. It took her a few moments to realize that he was actually talking to her. His voice was strained and hoarse. He was moving with complete control. He was ready to cum.

"Please Master, I want you to cum for me," she pleaded. She rocked her body back against his cock, taking him deeper into her pussy. She felt his hands tighten on her hips. 

"Don't move," he hissed. 

She whimpered and forced her body to go stiff. The pressure from her own desire, the sensations he was arising in her, the feel of his cock moving in and out of her pussy... She wasn't sure she could keep still. Her ass throbbed as if to remind her of what would happen if she didn't. 

She whimpered again, and pressed her face into the couch. She focused on the feel of the fabric, the pressure of her own weight into it. "Oh God, Master. Please!" She couldn't think.

"I thought you wanted to suck my cock," he gasped. He pushed his cock deep into her pussy, and held still. His hands tightened on her hips again, holding her firmly against his pelvis. "Were you lying to me?"

The implications of his question struck her to the core. She shook her head, recalling quickly how desperately she had wanted to feel his cock on her tongue, plunging into her mouth. "No Master," she quickly replied. "I wouldn't lie to you."

"But now you tell me you want me to cum." He was breathless, straining as his hard cock pulsed deep in her pussy. 

She clenched her muscles tightly around his hardness and yelped as his hand came down on her already sore ass in response. "Please Master," she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please Master, I..." What could she say? She wanted to feel him cum inside her pussy. She wanted to cum herself on his cock. She could suck on him in a little while. It wouldn't take long for him to be hard again. She could have all of it. 

If he'd allow her...

His hand came down on the other side of her ass. She cried out and bit her lip. "Please what?" He repeated, a harsh edge returning to his voice. 

"Please Master, what do you wish of me?" She felt helpless. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to tongue fuck him. She couldn't think straight. She didn't know what she wanted.

Her question was answered with another swat to her sore ass. Hearing her yelp, and feeling her jerk against him was more than he could bear. He quickly pulled out of her pussy and spun her around on the couch. 

She cried out in surprise and sat stunned, unsure what to do. He filled his hand with her hair and forced her face towards his aching cock. She immediately opened her mouth and accepted him against her tongue.

He kept his hand in her hair, but let her take a few moments to settle himself in her mouth. She was sucking him, tasting her own juices as she took him deeper. She pulled her lips away from his cock, and licked her tongue around his flesh, cleaning her own wetness off his skin before plunging him back through her lips. Sucking and caressing him with her tongue.

Her hands came up to rest on his thighs, almost pawing her fingers into his skin. He groaned and gripped her hair tighter. She took a deep breath as he began to guide her mouth on his cock. He was pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

Her hands tightened on his thighs as he began to rock his hips back and forth, forcing her to take his cock deeper and deeper. She whimpered and pushed her hands against his thighs. 

As he pulled her head back for another thrust, she tried to take her mouth off him. He forced her mouth back down the length of him. The tip of his head touched the back of her throat and she started to gag. She pushed her hands against his legs and mumbled against his cock.

"Take it," he hissed, thrusting his hips slow and steady. 

She whimpered as his hand tightened in her hair. His other hand also filled with her hair and soon he was pumping her head over his cock with both hands. He moaned, ignoring her whimpers and gags. 

"Yes," he groaned, feeling her mouth spill wetness over his skin with each thrust. "Yes slave. Take it." He thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Each time she gagged, he felt her mouth tighten around him. He wanted more, but wasn't sure she would be able to take it. He wanted to shove his whole cock completely into her mouth, into her throat. Yes, he thought, thrusting past her lips again, she would learn to take all that he wanted to give her.




Striking Pleasure



"I... I'm going... To..." He was breathless. He couldn't hold back anymore. He moaned as his cum spilled into her mouth. He could feel her pushing against his legs. She was gagging and coughing against him as his cum filled her throat.

"Swallow it, slave," he commanded, holding her mouth firmly on his cock. He ignored the sounds she was making, the struggle he felt against him as he held her in place. 

When at last he'd grown soft and the gagging subsided, she trembled and whimpered against him. He loosened his hold of her, and she was free to press her face against his pelvis. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she held onto him.

She had felt panic sweep over her, but now that it was over, she felt very shy and insecure. All she could think of was clinging to her Master, to the man she loved. She nuzzled her face to his hand as he reached to caress her. 

"You really are a good girl," he whispered, stroking her softly. Feeling shaky, he moved around her and sat down on the couch. He gently pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, feeling her tremble against him. 

She nuzzled her face against his neck and clung to him. "My good girl," he said softly, kissing the top of her head. Cuddling her tightly against him, he closed his eyes and relaxed. Her warm breath caressed his skin as she sighed happily, shifting and getting comfortable against him. 

He'd have to finish taking his pleasure from her later. He smiled, thinking about what he'd do to her sweet little body, knowing that even if she struggled against him, she was quite willing to let him use her. Yes, he'd use her... Just as she craved from him. But not now. Now, he would just hold her and drift away.

"Such a good girl," he sighed happily, hugging her to him for a brief moment then letting his exhaustion take over.



String Me Along



Maggie is a 48-year-old professional musician who lives in Florida. She plays a cello for several different musical organizations. Being on the short side, only 5'-2" and a woman besides, she has to be a bit better than the average musician in order to keep her standing and travel with them. She has a very pretty face and was quite voluptuous as she sported a pair of 44DDD breasts, following to a 28-inch waist, which then expanded to a 40-inch hip. A classic hour glass figure, amplified a bit. She has creamy white skin complexion common to redheads. She wears her auburn hair short, for ease of maintenance. In order not to cause too much of a distraction, she often dressed down and a little dowdy with outfits that hung loosely often times giving the impression of being a little bit heavier than she actually was. Disguising her chest so that no one would think she gets anything extra because of those assets. She thoroughly enjoys her work and is happy at being a musician. She was very quiet at work and really didn't associate much with her co-workers after practice or a performance. She is single, and on several occasions thwarted marriage proposals for fear of interfering with her chosen profession. 

The tale begins. 

Recently, she was dating another musician she met at a music symposium. Kenneth, is a 54 year old, 5'-7" musician, a first chair French horn player. While being slight in build, sported a jackhammer for a penis and he knew how to use it, and managed to satisfy her needs. They were seeing each other for about six months when his orchestra left for a European tour, which was to last for about six weeks, with the option of another six week extension, if successful. That was five weeks ago. Frequent steamy e-mails, and some phone calls tried to keep the fires burning, but the flame was almost flickering out. Maggie was looking forward to the tour ending after six weeks. However, Kenneth phoned and said that they were staying for the extension, but that he and the managing director were heading back to the states to recruit additional musicians to replace several that were leaving the group after the first tour. They were heading to New York, Pittsburgh and Chicago. Great news her orchestra was traveling to Chicago and playing in a three-day performance, the last of which Kenneth was scheduled to visit next week. 

The day finally arrived and Maggie was somewhat nervous. How would she look? How would he look? Was there still going to be a spark. He was due in for the final performance, a Sunday night performance. She told Kenneth where she was staying and was hoping that they could spend the day and night together. She waited, but no Kenneth. The performance went on at 7:30 PM, still no Kenneth. They played through until the scheduled 9:05 intermission. As she proceeded off stage, one of the stage crew gave her a note, "Meet me in room 2A, stage left, Kenneth. " Her heart skipped a beat. She quietly made her way to stage left and found 2A, a sound proof practice studio. She knocked, and then entered. There he was smiling as they gripped each other in a giant hugs and kisses. He apologized for not coming earlier but some unfinished business delayed them in Pittsburgh. She was happy to see him and felt that familiar warmth start flowing through her body. Kenneth stepped back and took a look saying "Maggie dear we don't have a lot of time, and I would love for you to do something for me, something special, do you think you could?" Maggie interrupted gasping " Anything... As long as we can spend the night together. " "Most assuredly, my dear... now please remove your dress. " 

Maggie was dumbfounded. Remove her dress? A quickie now? That's not what she wanted, but the thought was intriguing and Kenneth had always been an in charge type when it came to sex, and he always delivered. She wore a standard black; almost floor length dress, with modest black underwear and two-inch heels. Before she could object or question him Kenneth continued " My dearest, it has been so long and I was watching you up there and thought that you were the best looking woman in the building, and the best sounding, I might add. I would appreciate if you presented yourself, say... a little more alluring,... enticing for me? So I devised a plan when I knew that I was going to see you perform. " And with that she noticed him bend over and grab a stylish small leather bag. She was almost frozen in place and forgot about the time. Kenneth opened the bag, quickly put it on a table went over and locked the door and came toward her, turning her around and starting to unzip the back of the dress in one motion. His touch felt good and warm. She willingly stepped out of it as he swooped it up and placed it on a chair. She was left in a full black slip, black bra, and charcoal pantyhose. He then lifted the slip off, being careful with her hair, and then reached down and unhooked her bra, springing the lovely 44DDDs loose. He spun her around and bent down, to greet the stiffening nips. This felt great she thought, he then pulled her pantyhose down over her full rear end and gently pushed her into a chair. With her naked ass touching the coolness of the chair she shuddered. Kenneth began to mutter about her beauty and his hands were all over her. He pulled off the shoes and the lower part of her pantyhose, placing them on the floor. He then bowed down to her pussy, spreading her legs and lapping at the lush hairy red bush. 

Maggie was loosing control. She was ready to grab his head and push him deeper when he withdrew and stood and went to the bag. "Maggie dearest, I have a special treat for you so that you will be ready for some lavish loving later tonight. " Kenneth announced, and with that pulled out a chain of five small shiny balls connected with a string. " This device will wake up that luscious pussy. After all it has been sleeping for the past five weeks, right my dearest?" All she could do was nod. He approached her with the device and some K-Y jelly, and before she knew what was happening, he stood her up, bent her over, spread her legs and carefully slipped them in, one at a time. He announced that they were ben-wah balls, and often used in the Far East for sexual stimulation. She doubted that he needed the K-Y, because she was juicy enough, but he knew what he was doing. With that he slapped her ass, rather hard and went back to the bag. "Maggie, we don't have a lot of time left, here put these on. " He threw her a package of black lacy thigh highs. She listened and did as instructed. Then he pulled another bra out of the bag and tossed it to her. It was black, but was quite different from the normal supportive, conservative device that she usually wore. "Hurry, just put it on, no arguments please, we are running out of time" She pulled it around, snapped it and had to place each of her large tits into each cup. It was a push up bra with a rather firm underside and large openings in front fully exposing her areolas, nipples and some of the skin around them. "Kenneth, surely your joking?" Maggie blurted. "Now, Now my dear, just do as I say, you will love it. " Kenneth responded as he picked up her pantyhose, bra and slip, placing them in the leather bag. " My slip, I need it Kenneth, and didn't you bring any panties?" Maggie inquired. "No panties, that would ruin the effect of the ben-wahs dearest, and the slip would disguise the effect of the bra. You look fantastic, and to think your sexual pot is brewing on stage in front of all of those eyes, quite a turn on, yes?" Kenneth assured her as he picked up the dress to help her on with it. "Hurry, hurry my dear, you have to get going" said Kenneth. He was right, 15 of the 20-minute break was over. 

Dammit, she felt like a slut. After she smoothed out her dress and asked how she looked, she accepted the compliments lavished upon her by her lover. She quickly left to re-join the group. She felt naked. She felt exposed. She felt like she had a twitching finger up her pussy with every step she took. She was really worried about her tits. They were riding higher; the sheer dress material was rubbing against the nipples causing them to be excited and particularly sensitive. A thin piece of material separated her erect nipples from poking someone's eyes out. The dress material was sheer. That's why she always wore a heavy bra and a slip. Was it too sheer? Shit how could she let him do that to her. Now that damnable string hanging out of her pussy felt like a giant piece of rope. But, her pussy was getting more excited. Seems like every time her torso moved so did the balls. No panties to hold them in. She had to spread her legs to place the cello in between them to play. What if they started coming out. Between the K-Y and her own stirrings she felt sopping wet. If she sat on her dress, surely there would be a giant wet spot. She decided to lift the bottom of her dress and fluff it around her placing her naked rear end and pussy on the actual seat to avoid calling attention to a potential wet spot afterwards. 

Shit, shit, shit, she was a modern woman, an independent person. She often considered herself a feminist, until it came to sex. She could usually be talked into doing something at least once. She had had multiple partners, same sex partners, been prodded and probed in every position and port of entry at least once. But all of that was behind closed doors, and some many years ago. Now this could affect her true passion, her music. How could she let this happen? No time to think, almost everyone was seated and tuning. She gingerly situated herself in her seat. And of course she was in the front row, luckily, over to the left. Some of her fellow musicians did a double take at her. She looked different to them. Some thought that she changed dresses during the intermission. But for the most part they were concentrating on the performance. 

As Kenneth settled into his seat, he was thrilled with her looks. If you knew what you were looking for it was clearly there. He could see a definite underlying flesh tone to her chest. The alabaster toned skin shone through the black dress under the stage lights. He had a pair of opera glasses and zoomed in and saw the proud darker nipples clearly. He was overjoyed, knowing that she was horny and being excited as the concert went on. He also noticed that she figured out to place her naked rear on the chair to avoid any wet spot, her dress flowed around her chair. Kenneth's dick was now solid wood. He leaned over to the seat on the right and whispered into the ear of the next occupant, " Your plan is in effect... she went along with everything... I hope I did well?" "Certainly, hand me those glasses, I want to see for myself" was the response. 

"I hope these damnable balls don't fall out" was all she could think as the conductor raised his arms. She quickly forgot about her situation. She played with a renewed vigor and passion. As her body shifted while playing, the ben-wah's pushed her into a new mind set. She played with a gusto that her fellow musicians appreciated. As the last 45 minutes flew by, the applause was thunderous. Before she realized it, the performance was over. The entire orchestra stood for the customary ovation. Maggie did not stand straight up so as not to let her dress shift back to her ass, because then when she sat down she would sit in the puddle that was now there. She gently eased herself back into it before anyone else and got some stares. She kept a small cloth with a rosin bag next to her chair for her cello. She discreetly stood spun and picked up her cloth covering the wet spot and dropping her rosin on the chair. Mission accomplished. Maggie felt hot. She was sweating and her pussy was once again slippery with excitement. Now some of her fellow musicians came over a congratulated her on her performance. Some were noticing her ample breast display, having never noticed much before, she was definitely getting some lustful glances. She kept moving, grabbing her things and placing her cello close to her front. Within 5 minutes she checked her instrument and smiled her way through any lingerers. She wanted to get out quick. No time for delays here. Look for Kenneth. For a change she had to refuse several offers for a nightcap before turning in. No one usually associated with her on the road. 

As she got her coat and looked around, there was Kenneth. He had a broad smile the little black bag and a dozen roses for her. He gave her a discreet kiss as they scurried off to stage left. Kenneth steered her to room 2A again, and quickly entered with her. As the door closed, Kenneth grabbed and kissed her heavily. With much passion, he reached around and unzipped the dress and started to caress her back with his hands moving to her rear end. He slid his hand down to feel for the ben-wahs, and was happy to find them still in place. After about a minute of this, they broke. "My dear we have to remove your dress now! I am sure that you are ready for some action, but trust me we will leave quickly and go to my suite. I want to heighten your already potent sexual drive further, no arguments, off with it, trust me. " Kenneth directed. Maggie complied. As she stepped out of the dress she wondered what was next. Kenneth grabbed the dress and folded it into the bag. There she stood in a demi-bra, thigh highs and modest 2 inch heels. Kenneth wanted to take her now, here. But, keeping with the plan, he held her coat, a long black winter coat, and motioned her into it. "This coat will protect the goods and keep you warm from the cold Chicago winds, my dear, as I take you to my castle, m'lady. " Joked Kenneth. Again Maggie complied. After all she had to admit that she was turned on by the events. She buttoned it as high as she could. "Let's Go lover" she announced. Kenneth smiled and opened the door; they quickly proceeded out of the rear stage area through the seating section to the front, so they could get a cab. No one recognized her as a musician. They left without anyone else noticing or talking to her. 

As they got into the cab, she sighed in relief. Now she could enjoy this escapade. Kenneth was staying across the loop in another hotel. No one she knew should see them now. She could return early in the morning and leave with the rest of the group. They didn't have to assemble until noon. There was plenty of time to take care of her sexual frustration. 

As the cab pulled away, Kenneth began kissing her again. She returned it now with equal passion. He then unbuttoned three of the buttons in the middle of the coat and started to massage her large, needy tits, concentrating on her nipples. She moaned with pleasure. Her nipples responded with a hardness of concrete. The ben-wah's were rolling around adding to her pleasure. The cab driver was watching in his mirror. He slowed down. She enjoyed it. She would probably never see him again. She didn't care. Kenneth was surprised by her reaction. He unbuttoned the rest of the coat and pulled it open. His lips nursed at the firm nipple tips while his fingers played at the outer lips of her pussy. They stopped at a light. People in the car next to them were staring. Maggie didn't care. It felt good. This continued for another ten minutes during their slow journey. She liked it when a man was busy worshipping at her altar. She let him lead but was quite pleased that she was getting all of the attention. She didn't want to stroke him, and possibly set him off; there was plenty of time for that later. 

There was a lot of traffic around the hotel, when Kenneth realized they were a block away, he paid the driver and they got out to walk the last block. As she got out of the car and stood up, while buttoning her coat, Maggie discovered that she had to pee. She didn't get a chance during the break and was too hurried when they left to go. She couldn't stand up straight. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to his room. She noticed an alley, grabbed him and pulled him towards it. Kenneth was now mildly surprised. "I have to pee NOW. I am going right here, right now. " Maggie blurted out. She went about 20 feet into the alley, and right in the middle, near the storm drain, she unbuttoned her coat and spread her legs, pulled her pussy lips apart and let go. A thick stream of steamy liquid shot out, about four feet, right into the drain. All Kenneth could do was snicker. He was getting more turned on. Hell, he'd never seen her act this way, and he liked her more take charge attitude. The stream poured out for more than a minute. She brought her legs together, button up and tidied up the front of her coat. The ben-wah's didn't obstruct it at all. Now Maggie was feeling good. Real Good. Real Sexy. Real Horny. 

She turned around grabbed Kenneth by the arm and proceeded toward the door. Not caring who saw her now. Now she persuaded Kenneth to stop in at the hotel bar for a drink. It was a beehive of activity and crowded. She insisted at sitting at the bar on a stool. She shamelessly made her coat open at the bottom, flashing the white flesh above the thigh highs several times, to both men and women. Then she unbuttoned the top two buttons, which showed the top part of her breasts, being pushed up by the unique bra. Hell she was from Florida and would never see anyone here again. She felt 20 years younger. In the crowded elevator on the way up to the suite, she stood in the corner and started to feel up Kenneth from the rear. He could do nothing about it. She liked being a little more aggressive for a change. 

As they entered the suite she noticed that there were three inner doors to the room. Kenneth explained that he was traveling with the managing director and not to worry about making any noise, the director stayed back to discuss offers with the musicians they liked. Kenneth directed her to the door on the left. It was magnificent. A king-size bed, already turned down, large couch, desk and so forth. Plenty of room. There was an adjoining door to the large bathroom, shared with the other bedroom. 

Maggie discarded the coat turned and began to undress Kenneth. Now he took charge and pushed her to the bed, pushed her down and straddled her, reaching down and aggressively twisted her nipples. Maggie yelped, but didn't resist. "My dearest, I know how you like to be a little kinky sometimes, so allow me to play a game with you" he whispered into her ear. He grabbed her left hand and took it towards the headboard, where there was a fur lined handcuff waiting. Before she could protest he did likewise with the right. Then he moved off the bed and stood up. In and instant he hooked her legs into similar waiting restraints. Maggie didn't panic as she had done this before with him, and at times enjoyed it. But a good part of her needed a total fucking. She wanted a stiff dick in her. NOW. 

Kenneth now stood aside her and stripped down to his briefs. "Come on now love, unsheathe that thing and stick it in me. " Purred Maggie anxiously. "Not quite yet dearest, I have to wait," Kenneth said flatly. "What do you mean wait, I waited almost six weeks for that prick, do it, do it now or I am going to be mad, mad as hell!" Maggie said in a raised voice. "Dearest, you can't be pissed, you just did it, outside in front of god knows who... you were a bad girl and so you now will be treated as one. " Kenneth said with a cheery lilt to his voice. This was unbelievable thought Maggie. What was this idiot doing? How many other guys wouldn't take her right now? No one, she surmised. She may not be young but what she had was good. 

There was some noise in the adjoining room. Must be the director she thought. Kenneth turned as the door opened. He didn't see the panic in Maggie's eyes now. In walked a 20ish, nearly six foot, raven-haired beauty of a woman. Dressed in a stylish knee length black cocktail dress, with matching black hose and stiletto heels. "My oh my, what do we have here? Am I interrupting anything Kenny?" She announced. "No ma'am I waited just like you said" Kenneth replied. Maggie was now in an absolute tizzy. Who the fuck was this, she called him Kenny? And dammit I am nearly naked tied up and spread eagle and in no position to do anything, not even cover up. 




String Me Along



The woman walked over to the bed stating " I am Julia, the managing director who is traveling with Ken. Before you say anything, just listen to me. If you don't and you interrupt I will have Kenny tape your mouth shut, do you understand?" Maggie nodded as Julia continued. " I have found Kenny's dick, while on this trip. I am a recent graduate of Brown and my father bank rolls most the symphony, so it was easy to get this job, and I am quite secure, as well as good at what I do. Little old lover boy here has one of the best cocks in the world. And he is willing to do anything that I tell him, after all where can he get a piece like me. I hold his destiny in my hands so to speak, he is quite cooperative. Two weeks ago I saw some of the e-mails that you sent, and am quite surprised that such a proper, older woman like yourself would say things like that let alone be able to do any of it. I am surprised that your pussy even works yet. Tsk, Tsk, don't say anything. Seems he told me that you like a little kink. Well you aren't alone there. I like a little kink. And so does dear Kenny. I decided to check you out, to see if you are as good as you claim. Maybe compare myself to you, but most of all I want to personally inform you that Kenny no longer needs you. He will be busy from now on, doing what I want him to do. " Julia then walked slowly around the bed, coldly staring at each new angle of Maggie's body that was revealed. She continued. " You play music quite well Miss Maggie, and you certainly have an astounding pair of breasts. I was amused at your near nakedness on stage. Oh, yes, that was my idea. I see that you still have the ben-wahs in, my oh my, aren't you a horny bitch. I thought that you would have pulled them out by now. I wouldn't be surprised that after tonight you will be a very popular person with some of your fellow musicians. They,... we, saw you in an entirely new light so to speak. " Maggie didn't like the way this was going. She wanted out, but first if she could get loose she would shut this bitch up, maybe break her in half. But she was just along for the ride now. She decided to show her up as much as she could. She tried a defiant smile, and seductively looked back at her. 

"Oh, do I detect some enjoyment, or perhaps some defiance. Oh, you are something else aren't you dear. Ken get over here and attend to me, I want you to slowly take my clothes off so I can show this slut what a real woman looks like" Julia directed. Ken walked over and slowly unzipped her dress. Julia slid it off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. She had pantyhose and a wonderbra on. She didn't have much on top. Standing there like that, with some white gold jewelry accenting her neck and arms, she did look attractive. He picked up the dress and folded it over a chair. Then he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and slipped it off. He sucked and kissed each nipple. She had about a 32C chest. Her nipples were very small with almost no areola. She slapped his head, indicating enough and then went over to the sofa and spread her legs wide, so that Maggie could easily see, as Ken got on his knees and sucked at her pussy through the pantyhose. She smiled and continued to stare at Maggie. She muttered something to Kenneth and he pulled and ripped open the crotch part of the pantyhose. She was shaved smooth. Kenneth had obviously done this before. He lapped at her crotch for another minute. She slapped his head and he released. Obviously, he was trained well thought Maggie. What the hell happened to him? He was always a take charge guy for me, but I guess this younger pussy brought the real pussy out in him. Julia stood up and slipped out of her heels, walked over and stood up on the bed. She placed her feet on either side of Maggie's hips. 

Glaring down at Maggie she said. "You are acting very well Maggie, I am beginning to take a liking to you. I didn't know what to expect. Now I honestly wish that I had your chest. Those are magnificent teats girl. I don't see any fear in your eyes. Not like little Kenny there. I wanted you to look and admire my pussy, but hell I am amazed at your chest. I don't want to hurt you at all I just want you to get a good look at some fine younger snatch. " However, there was something that was beginning to dampen Julia's spirit. Compared to Maggie, she looked like a little girl. She didn't have the slightest hint of an hour glass shape. She was more or less flat from neck to knees. Now she felt that maybe it wasn't a good idea to get naked and compare herself with Maggie. She felt uneasy but didn't want to show it. So with that she jumped off the bed, leaned over and lightly kissed Maggies left breast. Then she directed Kenny to pull the ben-wahs out of Maggie's pussy. Kenny complied while Julia continued to lick at Maggie's nips. She did it light enough to excite them and long and deep enough to leave some of her red lipstick prints on each. Maggie was starting to get turned on again, in spite of the circumstances. But all too quickly Kenneth pulled the last of the balls out and Julia stopped her titillation. She returned to the sofa and muttered something to Ken. He got up and went to the bathroom returning with scissors and some toiletries. 

Maggie smiled and fought showing any fear. Kenneth proceeded to cut the rest of her demi-bra off with the scissors. It actually felt better. Julia seemed to gasp once the large breasts were fully exposed. She whistled lightly, showing approval, and again feeling a little more than inadequate. But her curiousitygot the better of her and she got up from the couch and went over and picked each breast in her hands and kneaded them like raw bread dough. Meanwhile, Kenny took the scissors and proceeded to trim off the red pussy hair that Maggie had proudly grown over the last few years. Being shaved was nothing new to her, years ago, she just didn't care for the initial itchiness and the need to maintain it so she let it grow out. Not wanting to bow to the younger bitch she decided to sit back and enjoy it. Kenny obviously was practiced at this because within five minutes she was sporting a clean muff. As he applied baby oil to the freshly shaved area a slight moan escaped her lips. With that being done Julia beckoned Kenny over to near at Maggies tits. Julia pulled his dick out of the opening of his briefs and began stroking his unit. It didn't take long and he was ready to cum. He had been quite excited the entire evening. Julia sensing this pointed it at the large orbs as he let loose. He shot about two ounces of thick white gooey cum all over Maggie's tits and the bed. Julia then directed Kenny to rub it in on her chest. He complied. 

Julia walked down to the bottom of the bed and stared at Maggie's now clean and smooth pussy. "I heard you moaning when little man here was cutting away. He does a good job, and believe me yours looks a lot better now that the bush is gone. Earth to Maggie, men like a clean pussy now, not like in the cave man days when you were young. In fact it looks good enough for me to eat, too bad that I am not really into women. " Purred Julia, she continued, "I really don't see you as much of a threat to me, and quite frankly I am bored by this whole affair. I thought that you would put up a fight and resist, and that you would be uglier, fatter but your not. In fact you look like you are enjoying all of this. I think that I am going out to find some strange cock. Kenny you can have your way with her for the rest of the night, because it will be your last with her, so enjoy it, both of you. " Actually Julia felt that Maggie was too good at this game. So Julia got up, gathered her clothes and went back to her room. 

Maggie sensing a possible victory, started to convince Kenneth to come and let her go so they could have sex. After a couple of minutes of indecision, he came over and undid the restraints. Maggie then kissed him deeply and lay him back on the bed. She began to kiss his chest, and stroke his cock through his still worn briefs. He was putty in her hands. She then talked him into being cuffed. After all turn about was fair play. After he was cuffed she went over and got the scissors and cut his briefs freeing his beautiful member. The bitch had shaved him also, he sure didn't look like that six weeks ago. Maggie then felt a true dislike towards both Kenneth and Julia. She just looked at him, shook her head and turned away thinking that if he went that far off the deep end for her, he wasn't worth much. 

Maggie was now feeling better but was totally incensed about this entire affair. Obviously, Julia had complete control over her once prized lover. Julia ruined the situation completely and left thinking that Maggie was another of her little servants, at her beckoning will. Maggie had other thoughts. She heard some movement in the adjoining bathroom, but the door was closed. So she went to the connecting hallway and entered Julia's room. Now the door to the bathroom was open in that room. She snuck in to assess the situation. While doing so she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. Here she was a middle aged horny woman dressed only in black thigh highs, sneaking around like playing hide and seek. It was almost humorous. There she was reapplying make-up to her eyes. Julia was dressed again in the sharp black outfit, a few minutes from going back out. Maggie quickly surmised that if she wanted to talk to this younger, taller and probably stronger woman a lesson, it would have to be on her terms and by surprise. She had a straight in shot right now, so she let loose and charged into the bathroom hitting Julia in her ass with a shoulder, sort of like a blocking NFL lineman. Total shock and surprise, on both accounts. 

Julia flew forward hit her head on the mirror then fell backwards. As soon as she hit the floor Maggie jumped on her stomach and straddled her. She then sat down hard on her stomach, making it hard for Julia to breathe. Momentarily, Julia realizing she was under attack started flailing with her arms and legs, but had little effect. Maggie slapped her face three times, telling her to stop and listen. Julia sensing at least a temporary defeat complied. "Now who is in charge around here queenie? Do you think that you can do whatever you want and get away with it? " Yelled Maggie. Julia tried to say something. "Shut up, remember, listen but don't talk. Well I have news for you, I didn't like what you did to me, or for that fact what you are doing to Kenneth. Your money can't buy you out of everything. Now, I am going to let you up, just keep away from me... forever, you can keep Kenneth, I want nothing to do with either of you. " and with that Maggie stood up, turned and started to walk away. 

Julia was now boiling mad. She kicked off her shoes and rolled over to get up, leaning on the counter in the bathroom. As she looked in the mirror she noticed a welt starting on her forehead and started to scream obscenities at Maggie. Then without thinking she charged out after Maggie who heard her coming and met her head on. Julia was still somewhat dazed and not at full strength. Maggie charged, shoulder down again and tackled the taller thin woman. Again knocking the air out of her. Maggie sprung up and grabbed the dark headed beauty by her hair and began to drag her back into the bathroom. Julia was screaming and not resisting trying to ease the grip on her hair by following the lead. Maggie saw the large shower stall and pulled her into it. She then let go of the hair and stepped back, some of it was stuck to her hands. Julia was in the fetal position on the floor of the shower grabbing at her skull, soothing her sore hair roots. Maggie then turned the shower on, cold water. It amplified the sobbing of the now defeated younger woman, as well as ruining the attractive outfit. 

Maggie was still mad. It wouldn't have gone this far had not the younger bitch just left well enough alone. But no she had to continue and try to establish herself as the master. As Maggie walked out into Julia's bedroom she noticed her luggage open on the bed. Maggie stood up on the bed, spread her legs and let loose with a golden stream of piss, into her luggage and all of her outfits. "That ought to finish her but good. " Muttered Maggie. It didn't last very long, but was enough to moisten her remaining outfits. Then she walked back into Kenneth's room. He was wide-eyed and almost shaking in fear. He was unsure as to what was going to happen to him. Maggie neither said a word, nor even look directly to him. 

Maggie went over to the black bag and checked to make sure that her items abandoned at the concert hall were still in it. Then she found and slipped her dress back on, without the bra or slip found her shoes and went to the door. Looked around the room, a final time and headed out the door. Perhaps some of her fellow musicians were in the bar at the hotel they were staying at. She just might get to know some of them better. She was feeling pretty good. And looking even better. Thank goodness for her short hair. She really needed a long stiff one... a cock that is.



String Me Up



CJ was like hundreds of other young black men in the cities across the country. He went to school, got decent grades, played on the high school sports teams, and had a pretty girlfriend, and thought about sex ever 4 seconds. Where CJ differed from the norm, was in what he was thinking about.

CJ was introduced to sex very early by a babysitter with emotional problems. From then on, he was always trying to push the limits, and get a bigger rush. Some guys tried having sex more often, or with more girls. But that wasn't for CJ. He knew that if he did it all the time with so many girls, it would lose it meaning. He already knew guys who forgot about sexual conquests, and that held no interest for him. What did hold his interest, was Nydia.

Nydia was a firecracker. A petite Spanish girl, she had no end to her enthusiasm, or willingness to experiment. CJ actually became interested in her when he heard rumors that she had made out with her own mother at a party once. CJ thought that any girl who might have done that, might just be the kind of girl to do whatever he wanted. Although he never found out if the rumor was true, she did do all the things he hoped she would.

His new fantasy was Asphyxia. He had tried s little on his own, while playing with him self. Chocking himself, wrapping a cord around his throat... He tied to have Nydia choke him, but her delicate petite hands didn't have the strength for his athletic neck. Instead he would have her sit on his face, and try to smother him. She didn't mind, as he could always get her off that way, but he was never fully satisfied. He knew he would have to push the limits again...

Nydia came over in the afternoon. CJ's parents were at work, and left them alone, as so many parents today do. Nydia and CJ went up to his bedroom. They started kissing, and rubbing, and soon both stripped almost naked.

"Ny baby... I have something I want you to do for me... "

"C... what kinky shit are you going to pull this time?" That's when CJ pulled a thick rope out from behind the bed. "Ooo.. You wanna tie me up again baby?" she said as she flopped back onto the bed, hands over her head, ready to be tied up.

"Not quite..." he said as he flipped, and twisted a length of rope.

"Um... ok.. so.. what are you doing?" That's when she realized what he had done. In the end of the rope, he tied a noose. "Oh what the fuck is that shit?!?!"

"What does it look like?"

"Oh no fucking way you are using that on me!" Nydia sounded panicked. She was up for almost anything... but ALMOST.

"Na baby... It's for me."

"What?!"

"I want you to hang me, and get me off before I pass out"...

CJ spent the next 15 min explaining what he wanted. He wanted his hands bound, and to be strung up on a stool. He had a conspicuously heavy duty hook in the ceiling for a "hanging plant" that would work well. She would stroke, suck, and fuck him, until until it was time to "swing". Then he would hang, strangle as she continued to suck, fuck, or what ever she wanted, until he passed out, or got off. He tied off the rope with a knot that would give way if she tugged the end of it, so she could get him down in a hurry if she needed to.

"A black man with a noose under his bed... Do I even need to tell you how fucked up that is baby?"

"I know... But... You know... It's what I want."

"And you know that if something goes wrong and you die, I'm getting dressed, and getting the the fuck out of here. I'm not calling 911 or anything."

"Well... I guess if I'm dead, it won't matter... But that's not what I'm trying to do. Follow the instructions, and we'll be fine. OK?"

"I guess... "

"Good. Now take off the last of your clothes. I want to get a good look at you..." Stripping bare, she posed in front of him as he set the noose, and positioned the stepstool. Stepping up, he put the rope around his throat, and tightened it. "Tie my hands up, behind my back."

"What do you want that for?"

"I don't want to be able to change my mind..." CJ said seriously. He had thought this out, and was determined to take it all the way. Once tied, Nydia asked, 

"OK.. What now?"

"Now... you do what ever you want to turn me, and you on! But you don't cut me down until I bust a nut, or I stop twitching."

Nydia pranced around CJ up on his stool. He thought she was the hottest thing on the planet. Large, jiggly breasts, a full round ass, and thick but smooth thighs. Her figure was best described as a deep hourglass. She played with her large tits, licking her own nipples. She watched with pleasure as his large cock started to twitch to life.

Laying back on the bed, she spread her legs to him, and started playing with her shaved, wet cunt. Spreading her pink lips open, she gave him a deep view. All the kink in the air made her want to be a whore for him. With a few fingers in her, his cock came to full mast quickly. She then strut over to him, and started stroking his hard cock with her hands. After a few min, and several kisses on his body, she knelt down, and took it in her mouth. She worked it over slowly at first. She loved teasing him this way, and now there was nothing he could do about it. Deeper into her mouth his throbbing spear penetrated. When she reached the back of her throat, she held him there... He knew she could deep-throat him. She had done it before. But she didn't usually like to. Today, she did. Pushing again, he felt this hard cock slip deeper in.

She took it all in, until his balls were in her face. She didn't hold on to any dignity here. She stretched her tongue forward, and licked his balls, while still gagging herself on his shaft. A few more long deep strokes, and CJ was squirming. He was getting a lot closer to cumming than he planned. This might be over too quickly. But suddenly, Nydia stopped. Stepping up on the stool with him, she tugged on the rope ad whispered to his ear...

"You want to fuck me like his?" His rapid nodding was clearly a big YES. So she propped up a chair in front of him, and climbed up. Carefully bending over, so she wouldn't fall, She shook her bare ass at him. Only inches away from him, but he couldn't move any closer to get into her. He watched intently as she reached between her legs, and slid her fingers back inside her. After a few moments, she took her other hand and reached around her ass. Wetting her fingers with her sloppy cunt, she circled her tightly puckered asshole. now wet with her juices, she pressed into her ass with one pointed finger. The soft sounds of wet flesh, and the heavy breathing of uninhibited teen lust was all that could be heard. Slowly, she worked that finger all the way inside he ass, and proceeded to wiggle it around, and moan.

The rope, still tight around his neck was too short to make any move. He couldn't even thrust if he wanted. So when she finally slid back onto him, he could do nothing. Deep into that sloppy wet cunt again. He had been into every hole in her body at one point, but non had ever felt as good as this had. She squirmed, and writhed on his cock like a stabbed animal. She was quickly, but carefully shaking up and down on his tool. She didn't want him going over until it was time. The perverse sexuality of this act, the taboo, the viewing of her, and him completely naked, and knowing he was watching her every move... She was much more excited than she expected. He was getting close. Beads of sweat has appeared all over both of them, and their breathing was fast, and ragged. She was so close, and knew he was too.

With his cock in her pussy, and a finger up her ass, she asked if it was almost time... He managed to whisper "Yes" through his already tight throat. 

"How do you want to go baby?"

"I dunno, I'll just step off I guess..."

"No, I got a better idea baby...." CJ liked the sound of that. She wasn't just helping him with his strangulation fantasy, she was actively participating.

"What are you going to do?"

"You just tell me when it's time... And I'll do you right."

They continued to fuck, as she played with her ass with one hand, and her breasts with the other. It didn't take long for him to say he was ready...

"I'm almost there... hang me. Do it quick..." But instead of pulling the stool out from under him, she slid completely off his cock. She stayed bent over, but just out of his reach again. "What the fuck! Do it!" CJ barked. His ultimate orgasm was suddenly in jeopardy. She grabbed his cock tugged him forward and said,

"First, you are going up my asshole..." With one fierce thrust backwards, she impaled her pretty brown ass on his long dark cock, and knocked him off the stool.

The noose cinched up, and his feet dangled. CJ could still force a breath, because of his thigh muscular neck, but it wasn't enough, and he didn't know how long he'd have the strength to do it. But he wasn't really thinking about that. His entire universe was wrapped around his cock. Nydia was now streaming obscenities as she practically ass-raped herself on him. She reached back, to pull him in. Without the stool, she started swinging back and forth, and not pounding her like she wanted.

"Fuck my ass as you strangle you kinky shit. If you die, I want you to die inside of me. You better fucking cum quick bitch, because I'm not stopping till you do..." 

CJ's neck was aching, as were his lungs. His head was swimming. Between the tight ass on his shaft, and the rope around his throat, he was in heaven. He just hoped he could get off before everything went out. He could feel it deep in his balls, the swelling started.. he was so close now... Then he heard the phrase that pushed him over the edge. Over the ringing in his ears, he heard her say, 

"When you cum, I'm putting you in my mouth... You get to do me ass-to-mouth, just like a whore..." As the words entered his mind, he felt the orgasm hit him.

"Cummm" was all he could mutter, but Nydia spun around instantly, and as promised, took his black cock from her ass, and shoved it right down her throat. CJ felt the first spasm of his ejaculation from his shoulders to his knees. His feet kicked in the air, his arms strained against his bonds, and his cock fired a massive shot of jizz into his eager whore, Nydia. She gagged, and coughed, but wouldn't take his cock out of her. She furiously slammed her face recklessly into his pelvis as he launched his second shot. A broader wave washed over CJ, but it wasn't as sharp. Nadia wretched on it, but kept sucking. The third and fourth spasms were softer, and felt less like his shock, and more like a wave washing over him. But as his orgasm faded, and the adrenaline gave out... so did his consciousness.

**********

CJ woke with a start. He was confused. Didn't know what was happening. Gasping for air, it all started coming back. Undressing, the noose, Nydia, and that mythic orgasm. He realized he was laying down. Sitting up, he realized he was on the floor.

"You're back!" He head Nydia's familiar voice. "You scared the shit out of me. I kept sucking, and when you were done... I thought you were gone!"

They talked for a little while, as CJ recovered. She untied him, as he tried to explain the rush to her. He tried to remember the stories he read, and they way they described it, but he couldn't find the words. Finally he gave up, and said, 

"I guess it's the kind of thing you need to experience to understand."

"But... You liked it? It was THAT good?"

"Fuck yeah. 100%."

"Well..." she said as he sat up, and looked at her... "Maybe I should..." she said, as she slipped the noose around her own neck. Wearing nothing but the knotted rope, she smiled a devilish smile....



String of Beads



Chapter One

I write short stories for a living. It's a modest living and it's not likely I'll ever be anything even approaching famous but it's fun, profitable, I can work wherever I am and I can set my own schedule. How much better can it get than that? Well it certainly could be more profitable. My life style does not provide for high end cars, long exotic vacations or expensive toys but I have healthy savings and checking accounts and investments that I hope will provide for me by the time I'm fifty five. 

Now for the part that might have you looking down your nose at me. I write romance and that's not so bad right? I also write porn both soft and hard, each under a different name. Most of all I write what pleases me and I can have fun with. I can't begin to guess how many times I've scrapped a half written story just because it wasn't fun to write. If I have to labor over it I pitch it. Believe it or not I do invest emotion and thought in all of my stories no matter the category. I have to care about the characters or it's hopeless.

I am under contract to Ardemus Grant Publishing and they like what I do. Jerry Grant is the owner and as you might have guessed Ardemus was his daddy. His wife Leanne is quite the woman and his former secretary and it was when she was his secretary that I first met her and fell in love again and again. I could watch her move around all day and not tire of it. She floats she doesn't walk. She sings she doesn't talk and she's as tough as they come when she has to be. 

I write anywhere from six to twenty short or not so short stories a year and maybe a full novel every two or three years. Oh yes and I'm divorced as of six months ago. I was caught with this oh so fine looking dumber than shit woman and that was all she wrote. Bad move on my part and an expensive one. Unfortunately I started to believe the crap I was writing. The writing was suffering and so was I so I guess it all works out for the best in the long run.

Rex, Jerry's editor/vice president/adviser is a great guy and I've gotten drunk with him more than once. On his tab of course. That keeps me in and out. In the black and out of trouble. Back to Rex, he's also recently divorced but it's because he caught his wife banging a couple of other guys. I guess the national divorce statistics don't lie. I'm presently between novels and knee deep in three romance stories. I need to get a porn story started one of these days but it has to feel right. My favorite thing to write is novel length romance with a decidedly adult slant. Read that as a little porn thrown in. That's what I have the most fun with.

When I was married one of my favorite things to do when I could afford it was to rent a houseboat and spend a week on the water, cruising staying naked and writing. What a way to live. Trying to do that solo just doesn't work believe me. Those damn rental house boats range from sixty to eighty five feet long and up to sixteen feet wide. Man could I write on those boats. I could have three or four stories going at the same time and during that period I did some of my best writing. Maybe I should get married just so I can have a partner on the houseboats and a little pussy too. Nah, I can't afford another divorce never mind. Also those boats run from two thousand a week to over four thousand a week. I had to be damn sure I was ready to be serious about writing before I rented one of those things.

The reason I'm writing this rambling and slow moving preamble is to set the stage for one of the luckiest one time breaks of my not so short life. This will be a somewhat short story, more or less true, and for soon to be obvious reasons the names have been changed to protect my contract. I just wish I could have kept that lucky break as a permanent life style. Who am I kidding, that life style would have probably killed me in time. 

Once I've finished a story, long or short I mail it off to Rex and wait for a check. If he doesn't like it I hear from him within days so if there's no call I'm usually good. Sometimes he calls and we go out for a drink and he hands me a check, sometimes it's even dinner but mostly it's a check in the mail. Right now he's one behind so it better be dinner the next time. 

Okay so on with my tale. I've finished a story and mailed it in and am waiting for a check as usual. It was a fairly long and I thought quite a good story of romance with just a touch of intrigue. I had every reason to hope for a rather long check in return but it was almost a month without hearing anything. When I finally did hear it was not from Rex but from Jerry Grant with an invitation for dinner. I was either getting a new or better contract, they wanted me to write more or my contract was not being renewed. No pressure there. When I called his office I told Molly his ugly secretary (Leanne is also smart) that I was available for dinner next week with Jerry per the invitation. When I tried to sweet talk her ugliness to learn a little of what to expect, I was brushed off like so much lint. It's hard to be creative with that kind of pressure over me so I went to plan B. I got drunk with Rex on his tab. When he suggested I buy for a change I reminded him I couldn't because he was one check behind. Timing is everything.

When the evening came for dinner with Jerry I dressed in my best duds, shined my shoes and even got a haircut. I've known Jerry for years but let's face it he's a busy man and to have an invitation to dinner with him these days is something special. Plus it's free. I was at Armand's On The Water at the proper time and was escorted to his table and I was more than pleased to see his lovely wife Leanne with him. When I got to the table Jerry rose, shook my hand and Leanne said, "Hi Otto" with a heart melting smile. That was a joke between her and me that went way back and had something to do with all my pen names. My real name is Lonnie by the way. 

Anyway I smiled and shook her hand saying, "Hi Leanne you look more beautiful every day and I hope I have the honor of seeing you for many years to come." 

"Ever the spinner of words Lonnie, thank you for your kind ones." 

Jerry said, "Have a seat Lon what would be your pleasure?" 

"How about a Chivas Regal on the rocks." The waiter nodded and was off to do my bidding on Jerry's tab. God I love this line of work. 

There was an abundance of small talk over the next half hour as we waited for dinner. Jerry and Leanne were unpretentious, easy going and fun to talk with and we had fun talking about the early days when Jerry first took over from Ardemus and he was chasing Leanne. It's a good thing I know how to keep my mouth shut. Dinner came and the talking slowed but didn't stop. Their compliments on my writing were generous but seemed sincere complete with criticism about one from about six months ago. I knew why it was such a bomb but I just agreed with them and thought I'd spare them the details. Nobody likes to hear bad news. 

Chapter Two

After dinner we had more drinks and talked for quite a while. Leanne was anything but window dressing so she was in the middle of it a lot of the time. When the subject of some of my romance stories came up she complimented me saying, "You do such a nice job with romance, you must be dynamite with the ladies these days." 

"No honey Lon is married," Jerry offered. 

"Well not exactly. I was until six months ago." Jerry was quick if nothing else. 

"Six months ago, there's that number again. Any connection with the bad story?" 

"Most likely a big connection." 

"Sorry to hear it Lon, did you come out of it all right?" 

"I lost my financial ass but I'll survive. Rita will survive quite nicely. It was my fault and there are no hard feelings on my part." 

Leanne continued, "I still think you have a wonderful sensitivity when you write the feminine side." 

"Thank you Leanne I take that as high praise." Jerry changed the subject and said, "I think I remember that you used to rent houseboats once in a while and do some of your writing there." 

"I sure did. To me that was the perfect place to write. I did more and better writing there than anywhere else." 

"I take it you don't rent them anymore." 

"No it takes at least two to handle those things and it is just no fun alone. What's the point of being naked for a week by yourself other than a killer tan." 

"Lon do you have to be anyplace for a while?" 

"No not me. I'm as footloose as you can get right now." Let's go back to the house and continue this conversation over brandy." I hadn't been to their house in years. 

"I'd like that, I could talk houseboats all night long."

With Jerry leading in his Mercedes we went the ten miles out to their house. I usually stay in hotels in Chicago that are no bigger but they just call it the house. After parking and having Maria, the oh so pretty maid bring us brandy, the three of us got comfortable and continued the conversation. "So these houseboats are a little tough to handle I take it." 

"No not really but when you want to tie off to shore you need one at the helm and one or more working the ropes. I suppose the dock hands could do it solo but I never could. The dock master always instructed a minimum of two people. On the water they handle like a dream." 

"What did you do besides write out there?" 

"Laid naked in the sun, swam, skinny dipped actually, cruised up and down the several hundred miles of shoreline and went to the local restaurants at the marinas every so often. I used to fish a little but was so bad at it I gave up and stuck with skinny dipping and writing. 

Leanne said, "You make it sound so relaxing and private." 

"It's totally relaxing and if it's privacy you want you just tie off in a small bay and it's yours for as long as you're there. Nobody ever horned in on us or cramped our life style. I've floated naked clear across lagoons the size of small lakes and never worried about it. I suppose if the marinas are renting all their boats it could get a little hard to find those bays and lagoons but I never experienced that." 

"What about TV and radio?" 

"Nope, the stations are too far to get more than one or two stations. The only TV is if you use videotape or DVD's unless you rent their flag ship eighty two footer." 

"You really are on your own then." 

"Pretty much yes." 

Maria magically appeared and added brandy to our glasses and disappeared. "So Lon what are you doing now that you're divorced?" 

"At the moment not much. I was getting sloppy with my writing and I'm trying to get back on track with that, doing research and trying to regain my rhythm. Without that I have to work too hard and that's not my style." 

Jerry sat up straight and said, "Oh before I forget, Rex asked me to give you this and said you had to buy the drinks the next time, no excuses, whatever he was talking about." 

"It's a game we play and I usually win. Leanne I wanted to comment as soon as I walked in, this house is like you, never changing except for the better. It's beautiful." 

Leanne smiled her biggest smile yet. "Thank you Lonnie that helps me. Jerry wanted me to redecorate and I'm resisting. You've just helped my cause." 

I turned to Jerry and with a smile said, "Jerry remember, women are always right." Jerry laughed and nodded in agreement.

I kept getting the feeling that there was something else they wanted to talk to me about but it wasn't forthcoming so I finally stood and said, "I've taken advantage of your hospitality long enough and will leave so you can rest. I can't thank you two enough for a wonderful evening and allowing me to drone on about houseboating. It could become a passion of mine if I were to give it free reign. I've even been kicking a story idea around involving houseboats." They had walked me to the door and as I walked out I said, "Goodnight and thanks again." Going home I thought about the evening and I was more sure than ever that they had something on their minds. It was anybody's guess what though.

For the next few weeks all was quiet and routine. I had started what I hoped would become a novel, the weather was getting better as it as it showed the promise of spring and I had twice dated Amy, a very fine looking woman with long dark hair and a penchant for making love. To make it even better she was fun to be with anytime. Oh yes and I was on the fifth week of working out at the gym with a personal trainer that I called Gunter. I could never remember his real name and he didn't care as long as I did as I was told and slipped him a generous tip regularly. I was feeling fit and full of energy. 

I think it was a Wednesday evening, but it doesn't matter I guess, and I met Amy at the Squatter's Rights restaurant for dinner. She looked wonderful with her olive complexion, long dark hair and white pantsuit. She made heads turn including mine. Once seated and drinks ordered I told her about wanting to rent a houseboat one day and wondered if she would be my first mate for a week. When I described what it was like she was all for it. One whole week with Amy naked just might keep me from getting any writing done at all but we writers do have a cross to bear sometimes. "Tell me again about the sunning deck Lonnie." 

"It's as long as the houseboat, usually carpeted and about fifteen feet above the water with a flying bridge at the front." 

"So you can lay naked up there and nobody will know?" 

"Absolutely as long as you don't get up of course." 

"And you can be naked in the water?" 

"Amy honey you could go for a week and never get dressed if that was your goal." "God that sounds like heaven to me." 

"Having you naked with me for a week sounds like heaven to me too." I got a sexy smile for that one. When we went back to my place after dinner the conversation went back to the houseboats a couple more times over the course of the evening and again after we made love. I knew then that before summer was over the two of us would be on a boat and naked. It was almost hard to fall asleep that night just thinking about that. Life was getting better and better.

Chapter Three

Within a few days of the date with Amy I received an invitation to Jerry and Leanne's house for dinner for that Saturday evening, very casual. I called with my RSVP right away because I was sure that whatever was on their minds before would be coming out at or after dinner. If I was wrong so what, I would still get to see Leanne, but I was anxious to satisfy my curiosity. With all the questions about houseboats it likely had something to do with that. Most likely they were going to rent one of the biggest ones and wanted to learn all they could so they'd know if they needed a crew to run it for them. Hell Maria could be the cook and the pilot and their gardener could be the rope man and helper. Of course that would make it pretty tough for Leanne to skinny dip or sun naked assuming she wanted to do those things.

They always say dress for success so Saturday evening I dressed in the most casual slacks I had and a new Ralph Loren polo shirt and new shoes and headed to their house. I arrived at six exactly and was greeted by none other than Leanne herself. I got a nice kiss on the cheek and a chance to learn what angels smell like. She led me to the den where Jerry was reading and the three of us settled down with drinks served by pretty Maria. If it seems to you I like women you'd be close. I love women. I love to love women, I love to make love to women I love to meet new women. They are God's nearest thing to perfection to me and I want to taste every one of them before I die or I want to die trying to taste everyone of them, something like that. Jerry raised his glass to me in silent toast and I tasted a wonderful wine. It had the darkest most beautiful ruby red color I'd ever seen and the flavor just danced on my tongue. "Jerry, Leanne if die right now I'll be happy. This wine is by far the smoothest, finest I've ever tasted. If I were to guess I'd have to say it's a Shiraz." 

"Thank you we're glad you approve. We think it is too and you are absolutely right it is a Shiraz." 

"The hard part with this wine would be to stop before over indulging."

Jerry and Leanne smiled and Leanne said, "It's happened on an occasion or two that we didn't stop in time." 

"With wine that makes a wonderful trip but a horrible destination." 

"Isn't that the truth."

Dinner was called and we made our way to dinner in the sun room or the summer room or whatever they called it. It had a view of the pool and the landscaping as it draped itself over a rolling hillside. A perfect setting for a casual dinner. Dinner was light but wonderful with a spicy dish that stood shoulder to shoulder with the Shiraz. With beautiful Leanne near me it was hard to imagine anything better than this at the moment. Well being with naked Amy was pretty high on the list too. 

After dinner we were served brandy and Jerry suggested we take a walk outside for some fresh air. We slowly strolled side by side down a wide wandering path toward that hillside; Leanne's arm through mine on one side and Jerry's on her other as he and I sipped brandy and the three of us talked. 

Jerry said, "Lon you look like you're working out." 

"Thank you I've been using a trainer to get back in shape. It helps my mind, which helps my writing, which helps my pocket. I guess the trainer is paying his own fees in a way." 

That made Jerry and Leanne laugh and he asked, "Have you started any major writing projects lately?" 

"I've started what I hope will become a novel but that remains to be seen in the coming months." 

"Do you golf?" 

"I've chased that little white ball around that big green lawn with holes in it a few times but I'd hate to call it golf. I couldn't seem to develop the passion and determination to improve so I quit. I admire the pros and the phenomenal shots they make that's for sure." 

"Lon as we remember you do have a passion for honoring confidences and keeping your word." 

"I do have yes. I owe that to my mother I guess. If I learn something and common sense tells me or if I'm asked to keep it to myself that's all that need be said and if I say I'll do something or not do something it's settled. I don't break my word period. I don't have a lot and if I don't honor a promise I have nothing at all. I am nothing at all. Nothing but a failure that is."

After stopping for a minute and sipping the brandy, which I'm not at all crazy about by the way, we continued on. Nobody spoke for a minute or two and then Jerry said, "Leanne and I have been thinking about your tales of houseboating Lon and we have decided we'd very much enjoy just getting away from everything and everybody for a week. I have some writing I want and need to do and Leanne wants to get her annual dose of radiation in one week, skinny dip and just enjoy herself. Where this is all leading Lon is we wondered if we could convince you to join us and show us how it's done. We'd be equal partners in the cooking and cleaning but we were hoping you'd do most of the piloting of the boat and we'd help with the tying off as you called it. You can work on your writing as much as you want or as little as you want. You don't have to let us know right away but we'd like to make the plans soon." 

"I don't have to think about it, I'd love it." With a very warm smile Leanne asked, 

"When do you suggest we go?" 

"Well if we wait until the end of June or later the water will be nice and warm but the kids will be out of school and the lake will be busier and will stay that way until mid August. Once the kids are back in school in August the crowds go down but the lake is still warm until sometime late in September if I remember correctly. It just depends on what's more important to you. For sun tans, skinny dipping and loafing you can't beat the summer and if you choose a spot to tie off early enough you can still get a lot of privacy." 




String of Beads



"We want to go fairly soon so lets see, about say the first of July and go for the warm water and sunshine. We can work around the other boaters don't you think?" 

"I do believe we could. We may not have the perfect place every night but we'd do okay. The worst it could be is wonderful as far as I'm concerned." 

Jerry asked Leanne, "Any thoughts honey?" 

"No not really. July sounds about right for a first time at it. How do we pack for this little outing?" 

"It depends on the life style you choose. When I go I pack most of my ward robe in my shave kit. One bathing suit and that was always optional except when cruising. Seriously, just shorts and tops, maybe a couple pair of long pants in case we have some cool evenings. Oh and bring lots of tanning lotion. The sun can be brutal even on overcast days." 

We had walked around and continued to talk about boating until we were back at the house and we sat in chairs by the pool. "Lon could we prevail upon you to make the reservations and arrangements? I'll give you a card to use, just let us know what we need to do and when we need to do it. We put ourselves in your hands. Now anybody for a swim?" 

Leanne said with a smile, "Maybe this would be a good time to start with suits optional." I just stood there with a smile like an idiot. All I could see was Leanne naked and it caused a short circuit in my thinking. 

"Leanne honey you'll make Lon uncomfortable. You'll have that whole week to skinny dip." Oh my God I can't be that lucky can I? We put on suits and swam for half an hour and then got out and I had to sit there and not stare at Leanne in her thong suit, which was almost impossible. 

Leanne said, "So you do wear a suit when you drive or pilot the boat then?" 

"Yeah, the windows come down quite low and if anybody comes near or has field glasses they can see in. I've been known to cruise buck naked but it's risky. I've even taken a moonlight ride in the runabout bare as...sorry, naked." 

"Bare assed works too." Leanne smiled to let me know it was okay to say bare assed. Oh the feelings I was getting about this little excursion were good ones. 

After a little lull in the conversation I said, "After I've made the reservations I'll get a list of what they provide and what they don't plus a list of things they suggest we bring. I'll put it all together and get it to you so you'll have a good idea what you'll want to take. I'll also include a list of things I'll take care of and that will make it easier for you I'm sure." 

"We knew we wanted to do this with you Lon. This will be perfect."

Chapter Four

All the way home I kept getting visions of Jerry on the front deck typing away as Leanne and I swam naked and got friendly and then went to the roof for some nude sun bathing with me applying sun lotion all over her wonderful body. A fantasy to be sure but what the hell it's a really good one.

The next day I called the reservations number that, believe it or not, I had committed to memory and requested their brochure. I wanted to see what boats they were running now. It had to be big and full of amenities and we needed a runabout to go with it. It was their money so I was going to make them very comfortable and coincidentally me too for that matter. It was going to drive me nuts waiting for the latest brochure to say nothing of waiting for the appointed day of departure. I had no doubt they would enjoy it and I had no doubt I'd enjoy it but just how comfortable we'd all allow ourselves to get remained to be seen.

The brochure was in my mail box within five days and I had it memorized about two hours later. Three hours later I had their eighty two foot boat reserved and a sixteen foot sixty horse power runabout reserved. They were used to going first class so I reserved the best they had to offer. Hell we'd be outside ninety percent of the time and all that interior space would be wasted but that got us the best amenities. Jerry and Leanne had no idea how lucky we were to get it that close to July but I caught a cancellation so we were set. I was kind of wishing Amy could go but she and I could go later in the season about say mid August. I wanted to be certain she could stay naked as much as she wanted to.

When the reservation confirmation came with all the lists I had told them about I sat down and spent most of a day compiling all the information they might want complete with some suggestions from me. I packaged it up and called a courier service and had it sent out right away. I just might get another dinner invitation to go over details. I can always hope. I called Amy and invited her over and showed her my copy of the brochure and explained I was going with the boss and the boss's wife and that I wanted to take her in August if she was willing. She was so willing we made love right there on the floor. August with her was going to be awesome. Maybe I could find a way to pay for a whole month. Yeah right.

A couple of days later a large package came for me and it was a case of that wonderful Shiraz with a note about the trip from Leanne. 

"Lon honey thank you so much for the information and all your work. We'll get our act together and be in touch with you very soon. Jerry has to fly to Las Vegas tonight and when he gets home we'll get together for the final details. I have to say, your trainer is doing right by you. You are looking so handsome and so healthy, way to go. I can't wait for you to show me what houseboating is like. Looking forward to seeing you again, Leanne." Damn that was a nice note. Did Jerry know what she wrote? 

I worked like a demon for the next few weeks partly to get ahead in case I didn't get much writing done and partly to help time pass faster. I had the romance novel underway and had a good start on one of my longer and better porn stories. I liked the direction it was taking, using elements of what was happening in my life and exaggerating them more than a little bit. I had the research down since I had and was living it, and to elaborate and exaggerate was easy for me. I wanted to use a fictionalized person modeled after Leanne but did I put her in this romance story or save her for another one? The week on the houseboat would help me with that one. I also wanted to use a very Irish looking gal with long dark red hair in a story some time. I love that look and I could see her in my mind so clearly. Maybe it was based on Mandy, a sweet gal I knew when I was in the ninth grade. I decided to save that person for the trip also. I'd never truly known a long haired red head like I saw in my mind and there seemed a complete lack of them in the circles I traveled in so I had little chance of ever meeting one except in my book.

I heard from Jerry and Leanne that he was back home and was anxious to get together so they suggested cocktails at their house at seven on Friday evening. I was there as the bell struck seven. We had drinks in the den and the three of us talked non stop until they were satisfied they had covered everything. Jerry said, "By the way we think you did an excellent job choosing the boat. It looks very roomy and certainly has all the amenities we might want. A smaller one would have been fine if the amenities were just a touch better so this will be great. I can work on my project in any one of several places while you two swim and sun." Was I going to be with Leanne alone? Was I going to behave myself? Would I skinny dip in front of her? Oh man the questions.

When the details were fully worked out I went home humming like a tuning fork. 

The days leading up to our departure went faster than I might have hoped and before I knew it I was feverishly packing and loading. I was taking care of the food needs as well as things like rafts for floating across the lagoon naked. All they had to worry about was their clothes and personal needs and their booze. I didn't know what they'd like to take in that area. We left early in the morning and drove down arriving about two in the afternoon. By the time we had filled out all the paper work and drug our gear out to the boat it was ready for us to inspect and approve before dragging our gear aboard. Then the dock master gave us our instructions, brought our runabout around and tied it off and sent us on our way.

For the first little bit Leanne and Jerry sat on the front deck and enjoyed the summer breezes as we traveled the half mile out and neared the main part of the lake. I was piloting this beautiful eighty two foot boat and just as I expected she handled like a dream. Once on the main part of the lake I set a straight ahead course and strolled out onto the front deck and said, "I'd suggest we not cruise too long before picking a spot for the night. We'll need a little time to get settled and get used to everything and we want to be sure to get a nice spot our first night out." 

"Good idea captain, we trust you to find us a nice spot." I knew of a couple of spots within a short ride and I headed for them. By tying off well before the dinner hour we'd beat most of the other boats on the lake that were still intent on running around.

As I passed my second choice it was taken so if my first choice, just up a little ways, were taken we'd have to cruise a little ways for the next chance. Bingo, choice numero uno was open. I called through the open door, "Paradise dead ahead make ready the ropes." 

"Aye aye captain." I slipped the boat in and just before the bow touched shore I slid into reverse to slow our progress. The bow crunched gently against the small rocks and then I held it in position with a little ahead throttle and a light helm correction until Leanne and Jerry could tie off the ropes as the dock master had shown us. It was all a piece of cake and we had a large very private lagoon to call our own. It wouldn't be bad to just stay in that spot the whole week but there were other equally nice places to explore. 

Chapter Five

Now that we were tied off we went about unpacking our clothes and groceries and inflating the swim rafts. I set out my laptop and notes for later and unloaded the coolers into the refrigerator. We wouldn't eat fancy but we wouldn't go hungry either. I was already hungry to see Leanne in her bikini. I changed into my suit and went out to survey our setting. Jerry had changed into ragged shorts and had his laptop on the table on the front deck. He was ready to type without even exploring the area. Oh well. When I turned to look out the side window I saw Leanne come out of their room in her bikini. It took my breath away just like it did at their pool. My first test. Do not stare Lonnie, don't be a small town hick. But I am a small town hick I just happen to live in a larger town.

Leanne said, "Let's go exploring Lonnie. Show me around would you?" Would I? Hell yes I would. 

"Let's go topside and I'll show you the sunning roof and the flying bridge and then I'll show you around our lagoon." 

"You've used this place before it seems." 

"I sure have, it's my first choice along this part of the lake. I'll show you why when we go ashore." We went up onto the sun deck and Leanne was grinning from ear to ear. 

"So as long as I don't stand up I'm protected up here?" 

"Sure, lie down and see how it feels." Leanne lay on her back and I stared. I was completely in love as the flatness of the deck thrust her breasts against the tiny fabric of her suit top, and she was convinced the solid side rails covered enough to keep strange eyes off her. 

"I like this Lonnie. Do you sunbathe nude too?" 

"I've been known to stay nude for long stretches but this trip will be a little different. But fair warning I intend to skinny dip at least a little bit." 

Leanne smiled and said, "Oh I think we can work something out that we both like." Leanne got up and we went below and then onto the shore as I took her on a walk around the lagoon until most of the boat was out of direct line of sight. The trees protected us from the main part of the lake and the curve of the lagoon hid the houseboat for the most part which created the feeling we were all alone with a large warm lake to swim in. 

"Let's go for a swim Lonnie. Right here, right now, lets get wet." I may be a hick but I ain't stupid. I took her hand and we eased down the somewhat steep bank and entered the water. It was indeed warm and welcoming. "Oh Lonnie I like this. What a wonderful feeling. I wonder what it is about this that seems so much nicer than in a swimming pool with clear water and perfect temperature. This seems so much more...primal I guess. Pure nature." 

"I'm glad you like it. We will be exploring several more places over the next week and if we're lucky we'll get my version of the perfect spot. It's a large lagoon, very private with gently sloping almost sandy shore and you can take long very private walks. I wish I could live there actually." 

"Everything you said about this place is true. I'll want to come back again I already know that. Jerry has so many meetings and we have so many social demands that this is just a total escape for us. It's a life saver. Lonnie what do you hope to get out of this week?" 

"I want to show you this wonderful lake, watch you enjoy the sun and the swimming and be happy, and second I hope to get a little writing done. If I don't I'll be okay with that because I'm hoping to come back here in August." 

"If you do come back I just may pack myself in your suitcase. Who's coming with you?" 

Amy, a friend of mine or at least I think so."

Leanne put her hand on my arm and said, "I hope she's worthy of you Lon." 

"Thanks Leanne I'm sure she is."

"Let's go back to the boat and have a nice cold glass of iced tea." "Sounds great. Jerry's probably wondering just where the hell we went off to anyway." 

"He doesn't worry about me with you around. He thinks so highly of you, you know." 

"No I didn't know but that's nice to hear. I think he's one of the last honorable and nice executives left on the planet." 

"He sometimes envy's you and your independent life style." Leanne slipped her arm through mine and we slowly made our way back to the houseboat for tea.

When we returned, there was Jerry still typing and a glass of scotch nearby. "Hey you two finished exploring already?" 

I said, "Explored, swam and talked our way back home." Once aboard Leanne kissed him on the forehead and went inside to pour the tea made from instant. After all we're roughing it you know. We'd probably have to run the generator later to recharge the laptops. It's such a primitive existence. Leanne said she was going to take her book and go sun and Jerry was completely involved in his project so I retrieved my laptop and set up at the kitchen table to write. The magic of the boat did it once again and my writing seemed to flow. I always had notes of ideas, plot shifts or phrases nearby. These tidbits would come to me in the strangest places sometimes and whenever I seemed stuck my notes would usually bail me out. I have no idea how other writers work and I don't care, it works for me.

Leanne had come down from the sun deck for a while, talked to Jerry a few minutes and read in the shade of the front deck. I decided to quit for the day and as I put my things away Leanne came into the kitchen for a drink and asked if I wanted anything. I said, "I'll take anything cold." She grabbed two Cokes from the fridge and handed me one. 

I stretched and asked her, "So how was it on the sun deck for your first try?" 

"It's perfect. I thought you'd come up and see me though." 

"I was going to but I thought you might want some...private time." 

Leanne shocked me with, "Lon it's just the three of us. It's all private time to me. I want you to feel free to come and go wherever or whenever you want. That's why you were the only one we'd consider doing this with." It took this small town hick an embarrassingly long time to digest what she meant by that. 

I smiled and said, "Thanks I'll remember that." I was in bed before the full impact of her statement hit me and I was still afraid to really test it.

We spent that night at the lagoon and after breakfast headed out to sail the seas. About noon it started to really cloud up so I made for someplace tie off. I've been caught on the lake in a storm and all the decent coves and lagoons were occupied. It's no fun trying to get away from lightening when you're out there daring it to strike you, and storm winds on those big flat bottomed boats were not fun. If the storm fizzled we could just continue with our ride. We found a small cove, keeping in mind it's an eighty two foot boat, and tied off to ride out the storm should it come. I had never stayed there and it turned out to be very nice. The far side was pretty rocky to enjoy walking on in bare feet but otherwise it was very private and protected from possible winds. 

After tying off, the three of us sat on the front deck and enjoyed a drink as we watched the sky darken and then lighten only to become threatening again. We could see some of the lake off the starboard side of the deck and the water had taken on a choppy almost ominous look and we were glad to be secure. The air was very warm and humid and that further contributed to the chances of at least a passing storm. The air in the lagoon was still and the water was smooth as glass and with most of the boats having returned to port or found safe haven it was incredibly quiet. We not only had the lagoon to ourselves it felt like we had the whole lake to ourselves. 

Chapter Six

Jerry pulled out his laptop and files and while sitting over in the corner facing the lake commented before starting, "This is turning out even better than I'd hoped, I'll have most of my project done by the end of the cruise. Sorry to be so antisocial." 

Leanne told him, "Don't worry about it honey, we talked about it and I know what has to be done. We're doing okay. If you need or want anything just say so right Lon?" 

"Absolutely. We're making this up as we go along."

Leanne and I read for a little bit but the calm lagoon called to me and I said, "Cover your eyes Leanne I'm going skinny dipping." Stepping behind her and peeling off my suit I dove in reveling in the silky feel of the warm water as I swam around and made my way to the far shore where I sat waist deep in water to rest. I was sitting there thinking about my current project and staring at the water when I heard a splash. A minute later Leanne appeared not far from me with a smile. I had no place to go and besides I was there first and she knew I was bare assed. "Hi Lon mind some company?" Oh shit she was naked. Oh shit where should my eyes be. Oh shit I'm staring and damn the consequences. God what a view. When I found my voice I managed a croaky sounding, "God Leanne you are stunning." "Thank you Lon, you're an eyeful yourself. I'm glad you finally decided to strip because I didn't want to be the first and I was anxious to go skinny dip too." 

"I...oh hell I don't know what to say. Are you really okay with all of this?" 

"Of course. Jerry knew we'd be naked together, we talked about it." With that she got completely on shore and completely exposed herself to me. Her shape was no better than Amy's but this was different somehow. Leanne was...well Leanne, you know Jerry's wife. My boss's wife. The one I fell in love with so long ago.

I gave up and backed up onto shore so I could be next to her and said, "Forgive me Leanne for being so dense but it's just that this sort of wonderful thing rarely happens in the real world despite what I might want my readers to believe." 

"I know Lon, I understand. Just go with it and everything will be perfect you'll see. We don't care if you go naked. Of course I may stare at you once in a while." 

"You can stare at me all you want because I can't help but stare at you." 




String of Beads



"You are so easy to be with. You are always you. No attempts at any bullshit, no games." 

"I'm not very good with games and I save my bullshit for my stories."

In a feeble attempt at tearing my eyes away from her for a moment I looked down at what we were sitting on and was causing me pain, and I noticed something. I picked a small round rock up and holding it close in front of her I said, "Look at this. See how this is round with a flat top and bottom? See the hole almost through the center?" I looked at her eyes and continued, "These are called Indian love beads, they really are. They are really segments of petrified plant stems, but the story is, Indians used to string them on rawhide strings and wear them around their neck as jewelry. Of course somewhere along the way the story was they were given as tokens of love or devotion." Leanne looked at me for several seconds and then kissed me lightly on the lips. 

"That's such a sweet story Lon. How did you know that?" 

"I don't remember, I picked it up somewhere. I thought I might use it in my houseboat story some way." 

"Make it a special story would you?" 

"Then I'll have to have you in it too." That got me another kiss. We sat there in silence until the rocks became too much for our asses and we stood up. 

We walked around the lagoon picking up Indian love beads and when we neared the boat she handed me hers and looking at me said, "These are for you Lon. Make it a sweet love story okay?" I took them in my hand and looked at her and just said, "Not until I can write a very special one." We went onto the deck and Jerry just said, "Hi you two" and went back to his work. No negative expression on his face, no reaction to our nudity at all. 

The storm finally materialized and the lightening flashed, the thunder cracked and boomed, echoing back and forth off the tall hills around us. One clap of thunder would still be slowly dying, as the next one would announce itself. The rains came straight down in torrents forcing Jerry in to the kitchen table and Leanne and I to sit together in the center of the deck and with the saints still smiling upon me we both stayed naked. When the rain finally eased off and finally stopped, the sky brightened and it was so quiet you could hear the rainwater as it made its way with dollop sounds from leaf to leaf in the trees trying to reach our lagoon. The air had that sweet mild after rain smell that announced all was well and right with the world and the sun would be back. It reminded me of Leanne's perfume that evening at her door. So light that it was almost imperceptible and yet so sweet and overwhelmingly intoxicating. 

It was too late to head out in the boat again so Leanne put on a cover up without her suit and I slipped on a pair of cutoffs and as the sun warmed the air I tossed steaks on the grill for dinner. Leanne came out with a bottle of that Shiraz and she couldn't miss my smile. Leanne smiled and said, "This day wouldn't be complete without a bottle of this."

We had dinner and Jerry was cordial and funny. After dinner we finished the wine as we sat with our feet up on the railing watching the sun set across the lake and talking about mindless things. I had a chance to see how Jerry could capture ideas and present them with so much clarity and precision. It was getting cool so rather than put more clothes on I went inside and volunteered to do the dishes. Leanne came in and dried and then I went to my room to write. I wanted to start some notes about my next love story and Indian love beads. 

The next morning we took our time after breakfast and Leanne took a quick dip in the nude. The ice had been broken so it was likely she would be swimming that way from then on and I thanked God for that gift every time. So far I had managed to keep my sexual barometer at rest but it was touch and go every time I saw her and knew it was only a matter of time as I relaxed before my needle would register something. We finally pulled out and made out way up river slowly exploring some of the areas that extended off the main lake. We had passed one soon after we left port called Sulpher Creek that went back for a couple of miles or more and there were more similar to that for us to examine. By mid afternoon we had cruised about enough and I started the search for our next place to tie off. I knew of a place but couldn't remember just where it was. It was what I considered the perfect place. I knew it was near us but I couldn't remember which side of the lake it was on and that was a lot of water to explore. I finally gave up and we chose a lagoon that was just wide enough for the boat to fit but it was very long giving us a large private area with a lot of shoreline to explore and stretch our legs. My body was actually missing Gunter and the demands he always put on me. That life seemed a lifetime away at the moment, though Amy had come to mind a few times in spite of Leanne.

Once we were tied off the three of us sat on the deck with cocktails of Leanne's creation and just sat there, Leanne in her bikini and Jerry and I in cutoffs staring at the lake and talking about maybe hitting one of the restaurants in the next day or two. The sun was beckoning so Leanne excused herself and she went topside to tan and Jerry and I dove into our laptops for a while. I had no doubt she was up there in the nude and it was distracting me. I tried my best I really did but how many guys my age have you ever met that could ignore a beautiful naked woman who had pointedly invited you to join them? Hell at any age for that matter. If my conservative soft spoken father were alive he'd be up there. 

Chapter Seven

I'd done my best and showed Jerry I wasn't following Leanne around like a dog in heat at least physically. I was mentally but that's different. I put my things away and headed topside to "chat" with her. As I ascended the steps and my head cleared the top I saw her lying there on her belly with her sweet ass pointing at the sun and getting red. "Don't let me scare you but you have company." 

"You don't scare me love." 

"Your ass is getting pretty red." She turned slightly and looking at me said, "So you do look at my ass after all." 

"No I stare at your ass after all and it's beautiful and pretty red, maybe you should turn over or put some lotion on it or something." 

"Which would you suggest?" "I would suggest you turn over and let me stare at your beautiful front until I go blind, that's what I'd say." She smiled and slipping her sunglasses on as she turned over. 

Like that?" 

"Like that yes and now I can say I have seen the ultimate beauty." 

"Lon you are so good for a woman's ego I just love you. Here put some lotion on me would you?" Leanne I'd walk through fire for you. I'd slay dragons for you, carry you in my arms through the jungle and almost anything else you might need, but if I try to put lotion on your sun warmed and totally beautiful and tempting body I can't be responsible for any of my actions or reactions." My passion meter was already betraying me and it didn't go unnoticed. 

"I'm willing to take my chances with you." 

"How would Jerry feel if he saw me, shall we say, administering to your needs?" 

"Don't worry Lon honey it's alright, it really is."

"I trust your judgment then. I'll start at your feet so you'll have time to change my mind." I poured some lotion onto my hand and started with too much lotion. Many women like to have their feet massaged. It's not necessarily an erogenous zone but they often find it very soothing. Of course if she starts to giggle you might want to move on especially if you're trying to seduce her. I worked the lotion in and massaged her soles with my thumbs using just a little pressure. Working my way around to the soft places above her heels I used more lotion and moved up her legs. I worked the lotion in and moved on up her legs to her hips. Leanne lay there facing the sun but with her sunglasses on I didn't know if her eyes were open or closed. I chose to think they were closed at least in contentment if not passion. I had a terrible fight with myself as to just where the lotion should go so at the last second I tabled the decision for the moment and moved on to her belly and sides. I knew my way back if I changed my mind.

With belly and sides now protected with SPF 30 I had little choice so I added more to my hands and proceeded to touch her breasts for the first time. Well with my hands. My eyes and mind had been all over her several times. I worked the lotion in taking far more time than I had on say her lower legs and Leanne moaned in approval and I saw her move a little. Was she uncomfortable or was I actually pushing her buttons? I decided to add further protection to those precious mounds and massaged and without thinking pinched the nipples, clearly not a lotion application technique but an erotic gesture of the first order. I was shameless in my thoughts and actions now. I totally forgot about her shoulders and stayed with her breasts and then kissed her. Not the, peck on the lips thanks for the wine kiss, but a deep tongue exploring long lasting kiss driven by lust and desire. I would either be thrown overboard or the kiss would be returned. She tipped her head back, and pushed into me taking her tongue deep into my mouth. At some point my instincts had come to the rescue and I was now applying lotion to her nether regions as we kissed. I felt her with my mouth as she moaned into me and my finger slipped in to where the sun would never go. Her pelvis tipped up to meet my hand and we continued to kiss for little longer. I had warned her, I had given her a chance to stop me and I had showed her the threat of my now fully grown cock but she still encouraged me.

She removed her sunglasses as I moved on top of her and looking at her allowed my cock to brush against her thigh and mound. It was her last chance and one I desperately hoped she'd pass on. She did. Before I knew it I was inside Leanne, that beautiful, friendly, sexy and I 'm sad to say, married woman that I had been lusting for. I slid deeply and paused before continuing the love making in earnest. There we were on the roof of the houseboat, open to the world and the sun, lying on the carpet and making love, slow, sensual amazing love. It was inevitable that the slow part would not last and I was soon sliding in and out at a feverish pace, going in hard enough to make her breasts bounce and her voice to stutter as she talked to me. "Oh Go...od yes...sss Lon don't sto...op. On we went and I couldn't believe I was still able to continue, but the outcome was already known as we both came in a crashing intense climax. We lay there with me still on top of her and looked at each other. When she had caught her breath she said, "I knew it would be wonderful Lon. I knew it could only be you." 

"What do you mean only me?" 

"I'll explain it all one day I promise. For now just stay near me and make love to me often." 

"And Jerry is okay with this?" "Yes he is. Lon I love Jerry very much I want you to know that but there's more to the story than just that. Let's leave it there and when I can I'll tell you okay?" 

"Of course. I'm confused but I spend a lot of my life in that state. I'll make love to you whenever and however you want Leanne. I assume the rules are he's not to witness it." 

"That's right and that's about the only hard rule."

The hot sun was threatening to do us great harm if we didn't get our naked asses off that sundeck so we moved below and I pulled out cold drinks while she took care of things in the bathroom. I took a long deep drink of my Coke and headed for the lagoon to cool off and rinse down. Leanne dove in soon after and we floated and talked a minute before returning to the deck. After dripping dry I buried myself in my work and Leanne sat next to Jerry and read her book and that's how we spent the remainder of the day, stopping to eat and talk about everything other than what had happened on the sundeck.

Once again we sat and sipped a drink as the sun set talking only a little. The complete absence of stress was such a new thing for Jerry he couldn't be happier. For whatever reason that might explain their arrangement, Leanne was totally happy and relaxed and I was...well I was confused but at least I was relaxed and getting lot of writing done and a lot of staring at Leanne done. It was just dark and we could see a sliver of moon do a feeble job of lighting the night sky and the air stayed warm. I wanted to write a few more lines while a thought was fresh in my mind but I took a minute and dove in for a moonlight swim. Because of the cooling night air the water felt especially warm, soft and inviting, so I called to Leanne extolling the virtues of a swim and she dove in to join me. "Oh Lon this feels divine. It makes you feel like you could just sleep here and have the water be your blanket." 

"I think we need to try this more often." After just floating and half assed swimming around we got out and toweled down. I couldn't get over how I had the privilege of seeing her in the nude and I would never forget it. How I wished I had a picture of her naked to prove in later years that it had really happened.

Jerry said he was giving up and going to bed and Leanne said she'd be right in too. After we talked a minute I said, "Leanne did you ever know just how many times I fell in love with you in the early days? When I write my story about this woman in my life pay close attention to what I say about her. See if you recognize somebody. See what I've thought of her all these years. It will not be so anybody will connect you unless they know only what you know. Good night and thank you for being you and for being a part of my life." Leanne looked at me quietly and kissed me gently. 

"I can't wait to read it. Good night dear Lonnie." I'd said too much and I knew it, but it was too late to stop myself, but I spoke the truth and I was already writing the story. In fact after they were in bed I sat at the kitchen table and wrote for another hour and a half before calling it a day.

Chapter Eight

When I staggered out in the morning Jerry was already at the table having coffee with Leanne. I mumbled a good morning and poured coffee before joining them. "You slept late this morning you okay?" 

"Oh I'm fine. I started a new story last night and I'm excited about it so I wrote late getting some things down that had to be at the heart of the tale. I mentioned earlier that I wanted to write one about houseboats and that will play a part in this story. I just hope I can get down on paper the story I want to tell and have it mean what I want it to say." 

Jerry said, "We wish you well, it sounds like you're really putting something into it." 

"I think before I'm done I will have a lot in it." I made a point not to look at Leanne, pouring coffee for everybody and looking out the window.

Leanne said, "I have a feeling your loyal readers will be able to pick up on exactly what you're trying to say." As Leanne and I made breakfast Jerry said, "Whatever you two decide to do today is fine with me. If you find a place to tie off early and swim that's fine. I'm getting so much rest and relaxation and my project is going so well I feel great. With a little luck I'll nearly be done this week." As Leanne set the table she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead saying, "I can tell how much more relaxed you are."

It was mid morning before we were underway and slowly made our way upstream as I continued watching for my perfect place. As I piloted the boat Leanne would occasionally walk past me and either pat me on the ass or even kiss my cheek. When she handed me a cold drink she said softly, "Find us a nice one" and continued to the front deck. About one o'clock as we cruised on at about five miles an hour Leanne set a sandwich and a beer in front of me. I smiled and gave her a wink and resumed my piloting chores. When I saw what I was looking for I called out, "The perfect place coming up on the port side." When Leanne and Jerry looked at me I pointed to the left and laughed. Landlubbers.

I eased the boat into the lagoon and we followed our routine tying off and when they came back aboard Leanne said, "Lon this is the best yet. Look at this clear water and all this wonderful shoreline. Look at the privacy. Lonnie you are a treasure." I tried to be humble and smiled. Hell I knew it was the best place on the lake and I knew she'd love it. As far as Jerry was concerned we could have tied off in a clump of bushes and he wouldn't have cared. He was relaxed and on a mission whatever the hell it was.

We were no more than secured and Leanne was naked and urging me to go swimming with her. Now I don't know about other guys but when a very good looking naked woman asks me to go swimming I tend to do just that. I was naked and we were in the water in no time lying on the air mattresses. About fifteen minutes later I said, "Leanne don't forget to use lotion I'd hate to see that beautiful body get damaged." 

"You just want to put lotion on me again." 

"I want to do that more than you can imagine but at the moment I'm concerned that if you get burned I won't be able to put lotion on you or anything else." 

She laughed and said, "Lonnie I adore you." We paddled toward shore and secured the mattresses. We went in the water and cooled off and then went up on shore and stood together looking across the lagoon and down toward the houseboat quite a ways away. "Lon let's walk a while." We took our time walking very slowly and looked for love beads. "Lon where do you see yourself say five years from now?" The last thing I expected was a serious question and especially one I had no answer for. 

"Leanne I don't know. The divorce really rattled my cage for a while and now I'm in the process of reevaluating and wondering the same thing. You asked me a very serious question so I'll give you a very serious answer. I'd like to be married again one day to tell the truth. I want to marry somebody just like you. Hell if I could I'd marry you Leanne and I'm being serious you have affected me that much." 

"It might be because we've been naked and made love one time." 

"Leanne I've been naked with many women in my life and I've made love to my share of them but marriage was never in my mind. No you are wonderfully different and you will be in my thoughts for a very, very long time. Of course making love to you was beyond fantastic and I can only hope and dream that we will again before this week is out. The other aspects of my future depends on my financial recovery. I still love to write and that will continue as long as somebody wants to read it." 

"Lon...I...I don't know what to say. You have stolen my heart like nobody else except Jerry. I've had a crush on you for so long and that's why, when we decided to do the houseboat thing I said it had to be with you. No matter what the future brings to us I'll always have a very special place in my heart for you. We will see you again after this vacation I'm sure. It may be a while but I don't want to just disappear."

We had turned around and were walking back toward the boat and she put her arm through mine and said, "We really were great on the sun deck weren't we." 

"We were beyond great. You know when most guys are young and inexperienced with women the first several times they make love they feel everything from inept to suave, from clumsy to smooth. But above all they feel wonderful and invincible. I felt wonderful and invincible. I know without your saying it that I'm the only one other than Jerry so above all else I also felt honored." We reached our mattresses and carried them as we returned to the boat. Jerry was taking a nap so we quietly got some iced tea and went to the deck.