3 comments/ 29311 views/ 7 favorites The Simple Blue Robe By: odlum Eric roamed from room to room through the empty house. This was more difficult than he thought. His footsteps rang hollow as he walked across the worn linoleum of the kitchen. The essence of his father remained in every room even a month after his death. Eric turned the handle on the backroom door. Surprisingly the door was locked. Startled he looked about for the key. After about 15 minutes of searching, he found the key, along with several others hanging on the back of the pantry door. "Why had his father kept the door to his mother's sewing room locked?" Eric wondered to himself as he pushed open the door. The hinges complained with an audible squeak. Eric had not been in the room since his mother's death nearly 10 tears before. It was no longer a sewing room. It was now a den. A rust colored area rug was in the centre of the room. Three of the walls were pale beige. Along deep maroon colored accent wall was a day bed, covered with a multi-colored spread and numerous satin cushions. There was a dark brown leather reclining chair, reading table and shaded tri-light by the window. Hidden behind a richly colored Chinese screen in the far corner was a roll top desk and chair. The room had a masculine but romantic feel about it. Eric was surprised. His father had never been much of a decorator. The door, which led to the adjacent laundry room, beckoned. Eric walked past a large oak chest of drawers and entered a completely renovated room. New efficient, stacking, front-loading machines replaced the old washer and dryer. A large tiled shower stood where the laundry tubs had been. The storage cabinets were gone and in their place now stood a vanity and toilet. Eric was surprised. His father had never mentioned the renovations. Eric's confusion heightened when he examined the chest of drawers. On top of the chest, in front of the mirror, were a sterling silver brush and comb set, some perfume bottles, a box of wet wipes, and a doll like statue. The items looked strangely out of place in the room. As he examined the brush set, his hand touched against the clothing of the doll. He started. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He thought he heard a woman's sigh. Quickly he turned around. There was no one there. Confused Eric returned to the desk. Sitting before it he found it locked. Intrigued, Eric anxiously retrieved the keys from his pocket. "God, Dad, why all the secrecy. Mum's been dead for ten years." He mumbled as he fumbled with the lock. "Who would be looking in here other than you? What possible secrets could you be hiding?" The third key he tried opened the lock. The roll top screeched as Eric pushed it up. On the surface of the desk was an older laptop. The cord of its battery charger ran through a ragged hole in the back of the desk to a wall plug. Eric laughed when he turned on the laptop. It was password protected. "Dad, you secretive old..." Eric didn't finish his sentence. An aged family picture, taped to the side of the desk caught his eye. Eric began to type. He found his name was the password. There was only one file folder on the laptop, but it had over 300 entries. As he scrolled through the entries, Eric thought he heard a female whisper. Startled, he turned. There was no one there. "God, this is creepy," he said to himself as he opened the last entry. It was dated the day before his father's death. The simple entry read, "It was magnificent... Just three more to go...I will try again tomorrow...My God she wears me out...I'm so tired!" Troubled at what he read, Eric opened a random file in the centre of the list only to find a lewd description of fucking. Eric could not believe what he was reading. His father had been a devote Baptist and a schoolteacher. How could he have written this? Eric shook his head in disbelief and looked about the room for answers. He gathered himself up, and walked to the chest of drawers. The top drawer moaned as it opened to reveal a vibrator, some sex toys, and massage oils. To his continued astonishment, the other drawers contained women's lingerie and what appeared to be doll's clothes. As he closed the final drawer, the statue captured his gaze. It was a unique combination of doll and figurine and stood about 18 inches tall. He picked it up. The doll was made of a heavy brown material that Eric did not recognize. Soft, smooth, sensuous, he could not resist touching. His fingers passed up the doll's legs and under the short blue silk robe. Sitting in the recliner, with the doll resting in his lap, Eric tried to make sense of his reactions. He was aroused. Warmth seemed to radiate from the doll into his thighs. He again touched the natural-like raven hair of the doll and gently stroked the perfectly depicted cheeks. As his fingers brushed against the doll's lips, Eric felt a tingle and thought he heard a gasp when he touched the doll's throat. A sash secured the doll's blue robe. Eric undressed the figure to reveal an exquisitely detailed, naked female form. A careful and voyeuristic examination of the doll ensued. The arms and legs contained no visible joints but moved in an amazing human-like fashion. His eyes stared at the delicate and almost life-like pubic hair, which outlined a wonderfully shaped pussy. The tension in his groin grew. His fingers stirred involuntarily to caress the well-formed breasts and pert nipples. "Ahh...uhhh..." Eric heard the sigh again and thought he saw the grey-green eyes of the doll blink. His own eyes felt heavy and his breathing quickened. Was he dreaming? "Eric! Hello Eric, hey you sleepy head wake up!" Eric stirred in the chair. He felt hot and feverish. The room seemed blurry. "That's it, open your eyes. I've been waiting for you to come. I feel that I already know you. Your father told me a great deal about you." The words came from a sexy woman sitting on the arm of the recliner. "...Whom...what...what the hell is going on?" A startled and bewildered Eric was having difficulty understanding what was happening. "Where did you come from? How did you get in?" "You mean your father never told you about me? He kept his word?" The young woman was genuinely flabbergasted. She smiled and bent forward. She kissed his forehead and in the process exposed her cleavage to his view. "He was a nice and gentle man. He treated me very well and I liked him." Her soft voice contained a hint of an accent. "Oh God, oh God I don't believe this..." was all that Eric could say. " But what a great dream," he whispered. "It's no dream. Let me explain," she said as she began to caress the side of his face with one hand and sensually rub his chest with the other. Over the next twenty minutes, between sessions of deep kissing and petting, an intense conversation took place between the two. She told him that her name was Qendressa and that she was a Romanian princess. She explained that an ancient Faeri fertility celebration had captured her body and spirit in the form of a sandalwood doll. For over 200 hundred years, she had been seeking release from her imprisonment. Qendressa explained to Eric that his father had come closest, of any of the men and women who had possessed the doll, to setting her free. As Qendressa told her story, Eric found that his hands were exploring her body. His left hand gently stroked her knee while his right hand stroked the small of her back. The skin above her knee felt soft, smooth, and inviting. The silky material of her robe emphasized her erotic body shape. The robe gaped as she bent forward and softly kissed his forehead. The touch of her lips was soothing and sensual. Her perfume enveloped him. Eric felt a stirring in his groin. The gape of her robe revealed an ample cleavage. Eric reached up and brushed the sides of her breasts. "Oh Quess..." embarrassed, Eric's hands and voice stopped mid sentence. Qendressa softly laughed. "Your father had difficulty with my name too. He just called me Essa. You can do that too if you like," she said in an earthy tone as her lips traced down the bridge of his nose and found his mouth. The kiss electrified Eric. Their tongues intertwined. Eric's hands once again began to explore the curve of Essa's breasts. She broke the kiss and moaned. Her fingers found the upper buttons of his pale yellow, sleeveless shirt. Where her fingers touched his bare chest, passion burned. Essa slipped off the arm of he recliner and walked towards the day bed. Eric admired her shapely body as she bent over the bed, tugged at the cushions, and tossed them on the floor. Standing with her back to him, she provocatively slipped the robe from her body. Eric let out an audible gasp. She was magnificent. She was perfect. Eric's hand involuntarily moved to his crotch. "Oh my God, you are so beautiful," was all he could say. Essa slowly turned to face Eric and then sat on the edge of the bed. Her long legs were crossed and she sat at an angle that emphasized the curve of her buttocks and the firm shape her magnificent thighs. Her breasts rose and fell to the steady beat of her breathing. The dark, almond sized nipples protruded erotically. Her olive colored skin and dark hair emphasized her piercing grey-green eyes. She didn't say a word. Essa just raised her hand and beckoned Eric with a wave of her fingers. Her fingers were tantalizing. They generated exquisite feelings. Eric's breathing now came in short pants. Her nails raked the sides of his cock and pushed his foreskin back. The moist heat of her mouth, as it enveloped his glans, literally sucked the breath out of him. Then her tongue tickled and probed his urethra and her fingers roughly grabbed his ball sacks, he could not hold back no longer. He exploded in a long series of spasms. His hot cum shot into her mouth and Essa gasped excitedly, "That's it baby give it all to me." His cock disappeared into her mouth again and she sucked. It was a delicious feeling. Her tongue teased. Eric quivered and his knees sagged as he gave u the last of his essence. She looked up at him and their eyes met. His shrinking dick slipped from her mouth. Eric heard her give a gurgling laugh and then the words. "You didn't last long, nobody ever does with me, but that gives you something to improve." She started to push him back and added "Your father got pretty good, though." The stabbing, sarcastic expressions wounded Eric. Anger and passion rose up in his chest. It overcame the weakness he felt in his legs. He shoved the girl back on the bed. He reached down and grabbed her ankles. Pushing her legs back, Eric briefly glimpsed a tattoo on the base of her left foot. However, the view of her exposed pink slit soon became his only focus. Eric's hands slide down her legs as he quickly knelt on the floor and forcefully buried his face in her pussy. The erotic aroma of musk and sandalwood filled his being. Her soft, curly pubic hair brushed against his nose as his tongue found her clit. Eric snaked it quickly across the protruding nub and then sucked hard. Essa moaned and her thighs squeezed vigorously against his ears. The strength the grip frightened Eric. However, he pushed forward. His teeth rasped her clit. He drew it into his mouth and then he sucked harder. His tongue danced on the sensitive end. Essa squirmed. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes that's it!" She screamed, and then her body writhed. "Om cumsecade... Om cumsecade..." Her words faded into blackness. Eric awoke to find himself naked on the floor in the middle of the room. His head ached and his jaw was sore. For a moment, he wondered what had happened. Then the dream-like sequence replayed in his mind as he looked up to the chest of drawers and saw the sandalwood statue. Dressed only in his underwear, Eric sat at the kitchen table staring at the laptop screen. His stomach growled and his hands shook. The results not only of the coffee; he was on his second pot, but to what he had read. Over 150 of his father's entries had flicked across the laptop's screen. Eric had hastily scribbled a series of notes onto a foolscap pad he scavenged from the roll top desk. A picture of what has just happened to him and what had happened to his father was beginning to form. It was a tale of eroticism and emasculation. His father had not died from congestive heart failure; his life literally had been sucked from of him. His father's entries revealed some interesting facts. The Faeri culture was richer than any imaginary tale. It was a world to enter with extreme caution. For what faeries resent the most are curious humans blundering about their private domains like so many ill-mannered tourists. Essa disliked questions. When pressed for answers she had a cruel tongue and sharp nails. In spite of this, his father had discovered that the Faeri spells that bound Essa placed a strong emphasis on sensual awareness and spirituality. They manifest themselves through sexual experiences. Nevertheless, his father's greatest revelation related to the number 333 tattooed on the bottom of Essa's left foot. In mystic culture, the number was associated with truth and love. In Essa's case, she could only be set free from her spell after experiencing 333 lovers or after making love with the same person 333 times. However, there were special conditions. With each new lover, she aged 3 years. On the other hand, if she could find a dedicated lover, he or she would lose one month of life each time they made love. It was a unique quandary; age yourself or age your lover. Eric looked intently at his calculations, which he had scribbled on the notepad in front of him. The number 27 stared backed at him. His stomach churned and knotted. His hands shook. His bladder strained. With a determined movement, Eric stood and walked towards the back room. Still damp from the shower, Eric stood naked before the chest of drawers and reached for the doll. As he walked toward the day bed, his hands slipped up under the satin robe and began to stroke the doll's buttocks. By the time he was kneeling on the bed with the doll, throaty gasps whirled about the room. Eric roughly pushed the doll into the disheveled bedding, ripped open the robe, and roughly began to stroke the doll's upper thighs and belly. The scent of sandalwood surrounded him. He became slightly dizzy and blackness enveloped him. "I need you. I need you now..." the words penetrated the darkness of the sandalwood mist. Eric found his head resting on Essa's warm breast, her hands pulling at his head. Eric lifted his head slightly. His lips found, caressed, and sucked the hard almond-sized nipple. Her hands gripped the back of his head and directed his movements. Essa squirmed and writhed beneath him. Eric's fingers roamed through Essa's soft pubic hair and pushed against her pubic bone. Her pelvis arched upward. His index finger pressed against her clit. Essa gasped and opened her legs to his explorations. Her pussylips were dry to his touch. The skin of her labia pulled against the tips of his fingers as he moved them slowly back and forth. Eric could feel her excitement building and he increased his pace. Essa began to undulate her hips to the rhythm of his fingers. When he finally probed her slit, he found her deliciously wet and his fingers slipped easily inside. Her pussy consumed Eric's entire mind and body. All he could feel was her heat, her muscular contractions, and the intense sensations from his fingertips, as they played across the thick ribs at the front of her vagina. The fingers of his other hand now found her clit and massaged in counter point to his buried fingers. Essa bucked and writhed. She screamed, "I need your cock! I need your cock inside melee..." The words vanished in a guttural gasp. Her body thrashed and shook. Eric moved his body slightly. While he remained kneeling beside her, he could now kiss her breasts. He bent forward and enjoyed again the taste and feel of one of her hard nipples between his lips. He cupped her right breast directing it towards his mouth. Eric sucked long and hard. The nipple protruded even more. His teeth rasped against its sides and Essa moaned. Her breath was coming in short pants as another wave of orgasm swept over her. "I need your cock. I need your cock inside me," Essa pleaded between breaths. She reached out for his dick. Her strong fingers surrounded it. She tugged hard while at the same time drawing him towards her mouth. His excitement grew. His body stiffened as he turned. Eric felt Essa's hot breath as her mouth approached his cock. His hands joined hers and rapidly stroked the end of his cock. Tension built in his stomach and thighs. Then he exploded sending ropes of cum towards her open mouth. Eric awoke a short time latter to find the partially disrobed doll, lying on the bed next to him. Stains covered the doll and its satin outfit. Slowly he arose, picked up the doll, and carried it to the chest of drawers. There he cleaned the doll with one of the wipes, dressed her in a clean attire, and set her down by the brush set. Eric then picked up the soiled doll robe and walked towards the laundry room. He was already thinking about the next time. NOTE: This story naturally flows into additional chapters. If you liked the story and would like to read more about Essa and Eric, please contact me. Thank you, Odlum The Simple Blue Robe Ch. 02 Just two months previously, Eric had discovered his father's secret. Now they lay together on the day bed enjoying a quiet winter afternoon. The warmth of this magical woman radiated through him. Essa sipped her glass of wine. Her grey-green eyes scanned his body and then met his stare. She held his gaze, bent forward, and kissed him. Eric felt himself failing once again under her spell. Naked conviviality encouraged his touch. As he enjoyed the feel of her skin against his finger, he thought back over what had just happened in his life. It had taken just over a month to get the estate settled. His father had simplified his affairs by placing the names of both of his sons on the house and car titles and on his bank accounts. Paul, his brother was not interested in the house or the family possessions. He lived in Quebec and just he just wanted a cheque for his share. An electronic bank draft had taken care of any filial responsibilities. The hardest part had been selling the Seattle condominium and moving to the small town. Urgency, had forced Eric to accept a price that was less than market value, but expediency had overcome monetary common sense. His desire to be in his father's house and especially to enjoy the secrets of doll had won out over everything else. As a freelance writer, he could carry on his business life from almost anywhere. Eric supplemented his income with investments on the stock market. His computer account allowed him to invest from anywhere that had an Internet connection. Nevertheless, he missed the big city. He missed its excitement. Then Eric's fingers found the warmth of her inner thigh. The touch evoked the reason for all the changes in his life, Essa. Yet along with the excitement, passion, and delight she brought to his life, there was apprehension too. "Mmmm, you are so lovely," he said as the back of Eric's fingers brushed against the softness of her belly. "I am so glad you called upon me, today," Essa purred. "It's so boring being locked away. I love being with you," she whispered softly in his ear. A gentle touch traced random patterns over his neck, chest, and abdomen. She took great joy in teasing and foreplay and the pleasure it brought to her and her partners. Even so, she never allowed gratification to overcome her primary need. Eric was conscious of his growing excitement. He tired to still his growing desire by asking a mundane question. "How do you spend your time?" However, even as he did, Eric continued to tug and rub her pussy hair between his fingers. "Well there is little to do really," Essa replied cautiously. "Your father always placed me so that I could look out the window. That is something, which I really enjoy especially on a sunny afternoon like today. I like watching the birds too. That is why your father placed the bird feeder by the window. I can look about the room and see what you are doing." There was a long pause, and then Essa continued in a dejected tone. "But most of the time I just wait in darkness...until ...I don't want to talk now...I just..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes closed, and her body tensed. Heat and dampness enveloped his fingers. Eric noticed the quick change in her demeanor, and decided to enjoy her sweet attentions as she seductively repositioned her body and began to kiss Eric's cheek. Her tongue traced minute patterns along his neck and she bit his ear. In a soft, husky, whisper she said, "I like the way you treat me Eric. I'm glad I have remained in your family." Essa's hand now began to move over Eric's navel. Her touch tantalized and aroused him. His lips moved, "Essa, I..." A gentle finger on his lips stopped him before he could continue. "Listen, my sweet, I can only speak freely for a few moments. You and your father, well, you are different from the others. You treat me as an equal, more like a friend than a servant." Essa's statements startled Eric. For a moment, she appeared vulnerable, almost fragile. He felt her body relax. She learned forward. Her body slid slowly over his. Her warmth enveloped him. She softly rubbed his face with her hands. It was a gentle, tender moment. Eric caressed her back and softly rubbed her back and buttocks. She straddled him and Eric felt her vaginal muscles contract around his cock. His mind swam in a sea of erotic and romantic feelings. Essa's lips brushed against his. Eric found himself whispering, "Oh my God this is wonderful...I want to keep you around forever... Oh you make me feel so..." His breath quickened. "...Oh God this feels good! I want you with me always..." Essa nuzzled into his neck. "That's risky. Truly knowing me can be very dangerous." She replied between pants. "I told your father a lot about me. There is a cruel price to be paid for knowing me... Oh...Oh...Yes...He used the com...comp..." "Computer," Eric interjected as he thrust upwards. "Yes...yes...yes...that and some silver disks..." Essa's voice trailed off replaced by an urgent rocking and quickened, impatient breathing. The delicious contractions that encircled Eric's cock resumed and drew him into another world. Their passion built to a crescendo. Essa screamed and shuddered while blackness enveloped Eric. It was the sharp pain in his left leg that awoke Eric. The wooden doll was wedged under his leg. Tired and drained he lurched to his feet, grabbed the doll, and stumbled towards the combination laundry room and bathroom. He placed the doll on the chest by the door Eric rummaged through the drawers of his father's roll top desk. He had been through them before but now he knew what he what he was looking for. Still he had found nothing. He straightened up in the swivel chair and glanced again at the open bottom drawer. It seemed to hold only some loose-leaf paper, used file folders, and an empty binder. However, something caught his eye. From the outside, the drawer seemed deeper than it appeared on the inside. Eric removed the contents and easily found the false bottom. At the bottom of the drawer were a series of CD's. Eric loaded the CD. While he waited for it to begin to play, he pushed the chair back from the desk and peered around the Chinese screen that separated the desk area from the rest of the room. The doll on the oak chest of drawers captured his gaze. His body tingled. Could she see what he was doing? Then Essa's voice crackled from the small speakers of the laptop. "I lived in Constanta. My father was a merchant prince. My mother had died during childbirth so each spring he sent me into the country to spend the summer with my aunt, Zincuda. She was my father's sister and a very vile woman. Oh, how I hated her. However, I liked her daughter Alyana and her son Stephan. Yes, how I liked Stephan!" she said with a giggle. "And did he like you?" The sound of his father's voice startled Eric. He had not heard it since before his father's death. Eric's interest in the recording intensified and he leaned closer to the laptop, which sat on the roll top desk. Eric had chosen the disc marked "Clue to the Beginning." He turned up the volume. His father had assumed the role of interviewer. What followed was a boring dialogue that centered on life in ancient Romania and a description of the countryside. Growing impatient, Eric fast-forwarded the recording until he found a section where Essa was describing a meeting between herself and Stephan. As he listened, he felt increasingly like a voyeur. Essa's teasing voice could be heard along with the sound of a zipper. "Before I continue, you need to get out of these. Oh what do we have here?" There was a pause in the dialogue followed by a male moan and a female giggle. "...So you want to know all the details...does it excite you?" There was joint laughter and then she resumed her story. "There was a stone shed where they stored the grain for the animals a short distance from the family cottage and barn. It also had some stalls for the spring lambs. I enjoyed going there to get away from my aunt. "My aunt and Alyana had taken the horse and wagon to the nearby village that day. They were taking some eggs, some freshly cured meat, and some baking into the market to barter for some of the things we needed. Each time I arrived at the farm I brought with me some silver coins, some bolts of cloth, and a case of wine. The wine and the coins never lasted long with Aunt Zincuda, especially the wine. She liked her fermented grapes. That meant that she had to regularly head into the village to maintain her wine cellar. "This left Stephan and I alone on the farm. I really fancied him. I often caught him looking at me. Stephan was working in the fields and when I finished my household chores, I headed to the shed with my diary to write and dream. "The lambs had recently been put out in the pasture and fresh straw lay in their pen. I pulled a sack of grain over to the window in the pen and opened the shutters. I used the stone windowsill as my tabletop. "The sun was warm. I lay my head upon my arm and leisurely scribed in my dairy with my pencil. I liked to watch how the soft graphite formed the letters. The scratching sounds of my pencil and the chirping of the birds must have lulled me to sleep for the next thing I felt was a brushing against my leg and a whisper in my ear. "In the country I wore simple clothing. That day I wore a plain red dress with lacing across the bodice. When I slept on the grain bag, my dress must have ridden up my legs. My feet and stockings were exposed and now a hand inched the hem of the dress upward to expose the bare skin above my calf length stockings. The feel of calloused fingers against my skin startled but excited me. Then I rejoiced at the soothing voice of Stephan in my ear. I remember the words to this day." "Oh my little cousin, I think you want this as much as I do...let me teach you the joys of life." "His words came in hurried gasps as one of his hands continued up my legs and then began to roam freely over my belly. His body, pressing against may back and shoulders, forced me to reposition myself. I now knelt on the grain sack allowing his other hand full access to my bodice, while his lips nuzzled by neck. I was soon aflame with desire. My hands assisted his in the undoing of the lacing of my dress and my chemise. My breasts burst free. "Stephan's hand cupped my breasts and is fingers alternately pinched my nipples while his other hand rubbed my clit through my bloomers. I felt the sensual heat and tension building within me. I thrust my hands behind me and found his throbbing member. My fingers sought out the buttons of his pants." "I remember Stephan chiding me, "Oh you are a little hussy! You have been down this road before!' "I just laughed and rubbed his hardness while I asked him if it mattered." My father's voice interrupted her story. "You mean you were not a virgin! This was not your first..." "Quiet, you old hypocrite," chided Essa. "That is another story. Let me finish one before I start another." Eric could hear his father's laughter in the background as Essa continued. "...This should help keep your mind on the things at hand..." A resonant groan followed and then there were the sounds of the day bed springs. Eric could only imagine how Essa was maintaining his father's concentration. The bed noise subsided and Essa's strong voice drowned out the rest of the background sounds. "I loosened the buttons on Stephan's trousers. Probing, I found his rampant cock and I began to stroke, just like this... Now how does that feel?" An audible male groan came from the speakers. "Oh you like that, do you?" There was another series of giggles, groans, and pants. Then Essa's voice continued the story. "After untying the string on my bloomers, his fingers found their way to my naked clit. I soon came over his fingers. "That seemed to stimulate him even more. He pushed me forward out over the windowsill and threw up my dress up over my back. Quickly he pulled down my drawers and let his pants fall to the floor. Then he firmly grasped my hips and began to slide his cock up and down my bum crack. Oh how delicious it felt...Oh yes, oh yes, I love to have my ass rubbed! That feels wonderful. Oh yes keep doing that! Essa's voice and breathing quickened. "Then his cock found my slit. Oh, it was a luscious feeling, as Stephan worked it in and out. Oh, God it feels...uh...uh... that feels so good. Keep doing that! Please don't stop!" The sounds of human passion and the squeaking daybed continued flow out of the laptop's speakers for several moments followed by only the sounds of heavy breathing. Eric found himself strangely aroused. Then Essa's panting voice broke the silence. As she continued her story, she regained her control. "I must have fainted and laid prostrate over the windowsill for the next thing I remember was the shock of cold water as it hit my face. I awoke to find my aunt yelling at me. "You strumpet... You brazen tart! You wantonly display yourself before my family!" I recoiled at her words and slid back off the sill and into the shadows of the shed. Stephan was nowhere to be found. I attempted to rearrange my wet clothes as she continued to shriek. Her words are burned into my memory. "Since you act like a shameless pig, you can live out here in the shed until your father calls for you or I find another way to be rid of you." "I stayed in the shed for the next month. Stephan was the only one who visited me. I guess Aunt Zincuda thought I would corrupt Alyana. Little did she know Stephan was the cause of my predicament and I made him pay for that too?" she said with a chuckle. The interview ended shortly after that. With shaking hands, Eric removed the disk and placed it back in its case. A stirring gnawed inside him. He pushed the chair back from the desk and starred again at the doll. His thumb pressed against her anal rosebud as Eric pummeled Essa's pussy with his cock. He felt the muscles in his lower abdomen and buttocks tense. "Oh God!" he yelled. Essa could feel her partner's excitement rising. "Wait!" screamed Essa as she pulled forcibly away from him and spun around. Her hands clapped down on the base of his cock and squeezed. The brief pain and steady pressure stemmed his desire for immediate release. "Did you not learn anything from your father's diary? I want to keep you around. I don't want to loose you like I did your father." When Eric tried to speak, Essa placed her fingers against his lips to silence him. "You can talk, but I want your tongue to speak another language." Essa lay back and drew his head down to her pussy. Gently, Eric's fingers traced the outer lips of her pussy. She pushed encouragingly against his fingertips as he outlined her hood and teased her with his hot breath. Essa squirmed and sighed. Her wetness swallowed his fingers as his tongue explored her clit. Essa's strong hands pressed his head into her when she came for the first time. His tongue danced over her responsive hardness. Essa continued bucking, shaking, and emitted an almost continuous erotic scream. "You fucking bastard!" she yelled when Eric's teeth scrapped over her clit followed by the rapid titillations of his tongue. "Oh fffuuuuuck that feels good," she managed to whine as her body tensed, quivered, and then went limp. Eric wiped is face with the back of his hand as he sat up on the bed. "Come, kneel closer beside me and watch," Essa cooed. Eric complied and stared. Her left hand stroked her breasts and played with her nipples. They grew to almond sized protrusions highlighted against her dark brown areolas. Eric bent forward and kissed each of them. Essa sighed. "Now, just look and enjoy. Let me entertain you." Essa's right hand moved to her pussy. The site before Eric was truly erotic. Eric enjoyed what he saw. It was like a scene from a porn movie. His urgency rose as he watched Essa masturbate. She looked directly at him. A look of wanton desire spread over her face. Then there was the grimace of pleasure. Eric's hands found his cock and attempted to match the beat of her movements. Essa's panting increased. Her back arched and she raised her head towards him. "Give it to me; please give it to me now! I...I...I neeed it noooow..." she gasped as she held her mouth wide open. His fist became a blur and ropes of cum soon cascaded towards her mouth. It was a sensual and tender moment; Eric and Essa lay together on the daybed. He kissed her lips and softly stroked the sides of her breasts. She in turn gently stroked is limp cock and he felt her breath against his neck. "Please be the one. I heard them say that the road out was the same as the road in. Please be the one that sets me free." It was only a softly whispered plea, but it penetrated directly to his heart. He found himself responding without hesitation. "I will my love," he mouthed silently as he closed his eyes, and feel into a deep sleep, "I will..." The Simple Blue Robe Ch. 03 "There was the sound of the switch rushing through the air and then a wail assailed my ears. Completely disorientated by the pain and humiliation, I realized that the howls I heard were my own. My Aunt Zincuda, dressed only in her chemise leaned over the carpenter's table. Her fingers reached out for the wood and kindling piled before me. A combination of rage and ecstasy grossly distorted her face. 'Qendressa,' she hissed in my face. 'You little bitch! This will teach you to seduce my son!' "Tears blurred my vision as I watched Zincuda grab the piece of rough-hewn sandalwood, which lay on the table beside me. I writhed and wriggled in protest as she began to secure it to my back with the series of long green willow twigs. I thrashed and swayed but I could do little, as my hands were tightly bound to the corners of the workbench with coarse hemp rope. When I tried to kick at my aunt, my actions met with more sound correction from the birch switch. Soon my ass was covered in thick painful weals and I could feel blood running down my legs." The words, which came from the laptop speakers, captivated Eric. A little detective work through the printed transcripts of his father's electronic diaries and a great deal of luck had lead Eric to the CD which was now playing. He listened intently as Essa recounted, to his father, the scene that had entrapped her hundreds of years ago. Her story, created in his mind, both erotic images and empathy for the poor trapped girl. Her words painted in fear and panic were addicting. He not only listened, as an eager learner hoping to gain knowledge about how Essa had been ensnared and thereby perhaps gain some knowledge of how to set her free, but also as an enthralled voyeur. Excitement grew within him. In a trembling voice, Essa continued her story. "Once Zincuda had secured the wood to my back she moved away from me and approached the man with the switch. He was thin, wiry, and dressed only in a dirty shirt. His hands were calloused and rough. When Zincuda approached him, a smile spread across his bearded and pock marked face. His black eyes gleamed with lust. They embraced in frenzy and tore at each other's clothes. Soon they were naked. "Their clothes were tossed at my feet along with the switch. I could see the droplets of my blood that still clung to the edges of the cruel birch and stained their garments. The searing pain in my buttocks soon began to ebb as I became engrossed in the erotic scene that was playing out before my eyes. "My aunt drew his face down so he could kiss her pendulous breasts and suck on her large, brown nipples. 'Oh Igor, that's it. Suck my tits!' she commanded as she reached out and grabbed his enormous cock. 'I have to get you ready!' He just continued to make sucking noises and moaned. "I could see her excitement growing. Her face as flushed and her breath came in short pants. She worked her hand furiously and his dick seemed to double in size before my eyes. Then her eyes met mine. Lust, dominance, and hatred filled her fiery gaze. What had I done to deserve such treatment? Bewildered, I cried out. "Auntie, please... "A sharp backhand slap across my face silenced my plea. Zincuda continued with her attention to Igor until she felt he was ready. Then she shrieked, 'Now Igor, now! Work your magic! Bind her away. Then we will all be rich...' "Zincuda spun Igor around to face my exposed ass. With a series of deft leg sweeps, she further spread my legs. Then there was the painful shock, as the bulbous head of his cock began to work in and out of my pussy. Pain began to turn to pleasure. My breathing began to change and I closed my eyes. "Now Igor! Now!' screamed my aunt. " Igor began to chant as he plunged in and out of my pussy. 'Three by three and three again...willow and wood cling and bind...seed of man unite and join...' Then he withdrew from me only to thrust again. I twisted and avoided his first thrust, but he thrust again. Oh David it was awful..." Essa's voice dissolved into a series of sobs. Eric could hear his father trying to comfort Essa and imploring her to continue. She did however, her muffled voice was hard to understand. Eric had to replay that section of the disk several times. Nevertheless, the only words he could decipher were...awful...searing pain...fainted... and blackness. Frustrated Eric made a few cryptic notes on the yellow pad he now kept on the desk beside the laptop and turned in the chair to gaze at the doll on the chest of drawers. It was early in the afternoon, and the sandalwood doll now lay beside him on the daybed. He was beginning to learn the rules for handing the doll and had been careful not to touch the wood with his bare hands as he excitedly carried it to the bed. Naked, his anticipation of what was to come was already beginning to show. Eric cautiously removed the small silk robe and examined the back of the doll. There were pale lines on the sides of the ribcage and a mark that paralleled the spine and ended just above the buttocks. Could these marks be the remnants of the willow bindings and the wood in Essa's story? Intrigued, Eric peered closer. Upon a more exacting investigation, he could also see a series of faint, lateral marks, which extended across the curve of the doll's bottom. The description of Essa's whipping filled his mind. He could not resist the urge to touch them. Suddenly, everything went blurry and black. Essa lay on the bed on her stomach with her head propped up on her left elbow with her knees adjacent to the pillows and Eric's head. Her feet moved back and forth in the air to the beat of the movements of her hand. She was stroking Eric's cock. "So you like touching my ass, do you?" Essa teased with a laugh. He did not respond immediately, but a sharp tug freed up his tongue. "Ouch! Hey, go easy, there! That's the only one I got," he cried. Another sharp tug encouraged a more detailed reply. "Yes, yes I do like rubbing your ass. It's...it's a very beautiful ass and I have trouble keeping my hands off of it." Eric continued between pants of pain and pleasure. Essa's response was a laugh followed by a quick turn of her body and a playful leap. She now straddled him. Essa's arms embraced his hips, her breasts pushed hard against his stomach, and she began to smother him in kisses. Eric gasped. Exposed to his view now was Essa's beautiful womanhood. The firm, creamy, globes of her buttocks and whisks of chocolate brown hair framed her pussy. A little succulent nectar had already started to escape from the outer lips. The sight inflamed Eric. His hands grabbed her hips. He arched his neck. His lips and tongue lapped at her slit. Essa squirmed and pushed back against his mouth. She moaned as she feverously sucked at his cock. She could feel the tension building in both of them. Suddenly, she felt a sharp slap against her ass and then another. She writhed against the pain and tried to escape. However, Eric hands firmly held her hips and his tongue continued to tantalize. Realizing that Eric meant no harm and only desired to please her, Essa pushed back hard against his face. Eric's tongue now seemed to fill her completely. Essa shuddered and convulsed. She let go if his cock. Her open her mouth hovered over Eric's throbbing cock and his cum splashed against the back of her mouth. Essa greedily swallowed all of Eric's essence. The salty sweet tastes her sly reward. She relished the moment then languidly stretched out over Eric's leg allowing her breasts to touch and tease his now shrinking cock. A celebratory smile spread over Essa's face. They had cheated the carpenter's curse one more time. The two lovers lay inter-twined. Each softly caressed the other. Essa enjoyed the soothing touch of Eric's hands. She repositioned her body, curled up into Eric's embrace, and nuzzled her face into the hollow of his neck. They were still and silent for a moment enjoying the glow of post coitial bliss. "That was nice," Essa whispered. "I feel safe and warm in your arms. I wish I could be with you always," "You are safe with me," he replied. "We see each..." "Only when you have a sexual need and decide to feel up the doll!" she fumed and spun away from his arms. A look of shock and dismay spread over Eric's face. "You're just like all the rest!" she yelled as she bent over him. Fury and frustration contorted her countenance. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm still trapped, don't you understand! I don't want to live only when you touch my ass!" She collapsed, weeping, against his chest. "But Essa, I am trying..." "Everyone has been trying!" she sobbed. "They have been trying to rape, molest, and defile me. No one wants to help me! No one loves me, just for me." She slipped to the floor at the side of the bed, buried her head in the pillows, and began to cry uncontrollably. Eric knew there was nothing he could do or say at this moment. He just softly stroked her hair and her back and waited. It took a while, but Essa finally calmed down. The two of them curled up together like spoons on the daybed. They watched the rest of the day pass outside the window talking little and hugging a lot. At dusk, Eric prepared a plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers. He also opened one of the last bottles of his father's Cabarnet-Sharaz. In candlelight, they ate and talked. During the afternoon and the evening, each time Eric tried to steer the conversation to the scene in the carpenter's shop, Essa tensed and went silent. Nevertheless, he did learn that her father imported only the finest fabrics, oils, perfumes, and woods from Persia and India. As a result, her family had grown very rich and powerful while the family of her aunt languished in countryside. The pieces of silver that Essa brought with each summer visit never lasted long. What should have lasted a peasant family more than an entire year, Zincuda squandered on wine and presents for herself and her friends in just a few short months. Her hatred for her brother and his daughter grew and festered like a boil. When she learned that Qendressa was to be married to the son of another rich merchant prince in the fall, the boil became inflamed. Upon catching Qendressa and Stephan together in the shed, her hatred burst forth. Zincuda, together with her lover, the carpenter, hatched a plan using faerie magic to remove Essa from the scene. Then her daughter, Alyana, could marry son of the merchant prince, and she would become rich. Unfortunately, Zincuda overlooked human nature. Essa's father, overcome with the grief of loosing his only daughter, severed all ties with his sister. She received nothing for her evil actions but Qendressa remained trapped in a piece of sandalwood...forever. The last red flares of the sunset faded into blackness and the candles began to burn out one by one. The two lovers lay cuddled like spoons on the bed as darkness enveloped them. "Eric I want to see the sunrise in your arms." whispered Essa. She arched her back and pushed back against him. She smiled to herself when she could feel his hardness begin to creep into the hollow between her ass and her legs. Eric's fingers began to trace delicate circular patterns on her cheek and then down her throat to her breast. Essa moaned softly and said. "Star light, star bright, first star I see to night, I wish..." her voice trailed off. "What do you wish for my love?" There was a long pause. Essa knew what she wanted to say, but she could not form the words. Finally, a single word slipped from her lips. "Freedom," she whispered. The effect of that solitary word was dramatic. It seared through Eric's brain stimulating a series of thoughts, images, glimpses of partial plans. He became still and silent. She sensed his distraction and feared that he was about to leave her. "Hold me. Hug me. Please don't go," she pleaded softly as she reached out and touched his thigh. Eric vaguely heard her words, but failed to comprehend their meaning. Her touch however, brought him out of his dream-like haze. He responded by kissing her on the neck, pulling her even closer to him, and he began to play with the nipple of her right breast. Essa responded with a smile and a sigh. She liked having her nipples rubbed. Manipulating them seemed to directly stimulate her clit. It grew hard along with her nipples. Essa savored the warm sensations that spread throughout her breasts and pussy. She found herself rocking gently against Eric in response to his hot breath and kisses on her neck. Languidly she turned to lie on her back. Eric responded by continuing to cup her breasts and bending forward so that he could suck her nipples. "Oh sweetie, that's what I like...it feels so good," mewed Essa. "How does this feel?" she teased as she began to stroke his cock. The answer was quickly apparent. Eric whimpered and hardened in response to her quickening strokes. She gasped when his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside her. Eric worked his fingers in and out of her now sopping tunnel. He enjoyed the feel of her rhythmic contractions around his fingers and hardness of her nipple against his tongue. He curled his fingers and rubbed the thickness along the front of her vagina. Essa let out a series of short, high pitched grunts, and covered his hand with her essence. "Oh I'm going to make you pay for that," Essa panted. Eric just leaned back and smiled. His fingers were now at his lips. When his fingers left his mouth he replied, "I love your taste." Then he added with a wicked smile, " Just how are you going to make me pay?" "Watch me," was all she said as Essa adjusted her position on the bed, spread her legs, and began to massage her body with her hands. Eric watched mesmerized as the fingers of Essa's right hand manipulated her pussy while the fingers of her left hand played with her nipples. He was surprised at how hard she seemed to rub, squeeze, and tug. He involuntary reached for his cock and began to stroke it. The movements of her right hand quickened. Soon her fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy. Her eyes closed. A red blush spread up her throat and over her face. Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She rolled her head back, her body convulsed as her open mouth emitted a silent scream. Eric could not believe the feelings that watching Essa masturbate created within him. His heart raced. Electric sensations tantalized his mind and body. He quivered and raged with passion. His cock was as hard as steel. Release was near. Then came the sultry look from Essa's grey-green eyes. They encouraged action from Eric and invited him to move closer. He quickly crawled towards Essa and straddled her chest. She did not say a thing, yet her mouth opened in wanton invitation. His cock slipped between her breasts and Essa mounded them around his cock. For Eric, the sensations he was feeling were new and uncharted territory. The feelings from his cock radiated through his entire consciousness. He rocked back and forth and the tension grew within him until he felt he would explode. Tiny, quick gasps from Essa triggered the explosion. Long ropes of cum cascaded from his cock to land on Essa's neck, chin, and cheeks. Eric leaned back and watched his cock wilt between Essa's breasts. She silently smiled as Eric reached forward and wiped a gob of cum from her chin. He presented it to her lips and enjoyed the sensual feeling of her tongue as she deftly licked it off. The rest of the cum was cleaned-up in a similar fashion. When the last drop was sucked from his fingers, he bent forward and delicately kissed her. "Thank you my sweet," she whispered. "That is the best present you could give both of us." They now stood before the den window and watched the waning crescent moon drop behind the mountains on the purple horizon. Sunrise would occur in a few moments. Eric hugged Essa. He reveled in the sensations of her buttocks pressing against his upper thighs and her back against his chest. Her hands gently covered his and guided them as they caressed her belly and breasts. However, the touches did not arouse passion only warmth and contentment. Their sexual desires had been satisfied. Eric had surprised himself by cumming three more times after his violent explosion between Essa's breasts. Essa in turn had gratefully received and delighted in each of his gifts. They enjoyed a long, luxurious, shower, which only ended when the hot water was exhausted. An energetic mutual toweling followed by shared oil and cream massages ended their romantic interlude. Now they stood naked and satiated at the den window waiting for the sunrise. Essa was full of cum, and perhaps for the first time, love. "Mmmm..." she sighed, "I feel good...Eric, you make me feel so wonderful and safe. I usually fear the nigh, especially moonless one but... "I want you to feel safe and sound," Eric whispered softly in her ear. "Oh look," cried Essa. "There is the last night star." A small pinpoint of light hung in the sky just over the peak of the far off mountain. As the star's faint twinkling light disappeared in the brightening sky, Eric heard Essa softly say, "...Starlight, star bright, last star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might..." With those words filling his head, Eric promised himself that he would not call on Essa again until he could set her free. The Simple Blue Robe Ch. 04 This is the last in the Blue Robe series. Although this segment stands on its own, I encourage you to read the other chapters to put everything in context. I hope you enjoy... Eric finished lighting the last of the candles. He had left the curtains open and he could see the moon rising above the mountains on the far horizon. Eric stood naked and trembling before the oak chest. The doll, which stood on top of the chest surrounded by pictures of his father and the rest of his family, captured his gaze. When his fingers touched the wooden doll, they tingled. Excitement and anxiety filled him. Eric had been preparing for this moment for the past seven weeks. He nervously carried the doll, cradled in the palms of his hands, to the daybed, and gently laid it on the pillows. Eric was careful that he touch on the doll's robe and no the wood. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He was prepared. Everything was in place. The sun was waning. It was time. Eric glanced back around the room then knelt beside the bed and gently began to stroke the doll's legs. The room swirled before his eyes and blackness enveloped him. Eric shook the dizziness from his head and marveled, as he always did, at the transformation that had taken place. Before his eyes, instead of the doll lying before him on the pillow, there lay a beautiful olive skinned beauty wrapped only in a thin floral robe: an exact duplicate of the doll's robe. His eyes moved from the hem of the robe, which seductively revealed most of her thighs to her hips. Those hips now turned towards him and steeled his gaze. They tempted him, but slowly his eyes moved on to her breasts, partially exposed by the gape of the robe. He watched intently as her rhythmic breathing gradually brought the edge of the right areola into view. He tentatively reached out to touch it. A sharp slap against his hand and a sharp voice stopped him. "Eric, what the hell have you been doing? It has been weeks and weeks. I have needed you!" her voice rose in pitch and volume with each word. "I thought I was more than just a sexy toy to you!" Tears of anger and frustration now spilled down her cheeks. She reached out to grab him and draw him near. Eric eluded her grasp, seized her shoulders, and pushed her back onto the bed with all the force he could muster. It took all the emotional strength he had not to kiss her and fall into her spell. Instead, he matched her vocal intensity and volume and spat back at her. "Look you can remain my cum whore doll forever locked in that wooden form or tonight you can trust me and take the chance to escape that spell which binds you! Do you want to suck my cock and return to your wooden form or listen to what I have planned?" Eric sat in the middle of the den floor. The legs of the butcher-block table can into focus and the discomfort of sitting in a pile of wooden shavings penetrated his legs and butt. His head throbbed. Waves of nausea racked his body. His ears rang. What had happened? Through blinking eyes, the world around him gradually came into focus. Early morning sunlight peaked through the den windows. Its brightness hurt his eyes. Eric instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes and suddenly touched something soft and warm. Startled, he recoiled. With a slow turn of his head, Eric realized that he was leaning against a woman's naked legs. Fear gripped him as the memory of the events of the night before slowly seeped into his consciousness. While everything around him looked familiar, things appeared to have changed. He felt different The recognizable features of his father's den provided some comfort. Reassured, he tentatively began to examine the form of the naked woman. She was unconscious and bound hand and foot to a butcher-block table. He was seated awkwardly at her feet, eye level with her spread buttocks. Eric's eyes began to examine the woman, however, before he could complete his observations, pain burned through his legs and lower back. Muscle cramps racked his thighs. He rolled on his side, hobbled to his feet, and tried to shake off the cramps by shuffling around the room. The leg pains slowly faded but the nagging soreness in his lower back remained. Eric bent forward rubbed his thighs and then his calves as he attempted to touch his toes and stretch out his arching back muscles. Shock filled his brain. For the first time since he had awakened, he examined his body. It was his body he was sure, but somehow it was different. He had a slight paunch. Grey-black hair was now in placed he had never had hair before. His knees seemed knobbier and there were small age spots on his hands. What had happened to him? Then he glanced across the room at the woman who was bound to the heavy wooden table. She looked like Essa only she was older. The hips were a little broader, the skin not quite as smooth, and the hair a littler greyer. Nevertheless, he recognized women as Essa. It had worked. Panic now filled his soul. Eric rushed to the prostrate form, relieved to find her breathing with shallow ragged breaths. Quickly her untied her and carried her to the daybed. He propped her up with pillows and rushed to the bathroom. There he grabbed a basin from under the sink, filled it with lukewarm water, grabbed a wash cloth and some hand towels and returned to Essa's side. There he dabbed her parched lips with the damp washcloth and wiped her face. Her body was hot and sweaty. Eric continued with the sponge bath. When he was finished, Eric pulled the comforter over her body, gently kissed her forehead and cheek, and lay down beside her. Her body was now cold and goose bumps appeared on her expose skin. Eric cradled her body offering her his body heat. He closed his eyes and prayed. The room danced before his eyes in a surreal dream. Before him, Essa was bent over the butcher block with her limbs securely bound to its legs with thick hemp ropes. Weeks of research and work had turned his father's old den into a replica of the carpenter's shop where the wood worker and Essa's evil aunt had enslaved her as a wooden doll. To break the spell and set Essa free, Eric had to re-enact the events of that night over 200 years before. The sun had just set and now the flickering light of over 20 tea candles lit the room. On the coffee table by the day bed, the moonflowers were in full bud, ready to burst forth in flower. His investigations in mythology revealed that they could absorb evil spirits when they bloomed at night. Eric had followed all the instructions given by the florist and was assured that they would be in full bloom by midnight. Essa was silent in her restraints. She nervously bit her lower lip and watched Eric's movements as he spread cedar and oak wood shavings on the hardwood floor. Images of the original carpenter's shop flashed through her mind. Naked, Eric approached Essa. In one hand, he held a switch made of willow twigs and in the other was a bottle of massage oil. Her eyes widened with anxiety and fear as he drew near. "We do not have to go through with this, you know." His voice quivered as he fought back his self-doubt. "I know. I know, but I cannot go on like this. I want this chance to escape and live a normal life." Then with tears in her eyes she pleaded, "You can set me free, can't you Eric?" He stepped to the head of the table and gently stroked her cheek. Fear knotted his stomach and acid burned at the back of his throat. He set the switch and oil on the table on either side of her hips and gently caressed her shoulders. He knelt before her and saw the fear in her eyes. He softly kissed them shut and sighed "I will set you free." Then he stood and began to massage her back. "Now relax and think pleasant thoughts." Eric closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer. Her skin felt soft and smooth beneath his fingers. She trembled slightly and then he could feel her begin to unwind as he increased his pressure and rhythm. Her heat radiated up through them. He stepped closer and bent forward so he could reach the backs of her thighs. Eric enjoyed the feel of her warm breath against his lower abdomen. As he increased his massage rate, Essa moved against her bindings, repositioning herself and arching her back. He felt her lips against his skin. Erotic determination replaced Eric's fear. He leaned over her back and began to knead her firm buttocks. The tips of his fingers slipped between her ass cheeks. Essa's breath was hot against the base of his cock. He felt himself begin to harden as her teeth pulled against his public hair. Eric knew he must retain controlled arousal and pulled back. He stood before her and gently stoked her hair and face. She looked up at him. A combination of erotic desire and fear filled her eyes. "I need you," she hissed. "Please do it. I want you to do it..." she pleaded as she strained against her restraints. Eric nervously smiled and walked around the table so that he now stood behind her. His semi-erect cock brushed against her buttocks as he reached for the massage oil and squeezed some into the palm of his hand. The oil's coolness was in sharp contrast to the warmth of her skin. Eric warmed the oil by rubbing it between his palms and then started to massage Essa's shoulders and neck. His cock now brushed rhythmically against her ass when he massaged. He noticed the trail of precum his movements left on her buttocks and smiled. Her body now glistened with the oil. Eric knelt between her spread legs rubbing her thighs and calves. His thumbs teased the recesses of her upper thighs and brushed against her pussylips. Essa squirmed and pushed against his touches. His hands separated her buttocks exposing her puckered hole to his view. The fingers of one hand found her dripping pussy and easily slipped past its outer lips, while the fingers of the other hand maintained the spread of her ass cheeks. His pursed his lips and delivered short puffs of hot air over her rosebud. Essa squirmed and moaned. Eric delivered several sharp smacks to her ass. Essa cried out sharply and strained against the ropes. Her writhing and cries excited Eric. He continued and soon a fresh red glow beckoned him. Eric's hands returned to Essa's buttocks, but this time not to administer pain but to soothe and caress. His mouth skimmed over her inflamed skin to kiss, taste, and tantalize. His tongue stretched forward to tease her clit. Essa's sweet nectar mixed with the tart taste of the citrus massage oil spurred him on and he probed deeper. Eric's thumbs rubbed Essa's rosebud. She gasped, squirmed, and then writhed in orgasm. Then Eric's fingers replaced his tongue. They worked and out of Essa's pussy at a furious pace while the thumb of his other hand worked on her anus. Eric stood back from Essa. The willow switch dropped from his hand. The angry raised weals on her ass cheeks left by the switch caused him a momentary pause. Nevertheless, the globes of her buttocks beckoned and glistened in the candlelight. Her breathing was a combination of erotic pants and painful sobs. Eric stroked his cock. The moment of indecisive action stretched out in slow motion. Eric shook his head and trembled. He glanced at the plant on the coffee table. The moonflower was blooming. The time was right. He recognized what he had to do. He knew what to say but worried if he could pronounce it correctly. For another long moment, he paused. Then he stepped forward. He felt the heat radiating from Essa's body. Eric briefly stroked frantically, then he aimed, plunged and yelled, "Qendressa, întoarcere la spre eu! (Qendressa, return to me!). White light scorched through Eric's brain, then there was searing pain, then mercifully, nothing but blackness. The sounds of sobs penetrated the grayness. Eric opened his eyes. He found himself bathed in sweat lying on the day bed. Beside him was Essa, not the young nymph of the magical wooden doll, but a mature woman. The events of the night before flooded back over him. The spell had been broken. She had been released, however the penalty was that they had both been aged. Eric looked down at his body. He guessed that he was now in his fifties. He felt confused and disoriented but sound of Essa's sobs created an urgency within him that overcame his bewilderment. He reached out and touched her shoulder. The sobbing changed to a heart-wrenching wail. Eric instinctively pulled on Essa's shoulder rolling her onto her back and into his arms. He cradled her and gently brushed the tears from her cheeks while kissing her forehead. "There, there, my beautiful lady," he softly whispered. "Everything is all right now. You are safe with me for as long as you want to say...you are free..." Eric's cheeks were wet with tears as he finished speaking and he found himself hugging her tightly. There they remained on the daybed locked in a gentle embrace. Essa was the first to move. She slipped free of his arm and raised herself up on her elbow. Curled up on his side, Eric appeared to be sleeping. He was breathing slowly and deeply. Feelings of apprehension and melancholy tumbled through her mind as she gently traced her fingers over his face, his shoulder, and down his chest. The man before her was definitely Eric, but he was older. Gone was the hard, determined young man, replaced by an older softer version. Scenes of the previous night flashed through her mind and so did a kaleidoscope of memories from her past. She was now free of the old spell, but at what price. What she had become, old? Would this man love her for whom she was or embrace her in her new form. Fearful tears welled up in her eyes and she sought comfort against his shoulder. His warmth against her cheek consoled her and she sought further reassurance through her hands. Essa pushed against Eric's shoulder. He rolled peacefully onto his back. She knelt beside him and nuzzled into his neck kissing the soft skin, which formed the hollow of his collarbone. Eric sighed. The fingers of her right hand delicately teased the grey-black hair, which now covered his chest. Essa liked its sensuous feel. She kissed his nipples. His scent and taste aroused her. Her right hand began to explore his stomach, hips, and upper thighs. An old, familiar stirring began to build within Essa. Her breasts tingled and her nipples hardened as her fingers curled around Eric's cock. His legs slowly opened to her explorations and she increased the intensity of her hand movements. Warmth began to build in her lower belly her dampness soon mirrored the drops of precum, which now formed at the end of Eric's penis. Essa changed position on the bed. Eric appeared oblivious to her attentions. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of peaceful contentment. This was in sharp contrast to the hunger and urgency, which was building within Essa. However, this need was not the old necessity of survival, but on new desire, which she did not understand. As Essa stroked Eric's cock, she moved her other hand down to touch and tease her pubic hair. Its warmth and wetness excited her. Essa's fingers circled and slipped over her clit. A sudden electric jolt caused her to gasp. Then her fingertips slipped past her pussy lips and into her vaginal opening. She moaned and increased her hand movements both within her and around Eric's cock. A new eagerness and hunger filled her. Essa shifted her body and bent forward. Her lips encompassed his hardness. She felt his heat against her tongue. Desire, need, and fear filled her mind as she rubbed and sucked his cock. Her rhythm increased with her urgency. Essa rapidly rubbed her thumb over her clit. She felt Eric's body tense. Then his hot cum splashed against the back of her throat. As she reveled in its salty-sweet taste, panic filled her mind. She braced herself for the stiffening pain of the agonizing change back to the doll, but nothing happened. Instead of the emotional and physical ache of returning to her wooden imprisonment, she enjoyed the erotic euphoria of her climax, the taste of Eric's sperm, and the feel of his cock as it softened in her mouth. She relaxed. Essa turned her head and rested it on Eric's stomach. Tears began run down her cheeks as she felt Eric's fingers move through her hair. He stroked her cheek and gently wiped away her tears. "You are very beautiful," he sighed. "I'm so glad you are here..." "You cannot mean that," she interrupted. "Look at me, I'm old. I've changed. Look..." She sat up, her face a mask of horror and pain. "Look at me! Look at me!" she sobbed as lowered her head and ran her hands over her body. Eric shifted his position on the bed and pushed Essa onto her back. "Essa, we've both changed. Look at me, I'm older too!" She shuddered and continued to sob. Bending forward, he kissed away her tears and softly stroked her forehead and cheeks. "I love more than just your body. I have fallen in love with the person inside you," he whispered as their lips met. They hugged, kissed, and caressed each other's bodies. As the increasing morning light streamed through the window, Essa's olive skin radiated a soft erotic glow. Eric's fingers traced slow patterns over her breasts and stomach. As he did so, he realized that the woman before him was like a very fine wine. Age had only increased her beauty and desirability. Eric's teased Essa's nipples and hardened under his touch. She sighed and her hand moved to his thighs. Gentle touches and strokes soon brought his limp member to readiness. Eric alternately sucked Essa's nipples. His tongue traced circular patterns around her areoles. She moaned softly and pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and softly kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear lobes. He gently pushed his cock up and down against her abdomen. Essa's hands cupped his shoulders and pushed. His hips slid slowly down her body and he felt his penis slide through her pubic hair. Tender warmth spread through Essa's body. Her breathing quickened and she slowly opened her legs. Passionate sighs emanated from her throat as Eric's cock head slipped between her pussy lips and slid slowly into her vagina. They made love in a leisurely, erotic waltz. Eric came first with Essa following shortly, stimulated by the splash of his sperm against her cervix. They cuddled on the day bed in post coitial bliss. Together they watched the birds at the feeder through the window. Sunlight now fully bathed the room. Essa played with the grey hairs on Eric's chest. "Those are going to take a little while to get used to," confessed Eric. "Small price to pay though..." Essa gave him a quizzical look. "Well I've aged, but I've got you," he continued with a smile. Essa frowned. "Well I do, don't I?" Eric inquired incredulously. Essa looked away and her eyes clearly scanning the room. Eric's heart froze. Then suddenly she looked up, her face radiant and smiling. "Of course you have me for as long as you want me. However, you must promise me a few things." "Like what," he replied hardheartedly. "Well..." She buried her head in his chest and hugged him tightly. "Promise me that you will get rid of the butcher block, burn the switch, and never take up carpentry." Eric roared with laughter and began tickle her sides. Essa screamed with laughter. "Those are easy promises to keep," he grinned trying to contain the squirming girl. They both ended up on the floor in each other's arms. Eric stoked her cheek and said, "Come on beautiful lady, let's have a shower and then we can start the first day of the rest of your life by taking all of this stuff to the dump." This has been a fun and challenging series to write. I hope you have enjoyed the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. If you have comments or storyline suggests please contact me. I would like to hear from you.