Sweet "Nectar" Recipe

2 Cups Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice

6 Hulled Strawberries




1/4 Cup Blueberries

1 Cup Sliced Peaches





1 Banana

1 tsp Powdered Sugar




4 Ice Cubes



Blend on high & drink a few hours before oral aerobics commences.

Sweet Jasmine

I don’t exactly remember what first drew me to Herald’s. I’ve always loved books, I suppose, but they were never really THAT important to me. But Herald’s brought new light to the issue. Herald’s was a very classy and comfortable bookstore around the corner from my house, in my hometown, and it radiated warmth and relaxation from every corner.

Struggling firmly and rebelliously against the cookie-cutter and impersonal bookstores of the new Millennium, Herald’s was a pleasing contrast to the repetitious boredom of life. Inside Herald’s, with their solid granite fireplace and Victorian style rooms, I could bury myself deep in the pages of a good book and let my imagination run wild. One week I was the bold leader of the French Revolution. The next week I was a knight of King Arthur’s Round Table.

Sometimes I would find myself so caught up in one of the books, that my mind would drift off into the great limbo of my fantasies and I would find myself daydreaming. Embarrassed, I would wake up from my “cat-nap” to find the book neatly closed and sitting upon my lap and the smell of jasmine in the air around me. Often, I wondered if the sweet perfume had an owner, or if they simply emanated from the surrounding bouquets, and if I would ever meet said owner.

This pattern went on for quite a few months, with my mysterious benefactor delicately replacing my book upon my lap. Then one day I awoke to a surprise. Upon opening my book I found a flower pinched between the bindings and a note pinned to the page.

The sharp, firm script jumped across the note, with a casual invitation.

Good evening my darling dreamer,

I have a suggestion for your reading pleasure tomorrow. Ask the woman at the front desk for a little “light” reading.

Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

Kisses,

Jasmine

At first I was in awe at the message. I couldn’t fathom the unlimited possibilities of who my secret admirer could be. Casually I looked around the reading quarter. A short, older woman smiled at me from the seat facing me, and I cringed internally. A few more smiles from a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead and I decided it was best to wait.

That night, after I had crawled in between the covers, I found myself unable to stay focused upon my most recent novel interest. Time and again my thoughts returned to the sweet smell of the jasmine bud which I had found inside the book earlier that evening. And once again my mind returned to the handwriting on the note. Delving into the endless void of my creative center I began to picture the hands of Jasmine, as she held the pen firmly between her delicate fingers. From there I pictured the gentle, yet quick strokes of her arm as the pen danced across the paper. Next came her body, hunched over an English scrolled writing desk, protectively guarding the note upon which she scrawled my message. And finally came her face. A vision of beauty beyond compare, the deep blue penetrating gleam in her eye radiated confidence and inner strength. And then she smiled, as she finished the signature on her note, and my heart skipped a beat.

And soon after I drifted off to sleep, my mind racing with visions of my sweet, sweet Jasmine.

The following morning, I lazily rolled out of bed and showered the blissful sleep out of my body. Not much do I remember of the days events, as my mind repeatedly wandered toward my evening encounter.

Like clockwork, I parked on the street in front of the bookstore at 6 o’clock and took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. The giddy excitement of my mystery encounter was an intoxicating experience, the butterflies in my stomach sending sharp tendrils of pain deep in the pit of my gut. Feeling a bit adventurous and corny, I placed the flat bud of the jasmine flower into my shirt pocket and made my way toward Herald’s.

With a pitiful attempt at casual curiosity, I strolled up to the Information Desk in the store and asked the woman sitting there “Um . . . you wouldn’t happen to have any suggestions for light reading, would you?”

With a hint of interest the tall, dark-haired woman handed me a small slip of paper and went back to her computer. Slightly confused I looked down at the sheet and immediately recognized the distinctive handiwork of my dear Jasmine in the signature that covered the outside surface of the note.

Inside the note I found a neatly scribed call number and nothing else. Subduing the butterflies for a moment longer, I continued my trek towards the back of the store in the less frequented section of Botanical Studies.

A few minutes later I located the title “Sweet Jasmine” and with a deep smile, leaned forward to claim the tall, thin book. Then I was startled as another hand softly covered my own from the other side of the bookcase. The small delicate fingers affectionately stroked my own thicker fingers and I felt a small spark of heat shoot through my body, deep into the pleasure centers of my brain.

“Sit down over there with your book and enjoy the show,” came a soft whisper from across the book.

My curiosity thoroughly piqued by now, I leaned back into the fat, plump chair behind me, opened the book, and stared casually at the periodic openings in the bookcase. For a split second I caught a gleam of her deep blue eyes and my mind erupted with interest. At least that part of my dream had been accurate.

From the puzzle-piece viewpoints of her, I could only guess at what she was up to, but it appeared that she had one of her feet propped up on one of the shelves and was bending over. My mind on fire with excitement, I strained my neck to gain a better vantage-point of the situation, but gained nothing. Then she rose up once more, so that she was facing me, and again propped her foot onto one of the bookshelves. This time, as her short skirt climbed slowly up her deliciously lean thigh, I caught a glimpse of smoothly shaved skin.

At first I thought that I was imagining it, so I leaned forward as far as possible, but my suspicions where confirmed when her skirt was lifted an inch further and I was treated to an unobstructed view of her sex. I was in awe of the situation that was unfolding before me. Nervously, I scanned the surrounding bookshelves, but soon realized that there was a specific reason she had chosen Botanical Studies as the location for our “introduction”. Nobody ever browsed the Botanical Studies.

When I had returned my eyes to the show, I was startled to see that Jasmine had buried her middle finger up to the knuckle in her pussy, and her free hand was holding her lips wide open. I felt a sharp pain in my crotch and realized that my dick had swelled from the visual stimulation and was awkwardly pressing against my jeans, forcing me to give a sharp tug to reposition everything.

I watched with intense fascination as her finger withdrew slightly from her hole, and a noticeable trail of fluid flowed out, to coat her finger and pussy with a nice, wet shine. Briefly her finger completely withdrew and vanished upwards, until I heard a deep, stirring moan. “Finger lickin’ good” she whispered, with a trace of humor. Then her finger once again found the tunnel inside her passion, and the bookshelf shook slightly as she pressed up against it.

This time her pace was much more rushed as she slid a second finger in, grinding her hips wildly against her fingers, as if she were riding a lover’s cock. Absent-mindedly my hand had drifted towards my crotch and I was rubbing myself hard through my jeans, as she reached the peak of her sensual ministrations. Then I heard a slight squeal, as if she was attempting to bite back a scream, and drove both fingers deep inside.

Her breathing finally began to settle as she rode the last few waves of her pleasure, sliding her sweetly coated fingers out of her pussy.

“Now . . . close your eyes.” She commanded in a heated whisper.

“But . . . when am I going to be able to see you? I . . .”

“Don’t ruin the moment, daydreamer . . . just close your eyes.”

With a deep sigh I leaned back into the chair and closed my eyes, straining to compensate for my loss of vision with my other senses. I felt movement around me, but I didn’t want to risk upsetting her and the moment by opening my eyes, so I sat there, motionless.

“Same time next week?” she breathed softly into my ear, her lips just inches from me. As I opened my mouth to speak I suddenly found two fingers invading my lips, treating me to her sweet taste that she had commented on so few minutes prior. Savoring the sweet nectar I licked every inch of her fingers, moaning softly at the way she made my blood race..

And then she was gone. Caught in my own private world, I nearly awoke with the sudden realization that I was all alone. Sitting upright, I opened my eyes and looked around, but saw no one. Disappointed, I slumped down in my seat and sighed. Then a heartfelt smile crept across my tired, worn face as I raised a small single flower from my lap and breathed its aroma deeply.

“My sweet, sweet Jasmine.”

The Perfect Escape

Groggily, Henry awoke to the pleasant sound of birds chirping. The warm sun glinted through the window, cascading across the room in a patchwork of radiant energy. Rousing him from his solace, a cool, crisp breeze billowed through the room, sending a slight shiver up his spine.

Stumbling out of bed, Henry walked through the labyrinth of rooms and by chance found himself in the kitchen. He emptied the last remaining drops of cold, stale coffee from his cup and refilled with the fresh pot that had been brewing.

Toting his daily java he stepped out onto the back deck and surveyed the scene beneath him. No matter how many times he saw it, he felt a dwarfing sense of amazement. Behind the summer “cottage” that Henry and his fiancée, Julie, had rented for the summer were endless miles of trees. Some of the trees were as big around as a small car.

Heading back into the house to freshen up, Henry caught sight of the very object that had plagued him so badly the past year. Leaning down he examined the cold, flat, unforgiving monitor. Striking a random key, his screen saver vanished revealing his latest work. Henry sighed deeply.

Two months now at this summer retreat and he had still only managed a few paragraphs. This writer’s block was devouring him piece by piece. What would be left of Tom Henry Allen III if he couldn’t write anymore?

Rubbing his eyes, Henry avoided the self-imposed question and decided it was time for a shower. On his way, he noticed a note on the kitchen table from Julie. She had gone for a walk down to the local grocery to pick up some breakfast.

A walk? More like a hike in this alienated place, he thought to himself. Henry’s laptop had been the first import of modern technology into this place in the last ten years.

Strolling lazily towards the shower, Henry tapped on the small clock radio in the bedroom and grabbed a towel. As the warm, massaging flow cascaded down his body, Henry’s mind drifted away. A few minutes later, caught up in the sauna-like comfort of the shower, Henry’s ears perked up.

Leaning his head out of the shower, Henry confirmed what he thought he had heard. The radio DJ was warning everyone to be on the watch for a fugitive from the authorities who had been spotted in the general area. All those in reclusive areas were encouraged to alert authorities at the first sign of trouble. The man was armed and dangerous, of course.

Returning to the comfort of the shower, Henry felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind. As a fictional author, Henry’s imagination was far more active than the average person's. Slowly but surely he started formulating scenarios involving “The Fugitive”. His mind was on fire. It was amazing, but he felt as if this might be the end of his writer’s block.

Suddenly, Henry froze. Caught up in the excitement of his rekindled imagination, he had not realized that the house had become silent.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Silence.

A new sensation crept across the back of his neck. A hesitant creak echoed through the silence in the hallway. Slowly he crept out of the shower, taking extra care not to slip on the bathroom tile. Scanning the room for a weapon, Henry came up empty. Julie had always teased that his electric razor would come back to haunt him some day, but he doubted that his was the scenario she had envisioned.

Henry lurched to a halt. There had been a shadow of movement from the nearby bedroom.

Someone was in the cottage.

Taking a deep breath, Henry calmed himself, and crept slowly onto the waiting carpet. Shocked he scanned the empty room, hoping for any sign of movement to quiet his subconscious.

“Tag you’re it!” Tackled from behind, Henry went sprawling onto the king-sized bed, followed by the love of his life. They wrestled for a little bit, Henry’s naked skin brushing against the harsh fabric of Julie’s hiking outfit. Eventually the chaos settled and the laughter subsided.

“Fucking hell, Julie!” Henry scolded, “You damn near gave me a heart attack. I thought that fugitive had broken into our home.”

Lightly kissing him on the lips, Julie reached down and gripped his manhood tightly. “What if I told you that I was a fugitive?” Mocking her he pulled his wallet from the side of the bed. “Miss, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car and show me your id.”

Chuckling she threw her arms back in a mock attempt at shock. “Oh officer, surely there’s some understanding that we can come to.” Again she grabbed Henry, this time stroking him softly.

“Well that’s a good start.” Reclining back against the bed, Henry closed his eyes in anticipation. He sighed as the warm cavern of Julie’s soft lips drew him in, evolving into a primal moan as she worked him inside her mouth. Her delicate tongue traced circles along his shaft as she drew his length into her mouth. Sliding her mouth back to his tip, Julie proceeded to work her hand up and down his shaft while her moist tongue spun tight rings around his head.

Gripping the bed sheets tightly he moaned again. Henry was constantly amazed by Julie’s ability to work him into a frenzy. For three short months they had known one another intimately, and in that short time she had never once left him wanting.

“God, Julie. I don’t know how a guy like me was ever so lucky to hook up with you.”

But the deep, gravely voice that responded instead of Julie’s, shocked Henry. “You know, I’m kind of curious of that myself.”

Opening his eyes suddenly, Henry found himself face to barrel with a sawed-off shotgun. Standing behind the barrel, with a handful of Julie’s hair in the other hand, was a dark-haired, dirt-faced grunt of a man. The pale blue shirt and pants that he was wearing tagged him as “The Fugitive” from the radio newscast.

And that was the last thing on Henry’s mind before the butt of the gun rammed into his skull, blacking him out.

Eventually Henry regained consciousness, groggily shaking his head, only to discover the massive pain that followed. Groaning softly, Henry’s brow furrowed at the faint sound of a woman moaning.

Realizing that his hands were tied behind his back, and that he was on his knees, Henry slowly rolled over until he was lying on his side. Tilting his head upwards he saw a truly dismal sight. Julie, who was naked from the waist down, had her face buried in the bed sheets, and the uninvited guest had his face buried in the crack of her ass.

Obviously she was enjoying the oral attention. At first Henry was upset. Hurt that she would so willingly give herself over. Then he noticed the gun again, and instantly understood her situation. Who’s willing to take chances with an escaped fugitive?

Soon Henry realized something else. His fiancé’s incessant moaning at the hands of the criminal fugitive was stirring his cock to renewed life. Pulling his knees in to his chest, Henry was barely able to slip his bonds over his feet and bring his hands around to the front. Looking up, Henry noticed that the two had changed positions. Julie was now giving the same level of attention to her “friend” that she had given to him right before he was knocked out.

Henry’s shaft twitched at the sight of his fiancée gorging herself on this strange man’s cock. Aching for release, Henry’s balls ached and he throbbed horrendously between his legs. Licking his lips, Henry rubbed the palms of his bound hands along his shaft, curling his fingers around the soft, smooth head as he released a deep sigh.

Finally Henry gave in. He tightened his grip slightly as be worked both hands slowly up and down his length. A quick inspection of Julie revealed that she was still giving the fugitive a run for his money. A small, transparent gem of excitement appeared from the opening at his tip and Henry rolled the slick around with the pad of his thumb.

Henry watched silently while Julie relinquished the man’s stiff member, climbing onto his hips seconds before the convict impaled her upon his massive cock. Henry was spellbound as Julie ground her hips into the convict’s hips. Closing his eyes, Henry felt his balls tighten, surprised when his head suddenly exploded into the palm of his hand as he clutched it tightly.

His eyes flying open, Henry found the stranger standing over him, another handful of Julie’s hair in his hand, forcing her face into Henry’s crotch. Not knowing what to do, Henry simply looked up at the man with the shotgun. He dared not to look away from the man, but he could feel every inch of Julie’s tongue and mouth as she lapped up all of his mess.

“This is a real sweet piece of ass you got here, partner.” The convict mumbled through the cigar in his mouth, smiling devilishly. “Seems she hasn’t had enough, so I’ll let you two do your thing, and I’ll just sit over here and keep an eye on ya. Make sure ya don’t try and do anything funny.”

With that he let go of Julie’s hair and strolled back over to the bed, plopping down on the tortured mattress. Henry looked down and met eye-to-eye with Julie, and he saw a lust in her eyes that he had never realized before. Breathing heavily, she wrapped her loving lips around his head and proceeded to tickle him back to hardness.

Following a lead from the stranger, Henry grabbed a handful of Julie’s hair and pulled her head down, coaxing a moan from her wicked little mouth. For one of the rare times in his life, Henry found himself getting hard for a second go around. But he wanted to feel more ecstasy than her mouth alone could offer.

“Fuck me Julie. Do it now,” he ordered. Removing her lips from his rigid manhood, Julie climbed up into his lap, as he had seen her do a few minutes prior, and he slipped his cock inside in one smooth stride. Henry moaned as he felt her body envelope him, welling around him like a tight glove made of warm honey. Not only was her pussy hot and wet, but the stranger had left his cum inside her. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Again Julie built up a steady rhythm, bucking her hips wildly as she ground her pelvis into his. Leaning forward, Julie kissed a fiery trail of kisses along Henry’s neck, moaning hard against his skin suddenly. Glancing over her shoulder, Henry witnessed Julie’s hand splayed across top of her cheeks.

He titled his head to the side and kissed her just below her ear. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

With a mischievous grin she followed his gaze back to her hand and then looked up at the stranger. Leaning forward so that she stroked his tip just inside her, Julie whispered against his ear. “Henry? I want him to ride my ass, while I ride your cock.”

Henry was in shock, unsure how to respond, so Julie took his silence as affirmation and motioned for the stranger to join them. She rolled her finger around inside her tight bottom a few more times, pressing her forehead against Henry’s chest as she steadied herself in anticipation. She pressed the full length of her chest against Henry’s stomach; breathing in his fresh scent, as she reached both hands behind her and spread her cheeks wide in invitation.

Strolling over, cock in hand, the tall foul-mouthed fugitive knelt down behind Julie and stroked his tip up and down the valley of her buttocks. Leaning back, he spit onto her tight ring and pressed his thumb inside a few times in preparation.

Julie moaned in response, bracing herself against Henry’s chest. Rising to his knees once more, the stranger in blue pressed his tip against her backdoor and rocked his hips into her. Julie whimpered against Henry’s fur-covered chest as the fat tip popped through her ring and slid several inches inside suddenly.

Henry brushed his cuffed hands across her scalp and through her hair, kissing the side of her face as she gasped in response to the sudden invasion.

“Are you okay, baby?” He whispered as he felt her body clutch him tightly.

Tilting her head up to his, Julie kissed his chin lightly before she whispered in answer. “Just give it to me, stud.”

Then she was like a force of nature. Her body was like a live conduit, bathing both men in a hot tide of unbridled sexual fury. Henry hummed deeply as she rode him hard, coating his sac and legs in her hot passion. She was close and they both knew it. All at once, without warning, the heat inside her exploded in a violent, crashing wave.

Hard, rough fingers tightened into her buttocks as he thrust hard into her backdoor, filling her so completely in one mind-shattering instance. Henry gasped in shock as Julie but down hard upon his right nipple, moaning around his skin as her entire body trembled between the two men. Julie came so suddenly and violently, the men inside her had no choice but to concede their seed to her. Caught up in the whirlwind of ecstasy Julie’s muscles tensed and tightened, drawing every ounce of pleasure that she could from her lovers.

Finally after she had subsided, she collapsed on top of Henry’s chest, her body rising and falling with each breath taken. The stranger withdrew himself from Julie’s butt, causing a small shudder to course through her body, and he collapsed with a contented sigh beside her.

“Julie, this is our chance.”

“Huh,” she whispered. “What are you rambling about?”

“This is our chance to escape from this lunatic and go to the police.”

Propping herself up on Henry’s chest, she looked back at the stranger on the bed. “Yeah, I suppose now is as good a time as any to move on.”

Smiling, Henry slid out from beneath Julie and started dressing himself for the exhausting hike ahead.

“It’s almost a shame, y’know. Things were great while they lasted.” She whispered lightly.

“Yeah, it was a great experience,” Henry whispered. “But I don’t intend to wait around until he wakes up.” Then he heard a sharp metallic click.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about Tony, baby. I was talking about you.”

Slowly Henry turned to find himself looking down the barrel of a 38 special. “But at least I’ll always have this moment.” And her wicked smile was the last thing Henry ever saw.

A Load Off

Tom pulled into his driveway and screeched the breaks to a violent halt, sliding out of his overheated Volkswagen with his briefcase in tow. He grunted as he slammed the door shut, refusing to expend the energy of raising the garage door and parking inside.

"Fuck it." He cursed as he kicked the front driver's side tire. One hour of his life wasted in gridlock traffic during the hottest day of the summer so far. If Tom had bothered believing in fate, he would have wondered what the remainder of the evening had in store for him.

Instead all Tom could focus on was the front door and the cool, crisp household within. He trudged up the high stone steps utterly defeated and burst the front door open with a swift kick of his foot.

He was about to announce to his wife that he was home, but the sound of the shower running up stairs told him it was pointless. He grumbled under his breath as he tossed the leather case randomly to the floor, digging his fingers into the knot of his tie.

Another grueling day at the office, battling with inner-office politics and back-stabbing agendas; Tom's weary legs carried him unhindered to the living room where he collapsed into his recliner. Tom's arms flailed wide as he tossed his tie to the wind and kicked his shoes into the corner.

Shifting his shoulder into the soft back of the chair he sighed and closed his eyes; feeling the cool comfort of home fill his every fiber. Peacefully Tom dreamt of happy dreams where he and his wife would spend hours lounging in the sun during a weekend picnic. The wonder and free spirit of those first years left no question to the origin of their three beautiful children; all of them free with families of their own now.

Despite his exhaustion, Tom felt the familiar warmth of his wife's lips and he groaned, smiling as he daydreamed about his favorite means of stress-relief. Anxious Tom shifted in the recliner and groaned harder as his wife took more of him inside, rolling her tongue around his base as he swelled to fill her mouth.

His hand wandered to pull at his groin and Tom came away with a handful of hair, his wife's moans joining his own as his eyes opened suddenly. Clad in a soft lavender silk bathrobe, Marie plump red lips stroked his length as her body pressed against his legs through the sheer silk. Surprisingly she had managed to undress him entirely in his sleep and Tom stared mesmerized as she tightened her fingers around his balls and pulled his tip into the back of her throat.

Tom's fingers dug into the soft armrests as his wife coughed softly around his thick cock, tightening her lips around his shaft as she pulled him free and licked the tip. His eyes were wide and focused upon her every move, eager to see more of her intentions.

Marie stood quietly in front of him and undid the thin silk belt, chuckling seductively as Tom's eyes darted to the open living room window. He closed his eyes and gasped as she climbed onto the recliner on top of him, her smooth, soft skin rubbing across his naked thighs and lower stomach with agonizing effect.

Tom tilted his head back as she pressed her breasts up against his chest, raking her nails over the thin cotton shirt as she nipped playfully at his chin. "I want you inside me, Tom." She purred, kissing and nibbling at his throat.

Tom shifted uncomfortably in the recliner as Marie ground her hips down into his pelvis, mashing her soft, wet mound against shaft. He combed his fingers through her hair, humming against her mouth as they kissed; aching all at once to be inside her slick walls. He smiled as he felt her long, thin fingers curl around his shaft as she hiked her hips upward slightly and slid his swollen head just inside her lips.

Just then, it occurred to him that both of her hands were currently fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His mouth worked uselessly as she covered his lips with hers, his eyes widening as he felt the warm press of soft lips against his shaft. Closing his eyes, Tom moaned as those same lips captured his balls and drew them inside, suckling the sensitive nuts as Marie lowered her hips onto his in one smooth stroke.

Her pussy was excruciatingly hot and moist against his skin and Tom grunted into her mouth as he exploded without warning, filling her squirming body with his seed. Marie continued to roll her hips across his pelvis, grinding his stiff cock inside her walls as the mystery mouth wandered northward and teased their union.

Marie moaned and pressed her forehead against his cheek, chuckling as she saw the dazed look in her husband’s eyes. “Tina’s always been a horrible tease. You’ll have to excuse her.”

Tina, Tom thought to himself. So that explained it. Their new tenant was more than just one of Marie’s old college roommates. Much, much more.

“Tease nothing.” Tina suddenly joined the conversation, rising to stand behind Marie’s prone bottom. She grabbed the bottom of Marie’s bathrobe and folded it over onto her lower back, running her hands along Marie’s newly exposed cheeks. Marie hummed and spread the edges of Tom’s dress shirt as Tina’s fingers tightened into Marie’s cheeks. Lowering her mouth with a mischievous smile she took one of Tom’s nipples into her mouth and pinched it roughly between her lips.

Tom watched with obvious fascination as Tina spread her own bathrobe, exposing a fine pair of firm breasts and a familiar strap-on dildo and harness. Tom watched with a sudden pang of jealousy as Tina’s fingers stroked the length of the fake cock between her legs and stepped forward toward the recliner.

“If you don’t mind, Tom, your wife and I were just about to have some fun when you came home.” Tina hummed with a warm, taunting smile.

He smiled and nodded as he felt his wife tense against his chest, watching intently as Tina pressed the tip just below the top of his wife’s buttocks and fed the fat dildo inside. Marie squirmed and groaned around Tom’s nipple, biting it suddenly between her teeth as the full length of the Tina’s equipment filled her backdoor.

Tom’s cock felt ten times too big as her walls tightened about his shaft and she came in a violent, shuddering climax, surprised when Tom moaned with her and filled her a second time.

Tom felt his insides ache as he was drained clean by the dynamic pair, settling in beneath Marie as Tina really started handing it to her. She was pounding his wife’s ass so hard the whole recliner was rocking back and forth in response. Tom curled his arms around his wife’s back and held her closely as she came a second and third time, her entire body quivering on top of his as she was pinned between her two lovers.

Tom sighed with a silent gasp as Tina slowly withdrew from his wife’s bottom and knelt once more between his legs. Marie shifted forward and let him slide free of her body, where Tina eagerly took over and devoured his softening cock into her mouth.

Tom moaned as her tongue traced the many lines of him, stroking him to finish until he drifted off to sleep and left them to finish their business as only they knew how.

Gloryhole Alternative: Part Three (Hard Stalling)

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Gloryhole Alternative: Part Two (Second Helping)

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Gloryhole Alternative: Part One (First Time For Everything)

Its always interesting looking back at the changes in our lives and how the come about. For the longest time I’ve hidden a part of myself.

I like women. I like women a lot. But I’ve also had the urge to wander across that line. To forage amongst other foliage.

It’s hard to say when I first realized that I was turned on by the thought of giving oral sex to a man. Hard even to explain why it excites me so much. My best guess would flow from the familiarity I have with my own equipment.

Needless to say, I’ve never had the chance or opportunity to act upon those desires.

Until yesterday.

I attend a rather large university within the “Bible Belt” and I’ve been aware of the "conversations" that exist on bathroom stalls for quite some time. Yesterday, was just another day, until I went into one of the smaller restrooms located on campus. I usually prefer the handicapped stalls because they provide more leg room.

So there I was, sitting in the wide open space of the handicapped stall. Having just finished "my business" I noticed a note on the wall to my right. Reading the pornographic note that promised to “blow my mind” I felt my cock spring to life as I sat there, straddling the cold porcelain throne. Slowly I started stroking the shaft as I imagined what it would be like to have someone walk in on me.

Then I heard the door to the restroom and I stopped stroking.

The guy came in and sat down in the stall next to me, and complete silence filled the restroom. Slowly I tested the noise level of my activity by gently stroking my cock some more. A slight slurping sound was created but I decided to chance it. I continued this for a few minutes, having to stop and start repeatedly as more guys came in. Then I heard the bell for classes ring and the volume of traffic slowly tapered off.

I leaned forward and let a trail of saliva drip from my lips onto my outstretched hand, rolling my palm around the tip. By now I was brandishing a nice, thick hardness, when suddenly the guy in the stall next to me got up and pulled up his pants. Holding the head of my cock in my hand I slowly massaged the pre-cum around it, wishing that he would hurry up and move along. Stepping out of his stall I heard his stall door slam back against his stall and suddenly the door to my stall bounced and the latch barely slid free of the catch. My door swung free slightly and I stopped everything.

Silence stretched on as I just sat there, holding my dick in my hand. Slowly the door crept inward as I saw a tall, skinny dude with a blonde crew cut stroll in.

My mouth fell open and my eyes bulged out as he reset the latch on the door and came over to me. Slowly he dropped to his knees, leaning against the far wall and turned my hips towards him. Looking at the lay of the shadows coming beneath the door I realized that the only way anyone could see him would be if they were actively crouching on the ground.

Slowly I took my hand from my cock and watched it bounce in front of his face. Gently he breathed on the tip and a small droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Instantly his tongue slithered up the center of my head, digging into the slit as he lapped up the tasteful droplet. My body shivered a little as his tongue slowly began to roam around my head, teasing the edges and penetrating the slit. My mind was going wild with the warm wetness of his tongue.

He reached forward with one of his hands and took my balls into it, playfully rolling them around. Then, holding them firmly, my cock standing out to rigid attention he opened his mouth wide and slid his head forward until his chin rested against his fingers.

The sensation was weird because his mouth was still open. I could feel the heat from his mouth upon my dick. And everyone once in a while he or I would fidget a little and my dick would touch the side of his mouth. Then suddenly his lips closed and my cock was enveloped in silky, moist heat.

Slowly he withdrew his head, his tongue roaming freely along the underbelly of my shaft. He withdrew his head completely until his lips were barely covering my head and began to suck madly at the fat dome. He kept moaning as his tongue and lips worked diligently at the tight skin. I was in heaven.

Then while I was dealing with that he slide his mouth down again and burrowed his nose into my pubic hairs. I felt something tight constricting around my head and I realized that he was feeding my cock into his throat. I stretched my legs and leaned back against the wall, curling my fingers into his hair. He moaned again and his eyes met mine as he bounced his head against my cock in short strokes, fucking the tip with his throat.

He pulled away with a sudden gasp for air and stroked his hand along the shaft, rubbing the saliva in to the many veins and ridges. He smiled at me and licked the tip and I realized suddenly that his tongue was pierced near the back. I grinned in return as he ran it around the flange just below my tip.

He slid his lips back down around my shaft and massaged my balls with his fingers. I moaned hard, amazed that he had found my hot spot so quickly. Both hands cradled my swollen sac, while his thumbs rolled back and forth across my jewels, his fingertips teasing the small ledge just behind them.

My fingers tightened into his hair once again and I forced his mouth all the way down. His appreciative hum vibrated against my balls and I warned him that I was close to cumming. He surprised me a second time, following my warning with a more earnest intent to draw me out, clutching my balls a little more forcefully in his hand. His other hand moved and he rubbed the pad of his thumb along my anus.

My balls drew up suddenly, and he pulled his head away from my hand and sucked on the tip. Bitter tendrils of pleasure intertwined with the smooth pleasure of my orgasm and I emptied a weeks worth of restraint into his tightly sealed lips. I felt the vibration of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed every single drop of salty-sweet goodness.

He continued to drain me until the last drizzle of my essence came to a screeching halt and then he removed his lips with a loud smacking sound. It felt like a lightning rod in his hand, pulsing with tiny spasms as it bobbed left and right.

"You ever fucked a man in the ass?"

"Um . . . no." I answered.

"Good." he smiled as he stood and unbuckled his belt. My heart stopped as his pants fell to his ankles and he bent over in front of me.

You could tell he worked out. His legs were lean, but they rippled with muscle. And his buttocks were tight and firm. And hairless. I slid my fingers along both cheeks and his anus winked at me. I immediately tightened my fingers around his cheeks and pulled him back toward me.

"What are you . . .?" he began to ask, but I silenced him as my tongue penetrated his backdoor.

He moaned as I rolled my tongue around in circles inside his puckered sphincter. Gently I drew my head back and pushed it forward again, sliding my tongue in and out of his asshole. By now he was moaning rather loudly, and I was worried someone might walk in. But then I saw his big, fat cock dangling between his thighs and I reached my hand between his legs and started stroking him.

That must have really got him going because by now he was grinding his ass against my tongue. It was intense, the way his tight hole clutched at my tongue while I fucked his ass with it and stroked him at the same time. Just then we both heard the door open to the bathroom. In shock, I continued to jack him off, my tongue pressed all the way into his asshole, when I suddenly heard him moaning softly. His hips began to shake against my face and I knew he was close. Sliding my hand down his shaft one last time I held it out in front of his head and sighed as his liquid heat filled my palm.

He struggled to catch his breath as he continued to twitch in my hand. He placed his hand on the wall like he intended to stand up, but I held his leg with my free hand. Turning around he raised his eyebrow. Pulling my hand back between his legs I rolled his thick, slimy seed between my fingers. Spreading his cheeks with my other hand, I pressed the slippery tip of my index finger against his anus and rubbed it around in small circles.

His eyes closed and his lips parted in a silent circle as I pressed the finger deeper still, surprised that there was very little resistance on his end.

“Deeper.” He whispered and I complied, sliding the digit past his sphincter until my knuckle was pressing against his tight ring.

His eyes opened a tiny sliver and he nodded his head. He was ready.

Slowly I pulled his hips down until he was perched directly above my cock, which was surprisingly still erect. I helped him situated his legs on the outside of mine and aimed his buttocks so that my head slid between his cheeks. We listened to the guy who had come in, who was now washing his hands, with avid attention.

It was so stimulating. The threat of being caught in the act. Found out. Two men fucking in the restroom stall. I pressed at the base of my shaft and directed my tip just inside his tight ring, marveling at how easy it was to penetrate him. Tightening my fingers around his hips I rolled his butt back along the top of my thighs and fought the urge to moan as I slid inside.

We were fighting not to gasp in every effort not to give away our situation. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we heard the door open and close. And that was it.

He was bucking back and forth along my hips, rolling his ass like a champion as I held onto his hips for dear life. My sticking fingers from the one hand rubbed his semen into his bottom and I smacked his ass with a quick swat of my hand.

Oh, he liked that a lot.

I couldn’t believe that all of this was actually happening. My head was dizzy with the thought and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I knew that if anyone came in they would easily see two pairs of feet beneath the stall, so I upped the ante.

Pulling his hips down hard against mine, I thrust up off the toilet seat and growled as I penetrated more of him. He was visibly shaken by my sudden tactic and I decided it was all or nothing.

I stood up suddenly, carrying the both of us as I strode forward a short step and pressed him up against the far wall. His face pressed against the cold tiles as I pounded away at his tight hole, slamming my hips hard into him. His hands splayed out across the wall beside him and I grunted hard as I fucked his ass until I was delirious.

I leaned forward and rasped into his ear, taunting us both to that point of no return. “I’m going to fill that tight, preppie ass.”

He moaned in plea. “Yes.”

Clenching my teeth, I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and literally hammered his ass against the wall, gasping as it all came rushing to the surface suddenly. Flexing my back and buttocks, I forced my cock as deep inside him as possible, holding his hips against my pelvis as I finished making good on my promise.

I stumbled back from him, my legs quivering as I slid free of his backdoor, crashing back onto the toilet. He stood there against the wall, gasping and moaning. I ran my clean hand through my hair and watched with satisfaction as my seed trickled out of his hole.

Eventually he remembered where he was, and he leaned down and pulled his pants up. Buckling them quickly he moved to the stall door and quietly swung it open. He paused for a small second and flashed me a wink and blew me a kiss before he stepped out and left the restroom. Reaching over I relocked the latch just before someone walked into the door.

I sat there for several moments, shaking my head in disbelief. My next thought of course, was when I could do it again.

Release

Hanging up with you on the phone I find my mind trailing off into the foggy depths of my imagination. Your face teeters on the edge of my vision, slowly filling the span of my mind's eye. I wander back to the conversation that we had just finished, your smooth voice drawing white-hot embers of happiness across my face.

I can remember your almost-whisper, taunting me further into the ecstasy of my soul. "Are you naked?"

"um . . . no"

"Then quickly correct that, my dear." You commanded with the clarity and strength of your sweet voice.

Settling down once more with the phone I found you awaiting my return. "Now, are you naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes." Closing my eyes I heard you moan into the phone as you continued the slow, patient tease.

"Now I want you to gently run the back of your hand up and down your shaft. Do not stroke it, just long slow movements."

Doing as I was told, your soothing hum caressed my ears, like a sweet lullaby relaxing me and contrasting with the continual stimulation. I could feel a steady tingle building between my legs as your lullaby smoothly transformed into a soft moan, like a cat's purr.

"Now I want you to rest the phone against your neck and shoulder, you will need both hands for the rest of this. Taking your cock firmly in hand I want you to slowly stroke it, starting at the tip of the head and ending at the base. With your other hand I want you to squeeze and fondle your balls. Imagine that it is me, stroking your cock and toying with your nut sack."

Again you returned to the soft moan, escalating into periodic whines, as you played with yourself on the other end of the line.

My fingers swept up and down the underside of my shaft, my other hand playfully rolling my balls around in the palm of my hand. It was true that I was no stranger to my body, but the way you orchestrated my technique was almost more than I could handle.

By then your soft purring had become a series of fluctuating, high-pitched squeals as a spine-crumbling climax threatened to tear through your very soul.

I grunted into the phone as my fingers continued the pace, unrelenting as the swelling ache became nigh-unbearable.

"Don't you cum yet? You know the rules. Not until I have first. And keep up the good work."

I sighed almost breathlessly into the receiver, my body quivering as the pressure rapidly approached pain in the pit of my stomach. Finally I heard you bellow into my ear as you exploded in the peace of your own home, laughing with a deep chuckle.

"You may cum now, my dear."

My thumb rolled across the head and it was all I could do not to drop the phone. My teeth ground painfully as the swollen dome burst like a geyser, spraying my stomach and legs with my seed as thick, warm jets leapt from the tip.

Wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my other hand I laughed deeply into the phone.

"Good night my sweet prince. Pleasant dreams."

"Pleasant dreams indeed, my sweet. Good night."

The Struggle

I felt her stirring against me as I awoke, her smooth warming touch brushing against my body as her legs reshuffled, her pelvis grinding deep into my groin. Gently I stroked the sensitive valley between her shoulders; running my fingers lightly down the groove as she squirmed against me, faking a drowsy moan as I saw the smile creep across her face.

Her efforts increased as her naked thigh drifted up my leg, the smooth silkiness of her skin contrasting sharply with my hairy flesh.

Slowly she traced the back of her hands up my arms until our fingers were entwined, teasing my skin ever so lightly as she went. Her legs were now moving in a continual circular patter, her hips swiveling above my own as my cock began to swell, pressing firmly against her mound. The gently rotating motion of her hot, moist lips against my shaft sent rivulets of pleasure into the pit of my stomach.

Next her tongue found my nipples as she spread my arms, forcing my chest to expand in tension. Her lips sucked hard against the surrounding flesh before she bit down, grating her teeth against the nub of skin. I growled angrily as the pain set off triggers inside my brain.

But she just laughed. Pinning my arms to the bed in a demonstration of control she leaned forward and dangled her breasts in front of my mouth, swaying them from side to side as I strained my neck to reach them. A master at the art of teasing, she would dip her torso down, letting me suckle on her pert breasts before raising up again, denying me.

Her legs now coming to a rest, she wiggled her ass, nestling it into the pit of my groin. She was slick and burning with arousal and her petals sucked at my shaft as she rocked her hips against me.

Rising up on her knees, she slowly lowered herself until her tight opening pressed firmly against the bulbous head of my cock. Again she began to rotate her hips as the tip teased and worked its way inside, oozing passion from her core as she slowly drew me in.

But I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one quick lunge I buried myself between her thighs, surprising her senses with the sudden invasion as she cascaded over the edge into an endless rush of ecstasy.

Pulling her tightly against me now that she had lost all control of the situation, I rolled over, pinning her to the bed beneath my weight as she hissed up at me, snarling her teeth in lustful hunger.

Pulling her firmly against me, I drove repeatedly inside her, plunging my stiff desires into her slick walls, relishing the moans that escaped her lips. I could feel her pussy clutching tightly against me, as she struggled to keep me inside her with each thrust, howling at me to fuck her harder with each withdrawal. I pummeled her madly against the mattress as the pressure deep in my groin became too much, growling between her lips as I felt her body trembling beneath me yet again. All sense and reason was gone before the two elemental furies making love on my bed, I bit lightly at the edge of her lip and I heard her scream.

Sweat soaked our pores while our bodies slipped and slid against one another, our thighs slapping together as she pulled her knees back to her chest. My head tilted back as I felt her walls open a little wider, her body inviting me to delve deeper. Her fingers tightened into the hairs on the back of my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss as she locked her ankles behind my buttocks.

I chuckled into her mouth as I heard the headboard knocking against the bedroom wall and she squealed in response, raking her fingernails down my shoulders in the process. Slipping her lips free of mine, she gasped for breath as our foreheads touched together.

“Cum inside me, baby.” She whispered at the edge of my ear, and I grunted in answer.

She knew all of my pressure points, and the result was immediate. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck and she pulled my face into her shoulder, her smell overriding my senses as the pleasure-wrought pain deep in my stomach rallied to the surface.

“Here it comes.” I growled against the side of her neck, like some dark beast.

Every drop of pleasure and every ounce of satisfaction came together in that one driving moment as our bodies came together as one, my seed flowing into her depths where she eagerly accepted it. The energies between us flowed just as smoothly, and in that hard pivotal moment . . . I woke up suddenly, drowsiness coursing through my tired brain, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The sweet glide of skin against skin, brought my attention to the goddess draped across my torso.

I felt her stirring against me as I awoke, her smooth warming touch brushing against my body as her legs reshuffled, her pelvis grinding deep into my groin. Gently I stroked the sensitive valley between her shoulders; running my fingers lightly down the groove as she squirmed against me, faking a drowsy moan as I saw the smile creep across her face.

I watched as she shifted her hips and snaked her hand between us, gasping as I felt her fingers curl around me. Pulling her hand out from between us, she ran her palm across my chest. The heavy brown fur that covered my chest stuck together in clumps as she wiped it off of her fingers.

“Pleasant dreams?”

I hummed as she rubbed her hand across my chest still, tweaking one of my nipples between her fingernails.

“Why don’t I tell you about it.” I answered, continuing the course of my fingers along her spine as I shared my dream with her. The woman I love. The woman of my dreams.

The Gathering

A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.

All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the symbol. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.

But alas, I cannot.

The Gathering is upon me, once again.

My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plane white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.

A grouping of circles.

My body shudders suddenly from the cold of the room and my sweat-covered body. At least that’s what I tell myself. Tossing off the sheets and climbing out of bed I decide to go for a midnight jog.

Well, not quite midnight, but whose counting?

The cool night air feels much better on my mind and skin than I’d thought and my fears eventually drift away. All, that is, save one.

That damn grouping of circles. I find myself staring at generic patterns in an attempt to make some sense out of it. The Martins’ mailbox post and its wrought-iron rings. The Thompsons’ doorknocker. All are subtle reminders of that image, so that eventually I find myself anxious to once again crawl back into the sanctity of my bed and try and forget the dream.

Entering the apartment-complex parking lot I throw my arms above my head and walk around in a slow circle so that my blood can settle down for a bit before I make my way up the stairs. Suddenly the light to one of the rooms across the lot from mine comes on and I can barely make out two figures dancing with each other. Wishing that I could enjoy the same kind of intimate relationship I decide to let my blood simmer inside and stomp quietly up the stairs, if that is even possible.

Opening my door I toss the keys onto the kitchen counter and say a few soothing words to Oliver, my old gray Tabby, before wandering back to my room and stripping off my sweaty clothes. As soon as I’ve finished I realize that I can see directly into the room with the light on and the two figures are still dancing. Taking out a pair of binoculars that I’d bought for the weekend college football games, I steal a glance into the window and am stunned when I see two extremely beautiful women dancing with each other. One is slightly taller than the other, possibly due to a pair of fuck-me pumps, but I can’t tell from where I’m standing. Her tight black dress stops just below the cleft of her ass and the tiny straps that drape over her shoulders can barely restrain the bulge of her cleavage. Her hair is shoulder length and black, and as she tosses it to the side, to get it out of her face, a brief note of recognition flashes in my mind. But it is forgotten as soon as it appears. Then I take in her partner. This one is clad in a low cut skirt that doesn’t fall much lower than the dress of her friend. She also has on a spaghetti strap top, much too small for her full upper body figure, and, as a result, flashes a great deal of her stomach and cleavage. Her dark red hair cascades almost seductively down the curve of her back, ending just above the curve of her ass.

Immediately I realized that I was sporting a rigid erection as the two fondled each other through their clothes and I found myself tempted to stroke it a little in tribute to their little show. Then I realized what I was doing and that if anyone else was watching me watch these two girls that I could get in some serious trouble. Shaking my head I put down the binoculars and opted instead for a nice cold shower to sooth my racing heart and blood.

Resting my weight against the wall of the shower beneath the showerhead I exhaled harshly as the cool water ran down my face and shoulders, relieving some of the tension, but not enough for comfort. Just then I heard someone knocking at my door and I cursed stupid people everywhere for the late-night interruption. The knocking became louder and more aggravated just as I stepped out onto the bathroom floor and threw a towel around my still-drying waist.

“Yeah, I’m coming. Keep your shorts on!!!” I yelled down my hallway. Stomping through the apartment I didn’t even bother to check the peephole in the door before slinging it open madly. Which is why I found myself standing there in my doorway in nothing but a towel on and my next-door neighbor staring wide-eyed, with her fist hanging in mid-air where the door should have been.

Awkwardly she and I both stuttered out apologies as the embarrassment of the situation dawned on us both. She too was caught off-guard I soon realized as she stood in my doorway in just a white t-shirt, and it appeared nothing else.

“D-did you want something?” I asked, trying to hurry the situation along so that we both could return to our respective comfort zones.

“Oh. Yes. Right!” She flustered. “I heard a noise outside my door and stepped out to check it and the door locked behind me. Can I use your phone to call the landlord for a replacement?”

“Uh . . sure!” I answered a little too quickly and hopefully.

Stepping aside I let Julia walk by, stealing a quick peak at the hint of her butt beneath her shirt as her hips swayed back and forth. Julia was a cute little number; a little bit shorter than most of the girls that I knew, but her pert little ass and tits more than made up for it. Her short blonde hair, cut off just below the ear, finished off her tiny stature, making her appear all the more innocent.

“Phone’s in the kitchen.” I called as I closed and locked the front door and turned on the living room light. I went and sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. while I heard her talking to the landlord in the next room. Again my eye was caught by movement from the apartment across the way and I found myself gawking as the redhead had the other girl bent over, on all fours, and was pumping her from behind madly with a solid black strap-on. Again I felt an erection stirring and I immediately sat back down on the couch and focused on the T.V. I knew that I was pitching a tent beneath the towel, but I hoped that it would die down before Julia returned and I completely embarrassed myself.

Just then I heard the phone hit the receiver and Julia came stomping into the living room as she sulked down into the seat across from me.

“That was the landlord and he says that he doesn’t have a copy of my apartment key. Says that he gave me the copy a few months ago when I was having the remodeling done and that I never gave it back to him. So now I’ve got to wait till the morning for a locksmith. I hate to ask you this, but could I stay here tonight?”

On any other day I would have considered myself the luckiest man on earth. A beautiful girl, begging to spend the night in my apartment with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a towel to separate us. But right then I wanted to release the tension that had been building up in my balls for the past few minutes. But, I did what the nice guy would do.

“Sure Julia, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch, just give me a bit to go get a change of clothes and you can have it.” Standing up I started my walk to the back bedroom when Julia suddenly spoke out loud.

“Oh my god, would you look at those two women!”

Turning I found myself mesmerized as the two women were now locked into a violent and passionate sixty-nine position, their heads and legs vibrating with an intensity that I’ve never seen before. I was hypnotized by their lustful sex act. That is, I was until I felt something warm wrapping around the shaft of my cock.

“Well, I guess you did get a good look at those two women.” Said Julia as she gently stroked the length of my cock that was pushing the towel away from my body. Following the length of her hand from the shoulder I saw it vanish at the bottom edge of the towel and my legs began to give a little as she stroked my shaft deliciously.

“But that looks much too uncomfortable. Let’s let you relax a little bit.” Julia added just before grabbing one of the seams of the towel and pulling it so that the self-made wrap unraveled and piled into a heap at my feet. There I stood, transfixed as I stood naked before her, my cock pointing out towards her face, like a divining rod. When I saw her lick her lips my heart skipped a tiny beat as I held my breathe in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen.

“I usually don’t do this for just any guy, but this once I’ll make an exception.” And having said that she resumed her stroking rhythm upon my member and slowly and appreciatively began to lick the tip of the head. Tilting my head back I leaned back against the back of the chair that she was sitting in as she continually devoured my head into her hot, moist mouth, running her tongue around the base of the head in tight-fitting circles. Stealing a glance I saw her pull her shirt up and over her hips as her free hand found a warm place between her legs, rubbing small circles around her clit as she savored the taste of my tip..

“This is hurting my neck a bit dear, why don’t you move your leg up here so I can really get down to business.”

Following Julia’s lead I let her lift my right leg up and place my foot up on the armrest of her chair, spreading my legs wide before her, my cock pointing straight out from my groin with its characteristic upward curvature.

Reaching forward Julia took the base of my shaft into her hand, encircling it with her forefinger and thumb as she pressed her lips against my head. Slowly as she pushed her head forward I watched inch by inch of my head, and then shaft, vanish between her full pink lips. All the while her tongue ran back and forth along the underside of my cock, moistening it as she went to make it easier to swallow.

Glancing downward I could still see her finger working away at her pussy, only now she had two fingers side by side thrusting in and out of her opening, making loud slurping noises with each penetration. Once she’d pulled the entirety of my cock into her mouth she slowly started pumping her head back and forth, using her tongue to drive me closer and closer to outright insanity. Hungry with lust after so many years of abstinence I couldn't help but relish in the delicious feel of her mouth and tongue. Placing my hand on the back of her head I grabbed a handful of hair and proceeded to thrust my shaft in and out of her pretty lips.

Removing her lips from my cock with a loud popping sound Julia took my slick shaft in her hand and proceeded to stroke it very slowly as she lowered her head and whipped her tongue out onto my balls. I moaned loudly in response as her tongue toyed with each of the balls, before she finally swallowed one of them in between her lips. Gently she suckled on the solitary nut as her hand continued its treatment of my shaft. Then she moved her tongue down and started tonguing the region of my balls closest to my ass. The sensation was peculiar at first, almost like a tickle. But soon she had me moaning in outright ecstasy. Finishing with my balls, Julia trailed her tongue back up my shaft, stopping just south of the head where she placed her lips and began to suckle powerfully, as if to give my cock a hicky. Intense pleasure shot through me as she did this, whipping her tongue out between sucks to cool the nerves a bit. Then, satisfied with her work, Julia slid her lips back over the rim of my cock and sucked it in.

Just then I looked up and caught a glimpse of the two women across the way, their bodies thrashing around wildly as they ground their pussies together in a wildly energetic climax. Julia chose this time also to begin her own orgasm as her body began to tremble noticeably on the chair and a muffled moan vibrated against my cock. Then as if to add one more chime to the chorus, I heard the hour bell go off on my alarm clock signaling that it was midnight, and I lost it.

My head felt like it was swimming through a river of warm jell-o as my cock twitched inside Julia’s mouth and six large jets of cum erupted inside her mouth. Soon after I fell off of my cloud and realized that large droplets of sweat were running down my back. I too realized that Julia was moaning deeply on the chair in front of me and was still pumping my slowly softening cock in and out of her mouth. Sighing and wiping my forehead I let my foot fall back off the chair, forcing my cock to slip out of Julia’s mouth, which elicited a short-lived pout. Stumbling backward I found myself collapsing onto the couch as every ounce of energy that I had drained out of my body. My eyes felt heavy and droopy as I felt myself nodding off to sleep.

Then I felt Julia climbing onto the couch on top of me.

“I’m sorry Julia. I don’t think I can go another round.”

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around me. “Who said you needed to? Are you satisfied?”

“And how!!” I yelled.

“Well, so am I.” She giggled again. “Now get some sleep, you’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

I started to ponder the curious nature of Julia’s words just before I found myself once again trapped within the dream that had awoken me earlier that night. And throughout the many times that I woke up beneath Julia’s sleeping body, the only constant was that damn grouping of circles.





The next morning I awoke to find myself alone except for Oliver, who made a very dramatic show of being hungry when he realized that I was awake. Stumbling half-blind to the kitchen I poured him a small bowl of dry mix and saw the note from Julia thanking me for the wonderful bed to sleep on and a few other pleasantries. Rubbing my hand through my hair I tossed on a pair of boxers and had a quick shave and shower. Then I ate a quick bowl of Cheerios and threw some clothes on in an effort to keep myself from seeing those circles. Those damn circles. But everywhere that I went . . . they were there too.

Until finally I’d had enough of it. Flipping the switch to my computer on I sat down and typed in the search “circles”, which of course gave me nothing even close to what I wanted. So then I decided to focus my search in on patterns. “Circular patterns” also came up with nothing substantial, but I did notice a link referring to archaic symbols and patterns. Adding that kind of branch to my search came up with a huge list of sites that gave me some general information, but nothing specific enough for my needs. But I looked through most of the sites for a few hours, taking the chance that I might come across something meaningful.

And finally, some time around 10:00 a.m. I got lucky. On a site almost at the bottom of the search results list there was a page detailing mathematical symbols and their pertinence and importance in ancient archaic languages and magiks. The last part of what the page talked about scared me slightly, possibly because of my recent nightmares.

Magiks?

The symbol that I had seen in my dreams belonged to a family of similar symbols known as tetragrams because of the grouping of four equally sized geometric shapes in symmetric respect to each other. When I thought of the definition the symbol of the pentagram immediately flashed into my mind and I could only imagine how that one symbol must also belong to a larger “family” of symbols, but because of its repeated appearance in witch mythology it had come to hold the family name as its own.

Next I tried to find a bit more by typing the search “tetragram” but again I came up with nothing. I tried a few more related terms to no avail and finally gave up to the fact that I’d discovered all that I could online. To find out anything else of importance I’d have to take my search to the library.

Throwing on a baseball cap and my backpack I locked the door to my apartment and jogged down the stairs and hopped into my car, revving it up and shifting it into a gear.

“Excuse me! Could you wait a second!” came a woman’s voice behind me. Turning I saw the redhead from the window across the parking lot. Shifting the car into neutral I waited for her to run up to my car in a pair of high heels and another low-cut skirt and top.

“Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to be going to campus would you?” she asked me, with obvious need in her tone. “My roommate left this morning without me because I slept in and if I don’t make it to work on time this time I’m out of a job.”

I let a minute sigh escape my lips before I caught a brief flash of her cleavage as she bent over to readjust one of her heels. At the very least I’d get to ogle her for a bit, at a much closer view than before, so I agreed.

“So where to on campus?” I asked as she tossed her purse in beside her.

“Oh I work at the campus library.” She informed me.

“Well, you’re in a lot of luck this morning. I was headed there anyway.” I said with a quick smile. Smiling back she closed the door and I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road.

“So did you and your roommate have a fight this morning or something?” I asked.

“Do what?” She almost jumped at my question.

“Your roommate? Is that why she left this morning without you? Did you two have an argument?”

“Oh . . . heh . . . yeah.” She blushed slightly. “We had a bit of a tiff this morning and she stormed out and left me stranded.”

“Well, I guess your misfortune is my fortune, huh.” I said as I gave her my best charming smile.

Turning slowly towards me she flashed me one of those “give me a break” glances and said, “You’re not one of those guys who thinks that just because you’re giving me a ride that I’m going to fuck you, are you?”

Her open and blunt honesty caught me by surprise. “Bu . . . well, I . . . uh . . .No, of course not.” I said as I stared straight ahead.

“Damn, that’s too bad, cause I’m really frustrated right now and that would be a terrific way to start the day.”

Staring straight ahead silently I cursed myself, unwilling to press further to find out whether she was just joking or being serious.

Finally, after a quiet remainder of the way to the library, we arrived and she almost leapt out of the car before I even had a chance to park it. Reaching over the seat she grabbed her purse and turned to trot away before she stopped and turned around to face me. Leaning over she moved in close to my ear and her hand clutched the bulge in my pants.

“You know, I’d have let you fuck me if you’d just asked.” Then with a smile and slight squeeze she was jogging off towards the library, leaving me with an aching erection and a head full of confusion. Shaking my head, I took my backpack out of the backseat and locked my door and made my way into the library.

As I’d expected my search was a bit more fruitful in the hardcopy archives of the library, both in the area of tetragrams and archaic symbols in general. Twenty minutes after entering the library I had my nose buried in a pile of a dozen books pertaining to the topic that I was interested in. For the next few hours I read book after book, learning that tetragrams, like pentagrams, were used in archaic languages and could also be connected through history to the myth and hysteria of witches.

It was claimed by some that the two different families of symbols actually represented two different families of witchcraft, in reality. That the pentagram symbolized a grouping of four witches, calling themselves “corners” and usually each pertaining to one of the four primal “forces” while the fifth was an overseer or protector that the four “corners” where innately unaware of. Over time many of the people who still practiced witchcraft had forgotten the meaning of the five sides to the pentagram and often forgot to pay homage to their protector, which ultimately lead to their ruin.

The tetragram however represented a family of witches and witchcraft that relied entirely upon themselves, leaving out the impact of a protector or overseer. This omission in truth was rumored to be the reasoning behind the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft. One was more willing to experiment in the forbidden mysticisms with a protector in the circle. Instead the tetragram witchcraft relied on three primary “corners” calling themselves sisters, since they were more likely than not all female, and a fourth “center”, also known as the brother, since he was usually a male. The fourth “center” was more of a familiar to the three “corners” than an actual witch himself and usually provided the three sisters with the focus of their magical powers. Another factor leading to the prevalence of the pentagram witchcraft was the intense bonding that was required by the tetragram witchcraft. These witches made up for the lack of protection provided by a fifth entity by solidifying emotional and spiritual bonds among the three “corners” and the “center”. In essence all four beings were required not only to love the other with undying devotion, but also to commit themselves for the rest of eternity. A version of marriage that far transcended typical weddings.

Then on the very last page of one of the articles was a direct copy of the image that I’d seen in my nightmares. Reading on I learned that it was perceived to be the strongest of the tetragram sects because of its perfect symmetry and stability. All four pieces are of equal importance in the tetragram. The outer three “corners” being free to explore the uses of their “magiks” while the core “center” being held them together, forming the most stable union possible.

Closing my eyes I tried to think back into the nightmare, pushing the edges of my memory for some glimmer of recognition.

“Hey what’s up good lookin’? What ya got there?”

Slamming the book shut I looked around startled to find the red-haired girl from earlier that morning standing behind me.

Her eyes wide, she backed away a little bit. “Okayyyy . . .sorry, man, I was just coming over to see if you were up for some lunch.” Turning she moved to walk away, but I quickly leapt up and cut her off.

“No, please. That would be great. I’m sorry.”

Casting me a curious glance, she tapped her finger on one of her lower teeth as if in decision. “Welllll . . . okay, but no more freaking out on me.”

Taking me by the hand she lead me up the stairs, towards the older archives.

“Where are we going? I thought you wanted to go for lunch?”

Casting me a wicked glance she didn’t say a single word and kept on leading me further up the tall library. Once we’d reached the upper, 8th, floor she turned a right and we walked around the circular perimeter of the library floor plan.

“Care to tell me where we’re going?” I asked curiously. But “Shhhhh.” Was the only answer I got as she lead me further and further around the library. Then, suddenly she took a left turn and practically drug me down four or five long book aisles until we reached the very back of the library.

Immediately, without a single word she reached down and began unbuttoning my pants, leaving me standing there as she took my pants and boxers and pulled them down to my ankles before proceeding to her own attire. Turning she hiked her skirt up over her hips and placed one foot up on one of the book shelves, showing just how bare her crotch and ass were. Looking back she cast me a curious glance.

“Well, we don’t have all day.” She said with a grin. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get on with it and fuck me?”

Catching my bearings suddenly I gripped her by the hips and steadied her as I placed the head of my cock against the opening to her pussy.

“Wooooo there big fella! Uh uh . . . I’m a virgin and I plan on staying that way . . . you want a piece of this ass? Well that’s all you’re getting.”

Shocked and confused, I spat on my hand and lubed up the head and shaft of my cock a little before placing it at the puckered opening of her anus.

“Oh yeah, right there baby.” Spreading her cheeks apart with my hands I easily slide my entire cock head in as her ass spread wide to accommodate me.

“I take it you’ve done this before.” I asked as I slid the first inch of my shaft inside her with no protest.

“Oh yeah!” she nearly screamed. “Just like that baby. All the way to the balls”

I was in marvel as she pushed her hips back and I pushed mine forward in unison and the entire length of my cock was suddenly buried in her rump. I’d never seen a woman take it that way so easily before. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t take advantage of it. Taking her ass in my hand I gripped it tightly and bounced her off my hips as my cock impaled her ass repeatedly, making her moans louder with each thrust.

“If you’re not careful you’re going to give us away.” I whispered.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck my ass dammit, god I’m so close to . . . uuuuuuuunnnnnnnn.” The next thing I knew she was shaking the entire bookcase in front of us as her legs, hips, and chest heaved, shook, and trembled with her orgasm. This in turn increased my pleasure so much that I could feel the pressure in my balls nearing the point of my own climax.

I grunted in anticipation and that set her off for some reason. “Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you cum in my ass until I tell you you can! Not until I’m finished!”

Holding on for dear life I let her take over as she ground her hips hard against me, sweat and cum rolling off of her pussy and ass, soaking my clothes in the process. It was becoming harder and harder for me to keep from cumming and I told her so, honestly.

“I’m going to tell you this once. You cum in my ass without my permission and that’s the last piece of it you’ll ever get!”

Well, that did it for me. There was no way I was missing out on a second shot at this. Closing my eyes I did my best to contract my muscles and somehow managed to hold back for what seemed like hours while she pounded away at my cock. Then suddenly I felt her pulling away from me, breathing heavily as she pulled her hair away from her sweaty face and pulled her skirt down over her bare crotch.

“Not bad gorgeous” She said with a serious smile. “Tell you what. Why don’t you bring that around tonight around 11 o’clock and we’ll see about letting you finish where you left off.” Having said that she leaned down and gave me a fresh peck on the cheek and sauntered down the aisles, leaving me confused, dazed, and completely naked among the pottery and crafts books.

Pulling my pants up I gingerly made my way down the various flights of stairs until I arrived at my pile of books and my backpack. With no sign of the red-haired girl around I took my backpack and made my way to my first class of the day. I’d found out just about all I was going to find out about that grouping of circles. I still didn’t understand what it meant, but at least now I wasn’t totally in the dark.

I paid very little attention to the lectures in my classes during the day as I kept concentrating on what the books had talked about. Often times I felt myself drawing a doodle of the circular tetragram from my nightmares.

The rest of the afternoon and evening were relatively uneventful, especially compared to the vast difference in my sex-life over the past two days. No sex what-so-ever for over twenty years of trying and suddenly, bam, out of nowhere, two hot chicks back-to-back. It was bizarre, when I sat down and thought about it for a while. I knew that I wasn’t homosexually oriented, and yet I’d never once struck up a serious relationship with a girl. Not once. Never even tried. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I found girls attractive, but I just never even considered attempting relationships with one of them. Not one.

And for me, that rang just a little too close to home with what the book had talked about. Was that why I was seeing this symbol over and over? Had I seen it somewhere and was my subconscious mind trying to tell me something about my love life, or lack thereof?

Interesting questions indeed, but a thought for some other time. It was almost ten minutes till 11 and time that I made my appearance at the apartment across the complex. Tossing on my leather jacket just in case she felt like going out somewhere, I walked down the stairs and across the parking lot to the building that faced my own. Immediately I remembered that it was Halloween night as half a dozen kids in Power Ranger costumes and Jar Jar Binks masks ran by me, laughing and playing as they went. Kind of sad I guess that not many kids dressed like the ghosts and ghouls of my own childhood, but that’s the way of things I guess. Looking up I saw the light on in the apartment that I was headed too, and I took that as at least a comforting sign. Trotting up the stairs, I made my way up the three flights and lightly tapped on the door at the top, exactly where my apartment was in my building.

I heard someone yelling, “Coming!” through the door and smiled a little as I heard someone trotting through the apartment. The red-haired girl smiled warmly as she opened the door and found me waiting and quickly ushered me inside so that I could sit at her couch in the living room. Soon after she brought in a pair of champagne glasses filled with a white wine and she sat down next to me, sitting sideways on her legs.

Clanking our glasses together we each took a sip of the wine before setting them down on the table in front of us. “You know, I must admit that I’m surprised that you invited me over here tonight.” I told her in all honesty.

“Oh, and why’s that?” She said through that Cheshire cat grin of hers.

“Well, I saw you and your roommate last night by accident through the window.”

Stopping she looked at me in a bad imitation of shock. “You did! And what did you do when you saw us.”

“Well, I took a cold shower, to be honest.”

Chuckling seductively, she placed her hand on my far cheek, turning my face as she placed her lips against my own. “Well you know, you should have given us a call, instead of forcing us to send Julia over to you.” Then in a flood of thought and emotion, I pondered her words as she kissed me, and I found myself once again in the land of dreams. When my consciousness returned to me I found myself floating in some dark liquid, with tiny voices whispering all around me.

Soon I found the liquid receding and the tiny whispers quickly became louder until I could distinctly hear the voices of three women, two of which were Julia and the red-headed girl.

“Ah, I see you have awakened.” Came a third unrecognized voice. Only that wasn’t true. I recognized it quite plainly. It was Alicia, the dark-haired girl from the night before, and the third and final “corner” of the sisters. “Dear, dear Brother”. How I’ve looked so longingly towards this night.”

“As have I dear Sister” I found myself answering. “ This year has been MOST hard on my hormones.”

“So we’ve heard. So we’ve heard.” She spoke in her far Eastern dialect; an accent she’d picked up several centuries in the past. “Julia here tells us that you’ve had a few women preying upon your nice-guy image. Perhaps we should do something to tarnish that image.” She continued on as she wandered around me in a circle and flashed me a wicked smile. I knew that they would have me restrained down upon the same circular table that I’d always been strapped to, my arms free to move from the elbow up, but otherwise completely incapable of movement. Above me, on the ceiling I saw the ashen image of the tetragram of our family’s heritage. I felt a stray breast graze my chin and I tried to catch it in my mouth, to no avail. Next a row of delicate fingers raked down the inside of one of my thighs, causing me to growl slightly. This was followed by a pair of lips on my chest, applying direct moist pressure to one of my nipples. Then I felt the table giving slightly beneath me and looked up to find Alicia hovering above me, completely naked except for the arcane symbols tattooed into her skin. Julia and Olivia too joined us on the table, both straddling my arms as they situated themselves in the arrangement of the tetragram.

“Tonight we renew our vows before one another, bonding us not only in the eyes of each other, but in the union of our very souls. Let this man whom we have chosen as our Center be truthful always to our love, as we are truthful to his, and to our Sisters.” Slowly I felt Alicia’s lips spread as she lowered her hips onto my waiting cock. Julia and Olivia too lowered themselves, as they each took one of the hands of their fellow sisters into their own hands, forming a triangle amongst them. My hands instinctively wandered up, my thumbs nestling in between their lips, just below the nub of their clits, and I gently pressed my middle finger against their backdoors..

All three girls moaned in unison and I groaned as I felt Alicia sliding further down my cock. “Let this Night of Souls magnify our energies as we commit ourselves to the utter devotion of our circle.” Slowly I started rotating my thumbs in circles as I pumped my fingers further and further into the girls’ rears, finding far less resistance with Olivia, which I expected. Alicia was now bobbing up and down on my cock, her silky flesh squeezing my shaft tightly with each pull away, forcing me to growl with the pent up tension that Olivia had placed within me at the library.

“Now, let our Gathering once again bear the fruit of our work. Let us . . .” Alicia’s voice faded away as I felt my senses suddenly magnified beyond all human belief. The slightest breeze was like a roar in my ears. The tiniest flicker of candlelight was like staring into the fiery core of the Sun. And the tiniest pleasure of touch. Multiplied beyond all imagination. I tried to scream, but the ability escaped me as I felt every flesh-upon-flesh sensation coursing through every nerve in my body.

Alicia ground her hips against repeatedly over my cock as I relished in the pleasures of her pussy. The other two girls were also grinding their hips as they allowed the rhythm of the energies to take over their bodies. The smooth texture of their skin felt wonderful beneath my thumbs and my middle fingers were now submerged up to the second knuckle. My heart raced in tempo with the rhythm that pulsed through their bodies. All else was lost to the passionate lust of our circle.

Throwing my head back, I noticed that the clock on the wall read 11:59 and I knew what was about to happen. I could feel it building like a storm just out of sight. You can feel the electricity in the air, the uplift of the wind, the moisture in the air, just before the clap of thunder rolls over you like an unseen wave.

That was what I felt, just before the clock struck midnight, Halloween. Suddenly all three girls began to convulse and I knew that the clock had struck. A tiny gate was thrown back and I felt a deep surging in the base of my groin. A gigantic release of pressure accompanied the flow as Alicia threw her head back and roared out her own release as my cum filled her pussy, igniting her own senses like molten lava.

That was the last thing that I remember before suddenly waking up to find all three of my “sisters” standing above me. I knew what was next to come and yet I fought it instinctively, as I always have. All three kissed me tenderly on the lips, as they joined the chanting that has filled the temporary apartment of our little ritual. Once again I shall be thrown back into my average life, on the outside unaware of the vows that bind me to them, and yet on the inside totally committed to them. As their chanting grows in volume the room begins to glow a faint yellow-orange, drowning out the shape of their faces.

Now their bodies dance around me in a circle, the tempo increasing in their voices as they speed me along my destination. Now the light has grown in intensity. A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say “It never happened. We were never here.” As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener’s dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories.

All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the shape. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman’s stake of claim, as if to label me as someone’s property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth.

But alas, I cannot.

The Gathering is upon me, once again.

My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter’s night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plane white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape.

A grouping of circles.