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A Tale of the Ancient Art of Sex Magick (The Strange Story of Peter and Celeste)

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A Tale of the Ancient Art of Sex Magick; or, The Strange Story of Peter
and Celeste 

He started the hot water flowing in the shower stall and turned to face
the woman standing behind him, waiting expectantly. Gently grabbing her
by the shoulders, he slowly turned her around and, forcing her to bend
slightly at the waist, pushed her firmly against the shower wall; her
permissive passivity simultaneously spurring and turning him on. Her
arms were thrust out in front of her, palms flat against the tile wall,
ass stuck out with her legs spread slightly, as he carefully forced his
stiffened cock between the moistened lips of her vulva and slooowly
pushed deep inside of her. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, Peter" she purred melodically and he just couldn't help but
let a smug little grin settle comfortably on his face. They were both
stark naked, standing directly in the path of steaming hot water
pouring from the chrome shower-head, and her full breasts began to sway
lasciviously back and forth as he immediately started pounding
furiously away at her pussy. 

With each thrust she let out a steady "uhh" and, as he started moving
faster, she pushed against the shower wall, forcing him further into
her, filling her completely, stretching her vaginal wall to the very
limits; her pelvic muscles tightening around his throbbing cock;
clenching, grabbing, squeezing his dick, like she wanted to hold on and
never let go; the guttural sounds were issuing from her in a soft and
steady stream now. 

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back, focusing intently on the
entire length of his dick, feeling every inch of it as he - BAM! -
pushed violently into her, pulled out, and - BAM!! - slammed forcibly
back in again - her own thrusts in perfect synchronization with his own
- moving in and out so quickly that he could already feel the euphoric
sensation in his groin creeping steadily and inexorably towards an
explosively massive crescendo. 

She was coming repeatedly now and kept shouting "Yes!!" so frequently
and with such fervor that it drove him mad with desire! It felt like
his cock was actually swelling a little bit bigger with each violent
stab, forcing so many beautifully lustful noises to flow freely from
somewhere deep within her porcelain throat. As he began to reach climax
he immediately withdrew from her, his firm grip now providing the
necessary rhythm, and nuzzled up to the gentle curve of her creamy
buttocks. 

With his smoothly shaven scrotum nestled gently against the divide of
her cheeks; eyes still shuttered tightly and teeth clenched in focused
concentration; fist pumping forcefully against his thrusting pelvis,
squeezing firmly around his cock as it swelled generously within his
zealous grip; he slowly and quite deliberately discharged his warm
sperm across the small of her back, the whole while grunting in tandem
with the rhythmic spurts of semen bursting - indeed, EXPLODING- from
the head of his pulsating dick. Wave upon wave of pearly white jizz,
working in concert with the overwhelming tide of pure ecstasy washing
over his very soul, erupted from the mouth of his cock; not just
amassing a sticky pool of pale molasses on her backside, but some
globules actually getting as far as her middle back and onto her
shoulder-blades. 

Finally, after his seed had been thoroughly and utterly spent, yet
before the pleasantly seismic convulsions in his cock had started to
subside, he slowly let his shoulders sag as he let out a loooong, quiet
sigh of satisfaction. He was dimly aware that the fingers of his free
hand had found their way to his chest and were playfully fondling and
caressing the erect nipple there; his other hand, of course, was
wrapped tightly around his meaty shaft, amazingly still hard. With his
mind's eye he could see a long, thin, gossamer strand of come - running
from the puddle of sperm collected at the summit of her coccyx to the
slick tip of his dick - connecting them together in the eternity of the
moment as it wavered lazily in the steamy air just a split-second
before it snapped in half and cut them off from each other. 

Peter wearily opened his eyes, letting the hot water cascade over him,
and looked down at his slowly deflating penis, still grasped tightly in
his fist. "Jesus," he whispered, trying to slow his breathing, "that
was one hell of an orgasm". He thrust his hands in the shower water,
washing away the excess come. The woman didn't respond; but then, Peter
had never expected her to. The woman, you see, had vanished. 

Well ... to be a little more precise, she had never actually been there
in the first place, being nothing more than a mere figment of his
imagination - and a very good one, at that. But the woman, Celeste, was
very much a flesh and blood person and he knew where she was ... or
rather where she was going to be. Later that evening - in a few hours,
in fact - she was going to be at the bar where her fiancÃ©'s band was
playing ... and Peter was supposed to meet them there. Thaaaaaat's
right, ladies and gentlemen, her fiancÃ©. Peter, however, had never
actually had sex with her (only in his boundless and vivid imagination)
but he knew from watching her almost every weekend for the last year
that she was every bit the wild vixen that she purported to be. 

He grabbed the bar of soap from the soap-dish and smiled, thinking of
her again. He had never before, until recently, masturbated while
daydreaming about any of the women he knows personally (he always just
fucked them if they would allow it - and if they wouldn't ... ehh, fuck
'em) but there was just something different about this one. 

Every time her seductive form materialized in his mind, all the blood
from his brain would course directly to his dick, and he wouldn't be
able to think clearly until he could "relieve the resulting tension";
so, whenever it was convenient, he would jerk off excitedly while
gleefully picturing her, say, choking greedily on his sumptuous cock,
gluttonously devouring the thick flood of warm, salty sperm flowing
smoothly down her throat as he furiously unloaded his essence directly
into her. 

His penis, now largely flaccid, moved ever so slightly. 

Lately he's found himself entertaining the notion that she just might be
interested in him ... maybe. And he desperately wanted to believe that
she was interested, because somehow, inexplicably, he had managed to
convince himself that not only might she be willing to engage in
something similar to the pounding fuck-under-a-steady-barrage-of-
hot-water he had just envisioned, but that she might actually be
excited by the prospect of performing some of the lewder acts from the
carnal depths of his imagination. He slowly turned the bar of soap
around in his wet hands, building up lather, thinking. Well, he hadn't
quite convinced himself of it, but he really did believe that he could
use his charms to get her to like him ... in friendship at the very
least, if sex was irretrievably out of the equation. 

Because, even though she's so unbelievably erotic and sensual, even
though she has the ability to effortlessly command his complete
attention whenever she's near, even though his hard-on intensifies by
at least 10 percent whenever she even looks in his general direction,
let alone directly at him; all he truly wants is to talk to her and get
to know her a little bit better. For all her exotic beauty and
irresistible sex appeal, she actually seems like an interesting person,
and ... yeah, yeah - blah, blah, blah - bullshit! While there was some
truth in all that, he had to admit that he mostly just wanted to fuck
her ... and I mean fuck her gooooood. And he knows he could do it, too,
given the chance. And he's certain - no, make that positive - that she
wants to fuck him as well. 

The sound of the shower spray reverberated loudly in the small bathroom,
as he absently ran the bar of soap up and down his chiseled arms, under
his armpits, his smile slowly giving way to a small frown. Aww hell ...
he had to face up to the facts - she never even gave him the time of
day. In fact, it was likely that she wasn't even aware that he existed
at all. 

He considered this for a moment. 

No ... that wasn't exactly true, he thought, as he swiftly scrubbed the
soap across the washboard surface of his well-toned abs. He has caught
her, on several occasions, looking at him with what he can only
describe as cautious scrutiny, the faint suggestion of a smile hiding
somewhere on her lips, looking at him like she's carefully studying
him, curious - liking what she saw, but wanting to know more ... or
maybe just letting him know that she's aware of him, biding her time,
waiting for him to make his move - with a subtle hint of invitation,
and all the possibilities that implied, lurking deep within her cobalt
eyes; perhaps even wondering just how brash and bold this cute guy
might actually be. And she has spoken to him - a number of times -
although he had to admit to himself that it was usually when she was
merely letting anyone within earshot know every exhausting detail of
her life. The woman could certainly talk an awful lot about herself. 

But, he remembered, she's engaged to that worthless piece of shit, Joe
Killian, the singer in that talent-less band he was going to see later
that evening. He never much liked the guy (or the band) but Joe had
asked him for some help mixing the band's sound and Peter needed the
extra money; anyway, it was an opportunity to see Celeste. And he was
fairly certain that she'd never cheat on the guy anyway, for some
strange reason - he's overheard her say as much to all the poor
bastards who inevitably accost her wherever she goes, to no avail (but
not before getting a free drink out of 'em, though). 

He just couldn't figure out what the hell she saw in the guy in the
first place, that's all. Well, maybe the guy has a really big dick or
something, he pondered half-jokingly - who knows? Peter chuckled
slightly as he contemplated that. Well ... certainly Celeste would
know. 

At this, he furrowed his brow and listened to the droning hiss of the
falling water as he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep an unpleasantly
vivid image from forming in his mind; one in which Celeste, wide-eyed
with disbelief, her mouth hanging slightly open and locked in a small
smile of astonishment, waits in eager anticipation for that asshole to
slide an obscenely enormous (nooooooo - it couldn't be that big!) cock
between her legs. 

This uncomfortable thought sat uneasily in his mind for about half a
minute. Naaaaah, Peter finally concluded, the guy doesn't have a big
dick; he just is a big dick and she can't tell the difference. He
would, therefore, just have to get her to see the difference. He
laughed aloud this time. 

But the truth was, she mostly just seemed unaware of (or indifferent to)
his very presence. So, simply put ... he just didn't have a fuckin'
clue whether she was interested in him or not - but being an optimist
at heart, he trusted his instincts and hoped for the best. Besides, he
told himself, running the bar of soap in lazy circles across his broad
chest and feeling slightly better, it would be difficult to be friends
with a woman if you're constantly picturing her with your cock stuffed
deep in her mouth. 

A mischievous smile spread slowly across his face as this vivid image
began to take root in his mind. He felt a pleasantly familiar pressure
building deep in his groin and, still grinning wickedly, looked down at
his ballooning penis, a hard-on of massive proportions (at least for
his modestly average size) growing quickly in both length and girth.
Damn, he was ready to go again! But he wasn't really surprised much by
that; Celeste always had that affect on him - just thinking about her,
and he's up-and-at-'em, ready to fuck. 

And that, he proudly mused, is a trick that has often come in handy in
the past. After he's finished banging some randomly-chosen drunk chick
that he'd managed to convince into fucking him and he's already shot
his wad all over the poor girl's tits, but still feels that she needs
to experience more, all he has to do is picture Celeste, say,
straddling him, riding him cowgirl-style, lustily impaling herself
repeatedly on his swollen cock, yelling his name over and over again at
the top of her lungs between multiple shouts of "Oh dear God" and "Oh
sweet Jesus", her sweat-glistened breasts jostling up and down in
syncopated rhythm with her forceful, downward thrusts, and suddenly ...
he's good for at least another half-hour or so, give or take.
Sometimes, having a good imagination can really pay off. Well, he still
had some time before he had to meet them and he was getting hornier by
the minute, sooooooo ... deciding to put his imagination back to some
good use, he put the bar of soap back in the soap-dish and gently began
stroking his rock- solid cock. 

**** 

Celeste lay stretched out on the sofa in her living room, watching T.V.,
wearing her favorite black laced panties, no bra, just a concert
t-shirt with the rock band's logo pulled taught against her ample
breasts. She delicately fondled a hardened nipple, poking roughly into
the fabric of her shirt, as she fondly thought about the cute guy she'd
seen at the bar the other night; the one who wouldn't - no ... couldn't
- take his eyes off her. She smiled, thinking of him again. 

This particular guy from the other night, she couldn't remember his
name, he was a funny one. Not funny like he made her laugh (which he
didn't), but funny in a ridiculous sort of way. Like the way he had
gotten all excited when she'd smiled and accepted his drink offer, as
if he'd thought he was going to get lucky right there and then on the
bar itself, while the bartenders, waitresses, and patrons looked on. 

She remembered thinking that she'd have a little fun with him then, so
when she asked him if he wanted to dance and he had blurted out a
drunkenly exuberant "Absolutely!" she was pleasantly rewarded with the
sight of him practically falling all over himself, leading her by the
hand to the makeshift dance floor in front of the stage. 

From there it was easy. Flashing him her most winning smile and giving
him a look she was sure he saw as a prelude to some impending sexual
encounter of the first kind, she proceeded to bump and grind, like she
was performing a striptease: hypnotically shaking her luscious tits in
his face to the driving beat of the music, accentuating the enticingly
deep crevice of her cleavage whenever possible; rubbing her shapely ass
into his crotch, feeling through her thin skirt his tremendous hard-on
pressing roughly into her; allowing his hands to move freely up and
down the delicate curves of her waist and hips, a goofy smile plastered
on his face the whole time, surely realizing that she wasn't wearing
any panties. 

All the while Joe was watching from the stage, giving her a knowing
smile, aware that she was just having a little harmless fun, secure in
the knowledge that she only had eyes for him. And she had to admit to
herself that it was fun; she just loved flirting with men ... or
"playing" with them, as she liked to think of it - in fact, she lived
for it. They just didn't always realize that it was just that:
flirting. And Joe, bless his heart, didn't seem to mind much at all -
hell, being in a band, he had all sorts of girls throwing themselves at
him every time he sang; she felt, then, that she should be able to
enjoy the advances of men just as freely and wantonly. 

But there were limits, of course; she knew Joe would never, ever cheat
on her, just as she would never even think of cheating on him. She just
liked the attention men showered on her, that's all; it made her feel
irresistible ... and powerful. And men were always showering her with
attention. 

Well, finally there was the inevitable mix of surprise, confusion, and
hurt on the guy's face (with, most likely, a fair amount of anger
thrown in for good measure) when, after the song had ended, she
politely said "Thanks for the drink", then, as an after-thought, added
"Oh ... and the dance, too", turned to her fiancÃ© on stage, blew him a
kiss and yelled "I love you, honey!" so the entire bar could hear, and
sashayed over to the table where her girlfriends were sitting, trying
unsuccessfully to hide their amusement at the whole spectacle. 

This was one of several time-honored "games" she would "play" with the
multitude of men who hit on her in the various dives that Joe's band
played in around town. If the guy got too pissed off about it, all
she'd have to do is tell Joe and he'd take care of it (usually just
glaring at the guy was sufficient; Joe was pretty big, muscular), but
this guy just sort of - collapsed  - in disappointment and sulked off
to lick his wounds. 

Her smile faltered slightly as a momentary twinge of guilt swept through
her. And, she reminded herself, she had thought he was cute: those
gorgeous eyes, his beautiful smile, that unbelievably tight ass. Even
now, just thinking about him, she found that her hand had strayed down
under her panties and was delicately massaging her ginger pussy, her
moist twat tingling with the potential energy of a pent-up and
powerfully potent orgasm just waiting for its chance to go off. 

Slowly, reluctantly, she removed her hand from her panties and turned
off the T.V. in mild disgust - there was just never anything good on!
Getting up, she stretched her arms and yawned as she shuffled into the
bedroom, thinking that she'd take a short nap and, afterwards, a shower
before heading out to the bar for the evening. She sat down on the edge
of the bed and thought again about the other night. That guy may have
been cute, she told herself, but cute guys are a dime a dozen and none
of them can compare with Joe. 

**** 

Still stroking his hefty hard-on while picturing Celeste in various
compromising positions, Peter closed his eyes and remembered, years
ago, running into a guy he knew who had recently returned from a
lengthy trip to the Far East (I realize that probably sounds a little
odd, considering the circumstances, but bear with me). Now, lest one
should raise an eyebrow at the mention of yet another male in the midst
of an intrinsically heterosexual fantasy, the reason this particular
man merits any attention at all is that he is the one who related to
Peter the legends that still circulated in some parts of the Orient
concerning certain mythical "lost" texts of ancient magical sexual
techniques involving, among other things, something the writings
referred to as "Astral Coupling" - or, loosely termed, long-distance
sex. 

Of course, Peter thought it was all bullshit, but the idea had intrigued
him immensely at the time and ever since then he had wanted to give it
a try - just for shits and giggles, as they say. His friend had said
that the ancients used this technique (as well as others) to seduce
women who were unattainable to the average mortal man: the wives and
concubines of kings and emperors. Once the woman experienced this
"psychic reaming", she would supposedly be driven to seek out the
physical form of the spirit that had copulated with her and consummate
the corporeal side of the relationship. All the man had to do then was
make himself easy to find. Hell, as stupid as all that sounded, he was
beginning to think that was probably the only way he could ever get
into Celeste's pants. Therefore, it was worth a try. 

From what Peter could recall, the required ritual was ridiculously easy.
The basic idea was to clear the mind of all thought, save that of the
woman to be seduced, and recite the appropriate incantations ... and
that was all there was to it. But, what were the words?? It had been so
long, he couldn't quite remember, but for some reason the phrase "kanar
sudtraya" sprang immediately to mind. Yeah, he was pretty sure that was
it. That was what his buddy had told him; just repeat the words "kanar
sudtraya" over and over again, while mentally fucking the woman in
every convenient orifice and in every conceivable way, until his astral
spirit simply left his body. Well, that certainly sounded easy enough. 

Yeah, right. 

With his eyes still closed, then, Peter cleared his mind of everything
but the luscious images of that gorgeous creature doing the most
wonderful things to, and with, his body, as he slowly and repeatedly
recited the words to the spell, rendered virtually inaudible over the
noisy tempest of the shower. In his mind's eye, he saw himself mount
Celeste from behind and watched as her ass jiggled hypnotically with
every deliberate and determined push into her decidedly delectable
pussy; he imagined standing upright, cradling her ass in his hands,
raising and lowering her onto his dick, with her legs wrapped tightly
around his waist and her arms linked loosely around his neck, her
breasts pushed up against his chest as their nipples rubbed pleasurably
together; and he voyeuristically watched her gorge herself silly on his
cock until he emptied his sticky payload all over her face and down her
breasts, squeezing them together to catch every last drop. 

This last image must have done the trick, because he suddenly felt a
lifting sensation, like he was riding in a rapidly ascending elevator.
He opened his eyes, momentarily pushing the pornographic pictures of
Celeste out of his mind, as streaks of scudding clouds whipped past him
- when he abruptly found himself standing in a doorway, peering through
the steam into what appeared to be someone's bedroom. And that, to his
astonishment, was precisely where he found her. 

**** 

Celeste was still sitting on the edge of the bed when she first became
aware of his presence. It startled her, not just because there was a
strange man standing in her bedroom uninvited, but that he was
completely naked and, for some strange reason, apparently masturbating.
Not only that, but he also appeared to be enveloped in some sort of
strange mist - a billowing fog that cryptically lent a surreal quality
to the experience - and, as if that weren't odd enough, she thought she
could faintly hear the sound of a shower running somewhere in the
distance. 

But as weird as all that may have seemed, it didn't motivate her to
action; in fact, she didn't move a muscle or speak a word, having
suddenly and quite surprisingly become deeply and profoundly aroused;
the slight, sexual sensations she had induced in herself only moments
before were apparently still smoldering deep within her. She concluded,
then, that she must have unintentionally fallen asleep right there on
the edge of the bed and was now enjoying a very strange, but realistic
and excitingly erotic, dream. Except that the man standing in the
doorway wasn't the guy she'd been thinking about, the one from the
other night. 

Of course, after a few moments she recognized Peter and was at first a
little confused about why she would be having a wet dream about him -
she'd never really given him much serious thought before - but seeing
him now, his chiseled physique highlighted by the contrast of dark
shadows and soft moonlight pouring through the open window, she felt
the initial stirrings of a long-dormant passion that she had only been
tangentially aware of. Despite any lack of desire she'd had for him in
the past, she was without doubt wildly and unabashedly attracted to him
now. 

He began to move slowly towards her, languidly stroking his erect cock,
as she spread her legs open slightly in subconscious invitation, her
eyes moving from his mesmeric gaze, down his sculpted body to the
hardened tube of meat he was tenderly massaging in his hand, and back
again. She wondered, fleetingly, what it might taste like. 

So when he happened to stop abruptly in front of her, and she was
staring directly into the eye of his cyclopean cock, she excitedly
believed that she was about to find out what it did, in fact, taste
like; but then he fell swiftly to his knees, slipping her panties down
the length of her smooth legs, around her feet, and tossing them over
his shoulder in one quick motion, as he lovingly burrowed his face
between her toned thighs and allowed his serpentine tongue free reign
to strike up a lilting little dance with her clit. 

The sensation of feeling his roaming tongue gyrating freely inside her
cunt was overwhelming, to say the least. She leaned back on her elbows,
raising her feet off the floor and bringing her knees closer to her
body, as dozens of thoughts and questions flooded quickly through her
mind. How was this even possible? What the hell was going on here?? It
all felt so real; she could actually feel his tongue wonderfully
working her clit over, licking her labia into shape, his strong hands
moving caressingly across the curvature of her waist and down along her
supple hips. This didn't feel like a dream; and this certainly wasn't
like any dream she'd ever had before. 

But in the blast-furnace heat of her overbearingly hot lust, these
potentially troubling thoughts quickly evaporated. Hastily removing her
t-shirt, she tossed it carelessly across the room, rendering her
completely naked, as she first pinched and rubbed her hardened nipples
and then, as the ecstasy intensified, placed a trembling hand on each
side of his head, coaxing his tongue deeper into the abyss. 

She was moaning loudly now and, at one point, when the pulses of primal
pleasure were at their most extreme, she raised her legs straight up in
the air, grabbed the back of each calf with its corresponding hand,
locked her knees and, in an amazing feat of both flexibility and
balance, held her torso upright - essentially forming a v-shape with
her lower appendages while improving her vantage point - so that she
could better observe his tongue slipping and sliding around between her
legs when her eyes weren't shut tight in concentration. 

This maneuver, however, shifted her weight enough so that she began to
slide off the edge of the bed, completely lost in her wild lust and
totally unawares; but, never letting his tongue break its glorious
stride, Peter's hands shot up, one hand pressing firmly into each of
the fleshy cheeks of her ass, and held her careening on the edge of the
bed (her legs, straight up in the air and spread-eagled, passionately
declaring "V is for Victory!!" the entire time), keeping her from
spilling embarrassingly onto the floor. In this precarious position,
she closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly, grinning a
Cheshire cat-like grin and giggling with pleasure. 

And then, seemingly without warning, while his darting tongue moved
effortlessly around and over her tender pussy, she cried out, feeling
the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced blossom deep within her
vagina and spread outward through her whole body, as she unleashed a
torrent of her juices straight into, and all over, his mouth. She kept
yelling out "Ohh!" in direct time with the fabulously intense spasms of
delight wracking her entire frame, dreamily thinking to herself that if
God were to strike her dead right now, she would certainly die a happy
woman. 

She was loath to remove his head from between her thighs, but the strong
desire to taste and feel his dick in her mouth, and the sure knowledge
that it would eventually find its way to the place where his tongue
currently held sway, persuaded her to lower her legs and, taking his
head in both of her hands, pull him gently to his feet. When he was
standing upright and she was once again "face to face" with the mighty
beast that was his cock, she licked her lips softly and, looking him
square in the eye, voraciously wrapped them around that magnificent
monster, bobbing her head back and forth lustily as she did so. 

**** 

He watched the determined movement of her head, as her luscious lips
slid skillfully along the tender flesh of his cock, her long hair
swaying back and forth softly as if stirring in a gentle breeze, the
barely audible smacking sound of skin and saliva seeping quietly into
the night air. He tried to clear his mind of everything but the intense
pleasures that were emanating from every square inch of his dick. He'd
worry about how the hell this could be possible later. Right now, he
just wanted to focus on this gorgeous woman and, more immediately, the
wonderful things she was doing with her mouth. 

The thumb and forefinger of her left hand was tenderly gripping the base
of his dick, the remaining fingers spread out evenly across his lower
abs - the thumb and forefinger of her right hand encircled his dick
(placed just in front of her mouth) and led her lips down the entire
length of it, stroking his rigid penis in unison with the even
thrusting motion of her mouth; after a few minutes of this, she stopped
and tickled the sensitive flesh just below the tip of his cock with her
tongue, and then quickly pulled her head away to look up at him as she
swiftly pumped his dick with her hand, eliciting a series of glorious
grunts and groans from him and causing a broad grin to stretch wide
across her glistening face. 

Placing his dick back in her mouth and picking up speed, she began to
hum intermittently, as though she were enjoying a tasty dessert, and
moved her right hand surreptitiously down across the plump valley of
her breasts - her fingertips lightly brushing the hardened, rubbery
nipple of her left breast, her forearm sliding seductively over the
right - down along the smooth plain of her stomach and between her
legs, where her fingers savagely massaged her wet pussy in time with
the soft and tender push of his gently thrusting pelvis. 

Peter placed his hands on either side of her head; not to rudely force
her face down on his cock, but to feel and incorporate its rhythmic
motion into his body - to immerse himself completely in the flow of
pure, orgasmic energy swirling and centering itself around the mass of
solid muscle deep in the pit of his groin, circling it like some
beautiful and benevolent maelstrom, gathering its strength for the
coming eruption. 

It happened a lot quicker than he had anticipated. Normally, he could
control the impending orgasm and hold it at bay until he was ready to
let loose, but this time it crept up on him stealthily and his groin
muscles squeezed together sharply, shooting the collected mass of sperm
through the shaft of his dick with the powerful force of a Howitzer
cannon and straight into her unsuspecting mouth. 

He shut his eyes tight, focusing intently on his pelvic muscles, timing
it so that when a volley of sperm was fired off, those same muscles
simultaneously pushed the receding blood back into his penis, filling
it to capacity and cinching it off, stiffening his cock until the next
barrage of semen was ready to go, which was only a mere half-a-second
away. With each shot he was overcome by a wondrous wave of euphoria, as
though his soul was being repeatedly and pleasantly sluiced through the
tiny slit-of-an-opening at the summit of his mountainous cock,
exultantly radiant with joy at having accomplished such a tremendous
feat of vitality and power and quite eager to do it all over again. 

Initially, the sudden burst of semen flooding into her mouth took
Celeste by surprise, but, like an old pro, she took it in stride and
intuitively followed the soft push of his pulsing hips into her plushy
lips, alternately swallowing mouthfuls of come and breathing in quickly
through her nose, as the warm and oddly sweet concoction nestled snugly
in her stomach. 

At first she was a little disappointed (she had hoped it would last a
bit longer than that, after all), until she suddenly realized that he
wasn't getting any softer in her mouth; in fact, it felt like his cock
was growing significantly larger with each strong surge, so that she
nearly gagged. When he was finally finished, she pulled back and looked
up at him in amazement, panting and staring wide-eyed at his still-hard
cock! How in the hell was that possible?? She'd never known a guy who
could do that! 

She heard a long and steady groan of delight escape Peter's lips as he
leaned his head back and smiled. 

Celeste stared at him incredulously for a moment longer, then turned and
jumped onto the bed. Fixing him with an enticing gaze and smiling
fiendishly, she crooked her finger at him and said, "C'mere, stud. I'm
not finished with you yet." 

Suddenly he was on top of her and inside of her: thrusting and moaning -
pumping, groaning! He kissed her long and hard, yet strangely soft and
tender, with an undertone of quiet urgency, her full lips soft on his,
his tongue gently probing and entwining around hers, her bountiful
breasts heaving high as his cock rammed swift and deep. Again and again
he pounced on her, in her, into her, deeper, (faster) farther,
(faster!) farther than any man had gone before, (come together) forcing
the breath from her body, (together) his face close to hers, (coming)
his breath warm and sweet, (coming, dear) her eyes focused on his, (oh,
fuck me) her eyes, (fuck me!) he could lose himself forever in those
eyes, (i'm coming) forever is a long time, (coming) a long time, I'm
coming, she's coming, (so am i), and coming (so am I), and coming!
(OhMyGod, SO AM I!!) "Oh God! CELESTE!!" 

And with that final desperate cry, they both came at once,
simultaneously yelling out, the headboard pounding soundly against the
bedroom wall, the concussions slowly fading away with the last dying
spasms of ecstasy purging itself from their hot, sweaty bodies. 

And the last thing Celeste remembered after Peter rolled off and away
from her, but before she slipped quietly into a deep, satisfying sleep,
was the wonderfully sticky sensation of warm sperm running down the
inside of her thigh. 

Jesus, what a dream! 

**** 

"I heard that she left Joe." 

Sarah said this matter-of-factly between sips of her coffee. She was
sitting across from Heather in their favorite booth, the one right in
front of the large plate-glass window, as the late afternoon sun,
blanketing the table top between them with its warm, golden light,
spelled out the name of the establishment in thick, black shadows,
filtered from the huge letters painted on the polished glass beside
them: "Debi's Diner". Neither of them had heard from Celeste in weeks
and they'd been in the middle of discussing it, among other topics of
mutual interest, when Sarah dropped this bombshell of information on
Heather's unsuspecting lap. 

Heather looked at Sarah in bewilderment, choking down the chewed pulp of
salad lettuce in her mouth before blurting out in a semi-controlled
tone "What?!? You've got to be kidding! She left him? Is she crazy??
He's fuckin' hot! That long hair, the tattoos ... Oh my God, that
voice! Are you sure??" 

"Yep, she packed her things and took off ... I don't know where." 

As Heather sat in stunned silence, trying to wrap her mind around this
juicy slice of surprising news, Sarah added, nonchalantly, "Oh ... and
I heard she's pregnant, too." 

At this, Heather's jaw fell open, her eyes swelling slightly in
surprise, as she gasped, "Joe knocks her up and then she leaves him??
That doesn't make any sense!" 

"Who said Joe knocked her up?" 

Heather sat quietly staring at Sarah, watching her casually sip her
coffee as if they had simply been discussing the weather or something.
Heather said cautiously, "You're saying that she cheated on Joe?? I
can't believe that - she loves Joe. Who told you this?" 

"I've only heard it from Linda, but apparently everyone's talking about
it," Sarah said, setting her cup down and looking directly at Heather.
"Linda is Celeste's closest friend, you know - if anyone knows anything
about it, it would be her. Besides, I've also heard that Joe can't have
kids. So, if she's pregnant ... well, you do the math." 

"You're sure she's pregnant? What if she's just getting fat and Linda
just thought she was pregnant? She looked a little on the heavy side
the last time I saw her. And even if she is pregnant, how do you know
it isn't Joe's?" 

"Well ... I'm not positive, no, but Linda seemed very certain that
Celeste was pregnant. And I think Celeste herself told me once that Joe
had a vasectomy a couple of years ago. Yeah ... she said that he never
wanted to have kids and that she didn't mind 'cause she didn't really
want kids either. Besides, like you said, why would she leave her
fiancÃ© after getting pregnant by him?? That doesn't make sense," Sarah
said as she quietly resumed drinking her coffee. 

After a lengthy pause, in which she waited, somewhat impatiently, for
Sarah to dole out more information, but instead merely watched her
drain her coffee cup in that maddeningly slow manner of hers - she was
obviously trying to draw out the suspense for as long as possible -
Heather practically shouted out, "So?? If she's pregnant and it's not
Joe's, who's the culprit? Don't leave me hanging here!" 

"Nobody knows. Not even Linda. If Celeste had someone on the side, she
kept it a well-guarded secret." 

"Well," Heather said derisively after a few moments, shaking her head
decisively, "to hell with Celeste." She took a sip of her lemon-water
and smiled craftily - cunningly - as she said, "I guess that just means
Joe's ... unattached now." 

"Yeah," Sarah offered, "I guess so ... though he's not really my type." 

Heather looked up from her salad, her smile broadening incrementally, as
she said "I suppose Peter's more your type, huh?" 

"Peter? Well ... all right, okay - yeah, I'll admit it. He is," Sarah
said, a tad defensively Heather thought, although she was smiling. "He
and I dated for a while ... you know that. It just didn't work out,
that's all. I guess he just hasn't found the right woman yet." 

Her smile faltered fractionally as she let out a quiet sigh; but then,
her grin regaining its former strength, she quickly added, "He still
gets me hot, though," momentarily inducing a fit of hearty laughter
between them. 

"Well," Heather finally said, still laughing and smiling, picturing Joe
in his trademark tight black leather pants, remembering the way he'd
smiled at her the last time she'd seen him, "I'll take what Joe has to
offer any day." She swallowed another bite of her salad, her face
taking on a more serious expression as she said, "Speaking of Peter, I
haven't seen him around lately, either." 

"Y'know," Sarah said speculatively, "now that you mention it, I haven't
seen him around either - which is odd. I used to see him all the time."
And then, almost as an afterthought, she added, "I hope he's okay." 

"Maybe he got a new job out of town or something ... who really cares?
It's not like he tells anyone his business anyway." 

"He'd tell me," Sarah said meekly. 

They both sat quietly for a while, Sarah slowly savoring the last of her
coffee and worrying over Peter, as Heather mulled over this last piece
of information for what seemed like an eternity, realization slowly
dawning in her eyes as she said, "You don't suppose ... naaaaah,
Celeste wouldn't have done that." 

"Wouldn't have done what?" 

"Well ... maybe I'm wrong, but it seems kinda suspicious that Celeste is
possibly pregnant with another guy's kid and now both she and Peter
have disappeared. That's one hell of a coincidence, don't you think?
But ..." and here Heather shook her head stubbornly, "Celeste never
really talked much about Peter - I always had the impression that she
thought he was sort of a jerk. I just can't believe she would run off
with him." 

"Well, she could do a lot worse than Peter," Sarah said a little
testily, "but I agree; I don't think they would run off together
either." 

"Although, now that I'm thinking about it," Heather said after a
moment's reflection, squinting her eyes in recollection, "I can
remember Celeste telling me - this was several months ago, the last
time I saw her - about a really, really hot dream she had ... starring
guess-who." 

"Peter?" Sarah asked, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. 

"Yeah. And," Heather said, beginning to laugh, "she also said that that
particular dream was the best sex she'd ever had! Can you believe that?
She said a wet dream was the best sex she ever had! How fuckin'
ridiculous is that?!? I'm sorry, but you can't tell me that a dream is
better than the real thing ... especially when the real thing is that
stud Joe. She's just fuckin' crazy. No, she wouldn't run off with Peter
just because of a damn dream! I'm certain about that!" 

And it was on that note that the conversation turned to other matters
and they continued talking and laughing until well after the sun had
gone down. When the diner was getting ready to close for the night,
they paid their checks and stepped out into the chilly spring evening,
hugging each other warmly and saying their goodbyes until next week
when they'd get together to discuss the course of their lives once
again. As Heather turned to walk away, Sarah asked, "Do you think we'll
ever see them again?" 

"See who?" Heather asked, genuinely puzzled. 

"Peter and Celeste, of course." 

Heather stared blankly back at Sarah for what seemed like a very long
time, before finally turning her head and peering off into the
distance, as if searching for the answer somewhere out there in the
darkness, saying, rather indifferently, "Oh, I don't know, Sarah."
Then, after a contemplative pause, she looked at Sarah and smiled
warmly, adding, "I'll see you next week, hon - goodnight," as she
turned away again, walking off to her car and never once looking back.

The Queen

The Queen

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:52:45 +0000

I am so ashamed. I am just so ashamed of myself, you have no idea. I
have been so bad I should be punished by one or two of you fine looking
women. Really, I have been a bad boy. I have let you people down big
time. Oh yes, I really did it this time. Here I am on an adult web site
and what do I write? Childish nonsense about lost tribes of wild women,
going back to the Garden Of Eden, girls tied to fences. Utter nonsense.
Here you people are out there, expecting some hot adult entertainment
and what do I give you? Childish nonsense. Well, it is about time I
straighten up and fly right. Deliver the goods. No more childish
behavior. It is about time I start acting like an adulterer, I mean an
adult. Well, you know what I mean. So without further ado, I bring to
you...oh you'll see. 

By the way, did I mention we are going to Fantasy Land? Giddy up Fantasy
Horse, because we are going to ride into town with both guns blazing.
Oh yea... 

To tell you my latest story we do have to go back in time a bit. I know,
I'm sorry. We have to go all the way back to the late eighties. If you
recall, I was engaged to a nice girl named Kim. Kim and I seemed to get
along real well. After a while we fell deeply in love. So, after a
couple of years of dating we did the inevitable. We got married. 

Our wedding was really a very happy event for all involved. I even
showed up on time. Heck, there was open bar at the reception so I
certainly wasn't going to miss it. Looking back, it was good that Kim's
parents paid for the wedding. If my folks paid, the reception would
have been in my mother's basement and it would have been strictly BYOB. 

I settled into the routine of married life pretty easily. I was doing
well in the company I was now partnered in with Rich. The projects we
were doing kept me working long hours sometimes so I did not have a lot
of time for socializing. It was nice to know my next piece of ass would
be waiting at home when I got there, hopefully with a warm home-cooked
meal. I have to admit those early times in my married life were quite
blissful. The sex was good, her cooking was good and I enjoyed her
company very much. Still, I was starting to think there was something I
was missing. It didn't take long for Kim to notice. Women always seem
to pick up on these things. 

"You looking at that girl?" She asked one day as a hot looking babe
passed by. 

"Come on now Baby, all guys look." I said meekly, "It's just window
shopping. All men window shop." 

"Well, I don't like it." She told me rather pointedly. 

"Hey, there is a difference between window shopping and entering the
store." I explained. 

She didn't speak to me for a while after that. In a way I enjoyed the
peace and quiet, but I really did enjoy my wife. I just kept thinking
there was something I was missing. 

One day at work things were a little slow. I was sitting at my desk just
pondering the meaning of life and other assorted minutia. As I was
sitting there, Carl walked in. 

"How are you today, Alan?" Carl asked, "You look deep in thought." 

"Oh, just pondering the meaning of life and other assorted minutia." I
answered calmly. 

"Say what?" He asked perplexed. 

"Carl." I started, "How is your time machine doing?" 

I was starting to think that maybe a long adventure would do me good. 

"Oh wonderful sir." Carl started excitedly, "In fact, I've made some
great improvements." 

"Oh, like what?" I inquired.
"Well, for one thing you can go as far as you want forward or backwards
in time." He answered. 

"That's nice." I thought for a moment but nothing interesting jumped
into my mind. 

"And also, I've added a great new feature." Carl added. 

"Oh, what?" I asked. 

"Not only can you do time travel," Carl started somewhat proudly, "But
you can travel to another dimension." 

Another dimension. Hmmm...Now my curiosity was piqued. This was
something special. I could go to Flatland. I could explore a parallel
universe. I could get a first hand look at quantum theory and
Heisenberg's uncertainty principle. I could truly understand the
underlying principles that govern all time and space. I could grasp the
universe in my hand and possibly understand the meaning of life. I
pondered the wondrous possibilities and the potential repercussions on
all mankind. 

"Do you think I can go to Sex Fantasy Land?" I asked. 

"Say what?" Carl asked somewhat perplexed. 

"Do you think I can go to Sex Fantasy Land?" I repeated confidently. I
knew where I wanted to go. 

"Oh, ah, I don't know. We can try." He said with a bit of hesitation. 

That was what I wanted to hear. 

Carl led me into the electronics lab and sat me down. Once again Carl
went over to his complex machine. He started flipping switches and
fiddling with knobs. The lights overhead dimmed momentarily as the big
machine came to life. The machine hummed loudly as needles moved and
panel lights flickered. 

"Ah, I have to ask again." I started, "How do I get back?" 

"Same way, just snap your fingers on your right hand three times in a
row." He answered. 

"OK, I'm ready. Shall we do it?" I asked boldly. 

Carl pushed some buttons and twirled some knobs. Colored lights
flickered on and off as the machine hummed louder. He punched some
numbers into his keyboard. Once again the room started to spin out of
control. I felt funny. My head started to spin and I felt lightheaded.
I shook, I started to sweat. My mind started to race at a fast pace. I
was out of control and there was no stopping it now. 

I woke up on a busy street in what seemed to be some sort of small city.
I looked down and noticed the street was paved in black velvet. A group
of women walked by. They were wearing only plaid skirts and spiked
heels. One of them pinched me on the butt and smiled as she walked by. 

"Hi Sugar, welcome to Sex Fantasy Land." She said sweetly as she passed.

I was amazed at the sights as I stood there on the corner. A young girl
with long blonde hair flowing in the breeze passed by me riding naked
on a white unicorn. She smiled at me as she picked a flower from her
hair and tossed it my way. I caught it and held it in my hand. 

I started walking slowly up the street. Everywhere couples, mostly
women, were making out on plush love seats that were situated along the
street like benches in other cities. Soft moans could be heard as women
walked down the street naked hand in hand. Occasionally they would stop
to touch each other or comb each other's hair. 

I walked further on and passed an all-night furniture store. As I looked
in the window I could see couples trying out new beds. A couple of
doors down I passed an edible clothing store where I saw couples
sampling the latest flavors as they ate their way to nakedness. 

A couple of doors up was an all-night bar. I walked inside. In the
corner was a young girl sitting there naked petting a cat. She looked
up at me and smiled. 

"Want to pet my kitty?" She asked coyly. 

She held up the cat as she spoke. As she removed the cat from her lap, I
noticed she had a vibrator between her legs. 

"I hope the buzzing isn't disturbing to you." She added, "Kitty likes
it. She finds it very soothing." 

"Um, no it's fine." I said. 

"Will you do me a favor?" She asked. 

"Um, what?" I responded hesitantly. 

"Will you change the battery for me? I'm not sure how." She asked
sweetly. 

With that she put down the cat. She bent over and reached inside a small
box, her butt sticking up in the air with the vibrator still sticking
out of her pussy. 

"Here." She said as she handed me the batteries with one hand and pulled
the vibrator out with the other. 

I took the vibrator and changed the battery as she sat there petting her
cat and giggling. When I was done, I handed her back the vibrator. 

"Thank you kind sir." She started, "What is your name?" 

"Alan." I said. 

"I am going to name this vibrator Alan. It is my favorite one. It is
with me all the time." She told me smiling and giggling. 

I walked on and found a seat at the bar. A young red haired barmaid
wearing only a cowboy hat and boots came up to me behind the bar. 

"You're new in town. What can I get you?" She asked sweetly. 

"A pint of Guinness please." I stated, trying hard not to stare at her
perfect breasts. 

A moment later a blonde haired girl with what can only be described as
absolutely humungous breasts came over and sat next to me. 

"The gentleman's drink is on me." She told the barmaid, "And anything
else he wants." 

"Thank you." I said. 

I looked up at a large screen TV on the wall. There were naked women
playing volleyball on the screen. 

"I'm in town for the Women's Naked Volleyball Playoffs. I'm a member of
the Swedish team in the large breasted division." She said, "How about
you?" 

"I'm in town to see the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land." I said, trying not
to stare at her breasts too much. 

"She'll never see you." She stated. 

I sipped my Guinness and made small talk trying to actually look at her
face once in a while. Suddenly a pack of women burst through the door.
They had perfect olive skin and green eyes. They wore only bright
feathers in their hair. 

"Quick! Hide between my legs." The big breasted blonde exclaimed. 

She grabbed me by the head and pushed me between her legs under her
skirt. She held the skirt over me as she squeezed her thighs together
almost suffocating me. A few minutes later she spoke again. 

"You can come up now, they are gone." She sighed. 

I stood up and then seated myself again on the fur covered bar stool. 

"Who were they?" I asked. 

"Oh, just a tribe of wild women. They go around to bars looking for men
to capture and take back deep in the jungle." She explained. 

"Hmmm...Sounds, um, dangerous." I stammered. 

"Oh yes, most men are never seen again." She explained. 

I took another swig of Guinness and looked up at the TV screen. Large
breasts were bouncing up and down as the naked girls hit the ball back
and forth over the net. I stared at the screen intently, my eyes
captivated by the motion of those mammaries as the girls jumped in the
air to get the ball. Suddenly, the huge breasted blonde began to cry. 

"What's the matter, you don't like me?" She sobbed. 

"No, why?" I said, somewhat perplexed. 

"You've been here almost ten minutes and you haven't even touched my
boobs." She said as she lifted up her shirt revealing the largest set
of knockers I have ever seen, "What's the matter, aren't they big
enough for you?" 

She started shaking her boobs in my face. She grabbed me by the back of
the head and stuck my face between her huge set of tits and rubbed them
all over my face. 

"There. Next time buy your own drink." She said as she got up and walked
away. 

I sat there for a moment somewhat confused over what just happened. I
finished my drink and thanked the naked barmaid. She smiled at me as I
got up out of my furry barstool and headed for the door. On the way out
the girl with the cat looked up at me and smiled. A soft buzzing could
clearly be heard. 

"Thanks again for changing the batteries for me." She said coyly. 

"Oh no problem. My pleasure, really." I added, "Say, do you know which
way to the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land?" 

"Around the corner, up the hill. The big chocolate castle." She told me,
"But, she'll never see you." 

I thanked her and made my way out the door. It was a perfect spring-like
day outside with the sun shining brightly. I walked to the corner and
turned onto the avenue. I saw a group of prostitutes standing around
apparently waiting for customers. Three hookers approached me, a
blonde, a brunette and a red head. All were young and quite beautiful. 

"Do you want to go out?" One of them asked. 

I thought about it for a moment then realized I probably could not
afford it. 

"Oh, I really don't have any cash." I explained. 

The girls giggled like schoolgirls. 

"What is so funny?" I asked perplexed. 

"You must be new in town." The blonde stated, "This is Sex Fantasy Land.
We pay you silly." 

I thought for a moment. Down boy, I said to my pecker. Hold on a minute,
Junior. 

"Well, how much for a blow job?" I inquired. 

"I would give you a hundred dollars to let me blow you." The blonde
answered. 

"Suppose I want all three of you?" I just had to ask. 

"Well, in that case...that would be, um, three times a hundred..." The
blonde started. 

"Three hundred." The brunette added, "We would have to give you three
hundred to let us blow you." 

I thought about it for about four nanoseconds. 

"OK, lets go." I said rather excitedly. 

I followed the three hot looking women up the street to a small but cozy
looking hotel. We walked into the lobby. A young woman in a French maid
outfit was dusting the furniture. The desk clerk was a hot looking
young brunette wearing a black body stocking. Suddenly it occurred to
me that I probably could not afford a room. 

"I don't know if I have enough to cover this." I said sheepishly. 

"Oh don't worry silly, we got it." The red head said as the girls all
giggled. 

"I only have the honeymoon suite left." The desk clerk said, "I hope
that is not a problem." 

"It shouldn't be." I added. The girls just laughed. 

I followed the girls as they led me up the stairs. There were young
couples fornicating on the steps as we walked up. We soon got to the
room and I opened the door with the card key. I stepped inside and was
amazed at the beauty of the room. 

"Isn't this nice?" The brunette commented. 

The red head went over to the stereo and put on an Al Green CD. The
music was soothing as we took turns undressing each other. Soon we were
all over each other with hands and mouths. The girls practically fought
each other to get their luscious lips around my now throbbing cock. The
brunette seemed to win out as she took my member and sucked it down
like a pro. Of course, she was a pro. The head of my dick touched the
back of her throat as her ruby red lips went all the way down to my
balls. The other girls joined in sucking my nuts and kissing the inside
of my thighs. The three of them working me over caused me to come so
long and hard I thought I was going to die of excessive pleasure. When
it was over I helped the girls gather their clothes and we got dressed.
We made our way back downstairs to the lobby. As we exited the
building, the desk clerk spoke. 

"Thanks. Cum again." She smiled as she reached down and fingered her
pussy through the body stocking. 

"Oh no, thank you." I said, "By the way, how far to the Queen of Sex
Fantasy Land?" 

"Just up the road in the chocolate castle." The hot looking clerk said
as she stuck yet another finger in her wet pussy, "But she'll never see
you." 

I said my good-byes to the lovely young ladies and started up the road.
A big yellow school bus was parked at the curb. A group of high school
cheerleaders was waiting at the curb to get on. It was obvious they
were going on a trip somewhere, perhaps to an out-of-town high school
game. As I walked towards the young women, an exceptionally beautiful
girl started walking towards me. She looked so good in her cheerleader
outfit, pom-poms in hand. Suddenly she spoke. 

"Excuse me mister, can you please help me?" She asked very sweetly. She
stared up at me with big dark eyes. 

"Um, I don't know. What can I do? I'm not from around here." I said
cautiously. I had no idea what she could possibly want from me. 

"I have a problem." She started, "You see, I'm still a virgin." 

"Oh, how can I help?" I asked cautiously. 

"Please, I need you to take me now!" She shouted, hiking up her skirt. 

She reached forward and undid my belt. She then undid my jeans
unleashing my cock, which was now quite hard. She pulled down her
panties as the other girls stripped to the waist. She then got down on
all fours with her skirt hiked up and reached back and started to
finger her young mound. You could see the moisture forming on her young
virgin lips as the sun shone on her glistening pussy. 

"Take me. Take me. I need your cock, please!" She cried. 

I got down behind her on my knees. The soft padded velvet walkway was
easy on the knees and seemed to be made for this sort of activity. I
slowly entered her from behind before thrusting my entire length into
her wanting love canal. The other cheerleaders picked up their pom-poms
and started chanting. 

"Alan, Alan he's the man. If he can't do it, no one can!" 

I increased the speed of my thrusts as this young virgin began to moan
with pleasure. The girls once again began to chant. Their naked young
breasts bounced as they did their cheers. 

"Alan, Alan he's the one. Come on Daddy, make her cum!" 

My pumping again increased in speed as I could feel this young thing's
vaginal muscles grip my rock hard shaft. The cheerleaders again started
to chant. 

"Come on Daddy start to ream. Make that young thing start to scream!" 

This young former virgin started to scream as I took her on all fours in
front of the other cheerleaders. When it was over I withdrew my cock
from her dripping pussy and stood up. The other girls applauded as
their friend sat quietly on the sidewalk. In a few minutes she got up
and thanked me. 

The other girls all insisted I at least finger them before letting me go
on my way. I obliged, since they insisted so much. 

"How far to the chocolate castle?" I asked the cheerleading captain who
was beginning to regain her breath, "I need to see the Queen of Sex
Fantasy Land." 

"Just up the hill. But she will never see you." Was the response. 

I left the cheerleaders as they begged me to stay and fuck them all
silly. I would have liked to but I had a mission. I continued up the
hill as a naked girl passed me on a bicycle. I couldn't tell for sure,
but I believe it did not have a seat. Further on, another naked girl
passed me carrying a snake. She gave me a sly glance. 

I made my way to the top of the hill and finally the chocolate castle
was in sight. It was the most amazing sight I have ever seen. It was
surrounded by a huge moat with rose petals floating in it. As I
approached, I saw young nymphs bathing in the waters. They were taking
turns washing each other's hair and bodies in the crystal clear water.
Giant candles reaching towards the sky provided light to the area at
night. The road leading up to the castle was paved in gold leaf. There
were giant marble statues of young women on the grounds surrounding the
castle. The grounds were immaculate, with a wide variety of flowers in
assorted colors. The scent of the flowers filled my nostrils as I
approached the guard station. 

I finally arrived at the guard station just before the intricately
carved bridge that led to the entrance to the chocolate castle. A young
female guard in a leather bra and panty set came out to greet me. She
had a paddle strapped to her side and a set of furry handcuffs on her
leather belt. 

"Halt. Don't go any further." She instructed, "What brings you here?" 

"I need to see the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land." I stated. 

"What is your mission?" She asked in a serious tone. 

"I need to see the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land. I am in search of the
ultimate sexual experience." I stated confidently. 

The guard laughed as I said this. Her red curls dangled seductively over
her shoulders. 

"What makes you think the Queen would see you?" She asked, laughter in
her voice. 

"I am a sex fantasy writer." I stated proudly. 

The guard just looked at me and laughed out loud. Her ample breasts
shook as she laughed. 

"Everyone around here says they are a sex fantasy writer." She started,
"Can you prove it?" 

She was smiling with a sort of 'Go ahead, I dare you' kind of look. I
thought to myself, how could I prove that I am a sex fantasy writer?
This was not as easy as I had hoped. 

Just then a thought entered my mind. I rummaged through the pockets of
my jeans and pulled out a tattered piece of paper. 

"Here." I said as I handed her the paper, "Read this. I can prove I am a
sex fantasy writer." 

She took the paper from my hand and studied it. After a minute she
spoke. 

"This is a grocery list." She said perplexed. 

"Oh, sorry. Wrong paper." I explained sheepishly. 

I rummaged through my pants and found another tattered piece of paper.
It was a copy of 'Lost Tribe'. I handed it to the guard. 

The guard studied the paper intently. After a few minutes she spoke. 

"Hmmm...I guess you really are a sex fantasy writer." She said,
seemingly impressed, "Well, follow me." 

She handed me back the paper and I put it in my pocket. She then took me
by the hand and led me across the bridge. We came to an entrance to the
castle, which bore a striking resemblance to a certain part of the
female anatomy. We walked through hand in hand into the giant chocolate
castle. 

As we got inside I was amazed to see the same girl that was in the bar
petting her kitty. Again I could hear a quiet buzzing sound as we
walked by. She looked up at me with a sly grin and spoke. 

"I see you made it." She said smiling, "The Queen has been expecting
you." 

The guard led me by the hand through the vast hall covered with candy
decorations depicting various sex acts. There were giant candy statues
of young women in numerous poses. They all looked good enough to eat,
literally. After a while we finally arrived in the Queen's chamber. She
was sitting on a golden throne shaped like a vagina. She was wearing
red spiked heels and matching crotchless panties. She was easily the
most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her naked breasts were perfectly
rounded and full with nipples that pointed delicately upwards. Her
thighs looked like they could crush a man's head at will. Her perfect
hour glass figure and full hips took my breath away. Her big dark eyes
sparkled in the light of the flickering candles that surrounded her
throne. On either side of her were young servant girls wearing nothing
but brightly colored flowers in their hair. The guard led me by the
hand right up to the Queen. 

"A visitor here to see you, Your Majesty." The guard spoke. 

"What makes you think I have time for this visitor?" The Queen said. She
had the most sensuous, seductive voice of any woman one could imagine. 

"He is a sex fantasy writer, Your Majesty." Said the guard. 

"A sex fantasy writer? Ha, everyone around here says they are a sex
fantasy writer." Started the Queen, "Can you prove it?" 

"Oh, yes Your Majesty." I said enthusiastically, "Yes, I certainly can."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tattered sheet of paper. I
handed it to the Queen. She studied it for a moment then spoke. 

"A dozen eggs. A gallon of milk. Three onions. A pound of butter. How is
this sex fantasy?" She asked, somewhat perplexed. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wrong paper." I said somewhat apologetically. 

It took the grocery list back and reached into my pocket again and
produced the copy of 'Lost Tribe'. I handed it to the Queen. She
studied it intently for several minutes and then spoke. 

"Very impressive. I see you really are a sex fantasy writer." She said
handing me back the paper, "What can I do for you?" 

"I am here in search of the ultimate sexual experience." I stated with
confidence. 

"What makes you think I can give you the ultimate sexual experience?"
The Queen stated. 

I was dumbfounded for a moment. Surely the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land
could give me the ultimate sexual experience. That seemed like a
no-brainer to me. 

"Why, you are the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land." I started hesitantly, "The
almighty ruler of all that is sexual. The keeper of every sexual
thought..." 

"Tell me. Are you married?" The Queen asked, staring at me intently with
those big dark eyes. 

"Why, yes." I answered. 

"And do you love your wife?" She asked. 

"Why, yes. Of course I loved my wife." I really did love my wife, "I
love her very much." 

"Then I cannot give you the ultimate sexual experience." The Queen
stated calmly. 

"Why is that?" I had to ask. 

"Because the ultimate sexual experience can only happen between two
people who love each other." The Queen stated frankly, "Go home to your
wife young man." 

I stood there bewildered. The Queen had confirmed what I guess I really
knew all along. I stood there like a fool. I came all this way to hear
what I really knew all along. 

"So that's it?" I had to ask. 

"That's it." The Queen answered. 

"What, no whips no chains no whip cream?" I was a bit disappointed. 

"No whips no chains no whip cream." She stated, "Unless that's what you
and your wife are into, of course." 

I stood there for a moment taking this all in. The gorgeous red haired
guard looked at me and smiled. 

"Anything else?" The Queen asked. 

"No, I guess that's it." I answered meekly. 

"Keep up the sex fantasy writing. The world can always use sex fantasy
writers." She said. 

"Yes thanks." I started, "Um, it was nice meeting you." 

"Nice meeting you too." She responded, "The guard will show you the way
out." 

"No that's alright." I said, "I can find my way out myself. I had enough
here." 

With that I turned and gave the guard a kiss on those luscious lips of
hers. Wasn't going to let that go by. Then I stood there and snapped
the fingers on my right hand three times in a row. 

I woke up back at work in a chair. Carl was standing beside me with a
curious look on his face. 

"How did it go?" He asked. 

"Oh, pretty good actually." I answered, "Hey Carl, do you know where I
can buy flowers around here?" 

"No, not really." He said hesitantly, "Why?" 

"I need to get home to my wife." I answered, "I'm in search of the
ultimate sexual experience." 

Carl just stood there looking rather perplexed. I just went back to my
work.

A Tale of the Ancient Art of Sex Magick (The Strange Story of Peter and Celeste)