Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 (12 page)

Yasmin’s Story:

While we are immersed in an ocean of shared lust, only known to ourselves, a man´s hand stops our action and takes Eleyne away to fuck her down near me. It is Tony, who looks savagely hot, wanting to reaffirm his rights over my girlfriend´s body. I suddenly grow so jealous of him while he is showing Eleyne who is the boss here. I want to throw myself upon him and mess with him, too, but I feel the grasp of Colin´s hands on my shoulders. He sits over the sofa again, pushes me down and tops me while he bites me viciously on the shoulders. He is not screwing me, but only rubbing his dick against my pussy, and trying to bite me again, but I dodge him and try to hold his hands. He pretends to fight against my grip, of course, he is kidding. He could just shove me down to the floor without any effort if he wanted to.

“
Are you crazy?” I ask him, then I almost cry in pain. He bites me again, and after that, he licks the small irritation on my skin. His wet tongue heals my micro wounds but I add, “No, stop this, I don´t like rough playing.”

“You are too naughty, baby. So you have to be corrected,” he murmurs wickedly near my ear and bites softly. “I'm just playing, I don't want to hurt you.”

“It seems your playing is going too far,” I'm feeling disgusted; Tony has taken Eleyne while we still were coming and I can sense clearly that Colin is, after all, jealous. And now he has the worst idea to put me under his power again. Maybe he was drinking too much while Eleyne and I were making love.

“You are jealous!” I exclaim and smile. “You are jealous of me, say it. Tell me that it’s true.”

“No, no,” he denies it and pretends that he tries to get out of my arms, I grasp his wrists.

“I just wanted to get back your attention,” he whispers in a friendlier mood, and kisses me softly on the neck, on the spot he was attacking before.

“And, indeed, you have succeeded.”

“Your mind is full of her, I can feel it. Let her go, she is enjoying Tony now. See them fucking?” he asks, and glances down to the place where Eleyne and Tony are performing their passionate love-making. “And she is not thinking of you any more, understand, baby? She almost fainted...”

We look down and Eleyne seems to be lost in a deep trance.

“All is over with her, sorry if Tony wrecked the party…” he says.

I know he is right, but my mind is still absent from him and he's not sure how to bring me back to the reality after such hot moments, but he tries to catch my attention. He says.

“Now, come here...” He slides his arm under my neck, over a pile of pillows and begins to lick the small wounds, one by one, while he sinks his fingers in my hair, as if to comb it.

“You are lovely,” he says. And then he returns to his usually nice mood with me. “I promise you, I won't be jealous anymore, ok?”

“Well, I must believe you…I only want to make love with you…” But he blocks my mouth with his, as if not to listen to my words any more, inserting his tongue in mine firmly and starting to virtually fuck my mouth with his tongue.

I'm delighted by this, excited, my slit is getting wet again while he is playing with a finger over it, rounding it, touching it lightly, like tickling it and after that, presses it down with force. I moan, but the sound is suffocated by our kiss. He keeps on pressing it, till my moans grow higher and I try to part my mouth from his, and get my breath again. Warm waves of pleasure run on my pussy when he enters it and begins to thrust brutally. I open my legs, lift them and place them high on his back. My mind is now centered in these relentless pushes. He goes in and out of my slick pussy while my hips are moving frantically up to engulf all his maleness. I just don`t want to miss an inch of him, neither a drop of his fluid; I feel so greedy for his body, thinking he is the kind of god who will seed my womb with all his warm sea of lust.

Outside the night is becoming darker and stormy. I listen to the thunder over the trees and feel some kind of weird fear, but my body is dragged by waves of orgasmic delight. Our quarrel has vanished, our stupidity has been buried under the weight of our bodies; the pressure of his muscles over my belly increases the desire to be literally pierced and invaded with a delight out of this world. I just feel the rubbing of his dick deep inside my pussy, so slippery and wet, pulsing into an endless orgasm while I lick his chest and put my fingers slowly on the zone under his balls, and massage his pleasure spot. I hear him groan and wheeze. I know he likes it, and go on pressing and massaging the place while my own heat is growing every second. I’m biting his nipples, wetting his sides with my tongue, trying to get him higher as I myself get tangled in my trap, burning alive while he is banging me like a sex machine. I nail his arms, close my eyes, try to catch every vibe of excitation in my vagina, feeling his tension is coming to an end, we are in hell now: all sweat, moan, groan and pleasure.

I lose control of my own body, just let my hips move, and enjoy him for ever and ever; but I can hardly stand it any longer, as every inch of my low belly and my boobs is climaxing, including my arse.
Oh Colin, you are my killer, I think I ’m going to die
. He collapses upon me and I feel all his juices explode inside me, caressing me, delighting my inner pleasure points. I feel that, like Eleyne, I’m going to faint for a second, but I manage to keep my breath to skip that experience. I receive his eager licks and kisses, till we get our breath and control back.

Melisa’s Story:

Jim’s tongue is flicking in my ass while his fingers are doing my pussy. I’m in heaven. I move my hips crazily, just wanting more of him and I do get it soon. His dick enters my asshole slowly and starts thrusting deep. He’s not in a hurry, he’s doing it slowly, opening my butt cheeks wide to go in even deeper. His movements are driving me completely wild. The pleasure is growing in me. I want him to move faster but he’s still keeping a very moderate pace. He wants to prolong our pleasure, but these slow thrusts are driving me insane. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up, begins to bite my neck. I manage to turn my head to him and we start French kissing again. His tongue in my mouth is driving me nuts. The waves of pleasure are piercing my body, making me hotter and wilder. He continues playing with me like this for a while until I climax again; I collapse in his grip when even stronger vibrations than before hit my body. I think I faint again.

When I recover, I’m lying on my back with my legs up on his shoulders. He’s not fucking me yet, just looking at me.

“I’ve never had a gal who faints when she is coming,” he comments and enters me again, this time in my pussy. I cry aloud when his body presses down on me, pinning me to the carpet. He’s dick is screwing me mercilessly, making me fly even higher than before. He’s grunting in his pleasure. Pearls of sweat cover his body and I lift my head up to lick them off, salty and delicious. I lick his lips, too, and in a moment we exchange wild French kissing again. Now he’s ready to come.

And this time he wants me to take care of him. He withdraws from my pussy and pulls me up. I take his dick covered in my juices and I begin to lick it greedily. I manage to swallow it completely, suck it like crazy until he shudders and groans loudly, exploding in my mouth. He holds my hair as if thinking I would escape, but I just surrender to him and lick everything off him almost purring in satisfaction when he collapses tired on the armchair. I lick my lips tasting his semen on my tongue. He’s really tasty... much tastier than my former boyfriends. I wouldn’t mind getting some more of him. He gets me up to sit with him. So I cuddle next to him and we just sit breathing deeply, unwinding, listening to the other couples coming.

Then silence gets broken only by our breaths until I hear Eleyne say.

“Wouldn’t it be a good idea if we all ate something? We all need to regain our strength…”

Eleyne’s Story:

When I finally wake from the trance state that Tony’s screwing drove me into, I see him looking at me with a concerned expression.

“Is everything ok with you, babe?”

I’m still panting and trembling in his grip, but I manage to utter:

“It’s ok… More than ok….” I rise up my head to kiss him, lick his lips and bite his ear. “You’re my sex god, Tony. You’ve just taken me to heaven… And I want it again… Please, fuck me more.”

I rub against him looking at him pleadingly. He looks very satisfied at this and kisses me, inserting his tongue deep inside my mouth again. Our tongues play with each other for a while. Then he lifts me up, turns me and leans me against one of the armchairs, kneels behind me and enters my pussy deep. I gasp loudly and just moan “yeeeees” as he thrusts strongly. My pleasure intensifies as he bends over me and starts kneading my boobs, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. I turn my head to him and we French kiss again. He bangs me steadily driving me completely insane again; I can feel every inch of his dick going in and out of my pussy. He bangs me until the ecstasy of it becomes almost unbearable, but I can’t move as my hips are trapped between the edge of the armchair and his hips. I have no control over my body anymore. I tremble and shake, my pussy vibrates crazily. I fly away again.

When my body stops reacting so violently to this climax, Tony stands up, and pulls me off the armchair and sits on it. He makes me kneel in front of him. I know what he wants of me and I start licking and sucking his dick enthusiastically. His hands grab my head, run through my hair and guide my movements. Slower and faster licks all along his cock… He breathes hard, groaning in pleasure. I try to make him feel as good as he just did to me sucking him fervently, observing his blissful expression. Until he groans aloud and explodes into my mouth. I lick his shaft lazily now, eating all the semen, tasting it, trying to lick it all. He’s delicious, indeed, just as I thought. While I’m completing his pleasure he’s still running his hand through my hair. His breathing is still fast and his body twitches a few more times,
but after a moment he helps me get up and sits me on the armchair next to him.

We both sit cuddling for a while, breathing deeply and trying to relax a bit. I look around the living room – all the couples seem as exhausted after their love-making as we are. We are all lying and getting our breath back. But when I finally unwind I start to feel a completely different sensation inside me. My stomach is telling me that it’s high time for some food. Well, after all the sex, excitement and effort it’s kind of understandable. I also begin to think that the others must be hungry to so I suggest.

“
Wouldn’t it be a good idea if we all ate something? We all need to regain our strength.”

Tony looks and me laughs.

“Are you going to cook us something, gals?”

I smile at him.

“There’s a big lasagna in the kitchen, your cook made it; we had some for lunch. There’s still a lot of it left, just needs to be reheated.”

“Lasagna?” I can hear Colin next to us stirring. “Lasagna sounds good.” He looks pretty worn out. Yasmin is lying in his arms with a very content grin on her face.

“We bought some steaks too,” I hear Jim say from the other side. “We put them in the fridge.” He also looks pretty tired.

“Steaks?” Suddenly Babette becomes very interested. “We could do a barbecue, couldn’t we?”

“But it’s raining...” Yasmin has doubts.

Ted, also tired looking, gets up and goes to look through the window.

“Not really, the storm seems to have bypassed us. There’s just some wind. Yeah, we can do the barbecue.”

He looks at the other guys, then they all look at us expectantly. Finally Melisa says.

“Why are you staring at us like this? Doing barbecue is men’s work.”

“Exactly,” Yasmin adds. “In my country people consider grilling a man’s job. I’ve heard it’s the same here!” She smiles, “better for me, less work to be done!”

“Yes, indeed,” I agree. “You’ll prepare the meat and we’ll reheat the lasagna. And perhaps make some salad. If we can find anything suitable for it. You do have some lettuce, tomatoes and onion, don’t you?”

The guys look at each other a bit sheepishly. Have they expected a full service? Babette raises her eyebrows.

“You were not counting on us to prepare everything ourselves, were you? There’s got to be some division of work …” She looks at them innocently and smiles.

“OK.” Jim gives up. “Let’s do it, guys.”

We all get up and start about our business. The guys put on some shorts and go out to the garden, we go to the kitchen and start rummaging around it. Yasmin finds the lasagna still in the oven and turns it on. I and Babette look into the fridge and find steaks and some veggies for a salad. Melisa takes out plates and some bowls for the salad. Babette asks us how we want our steaks. Yasmin and Melisa want theirs well done.

Babette shudders.
“
What a waste of meat?! Well-done beef becomes hard as a shoe sole and has no real taste. I like mine very rare.”

I agree with her.
“
I love mine rare, too, very rare, soft and juicy…” I lick my lips.

Babette smiles, and both her and Melisa walk out of the kitchen carrying meat and plates to the living room. I and Yasmin busy ourselves making the salad – luckily the guys do have the required veggies to make it. We shred the lettuce and cut the tomatoes and onions.

“What about a dressing for it?” Asks Yasmin.

“Don’t know… There still must be some olive oil left in that bottle. We didn’t use everything… And some vinegar… I’ll go and have a look…”

In the living room I find the bottle, look out through the window and see the guys have the barbecue already on. Babette and Melisa are standing with them next to it talking. I come back with the bottle to the kitchen where Yasmin has already finished preparing the salad. She has also found the vinegar. We sprinkle the dish with both liquids liberally and I take the bowls back to the living room. I pass Melisa and Babette at the door. They tell me.

“We’re going upstairs for a moment. We’ll be back in a moment.”

I put the bowls on the coffee table in front of the sofa when I hear loud laughter from the outside. The guys must be talking about something really funny. When I get closer to the window to have a laugh as well, Ted is just saying. “Jesus, where and how did you find them? I still can’t believe it...”