Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 (7 page)

He begins to suck and bite my nipples while he continues to play with my clit, massages it gently every now and then inserting his fingers into my pussy. I moan in pleasure, his fingers play with my clit and slit masterfully, pushing me toward another climax. And again just before I come, he teases me and pauses to French kiss my mouth and my neck all over and all over my body, using his tongue to lick my boobs down to my stomach and pussy. Then he uncuffs me and pulls me up. I don’t know what to expect, Will he cuff me again? What are his plans? But now it seems that he prefers my hands to be free and just kneels behind me, still kissing my neck. His hands move down once again to caress my clit... I reach back to touch him, to feel his skin under my fingers and I feel his dick touching my ass, still so hard, meaning he wasn’t about finished yet.

Now I’m kneeling in front of him on all fours, as he places himself behind me touching my pussy and ass with his fingers and dick. He bites me on the neck again and asks me which I prefer, in the ass or in my pussy. I want him so much, I want both. He accommodates my wish with wild pleasure, and screws me into both holes, he uses his fingers on me, too. I’m burning so white hot that I climax very fast and take him with me, as he cannot contain himself anymore.

Yasmin’s Story:

The figure of an old, massive copper clock over the wall, with heavily worked pieces resembling dragons and birds around its box, draws my attention. What strikes me is that the clock does not work. When I stand in front of that clock I think, “Well, maybe it is a clock that has to be fixed.”

I feel a hand over my shoulder. I almost jump and turn to my right to see that it is Colin, who looks tired but still yummy for me. He tells me grinning.

“Obsessed with time again? Let’s go upstairs to get some decent sleep, you can´t spend all the night here…”

“Oh, I was just thinking that you should fix that clock…”

He’s looking at me without understanding what I’m saying, I guess he is thinking I am out of my mind.
“
Why? It is perfectly working, gal, don´t you see it?”

I wonder what to say. But he is urging me to join him upstairs, so I let the thing go. I can see the clock is frozen, no movement. He cannot see it. We are out of time, out of nowhere, by now we are very cool here, but nobody knows what will happen to all of us in a couple of hours.

Chapter 3

Yasmin’s Story:

When I wake up, Colin is not with me anymore. I’m alone in a wide bed and I start to think he has vanished like the fog.
I still have doubts about all that has happened and the feeling that this situation is a dream or a hallucination is persistent, especially in my first hours after our hot night: his absence casts a deep shadow in my mind. The house seems to be too big for me, heavy with all kind of crazy objects from the past and heavy-metal clues for the present. I don’t know where Eleyne or Melisa are and I begin to become afraid

I have my clothes on and my shoes are lying on the floor in front of the bed. However, my t-shirt and my underpants are not fresh anymore, so in discomfort, I take them all off and run naked and slightly panicked from room to room, calling my girlfriends.

Finally I look through the window and sigh in relief seeing them sitting under the sun, near a cool big pool, drinking, eating and joking. But they are alone there. I don’t see any sign of the guys. The sight of food and coffee remind me that I’m hungry too. After all, my last meal was sausage. Well, two kinds of sausage and some cream. I decide to join them.

“How are you this morning, gals? Where are the boys?”

“They will get back in a couple of hours,” smiling Melisa hands me glass of some orange juice. “Breakfast is on that table over there,” she points in the direction.

“And what do they think of all this, gals? Won´t they be calling the police or the doctor?” I smile but feel nervous.

“Come on, Yasmin, they are so happy with us,” Eleyne cheers me up. “They love us!”

“They say we are the coolest gals they have ever fucked,” Melisa adds, beaming.

“Hope that you are right, gals...”

Eleyne’s Story:

After a hot lustful night, I awake in the morning, feeling some very skillful fingers touching my pussy and relighting the fire in me. Tony kisses my neck and nipples, reawakening all the desire that I felt during the night. I’m not normally a “sex in the morning fan,” as I rather prefer to sleep longer, but he definitely knows what to do to make a woman burn and he has a way of convincing her everything she wants is to have sex with him. And also he’s Tony, the guy I have fancied in this way for so long... and so much. I can’t refuse him. I don’t even think I’d be able to say “no” to the owner of these brown captivating eyes. So very soon I beg him to fuck me, which he does very eagerly. I feel his hard dick slide inside me and I whimper in ecstasy even at the very first touch. His whole hardness fills me deliciously, making me burn and want him to distraction. All I want now is to be fucked by him and I don’t hesitate to tell him this. I moan and beg him.

“Tony, please, fuck me. Don’t stop.”

He screws me from behind as I moan in pleasure. He caresses my clit, as I gasp in waves of ecstasy. I just can’t contain my feelings and emotions for him. My body trembles under his touch and my loud moans and yells have probably already awakened everybody in the house. He caresses my boobs, kisses and bites my neck, slaps my ass. He bangs me hard at the same time until he pushes me over the edge, just like he did many times during the night. He shudders and grunts, burying himself deeply inside me and climaxing as well. He presses me tight against his hips, trying to go in as deep as he can while flooding me with his seed. I hear his heavy breathing and groans; he bites my neck hard in passion and I squeal loud. It’s almost painful, as the pleasure mixes with pain. But I surrender to it, and let him do whatever he may please.

I bask for a few moments in the warmth of his skin, then turn my head to kiss him. We share a wet, long French kiss that leaves me longing for more. But I know I will always want more of him. He croons while caressing my back.

“You’re so sweet, Eleyne.”

He then licks the irritated skin on my neck. His warm tongue almost heals the pain.

Then he becomes all business and I can’t keep him in bed with me any longer, even though I try.

“
Stay with me, Tony,” I coo, stretching delightfully and showing him all my curves, licking my lips lasciviously wanting to taste him again. “I want your dick again. I want to suck you, Tony.”

I haven’t yet tasted his cum, every time he climaxed he was either in my pussy or arse, but I want to taste him; he must be delicious, as tasty as his whole person.

He smiles.

“Are you trying to tempt me, Eleyne?”

“Yes, indeed, Tony,” I roll to all fours and start crawling in his direction, then beckon at him, “I want you...”

“Honey, you’re really inspiring. Your wet pussy, tight arse and hot attitude sent me to the moon and back. It’s been really incredible fucking you, baby...”

“Come on then, baby. We can have more of it.” I purr, trying to catch him but he’s a bit too far away from the bed.

“I can’t, baby. At least not now. We have some things to do. But I promise, you’ll have more fun in the evening. After we come back.”

He moves and slaps my butt from behind and walks away before I catch him. I just look disappointed when he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. After a few minutes he comes out and starts getting dressed. He announces to me.

“We have some stuff to arrange in the city. On the way back we’ll go to the stone circle and see what’s going on there. Maybe your things haven’t disappeared.”

“Thank you,” I say simply.

Then he adds.

“If you want to take a shower the bathroom’s over there,” he points, then frowns, “perhaps put on my robe afterwards. We have a cook who's a religious freak, but she makes good food - that's why we keep her. But it's better not to get her excited, otherwise we get no lunch or dinner.” He winks.

I wink back at him still lying in bed. The bed sheets and pillows smell of sex, of him and I just want to roll over them, rubbing my skin against them to have his scent on me. Almost like some primitive, long forgotten animal drive that rules my body at this moment. He smiles widely seeing what I’m doing and adds.

“The breakfast is served in the garden.” He bends down over the bed, kisses me very deeply and even though I try to stop him and to have him just for me for a few moments longer, he walks out leaving me on my own.

I try to find out what the time is, but I don’t see any clock or watch in the bedroom. I also start to wonder where Yasmin and Melisa are. And also what about Babette? She stayed behind yesterday, we left her at the hostel, but did she try to join us as she told us in her text message? I’m pretty reluctant about getting up, but I see I have no choice. There are things to talk over with the gals. They must be somewhere in this big house, after all, neither Colin or Jim ate them alive. Though they could just have nibbled them a bit.

I stretch and yawn languorously, then scramble off the bed to look through the window. The sun is already pretty high, so I assume it’s not an early morning. But I can’t be too sure. I have no clue what date it is, either. I just hope it’s not spring or autumn. The clothes the guys were wearing yesterday can’t be any indication of a season for us, after all they are British, and the British are reputed to not be afraid of the cold. They’ll go around in t-shirts, even if people of other nationalities would also wear a jacket. And we were also sufficiently warmed up by emotions not to feel if it was cold or not.

But after looking through the window and checking the temperature on my own skin, I decide it’s warm enough to go around in Tony’s robe. Or perhaps even without it. The sun looks really enticing and I’m starting to have ideas…
But for now, I need to take a shower and then to eat. My stomach is reminding me that the last food it had was just the salmon and oysters, which wasn’t really a full meal. It was rather a snack. So after washing, I purposefully go down to look for breakfast.

Downstairs in the hall I meet Melisa, also wearing a robe, probably Jim’s. She’s radiant, smiling with this dreamy expression. Do I look the same? I greet her and ask her about her night. She beams.

“Jim is just fantastic in bed,” and gasps as if she has just thought of a particular example of his abilities. “Don’t remind me Eleyne, otherwise I’ll get too horny to do anything now, but believe me he knows what to do in bed.”

I wink at her.

“Sounds interesting. You wouldn’t want to share him with me, and with Yasmin, would you?”

She frowns, then freezes me with her eyes.
“
Sorry, but I’d like to keep him for myself. At least for a while, I don’t really like sharing. And what about you and Tony?”

I beam back at her.

“Oh... He’s been an ace, too. I have never had such sex before with any other guy. And he likes me, too. Says he’s never fucked such a cool gal yet. But I can share him with you if you like…”

“Thanks a lot for the offer,” she replies dryly.

“By the way, I told him everything about us, about how we came here. Did you tell Jim?”

“I did, but he didn’t really believe me. I could see it in his eyes.”

“Well, neither did Tony... But I can’t blame him. Our story is incredible and at this moment we have nothing to back it up... Unless...”

“Unless what?”

“Tony told me they were going to the city and on the way back they were going to check the stone circle. And see if our things are still there. If they bring them here, we can show them all the technical gadgets we have then they will have to believe our story...”

“Oh, that would be fantastic if we could get them back!” Melisa exclaims.

“But enough of this for now, let’s find breakfast, it’s supposedly served outside in the garden.”

Finding the garden is not difficult and we soon help ourselves to big servings of coffee and toast. I eye bacon and eggs greedily, trying to think if eating such things won’t be too much straying from diet, then I decide that after all the sex I can indulge a bit and have a slice and two eggs…

We sit, eat, talk and then we see Yasmin going out of the house. She doesn’t look too fresh, her long dark hair is tangled and messy, but above everything she’s clearly fearful and worried. She approaches us.

Yasmin’s Story:

The gals look so pleased and enchanted with their guys that I begin to let the stress go out of me. It’s a relief to see them content like this.

“They are really cool guys, sexually brilliant,” exclaims Eleyne. “Melisa told me that Jim had been an ace, didn’t you?”

“I feel that my love for him is growing every moment. He is wonderful and mischievous,” she answers; her face blushes visibly. I begin to feel really curious about him and about Tony as well. I wonder: would the gals be willing to share their crushes? I also adore the twin axes and would like to be able to appreciate them in a closer, more intimate way even though my heart belongs to Colin. Well... maybe some pieces of it are in Jim and Tony’s possession.

I pour coffee in my cup and search for something suitable for my habits, like croissants or pastries, but there are not any in the trays that lay on the table.

“Going to look for biscuits, or croissants,” I say.

“And what about you and your crush?” Eleyne asks with curiosity. I know why they are curious. I was surprised myself to get what I received from him.

“Colin is an angel for me, he is all that I have dreamed and more than that.”

“We were wondering how you would get together,” says Melisa. “You both are …special.”

“I understand why him… But me, why?”

“A gal who travels half the world to get a project on paranormal research cannot be labelled as ‘ordinary girl,’” Melisa smiles, but I have a clue there is something veiled under that comment. She is trying to be tactful about a matter of sexuality.

I get up to make my way to the kitchen when Eleyne decides to join me, saying.

“I’ll go with you, you are naked but I have a robe on. Tony told me not to scandalize the cook…” She winks. “I suppose it applies to you, too. Though I suppose the staff here must be used to seeing various things,” she laughs and I burst out laughing, too.