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 |  A man has plotted his course through life; what happens when fate takes the wheel? |
| The Magic Spell Has Been Cast * * * * Her living room was tastefully decorated by my standards, not too much on the frou-frou side, but definitely not masculine either. I could have felt at home in this house I thought. Lenore gave me the ‘cook’s tour’ of the home, and her conservative theme continued throughout. She had a remarkable library in her bedroom, and I noted that she had quite a few books, many on Native American History. I also noted that her queen-sized bed contained two pillows, one atop the other, centered at the top of the bed. Moving back into the living room, she gestured me to the couch, and left the room for a few moments. Returning with a couple of wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, she asked me to do the honors. Along with a corkscrew, I could see that she’d handed me a bottle of very fine Merlot from one of my favorite vineyards. Too much coincidence, I thought. As I opened the bottle of wine, Lenore sat next to me with her hand on my thigh, just watching my face. It seemed that she was doing this a lot this night, under which my every move was under scrutiny for some reason. I poured each of us a glass of the wine, and raised my glass to make a toast. Lenore placed her own glass on the end table, and took mine from my hand. Taking a long sip, she placed her hand behind my surprised head, and brought her lips to mine. With my lips pressed to hers, I soon felt the flow of the wine into my mouth, along with her tongue. My whole body felt as though it’d been charged with electricity! After a long, sustained, emotionally charged kiss, she fell back on the couch, and asked me simply, “Are you ready for the rest of the story?” Dumbly, all I could do is nod my head. She smiled that beautiful smile once again, and continued. “You may not have noticed Matt, that I’m of American Indian descent. Not that it should make any difference of course. Winnebago, to be accurate; Ho-Chunk to be more precise. The invading Europeans named our people Winnebago; we called ourselves Ho-Chunk.” I had no idea where she was going with this bit of history, but I felt that it was time to reclaim my glass of wine and take a hit. She simply smiled at me as I took a pull on the glass, and then went on to relate some kind of tribal myth. She told me that long ago, in distant times, there was a legend about a wolf who desired to become a human. It had displeased the gods somehow, and try as it might, it couldn’t transform into anything closer than a dog. Failing that, it vowed to assist humankind in every way that it could, and in fact had saved the tribe from extinction by warning the few survivors of their tribe of an impending attack by enemies. Thereafter, it had been dedicated to ensuring the increase of the tribal size of its people, however it could. “When my roommate in college told me not to be afraid of the wolf, I suddenly began to put things together. Her description of the Magic Mountain and her encounter with a wolf had convinced me that her constant raving about her ‘perfect’ man might have been a message to me that my mate had been found.” I coughed into the drink I was about to take, and suddenly things began coming together in a crash of awareness! Shit! What the hell was the matter with me? Why hadn’t I figured this out before? Her hand had crept it’s way up my thigh to softly caress the edge of my balls, and her face was only inches away from mine. I could feel her sweet breath on my cheeks, and my heart was pounding against my chest as I turned to face her. Her ice-blue eyes were boring into mine, and I was confronted with her beautiful smile once again. I could sink into those eyes and lose myself I thought. She kissed me once again, but this time it was gentle, probing, and almost—curious. Her tongue and lips actually tasted mine, softly entering my mouth to caress the inside of my mouth. I was absolutely melting by this time, and her fingertips moving across my cock and balls held my mind enraptured. For a big, bad biker dude who was accustomed to taking the initiative in relationships I was in uncharted waters, and I wasn’t navigating very well. “Figured it out yet?” she asked as she pulled away. “Eileen,” I blurted out. “She was your roommate?” Again, she flashed that beautiful smile, and kissed me once more. * * * * Eileen, I thought; how did such a young, innocent creature become so wise? I’d paid for most of her education, secretly of course, telling her that our father had left a college fund for her when he passed away, but she couldn’t have known that. She was clever however, very clever. It was hard to second-guess a woman as smart as that. Then why? Why had she gotten involved in my life in this way, at this time? Maybe Lenore held the answers. But first, I thought, I needed to conquer this valkyrie, lover of the damned. She was more than I’d ever encountered before, and I really had no idea how this visit was going to end. * * * * I’m not heroic, not a he-man, and not very fucking macho, but I felt like a god with Lenore. She screamed when I took her, not in pain, not in horror, but in passion! As I conquered her, she conquered me. Our clothing disappeared almost magically, whether we took them off ourselves, or each other became irrelevant. All that remained on Lenore was my leather jacket, and she fought to keep it. It didn’t make a whole hell of a lot of difference to me at this stage, as my trigger had already been pulled, and whether this was a good idea or a bad one, I was in for the ride. The combination of her scent and mine, coupled with the smell of leather, was probably largely responsible for the intense clash that we were involved in at this time. My enraged cock had found the entrance to her body instinctively, and right now, IT was in charge. I drove into her as hard as I could, surprised at the resistance I encountered in her body, despite the evidence of Lenore’s intense arousal seeping from her pussy. All of my lust, my frustrations, and my anger seemed to flow out of my own body into hers, and I felt that a part of my soul was joining them. She had scissored her legs around my waist as I’d penetrated her, heels now planted firmly in my ass cheeks, and now she was matching my thrusts stroke for stroke, ensuring our feverish event being classified as a full-contact sport. This was war, but in an intensely personal way. I was losing the sense of taking her, and gaining a sense of trying not to lose myself in her, which was not a bad thing at all, I figured. I forced myself to stop moving, much against my instincts, and she resisted fiercely, intending to run the distance with our tryst full force. As for myself, it’d been way too long since I’d had an opportunity to entertain a woman of her caliber; in fact, I’d never quite been in a position like this with ANY woman before! I wanted to really feel this woman under me, her warmth, her moisture, her heartbeat, everything, and in my overheated condition I feared that the sensations that I craved would pass too fast to remember when this evening ended. My jacket had fallen open from her chest, and I was now aware of the pressure against my chest of her breasts, nipples firmly erect in arousal. Her scent had melded into mine, creating a subtle, seductive aroma that seemed to entrance both of us into our dance of passion. She’d finally given in to my freeze in our action, and lay there under me, breathing heavily, fingernails dug into my back, eyes drilling into mine. “You know,” she whispered, “you belong to me now.” Feeling a bit smug I told her, “You’re just saying that because I’ve got you pinned to the couch right now.” Indeed, I was firmly embedded in her pussy, and there seemed to be little that she could do to get away, even if she wanted to. I was just about to lean over to take one of her nipples in my mouth when all hell broke loose for a moment. It seemed that there was little that was going to go entirely my way this night. She had suddenly twisted her body under mine, and before I knew it, I was on the bottom, and she was on top, still impaled on my cock, but now fully in charge. Grinning down at me, she hissed, “I’ve waited way too long for this moment, Matthew; you’ll have my brand on you tonight. She dropped her face back into my neck as she said this, and bit me again on the other side of my neck, hard! My cock immediately responded to the stab of pain by throbbing deep inside her body, urging me to continue my assault on her sexual bulwarks. Taking my initiative away from me, she began to move her hips around on my cock, ensuring that I touched the entire circumference of her sex, while bottomed out at her cervix. Sliding down my body a bit, she caused my cock to come in direct contact with her clitoris as she made her movements. She removed her face from my neck and arched her back upright in arousal, pressing her fingertips into my chest to steady herself. Finally, I had access to her lovely tits, now exposed completely to my lust. I had questions, a lot of questions, but all I could do now was hang on to this wildcat, to submission if possible. She seemed as determined to exhaust me as I her, and her hips continued to extract pleasure from my body as I slowly gave in to my own. I’m sure that I wasn’t disappointing her in returning stroke for stroke, but I didn’t have much wiggle-room left for controlling what was about to happen next. My cock and balls screamed for relief, and without regard for amorous niceties, I reached up and grasped her breasts in both hands, squeezing them firmly in response to her strong vaginal grip on my cock. Groaning loudly in response, she glanced back down at me with lust-glazed eyes, and suddenly sunk her fingertips more deeply into my chest, sparking my own thundering orgasm. Her increased grip on my chest was a signal of her own orgasm, it turned out, and all I could do is hold on as she milked my long suffering cock of its pent-up pressure, relieving me of a backwash of sexual frustration. I actually felt like a teenager again, but I regained enough composure to gasp out, “I didn’t use protection,” hoping that belated warning would perform some magic of its own for our benefit. Releasing her grip on my chest, she flopped down to rest on my body, her gasping breaths actually cooling my perspiration coated face. “I was ready for you, Matthew. Protection is the last thing you have to worry about,” she mumbled through her exhaustion. I’d never been so enraptured by any woman before in my life, and I’d begun to doubt my own determination to resist the entrapments that scuttled my father’s life. Lying there on the couch with this beautiful, passionate woman spread across me, inhaling her intoxicating scent, I wanted nothing more than to keep this moment forever. Finally, she moaned softly, kissed me gently on the lips and got up to stand next to me. Clad only in my leather jacket, she was still a perfect vision of loveliness, and I found myself beginning to respond once more to her presence. The evidence of our lovemaking was evident on both of us as my cock began to rise, eager to re-engage. This time however, she extended her hand down to me in an invitation to join her, and as I reached up to her, she firmly pulled me to my feet. Still grasping my hand, she led me into the back of the house to her bathroom. As I followed her, I became further mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful butt swaying in apparent invitation to me, the fluid remains of our encounter running slowly down her inner thighs. As we entered the bathroom, she removed my jacket and placed it on the hook behind the door, turned to me and performed a graceful pirouette, finally displaying herself to me, entirely nude. My adventure this evening had not turned out anywhere close to what I’d expected, but to say it was a disappointment would have been impossible. * * * * H -  |
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