Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 (5 page)

Chapter 2

Yasmin’s Story:

I lay my head over his sweaty stomach, swallow the rest of his cum and almost fall asleep while his hands are caressing my hair, but then he pulls me up to his side in the car seat. He’s looking through the window with a curious expression, saying.

“Look, Yasmin, that fog you were talking about is coming near where our friends are.”

I suddenly have a terrifying premonition. I understand that something really bad is going to happen when I see that subtle, cotton like, fog rising up strangely from the white and grey stones. I gasp in fear but try to act fast, opening the car’s door and shouting aloud.

“Come, there’s danger coming! The fog, the fog is back!”

I cry at the top of my lungs and Colin joins me, calling the couples to get into the car. But they are really in a world of dreams, just making love and enjoying it.

Then something happens. Has Tony noticed something? He’s been fucking Eleyne on the grass, but now he gets up and also helps her to rise to her feet. I see she’s a bit dazed after what she got from him; however, her eyes open wide when she sees the tendrils slithering in her direction and hears me and Colin shout. After a short and visibly nervous exchange, they hurry to get Jim, Melisa. I look and see how the fog is trying to snatch them all. Melisa screams in fear so Eleyne grabs Jim; Tony does the same to his girl and they all run to the car. I can see clearly that they are not feeling good by their look.

I’ve already told Colin to turn the engine on and be ready to escape. They get into the car with a sick look, as if they were about to faint, but only then Eleyne screams in panic.
“
There is something evil out there. I felt as if they were trying to pull me back.”

We are escaping now, the place is behind us, but the fog is spreading out over the road as if trying to catch us.
Confusion rules our group for some minutes: the men seem unable to understand what they have seen and my friends are too scared to give them any explanation that otherwise is hard to find. Things calm down when we leave the damned place and go on ahead.
The situation skips all the known rules when the girls easily get comforted by our heroes’ company. So unreal is our sense of time and space that the terror we have left behind equals the kind of fear we feel watching a horror movie, the monster is not in the camera lens anymore and we are free of their presence, although the persistence of the mystery is still vivid.

“Where are we going to?” I ask, “without our clothes, without …”

“We are going to the Cottage,” says Colin.

Tony has Eleyne over his chest, calming her and I see that they will come back very soon to their lovemaking. So will Melisa and Jim, who are French kissing while she is sitting over his lap once again, letting the episode die in the past.

“What is the Cottage?” I ask. Well,” Colin shrugs, “it’s a cozy place near this doom passage, not more than few miles away, where we are resting to gather some ideas for the band.”

“Oh,” I nod my head vaguely.

Then I look to the car mirror and see Eleyne’s hips moving up and down over Tony’s lap and I smile at their play. They are fine once again. Though I suppose I won’t be able to find out anything what they felt back on the hill for quite a while, I do feel curious about it..
Colin catches my glance and thinks of something:

“May I ask you something, Yasmin?”

He sounds evasive, politely evasive.

“Yes, you can ask whatever you wish.”

He’s expression changes. Now he’s impish and curious.

“Do you like gals? I mean…you?”

"Oh," I think to myself, “it is my turn to make him feel more comfortable with me.”

My thoughts about his sexuality make me assume that perhaps he would like to have a bisexual partner, something totally stupid of me, but I am so anxious to please him after our first encounter, an encounter that defies time, that I jump into this absurd lie.

“
No, I mean, yes. Sometimes. I like both, men and gals, is that bad? Does this bother you?”

“No, not at all,” he replies, looking pleased.

I see that the road is leading to a splendid English manor house. So... This is the Cottage, I muse. The house is huge, indeed, somebody must have had a big sense of humor to call this place the Cottage, the two-floor manor definitely doesn’t resemble a small country home.

We arrive at the Cottage with the sensation of not knowing where we are. But being surrounded by the warm company of our men, we exchange some jokes and vague commentaries that show our guys’ impish intentions, announcing a playful evening.

Anyway Colin doesn’t waste time, he leads me directly into a spacious living room where we can continue our lovemaking on one of the sofas.
Soon he is inside me once more and I love it. It is so exciting to look at his face and to reach for his mouth to kiss him, bite his lips, suck his tongue, his cheeks, his neck. I feel hungry for him. I want him for ever and ever. The warm place helps to ease my mind, and while I am riding him, I am moving very fast, moaning, listening to his groaning; his hands are over my head, pulling my hair, exposing my throat. He becomes more active, biting my nipples, licking my waist, oh God, I cum in ecstasy while he is doing this, looking at the wall mirrors that reflect our lust.

I look all around and see this cozy place is full of luxury and tips of heavy-metal style of living. There are lot of bottles, records, acoustic guitars, clothes and leather. But then my mind blows up and stops thinking and analyzing while I sense he is about to cum… I want more, not so fast Colin, please, dear.

So he decides to calm down a little, sits me on the sofa, with my legs spread wide, so that my arse is exposed, and opening my butt cheeks, he licks it and inserts his tongue deeply, I tremble when I feel his tongue inside my back door, so skillfully trained to make every lick enjoyable, the wet saliva dripping from his mouth. It’s just heaven and hell! Tickling my bum till I cannot resist to touch my clit, but he wants to do it by himself. He wants to stick his fingers into my pussy, in and out, and gives them to me so I can lick them. Oh, this is hell now, I think, I am going to come...

“Babe,” I whisper and come over his face, while he is still at work with my arse. I hold my breath when he stands up, erected and lets me suck his dick once again; he gasps, groans and moves his hips in ecstasy and pinches my breasts while I taste the warm skin of his hard cock. But it’s not enough for me and I let him know it whispering.

“I want something more from you…”

And I move my tongue softly around his waist, tracking the skin of his hips with wet kisses, and going directly to his lovely buttocks. I always wanted them so much, I wished to play with them, with his butt. “Colin, so you I see I am wicked…”

But he is not listening any more, he lets me play my game. Long licks from the waist to the buttock, licking around his arse hole, clutching his flesh, biting his buttock at the side and finally I do the same that he has done to me.

Time has passed while we made love and climaxed numerous times and the fire is almost out. I realize that clock over the mantle has stopped and I start wondering, watching it. Then I look at the watch on Colin’s wrist. Its hands are not moving either. Is it a coincidence? My mind gets clearer now and starts hypothesizing. If no time runs here, we will remain in this place forever… maybe. So are we trapped here with them for eternity? It would be nice... Or will the time ride its trip along the right road? I have to talk to my girlfriends; do they see the same as I do? Why are all the time-counting devices just still? Why aren’t they moving at all? My God! I cannot answer all these questions now but looking at Colin sleeping calmly as a child on the sofa, I have doubts. Why to return at all? Here, we have everything we want.

After all the love-making I have to decide what to do. Or perhaps I could postpone it till tomorrow, for sure it’s night now here. I can see it through the window. I wonder what will happen to us. I have some clothes, but my girlfriends escaped from the circle totally naked and possessionless, without any documents or money or whatever else on them. However, from what I saw back in the car and the sounds I heard coming from upstairs, they are not much worried about this… at least this night. Have they already told Tony and Jim about their origins? Or were they just too busy to talk about anything? I hope tomorrow will bring some answers and solutions or if life will continue its erratic road to nowhere.

Eleyne’s Story:

After a very enjoyable drive during which Tony made me forget all my fears concerning the events in the stone circle we arrive at a manor, quite a big one actually. I don’t pay too much attention to it, though, I only get curious enough so ask Tony what this place is.

“It’s a Cottage. We often rest here.” He croons back clouding my mind with more lust making me discard all the details. I don’t care anymore where we are, as long as I have him next to me nothing really matters. We all enter, I take a glimpse of Colin and Yasmin already directing their steps to the sofa in the living room.

Tony takes me immediately upstairs. While we climb he whispers into my ear.

“Sex on the grass is very nice, but sex on bed provides more opportunities and is more comfortable without ants trying to crawl up into your arse. Don't you think?”

I agree with him on that one wholeheartedly. In the bedroom a surprise awaits for me, Tony ties me to the bed posts and croons.

“Now I can do whatever I like with you, you know that babe?”

I gasp, feeling a new wave of excitement getting me wet. Bondage has been always one of my unrealized fantasies; I’ve never told any of my ex-lovers about it, but I often wondered how it must feel to get dominated in this way. Do I have to say that I was imagining Tony doing this to me, and now my fantasies are coming true? I keep on gasping and squealing as his hands trail lines on my body, from my lips down along my neck, nipples, tummy down to my pussy. Feeling helpless and overpowered is so delicious and I can only whimper at his touch, my blood flows faster again. Seeing his face, the expression there makes me melt.

“Tony…” I moan in desperate need, rocking my hips up and down, trying to get his hands to touch my pussy. I want him, I want him now.

He smiles seductively making me wait. It looks like he wants to play with me before giving me what I want as he promises me.

“What you experienced up there on the hill and in the car was just an appetizer, now the main dish is coming. And I’m certainly going to enjoy every morsel of it,” he says.

It sends thrills of pleasure through me. What does he have in mind? I look at him mesmerized.

“Tell me, beautiful, do you like caviar?” He kisses my nipple, smiles roguishly and walks out, leaving me tied and full of expectations. For these few minutes when he’s gone, I almost go nuts imagining what he’s going to do to me. My pussy’s on fire, burning and craving for his dick. Almost hurting me from unfulfilled need. I gasp seeing him come back. He’s pushing a fully laden trolley – for sure there’s a bottle of champagne in an iced bucket together with two glasses. And a little jar with dark contents – I suppose it’s the caviar he mentioned. When he places the trolley next to the bed, I see also a little plastic bowl with ground salmon and a plate with oysters.

The desire is burning inside me with a fire I have never felt before. He smiles and doesn’t waste more time, proceeding to put some caviar on my nipples. Then he starts licking them, I gasp and arch my body feeling his wet tongue on my skin, swirling, enticing. Soon his teeth join the game, nibbling and biting. I just moan his name as the caresses leave me almost dizzy. He lifts up his head and kisses me deeply again. I can taste the caviar on his tongue when his and mine fool around. Meanwhile, I can feel his hand applying more to some strategically chosen spots on my body.

His head then goes down and his tongue starts licking playfully the patches of caviar from my skin. I gasp and moan in pleasure as he eats the delicacy from my nipples and then sucks and bites them. He proceeds to lick my tummy and my navel. I feel the fire burning inside me, but I can do nothing about it. I want to have him inside me again, but he’s mischievous and just lets me suffer this sweet torture of his tongue. I continue to get hotter and crazier about him fucking me one more time.

His tongue reaches my pussy again, he starts licking my clit sending pleasure waves all over my body. Then he inserts his fingers inside me sliding them in and out, rubbing my inner walls, while he continues sucking and licking my pleasure button. I can only moan in ecstasy. His fingers find my G-point and begin to caress it while his tongue keeps on playing with me. The fire in me keeps on growing until I climax at his petting. I tremble and spasm, yelling his name when my pussy contracts on his fingers, trying to eat them, to suck them deep inside me. I flail my head on the pillows as the ecstasy shakes me; I almost see stars when the climactic waves roll over me.

When everything subsides, he decides to get some more refreshments for both of us. He opens the champagne bottle and pours some into the glasses. He unties me and hands one to me. We lie down on the bed and we sip the drink slowly. I feel so soft and languid after the delicious licking I just got from him, but I’m still not sure if it’s reality, or if it’s just a dream. I have to take advantage of having him next to me 100 percent. I kiss him passionately and say:

“So this is going to be a feast…”

He smiles seductively, confirming his power over me and nods his head taking an oyster from the trolley and feeding me. I lick the morsel, then swallow it and lick again the shell, then his fingers. I spill some champagne on his chest then start licking there, too. I can’t get enough of him, I want to lick him all over, cherish his whole body, eat him up entirely.

I spill some more to mark the trail for my tongue, lick it off slowly, looking him in the eyes all the time. I slide down and spill more drink on his dick and nuts, begun to lick them, too. Doing the blow job on him for the first time turns me on so much. The combination of oysters, champagne and his maleness is simply irresistible. It sends my mind and senses reeling. His hands on my head guide me in the rhythm that he likes, he groans in pleasure. I lick and suck him fervently, tasting his dick for the first time, finding him delicious, getting crazier and more feverish with every lick. I don’t know how long I blow him, but I get incredibly needy doing that. I know I won’t be able to carry on for long; I just need him inside me, in my pussy. But it seems he also wants to be there, ‘cause when I’m already desperate for him he pulls me up and we shift. Now I’m on my back and he mounts me, hooking my legs on his shoulders so that he can enter me really deep. His dick moves in and out of me making me fly away with each thrust, driving me higher and higher.