Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 (9 page)

A skillful hand helps her undress quickly, Ted has been her eternal crush and from what Colin told me afterwards, they picked him up in the city, after arranging some matters and buying food. Then they headed to Hekate’s Passage to check if our things were still there and discovered our little friend was there too.

Now we are all reunited by fate on a hot summer evening, which will become hotter than hell later.

Eleyne’s Story:

I’m as surprised to see Babette as the other gals. She wasn’t feeling well and that's why she stayed in the hostel and didn’t go with us to the circle. Even after she texted us that she might join us, I’m still stunned how she made it to the ‘80s with us. So I'm really curious to find out how she finally ended up here with us, too. But first things first, I know we have to convince the guys we are speaking the truth about our origins, and only technical 21st century gadgets can prove we are not making things up. So seeing our bags that the guys are hauling out of the car I approach Tony, kiss him and help him with some of our stuff. We bring everything to the deck chairs and sit down there. The others follow us. Tony caresses my arm and smiles.

“Olive oil?” He bends over my ear and whispers, “everywhere?”

I smile at him and whisper back.

“Not yet. But if you want to get some there…” I leave it unfinished and wink to him. Then I say in a normal voice. “We were sunbathing all day.”

Babette looks at us jealously. “You, lucky gals.”

I wink at her.

“Tomorrow we can all sunbathe if the weather’s fine… Guys?” I look at them questioningly. They just laugh. I notice that they all keep on eyeing us. And also Babette. All of us are naked now, and all four of us are curvy and can’t really complain that nature didn’t endow us sufficiently in attributes of femininity. Our sizable boobs certainly do keep our lovers’ attention.

Melisa and Yasmin pick their handbags and start looking for things inside, I do the same with mine. It seems that everything is there, nothing was stolen. Well, perhaps it’s a result of the reputation of the stone circle, any potential thieves were probably too afraid to enter it to steal anything. I take out my mobile phone. It’s dead, the battery is not working when I try to turn it on. I can see that Yasmin and Melisa are doing the same – and checking their belongings. The guys are curiously watching us, so I hand my cell to Tony and explain what it is.

Then I add.
“
But you already have some kind of mobile phones in ‘85, I remember reading about it. It’s just that they are quite big, aren’t they?”

“Oh yeah, big and heavy as bricks,” Jim replies. “So in 25 years they get to be so small?”

“Yes, they do,” Yasmin says, “and they are more than just a telephone. They have a lot of other functions, they include a camera, play music, have GPS, games and many other applications.”

They guys listen with rapt expressions on their faces. I start to laugh.

“Perhaps it’s good that all the stuff is not working, gals. Just look at them. If all these gadgets were functioning, we wouldn’t have any ‘entertainment’ from them, they would be too busy playing with the electronic toys.”

The gals start laughing, too. The guys look at each other sheepishly then back at us.

“Do you really think so?” asks Jim.

I look him in the eyes impishly and tease him.

“Yes, I do…” There’s a moment of sensual tension between us. I really like what I see in his eyes. It makes me wonder.
What would it be like with him and with Tony at the same time?
These thoughts turn me on. But Melisa frowns at me as if saying,
“keep your dirty paws off my man,”
so I just continue picking in my bag and find a small perfume bottle. I spray some on my neck and wrists and smile.

“Now I’m dressed.”

Babette’s Story:

When we arrived at the hostel, where Yasmin and the rest of us wanted to stay for a couple of days to study the paranormal thing I didn’t feel too well. I had taken some medicines to knock down the little fever I had, and I thought it was better for me to stay behind that afternoon and evening. I spent my evening reading paranormal stories. Weird books brought by Yasmin in English, Spanish and French. We both liked Julian Twist, witchery, ghosts, paranormal, horror movies and we had made great friends after meeting in the Rock Forum. So when we she invited me to join her project I was too interested to refuse.

So, as I was saying, I spent my evening reading and finally my head got so packed with ideas, that near midnight I said to myself.
“
Go, gal. Join the gang, they are near. You already feel better, the temperature is gone. And it’s just a few miles from the village. Go and have some fun.”

I put on my backpack got out and walked down the road with a torch and hitchhiked for a while, but there was not a car at sight.
I kept on walking till I heard a car at my back and saw an old car creeping on the asphalt, like a cat sneaking up on its prey. My heart jolted a bit, but then I saw it was an old farmer who stopped and asked where was I heading to. I told him: Hekate’s Passage. Hearing that he looked at me grimly, cleared his throat and whispered resignedly, “Come in.”

That was all either of us said to each other. He kept completely silent during the few minutes that the trip took. He drove me to the hill and the stone circle and I felt shocked by its sinister appearance. I spotted the gal’s car and said thanks to the farmer. I stepped out of his car and went to the place where the gal's car was parked. It was empty, so I looked around but there was just no one there. I called out loud their names. No reply. I began to feel scared to death and as if led by an invisible hand, I made my way around the stones, seeing a creepy fog sliding to my feet. Then I don’t know what happened, but I think that I suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed onto the grass. After that I think I fainted. When I came round the sun was high. The gals were still not around, though I could see their luggage scattered around. I tried to call you gals, but my iPhone battery was dead.

Then I saw a car coming near and waved at it; they stopped and I almost fainted again when I saw who was inside. I couldn't believe what was going on.

Babette finishes her story.

“A glass of red wine would do me good now.”

Chapter 4

Yasmin’s Story:

The sun set and it began to get dark while Babette was telling her story. The guys were sitting, listening to her almost hypnotized, but now they bring some wine, beer, and champagne. Everybody chooses their favourite, and soon we are all sipping our drinks, especially me, since I’m trying to warm myself up from the inside. With no sun in the sky I’m beginning to feel a bit cold. We are all still sitting around the pool and Babette is fascinated with Ted, touching his arms, his hair and his face. The guy is excited but at the same time totally incredulous.

But Eleyne begins to open other bags and exposes more of the contents to the gang: laptops, blackberry, iPad…

“
My God!” Ted exclaims. “Are you from the CIA or the NASA?”

“No, no, no,” I say. “We are from the future...”

I notice Ted and Colin just shake their heads as if in disbelief, but Tony is too busy contemplating Eleyne’s boobs to react to my remark, however Jim stirs.

“But we are all in the present,” he winks, “so we can return to the action.” He clearly wants to show that what Eleyne said about men and gadgets is not true. His wide smile communicates what he is thinking about. “Gals, where do you want to fuck, here in the garden or in the house? We can play many games.”

Melisa watches him jealously while drinking her wine as Babette laughs wickedly.

“If you guys get us hot enough you’ll get games…Ones you won’t forget…” Her eyes are sparkling mischievously.

“No games for me,” I try to sound convincing. I have no clue what Colin might say to our idea of sharing them so I just get closer to my crush. He is sitting near the pool, on the grass but the grass is not very friendly for my naked bum. “Let's go inside.”

For sure we’ll be warmer indoors.

“We need some music,” Tony comments, claps Eleyne’s arse, inviting her to follow him. He heads to the house, dropping his clothes one by one on the grass, letting me see his backside. He really has a nice lean, slightly muscular body, I must admit. Eleyne trails him, swaying her hips and almost licking her lips in expectation of what is to come.

I cuddle to Colin for a while longer but soon he takes me by the hand and we enter the main lounge, where heavy-metal music is already playing, their favourite bands, not their music.

I remember that I would love to see Colin in leather erotic clothes, but I feel shy about asking him to put some of on; however, the leather trousers he’s already wearing are hot enough to make my pussy wet rapidly. All the couples get into the house, and dusk light floods the room, fantastic and ghostly over all our bodies. The heavy-metal ritual is going on, in our veins, in our blood. Every couple chooses where to start the game and we decide to use the sofa again... I'm undoing his clothes easily and get into action.

I go for his mouth while I sit on his lap and start French kissing him, caressing his blond hair, his neck, licking every inch of skin available to my tongue, feeling the fire inside my womb increase with every second. I listen to the music and the moaning and groaning arising from all around the room. His hands run over my erected breasts and hips, tickling my waist and my nipples. He enters one finger in my pussy and I almost cum. His lips are kissing my neck, a wet trail track from my neck to my waist, and I feel really wild, nailing his back while he pushes me on the sofa, topping me down and fucking with force.

I don´t want anything in life but to be fucked in heaven by Colin. I’m thinking this, knowing that all this has to come to an end one day and he and I would depart. We’ll return to our current lives in another time and possibly forget all that is happening, so let us fuck like it’s our last time.
I want to be on top of him, I want it so badly we change positions and I begin to ride him, trying to rub my pussy with his belly, feeling his erection inside me, opening my legs wide open to feel him deep inside while his hands squeeze my boobs, then they touch my hips, and slide over my hips, and two fingers stick into my slippery wet arse; he is so skillful, moving his fingers in my hole and his hips under me that I cum intensely, kissing him, entering my tongue in his mouth and trying to reach for his throat.

He holds me tightly to his body, I want to lean back, but he is entangled with my hair; our nipples rub and he bites my neck and ear. I moan so wildly. He is like trying to control me, my body vibrations shake his own body and he holds me closer, closer, till his embrace hurts me, then he sinks his fingers in my hair, pulling my hair back, revealing my neck, he licks it, and pulls more, oh my god, I gasp and moan; he is hurting me deliciously while his other hand is fucking my arse.

I just want to be free from the pressure of his arm and the penetration of his fingers, it is too much for me ... but I understand that I wish it, to be eaten, be devoured, to be loved, all the same. So I surrender to his power and his lust, to find that he releases me and lets me get my breath again.

Now he pulls me by the hair, puts me doggy-style, opens my crack with his fingers, and begins to licks me deep inside.

I cry. “Please, fuck me in the arse!” While he is massaging my clit.

“Ask me once again, baby,” he utters.

“Please, please, my love. Fuck my arsehole.”

He keeps on massaging and licking, torturing my soul, and before soon I beg him once again.

“Do it, please, I´ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Ok,” he says, and enters my arse hard.

God, I tremble while he is making all his movements inside me, shaking me crazily, he bends over me, now not entirely inside me. I try to move my hips against his to have all his dick inside, burning wet, sweating, gasping, and feeling my bum stretching, adapting to his cock. I turn my face back to him and stick out my tongue. He sucks it and we exchange French kissing madly.

He murmurs at my ear:

“Do it.”

I cannot even speak, I am in ecstasy, feeling how my clit is pressed by his fingers.

“Do it. Make love with your galfriend, Babette, Eleyne, whichever you wish...”

Oh my God! I was so stupid to play a role I have not guts enough to stand for – I think - but he is enticing me devilishly, thrusting in my arsehole like an animal. My pussy is dripping juices down almost to my knees; he keeps on moving in and out his hard dick, running his hands slowly from my neck to my buttocks, while I am shivering.
He bends again over me, squeezes my nipples, whispering huskily in my ear.

“Just say yes, babe. That`s all I ask, say it…”

I am panting, trying to figure out all this but my mind is totally soaked by this cloud of lust: he is squeezing my nipples so hard between his fingers that an incredible orgasm waves all over my clit and pussy and I cry.

“YES!!!”

I just lay on my stomach, with my butt up, scratching the silk cushions topping the sofa, while my body writhes as he pulls my hair back again. I moan, almost have tears of joy and pain in my eyes while he is stirring the sensations of my clit with his other hand…it is a long, intense, never-ending orgasm invading my arse and pussy. His has fingered my vagina deep, blended all my juices and now gives me his fingers to lick. I suck all the moisture off them.

He turns my face with one hand and kisses me, slighting biting my lips. So now we exchange soft bites on the lips and tongue. I just wait for him to fuck my butt again, but he gets out of it completely and sits me by his side on the sofa. He scans me with his pretty brown eyes, as if to discover if he has succeeded with his goal. He looks at me and says.

“Choose the gal.”

I murmur. “I am not ready.”

So he says.

“Let’s try a little harder,” and puts his arm around my shoulder, kissing me again, pushing his tongue slowly into my mouth. He does it so wisely that all the fire in me is relighting, arising me, making my pussy pulse with eagerness to make love once again. I feel there is tenderness, too, and I hold him close to me, embracing him. Then I sit on his lap, my pussy over his erection, till my hole stretches around it and sucks it all in, hearing him groan, while I hold his head against my breasts. He sucks on my boobs one by one, while I am going up and down on his lap, slithering my fingers on his shoulders and back. I’m searching for his buttock. I am getting hot and sinful to the extreme.