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by Robert Buckley
fairy boy, wiggle those pretty buns for me.”
“Don’t call me that!”
The human brain is wired to launch itself out of a sound sleep at
certain cues, be it the smell of smoke, or a loud threatening noise. The
sounds of sex worked for me. A split second ago I was blissfully unconscious
on Mark’s fold-out couch. Then they started going at it upstairs.
“But I know how much you like it. Maybe I’ll make you dress like Tinkerbell
for the rest of the day.”
“Cut it out! I don’t like it.”
body tells me different when I squeeze your tiny nipples.”
“Don’t—don’t talk to me like …”
“Like a horny bitch? You know you
“You want me to stop?—Well?”
“All right then, Tink, I’m going to violate your pretty ass
now. You want me to, don’t you?”
“What’s your name?”
“C’mon, you know you want to. Tell me your name.”
“Don’t make me …”
The groan I heard next signaled Mark’s penetration of his new
boyfriend’s ass. He must have been in the apartment somewhere when I arrived
in the wee hours, but I don’t recall being introduced. Mark and I had
knocked back a few Jack Daniels, so I don’t suppose I would have recalled
much of anything.
I’d been exhausted after I’d gotten off the
red-eye. I gave Mark a quick call from the cab and he told me to come over
and put in with him. Mark is a great short-notice friend.
Mark’s bedmate was wailing, “God—oh god—please …”
“I got something
for you, Tink. C’mon, wiggle those cheeks, make me come. Come on, you little
bitch, make a mess of my bed.”
Mark made a sound
like a lion belching, followed by a high-pitched wail from his partner.
I had a hard-on, and it wasn’t just from the JD that I’d filtered
through my kidneys overnight.
Upstairs, I heard a half-hearted
“You treat me like a slut.”
The sound of a wet kiss
followed. “But, you are a slut, baby. Now, let’s take a shower.”
lay in the sack a while, then I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and
stumbled into Mark’s kitchen. I fired up the coffee maker and sat
contemplating what to do with my rampant dick. Then I heard footfalls, more
like skipping down the stairs.
A young man with a kind of blonde hair
not found in nature rounded the corner and abruptly halted. He stared, then
he glanced upstairs and back at me. I read the confusion in his eyes.
I gestured with my thumb toward the ceiling. “Just friends,” I said.
He seemed to relax, but a skeptical frown remained.
“I’m Jim,” I
“Jason,” he replied. “Did you—hear?”
“Huh? Oh, no, just
woke up with a big head.”
He nodded. Mark came down the stairs,
jauntily slapped Jason’s ass and kissed his neck. “Off to work, love. You
don’t want to be late on your first day.”
Jason nodded, gave me one
last look and quietly left.
The coffee was ready. I poured us each a
mug and we sat at the table.
“What do you think?” Mark asked, and
sipped his coffee.
“C’mon, don’t be so morbidly
heterosexual. Isn’t he a little dream?”
“How little?” I deadpanned.
Mark chuckled. “Well, in point of fact, he’s got a little boy cock, but
it’s smooth and tasty. And he plays the role of the reluctant slut so well.”
I lifted my mug and arched an eyebrow.
“Oh, you are so fucking
straight as string,” Mark clucked. “I’ll bet you were whacking off listening
to us, weren’t you?”
“In your dreams.”
“Okay, did you at least
get a hard-on?”
I sipped my coffee.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, a piss hard-on.”
He dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
“You’re such a cunt.”
stretched and yawned. “Damn, I need to get over to Gosnold.”
“Gosnold? That little fly-speck of a town? What’s there besides retired
“A woman named Barbara LaVerne. She writes erotic
“Hmm, so, is she—like—the next new thing?”
company thinks so. They sent me here to get her to sign a contract. She
doesn’t use an agent, and she broke off negotiations a few weeks ago. I
don’t know a damned thing about her. I’m not much for poetry.”
when does poetry sell?”
“I don’t suppose you caught that story in the
New York Post, about the epic poem spreading over the Internet, the one
about Oprah being abducted by Amazon lesbians who force her to be their
“Oh, my gosh! A friend at work told me about that. Don’t tell
me your Ms. LaVerne wrote it?”
“She did. Now my bosses want to sign
her up and rush her stuff into print before the excitement fades. Or at
least before the next stupid thing shows up on the Net.”
can take my car. I won’t be needing it.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“Are you gonna be able to play later? I was hoping you could come with
us to the club. I guarantee you’ll get laid. You look like you haven’t
gotten any in a while.”
“Is it that obvious? It’s because of the
damned job. Hell, I’m almost tempted to take you up on your offer, but …”
He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you see if you limit yourself to a single
gender you’re automatically cutting your chances of getting fucked by 50
“Oh, really? So when’s the last time you screwed a girl?”
“That’s irrelevant. Besides, to me—I dunno—girls just seem to lack
“That’s what makes them girls.”
He threw up his
hands. “Heaven knows, I try. The car keys are hanging on the hook by the
back door. I have to run, see you later.”
By late morning I
chugged into Gosnold behind the wheel of Mark’s beat-up Jetta. It was an odd
little town, and you had to drive through several other odd little towns to
get to it because it wasn’t just off the highway.
The only address I
had for Barbara LaVerne was simply ‘Strange Lands—Gosnold’. I asked for
directions at a coffee shop on the quiet Main Street.
heavy-set waitress said. “It’s straight up Route 104 about two miles, then
take a left at the sign that says ‘Dighton’. If you end up in Dighton, you
“You a reporter?”
“Huh? Oh, no,
I’m not a reporter.”
A big-bellied white-haired gent who looked like
a retired pastor said, “Lots of reporters asking how to get there a couple
of weeks ago.”
I nodded and turned to leave.
“Yup, we hear all
sorts of deviant things go on there …”
I bolted out the door as his
voice trailed off. I was back in the Jetta chugging smokily up Main Street,
and imagining Rod Serling back at the coffee shop introducing the next
episode of The Twilight Zone.
I came to the Dighton sign and took a
hard left onto a woodsy lane. I drove until I came to an arch with the words
‘Strange Lands’ carved into it. There was no gate. Beyond the arch a crushed
stone driveway continued toward a house I glimpsed between tall oaks.
The driveway continued past the trees and opened into a circular drive
in front of the house, which was surrounded by lush gardens. I pulled up in
front of a huge bow front porch.
I stepped out of the car and looked
around. There were no other vehicles in sight. Three hummingbirds hovered,
suckling at long-stemmed, ungainly beautiful flowers. I had never seen
hummingbirds before, except in pictures, and stood and watched them a while.
I climbed the few steps onto the deck of the porch. A knotted silk rope
hung by the door. I tugged it and a cavernous tone reverberated from inside.
A moment later the door opened, and the most perfectly lovely
heart-shaped face greeted me. Did I say perfect? Her eyes were like liquid
emerald, her lips, lush cherry red. She was maybe five-feet-two at most, and
her olive-toned face was framed by long, silky brown hair.
face. I was so entranced, it took me a full three seconds to notice her
gossamer, see-through kimono with the subtle floral print. But for all
practical purposes, this girl was naked. She smiled and bit her lower
She shook her head, and her hair
cascaded over her shoulders. Behind her an older woman’s voice called,
“Olivia? Who is it, dear?”
The girl stepped back, opening the door
wider as she did.
A woman, also wearing a kimono, but this one
substantially opaque, eyed me curiously.
“Are you Ms. LaVerne?”
“Oh, dear, not another journalist.”
“No, no ma’am, I’m not a
reporter. I’m from Askew and Broadleaf.”
She cocked her head, her
curious gaze even more intently curious.
“The publishers, ma’am?”
“Publishers? Oh—oh yes, of course. I completely forgot about them. Why,
it’s been some weeks since I spoke to a young woman with an annoying, nasal
“Yes, well—they would like to publish your poetry, and
perhaps offer a contract for future volumes.”
She continued to gaze
at me, stroking her chin as if she were trying to figure out what kind of
animal I was. Finally, she threw up her hands. “Well, I just completely
forgot about them.”
“Ma’am, are you saying you’re no longer
“No, I’m saying I just completely forgot. Would you
care for some tea?”
“Uh—yes, sure. Tea would be nice.”
woman clapped her hands. “Olivia, now you run to the pool and wait for me.
Please tell Nonie to bring us tea. Now, run along.”
The girl smiled
“Oh, wait,” the woman said, embracing her from behind as
she traipsed past. “First, let me squeeze these luscious little beauties.”
Ms. LaVerne slid her hands beneath the girl’s kimono, scooping two of
the sweetest little tits I had ever seen. The girl leaned back against her,
closed her eyes and sighed, “Ahhhh.”
Ms. LaVerne kissed the girl’s
cheek, released her breasts and swatted her affectionately on the ass.
“There you go, dear. Run along now, you sweet little trollop.”
not sure what I was thinking at that moment. I was glad I was wearing dark
trousers, because I was sure my crowbar-rigid cock was leaking like a
faucet. There I was, a guy who hadn’t come close to getting laid in more
than six months, and all at once I found myself in a candy store of
Ms. LaVerne eyed me again with that curious look. “You’re
not gay, are you Mr. …?
“Huh? Oh, no—no, not gay at all. The name’s
“Yes, Mr. Cullen, I can see from your reaction to my
little Olivia. Well, I can’t blame you; she has the same effect on me. I was
rather hoping that you might be gay, however. I’d have made it worth your
“Just a notion—I’ve always wanted to
watch a man fuck another man. Well, follow me, Mr. Cullen. Tea should be
What the ...? I followed Ms. LaVerne through a breezy
solarium and exquisitely furnished hallways to the back of the house and a
Ms. LaVerne was a beauty herself. I could imagine
her being as luscious a morsel as Olivia in her twenties, but add another
three decades and she had achieved vintage beauty. Her hair was dark, except
for a streak of silver that began over her forehead and streamed past her
left ear. Her hips swayed girlishly as she walked, and her strides indicated
perhaps some European dance training in her youth.
She directed me to
sit at a small table shielded by an umbrella. She sat opposite me in the
bright sunlight. Beside her, Olivia reclined on a lounger, her eyes closed
and her thighs spread. She was naked.
Ms. LaVerne spread shaving
cream redolent with the aroma of aloe over the girl’s pussy.
sweetie,” she cooed. “We don’t want to nick you while we’re sweeping away
that icky stubble.”
She proceeded to scrape away the lather with a
silver razor as Olivia licked her lips. She patted away the remnants with a
moistened towel, then she turned to me.
“Mr. Cullen, would you mind
handing me the baby oil?”
“Uh—baby oil?” I said thickly.
please. On the table.”
Table? What the fuck’s a table? Finally, my
brain’s flywheel began to whir again and I clumsily grabbed the clear
bottle, stood and handed it to Ms. LaVerne.
She poured some into her
hand and began to massage Olivia’s pussy.
Olivia moaned and squirmed
in the lounger as Ms. LaVerne lovingly squeezed her plump, glistening lips,
and trailed the tips of her fingers between her wet folds.
you insatiable little minx—let me see that tiny pink bunny pop her head
out—there she is.”
I was mesmerized, frozen in step as Ms. LaVerne
stroked the girl’s increasingly viscous snatch and teased her clit between
“Come, Darling, come in Barbara’s hand—let go, let go …
Olivia whimpered as her body bucked on the lounger. Then she
relaxed, like all the air had gone out of her. She began to suck her thumb.
Ms. LaVerne smiled at her young companion, raised her fingertips to her
lips and licked them one by one. “I love her to be baby-smooth.”
Cripes, I needed to jack off something fierce.
“She’ll nap for a
while,” Ms. LaVerne whispered. “Please, Mr. Cullen, sit down and relax.”
Relax? I was about to crawl out of my skin. I could have drilled a hole
in granite with my dick at that point.
She looked at me with motherly
concern. “Mr. Cullen, do you feel well?”
“Huh? Oh, yes, ma’am. Just a
bit tired. The company sent me here without much prelude. They’re quite
eager to sign you.”
“Hmm, why the rush? Do they send you on such
short-notice errands often? It can’t be an easy way to make a living.”
“The fact is, ma’am, they hired me as an editor, but once I managed to
talk a recalcitrant author into signing a contract. So, whenever an author
balks, or threatens to jump to another publisher, they send me to bring her
back into the fold. I got a rep as a troubleshooter.”
“My, my, you
must be a very persuasive young man.”
“No ma’am, just lucky. They
just wanted to vent, and after they did they signed on the dotted line. But,
it seems I’ve been pigeon-holed. I’m always on the go—not much time for
“I see. And now they’ve sent you after me—all on account of
that silly poem of mine that’s making the rounds of the Internet.”
“That’s right ma’am. If they can sign you quickly they can make a bunch of
money—you will too, of course.”
“You are a refreshingly honest young
man, Mr. Cullen. But, writing poetry is a hobby, a diversion among many. I
have all the money I’ll ever need in one lifetime and then some.”
After observing her home and her various other “diversions,” I didn’t wonder
that she was independently wealthy.
“I assume you took some
satisfaction in having your work read, though,” I said.
“Oh, yes, I
did. But, it isn’t like I crave recognition. Still it’s fun.”
“Oh, Mr. Cullen, I think we’ve known each other long enough—call
me Barbara—may I call you Jim?”
“Well, yes ma’am—I mean—Barbara. I
just was about to point out that once you’re in print you’ll acquire another
audience. And, from a purely selfish perspective, my employers would be
“Hmm, so honest ... Very well, I’ll sign whatever. My
personal assistant will work it out with you. She lifted a phone from her
pocket and held it to her ear. Lily? It’s Barbara, could you come out to the
pool for a moment, there’s some business I need you to take care of for me.
Thank you, dear.”
She slipped the phone back into her pocket and
frowned at the dozing Olivia. “Dear, I don’t want her to get sunburned.”
She retrieved the phone. “Hello, n’Kome? Could you come out to the pool
and bring Olivia to her room. The sweetie has fallen asleep in the sun and
I’m afraid she’ll get a burn. Thank you, darling.”
Barbara poured us
A woman—she was at least six feet tall—with skin the color
of dark roast coffee strode silently from the house. She looked like a
Nubian goddess with short, cropped hair, long arms and legs, sculpted,
Without a word she scooped Olivia into her arms and carried
her like a baby toward the house.
“Thank you, dear,” Barbara called
Jesus, I thought, I bet that woman could kick my ass—and
I’d love every minute of it.
Another woman stepped from the house
giving wide berth to n’Kome and her sleepy cargo. She looked so—normal—she
seemed rather out-of-place.
She wore a long, navy skirt that reached
her mid-calf, and a no-nonsense white blouse. She wore her reddish-brown
hair up and was attractive in a 1950s office-girl sort of way, with her
sensible black shoes and plain, black-framed glasses.
she said. Her voice was soft, disarming.
“Lily, yes, this is Mr.
Cullen—Jim. He works for some publishers who send him on missions impossible
and such. I’m going to be immortalized in print. Please work out the details
“Yes, of course, Barbara.”
Barbara’s eyes made an
admiring climb from the young woman’s ankles to her forehead. “Dear Lily, I
should so much like to feast my eyes on those coltish legs of yours.”
Lily’s face reddened in a flash. She glanced quickly at me, then at her
“Jim, isn’t she a lovely girl?”
My words caught in my
throat. I was embarrassed at the young woman’s embarrassment.
such a bundle of inhibitions, though, aren’t you, Lily? But she’s so
efficient, and she takes such good care of my affairs, that I overlook such
defects. But, not to worry; you’re my pet project, dear. I’ll see you naked
There was nothing salacious in Barbara’s tone. She
sounded like a mother offering homely advice to a daughter.
Cullen,” Lily said. Her eyes were glued to the ground. “Would you come with
me to my office please?”
“Yes, of course.”
I stood and Barbara
said, “Will you stay for dinner, Jim? I do enjoy your company.”
She smiled and waved us away.
ahead with determined, deliberate strides. Her shoulders were slightly
hunched as I followed her through corridors and then up a flight of stairs.
I followed her through a door and entered her office.
She plucked a
tissue from a box on her desk and wiped her brow.
“Must be quite
interesting, working for Ms. LaVerne,” I ventured.
She spun around
and planted her haunches on the edge of her desk. She folded her arms
tightly and finally looked me in the eye.
“You have no idea, Mr.
Cullen. You know, I was brought up a certain way. One was expected to behave
accordingly, and there were proprieties to maintain.”
“But this house—oh my gosh—you wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve
“Really,” I said, as evenly as possible.
don’t misunderstand, I adore Barbara. She’s a lovely person. She pays me far
more than I would make in a similar position. She’s just a genuinely nice
human being. But—but …”
“Well—I hope you don’t mind,
Mr. Cullen. I live here too, and I don’t usually have someone
from—outside—to talk with.”
“That’s quite all right, Lily.”
“Mr. Cullen,” she whispered. “I’ve witnessed orgies here—girls dressed like
nymphs out of Greek mythology, and satyrs—well, not really of course, but
they sure played their parts well.”
“Oh, Mr. Cullen,
those are just the special occasions. But every day—well, you’ve seen
I exhaled perhaps a bit too loudly. “Yes, I’ve seen Olivia.”
“That girl—she’s just not of this world—she exudes …”
said without meaning to.
Lily nodded vigorously. “You have to
understand, Mr. Cullen, working here is like—like—being in a state of
constant arousal. I—I … Well, it's just so hard to maintain any sort of,
well, professional detachment.”
"I can't say as I blame you, Lily. By
the way, are you all right?
"Um, yes, just a little light-headed all
of a sudden." She breathed like a bellows. " Oh, Mr. Cullen, I'm trying so
She began to tremble. Before I knew it she
was in my arms, melting into me. I could feel the blood coursing through my
body, simmering. My hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. It was like
I’d tripped a wire. Her hands were all over me. And I was tugging the zipper
of her skirt down her hip.
I had tugged it as far as it could travel
and sensed her skirt slipping from her hips when she grabbed my hand firmly.
“No—I’m sorry, but, we shouldn’t—we can’t.”
What? I wanted to
scream: Jesus, lady—are you trying to turn me into a rapist?
pushed herself gently out of my embrace. “I—I’m sorry—for my lapse.”
“Don’t you see? I could never behave like this—you
know, outside of Strange Lands.”
I was dumbstruck. Didn’t she realize
I was this close to throwing her onto her desk and fucking her brainless?
“I mean,” she continued. “I don’t even know you.”
I grabbed her
hand and shook it. “Hi, I’m Jim Cullen.”
to meet you, Lily. Now that we’re old friends, may I fuck you?’
Things happened pretty quickly after that. She wiggled
her hips and that skirt began to softly hiss its way down her legs. It took
forever to pool at her ankles. Barbara was right. Lily was like a colt—all
legs: pale, taut, stratospheric.
She lay back onto her desk,
scattering papers, pens, sundry other items. Her legs—the word ‘long’ just
didn’t do them justice—she scissored above her sending her shoes tumbling
through the air. White bikini panties, damp and translucent, were the only
barrier between me and where I wanted to be. I leaned forward and hooked my
fingers into the waist at her hips and drew them slowly down, grazing my
thumbs over her thighs to the accompaniment of her sweet whimpers and sighs.
A triangular patch of reddish down pointed like an arrowhead to her
pink-flushed pussy lips.
Lily’s chest rose and fell with a shuddering
sigh. I began to pluck the buttons of her blouse, slowly, excruciatingly,
teasing her, teasing myself. A simple white bra shielded her breasts. I
didn’t waste any time with the clasp. My fist gathered the fabric between
the cups. I yanked it off, and her creamy, pink-nippled wonderments jiggled
like Jell-O. Lily’s eyes flew open. Her cheeks glowed reddish-pink. “Oh,
God, you’re going to rape me, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” Well, damn right,
if that’s what she wanted.
I can’t even remember shedding my pants
and underwear. I leaped onto that desk, onto her. My cock followed the red
arrow to her syrupy cunt. I was inside her, and she was thrashing beneath
me, speaking in bizarre but decidedly obscene tongues.
closed around my hips and her heels banged me in the ass as I pummeled her.
Double-jointed? No, this girl was more like triple-jointed. I would gladly
have died wrapped in those legs.
My crotch and groin were soaked from
her fluids. Damn she was slippery. And I was in the zone; the whole world
faded away as I speared her, soaking up the sensations as I ploughed her
cunt. But before long my balls were sending the launch signal.
didn’t want to come before her. I was desperately trying to hold it back,
but then Lily shrieked in my ear and I felt a tremor, and then another rock
her body. I was out of control then. My cock exploded like a shaken soda
I didn’t dare move. Every part of my body was supersensitive,
to the point of being painful. I cradled Lily beneath me, then raised my
head cautiously. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
sorry, did I …”
Before I could finish she kissed me and sighed. “That
was sooo good.”
I grinned and kissed her back.
Lily and I froze, our eyes locked. Hesitantly, we turned our heads
toward the door. It was Barbara standing with the stoic n’Kome.
dick hadn’t even slid all the way out of Lily. In fact, at the sight of
Barbara it began to stiffen again, blindly poking its way back into her.
Barbara stepped over to the desk and raised one of Lily’s legs. She slid
her hand along the lovely ivory limb, took a deep breath and closed her
“Yum, I just knew they were beautiful, but I had no idea. My
dear Lily, if you were a racehorse, you’d win every heat.” Then she chuckled
to herself, “heat.”
She patted me on my ass like she would a pet.
“Oh, Jim, I’m so glad you came by today. It seems you were just the medicine
Lily needed to break her out of her shell. I’m so pleased. Well, dinner is
She turned to leave then hesitated at the door. Over her
shoulder she winked, “Oh, Lily, dear, you haven’t forgotten our wager, have
“No—no, I haven’t, Barbara.”
“Good girl. n’Kome will
n’Kome nodded. “I’ll wait for you in the hall.” She closed
the door behind her.
I lifted myself off the desk and pulled on my
trousers. Lily sat up and swung her legs over the desk. A sheen of moisture
where she had lain evaporated before my eyes.
“Oh, my God.” Lily
sighed. She shook her head and her hair freed itself and fell over her
shoulders. She was lovely.
“What’s going on? What ‘wager’ is she
“Oh,” she pouted. “When I took this job Barbara told
me one day she’d catch me doing something—naughty. I said I wasn’t that kind
of girl. I—I promised if she ever did find me—you know—I’d work in the nude
from then on. After all this time, being careful even to lock my door if I
ever—well, touched myself. And now she walks in on me getting screwed.”
My dick twitched. “Well—Lily—anyplace else it might be a problem, but
around here …”
“It isn’t just that,” she said. Then she shrugged. “I
have to go with n’Kome.”
She didn’t bother to dress. She just walked
to the door and opened it. She looked back.
“Jim, I felt so—nasty—but
it felt so good. You won’t think different of me, will you?”
smiled. “No way, Lily.”
She turned and stepped into the hallway. My
eyes followed her alabaster ass cheeks until they were out of sight. My dick
was twitching again.
I stepped out of Lily’s office and strolled
around the house. It was immense, richly furnished, with fine woodwork. It
wasn’t stuffy like a lot of big houses. It was breezy, inviting. I found my
way outside and followed a path to a lovely garden pond stocked with
goldfish. A little man fed the fish. He looked up and smiled, but returned
to his task. I waved and moved on.
The grounds were beautiful and
aromatic. The gardens lush with fragrant blooms and herbs. I sat on a
wrought iron bench and just absorbed all the beauty.
A bell chimed
and I turned toward the house. It was Olivia, bareassed naked as the day she
was born, waving for me to come inside.
I followed her, lured by her
swaying buns to the dining room. Barbara sat at the head of a heavy table of
dark polished wood. A selection of flowers from the gardens graced it with
color and fragrance.
Barbara was naked. I could only guess her age,
but I thought she was well into her fifties. But there was something in her
warm smile that combined the wisdom of age with youthful enthusiasm, a zest
that shone from her dark brown eyes. Her complexion was sort of bananas and
cream; her breasts were not too large, but full and tipped with beige
nipples. A 20-year old might give her soul for a body like that. She was
pretty in the classic sense.
“Jim, you goose. I didn’t think to tell
you. At Strange Lands, everyone dines in the nude. Our only exemption was
Lily and, well, that’s gone by the boards—thanks to you.”
to my place at the table. As I pulled out the seat, Barbara said, “n’Kome
will help you.”
The amazon held out a hand. I nodded and doffed my
shirt and shimmied out of my pants and briefs. My cock rose like a howitzer;
n’Kome noticed. One brow arched and the slightest hint of a grin turned her
Olivia sat near Barbara, trying to suppress a giggle.
Barbara smiled coyly. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying our company, Jim.”
My cheeks burned.
A moment later, Lily walked into the room. How
can I describe her entrance? Regal nakedness, perhaps. She wore her hair
down over her freckled shoulders. It seemed lighter, redder that it did when
she had it bound in a pile on top of her head.
Barbara gasped, “Oh,
dear, you’re so lovely.”
Lily was nervous, but she nodded and smiled
at Barbara. Her hands were clasped over her pussy.
“Oh, Hon, don’t
hide it, let us see.”
Lily parted her hands. Her red arrow was gone.
She was smooth as a newborn. She looked at me and shrugged.
Lily took her place at the table opposite me.
A substantial, middle aged woman in a white uniform entered with armfuls of
dishes. Even if she wasn’t as large as she was she’d stand out for being the
only one among us with any clothing on. She efficiently placed the dishes
around the table. The feast she laid out was lavish: roasted pork,
vegetables I recognized and some I didn’t. She poured wine and turned to
“Thank you, Nonie,” Barbara said. “Will you be enjoying the
entertainment with us later?”
Nonie turned, “No, ma’am. I have plans
for Chan later. I’ll clean up in the morning.”
“Very well, dear.
Goodnight. Give my best to Chan.”
We passed the dishes around and
filled our plates. What a meal. It was delicious, and I said so.
“Nonie is such a wonder,” Barbara nodded. “She’s been my cook and
housekeeper for ten years, ever since I bought Strange Lands. So efficient
when she came here, but lonely too. Thankfully, she found Chan. Have you met
Chan? He’s a lovely little man. He created these gorgeous gardens.”
“Uh, yes,” I said. “I saw him feeding the pond fish.”
just claimed him, is what she did.” Barbara chuckled. “She tickles him to
I coughed up a bit of wine. “Excuse me,” I said, wiping my
“Can you imagine? He loves it. That’s how they make love—she
ties him up and tickles him mercilessly—until he comes, of course. I’ve
begged her to let me watch, but she says Chan would be too bashful.”
I looked across the table at Lily. Her expression had changed. Her eyes went
wide and her mouth parted in an ‘O’. She was panting.
I was afraid
something hadn’t agreed with her, then she relaxed and slumped into her
seat. I was trying to puzzle out what had happened to her when I felt wet
lips close on the tip of my cock. Now my eyes were bugging out of my skull
as those slippery lips nibbled down my shaft and tiny hands cradled my
balls. Then they were gone. I could have begged out loud for them to return.
“Olivia?” Barbara called. “Olivia, where have you gotten to? Are you
hiding under the table?”
We heard a giggle then Barbara threw herself
back in her seat, her jaw slack and her eyes rolling back. “Ohhhh!”
She closed her eyes and bit down on a finger of her right hand. Then she
whimpered and a barely perceptible tremor buffeted her. Olivia’s head poked
up from under the table, she was grinning and her lips glistened.
Barbara caught her breath. “You—you little—oh you terrible brat. Oh,
darling.” She cradled Olivia’s head to her breast.
If I had stood up
then I’d have tipped the table over with my dick.
Barbara took a
moment to recover, and then we all had coffee, just like any civilized folks
would. Finally, Barbara signaled the silent n’Kome, who sat at the opposite
end of the table. “Darling, will you take Olivia upstairs? Get yourselves
Olivia pranced ahead of n’Kome.
“Let’s go out to the
porch,” Barbara instructed. “The girls have prepared a lovely entertainment
I looked across at Lily, who nodded at me and stood. We
strolled onto the porch and Barbara signaled to Lily and me to sit together
on a cushioned swing seat. Lily smiled and snuggled into me. My dick was
unabashedly rigid. She closed one hand around it and squeezed.
has planted herbs that keep the biting insects away,” Barbara said
matter-of-factly. “I hate to see a mosquito bite mar lovely skin.”
nodded dumbly. Lily had begun to stroke me oh so slightly, and nibble my
Olivia skipped through the door. She was covered in body paint,
a russet brown with white spots. She looked like Bambi.
adorable,” Barbara gushed. “All right, run along my little fawn, the fierce
hunter is hot on your trail.”
Olivia ran giggling into the gardens.
A moment later n’Kome emerged; her naked body was streaked with bright
red and white paint with elaborate patterns traced over her arms and thighs.
Lily stopped stroking my cock to stare.
“Isn’t she striking?”
Barbara said. “Run along, your prey awaits you.”
n’Kome bounded after
Barbara clapped her hands. “She’s Diana, the huntress. I fear
my poor little fawn stands no chance.”
From the gardens came a rustle
of vegetation, then an occasional shriek and giggle. Lily and I were
transfixed at the drama.
“She’s Kush, I just know it,” Barbara said.
“Excuse me,” I croaked.
“My n’Kome. Those Nilotic features tell
me everything. She’s descended from the Kush, the ancestors of the Nubians,
who of course gave their civilization to the Egyptians.”
“I studied them when I was a girl, went on a dig in Africa. They had a
cult of women warriors. They kept herds of men for breeding only.”
“Oh, yes. Kept the poor creatures in a constant state of
arousal. You see, they fit them with little woven baskets that acted as a
chastity device. Whenever a Kush warrior decided to have a child, she’d pick
a man out from the herd, mount him, and it was all over in a few seconds
because the poor dears were—oh, shall we say, on a hair-trigger? No time to
waste with procreation, the warrior wanted the deed done so she could rejoin
her real mate, a fellow warrior.”
A shriek rattled us out of our
reveries. n’Kome emerged from the gardens with Olivia slung over her
Barbara stood and clapped. “Very impressive,
Mighty Huntress. Please, take her to our lair.
n’Kome nodded; a
lascivious grin curled her lips. Barbara stood and followed her into the
house. She called to me as she entered, “Please stay the night, Jim. It’s
been so fun to have you.”
That left just Lily and me alone on the porch swing. Somewhere, I
thought I heard the mad cackle of a man being tickled.
remember ever spending a day like this in my life. Nothing comes close,” I
“Uh-huh. Despite everything else I’ve seen since I’ve been to
Strange Lands, this definitely topped them all.”
Lily held my dick in
the cocoon of her hand, leaned over and tongued the tip. I sucked in some
air and held it as her tongue traveled the underside of my cock.
there—someplace we can—go,” I panted.
“My room—I’ll show you.”
“The way n’Kome
carried Olivia this afternoon?”
I lifted her into my arms and she
showed me the way to her room, which was above an elegant staircase. I was a
naked Rhett to her naked Scarlet.
Her room was frilly and feminine. A
canopy bed was so soft she sank into it when I laid her down. Moonlight
poured through a window, illuminating her snowy skin. I parted her thighs.
“No rush this time,” I said. “We’re going to take it slow.”
kneeled and licked her pussy lips, slipping my tongue tip between her folds
and French kissing her cunt. Her syrup was flowing warmly and I lapped at it
gratefully. Time meant nothing—I calculated it by her orgasms only. She
cried after the first one struck her. Then we cuddled and started all over
It was a long night—not long enough.
In the morning I
woke spooned with her, my arms closed around her breasts.
breakfast—in the buff, of course. Then it was time for me to leave. I
dressed reluctantly for that.
Barbara, Lily, n’Kome and Olivia
gathered on the porch to see me off. Even Nonie stepped out of her kitchen
to wave goodbye. Chan waved from the gardens. The poor guy looked really
tired, but he was grinning just the same.
The Jetta rumbled to life
and I put it into gear. Barbara called for me to stop, and ran to the car.
She leaned into my window and kissed my cheek.
“Come to work for me,
“Dear, you’re practically one of the family. I
appreciate what you did for Lily.”
“But, I didn’t …”
you did. Please, I’ll pay you triple whatever your employer is paying you.
And you can live right here at Strange Lands.”
“Thanks, Barbara, I’ll
think about it.”
“Please do. Promise me you’ll at least visit next
weekend. I’m staging a tribute to Bacchus, and I’m inviting all sorts of
lovely people. I don’t suppose you know any gay men, who’d be willing to
make love for an audience, do you?”
“I’ll see what I can do. And,
yes, I’ll be here.”
“Oh, good. Drive carefully, dear.”
Back on the interstate, it occurred to me that the real world didn’t feel so
Back at Mark’s I walked in on a blowjob in progress. Jason was
mortified and ran upstairs. Mark laughed.
“Impeccable timing,” he
scolded. “I was worried my car broke down and you were stranded in some
“Well, that car of yours is a shitbox, but actually
I spent the night at Ms. LaVerne’s.”
“Oh? Details, Jimmy, details.”
“I don’t know where to start. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. But
first, I need to ask you something.”
“How do you
think Jason would feel about getting fucked in front of an audience?”
“Did you really ask what you just asked?”
“Would he do it?”
“Male or female audience?”
mortified—but he’d love it, the exhibitionist slut. Now, Jimmy boy, tell me
just what you’ve been up to.”
“I will. First, let me tell you about a
little patch of Eden—called Strange Lands.”
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