by Carl East
After a while I picked her up, and then walked into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed, but not before undoing her zipper from behind, and letting the dress fall to her feet. As I stood next to the bed getting undressed, I looked at her beautiful body, and watched her remove her panties.
Then climbing onto the bed beside her, we kissed as I got into position, my hard shaft touching the opening of her pussy.
"Go slowly," she said, kissing me more passionately.
I found the entrance, and then pushed gently, feeling the give as my cock started to slide in, and then slowly I felt the sides of her womanhood surrounding my cock as it traveled almost the full length.
"Ah...oh...yes...I...love...this feeling," she said, kissing me harder.
I always enjoyed making love to Judy, it wasn't just a casual lay, it meant much more to me than that, and I felt a part of her life and wanted to remain with her for the rest of mine.
I started to work it a bit faster making her climax for the first time that night, and then carried on until I was ready to cum. She held me tightly as I did, wanting to feel my seed deep inside her. I stayed there for a few minutes, wanting to compose myself before withdrawing my cock. Then it was over, and she was saying no more today, for she was tired and had a lot to think about.
We just held each other for a change, needing the feel of each others body's up close, something that we didn't do often enough. Eventually we fell asleep, while still holding one another, and I wondered what else was in store for us.
We all got married shortly after that, and the double wedding went perfectly. We even had another sexual adventure during our honeymoon but that’s another story.
The End
A Virgin No More
Stephanie sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Mrs. Carter’s hand. Stephanie was a volunteer care person, someone who gave a few hours of her time every week to bring a little joy into other peoples lives. Today, she was visiting a patient she’d seen many times over the last two months, and who wasn’t expected to live much longer.
Her complaint was liver cancer, and although the Doctors had done everything they could, it was too far gone to save her. All they could do was ease her pain, and make her last hours on this earth a little more comfortable. Stephanie always read to her, from her favorite author ‘Agatha Christie’ and liked to discuss the finished books at the end.
On this day however, Stephanie was about to lose her first patient, because as she read, the monitors kicked in to let the staff know Mrs. Carter was having a cardiac arrest. Stephanie stepped out of the way as the hospital staff went into action, but it was no good, and she was declared dead at 12:15 p.m. on the third of the month 2004.
The tears welled up in Stephanie’s eyes, having never seen or had anyone die that she was close to. A nurse comforted her as she walked out of the ward, and another tear fell down her cheek. It had just occurred to her that Mrs. Carter had no one to mourn her passing, and she felt that was a very sad thing.
On her way out, one of the Doctors spotted her, and intercepted her before leaving.
“Hi Stephanie, oh sorry, what’s wrong?” he said, noticing her tears.
“Mrs. Carter just died, and it hit me harder than I thought it would,” she replied, wiping her tears for the fifth time. “Is there something I can do for you?” she added, seeing the concern in his face.
“I’m sorry to hear that Stephanie, perhaps this isn’t the time to discuss it,” he said, resting his hand on her shoulder to console her.
“It’s all right, I’ll be fine. What is it Doctor?”
“Well, I have another patient that I’d like you to visit. He’s feeling rather down at the moment because he’s on chemotherapy, and I thought your winning smile might perk him up a little,” he said.
“Well, I’m available tomorrow, if you’d like me to come and see him,” she replied
“That’d be great, you’ll find him in the terminal ward, and his name’s Terry Blake,” replied the Doctor.
Stephanie made a quick note of it, and after saying her goodbyes, she left the hospital.
The next day was miserable, as it rained from the moment she left her apartment. As promised though she headed straight for the hospital, and entered the terminal ward. Stopping a nurse that she spotted, Stephanie asked where she could find Terry Blake, and was pointed in the right direction. The curtains were drawn around his bed, and she popped her head around, to find a youngish man who didn’t look ill in the slightest.
“Hi there, I’m Stephanie, a care worker. I’ve been asked to see if you’d like someone to talk to. If the answer to that is no, I quite understand, some people like their privacy,” she said, looking him in the eye and noticing how handsome he was.
“That would be nice, as I don’t have any visitors to look forward to,” he replied, politely.
Stephanie had been trained not to ask personal questions during a care meeting, and only talk about such things when the patient brought it up. So it was a number of weeks before Terry actually started to talk about his illness, and revealed that he had a particular virulent form of leukemia. The worst thing about it was that they didn’t even pretend there was a cure for it. They just gave him a time scale for when he would die.
Of course they did try certain things like chemotherapy, but only because they knew no other course of action. During the weeks that Stephanie got to know Terry, she started to have feelings for him beyond friendship, but kept them to herself. He had enough problems without adding more, she thought as she came to see him one day for the fifteenth time.
He was in a pretty good mood that day, and confessed that he looked forward to her visits. The conversation also touched upon his sex life, or lack there of, for it turned out he was still a virgin at thirty-six years of age. Stephanie couldn’t help but ask why he had left it so late.
“I waited for the right person, I know that’s terribly old fashioned, but I wanted sex to mean something more than just a physical sensation,” he said, rather admirably.
Stephanie was starting to like Terry more and more, but as the weeks went by his health declined, and he started to lose his hair. It was getting to a point now where it was painful to see this proud and very likable man start to wither. On her last visit, he confessed something to her that she’d suspected for weeks now, and that was that he’d fallen in love with her. When he told her, she couldn’t hold back the tears, and tried to hide them instead.
She confessed to him at the end of that meeting that she had strong feelings for him too, and that if things had been different she would’ve been honored to be a part of his life. That made him cry, and that was something Stephanie didn’t want to see happen. That meeting was the moment Stephanie had come to a decision, one she just knew was the right one, but one, which she needed help with.
On her way out of the hospital that day, she sought out the Doctor who’d recommended her to this particular patient. She found him taking a coffee break, and asked if she could see him privately. He granted her wish, and pretty soon they were in his office. She told him what she had planned, and that she needed the hospital to close a blind eye. She also needed the Doctor to increase Terry’s pain killing dose for the particular day she had in mind. The Doctor listened quietly, and when Stephanie had finished explaining her plan, he shook her hand.
“I wish there were more like you,” he said, “and yes, you have my permission, I’ll make sure his meds are increased on that day,” replied the Doctor.
Stephanie left soon afterwards, and was pleased that the Doctor understood. She also had to get her self physically and mentally ready for the day ahead, for it was an important one for Terry.
The next day came around so quickly, and Stephanie felt nervous as she walked through the hospital corridors one last time. When she reached the ward, the Doctor was there, and he was telling the nurses under no circumstances were they to bother Terry or Stephanie until Stephanie made an appearance. By that, he me
ant when the curtains were re-opened, after her visit.
They understood the instructions, and as Stephanie walked over to Terry’s bed the Doctor gave her a wink and a smile, and then went about his business. Stephanie said hi to Terry as she closed the curtains off, and he immediately noticed how good she looked that day. Taking her coat off, he noticed how low her top was, and how beautiful her long legs were. She never wasted anytime though, for as he started to speak again, she leaned forward and kissed him.
He wasn’t ready for it, and didn’t expect it, but he damn well enjoyed it.
“Let’s not talk today,” she said, taking off her blouse, and revealing her voluptuous breasts.
Terry was shocked, but he never said a word, instead he lay back and watched as she took the rest off. Once naked, Stephanie pulled the covers back and found he had a nice solid erection brought on by her, and ready for anything. They kissed again at that moment, and Terry felt her tongue touching his own. He’d always imagined the perfect woman for him, to look and feel just like Stephanie, and felt so excited to actually be kissing the woman he loved.
Stephanie stroked his chest as they kissed, and allowed her hand to wander downwards towards his pubic area. As the kiss got more intense, her hand brushed through his pubic hairs and gently touched his hard cock. He moaned quietly inside her mouth, as she gently stroked his member the entire length. She then started to kiss his neck and chest, and continued down to his belly button. Before she could reach his hardened shaft however, Terry started to cum.
She watched him tense up as his seed spurted onto her face and his stomach, and proceeded to lick him clean, which made him cum again. She then placed his cock into her mouth, and wouldn’t let him go until she was sure he was going to stay hard. When he was ready, she got onto the bed, and sat astride his cock. Looking beneath herself, she lowered and opened her pussy lips onto his shaft, and moaned with excitement as the tip of his cock entered her wet vagina.
For the first time in his life, he felt what it was like to make love to someone, and for those precious moments he was alive. Stephanie rocked back and forth, not having to worry as to whether or not he liked it rough or gentle she just knew he liked what was happening. After just ten minutes he started to cum again, and the tears ran down his face. Stephanie didn’t move from his cock, until she was sure he’d lost his erection.
Climbing off him, she lay beside his hot body, and placed an arm over his chest. They never spoke, for he was content to just breathe in the scent of her hair and wonderful perfume. When she did move, she told him that she wouldn’t be coming again, for it was too hard to see a man she loved so much, fall apart in front of her everyday. He understood, but still the tears ran down his face. As she got dressed and ready to leave, he simply said, “I’ll be waiting.”
Stephanie held her head up high as she left the hospital, but allowed the tears to flow. The Doctor saw her walk past, but left her alone. He admired her, and took great comfort from the fact that people like her do exist, and can make a difference.
The End
The Mirror
Chapter 1
I watch and wait that's all I can do, because I'm trapped in limbo, and it was knowledge that got me here.
I wanted it all, the eternal youth and the never ending life span but it wasn't worth it. You see seventy-five years ago I was looking for something special; I had gone shopping with my husband. He’d gone off to search for tools, while I browsed for bargains; I’d found an antique shop. Upon entering the store I was struck by how unusual some of the items were, and unique, the prices were fair as well which surprised me.
Then I found what was going to be a curse; it was a big oblong mirror that had its own stand. It stood out from everything else in that shop, but it wasn't just the mirror I had noticed. There was writing inscribed at the base, I recognized as Latin, it read, 'Perpetualis Aetas-atis Cessare' which meant Perpetual Aging Cease. At first I couldn't make out the last word, and to this day I wish I never had. For no sooner had I read the words in Latin than I was transported into a small room.
At first I was startled by these turn of events, and then I became worried, because upon turning around I found myself on the opposite side of the mirror. The shop was there, plus the shopkeeper. I banged on the glass, to no avail; I then picked up the one and only chair in this small space and tried to smash the glass with no effect. After trying for several hours to extricate myself from this prison I had to concede that there was no way out. I decided to look around at my surroundings. It was pretty cramped in here, with three walls and the only window being the mirror.
There was also a bookshelf, with several books that were covered in dust, picking one at random off the shelf I blew the dust off the top. It was entitled 'Spells and Their Effects' this had to be a fictitious book. Opening the book I found it had magic spells that were in alphabetical order. Turning to the index, I found a row of words all in Latin; the one that struck me first was the word 'Sexus' which simply meant sex. I spoke the word out loud, suddenly there was a naked man standing in front of me.
I jumped back, surprised that anything had happened, and then I noticed his cock. He had a magnificent specimen, and he was fully erect, but he never said a word. Being a twenty-four year old hot-blooded female, I couldn't help but be aroused. I walked around him, checking out the rest of his body. He had a lovely ass small and round, I couldn't help myself when I reached for his cock. He never flinched as I passed it from one hand to the other; slowly I started to jerk it in my closed hand.
Only then did he make a move, I discovered later that all I had to do was initiate sex first, for the man to respond. The response I got was mind blowing; he immediately started to undress me. I allowed him to strip me naked, and then he picked me up placing his cock at the entrance of my pussy, he then impaled me with it. No normal man could possibly do what he then did; he stood pulling me up and down onto his huge cock for at least thirty minutes before coming.
Once he’d placed me on my feet he vanished. I sat in the chair totally exhausted at what just happened; I had climaxed a number of times during that session. Regaining my composure I decided to read the books at my disposal. The second one I took off the shelf was entitled 'The Mirror' this was the one I was compelled to read. The first page explained how the mirror worked, and who had created it.
Apparently it was made by a sorcerer of the late thirteenth century whose name was Azamond; he’d intended to use it before he died. It also went on to explain that while in the mirror the person wouldn't age, in effect he/she would be immortal. That was all well and good, but if you're a prisoner, you're a prisoner, whether you’re immortal or not and nothing could change that. The part that really pissed me off was when I read that the only way out was for someone else to read the inscription in Latin.
They would then take the place of the one already trapped, but the chances of someone else being able to read Latin let alone speak it out loud was remote. I put that book down for now and picked up the spell book again, looking through it I found various words for food. In fact there were four pages dedicated to various foods, I thought I'd better try one, so I said out loud 'Bos-bovis' which meant beef. There in front of me appeared several cuts of roast beef sitting on a plate that was sitting on a tray. I picked it up to find it was well cooked and still hot, 'at least I'm not going to starve' I thought. After the first day of this I started to get a little depressed, for I had seen my husband come into the shop, no doubt concerned at my disappearance. I felt frustrated that I could see him and do nothing about it, and then I read the spell book from cover to cover.
Although it had some wonderful spells in it, it just couldn't help get me out of here. After a few weeks I had resigned myself to thinking that the only way out was for someone to read the inscription as I had done. A lot of people did look very closely at the mirror, and even the inscription, but none of them spoke the words out loud. After a few months of this I started to treat the mirror as my home
, it wasn't all bad in fact the things I did while in that room were unbelievable. Azamond must have loved sex for there was another book here entitled 'Sexual Fantasies' after trying one of these spells I wondered if I would ever want to leave.
You see it had categories of various sexual combinations, like a threesome and a group. The very first one I chose was a threesome; I spoke the words and a large bed appeared half filling the room. At either side of the bed stood two handsome young men, both were naked with large erect cocks. I stripped naked and then lay on the bed, once I felt comfortable I said 'you can start' hands were then all over me probing my inner thigh and fondling my breasts. It bothered me that these men wouldn't or couldn't speak, but I still enjoyed their attention. One of them opened my legs wide while kneeling on the bed in front of me, and after pressing his cock against my pussy he pushed it home. The other one was kissing, licking and pulling at my tits like they were dessert.
