They got on well together despite their differences and occasionally enjoyed a late-night confab while sharing a six-pack or two. These talks basically consisted of Chad boasting of conquests while his friend listened with rapt attention bordering on envy. Myles was a bookish sort with a bounty of copper curls framing his cherubic face. He constantly carried a rucksack which came in handy while riding the bus. He was shy around the opposite sex to the point where he’d cross a quad to avoid a girl he was attracted to, ashamed of the stammer and rubicund cheeks that were the collegiate cornerstones of inexperience.
Chad was a brown-haired, silver-tongued player who once christened a new sports car with a string of sorority girls. The only babe he remembered in earnest was a 20-year-old blonde who’d blown him in the front seat before riding his cock like she was trying to pound it into the gas tank. The beauty’d had a tongue stud like a primordial pearl and when that glistening metal hit the tip of his penis, it produced the most delicious tingling sensations which haunted him for days afterward. The girl obviously thought she was fucking him and he didn’t mind it when a girl thought that way, especially if she had a pussy like two wet fingers tied with a silk ribbon.
Chad was always looking for a reason to party and he saw his roommate as a challenge; it would be diverting, if not downright amusing to orchestrate a way for Myles to get laid.
And so, when a mysterious invitation arrived in the morning’s mail, the brown-haired Lothario seized an irresistible opportunity. The envelope was the colour of lemon custard, unstamped and fastened with a wax seal; Chad had never seen anything like it. Who would hand- deliver such an item? No matter. The writing inside requested the presence of Myles and Chad for an intimate gathering at eight sharp on the night of the Eve of All Saints, 31 October 1897.
Chad had a good laugh. This had to be a joke. The Eve of All Saints, indeed. He didn’t much care for Halloween, having regurgitated one too many bags of candy corn in his formative years, but this could be something to remember. Maybe he and Myles were in for a treat.
Myles wasn’t so sure. Chad had quite a time convincing his diffident roommate that being young was all about embracing adventure and learning how to score.
‘And Myles, my man. Your score is zero.’
On the night of the invite, they fortified themselves with whiskey and dressed in their best gladrags. They would take Chad’s car, of course. Not many bus stops where they were headed.
Seattle’s Beacon Hill district was a neighbourhood of well-kept split-level and family-style homes, many of which were decked out for the holiday. Chad smirked at the puerile nods to spookdom. Every other house had a plastic skeleton fastened to the front door with phalanges curled round a brass knocker. And of course black paper cats pawed the occasional window – oh, so scary. Chad checked the address again and again. It didn’t feel right but something egged him on. He took an S-curve round a steep hill and finally found his mark. They were surprised to park in front of a mansion in dire need of repair.
Myles, who had been nervously tapping his foot through the entire ride, said, ‘Look, man. There are no lights on in that creepy house and no cars parked out front. Let’s get out of here while we’re still alive. We can go to a bar, pick up some chicks.’
‘That’s rich. A bar on Halloween will be packed with goth girls wearing black lipstick and cheap costumes. Nah, let’s see what this is about.’
On closer inspection, even Chad didn’t like the look of the place. Mullioned windows were mossy with cobwebs and the porch’s warped floorboards creaked with every step. All drapes were pulled and there was no reason to expect anyone home – if you could call this devastating locus a home.
Resolute in his entitlement to adventure, Chad knocked on the door and waited. After a full minute, Myles tugged on his friend’s sleeve and said, ‘See, it was just a prank. Let’s go!’
Chad banged on the door more forcefully, as if he had urgent business to attend, and this time the door creaked open to reveal a voluptuous redheaded chatelaine.
‘Yes? You must be the footmen hired for the party. Two birds wooed with one crumb. Excellent. Well, don’t tarry. Do come in.’
With a grand gesture, she led the young men into the anteroom and suggested they remove their coats and shoes. The fellows obliged, not knowing what else to do.
Myles gulped and said, ‘We received an invitation, Miss. We weren’t, like, hired or anything.’
‘Ah. Perhaps you’re the Master’s menservants? My, but you chaps get better looking every year. Do stay away from my parlour maids, darlings; they hail from respectable families. I am on my own this evening, so come, follow me. Suffuse me with your charms. Oh, and do call me Adelaide as that is my name.’
‘Um, where are we going?’ Myles wanted to know. Chad, for the first time in his life, was mute.
‘To my chamber, of course. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking. After we have our fun, I’ll see you both have a taste of the best claret or port. If you’re hungry, Cook will be happy to oblige you with cheese and sandwiches. First, we will feast on the senses, yes?’
As if being led by a magnetic force out of their control, the two lads followed the train of their hostess’s bustle to her boudoir.
The allure of incense replaced the fug of the anteroom and the sweet aroma was pleasing to both “menservants”.
‘You boys have a seat on the divan while I go behind that screen and remove my tiresome corset.’
The lads sat in awe as a diaphanous panel of the partition gave full view of Adelaide’s silhouette while she removed all encumbrances. When at last she stood before them it was as a woman from a dream, a flawless Victorian plum of a female with shapely legs, sinuous curves and ponderous breasts begging to be cupped and fondled. She was wearing nothing now but an amulet whose topaz stone reflected the light from a nearby candelabrum.
‘Unzip your trousers, boys, or I’ll feel forward standing here by my lonesome.’
To Chad’s amazement, Myles was the first to accommodate the lady’s request. He was also the first to have his penis attended to.
‘What a lovely cock you have!’ the hostess exclaimed, taking the member in her palm and stroking it with her scarlet-tipped fingers.
Adelaide knelt on a pouffe strategically located near the divan, took the head of that cock into her mouth and polished her palate with it. She kissed the tip over and over again as if she had found the love of her life and would not be parted from this source of wonderment.
Myles tilted his head back and moaned in ecstasy. The closest he’d ever got to a blowjob was by flipping through the pages of a magazine. He gently tugged at the roots of Adelaide’s marmalade locks and caressed her scalp, daring to urge her downward incrementally.
The great hostess took the hint and gingerly coursed down that coveted member until she reached the base and introduced Myles to the thrills of deep throat. She didn’t gag at all, just kept sucking as if she were trying to swim to the very bottom of the ocean.
All this time, Chad, not believing his eyes, had been stroking his own cock, mesmerised by the scene before him. Now, he wanted in on the action.
He reached between Adelaide’s legs and touched her mound. When he pulled his fingers away, covered with her womanly lust, it was all he could do not to take her from behind.
‘Go down on me, too,’ he whined.
Myles gave him a shove and, with a new bent curve of his lips, said, ‘A gentleman waits his turn.’
Chad couldn’t bother to consider how Myles had lost his shyness. He wanted what Myles was getting and soon.
He reached down between the woman’s thighs again and this time he thrust two fingers into Adelaide’s quim, making her squirm and pivot in a new direction.
‘Play with my pip and I’ll pamper you, too,’ she said.
Chad took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gasped as Adelaide’s lips met with the tip of his penis. She licked and licked the head then scarfed down Chad�
��s cock until it disappeared down her throat.
Adelaide was magnificent, sucking Chad’s cock as if she were a vagabond who had lucked upon a banquet, supping greedily, not knowing where her next meal might fall. And while she did this, Myles approached her from behind to play with the cleft of her bum and massage her perineum. The duality of Myles’s gentle touch and Chad’s firm fingers still manipulating her clit was almost more than Adelaide could bear. She came in a great wave of emotion, an orgasm that made her wish to be even more generous with her womanly wiles.
Chad’s cock began to thrum and Adelaide felt the pulse of its heat throughout her torso. Just as the flesh in her mouth threatened to go off like a petard, the naked woman pulled away and fastened her mouth to Myles’s manhood.
Chad moaned with chagrin but relished the chance to knead and pinch his hostess’s derriere. She had a great ass, like an eiderdown pillow, and Chad longed to bury his face in it.
He was glad for his friend, too. Who knew when the poor fellow would get blown like this again? Not many sorority girls chased bookish lads like Myles. The untucked shirts and rumpsprung corduroys of the bibliophile did not betoken a night of expensive dance clubs and fancy drinks. In fact, nary a girl went for Myles so this Halloween was destined to be a night for the memory archives. The look on Myles’s face was priceless as well. His countenance was flushed from the shock of the newly initiated but his lips curled with the satisfaction of a baron leading a fox hunt.
For ballast, Adelaide clasped both palms to her quarry’s hamstrings so she could seesaw up and down, her lips skating and hugging the fully erect cock responding happily to every lingual command.
Chad crowded the pair by delving between the good lady’s thighs and tasting of her sweet quim. Adelaide writhed in delight, grinding against his chin. When he darted first one finger then another into her vulva, impressed by how her labia swelled and contracted to welcome the ingress, he knew he had to have this incredible woman.
‘I really want to fuck you, Adelaide.’
She was still sucking Myles and paused mid-shaft when she heard the word fuck. She pulled away from Myles’s cock, giving the head one last lick with her lingual tether.
Adelaide did a remarkable thing, then. She took Chad’s cock in her hand but levelled her gaze at Myles.
‘And you, darling? Do you want to fuck me, too?’
‘Absolutely,’ Myles said. His voice was deeper than Chad had ever heard it.
She took Myles’s cock in her hand too then and stroked it lovingly while merely holding Chad’s member like an objet d’art picked up on a shopping jaunt.
‘Two birds with one crumb, yes. I’m going to drop my little crumb on the settee and close my eyes and let you boys decide who gets first dibs. I find decision-making daunting and I want to save all my energy for pleasure.’
She deftly positioned herself on the brocaded furniture, hands and knees secure in the plush fabric of the cushions and pale feet adangle.
Not missing a beat, Chad steered the woman’s hips like a captain at helm and pushed his cock into what had to have been the tightest but slickest cunt he’d ever taken. It was as if he were using his member to pry open that sealed invitation, had the envelope been made of silk.
He held on for as long as he could, but finally, when he had pumped his last and he stood shuddering from orgasm having spent himself inside her, Chad released his prize and spiralled away from the settee.
‘Damn, that was good,’ he muttered to himself. He had forgotten all about his friend who was halfway into getting sucked off again.
‘You’re going down on him again?’ Chad asked in consternation.
‘I’m not wet any more,’ Adelaide patiently explained. ‘This is the one thing that really turns me on. Why don’t you make yourself useful and pour us each a glass of brandy, darling.’ She pointed to a bottle and three crystal glasses, all of which appeared out of nowhere.
As Chad poured the liquor, he envied the moans of gratification coming from the settee where Adelaide was now torquing her body around Myles’s groin so her mouth could take long tractive pulls on his cock.
Darn , he thought. I could have gotten more of that if I’d just been patient!
He gingerly sipped his brandy, waiting for Myles to have his turn.
Adelaide finally stretched the length of her lovely body into a supine position and opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.
Myles cupped the sides of her face then kissed the hollow of her neck and the hillocks of fleshy bosom, grazing each nipple with his tongue. Then he mounted Adelaide while she wrapped her creamy legs round his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back.
The missionary position of course, Chad snarkily mused.
Myles looked deep into Adelaide’s eyes while pumping her with a steady rhythm. She lolled her head back and forth in oblivion to pleasure, lifting her buttocks at times to further welcome Myles’s thrusts.
To Chad’s great surprise, Myles lasted much longer and it appeared he was not to be satisfied with just one sexual position. He got up, pulling Adelaide into a seated pose, urging her to sit on his cock.
Watching the redheaded hostess lower her quim onto Myles’s fully erect member was a sight to behold and Chad found himself getting aroused again. He stroked his cock and watched as Myles gripped Adelaide’s hips and guided her up and down his shaft. Her jouncing breasts became a blur and she shouted with joy as Myles fucked her like a man possessed.
But still he wouldn’t come. Chad began to pace the room, getting impatient. Just as it seemed the fucking would never end, his friend pulled Adelaide off his cock.
Myles gestured for Adelaide to get on her hands and knees and she did. He took her from behind and she arched her back in appreciation of his deep, relentless thrusts.
Chad stared agog and realised he was still holding his own cock which was about to fulminate. When Adelaide squealed with abandon, Chad’s come erupted like a fountain.
Chad smoked a cigarette and drank another snifter of brandy before Myles finally spent himself to fruition.
When their bodies disengaged, Adelaide covered Myles’s freckled face with kisses and said, ‘Oh, thank you, darling. Thank you! I feel alive again!’
‘Hey!’ Chad wasn’t used to playing second fiddle. ‘What did I make you feel? Dormant?’
Adelaide pressed her lips to Chad’s cheek and said, ‘Sorry, darling. Of course, you were lovely, too. Alas, my time here is drawing to a close so I won’t be able to press Cook for those sandwiches after all. Perhaps you’ll find a tavern on your journey home.’
‘Hey, lady. I’ve got some questions for you. Like, who the heck are you and how did you get my address? What is this place?’
Adelaide tsked and quickly slipped back into her clothes. She ignored Chad’s questions and kissed Myles full on the lips.
‘What a charming evening. I shall never forget it. And you young men must promise to always remember me. If you don’t remember me, I will surely die.’
Myles reached for her hand and kissed it. ‘Don’t worry, Adelaide. I’ll always remember you. You’ve given me a taste of the divine.’
Adelaide disappeared behind the partition again but this time there was no silhouette. The flames of the candelabrum flickered to a close and suddenly the roommates were in the dark.
‘I think that’s a signal for us to leave,’ Myles said candidly.
‘Wait, man. I’ve got a lighter in my pocket.’
Chad lit the candles only to feel a chill right down to the marrow of his bones. The settee whereupon Adelaide had so recently been thoroughly fucked was now covered with a white sheet. The partition was gone, as was the bottle of brandy and the glasses.
Myles said, ‘C’mon, Chad. Let’s go.’
‘Wait. I think I see a clue to this “intimate gathering”. Check out that painting over there.’
Myles joined his friend to gaze at what was obviously a picture of Adelaide in her prime. Her name was e
tched in a fine script and beneath it was a date: 1860-1897.
‘1860 to 1897,’ Chad said in a monotone. Myles gulped.
Chad was so scared he dropped the candelabrum and the entire house capitulated to the dark.
Running back to Chad’s car, Myles could have sworn he heard the faintest echo of Adelaide’s voice. A voice saying Remember me.
I Am the Moon
by Tabitha Rayne
I sprawl over the hide, spreading my fingers and sliding them through the silky fibres. I start with the deerskin, my eyes fixed on the wolf and bear just in sight. Being a vegetarian makes my new fetish particularly troublesome.
Every day for the last fortnight I’ve come into the museum half an hour before closing and rolled about in the natural history section. It is far away from the main door where the tired day-trippers and bus tours are now being herded.
My mouth waters as I leave the deer and crawl to the wolfskin. I lower my body forward in a snakelike motion and nuzzle my nose deep into the fur. At first touch, it feels wiry and tough, but go deeper and you find the softest, safest place. Through the layers of museum dust there is still the faint musk of a feral beast. It is what I am here for. That scent. It is strong and male and wild. I rake my nails through the fibres and release the powerful pheromones. My body responds with a sweet quickening in my panties and I pull the sides of the pelt and roll myself in it.
I venture a hand down towards my building want but something makes me glance around the room. Silence. The hairs on my neck stand to attention as the air turns thick and static. From nowhere a hand grabs me by the scruff of my neck and hauls me out of my cloak. I feel weak and hysterical and ferociously turned on at being caught.
‘Goodness,’ I purr, ‘no need to be so … forceful.’
The security guard stares through me as if he’s seen it all before. I hold on to his arm as he marches me though the animal room, tripping in my heels and wriggling about as I try to force my rumpled skirt down over my bum.
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