The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  “‘Walk right in, I am in the shower.’ I pushed the door and went straight for the bathroom. I threw my clothes over the bathtub and joined Susy. She met me pressing her body and pulled me under the shower. She began soaping my body with hers and stalled over my appendage. ‘This one is calling for quite a rubbing, the way it is standing for attention,’ she murmured. I wrapped my arms around her, to begin parting her generous and appetizing ass. ‘I repeat, as I said before, your ass excites me.’ I stressed with special intonation on the ass word. I felt her melt against me and slide down to engulf my penis. The water was turning colder, so she stopped the shower. She blocked the door and began licking my body. ‘I will suck you dry, body first and…’ I sat on the shower floor and kept her butt above my head. I parted the generous cheeks and began digging her hole with my tongue. My fingers replaced my tongue one at the time, then together in increasing groupings. She must like it in the ass, I thought, when I saw my hand disappear in the orifice. I played with her, until she begged to open the shower. We renewed action on the bed, with an intensive sixty nine. It took very little time before we reached orgasm. I invited her for dinner the next evening on the condition that she would accompany me first to visit a funeral parlor. I was to pay my respects to two old friends for the loss of their mother. I asked Tim to lend me his Eldorado convertible for the occasion. I showed up at her room as planned.

  “The door was ajar and I knocked. ‘Come in darling and fix yourself a drink, I am finishing with my make-up.’ I was watching the early evening news, when she appeared framed by the bathroom door. I had to swallow twice at the vision. Her delicious body was covered by a transparent white lace dress, under which she was stark naked, not even the flimsiest underwear. ‘Sorry that it took me a little long, but I had to pluck at my pussy, to wear this dress.’ I thought that I would ejaculate in my pants on the spot. I tried to regain my composure and rose to meet her. “You look so marvelous and sexy, my little sweetheart. Let us go, before they close the funeral parlor for supper.”

  It was a beautiful July late afternoon warm enough to keep the top down and keep her comfortable. I parked the large diesel at the main entrance of the funeral parlor. She remained in the car and I entered. When the door closed behind me, I noticed that the passersby would slow down looking at the car. ‘They are certainly intrigued by an American luxury car,’ I thought laughing, before I regained an appropriate composure to pay my respects to the family. After a brief talk with my two friends, I told Pierre, the youngest brother, to follow me to the car. We left together for the entrance. ‘Take a deep breath, my friend,’ I said opening the door. Pierre saw the pretty specie sitting in the front bench, but when I called her out to say hello, he froze on the spot, trying to catch his breath. She came to him for a hug. I figured that he would never let her go. ‘Good night Pierre,’ I said, opening the car door.”

  “We entered the Celestial, my favorite Chinese restaurant and I insisted on a table at the center of the restaurant. I walked my trophy through the tables purposely taking the long way to ours. The room became quiet and all eyes focused on the apparition. Many women began frowning at their companion to draw their attention. The Maître D, who followed religiously from behind, extended his hand to assist her sitting on the bench. Many women would have been intimidated by so much attention. Suzy for her part was taking it all in, as the most natural of situations. I was experiencing permanent arousal from exhibiting her. ‘This will be an interesting evening, if I do not wet my pants too early,’ I figured. While the dinner was progressing, she would at time sit back to offer herself in full view to a most discrete audience and then close in for a caress or a kiss. At one point, she took a bite of General Tao in her mouth and approaching for a kiss, she released it in my mouth. When we left the restaurant, I drove to Pitt and Castelreagh Sydney’s busy commercial street, where we walked hand in hand. I was proud to show her the city but even more delighted to show her to the city.”

  “The street was staging the best discotheques in Sydney. We came to Cantinero, Sydney’s top night spot. There was already a line up at the door. I pulled Suzy towards the doorman. ‘Jim is waiting for us, he wants to meet my Sheila,’ I said handing him a $10 dollar bill. ‘Please walk right in sir,’ and he took Suzy’s hand and brought it to his lips. We walked to the mezzanine bar, ‘Jim, I screamed, please meet Suzy.’ The burly young man pulled back his Kakadu Soaka Stroller and lifted Suzy in his arms, as if she was a feather. I saw them disappear on the crowded dance floor. I may as well order a drink, it may be a while I thought, ‘Bill! a double Lagavullin with one rock,”’ I called, shaking the bartender’s extended hand. ‘Should take a quadruple, if you will be waiting for Jim to emerge with this flower. If I was you, I would keep an eye on the back door to the office.’”

  “I settled on a barstool, letting the music carry me away in my thoughts. The scotch began to settle my stomach. This is not an easy situation to get used to. I could feel the long spell of agitation that had not left me, since I was captured by the bathroom door vision, a few hours earlier and that was refusing to attenuate. Yet, just the thought of her being abused by all these envious eyes, surrounding her on the dance floor, kept me at a high level of exhilaration, despite the fact that I could not see her.”

  Justine was completely captured by the story. “Am I annoying you?” Etienne enquired, underhandedly, masking a condescending smirk. “Please go on,” she begged, her eyes widened by surprise.

  “Suzy came back to the bar on her own steam. ‘Boy! does he ever dance,’ she said catching her breath. Let us get back to the hotel, it is getting late and we are both flying away in the morning. ‘And by the way,’ she added, ‘I have all intentions of making you pay for exposing me like this.’ We came in the room and I insisted that she kept her dress on. She proceeded undoing my belt. She pushed me on the bed and lifting her dress to her hips, she began a wild cavalcade over my crotch. She stopped occasionally to swallow back my penis alternating between her pussy, her mouth and her ass hole. She went on with the hell ride nonstop for what seemed like hours. Every so often, I felt the spasms of her pleasure, but she would not stop more than a few second, to resume the cavalcade. I felt that my staff had lost his vigor after a few ejaculations. It did not stop her for the least, she carried on her assault, until completely exhausted, she crumpled over me sound asleep.”

  “The alarm clock rang at six. She had to pull me to the shower. I could barely stand straight. The pain on my crotch was close to unbearable. The little bitch wore me out in more ways than one. It would take me a few days and a full bottle of Advil to recover. I kissed her and she left for the Bankstown Airport. This was our last encounter.”

  Etienne noticed Justine’s finger caressing her pussy. A few added strokes from a helping hand and the ‘Miaous’ confirmed her reaching bliss. They elected to remain in bed until morning. Etienne was surrendering to sleep, when he heard an hesitant voice “Do you like my ass?” He turned and placed both hands on her butt, “I cannot consider life without access to and abuse of the most exciting butt in the world.” She fell asleep boasting a smile of satisfaction.

  Hence Justine and Etienne continued exploring one another, in the most exciting environments, the world of fantasies. Day in and day out, they would explore new directions.

  Petra Tou Roumiou

  “We will ride our bikes to Governors Bay. For many months during the year, the beach is invaded by nude bathers, but in July, with little luck, we will be alone. Overlooking the beach, we will find a pleasant little hotel with a Cypriot mezze lunch of quality. A little further down the road, over the cliff, we will visit Soli, a well preserved Roman city.”

  They rode their bike on the highway at the speed limit of one hundred kilometers and arrived at the beach hotel in time for lunch. The owner was honored to offer a vegetarian mezze to his only guests on that day. Justine looked wonderful in her jean shorts and partly unbuttoned blouse. After lunch, they walked down the winding steep st
airs to the sandy beach. They undressed and slipped in the water. Etienne let her ride over his body and she quickly inserted his penis riding over him in the water, brushed by a light tide. “Am I riding as well as Suzy?” she enquired dumbfounded. “Justine please! I color my stories in order to get you excited, you should never worry, you are the love of my life, the prettiest, the sexiest, the most exciting. I thank God every day for having you. I love you!” he screamed over the waves as they took their pleasure.

  “Shit, I am stuck inside your pussy. We better roll back to the beach, so that our organs release their grip.” Neither complained about being locked into each other on the warm sand. They were still in a deep kiss, when Etienne felt that he had regained his freedom. After a well-deserved early afternoon nap, wrapped in the warm sand, they dressed and climbed back to their bike. Etienne mishandled the side holder and the bike fell on the ground. Justine was laughing at him, as she rushed to help lift the steel monster back up. They were on their way to Soli.

  Soli was the most important Roman city of North-Western Cyprus and the ruins cover a wide area with a low hill that supported the acropolis, covered nowadays by a modern village. The acropolis boasted a large theater that held up to 3,500 spectators. The most impressive feature of the site was the broad paved and colonnaded street that ran from east to west, across the city. There was also a temple dedicated to an unidentified deity, as well as a gymnasium and the ruin of a temple of Zeus. Statues of important Roman figures of the like of Emperor Trajan and Marcus Aurelius were erected at the site as well as special dedications to Nero and Augustus. The city had great economic importance in Roman Cyprus, attested to by the presence of a curator civitatis and a public records office.

  They walked along the main via astounded by the quality of the remaining structures and of the artifacts. They spent a long time exploring the senatorial villa adjacent to the theater. The villa covered an area of the size of an entire village. It had running water, bathrooms and spa. The entrance floor was a large mosaic of Achilles fighting Hector. “It is only three o clock, so let us visit Petra Tou Roumiou, before returning home. It is twenty kilometers on the highway to Limassol,” Etienne suggested.

  They left the highway, to enter the secondary road to destination, when Etienne noticed a low fuel alert on his dashboard. He signaled her to stop. She left her bike coming to him. “I should have filled my tank, when I took your bike to the pump in Nicosia. Just wait here, I will ride your bike to get fuel, the station is only ten kilometers away on the highway to Limassol. We are 250 meters above Petra Tou Roumiou, Take a walk down and I will return in no time.”

  Petra Tou Roumiou, Venus’s Rock, is a sea stack of rock formation. It is known in mythology as Venus’s birthplace. “The sea in this region is generally rough,” cautioned Etienne. “The legend goes that Gaia asked Cronus, one of her sons, to mutilate Uranus his father. Cronus cut off Uranus’s testicles and threw them into the sea. A white foam appeared from which a maiden arose, the waves first taking her to Kythera and then bringing her to the island. Venus joined the assembly of the gods. A local myth is that any person who swims around the Venus Rock will be blessed with eternal beauty.”

  Strange invasion

  Etienne was riding back with an extra tank of fuel. “The bastard overcharged me for this second hand plastic container.” He filled the tank of his bike and put the remaining fuel in hers. He discarded the container and began to walk down to the beach. He was halfway down, when he saw a black jeep climbing in his direction, He could not make out their faces, but saw two men waving past. He arrived at the pebbled beach and saw Justine sitting on a rock. When he approached, he could see tears running down her cheeks. He captured her face in his palm and began kissing the tears off her face.

  She posted a look of despair, but remained wordless. She kept crying, hugging his shoulders. “I was raped by two gorillas,” she murmured with a slight shiver.

  Etienne took her in his arms and carried her to a grassy patch. It took a long time for Justine to stop crying, while he held her in silence. She began to talk, “I was swimming in the quiet waters, when a jeep came down the road. Two men in battle dress walked toward me. At first they remained silent and suddenly they began a conversation in a strange language. I know it was not Greek. I thought that they were soldiers checking me for identity. Instead one of the burly gorillas picked me up and laid me in the back of the truck. The other pulled out a large penis surrounded by black hairs. The first man was pinning me to the truck while the other was forcing his huge apparel down my throat. They took turn, the second had a smaller weapon, but he was more violent. Then, they turned me over and the first man started foraging my ass with his finger.”

  “He pulled his shirt up revealing a chest fully covered by a bush of long black hair and let his pants down. The second man lifted me up, as if I was a feather, and placed me over the first who was lying on the ground. My face was buried in the hairy chest and they forced my body down, so that he could penetrate me with his member. The second man undressed and laid his body over mine. I felt his long thin rod carve a path inside my anus. I was numb, pressed between fear and pain. I was trapped between their two hairy bodies. I could barely take a breath. I forced my head to an opened armpit, to begin breathing again. They remained still for a moment, and then they began moving their bodies laterally, the first going to one side, while the second was moving to the other side. Caught in a vice, my ass was pulled one way and my chatte the other way. I think they came at the same time and promptly pulled away to dress. They zipped up and left me where you found me.”

  Etienne was totally dumfounded. “Are you feeling OK to get back or do you want me to call for a taxi?” “Let us rest a few minutes, then go for a swim. The water will do me good and I need to wash up,” she said hugging him. Etienne was surprised to find the sea unusually calm, there was barely a ripple. They walked hand in hand to the big rock and swam around to a large cave. They lay on a flat stone partly submerged and rested quietly, without a word. They left at sunset, on their way to the flat.

  A fantasy?

  After the first week in Cyprus, the lovers had adopted an interesting routine. Other than regular explorations of the island generous sites and out of the way beaches, they would spend most of their time in bed recuperating. They would go out occasionally to shop for food at Woolworth or enjoy a light dinner and a drink at the Occhio Terrace.

  Justine was studying the map to prepare an afternoon excursion to visit an ancient monastery in the rugged seashore of the Akamas peninsula. “This is the one, the monastery of Chrysouchou. They advertise a place of cult devoted to early Egyptian deities dating as far back as the tenth century before Christ. The place is populated by a few monks. It sounds like the real thing, promoting a large collection of artifacts from ancient times,” she yelled, displaying her excitement. Etienne was listening to her reporting from the bathroom, letting the warm water of the shower run over his shoulders. He came out toweling himself dry, to see her sitting on the floor in the corner of the bedroom sucking her thumb. He approached her and gently, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Her eyes were wandering away from his, avoiding his stare. He moved to her side and held her close in silence.

  After a few minutes of hesitation, she began to speak. “I did not tell you everything about the incident at Petra Tou Roumiou. When you came to me and you saw me crying, my tears were not caused by the fear and the pain of the assault.” She paused and went on. “I was crying of shame because, I took so much pleasure from this attack. After their departure and before you reached me, I had time to bring myself to an orgasm, while reliving the thrill of their invasion. I am still troubled, while I confess to you.” She brought her fingers from her pussy and spread her moisture over his lips and nostrils.

  “When they were pressing my body between theirs, filling my two orifices, I was enjoying the beastly smell from their chest and armpits and the harsh abrasive rubbing of their hairy bodies, scouring m
y skin. I know that I took my pleasure at the same time that they came into me.” The memory followed me on the return ride. I dreamt all night, that I was naked in an enclosure surrounded, pressed and rolling against the hairy bodies of faceless beasts. I was enjoying being a whore, responding to their desires.” Etienne was fixing deep into her eyes and could sense the turmoil moving inside her. “My dearest angel there is nothing wrong with your fantasies,” he began, not quite reassured that it could indeed be a fantasy. “They are part of your reality and it pleases me that you are sharing them with me. I feel so close to you that I partake in your sensations. I am for you, what you are for me. I would never restrain you from fulfilling your desires, even those hidden in the deepest part of your soul. I am thankful for your unconditional love and you can rest assure that you have mine.” He took her again close to his body in an embrace and pressed his lips on hers.

  “The more I see pleasures about me, so much more I feel torment within me.”

  Thomas Milton, Paradise Lost

  Akamas

  The motorcycles were in full flight, leaving the highway for the dirt road in the direction of Akamas. After a few kilometers, she slowed her bike to point to the road leading to the monastery. They dismounted in front of the gate. A sign on the door announced, in Greek and English, to the visitors, that men were welcomed, but women we forbidden to enter the walls. “I must have missed something, when I read about this place. You go ahead my love, I will wait for your return in the garden. You know that flowers are my favorite artifacts.”

  They parked their bikes at the garden entrance and Etienne knocked on the door. A monk of small stature, with the face of a child, emerged between the large doors. He looked suspiciously at Justine walking away toward the garden and removed the hood over his cassock. “I am brother Achilles at your service. Please walk in,” he said in perfect English, without the slightest accent.