The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  Similar foreplay was occupying their evenings, between piano concerts and conversation. In front of the fireplace, one evening, they joined their creativity in a fantasy, where she would be the dish for an evening dinner with the poker group. Justine was sitting on the floor her back to the chair. Her thighs were wide apart and her long legs were reaching her neck. She began caressing herself and Etienne encouraging her. “Tell me that you like to show your ass, tell me that you are caressing yourself to get the boys excited, tell me that you are my whore and show your ass in the window.”

  Justine by then had pearls of sweat running down her face. “Tell me master that you only make love to sluts like me,” the rest of the elocution resembled the chant of a cat in heat.

  A new experiment

  Etienne was on all fours naked on the bed. The camera was filming Justine’s reflection in the mirror. She wore a leather belt, under her belly button protruded a long rubber penis in full erection. There was a hidden section inside her pussy to secure a firm hold. She was aiming the weapon at Etienne’s exposed anus. She wet her hand inside her pussy and lubricated the anus. “You are my bitch tonight,” she yelled at him drooling from excitement. She began forcing entry into his anus and in no time she was taking a first climax. She recovered and continued her aggression shouting obscenities, “Bitch! Slut! Now you know what it is to take it in the ass.” Etienne’s anus was hovering between pain and very slight excitement. He could notice that his penis was hanging helplessly between his thighs, soft as Jell-O. She took her pleasure many times, excited by her aggression that she saw reflected in the mirror.

  This new fantasy had begun a few weeks before. On his way back from work, Etienne stopped at the Crown Plaza. Sitting at the bar, he spotted a businessman sipping a tall drink.

  “The gentleman must be from North Africa and he is quite a looker. My Justine would not mind a little action, with a toy of this complexion.” He asked the bartender to offer the stranger a repeat. The man turned toward Etienne to thank him. “Samir,” he said with a handshake. They had an interesting conversation about the state of business in Australia, over a few drinks. Etienne offered to have him at the house for dinner. “I will be pleased to join you,” replied Samir.

  “Justine, I would like you to meet my new friend Samir,” he shouted from the entrance. Justine was busy working on her triptych. She came down two flights with a paintbrush in her mouth.

  After the introduction, Etienne settled with Samir in the living room, while Justine was cleaning up and changing. She came down the stairs wearing her powder blue djabella. She made a few belly dance moves toward Samir and extended her hand, exposing her semi nakedness. Etienne took notice of Samir’s polite response. “He does not appear unduly excited by the presentation,” he wondered.

  After a copious dinner and a bottle of wine, the gentlemen were sipping a cognac in front of the fire. Justine came from the kitchen and sat on Etienne’s lap. She began a foreplay exhibition, to entice Samir into action. Etienne saw Samir observing the scene, but his reaction was unusual, under the circumstances. He was showing embarrassment. Justine left for the bathroom. “Samir,” wondered Etienne, “you do not find Justine appealing?” Justine was emerging from the steps to hear Samir.

  “I am truly sorry Etienne and I appreciate your invitation. It is certainly my fault, but I misunderstood your offer at the bar. I thought that you were a brother interested, in having it with me. I find Justine ecstatic, but I cannot make love to a woman.” Etienne was lost for words, when Justine interrupted. “Etienne you have to be nice to our guest. Take your clothes off,” Justine was drizzling of excitement. “Your turn Samir.” It took him a few seconds to compute and he removed his clothing.

  “Etienne, place your penis in his mouth.” She was so excited that could only mumble the words. Samir began sucking at Etienne. Justine helped him to climb on the couch. “Etienne take him in the ass.” Etienne had never been that close to a man. He found the anus unusually elastic, taking all of him with ease. He could feel Samir reach a high level of excitement and his penis released on the couch before Justine could make a move, so busy taking her pleasure. Etienne replaced Samir on the couch. With Etienne on all fours, she slipped under his crotch. Before she took Etienne’s penis in her mouth, she ordered Samir to take him the ass. Etienne was surprised that Samir could penetrate him with such ease. He released over Justine’s face and mouth. In her excitement, the poor soul had Samir's sperm in her hair, while her face and her mouth were dealing with Etienne’s.

  The following afternoon, Etienne decided to skip work and surprise Justine for a love session. He stepped in the house quietly, thinking that she was upstairs painting. He heard voiced coming from the television downstairs. He tiptoed down to find Justine captured by a video. Three men were making love in all positions. Two fair haired fellows were taking advantage of the young man of darker complexion. She ran to him, “I thought our Samir fantasy so fascinating that I could not get enough.”

  The Triptych

  “This evening, the school will be announcing the winner of the painting competition. You have not seen my work. I was inspired to paint a triptych of an ancient history scene. I took many pictures of myself and used them to draw my heroin and subjects. I do not know my chances of winning, there are so many talented people in my class. In the end all I hope, is that you will like it.”

  The dean came forward and asked his assistant to bring out the three selections of the jury. They brought three large painting frames covered with brown paper. They unwrapped a first painting, “This is our third selection.” Justine was near chocking. Unwrapping the next selection, the dean said, this is our second choice and for the winner. Justine began breathing again. She had tears in her eyes, when she stepped up to the platform to fetch her prize.

  Etienne was astounded at the beauty of the large triptych. He was invaded by a curious feeling of déjà vu imprinted in his memory many thousands years earlier. Justine was stretching languorously on a lounging chair. She was naked, her eyes glowing with the satisfaction from the reflection of her exquisite body on the small silver mirror. Her hand was pressing gently on the neck of a large black dog. She had her eyes closed taking in the caress of the music played by her three servants. The slow beat of the drum, the enchanting notes of the cithara and the haunting whispers of the flute appeared to resound from the tips of her toes and flow up her body, rippling with pleasure at the thought of her lover’s imminent arrival.

  “I love this body so much,” Etienne was looking at the triptych exposing four uniquely appealing yet identical half naked goddesses on the wall in front of the bed. His hands were caressing Justine’s body. He took her in an embrace and they melted into each other. From the clouds Horus was watching, his mouth foaming of anger.

  All the way

  They were lying in front of the fireplace cuddling and preparing their foreplay. They were lost in their thoughts, anticipating an evening of renewed pleasure.

  On that Thursday evening, before the poker game, the phone rang. “Etienne this is Paul, I would need you to come over with Tim, before the poker game. I am rearranging the office and refurnishing the conference room. If you come at 19h00, we should be back for poker by 20h00.”

  Justine was playing a waltz. Etienne came from behind and bit her neck. “I am going to help Paul at the office. We should be back in time for the poker game. Justine made him googoo eyes. Do you think I should skip dinner as usual and feed during the game?” Etienne laughed at her and left.

  Justine was in the shower when the doorbell rang. She wrapped a towel and ran down the steps. “David! she exclaimed, please come in”.

  “I guess I am a little early,” he answered, hesitating at the door. At the same time that she pulled him inside, she remembered that David was neglected at the last poker game while the other boys had benefited from her full services. She dragged him to the living room and pushed him on the sofa. She dropped her towel challenging him with her n
akedness. She spinned over his crotch, her ass brushing his face as she opened his zipper. She turned and kneeled between his legs, to engulf the half sleeping penis. She sucked and licked and bit until in full erection, he jerked in her mouth. All that time, David looked frozen with astonishment at what was happening. Justine stood and went to the kitchen sink to spit out his semen. When she came back, David had not moved an inch, his flag pole still pointing to the sky. She had memories of Darius, her Egyptian fiancée of long ago, flashing through her mind. Darius was so well endowed that his penis would never rest, always begging for more to her delight. David saw Justine back at work on his organ with renewed vigor. He came again, in no time, giving her a second mouthful. When she stood this time, the pole had started a respectful decline. She returned upstairs to finish her shower, leaving the old boy in a state of bliss.

  Etienne and the boys returned a little later. They found David a little pale and unusually silent.

  Tim began dealing. Justine appeared wearing her dog collar with the leash between her teeth. Four cans of beer lifted in approval. She took her usual position at Etienne’s legs. He passed the first hand and began fondling her butt. She began licking his calf and opened his pants to retrieve his penis. As the game progressed, each player contributed a load of sperm to nourish the willing bitch. David was going to pass his treat, but he decided otherwise, to avoid giving embarrassing explanations. When the happy customers were on their way to leave the premises, they feared for a moment that David was going to faint. “Too many beers tonight David,” said Paul when he left.

  “Etienne I love it so much when you treat me like your whore, when you corroborate my fantasies of infidelity. I love your insults and your whippings. I think at times that your words are enough to bring me to bliss. Please insult me, tell me I am your slut, your whore, your bitch. Tell me that I disgust you, but that you cannot live without fucking me.”

  Etienne became inflamed at the game. “You are my sex slave. Go show your ass in the window. Tell me that you like to show your ass to the boys. Justine you are a swine, you are my dirty sow, he repeated to her delight. You make me think of shit and dirt.” Justine was rubbing on his side.

  Justine woke up in the early afternoon to find out that Etienne was up before her. She was all smiles, when she captured the delightful smell of pancakes. She sat up deep in thoughts, awaiting breakfast. She was thinking of the last evening, when she demonstrated to her lover a significant testimony of unquestionable submission to his will, or was it his will? The thought made her feel so good. She could not think of a better person to expose her soul in full vulnerability. Etienne would never abuse her and he responded to all her wishes, even the most depraved. Their bounding was getting stronger with every passing day, they never seem to have enough of each other to the point of becoming reclusive. When she was annoyed by some of his action, he kept reminding her, “Life can take different directions twisted by fate, we must remember to take full advantage of each instant of our relationship.”

  Chapter 13 - The vengeance of Horus

  Mamie Hélène’s departure

  Justine received a call from France that Mamie Hélène, her grandmother, was taken ill. “You know Etienne, she is ninety two years old. I have to go. It may be my last chance to see her alive.” Etienne could not leave on such short notice. “Go ahead, I will follow you as soon as possible.”

  Etienne took her to the airport. “Please hug Mamie very tight and tell her that my heart will follow hers. Do not forget that I have checked in with your luggage the Australian saddle that you are offering your Brassac friend, Maurice. Kiss my dear Catherine warmly for me and tell her that I will be feeling her loss in my soul and transmit my regards and affection to all.”

  Justine arrived in Bergerac just in time. She had a brief conversation with Mamie Hélène, who was so weak that she could only whisper. After a few hours, she came to and smiled at Justine. She found the words to tell her favorite grandchild the story of the little angel, a premature gift from the love of her life, who is waiting for her with her cherished life companion. Mamie died in her arms the next morning.

  “We will be having the service tomorrow. There is no point for you to come at this time of the year. I will be in Canberra Monday. I love you and I miss you already,” she said to Etienne over the phone.

  The Gifts

  Maurice, the neighbor of Justine’s family bastides in Brassac, was driving home after work. He was holding in his hand the handwritten note he had received from Justine a day earlier.

  Dear Maurice,

  I have returned from Australia to share a few moments with my grandmother Hélène who was living her last hours on this earth. Following the funeral, I will visit Brassac and I look forward to see you. I will reward our friendship with a special present from Australia.

  Justine

  All day long, Maurice kept reading the note, again and again bringing the flimsy paper to his nose to capture Justine’s scent. Maurice had dreamed of Justine since he met her a few years earlier upon her arrival in Brassac in the company of her grandparents when they acquired the old Bastides next door. Conquering his shyness, he would invite himself for a cup of coffee on each of Justine’s visit to Brassac. Justine found him pleasant and accepted him as her friend. When she told him of her love for Etienne, he was devastated yet he found the strength to hide his disappointment, while he postponed his dream of conquering her heart. Today somehow his heart was telling him that she would be his to love very soon.

  Maurice’s grandmother, shortly after the premature death of her husband, was ensorcelled by Horus to become the perpetrator of his evil deeds. She became the witch of Brassac and thereafter spent most of her life in the secrecy of the numerous caves found in the hills over the village where, with a few adepts, she would spread Horus’s curses.

  As Maurice arrived at the house, the old witch was standing in the kitchen. She offered him a tall glass. “Drink, it will refresh you.” Maurice lifted the glass and drank the contents in one swig. He extended his arm asking for a second glass. Before he could say a word, he plunged over the dining table unconscious. The witch laid Maurice, on his back, over the table. She proceeded to undress her grandson. She lit a candle and placed it on the table to his side. She removed a vial from a closet and placed it next to the candle. She left for a moment and came back with a silver tray containing a ring and a gold chain with a black and white falcon head amulet and an old manuscript.

  She lit the candle and turning it over to her grandson, she let the wax drip from his neck to his male organ in a straight line. She allowed enough time for the wax to harden on his body. She took the vial and opening his lips, she poured a few drops into his mouth. She dropped the rest of the liquid over the wax trail on his body. She raised the manuscript and began to read.

  Outside the window, the afternoon sky had turned suddenly to the blackness of a stormy night. Horus separated the dark clouds and his finger released a powerful bolt of lightning pointing to the field below the house and setting the old oak tree on fire. The deafening blast of thunder accompanied the old witch’s reading of the incantations. A trail of fire rose from the wax over her grandson’s limp body, to extinguish after a few seconds. As if by magic, the fire left no trace on Maurice. He remained lying peacefully as the sun returned to emblaze the room. The old witch replaced his pants and proceeded to awaken him.

  Maurice came to in a trance. She sat him and began to talk. “Maurice you are given the powers to finally conquer the one you desire for so long. Justine will be coming to you very soon. You will offer her the ring and the gold chain, a testimony of your friendship. Very soon afterward, she will return and you will be given to take possession of her.”

  Maurice was awakened by his father, coming back from the field. “What an inferno this afternoon, some thunder but no rain, I am glad you could make it back early.” Maurice was recovering his spirits, wondering how he fell asleep. He saw the ring and the gold chain in his hand
. He went and stored the jewels in his room cabinet.

  The afternoon following the funeral Justine drove to Brassac to see Maurice. She found him a little strange and ill at ease when she hugged him. She brought him to the car and handed him the saddle. They returned to the house and he ran to his room. He came back holding a box. “Please accept these gifts in return. They are family jewels that I am honored to let you have.” Justine opened the box to find a gold ring inserted with lapis lazuli and a gold chain holding a black and white falcon head. “Please take them, he insisted.” She took him in an embrace. “You know that I love you like a brother, dear Maurice. I am glad to accept your gift and if you allow me, I will wear the chain proudly, but I will give this large ring to Etienne.” She shivered at a sudden cold draft. Horus observed the scene through the clouds boasting a malicious smile.

  Justine left for Canberra.

  Epilogue

  “Love is the meeting of two bodies who share the same soul.”

  - Aristotle

  The malediction

  Etienne was helping Justine unpack. “Maurice gave me these pieces of family jewelry.” She placed the gold chain around her neck. “Try the Ring,” she said.

  “It fits perfectly,” said Etienne slipping it in his finger. “By the look of them, these things must come from Egypt,” he said.

  The next morning they made love in the media room. Justine ran up the stairs with Etienne in pursuit. She did not feel the gold chain break and release the falcon head on the step behind her. Etienne came running up after her, when his foot caught the jewel. He could not prevent his fall backward. His head hit the floor with a loud bang. Justine heard the noise and called. “Etienne!” She did not hear an answer and ran down in a panic. Tears burst out from her eyes, when she saw him immobile. She tried to move him but to no avail. Her eyes were drawn transfixed on Etienne’s finger. The ring was glowing incandescent, the gold was igniting the lapis lazuli. She felt the ethereal cry from the ages gone, thousands of years before, when she had lain helpless, the victim of Horus’s anger.