Beyond The Reflection

[prometheus 2]

OOC: this is a closed thread between myself and Annabellee2003. Read along and enjoy our most novel fantasy.



IC: Randy rolled over in the bed and admired the most beautiful creature he had just made love with only minutes ago. As she stood in front of the mirror, flickering light from the two candles in the scones on each side of the mirror gave a sureal atmosphere that enhanced her natural beauty.

His body satiated by their lovemaking glowed with a sense of wellbeing and calm. He stretched, feeling his muscular body respond. At 24 he was at his peak. 6'1" tall 185 lbs. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body anywhere. He ran his hand through his long dark hair and across his handome face. He looked down at his flacid penis and low hanging balls, even in a relaxed state it was impresive, long and thick ready for the call to action when the occasion prsented itself. For the present, however he was content to let his dark eyes roam over his partners delightfull body as she primped in front of the mirror. Her body was just as perfect as his was.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

OCC - Delighted to be here. I hope to not be a bore. And any constructive critism would be greatly appreciated.



IC: She has a natural grace, before the mirror. Glancing beyond her reflection at Randy, Martha smiles at his ease and so-pleasant form. She still tingles from their most recent enchantment. She has the beauty of a by-gone age. A year older than Randy and a half-foot shorter. Rude long red, curly hair, so easily tangled. A heart shaped face and striking green eyes. Her lashes are naturally dark, her brows, a lighter shade of red. Her skin is devoid of the red-head curse of freckles, usually the silky white of pearl, now flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. She enjoys the contrasting colors of their skin when they are pressed together. She has heavy breasts for her frame, though high and proud. From her neck to her toes she is clean-shaven. Firm ass, lovely legs and she is very satisfied with her beauty and the reflective beauty of Randy. “We look so well together.” The smug phrase hangs in her head as peers back at herself in the glass. She notices a slight ripple, strange.

Her hand reaches out to touch the place of the ripple and her hand passes into the mirror. She pulls away quickly, fascinated and unable to keep from touching it again.

“Randy? Look at this…”

 

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Randy thinks, Martha get more beautiful every time he looks at her, maybe its the result of their perfectly timed releases that casts this extra glow he sees. It is particullyry noticable in her reflected image in the mirror. Its the light He surmises the way it flickers casting shadows.

"Randy? look at this...."

he hears her say and shivers seeing her pull her hand out of the mirror and the resuting ripple.

"Don't fret my darling he says quietly it's only an optical illusion. Come back to bed and we will make love twice as well as the last time, if that's possible."

But he is not so sure it certainly was a strange occurance.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

Martha barely hears his words, fascinated by the mirror.

She glances over her shoulder at him, shaking her head, not in negation at his suggestion, but in wonder. She reaches forward again, her hand and forearm passing through the reflection, the mirror undulating around her, like she has plunged her arm in a pool. A tingling sensation, impossible to describe envelops her hand, wrist and arm, impossible to resist, then she steps forward sinking into the mirror.

“RANDY!”

 

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Randy

"What the hell......." Randy shouts as he sees Martha being swallowed up by the mirror. He jumps out of bed and tries to grab her arm but to no avail as she has completely disappeared and all that Randy sees is his own reflection.

He looks around the room maybe it was just an illusion he thinks. He hopes other wise, this is just too damn weird. he ses nothing out of the ordinary the kingsized waterbed is empty the satin sheets awry, the pillows scattered. the bathroom door stands ajar and he can see it's empty, the whirlpool tub gurgling still full from last nights frolic. The half bottle of champayne on the dresser alongside of two empty glasses. He looked again at the mirror hoping to see Martha coming out of it like she had just gone in. No Martha, Only his reflection. Cautiously he reached for the mirror and watched his hand touch the hand that was in the mirror, his relected hand. "Oh
fuck!" he groaned as he felt it pull at him Oh fuck." "No! he screamed."He jerked his hand back He wasn't ready for this, he had to think.

He turned away trying to ignore the mirrored reflection that seemed to be beckoning to him. "Think, damnit." He told himself as he sat down on the bed. If some unknown force, some alien being had grabbed Martha could he even help did he even know that she'd be in the same place when he got there wherever that was. No it was way too risky maybe if he just waited she come back,.... sooner or later.... that was his only hope. Besides he thought surprised that he would even think such a strange thing Superbowl sunday day after tomorrow, he couldn't miss super bowl sunday.

He looked around the room again, the keys to his Porshe were on the nightstand along side of his fat money clip next to his little black book with the names of a dozen girls as perfect as Martha well almost. he was starting to make some sense now he thought> He wasn't ready to leave this world not just yet give it a couple of days then maybe h'd consider the mirror.

His stomach growled . he picked up the phone " Joe there,..... have the kid bring me over a pizza ...no a small one's enough...the usual....and a six pack of Corona.....yea room 2300....penthouse suite yea Joe the view is terrific up here yea Joe I got the whole floor. you know me joe I need lots of space. twenty minutes... no thats ok.... Joe put it on my tab ...thanks Joe.

Randy hung up the phone.... twenty minutes huh.... he walked over to the desk and sat down and typed www.literotica.com onto the keyboard in front of his computer monitor screen. He smiled as the familair logo came into view.

She'll be back he said as he started moving the mouse........

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

As Martha steps through, she feels a curious burning not unpleasant and feels her foot go down slightly before striking a hard surface. She steps fully out of the mirror and finds herself surrounded by a colourful mist. Cool refreshing, swirling mist. “MY GOD!” Her eyes widen as the mist vibrates with intensity against her firm body. She feels her nipples harden in the swirling dampness. Such a rush of erotic feeling striking her as she is enveloped in this misty dream. Her hand gropes behind her, instinctively reaching for a hold to steady herself against the pulsating carousal of waxing and waning colour. The mist has an accompaniment of sound, unidentifiable and complex, but pleasing. Martha staggers, and then steadies herself with a hand that has found the edge of the mirror. Turning – her mind clearing after the onslaught of the vividly coloured world she entered, she turns back to the mirror. Bending slightly toward the mirror, she finds she can see Randy and the bedroom as though looking through an opaque window. Martha sees Randy prowl around the bed, so disordered by their previous romp. Then he sits and grabs the phone. She leans closer watching Randy speaking into the telephone. He must have been scared when she disappeared. She wonders how he will explain her disappearance to the police. She giggles at the thought and thinks she should at least tell him not to worry. As she leans closer to step back in the room, she can hear what he is saying…

" Joe there... have the kid bring me over a pizza ...no a small one's enough...the usual.... and a six pack of Corona...yea room 2300.... penthouse suite yea Joe the view is terrific up here yea Joe I got the whole floor. You know me Joe I need lots of space. Twenty minutes... no that’s ok.... Joe put it on my tab ...thanks Joe.”

A fucking Pizza? Yeah, some worried.

He’s ordering a pizza. Martha felt her considerable ego deflate a bit, this draining sensation soon replaced by anger. What a dickhead. Hell with him. Let him wait.

She stands looking at him, separated now by the mirror and quite a considerable amount of pique. Fuming. Well, then she will explore without him. As she stands considering, she realizes she isn’t in any shape, being naked, to really explore. She spies her robe, an edge barely visible at the extreme edge of the mirror, her hand snakes in to grab the scarlet silk as she watches him sit before the computer. Asshole.

“SWISH” Randy hears the silk slither through the mirror and turns in time to see it disappear.

 

[prometheus 2]

Randy

I'm gazing at Manus latest naked ladies, when I hear a sound behind me near the mirror. I look around and see Martha's robe dissapear into the mirror just the same way she did.

"Holy shit, I exclaim is she still alive in there or is some alien stealing her robe as well". panic, picking up my keys and wallet and god forbid he get my little black book, and stuff them all in the desk drawer and lock it. Returning I find that Manu sure has some hotties this week better get my mouse going and enlarge these beauties.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha...

Martha turns away from the mirror, dons her robe and is once again encircled in the fiery light. She steps delicately forward, across the rough surface, squinting into the brilliance. Her chest feels heavy, her heart thudding and seeming to rise against her breast, she steps further into the shining cacophony of rainbow lights. Before her, around her, the colours coalesce and blaze brightly until they start to fade and retreat into a breathtaking landscape. She thinks it’s like stepping through a rainbow and seeing what is beyond the prism. She takes a deep breath; a slender hand rises to her collarbone pressing inward to urge her heart to slow.

Her eyes widen in delight as she moves into the scene before her. Her gaze saturated with kind yellow light from the setting sun before her. Large branches of the lavish trees turn the light into rays that the mist drifts through. To her left, the source of mist and mystical noise, a waterfall. Turning quickly, she sees the mirror – incongruous against a rock wall. She sees she is standing on a natural stone path, following it with her eyes, it curves downward and to the right, north, opposite the waterfall.

She looks up into the trees and watches as fabulous birds cavort in the branches, adding to the romantic noise of the waterfall.

Martha’s thoughts are rambling as she starts to follow the path – Where is this place? How could this happen? I haven’t used any drugs in years, you can’t count that snort of coke at that gallery opening, I really only pretended to snort it. (Martha is not the type to use drugs, her body is a temple that she worships daily.) It’s a dream. Has to be. As she walks her tender foot catches on a branch blown across the path, stumbling, and bending to rub her foot, she thinks, “if this is a dream, it’s pretty damn realistic”.

Randy is all but forgotten as she continues her descent along the path, her head turning to catch the colors and scenery, lush green ferns, tall trees, flowering plants, blending with the heady aroma of scented flowers and robust forest smells. Her eyes marvel at a fantastic spider web woven between two gnarled stumps, alive in the sun.

Moving more quickly, Martha is drawn toward the paths’ end that twists back – west - into the sunset. The beach she sees as the stone path ends, stretches wide and far, the sun sparkling on gentle waves. She pauses, standing at the point where stone meets sand, such a sight before her! The sky, vermillion, rose and dark blue, deep saturated colour above the golden hue of the sun, already sinking into the horizen.

Hidden eyes have watched this lithe figure flowing down the path, a bright slash of scarlet, orange and white in the sun-yellow and green mottled forest. These eyes follow Martha silently down toward the beach and a breathy gust of silent laughter disturbs the leaves.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

Martha seems paralyzed, captivated by nature’s glory. The last rays of the dying day caress her white skin making it glow with warm colour. Her mouth parts and her tongue gently glides over lips that now shine. As the sun slides into the sea to sleep until morning, she smiles softly and brings herself back with a mental shake of her head.

She had better see if others are about. She doesn’t really want to spend the night out here in the open and the alternative seems to be going back up that path in the dark. Some explorer – she snorts to herself. Should have brought a light, and shoes, that would have made sense. Damn Randy for pissing her off. She should have thought things through a little more.

Re-belting her robe more tightly, she steps onto the still warm sand and heads toward the water, to follow the shore, her reasoning - the path is well kept, obviously someone keeps it that way. Ergo, people somewhere.

The night is coming quickly. Martha isn’t afraid. She is so certain that no one would dare harm her. One would think she would know that such arrogance could be stupid.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

The Watcher

Martha is not alone. Although she sees no one, the incorporeal eyes have tracked her movement since her arrival into this world. Her eyes, so blinded by selfish regard, allow no glimpse of the denizens of this place.

He wonders if he should allow her to see him and in what form? Always fun to scare the pretentious and proud. But no. He watches the gloaming and waits for full night to fall. The time before the moon rises always excites him and whets his appetite. He feels so potent and full.

As he watches Martha move down the beach his lusty silent laughter again stirs the air around him.

Like a master puppeteer he begins to plan his evening carefully.

 

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Randy

Randys rapture is interupted by the door bell and he smiles realizing his pizza has arrived. When the delivery boy leaves he goes to the counter and finds a couple of plates, some silverware and cracks open a couple of beers, before he realizes he's eating alone tonite. His face falls as he remembers Martha is gone. He glances hopefully towards the mirror seeing nothing but his image looking sadly back at him. He nibbles indifferently at a slice of pizza. Sighing he drinks the first beer. Grabbing the other he lifts it toward the mirror

"Heres to you Martha whereever you are."

The second goes down easier and Randy is starting to get a buzz on. He moves toward the bed and sitting on it he reaches down on the floor and picks up Marthas black silk panties that she had slipped out of so provacatively this afternoon he lifts them to his face and greedily draws in her scent mmmmm god, he misses her He looks again to the mirror and getting up he takes a step towards it, grabbing another beer and drinking it on the way. He looks vainly in the mirror trying to see if he can see beyond his reflection. Only the dim backcground greets his gaze and he shakes his head in desperation.

" Shes gone. its too late I'll never find her."

Stumbling back towards the bed clutching Marthas panties, Randy tumbles into bed and curling up in a fetal position falls asleep....

 

[prometheus 2]

Randy

Randy stretched and yawned feeling his head throb he stumbled to the bathroom and threw back a couple of exedrin. "Jeses what time is it anyway?" he noticed Marthas panties still clutched in his hand and covered with his dried up cum. "Oh god!" he said throwing them in the hamper and heading for the shower.

Feeling better having showered,shaved and brushed his teeth he found some juice and added a shot of vodka began his day. Actually it was afternoon already as he had slept the morning away. He stepped out and picked up the morning paper scaning the headlines.

" Late night hiest of expensive automobiles at park view manor, Jesus that was his place not his porshe imposible!"

He called the garage "What's the deal, my car ok what' ya mean my cars gone, yeh I know probably parted out already I know how these guys work. my insurance? insurance! oh shit"

Randy threw down the phone picking up an overdue notice. "insurance canceled". damit he'd never replace that car The phone rang it was his agent for his modeling work . no I aint feeling worth a shit Mike is that magazien lay out still moving ahead? when can we start shooting pictures. what do you mean the deals off, too old my ass, shit mike I'm in perfect shape screw them find me something else whatd'ya mean mike, what about the movie contract thats off too oh shit when it rains it fuckin' pours. He fixed another drink might as well watch a brainless foot ball game maybe he'd make some money on this one Oakland was sure to win.

Two hours and four drinks later Randy is slumped over in front of the tv looking at a 8 by 11 glossy of Martha naked on a bearskin rug oh god Martha come back to me I need you now.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Phenamina

The raging egos and psychic sexual energies of Martha and Randy combined were the catalyst that caused the mirror to open for Martha. These energies have been felt throughout the other world. If Randy had not been so caught up in his own problems, he may have realized it could be a two way street. He may have seen the figure that came into his bedroom, once inside, becoming a swirling fog that quickly dissipated. He may have heard the nearly inaudible throaty laugh and felt the sly touch of an unearthly hand upon his brow as Phenamina learned all his secrets.

 

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Mordred

OOC: Named after King Arthurs illigitimate son, Mordred had evolved over a thousand years into something gastly and obcene, much to disgusting to even think about now as our tale continues. We will in time reveal to you just how repulsive a creature he is, as he reveals himself eventually to Martha, for it is he who has invited her here Beyond the Reflection. For now it is enough to know that he is able to change form and substance at any time that pleases him.

IC: He laughed , a barely audable laugh as he watched the beautiful Phenamina slip through the mirror reminding himself that he must reward her for her willingness to embark on this adventure with him. He knew all to well she would enjoy every bit of it as much as he and would reward him as well when their mission was accomlpished.

It was a rough job but someone had to do it he sighed . Though he had no one to answer to took it upon himself to from time to time teach these humans some humility and knock them off their egotistic, self absorbed, narccistic pedestals.

The perfect human male, he mused reaching into Marthas mind to feret out what she would consider the perfect male.

6' 1" tall a half foot taller than she. hmmm how about blonde hair curly short just covering the nape of his neck the color of spun gold Aquamarine eyes deep and mysterious as the ocen yet warm and inviting sparkling with good humor. A proud roman nose straight, flared nostrels, dimpled protruding chin high cheekbones. Skin as smooth as polished wood the color of burnised copper, hairless from neck to toes. 184 lbs. flawless rippling muscled chest and abdomen. long slender fingers, sinewy arms and legs hmmm perfect. His nature perfect too, quick to smile, to listen, attentive intuitive. His voice as sweet as any nighinggale yet deep and tenorous as thunder echoing from a canyon. Yes perfect, gentle, yet strong.

Mordred watched himself transform chuckling to himself as he gazed down at the area yet to be defined below his muscled stomach between his smooth thighs. He smiled perhaps just for fun he would let the woman, this Martha decide what she would desire here.

Out of the air he produced a snow white robe of virgin lambs wool and wrapped his perfect body in it. He was ready, she was ready. He watched her as she walked insolently down the beach looking out at the ocean. He caused the leaves to stir agin mingled with his subtle laughter and then as she looked around, he stepped out from the woods as if he hadn't seen her there and was going for a swim. He slowly made his way toward the waters edge.

 

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Randy

The phone ringing on the nightstand interupted Randys selfpitying thoughts. He flipped off the tv "Damn losers he grumbled, be damned if he was going to be a looser like the raiders."

He stumbled over to the phone and picked it "Susan!, yes good to hear your voice you're in town for the weekend. His mind raced through the names in his black book.... Susan blonde, big tits airline stewardess, blue eyes 5'5'' narrow hips tiny waist.loves to give blowjobs playfull, giggles a lot, multple climaxes wet and wild. Randys heart started pounding. "Sure come on by, twenty minutes, great, love you." Randy blew an air kiss into the phone and heard her giggle.

"Well, Randy you old devil you." he told himself as he headed for the shower "Looks like your luck is about to change."

He put a pot of strong coffee on, and soon was scrubbing himself vigorously in a cold shower. Ten minutes later he was shaving and dabing a little old spice on his face brushing his teeth and combing his dark hair. A little visine in hs bloodshot eyes a breath mint and he was ready. He slipped into a white silk robe and tidied up a bit getting rid of the cold pizza, pushing Marthas clothes under the bed and straightening up the counters and tables.

A quick look around and he saw everything in place. He glanced in the mirror "What if Martha decided to come back... maybe if he draped a blanket over the mirror.. oh hell, he mutterd if she decided to come back it might do her good, to see him in the arms of another woman, make her feel bad about leaving him.

A bit of the bubbly on ice and he was ready,
his mind wandering to Susan, the blonde with the most delicious breasts.....

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Susan-Phenamina

Susan rushes from the cab that has brought her from her apartment to Randy’s and up to the door, barely giving the doorman time to swing it open. “I’m expected” she flings over her shoulder to the doorman as she heads for the elevator – he shakes his head, recognizing Susan as a friend of Mr. Randy’s. His grizzled brow creases knowing that Ms. Martha is visiting too. Jimmy smiled tightly – ‘Well, you son-of-a-bitch – I’ll be damned if I warn ya on the intercom. Shouldn’t have been so dam cheap at Christmas…’

Susan taps her foot impatiently as she waits for the elevator to ascend to the top of the building. She wishes her building were as classy. She smoothes her tight sweater, and adjusts the slit in her skirt to show more leg – and bursts out of the elevator as it opens almost running to his door, ringing the bell.

Before it is opened, Susan is covered in mist – choking her, blinding her – and the Susan Randy knows is pushed down, down below Phenamina’s dominance. Susan’s body becomes taller, lusher; her blues eyes deepen in colour to the dark blue/gray of storm clouds. Her lips fuller, mouth curved in such a wanton smile, her hips broaden stretching the skirt tight across her ass – so quick is the metamorphosis, she is ready for Randy when the door opens.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

She could have sworn she heard a laugh against the waves. She stops and turns back toward the path and sees a man emerge from the dark shadows into the twilight of the beach. She walks toward him, a smile of welcome on her face. Happy to have found someone in this world…

And what a someone… As she draws closer in the rapidly fading dusk, she is impressed by the fine contour of his form wrapped in a white robe. Tall, his face a study in classic perfection – his blond hair curling over a noble brow, his smile of open delight. Wide shoulders and thin hips, muscular legs. His skin dark against the white of the robe. ‘Jesus’ she thinks, ‘He’s beautiful’.

Standing before him, she thinks that this place just keeps getting better and better. Her eyes travel down his long torso – lusty thoughts heat her, warm her and she feels her nipples harden against the thin silk of her robe adding stimulation that travels straight to her pussy. Before she censors her thoughts she finds herself mentally removing his robe and imagines the length and girth of his cock – large, thick, meaty. Much larger than Randy and he was no slouch in the penis department. She shakes off the image, chagrined, and looks up into his eyes.

“Hello, I’m Martha. Do you live here?”

She has the uncanny sensation he can feel her heat and hear her thoughts, and her eyes drop again to his covered groin. She senses a stirring and watches in bemused fascination as the outline of his cock appears beneath his robe. Dragging her eyes again to his face, her heart thuds heavily in her chest as she waits for him to speak.

 

[prometheus 2]

Mordred as Adam

hmmmmm perfect just perfect Mordred muses as he feels Marthas desireous thoughts develop his genitalia. She will be pleasantly surprised when she discovers that they are exactly as she had envisioned.

He stands for a moment feeling the heat generated by her thoughts radiate from her body, wanting to let his robe drop from his body to increase her heat feel it suround his body. But no he must have patience, this one is even more delectable than the last and he wants to enjoy every part of this experience before the mirror closes and the adventure is over.

Feinting surprise he looks up

"Oh, Sorry Martha , he says softly Didn't see you there. Is the water here warm? safe for swimming ? I just arrived this morning, don't know a soul I'm staying in that little beach house just around the bend."

The questions of course are rhetorical only meant to put her at ease, disarm her he watches her body relax. Pointing down the beach he sees her eyes widen as the beach house appears just beyond the trees where she had come from. "Over there near the waterfall, he continues, Oh I didn't mean to startle you Martha.... he steps a few steps closer his eyes on hers. My names Adam This is a marvelous place isn't it's almost too perfect.

"Adam... Mordred thought, what a stoke of genius you devil you, first man, every man, perfect man... Adam.

"Where are you staying? my beach house has everything you wouldn't believe it." he lowered his voice and his mind reached out and surounded her urging her towards him.

"Come, I'll show you." reaching his hand out to her drawing her to him.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

Caught by eyes her mouth opens in astonishment. He is gorgeous. - Martha’s thoughts are in a jumble as she listens to his questions that confuse her even more –

"Oh, Sorry Martha”, he says softly. “Didn't see you there. Is the water here warm? Safe for swimming? I just arrived this morning, don't know a soul. I'm staying in that little beach house just around the bend."

She can’t even begin to speak when he goes on –

"Where are you staying? My beach house has everything, you wouldn't believe it!" he lowered his voice and his mind reached out and surrounded her urging her towards him.

Martha is mute, staring at him. She closes her mouth with a snap and can only shake her head at his barrage of questions. He has questions? What about her? How would she know?

His voice is well modulated and deep, steeped in a faint European accent. ‘A panty wetting voice if I have ever heard one’ she thinks giddily.

He continues –

"Come, I'll show you."

The questions that rise to her lips are stilled for the moment as she watches her hand reach out to take his, and he draws her toward the beach house.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Phenamina as Susan

Phenamina brushes past Randy as soon as he opens the door. She sniffs in disdain as she catches the scent of Old Spice and hides her scorn at his attire. He answers the door in blue silk boxers, his bare chest displayed proudly. ‘Human males’ she snorts to herself ‘utterly tasteless and so bloody sure of themselves’.

Moving to the hallway leading to the bedroom she he shuts the door quickly and she hears him follow her. ‘He is so sure of this Susan’ she muses ‘wouldn’t I love to see him tied and buggered – forever wiping that smug look off his face’.

She turns and sweetly smiles at Randy as he enters the bedroom.

“You’ve got bubbly!” she gushes; unable to keep from saying the ridiculous word he used for the cheap champagne she spies on the dresser. Using more strength than she would have thought she needed to resist the impulse to break the bottle over his head.

“Be a darling – pour me some?" she wheedled.

As he smiles and says, “Hi Susan, Long time no see”, she directs a thought to him, one word – LUST. As it reaches his brain, she sees him stumble, rattling the glasses on the dresser and she notes with satisfaction how his hands shake as he reaches for the bottle.

She can barely contain her laughter as she makes him clumsy opening the champagne, letting the cork fly into a picture of himself – a publicity still, no doubt, hanging on the wall beside the mirror. The glass shatters and the picture thumps down to the floor.

“Jesus Christ.” she hears him curse his aim. She can read him quite clearly – how stupid he feels at the blunder. Her mirth is almost bubbling over! Delicious malicious delight at his perplexed expression.

She’d better rein it in a little. That was a little too close to the glass. A more hellish fate she couldn’t think of - being trapped in this world with these cretins.

Her eyes dance merrily thinking ‘But Wait… There’s more!’ as she clears her throat to say “Randy, I have missed you so, no one has ever fucked me like you. I was devastated when you took up with Martha. I miss sucking your cock and feeling you stuff my ass so full with it.”

His head snaps up at her words and she sees his prominent boner pooching his shorts comically, his hands unsteady as he pours the champagne. ‘Whoops’ another thought directed at him. He continues looking at her, she can see him process her words, feeding his ego, as he pours the champagne directly on his erection, missing the glass entirely. He doesn’t notice until his boxers are quite soaked.

She can’t help it, and her rich laugh rings out. And she laughs harder when the pooching of his boxers is reduced to pup tent, then deflated balloon. ‘My Goodness’ she chortles to herself…’I am going to have such fun!’

She recovers and sprints into the bathroom, returning with a towel to sponge him off, like a good little girl in such awe of a manly man.

 

[prometheus 2]

Mordred-Adam

Hhmmmmm she has questions? Mordred musess, soon enough they will be answered but for now his words will still her mind and the scenery will pleasantly distract her.

As they approach the beach house it beomes a quaint little cottage, the sandy beach leads to a narrow path surrounded by flower gardens quiet pools rippling streamlets, small furry animals frolic in the grass and birds flock around fountains with statues of naked cherubs spouting water from their delicate penises. Marble Ruben style goddesses abound in naked repose. Rainbows their misty colors spread the sweet aroma of lilac, lavender, jasmine, honeysuckle ...every one distinct but intermingling only in the sense that they compliment each other. trees their shady follage form archways that lead in different directions one towards a waterfall that provides the background music for this symphonic landscape.

Adma leads Martha to a marble bench a lambswool blanket the color of new milk adorns it. "Sit here he says, his voice soft yet commanding. This way", he adds as he straddles one end of the bench so we can see each others eyes.

Martha complys and finds it quite pleasant in fact to face him stradling the bench like she were astride a horse, the bareness of he thighs against the warm lambs wool arousing, causing her to catch her breath.

"Is this the fantasy that you invisioned? he asks, I know it is for me."

He reaches over to a small table that appears alongside of the bench and takes one of two gobblets containing an effervescent rose colored liquid, placing it in her waiting hand.

"To fantasies, Martha he says as he raises the other gobblet to his lips. May they come alive for both of us."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Martha

Martha is enchanted. She watches in fascination as the beach house is transformed before her eyes. The moon appears low and orange in the sky as they come up the path and lights the cottage and surrounding area, bathing it in subdued gold. The quaint windows of the cottage shine brightly.

As she slowly looks around, individual impressions sink in. The rivulets and eddies of water in the pools and fountains lend musical magic and she watches birds – ‘birds at night?’ and small creatures caper in the soft light. The perfume of the gardens is heady and seductive. She looks at Adam and her heart skitters and misses a beat. This is her dream!

"Sit here. This way - so we can see each others eyes.” She sees him straddle the bench, a glimpse of his thighs and huge cock peeking out of his robe as he sits.

His eyes – they catch her and hold her. The wool of the bench chafes her gently as she straddles the bench.

"Is this the fantasy that you envisioned? I know it is for me."

A table appears by the bench with two crystal glasses filled with rose coloured nectar.

"To fantasies, Martha. May they come alive for both of us."

’He’s fucking me with words.’ Martha thinks, as she becomes aware of the moisture gathering between her legs. Her nipples are hot buds straining against her robe and a rush of arousal floods her body – causing a flush. She tips her glass and drinks deeply.

Her mind is rushing and filled with the sights and magical manifestations of this place in the mirror and she decides to abandon her trepidations and go with it. Her questions fade with each fevered beat of her heart and she admits–

“Its every fantasy I have ever had, Adam.” She answers smiling a smile of gratification.

 

[prometheus 2]

Randy

What the Hell Randy is thinking trying to keep control of the situation but finding it almost impossible. He wasn't drunk, the cold shower and two cups of black coffe before she arrived had straightened him out. He was stumbling about like some deadbeat wino. Another thing he couldn't figure out was why he was so damn horney all of a sudden. Usually he had control over his arousal priding himselt in the fact that he could get most women hot and wild before he even got started. He liked playing the waiting game teasing taunting,letting the passion simmer like a latent volcano until the moment was perfect.

And what was with this Susan? He remembered that she wasn't one to keep her feelings to herself yet she sure was coming on strong. Randy felt a little uneasy not being quite ready for this.

As she returned fromm the bathroom wet towel in her hands he caught his breath what the hell he thought this might be interesting let her call the shots he'd just lay back and enjoy it. He was sure once she got going he'd be able to function the way he needed to. If he just relaxed and went along for the ride. And what a ride it was going to be, he smirked starting with that wonderful blow job he remembered she could give. She bends over him dabing at his damp shorts he clears his throat and says trying to disguise his embarrasment. "Maybe you should just take them off sugar and work on what's underneath instead.

 

[prometheus 2]

Adam

He sees her flush and feels her heat seeping from her pulsing portal. Rising on the warm evening air it greets his nostrels carrying with it her delectable scent. He breaths deeply feeling his shaft begin to grow. His eyes go to her robe and he watches smiling softly as the knot slowly unties itself and her robe begins to open. She is oblivious of what is happening as she is staring intently at him and then he realizes that his robe has opened also. Of course he realizes it is what she is wishing for.

"It is quite warm this evening is it not" he whispers for all is stillness and silence around them. The robes continue to slide from their bodies until they lay soft around them on the bench.

"You are perfect, Martha, just as I had fantasized
Your breasts are like warm soft doves
fluttering wanting to take flight.
Your flawless alabaster skins aglows
like a lanturn in the night."

The moon is now high in the sky, full and vibrant tugging against their gravity, creating a feeling of weightlessness. Adam continues to caress her body with his words.

"Your green eyes like
the many stars at night
guide lonely sailors
to foreign shores delights."

Your coppery mane like that of an energetic filly bounces lightly across the hills of your softly slopping shoulders and between the valley below your sweet neck.
If I were a sculptor my fingers would create in clay the curves and lines I see with my eyes tracing the rounded curves of eah delightfull breast circling each taut and tender nipple testing their hardness and texture."

Adam sees her shudder and smiling watches her eyes glaze over and her her mouth begin a silent moan.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Philamina as Susan.

Susan’s face smiles up at Randy as she dabs the towel against his withered dick. His words fan the fire of Phenamena’s resolve to humiliate him –

"Maybe you should just take them off sugar and work on what's underneath instead.” Ugh. And that disgusting ‘kissy’ sound. That’s really suave.

Dropping the towel, her mind says “Shrink”.

“Ohhh Randy, I’d love to!” Pulling down his shorts, she bends her carnivorous mouth towards his shrunken penis. Pulling him in, easily with his diminished size. Her tongue flicks around the head, lightly teasing. Her hands massage his balls.

Phenamina applies herself freely and wantonly to his cock. Then smiles to herself as it remains stubbornly flaccid. After 15 minutes of her professional cocksucking she pulls back, and says –

“Randy honey, this just doesn’t seem to be doing it for you.”

She sees him look down at himself. His eyes widen at the sight of his smaller cock. It seems almost to have aged if that is possible.

“I got an idea!” She looks around the room, spying a tie he’s left hanging on the bedroom door. Grabbing that and leading him to the bed she tells him

“Now, you let Susan take care of you big boy. I can cure what ails ya.” She fashions the tie tightly around his eyes. “Now lay down honey, let Susan be good to you.”

Phenamina sits on the bed kicks off her shoes and removes Susan’s thigh highs. Using a stocking she takes his wrist and ties it tightly to the bedpost, she moves around the other side of the bed, stopping to grab something from underneath. As she ties the other wrist, she jerks the stocking hard, pinching his wrist rudely. When he opens his mouth to protest – she jams Martha’s panties into his mouth. And with a movement faster than he can react to – she wraps and cinches Susan’s belt around his mouth, gagging him.

“Susan is going to take such fine care of you Randy.”