Libations

by Penelope L'Amoreaux

  Libations

  Penelope L’Amoreaux

  Copyright 2013 Penelope L’Amoreaux

  All rights reserved.

  Cover Image Copyright 2013, EladeManu used under a Creative Commons Attriution License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

  Table of Contents

  Brewing Desire

  Coarse Grind

  Full Bodied

  About The Author

  Connect with Penelope L’Amoreaux

  Brewing Desire

  The noise of the fair around her was muted as Shana stared at the sign hanging outside of the old, small circus-styled tent: Fortune Teller. According the smaller sign hanging below it, Lady Vin could read crystal balls and tarot cards, palms and tea leaves.

  Shana had a hard time believing anyone could be skilled in one method of reading a fortune, much less four methods of it. A hoax, then. Another carnival worker making a living on dirty dollar bills in city after city. And yet Shana was having a good day. The sun was out and she had always been too curious, wanting to try each and every new experience.

  Well, except one, she thought, but then quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. She might not believe in fortune telling, but she did believe in a laugh. Maybe Lady Vin could produce that.

  Stepping through a canvas flap into the dark tent, Shana smelled burning incense and the musk of old cloth. The interior was decorated in a standard gypsy-theme: cheap and colorful. Dark red organza curtains looped through the low-hanging ceiling of the tent, twisting and hanging down the sides. Large purple velvet pillows were tossed around the floor, gold tassels hanging from the corners.

  Moving in further, Shana’s fingers touched the organza. It was worn and dirty, the normal shine and luster gone from age and wear. When she bent to look at the pillows, she realized they were shabby, holes worn into the velvet. Any “magic” in this place was an illusion long gone.

  I shouldn’t have come here. The possibility of a good time seemed as worn as the decor. She turned to leave. Curiosity had led her into the tent.

  “You’ve come for a reading?” A woman’s smoky voice called from behind Shana. The tent had been empty just a second ago. Probably some parlor trick.

  It was too late to turn back. Shana felt tingles of excitement. Real or fake, she was in it for the experience and she couldn’t back out now. Shana turned toward the voice.

  Lady Vin was stunning. Tall and curvaceous like an Amazon. Her long black hair fell in heavy curls to the dip in her waist. Her skin was a rich cocoa. She was dressed in full costume--gold hoop earrings and countless bangles, a scarlet red cropped peasant top and, sitting low on her hips, a long brown skirt. She wore a belt of golden coins around her waist that made tiny clinking sounds as she gracefully stepped toward Shana.

  Shana stood, speechless. The place was cheap and cliché, and so was the outfit, but the woman exuded a confidence and power that made Shana feel small and, if she was honest, a bit turned on. Surprising, as Shana hadn’t experienced any erotic feelings for a woman before.

  You haven’t experienced much erotic feeling at all, have you? Doubt seeped into her mind. She shut it down--she was just impressed by the woman’s beauty, that was it. And more than a little intimidated by it.

  “You want your fortune, yes?” The smoky voice was rich with an exotic and hard-to-place accent. Eastern European if Shana had to guess, and genuine, lacking the theatrical exaggerations that would be expected of a normal carnival soothsayer.

  “Er...yes?”

  “Good.” The word rolled off of Lady Vin’s tongue like a promise. Again Shana considered leaving, but her body refused to move. She just watched, mesmerized, as Lady Vin took a sign saying “Away” and hung it outside of the tent. The fortune teller then snapped shut the flap. It was only snaps, but as each one caught and held between Lady Vin’s long and nimble fingers, Shana felt a claustrophobic tightening of her chest as if she were being closed and locked inside a box.

  The gypsy woman then moved past Shana again, to the back of the tent, and procured a small table.

  “Sit.” Lady Vin’s dark brown eyes indicated to a large pillow.” Shana went and sat, smoothing her sweaty palms on her jeans. Looking at Lady Vin, Shana felt her nipples tighten, though she wasn’t sure if it was from lust or fear. For a carnie, Lady Vin excelled at making her clients feel out of their league. She was good at the part, for sure.

  Vin placed the small table in front of Shana. She moved to the back and came back with a medium-sized chest, ornately decorated but with fraying leather, next to the table across from Shana. The chest looked old and used like everything else, but it did not look cheap; this was somebody’s heirloom.

  Lady Vin sat cross-legged across the low table from Shana. “How would you like?”

  Shana felt her forehead wrinkle. What?

  Vin just smiled, her teeth white and slightly crooked. “How would you like your fortune? I have crystal ball, cards, palms, tea--”

  “Tea, please.”

  Vin’s smile became larger and more genuine. Shana found herself mesmerized by Vin’s dark red lips.

  “Tea is good choice. I am best with tea.”

  Lady Vin reached over and opened the chest. Shana couldn’t see into it. Her curiosity grew--the chest must hold the tricks of the fortune teller. She wondered if it would be like those awkward séances she had seen on tv, with wired lights sputtering and barely-visible strings moving the red organza in an attempt to make Shana believe.

  Vin pulled from the chest a small silver teapot, two ornate silver tea cups, and a smaller wooden box. One by one she set the items on the table.

  Shana watched in wonder as Vin opened the small wooden box and scooped from it dark, dried tea leaves. The leaves went into the silver pot. The designs in the silver seemed almost Middle Eastern in nature. If Lady Vin was really Eastern European, she might have brought such items from the Silk Road. Then again, maybe the “Lady” was just a very good show woman who knew how to sell an audience.

  “The tea is steeping. While it prepares, what are you hoping to get from this reading?”

  Aha. This is clever, Shana thought. She would tell Vin about her troubles or her hopes, and then Vin could create an elaborate and tailored “future” that would make Shana feel hopeful or awed, when it was really just some psychology 101 reading.

  Fine, I’ll play her game. I’ll tell the truth. Let her spin something hopeful out of that.

  “I’m twenty six and I’m a virgin. It isn’t that I haven’t had opportunities, it is just that the men have never been, I don’t know...right? I want to know if I’ll ever find pleasure, I guess.”

  Vin’s face remained impassive. Of course, this woman probably heard tales of woe from all fifty states, but she wondered if she had ever heard of a twenty-six year old virgin. In modern times, Shana felt as if she might be the contemporary version of a spinster.

  She waited for it, the laughter that usually came when she admitted her secret. Instead, she just got, “You need tea.”

  Tea. Yeah, right.

  But Lady Vin said nothing more. Instead she lifted the pot and poured dark amber liquid into both cups. Shana enjoyed the way Lady Vin’s arms showed sinewy muscle as she went about her tea ceremony, yet moved with a feminine grace that most girls would kill to have.

  Vin handed a cup to Shana.

  It was warm to the touch, steam dancing off of the top of the tea. How had she heated the water? It was impossible to believe that Lady Vin kept hot water in a teapot in perpetuity, waiting on her next customer. Yet there it was, hot tea in her hands.

  “Drink all of it but the leaves. Those stay on bottom of cup.”

  Shana did as she was told, sipping slowly to savor the bitterness. The tea was bla
ck and strong. It reminded her of the tea her mother used to drink, but perhaps even more bitter. Most people would not like the bitter, cutting it with cream and sugar. Shana indulged in it, relishing the feeling of warmth as she swallowed.

  As she drank, Shana almost smiled. She found herself daring Lady Vin to tell her what her friends had been telling her all along--just go get laid. Virginity had become a giant yoke she carried around, yet Shana found it difficult to discard it.

  Lady Vin sat and drank as well, her eyes never leaving Shana. Shana was uncomfortable with the attention.

  “Do you ever read your own fortune?”

  “Never.”

  “Why not? It seems like you could be rich, famous if you knew your own future.”

  “Possibly.” Vin’s elegant eyebrows raised ever so slightly. “Everyone thinks this. They think ‘if you can tell future, why are you so poor? Why not use skill if you truly have?’ They think I am fake. But it is not for me to know. Maybe I am rich and famous. Maybe I am full of cancer or dead. It is not for me to know.”

  Shana had no response. She had, in fact, been thinking that clearly a woman was fake if she couldn’t use her skill to create a better future. She couldn’t think too much about it, though, because soon her tea was gone and only bitter leaves remained.

  “Give me your cup.”

  Shana handed it across the table. Lady Vin’s pale fingers wrapped around and she peered intently inside. Feeling a bit bolder with the warmth of the tea in her, Shana grabbed Vin’s cup and looked in the same way. She just saw tea leaves floating in the bottom. Vin had not finished her tea.

  “It is not for me to know,” the fortune teller reiterated. “For you, though. Are you ready to hear your future?”

  Shana set down the cup and shrugged.

  “Why the hell not?”

  Lady Vin quickly cleared the table instead of answering immediately. Everything went back into the chest. Then she removed another box, larger than the one holding tea, and set it on the ground. Shana was having a hard time believing so much could fit in the chest. She also wondered why another box was needed for freaking tea readings.

  The gypsy looked at her. “I think your virginity is filling you up, taking up the space of pleasure. You need to empty yourself of virginity, then all the pleasure of world is yours.”

  Inside, Shana felt a small twinge of disappointment. The ceremony had been neat and she was curious about the trick with the hot water, but it boiled down to the same thing: Lady Vin had told her what she expected: Just have sex.

  Shana began to stand. “Thanks a lot, lady. Just go love someone, huh? Let them into my pants and I’ll feel better? I would have done that a long time ago if I could. This was a waste of time.”

  Lady Vin’s hand slammed onto the small table, whack!

  “Sit down.” It was a command and Shana obeyed, surprised.

  “I said nothing of love. I said find someone to empty you of virginity. For five dollars I read your tea leaves and give you fortune. For more, I can empty you of troubles. Do you want?”

  Time stood still a moment. This was not what Shana had anticipated. What did Lady Vin mean, she could empty her? It sounded as if Vin was proposing to take her virginity.

  Shana was desperate to part with her V card, it was true. She had just never considered a woman for the job. She’d let Vin do her show, but it made her nervous and a little scared to think that this was the moment. She didn’t want Vin to know she was scared, so she tried to keep up her bravado.

  “Fine. Empty me, whatever that means.”

  At this, the lady’s smile grew but felt...almost sinister to Shana.

  “From this point on, you do not speak. You must trust me.”

  Shana wasn’t sure she did trust the fortune teller, but whatever. “Sure.”

  Vin stood and pointed at the table.

  “Lay over table.”

  Weirded out, Shana draped her body over the hard, low table. Quickly Vin’s hands appeared in front of her, leather restraints fastening her wrists to the legs.

  “What the hell!?”

  Shana tried to pull up, but the restraints and table held. The same table she had seen Vin carry with ease now felt as if it was bolted to the floor.

  A hard slap on her ass brought her to attention. Lady Vin stood behind her, palm raised in silent threat.

  “No speaking.”

  “You’ve tied me to a table!”

  Smack! Shana’s ass burned from the fortune teller’s slap.

  “You must trust. Now, silence.”

  Tears in her eyes, Shana said nothing. Part of her silence though, was born of some shame. After Vin had spanked her, Shana had felt a rush of liquid in her panties--for the first time in forever, she felt truly turned on. The knowledge made her cheeks red.

  Lady Vin walked around in front of Shana and stripped. The red top went over her head, revealing tiny breasts with beautiful brown nipples. Her skirt fell to the floor, leaving Vin in nothing but a black thong and her gold-coined belt.

  The gypsy knelt in front of Shana and opened the box she had pulled from the chest. Out came a murky looking jar, a small leather object shaped like a cigar, a harness, and...

  Shana’s eyes grew large. The final object Lady Vin placed in front of her was an enormous dildo, bound in red leather. It was much larger than what her friends had described when telling her about their adventures in the bedroom.

  Shana moaned in fear. This was not what she had signed on for. She had been curious, sure, and even a little desperate for an answer. You know what they saw about curiosity and the cat, her thoughts whispered. Yeah, she answered herself, but the cat didn’t end up splayed over a table and reamed with a dildo.

  And yet there was a spark in her that started in her belly. It coursed through her as she looked at Vin’s objects and her body began to light up. Pressed against the table, Shana’s nipples tightened. Her skin crawled, eager to be touched, getting goose bumps in anticipation. Her panties were soaked. She couldn’t remember her pussy ever being so wet.

  Lady Vin put the harness on her hips while Shana writhed on the table and moaned. Vin’s capable hands slid the gigantic dildo into place. She looked magnificent, an Amazon, a goddess with her long unbound hair covering pert breasts and that red protrusion pointed gloriously towards Shana.

  “Last time. Just nod yes or no. Do you trust me to help you?” There was a hint of amusement in Vin’s voice, a challenge.

  On her knees, tied to a table, Shana felt more vulnerable than she had in her life. No one would know this happened. She could finally be free of her virginity. She hadn’t known until now how much it shamed her to still have never known a man. Or, now, a woman.

  She nodded.

  Lady Vin tore a piece of her brown skirt and stuffed it into Shana’s mouth, tying it tightly behind her head. Thus gagged, Shana was completely at Vin’s mercy.

  She watched those hands collect the items and then Lady Vin disappeared from view. Shana could hear the gypsy behind her.

  It was silent and the anticipation was almost unbearable. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she felt a hand on her lower back.

  “Do not move,” came Vin’s husky command.

  A moment later something metal and cold slid under the waist of Vin’s jeans. There was movement, and then a cutting sound. The fortune teller was cutting off Shana’s pants, in a small tent in the middle of a fair! Shana started to protest but her voice was muffled by the gag.

  SMACK. The sound of Vin’s spank was in Shana’s ears as she immediately ceased protesting, nursing the stinging sensation.

  In minutes the remains of her jeans were pulled from her. Her thighs were exposed and cold in the air.

  The metal came again and cut off Shana’s panties. They were tugged away.

  Shana’s arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh. She had never been so terrified and vulnerable, and she had never been so turned on.

  A noise came from behind--a lid b
eing unscrewed. That would be the musty jar, she realized. Then she felt a finger, thin and gentle, stroking her crack. It drifted down to her lips, swirling in the juices. Shana groaned and tried to drive her hips to the finger. The finger was having none of that, dancing away, only to touch her again. It brushed Shana’s swollen clit and caused her to buck, crying out. Her body was a tense string, ready to be plucked.

  Oh God, why didn’t I try this sooner?

  The finger was gone, leaving Shana. She wanted that finger back, or a tongue, or--she didn’t have time to wonder anymore, the finger was back, this time at her asshole. It stroked Shana’s tight hole, coating it in some kind of grease.

  “Relax.”

  Whoa, whoa, whoa. Vin was supposed to be taking her virginity. So why was a finger coated in lube gently rubbing her anus? Shana tried to protest, but the gag didn’t let her.

  The finger gently pushed into her. She felt herself stretching around it. Her instinct was to tighten up, to not let the finger in. But Vin was insistent. The finger finally pushed through, stroking her, pushing more of the lube into her ass.

  Shana moaned into the gag, rubbing her breasts as much as she could against the chest she was strapped to. She wanted Vin in her pussy but this...Shana had never imagined that this kind of sexual encounter could feel so amazing.

  Slowly, Shana tried to move back into the moment as the finger moved gently in and out of her asshole. Now she relished the finger, the sensations of it pushing in and then pulling out of her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax a little more.

  More pressure as a second finger joined the first. Shana moaned into her gag. The two fingers stretched and filled her. She heard Lady Vin’s husky chuckle behind her. A third finger. Shana’s breath caught.

  Her ass was stretched to the point of almost being painful, but the grease and slow speed of the fortune teller’s fingers slowly stroked pleasure into the process. Shana tried to squeeze her legs together to ease the arousal in her swollen clit. As she did this, the three fingers disappeared from her ass, leaving her feeling wanting.