by Carl East
"Yes…I wanted to talk with Azamond, who has now gone on a walkabout to discover how much has changed," she replied.
"And?" said Stephen, knowing there was more.
"I tried one of his spells," she confessed.
"Good for you," replied Stephen, surprising her.
She sat up and looked into his eyes.
"You don't mind," she said.
"No, I don't mind, did you enjoy it?" he asked.
"Yes, immensely," she replied.
With that they held each other for a long while, knowing what love they felt for one another, and no matter what happened in the days to follow, they would always have each other.
Chapter 5
Janet and Stephen sat holding each other; both were staring at the mirror. The mirror had been found in an old antique store, and held a secret that had not been discovered for hundreds of years - the secret being Azamond the sorcerer, the creator of the mirror, who had been rescued by activating an old spell he himself had left in the mirror. Janet and Stephen had seen the inscription on the bottom of the mirror, and when they had spoken the words, they had been imprisoned within the mirror it’s self. It was while there, that they discovered what the mirror was capable of, the sexual fulfillment of anyone, who found them selves imprisoned.
Janet walked over to the mirror, and began to look more closely at the engraving around the edges. The mirror's frame had had a lot of work put into it, for the design was very intricate.
"Do you want to go in?" asked Stephen.
"Yes and no, on the one hand I would like to experience the joy of what happened to me earlier, but on the other, I am worried that it will change me in some way," she replied.
"You will only change if you want to change, and I will be there to make sure you are safe," said Stephen, placing his arm around her for reassurance.
They both entered the mirror, having spoken the words at the base, and then Stephen picked up one of the spell books they had discovered on their first visit. He wanted to experience something new, so he carefully scanned the pages, looking for anything that might stand out. Having been written in Latin it took some time before he eventually found something that looked interesting.
"Does that word mean spoil?" he said, pointing it out to Janet.
"Yes, I think it does," she replied.
Stephen had no idea what was about to appear, but thought it warranted investigation. The word in question was spoliare, but as this could conjure up just about anything to do with eroticism, Stephen had been intrigued.
"Spoliare," said Stephen.
There in front of him was a beautiful naked woman, with auburn hair, long legs, and breasts that held themselves proudly, with erect nipples, and in front of her was a bath half filled with warm water.
"Oh yes, this could be fun," he said, taking his clothes off.
Stepping into the water activated the start of the spell, for this gorgeous female came forward, and before he could sit down, she was pouring a scented soapy liquid over his back, and then rubbing it into his skin. When she had covered most of his body, she stood in the bath with him, and then continued with both hands to lather his chest up. He suddenly found another pair of hands doing his back, and upon turning his head he found it was Janet, who was also naked. With Janet rubbing the soap onto his butt, and the auburn haired beauty moving down to his cock, he had already got an erection.
His cock felt hard as she started to swap one hand with the other and then felt one of Janet's hands coming around to cub his balls. This felt good he thought, as they continued, and then scooping up some soap from his chest, he applied it to the woman's breasts and with both hands and started to wash and massage her bust. Janet was now pressing her own breasts onto his back, the soap making her slip and slide all over. Once or twice he nearly came, but each time he got close, the auburn beauty would stop rubbing his cock and concentrate on his chest. After a while this was driving him crazy, so he decided to turn his back on her and let Janet continue. Knowing what he wanted Janet started to rub his hardened cock with both her soapy hands, and then he felt the auburn beauty reaching around to do the same. He now had two pairs of hands both rubbing his engorged cock. He couldn't take it anymore, his sperm shot out the end landing on Janet's leg, and his knees felt like they were going to give way as the second load hit the end. The two girls didn’t stop until he was completely spent, and then the spell ended and the bath was gone.
"You have got to try that!" he said, leaning over to kiss her neck.
"I think I will," she replied, saying the word.
Another bath appeared, along with a bronzed six foot male, whose large cock could be seen dangling between his legs. Janet stood in the bath, again activating the start of the spell. He moved over to pour the soap onto her body. Stephen got into the bath and copied what Janet had done to him. The other guy was now running his hands up and over her nipples making them erect, and then coming down to her pussy he pushed forward with his hand rubbing harder than before. Janet grabbed his cock, sliding it from one hand to the other, he became erect, his large cock standing proud, but he carried on bathing her. She started to moan as Stephen also placed his hand between her legs, but from the other side. Then leaving one hand to wash between her legs, Stephen placed the other onto her bust, the extra attention making her moan more loudly.
"Fuck me in the ass," said Janet, suddenly, staring intently at the cock in her hands.
Stephen placed his now regenerated and erect cock up against her butt, and after finding the hole with his finger he guided it in. Once he knew the end was starting to enter, he pushed, the soap helping to make the entrance easy. Janet cried out loud, telling him to fuck her hard. The spell was still activated at this point, so the soap filled hand was still rubbing against her pussy. Stephen picked up the pace making her cry out that she was on the verge and not to stop. Stephen had to bend his knees, in order to get a good penetration, the tightness making him want to cum again, for he had never fucked her ass before. She started to climax the combination of hand and cock making the moment a very pleasant one. Her pussy was so wet when Stephen placed one hand between her legs, his cock jerked as he too started to cum. Then the spell came to an end, with the man and bath disappearing; Stephen then pulled his now limp cock out.
"I see what you mean, I really enjoyed that," she said, getting dressed.
Soon they were sitting on the floor, with Janet showing Stephen what Azamond had given them as a reward. Stephen was understandably impressed, knowing that they had a fortune here. They discussed their plans, and then decided to check the spell books out from cover to cover both finding some very interesting spells that would have to be tried out, sooner or later. But that would be another story.
Chapter 6
Janet had gone back into the mirror, her thoughts of lust being the driving force behind this visit, but she was shocked to find Azamond the sorcerer, who'd been shot. She rushed to his aid, but was assured by Azamond that everything would be all right. In fact, while she watched over him she could visibly see his wound healing itself.
"How do you do that?" she asked.
"It's a simple heal spell, one that most good sorcerers need to learn," he replied, as if this was an everyday event.
"How did this happen?" said Janet.
Azamond went on to explain that he was checking out this new world, when he witnessed a gun battle on the streets of one of our large and impressive cities. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Janet suggested that he lie down, and rest and that she would make something to eat. Once she had vacated the mirror, she put some soup on the ring of her cooker and heated it up. She started to remember how the mirror came to be in their possession. Stephen and Janet had found it in an antique store, and discovered upon reading the writing at the base, (which was in Latin) that the person or persons reading it were transported into the room that Azamond now lay in. At first they had assumed they were prisoners, but discovered that
when read backwards, the words on the base of the mirror had freed Azamond, who in turn freed them.
Getting the bowl of soup back into the mirror, she found that Azamond was now completely recovered. But he ate the soup, thanking Janet for taking the time, and then he started to tell her how the mirror came about.
It all started when the king requested a place for complete and utter privacy, a place where only he had access. Feeling challenged I started work on a spell that could achieve his every desire, and before long I had come up with the perfect one. When I tested it out myself, I discovered how good it could be in here. So, whenever the king was indisposed within the mirror, I would work on the spell that would link me to it. The king wanted more and more ways to entertain himself within the mirror, so I had to come up with a varied amount of spells to quench his lust. This of course was not a bad thing, for I too learnt to enjoy the pleasures of the mirror.
Janet looked through one of the spell books, and then turned to Azamond.
"Can you translate some of these words for us, we can only recognize about half of them," she said.
"You have fallen under the mirrors spell, haven't you," said Azamond.
Janet looked sheepishly at him before answering.
"Yes…it has given me experiences that I had never thought possible," she replied.
"Then may I suggest you try this spell," he replied, pointing to a single word.
The word was, 'placere,' which Azamond told her meant pleasure.
"I will leave you for a while, so have fun," he said, disappearing.
Janet spoke the word out loud, and was suddenly surrounded with four naked men; her thoughts racing back to the experience she'd had with just two. She stood in the middle looking them up and down knowing that as soon as she touched one of them they would come to life and service her, in ways that are hard to describe. She reached out running her hand over the chest of just one of these Adonis like males. They came to life, all reaching for her clothes, and starting to strip her bare, their hands touching bare skin as the clothes were discarded. She let herself be laid down, and then watched as the four bronzed men started to run their hands over all the right places. Her nipples hardened as they were visited time and time again, by probing fingers.
Her pussy tingled with anticipation, the juices flowing freely as the first of many fingers passed between her lips. With them all kneeling over her, she could feel their hardened cocks pressing against her body. She looked down and reached for one, feeling how stiff it was to touch, and rubbing her hand over its length. Then she felt another brush her face, turning her eyes she confronted a large one near enough to reach with her mouth. Opening wide, she encircled his gorgeous shaft, he pushed forward brushing by her lips, she engulfed his member, wanting to feel the hardness around her mouth. Then she felt one at her pussy, and moaned with the pleasure it was giving her, his cock going deep upon entry, and then rhythmically starting to move in and out.
She could feel the cock in her hand rocking back and forth, while the man sucking her nipple into his mouth was also stimulating her clitoris with a single finger, as she was being made love to. The emotions that were running through her body brought on the first of many orgasms. She was in a state of bliss, a moment in time that could or would never be repeated. Then she felt the cock that she was holding start to jerk, his cum shooting up and over her breasts, she pumped him dry, feeling the pounding in her pussy more intensely. She came again, sucking in the cock with a passion she had rarely known, her clitoris was on fire as both the finger, and the cock imbedded itself inside her. Her multi-orgasms making her feel light headed, and then the rock hard cock in her mouth started to jerk, she could sense his sperm travelling up the shaft. Her tongue, was prepared as his seed hit the end, shooting a mass of cream into her mouth, she swallowed lustfully.
Her nipples started to feel sore, as the one servicing them became over enthusiastic, pulling and biting the ends making them harder than they had ever been. The cock in her mouth started to deflate, making her want to get it back to full strength. Then, she felt ejaculation in her pussy, as her lover started to explode deep inside her, could she ever live without these experiences? Her thoughts were suddenly of Stephen her boyfriend, but soon coming back to the lover who was now being replaced by the one who used his finger. Her mouth had by now succeeded in reawakening the cock that was placed in it, his shaft once again moving back and forth slowly, almost fucking her mouth. The cock that had entered her pussy felt thicker than the one before, because he seemed to be stretching her more.
Her orgasms no longer had a beginning or an end they seemed to be constant. Her juices were making her feel damp on the soft bed. Then her new lover started to cum, mixing his cum with the other, her body felt used as they picked her up placing her on yet another hard cock, and then feeling one more pushing into her anal passage. Her screams were louder than ever as they all started to cum in and over her body. Her mouth full and leaking great gobs of sperm, as she felt them let go and vanish. She collapsed onto the bed, her tears of joy after experiencing such an overwhelming moment of bliss, running down her face.
After ten more minutes of rest, she got off the bed, and redressed, and then she called out Azamond's name, and he appeared before her.
"I have never known anything so wonderful," she said.
"I know…it's marvelous isn't it?" he replied.
They talked for a while, and then Janet decided that she needed a rest, so saying her goodbye's she left. As she got into her own bed, she couldn't help but think of her experience, wondering what would happen next.
Chapter 7
Janet brought the coffee into the lounge, placing it on the small round coffee table in front of her guest. Asking if she wanted cream and sugar, and being told yes to both, she stirred them in and handed her ex-tutor the cup. Miss Appleby had been invited over by phone; they had become close friends when Janet was at college.
"So, what have you been up to, for the past three months?" asked Miss Appleby.
"Oh, not much, we just found that mirror you've been admiring," she replied, pointing to the mirror in question.
"Yes, I noticed it straight away, it looks Gothic, but there's a hint of Italian in the design, where did you find it?" she asked, still looking.
"We found it in an antique store, but there is more to that mirror than meets the eye, if you read the inscription on the bottom, you will get a big surprise," said Janet.
Miss Appleby rose from her chair and walked over to the mirror, but before she could say anything, Janet told her not to speak the words out loud just yet. Then when Janet stood next to her, she told her they should read the words together.
"Perpetualis aetas-atis cessare," they both said.
They suddenly found themselves in a small room; Miss Appleby looked around, and was alarmed to see she was on the other side of the mirror.
"What happened?" she said, looking frightened.
"Calm down, we can get out whenever we want to. This is the surprise I was telling you about," explained Janet.
Janet then went on to say, how she had wanted to share this secret with a friend, but didn't know how they would react. Then she explained the mirrors purpose, to which Miss Appleby was intrigued, and more than a little curious.
The mirror was a place of pleasures, where anything goes, Janet and Stephen had discovered its true purpose some time ago. They were also responsible for setting Azamond the sorcerer free, he was the creator who fashioned the mirror for the king he served. The mirror held spell books that were full of erotic magic, a single word or two from one of these books could change the way you viewed sex forever. Miss Appleby, leafed through one of the books, and was able to read every single word.
"Without saying the words, can you translate some of them for me?" Janet asked.
"Yes of course, which ones don't you recognize?" she replied.
Janet had brought a notebook with her, so that her tutor could write them down, which, if
she was honest was the real reason she had invited Miss Appleby over.