by Carl East
"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 mirror’s 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 the 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 in 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 traveling 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 was 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 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 mirror’s 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.
"The main words I have been having trouble with are halfway through the book."
Janet located the pages she couldn't read, and then handed the book back. After about half an hour, Miss Appleby had translated the spells Janet had asked for.
"Are you going to show me this so called magic?" she asked, skeptically.
"I'm not sure you’re ready for how intense these spells can be," replied Janet.
"I'm a grown woman Janet I think I can handle anything that might happen,” she said.
"Ok, so tell me honestly, have you got any sexual fantasies?" asked Janet.
Miss Appleby started to redden, her head bowing slightly.
"Well, I have got one, but it's embarrassing," she replied.
"What is it?" Janet said, wondering what it would be.
"I've always fantasized about being gang raped, not hurt you understand, just taken against my will," she confessed.
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," said Janet, smiling.
Janet looked at the book, and then spotted the words she was looking for.
"Say those words," she said, pointing to them.
"Multi-Rapere," said Miss Appleby.
Four naked, fully erect men suddenly surrounded her. Until now she hadn't truly believed Janet's story of the spells, but now her emotions were those of horror and lust, as she stood looking these men up and down. Janet informed her that she could at any time stop them, by saying the words again, and to start them off she only had to touch one. Miss Appleby stared at their cocks, wanting to reach out and touch them, but an inner voice said no.
"If you have any doubts, just say the words, and end this," said Janet, not totally convinced she knew what she really wanted.
Miss Appleby reached out a hand touching the biggest cock she'd ever seen, suddenly they all grabbed her, and then her clothes were starting to tear as she was forced onto the bed. Their hands making short work of her clothing, her nakedness giving her a thrill she had never experienced before. She felt the cock she had held, pushing its way into her pussy, her moans drowned out by the cock forcing its way into her mouth. Her breasts were being manhandled, which made her nipples rock hard. Janet sat on the only chair in the room, and pulling her panties down she started to rub her own pussy, the scene in front of her being better than any porno.
The man in Miss Appleby's mouth started to push deeper, making her gag, and she tried to take more down her throat, his rhythm matching the one fucking her. Her first orgasm came; an overwhelming feeling of pure lust took over as she relaxed further, which in turn allowed for more penetration of her throat. She then felt his seed hit deep within her mouth, and swallowed as quick as she could, it felt like he would never stop, as his cum spurted out the end. He was quickly replaced by another, and then her pussy started to fill up with cum from her assailant, but she loved every part of this treatment, her own juices mixing with his.
Janet too was writhing with pleasure, her own juices making her thighs wet, as she watched this erotic seen of debauchery. Her ex-tutor was now being turned over and entered from below, as another cock eased its way into her ass, and then another in her mouth, all her orifices being entered, while the forth male continued to play with her breasts. Her screams of more were lost in the moans that were coming from every one in the room. Janet's orgasms had now reached a point where she had to stop, just to get a breather. The bodies in front of Janet were almost covering Miss Appleby, their movement a blur as they serviced her.
"Aha.... YES...Ah...YES," said the voice buried beneath the mass of bodies.
Her sweat ran down her face as the cock in her mouth started to cum, swallowing all of it, in a way that any onlooker might believe was professional. She had by now; lost count of the amount of times she had climaxed, and was just going with the flow. Janet placed her hand onto her own pussy again, feeling like she was going to cum once more. Then all the men withdrew their cocks, and started to cum over Appleby's body. She reached out in an attempt to get the cock back into her mouth, but his cum hit her face, making her lick the side of her mouth as it ran down. Then they were gone, and she was dressed once more, as if nothing had happened.
"WOW! That was incredible," she said, looking at Janet pulling her panties back up.
"I know…its mind blowing isn't it?" replied Janet.
They sat and talked for hours after that, with Janet telling her what she had done in the mirror so far and how it was changing her views about sex. Miss Appleby couldn't believe that she felt no after effects such as soreness. But she did say that she would like to try out something else, at a later date. Janet just said, sure, and left it at that, they then left the mirror, with Janet showing her out. She then went to bed, wondering if every day was going to be this much fun.
Chapter 8
Stephen was in the mirror, talking to Azamond; he'd gone in to try out another spell, while Janet went down to the shops.
"I wanted to ask you if it was possible to have our own mirrors?" said Stephen.
"It could be done, but it takes such a long time that I don't wish to waste," replied Azamond, making it sound final.
"Ah well, it was just a thought," said a disappointed Stephen.
"But you are always welcome to use mine, incidentally, is that why you came in?" asked Azamond.
"Yes, I must confess it was," replied Stephen.
"In that case I'll make myself scarce, and see you later," said Azamond, suddenly disappearing.
Stephen wasted no time, as he reached for a spell book, and started to leaf through it. He wanted something different, something he hadn't tried before, and soon he found the very thing. The words in question were 'Imaginatio-ons,' which meant imagination, he spoke them out loud. The most delightful set of identical twins appeared before him, surprisingly fully dressed. He looked them up and down, not touching them yet. They were dressed in the skimpiest looking outfits he'd ever seen, clinging to just the right places, but not revealing anything. He ran his hand through the nearest one’s hair, making them both come to life. They immediately got to either side of him, and then started to run their hands over his body, deliberately avoiding his hard cock.