Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “ More,’ she screamed. ‘Fill me up. Fuck me with your fingers. Do it!’ Frantically she bucked against Anthony’s hand as he drove two, then three fingers into her. Almost incoherent with lust, she grabbed his wrist, pulled his fingers from her pussy and plunged downward onto his erect shaft. Over and over she raised her hips, then dove onto his pole. Knowing this couldn’t last, Anthony thrust upward, meeting her every movement. It was only moments until he erupted, spurting jism deep into her pussy.

  “As he panted, he watched Elaine eagerly rub her clit, finally succeeding in bringing herself to a climax of earth-shattering proportions. Together they collapsed onto the sofa and lay there long minutes until their breathing finally calmed. ‘Holy mackerel,’ Elaine said, stroking his chest, ‘I have no idea what came over me, but that was incredible.’

  “ It certainly was,’ Anthony said. ‘Magnificent.’

  “Later that evening, home in bed, Anthony relived the entire experience. It must have been the elixir, he realized. It was difficult to accept but the stuff must have worked, and when he put a drop on her cunt, well she nearly exploded. He found his cock getting hard just thinking about it. I wonder….

  “He climbed out of bed and fetched the small vial from his pocket. As he lay back down he uncorked the bottle and again coated his finger. Then he touched the oil to his cock, stroking it along its length.

  “The effect was almost instantaneous. Brilliant colors filled his vision. Images of naked women playing with their breasts, tempting him with hugely erect nipples. Pussies of all sizes and shapes, some shaven, some thick with curly pussy hair, thrust toward him, dripping with juices. Fingers stroked the wetness and then coated his lips with it.

  “He could feel hands all over his body, stroking his toes, his calves, under his arms, between his fingers. Mouths kissed and licked every inch of his body. A tongue—no, several tongues—licked the length of his erection. A hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock, taking the length of it into a dark wet world of erotic sensation.

  “Without realizing he was doing it, Anthony wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked the length of his shaft. He cupped his balls with the other hand and closed his eyes to better enjoy all the sensations at once. In only moments he came, wads of thick come splashing onto his belly, then he felt nothing more until morning.

  “As he slowly awoke he recalled the previous evening in detail. One drop on his cock and he had had the best orgasm of his life. Over the next few weeks, he saw Elaine several times, but the frequency diminished. Every night he used the Elixir of Lust on his own cock and found that he didn’t need Elaine or anyone else. His fantasies and the yellow oil were enough.

  “Finally one evening he took out the vial and realized that it was just about empty. He stared at it, rubbing his pinky around the inside to retrieve the last remnants for that evening. Tomorrow, he reasoned, he’d call the man and order more.

  “The following morning he searched for the business card the old man had handed him. He’d washed the jeans he’d been wearing that day several times since then and the card was nowhere to be found. He turned his room upside down. No card. He even called Elaine and asked her whether the small white card might have fallen out of his pocket, but she hung up on him. He tried the yellow pages and the phone company but got nowhere. He got a cab and roamed the area around Elaine’s house looking for the shabby old doorway with no success.

  “That was many years ago. It is said that on any given afternoon a now-aged man named Anthony can still be found asking everyone on the street whether they’d ever seen a store called Harry’s Potions and Nostrums. Good luck, Anthony.

  Ellen roused herself from the stupor she had fallen into and pushed the stop button on the CD player. With little hesitation she slid her hand down her belly and through the hair beyond. As she found the slippery folds of her pussy, she thought about the story she’d just heard. If she were to be as honest with herself she would have to admit that her fingers felt good rubbing her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed, circling her clit and sliding over her juicy flesh, feeling the difference between the water and the fluids that flowed from her body.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as her pleasure grew. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded and she wanted. For the first time she slipped one finger into her channel and, as her orgasm washed over her she could feel the pulses of her pussy with her inserted finger. “Oh, God.”

  She lay in the tub for several more minutes before climbing out, drying herself with a small white bath towel and sliding into bed. She fell into a dreamless sleep.

  The following morning Ellen awoke, her mind already churning. Maggie. What did the ghost really want from her? Did Ellen want great sex? Of course she did, but what did the phrase great sex mean to her? She realized immediately that she had no idea. She wasn’t a virgin. She and Gerry Swinburn had had a sexual relationship for almost a year before he moved to New York. It had been all right. After all it had been her first, and up to now only, sexual experience. They had gradually moved from heavy petting to each rubbing the other to climax to actual intercourse in her parents’ living room while they were away. She and Gerry had never spent the night together although they had planned to move in together before his defection.

  What did she know about good sex, or even mediocre sex? Did she want to know about all the variations on plain old intercourse? Ellen stretched out beneath the covers and smiled. Yes. She did. Now that she had the opportunity, she accepted that she wanted to know it all. She wanted to enjoy the company of men, in and out of bed. She wanted to feel attractive, like the well put together women she passed on the street each day. She wanted to look sophisticated, classy, like she knew the secrets of the world. She wanted to know those secrets.

  Ellen wriggled against the cool sheets and realized that she was naked. The previous evening after her bath she hadn’t stopped to put on pajamas, and being naked felt wonderful. Her body felt wonderful, satisfied yet hungry for more. She climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom, closed the door, and gazed at herself in the full-length mirror. Not bad, she thought. She was a bit overweight with flesh covering her bones and softening her shape but she didn’t look flabby. Face? Well, there wasn’t anything there that made her cringe.

  No. It wasn’t her looks that were the problem. A little help with wardrobe and such and her body would pass muster. It was her mind that, as yet, wouldn’t get her anywhere in the land of the sexually knowledgeable. She needed an education.

  She grabbed the CD player, still sitting on the toilet seat, set it up on her bedside table and climbed back between the sheets. She pressed the play button and the familiar voice began.

  “Is there magic in the world? Skeptics doubt that magic exists, or ever did exist. Are they right? I don’t know, but there are still a few people who are willing to keep an open mind, people who believe in old stories, ancient legends, and possibilities. Like the possibilities inherent in the Wine of Willingness.

  “The bottle was on the bottom shelf of the wine store, covered with dust. Leslie didn’t know what teased at her, but she bent down and pulled the heavy bottle from its cubbyhole. ‘Hey, Darryn,’ she said, ‘how about this one for tonight?’

  “Her husband came up beside her and looked at the old bottle in her hand. ‘The Wine of Willingness. What a name! I’ve never beard of it. It’s got no year, no appellation, no nothing. What made you pick that one?’

  “ I haven’t a clue,’ Leslie said, ‘but it seemed to draw me over.’ She rubbed the grime from the back label. HE WHO DRINKS THIS WILL BE ABLE TO ENJOY PLEASURES BEYOND HIS WILDEST DREAMS, she read. ‘Wow. That’s quite a promise.’ She grinned at her husband. ‘Let’s give it a try. What have we got to lose?’

  “ I’ll tell you what we have to lose. This is obviously someone’s idea of a kinky game, maybe a gimmick to sell wine. It’s probably overpriced swill.’ He took the bottle from Leslie’s hands and walked to the counter. ‘How much?’

  “The cle
rk looked the bottle over for the bar code but found none. ‘This must be private stock. Let me look the price up for you.’ Moments later, after flipping through pages in a large notebook, he said, ‘Wine of Willingness. Strange name and I’ve never seen a bottle before.’ He continued to flip pages. ‘Ahh. Here it is.’ He stared. ‘I don’t get this price. The book says that any couple, and it specifies a couple, who wants a bottle of the Wine of Willingness gets it for nothing. This is really odd but if that’s what it says, that’s what you get.’ He looked at Leslie. ‘You his lady?’

  “ Yes,’ she said.

  “ Well then, I guess there’s no charge.’

  “ Free?’ they said in unison.

  “The clerk turned the book so Darryn and Leslie could read the entry. WINE OF WILLINGNESS. ANY COUPLE WHO BRINGS YOU A BOTTLE SHALL BE TOLD THAT IT’S FREE. IT CANNOT, HOWEVER, BE SOLD TO AN UNACCOMPANIED PERSON. ‘Do you want to take it?’ the clerk asked.

  “ For nothing? Sure. Why not?’

  “The clerk slipped the wine into a bag and, totally confused, Darryn and Leslie took it home. As they finished preparing dinner, Darryn took out the wine opener. ‘I feel like I stole this,’ he said.

  “ I know. That was so weird.’

  “Darryn looked over the label, then rubbed off more grime. ‘Wait, it says more.’ He read the words, almost obscured by the discolored paper. SIP THIS WINE TOGETHER AND THEN EXPRESS YOUR FONDEST WISH. THE WINE OF WILLINGNESS WILL DO THE REST. This is really nuts.’

  “ As long as the stuff’s not too awful what the heck.’

  “Darryn uncorked the wine and poured two glasses. The liquid was deep ruby red and almost seemed to glow from the depths of the glass. ‘It looks wonderful,’ Darryn said. He placed the glass near his nose and inhaled. ‘Wow. It’s got a bouquet that won’t quit. Fruit, flowers, everything. I hope it tastes as good as the nose.’

  “Leslie took her glass, appreciated the color, then breathed in the deep aroma. ‘That’s fantastic.’ She sipped. ‘This is a find, a wonderful full flavor, with so much of everything, earth, fruit, I even taste blackberries and, well, everything.’

  “Darryn sipped. ‘This is some of the best wine I’ve ever tasted.’

  “Throughout dinner they drank until the bottle was almost empty. Giggling, they stacked the dishes in the sink and walked into the living room, ready to watch TV. ‘You know,’ Leslie said, ‘the bottle said we should each tell our fondest wish.’

  “ That’s silly,’ Darryn said. ‘My fondest wish was that the wine wasn’t lousy, and it wasn’t. That’s that.’

  “ Don’t be such a slug,’ Leslie chided. ‘What’s your fondest wish? Really.’

  “Darryn settled on the sofa and draped his arm around his wife’s shoulders. ‘I wish I could make mad, passionate love to you right here and now.’

  “ Why couldn’t you?’ Leslie had always been a bedroom person, but tonight, with a buzz from the wine, it seemed just fine to do it here in the living room. ‘Would you like to make love here on the sofa?’

  “Darryn’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, baby. I’ve always wanted to love you in every room of the house.’

  “Leslie’s mind was filled with possibilities. It all sounded so wonderful. ‘I never thought about the kitchen, but why not? Sounds deliciously kinky.’

  “ Would you take off your clothes? Right here and now?’

  “ Sure. Would you like to watch?’

  “Shit, Darryn thought, this isn’t happening. My prim, conservative little wife is volunteering? ‘Would you strip for me?’

  “ That sounds perfect.’ She stood up, moved the coffee table out of the way, then tuned the radio to a station that specialized in music from the seventies. She started to move her hips to a disco beat, bumping and grinding to the heavy percussion. Her eyes closed, she swayed, slowly unbuttoning her shirt.

  “ Oh, baby,’ Darryn said. ‘Go with it.’

  “ Of course,’ she sighed, dragging her shirttails from her jeans. She pulled it off and swung it by one sleeve, windmilling it around until it flew through the air and landed in Darryn’s lap. At an agonizingly leisurely pace, she pulled off her shoes, socks, and jeans. Prancing around the living room in only her white cotton bra and panties, she danced to the rhythm. When the song ended she stopped and stared at her husband. ‘Do you like me?’

  “ Oh, God, yes,’ he said, unable to believe what he was seeing. His cock was straining at the crotch of his jeans, but he sat still, not wanting to endanger his wife’s mood. ‘You’re so sexy.’

  “Leslie stood between his knees, bent down, and grabbed his erection through his pants. ‘Hmm. You certainly do think so. Now it’s your turn. You can strip for me.’

  “ Strip? Men don’t strip.’ Well, why not? Darryn thought. If it makes her as hot as it makes me, what the heck. As Leslie settled on the couch, Darryn slowly stood and listened to the disco beat of the new song on the radio. He had always hated dancing, but this wasn’t dancing exactly; he was putting on a show like those Chippendale guys. He wiggled his hips and was rewarded with a heated gaze from his wife. He turned and let her watch him move his ass, bending over so he could look at her between his spread legs. While his back was to her, he opened his shirt and pulled it off.

  “As he turned around, she yelled, ‘Go for it, hunk.’

  “Hunk. Yeah! He mimicked thrusting, driving his hips forward, watching his wife’s eyes riveted on his crotch. He quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, then danced around the living room, curling his toes in the carpeting. Why hadn’t he noticed before what a sensual thing carpeting was? He danced his way to the couch and pulled Leslie to her feet, pressing his crotch against her mound. Together they sinuously rubbed their bodies together, getting hotter and hotter.

  “Do it in every room of the house, Darryn thought. He danced his wife into the kitchen and, with the disco beat pounding in his head, he lifted her onto the counter, pushing canisters and small appliances out of his way. He quickly draped her legs over his shoulders until she was totally open to him with only her white panties covering her.

  “He rubbed his finger over her already damp and hot mound, listening to the small cooing noises she made. He watched her close her eyes and let her head drop backward. Darryn spied a jar of jam on the counter and unscrewed the top. Pulling one of Leslie’s bra cups to one side, he coated her areola with thick strawberry preserves. As Leslie looked on in amazement, Darryn’s long tongue found her, slowly lapping at her erect nipple.

  “With one swift motion, Leslie removed her bra and scooped a large dollop of jam onto her finger, using it to coat her other nipple. Darryn feasted on his wife’s body, spreading jam and licking until he was ready to rip her panties off and take her right on the counter.

  “ Not yet,’ Leslie said, sliding down. She patted the counter and, with a lift of his hip, Darryn slid onto it. Quickly Leslie removed the rest of Darryn’s clothes and coated his raging hard-on with jam. As Darryn watched she slowly drew his strawberry-flavored cock into her mouth. Darryn was in heaven, delighted and amazed at his wife’s willingness to take him orally, as he’d always wanted her to. As his mind blurred, the phrase the Wine of Willingness whirled in his head.

  “With a motion of her head, Leslie urged Darryn from the counter. ‘Every room,’ she purred. She grabbed his hand, dragged him into the dining room and stretched out on her back on the dining room table. ‘Here too,’ she growled.

  “Darryn realized that the table was just the right height for his cock so he pulled Leslie to the edge, yanked off her panties and plunged his still-sticky cock into her soaked pussy. As he slammed into her, he had to grip her hips to keep her from sliding across the table. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ she screamed, louder and louder. ‘More! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, now!’

  “Darryn kept pounding into her, spurred on by her screams and the needs of his body. Over and over he rammed his cock into her sweet pussy until he could no longer control his body. ‘I can’t stop it!’ he cried and, with a fin
al plunge of his hips, he poured semen deep into his wife.

  “She didn’t come, Darryn thought as his cock slowly withdrew from his wife’s body. ‘Do what you need,’ he growled. With little hesitation his prim little wife reached between her legs and rubbed her beautiful snatch with her long fingers until, only moments later she slammed her elbows into the table, almost lifting herself off the surface. ‘Yes! Oh, God, yes! Now!’

  “Later, curled beside his wife in bed, Darryn said, ‘I don’t know what came over us, but it was fantastic. Maybe the Wine of Willingness had something to do with it.’

  “ It’s too bad we don’t have anymore,’ Leslie said, sleepily.

  “ If we agree to be honest with each other, and as free as we were tonight, maybe we don’t need any more magic wine.’

  “ We should make a pact. Every bottle of wine will be like the Wine of Willingness.’

  “ And every glass of water, too,’ Darryn said and Leslie giggled as they fell asleep.”

  Chapter

  5

  When Maggie arrived in Ellen’s living room an hour later, Maggie was wearing a royal purple silk shirt and a pair of off-white leans. She had covered the shirt with a white fringed vest and she wore matching cowboy boots.

  “You look great,” Ellen said, gazing down at her Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, black jeans, and sneakers. “I wish I had your flair for clothes.”

  “Actually I’m not sure where my clothes come from. They just show up in a dressing room right before I arrive here. I’ve been doing this for months and I still don’t have any idea of how it all works. How was your evening?”