by Kot, Eleyne
“And your friends?”
He looks concerned and holds my hands in his. But after a moment he relaxes.
“No, all of you visited us during past years. Just let me think, it was long time ago...”
I feel my emotions growing and becoming wilder.
“For me it is the night of the 24 of June, in 1985, do you remember something?”
“No…” he hesitates. “Maybe…yes, I do…we all had dreams, strange dreams that night,” he starts to recall the events. “Dreams of the future. You stayed a bit more after that night, before disappearing without warning…that was so disgusting, so painful for us. ”A shade of anxiety reflects on his face, followed by curiosity. “We had to wait almost two years to meet you again. Till another fucking St John’s night in 1987. It wasn’t pleasant to wake up and see you all were deleted from our lives with a touch of magic, evil magic. Where were you meanwhile?”
“I don´t know yet…did you miss me?”
I’m feeling so in love with him once more.
“We missed you all, girls. I missed you, it’s true. We had a lot of fun then, we quarreled and Eleyne hated me for that. And she said: Rob always controls.”
We laugh aloud at this and for a couple of minutes there is silence.
“But you’re so quiet, what’s going on, Yasmin?” he says caressing my face. “Don´t you want to quarrel with me anymore?”
“Don´t know,” I answer him, “I’m confused. I don´t know how to return to the past or to the future…”
“Hey, this thing will perform its duty,” he pulls the little stone and lets it hang again. “Everything was right during these years with you and your friends. Don’t you worry. You will find the information you need, and somebody to help you to work things out. I think I can tell you that,” he adds after a moment of hesitation.
“This thing or whatever, is at the command of the fate,” I murmur. “Who knows?”
“Who knows if someone is commanding the fate?” he looks around as searching for something. “Hey, are you cold? You’re naked, as always.”
We laugh a little and I say.
“No, but if you…”
He produces a robe from one drawer and tries to adjust it to my size.
“I´ll bring you coffee, you liked cappuccino. I remember it. Baby, you smoked and drank litres of coffee…”
He’s so extremely nice with me, I think, but I don´t want coffee now. He gets up and takes me by the hand, saying.
“Come down, Yasmin. Jim is coming. He’s my guest. Will you like meeting him tonight and letting him see that you are safe…and beautiful as ever?”
“Jim can wait, can´t he?” I drag him back and he looks at me, as if surprised.
“Of course. He won´t be here immediately, he went to a dinner with some American friends,” he comments.
“Any woman among them?” I ask him and smile at him.
He laughs and comments.
“Don't know! Maybe, who knows? I don’t track Jim’s steps. He´s the same guy you knew in some sense, but in another, he's changed; we all have changed in a one way or another…but you are still the same. That´s fucking strange!”
“Why?” I ask him innocently.
He sits down and looks at me, telling me.
“You know, Yasmin, 25 years ago you were... I never knew how old you were then... I guess that you were more or less 10 years younger than me at that time.”
“Let´s say that you’re almost right,” I grin.
“Well, then that means that now you’re almost 50 years old, Yasmin.”
We laugh again and he adds.
“I never knew a woman of 50 who looks like you, that's funny. It´s crazy, baby.”
“Yes, it is,” I agree. “Well, let’s say that nothing of this matters for me. I´m the same, and for me, you´re the same.”
Before I realize I’m kissing him. Kissing him once and then again. And he´s letting me kiss him, as if he decided that I have to lead. So when I’m holding him in my arms I lean back over a pile of pillows and draw him towards me in a slow, sensual movement. I can smell his male scent, very enticing though different from what I remember from 1985. He must have changed his aftershave during these years. His goatee tickles me a bit but it's exciting. I kiss him again and let our tongues fool around together for a while. His touch, his tongue is getting me wetter and wilder. I can feel my heart beating faster and the heat inside me growing. I give in to desire and just try to remove his t-shirt. I want my hands on his naked body so fiercely. When I manage to remove it and see all these beautiful tattoos on his skin I just go crazy. I can't resist the urge to lick them, my tongue starts trailing all those lines and drawings. My hands slide down to his pants and start undoing them. He breathes faster and whispers into my ear.
“Are you sure you want me? I'm not the same as when you last saw me.”
As an answer I grab his hand and direct it to my wet and hungry pussy. His fingers start massaging it, flicking in and out of my slit and I whimper in pleasure, trying to move my hips up and allow him to go deeper.
“I want you. I will always want you,” I whisper feverishly. “Didn’t Tony tell you what Eleyne once told him? You'll always be hot and desirable for us.”
I'm desperately undoing his pants trying to get him all naked for me. He smiles and helps me. Soon I feast my eyes on him in his birthday suit. I just hold him close to my body, leaning my boobs against his chest, offering my wet lips and letting him take the leading role this time. We’re feeling so close to each other as if we were never before. Several moments have passed before he breaks the spell and he starts stroking my body like yesterday, manages to sit me over his lap with my legs open and my arms around his neck. I have dropped his robe off me and now I’m totally naked, free and wet, urging him to take me. I’m having some difficulty keeping hold of my thoughts, while he’s covering me with his kisses like he did many times before, while I’m nailing his arms as if they were my only hold to sanity.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I murmur while he’s tasting my skin, licking my neck, biting my shoulders, sucking my nipples. He makes me gasp biting my boobs softly, pulling them with his teeth.
“I remember that you liked this too much,” he whispers. “This never failed to make you come.”
But I can’t reply. My body is feeling how the heat is consuming me, clouding my mind, I just moan and whimper in a low voice. I’m at the verge of coming once more even without being penetrated. However, he leans back, manages to sit me on his dick, letting it enter me slowly. I moan and arch my back, feeling how the heat of my first orgasm is shaking me pitilessly while he thrusts me relentlessly. My hips move, rubbing my clit against his groin, and then he presses me against his body. His arms are surrounding me now, keeping me so close to him that I can't move. It's just his hips that are thrusting inside me, making me melt against his body and surrender completely to his male power.
He pulls my hair back and starts biting my exposed neck and I happily accept his greedy appetite. I want to be devoured, feeling his teeth and tongue fooling around with my skin makes me even crazier than I was. I squirm, moving my hips against his, wanting more of him when I feel him shift me. I end up on my back with my legs on his shoulders, being screwed deep. I can't do much in this position, I just continue kissing him rapaciously and run my hands over his back, trying to reach his butt. His rhythmical thrusts soon bring me to the edge of another climax. I cry out loud in pleasure feeling my pussy contracting violently around his dick. The sensations reach deep inside my body, rolling all over me like a thunderstorm and I think I faint for a short moment.
When I come round he looks at me impishly:
“So this hasn't changed, either. You've just kept on fainting, gals. All over these years, whenever we fucked you.”
I can only pant in a post-orgasmic haze.
“You'll always be my sex gods. You, Jim and Tony…”
“What about Tom?” he whispers impishly. “You gals
fainted when he screwed you too.”
“But I haven't had the pleasure of knowing Tom yet,” I whisper back.
He seems to understand and remember after all these years I’m keeping the same devotion that leads me to incredible ecstasies. Now he rolls me again, I let him do whatever he wishes, as ever he has done, just as if my will was chained to his. Then I lie on my fours, with my butt up and my legs open, ready to receive what he wants to give me. I gasp eagerly, feeling a finger inside my slippery arse, then another finger and his other hand massaging my pussy. I’m ready, waiting for him, waiting for him to guide me along a path of sinful and shameless pleasures, as always has been between us.
My back arches and my spine has chills when his wet tongue enters my pussy and the fingers make my arsehole yield, pulsing anxiously for something more than his fingers. My moaning grows louder while he keeps on moving his fingers in and out of my tight arsehole, deeper and deeper, making me tremble and squirm. And then what I’m expecting, comes, he pushes inside me, hard and hot. He’s slowly pounding me, thrust after thrust, taking me higher and higher. I almost feel like I’m living in a daydream, in the haze of an impossible dream.
But one thrust inside me, exceptionally deep into my arsehole, tells me that I’m not dreaming. I feel he’s turning wild, going deep inside me, slamming his dick between my buttocks and slapping them with his hands. Oh, I gasp, trembling, shaking my body, bumping my butt against his belly, helping him to get inside my arse, deeper and wilder. It’s so slippery and my pussy so wet and hot that he doesn’t need to work much in my hole to move freely. I decide to open my buttocks with my hands, laying my face on the pillow, biting the sheets; he keeps on going deeper, faster and stronger every moment till he’s in charge of keeping my ass cheeks open, bending over me, he murmurs.
“So lovely, you are so lovely and wild.”
And he keeps on shaking me, making me moan and whimper, making me sweat while he bites my neck. My hands are pleasing my pussy, they meet his hand, exploring my wet skin, fingering and massaging my pussy and preventing me from continuing with my masturbation. I surrender to him, to his caresses and male power, trying to kiss him, turning my face to his; but I explode exclaiming and moaning, pressing his hands against my pussy, not letting him get his fingers go out of me, feeling how my juices squirt over his hands and I guess, over his nuts. My arsehole contracts around his dick, I feel I can´t stand it anymore. He’s sucking my lips, licking my face from behind, collapsing over me. I hear him whispering in my ear, among his panting.
“Want to eat it?”
“Oh,” I moan, “yeah. Do it.”
We unwind and shift again: he sits on bed, with his back leaning on one of the stacks of cushions, opens his legs and I crawl over them, licking his crotch, caressing his tattooed skin with my tongue. He’s ready to put his dick in my mouth. My lips open eagerly to receive his gift and my mouth begins suckling his dick roughly, my tongue is relentless working up and down the shaft, discovering the taste of of myself and of his pre-cum, my throat is wanting every inch, it looks like I have never experienced such a loss of control, his hips moving against my mouth and his hands controlling my head, pulling my hair without tenderness; he’s possessed like me by outrageous desire. He wants me to eat, swallow, devour everything that he´s worked for me. Then, in a second, I taste the load flying to my throat, swallow it totally almost without realizing, breathless and blushing in a gripping emotion. I come again while I rub my pussy against the pillows, hearing his groaning and feeling how he grabs my head firmly till the last vibes escape from our bodies.
I just lie next to Colin listening to him breathing, we are both unwinding after the hot session we just have had. I feel so blissful cuddling next to him when I hear a garage door opening and a car entering inside. A car door is slammed and somebody enters the house. Colin stirs.
“Come on, baby. It must be Jim coming back. He’ll be delighted to see you too,” he gets up and picks the robe, hands it to me. Then he gets another one for himself from the bathroom while I put mine on.
“I’m ready, we can go,” I tell him and he leads me out. When we’re walking down noiselessly on the carpeted floor, we hear Jim calling from downstairs.
“Colin, you’re not sleeping yet?”
Colin answers him entering the living room, while I follow him, partially hidden by his back.
“No, I’m not. And I have a little surprise for you,” he steps aside showing Jim who’s standing behind him. Jim just gasps in astonishment.
“Yasmin!!! It’s been some time since we last saw you. What are you doing here?” He opens his arms to hug me. His lips land on mine in a very hot welcome. Oh, God, he kisses even better than he did in 1985, and then I thought he was proficient at it. When desire clouds my head, Colin replies to him.
“She just appeared confused and naked in my bedroom an hour ago. Apparently for her it’s still 1985…”
“Is it, honey?” Jim croons to me while I try to catch my breath.
“That’s right, Jim. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in Colin’s bedroom in the Cottage after this crazy night of June 24, 1985. Then I woke up here.”
Colin points to the stone ring I have on my neck.
“It seems this amulet did the job. As it always did during all those years, but on that night we were really skeptical about it. You didn’t believe it would work, neither did I.”
Jim seems to be raking his memory and then he confirms.
“Yeah, I remember. Eleyne was even worried about you using it so light-heartedly. But then the next day you showed up telling us that you had visited the future, and we all had the same dream of you doing it. And also of Melisa.” He still has his hands on me and they are caressing my butt fondly. He looks at me. “You really could have stayed longer with us instead of disappearing so shortly after that night. We could really have taken care of you. We would have found a way.”
“Jim, I don’t know what to say. I just woke up here. Eleyne and Babette are still with you in 1985,” I feel a bit embarrassed and at the same time excited by his caresses.
“At least you continued your research and you did show up in our lives more times, but waiting for your appearance was never pleasant. We haven’t found so sweet and devoted gals to screw during all those years.” He holds me closer. “But now, if I remember my dream well, you didn’t really stay here long, so I’d like to use this time the best I can. Colin, could you excuse us?”
He picks me up in his arms with a clear intention of carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. I shriek when the floor suddenly escapes from under my feet, Colin just chuckles.
“Go, mate, I remember, too, that she’s not staying here long.”
He’s carrying me up but he doesn’t manage to get me to the bedroom. We start kissing crazily before we even reach the door. He puts me down and presses me against the wall, kisses me again earnestly. His tongue just sends me flying, I whimper when it flickers inside me sending heat waves all over my body. My legs weaken under me, I feel my pussy’s burning wet, craving his maleness inside of me. He’s still kissing me passionately, but manages to move me over a little side table that stands next to the wall. He sits me on the top of it and removes my robe.
“These sweet titties, I missed them,” his hands knead my breasts while he’s still kissing me deeply. I try to reach for his pants and remove what I crave from them. I massage his crotch.
It’s so hard that I can’t contain myself anymore, I just undo the zipper and get his dick out. Before I can make any movement to slide down and begin to suck it, Jim lifts my legs and wraps them around my waist. .
The table trembles and I fear that it may tumble down to the floor, but Jim pulls down his pants quickly, takes his jacket off, drops it to the floor while I’m holding to his waist, and opens his shirt. In a swift movement he thrusts his dick inside my wet pussy, making me gasp. He starts to pound my slit deep and hard while my hands run up and down my body, letting him know how mu
ch I crave his touch, how much his caresses ignite my passion… We French kiss till I’m breathless, and I lay my head on his shoulder, moaning and gasping, while my pussy vibrates with my first orgasm. The table is shaking too much under my butt, so he hooks my legs firmly around his waist, rubbing my clit on his belly while I’m nailing my hands on his arms.
I'm feeling how his skillful tongue slides over my neck and shoulders, stirring the craziest feelings in me. Burying his mouth against my throat he quickens his banging. My eagerness becomes greedy, I want to feel him deeper, deeper...His hands are kneading my arse, flicking now and then with a finger inside my arsehole, causing me to be at the verge of the ecstasy again. I hold him close to me, caressing his back, licking his shoulder, trying to hold him closer. The little table finally shakes in an ultimate dangerous movement and collapses. Jim grabs me strongly and manages to stop my possible tumble to the floor...we look at each other and laugh.
“We’re so horny…” he whispers to my ear. So we unwind and while panting, we decide to enter the bedroom, but Colin’s here, too, to check what has happened.
“You couldn’t wait to find a decent place to fuck, could you?” he chuckles.
I just reply.
“Come with us, join us, Colin.”
Colin casts an expectant look to Jim and he replies.
“Don´t waste just a minute, Colin. Come on, she´s leaving soon.”
So Colin opens his bedroom's door and Jim carries me in his arms, places me over the mattress and here they are the two around me. Eager for their kisses I lie on my back, extend my arms to the pair of sex gods, in a rapture of heat, grabbing them by their arms, pulling them closer to me and fooling with their tongues, sucking them, trying to devour them, but it’s not possible to do that at the same time. Is it Jim or Colin’s turn? I’m going from mouth to mouth, desperately waiting for more. Then I pull Jim's hair and lead him to my open legs, where my wet pussy is craving for all that he can give me: tongue, fingers and dick. While doing this, I keep kissing Colin, feeling breathless and gasping when Jim's tongue flicks inside my slit. Moaning and squirming, I let my hands run from one body to the other, and feel Colin kissing me all over, from my neck to my belly and returns up again to my mouth.