Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, (Hekate's Passage: A story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, part 2, vol. 1)

by Kot, Eleyne

  “You´re very nice girls, always ready to please,” he gives us his usual roguishly seductive smile and his brown eyes cast impish sparks. Does he know what he does with it to Eleyne and to me? But I try to keep a cool head andI take a look around and see that is a small studio, with a good sound deck. There are instruments placed in their stands behind the glass that separates this part of the studio from the actual recording area. Somebody took care that the technician’s room was comfortable, there’s a big sofa to sit on apart from usual chairs. Tony sits on one of them and we start pouring coffee for him and us.

  “Wow!” I say, “I have never been in a rock star’s studio. It´s very moving for me.”

  “It's also my first time in a studio,” adds Eleyne, looking curiously at all the speakers, the deck, and the instruments.

  “When you get used to it, it’s just a place to work,” comments Tony.

  “Yes, a special place of work, for people so talented like you,” I say looking at his handsome face.

  “You’re making me feel shy,” he jokes, but he looks comfortable with my words.

  “Well, the truth is that... we do want something of you,” I suggest impishly.

  He is sipping a cup of coffee and gestures to me as if saying: Come on, let’s go.

  “Well, being such big Twist fans as we are...” I begin to utter nervously, exchanging glances with Eleyne, “is that we would like to see you playing...”

  “Playing?” he asks.

  “Playing for us, here,” Eleyne purrs. “Playing for us, yeah, just one solo.”

  “Yes, one solo, just to listen to you.”

  He shakes his head, and chuckles.

  “Gals, gals... Is that all? Listening to a solo?”

  We say together. “YES!”

  “Which one?” he asks.

  “You choose,” I say and Eleyne agrees commenting.

  “We love all of them, any you like to play now.”

  “But we have to enter the studio.”

  The glass that splits the deck room from the studio reflects his handsome figure and we accept. “Come in,” he says and opens the door for us, closing the door after we enter. He makes the arrangements to the equipment and chooses one of the guitars. I don’t think I have seen this one before; he begins to test the sound, adjusting the mics and choosing the level of distortion. We sit carefully nearby, on two stools, trying not to make any noise, nor to touch a thing. Everything looks clean, tidy, ready to use, like a series of surgical instruments ready for a hot surgeon to operate with them. He looks at us as if some idea has struck him suddenly, his grin shows a clue of what he has in mind.

  “So you say you are big fan of the Twist music? Well, I would like to know if it is true.”

  We almost jump exclaiming.

  “How can you doubt us?! Is all what we have done for you during these days not enough?”

  “Hey, hey, take it easy,” he says, “I was wondering if you... can remember the song’s solo or the riffs and say which song it is from. A simple task…”

  He looks at us amused and continues. “If you succeed in discovering, you will be rewarded.”

  “How?” asks Eleyne, showing in her face that she’s thinking what I’m thinking.

  “I will choose it,” he states in a sensual mood.

  I feel my pussy is getting hot and wet almost instantly. Thousands of images crash into my mind when Eleyne nods adding.

  “We have discussed some ideas before coming here…we would like to know something. Though we’re not sure if it’s technically possible.”

  He looks inquisitively.

  “What?”

  “Oh,” I say, “you will know it when we tell you which solo you’re playing.”

  “Nice,” he remarks, “can we begin now?”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  I decide to reveal a bit of our plans for him, but I don’t say exactly what they are. He’s quite curious about them. But Yasmin tells him he’ll soon find out and he’s quite impatient to begin his little exam for us. But then he stops to think, and looks at us impishly.

  “You gals will need a piece of paper and something to write with. And don’t sit so close to each other. Don’t look at each other’s paper,” he winks. After a few moments he gets both of us a sheet of paper and a pencil . “Don’t say what I play, just write it down.”

  “Oh, you’re a fierce teacher. Not allowing us to cheat,” I comment smiling mischievously at him.

  “If you want to get your reward…” He doesn't finish.

  “Well, and if any of us doesn’t get it right… Errr, in case of something that was unreleased and we didn’t listen to it thousands of times?” I ask.

  “Well then, I will get a reward,” he winks.

  “Who’s to decide what the reward is and for who,” Yasmin asks again.

  “I think it will be me,” he smiles seductively, making my pussy completely wet. But Yasmin’s face shows some strong emotions inside her, too.

  “I think we can begin…” And he starts playing.

  I watch him captivated, the sounds are piercing me bringing the same physical pleasure as his touch. I observe his fingers moving the strings and I imagine them doing the same with my pussy. He’s playing for a while and the sound is carrying me away when I receive a kick on the ankle. I start up – it’s Yasmin, she’s writing her answer looking at me and urging me to do the same. So I write mine. He’s been playing “Wolf Me Down.” He looks at me amused. He must have been watching me fly away. Before we can make any move to try out if our idea would work at all he stops playing and asks.

  “So… What are your answers? What have I been playing?”

  Yasmin shows him her paper and says.

  “Wolf Me Down.”

  My answer’s the same. He looks amused.

  “This was easy, just a warm up, but I’ll reward you anyway. Come here,” he beckons.

  We both obey and he embraces the two of us and presents each with a very hot and passionate kiss, which leaves us trembling and wanting more. But we don’t get more kisses, he sits us down on our stools again, smiling mischievously and starts playing something new. I find it harder and harder to concentrate watching him. I’d just want him to do all these delightful things to my pussy, but I still manage to recognize the solo and I put my answer down. In my opinion it’s “Wicked Dreams.” Yasmin writes something down, too. When he sees our answers he smiles and beckons us again. We get another kiss each, a kiss that makes us burn for him. I look slightly dazed at Yasmin already and I see that she’s already in the same state as me.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  The way the game is proceeding shows that Tony is a seasoned expert in making girls horny and full of evil fantasies. In our first try, we succeeded in discovering the name of the song; the second song was Wicked Dreams, but now he’s working our minds and bodies beyond the music.

  “Now,” he says, “let me see what you have written, naughty pupils.”

  He bends over my shoulder and pretends to read, but in reality he’s playing with my desire, breathing next to my skin. I’m feeling his body so close, warm and scented, causing my heart to jolt when I feel his kiss on my neck. It’s a sign of approval for passing the exam and now, it’s Eleyne’s turn to receive her reward…I think we can’t stand it much longer.

  “Now,” he says, “let´s try something more…”

  He’s playing the dominant role of the master with us, making our bodies and minds unquiet and hot, letting us know that he can guide us to the most ultimate barriers of our sexuality. Now that he has reinforced his power over us and wants to keep us like this. He says:

  “I have been very good with you, a nice teacher, very kind…but,” he gives us an impish look. “I’m going to make a change… so you say you’re coming from the future and we know it’s true. So you have to know this.”

  He starts playing a new solo, new for that time in which we are and we recognize the Turbulence solo, so enthusiastic that w
e know it, we exclaim.

  “Turbulence!”

  He nods, grinning and murmuring.

  “Good, so you know the name. Well, we’re getting ready to the main prize, aren´t we?”

  “Can you play while we…?” I suddenly get shy about my proposal.

  Eleyne’s Speaks:

  “Can I play while you…?” asks Tony looking at us and raising his eyebrows. “Don’t be shy… What were you thinking of doing?”

  I’m burning feeling his eyes on me and I decide to answer frankly.

  “We were wondering if you could still play anything if we started giving you a blow job,” I think I blush a little, “but I still can’t imagine the technicalities of it. You see, when you play the guitar covers your dick…”

  He just bursts out laughing.

  “Really? Were you thinking of that? Naughty girls.”

  “Well, this has been on my mind for a while. I’m just curious,” I smile at him. “You can treat it as an artistic challenge,” I wink.

  He’s still amused but when he manages to stop laughing; he seems to want to go on with our idea. He gets himself another stool and sits down. He places the guitar slightly on his side and beckons at me.

  “Come here, my sweet pet,” he purrs seductively and I tremble hearing his tone of voice. My pussy stirs wildly when I crawl, until I’m next to him facing exactly his assets. He starts playing and I recognize the first riffs of ‘Jack Daniels’ Slave.’ My hands reach willingly for his crotch and start massaging the growing bulge there; it seems that the little game he has been playing with us turned him on too. I unzip his pants and get this hot and delicious thing out of them. It gets me wild, his male scent, the taste, when I start licking it up and down. Caressing his nuts. I feel the heat inside of me is growing. I look up and see this inspired expression on his face, but he’s still playing. I just love it, to see him like this makes me even more eager to continue blowing him, which I’m doing greedily. I also feel my own inner desire increasing. But at a certain moment the melody that he’s playing changes into something new, something we haven’t heard, something beautiful. But I don’t stop my licks, just look at him curiously. He still has this daydreamy expression on his face. I hear Yasmin purring.

  “You’re improvising now. How stirring,”

  I take a look at her; she’s on her fours behind me, her eyes on him. Her face is rapt, full of desire, I can see she wants him as much as do. But suddenly he just stops playing.

  “Enough of this, gals. I want to screw you now. Let’s go and make ourselves comfortable on the sofa,” he puts his hand in my hair and pulls it down while bending down to kiss me. This kiss really leaves me jelly-legged. I breathe fast feeling how hot and wet I am. He gets up himself, too, and takes off the guitar to store it safely on one of the racks. I remain on the floor just staring at him wide eyed. I want him. In a moment his hands are free and he looks back at me and Yasmin questioningly. Yasmin’s still sitting next to me with her eyes bright and full of desire fixed into one point on his pants. The zip is open and his erect dick is presenting its full glory to our eyes. We want it, both of us want it really bad, and Yasmin can’t resist anymore, she just crawls to him and works her way up, fawning to his leg and engulf his dick greedily. I swallow, I want it too, but I promised to share and I already had some of him, now it’s her turn, however nothing can stop me from sucking other parts of his body, his nimble fingers that he so skillfully used on the fret board and that are also so proficient on our pussies are free after all. It’s just a few moments and I’m purring happily sucking his index and middle fingers while my I slide mine inside my panties to stroke my very wet pussy. He sighs.

  “Babies. You’re crazy.” But he lets us carry him away with our rapacious mouths. After a few minutes he stirs. “Babies. Let’s move. The sofa will be more comfortable for us. Now.” His voice gets firm, more of a command now. I think this is what snaps us out of our trance. He removes his dick from Yasmin’s mouth and his fingers from mine. “You can crawl to the sofa. After you, babies. I wanna look at those nice arses of yours.”

  We do crawl obediently. I can hear him follow us saying quietly.

  “We forgot your collar, Eleyne. I forgot to put it on you after the last night... Colin should think of something for you too, Yasmin.”

  He’s right. Collar would be perfect now, I’d love to be leashed and led this way by him. In a few moments we climb the sofa when we hear.

  “Doggie style, babies.”

  After we assume the position he lifts our skirts. We’re just wearing thongs so he has easy access to our pussies and arses and he immediately puts his hands there. We both moan loudly when he starts fingering us. It’s like madness. The desire and pleasure are so overwhelming that I come at this short stimulation from him, feel my slit contracting greedily on his fingers. My girlfriend is squirming and moaning loudly at my side, as well. I turn to her and see my own ecstasy reflected in her face.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  Feeling his hands on our pussies we immediately moan and squirm, letting our passion overcome our bodies. I feel his fingers in and out of my holes, thrusting deep and hard, making me fly high. I turn my face to Eleyne and see in her expression of desperate passion, which makes her crave for Tony's manhood the same way I’m feeling. I sense that I can´t wait any more for his delicious thing.

  But he’s our master, directing the game and he still prefers to play with us a little before screwing us. So I get close to Eleyne’s ear and begin to bite it slowly, and slip my tongue over her sweet, pèrfumed skin, tasting her neck and shoulder while Tony pulls her hair back and turns her face to him. He kisses her passionately. He stops fingering me, but I keep on licking Eleyne's skin down to her breasts. I pull down her top, its stretchy wide neck allows me to expose her boobs. I slide one of my hands over her lacy bra, squeezing her nipples through the sheer fabric, making her moan loudly while Tony keeps fingering her holes.

  Eleyne moans and squirms, then I realise she’s living a complete ecstasy thanks to our caresses and kisses, which makes me feel hotter and wetter. After a while Tony stands at our backs again and restarts his fingering in my wet pussy and arsehole. My inner heat is so intense that I come at least two times, contracting my pussy over his fingers. After a longer while of such toying with our girl parts he bends forward and places his head between us, comes close to our faces, letting us feel his breath near our ears; his tongue starts running over my face, when I try to answer his caress, he turns to Eleyne, beginning again his game. He kisses her, fooling with his tongue, leaving her breathless and hot, while he kneads our boobs and arses, then he starts kissing me in the same way. His kisses untie an relentless passion in our wombs, making our greed for his maleness ravenous. He kisses us in turns, pulling our hair back, biting our necks, licking us with a consuming appetite; but in a moment the three tongues begin a lustful game, sucking and licking indiscriminately, sharing the wetness of our flesh and fluids.

  Eleyne’s Story:

  After some hot lesbian action that Tony participates in eagerly, he decides it's high time to fuck us. We’re wet and burning for him to the extreme. He quickly gets rid of our thongs and skirts, so that nothing disturbs him now in easy penetration of both of us. Then he places Yasmin on me in a doggy-style position, so that our arses and pussies are exposed to him to do whatever he pleases. I feel his fingers in my slit and arsehole, moving, enticing, promising more and I moan loud in passion. Yasmin joins me moaning loudly, too, he must be doing the same to her.

  She holds me tightly and removes my hair from my neck. She bites my ear in passion. I turn to her and we start French kissing again. Then Tony's fingers retreat from me, Yasmin shrieks loudly and trembles. I can feel that Tony has just begun to screw her, he must be holding her hips so that she doesn't fall. I continue kissing her while her face and eyes are getting more and more dazed. I already know very well what he can do to a gal with his screwing, so she must be in ecstasy. But I long for his dick
, too, craving it deep inside me. I finally get what I want after several minutes of his banging when Yasmin climaxes and faints. Tony takes her off me and lies her down on the sofa to recover. He then gets to work on my pussy and arse.

  He screws me like crazy, going in deep and hard, making me feel like I’m having an almost unstoppable and never-ending orgasm. I can feel his fingers touching my pussy, pressing the most sensitive points and making me gasp and tremble even more. My arse gets his hot treatment as well. His fingers slide in and out of it softly. I moan and cry in pleasure.

  Yasmin recovers a bit, opens her eyes and crawls to me. We start French kissing, which feeds our passion even more. She's masturbating then gives her fingers for me to suck. I do, wink at her and then push her down, to lie on her back and get at her wet and swollen clit with my tongue. I moan louder, it seems that Tony has gotten inspired to bang me even more by our hot and lustful behaviour, Yasmin moans when my tongue flickers around her pussy and my fingers enter her slit. I continue my play for a while until I feel her pussy contracting in orgasmic vibrations over my fingers. My own pussy and arse are vibrating, too, another climax is just thundering through me so immensely that I lose my consciousness for a moment again.

  When I come around, Tony has already got us to sit on the sofa and is standing in front of us, holding our hair. We understand what he wants from us. We greedily begin to lick and suck his dick to complete his pleasure. His taste and smell makes us wild; we almost fight to get the drops of his semen when he finally explodes groaning loudly. We lick everything off him and then off our faces. He collapses next to us on the sofa breathing deeply, trying to unwind.

  “And we were supposed to relax here, gals, and to gather new ideas,” he sighs. “Gals, you're really working us...”

  “Well,” I smile mischievously at him, caressing his cheek, while Yasmin is stroking and licking his chest on the other side. “What you’re doing here can be simply called active relaxation. And you’re certainly enjoying it, aren't you?”