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

  “Is everything fine? You want me to stop?” asks Colin while I look at him still dazed from the floor.

  “I’m ok, baby,” I speak but I feel light-headed and weak, as if I had no weight.

  “You want me to stop?” he repeats his question but I shake my head. I will always want him. I’ll always be ready for more of him. Whenever he wants.

  He has a tender look that I treasure so much, holding me by the shoulders and coming next to me slowly, like an impish cat, before he starts to kiss me again and covers me with his weight. I just slide under his body, feel the sweat over his skin, taste it, lick it slowly while he does the same with me. I hold his face between my hands and lick his lips, biting them slowly, offering mine to him.

  My hands explore his body again, pinching his nipples, biting his neck, the roughness of incipient unshaved hair excites me more. I keep on caressing him all over, reaching for his buttocks, sliding one finger inside, feeling the warmth of his arsehole. My God, my mind is blowing into pieces and my body totally surrenders to him. Now we are entangled again over the floor, my legs around his waist, letting him thrust me deeply. I tremble under his body, letting the orgasmic vibes flow out of control all over my body, rubbing my swollen clit on his belly, opening my legs wide, greedy for more, panting and nailing his arms in turmoil of pleasure without limits.

  I hear him panting, hold him tightly with my thighs and my arms now, nailing his back, he moans and grunts louder as I suck his little stiff nipples, making him tremble; he’s losing his control, I work for it, to make him fly as high as I can take him. He bites my neck, purring some words I can’t understand, and he collapses over me while my body is shattering in a new orgasm, contracting my holes. I'm almost howling while I bite his chest. He climaxes inside my pussy while I’m still in the middle of my ecstasy. The feeling of a hot stream of fluid inside my pussy reinforces my pleasure, and miraculously, I don´t faint but my breath is short and my head is humming.

  After a while, I touch his hair and neck tenderly while he moves off to lie beside me on the floor. All the sounds we were hearing moments before have ceased: Jim and Eleyne are in the same state as us.

  Colin kisses me lightly on the shoulder, gets up and goes to the deck room.

  “Have to turn this off,” he says and stops the recording.

  I feel tired and search for my clothes in the deck room, helping Colin to find his. Jim and Eleyne follow us and comment. “Can we listen to it?” Jim asks and Colin simply turns on some knobs and we hear a tumultuous explosion of exclamations and moaning.

  We laugh but Jim says.

  “We have two years to use this as a reminder of your existence.”

  Eleyne’s Story:

  When I come around I'm still being screwed very energetically. I try to move to turn back to kiss Jim, but I can't. My head gets pressed to the cushion. I understand that he doesn't want me to look back. I can just whimper and bite the fabric. But soon my hair gets pulled back and I lift up. Jim’s behind me and he wants to bite my neck. I whimper feeing his teeth on my skin. He bites then growls into my ear.

  “Do you have enough? I could stop… If you asked me really nice…”

  I whimper noisily. My legs are shaking, my body’s getting weaker, I can barely stay erect without collapsing onto my belly. But it’s heaven. Heaven and hell. And I don’t want it to stop. I want more of him. I just moan.

  “Fuck me, Jim. I need you.”

  I feel my pussy releasing a hot wave of juicy, he growls feeling it, feeling this additional wetness.

  “Eeyne, you insatiable slut. You want to be ours? You want me to fuck the shit out of you?”

  “Yes, Jim, yes. Fuck me. Yes. Jim.”

  He pushes me down again, slaps my arse several times and starts to screw me even harder. I can only yell his name now, after a while I get some fingers into my arsehole as well. He keeps on thrusting like this for a while, getting me higher and higher again.

  Then he changes and starts screwing my butt. I cry out really loudly when he enters. I can feel my arsehole yielding softly to his dick giving me exquisite sensations, then he starts thrusting. I'm being taken far on the road to sinful pleasures. I'm crying out loud, together with Yasmin who’s getting the same treatment by my side. I can only move my head an inch to have a look at her. She's in the same state of ecstatic rapture as me, moaning and whimpering noisily. I can see a hand on her neck holding her down, too, just like the hand on my neck. We're so dazed that we don't even think of pleasuring each other and letting the guys get excited with our lesbian games. My pleasure is growing relentlessly until I climax and faint again. When I come around Jim is lying on me caressing me fondly.

  “Are you ok, baby?” he asks warmly. “Aren't you worn out already?”

  I return his petting passionately, hooking my legs around his hips, trying to get them higher on his shoulders. I just love him being so deep inside me. I answer gasping, feeling how he squeezes my nipples producing new powerful waves of pleasure.

  “I will never have enough of you or Tony,” I kiss him trying to make him fly as high as me. The caresses between us are steadily getting wilder and wilder again. Finally I feel him sheathe his dick inside me again. I feel I'm so wet and slippery down there, so ready for him to screw me as hard as he can... In a moment he does me wildly again, making me fly away. I'm just trying to return all the pleasure that he's giving me, kissing him crazily between my moans of ecstasy. I simply can't remain quiet feeling such joy. Very soon he brings me to climax again. And again it's powerful enough to make me black out for a moment.

  When I recover he's sitting on my chest and gets me to suck his dick. I grab it willingly, like a delicious candy. Sucking and licking it eagerly, greedily licking his nuts, trying to get it all. I can taste my own pussy juice and butt on him and the flavour of his pre-come which makes me even wilder in blowing him. In a few moments he explodes into my mouth. I try to lick off everything, while he trembles in his orgasm. He then collapses next to me, breathing heavily.

  “Gals, you’ll get us completely exhausted. We were supposed to relax here,” he murmurs. Yasmin hears him and chuckles.

  “Who said it that we would ask for mercy?”

  Colin just makes a funny face but he doesn’t answer.

  I bite Jim’s ear playfully.

  “Tony said the same, and I answered him that you're all relaxing in an active way. And certainly we’re making sure that you regain your strength by feeding you well,” I purr into his ear. “Do you want me to bring you a blanket, you already have pillows, you can sleep here if you want,” I tease him.

  Colin goes to turn the recording off and we follow him slowly, I certainly feel all the shags of today in my pussy This is the third time and my pussy definitely has to take a time out, irrespectively of what I said to Jim. Jim wants to listen to the recording and when we hear it we, gals, explode into laughter. It’s so funny to hear oneself in a situation like this but Jim says pensively.

  “We have two years to use this as a reminder of your existence.”

  It makes me feel melancholy. We'll soon be gone, perhaps even tonight, or tomorrow. They will stay in their times. I try not to think how many girls Jim and Tony will screw during those two years that they won't see us. I know they will, they aren’t monks after all. But remembering the dream and Jim's words about not finding such gals as us just makes me approach him and kiss him very warmly. Trying to show him all my devotion...

  Until I hear Colin saying.

  “We have to store this master tape somewhere, and perhaps make some copies,” he and Yasmin are looking suspiciously at each either. Has she been doing the same to him as I to Jim? “Ok, gals. Let's go from here. We all have to shower and get ready for going out. Steve is coming here with his girlfriend in more or less an hour and then we’re all going to the city. We can do some sightseeing, you almost didn't see the city. We can do some shopping, too, if you want...”

  “I can certainly look around, it's
always fun,” I say, lighting up at the mention of shops, though my common sense is telling me doing any shopping is just useless if we’re to disappear really soon.

  Yasmin seems interested, too, so does Babette when we already go out to the garden and find them there. She and Ted look quite fresh, but something about them tells me that they were busy in an exactly the same way as we were. But we have to go up and wash first. We climb the stairs talking about our plans for the rest of the afternoon and evening, then I head for Tony's bedroom. He's there, it seems he has just taken a shower and he's getting dressed into some fresh clothes.

  “How was your class?” he asks.

  “Well, what do you think? For a complete beginner, with Jim as a teacher,” I wink.

  “What did he teach you?” He continues with questions and I try to remember urgently the chord that Jim was showing me.

  “Errr, I think it was A major chord.... and one more... But I think I’ve already managed to forget everything in the heat of it all. My concentration wasn't at very high levels from the very start anyway.” I make a face, then try to change the topic, “but he and Colin made a kind of souvenir to remind you of us when we’re gone.”

  “What souvenir? Eleyne, please, don't remind me that you're going to disappear. We know it's going to happen whether we want it or not, but we don't even want to think about it,” he looks sad. So I just come closer and give him the same kiss that I gave to Jim. After a few minutes, I break it and ask.

  “For sure, they will tell you. Are you better?”

  “Kind of,” he answers, but he doesn't look too cheerful. Then he seems to have a sudden idea and pulls me close to himself again so I can feel his body warmth. He kisses me passionately again until my knees buckle down under me. Then he stops and whispers next to my ear.

  “Where will we be in June 1987?”

  My mind is completely clouded by pleasure that his lips and tongue have just brought me. It’s not really working properly, so I don't think of implications of telling him the future, I just pant the answer.

  “In Marbella, in Spain...”

  He smiles triumphantly and rewards me with another long, hot kiss. When he's done I really need to sit, my legs are too weak to support me. I breathe deeply trying to unwind while he finishes dressing.

  “In Marbella in Spain,” he thinks loudly, “our hunting ground,” he looks at me mischievously. “Gals, try to take your bikinis there. If you run around completely naked there like you did here, it will be difficult for us to guard you from the local Spanish guys. They can be quite persistent with beautiful women. We'll take care of bringing your other things.”

  I just look at him, finally realizing what I’ve just done. I know I shouldn't have, but he masterfully manipulated me into it, and I can't even complain about it. For sure having our luggage with us will be much more convenient... So I just say.

  “OK, Tony, I have to take a shower, otherwise you'll all have to sit upwind from me...” I sniff myself discreetly. He chuckles a bit then leaves me in the bedroom. I use the time to wash, put on make-up and get dressed into some fresh clothes, too. When I walk down and out to the garden, all the guys are already there, Yasmin joins me after a moment, also fresh and made up.

  We just sit there under the umbrellas, chatting and after a few minutes we hear a car approaching. It enters the mansion gate, pulls over on the drive and we see the fifth member of the band, the drummer, get out. His girlfriend is driving, a nice looking tall blond girl, she gets out of the car either and introductions are in order.

  Yasmin’s Story:

  We feel tired and need a shower after such a long and hot sex session. Colin and I go to the main lounge, but he continues upstairs while I´m going to the kitchen and take a couple of plastic cups and a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. I look outside to the garden where the sun is shining bright and blinding, then I see a figure of a man who’s cleaning the pool. He’s wearing light work clothes and for sure, he is a gardener. He hasn't noticed me and I retreat to Colin's bedroom, thinking the best for us, gals, is to remain invisible to the strangers as long as we can do it.

  When I come into the bedroom the curtains are closed. Colin has already taken a shower and he's resting in the darkness, probably napping now, so I go to the bathroom and do everything I need, leaving first the cups and the bottles over one of the night tables. When I come back he’s drinking water, so I sit on the bed and begin to do my hair, asking him.

  “What are you going to do with the master tape?”

  “Nothing,” he says, ”just store it. And make copies, in case we lose it. No one ever knows.”

  “OK, but...are you going to listen to it after we leave?”

  “Stop it, Yasmin,” he looks uncomfortable with the topic, “I guess we will or... we may prefer just to store it, just as a proof we weren’t dreaming.”

  He stops drinking and leans back over the cushions and pillows.

  “When some time passes, we may think everything was part of our imagination. We haven't got a clue if in the future we’ll really meet you again, beside the weird dream we all shared this morning. And I don't feel very convinced, sorry to tell you, but... the impressions were stronger when I woke up this morning. But now...”

  I lean back with him and I purr to his ear.

  “So you’re hesitating again if it’s true or not, what you saw in your dreams?”

  “No, only trying to use the logic point of view about everything and it’s simply impossible to do it.”

  “Yes. It was hard for us in the first days to accept what we were living,” I add and touch his face fondly. He looks pleased but there is a halo of sadness around us.

  “Well,” he says, “now we have to go down and join the rest before we start it all over again.”

  I laugh and we get ready in a few minutes. I feel a little strange when I’m dressing in front of him, but really the days we spent together have made me used to sharing the little details of everyday life. He finishes sooner than me and helps me to decide what kind of shoes to wear tonight.

  “If we’re going jumping from pub to pub, high heels won´t do,” he says and I agree. Simple sexy red sandals will be enough. A moment later we go down to the garden where the rest of the gang is hanging out under the umbrellas. We sit near the pool and hear a car engine coming close to the house's gates. We see that Steve Warren, the moustached drummer, and his girlfriend are coming, she’s driving. I sigh thinking it’s time to socialize again. I’m always a little shy but it seems that this time travel has changed many of my habits.

  Sally, Steve's girlfriend, is a tall blond English girl who looks at us curiously, as if sensing that something is not quite clear about us. She scans us with her eyes as if checking that everything’s alright but I think she’s not doing it on purpose.

  “So you’re foreigners?” she asks while we’re sipping some chilled white wine and lemonade that I made for them with the help of Babette.

  “Yes,” I answer, “we’re visiting your country for work. At least it’s me, I do some paranormal research connected with the nearby site. My friends are just company.”

  “Never heard of such research before, and I like strange things, like elves, fairies, ghost tales...”

  “Oh!” I exclaim, “so perhaps you will be interested in our research. Well, in mine, I must say.”

  “Perhaps,” she sips the wine and then her eyes turn to one point on my neck, the chain with the stone. “What is this? It is very weird, looks like something odd.”

  “This?” I ask her. “We found it near the site I investigated and took it as part of my experiment. I guess it’s a part of a cult long vanished, or maybe present in a minimal, secret way.”

  “I have a friend,” she begins to speak in a confidential tone, “that knows a lot about the old English pagan cults, witchery, Wicca... Do you know what it is?”

  “Yes, I do,” I reply, “I have studied the cult.”

  “This is not joke,” sh
e comments, looking at the ironical face Steve is making when we are talking.

  “Oh, women,” he comments, “why do you feel so fond of witchery and ghosts? This subject always makes me sleepy,” then he helps himself to another glass of wine and looks at the serious faces of our guys then asks.

  “What do you think? Won´t you say anything about this chat?”

  “Nothing really,” Tony shrugs, “why not go into the house and listen to something I was working on a couple of weeks ago. I think I may edit it a bit.”

  All the men agree and leave for the studio in the basement. When they disappear from our sight, Sally continues.

  “This friend of mine, Norton Pattison…” she begins speaking then pauses but after a moment she carries on, ”Well, all his family was engaged in Paganism...They were witches.”

  She looks at us as if assessing if her story is to our interest, but at this moment I realise that ‘North on,’ that phrase I heard in my dream could be turned into ‘Norton.’ Would that be a hint to our return to the future?

  “Tell us more,” says Babette.

  “Yes, please,” Eleyne and I feel intrigued by the last confession.

  Then we see Colin coming back with Jim. Sally looks at us doubtfully.

  “They´re absolutely trustworthy and will believe your story, Sally.”

  The guys just comment that they have taken the master tape off the basement and stored it in Jim's bedroom. Sally doesn't understand a word of it but we encourage her to continue.

  “Let the guys hear what you were telling us.”

  “Well, if you want... My friend, Norton, is an antiquaire and has a shop downtown. You can find every kind of thing there: from old jars to good luck bones with emeralds in them; from trifles to true jewels and he has a section of true witchery articles.”