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The Lady In The Castle

Note: this story has to be read in its entirety. I confess that a friend of mine related this to me and told me that something like this had been published in a Indian dialect a long time ago. Of course, it wasn’t so graphic. But then, writing for Literotica, I suppose these descriptions are a part of the fun. Intended to titillate and excite.

I have never read this story, only heard about it. And god forbid if the one who told me the brief synopsis ever realizes that i have changed it and presented it in the only way i know it should.

For it was my wife who told me the story!


THE VISITOR pushed his plate away, caught the waiter’s eye and nodded. As the waiter made his way to his table, the Visitor looked around him at the restaurant, lighting a cigarette. Besides him, there was only one more old man sitting three rows across, sipping from a tall glass.

“A black coffee. With a quart of brandy. And get the check”, the Visitor told the waiter.

The old city was slowly going to sleep. Damn it! He thought. Does it ever wake up?

He paid his check, poured the brandy into his black coffee, took a large sip and smacked his lips. He felt good. He had spent the whole day driving, and he reckoned that it was pure luck that he came across this old hick town where he could probably have a few drinks, some food to fill him up and maybe relax the whole night before hitting the road again.

He blew smoke in the direction of the old man, and then picking up his drink, sauntered over to where he was seated.

“Good evening, grandpa!” he said jovially to the old man. “Mind if I take a seat”?

“Not at all”, the man replied. He was a wrinkled old wreck of a man, maybe in his late seventies, tanned brown, the face lined and weary.

“You from round here?” enquired the Visitor, trying to make conversation. They were all alone in this weird little restaurant, and he had not spoken more than just “Fill ‘er up” to the man at the gas station besides ordering his food and asking for his check from the waiter. He was bored.

“Yes and no, I guess”, the man replied.

The Visitor ignored the reply, pulled out a chair and lowered himself on in. “Tell me something old man” he whispered conspiratorially. “Just had me some good food and some good drinks. Now, if only I had some good sex”

The old man smiled wanly. “Ask the waiter. He knows all the spots”.

“Oh, I don’t want just spots. I want me a real fine lady”.

“That too he would most likely know”.

The Waiter was summoned, and initially refused to be involved. But a slight nod from the old man, and a few locations were reeled off.

“But the finest, sir, is the Lady from the castle, or so I have heard. Lot of important people have certified her charms. She is very exclusive and comes at a very high price”.

“Oh, that’s no problem,” said the now inebriated Visitor.

The old man dismissed the Waiter after the latter revealed the exact location of the castle, and lowering his voice, he said to the Visitor “ I would like to warn you about this Lady. There’s been rumor that she ain’t right.”

“Ain’t right?” the Visitor laughed. “The way the Waiter described her, has already made me feel randy.”

“He hasn’t ever seen her. He’s just telling you what he may have heard from the others. Me, I know a story that proves downright that she’s no ordinary human being”

The Visitor took a long pull at his drink and laughed again.

“Tell me about it. I mean, I want to get laid ‘cos I’m feeling very horny and I got no woman with me”

The old man looked at him for a long time. The Visitor began to feel uncomfortable under the long hard and piercing stare.

“Tell you what, lets get outta here. There’s a garden just behind this restaurant. Maybe I’ll tell you the story, as I know it. And mind you, this is true”.

“C’mon, old man. This is the twenty first century. You are almost a hundred years old. Your times were different; these times are different. I don’t think I would believe any kind of stuff that you’d hand me”

In spite of his reluctance, the Visitor found himself following the Old Man to the garden where the two sat side by side on a bench.

The Old Man began relating his story.

******

There were three of them and they were best friends. All were in their early thirties, and if one would look at them, one would get a feeling that perhaps they were brothers.

They spoke alike, walked alike, ate the same food and shared the same bottles. And like the Visitor, they too had come upon the town by chance, dined and drank to their content, and were on the look out for a ‘good night of loving’.

They were told of the Lady in the castle. Since no one in town knew them, they were called as the Big man, the Small Man and the Thin Man.

It was Big Man who decided to go to the castle on the first night that they stayed there. They had initially decided to leave town the next day, but as Thin Man had said, “Maybe if we get the lay of the town and feel comfortable, we could relax for an additional day”.

When he arrived at the castle, the Big Man parked his car under a large banyan tree and got out. He looked at the castle; in the fog it looked incredibly huge. He could see barely three or four windows lighted up. There was a chill in the air and he shivered. Pulling his jersey closer to him, he gingerly walked over to the castle.

He pulled the ancient bell hanging outside and waited. Two minutes later, the door creaked open and an old woman peered out at him. “Yes?”

“Good evening. I was, er…I mean I came to see…”he let his words hang.

There was a faint light behind the old hag and he could barely see her face. What he could see were the intense blue eyes that pierced at him. Since this town was located around the West belt, he knew that blue eyes were common around here. Yet, he had never felt the intensity of eyes such as the one he was feeling now. He could faintly see the lines on her brown face and could make out that she was wearing a shapeless black robe.

He thought he saw a twinkle in those eyes.

“Oh! Come on in, young man.” She stepped inside and he followed. “Go right up the staircase. Turn left when the stairs end and walk up the corridor. Knock twice on the door under which you see the light. Wait for a while, and she will open the door for you.”

It was a huge castle, maybe resplendent in its time: the huge room that greeted him reminded him of a film set he’d once seen. A sturdy oak enameled table, now covered with a layer of dust occupied the center of the room. He could dimly make out a number of chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling. He couldn’t quite see the ceiling; besides being dimly lit, the hall had very high ceiling. The table had more than a couple of high-backed teak chairs around them. He could also make out large paintings hung on the walls. Mostly portraits of turbaned men and demure women. Perhaps, occupants of the castle from the past.

Without looking at the old hag he followed her instructions. The enormous, wide staircase ascended up two flights, and took him almost two minutes. He could feel his neck burning with a strange kind of heat. Perhaps it may have been the old hags eyes, he thought musingly.

But he was burning under his collar. This was the first time he was doing this. The alcohol gave him the strength to walk past the long corridor. There were a number of doors to his side, but having seen light emanating from the bottom of the door at the end of the corridor, he walked straight up to it and very slowly almost tentatively he knocked twice.

He had to wait for quite a long time before he heard a bolt pulled back (or down and it really did not matter) and the door swung open.

He did not realize that his mouth had fallen open at the sight of the bewitching Lady. He had never seen such a beautiful face (and a gorgeous body to match) in his life before.

She was about five feet four. Long dark hair fell to her waist and framed one of the most beautiful faces he had seen in his life. Smallish forehead, small upturned nose, wide cheekbones and blue eyes. Perhaps the old hag was her mother, because the eyes had the same intensity. Her lips were generous and her mouth curled upward as if a permanent smile was affixed upon her.

She was dressed in a blood red gown, tight up to her waist and billowing below. He felt faint as he glanced at her breasts, exposed almost down to her nipples by the deep ‘V’ of the gown. The dress resembled the Victorian gowns he had seen in photographs and paintings of that era.

She stepped aside and beckoned him to enter. “Please come in,” she whispered. Her voice was low and husky, almost a faint whisper. He thought he could detect an unspoken promise, a hint of an invitation in her voice.

He was already feeling the heat between his legs and was aware that he was breathing heavily. His understandings of prostitutes were of heavily made-up, scantily dressed and smelly hags trying desperately to look younger and more seductive than they would ever be.

This Lady was something else! He walked unsteadily into the room. He could make out a few candles lighted around a single chandelier that hung from the ceiling. A heavy smell of incense sticks pervaded his nostrils. As if from a very far distance, he could hear the faint sounds of classical music.

“Please be seated,” she whispered, indicating the huge ornate bed at the center of the room.

He looked around, walking dumbly to the bed. It must have been padded up by at least a dozen thick mattresses, he thought as he lowered himself onto the soft material. The thick mattresses were covered with a blood-red quilt.

He could make out a huge couch sitting below one side of the wall. A quadrangular teak table lay in front of it. In addition, there were three more heavy chairs around the table.

The large room had wall-to-wall carpeting, and if he was not wrong, it was Persian. Towards another end of the room, he could see a tall door, presently closed, and he guessed it led to the bathroom.

On his right, a large French window overlooked the dark gloomy courtyard. The windows were covered with thick curtains and he could see beyond only when they billowed due to the occasional blasts of air coming through.

He twisted his neck to watch the woman. She was standing beside a long teak dresser, pouring some thing into a pair of silver glasses from a heavy looking brass pitcher.

He cleared his throat. “Uh…uh, I…mean, wouldn’t you, er, I mean wouldn’t you like to discuss the rates?”

She laughed softly, not looking up at all. When she replied, her voice was low and husky.

“There are no fixed rates here,” she murmured. “This is a very exclusive place and hardly a dozen people visit; that too, maybe once a month. You are the first stranger and it is surprising you got a referral.”

“An old gentleman told us about you.”

“Us?”

“Uh…y-yes,” he stammered. “I have a couple of friends with me.”

She looked up sharply at him, setting the pitcher on the desk. “You aren’t telling me that they are waiting outside?”

“Oh, no, no, nothing like that. We decided to take it one day…er, one day at a time.”

She laughed and he thought her laugh was more melodious than the strains of a sitar he could hear.

She walked to him and he was aware of her swaying hips in spite of the billowing gown trailing behind her on the carpeted floor.

She handed him a silver glass, and then, taking a step back from him, she raised hers. “Here’s to the night!”

The glasses touched, he continued to stare at her bewitching face as he tipped the contents into his mouth. He guessed it was wine: and damned good at that!

She took a very tiny sip and set the glass down on a small desk beside the bed. She looked at him right in his eyes and he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“I could never drink liqueurs from glasses,” she smiled.

“Excuse me?” he spluttered his drink and coughed.

“I said I am never comfortable drinking from glasses.”

“You mean you like to drink straight from the pitcher?” he asked incredulously.

She laughed again. That same musical laugh that sent those thrills down inside him.

“No. I don’t drink straight from the pitcher.”

“So?”

She looked at him, her deep blue eyes smoldering.

“I like to drink from another mouth,” she replied huskily.

He stared at her, almost spilling his drink.

She tucked her gown by sliding her hands over her buttocks and lowered herself on the bed beside him.

“Can you give me your drink?” she whispered.

He felt his prick twitch inside his pants and he could smell her perfume as she snuggled closer to him.

He had never done this before. Afraid that she might loose interest in this erotic way of drinking, he hastily brought the glass to his lips and took a deep swig.

His mouth was full of the liquid as he turned to face her. He watched her opening her mouth, her ruby red lips parting to reveal her shiny and perfect teeth.

He shuffled towards her and clumsily still holding his glass in his hand, he leaned towards her.

Their mouths met. Her lips burned on his and he heard her gurgle as she swallowed the fiery liquid he released into her mouth.

He realize that he had transferred the entire contents into her mouth only after she tilted her head back, pulling her lips away from his.

“Ahh,” she sighed, looking into his eyes with a smile on her lips. He watched some of the liquid seep out from the corner of her mouth and then her tongue snaked out to lick off the droplets.

Hurriedly, he carried the glass back to his mouth and sipped. She laughed gently when he leaned down again to kiss her mouth. He felt her lips opening and he let the liquid into her mouth again.

This time he pulled back, watching her wanton display of the pink tongue flickering out of her mouth to lick off the excess that was draining from the corner of her lips.

She took a deep breath and he watched the swell of her breasts strain against the flimsy silk material. The way he could see her nipples poke against the material, he was sure that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Yet, she seemed like she was wearing one. Because her breasts seemed to be so bunched up together.

He felt the fire burning in his loins and was aware that the bulge between his legs was quite obvious. From somewhere and somehow, he summoned up the courage to smile back at her.

“You know what, lady?” he asked. “I do drink off a glass, but I too like to drink off some flesh.”

She didn’t seem too lady-like when she giggled. But the situation warranted it and his eyes were transfixed at her jiggling breasts when she did so.

“Oh?” she asked archaically.

His eyes were wide open and he knew that she could see the lust in them.

“Yes, malady, yes. I too would like to sip the heaven off you!”

She giggled again. “And How’s that?”

He held the glass away from him and indicated her bosom.

“Perhaps malady could be kind enough to let me drink this lovely nectar off her lovely bosom!”

She smiled, bringing her hands up to her straining breasts.

“You mean off these?”

“Oh god, yes, yes. Off those lovely mounds!”

He watched helplessly as she slowly unhooked the buttons that held the gown together at her breasts. As each button slipped off, he could see more of her amorous cleavage exposing itself to his bright eyes.

“Yes,” he whispered, setting down his glass beside hers.

“Yes, what?” she asked teasingly, her hands flying down the row of buttons that held the gown together.

“I…I want to rink off those mounds!” he exclaimed.

He was right in assuming that she wore no bra because when the long row of buttons was undone, her large breasts sprang free from within.

She wasn’t very tall and she wasn’t fat at all. That made her breasts look larger than he thought they were. He gulped nervously as she bared her voluptuous breasts to him and he feasted on them.

Nipples as big as as an ancient pre-war coin he had treasured. Now, so erect and so pink. So hard and oh so suck able!

Finally, the top of her gown was off. The straps that held the garment together now lay down her dainty shoulders.

She cupped her breasts with her hands and turned towards him.

“And now?”

With little trepidation he picked up his silver glass and shuffling towards her half naked body, he doused her breasts with the fiery liquid.

She moaned when she felt the liquid cascade over her full breasts and gasped when he suddenly dipped his head down to spread his hot mouth over the soft flesh.

“Ahhhhh…” she moaned again, her hands curling around his neck.

“Mmmm…” he uttered, his lips fastening over one turgid nipple, his tongue gliding across the hard nub.

He smelt her deeply as he tongued her nipples. He reached for the other breast with his free hand and began to knead it.

She arched her back against his face, thrusting her heavy breasts against his sucking mouth.

“Oh yes, yes, do it!”

His tongue leaped from one nipple to the other, tasting the liquor and the thin sheen of sweat that surrounded her areoles.

He threw away the glass and it landed with a thud on the far side of the bed. His hands grasped her lithe body, drawing her closer to him as he let his tongue go wild over her nipples.

He sensed, rather than saw her thighs drifting apart and he thrust his hand down between their writhing bodies to grasp the bottom of her gown. She raised her buttocks instinctively when he began to lift the garment up over her smooth thighs.

“Pull down the zip at the back,” she moaned.

His hand flew behind her and soon he found the tiny zip. He tugged it down, down over the length of the gown till it was open to her narrow waist.

He drew back because he wanted to see her naked breasts again. With the gown pushed down over her waist, they looked even bigger, heaving with her gasps.

He reached with his hands and cupped her lovely melons, squeezing them simultaneously.

“Ahhhhh, Ohhhh, yessss…” she cried out, clutching him closer to her.

Her face was over his shoulder now as he dipped in again and suckled at her amazing breast.

His other hand was busy as well. Lifting her gown over her thighs and slipping her silky panties down over her satiny hips, he thrust his hand between her legs.

“Ouch, oh my god, yes,” she hissed when he cupped her crotch with his palm.

As he kissed her breasts and rubbed her pussy, she raised her buttocks to grind against his probing hand.

“Yes, yes,” she cried out, lifting her hips against his exploring fingers. “Rub me there!”

He didn’t have to be told twice. His lips still licking her rigid nipples, he allowed his fingers to rub back and forth the over her pussy lips. She cradled her breasts together, pushing them deeper into his face.

He was on fire. He reluctantly let his mouth travel up over her breasts and put it square on hers. She opened her lips wide to accommodate his thick tongue that pushed in.

He almost blew himself when she began to suck on his tongue. His fingers, now so familiar against her pussy lips, found their way inside he hot folds of her labia and she moaned again when he thrust them inside her.

Her hands slid down over his shoulders, down across his waist till they landed between his legs, probing the bulk she encountered there.

He grunted when he felt her hand cup his erection. Covered as it was with the coarse cloth of his pants, he wondered what he would feel like when she would hold him naked.

It was almost as if she read his mind. Even as they kissed and he rubbed her now wet pussy lips, her fingers expertly flew over his belt and tugged at his heavy brass zipper.

She reached inside and his hips lifted when her hand pulled out his naked erection out of the opening in his underwear.

She pulled away her mouth off his and sighed when she wrapped a fist around his width.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned. “Such a nice one!”

He grunted when her fist began to move up and down over his hard length. It was so thick; she could barely encompass the width between her fingers and thumb.

“For you, baby,” he told her as she started to masturbate him gently.

They kissed again and this time they didn’t have to seek each other. It came so naturally.

As their tongues dueled in the warm confines of her hot, wet mouth, they continued to masturbate each other.

She turned slightly to face him and he felt the tip of his long prick brush against her flat abdomen. She pushed the tip against her navel.

He withdrew his hands and brought them up to caress her breasts again. Her nipples were taut with desire.

No longer able to contain himself, he pushed her back on to the soft bed. Her legs parted and her pussy was now bared.

He bent down and sideways, wildly pushing his face between her thighs. He licked away furiously at her succulent flesh and she screamed.

“Put your tongue inside me,” she muttered hoarsely, her legs wrapping his neck.

He pushed her lithe body up the bed and opened his mouth over her pussy. His tongue traversed rapidly up and down her slit. She was hairless down there save for a neatly trimmed bush of sparse hair above the lips. She smelt of her juices, her sweat and, he suspected some strange exotic perfume that she must have applied there.

Nevertheless, he felt intoxicated as he drank her in. He had never done this before and he remembered what he had told his wife when she had pleaded him to do this to her.

“But the damned thing smells like a fish!”

He was aware of his hard prick rubbing the soft mattress and her nails raking his back.

“The clit,” she breathed huskily, “don’t forget the clit!”

He moved up his mouth finding her nub easily because it was stiff and erect: just like a tiny prick, he thought. She moaned aloud when he clamped his lips around it, shoving her legs up and deeper into his face.

Damn, he thought when her juices gushed over his face. For a whore, she was certainly orgasmic.

He slipped his hands up her tummy to capture her breasts. He squeezed powerfully, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Let me do you,” she gasped, reaching down to seize his hard prick in her hands.

“No,” he replied. “What I want to do now is sink my cock inside you!”

She spread her legs further apart as he crawled up her body. He felt her heels digging into his buttocks as he arranged his body on top of hers.

She guided his hardness into her and let out a gasp when he thrust in, impaling his entire length into the wet folds of her hot pussy.

“Ooohh…” he cried out, his hands still working her breasts.

Their breathing was labored and he locked his lips on her sweet smelling mouth. His hands felt slippery on her wine-stained breasts as he pumped in and out of her opening.

He was astonished when she came again.

“Ah, ah, oh my god, yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she panted.

“Take this, take this,” he chanted.

He felt her pussy muscles clamp around him and he threw back his head, letting out a groan. He felt his sperm building up inside his scrotum and then erupt out of his prick.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he muttered, spending himself while still buried inside her, burying his face between her succulent breasts.

He spun out of control!

******

“I’m telling you pals, she is really great,” the Big Man said, sipping his whiskey and looking across the table at his friends.

“Really?” the Small Man asked.

“You know I have never fucked thrice in a row. Well, last night, I did exactly that!”

“That good, huh?” the Thin Man asked, his eyes glittering.

“Voluptuous. Sexy. Hot. Man, can she move!”

“Shit!” the Small Man said, openly rubbing the beginnings of his bulge between his legs. “I can’t wait!”

The Big Man glanced at his watch.

“Just another hour, buddy and it’s your turn. She did agree to keep the nights open for us.”

“Why not the day?” the Small Man complained.

“She says that did be too obvious. Besides,” he continued, “she looks great in the night too.”

The Small Man couldn’t help glancing at his watch every five minutes. Those actions made his friends laugh at his nervousness.

Finally, the time came and the Small Man got up.

“Wish me luck,” he said, making his way hurriedly to the car.

******

This time, she was wearing a knee length blood-red satin skirt and a tiny strip of what he presumed should technically be called as a blouse. Only, the strip did more to reveal than conceal those magnificent breasts encased inside.

He had to past the old hag, who welcomed him in, and like his friend, found himself comparing their eyes. Deep, startling blue.

He couldn’t help but stare at her smooth long legs. She had strong and shapely hips to complement her perfect round and firm buttocks. Up stairs, she was really stacked!

She smiled at him and fluttered her eyelashes when she glanced down to notice the enormous bulge in his pants.

“Feeling the heat already?” she asked in her musical voice.

They were standing in the room between the bed and the huge ornate couch by the wall. He stepped up to her.

She allowed him to enfold her in his arms. He dipped his lips into hers, tasting her breath. He sucked on her tongue, pressing his body against hers. He felt the hard points of her nipples punch his thin shirt and he ground his erection into her belly.

He grabbed her long lustrous hair when he pressed her face against his and she let him do it. He felt her withdrawing her mouth and swipe her tongue across his lips. This was erotic; her licking his lips like that.

He pulled down the strip that covered her breasts: it had no buttons, no zipper. She had merely tied it into a knot behind her and all he had to do was pull the knot loose.

Her large breasts tumbled out and he groaned involuntarily as he took hold of them. She moaned, now licking his chin as he mauled her beauties.

“Caress my nipples,” she told him.

He did. As he pulled and pinched and rolled her nipples, her tongue on his chin lowered onto his neck and her licking became furious. Somehow, she contrived to press herself harder against him.

She thrust her hands down, frantically unbuttoning his pants to free his straining prick.

“Oh my god!” they moaned in unison when she had her cool hands wrapped around his width.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” he muttered, bending down to take one nipple into his mouth as she slowly started to masturbate him.

“Pull down my skirt,” she instructed as she licked his chin.

Again, the skirt was a mere wrap around and he flipped it out, letting the garment fall down on the floor.

He thrust his hands between her legs and cupped her naked pussy even as she jerked hard on his prick. As she rubbed the tip across her flat belly, he allowed one knee to press her mound.

“Your friend didn’t want it. But I want to do it to you,” she breathed, suddenly sliding down to the floor, getting onto her knees.

His pants were bunched around his legs and he kicked them away as she took his hard on in her dainty hands. He shivered when she leaned forward and felt her hot breath on the shaft.

“Oh yes, oh yes, suck my cock, baby,” he groaned.

She smiled and then bending down, she slid him into her hot mouth. His hips bucked up, in effect, thrusting his prick deeper inside her mouth.

She didn’t even back off. Nor, did she gag. He was surprised when he felt her effortlessly taking his entire hard prick inside her mouth till her nose was buried against his curly pubic hair.

He began to rock to and fro. She began to bob her mouth in direct counter thrusts. He reached below and took her swaying breasts in his hands again.

Her tongue danced along the sides of his hot flesh as she sucked him in deeper and deeper. Her hands surrounded his swollen scrotum and she kneaded them.

“Not like that baby,” he muttered. “Together, together now!”

They moved to the couch and she slipped onto her back on it. Her breasts heaved with exertion and apparent excitement as he walked around her, his prick dangling heavily between his legs.

He lay down on top of her soft body, first, adjusting his length so that he could get his mouth around her pussy. He then hunched his hips up over her body so that he could get the desired angle with which to thrust his prick inside her mouth.

“Aah,” she moaned, licking around the tip. “I love it when a cock fucks my mouth and I love it when a tongue fucks my cunt.”

In a strange way, he was startled at her language. She looked to be from a different world: a world so far away and that existed centuries ago. She dressed like that too and spoke like she was from that era.

Victorian, Big Man had said. And hearing those words spew out of her mouth seemed so different to him. But he put those differences aside as he felt her legs grab his neck and pull his head deeper into her musky pussy.

He thrust his prick inside her mouth at the same time, feeling the shock of her warm and moist opening, the feel of her tongue snaking across his swollen shaft. She fondled his heavy testicles as she sucked him, bucking her hips up and own into his face.

He gave it back to her. It was as if he was making love to a pussy; not just another mouth. And, he admitted to himself, it felt a hell lot of better than a pussy.

He was amazed at her strength when she twisted around to lie on his top. Now, she could really grind her pussy into his face and control the movements of her bobbing head. He reached down to push her hair off her forehead to watch her oval lips slide up and down his shaft.

There were no more words. Merely groans, grunts and moans as they pleasured each other.

It was too much for him. Watching her pretty face bobbing over his prick set him off. He climaxed, letting his juice fill her mouth up. She swallowed some and let quite a bit dribble out of the corners of her still smiling lips.

He was spinning out of control, but he owed her.

Spreading her thighs apart by pushing the insides of her satiny thighs, he buried his face between her legs and sucked on her. She moaned and bucked her hips, rocking them to and fro.

“Ah yes, ah yes, make me come!” she whispered.

He pursed his mouth over her wetness, as if drawing from a well. He sucked and suckled, ate and drank. He let his tongue play with her engorged clitoris.

Her legs began to dance in fury.

And, finally, she came.

******

The Thin Man was not exactly tiny. Standing six feet in his shoes, he was admittedly the smallest built among his friends. Narrow shoulders complemented his weak chest.

“So,” the old hag with the startling blue eyes said to him. “You are the third.”

He blushed. “Y-yes ma’am,” he replied in a small voice.

She gave him the directions. “It’s a long walk. But as I suppose your friends told you, it’s worth it.”

“I – I hope it’s worth the time for her, ma’am,” he said and began to walk unsteadily up the stairs.

The old hag looked at his back curiously as he walked away.

When h saw the exquisite woman for the first time, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

“Lord, but you are so beautiful!” he exclaimed, staring unabashedly at her.

She smiled seductively, stepping back to let him enter the room.

“Y-you are l-like a fairy!” he whispered.

She looked at him, her smile disappearing.

“Really?”

“Honest. I have never ever seen anyone as lovely as you.”

She laughed. It was a strange kind of a laugh. A kind of a gurgling sound she made form deep within her. As she did so, her ample breasts jiggle.

“I dream a lot and I ream a lot about wonderful women. You are the best there is.”

“You are embarrassing me,” she replied.

She was dressed in a conventional sari; the kind worn by Hindu women. It was blood red, of course and even as it was draped tightly across her body, it seemed to reveal her curves exactly at the places that seemed to him so enticing.

About six yards of the silk garment encased her from waist below. The border was thrown casually across one side of her shoulder and the matching blood red blouse, buttoned at the front, had a deep ‘V’ revealing her amorous asset. He could almost see half of her inviting cleavage thrusting through the silk blouse. That she was not wearing a bra was evident by the way her nipples poked against the flimsy garment.

“Do you say that to your wife as well?” she asked mockingly.

“Er…I…I have no wife.”

“Oh?”

“She died in a crash on the day of our honeymoon,” he told her flatly.

She arched her shapely eyebrows and studied him.

“Is that true?”

“Of course,” he replied harshly, staring at her nubile body and making no effort whatsoever to hide the throbbing erection now so evident between his legs.

“How sad,” she whispered.

“Yeah. Very sad. We loved each other so much. But never got the chance to demonstrate it, if you know what I mean.”

She smiled at him, taking his hand in hers and leading him inside the room. She did not bother to lock the door behind them.

“Let’s sit on the carpet,” she instructed, pulling him down as she seated herself on the thick Persian carpet, knees folded in Yoga style.

He imitated her and they sat, facing each other. She let the tips of her fingers trail softly across his face. Beginning from the top of his forehead, just below his thick black hair, she slipped the finger down over his nose, his top of the lip, his lips and then his chin.

“You may not exactly be a very handsome fellow, but you are so nice,” she muttered.

He too did the same. He let his palms bury into her soft and lustrous long hair and then dragged his finger down her forehead. He caressed her pert nose and rubbed his finger across the top of her upper lip. Slowly, as she massaged his chin, he rubbed his finger across her full and pouting lips.

“You are so lovely,” he repeated again.

“And what are you going to do about it?” she asked.

“I want to see you naked,” he whispered.

She let his hands grope for the buttons of her blouse and drew her shoulders back to assist him. One by one, he slid off the buttons till the garment laid spread across her shoulders, baring her firm and young breasts.

“Such lovely breasts,” he wondered aloud, letting his fingers caress the flesh. Involuntarily, she arched her back, pushing her breasts harder against his probing fingers.

Her nipples erected. Almost half an inch of pink nubs sprouted from within the large areolas. They puckered and stiffened as he now rubbed them between his fingers.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

Squatting across from her, he bent at his waist and lowered his mouth over hers. Her mouth was open and inviting as he slid his tongue inside, wallowing in the pleasure of her voracious mouth.

His fingers spread over her massive globes, encompassing them, kneading them and fondling them. Their knees touched and she shuffled forward, lifting them so that they were lying over his.

His erection made a huge tent between his legs and she reached out tentatively to touch him there. He let out a wild cry when he felt her fingers grasp him and thrust his hips forward.

She pushed his tongue out of her mouth with hers and stuck her own inside his. He sucked on it and went dizzy as she let the tip play across the roof of his mouth.

She began to unbutton his shirt even as his fingers clumsily pulled her sari off her body. She had simply tied it to her waist and wasn’t wearing a petticoat under it as is normally done.

Nor, was she wearing panties.

She raised her buttocks off the carpet to allow him to slip the sari off and by this time she had already slid his shirt back over his lean shoulders.

He took hold of one of her breast and gently covered her mound with his other. She moaned into his mouth, pressing her pelvis up against his wandering hand, licking at his teeth and lowering her hand down to his trousers.

When she shoved his trousers and underwear down to the floor and lovingly wrapped a fist on his naked shaft, he groaned and instinctively thrust his forefinger inside her hot pussy.

She pulled her mouth away from his and stared at him.

“Let’s get naked,” she whimpered.

They watched each other divesting the remainders of whatever clothing each had. She didn’t have any: all she had to do was slip away the garments off her body. He struggled out of his trousers and shucked them away.

He was well endowed. Not that she ever used the length of a man’s equipment as a yardstick to compare his performance with it. The best lover she had, as she remembered had a prick that was barely four inches long. But the way he used it inside her invariably brought her the best orgasms she had ever experienced in her life.

Thin Man had a shaft that she supposed was at least seven inches long. It was also so wide that she could barely encompass it within her fingers. He was not circumcised. But the loose foreskin had peeled down to reveal an angry looking purple tip, already glistening with pre cum.

“You have such lovely breasts!” he repeated again, caressing them. “Could I love them?”

She laughed gaily, pulling his body across her lap so that his head was lying across her hips. She bent down, letting her breasts dangle over his mouth.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth as she stuffed first one, and then the other between his open lips. He began to suckle on the rigid teats and moaned when he felt her hands travel down across his body to take his turgid prick in her hands.

“Ahh, yes, my baby,” she crooned. “Suck on them and make me happy, baby, love them and worship them.”

He moved his hips up and down, letting his foreskin pull back and for the in her warm little fist.

“Ahh, yes, yes, ugghhh…” she stammered, feeling the first waves of her orgasm rise up her body. It rose from the tip of her toes and reached her head. She cried out, pulling his head deeper into her breasts.

His tongue had now gone wild. Huge gobs of his saliva emerged from within, coating not only her breasts, but also the vast expanse between them. He felt the saliva dripping back onto his face and he increased his efforts.

“Oh god, oh god,” she murmured. “I want more, I want more of you!”

He was confused for a while when she pushed him onto his back so that he was now spread eagled across the carpet, back flat over the shag rug.

“I want you to do it here,” she said huskily, getting down on her knees, her own on either side of his.

He looked down as she bent. Her buttocks lay softly on his calves and he pulled her hair back so that he could watch her lean forward.

She separated her breasts apart and leaning further down, lay them over his prick.

It was heaven!

As soon as her breasts surrounded his hard prick, she pushed them together to trap him between the lush valleys.

“Now, lover boy,” she told him. “Do me like this!”

He wasn’t about to refuse her. Her heavy and soft breasts felt like a satin glove as they settled around his hard prick. He start to rock back and forth, letting his shaft slide between her hot cleavage.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, moving her body faster and faster over him. Her perspiration-slicked breasts, enormous and formidable squeezed his shaft between them, driving him insane. The feel of her hot flesh against the sides of his shaft felt incredible as he thrust up and down.

“Yes, yes, fuck my breasts, you wonderful man, fuck them, fuck them, oh god, it feels so good, harder baby, harder and faster!” she cried out.

He lowered his hands and grabbed her dainty shoulders as he bucked up and down. Their furious movements spun them around the carpet, but they did not heed it one bit. He slammed in and out, up and down, back and forth between her breasts, luxuriating in the feel of her flesh wrapped around his throbbing shaft.
He managed to bend one knee and thrust his toe between her pussy lips. She spread her legs apart to allow the toe enter her folds and immediately clamped them together so that he out jam his toe in and out of her wet pussy even as he thrust between her breasts.

She pushed her melons together so that her erect nipples touched each other.

The tunnel was now complete.

He felt her thrust her hips down over his toe and realized that she had come again.

“Come, baby, come,” she encouraged him, moving faster and faster now. “Don’t hold back. Give me that seed. Spread it all over me. Give me my necklace!”

He groaned aloud and clutched her shoulders.

And then, he spurted out his come.

It kept coming and coming. It coated hr face and fell down into the top of her thrusting cleavage. She moved back and let the semen splash her neck, drawing her fingers across to anoint it around her till it indeed looked like she was wearing a necklace of his come.

He let his head fall back into the thick carpet.

He had not yet spun out of control. He wanted more of her!

A short time later, fortified with the fiery liquid she made him drink, he flipped her onto hr back over the chair. Hunched behind her, he let his shaft plunge inside her. She screamed with pleasure as he slammed in and out of her with a pace that astonished him.

Slipping out of her, he made her stand on the carpet and entered her standing up. She let her hips encircle his thighs as he entered her and he laughed as he moved in and out of her, moving them around the room.

But when he came, he did not forget her breasts. He flipped her over again so that she was lying on her back, straddled her chest and slipped his prick back between her breasts.

“Let me swallow you when you come,” she breathed.

When he reached the point of no return, he crawled up, dragging his shaft over hr neck till it was buried in her mouth. He pummeled her mouth as she sucked him, letting his come rip out of his prick.

For the finale, early in the morning, he took her in the good old missionary position. She spread her legs languidly, allowing him to climb the saddle and wrapped her thighs around him as he slipped his hard prick inside her pussy.

This time around, he again pulled himself up above her and masturbated all over her heaving breasts.

When he walked out in the twilight of the next morning, she had smiled and kissed him lovingly on his lips, refusing to take the bundle of notes he had slipped into hr hand.

“That was for me. And don’t tell the others, okay?”

******

A week later, the Big Man put it across to them. Sitting in the dinghy bar and sipping whiskey, he said,

“I got it fixed up, all right. The whore is ready to take all of us together!”

Thin Man blanched, almost spilling his drink.

“W-what??”

Big Man smiled and Small Man chuckled.

“A gang bang, man. Let’s all fuck her together. There’s nothing like a gang bang. You see the other guy giving it to her and it inflames you. Makes you work harder!”

“Oh c’mon,” Thin Man muttered, looking forlorn. “She doesn’t deserve it!”

“Hey man,” Small Man said. “We are talking about a big time lovely whore. Not a fucking princess!”

“She certainly seems like one,” Thin Man protested and that made the other two laugh.

“Look buddy. We leave town tomorrow. You are okay, but him and me have got wives. We gotta answer them. A car can fail only for so much time. Besides, we haven’t called them at all ever since we hit the town!”

“And fucked the baby!” Small Man chortled.

“So. We have just one night. I told her yesterday that we would like a French sandwich. Agreed, she didn’t seem to be too excited initially, but you know me. I ain’t been selling coolers to the Eskimos for nothing, you know!”

And so the deal was settled. Albeit, reluctance from one friend.

******

When they trooped into the castle that night, the old hag was not around. So they directly climbed the stairs, startled that today the place was lit up with so many candles that it seemed like it was day, not night.

Also, that night, the woman met them in the door, stark naked.

“Wow!” Big Man grinned, his hands moving to his belt, unfastening it.

“Oh shit!” Small Man mumbled at the sight of her naked body. “Look at that piece of cunt! Oh god, those tits and pussy!”

“Naked for us, huh?” Big Man laughed, stripping off his clothes. “Could hardly wait to sample three cocks a the same time, huh?”

His prick jutted out, hard and oozing with pre cum juice. “Oh lady, you turn my cock on!”

Small Man too was naked in a flash, stroking his erect prick. “Oh god, that body! Oh my god, we are gonna love fucking it! It’s gonna be good!”

Thin Man seemed to be confused. But the sight of the beautiful, voluptuous and naked woman was getting to him. As if in a daze, he fumbled at his zipper.

“So beautiful!” he croaked, sliding the zip down.

“Take off the pants, man, not just the zipper!” roared the Big Man, stepping into the room, seizing the woman and kissing her hard on her mouth. He braced his arms together and pulled her tiny waist to him, rubbing is shaft over hr belly.

Small Man was quick to follow. He stepped up behind her and putting his hands over her neck, nuzzled her back, sliding his hands between her and Big Man’s body to grab hr heavy breasts.

“Never could get enough of these,” he muttered, pulling her nipples roughly.

She pulled her mouth away from Big Man’s and twisting around, kissed the Small Man on his mouth.

“How do you want it?” she asked breathlessly.

“The cunt is impatient,” laughed the Big Man, pulling down one of her hands and wrapping it around his hard on. “Pull on my dong, baby, go ahead and jerk it while I think of the possibilities!”

The Tiny Mann had by now slipped out of his clothes. He was sprouting an immense erection.

“Man!” Small Man said, “This joker’s got a hell of a dong!”

Big Man looked at his friend’s erection almost enviously.

“How do we do it?” she repeated, reaching out to grab the Big Man’s and Small man’s pricks simultaneously, rubbing them furiously.

Big Man frowned, as if in deep thought.

“Okay, cunt, here’s the scene. You sit on my top facing me and lower that hot cunt on my cock. Small Man wants to fuck your tits. The bozo’s crazy about it ever since he got the info from Tiny Man here.”

She looked almost accusingly at Tiny Man who was now walking towards her.

“T-they m-made me t-tell…” he stammered.

“That’s okay, kid,” Big Man laughed, slipping down on the wide ornate chair. “She’s a whore and we pay for her services.”

“So, you little piece of hot cunt,” he continued, jerking his shaft up and down. “You face me and sit on my cock. I lean back and Small guy straddles you and fucks your tits. And,” he grinned wickedly, “lover boy’s gonna slip his dong in your ass!”

“N-no!” shouted Tiny Man.

“W-what?? You don’t want to fuck her ass?” Small Man sounded piqued, striding around the chair on which the Big Man sat.

“He will get around!” chuckled the Big Man. “Now, baby, get yourself up here, spread your fucking legs and lower that hot cunt of yours over my cock! Small, get between us and crouch on the armchair. That way you will be able to slip your dick between her tits.”

She stumbled forward when Big Man pulled her down over him. She spread her thighs and when she slid down, his shaft easily entered her moist hole.

“Ahh, what a pussy!” Big Man groaned, lifting his hips up and down even as she began to slam herself over and above him.

She had to arch herself back so that she could bare her naked breasts to Small Man. He had climbed on the armchair and was adjusting his height so that he could slip his shaft between her jiggling breasts.

“Hold those tits together, buddy,” Small Man screeched and Big Man complied.

“Ride me baby, ride me,” he chortled.

Small Man gripped her shoulders and began to rock up and down to slide his prick in the valley of her breasts.

She had her back to the Tiny Man and he now walked tentatively towards her. His shaft was erect all right, but he just couldn’t bring himself to slip the knob inside her anal opening.

So he did the best he could. He laid his prick in the gap of her buttock cheeks and folded the firm flesh to wrap it between them. And then, without letting his prick penetrate her, he began to slide it back and forth between them.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me!” Big Man grunted.

“Oh god,” Small Man groaned. “Her tits are just like her pussy. Hot and tight. Oh mama! I love fucking them. Look at my dick poking up between those beauties.”

Big Man craned his neck to look at the sight of his friend ‘s prick sliding in and out of the woman’s breasts.

“Can you take the tip of his cock when it pokes up>” he asked.

She tried hard by lowering her mouth. But he was too small.

“Tell you what! Let’s rearrange ourselves,” Big Man said, pushing her off. “Small will fuck your ass, I will fuck your cunt an tiny here will fuck your tits. He’s got a long cock and I’m sure you can take it in your mouth when he fucks those boobs.”

They fell to the carpet and the Big Man told Tiny to ‘fuck her tits the other way around’ meaning to straddle her face.

Tiny hesitated, but eventually, he got around to it. He lowered his buttocks gently over the woman’s face and slid his prick into the valley of her breasts from above.

Big Man crouched over her, his prick slamming in and out of her as she lay on top of Small Man. The Small Man, laying below her thrust his hips to and fro, feeding his prick into her hot pussy.

“Oh my, oh my, fuck my holes,” she screeched, her body, now a mass of moving and writhing flesh.

Her face was hidden from view with the Tiny Man’s buttocks. But the other two could see her contorted face.

And that’s when the transformation took place.

Big Man and Small Man spurted their come inside her holes, grunting and groaning. Tiny Man gasped, sliding his prick faster and faster between her heavenly breasts.

The long, lustrous brown hair suddenly became shorter before Big Man and Small Man’s eyes. They were watching her as she thrashed around the floor in ecstasy.

The lovely face, so young and firm suddenly crinkled and the wrinkles appeared across them.

The firm flesh that they were so used to so far suddenly looked loose, haggard and old.

Her buttocks sagged and her stomach dimpled with age. Her legs looked like they were affected by arthritis.

The firm flesh of her body slaked and when he opened her mouth, the melody was missing. She cackled.

Only hr eyes remained as they had been before. Blue. Stark blue.

She suddenly became the old hag who used to greet them at the door.

Big Man and Small Man saw the changes and their jaws slackened. Even before they could ejaculate, they felt the cold clammy hands clutch their hearts.

They rolled over. Dead.

Only the Tiny Man hadn’t seen her face as he spurted his juices across her breasts though he could feel the flesh go slack.

And as he raised his to he ceiling, he could see the back of the old hag shuffling away out the door.

She was cackling with laughter.

******

The Visitor drained his last drink, disappointed that the enormous bulge in his trousers had gone away.

“Why should I believe you?” he asked.

The old man looked at him with his piercing eyes.

“There was only one man she did not look at when it happened, my friend. And it happened just a couple of years ago.”

“So?”

“Look at me. Two years ago, I was thirty-five. My wife died in a crash on our honeymoon.”

The Visitor’s yes widened.

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t I look older?”

“I told you that you are almost a hundred years old!”

“Well, I am not. You see, my friend, I am the Tiny Man."
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