Message-ID: <2664eli$9708061614@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "a.m" Subject: Black Magic (Short Story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: ------------------------------------------- NOTE: This is a short erotic story. As the author, I retain all copyrights -- but it may be posted and downloaded for readers to enjoy. Comments welcomed, but send to following email address: s.a.m@usa.net ------------------------------------------ BLACK MAGIC By: s.a.m Joseph was having big trouble, and it had all started over the stupidest thing, something he usually ignored but that just suddenly seemed intolerable. Now, as a result of his outburst, he was feeling miserable, missing Jenny worse than he'd ever imagined. It was the pits, really, to be alone and missing her so bad... It had happened six weeks ago, but it seemed forever to him; Jenny was the kind of girl who was soft-hearted, always kind to everyone. So when he'd seen her talking to that guy, Kevin, the football hunk no less, he should have known she was just being nice. But no, he had to lose his temper, pitch a jealous fit and end up losing her. How could he have done something so dumb? Now, walking along the rainy streets on a dreary afternoon, he was heading home to his narrow, empty room, where he'd been buried the last few weeks. He knew his mom was getting worried, because she gave him a probing, curious look, sometimes a veiled sideways glance of nervousness when she thought he wasn't aware she was watching him. Hey, so he spent most of the time locked up in his room! Was it a crime, for chrissakes? This was the last day of October, and he smiled at the idea of Halloween, the spooky atmosphere in the neighborhood, bare skeletal treelimbs, drenched in the rainy, foggy mist, a perfect climate for the kids tonight. He grinned wider, thinking of his own late-night plans...and wondered if his reading into the magic rituals would work? Could he create the right potent spell to summon spirits to help him win back Jenny? When he'd locked himself in his bedroom, he looked at the few books he'd collected on magic rituals -- not enough information, probably, but all he really needed was just the basics. Or at least, that's what he figured, and after all, who was he going to ask in this conservative, Christian region of the South? Joseph laughed aloud, imagining how such a question would shock the old lady next door; she'd have a stroke, he figured, and the idea was sobering. If he had a computer, he knew there'd be a way to learn more; but that was impossible, his mom worked hard just for them to get by, his dad long gone, just a vague memory now. No, he knew there was no one in this area he could ask about these matters, so he'd read a few books from the library, put together what he thought was a loose pattern of magic ritual, just enough to invoke a spell, seek assistance from good spirits. The night was lively, little kids trick-or- treating, and though Joseph was only sixteen, he felt light-years older than the bunch of laughing, chattering children rushing from door to door in the neighborhood. Nonetheless, he had fun giving out treats, annoying the kids about who they were, how ugly or scary they looked. When his mom left at ten for her shift at the hospital, he eagerly retreated to his room, began digging out candles, a thin silk ribbon, some other stuff he'd collected; then, he laid out the ribbon in a circle, put two tall candles on a small stand, centered a mirror between them, and lit the candles, flicked out the overhead light. Quickly, he knelt before the small wooden stand, staring into the reflected candleflames in the mirror, feeling sort of ridiculous. But he'd come this far, he might as well begin the chants he'd memorized, and try it... His strange words started out as mere whispers, then grew into a singsong chant, and the longer he stared into the mirror, the weirder he felt, becoming almost light-headed, sort of dizzy as his eyes gradually became unfocused in a steady gaze at the wavy, trembly flames wavering in the dark mirror. The room seemed to disappear, and Joseph was feeling more and more sleepy, his eyelids drooping heavily now, his body feeling weightless, invisible, almost a floating sensation...the chanting seeming to come from far off...and then, his head dropped forward, and that was the last thing he knew until a loud clap of thunder woke him. At first, he was disorientated, but then saw the melted candles, a small flame in one still burning, and knew he'd fallen asleep for chrissakes! Mumbling angrily to himself, he got up and snuffed out the candle, stumbled to the bed and fell into it, disgusted with himself. This had to be the lowest point of his despair, and as he felt sleep overcoming him, he knew he had to forget about Jenny or he'd lose it altogether. A soft, murmuring voice was singing in a haunting melody when Joseph began to waken, his eyes opening slowly, the room illuminated by a streetlamp outside his window. It was eerie now with a bluish light, the room suffused in a glowing dreamlike mist...didn't look real, and he wondered if he was dreaming? But then he caught a wisp of movement out of the corner of his eye, sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, thinking he'd get up, turn on the light when he suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder, just a soft brush of something like wingtips. He snapped his head sideways, looking around him, behind him, but seen nothing, yet there was a soft pressure at his shoulder, and he felt a chill run over him, his body shuddering. Then the words came as if from within his own mind: "You have summoned me to do your bidding." Joseph went rigid, unable to move, paralyzed with fear; he glanced around, saw nothing, the room still hazy with that peculiar blue mist. He wanted to get up, get out of this room, right now! As he swung his legs off the bed, he felt a soft, warm flow of silky sensation surround his body, something he couldn't describe, just a silken swirl of motion forcing him to lie back down on the bed, his pulse quickening, his mind racing with wild panic. "The fear you feel, the fear is for my touch, you are tingling with the fear, you are afraid and fear is the other side of desire." Joseph let out a shocked gasp, the whispery words he'd heard now definitely outside his mind, and as he turned to gaze at the corner, he saw a shimmering image begin to form, a white misty substance shaping into a voluptuous woman with long, thick, wavy blond hair, her eyes like blue sparks in her tiny, angelic face. She was smiling a haunting smile, a sad smile as she seemed to float toward him, her voice more distinct now, her words no longer whispery but low, sultry, "You have summoned me from the Back of Beyond, you ask that I help you." Joseph was feeling the impact of her presence now, and it embarrassed him, for the closer she got, he more he felt a slow, burning need building in his groin. He'd not quite accepted the fact that he had to jerk off to relieve the sexual needs of his body, and it wasn't like Jenny ever let him go all the way, but he'd tried to hide his growing desires, not let anyone know how badly he wanted sex. Her words were like tender flower-petals, "I know your need, I am here to make love to you." This had to be a dream, he thought, afraid to move and awaken from this beautiful, erotic encounter...but he couldn't help squirming slightly as the woman began taking off her long white gown, undoing the high-top collar buttons, then slowly, slowly easing it off her shoulders, down past her arms as he saw her firm, swollen breasts, then lower, the gown falling quickly to the floor and her standing before him naked, the powerful image making him straining hard, his penis aching and sensitive against his undershorts. She swam before his eyes, real and unreal, a glowing, shimmering whiteness of unbearable beauty, naked, pale skin like finest silk, her flowing golden hair falling below her tiny waist, her blue eyes like stars in a milky universe as she gazed at him longingly, her low, sweet voice saying, "I want to feel so badly, I want to be human as you are, my love. Make me feel, hold me, help me?" And he realized he was reaching out for her, his arms opening as she slid into his embrace, a warm glow engulfing him as her satin-soft form melted over him, into him, the strangest feeling he'd ever known, a heat now generated all over him, her form feeling like flesh, but of a silky texture and warmth he'd never touched. She seemed to surround him, flow like warm honey over his body, the sensual excitement flooding him, his erection painfully hot, pulsating as she moved to his side, her arm lowering, her hand reaching for him, easing her fingers inside the shorts, that first touch almost enough to make him cum, and he gasped, flinched, felt his body tense and his automatic response down there, hips lifting, erection thrusting upward into her hand, wanting, not wanting, needing, not needing as her fingers caressed and teased, tempted him, her body molten hot and searing him with passionate intensity; she seemed to stretch and expand, then meld to him, the feeling of flesh so real he knew he couldn't be dreaming, couldn't be... His body rose and fell with her rhythm, and he watched as she slowed the pace, yet he looked down to his rigid erection, saw it was exposed, he was not inside her, not joined to her in any way... yet, oh god, how good it felt, the swimming, swinging movement atop him, her image like bright hot light, testing his control, the way she stared at him, her blue eyes sad in that tiny angelic face...a small smile of satisfaction as she watched his intensely erotic responses, her lips lowering to his, the taste of her real, yes, real it had to be real, it was too much, she was moving faster now, the feeling of her tongue inside his mouth, her sweet surrender in a sudden wetness pulling his erection into a deep, tight tunnel that reeled him, sent him speeding into a blind, mindless groaning blissful shattering, his thrusts upward into her, hard, hard, hard and fast, fast, faster...now, exploding into her, he closed his eyes, cried out in ecstasy, the explosion of hot juice rising up, up, up and bursting, flooding out in jets of uncontrollable gushing, his cries lower as the spasms lessened, his eyes opening to see he was alone, his receding climax still tender-hurt as his erection faded, penis slowly, slowly losing the hardness, his disbelief as he saw the wet splatter of his jism across the blank white sheets, his emptiness as the reality of it hit him: He was alone. Stunned, he lay there for a long time, feeling the sticky wetness drying, becoming uncomfortable ...wondering if he'd indeed summoned a spirit or had it all been a wet dream? Did spirits, good spirits, make love to humans? He didn't know, it was all so weird. Yet, when he stood, intending to go to the bathroom, he saw something lying on the floor by the bed. Joseph bent down, lifted the soft white gown in his hands, trembling with awe and wonder... Magic, it had been magic! The question that crept into his mind though, knowing what had happened, was one he couldn't answer: Was it black magic? Had it been an evil spirit or a good spirit in his bedroom, making love to him on this full moon Halloween night? When Jenny called him the next morning, wanting to get back together, Joseph realized the spirit had left him a gift from their night together and that spirits move in mysterious ways. 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