Message-ID: <30526asstr$991339810@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Shon Richards" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 05:43:35 PDT Subject: {ASSM} RP "Black Magic Muses" {Shon Richards} (M/FFF, Muses) Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 16:10:10 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, kelly This is a story about sex, so you should be an adult when you read this. This story contains oral sex, intercourse, anal and black magic, though I would recommend you be careful when doing anal. This story is mine, but feel free to archive it as long as you don't make any money from it. The author is on his knees, asking for comments at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net This story is dedicated to Fionibeth, Elexzeta and Tikimisia. Black Magic Muses By Shon Richards The right components for casting a summoning spell are easy to find. You just need to realize what kind of supernatural spirit you're looking for. I had a stack of Playboys from the 70's, a rare Butterfly Tattoo Art Barbie doll, and one of the few remaining photos of my bachelor party stripper. Placing them in the sacrificial kettle, I ceremoniously chopped them up into little bitty pieces. The demons don't care if you burn your sacrifices, just as long as you destroy them. Why do you think they call it a sacrifice? As you can tell, I was trying to summon the Patron Muses of Erotic Fame and Skill. Reading from "The Sixty-nine sins of Sister Sarah Bedford," I chanted loudly, though I was careful not to drown out Dawson's Creek playing in the living room. My wife really hates it when my spell casting interrupts her shows. Halfway through my second chant, the smoke began to pour from the flameless sacrifice that I had set. Dark smoke billowed, churned and spun as it formed the smooth silky outline of woman. My chanting faltered as perfectly rounded buttocks hovered inches away from me. This was the hard part about summoning, resisting the temptation to take a bite out of something demonic. A lovely form solidified out of the smoke, naked and, well, hairless, but you got to give these demons time. As the first demon hovered in the air and began the process of clothing and, well, 'hairing' herself, I was surprised to see another demon begin to appear. Hot Diggity! I haven't had two demons appear since I needed help writing "Laura in White." Sure, the price was going to be higher but I was excited to enjoy the blessings of two Erotic Demons. I was sure to get my wish now! These high expectations were knocked aside as I saw a THIRD form appear. "Oh fuck," I said, incidentally breaking the chant. It was hard enough making deals with one demon, I wasn't sure if I could handle three. The dreaded "3D" as known in occult circles has been the downfall of lesser erotic writers than me. I still wasn't scared; I was very greedy to try my luck. With three Demons, I might even get that Pirate story finished that I've been threatening to do. The three demons formed their bodies from the ether and came complete with accessories. The first demon had long flowing black hair that curled and teased itself as it appeared. Her skin was of a dark olive complexion, free of any moles or imperfections. Well, if you don't count the bat wings flowing from her back as imperfections, that is. The wings were the normal leathery looking demon wings with a six-foot wingspan, but they weren't holding my attention. My eyes were happily enjoying the sight of her heavy breasts solidifying in the air. Demons have the ability to form Wonderbra like breasts without the need for said apparel, and I wanted to get as good a look as I could before she began to form clothes on her lovely body. Two glowing orbs told me she would have blue eyes, when she got around to making them. The second demon was of a paler, almost white, skin tone. Slender, elfin, almost wispy, her physical body didn't seem much more substantial than the smoke she came from. Red hair crowned her, a shimmering red that couldn't decide between the shades she could pick. As I watched, an explosion of freckles covered her body, secret marks that adorned her much better than the gown that soon covered her body. She had wings as well, leathery and bat shaped, but the color of blood. The glowing green orbs eventually melted into soft, deep eyes. My attention was drawn to the third demoness as her body writhed in the process of becoming. Beautiful brown eyes formed first, full of mischief and energy. Muscles, powerful and lithe, rippled all over her, and I found a new appreciation for a strong feminine back. Her breasts were still large despite her muscular frame, but I've come to accept the vanity of Demonesses when it comes to their chests. A modest amount of brown hair grew from her head into a page-cut, which gave her a slightly Asian appearance. Her wings were small, incapable of flight, yet remarkably female in the curves that flowed from her back. When the Demonesses were nearly clothed and beginning to crowd inside the pentagram I had laid on the sheets I made my move. "Announce yourself, honored creatures of the Realm Beyond. State your Names and your Heritage!" I said as bravely as I could. Despite the formality of my demands, they weren't recommended in any sacred text. I had read it in an Alan Moore comic, and thought it might get me more respect from my ensorcelled charges. Who says comic books rot the mind? "I am Elexzeta, daughter of a Demoness and one of the High Priests of Sodom!" the olive-skinned one shouted. She was clad now in a very distracting leopard tanktop and skirt that barely restrained the bounty of her body. It was obvious she saw the Shania Twain poster on the wall behind her: the outfit was a direct match. Demonesses have a nasty habit of appearing clothed in familiar fantasies. "I am known as Fionibeth, daughter of a Demoness and Roger Bacon," the henna haired Hell-spawned declared. The lovely red tresses were now piled upon her head, while a complicated green gown decorated her body. We had meet before, she helped me write "Laura in Green." In fact, the dress was an exact match for the one in the story. I tried not to think about the easy access the dress could allow to a questing hand. "My name is Tikimisia, daughter of a Demoness and Anais Nin," the third one said, rather nicely actually. It took me a moment to place her clothes, as they consisted simply of blue jeans and a blue tie-dye shirt. They were my wife's clothes, and for a moment, Tikimisia's friendly smile and casual demeanor had me more frightened than the other two combined. "Listen carefully, oh Great and Powerful Muses of Forbidden Skill and Fame," I said as I took deep breaths. "Your skills and powers have granted me success in writing stories for Newsgroups, but now I ask for an even greater example of your power. Maria Gonzales has started an award process called the Golden Clittorides, asking for nominations and votes from those who read Alt.Sex.Stories.Discussions." "Due to your previous contributions to my writings, I have been nominated as one out of six in the Best Erotic Writer category. The final vote takes place at September 14, and I want to entreat you glorious three to grant me the fame to win it all! Although I did not intend to summon the three of you, I see now that such a small request would be easy for your combined might." Before I could launch into my preplanned flattery, Fionibeth cut me off. "You ungrateful wretch!" Fionibeth said, laughing all the while. Only a demoness could manage to almost fall out of a gown's top with a B-cup. "There are hundreds of writers online, isn't it enough to have been nominated into the top six?" "I don't know," I said. "I've got a competitive personality?" "Sounds more like over compensating for something, if you know what I mean . . . " Elexzeta whispered, more than loud enough for me to hear. "It's not like that," I tried to explain. "I'm just stunned as Hell that I got nominated, and now I want more." "Really," Elexzeta agreed, shifting from one long, lovely leg to another. "What more do you want? Nude pictures from your fans? A writing contract? Money?" "Hey, don't get me wrong," I said before the women could start on a rant. "I'm proud of myself, and I couldn't be happier with my fans. The thing is, I know that at least Janey is already cheating and campaigning for her votes. You should see some of the things she tried to bribe me with!" "Who else is talented enough to be your competition?" Tikimisia said, with an amazing amount of sincerity. Damn, this one was going to be trouble; she almost has me believing that she's nice. "Here's the list," I said as I handed each of them a print out. Demoness Summoning is all about the preparation. "Fuck! Brownen? Do you realize the supernatural forces she has on her side?" Elexzeta scowled. "When I stole a story of hers, she had St. Nick tie me up and play 'reindeer' games for a year!" "Al Steiner?" Tikimisia asked. "I head this guy employs a full coven of Wiccan Police Officers that engage in ritualistic orgies for his stories." "I still can't believe you're going up against Janey," my former associate, Fionibeth said. "That woman has talent, unlike some mortals in this room I could mention." "Well, you wouldn't be mentioning MichaelD, because that man has talent to burn. Not to mention about a hundred fans burning candles in the hopes that he gets a divorce," Elexzeta commented. "Where's Vicky Morgan?" Fionibeth asked. "Are the readers blind from jerking off too much not to see her talent?" "Oh great, Miss Behavin's on the list too!" Tikimisia shouted. "Remember that great story, 'Visions?'" All three of the Demonesses sighed. "Hey now, hey now, let's remember who summoned you, all right?" Sheesh, even my own Patron Muses were fans of my competition. "You've seen the list, and you realize how badly I need your help. Can you do it?" "Oh, we can do it," Elexzeta purred, her hands moving seductively over her leopard print clothes. "It's just going to cost you. Are you willing to give up your immortal soul?" I remembered the seventh sin of Sister Bedford, and the secret she discovered. "Nope, you're going to have to ask for something else," I said. "Oh well, we tried," Fionibeth said she picked a piece of imaginary lint off her shapely hip. "Let's see now, to pay my price for this service, I request that you give me . . . your autographed Ashyln Gere poster." Argh! That was the only porn memorabilia I had left from my pre-marriage days left! Damn, these Demonesses really knew how to make sure you REALLY wanted their help. I grudgingly assented. "MY request is simpler," Elexzeta said, her dark eyes sultrily half open. "Simply give me your homemade Barbie Brothel, and we'll call it even. I want to sneak it into Santa's toy bag and see him catch some blame for corrupting youth." Double argh! It took me a month to make the Barbie Brothel, a silly project that I had to make or else I would never stop thinking about it. It even has mirrors on the ceilings. If it sounds like I have too much time and too much libido, then you have an accurate picture of me. Trying not to think about the time it'll take for me to build another one, I agreed. "Good, it's my turn," Tikimisia said. "I demand you give me, an autograph." "What!" the other two yelled in unison. "You're supposed to ask for something rare and valuable!" "It is rare!" Tikimisia snapped back. "How many fans of Shon Richards actually have an autograph written by his own hands?" I relaxed. Tikimisia wasn't deviously evil, she was just a fan. The two can be hard to separate sometimes. "Not so fast, we have one last demand," Fionibeth declared. "We demand . . . credits." "Credits?" I said, my blood chilling. "You heard us," Fionibeth said, her freckles distracting in the lamp light. "Instead of keeping us a secret, we want to be credited in the beginning. Not as your proofreaders either, we won't take that blame." "It's a deal," I said, and to my relief, the negotiations were over. "Break this pentagram and let's get to work," Elexzeta demanded, already trying to find the zipper for her skirt. It's common occult knowledge that Erotic Demons seal all their deals through sex. It has something to do with he fact that God punished them for their wicked ways by forcing them to only have sex with those who could summon them from the Ether. This makes them horny, extremely manipulatable by people like me, and very cranky when summoned by a prudish wizard. In fact, they won't even complete their side of any bargains if you don't make them climax. Kind of like wives when you think about it. This also explains what Sister Bedford meant by "Be careful that you do not call up what you can not get off." Speaking of wives. "Excuse me, I need to check on something," I told the demons as I opened the bedroom door. "Honey-Muffin? I have to sleep with three beautiful Muses in order to win the Golden Clittoride competition. Are you cool with that?" Silence. Then, "You're taking me to a movie then," she yelled. "Dinner too!" My wife drives a hard bargain. I had a feeling it would be "Runaway Bride" and a steak dinner. Oh well, it was a worthy sacrifice to defeat such talented writers. Do my fans understand the trials I face? Returning to my bedroom to close my demonic pact, I discovered that the three had changed reality in my bedroom again. Instead of a small apartment room, it was now a sprawling harem room, complete with curtains, a pool, hundreds of pillows and trays of food everywhere. The roof was made of glass, and showed a beautiful moonlight sky that I knew wasn't from North Carolina. The pleasant scent of perfume was everywhere, with a touch of vanilla. The furniture and curtains were dazzling, certainly made from the richest fabrics. The colors were brilliant, yet cleverly, none of the colors were brighter than the three demons I had summoned. Vanity is inherent in all types of women. "Let's get this over with," I said, feigning disinterest. Never show a Demoness you're horny. That isn't written anywhere, but it seems like good advice. "Wait one minute," Fionibeth said, her green gown clinging somehow tighter to her body. "First, we must explain the Law as it was laid down to us at the time of our Punishment." "Fine," I said as I sank comfortably into an oversized plush pillow. Elexzeta came forward and laid down the law. "As it is our curse to never achieve orgasm until the mortal reaches climax first, we must warn you fairly. If you are unable to climax, and you leave us unsatisfied, then you shall suffer the curse of bad stories for a decade and a day. Just because there are three of us, there will be no mercy. If you fail to satisfy us all, the curse will fall on you. Do you understand?" "Sure," I said. Of course I knew this. Gossip has it that M1ke Hunt tried to boff a dozen of these demons at the same time and failed horribly. No one knows if he'll ever return, or if he'll even be able to get an erection again. I had no plans on joining him. Told you I had a big ego. "Second, because we draw our power from your seed, it will be important for you to deposit your soma into the right orifice," explained Fionibeth. "You are extremely lucky that we orgasm instantly at the drop of a man's semen, or else you would surely fail. Since I will be the one who changes people's hearts on how they feel about your alleged 'erotic writings', I will need you to climax inside my sex. This will affect them directly at the core of their sexual preferences." Elexzeta spoke next. "For the power to cause the voters to spread your fame to their friends, I will need you to spill your seed into my mouth." Damn, women are sexy when they say that. "Wait a minute!" Tikimisia shouted, a realization appearing on her cute face. "That's right Tikimisia," Fionibeth said with a sneer on pale lips. "As the youngest among us, it will fall on you to cause voters to get off their asses and actually vote. To do this, Shon must pour himself into your ass." "Ewwwww," Tikimisia and I said at the same time. That's one Hellhole I had no intention of ever exploring in my lifetime. Oh well, it's just another first I must accomplish if I want this spell to work. "Now that you know the feats you must perform," Elexzeta said, "do you have the sacrifices we require of you?" "Got them right with me," I said as I unloaded their haul. I gave away my Barbie Brothel, and Elexzeta placed it happily into a sack I hadn't seen before. Fionibeth took my Ashlyn Gere poster, and eagerly put it as well into the mysterious sack. I got to wonder about that sack--will some lucky summoner be able to cajole some demons into getting him a special autographed poster now? Finally, I signed a printed copy of my story "To the Victor." Tikimisia watched as I signed it 'Shon ______" To my surprise, she squealed and kissed me as she took the autographed story. She stuffed the story down her shirt, somehow making it disappear into her cleavage. "All right, how do we start this?" I said, trying not to let my guard down just because I have a Demoness as a fan. "I call dibs!" Fionibeth yelled as she grabbed the back of my head by the hair. God, I love the damned, they're always so ready to go. Fionibeth pulled my head towards her for a kiss, showing that even a Demoness likes lip action. A thousand years of frustration poured from her lips, her tongue seeking desperately for human contact. As hard as she kissed, her lips always remained as soft as flower petals, yet her hands clawed at me with barely restrained savagery. She tasted of strawberries, her kisses drowning me with wet sweetness. My hands wrapped around to the back of Fionibeth's dress, grabbing eagerly through fabric and unknown lingerie to squeeze her prominent ass. I kept her pinned to me as we kissed, letting her know that I had no intention of holding anything back tonight. She moaned into my kissing mouth as she pressed her hips to mine, her needs making her very much human. I promised things with my mouth, wishes of lust, flesh and heat that only a mortal could bring to her. In return, her gasping breaths and clawing hands gave me permission to make as many offerings as I was able. Around us, the other demons were not idle. Tikimisia was behind me, her whispers in my ear caressing me with forbidden dreams. Her body was against my back, her breasts crushed against me. I could feel her hands running down my sides, as if inspecting the vessel for the voyage ahead. The touch of her hair as it brushed my neck was electric, causing me to shiver in the embrace of the two Muses. Then her fingers hooked in my collar, and without any pressure at all on my neck, she easily ripped my shirt apart. My shock was covered by Fionibeth's mouth, so I couldn't protest at all as Tikimisia destroyed my jeans in a similar manner. Behind Fionibeth, I could feel Elexzeta at work. She was flicking the buttons on Fionibeth's dress open, popping open an expanding valley of receding cloth. The dress was falling apart in my hands, and as more skin was exposed, the more excited I became. From time to time, Elexzeta would pause to nip a finger of mine into her mouth. From my position of drowning in Fionibeth's kisses, I could only imagine the sight of the olive beauty drawing my appendages into her lips. However, no imagination was needed to enjoy the sensations of her tongue, as they gave my fingers a preview of the manipulations to come. Without a word between the Muses, they began to push me back onto a bed of plush pillows. Tikimisia moved gracefully out from under me as I fell. I guess those wings do come in handy. As I lay in the tattered remains of my clothes, I was witness to the emergence of Fionibeth's glory. Standing before me, her wings spread in full exertion, the shimmering redhead let her gorgeous gown of green fall from her body. My breath was lost at the sight of her wispy body, pale as a baby's skin, yet dotted with freckles that bloomed from her face and traveled downwards to her fairy like breasts. Still modestly covered here and there with a black bra and underwear, she gave me the pleasure of watching her undress in a more human manner. Bending here, stretching there, she stripped to her natural presence. A modest tangle of red hair obscured her secret temple, yet the first glints of dew were already shining forth. I extended my hand to Fionibeth, pacts, valuables and schemes forgotten in this moment of admiration. She took it tenderly, and then fell towards my prone body. Her wings slowed her descent, so for a blissful full minute, I was able to touch her beautiful body before it meet mine. I cupped her breasts, letting the nipples fall slowly into my waiting palms and letting my fingers carefully absorb her almost nonexistent weight. Every man should enjoy the feeling of a breast as it fills your hand just once in his life. When her body did meet with mine, the kissing resumed again. Only this time, there were four famished mouths at this feast. Fionibeth ate her full at my chest, her thin hair tracing across her path as she kissed and suckled at my nipples. Tikimisia was between our collective legs, her mouth alternating between kissing my thighs and Fionibeth's. My pelvis twisted as her mouth strayed dangerously close and then teasingly farther away. Elexzeta loomed above me, and kissed my mouth before I knew she was there. Once again, her tongue told me of what awaited for me, as it twirled, twisted, tangled and teased my shocked and violated mouth. Violation never tasted so good. When our bodies were no longer curious about each other, and when our hungers refused any more appetizers, Fionibeth and I shifted to a more filling position. Straddling me, and with Tikimisia holding my cock upwards, Fionibeth descended upon me. I pushed through her lips as if they were water, since they were just as wet. The water turns to a storm, as powerful currents grip me, battering my cock with a hurricane of thrusts. Fionibeth's hands are curling in my chest hair as she rides her tempest out. My knees are slightly raised, as I want to enjoy the flurry of motions as her buttocks rub my thighs. I go impossibly deep into her and I understand why men would give their souls to be drawn into her depths. I lose track of the other two demons as I impale Fionibeth over and over again. Maybe they kissed me, maybe they kissed her or maybe they kissed each other, I really have no idea. All I recall is the uncharacteristic look of adoration in Fionibeth's green eyes as she rode herself to a much-needed climax. I remember the way her hair bounced like a slow motion shampoo commercial as she twisted her head in frenzied bliss. And of course, I remember the powerful and all too fast surging of my cock as I expelled my orgasm. Fionibeth's reaction was immediate, as her body drank my seed and responded with her own orgasm. There was the sound of crashing thunder, and Fionibeth's body trembled with extended pleasure. Her thrusting stopped, and a smile started at her face and spread through her entire body. Remembering earlier bouts with Fionibeth, I gently rolled her over, and disentangled myself from her. She was going to be useless for a few minutes; a demoness's body is almost as useless as a man's after sex. I didn't mind, it does wonderful things to a man's ego to be able to knock out his lovers with an orgasm. It certainly wasn't going to happen in the real world anytime soon! "That's one down," Tikimisia said, crawling on the bed beside me. "Would you like something to eat before you begin work on my part of the deal?" I took a small sandwich from the tray of food beside the bed. A Demoness thinks of everything. Washing it down with a pitcher of water, I had to get off the bed as Elexzeta pushed Tikimisia out of the way. "You'll have to wait till I'm done," Elexzeta said. "There's no way that I'm going AFTER you. Besides, maybe after I'm done, it'll be a slicker fit." It's pretty bad when you have to perform a sex act that even a Demoness finds squickening. On the other hand, it's not everyday that a woman fights to suck my cock. So far, I haven't received any fanmail to that effect, no matter how much I've asked for it. "You know this is flattering but it's going to be a while before any of us do anything," I said, my cock shrinking from it's previous exertions. "That is unacceptable," Elexzeta said, and she reached out and grabbed my offending member. Tossing the pitcher of water behind me, I laughed as I fell in bed with the Muses. Elexzeta's held my face to her bosom, something that I offered no resistance to. She was still wearing the leopard print halter-top, but it was easy to slip it up over her abundant chest. I loved the look of her dusky skin, especially as it reddened from my mouth constantly kissing every inch of her. Between her cleavage, under the swelling of her breasts and tracing with my tongue the path from her breasts to her arms, I was worshipping her generous offerings. Elexzeta waited patiently as I plucked her nipples with my teeth, letting me savor her exotic, almost black nipples. We were sitting across from one another and to the side, so she was able to keep an eye on my cock as I mauled her chest. "Cthulhu's Tits!" she exclaimed. "Aren't you stiff yet?" "Maybe your breasts aren't what he's looking for?" offered Tikimisia as she whipped off her shirt. Underneath was something that made me feel like jello inside. Her breasts were pale, and free of any falling, like a teenager's. Don't get me wrong; they were sagging a little, mostly from their sheer size and from Tikimisia's torso being a little chubby. I recognized them immediately-- they looked exactly like my first girlfriend's chest. They were a perfect reproduction of the first pair of tits I had ever played with, and that familiarity knocked the wind out of me. "Go ahead," Tikimisia said, and I knew she was the most devious of them all. Not that I minded. Leaving the dusky and exotic beauty of Elexzeta's chest, I returned home to the pale, almost plain breasts that I had never thought to see again. Emotions were confused as I sucked at Tikimisia's erect nipples. In my mind, I knew they weren't C______'s breasts, but to my mouth and libido, it was a chance to revisit a forbidden place. For crying out loud, they even smelled like Pert shampoo, C_____'s perfume of choice. I forgot about the weird complications of what I was doing, and eagerly lavished my attention on Tikimisia's chest. There were new games to play with an old playmate. Meanwhile, Elexzeta was shifting to something less subtle. The Demoness had her head in my lap. Using no hands, she licked my shrunken cock with her tongue, and guided me into her mouth. Still somehow sitting, I leaned back a little to allow Elexzeta more room to work while I plundered Tikimisia's treasures. My cock was drawfed by her tongue, but it didn't stop her from sucking me as hard as she could. Her fingers found my balls, and I tensed since I usually don't enjoy such touching of my sensitives. Elexzeta however, was an expert at reading me. Her fingers merely rubbed my scrotum lightly, letting me know she was there, but not threatening me in any way. If anything, it was very sexy to be handled so gently. Her wings retracted somehow, probably so not to club me when she gets into funky angles. As you can imagine, trapped between two lovely ladies, it wasn't long before even my exhausted manhood came back to life. Ever so slowly, my cock grew inside of the beautiful Elexzeta's mouth. She kept lifting me with her tongue, imploring my cock to rise back to the occasion. My thighs could feel her breasts smashed against my leg, which of course is a huge turn-on for me. I was a little sore, but the warm pool that was her mouth soothed me to life. Not once did I feel her teeth, nor would I expect to from one who has been doing blowjobs for centuries. Still stroking my scrotum, and with her nostrils flaring hot air onto my pelvis, my erection returned to full length. Elexzeta moaned her satisfaction as she continued licking. My world centering once more on my cock, I paused in my raiding of Tikimisia's breasts. She didn't mind, as she practically held me as I lost myself in my demonic blowjob. Tikimisia's arms around me, her hands rubbed and caressed my shoulders and chest. It was a sensual experience to be held and massaged at the same time, and I'm sure by babbling mouth made her many promises that night. Hell, I'm pretty sure I composed a sonnet in her arms, though I can't remember it now. Elexzeta was composing her own sonnet with her mouth, and my cock was giving it a big thumbs up. I was fully erect, which meant I got to enjoy the sight of Elexzeta's black hair moving up and down on my cock, not to mention the feeling of that hair as it brushed my thighs. I reached out and cupped a breast as she worked, enjoying the feeling of her weight falling and lifting out of my hand. She was holding my cock with one hand now, holding it straight as she let it constantly penetrate her lips. I moaned as she shifted from side to side, letting my cock rub against the inside of her cheeks. The suction was incredible as I popped free of her mouth, over and wonderfully over again. I smiled whenever she paused. The exotic Muse loved to look me right in the eye, as she would take my manhood out of her mouth and let me watch her tongue flicker over me. As much as this pact was to earn me erotic fame, I suspected that Elexzeta enjoyed a little fame of her own. I would have applauded if I had the coordination, so I instead offered her my moans, groans and restrained hip thrusts. She seemed to appreciate that. The second orgasm for a male is possible, but almost always painful. This was no different, but I wasn't complaining. Her constant sucking, teasing and enjoyment of my reactions were an aphrodisiac to my fatigued cock, and I was throbbing to reward her efforts. Heck, the sight of her lips traveling down my wet shaft was worth any amount of discomfort. Her hand was now pumping my cock, doubling the rhythms I was experiencing. That was when she did something that really pushed me over the edge. Tossing her hair to one side, Elexzeta flipped her head to the side of my cock. Her lips wrapped around my base from the side, and she moved her head slowly up to my tip. I shuddered as her tongue flicked at my hardness, and I fell in love with the 'harmonica' style of sucking me she was employing. When she reached the top, she would capture my tip for a moment, and then suck down the opposite side of my cock. My, my, my, not only was it heaven, but it was exciting for me to know that there was a chance that I could climax outside or inside Elexzeta's mouth. That's the kind of guy I am, I enjoy a little game playing while having a blowjob. I guess that's why I write erotic stories, it keeps all my game playing strictly fictional and preserves my monogamy. The moment was coming, and I tensed up as my cock was reluctantly about to orgasm. The bliss I was experiencing had hit a plateau with Elexzeta's improved style, and my body was fighting to reach that crucial level of arousal to enjoy my orgasm. Elexzeta was pumping me faster, hoping for her own release that was to come with mine. In the end, it took talking dirty to get me there. "C'mon Shon," Elexzeta said as she stroked my cock into her open mouth. With my cock on her bottom lip, she said "Go ahead and cum in my mouth, Shon. Shoot all of your cum in my lips and show me how much you like me sucking your cock. I'll take every drop and swallow it down like it was the sweetest nectar. Show me how much you want me by hitting my tongue with your stickiness." That did it. What can I say? I like a girl who knows what she pretends to want. I didn't climax, I erupted. True to Elexzeta's request, I sprayed a healthy coating of white onto her lips, and as she swallowed my cock down, I could feel her shiver. The orgasm amazing, I had never felt a woman orgasm as my cock was in her mouth. I was a little afraid she would bite, but Elexzeta needed me too much for that. Her body was writhing on my legs as she climaxed, her eyes clenching as she continued to suck down my orgasm giving cock. It would have been an ego boost if it weren't for the out of body experience I was having. Twice in such a short time was almost painful, but the uniqueness of the situation made up for it. Tikimisia was clutching my body as I groaned my bliss/agony. As I tilted my head back, she nipped in for a kiss. Strangely, that kiss grounded me from the sensations I was undergoing. As my cock was flowing into Elexzeta's mouth, and my body was shaking from the overwhelming erotic power of the night, Tikimisia's lips reminded me there were other parts of my body than my cock. Elexzeta squeezed every once from my cock, knowing her own enjoyment was inherent on what she could draw out. When she was satisfied that I had nothing else to give her, she lazily rolled over and sighed. Damn, I was feeling like a stud. Despite my ego, my cock was thinking other thoughts as it slowly retreated back onto itself. I began laughing, and when Tikimisia asked me why, I told her. "Because I am done!" I said, somewhat hysterically. "I certainly fucked more than I could finish tonight! I am drained, perished, dried and definitely out for the count. There's no way I could climax again, especially since I've never had an interest in anal anyway. It looks like I'll be joining M1ke in his exile." "That would be terrible," Tikimisia said, "think of all your fans who would never get to read another Kiko story!" "That's a good point," I said from the comfort of Tikimisia'a embrace. "There's no way I could disappoint five people like that." "That's not true, I'm sure there might even be a sixth reader by tomorrow!" she said deadpan. It took me a moment, but I started laughing. The truth is always funny. "If I helped you finish your pact tonight, would you do me a favor?" she asked. When I nodded, she made her request. "Can you put me in one of your stories? That would be so cool." Damn, I have GOT to figure out how to summon fans when I do this again. "Tiki, if you can help me tonight, I'll make you my freaking heroine," I said. "Great!" she said, and she waved her hand in some occult manner at the other two demonesses. They began snoring immediately. "Now, we can do it without any interruptions or snide comments," she said as she rolled off the bed. "Let's get you some food and water, time plays differently here, so there's plenty of time to do what we need." This is the dull part, but for me it was the best part. We chatted. Tikimisia asked some questions about my stories, which always did wonders to stroke my ego. I in turn asked her how her parents could be a demoness and a mortal woman, and she gave me a very kinky explanation. Then we talked about some of the other mortals she had helped, and we laughed at how she collected payment from the Strip Poker King, MikeCA. I discussed story ideas I had, even offering to send her my first drafts to her demonic e-mail address. All in all, we must have killed three hours talking erotic shop. Is it no wonder that my erection stubbornly made a third appearance? "You know," Tikimisia said in a whisper as she sat across from me, "if you want, I could lie to the other two and say you did your part. I've got some spare elan that I could use for your spell." Nothing like a woman trying to be a martyr to bring out the foolhardy idiot in me. "Can't let you do that," I said as I sat closer to her. "The Erotic Muses can only have sex with the mortals who summon them. It's against my masculine code to let a woman leave my bed without an orgasm." "We'll see how much you value your 'code' when it breaks off!" she said with a challenging giggle. I pulled her towards me, new emotions driving me on. This is the miracle of love and friendship; no matter how exhausted you are, you're always willing to go that extra mile for the sake of someone you like. Tikimisia and I had only known each other for a short time, but we had more in common than the passed out Muses beside us. I might not ever see her again, but the ego blowjob she had given me tonight will last me forever. Besides, the least I can do for a fan is get her off, right? Tikimisia walked to me, still topless and still wearing her skirt. I was still sitting on the bed, and she prevented me from getting up. That was ok, I was eye level with her (or was it C______'s breasts?) and I greedily started sucking on them. Yes, I'm a breast man, and no, I wasn't going to let them go by unsuckled for a minute. Tikimisia moaned appropriately as I worked, and she hiked up her skirt to reveal a lack of panties. It was a wild tangle of brown hair down there, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were C____'s as well. Oh well, not that I would know, I never got that far with her. "Hey Tikimisia, do me one favor please," I asked. "Anything," she breathed. Wow, maybe I'm better at sucking nipples than I thought. "When we do do it, let's let it be with your body and not C______'s," I said. "That was seven years ago, and it's you I want to be with tonight. Somehow, I don't think C______ would be as interesting as you are tonight." She purred and played with my hair, so I took it as a yes. My hands reached around and cupped her buttocks, not wanting to think about the inevitable, but also realizing we couldn't put it off much longer. Tikimisia spun around, and began slowly dancing to unheard music. She lifted her skirt up so I could see her shifting ass, and also so I could admire the power she possessed in those legs. There is a sensuality to a woman's ass, the curves are similar to a breast, but without the distraction of a nipple. As I watched the muscles shift in her ass, I started to daydream about what kind of a grip it would produce. Tikimisia then began rubbing her lovely ass on me. I gave her cheeks a kiss as they passed my mouth, it was just too irresistible. Her ass snaked down to my chest, and then sadly, over my rotund belly. It's a sad fact that malnutrition from my college year has given me large belly on a skinny man. This normally doesn't bother me, but having a lovely lady do a lapdance on my stomach really made me rethink about going to the gym. Tikimisia erased these negative thoughts when she placed her arms behind her and grabbed my shoulders. Thus supported, she lowered her ass onto my cock and did quite a few interesting hip motions. Nothing banishes self-esteem issues like an eager and lovely pair of butt cheeks. I was certainly warming up the idea of anal sex, but then, I'll warm up to any idea where the woman is trying to seduce me. Tikimisia pushed me aside as she straddled the bed on all fours. Producing a bottle from somewhere, she passed it to me as she spread her legs in an open invitation. Her head and shoulders she placed on a pillow, granting me a rather submissive pose with her ass in the air. The bottle turned out to be some kind of lubrication, which I put on as smoothly as possible. My wife has never had a problem with lubrication, so I was at a loss on really how to apply it. As a public service to anyone reading this, I'll give this one piece of advice: Squirt directly to targeted body part. There, that wasn't so complicated. Now comes the hard part. No, not my cock. That was taken care of by Tikimisia's lapdance. What I had to figure out next was the actual entry. The only option appeared to be that I had to do it by hand. Grabbing a hold of each cheek, I tried to spread her ass. That's when I encountered the problem of how to get my cock there. Contrary to some sex stories, the rigid cock doesn't just leap into any hole given it. "Tikimisia, can I have a hand here?" I asked in what I hoped was a sexy voice. It must have worked because she gladly reached around and held the sides of her ass for me. That was my cue, holding my artificially slick cock in hand, I placed myself at her opening. I have to admit, her asshole was a lot cuter than I expected. It was small, which helped make it more feminine. The tip of my cock at her opening, I slowly pushed in, ready to pull out at a moment's notice. Tikimisia was groaning as I entered her, and I could see the power trip inherent in anal sex. She was counting on me, and knowing she trusted me enough was an unexpected turn-on. Feeling trusted was a great feeling, and my cock was throbbing in response. Starting to enjoy myself a bit, I plunged in about three inches as carefully as possible. "How are you doing?" I asked her, my hands holding her hips. "It's not that bad, but I think it's because of my punishment," she answered. "Since I know this is the only way I can climax, it's like my body has shifted my vagina to my ass." Well, there's a pleasant thought. Staying inside her wasn't getting me anywhere, so I began trusting ever so gently. The gripping of her butt muscles was everything I had expected, and the grip truly defied anything I had felt before. As slow as possible, I pulled myself in and out, amazed at my own enjoyment. sure, it was gross if you thought about it, but it's hard to think about anything when your cock is being gripped like a Chinese Finger puzzle. Beneath me, Tikimisia was groaning like a cat in heat. I could see where she was pulling the sheets towards her as tossed her head back. To my relief, she started thrusting back with her hips. Once I knew she was in no pain at all, I relaxed and tried to sink myself a little deeper into her. Once it sunk in that Tikimisia could enjoy this in ways that no human ever could, I really began to enjoy myself. With her still bent in half in that lovely submissive position, I reached out and touched her leathery wings. With them as support, I pushed myself slowly to my full length inside Tikimisia. Her groans turned to shrill shrieks mixed with a few proclamations about my status as a Sex God. Again, I took this as a good sign and started thrusting with more confidence. The lubrication was leaking down her back, tracing a glittery line that started between her buttocks and worked it's way between her wings. I focused on this phenomenon as I thrusted slowly, I needed every piece of erotic input I could get if I was going to ejaculate again tonight. Little details like how I loved her hair sweaty with lust became important and etched into my mind. I imagined how her breasts must look crushed between the bed and her body. Her sounds of lust filled my ears and I urged her to be louder, as loud as she could if she wanted my seed tonight. Most importantly, I thought about how much I liked being with her tonight and how badly I wanted to give her what she needed. Eventually, the mind and libido overcame the reluctance of the situation. Impossible to believe, but my cock surged once more that night. Tikimisia's ass clenched my cock so tightly, I was worried that it would restrain my orgasms like a cock ring, but to everyone's satisfaction, that wasn't the case. My cock spasmed once, twice and then I'm pretty sure it simply leaked its load in her waiting ass. The pain was intense, but I was so relieved that my ordeal was over, I couldn't care less. Tikimisia's reaction was instant. Lifting herself on her arms, she screamed a banshee cry of acceptance. Her body froze in that position, but I kept thrusting as I wished for her to receive every bit of the orgasm she so richly deserved. Her wings grew hot in my hands as the orgasm spread through her and I could swear I saw a glow flush through her. Her ass clenched me tightly still, so it was simply a matter of pulling slightly and her buttocks were able to extract all I had left. Only when my cock shrank out of her ass did I let go, my pact with the three Muses complete. Later, when Tikimisia could remember her own name and I was able to walk again, we got dressed and prepared to wake the others so I could go home. I mentioned that maybe readers would like to read a story about Demons. Of course, everyone would expect them to be called Succubi. "Oh, but Succubi are much different," Tikimisia said, "their stories are much more tragic, and yet much more erotic." I pressed her to tell me more, but she held her secrets. You see, she wanted me to have a reason to summon her again. 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