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   My Undoing (Halloween)



   Looking though the windshield of my Jeep, I can see the concrete
divider. My hands in a death grip on the steering wheel, I pushed the
accelerator all the way to floor.  Even though it would do no good, I kept
pushing harder and harder in an attempt to make the old jeep go faster. 
Could I go through with it?  Could I end my life?  I really didn't know. 
There was a way out, a last chance if you will.

   It has always been my opinion that suicide is not a way to deal with
your problems, so how on earth did I get to this point?  It started (of
course) with a woman.  Thinking back, it was a beautiful fall day and I was
walking down Kneeland Street in Boston.  I had just started my daily trek
to pick up lunch when I noticed one of those trolley bus tours.  The old
style busses that have big open windows and you can hear the tour guide
talking over the loud speaker.  He was telling all the folks about China
Town.  An old man, I would guess around 70, with a big smile on his face
was tapping his hand on the railing to some gangster rap music coming from
a car beside them.  He looked like an old farmer and I could imagine him
thinking, "Just like them there movies".  I got a chuckle or two out of
that but then someone else caught my eye.  About two rows back, sat the
most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time.  She had long raven black
hair with big, gorgeous blue eyes.  The remarkable thing was, she looked
exactly like Mortisha from the Adams Family TV show of the sixty's.  I was
nuts about Mortisha when I was a kid.  My heart sank as the bus drove off,
realizing I would never see her again.



   I finished up work about eight and I was starving.  Now being a member
of the high tech world, putting in thirteen hour days is not uncommon. 
With those kind of hours, being single isn't all that rare either.  So off
to a good cheap restaurant for a bite.  I went to my usual haunt, a little
place called Cagney's and grabbed a seat at the bar.  After surveying the
menu for the mandatory minute, I ordered my usual meal and beer.  Looking
around the bar, I saw the same faces I see most of the time along with the
band setting up for their performance.  As I was just about to turn back to
the bar, I saw something that just about knocked me out of my seat.  There
in the back corner was the girl I had seen earlier in the tour bus.  I
swear, if my jaw could have reached, it would have hit the floor. 
Unfortunately, she was not alone.  Sitting beside her, was a rather large,
evil looking man.  I would say about six feet five or so and not someone
you want to piss off.  Behind me, I heard someone speaking to me but I
couldn't understand what was being said.  I turned and it was the bartender
with my dinner.  He said again, "will that be all John," I returned, " ah
yea Bill, thanks."



   As I was eating, I couldn't help but look back now and then to see what
was going on.  They seemed to be arguing about something, the man gesturing
in the air with his hands.  He seemed to shrink smaller and smaller as they
talked.  If they went on much longer I think he would have disappeared.  He
stood up and raised his hand in what looked like he was going to strike her
but he just froze.  Standing there, he turned white as snow and after what
seemed a lot longer than it really was, he turned slowly and started for
the door.  I began to feel sorry for him he looked so pathetic.  "Well,
that was a hell of a show," said bill.  "Oh, what?  Oh Bill, didn't know
you were there," I said.  "You startled me.  Yea, kind of freaky if ya know
what I mean.  Yes I do," Bill answered, "Gave me a shiver right up my
spine. What do ya think she said to him?  Don't know Bill but I intend to
find out.  What time does the band start tonight, the usual?" I asked.  I
guess," said Bill, "they never seem to start on time these days.  Might be
time to look for some new talent.  Well," I said, "I'm gonna hang out for a
while and see if I can get to know this chick a little better."



   The band started playing "Bad Moon Rising" by CCR which was one of my
favorites.  When they got to the part, "Don't go round tonight, 'bound to
take your life' it was my turn to get a shiver.  I thought back about the
poor guy who had just wilted in front of us.  Not being a great dancer, I
waited patiently for a slow song.  When it finally came, I got up and
walked across the floor toward the beautiful girl I wanted so badly.  The
closer I got the more I realized how pretty she really was.  She looked to
be about five foot nine and long strait black hair down to the crack of her
ass.  Her face was beautifully rounded with just the right amount of
makeup. The eyes though, her eyes were something special.  Haunting,
riveting, piercing, all those things and more.  I just couldn't come up
with a word to describe them.  As I grew closer, she looked up at me and
smiled.  I said, "hi I'm john, would you like to dance?  Sure," she said, I
would like that." As she got up and started to the dace floor, I got a good
look at her body.  Her figure was impeccable.  A perfect hourglass with a
nice round well shaped butt.  Her breasts were just a little more than a
handful but stood out strikingly.  No bra or panties if you go by the fact
that there were no lines.  She turned to face me and reached out her arms.
"Ahhh, that awkward moment when you first touch." I thought.  I took her in
my arms and started swaying to the song the band was performing.  To tell
you the truth, I have no clue what they were playing.  All I could think
about was this beautiful creature in my arms.  I finally got the nerve to
say something and asked her what her name was.  "Mortisha," she said. 
Well, that was it.  I busted out laughing and had to bend over to relieve
the pain of a great laugh.  I guess it was all the tension built up cause I
couldn't stop.  I glanced up and saw the puzzled look on her face that was
starting to change to anger.  Getting hold of myself, I apologized and told
her about seeing her on the trolley earlier that day and how she reminded
me of the actress that played Mortisha.  The scowl on her face started to
soften a bit and then changed to a smile.  She said, "People have told me
that but I don't see the resemblance.  Realizing that the band had stopped
playing, I asked if I could join her at her table.  "Well, I guess so," she
said.



   "Can I get you a drink?" I asked.  "Sure, I'll have a Miller light
please," she replied.  "I'll be right back," I said.  "Hey Bill, can I have
two Miller lights please?" I shouted over the bands music.  He nodded and
set them down on the bar with a wink and said, "I want a full report." I
just smiled and started back to the table.  I set the drinks down on the
table and sat down.  As I looked into her eyes, she said, "I don't no if I
liked the wink and the "full report" from Bill." Her piercing blue eyes
changed into daggers going straight through me.  It sent a chill through me
like I have never felt before.  Stuttering, I tried to say something but my
mouth was not connected to my brain.  It was too busy trying to figure out
how she new.  There was no way she could have heard it over the band. 
Suddenly, she was all smiles again and sipped her beer.  It was like she
was just letting me know whose boss.  Like a puppy who had just got caught
peeing on the floor, I sat there with my tail between my legs.  "Take me
home John." "Huh," I asked?  "Take me home," she said again.  Coming back
to reality, I said " Ok, just let me pay my tab." As I paid the girl at the
register, I saw Bill walking over to clean our table.  As he made his way
over to the table, there was that wink again.  I turned quickly to see if
Mortisha was looking but she was half way out the door.  A sigh of relief
and I started walking behind her.



   I opened the door of the old Jeep and she attempted to climb in.  The
large wheels I had mounted on the small truck made it difficult for her to
get in and the snug fitting skirt didn't help.  It went all the way down to
her ankles so she had to pull it up to her thighs to lift her leg up high
enough to get a foot in.  She grabbed onto the passenger hand grip and
started pulling herself up.  I put my hands on her cute ass cheeks and gave
a gentle push.  With a sly smile she said, "thanks, so that's what big
wheels are really for, huh?" Thinking to myself, "yep." Hopping in the
Jeep, I asked, "where to Mortisha?  She replied, " Salem, just head north
on 93 and I'll give ya directions along the way." I asked (knowing the
answer), "New Hampshire or Mass?  You know," she said with a slight frown.
Yea, Mass," I mumbled.  The hair on my neck was standing at attention and I
should have taken their recommendation to ditch her and run like hell but I
was already hooked.  I felt like a fish with a hook in its mouth,
struggling to get away but being reeled in ever more closely to its fate.
As we drove off, I noticed that she had not pulled her skirt back down. 
With her legs slightly parted I had a good view of her legs.  All of the
sudden, I could think of nothing but what awaited me under her skirt.

   We arrived at her house and I parked the Jeep on the street.  We got out
and I let her lead the way to her front door.  The house was a modern 3
story mansion as far as I was concerned.  I'm not an authority on building
styles but it was beautiful to me.  It had to be at least a ten bedroom
home complete with swimming pool and wet bar.  I was impressed to say the
least.  We walked in and she turned around and kissed me.  Our lips came
together and we played with each others tongues.  Her hands started moving
down my back and rested on my ass.  I responded in same, moving my hands
down to her ass and gave each side a gentle squeeze.  The room seem to
explode in heat and melted all fears that I had had about her.  She broke
away from me, took my hand and led me up a stairway to a bedroom. 
Actually, more like a sex room.  There was a huge bed in the middle of the
room with all kinds of strange things hanging on the wall.  Being in the
excited state I was, I paid little attention to what the things were.  All
I wanted at that point was to rip that dress off of her and fuck her crazy.
She guided me to a chair and sat me down.  Our lips came together again and
I hardly noticed that while we were kissing, she had handcuffed me to the
chair.  "Jesus Mortisha, what's going on.  Let me out of these!" I said
loudly.  She just looked at me and said, " sit back and enjoy the ride."
Mortisha walked over to the wall and dimmed the lights that were on when we
came in.  Picking up what looked like a TV remote, she clicked it and music
started playing.  I had never heard the song that was plying softly but I
liked it.  A sultry slow rhythm could that arouse anyone under the age of
dead.  I wondered what I had got myself into.  Here I was with a woman I
didn't know, in a house I couldn't find again if I tried and handcuffed to
a chair.  Not the smartest thing I have ever done.  Mortisha had started
swaying to the music as if I wasn't even there.  Moving her hips in a way
that got my full attention.  She had slipped her shoes off and was pulling
down the zipper on the back of her dress slowly.  I thought again about
what she might be wearing under that dress.  Parts of my body were
beginning to stir, as in the area of my groin.  I wanted desperately to
touch my aching penis and I could feel my balls moving in my crotch.  Doing
their little dance they always do when I get excited.  Mortisha started
unbuttoning her blouse.  One by one all the buttons gave up to her
manipulations and bared her breast.  Beautiful mounds perfectly shaped like
the ones you see in department stores on mannequins.  The blouse fell to
the floor followed by her skirt.  What stud before me was the most
beautiful creature I had ever seen.  Her black bush standing out against
her white skin.  As I guessed, she was stark naked under that skirt.  I'm
not sure if had always been there but there was now an aroma that filled
the room.  Sweet like flowers but also musky, like a bed smells after
making love all night.

   Mortisha moved sensually to the music and as she did, she moved closer
and closer to me.  My dick was fighting to get out of my pants.  Her hands
went down and unbuttoned my pants pulling down the zipper after.  My penis
shot up and stud proud.  "Oh, my my," she said.  Bending down, she grabbed
my pant legs and pulled them off.  I haven't worn underwear in years so I
was naked to the waist.  On her knees, she started rubbing up and down my
legs being careful not to touch any part of my genitals.  She was torturing
me and enjoying every minute of it.  A little drop of semen had oozed from
my hole and started to run down the shaft.  Mortisha saw this and smiled.
She poked her finger at it and watched as a little string of pre-cum was
pulled to the breaking point, giggling when it snapped back onto her
finger. Then she moved her finger down between her legs and inserted it
into her vagina.  "Well, so much for safe sex," I thought.  Mortisha looked
up at me and brought her finger up to my face leaving it just under my
nose. I can only equate the wonderful perfume of her pussy to fasting for
days and then walking past a bakery.  You just can't resist it.  Standing
up, she straddled my lap all the time moving her hips front and back like
she was fucking me.  The head of my dick kept bumping into her tummy and it
took some effort not to cum.  Mortisha slowly moved her lips to mine and
then she would back off just enough to break the contact between us.  Her
tongue started licking my lips, poking and prodding.  My tongue, with a
mind of its own, danced with hers and matched lick for lick.  Her head
moved down to my neck and she began nibbling and sucking.  She would bite
me hard and then kiss it as if to make it all better.  Her hand reached
down between us and took hold of my penis.  Raising her hips, she rubbed
the head of my dick all over her pussy.  I could feel her hot, wet cunt as
it past over the tip of my dick leaving some of it's moisture behind. 
Mortisha stopped moving and placed my penis at the entrance to he body.  I
could feel the very tip of me slide in.  Slowly she began to bring her hips
back down.  Little by little, inch by inch her hot tunnel devoured my cock.
She paused when my glands bumped her cervix and I felt her shiver.  I was
over the top and just hoped that I wouldn't cum.  Thinking or should I say,
trying to think of anything but what was going on.  I wanted this to last
forever.  When she bottomed out she wrapped her arms around my neck and sat
there very still, neither one of us daring to move.  After what felt like
hours, she began to rock slowly.  Her vagina caressing every part of my
blood gorged cock, spreading pleasure though every part of my body.  I
could hear her muttering something very low, words, noises I couldn't tell.
My own heat was taking me over, pushing me over the edge, delivering me to
the bliss of orgasm.  Mortisha began moving faster.  Her muttering turned
into speaking the same four words over and over again.  "Antiquitas, adepto
anima orgentum." My climax was building but not like it ever had in the
past.  Rising to a peak and staying there.  No release, just hovering there
in ecstasy.  My body was screaming with pleasure, my groin pushing up into
hers as if trying to exit her mouth.  I looked up at her and that same look
that sent chills though me was back, staring at me, telling me "she" was in
charge.  "She" would not allow my orgasm to subside.  Mortisha would take
my cum, I was NOT aloud to give it.  Suddenly, I heard a male voice
screaming.  It sounded grotesque, as if he were in unbearable pain.  But it
wasn't some unknown voice and It wasn't pain.  It was me, lost in a never
ending orgasm that would kill me if it didn't end soon.  Mortisha's eyes
closed, she stopped moving and softly spoke those words again. 
"Antiquitas, adepto, anima, orgentum." As she finished the last word, I
felt her vagina begin to move again, sucking at my dick and my climax
finally broke.  But my semen did not explode out of my cock, it was
withdrawn.  It felt as though everything in my body was being sucked out.
The pleasure was indescribable, unlike anything I had ever experienced
before.

   The next thing I remember is waking up in bed and feeling a dull ache
between my legs.  (the kind of feeling you get after you have been kicked
in the nuts) I reached down to soothe my hurting balls but nothing was
there!  Still groggy, I searched my crotch in vain.  Sitting up quickly, I
looked down at my groin and all I could see was my dick, smooth skin and
what looked to be stitches.  My head started spinning as I tried to
remember where I was and what had happened.  Then it all came back to me,
Mortisha and the unbelievable sex we had, or should I say, she took.  All I
could think of now was finding Mortisha and my testicles.  For a second, I
almost laughed at that thought but then it dawned on me that this was real.
I moved to the edge of the bed and noticed I was dressed only in my shirt.
My pants and shoes were lying on the floor where they had been removed. 
Slipping my pants on, I thought how strange it was going to be without my
balls.  They had been with me forever and it would take a long time to get
used to not having them hanging around.  A long list of puns started
flashing through my brain.  If I wasn't the one missing my stones, I would
be rolling in stitches, shit, there I go again.  There was a window with
the shade drawn so I walked over and peeked out.  It appeared to be late
afternoon and I had to think hard to remember what day it was.  Good thing
its Saturday or I would probably get fired for not showing up to work. 
They would never believe this story and I'm not sure I would want to tell
them anyway.  After I finished dressing, I walked out into the hall.  "The
place looks disserted" I thought.  I yelled out, "anybody here?" There was
no answer.  "I just have to find her," I thought.  Looking for the front
door, I went down the stairs and around to what I thought was the front of
the house.  The pain coming from where my balls used to be was aggravated
by walking but I needed to get to my Jeep and head back to Boston.  "Aw,
here it is" I said and walked out the door.

   After cleaning up at my apartment, I contemplated going to the hospital
but the thought of explaining the details of what happened to my nuts to
some doctor and maybe several nurses was too much.  I cleaned the the wound
good and the pain was stating to subside so I didn't feel my health was in
danger.  Hoping that Mortisha would be back at Cagney's, I headed there. 
Along the way, A flurry of activity was all around and it took several
minutes for me to realize that it was Halloween and kids were
trick-or-treating.  Somehow it seemed appropriat for the situation.

   When I walked through the door of Cagney's and saw Mortisha sitting
alone at the same table as the night before, my blood ran cold.  All the
events of the last twenty four hours flashed before me in a single second.
If I had had a gun, I would have shot her dead on the spot.  I walked over
to the table, she looked up at me and smiled.  Somehow, all my anger was
gone and replaced with curiosity.  I asked, "May I sit?" "Have a seat
John." she answered with a smile.  I almost forgot why I was there, her
smile had a strange effect on me.  All my strong emotions had changed to a
feeing of servitude.  I quickly shook if off and asked Mortisha the
question that was on my mind.

   "Why," I asked.

   "Why what John," she answered.

   "Why everything, why me," I said.

   Mortisha looked at me and I couldn't move.  A blanket of obedience
engulfed me and all I wanted to do was please her.

   "Well john," she started, "you were there, you wanted me and I needed
another eunuch.  I have your testicles and as long as you live, you belong
to me.  You see john, I am a witch.  Not one of those silly wannabes you
see in Salem all the time but a real one.  When we had sex, I took more
than your balls.  I stole your soul as well.  Every October twenty fith
through Midnight Old hallow eve, I can create personal slaves.  Your body
parts have joined the many others I have collected over the years and you
will do anything I ask and give me all that I desire.  I lead an expensive
lifestyle so you will need to get a cheaper apartment and live for nothing
but me." For a moment I just sat there taking in what she had just said to
me.  Then it hit me, I was smiling, hanging on every word she uttered.  I
stood up and used every inch of self control I had left.  I raised my arm
intending to strike her but her eyes met mine and I froze.  In a flash, I
remembered the man that had stood in this very place and tried to do the
same thing.  I turned to the door and started walking, foot in front of
foot.  It was all I could do just to keep moving.  Climbing into my Jeep, I
started for the expressway not knowing where I was going or what I was
going to do.  That brings us back to my self-distruction, my "ending it
all" sort of speak.  I pushed harder on the gas pedal hoping to go faster
as I careened toward the divider.  As I moved closer to my death, I had the
feeling of missing something, of letting someone down, of not pleasing
Mortisha.  I swerved to the left and the old jeep barely maintained its
upright position.  Hitting the brakes as hard as I could, I pulled off the
road.  When I finally stopped, I contemplated my fate, thinking I would be
better off dead.  I said out loud, "I guess I just don't have the balls for
it."

   The End.

   *JP*