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 (c)Copyright 1998, BannonSC  All rights reserved.

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"The Pendant"


	A Love pendant! Martin wondered what in the world had possessed him to buy
something like that. He deduced it must be desperation setting in. After all,
it had been nearly a year since he was with a woman, and she was a hooker.

	Martin Cline wasn't a very attractive man, and had no wealth to speak of. So,
women didn't exactly flock to him. 

	When the old lady at the novelty store told him that no woman could resist a
man wearing this pendant, Martin accused her of being a fraud. That's when she
offered it to him for free on a trial basis, and told him that if it didn't
work he could keep it and owe her nothing, but if it did work, he would return
to the store and grant her one favor. Martin asked what the favor might be, but
she simply said they would discuss it when he returned.

	He was sure the old lady was off her rocker. There was no such thing as magic
pendants, that make men irresistible to all women. Feeling secure in the
knowledge that he would never have to come back to this store, Martin agreed to
her deal.

	Again, Martin looked at the pendant sitting on his dresser, and debated
whether or not to wear it to the club tonight. It is a nice piece of jewelry, a
deep purple stone set inside a sun-like silver plate, on a thin silver chain.
He picked it up from the dresser.

	The old lady had told him to say the word love when he put the chain on,
telling him that this was the way to trigger the powers of the pendant. Martin
doubted those powers only slightly more than the old bird's sanity, but
couldn't help from saying the word as he clasped the chain around his neck.

	He took a deep breath, released it, and realized that he felt no different.

	"Crazy old coot!" He thought to himself.

	The club was jumping with activity. This was the most popular dance club in
town, and known for its reputation as a 'meet-market'. 

	There were several women sitting near Martin at the bar. He couldn't tell for
sure, but he thought he had caught a couple of them checking him out since he
sat down twenty minutes ago.

	One woman in particular, a petite blonde with the bluest eyes he had ever
seen. She was beyond checking him out, she was actually staring at him. He
smiled in her direction and she stood from her seat and began walking towards
him.

	"Hi, my name's Lisa," she extended her hand to him, "and you are?"

	"Martin Cline," he replied, "it's a pleasure to meet you Lisa."

	"It will be." She said with a large smile.

	They spent the rest of the evening talking, and danced whenever a slow song
played. Martin was secretly wondering if there might be something to this
pendant, but dismissed these notions to the alcohol, and assured himself that
Lisa was just a sweet lady who found him attractive. It wasn't past the realm
of possibility for a woman to like him.

	When the DJ announced the last song of the night, Martin wasn't ready to let
the evening end. 

	"Would you like to get a cup of coffee or something with me?" He asked her as
the dance ended.

	She looked into his eyes and said, "How about we just go to my place and fuck
'till the sun comes up?"

	Martin was more than a little shocked by this, but when she began to run her
fingers up and down the crotch of His pants, his animal instincts took over.
They almost ran to his car.

	During the ride, and in between giving him directions to her house, Lisa was
busy licking Martin's ear, and rubbing his now fully erect cock. 

	Once inside, Martin held her close as he started to kiss her. Within seconds
she was tearing her blouse off. 

	Lisa didn't have a large chest, Martin guessed it to be a 32b, but when she
removed her bra he was surprised by their firmness. Her nipples, at full
attention, not only pointed straight out, but almost up. She continued to
disrobe as he admired her body. She was wearing black silk panties under her
skirt, and Martin stopped her from taking them off too quickly.

	She had begun to pull her panties down when he grabbed her hands, and lifted
them away from her waist. She closed her eyes as he knelt down in-front of her
and started kissing the front of her panties. Then he used his teeth to pull
the fabric down her legs, until it came to rest at her feet. As she stepped out
of the panties Martin lifted her up and carried her to the couch. He laid her
down and started licking his way up her leg.

	Lisa released a loud moan when Martin's tongue found her pussy. His experience
was limited, but her noises told him he was pushing the right buttons. After
several minutes of this, Lisa pushed him away from her pussy and started
unbuttoning his shirt, delivering light kisses to his chest as she did.

	He slid the shirt off after she finished unbuttoning it, and Lisa opened his
pants. She told him to get naked, and he obeyed like a well trained pet. 

	When Martin sat back down on the couch, he could see a mad look of lust in
Lisa's eyes as her mouth dove to his prick. Blow-jobs were nothing new to
Martin, he had paid for dozens in the past few years, but this was by far the
best he had ever had. Lisa's tongue and lips had him in ecstasy. 

	He was so wrapped up in how good she was that he had no chance to warn her
when he came. It was as intense an orgasm as he had ever known. She never
missed a beat though, and swallowed every last drop. After his squirts had
subsided, Lisa withdrew her mouth from around his cock, and pulled herself up
to kiss him.

	Martin could taste himself on her lips. They kissed, and petted for a while,
then Martin made his next move, he wanted to lick her sweet pussy until she
begged him to stop.

	He worked his way down her neck, leaving a warm trail behind his mouth of
passionate kisses. Martin spent some well placed time on Lisa's breasts, being
sure to leave each nipple jealous of the other. Then he sucked on her skin as
his mouth made its way over her stomach. Lisa was moaning, almost wailing with
a raging lust when he finally reached her pussy with his tongue. 

	They were moving in unison, like members of a ballet, he would kiss, she would
twist, then he'd suck, and Lisa would rock. Martin felt as though they were
floating on an ocean of ecstasy. Finally, after almost an hour of using his
mouth and tongue to bring her to multiple climaxes, he slid up the length of
her body and in one smooth motion impaled his cock into her.

	She screamed with pleasure as he penetrated her, and they bucked madly for
hours, taking very short breaks between orgasms for his stamina to renew
itself.

	Martin dressed himself, being careful not to wake Lisa as she laid sleeping on
the bed. He left a note for her on the coffee table, including his phone
number, then made his way outside to his car.

	He could hardly believe what had happened last night. This was a first in his
life, and he prayed Lisa would call him again.

	Then he began to wonder about the pendant. Could it hold some mystical power?
No, he thought not.

	Lisa never did call Martin, but he still had a great run of luck with other
women. Ever since the night he met Lisa, Martin was meeting, and loving a new
woman, sometimes several women almost everyday. After two weeks, and seventeen
sexual encounters later, he decided that he DID owe the old woman at the shop a
favor. After all, she gave him a sex life!

	When he went to see her, she seemed to be expecting him. The exchanged small
talk, then Martin got down to business.

	"So, tell me. What do I owe you for the pendent?"

	"A favor." She replied.

	"What do you want me to do? I hope it isn't kill somebody. I won't break any
laws for you."

	"Oh no, nothing of the sort." She said as Martin noticed the ill-fitting
dentures that she wore slide in her mouth. "In fact, I want you to do exactly
what you have been doing."

	"I don't know what you mean." He stated.

	"I want you to make love to me, like you have so many others since I gave you
the pendant." She answered.

	Martin was disgusted with the idea. He was sure he wouldn't be able to perform
with an elderly woman. Even if he could, he was sure he didn't want to.

	"What if I refuse, and tell you to ask another favor?" He asked her.

	"Then I will change the power of the pendant. You'll never make love to
another woman so long as you live." She replied.

	"I'll take it off. Listen," he needed to rationalize with her, "I can't make
love to you. Please don't be offended, but you don't excite me at all."

	"I'm growing tired of your procrastination. It's time to pay the band for the
dance." Saying this, the old woman turned the 'open' sign on the front door of
the shop to 'closed'.

	Martin began to weigh his options. Could he do it? What if he could, would it
be worth it to have his pick of beautiful women for life? Anyone he wanted
really, anytime he desired. "I only have to do this once, and I get to keep the
pendant?" He asked her.

	"Only once." She assured him.

	"I'll do it." Was Martin's answer as his head sank, and his eyes saw nothing
but floor.

	"I knew you would," the old lady responded, "now, give me some tongue."

The End


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