Message-ID: <17204eli$9811170426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17204.txt> From: mikaal@hotmail.com (HotScribe) Subject: HOTSCRIBE: "Withering Rod Of Eridu" (Part 3) (Fm, Mf, reluc heroic fantasy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: mikaal@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <364f1dde.4495556@mail.cadvision.com> This is a continuing story which contains graphic descriptions of a sexual nature. If you're not mature enough, or this type of material offends you, don't read it. If you're enjoying this series, please write and let me know. "The Withering Rod Of Eridu" An Erotic Adventure of Solomon Magus by Hotscribe CHAPTER THREE "Unfortunately," I began as Tara and I stopped for a rest, "so many of the stories have obviously been quite exaggerated. I am no more a great lover than even you. But I suppose one of the women i loved when I was younger enjoyed her time with me so much that she told of our intimate relations and thus the word was spread. As you probably know, the more a story is told by word of mouth from one person to another, the more distorted it becomes, and the further it strays from the truth if it is not written down. And even then it could be hearsay. "However, if you wish to know the truth of the matter, then I shall tell you." I must have been fifteen, nay! perhaps sixteen, at the time. I had been with Ramesh Magus perhaps one year. He taught me a few magical spells in exchange for cleaning up his work space and generally helping him whenever he needed more than his own two hands. Oddly enough, working spells came quite easily to me, as if I were one born to adapt them to my life. Memorizing words and gestures and components---I found them all not only fascinating, but easy to learn. At any rate, it happened that while I was straightening up some voluminous tomes on the mage's shelves, I came across a book entitled Love-Making Spells. My interest was immediately sparked since, up until that time, I had not yet been alone with a woman, my Bliss was still yet intact, and I had only heard stories of sexual pleasures from other lads my age who weren't as naive as I. Curious, then, I removed the book from the shelf, opened to the contents page and quickly perused it. One chapter title in particular intrigued me and I turned to it. The spell wasn't difficult to learn and I had it memorized in a few moments. But then I heard the mage returning so I quickly reshelved the book and continued with my cleaning. Now, as was customary for the mage and I, we regularly visited his brother an sister, both of whom were about fifteen years older than I, if I remember correctly. Usually we took some gifts and foodstuffs which were then exchanged for various products of like kind. On one particular day, the mage was unable to make the journey for some reason or other, so he asked me to go myself and make the exchange ritual. I put the gifts into my bag and set off for Prithu, the home of his siblings. For the mage, it was probably a good hour's walk; but with my youth, I made it in a much shorter time. I arrived at the house, met the brother who took his gifts, then told me to go to his sister's room as she wasn't feeling well and had lain down until the sickness passed. I climbed the stairs and entered her room. Lalita---I believe that was her name---was a beauteous creature with dark eyes and hair and light molasses-colored skin. She lay beneath a coverlet of fur, her head resting on a fairly large pillow that bore the decorative markings of the Madai craftsmen. I remarked on this, and she replied that she'd purchased it while visiting Kaveh, a city in that land. I asked the nature of her illness. She replied simply that her body burned with Bliss that yearned to be released, but that there was no one here to help release it. Now, understand that I was quite ignorant of Bliss at the time, having never experienced it; and although i was relatively familiar with love-making---from what I had read in the book, for I had more opportunities to read its contents---I innocently inquired if I might be able to assist her in getting well. She patted the bed beside her and said, "Come here." I sat down and, before I realized what had happened, her hand slipped beneath the waistline of my breeches and caught my flaccid member. That first touch of a woman's hand upon me was at once both strange and yet exciting. Verily, I did swell to a good size! I had to stand then so she could pull down my breeches to allow me more freedom of movement. 'Twas then she drew aside her coverlet to expose her body, and I gazed upon a wondrous sight of two large breasts, a firm stomach and a small mound of hair between her legs which seemed to beckon to me with its dew-drenched tendrils. Lalita had already begun to moan quite loudly, and I felt sure her noises would bring her brother to the room, but such was not the case. She bade me lie down quickly, and I did so. After rubbing my firm staff several times to make sure I was good and hard, she threw one leg over me, straddled my hips and settled down upon my rod. After some few minutes of up and down movement---which brought me no end of pleasure!---I saw a look of disappointment come over her face. "What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned. Her lips twisted, her hips gyrated, then she said, "You're too small---I can barely feel you!" Had I been more sexually enlightened, this remark probably would have caused me great distress and thus deflated what erection I did have. But, instead, I remembered that first spell I'd memorized from the love-making book. I closed my eyes, visualized my organ within her, then murmured the enchanted words. A strange feeling swept over me, then I heard Lalita gasp, then yelp with surprise and joy as my cock suddenly swelled and throbbed of its own accord, pressing against the walls of her chasm, filling her completely. Lalita cried aloud, and I daresay more with pleasure than pain, for she told me afterward that never had she felt so full by any other penis. Thus she rode me, not once, not twice, nay! thrice she bucked her naked form upon my magical staff, loading her innards with my seeds again and again until both of us were wet and sticky... "And that is the truth?" asked Tara, her mouth drooling at the vision of my huge stalk. "Oh, mage! Do it for me!" she pleaded. "The magic words---say them so that I might see for myself!" Already she was on her knees in front of me as I sat on a fallen tree. Her hands scrambled to release me from my robe. As her nimble fingers caught me and pulled me forth, I lay back and chanted those esoteric words once again as I had done so many times before. With a small cry of delight, Tara felt my cock increase in size until it was all she could do to fit her hands around its circumference. Then she kissed its mushroom-shaped head, ran her tongue across it, pumped that rod with all her might until at length I exploded into the air, covering her hair and face and hands with my sticky sap. And for the next while, before we bathed in the nearby Ganga River, she took me twice within her bowels so that she, too, might feel the hugeness of my enchanted member and know the truth of those many rumours. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>