A Taste of Lilith
Copyright © 2010 Mandi Stone
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AUTOEROTICA
Melody McIntyre edged the gas pedal of her sleek bullet-silver convertible closer to the floor, and shook out long hair as red as the sand and rock of the surrounding wilderness. She whooped with exhilaration, thrilling to the feel of the hot desert wind whipping back her shiny tresses, and the way it caressed her face and slipped inside her clothing like the uninhibited fingers of a lover.
The car growled with pleasure as Melody curled her slender fingers around the gleaming head of the gear shift and stroked it into place. The shaft throbbed in her hand, the potency of the engine building, the growl intensifying to a roar as Melody seduced the Lexus into a raw, several-thousand-rev orgasm. One-hundred-and-fifty miles an hour on a straight road -- a strip of superheated tarmac bisecting a thousand square miles of Martian-red Arizona desert.
"Fucking crazy bitch!" Jenna laughed from the back. "Did you see the look on that cop's face?"
"Priceless!" Serena giggled beside her, and Melody flashed a grin at the both of them through the rearview mirror before throwing back her head and whooping again.
They were three days into the inaugural event of the Speed Demon 3000 illegal road race, and making great time in spite of the legions of traffic cops mobilised to police the interstate highways. Little did the police realise just how much they were a part of the thrill! After all, nothing quite compared to the andrenalin rush of running a roadblock, and then leaving the hapless law enforcers far behind with only the taste of burnt rubber in their mouths.
Melody shook her head, incredulous. If the cops wanted to intercept a hundred-strong field of high performance sports cars, you'd think they'd make sure they at least had the horsepower to try and play catch up!
"I think we can safely say we lost him," she announced, checking her mirrors again for any sign of the motorcycle cop and seeing nothing but a watery shimmer of midday heat. Which was a bit of a shame, she admitted to herself. Cop or not, he'd been a damned sexy one! And with a noticeable bulge straining at the inside of his tight-fitting pants, unless she'd mistaken his .44 Magnum for something else!
"In that case, can we please stop?" Serena pleaded. "Only I'm dying for a pee."
"Already?"
"It's all the excitement," Serena began to explain, but Jenna snorted sceptically as she hooked her dark, Katie Holmes-style bob behind an ear.
"More like psychological incontinence," she teased. "Just because you know there isn't a decent bathroom for the next hundred miles!"
Their petite, pixie-like friend pouted and thumped Jenna's arm good-naturedly as Melody laughed and swung off the deserted highway, crunching over sand and rock for fifty yards, where she gunned the engine for a second or two before turning it off. The silence folded in. Blissful, unadulterated quietude.
Serena scrambled out of the back seat and made for a patch of scrub surrounding a tall finger of rock that cast its own shadow like a gnomon.
"Back in a minute!" she called.
Melody and Jenna exchanged amused glances. "So make that ten, then!" they both laughed. Serena's sensitive bladder was legendary!
To kill the time, Melody switched on the CB radio and scanned the channels that might warn them the cops were nearby. But there was none. Only a hiss of background static spoiled the silence.
"Seems like we're alone," she murmured.
"Good!"
Melody jumped at Jenna's loud whisper right next to her ear, and she swivelled sharply in her seat.
"For God's sake!" she protested amiably, but the quick kiss on her lips muted her token complaint.
"And what was that for?" she asked with a smile as she removed her shades.
Jenna shrugged and smiled back. "Because you're gorgeous and I felt like it," she replied. "And because Kyle is a lying bastard."
Melody sighed. "And I guess I'm supposed to be flattered to be your revenge in high heels."
"Not to mention your simply amazing thirty-eight double-D accessories"
Melody shook her head. Just as legendary as Serena's waterworks was the volatile relationship enjoyed by Jenna and her longterm boyfriend, Kyle. Inseparable one day, fighting like cat and dog the next. The soap opera had gone on for as long as Melody cared to remember. The most recent verbal punch-up had been provoked by Jenna's increasing conviction that Kyle had been fucking a girl at the mall where he worked as head of security.
"Look, Jen," she tried to reason with her friend for what must have been the thousandth time. "You've no real proof that Kyle's done anything."
"Oh, no?" Jenna answered in disbelief. "Then what about the condoms in his pocket? We're supposed to be trying for a baby, remember? Then there's the text messages, the perfume on his clothes that I wouldn't wear even if the only other option were to reek like a skunk, the -- "
"Okay, okay, enough already!" Melody cried, holding up her hands. "So Kyle is a lying bastard. What you gonna do about it?"
"Well," Jenna purred, leaning forward again, "where was I?"
"Jenna," Melody began to protest as her friend kissed her again. But as Jenna's lips fastened firmly over her own, she found that she had neither the ability nor the inclination to object.
Well, what the hell! she thought submissively.
Unable to resist her increasing arousal, Melody climbed over the seats to join Jenna in the back. She had to admit to herself that she secretly loved it whenever Jenna and Kyle fell out! She was always happy to give Jenna this kind of solace!
As she lay back in the seat, Jenna's hands did all the talking. Her slender fingers stroked upwards over Melody's bare thighs to the edge of her denim shorts, moving higher to lazily traverse the silky material of her white short-sleeved blouse. Melody sighed deeply into their passionate kiss as Jenna halted at her left breast and gently squeezed.
"Oh, God," she whispered before Jenna's hungry lips silenced her once more. Meanwhile, Melody felt Jenna's fingers slowly negotiating the buttons of her blouse. The garment parted like the Red Sea to gradually reveal more and more of the giddying plunge of Melody's seen-to-be-believed cleavage. The blouse fell open at last to expose the ample swell of her breasts to the touch of the blazing Arizona sun. Jenna pushed the blouse back from Melody's creamy shoulders and with a soft murmer of appreciation, reverently cupped one of the naked mounds and lowered her head to suckle on the erect nipple.
Breathing her encouragement, Melody stroked Jenna's hair, thrilling to the electrifying sensation of the moist lips and tongue eagerly drawing on her breast. Her desire gauge was climbing in leaps and bounds, like a thermometer plunged into a lava pool! Her shimmering green eyes fluttered closed in response. When she opened them again a few seconds later, she saw that Serena had returned and was staring down at her from beside the car, gaping in astonishment. But Melody could not miss the hint of yearning in her incredulous expression. Clutching Jenna's head to her breast with one hand, she held out her other towards Serena in a wordless invitation.
"Melody," Serena breathed. "Oh, Melody."
She half reached out, but as the dazzling sunlight glinted on the ring on her finger, she hesitated.
"Oh, Mel," she said ruefully, evidently torn. "I want to. God knows, I really do." She waved her hand slightly. "But Tony...."
The engagement. Of course. Tony and Serena were made for each other, everybody said so. And Serena was intensely loyal....
Melody's body bucked almost involuntarily as Jenna's probing fingers homed in on the centre of her moist thighs. She had not felt Jenna unfasten her shorts, or pull down the zip and her touch summoned a loud moan from Melody's lips and she clutced at her other breast as she arched slightly on the hot leather seat.
Turned on to distraction, Melody reached round to undo the tie of Jenna's saffron-coloured bikini top which fell away from her own voluptuous breasts, their full curves garnished with glistening beads of sweat, some of which trickled down into her cleavage and flowed south towards her silver navel piercing. As she caressed Melody's pussy, Jenna shifted slightly to allow Melody's lips to close over her own rock hard nipples, to savour each erect bud in turn.
Melody felt a touch on her shoulder. Not Jenna's. The caress was more tentative, gentler. As her body shuddered to the sensation which Jenna's fingers were generating, Melody glanced to see Serena next to her. She managed to smile before her beautiful features contorted to a sudden wave of pleasure which only made her look even more gorgeous.
"Couldn't resist?" she asked huskily, and Serena shook her head a little, her blue eyes wide with admiration.
"You are just so beautiful," shesaid softly, her fingers cupping Melody's breast. "These --" She broke off, unable to express her wonder in words. "And Jenna's."
"Glad to hear I'm not invisible!" Jenna retorted wryly, raising her head, her own grey eyes misty with the passion of the moment. Her gaze lingered on Serena's tight-fitting t-shirt. "Why don't you take that thing off?"
"Yeah, Serena," Melody urged, admiring her friend's flawless curves. "Remind us just how beautiful you are."
She looked as though she might hesitate again, but Melody noticed that the yearning in Serena's eyes had intensified. Without another word, she hooked her fingertips under the hem of her t-shirt and peeled it upwards. Her petite yet stunningly curvaceous figure emerged, like a butterfly from a chrysalis.
Jenna gaped. "Mel is so right you know," she complimented her. "Tony is one lucky son of a bitch!"
Melody nodded silent agreement, drinking in the sight of Serena's naked body. The hourglass curve of her hips, and the perfect breasts. Smaller than her own and Jenna's, but exquisitely formed. Two flawless peaks of satin flesh, half-hidden by her tumbling blonde hair, and crowned with dusky pink nipples standing proudly now to attention.
"Serena," Melody whispered, half-dumbstruck by the vision, deciding that she must have died and gone to heaven! She slipped her arm around Serena's smooth waist and drew her in to make the threesome complete. Her moist lips sought out Serena's and trailed a line of gentle kisses from there to her throat. Nuzzling more caresses into Serena's neck, she only pulled back as Jenna's fingers slipped fully inside her. The sudden penetration caused her to gasp and buck again, and she entwined her fingers in her long red hair as a slight flush tinged her breasts.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded hoarsely. "Fuck me hard!"
Jenna's fingers thrust rapidly into her. Serena stifled Melody's cry of pleasure with a kiss, thrusting her tongue confidently into her sweet velvet mouth so that a trickle of warm saliva bubbled between their parted lips and ran back over Melody's cheek. And all the time, Serena fondled Melody's tits, squeezing to the rhythm of Jenna's expert fingers.
"Make me come!" Melody gasped, her heart pounding with the promise of an impending orgasmic cataclysm. "Fuck me!"
She almost wept as she went into meltdown. A long, lingering groan gave voice to the all-consuming pleasure building between her legs before it billowed out like an unstoppable tidal surge to swamp each and every inch of her sweat-drenched body. Serena offered her one of her pert little breasts, and Melody ravenously devoured the nipple, clenching it so hard between her teeth that Serena moaned at the slight discomfort. Melody only released the sore nipple as her climax waned, leaving her spent and breathing hard as Jenna leaned across to kiss her tenderly.
"I can never believe how wet you get," she purred.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Melody smiled breathlessly.
"I sincerely hope that's a promise."
"You bet."
The silence of the desert was suddenly broken by the crackle of the radio.
"Alpha five-oh-four, receiving. Possible sighting of suspects on Highway Nineteen. In pursuit, over...."
"Shit! Guys, we gotta fly!"
Melody leapt up, pulling on her blouse and scrambling over into the front seat. Somewhere, not too far away, she could hear the distinctive wail of a siren.
"Guys?" she repeated, looking in her rearview mirror in time to see Jenna burying her face deep between Serena's thighs.
"Okay," she said slowly, amused as Serena moaned loudly. She gunned the engine and rammed home the gear shift, kicking up a spray of red dust as she roared back on to the highway. "But you'd better hold on back there."
You little minx, Serena, she thought as she pulled on her shades and floored the gas pedal. So much for poor old Tony....
PLATFORM 13
Vivienne shivered. She didn't believe for one moment that the station was actually haunted, but at two in the morning it was easy for the mind to play tricks.
Once again she felt an inexplicable draught on the back of her neck and she whirled round in slight panic, only to find the platform lying deserted under the sallow electric light.
"There are no such things as ghosts," she whispered mantra-like to herself. "There are no such things as ghosts."
Despite working for a leading magazine devoted to the investigation of all things paranormal, Vivienne had seen nothing in her past five years as a feature writer to convince her that there was anything remotely objective beyond the physical world. Photographs of ghosts, stories of alien abduction, and the claims of mediums to be able to talk to the dead -- as far as Vivienne was concerned it was all just a load of horse-shit!
Still, it made good copy and kept the magazine subscriptions rolling in. And while that happened, it meant that she could carry on paying the bills. Even horse-shit was good for the roses!
But there was just something about this place that was affecting her like nothing she had ever experienced before. She shook her head to clear it. Probably just too much coffee. She really needed to get a grip.
Flipping open her notebook, she read through the jottings she had already made about the small, now abandoned subway station, and the main points from her interviews with several witnesses to unexplained events that had supposedly occurred down here. A small faded photograph slipped from between the leaves, and she caught it before it could flutter to the floor.
Captain Charles 'Chuck' Robinson of the United States Airforce. At least twenty people had told her that they had seen him down here in the musty, oversized rabbit hole.And ordinarily, Vivienne would have believed them -- were it not for the fact that the dashing airforce officer had been dead for more than sixty years!
What some people would believe, she thought cynically. Just because they had heard a few things go bump in the night and knew that subway station sat directly beneath a former airbase. Talk about putting two and two together and making five!
She studied the photograph. Old Chuck had certainly been a looker in his day, she had to admit! Dark-haired and clean-shaven, he stared back at her from beneath his cap through eyes that could have lured a mother superior into bed! The smile into which his perfectly proportioned lips were formed seemed to reach across time to her to suggest an impossible intimacy.
God, if she had only been born several decades earlier!
She felt suddenly lightheaded. Damn coffee, she thought again, although it didn't feel like the effects of a caffeine overdose. Once more she felt the draught on her neck, but this time it was warm and slightly moist, and she could have sworn that she heard a breath. And this time she did not flinch, even when it continued to caress her skin.
Her eyes were still fixed on the photograph when she felt the hands slipping smoothly around her waist....
The old subway lights flickered. She should have been panicking! Screaming the place down in a wild fit of hysteria! But the sensation was anything but terrifying.The hands slid all the way round her midriff, gliding effortlessly over her cotton blouse.
And then, very slowly, they began to move higher....
The lights shimmered again, and Vivienne unconsciously held her breath as the pressure around her waist shifted upwards. She felt fingertips pause fractionally at the curve of her breasts, before they curled round her fastened themselves firmly over the full tits. The gentle pressure she felt drew the air from her lips as a long and protracted sigh.
She heard a crackle of electricity and the lights went out completely, plunging the platform into an impentrable darkness. At the same time, a tingling sensation like static washed over her whole body and turned her sigh into a loud gasp.
"Oh God," she managed to murmur as she was turned slowly round, one hand unbuttoning her blouse before continuing to fondle her bare breasts in turn; the other hand invisibly drawing up her tight-fitting pencil skirt....
The presence that loomed over her was irresistibly masculine! At once determined but gentle.Warm breath stroked her throat, her cheek; then lips brushed hers for a fleeting instant that left her yearning for more!
"Please!" she whispered, craning her neck to seek out the lips which had tantilized her own so sweetly! She reached out, her hands making contact with a tight muscular body within a fitted jacket over which she slid the flats of her hands. They drifted to the shoulders of the figure, clawing at the lapels she found there as her body was pressed against the cold subway wall and her legs were pushed gently open....
Vivienne thought that she would surely pass out, the penetration was so slow and delicious! She tore at the lapels, heard a button rattle as it skittered across the platform. The breath was hot against her face now, and Vivienne silently screamed for the absent lips she had tasted moments before as her body trembled to the rhythmic thrusting deep into her soaking pussy.
She caught her breath, beginning to sweat, her long dark hair sticking to her damp shoulders where her blouse had been pushed away. She clutched at the figure which pressed itself against her so firmly, and yet without any air of menace, pulling at it so desperately as if she could fully merge herself with her unseen lover. Each movement of the huge cock she could feel between her legs made her head whirl, caused her breath to become more and more ragged, and fanned the flames of an approaching orgasmic inferno that she was convinced would just consume her completely!
And then like some uncontrollable backdraft, the climax struck!
Had it not been for the body pressed to hers, she would have collapsed she knew! Her legs promised to buckle, their strength sapped by the burning pleasure exploding out from between her thighs and scorching every nerve! Every thrust, every surge of the unseen hips pounding into her left her fighting for breath until tears squeezed from between her closed eyelids as she almost sobbed with pleasure.
No man had ever fucked her like this!
The loud flapping of wings intruded on her reverie and burst it like a pin popping a balloon! Her eyes snapped open to see a scruffy pigeon descend from the corroded girders overhead and settle on the dirty platform where it pecked vainly at the brittle concrete. Still breathing hard, Vivienne stared down at the photograph she still held in her hands, and she patted at her clothes which were all still securely zipped and buttoned. Her confused mind struggled to make sense of what had just happened!
She couldn't stop shaking; it had all seemed so incredibly real!
She cast a glance at the deserted platform still bathed in sickly yellow light. Not a sound disturbed the silence. She was definitely alone.
God! she thought. She had been in this business for too long!
And then she saw it. The glint on the edge of her vision drew her gaze to the ground just a few feet away. Trembling, she stooped to pick up the shiny object.
It was a button, inscribed with the words....
"United States Airforce," she mouthed in disbelief.
THE INTERROGATION
"You thieving son of a bitch!"
Megan sighed and rolled her eyes as Detective Alex Farley vented his rage on the perennially malfunctioning coffee machine and hammered his fist into it, adding a further dent to the collection he had built up over the past months.
"That's the third time," he spat, turning to her and jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "The third fucking time this week that it's taken my goddammed fucking money for nothing!"
Megan merely nodded and smiled as she moved past him and began to slip her own coin into the slot.
"Total waste of your time and dime, Cross," Alex snorted as she selected her choice of drink and pushed the relevant button. The machine clunked ominously for a few seconds before obediently providing Megan with a steaming black instant. Alex just stared in disbelief as she retrieved the brimming plastic cup and took a careful sip.
"Just have to be gentle, Farley, that's all," she murmured as she strolled off down the corridor. But her advice fell on deaf ears as behind her Alex swore again and aimed a well-placed kick into the bottom of the vending machine.