Chapter Four
 

Mark, didn’t know it at the time, but he was destined to be involved in the most  bizarre and unusual sexual encounter he, or for that matter, anyone, would likely experience during a lifetime.

It was October and Mark had completed a consulting job in Boston related to a  huge public works project affectionately and sometimes derisively called “The Big Dig”.  The massive construction project involved building an underground central artery roadway.  The city’s current six lane elevated highway is being replaced with an eight-to-ten lane underground expressway directly beneath the existing road culminating at a fourteen lane, two-bridge crossing of the Charles River.

This project was a dream for concrete specialists  such as Mark Livingston.  Mark had spent two weeks conferring with engineers on a special section of a tunnel that would be dug underwater.  Concrete specifications for this portion of the tunnel were critical and Mark provided his expertise regarding the type of concrete to be used and the specific mixture.

Mark enjoyed being back in Boston.  He had completed his PhD at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge and had a genuine fondness for Boston.  He appreciated the unique quaintness of this city and indulged in the wonderful seafood available in the area.

Mark was finished with his assignment and decided to enjoy the sights of New England for a few days.  The foliage was in full color and he made plans to drive through New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine.

It was a beautiful clear and crisp New England day  as he picked up his vehicle, a 4 wheel drive Jeep Grand Cherokee, at Avis at Boston’s Logan Airport.

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Mark drove north on Interstate 93 enjoying the beautiful scenery as far as the eye could see.  He could see  the White Mountains up ahead, resplendent with the yellows, golds and reds of the leaves blending together to form a breathtaking landscape of natural beauty.

Mark decided to get off the Interstate and drive on a less traveled road.  He decided to take the Plymouth, New Hampshire exit and travel on Highway 25.   He looked at his map and decided he would head for Montpelier and Burlington via back roads.   He unhurriedly drove the country side taking in the sights.  He stopped for a leisurely lunch in a little town called Gilman’s Corner on Highway 25A.   He spent the night in a small motel in Montpelier.  Most of the motels were full due to foliage season and he was glad that he found a place to sleep for the night.     He had a great Yankee Pot Roast dinner at a local restaurant recommended by the motel owner.

The next morning he helped himself to complimentary coffee provided by the hotel and continued to head north to Burlington.  The weather had turned somewhat and it was much cooler than the day before.  Clouds signaled that rain or snow was approaching.   Mark was hoping that it would not snow.  Being from Austin, he was not accustomed to driving in snow and ice  and hoped that the weather would hold off until he got to Burlington.

After an hour or so, he stopped and had a breakfast of ham and eggs in a little cafe situated on the main street of Websterville.   After breakfast he proceeded leisurely through a myriad of back roads enjoying  the local sights and scenery.  He stopped at a roadside stand and bought some real maple syrup.  At another, he bought some apples that had just been picked.  Many roadside stands were selling pumpkins.  He was enjoying himself thoroughly.  It was mid-afternoon when he found himself intersecting Interstate 89.  He decided to get back on the interstate and drive to Burlington.

It was around 4:30 p.m. as he approached the city and began checking with motels regarding accommodations.  Every hotel he checked with was sold out for the evening.   Exasperated, he drove to the downtown area, parked his car and checked out the shops.  There were many ski shops and stores specializing in outdoor apparel.  He went into one shop and bought a flannel shirt and a pair of walking boots.  As he left the apparel store,  he noticed a bookstore that piqued his attention across the street.  The sign hanging on two chains above the door of the small establishment said, “Blackthorn’s Book Store.  Antique and Other Books of Special Interest”.   Mark was fond of old books and decided to check the store out.

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He looked in the bookstore window and saw several books dating back to the 18th and 19th centuries.  There were books dealing with Eastern Religion.  The sign in the window said, ‘Find titles from Buddhism to Zoroastrian here’.  Among the books in the store window was one  titled, Taoist Secrets of Love: Cultivating Male Sexual Energy.  There were several books dealing with sexuality.

Mark walked in the store and heard the bells jingle above the door, signaling the proprietor that someone entered the store.  The bells reminded him of the little shop in Bangkok where he bought the Love Potion.  The establishment was very small and packed with books of all kinds and descriptions.  Old, floor to ceiling bookshelves covered every wall.  The bookshelves had one of those ladders on rollers that could be moved as required.  Many books were strewn about on tables.

Mark was the only person in the establishment.  He began looking around when a woman came out from the back room.

Mark looked up, smiled and said, “Good afternoon.  You have some interesting books in here.”

The woman smiled back.  “Thank you,” she responded.  “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

The woman was wearing a black cotton shirt and a long black, full skirt.  She wore flat, black shoes.   Mark quickly estimated that she was around five feet, eight inches and weighed 115 to 120 pounds.  Mark, a lover of beautiful woman, appraised her shapely body and admired the dark beauty of this woman.  Around her neck was an intricate silver necklace.  She had silver rings on every finger plus bracelets on both wrists.  Long, dangling silver ear rings graced her ears.  Mark thought the jewelry she was wearing looked antique and quite beautiful.   Her hair, jet black streaked with gray fell almost waist high.      She had very light blue eyes.  Her nose was small and classic.  Her lips were full.    There was a hint of blush on her cheeks that appeared to be natural.  She wore no other makeup including lipstick.  Mark estimated her age to be in late thirties or early forties.    Her small stature made it difficult to determine her age.  She was quite attractive.

Mark answered her question.  “I’m not looking for anything in particular.  I just love old books and have a small collection at home.   I travel quite a bit and always try to check out the book stores.  This one is quite unique,” Mark offered.

“Thank you.  What you see here is my pride and joy.  This book store has been in our family for three generations.  My name is Lucinda Blackthorn,” she said holding out her hand to him.

He took her hand and shook it.  Her hand felt warm.  “My name is Mark Livingston.  Nice to meet you Lucinda.”  He thought Lucinda Blackthorn was a very appropriate name for her.

“Most of our business is mail order.  The internet is our main source of business,” she explained.

“I see,” Mark replied.

“We specialize in Eastern Religions, Sexuality, Mysticism and the Occult,” she said.  “Feel free to browse.”

“Thanks.  I will,” Mark said.

Mark looked around for an hour or so and found an antique book on Kama Sutra, the ancient book on lovemaking, written in English.   Kama Sutra was written sometime before 320 AD.  The translated English version Mark was interested in not only detailed lovemaking techniques but different mixtures of herbs and whatnot to increase one’s sexual arousal.  He thought about his Love Potion and wondered if the secret of the potion was in Kama Sutra.  The book, at least two hundred years old and was published in India.  The price of the book was $150.  Somewhat embarrassed, he brought it to Lucinda who was at her computer.

“Oh, that’s a great book,” Lucinda said.  “Take a look at this section,” she said leafing through the book to a particular section.  “Listen to this.”

She read, “If a man, after anointing his lingam with a mixture of the powders of the white thorn apple, the long pepper and, the black pepper, and honey, engages in sexual union with a woman, he makes her subject to his will.”

“Isn’t that fascinating?” she asked.

“Yes, it really is,” he replied blushing slightly.

“I did some research on the thorn apple and long pepper.  These items are really quite available.  Thorn-apple grows just about anywhere in the world.  Its real name is Datura Stramonium.  It’s really not an apple but a plant.  The juice is pressed out of the fresh plant and reduced to an extract.  But, the whole plant is extremely poisonous and should only be used by a medical herbalist.  Long Pepper, real name Piper Longum  is used extensively in India and Indonesia as a spice and condiment.  Isn’t that fascinating?”

Mark thought about his Love Potion.  The Kama Sutra recipe was all well and good after one got the women in bed, but did not get the woman to spread her legs to begin with.

Mark paid for his purchase with a credit card.  The woman called his attention to other books dealing with Sexuality and the Occult.

“Are you staying in Burlington this evening,” she asked.

“I’ve tried about five motels and all are full.  I didn’t realize that foliage season kept all the motels full in these parts.  I might have to drive to the next a  town,” he said.

“Oh no!  You didn’t make reservations?”, she said sympathetically.  “You won’t find anything in town.  She studied him carefully and said, “But you’re in luck.”

“I am?” he asked.

 “Yes, you are because I have a bed and breakfast!” she replied enthusiastically.

“You do?” he asked apprehensively.

“Yes!  You can stay with me.  I’m very reasonable at $65.00 a night and I make a sensational  breakfast,” she said.

“How many rooms do you have at your bed and breakfast?” he asked.

“One,” she said matter of factly.

“Oh, I see.  Just one? Uh, okay, that sounds good to me.  How do I get there?” he asked.

“Oh, you could never find it,” she explained to increasingly apprehensive Mark.  It was almost 5:45 p.m.  “I’m closing the shop now and you can follow me.”

“Does your husband help you run the bed and breakfast?” he asked.

“Oh my dear man,” she laughed.  “I’m not married.  My mother and daughter live with me.  You’ll meet them tonight!  We can have a great conversation regarding Kama Sutra and mysticism.  You’ll love Mother.  She has ‘special gifts’.”

Mark wondered why asking her if she were married caused such a reaction and he was puzzled by her statement regarding her mother who possessed ‘special gifts’.

Lucinda turned off her computer, then shut off the lights in the establishment.  She put the “Closed” sign in the window and walked out the door with Mark behind her.  Lucinda locked the door and went to her vehicle, a somewhat beat up 1992 Ford pickup with a camper top.

“Just follow me.  We’re about twenty minutes away.” she called out to Mark.

Mark got in his Jeep and waited for her to pull out.  He wasn’t exactly sure all of this was a good idea but being the adventurous sort, and most importantly, without a place to sleep,  he resigned himself to make the most of the situation.  She pulled out into the street and he followed her.

She drove out of town and onto some back roads.  The temperature had dropped dramatically and Mark turned on his heater and defroster.  They drove through some patches of fog and Mark worked hard to stay on the woman’s tail to avoid losing her.  It was pitch dark and Mark had the sensation of driving through a dark tunnel.  Mark saw Lucinda put on her right signal and turn into a dirt road.  The road was full of chuck holes and quite muddy.  After a hundred yards or so, she turned into a lane off the dirt road that led them to an entrance through a stone wall constructed of large stones, a typical New England trademark.    Mark could see a house up ahead.

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Mark pulled his Jeep behind her truck and got out.  His feet crunched under the gravel driveway.  He looked up at the house.  It was a three story frame home with three dormers facing the front.  The style of the house was circa late 1800s New England.  Despite being dark and somewhat hard to see the exterior of the house, Mark could tell it needed a good coat of paint.  Vines were growing wildly on trellises.  All the windows had shutters, some of which were broken and hanging by one hinge.  A small flight of stairs led upward to the porch that extended the full length of the front of house.  A small light illuminated the front door.  On the porch were various wicker chairs and tables.  Mark walked up the stairs behind Lucinda with his overnight bag.

Lucinda opened the door and allowed him to step into the foyer.  Mark looked around at the interior of the house.  The wooden floors were covered with oriental rugs.  The walls were covered with floral wallpaper that looked somewhat dated.  They walked into a large, living room or parlor.  There were several portraits on the wall.  They all appeared to be staring at him as he walked around the room.

The living room had a huge fireplace that was blazing.  The lights were very dim throughout the house and the fireplace flames cast off eerie shadows in the room.  He saw no one else in the house but he did smell something cooking.  He had no idea what might be but the odor was pleasant.

“Christ,” he chuckled to himself as he looked around, “this is the fucking home of the Addams family!”

“Welcome to our home,” Lucinda stated cheerfully.  “Let me show you to your room.  It’s upstairs.  Follow me.”

Mark followed the woman upstairs and then down the hall to the guest room.  Lucinda opened the door, turned on the light and Mark walked in.   The room was decorated in Victorian style.  Everything looked antique and original.  The bed was a full size feather bed with a huge comforter.   On the bed were four large   pillows.   There was no bathroom.  Next to the bed was a marble topped stand with a large basin and pitcher on it.   There were no closets but there was a massive armoire against one of the walls.   Several worn, oriental type rugs were on the floor.   The window was adorned with crochet curtains and old fashioned roll shades.     Against one wall, there was a mahogany bookshelf filled with different types of books.

“I think you’ll be comfortable here.  The bathroom is just down the hall,” Lucinda pronounced.

“I’ll be fine.  It looks, well...it, it looks cozy,” Mark said searching for the right description.  Cozy was all he could think of.

“Just relax.  Enjoy the books,” she said pointing to the bookcase.   “Dinner will be ready at about 7:00 p.m.   I hope you’ll join us.   We can have dinner and then have a nice chat.  My mother and daughter will be glad we have company.  Oh yes, we dress very casually for dinner.  Right now, I’m going to take a nice bath before dinner and get all that  book dust off of me.  If you’d like to take a bath, please feel free to do so.  There is a robe in the armoire.”

“I’d be happy to join you for dinner,” Mark said appreciatively.  He was quite hungry.

Mark was very curious about what was transpiring and wondered what this woman was all about.  Lucinda was an extremely attractive woman that exuded a sensuality that appealed to Mark’s prurient interests.

“Wonderful, that’s wonderful.  See you at dinner then,” Lucinda remarked excitedly.

Mark unpacked his clothes and took out a fresh pair of Dockers and a clean button down Oxford.  He picked up his shaving kit and walked down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.  The bathroom was vintage early 1900s.  The floor and walls were tiled with white and black tile.  The bath and fixtures were all huge.  The toilet was the old fashioned kind with the tank on top.   He turned on the hot water in the lavatory and was somewhat surprised when hot water came out.   He washed his face,  brushed his teeth, and brushed his hair.  When he finished, he walked back to his room and put his shaving kit on the dresser.  He splashed a little shaving lotion on.  He saw the vial of Love Potion in the kit.  He picked it up and examined the contents.  The vial had only 1/3 the original amount of precious liquid.  He carefully laid the vial on dresser and put on his fresh change of clothes.    He checked himself out in the mirror and was satisfied with his appearance.  He slipped the vial in his shirt pocket.

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It was 6:55 p.m. when Mark heard a knock on the door.  He opened it and was absolutely stunned at what he saw.  Lucinda was resplendent in a black, satin robe.  Mark could see she was wearing some sort of a black garment underneath the robe.  The vee neck of the robe and undergarment revealed the white swell of her breasts.  Her feet were bare.

“Dinner is ready Mark.  Would you care to join us,” she said not waiting for an answer.

Mark followed her down the dark hall and the stairs.  All the lights seemed to be out except for a very small lamp on a wall table in the hall and candlelight emanating out of the dining room.

They walked in the dining room and Mark saw dozens of candles illuminating the room.  He felt he had been thrust back in time before the advent of electricity.   The table had two huge candelabras holding large black tapers.  There were several large votive candles on various other tables and bureaus  in the room.  Mark was almost overwhelmed by the eerie scene.  He thought that perhaps Count Dracula would appear next.

Waiting, at the head of the table was a woman, elegantly dressed in a long black gown.  Mark surmised that black was the color of choice for the residents in this house.  The gown front had a vee neckline that plunged to just above her midriff.  Her cleavage was revealed from top to bottom.  The garment’s fabric at each side of the neckline  barely covered each breast.   Mark could see the fullness of her matriarchal bosom.  She appeared very regal in her high backed chair.

“Mother, this is Mark Livingston.  I met him at the book store today.  He’s staying in our guest room  and I invited him to spend the evening with us,” Lucinda said.

“Hello Mark.  My name is Lydia,” she said in a somewhat deep and unsmiling voice.  She stared intently at Mark.

She remained sitting as Mark approached her and shook her hand.

“Welcome to our home,” Lydia said softly without any emotion.   “I’m glad you could join us this evening.”

Mark met Lydia’s eyes.  She, like her daughter, was a beautiful woman who had aged magnificently.  Her totally white hair was put up in an elaborate braid.  Her face was porcelain-like accented by her very light blue eyes.  To Mark, her eyes seemed almost transparent.  She had a long, graceful neck that appeared youthful despite her age.   Mark wondered how old she might be.

“I’m 58 years old, Mark,” she offered as if she was reading his mind.  “Won’t you please sit down.”

Mark sat down, surprised and awed by her admission of age at the time he was trying to guess her age.  Was her reply a coincidence?   Lucinda told him that her mother had special gifts.

The table was covered with a lace tablecloth.  Mark noticed the four place settings.  Each place setting comprised of a crystal water glass filled with water, a tall stemmed crystal wine glass, a dinner plate, soup bowl, knife, fork and spoon.  Black napkins were folded at each setting and contrasted with the cream colored lace tablecloth.     On the table was a basket of homemade bread.  Mark could smell the obviously fresh baked bread.  There was also a crystal carafe of red wine.

The door leading to the kitchen opened and a pretty and quite petite young woman came in carrying a bowl of steaming liquid.  The handle of a ceramic ladle stuck out of the bowl.  She set the bowl on a trivet and sat down next to her mother and smiled at Mark bashfully.   She looked like a teenager.  Mark thought she might be around fourteen or fifteen until he paid closer attention to her body.

“Mark, this is my granddaughter, Letticia.  We call her Lettie,” Lydia said.

Mark looked at the young girl.  The likeness to her mother and grandmother was remarkable.  Her long black hair was fixed in one large braid that fell down the middle of her back.  Her eyes were also very blue.  She was wearing a long black robe that was somewhat transparent.   The candlelight gave off enough light for Mark to see that she was not wearing anything underneath the robe!  Mark was somewhat embarrassed by her revealing garment although no one else seemed to be concerned.  When she walked, her full breasts swayed and moved under the  fabric.     As she approached the table, Mark noticed her slightly protruding stomach.  Mark thought perhaps she was pregnant!

“Hello, Mark,” Lettie smiled.  “We’re glad you’re with us this evening.”

Lydia studied Mark’s face.  She liked his intelligent, handsome face and masculine appearance.  It had been a long time since Lucinda had brought an attractive man to the house and she felt a tinge of excitement.  She tried to focus on his thoughts.  She sensed that the man very intelligent and she liked this quality in a man.  He also possessed some type of secret.  She strained her mental faculties to determine what that secret might be.

Lucinda could tell that Mother approved of this man.  She smiled to herself as she watched him at the table.  He seemed a bit nervous, which was certainly understandable.   She knew that he was well educated and would have an open mind to what they would discuss and do this evening.  She was also pleased that he was interested in the occult and mysticism.  She began to feel the excitement of having this attractive man in the house.

Lucinda picked up the salad bowl and passed it to Mark.  Mark filled his salad bowl with the greens and passed the bowl back to Lucinda.  Each woman put salad on her plate.  Lucinda  passed the cruet containing homemade vinaigrette salad dressing.  They all ate their salad quietly without engaging in any conversation.

When they finished their salads, Lettie got up and ladled the soup to each person.  Mark admired her body through her transparent garment.  The young girls face exuded innocence and naive ness.  But her body contradicted that notion because of it’s voluptuousness.

Lucinda informed Mark that the soup was made from special mushrooms grown in their cellar.

Mark tasted the soup and found it to be delicious.  He was very fond of mushroom soup and this was some of the best he ever tasted.  Lettie passed the bread basket around and Mark took a thick slick of the homemade bread.  He loved to dunk bread in his soup and hoped that this would not cause his hosts to think he did not possess proper table manners.  He dipped the bread in the soup and enjoyed it immensely.

“Try our wine,” Lydia said.  “It’s made from our grapes.  We have a neighbor who makes wine and he makes a wonderful batch for us every year with our grapes.   This wine was made two years ago.”

Mark poured a glass full of the ruby red liquid.  He sipped first and appreciated the fine bouquet and taste of the wine.  Then he took a good swig and thought the wine was excellent.

“Mmmm, very good!” Mark exclaimed.

Lettie was sitting across the table from Mark and wondered what fate brought him here.  She thought everything was pre-destined and fate had determined many years ago, that he would be here today.  She liked this man and his demeanor.  He appeared to be masculine but kind-hearted.  She could always tell if they were kind-hearted.  She liked gentle men.  Most of all she missed their intimate company.

Everyone had finished their soup.  Mark had two helpings and felt quite satisfied.  No meaningful conversation had occurred during the meal.

Lydia spoke.  “Well, now for a little dessert.   Lettie, please bring in the Port dear.”

Lettie retreated to the kitchen and reappeared with a decanter of Port wine and four aperitif glasses.   She placed the decanter in front of her grandmother.

“This Port is at least 100 years old, Mark.  We have several oak casks of it and I don’t know what we are going to do when we run out of it.  This is a very special dessert that we are happy to share with you Mark,” Lydia remarked.

Mark was flattered.  “Thank you very much.  I’d love to try a glass.”

Lydia filled an aperitif glass and handed it to Mark who was sitting in the first chair on the side of the table next to her.  She poured the precious liquid into three other glasses.  She gave her daughter and granddaughter each a glass.

“To our special guest,” Lydia toasted as she raised the Port.

“To our special guest,” Lucinda and Lettecia toasted in reply.

“Thank you very much,” Mark said as he brought the sweet liquid to his lips and sipped.  It was absolutely delicious and he knew this was a very special Port.  A few years ago when he was on a consulting assignment in Portugal, he was urged to try the establishment’s very special Port.  The Port was alleged to be very rare and some of the  finest ever made.  The price of the port was $125 a glass!  Mark felt that paying $125 for an ounce of wine was a bit extravagant but nonetheless tried it.  He thought it was delicious but doubted it was worth $125.  This Port tasted even better and he relished the taste on his lips and tongue.

“Now it’s time to engage in some stimulating conversation while we enjoy our Port,” Lydia said as she poured herself another ounce of port.  She passed the decanter around and each person did the same.

The meal, wine and Port had made Mark a little mellow.  He was anxious to find out more about these three women.

“You’re probably wondering why there aren’t any men around, aren’t you Mark?” Lydia asked.

“Well, I did wonder about it,” Mark replied.

Lucinda spoke.  “We love men and their company but have determined that for our peace and tranquility, they cannot live under the same roof.”

Mark looked puzzled.

Lydia spoke.  “What she is saying, is, men, unfortunately, have a tendency to wear out their welcome after a time.  It’s not their fault, it’s their nature.  Don’t you agree that the male species should be free to roam and explore without being  hindered and concerned with being a full time provider?”

Mark just nodded his head in agreement.  He had never heard a woman make such a statement.

Lydia continued her thoughts.  “None of us have ever been married!  We have had wonderful men in our lives and still do for that matter.  But they have never lived in this house.  I have had relations with men many, many times.  However, I have been pregnant only once and Lucinda is that result.  It was planned and pre-destined like everything in our lives.  We take natural herbs to prevent unwanted pregnancy.  For the past five generations, our pregnancies have resulted in female births.   Lucinda was pregnant only once and the result is Lettie.  Lettie is now pregnant as I’m sure you noticed.  Lettie is pregnant with a female.  We have not had sonograms or anything of that sort.  We just know it’s a female.”

Lydia continued.  “Look around the outside world.  The violence and unhappiness caused by tension in families.  We try to eliminate that tension by avoiding the cause.  Most of the world’s societies are governed by stupid rules imposed by religious do-gooders who make up the rules arbitrarily.  Because of these imposed rules, we are constantly fighting nature and the powerful karma that makes up our psyche.    The result is usually quite unpleasant.”

Mark listened attentively.  “Are you atheists?” he asked.

“No, not at all.  We believe there is a Supreme Being.  However, not the Supreme Being that major religions want us to believe in.  Our definition of The Supreme Being and their definition are worlds apart.  Our Supreme Being is Nature itself.  We also believe in the spirit world.  There is no heaven or hell.  My goodness, that poppycock is enough to scare children into being neurotic adults.  When we die, our spirit passes into another dimension.  Right now, we are surrounded by spirits.  I feel them all around us and sometimes hear them.”

“You can?” Mark asked astounded.

“Of course and so can you if you concentrate,” she replied.  “The spirits are harmless and cause no one harm because they are in another dimension looking into ours.  They can see us but cannot enter.  Sometimes they communicate with us mentally but are unable to manifest themselves with us physically.  They can see us but we can’t see them.  Never be afraid of ghosts or spirits.  They cannot hurt you but at times, they can persuade you to do things that may cause you to hurt yourself.  But that’s another story.”

Mark was fascinated by what she was saying.

“Do you have a religion that you believe in, then?” asked Mark.

“Perhaps the Eastern religions come closer to what we believe in but not totally.  Most Eastern religions embrace Nature as an integral part of their religion.  We embrace Nature and its laws totally.  That is our religion.”

Mark continued to listen to this fascinating woman.

“For example, let’s talk about sex, the single most important element of Nature,” Lydia pronounced.  “Western Religion has set parameters as how we should behave regarding sex.  My goodness, how stupid is that!  Nature controls our urges, our wants and desires.  Yet, most religions makes us fight Nature, the true Supreme Being, constantly.   Nature or the Supreme Being has given us humans the greatest gift of all the species.   That gift is the ability to want and enjoy sex without the need for procreation.  In other words, Nature says it’s okay to have sex for recreation as well as procreation.  Now, isn’t that a wonderful gift?”

Mark nodded his head in agreement, with his mouth open in utter amazement at what this woman was articulating.

Lucinda chimed in.  “Sex drive is so powerful that it becomes almost mystical.  If you read about mysticism, it is steeped in sexual overtones and innuendoes.  Lydia, Lettie and I,  believe totally in harmony with Nature which encompasses many things.  At the center of Nature is sexual energy.  This part of Nature is what causes tension among most people, particularly if they are resisting or fighting sexual energy.  Religion has made sexual energy an evil spirit that must be warded off like the demons they believe in.  Sex is not evil.  Incidentally, as Mother said about spirits, there are no demons such as the devil.  That myth is made up by mortals to scare the hell out us and control us!

Lettie added, “We don’t fight Nature, we embrace it and try to be in harmony with it!  Nature has provided us with the ability to take great pleasure in the sex act, the union of the male and female.  Would anyone argue that any other bodily function gives us greater pleasure than engaging in sex?  Is there a better feeling than being sexually aroused and stimulated?  Is there a greater experience for the body than having a sexual climax?  I’ve often wondered if animals have climaxes.  I don’t think so.  Nature has provided that delight only for us humans.  It is truly a gift from the Supreme Being!”

Mark was absolutely speechless in what he was hearing from this young lady who was speaking so intelligently and confidently.  He began to form a respect for this very unusual family.

“Mark, are we shocking you?” Lydia asked.

“No, no, of course not.  Well, sort of, ” Mark stammered honestly.

Lydia smiled as she sipped her Port.

“Sometimes, Lettie gets a little rambunctious but we totally embrace what she just conveyed to you,” Lydia said smiling.

The candles were making the shadows dance on the walls and ceiling and Mark felt he was in a surreal setting.

Lettie poured him some more Port and he was beginning to feel lightheaded.   As Lettie walked past the candles, he could see her silhouetted body through the garment.  He was becoming excited being with these three women and talking about sex.  He was beginning to have lascivious thoughts.  He remembered he had the potion in his pocket.

“So, you’re interested in the Kama Sutra,” Lydia said.  “Have you ever read it?

“I’ve read parts of it.  There is so much to it,” Mark replied.

“I’ve read most of it,” confided Lydia.  “I’m particularly interested in the herbal medicine and potions.”

Lydia continued speaking.  “Mark, we are vegetarians.  We don’t think animal flesh was meant to be consumed by humans.  It just so happened that humans evolved into meat eaters.  Haven’t you noticed non-meat eaters are very seldom aggressive and they rarely kill each other except perhaps when they are competing to mate.”

“This family has always  supplemented our diet with various herbs.   Our family has done extensive research into herbs and their medicinal uses.  We use them to keep us young, attractive and most importantly, full of sexual energy.  As I told you I am fifty-eight.  Lucinda is forty-one .  I had Lucinda when I was eighteen years old.  Lettie is eighteen years old.  When she turned eighteen  four months ago we thought she was ready to be impregnated and bring us another girl into our world.  She is now four months pregnant.  She wasn’t a virgin when she conceived her child.  I don’t know how old she was when she first experienced sex but we made sure she took our herbal mixture to prevent pregnancy as soon as she began menstruating. ”

“Sexual energy is what drives all of us, Mark,” Lydia explained in a serious tone.  As I said early, we do not hide our inner feelings and wants.  Nature has given us the gift of sex and the wonderful feelings derived from it.  Can you think of anything else that gives such intense pleasure to the body?”

Lydia continued to speak.  “I truly believe that because sex gives us so much pleasurable feeling, most Religions believe that it is sinful, simply because sex is so replete with pleasure.  Anything feeling so good can’t be good or so they think and preach.  How hypocritical!   How can these so-called religious people say that our Supreme Being is unhappy with us if we engage in sex or have sexual thoughts.  They preach that it is sinful to engage in sex unless one is married.  How ridiculous!  Look at what’s happening in the Catholic Church with all the sexual abuse of young children.  Forced celibacy has attracted many deviant people to the Church.  Our family is very open when it comes to sex but we have never subjected our children to sexual abuse.  When they reach proper age, we understand their need  to engage in sex and support them if they feel inclined to do so.  We teach them about sex.  How unnatural is a life that extols the virtue of celibacy?  I have done extensive research into the Catholic Church.  Did you know the initial leaders of the Catholic Church, the first Popes, were openly sexually active.  In fact they married and had children.  Most of the early Popes had mistresses!  Then one day, one Pope thought it best that priests be celibate.  Thereafter, priests were ordered to be celibate.  How ridiculous!  Did The Supreme Being tell this Pope that he wanted all priests celibate?  I don’t think so!  And the Catholic Church is not the only church guilty of hypocrisy!  Most of the Religions or sects are guilty in this respect.   Religion has been the scourge of humanity in so many ways.  People killing each other because of the way they believe in the Supreme Being.  Catholics against Protestants.  Muslins against Jews.  Well, The Supreme Being is Nature itself.  We also believe The Supreme Being is non-gender specific although I have the feeling that it is more female oriented.  But that’s only my view.”

Mark could see she was beginning to become agitated as she spoke.  She fervently believed in what she was speaking of.

There was a pause in the conversation.  Everyone seemed to be catching their breath although Lydia was  doing most of the talking.

“I’m very interested in the potions described in Kama Sutra,” Mark blurted out breaking the pause in conversation.

“Really?” asked Lydia.

“Yes, and I discovered a potion when I was in Bangkok,” Mark admitted.  He didn’t know why he revealed his secret regarding the potion.

Lydia leaned forward on the table on her folded arms.  Her breasts were practically coming out of her dress.  “Tell me about the potion, Mark.  How interesting!  What does this potion do?”

“It seems to have aphrodisiatic qualities.  It affects only the female.” Mark revealed.  The three ladies were staring at him intently.”

“Do you have any of this potion with you, Mark?” Lettie asked.

The three ladies continued to stare at Mark, waiting for his reply.

“Well, yes.  Yes, I do...I do have some potion.  I mean...” Mark stammered.

"Really!  You have the potion with you now?  How interesting,” Lydia said.  When Mark was first introduced to her, she sensed he was hiding some type of secret that was mystical . Now  she knew what it was.  “May we see it?”

Mark began to perspire and was becoming extremely nervous about the revelation of the potion.

“Why are you so nervous, Mark?” Lucinda asked.  “Is this potion harmful?”

“No,” Mark replied barely audible.

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable Mark.  It’s just that we are very interested in this sort of thing,” Lydia said.  “We’d like to see the potion.  Perhaps it’s something that we’ve seen before.”

Mark reached in his shirt pocket and removed the vial.  He held it up with two fingers.  “This is it,” he said.

“How does it work?” Lettie asked.

“It can be introduced a number of ways.  If I put a drop on my tongue, my breath becomes activated with the potion.  If you inhale my activated breath, the potion’s powers begin  to work.  It also can be transmitted orally.  That is, through kissing.  It seems to be very powerful when transmitted in this manner.  Another way is to put a drop in food or liquid.”

“Have you used it?” Lucinda asked.

“Yes, I have,” Mark admitted.  “Several times.”

“And?” Lydia asked.

“It worked every time,” Mark confided.

There was a pause as the three women absorbed what was being divulged by Mark.

“May I try it,” Lydia asked.

“I want to try it,” chimed in Lettie.

“Hush,” Lucinda said in a harsh tone.  “Let Mother try it.  She’s the expert with these concoctions.”

Lettie pouted but remained quiet.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” Mark said in a warning tone.

“Of course,” replied Lydia.  “You said it wasn’t dangerous and we believe you.  How do I take it?”

“I think the potion is activated by saliva,” Mark explained. “The person who sold me the potion said  I should turn the vial upside down, wetting  the bottom of the cork, then lick the cork.”

“Let me see the vial,” Lydia instructed.

The vial was about one inch long and about the same size around as a pencil.  It was only 1/3 full.

Mark handed  her his precious liquid.  Lydia carefully looked at the vial and gently shook it.  The liquid appeared very viscous to her as the liquid slowly ran down the inside of the vial.

Everyone around the table seemed to hold their collective breaths as Lydia examined the potion.

Lydia slowly removed the cork and brought the vial to her nose.  “There is absolutely no odor,” she announced.

Lydia noticed a miniscule droplet on the bottom of the cork.  She brought the cork to her mouth and licked it.

Mark and two women stared intently at Lydia looking for a reaction.

“My goodness!” Lydia said as the potion began to react on her tongue.   “The flavor is very intense.   It tastes somewhat minty but the flavor is very unique.”  She moved her tongue across her lips, wetting them.   She put the cork back in the vial and gave the glass container back to Mark.

Mark took the cork out of the vial and licked it.  The intense burst of flavor he was now so familiar with seemed to explode in his mouth.

Three minutes transpired with no one speaking.

Finally, Lydia spoke.  “Lucinda, Letticia, I want to show Mark some special books in my room.  Will you please excuse Mark and I?”

Letticia looked disappointed.  Lucinda was surprised by her Mother’s statement regarding the books.  Her bedroom was always a special sanctuary and although she had many books there, she very seldom invited guests to her room.

Lucinda got up from the table with Letticia doing the same a moment later.  Lucinda walked to her mother and kissed her gently on the lips.  She immediately tasted the minty flavor that Lydia had alluded to a few minutes before.

“Mother, I’ll see you later this evening.  Mark, you’ll enjoy Mother’s books.  You must be a very special person for her to allow you to see them,” Lucinda said.

 Letticia also kissed her grandmother on the lips.  She stood up and licked her lips.

“Grandmother, I taste a minty flavor on your lips.  Is that the potion?,” Lettie asked.

“Come child,” Lucinda said to Lettie.  “Help me clean up in the kitchen.”

Mark knew that the potion had been introduced to all three women.  He waited until the two younger women had left the room.  “How do you feel?” he asked Lydia.

“I feel I need to be alone with you Mark,” Lydia said softly as she looked into his eyes.  “Come with me.”

Mark got up and gentlemanly, helped pull Lydia’s chair back.  Lydia smiled as she stood.    Lydia took put her arm in Mark’s arm, grabbed a candle, and led him to her bedroom.

*******
They walked into the bedroom and Lydia switched on the ceiling light that barely lit the room.   She walked to the candles on her dresser and touched the end of the lighted candle she was holding to the candle wicks.  She lit five candles on the dresser and one large votive candle on the night stand.  She went to the light switch and turned the electric light off.  The room was bathed in flickering candlelight.

“Mark, help me take off my dress,” she said turning her back to him.

He saw the row of buttons on the dress that went down to her buttocks and slowly began unbuttoning them.  He heard her heavy breathing.   He felt the heat emanating from her back.

When Mark was finished, the dress back opened revealing a black slip and brassiere.

Lydia allowed the dress to fall off her shoulders and to the floor.  She remained with her back to Mark as she pulled the slip over her head.  Her undressing was highly erotic to Mark.  The candlelight cast moving shadows in the room.  She turned to Mark as he looked at her with excitement in his loins.  Her bra pushed up her breasts sensuously and Mark wanted to touch and kiss them.  She was wearing black panties with thigh high black hose held up by a black garter belt.   Mark thought this apparel was so much sexier than panty hose.    The whiteness of her thighs was in stark contrast to the hose and panties.    The room was dim and her body was bathing in candlelight.

Mark looked at the regal woman standing before him.  She moved deliberately and without modesty.  Her body was remarkably trim but not without some sag in her buttocks.  She was, however,  beautifully proportioned.  She pulled her lacy panties down and stepped out of them.  Mark looked down and saw her pubic area.  She was very hairy.  Her underarms were not shaven either.  She was a natural woman in all respects.  She undid her hose from the garter belt.

Mark began unbuttoning his shirt.  He removed it and tossed it to one side.  He was not a wearing a tee shirt.  Mark’s could feel his erect penis trying to burst through his shorts and trousers.

Lydia stared at Mark as she began to unhook the front of her bra.

Mark undid his belt and unzipped his trouser.  He stepped out of them standing there in his briefs.  His erection was clearly evident.

Lydia finished unhooking the garment and allowed it to open, exposing her breasts.

Her breasts were full but  sagged somewhat due to their weight and age.  But they were stunningly beautiful mature breasts.  She removed the garment.  Mark looked at her standing naked except for her thigh high hose and thought she looked extremely sexy.  She removed her hair pin and her braids became undone.  Her long hair fell over her shoulders and down her back.

Lydia sat on the edge of her canopy bed and began to slowly roll her stockings down.  She removed  them from her feet.

Mark watched her as he stepped out of his shorts, his manhood standing out stiffly.

Lydia stood up, now fully naked and approached Mark, took him in her arms and  pressed close to him.

“Mark, it’s been many months since I’ve held a man.  You feel good,” she whispered faintly.  She kissed him gently on his mouth and inserted her tongue between his lips.  He accepted her tongue and introduced his tongue to hers.  He could taste the minty residue of the potion.

Mark felt comfortable and secure in her arms.  He liked  the softness of her body.  It was a mature softness that was appealing to him.  His mind was racing and in a way, he felt he was being embraced by his mother who was leading him into an incestual and forbidden relationship.   He remembered as a child catching glimpses of his naked mother and being excited by those images, particularly as he entered early puberty.  Mark was feeling many different emotions with this woman and was experiencing a heightened sexual excitement that he never felt before.  He had never made love to a woman this old and this, in a perverse way, also excited him.

Lydia’s  ample breasts sagged but not unattractively so.   Her breasts, like the rest of her skin,  were milky white as if never exposed to the sun.  Contrasting the whiteness of her breasts were very large and jet black areolas.  In the middle of the areola protruded abnormally large nipples.  These appendages were at least one half inch long.  Mark had never seen nipples so large.

Lydia came closer to him and cushioned her breasts to his chest.  Her skin was very warm.  Her hair smelled freshly shampooed giving off an aroma  similar to honeysuckle.  He was highly aroused by this woman who exuded a combination of mysticism and eroticism.

“You feel good to me too, Lydia,” Mark replied in a quavering voice.    His hand explored the satin softness of her back.  His hand moved up her back and he could feel the down like hair at the nape of her neck and between her shoulders.

Lydia continued her embrace of Mark.  She felt his erection and moved her pelvis into the hardness.

“Your hands feel good on my back.  Please keep them there while I explore you,” she instructed as she kissed his neck.

She moved her hands to his buttocks and felt of them.  She pulled him closer to her, feeling the erect organ against her.  She moved her hand to the front and reached down between his legs and touched his cock.  She put her hand around it and held it against her.

She held him with the penis in first one hand and then the other.  “Your penis is hard and you’re quite big, Mark.” She held him at arm’s length and sat on the bed as he stood before her with his penis inches from her face.  She stared intently, moving her head from to side looking at the cock, continuing to stroke it as she examined it.

She spoke softly but clearly.  “Did you know that the average man’s erect penis is about five inches, Mark?  You seem to be much bigger than that,” she said as she stroked the cock.  “It seems the older I get, the more I want a bigger penis.  Perhaps I’ve stretched a bit.  I can’t wait for you to put your penis in me, Mark.”

She was sitting on the edge of the bed.  She put both arms behind her on the bed and spread her legs exposing her hairy pubic area.   “Mark, put your hand between my legs and feel me,” she said.  “I want to feel your fingers in me.  I need to be a little more lubricated and your attention now will help later.  I don’t get as  wet as I used to be.”

Mark was amazed at what she was hearing from this woman.

He was disappointed she did not take his penis in her mouth.  He complied with her instructions.  He moved his hand between her legs and felt the hair.  He probed until his found her pussy lips and began parting them with his forefinger.  He lingered at the clit, stimulating it into maximum hardness before he penetrated deeper.  His finger began moving inside her and she moved and hunched on his hand.

“Mark, feel my breasts now,” she asked.

Mark reached down and took her breasts in both hands.  They felt heavy but wonderfully soft and pliable.  He massaged them and noticed her eyes were closed as if in rapture.  Her nipples protruded as if she had been nursing.  She again put her hand on his cock and stroked slowly watching the highly excited penis head turn almost purple with excitement.   She could see the slit in the head was dilated as if preparing to propel the liquid that was readying in his testicles.

‘Mark, I think it’s time for you to be in me.  I hope you’re not disappointed but I don’t much care for oral genital stimulation.  Perhaps Lucinda or Lettie will help you with that,” she continued to whisper in a very low and sultry voice.

Her comment surprised Mark.  He was wondering how Lucinda and Lettie fit into the scenario.

Lydia gracefully walked to the side of the bed and pulled back the comforter exposing the bottom sheets.  She positioned herself on the bed with head on the big, fluffy pillow.  She pulled him between her knees and spread her legs inviting him to enter her palace of delights that lurked inside.

Mark got on the plump featherbed.  The light was dim and shadowy.  She held out her hands to Mark and welcomed him into her embrace.  He positioned himself between her legs and she spread to accept his cock.   He bent down and kissed her on her lips.

He looked down and saw her down covered pubic area.  The area between legs was covered with a hair about two inches long.  The sides of her legs were covered with light brown down.  Through the hair, Mark could see her pouting vulva.  Her labia beckoned through the forest of hair.

Mark approached her with his cock in hand trying to find her opening.  She took charge, taking his cock in her hand and inserting the head between her outer labia.

“Now, she said, push into me.  Let me feel you, my darling Mark,” she murmured.

Mark felt her tighten around his cock as he entered.  She was not extremely wet but lubricated enough to enable him to penetrate with ease.  He pushed into her until he could go no further.

“Ahhh,” she exclaimed.  “Wonderful, just wonderful.  Does anything feel this good.  I think not.  Oh, Mark, you feel so good in me.  Just stay there while I enjoy the feeling of you in me.”

Mark began kissing her breasts.  He inserted her long nipple in his mouth and began sucking on the protruding appendage.  The nipple hardened has he sucked.  His lips were firmly around the nipple as he tugged, flicked and suckled.  He again thought of his mother and pictured him sucking her breasts as a child.  He felt his cock inside of her and she was contracting around the shaft.

“Now,” she instructed, “please begin slowly.  Nice long thrusts and slow withdrawals.”  She closed her eyes in rapture of the intercourse taking place.  Her intense pleasure made Mark even more excited as he made love to this mature, beautiful enchantress.

Mark began to fuck Lydia feeling his cock in the warmness of Lydia’s vagina.  As he stroked, he saw her take two fingers and manipulate her clitoris expertly.  She began rubbing it furiously while he penetrated deep and hard.

“Let me show you a Kama Sutra position I love,” Lydia said.

With Mark’s cock still in her, Lydia placed both of her legs on Mark’s shoulders and arched her pelvis up to insure maximum stimulation and penetration.   The sensation of this position was overwhelming to Mark.  She rocked into him, controlling the rhythm of the lovemaking.  He watched as her breasts moved sensually as he thrust, the nipples fully erect and tender.

“Mark, I love the missionary position.  You are feeling extremely wonderful to me,” she said as she removed her legs from his shoulders.

Mark hovered over her, with his penis firmly in her vagina.  He let her made all the movement and she relished the opportunity to so by thrusting her pelvis hard into his cock.  Mark let her do this for a few minutes, then began to thrust in and out of her again.

Mark picked up the pace of his lovemaking feeling that he was getting close to a climax.  He wanted this to last forever.

“Mark, I feel you are ready for a climax.  So am I.” she said breathlessly.  “Let’s try to cum together,”

Only about seven minutes had transpired since he first put his manhood in her.  He wanted to prolong it but she would have nothing of the kind.

He picked up the pace and she moved to his rhythm.

“Oh Mark, I feel you getting big.  You’re ready to climax.  Please go faster.”

His cock was thrusting frenetically  and she was responding in kind.

“Mark, oh Mark, I am climaxing.  Cum in me now, please.  Please let me feel your seed of nature.  Aghhhhh,” she groaned almost pain like.  “Oh Mother of Nature, this feels so good.  Thank you for delivering Mark to me!”

Mark could feel his semen shoot into her.  After several spasmatic thrusts, he had expelled all of his cum in her.  He slowly withdrew from her.  Semen dripped out of the dilated vagina.   He fell on his back, tremendously satisfied by this remarkable woman.

After a few minutes, almost as if on cue, Lucinda came into the room.  Lydia was under the covers but Mark was still on top of the bed naked.

“Mother, it’s my turn now!  You can’t keep him all to yourself!” Lucinda said in an admonishing tone.

“Go with Lucinda, Mark.  I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.  Thank you for a most wonderful evening. ” Lydia stated.

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Mark got out of Lydia’s bed and picked up his clothes.  He was absolutely dumbfounded by what was transpiring.  He had just finished one of the most erotic experiences of his life and it was just the beginning.

Lucinda had been waiting patiently and could wait no longer.  She listened to the lovemaking through her mother’s door and was extremely aroused.  She tasted the minty flavor of the potion on her tongue and her skin felt like one large receptor of anything sensual.

She needed to pleasure herself in room and envisioned what Mother was doing with Mark.  She sat in her favorite chair and raised her nightgown.  She retrieved a black candle taper from the top dresser drawer.  It was nice and smooth.  She opened her legs and inserted the candle in her vagina and stroked until she climaxed.   She had an overwhelming sexual urge that needed to be satisfied and the candle only helped slightly.  She closed her eyes as she climaxed but was still in a high state of excitement.  She wanted the real thing!

Mark followed Lucinda into her room.  The room had a fireplace with a blazing fire.  On top of the mantle, were five candles in silver candle holders.   The room was full of antique furniture including two boudoir chairs and a loveseat.  There was a makeup table with a large oval mirror framed by intricately carved wood.  The bed was a large, four poster bed.  There were several pillows encased in lacy shams.  On the nightstand was a glass of water and a saucer.  On the saucer was a capsule.

“Oh Mark, we’re so glad you’re with us tonight.  It’s been a long time since we’ve enjoyed the company of a man,” she said.

“Lucinda, I’m flattered at being the center of attraction here, but I don’t know if I can perform again.  I mean sexually,” Mark admitted.  He felt a little silly being there naked in front of this woman.

Lucinda sensed his awkwardness at being naked.  She went to her armoire, found a robe  and gave it.  It was a man’s satin robe that Mark gladly accepted.  She motioned Mark to sit in the loveseat and went to the nightstand, retrieving the glass of water and capsule.

“Mark, this capsule contains  a special mixture that has been in our family for many, many years.   We make this mixture fresh every week and fill gel caps.  We sell these to customers all over the world.  This is Mother’s department, if you will.  We will give you a supply before you leave.  The ingredients have amazing restorative powers.  As a matter of fact, you will be restored in a matter of minutes.  Unlike a female, a male, a human male,  dramatically loses his urge to have sex after experiencing a climax.  It is almost like turning off the sex switch in the body.  Mark, this is not so much a physical phenomenon as it is mental one.  The brain says, “Okay, you’ve used up your sperm, so there is no need for an erection.  Therefore, I’m finished until my sperm count builds back up.  It turns off all sex systems.”

“I’ve never heard it explained that way,” Mark remarked.

“This mixture tells the brain that you do not want to mate to procreation; you want to couple for recreation.  That has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?.  The mixture increases blood flow to the brain and in particular, to the penis,” she explained

“What does it contain?” asked a leery Mark.

“The recipe is secret but some of the ingredients are pumpkin seed, carrots, cucumbers, Ginseng, Ginkgo Biloba, and dried honey to name a few ingredients plus other herbs.   It is totally safe.  We sell the capsules at our store and through mail order.  We have never had a problem.   Men and women keep coming back for it.”

Mark put the capsule in his palm and looked at it.  He popped it in his mouth and washed it down with a sip of water.

Lucinda sat next to him and smiled.  She waited a minute or so and stood.  The fire was crackling in the fireplace as Lucinda faced Mark.  She stood in front of Mark and removed her black robe.  Underneath the robe, she wore a black nightgown the fell to the floor.  The gown was transparent, concealing nothing.  With the fireplace behind her, he could see the silhouette of her legs through the fabric.  The fabric clinged to her breasts which were accentuated on her small body.  His eyes went to her area below her navel.  He could see that she was hairy as well.  He strained to see through the fabric and saw a growth of hair that apparently had never seen a razor.  Mark assessed her body as he began to feel stirrings between his loins.  Mark thought she could not weigh more than 100 or so pounds.  She had narrow hips and a flat stomach.  Her breasts being quite large  were victims of gravity to some degree.     He saw the blackness of her nipple area through the garment and that excited him.    Her long black hair fell almost to the top of her buttocks.  The garment was held together by a sash across her waist.

She approached Mark and knelt before him.  She began rubbing each leg, massaging them.  Her hands felt strong and therapeutic.  His penis began to react to her touching.  She loosened the belt around the robe and opened it revealing her body.  Her breasts swayed with her every movement.

“There”, she smiled looking at his manhood.  “You’re coming around again, aren’t you?”

Mark felt something coursing through his body.  If felt as if the reaction was traveling downward to his cock.

“My, my.  I knew you would be well endowed.  My goodness, what a treat!” she said almost gleefully.  She took his erect member in her hand and began stroking it gently making certain that her thumb and forefinger applied pressure to the sensitive ridge surrounding the penis head.

“Mark, you’re not circumcised.  That’s good.  We like everything natural here,” she whispered to him as she stroked, looking intently at the organ.

Mark leaned his head back on the sofa, closed his eyes, listening to the fire and the murmuring of this woman.

“Mother did not suck your cock, did she?” Lucinda asked already knowing the answer.  “She’s quite set in her ways and likes sex the old fashioned way.  It’s not that she’s against it.  She just prefers not to do it. ”

Mark did not respond.  He just kept his eyes closed enjoying what the woman was doing to him.

He felt her put her mouth on his organ and allow the purple head to slip in between her full, wet lips.  She moved down, enveloping the cock in her mouth.  Her mouth was warm around his cock and he felt her tongue distributing saliva over it.

Lucinda withdrew the organ from her mouth with a popping sound and said, “I love sucking a man’s penis.  I love the softness of the skin on the hard shaft.”

She resumed her fellatio of Mark.  She was truly an expert in sucking a man’s penis.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and examined it.   “Look at how big it has become!  See, the mixture is working!  Look how excited you’ve become.” she said laughing in a childlike manner.

“Hmm, let me see how I can do this,” she said as she got up and removed her robe.  She turned and bent over.  Mark could see her labia between her legs.  With her long pubic hair, it looked like the enchanted forest to Mark.  She backed into his rigidity.

Reaching behind her, she  found Mark’s cock, took it in her hand and  began rubbing her labia with it.  She parted the lips of her pussy and moved backward into the organ.  Mark pushed upward, sending the cock deep into her love canal.

“Mmmmm, feels so good,” she said as she worked the cock expertly.  “You feel so big in me, Mark.”

She moved her tiny body up and down on the organ as Mark sat there, hardly moving.

He watched her as she picked up the speed of the penetrations.   He reached around her and put each hand on her breasts.  They felt full and heavy.   He was amazed how this little woman could have such large breasts.

“Come to the bed with me,” she instructed.

Mark took off the robe and followed her to the bed.  He had a raging erection and needed to satisfy the ache.

He looked at her as she reclined on the Victorian bed, her head on top of the lacy pillows.

Her legs were spread giving the signal that she needed pleasuring.  Mark marveled at the growth of black hair between her legs.  These women did not believe in shaving and were not concerned with bikini lines.  The hair began half way up her inner thighs.  The crotch area was completely covered with the hair.  He ran his fingers through the nest and felt the softness of the hair.  She smelled of bath salts and wondered how she tasted between her legs.

He lowered his face to her pubic region and parted the hair.  He saw the glistening lips, pouting and inviting.  They were swollen in anticipation of the coupling.  He began kissing her vulva.  He heard her gasp and moan in pleasure.

Lucinda was much wetter than her mother.  He tasted her musk and it was not unpleasant.  His tongue probed between the labia and penetrated her as far as it could go.

Lucinda helped Mark by spreading her pussy lips with both her hands while he licked and lapped.  He could see her clitoris jutting out proudly, waiting to be stimulated and he accommodated the sex button.  He playfully flicked the clit as it began even more rigid and as erect as his own organ.

“I beg you, Mark.  Please put it in me before I die,” she screamed.

He positioned himself between her legs and mounted her.  His prick glided in effortlessly and the feeling was euphoric to him.  Since he had drunk the potion, his cock felt an insatiable urge to be stimulated.  He felt his organ in her.  He started to probe in and out.  His uncircumcised cock was gliding in the cock sheath.  He fucked harder and she responded by moving her pelvis into him.

She hooked her feet into his thighs while he took both breasts in his hands.  He thrust vigorously in her pussy, experiencing wonderful sensations as the organ rubbed inside her contracting vagina.  The coupled this way for several minutes.  His cock felt as if it was going to explode.

She gently pushed him off her and onto his back.  She straddled him and put her breasts into his face.  He took a nipple and sucked on it, stretching it and making it longer.  When he milked one breast dry, he went to the other.  She cupped her hand under her breast while he suckled.  Reluctantly, she withdrew her breast from his lips and  moved up on his chest, positioned  her bottom to his face.  She lowered herself on his face.  His  tongue made its way through the jungle of hair that was now matted from her juices.   She rubbed her pussy delicately on his face.

With him still lying on his back she turned around put her head on his extended legs.  She dropped on his erection and felt it go in deep.  She moved up and down on the organ feeling his thrusts.

Mark was feeling very uncomfortable because his cock had become so engorged with blood.  He needed relief.  Positioning her on her knees, he entered from behind.  He saw her breasts suspended under her and he put in hands on them and squeezed them while he thrust.  Finally, he could stand it no longer.  He must have relief.

He began thrusting wildly, hearing her grunt as he penetrated deeply.  He was beginning to think that he could not climax when finally he felt the release.  She felt the cock increase within  her and his ejaculatory spasms began.

An immense relief washed over Mark as the cock began to become flaccid.  She dropped her body to the bed and Mark fell on her with his cock still in.  He slowly withdrew and laid down in his side.

She took him in her arms and held him close as if he were a child.

“Are you all right Mark?” she asked.

Mark did not reply.  He continued to close his eyes.  He finally opened them and gave a weak smile.

“I feel fine.  Just a bit spent, but fine,” he croaked.

“You were simply wonderful.  I’m sorry I got a bit wild but it’s been so long.  Thank you Mark,” she said.

Mark said, “You’re welcome,” and felt silly after he said it.

“Do you want to go back to your room now?” she asked.

“I think I’d better,” Mark replied.

“Don’t be surprised if Lettie visits you, Mark. I just want to warn you,” Lucinda informed Mark.

Mark looked at Lucinda incredulously.  “Are you serious?”

“Yes, of course,” Lucinda stated.  “Lettie has not had many experiences with men and she would not miss this opportunity for anything.  You’ll be fine.  She’ll bring some more of the special mixture.    It’s been wonderful.  Good night.”  She kissed him hard on his lips.

Mark just shook his head as he put on the satin robe.  He continued to shake his head and mutter to himself as he walked back to his room.

*******
Mark took off his robe and got in bed naked.  He climbed under the blankets and felt the crispness of the sheets on his body. He was very tired but extremely satisfied.  He kept wondering if all of this was but a dream, a figment of his wild imagination.  He drifted off to sleep.

*******
Lettie waited patiently all night.  She was somewhat upset that she was always last to partake of manly pleasures.  She had been highly aroused during and after dinner and was intelligent enough to know that the minty taste on her grandmother’s lips was Mark’s potion.  She wanted to interrupt her mother when she was with Mark but had second thoughts about it and remained in her room.  Perhaps Mark would  visit her later.    She waited and pleasured herself with her fingers.  Her breasts had grown because of her pregnancy and they were tender, adding to her excitement.  She felt her tummy and felt special that something was growing in her.

The last time she was with a man was when her mother arranged for a specially selected acquaintance to spend the night with her four months ago.

She was not a virgin when she became impregnated.  She had her first menstrual cycle when she was barely thirteen.   She had lost her virginity when she was fourteen with a boy who lived not too far from where they lived.  They were in the woods playing when she decided to let him do it to her.  He was fifteen at the time.  Her grandmother told her it would hurt the first time and as always, she was right.  It hurt a little and she bled but it was not too bad.  The only problem was the boy came too fast.  He was barely in when he climaxed.  She was disappointed in the encounter but it was not unexpected.  Her grandmother told her it would be that way the first time.  She engaged in sex several more times after that and always enjoyed it; some encounters were better than others but they were all good.   When she turned eighteen, her mother arranged for her to be impregnated by the specially selected man.  She had been instructed to stop taking the anti-pregnancy herb for two weeks prior to the arranged lovemaking session.  She was not sure where the young man was from, but she thought he was from the Boston area.  Her mother arranged a lovely evening for her and made a special dinner for them preceding the lovemaking.  He was given the special capsule and the experience was the best yet.  That was the last time she had a man.

It was six o’clock in the morning when Lettie walked down the hall to Mark’s room.  She opened the door quietly.  She was in a white, gauzy  nightgown.  Opening the door to the room, she peered in and heard his heavy breathing.  She held a capsule in her hand.

She tiptoed to his bed and looked down on him.  He was fast asleep.  His hair was tousled and his face looked as if it had a smile on it.

Carefully, she pulled the covers up and slipped in the bed.  His back was to her and she positioned herself behind him.

Mark immediately sensed her presence and opened his eyes.  He was in such a deep sleep that he had to think where he was and what was happening.   He felt her move closer to him.  He knew it was Lettie!

Lettie felt his warm, naked body and moved her legs into the crook of his legs.  Her breasts were against him and she heard his rhythmic  breathing.  The only thing between her and him was her nightgown.  She pulled from him slightly and raised her gown above her hips.  She moved back into him and pressed her pubic area into his buttocks.   She felt him stirring and reached over his body looking for his penis.  She found it.  It was not stiff but felt good in her hand.  She loved the softness of the skin.

Mark felt her movement and her touching.  He slowly turned around.  He faced her and looked into her eyes.

“What are you doing here, you naughty girl?” he said in a fake admonishing tone as if he were talking to a child.  In a way, she was a child.

She smiled at him with her innocent blue eyes.  He smiled back.  She looked so pretty and vulnerable.  However, he knew she wasn’t the latter.

“I waited all night for you to come to me.  I wanted you so bad.  I think it was your potion.  When you didn’t, I decided to come to you,” she whispered.

Mark thought the potion only lasted a few hours.  Evidently, on some persons, the effect lasted longer unless it didn’t matter to Lettie if she had the potion or not.

Mark felt a slight stirring between his loins.  It had been several hours since he made love to her grandmother and mother but his recuperative powers were beginning to kick in.

“I brought you a capsule,” she said.

“Where is it?” he asked.

“Next to the water pitcher.”

“I don’t need it,” he said.

She felt between his legs and he was indeed getting aroused.

“You have a big one, Mark!” she exclaimed.

“Really?  I thought I was an average guy,” he said.

“Did you know that the average....”

He shushed her and said, “I know, I know.. Five inches right?”

She smiled and began playing with his cock.

“It’s getting bigger!” she said excitedly.

Mark felt her youthful body against his.  She was warm and sensual.  He brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently.  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth allowing his tongue to enter.   As they kissed, she continued to stroke him and he began to respond.

She pulled the straps off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to him.

“My nipples are very sensitive because of my pregnancy.  Please be gentle when you suck them,” she said innocently.

He took her right breast and put his mouth on the puffy nipple appendage.  It looked swollen and excited.  He brought his lips to it and gently began sucking.  He felt the nipple respond to his oral stimulation.

“That’s how the baby will do it,” she purred.  “Right now, you are my baby.  Do the other one, Mark.”

Mark took the other breast and kissed it.  Her breasts were heavier and bigger than her mother’s or grandmother’s breasts.  They had no sag whatsoever.  He attributed that to her youth and being pregnant

As he suckled, his hand went to her tummy and felt her expanding middle.  His hand gently massaged her smooth tummy and felt her protruding navel.  He had never made love to  a pregnant woman and he was highly excited by this encounter.

Lettie sat up in bed and completely removed her nightgown.

Mark’s hand moved down her tummy and between her legs.  He felt the furry area.  Her hair was very soft and down-like.  He probed with his finger and found her slit and entered it.  He immediately felt her lubrication and continued to probe gently.  She reacted to this and pulled him close.

“You are all very hairy,” Mark said.  “All three of you.”

“Do you mean some people trim their hair down there?” she asked as if surprised by the question.

“Most women do,” Mark replied.

“How strange,” she retorted honestly.

“Unlike Mother and Grandmother, I shave my legs but not any place else.  See,” she said as she raised her arm and showed her arm pit.  They were unshaved.  “It’s so much softer than having stubble growing there,” she said.

“It looks good on you.  Most women in Europe don’t shave either,” he said as he continued to explore her body.

His finger was immersed in her wetness and he could sense her  excitement.  He lingered at her clitoris which was rigid with anticipation.

“Mmmm, you just made me come,” she admitted.  “That feels good.  Don’t you agree that cumming is the most yummy feeling in the whole wide world!”

She gently took his hand and removed it from between her legs.  She moved on top of him with the blanket over her shoulders.  She liked the way his hairy, athletic chest felt.  She moved her hands on his chest, running her fingers through the hair.

“I like your titties,” she giggled.  She brought her arm behind her and reached for him.  She found his cock totally erect.  She appeared pleased with herself that he had become excited.    She lifted her bottom and guided the organ between her swollen labia.  She gently sat on him and the cock went in easily.

“Mmmm, now that feels good.  There isn’t anything that feels this good.  Isn’t that right Mark?” she proclaimed.

“Nothing feels this good, Lettie,” he said honestly enjoying this young siren.

With her eyes closed, and fully impaled on his cock, she began sensual movements on Mark.  Ordinarily, Mark would be close to climax but due to his previous encounters, he was not even   close to coming.   She dropped down so that her breasts were in front of his face.  He put his hands on her back and pulled her closer to him so he could suck her nipples.  She continued to move up and down on his penis.

“Now I want you to fuck me face to face,” she said.  “Mother said I must be careful because I’m pregnant, Mark.”

“I’ll be gentle, Lettie,” Mark replied.  Mark noticed the sun was rising and began to illuminate the room.

Kicking the covers out of the way, the woman-child  got on her back and spread her legs.  Mark could see her furry area.   He wanted to taste between her youthful thighs.

With his two hands he parted the wet hair exposing the pouting lips of the young woman.  She moaned in delight.  He began kissing her and toying with her clitoris.  He felt her convulse and then gasp.

“Oh, Mark, you made me come again!” she squealed in delight.

He entered her with his tongue and tasted her juices.

“I like that.  No one has ever done that to me!  Don’t stop now,” she exclaimed and moved her pelvis tighter into his face.

He licked her from the bottom of her labia to the top of her clitoral hood.  He put the clitoral hood between his lips and tugged on it, occasionally flicking his tongue against the hot button.

He was ready to enter her but was cognizant of her pregnant state.  He did not to harm to this beautiful creature.  He entered her slowly and deliberately,  feeling her vagina swallow his member like some hungry animal eating prey.

“Mmmm, oh Mother Nature, that feels soooooo gooood!  Thank you, Supreme Being!” she said dreamily.

He gently penetrated her and with each thrust, she came up to meet him.   He did not want to penetrate too deeply.

“Oh Mark, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way,” she cried.  Her hands roamed over his body and face.  “No one has ever made love to me like this.”

“Mark, would you think ill of me if I asked you to do something?” she asked.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“I’ve read that anal sex is best when one is pregnant.  I’ve never experienced anal sex.  Will you try it on me?” she asked.

This young woman amazed Mark.  He replied.  “All right, Lettie.  Let’s try it.  Get on your side and guide me in.”

She got on her side and  lifted her leg and reached for him.  He moved closer to her as she put his organ in her anus.  He felt the head go in the brown orifice.  He pushed and the head penetrated deeper.  He felt her sphincter clamp down his cock.

“How does it feel”, he asked.

“It feels like I’m going to do number two,” she said.  “Put it in some more.  It feels different but good.”

“Lettie, play with your clit while I do this.  It’ll make you feel good.”  She obeyed his instruction and started rubbing her clitoris.

Mark reached and began playing with her breasts while he pleasured her anally.  Mark was beginning to appreciate anal sex more and more and liked the tightness and warmness of the anus on his cock.  He picked up the pace and the penetration knowing that he need not be concerned with harming the vagina or the fetus growing in her.

“Lettie, I’m going to climax, okay?” he asked.

“Oh Mark, this is beginning to feel so good.  You come anytime you want.  I’m about to come again too.”

He continued to thrust and feel himself building up to the climax.  He felt his testicles contract and finally expelled his semen into the young lady.  He heard her gasp and scream.  The bed was making a lot of noise with squeaks and groans.  He was totally spent.  He pulled his cock out and lay on his back.

She moved to him and kissed him tenderly all over his face.

“Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you,” she kept repeating.
******
It was 9:30 a.m. when Mark walked down stairs to the dining room.  On top of the buffet was a large silver coffee urn.  No one was in the room.  He took a delicate looking cup and filled it with the steaming black liquid.  It smelled delicious.  He sat down at the table, sipping it appreciatively.

The door leading into the kitchen opened and in walked Lydia.

“Good morning, Mark,” she said.  “How do you feel this morning?”

“Well, I feel fine.... I think,” he responded.

She smiled. “Are you ready for something to eat?”

“That would be great!” he replied.

She went back in the kitchen as Mark studied the dining room in the light of the day.  He felt he had taken a time machine back into the nineteenth century.

Lydia came in after a few minutes a gave him a large glass of apple juice.  “This juice  came from our apples we grow here, ” she advised.  It was ice cold and delicious.  “Your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

She returned to the kitchen.

In about five minutes, she returned with a plate of French toast made from the homemade bread they baked yesterday.  The toast was covered with blueberries and nuts.  Lydia set down a small pitcher of maple syrup.

“The berries and maple syrup come from this area.  The pecans come from down south I think.”

Mark smelled the aroma.  He poured the warm maple syrup over the bread and began eating.   It was delicious.  Lydia took his cup and refilled it with coffee.

Lydia sat in her chair and studied Mark as he ate.  She sipped her tea.

“Where are Lettie and Lucinda?” Mark asked.

“Lettie left for school.  She is attending classes at the University of Vermont.  She received all her pre-college schooling at home.  We just feel that attending college is good for the mind and encouraged her to attend.  Lucinda is at the book store,” Lydia advised.

“Lucinda asked me to give you this before you leave,”  Lydia said handing him an antique bottle full of the potency capsules.

“Thanks,” Mark replied.  It was a lovely antique apothecary bottle with a cork.  He took the bottle and slipped in his pocket.

“Lydia, can I ask you a question,” Mark said.

“Of course.  What is it?”

“Last night and this morning were the most extraordinary experiences of my life.  You, Lucinda and Lettie are the most remarkable women I’ve ever met.”

“What is your question?” she asked.

“I need to know if the potion worked,” he said.

“Mark, when you were invited to stay with us, we were excited at the prospect of having such an attractive man with us.  You know we are very open about sex and believe that desire to engage in it is as natural as breathing.”

Mark listened intently to her as she continued to speak.

“I personally, was not sure if I wanted to have intercourse with you.  I’m sure Lucinda and Lettie were anxious to get you in their beds, but I’m not totally positive about that either. When I took the potion, something came over me.  I knew I was in full control of my emotions but something was driving me to spend time alone with you.  The moment you and I were alone, I knew I wanted you to make love to you.   I sense that the potion nudged me along and made it easier for me to submit myself to you.”

“Then it was the potion,” Mark stated.

“Perhaps,” she said smiling.  “What difference does it make?  It happened and we’re all quite content.  At least I am.”

“Well, I guess I better get going,” Mark said. “Would you thank Lucinda and Lettie for me?”

“Of course,” Lydia replied.  “Just one more thing before you go Mark.  Do you realize that you have experienced something that few people have ever experienced?” she explained.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You made love to threegenerations of women in the past twelve hours!  Really four if you count the baby living inside Lettie.  You know that babies feel pleasurable sensations that the mother is feeling.  Three generations!  How many men can say that?” she said smiling.  Not only three generations of women, but three generations of the same family; the grandmother, mother, daughter.  Isn’t that quite amazing, Mark!”

Mark absorbed what she was saying and realized how remarkable the encounter truly was.  Mark got up from his chair and kissed her on the forehead.  She smiled and patted his face.

He reluctantly went upstairs to get his bag.

******
Mark drove through the beautiful countryside heading toward Boston’s Logan Airport.  He looked in the rearview mirror and watched as his experience was slowly fading behind.  He was glad to be going home but sad that he was leaving the remarkable Blackthorn family.   He wondered if he would ever see them again.  He also wondered when and where  he would use the potion again.

To be continued.