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Although the trees made the same rustle in the wind, and the earth and stone crunched all the same as I walked over it this morning, I could feel change in the air.
For the both of us, Maru and I, another part of our lives was about to begin at almost the same time today. I would have wished my twin luck during her day if I had only known what she would need it for. Something powerful and somehow… mature was about to enter our lives.
Watching Maru'El leave the farmstead with our niece Tikki was the start of any normal day. It wasn't normal for other boys I heard about from Elzbeth, but for me, this was just like every other day.
Maru was obligated by her age and sex to do what our mother and father would call 'womanly work'. But somehow they saw fit to let me wander off my own way, to Elzbeth's care. It was hardly fair for Maru to blame like I knew she had to be, but I couldn't complain to our parents on her behalf and risk them taking this away from me, too.
Especially today. It was important, somehow, that I learn more than just magick like I would any other day. That much I knew. But more than that, the source of this odd feeling of impending change eluded me.
The two girls turned off the dirt trail that led into the grazing fields beside the farmhouse, and I stopped to watch them for a moment, wondering where they wandered to each and every day. Part of me hoped Maru'El would turn around, but she was already enjoying her time with our sister/niece. I sighed and resignedly turned back on my way.
The walk to Elzbeth felt longer than it usually did, considering how close the two farms really were. My mind had very few thoughts in it, mostly nothing thoughts about Maru'El and Tikki and myself. Then my mind turned to the way the tree leaves fluttered dry in the breeze, and how red the sun looked as it began to climb the sky. The long walk seemed to melt away, and when I found myself at Elzbeth's front door I had forgotten everything I had thought when last I saw my twin and niece.
I leaned into the doorway, bracing my arms on either side of the doorframe and peeking inside.
"Hello? Elzbeth?"
Hearing the sound of gushing water, which was odd for a house with no water well on the inside, I came in to find what out what the older woman was up to.
"Come in here, Daru," she called in a singsong voice from the house's only other room.
Her lighthearted humming was traveling through the small shack like soft, flowing vibrations. And it stirred that feeling of change in me once again, a feeling I couldn't deny was there, very strong and very hungry.
There had to be something waiting for me, I thought.
Something revealing. Something powerful.
I was right.
In the next room, I saw Elzbeth, bathing openly. Her shallow tin basin was filled halfway with steaming water. And she crouched naked within, splashing lightly.
She was humming the Call, summoning the magick out of from within the water swirling around her feet. The liquid in the basin flowed up her hips, and encircled her body, twisting around her slender waist and her extremely trim stomach.
I was smitten.
Never had I envisioned Elzbeth naked in this kind of situation. And the feelings that came over me cried out that this was the inevitable change I had foreseen.
The water rubbed over her, played with her almost affectionately. A trail of soapy liquid ran upwards, against gravity, between the deep valley of her breasts, forking at her collarbone. The two streams then curved around to cup her breasts, pouring over the globular shapes. Elzbeth's eyes were closed in mild concentration.
That kind of magic completely baffled me. Letting the inner-spirit of a thing not alive, such as water, take on the shape of two almost-human hands. The two grooved cones cupped, and massaged her. And I found myself compelled to watch as her flesh was molded under the gentle and transparent pressure, her erect nipples twisting and bending with the tweaking of ghostly thumbs.
My emotions were dumbfounded. I felt awe, and for the first time in my ten years, want.
Somehow, I knew I would have her, just because at that moment, I wanted for her, so badly.
I gasped at my curiosity, feeling almost a sense of shame. Looking down, I felt myself redden. My piece halfway out of my leggings, pointing directly up at me.
Trying to shove it down, I forgot for a moment where I was, still standing a few feet from my teacher, a woman who was more of a mother to me than my own had ever been. I managed to get my rod back into my pants, but ended up creating a bigger bulge which followed the left side of my belt. Then slowly, I looked up…
Everything had gone quiet in the house.
Elzbeth had stopped humming. The water at her feet and ankles was calm, unmoving. And she had a grin on her face that would convince most of the nearby farmers she was a devil. But I recognized it, because I had seen her show it to me hundreds of times.
She was pleased.
"Daru," she chided me, "you needn't fret over such a thing as hiding your desire. You're a growing man and in the presence of a beautiful woman."
Elzbeth sunk down into the tub, and the water splashed gently around her as she draped her legs over the low edge of the basin she now sat in.
"And you tuck yourself in your leggings like a boy who's never pleased himself before. You can take care of yourself now, here, if you like."
She spoke with a smile in a cool, confident tone that I'd never heard her use before. I gave her a blank, questioning look in return and shrugged, trying to lean casually on the door's arch.
"I'm afraid I don't quite know what you mean by your words. I apologize."
She was surprised, and I could here it in her voice, see it in her eyes as she looked from my very honest face to my very honest arousal.
"But you're so… well endowed. It's a shame you've never even…"
She frowned, and picked up a ragged cloth from in the water next to her hip.
"This can't go on another minute if that's the case."
Elzbeth looked at me, straight in the eyes.
"Let me see you, Daru'El. I'm going to show you something very special and important."
She was my teacher, and a mother figure in my life. I hesitated, fretting, but then I undid my belt, and presented myself, holding my piece at the base with my fingers as if it might jump up into my face.
"Masturbation, Daru, is the way a man relieves himself of a build up of his sperm."
Elzbeth was only a few feet away, laying back in the small basin, her legs spread slightly and the soapy water of the basin barely covering her privacy.
"Sperm is something that grows inside of you when you feel… urges," she said quietly as she ran the ragged cloth up one leg and then back down.
"When two people have sexual intercourse, the man usually ejaculates. That's when your sperm is released. It's something casually called cumming."
I could feel her eyes on my member, as if she could see into it, see the blood I could feel pumping through it, making it so hard. I was starting to get nervous, and she could tell by my clenched fist at my side.
"When you don't engage in intercourse often but feel the pressures of arousal, an overload of sperm builds up in your testes, the part of your privacy where it is created, which can be unhealthy for a young man so quickly maturing, like yourself.
"Now, a man should make himself cum when he isn't able to get in bed with someone. That is masturbation. I am going to teach you how to do it, Daru. How to please yourself."
I looked down at my member in my fingertips, frowning and chewing the inside of my cheek.
"It doesn't sound very fun, Elzbeth. I don't think I'll be pleased."
She smiled, and said, "Trust in me on this..."
Elzbeth leaned forward only slightly, looking down at my hands and avoiding contact with my confused eyes.
"Take yourself in your hand, there, Daru'El. And wrap your fingers around your shaft, the long part of your member. Make a fist, and make it tight…"
Elzbeth was bewitching me. She was doing something with her voice that I could not resist, twisting her tones so that she was commanding me softly to do what she asked.
I took my fingertips off of my piece for a moment, and then did exactly what she had 'suggested'. I wrapped my long fingers around myself, making a tight-fitting fist.
"Feel how hot it is? How hard? That is the true measure of a man, right there, my sweet Daru. What you hold in your hands is no child's play thing, but the very thing that makes you a man among men."
She licked her lips just then, and watching her tongue move over them suddenly made my member bounced and throb in my hand.
"Move your hand, your fist, up and down your flesh. You are very well grown, and uncut. An admirable trait, that. It will make your work easier, at least in this…"
As I began to move my hand, Elzbeth moved her own. I watched, enthralled, as she dragged that dripping cloth over her bare shaven legs, watched as it trailed down a tanned thigh.
Standing there, I felt strange. Out-of-place. I halted my hand, feeling how dry my mouth had gotten.
"I am…unsure."
"Daru'El, you have learned every magic and every chant I've ever tried to teach you. I'm sure I can teach you in this."
She nodded to me, and I started to continue, seeing this as the lesson it truly was.
I squeezed my member, looking down. I knew it always felt nice when it was swollen like this. Veins popped out all along the outside, and the head puffed up until it was much larger than it ever had been before. Elzbeth made a small gasp of pleasure seeing me toy with myself in this way, she was delighted to witness my honest exploration.
It pulsed in my hand. I was enjoying this feeling. I looked up to see Elzbeth intently watching. Her eyes beckoned me to go on, and I did. Slowly, a t first, I began moving my hand up and down my shaft as she had instructed. As I went on, my pleasure grew. I could feel the tingling in my 'testes', and the thought of this woman watching me seemed to make it even more exciting.
"It's sore," I blurted out in a deep gasp.
"The pain, it feels…good…"
I gasped loudly, looking into her ice-blue eyes, as the lantern light glinted off of them. Elzbeth looked more beautiful sprawled in the shallow tin tub than she ever had. I eyes her perfectly formed breasts, slightly dampened, resting against her body as she leaned back and stared at my piece, heaving with her breathing. Her long dark curls were wet, matted against her soft, tanned, shoulders. Both of her slim hands were playing on her belly, dancing along the flat, muscled plane. She teased her own skin and belly button with trimmed fingernails, so smooth.
"You're such a big boy," she whispered, almost breathless.
"Nay…a fine young man…."
I felt something breaking, or begin to burn inside of me. I stumbled forward, confused, and half bent over, gripping the edge of the tub with my one free hand. Moaning, unable to slow my hand, I moaned uncontrollably. I couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling that was building up in all of my muscles. I kept tugging on myself, gasping, letting out this thick fire building in my shaft and testes.
"Ah! Gods!"
Throwing my head back and letting go of the tub so I stood straight up, slightly arched back, eyes closed to the ceiling, I released this pressure The release itself felt better then anything ever had in my life.
"Yes! Ahhh!" I roared.
Moaning and groaning from painful pleasure, I looked down, watching as I felt hot stuff pour out of me, onto Elzbeth. Thick white ropes of heavy liquid spewed endlessly.
And then I heard her chuckle. Not a mean laugh, or an embarrassed one, but one of delight. Looking up puzzled, I could see her stomach covered with the stuff I had shot out of me.
How could that make anyone happy? I asked myself.
"This is cumming?" I panted, out of breath and weak to the point of almost falling down.
Elzbeth's fingernails lazily traced lines in the cum on her belly.
"Yes, this is. You produced quite a lot, for someone so young as you, Daru. So sweet…"
She licked the tip of one finger, grinning, and I didn't know whether I should be appalled or aroused again.
My body seemed to be fighting with itself.
Elzbeth's face, too, seemed to be struggling with some thought.
She got to her feet, and crouched, wiping the warm cum from her smooth belly into the water. She actually blushed when she saw that I was staring at her, peering between her thighs.
Elzbeth closed her knees and sank into the water again.
"Is it...the same for you?" I inquired.
"No," Elzbeth said softly, smiling.
"Perhaps another day, we can talk about that. But not today. Here, let me clean you up. A man should clean himself as well as a woman must."
Elzbeth leaned forward, still on her knees in the grayish water in the tub. With careful and experienced hands, she picked me up out of my own hands, and began to rub over me with the rough cloth.
I could feel myself becoming aroused again, feel the blood beginning to pump and flow through all of my being once more.
"Elzbeth, I think you should stop. It is…affecting me...that way."
But when I looked down into her eyes, they were dazed, glossed over.
For some reason, I knew Elzbeth could not stop touching me, not until she was done whatever it was she intended to do.
"It is as if….as if this is a power you have…..Daru'El, I ..can't stop myself…"
So many new thoughts began to form in my mind at her speech that I didn't know what I was thinking or intending, anymore.
One of the woman's hands one hand rested on the outside of my thigh, rubbing and patting me soothingly. The other held me straight out, holding my piece firmly at the base. Then, suddenly, I could feel her lips kissing my member as it bounced and throbbed back to full hardness despite the sore pain left after my first orgasm. I groaned, loudly, and it made Elzbeth moan against me.
I could hear her take a breath, and she leaned back, looking at my shaft, my testes, smiling. Her other hand was rubbing my hip now, encouraging me to move forward, which I didn't really know to do. She looked up at me as she lowered her gaping, pink lips to my flesh, her hand slowly stroking me from the base upwards, keeping me long and hard.
"Elzbeth…" I said in a low, concerned tone of voice.
I placed one hand on her head, and the other on her shoulder, totally unsure of what to do now, how to hold her, how to help her. It was too good, I thought. I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I was, but it was good. This woman kneeling infront of me, and basically within my power, through magick or lust, I knew not, nor did I care.
My fears were at last obliterated and my ultimate control over the situation was affirmed as her mouth descended over me completely. My shoulders sank and my knees nearly buckled, but my hands grabbed desperately onto her hair and soft skin.
My piece slowly sank into her warm and dark encompassing mouth, as her lips tightly pursed around it to create a seal. Her milking lips were pulling me slowly into her mouth, pumping the blood through my member and making me more excited. I could feel the leverage, and the want to buck into her wonderful face, to fill her mouth with that same cum I had dropped end upon end over her belly.
"Yes…" I groaned, my hands tight and firmly entwined in her dark wet hair.
Boldly, I took control, pushing my hips forward and into her mouth. Surprisingly, she moaned. Her hand still helped me, and pushed my hips forward more then I intended, but she was enjoying this fully.
Encouraged, I pulled at her head with my hands, not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to force her mouth farther over my member, force myself deeper into her throat.
I couldn't believe how much of my hard, blood-engorged flesh she could take into her. I winced, and knew what I felt was the beginnings of my cumming.
"Elzbeth…" I moaned, and upon hearing her name, the woman began to work her mouth harder over me, faster.
I helped her, thrusting my hips instinctively, reflexively pulling her head faster and faster up and down my piece.
"I am…going to..cum…" I warned her.
But Elzbeth did not withdraw. And I didn't give her room to do so.
I kept bucking, out of control, yet oddly, still in control. I looked down at Elzbeth, her eyes squeezed tightly against the pressure of my tight-skinned head pressing against the spongy back of her throat.
I knew I was in control, even as I was losing control.
I knew that Elzbeth had had no intention of doing this act to me, of going this far.
But somehow, the mere measure of my lust, the sensation of watching my excitement, had weakened her adult common sense. And she had wantonly become my plaything.
The thought erupted like a fire in my brain, just as my member blasted into my teacher's mouth.
She gulped, groaned, and almost seemed to struggle. I didn't release her though. A cool sense of calm flowed through me, like I felt whenever I was in control of something magickal and other-worldly. As my hands continued to pull her up and down over my slowly softening member, I let go of the source of the magick I had caught a fleeting glimpse of, and let go of Elzbeth's head and hair.
She pulled back, startled, amazed, baffled and ashamed. Her face was blushing crimson. For some reason, that made me smile.
I yawned and stretched, and pulled my leggings up from where she had pushed them down around my knees. For a brief moment, I looked at my member, how limp it had become and how much easier it was to put away. I also looked at it with a newfound respect.
Looking over into Elzbeth's eyes, watching as the glossy stare departed from the icey blue gaze, I knew I had indeed learned something.
There had been a change, after all.
And I wondered if it was as I had foreseen.
Had Maru'El undergone a change of some sort, too?
K.Skellington.
Copyright © 2001 [BloodWine Productions]. All rights reserved.
Revised: June 14, 2001 .