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Author's Note:
This story was developed several years ago, as a first try at writing erotica. It was posted in several UseNet newsgroups for such material, and was quite well received. I've really hoped it was a great introduction to my religious beliefs for a lot of people. Judging by the lack of negative response (and wealth of positive response) I received at that time, it may indeed have been so.

(Story content: MFM, oral, anal, Fsolo, Rom, Fantasy)

Hallie loved the beach. It wasn't just the love of a day in the sun and the sound of the pounding surf. It wasn't even getting to show off her graceful curves to the lifeguards. She was a mermaid of sorts, a sea priestess. And that meant her power was its greatest when she was at the ocean. She always wondered what it was like for all of the mundanes, going to the beach just to have a nice time in the sun, sand and sea. Not to feel that rush of energy and the ability to control it. To her, the water was the blood of her goddess, the world's biggest basin of holy water. The sun was fire incarnate, and the sand was earth. And from the slightest breeze to the fiercest gale, the wind carried the power of the air. And every bit of that power but waited for her command.

She knew her sea magic. She could pull the waves higher on the beach, or turn the winds to cool the air around her. That was tricky stuff and not of much practical use most of the time. But that she could do it was a measure of her abilities. Most of the time, she did simple things, like calling driftwood or perhaps a shell from the surf. Driftwood made good magic wands, and shells were useful tools in their own right. A shell or a rock, charged with her wish and thrown back into the sea most always brought immediate results. She had only to ask, and Goddess provided. Her loved ones were happier now that she'd had some time at the beach to ask favors on their behalves. Her brother was back with his lover. A friend had a new apartment which he liked quite well. She'd managed to get a raise for herself. At times, it was almost too easy. But she knew her gods, and made sure they knew it was all appreciated. Her will and ability might focus to bring the end result, but it was all dependant upon the will of the gods.

Sometimes, when she was drawing symbols in the sand, or looking for just the right piece of shell or reed, she knew the others on the beach were wondering at what she was doing. People who lived there had seen such things often enough to be truly curious. She let their unasked questions remain unanswered. Things were still too dangerous. They didn't burn Witches anymore, but in plenty of places these days, Witch still meant Satanist to the ignorant, and having people think you were anything like that could get rocks thrown through your windows, or worse. Best not to take chances on people being well- educated and open-minded. Let them wonder.

This year, the curiosity came from a troublesome source. The lifeguards were living in one of the beachfront houses, sharing it among the handful of them that guarded the little strip of beach. Usually they lived nearer the surfing ground, so that they were closer to the waves when they were off-duty. Still, she'd been coming to this little town since she was small, and sometimes the lifeguards had gotten houses on this part of the beach. It was convenient. She remembered being a teenager, still naive, but knowing enough of the world and her own senses that she knew how lucky it was when the lifeguards did live on the beach. They played where they lived. And when they worked there too, it meant tan, athletic, ocean-loving men around almost 24 hours a day. A teenage girl could build wonderful fantasies with no more fodder than that. Ah, but this year, it could be a problem.

She'd been here since the end of last summer. Writing was her living, and that was easier for her at the beach. It had been an easy decision to scrape together enough for the house. And when she'd moved, it had been the first time she'd been at the beach for any length of time since becoming Pagan. Last summer had been the first when any significant number of people had witnessed her curious activities. No matter, since they'd all been tourists, visiting for a week at most. But with the lifeguards spending most of their time on the beach, she was just waiting for the time when one (or all) of them would get curious enough about her to bring it up in conversation.

Never mind that a few of them watched her activities more for the joy of watching a beautiful body in a small swimsuit. Never mind that one of them had beautiful red-gold hair that looked like fire as the wind whipped through it. Never mind that he had a face and body that would have inspired Greek statuary two millennia before. Never mind that there wasn't just one of him, but two... Identical twins. A fantasy in itself. She had a thing for men with long hair, and doubly so for redheads. And those abs, which made her want to scrub her clothes on them.... Ah, well.... It was a lot like it had been when she was younger. She could watch, and hope, and even fantasize (though THAT was a lot more interesting with some years of experience and knowledge under her belt...). But unless the world order changed, the most she could really hope for was a small, subtle flirtation which wouldn't last a week, or go beyond a few significant looks. Even with two of them, the odds were still pretty small. Thinking about it didn't do anything but get her hot, and she had better things to do than drool over unattainable men, even if they were that delicious.

These days, she was spending her free time collecting cast-off gull feathers, pink pebbles and cowrie-like shells. The shells were held to be symbols of sexuality, since they were shaped like a woman's nether lips. The pink pebbles were for love and lust. The feathers were the freedom of flight, and the power to control one's course on the winds, and as symbols of air, they would help the winds carry her request to someone who could help her. None of those things were common on the beach, and it had taken her a few days to find enough to suit her purposes. But finally she was ready.

This was to be a spell for a lover. She knew better than to try to spell some acquaintance or fantasy man into a relationship. Trying to crush another's free will was as close to a sin as a Witch could get. But you could send out a call for the right person, and if the time was right, they would show up. And it would be about time, too. She'd been alone for a long time. She was only 24, but her last lover had been over 6 years ago. She was too picky, she knew. No one had been quite right to really get serious with. And if you weren't serious, you certainly weren't having sex these days.

But Witches were also inherently sensual and sexual people, never likely to be called prudes, and she was not exactly the exception to the rule. She loved erotic writing. Movies were also great. A lot of them still treated women like objects, but there were enough done by or for women or couples that she could find some that were great to watch. Sure, a lot of it was really off the wall compared to her actual experiences. She'd only had one lover, and he'd been downright boring, in retrospect. Sometimes she wondered if she was really given the chance, how far into some of her fantasy scenarios she'd really let herself go. She wasn't sure she really wanted to find out. But she was getting tired of getting herself off after watching some hot scenes on video, or reading a particularly erotic passage in one of her favorite stories.

People said that you always knew how to make sex best for yourself, and it was a shame your partner could never replicate your own knowledge of your body's responses. But that didn't mean that masturbation was the best sex you could have. She remembered the feeling of a quick, hard fuck. That was the one thing Tommy had been good at. Ramming into her like he wanted to pierce her heart. You couldn't get that with your own fingers or a dildo. And you most certainly couldn't lick your own nipples. At least she didn't think you could. Somebody with a lot of spare time might have accomplished it....

She needed a man. She had for years. And it was getting to the point where her desire to have a real, live, hard man inside her was driving her to distraction. Spontaneous combustion was becoming a real possibility. Getting off four or five times a day wasn't helping any. She could have all the orgasms she could possibly give herself, and it didn't do anything to fill the void of having her nether realms stuffed. So, knowing that need was the greatest criteria to a strong spell, she was finally ready to see if she couldn't bring herself a lover who could satisfy years of pent-up sexual energy.

The Goddess had her consort, and it was only natural that Her priestess should have one of her own. Of course, finding a mortal man to measure up to the Horned God might not be possible. But since the word "horny" sounded like it was probably derived from the Stag King's own name, you could at least hope there would be a willing and able male ready to answer the call.

It was the night of the full moon. A time for any positive magic. And when the moon was at its peak, the magic should be strongest. She set out for the beach, making sure to turn out the lights which shone on the beach in front of the house. It would be hard enough to avoid discovery and some difficult questions without having her own lights making her look like she was on stage for the neighbors. Especially since this had to be done skyclad. She usually worked robed while outside. Sometimes she went casual and wore her bikini, as she did when she was collecting things during the day. But any ritual involving that much sexual energy would be more appropriate done in the nude. She just had to hope that the fact that none of the nearby houses were currently occupied meant that no one would happen by to discover and disturb her.

Just thinking about her future lover had her heart racing. And the quickness of her breathing wasn't from the exertion of the quick run down the stairs to the beach. The cool night air whisked over her naked body, caressing the suntanned skin, whipping her long hair around her head. Her nipples were hard even without the breeze, and the moisture coming from the sea was nothing compared to the stream running from between her legs.

Single-minded to her purpose, she quickly went through the ritual motions of creating sacred space for the ritual. It was always easier and quicker at the beach, just because of what she was. But her eagerness pushed her pace even faster, as her mind raced to the images of this future lover which her imagination supplied. She moved into the ritual itself, pouring her desires into her tools.

Shells, for sexuality, that they bring her a man who knew how to really pleasure her, touched quickly to her nether realms to gather the juice as it continued to drip from between her lips. That would strengthen the call, and she was going to put everything she had into this working. The small pink pebbles. Pink for love and lust, that her lover be more to her than a body. Small pink stones, the color of her nipples, as they hardened to pink stones themselves, just thinking of the power of the sex her lover would bring. Feathers, for the freedom to be herself with him, and for the strength and power to control where the winds of fate would bring her with this man. Soft feathers, soft as her skin where she pulled them across her body, reveling in the sensation on the sensitive flesh of her breasts, stomach and thighs. These things she wrapped in red cloth, cloth dipped again in her body's own juices, as a regular river flowed onto her thighs. Tied shut, the bundle was a powerful enchantment ready to be loosed to do its intended job. To toss such a charm into the sea was to release its power into the world, where it would bring about what she desired, if only the time was right.

She quickly opened a door in the sacred circle of magic, passing through with her charm, and dispersing the barrier after her. A few short steps to the water. She could feel the sexual power pulsing from the charm, in time with her heart beat. It beat faster now, as she reached the point of release for her spell. Her blood pounded in her veins, swelling her breasts and clit as the hormones of her arousal did their work. The surf grasped at her feet, and she took another step, letting it climb her calves. Now, she paused, the images of flesh-on-flesh filling her mind. Her body and soul were filled with wanting, and it was this wanting which she poured into the charm between her hands. It wasn't a bundle of cloth, shells, pebbles and feathers anymore... it was a living embodiment of her desire, and she was sending it off into the world to bring her a man. Goddess grant her that. And she hurled it into the sea.

It sank with a quick pop, and her mind came to the state of clarity that always came as the ritual energy was released, and she returned to the normal world. It was almost like waking from a dream. Sometimes it took a moment to come back to normal. It was a good time to sit and watch the waves. So, she sat and watched the waves. The moon's reflection rested on the ocean swells. She lay back and looked up at the moon itself. It was beautiful, bright and clear in the dark night sky. Her hands rested on her stomach, but the feel of skin on skin was delicious in the night air, and she began to run her hands across her body, across the flat stomach, around in slow circles, just enjoying the sensations. From there, her hand drifted to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard from all of the sexual desire she'd poured into the spell. Her breasts were swollen with the increased blood flow, and still very sensitive. The feel of her hands upon them was wonderful. She grasped them from underneath, lifting them upwards, squeezing them lightly. That was good. She squeezed a little harder. The sensation aroused her further. She worked them in her hands, squeezing and massaging the flesh.

She imagined a lover doing that to her; big, rough male hands grasping and massaging her soft breasts. His lips would trace their way from her mouth to her chest, and his hands would leave them while his lips took their place to caress and love her tits. She continued to massage her breasts, thinking of the lover who would take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until she writhed beneath him. She pinched her nipples hard, knowing he would see her enjoying the sensation of rough handling, and realize she would really get off on having him bite her nipples lightly. Yeah, that was it. She squeezed and pinched and caressed, and her breasts began to respond, becoming even more sensitive to the stimulation, the nipples hard and small like the pebbles in her spell. Her breathing was fast now, almost panting. The sensations were almost too delicious. Her hands left her breasts, traveling back down the spanse of curves and soft skin, grazing over her slender, rounded hips. As the heel of her palm pushed against the top of her pubic mound, her head rolled back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. She could feel the juices still trickling out of her nether realms and down the inside of her thighs onto the sand.

She spread her thighs wide. Her right hand reached down to dip her fingers into the slick wetness. Just a touch. Right over the mouth, not touching, but close enough that the anticipation only made the stream flow faster. She rubbed fingers and thumb together, enjoying the slippery contact. Then she reached down again, using her left hand to hold her nether lips apart. Starting at the entrance, she slid index and middle finger into the slick, not into the hole itself, but up to the edge, stopping to gather the juices there, and then slowly moving upwards, collecting the wetness until she reached her clit. Her fingers were drenched in the stuff, and she began to spread it liberally around the outside of the sensitive button.

She traced her fingers around it in ever-narrowing circles, never touching it, but always closer. The flow from her hole renewed the supply of the slick stuff, and she reached down again to gather more with which to slather her love button. Finally, she had thoroughly coated her clitoris in a thick mass of juice. She moved her left hand higher, holding the pussy lips apart where they tried to cover her engorged clit. The lips themselves were slippery from all of the juice, and as they tried to slip free of her grasp, the sensation had her throwing her head back again a silent cry. She gripped them again, with a little more strength, and lowered her right hand back to her slit. The clitoris was drowning in juice, and she was as ready as she would ever be to bring herself to an orgasm of historical proportions.

She worked her way around the clitoris again, circling ever closer to the focus of the matter. Finally, she touched it lightly, letting her slippery fingers graze its surface briefly. Her knees, hips and back worked together to respond to the sensation, bowing her whole body upwards at her hips. The clitoris was sensitive from all of the anticipation and preparation, so, slowly and lightly at first, she began to run her fingers over it. Her fingers were still slipping around her pubic lips like wrestlers in a mudbath. It eased the sensitivity her clit might ordinarily have had to the delicious friction of her rubbing fingers. She felt it harden under her fingertips, swelling out further from under its hood of skin. She began to rub harder and faster, knowing it was the design of the thing to be stimulated by the shaft of a man's penis rubbing up against the clitoris as they were fucking. It didn't always work that way when it really did come down to the fucking, but understanding the principle meant she knew why the quick, glancing touches worked best to bring her off, and why it worked even better when the hood or surrounding skin rested between her fingers and the clitoris itself.

Her body started to respond to the delicious friction, bowing upwards with the rhythm it took on when a man fucked a woman with his penis. It assisted the screwing action when there was a real man trying to get himself as far inside her as he could, but here, the reaction was purely instinctive. She could do it standing straight up, and her hips would still jerk forward in their primal rhythm. She rubbed harder and faster, the rhythm of her hips speeding up with that of her hand.

But she knew however much she'd enjoy the simplest of orgasms, there was nothing to compare with having a man inside her. And if she couldn't have that yet, then she still wasn't going to settle for having her cleft grasping at emptiness. She released her hold on her nether lips, still working her clit with her right hand, hips still pumping in rhythm. Her left hand, now free, traveled even further downward. She touched her opening with her index finger, going just a little inside, enjoying the sensation from the interior. Then she added her middle finger, brushing against the tightness of the opening, and again savoring the sensation. Her hips bobbed up and down, still gaining momentum, as she worked her clit quickly and roughly now.

She inserted the two fingers deeper into the channel, sliding them all the way in, pressing on sensitive spots within the walls. Then she began to simulate the rhythmic motion of a hard cock, in and out, in and out, sliding her fingers from the entrance until she felt them hit her cervix, and back out again. Along the way, she made sure to touch that special spot, intensifying the sensation ten-fold. She was working herself hard with both hands now, rubbing furiously on her clitoris as her two fingers fucked into her like a cock. Her hips jerked wildly in response, going down on her fingers as they would have a hard cock, rubbing up against her other hand as they played on her clitoris. Her breasts stood up as the blood engorged them, nipples pointing straight toward the moon overhead. She bit her lip against the small cries that tried to issue from her throat, but still she heard them, quiet, for her own ears alone. Her hand slid in and out of her nether realms, faster and faster, in time with the other's movement over her clitoris. She could feel herself getting close now. And still the pace sped up.

Her cries were audible now, not enough to carry down the beach, but enough that she no longer had to strain to hear them. Her hand pumped deep into her hole, hitting the cervix, and back out again. In again, and out again. Her hand rubbed on her clitoris, so fast she was no longer conscious of any rhythm or plan to the movements. Her hips jerked, slamming her down again and again on her own fingers. Oh, here it came. The fingers pumped roughly in and out. The fingers rubbed fast enough to start a fire. It built and built and built. It peaked. Her hand rubbed so fast she could no longer distinguish one finger from another. The hand inside her proclaimed the muscle contraction on its outer surface even as she felt it begin from within the muscles themselves. It rolled over the peak, and started a fast downhill tumble.

Her hand no longer worked inside her. It was still, as the muscles clasped at it again and again, strongly then more weakly. Her other hand still rubbed at her clit, carrying the orgasm on as long as it could, still stimulating the contractions as she held her breath in the ecstasy of the long downhill roll. Muscles still clenched at the fingers inside her. Then, finally, the contractions died down to a rhythmic murmur from within her and against the trapped hand, and she stopped rubbing her clitoris. Her breathing and heartbeat were racing from the exertion. Her hips were sore from the pounding upon the sand.

She pulled her fingers free from her hole, hearing the slippery sound as they left the river between her thighs. Released by the removal of the pseudo-cock, it raced down onto the sand, leaving a nice big wet spot below her buttocks as the sand soaked up the liquid. She lay there in the sand, eyes still closed, as the high of the orgasm wore off. Her breasts were sore from their earlier punishment and from the sensitivity their engorged state had carried. The orgasmic rhythm still pounded within them, and from deep inside her.

As her mind began to clear from the orgasmic ecstasy, a half- formed thought appeared: if her spell carried to her a man who could understand her body and his own well enough to give her that kind of overwhelming orgasm, while pounding her body with his hard penis, she might never get another word written. She would end up spending every moment of the rest of her life fucking and coming. And coming and fucking. And fucking and coming....

The thought drifted slowly away as an energy lull hit her. Fucking and coming. A mouth on her breast. A finger tracing its way up her slit, through the river of woman's juices. The images floated through her mind, projected on the screen at the back of her closed eyelids. Fucking and coming. Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened again at the thought and the image. The flood between her legs picked up again. Just fucking and coming. Her heartbeat sped up again, taking her breathing with it. The images were vibrant, almost real. It had to be the magic working, drawing her lover to her. It was magic, as she again felt the mouth on her breast, the finger working its slow progress up her slit. She raised her chest against the loving mouth, pressing it harder against her breast. And the sensation was real.

Her eyes popped open, startled. She was still in the grips of the post-orgasmic fugue, and it didn't occur to her to be frightened, only startled. As the world outside her body and mind made itself known all at once, she knew only that the mouth and hand touching here were not fantasy, but that of human male, as real and physical as she was. Her eyes finally focused and her brain made some sense of what they saw. The mouth suckling on her naked breast was not visible. Instead there was a veil of copper hair which hid the mouth and face, and puddled on her chest. But she knew that fiery hair.

Ah, that was the face of the creature, the intense smoldering look as he peered out from his hair, upward to lock eyes with her, her nipple still clenched firmly by his lips. He sucked lightly upon it, holding her gaze. Then she felt his teeth graze the hard tip, and he was lost to her sight as she rolled her head back, enjoying the feeling. All the while, a finger continued to stroke her slit, spreading the moisture around. She moved to pull the beautiful face toward her, wanting to feel his lips on her own, to have his tongue thrusting into her mouth. It was then she noticed that he had one hand on her other breast, resting there without moving. As she took that in, he began to knead her breast with his hand. His other hand took up the movement on her other tit, its nipple still worked by his lips, teeth and tongue.

She raised up again, pressing her chest against his mouth and hands. Her slit mourned the loss of the playing finger. Her juices still dripped down onto the sand beneath her. She wanted him to work all of her at once, to continue the loving ministrations to her breasts, but also to have him fill her mouth with his tongue, and her nether realms with his fingers or cock. She reached again to pull him towards her face, but her shoulders were pressed gently back to the sand, and her face aimed towards the sky. It wasn't the moon that filled her vision then, but a doppleganger, a double. The man who even now moved to suckle her other tit, who had always had both of his hands on her tits, was also looking down on her from above.

Distracted by her own body's reacting to the loving attention to her breasts, it took a long moment for her to remember that the Gods had seen fit to give two men this same face and body. By then, his lips were crushed to hers, opening her mouth with his tongue. She responded instantaneously, caressing his probing tongue with her own, opening to his movements. He took her lips between his, kissing her with a wet, open-mouthed movement, and again twirling his tongue around hers. She reached for him, pulling his face to her own, pressing him to her. Their lips locked together, pressing almost cruelly against one another.

As they pulled free of one another, she held his face for a second, keeping him from pulling out of reach. She planted a sweet kiss on each of his eyelids, and another on his lips. He gave her a dazzling smile, and bent to her ear. "I'm Griffin," he whispered softly, pausing to kiss her ear. "My brother is Brendan," he continued. "And we are both desperately..." He kissed her jaw. "...hopelessly..." He mouthed her chin. "...and enthusiastically..." He pressed his lips to hers, fixed her with his eyes, and seductively said: "yours."

She did not know how it had happened, or what it really meant, but it didn't matter. There was magic here, but these two were not bespelled. It was sea magic, sex magic, and most of all, human magic. Griffin pulled his lips from hers, moving toward her feet. Or rather, her nether regions. The extra hand had been his, and he was returning to finish the job he'd started. Brendan worked his way up her chest using his tongue to caress the soft skin. When he finally reached her lips, he sank quickly into the slow, deep kissing his twin had performed.

There were definite differences, she could already see. Brendan's hand still clasped her left breast, massaging it lightly. Obviously breasts were his favorite thing about a woman's body. His kisses were softer and sweeter than his brother's. His lips and tongue didn't demand, they coaxed. He didn't invade, but requested an invitation. It was an easy way to lose oneself in the sense experience. It seemed like they had been kissing for hours, and neither of them were even beginning to be bored with the interplay of lips and tongues. And his hands still caressed her breasts, working the nipples with his thumbs until they were solid little nubs under his touch.

She might have lost herself to his kisses, but Griffin obviously had other things in mind. His fingers began to caress her slit again, roving up and down, carrying the moisture around, drenching what little of her sex wasn't already soaked. He probed lightly into the very edge of the opening with his fingers, making her arch up to meet his hand. He withdrew them, giving her a quick, light pinch on the rear to let her know he wanted to have free reign with his exploration and torment. He pulled her nether lips apart with one hand, using the other to lift her clitoris for his inspection. He didn't pinch her when her hips rode up again, knowing she couldn't help it. He poked two fingers into her opening again, inserting them an inch or more into the hole, then spreading them wide, stretching her opening as wide as he could without hurting her, and peering inside.

Brendan continued his slow, soft kisses, and she finally managed to split her attention between the two sets of sensations. Griffin's examination continued, as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. The taste-test was obviously a success, as he began to eagerly suck and lap at her juices, collecting the overflowing liquid with his tongue. He covered her clit and as much of her sex as he could with his mouth, sucking softly while stroking her clit with his tongue. Her hips were no longer fighting to stay on the sand, but rising rhythmically as his tongue worked her clit. She groaned into Brendan's busy mouth when the mouth left her sex. Brendan worked with hands, tongue and lips to divert her attention from the loss. But it wasn't necessary.

Griffin had two fingers at her opening again. This time, they entered, but didn't stop their progress into her hole until his fingertips hit her cervix. He probed around inside her with his fingers, making her squirm in pleasure as he located her g-spot and a few minor pleasure points. Brendan held her pinned to the sand with his own weight on her chest, otherwise the thrashing Griffin was inducing might have tossed Brendan clear off of her. He wasn't going to let that happen, and redoubled his efforts at pleasuring her with his hands, lips and tongue. Between the two of them, they had her moaning.

Brendan kissed and probed at her mouth, and caressed her wonderful breasts. Griffin explored her opening, first with his fingers, then with his tongue. She'd almost thrown them both off when he'd inserted his tongue into her. He worked it inside of her like a miniature penis, thrusting in and out, in and out, trying to poke all of the little pleasure spots in the outer part of her opening. He held her legs down, spread wide apart on the sand, diving his tongue into her juicy hole while she writhed under him and his twin. She was panting now, moaning with the pleasure that he was inducing with his tongue. Brendan had given up on continuing his own oral interchange, and went back to work on her tits with his mouth and hands.

Her breathing worked to push her tits up toward his hands and mouth. He knew she wanted a little rough treatment, and he obliged. His soft caresses took on a passion and urgency, discarding any pretense at gentleness or reserve. He squeezed her breasts hard. She moaned. Not in pain, but pleasure. He pinched her nipples. Her panting increased. He bit on the rock-hard tips. Lightly at first, then harder. She pressed her chest even harder against his mouth. Griffin worked her sex with his mouth and hands now. Three fingers caressed her from the inside now, while his tongue and lips worked her clitoris, keeping her hips arching rhythmically in small quick movements. The hand inside her was drenched in her fluids. Her clit was swollen to twice the size it had been when he'd first started playing with her. He knew she was more than ready.

Griffin pulled one of her hands free from his brother's head. She let him have it, not knowing what he had in mind, but trusting him and wanting whatever he wanted. He came closer to her, kneeling at her side while Brendan continued his ministrations at her breasts. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. She looked at him, watching his face as he pulled her hand down toward the sand, and then she understood. She wrapped her hand around the base of his penis, stroking lightly up the shaft. He was already rock-hard, and she worried at whether he'd have her jerk him off before she could get his big cock inside her.

She wished he was in there now, but if he thought her hand on him was right, then she trusted him. She loosed Brendan's head completely, reaching her other hand down for his penis. He was as big and hard as his twin, and he moaned against her breast when she began stroking him up and down with the same rhythm she stroked on Griffin's cock. When she ran her finger over the slit in the cock's head, his soft nibbling on her nipple left her sensitive flesh clenched tightly between his teeth. She moaned in pain, but he'd already released her, and was making amends with his lips and tongue, running circles around the hard nipple with his tongue while sucking lightly at it with his mouth.

She continued to stroke both cocks lightly. She wanted them inside her when they came, not spewing on the sand. She hoped they weren't planning to waste their semen on the beach.

Griffin had no intention of coming in her hand. He knew his tolerances down to the last second, and he wanted to be inside the beautiful witch when he came. He and Brendan were enough alike even in this that he knew Brendan could hold out as long as he could himself. But that wasn't going to be much longer, at the rate she was pumping on their cocks. He moved his hand back to her sex, starting the teasing and stimulation again. Her clitoris had shrunk only a bit since he'd left it, and his first touch brought it back to its engorged state. Her thighs were coated in juice from all of the stimulation, and he began to spread it around her whole pussy again.

Brendan was still doing his best on her tits. He had one breast mostly in his mouth. He'd taken in as much of it as he could, and now he was working on it with his tongue. Her other nipple was poking his hand, where it continued to squeeze and massage her tit. They were both reddened now, from all the rough handling. Her hand on his penis was rather distracting, but he was managing to keep his focus on sucking her hard little tits. If she didn't stop soon, though, he'd have to really work just to keep himself from coming right in her hand. She continued to stroke them, feeling the cocks harden, lengthen and arc upwards under her attention. She wanted them in her. Both of them. And right now, neither of them were.

Griffin's renewed torment of her nether realms had her so hot she was ready to skewer herself on whichever of their cocks was closer. And Brendan's suckling on her tits was feeding right into her sex. As if he was reading her mind, Griffin loosed her hand from his penis. She took that as a signal to release Brendan as well, and did so. At that, he raised up from his loving attention to her breasts, and one look at Griffin let him know what his twin had in mind.

They raised her up to a kneeling position, her thighs spread wide apart, facing Griffin, as he continued to work her slit with his hand. She was still arching forward a little to meet his hand. Brendan grabbed her breasts from behind, crushing and caressing them against her while he kissed and licked at her shoulders and neck. She was whimpering in her need. That was what they were waiting for.

Hallie leaned back into Brendan's loving arms, letting him support her weight while he continued to work her breasts. Her sex she ground into Griffin's hand, hoping he'd realize that she was more than ready for him to pound her with that big cock. He must have, because he pulled his hand from between her thighs, still covered with her juices, and used it to pull her face toward him. She leaned forward, pulling Brendan with her, taking her weight on her arms. Griffin kissed her, the demanding kisses he had given before returned to captivate her. Brendan continued to caress her breasts from behind. They stayed like this for what seemed an eternity. It was wonderful, but the dripping on her thighs reminded Hallie that what she wanted most of all was to have these two big cocks fucking her, hard and rough.

She continued to kiss Griffin passionately, their tongues a small parody of the in and out to come. She reached behind her, grabbing Brendan's rear and pulling him forward until his rigid penis poked her. She spread her legs for him, and pulled him forward by his cock, pointing it at her slit. He was ready for her, and steadied himself, letting some of his weight rest on her back, so that he could have his hands free to continue to caress her breasts. He pinched her nipples lightly once, then pushed forward with his cock, inserting the head into her. She gasped with pleasure, wanting desperately for him to thrust it into her fast and rough.

Griffin continued to feed off of her mouth. She opened her eyes while awaiting Brendan's next thrust, and found Griffin looking at her, passion seething from his eyes, as well as his kisses and tongue thrusts. Griffin braced her by her shoulders, preparing her for Brendan's next thrust. He knew from his intimate examination that she was too small to take either of them easily. It wouldn't be painful, but without all of that juice flowing out of her, it could well have been.

Brendan leaned lightly against her back. He took his hands from her breasts, hooking them over her shoulders from underneath instead. She knew what was coming, and to encourage him, pushed her rear back against his belly, telling him with that gesture to hurry and fuck her hard. He knew what she wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. Holding tightly to her shoulders, he thrust deep into her, sinking himself into her right up to the hilt in one quick, violent movement. His balls bumped up against her rear, and he felt her tighten with the tension of being completely filled.

He moved his hands back to her breasts. Griffin continued to brace her, while he explored her mouth and face with his lips and tongue. She split her focus again, mouthing at Griffin as he licked and kissed his way across her face, and back to her mouth again. They were practically breathing for each other. Brendan's hugely swollen cock impaled her from behind. She felt filled, as the member continued to grow inside her. Her juices continued to flow, and she could feel him pulling back to thrust again. This time, she thought he really would pierce her heart. She was panting from the strength of the sensations inside of her. Griffin busied himself licking around her jawline, and mouthing at her lips. Once more, Brendan pulled back, thrusting home with a force that knocked all three over onto the sand.

It might have broken the mood, but as it turned out they couldn't have planned things better if they'd tried. Hallie fell pressed against Griffin's big hard cock. It wasn't inside her, but it was so close. Brendan pulled out of her, making her cry out at the loss. She wanted the big organ back inside her. But Griffin silenced her with a look, one that carried the message of love and trust as clearly as if he'd spoken. He leaned back onto the sand, stretched out full-length beneath her, his rigid cock trapped right beneath her sex. Brendan helped her into a position kneeling right over the pointing organ. She understood now. She wanted that big hard cock inside her, and she was going to be able to get it, by impaling herself onto it from above. She knew that coming onto it from above would cause her own weight to push it as far within her as it could get. And she wanted that.

Brendan kneeled behind her, taking her breasts into his hands again. He sucked on the back of her neck and shoulders, while his hands worked her tits, the nipples still hard and responsive to his touch. He encouraged her to raise herself up above his twin's waiting cock, while Griffin's hands joined his own to caress and squeeze her tits. Hallie raised up until Griffin's penis was aimed right at her opening. The juices were running down her thighs in small streams now, She wanted him in her, and she was going to get him as far in her in a single thrust as was physically possible. She wanted him to split her wide open and then fuck her brains out.

With a quick, deliberate movement, she impaled herself on the rigid penis. The head passed through her opening, then kept on going as she pressed herself down to Griffin. Finally, she was resting most of her weight on Griffin's hips, her pubic hair sealed tight against his, the liquid bathing her thighs spreading across his hips where she straddled him. She moaned as the head of his penis hit her cervix. Griffin's eyes were shut, as he enjoyed the sensation of this tight, wet, hot hole sliding down to sheath him. He wanted to flip her over and just screw her until she begged him to stop. But he didn't. He used his hands to caress and squeeze her gorgeous breasts. His brother really loved tits, but he wasn't exactly adverse to them himself. Both pairs of hands worked her breasts, while she rested impaled on the length of Griffin's cock.

After a minute, she raised herself up again, until only the head of the organ was still inside her. Then she lowered herself onto it again, thrusting it into herself until there was no space between her and Griffin. Their pubic hair mashed together, and they were frozen in pleasure, both with their eyes tightly closed. She began to move faster, going up and down on him. It rubbed against her g-spot on the inside, just like he'd done before with his fingers. The friction inside the hot, wet channel rubbed his penis like she'd done with her hand, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off indefinitely.

He began to thrust into her as she settled down on him, aiding her in getting into her as far as they could. He took one hand from her breasts, and laid it against her sex, using his thumb to rub her clitoris. She moaned and began rubbing up against his hand while they thrust at each other.

Brendan continued to work her breasts. He was a breast man, true, but he still wanted to get back inside her. He was rigid even after he'd pulled his penis out of her, covered in her juices, still aimed upwards with erection. He watched his brother sawing in and out of her tight little opening, rubbing her clit with his hand. He let his hands leave her breasts, dropping them instead to her buttocks. He caressed and squeezed them for a moment or two, just like he'd been doing with her luscious tits. Then he parted them, noting the tiny bud between. He reached between her legs, his hand brushing his twin's penis as he ran his fingers up the insides of her drenched legs. He collected the juices on his finger, then opened her ass up to his view again, and applied the slippery stuff to her rear.

Hallie was pleasuring herself well on Griffin's big organ. He was helping her now, working to bring them both the most pleasure they could have, trying to get himself so far inside her it would pop out of her mouth. She was starting to think it might. The rhythm quickened. They were both grunting in their pleasure. She felt Brendan move his hands from her breasts to her rear. When he pulled the cheeks apart, she knew what he had in mind. She'd never done it before, but she wanted both of these magnificent men inside her, and to get both at the same time was a chance she wasn't going to turn down.

When Brendan's hand had bumped Griffin's cock and her thigh, she's almost come right then. She was close enough now that she was hoping Brendan would hurry up and get himself inside her, no matter what the cost. But she was glad that he'd taken the time to spread her nether realms juices onto her. She knew she'd be even more glad when he was actually inside her.

Griffin felt Brendan's hand bump his cock. He'd figured out what he was doing quickly enough, even if he couldn't see it. They'd never even slept with the same woman before, not even at different times. Thinking about taking Hallie from both ends with his twin was an incredible turn on. Hurry up, Brendan.

She felt the touch at her rear again. This time it was well greased with her own wetness, and it continued to dash back and forth between her dripping thighs and rear. Brendan's fingers applied the slippery juice to the outside of the little bud, collecting as much as he could from her thighs, even running his fingers over her vaginal lips where Griffin's cock pumped in and out of her. He had her well greased now. He reached again for her juicy, dripping sex, running fingers around her slit, even as his twin continued to thrust up into her. His fingers were as wet with her juices as his brother's penis was, as his own still was, even though he was no longer the one pounding into her tight opening.

He raised his soaked fingers to her tight virgin rear, probing lightly with them, bringing the juice from her sex with him as he began to finally insert his middle finger into her. Hallie was waiting for the invasion. She pushed back at his hand, working hard to flex the muscles and open herself to his fingers. A single finger first. A tight fit, but not painful, certainly. Not even terribly uncomfortable. He pulled it back to insert again, bringing the juice he'd slathered on her inside with him to smooth the way, and driving it up to the knuckle in her. She moaned at the deeper penetration. He heard it and kept on working, pulling back to add more nether realms juice, and then adding his index finger to the first. She stiffened as the larger probe began to push into her. But she relaxed into it, pushing backwards and flexing then muscles to help him get the extra finger in. Slowly he worked them both up into her, inch by inch until they were both lodged in her all the way to the knuckles.

She was panting from the exertion of fucking Griffin, and from the intense concentration of helping Brendan pave the way for that huge cock to get into her from behind. She wasn't sure she'd manage as she felt him begin to work a third finger into her. He wasn't sure it was a necessary measure, but he didn't want to find out later that he should have stretched her out further to keep from hurting her with his penis. The tip of the pseudo-cock entered her easily, well-greased by all of the juice he'd collected. As he pushed deeper, her panting came quicker, and he felt her push hard back against his hand, trying to force the muscles in her to relax and allow him deeper. He moved slowly, inserting his three fingers little by little, allowing her time between advancements to get used to the new level of penetration. It seemed to take forever, but their combined efforts finally brought success. He slowly fucked her rear with his hand, managing to thrust the fingers in to the knuckles each time.

Her panting had turned again to groaning, as the sensation of being penetrated front and back carried her into ecstasy. She was really loving it, he saw, but he didn't want her to come while he fucked her tight rear with his hand. He continued to thrust slowly in and out of the formerly-virgin hole with his hand, but he used the other hand to go again between her legs and gather more of her slippery lubrication. This time he didn't spread it on her ass, but instead added it to the juice still on his cock. It was slippery under his hand now.

He grabbed for her hand and pulled it behind and wrapped her fingers around his organ. She was startled at how hard he still was, even with out the stimulation. She pumped up and down lightly on his penis, just a few times. Then he removed her hand, taking the cock in his own free hand, and running it up and down along her slit, drowning it in the juice that still flowed freely there. Griffin felt his brother's hand and cock rubbing along the soaking sex. He was just trying to keep up his own pace, holding back to give Brendan time to get inside her. He could feel the fingers thrusting in and out of her rear through the thin membrane that separated the two canals, and the added stimulation was starting to make him lose his control.

She was still pumping tirelessly on his cock, only a little distracted by his brother's attention her previously virgin rear. His hand still rubbed her sex, carefully avoiding her clitoris, lest he make her come before Brendan could get into her. But he didn't have long to wait. Brendan's big, hard cock was coated in her juices, slippery as if he'd just pulled out of her hot sex. He worked it lightly with his own hand, enjoying the sensation as his fingers slipped and slid up and down the rigid 8 inches. But he was rock-hard for a reason, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.

He stopped fucking her with his hand, pulling his fingers free, and using them to hold open her cheeks instead. They were still coated in her woman's juices, and he caressed them with both hands now as he spread them to give his penis free access to her . She felt him pull her cheeks apart, knowing that his hand was gone from her hole, and that his big cock was going in next. She braced herself against Griffin's chest as he continued pumping beneath her. His hips were soaked by the juice from her thighs, and he gritted his teeth, grunting in time with each thrust into her.

Brendan positioned the head of his penis at the little opening. It gaped just a little from the recent invasions, waiting for him to bury his length in her bowels. She felt him push against her, and pushed her rear back towards him, focusing on relaxing onto his hard organ. The head cleared the opening, and she gasped in relief as he paused before pushing any deeper. The feeling of him inside her was nothing she'd even dreamed of. She steadied herself against Griffin, trying to minimize the movement of her rear and hips even though Griffin continue to pump into her with considerable force.

Brendan took up the assault again, wanting to get his cock inside that tight, tight little hole. He pushed against her again, glad that she seemed to be able to relax her muscles enough that once his head was inside, it was easier for her. Inch by inch, he pushed into her. She was panting again, unable to contain the sensations in her rear and sex and remain silent. He had about five inches of himself buried within her now. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him to impale her with all of him. Do it quick and rough, and then fuck her hard. She reached behind herself and grabbed his balls, squeezing and massaging them in her hand. He understood the message. Even if he hadn't, the added stimulation would have driven him on. He thrust himself into her.

The three remaining inches disappeared in an instant. She moaned, feeling him buried up to the hilt in her bowels. His balls rested against her rear. She froze for a moment, her eyes locked with Griffin's as he too, felt Brendan slide home in her rear. Sure that her expression was one of supreme sexual arousal, and not discomfort, be started to thrust into her sex again. Brendan pulled back and started to thrust slowly and rhythmically inside her rear. They could feel each other through the thin layer of flesh that separated the two holes. It aroused them both further, and the pace quickened. She was caught up in the sensation of being trapped between the two of them, Griffin beneath her, and Brendan behind.

The two cocks bumped up against each other through her interior walls, as they each began to work in rhythm. First Griffin, then Brendan, then Griffin, then Brendan. On and on it went. She had no control over her own movements. Griffin's penis bumped again and again against her cervix. Brendan was buried deeply in her bowels. She rode the feeling with nothing more in mind than enjoying every moment of the double-fucking. She got caught up in the rhythm herself, front and back, front and back. She pressed herself down on Griffin's cock, then back against Brendan. She could feel the orgasm building, working endlessly toward the high peak before she would roll slowly and exquisitely downward again.

The rhythm built between the three of them. They functioned like a single being, not separate ones. The rhythm tied them together, and they all became supremely aware that orgasm was imminent. Griffin was thrusting quickly in and out of her nether realms. Brendan's pace was equally fast. She impaled herself on both cocks, as each of their owners worked to impale her further on their own organ.

The sound of the ocean was drowned out by the blood flowing through their ears. The only thing they could hear were the sounds of sex, as they grunted and moaned their pleasure to each other. Hallie felt herself approaching her peak, building and building until she didn't think it could go higher. Griffin was no longer consciously controlling his movements, as he worked her on his cock with a feverish pace. Brendan's quick thrusts were equally instinctive, as all three built further and closer to their peak.

Suddenly, she reached the top, moaning loudly as it took her and her muscles began to clench at Griffin's penis. That was all it took to send him into the final quick thrusting, his hips slamming up and down trying to push himself through her. The grasping muscles in her sex impacted on Brendan's organ in her rear, and the sensation sent him over the edge to join them. His hips thrust into her with the same uncontrollable rhythm that his brother's pounded into her from the other side. She felt the muscles clenching again and again at Griffin's big cock. Both organs continued to thrust into her, hard and fast.

Then, all at once, they pumped a final time, and exploded within her sex and rear. Thick rivers of semen squirted out of both cocks. Griffin's coated her interior walls. Brendan's sprayed into her bowels. The small pumping motions mirrored the spasms in her sex. Fast and violent, then slowing and softening. Then a final pulse from each of them, and it was suddenly still. They remained as they were for a moment, completely drained of energy and the ability to think.

Then Hallie collapsed on top of Griffin, carrying Brendan down with her, until they lay in a stack, one atop the other, like fallen dominoes. Both organs were still inside of her. They were soft and deflated now, but still they did not leave her. They lay like that for minutes on end, their hard breathing the only sound besides the pounding of the surf in the dark of night.

Finally, energy returned in some limited amount. Brendan climbed off of her, falling beside his twin in the sand. She rolled off of Griffin, sliding into the small channel between the two male bodies. They all lay on their backs, staring at the moon. Not a word said between them. Then she looked over at Griffin, and found he was looking at her as well. He grasped her long hair in one hand, enjoying the silken feel of it, then pulled her face to his, and gave her a soft, sensual kiss. Their eyes spoke wordless volumes to each other, and the only speech was Griffin's murmured "forever." She looked over at Brendan. He was watching them both. Then he pulled her face to his, and delivered his own version of that soft, sensual kiss. "Forever," he repeated. She grasped both of their hands in hers, and crossed them over her bared breasts. "Forever," echoed the chorus of three. And the Moon was witness to the pact and the promise, and so it was sealed.

I want to go ahead and answer a few of the common questions that were directed at me after this was posted to the UseNet newsgroups:

Have you written anything else? - Erotic fiction-wise, no. Not yet, anyway. I started another story in the same vein, but it spent several long pages meandering around (literally and figuratively), and didn't seem to want to get anywhere. I think maybe it wanted to be just plain fiction, rather than erotic fiction, or maybe it just wasn't ready to be written yet. I've also written a lot of short stories, poems and lyrics, and even had a few things published, including a regular music column I wrote some years ago. Some of those (the more Pagan-related ones) appear or will appear on my White Rose Emporium site.

I s Hallie based on you? - Not really. Okay.... just a little. Not enough that you should draw any conclusions about me from this story or character, anyway. I set out when I started the story to make sure that she would stand on her own as a character, outside of the perspective of my life, and I think I did a pretty good job of that. Griffin and Brendan, though; they're pure fantasy....

Why did you use "dirty" or "rough" language like (Gods forbid!) "cock" and "fuck", when there are other words you could use for these things? - Frankly, it started out of a simple attempt by a first-time writer to make sure that the story was both sexy and sexual, following in the example of what I had read from other writers. I later realized that much of what I had read was borderline in quality at best, and that I would be better served (and would better serve my readers) if I looked at some other work for inspiration. Some of the best work I saw then and since has been completely devoid of such terminology, using biologically correct words like "penis" and "vagina", or alternatively, overly esoteric sounding names from Eastern languages and faiths. While I respect the desire to make sex and sexuality less taboo-seeming by avoiding language that has been pegged as "dirty" or "profane", the simple fact is that we are a human animal, and our sexuality is (and perhaps should be) oftentimes no less basic and aggressive than deer rutting in the woods. (There I go using that language again! ;P). Therefore, with this current version of the story, I made a concerted effort to more evenly balance the two aspects by removing much of the rougher language, and replacing it with the best and most realistic alternatives I could come up with; which I think is a service not only to the average reader (as well as my usually pristine sensibilities ;), but also to the characters, as it makes them more real as well.

Can you give me more information on your religious beliefs? Would you take me on as a student? Can you teach me how to do a love spell? Would you do one for me? - Yes. No. No. and No. In that order. Yes, you can have more information on my beliefs. But it's simply not possible for me to respond with as much depth as needed to answer such questions as well as they deserve to be answered. The place to get that information is on the main part of The White Rose Emporium Site. Look thoroughly through that (especially when I've had a lot more time to fill it up), and you'll have more from me than you'll want! ;)
- If you're looking for a teacher, the start of my answer is the same as the last. The rest (for the forseeable future) is to investigate the links I've provided on The White Rose Emporium's Links page. Right now, many of these sites provide more indepth information for "students" than I have easily accessable (hence the reason why the Classroom is still Under Construction), and you may indeed find someone willing to take you on as a student if that is what you want.
- Love Spell, Shmluv Spell... What you read in the story is in no way a "love spell"! And if you're looking for a spell to make that gorgeous guy you saw at the mall (or our friend Leonardo DiCaprio) fall in love with you (hey, wait! If you want Leo, you're probably too young to be here... Shame on you!), you need to go back and re-read the story. It's no good for you or him/her (or your karma) to interfere with someone's free will. Besides which, it wouldn't work anyway. As for something similar to what you did read in the story... Well, you've got some sort of a start already if you read the story. For me, magic is really more appropriately done from an earnest expression of yourself, with whatever trappings you desire, than from a strict ritual with specific tools and words. What I give you probably wouldn't do you much good, anyway, for just that reason. If you want a spell, buy a book (preferably one from my bookstore page, since that insures you don't end up with something that tells you how to turn your intended's ex- into a frog or dog).
Lastly: I could certainly try to do a spell for you, but: Get off your lazy rear and do it yourself! Re-read this last paragraph a hundred times for penance, then think about whether you want whatever you think you want enough to make it happen! That's the core of real magic. Not to mention real passion....