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Lillith (MF, gothic)
by Will Salem




    Adam was dancing by himself at the Meat Locker.  The music spun like
wheels around his head as he lumbered across the waxed, beer-washed floor,
bumping into people and rubbing up against various women, occasionally
copping a cheap feel.

    Officially, the bar was the Sports Locker, but the regulars knew it as
a meat rack.  Quick pickups were the house specialty, and the action this
Friday night was prompt and profuse.  But Adam, having been there long
enough to run up another 15 dollars on his bar tab, and strike out with
every available woman in the place, was now reduced to dancing alone.

    The manager stocked the jukebox with crude tumes:  Zappa's "Broken
Hearts are for Assholes," Buffett's "Let's get Drunk and Screw," and now
this latest new wave reggae group, The Love Biters singing "Succubus." Adam
had slotted a dollar's worth of quarters into the juke, determined to work
through the entire set.  He skittered sideways through a foamy puddle,
managing to stomp on his own toes as the adenoidal Jamaican singer cried
"Avaunt three!" and the band intoned rhythms about a devouring sexual demon
named Lorelei issuing invitations down dark paths.

    Exhaustion forced Adam off the floor.  He flopped into a booth, his
head bowed, the smell of bourbon rising on his sweat.

    "You were very pretty out there.  Why did you stop?"

    Adam jumped.  He hadn't noticed anyone else a moment before.

    An incredibly beautiful lady sat opposite him in a shimmery dress of
white gold.  The shapely, graceful woman smiled with relaxed enticement.

    "I'm sorry," his voice was slurry.  "Am I taking somebody's seat?"

    "No.  I am perfectly alone.  What is, may I ask, your name?"

    "Adam."

    She had a closed-lipped smile that curled up in the corners.  "I am
Lilith."

    She was delicious.  Her hair was silvery-blond, and her voice had a
curious ring, almost Celtic.  Adam admired her white, inviting cleavage.
He wanted to swim inside her curling vowels.

    Adam was more drunk than he`d realized, having a hard time standing
upright.  It seemed as though Lilith, who was nearly as tall as he was
holding him up, her strong hands at his sides.  He moved closer to her.
Her large breasts rubbed temptingly in time with the music.  He pressed his
mouth to her neck, and she purred as he tasted her skin.  She moved her
hips with his, and when he pushed his tipsy randy erection to her, she
wriggled against him.  He passed his thumb over her nipple.  It was hard
and seemed to vibrate under his touch.  He looked into her eyes and say
that they shone dark blue.  She moved her lips to his ear.

    "Do we have to stay here?" She nipped his earlobe.

    The were standing by his car moments later.  Litlith took the keys from
him and unlocked the door.  She pushed him in past the steering wheel.

    As Lilith drove, Adam scooted over to concentrate on her breasts.  He
undid her blouse and proceeded with a professional assessment, weighing
them in the palm of his hand.  "Excellent quality.  I'll take two, please."
She laughed and turned a corner.  Adam hadn't realized he'd been talking
aloud.

    They pulled up in front of a house he didn't recognize.  "Your Place?"
he asked stupidly.

    "Of course, come on in.  I think you'll like it."

    "I think I'll love it," he said, with what he assumed was charm.

    Set well back from the other houses, the place was overgrown with
bushes.  A flash of lightning outlined the small home for a moment, then
the dark returned.  They went up on the porch.  Lilith pushed open the door
and walked in.

    "Don't you keep your house locked?"

    "Oh, no.  No one ever bothers me."

    "Must be a nice neighborhood.  Maybe I'll move here."

    Lilith smiled. "It would be nice to have you around."

    She didn't bother to turn on any lights, but led him assuredly through
the house to a back room.  The blue light from a digital clock was enough
to show Adam that this was the bedroom.

    JACKPOT!

    Never in his life had he had so little trouble getting a honey into the
sack.  This one was practically setting an ambush for him.  She pressed
against his back.  He turned and they were kissing.  Her mouth was cool,
and her tounge was sweet; it was like kissing a flower.

    Her fingers went to his erection, stroking it through his slacks.  Her
touch was electric.  She undid his fly, reaching in to find his rigid meat.
His hands went to her creamy breasts; kneading needing.  Their clothes slid
away and they were naked.

    She bent over and surrounded his cock with her mouth.  Adam had never
had it like this - slick and liquid, drawing him up, squeezing him out.
She straightened up and kissed him deeply; he thought he could taste
himself on her tongue.

    She whispered, "Go ahead and get into bed."

    She left Adam alone in the darkened room.  He reached for the edge of
the bed.  Pulling back the heavy covers, he climbed in.  He thought he
kicked a pillow or something among the sheets, but when he turned over
there was nothing there.  When Lilith returned she had put on some exotic
scent.  Rain pelted against the house; somewhere in the distance Adam could
hear a screech owl.  Unike anything he'd ever known; it made him think of
African jungles.

    When he began to eat her, it was like plugging into a light socket.
She grabbed his hair with both hands, pulling at him as she writhed and
twisted.  His mouth and nose buried in the center of her, he could barely
breathe.  Lilith arched her back in orgasm just in time; he was becoming
exhausted.

    Moving up her body, he brushed his now somewhat softened prick over her
wiry fleece, her wonderful supple belly, then back and forth across her
breasts.  He could feel her nipples with his balls.  His cock had grown
huge and hard once more, and he was trembling with need.

    Lilith maneuvered him between her legs and pulled him inside - it was
like being sucked in.  Slippery velvet, she was better than anyone Adam
ever had.

    Lilith clawed and bucked, calling out in words Adam couldn't under
stand He felt he was riding the wild ocean.  Again Lilith arched her back.
Adam watched her face as she came; her eyes were open and he could see them
in the light of the clock; the blue seemed to emanate from within.  Her
orgasm went on forever; she threw back her head and opened mouth in a
silent scream.  Adam continued to ride her, vainglorious that he had
produced this wonderful event.

    At last she subsided and dropped back onto the bed, relaxed but
encouraging him on with her hands on his ass.  From the amount he had drunk
tonight it should have been difficult for him to come, but this time it was
different.  He could feel her cunt sucking at his prick drawing the semen
up out of him.

    As she milked him, his balls tingling, Adam rubbed his face in her
silver hair.  Groaning, he shot into her.  The sensation spread from his
groin, filling his body.  It was so good, he was passing out, just barely
aware that she was chuckling as she enfolded him in her arms.  His last
conscious thought was that the covers were thrown back and he was cold.

    Adam rolled over and saw daylight.  The clock said 11:32.  He was
shocked.  He hadn't slept this late in years.

    His first impulse was to leap out of bed, but the effort of sitting up
was almost too much for him.  He was wiped out!  There was a note by the
clock.

    Dearest Adam,

        I had to leave early.  Feel free to stay as long as you like.
    I like having you in my bed.

        Love, Lilith

    The handwriting was ornate, classical, and very pretty - much like
Lilith herself.  Adam was tempted to take her up on her offer and just go
back to sleep.  But Saturday or no, he had to get up and get going.  Can't
waste the whole day.

    He reached under the sheet and touched himself.  Odd.  Normally making
love to a woman left his cock and balls a little tacky, but this morning
they felt licked clean.  He laughed thinking he would've woken up for that.

    Adam struggled out of bed and wandered blearily around to locate his
clothes.  Although weak, he didn't feel hungover.  He certainly should have
been, considering the prodigious amount of drinking hed indulged in.
Instead, he felt simply drained.  Like his very bones had been hollowed
out.

    His car was parked at the curb.  When he got home he ate the biggest
lunch of his life.

    After dark, the rain started again.  Adam felt a little possessed.  He
NEEDED Lilith.  But for some reason the thought of going over to her house
scared him.

    "To hell with it," he muttered defiantly, it was time to book.

    Her house was dark and looked unlived in.  The rain became more fierce.
Adam ran up the walk and took the porch steps in a single leap.  Moments
after he banged on the door, Lilith stood before him.

    "I was expecting you." She kissed him long and reached the core of him.
Taking Adam by the hand, she led him through the house.

    When they were beside the bed she stripped him down quickly,
efficiently.  He was completely naked while she was still fully dressed.
She went over him with her hands and mouth covering every inch.  Lilith
cupped his balls with one hand, tickling them between her fingers.  She
worked the head of his cock with her tongue, running her other hand up and
down the shaft.

    His essence churned inside him, pounding for release.  He grabbed her
shoulders and spurted over her lips and tougue, and she sucked him down.
Adam collapsed before her, dazed as she took off her clothes.  He looked up
when a flash of lightning lit the room.  She was beautiful in the cold
fire, a goddess.

    Lilith helped him to his feet, practically lifting him into bed.
Climbing atop him, she passed her breasts over his face.  Reversing
position, she tongued his balls and pulled his pubic hair with her teeth.
Adam could feel life hesitantly returning to his drained cock.

    She licked her fingers and slid it into his anus.  He groaned in
pleasure, in reluctance.  Turning around, she raised her hips and took his
hardened prick, directing it to her snatch.  A long moan escaped Adam as
she settled down, and she too groaned with his penis deep inside her.

    She rode him like a runaway horse, her hair flying and breasts
bouncing.  She rapidly worked herself into a frenzy, yet didn't take that
crest to orgasm.  Though she was emitting hoarse screams from deep in her
throat, and clutched him in steel grips, she seemed to be waiting.  Her
gyrations increased and became more than Adam could follow.  It was like
fucking a tornado.  Then he was screaming and Lilith was screaming, and she
wrapped herself around him in release.

    It was so incredibly good, and Adam didn't remember any more.

                              (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

    Daylight.  It was 12:00, Lilith was gone, and damn, he was sore!

    Adam lounged around for more than an hour before he got up.  He always
started the day off on the bounce, but today a fog had settled in on his
head.

    Driving home, the streets slick from last night's rain, he nearly ran a
red light before a horn brought him out of his haze.  He hadn't done any
drinking the night before, so he couldn't blame his dopiness on that.
Maybe Lilith was, literally, fucking his brains out?

    All day Sunday he puttered around the house, not doing much.  He caught
himself thinking, waiting for the night.  But that didn't make any sense.

    That evening, though, like the rain, he did return.  And Lilith was
waiting for him.  And it was good.

    Adam awoke Monday morning.  It took him ten minutes to realize he was
late for work.  As usual, Lilith wasn't around.  He stumbled out the front
door, tucking his shirt into his unzipped pants.  His boss was pissed, but
Adam didn't care.

    To hell with it.

                              (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

    Thursday he couldn't get out of Lilith's bed.  All day he dozed, rolled
over, and slept again.  When he finally made it all the way awake, evening
was coming.  He was so weak he felt as if he were dissolving.  He actually
began to believe that if he were to hold up his hand to the light, he'd be
able to see right through it.

    Wrenching himself around, the covers tugging and pulling like hands of
a drowning man.  Adam finally worked himself over to where he could see the
sinking sun through the window.  But by the time he gathered the strength
to raise up his arm to his eyes, it was too dark to see.  Sobbing he fell
back on the pillow.

    Lilith came in.

    Adam was still naked from the night before.  Lilith stood at the foot
of the bed and disrobed.  The rain began outside.  A current of
apprehension wound itself around his bowels.  But she was glorious, her
long silver hair flowing over her shoulders, breasts high, slim waist,
thick pubic thatch.  A slick, hungry yearning bubbled though Adam,
smothering the fear in his gut.  He ached for her.

    Throwing back the covers, she crouched over his stiffening penis.  She
lowered her head to it, the touch of her breath was the first thing he
felt, then her hair brushing over his stomach and thighs.  She cristened
the head of his prick with a gentle kiss.  Her tongue traced its length; he
moaned low and long.  She lifted her head and smiled up past the swell of
his abdomen.  He could see her eyes in the glow of the clock.  Raising
herself and, with her back to him, she straddled him.  Her round, beautiful
ass brushed over his stomach.

    Positioned above his rock-hard dick, she lowered so its head pushed
against her anus.  She sank down.  His cock slipped into her, and they both
groaned.  Life and strength poured into Adam, and his shaft.  She rode him,
pounding onto him, burying him in her ass.  The feeling was so exquisite
Adam could barely stand it.  He grabbed her hips, pushing even farther into
her, his pelvis banging her hot flesh.  She was yelling and his breath came
in shrieks.  He couldn't hold back much longer; it had never been this
good, not even with Lilith.

    Clamping his hands on her shoulders, pulling himself up he hammered at
her - Adam wanted all of eternity to be this moment.  Suddenly, with a cry
torn from him, his sperm went boiling into her, as though his blood and
soul were spewing out through is prick into Lilith.  Flowing out, on and
on, Adam released her shoulders, falling back on the bed, his cock still
spurting.  Lilith ground her ass against him, lifting her hands above her
head, calling out, "Yes, yes!  So full of life, so YOUNG!"

    Still deep in her, Adam felt himself give way.  He sank into the bed.
Gazing up at Liliths sculpted back, he hugged himself.  It was so good, so
fine; his dick and balls tingled; his body danced with the fine
disintegration of nerves.

    But now he was cold.  So very cold.

                              (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

    The next night Lilith escorted her new young man back through the
darkened house.  He was about 35, wore jeans and a black leather vest.
Stitched across the back was Scott Thumper Davis, and motorcycle patch
above which was the legend THE DEMONS.  His breath smelled of beer, and he
couldn't stop smiling.

    TALK ABOUT YOUR EASY LAY!

    She led him down the dark hallway and into her bedroom.  Putting her
hands on his chest, they began taking off each other's clothes.  Scott kept
stopping to fondle her breasts, impatient, about ready to throw her to the
foor and have her on the spot.  When they were naked she took his erection
in hand, leaning close to kiss him.  His fingers went to her cunt,
exploring to see if she was wet.  She stopped him.

    "Go ahead and get into bed," she excused herself with a whisper.

    Scott smiled stupidly and did as she said.  LET HER TAKE CARE OF THE
SAFE SEX STUFF.

    The bed was cold, cluttered and lumpy.  "What the fuck-" Scott thought
he kicked somebody, but as he slid down between the sheets, there was
nothing there.  TO HELL WITH IT.

    Lilith entered the room.  "Were you talking to someone, my sweet young
man?"

    He smiled drunkenly up at her.  "Nope.  Nobody here but me."

                THE END.
