Chapter 13

Jane was barricaded in her room, the Ashleys having left six hours earlier. It had been a simple enough task, really -- all she'd had to do was shut off all the appliances, lock the doors, and fix herself a drink.

Then, with the house shut up, Jane had found herself mixing several drinks. By seven o'clock in the evening, she found that she had quite a little buzz on.

She giggled. Since there was no earthly reason for her to busy herself at anything, she might as well enjoy herself.

Faintly, as though from a long distance, Jane heard the sound of knocking. She frowned. It must be someone at the front door.

Getting up quickly, Jane walked, rather unsteadily, to the front door. She was dressed in a pair of red short-shorts and a white, crisp blouse. As she opened the door, her eyes widened slightly. There was Alexander, in slacks and a flowing, short-sleeved shirt.

"May I come in?" he asked evenly, his eyes on Jane as she widened the door slightly.

"Yes, certainly," she replied, standing aside to let him pass. "Is there something you need?"

Alexander looked at her for a long moment, his face expressionless.

"Yes. I need you."

So abrupt was his declaration, and so unexpected, that Jane could not reply for a moment. Then, she took a deep breath.

"Oh Alexander," she said, closing her eyes and feeling a bit faint, "I need you, too."

So faint was Jane Morrow that, for a moment, she thought that her knees would buckle.

Then they did buckle.

As she felt herself begin to fall, Jane's only thought was how long it would take for Alexander to grab her, and hold her up.

It did not take long.

She felt his arms around her immediately, lifting her off her feet and carrying her through the long hallway to her room. As though in a dream, she felt him lay her gently on the bed in her room, standing over her, his face full of concern.

"Are you all right?" he asked, passing a hand through Jane's honey-blond hair. His fingers were wide and strong.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just let me catch my breath for a moment."

Jane felt as though she were drifting on a cloud, so magnificent was the feeling of rapture which swept through her. She knew that she would never feel this way again -- not if she lived to be a hundred.

"Oh my Lord," she murmured, "I'm afraid I'll never be able to get off this bed, if I'm not careful."

"Then stay where you are," Alexander said softly, sliding onto the bed beside her. "I'll come down to you."

Jane giggled abruptly, the sound unexpectedly shrill in the silent room.

"You're a little long for this bed, Alexander," she purred, turning so that her arms were about his waist.

"So true," he said, suddenly covering her with his long, powerful body. "Let's use the mistress's bed, shall we?"

Jane looked at Alexander for a long moment.

"You mean use... use Madeleine's bed? Oh, Alexander... we, we couldn't."

"We just have," Alexander said, hoisting Jane up and carrying her out of the room, heading for the plush confines of Madeleine's bedroom.

Throwing her on the bed, Alexander began slowly to strip Jane of every shred of clothing. She let out tiny gasps as, finally, she found herself naked on Madeleine's large, soft bed. Above her, Alexander, stripping away the last of his clothing, stood naked before her. His long, thick manhood extended over the bed, so that Jane reached out and stroked its length. Her white hand, like a leaf against the massive black trunk, swept its length lightly, the fingers soft and moist.

The shaft jumped, and Jane let out a surprised little chuckle. She tried to collar the erection by joining the thumb and little finger of her right hand, and found that she could not.

Jane giggled.

"Oh Alexander," she said, "you're wonderful."

Abruptly, Alexander straddled Jane's midsection with his massive legs, the erection brushing against her lips, long and rigid and wet at the broad tip. With a whimper, Jane opened her mouth, her soft lips trembling. She put her right hand on the shaft, and accepted the immensity of Alexander into her mouth, stretching her jaws so that they would accommodate him. With a slow, back-and-forth movement, Alexander adjusted his hips, driving slowly forward into Jane, so that she felt she would strangle. She moved her tongue and lips smoothly, massaging the rocklike shaft steadily, and with great tenderness.

Alexander groaned, shutting his eyes and grabbing two handfuls of Jane's yellow hair, moving her mouth over his manhood so that the black immensity glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. In the still air, the soft, gentle lapping of Jane's mouth, and Alexander's protracted groans, spoke eloquently of the quality and intensity of their lovemaking. At last, with a loud cry, Alexander threw his head back and moved into Jane with long, swooping plunges, driving to the base of her throat with each frantic stroke. Jane's head bobbed savagely, her hair flying wildly now, as Alexander's hands sought her breasts, her face.

And, with one loud groan, Alexander tensed his flanks, so that Jane's hands went to his buttocks instinctively.

She closed her eyes, feeling the sudden tightening of his whole body under her kneading, pulling hands and mouth. She knew that it could not be long now.

And then, in one instinctive, groaning spasm, it began.

A copious flood of Alexander's rich, warm, buttery manhood swept into the back of Jane's throat. Her eyes watering, she swallowed furiously, moving her mouth over the ballooning erection, her lips and tongue working furiously.

Slowly, and with great pleasure, Alexander emptied himself into Jane's open mouth, his hips working faster and faster, his face creased with lines of lust. Jane felt as though she would strangle, but swallowed dutifully, her face intent on his pleasure, on his satisfaction.

Alexander grasped Jane's hair once more, moving her head slowly over his swollen, rigid manhood, his hips working furiously.

At last, he subsided, his erection wet and limber in the air, shining like a great black stump in the dimness of the bedroom. Flat on his back, with Jane rampant over him now, Alexander stretched luxuriously.

"That," he said slowly, "was sensational."

Jane chuckled, bending over and kissing him on the stomach.

"Mmmmmmm," Alexander purred, "that's nice."

"Glad you like it," Jane said softly. "We'll do it again sometime."

"Like right now?"

Jane smiled.

"Like right now, indeed," she murmured, and put her soft, soft lips on Alexander's quivering black belly.

Slowly, the mouth traced the midline of Alexander's stomach, ending at the kinky mass of hair which marked the join of his legs.

Jane kissed the base of his manhood, causing the half-limber erection to stir slightly, wobbling in the air lustily. She moved her mouth upward, along the side of the shaft, feeling it stiffen under the caressing motion of her lips. She reached the tip of the penis, and covered the glans with her mouth, sucking gently. She moved her head to and fro, covering the thick staff with her long, smooth, wet tongue, until it glistened in the dimness.

Alexander groaned out loud, and opened his legs wide.

Like a ferret, Jane went to his groin, her mouth hungry, seeking. She found one of his huge, bloated testes, and took it in her mouth, sucking gently, her eyes closed. She sensed his whole body stiffen as she increased the pressure slightly. Releasing him, she managed to cover the insides of his thighs with kisses, her tongue probing his trembling groin like a tiny snake, red and wet against the black expanse of him.

Finally, moving up his abdomen, Jane kissed the stomach, her tongue going into his navel briefly, wet and seeking.

Taking her head in his huge hands, Alexander drew Jane upward, until her long, lovely white body was stretched over his broad, muscular black one.

"Satisfied?" she murmured.

"Yes."

With that, Jane relaxed, easing her softness over the hard, rigid outlines of Alexander. In a moment, she had fallen into the deepest slumber that she had ever known.

When she awoke, it was with a sudden pang at her groin.

Alexander had moved slightly, and was now at the moist, vulnerable passage of Jane's womanhood. The blond clump of loveliness, moving to accommodate the probing member, was split, suddenly and pain-fully, by the entry.

"Oh!" Jane cried, gasping for breath quickly. "Oh, Alexander!"

The massive staff disappeared quickly into Jane's belly, as she began sobbing, whimpering, at the vigor of Alexander's loving.

"Ohhhhhh... oh please... OOOOOOoooooo! OOOoo... ! ah... ah... aaaaaaaaaah... ! oh... oh... oh... ! o h... ! o h God yes... don't stop... harder... oh yes that's it... deep... deep... rip me wide open... ! put it right through me... ! oh yes... yes... "

Eyes shut tightly, legs straddling the bucking, surging column of Alexander's sex, Jane rode out the hard, rifling rhythm, her mind ablaze with pleasure. Each upward surge brought a new sensation of pleasure-pain, and each downward movement a sense of pure loss. So furious was Alexander's rhythm, and so passionate his embrace, that Jane soon forgot where she was, and even who she was. Her mind was focused, only and always, upon the hard, driving violation of her passage.

Her loins wet, the inside of her thighs "sopping with warm, rich fluids, Jane let out a little cry of sheer delight, as, suddenly. her channel widened, her whole body tensing as the blazing, insane pleasure of her climax began.

And at that moment, to her intense delight, she felt Alexander, as delirious as she, begin to discharge into her. His spending was hot, warm, and good, and traveled in long, lusty streamers, into the depths of her womanhood.

At last, slowly slightly, Jane began a series of long, looping downward plunges onto Alexander, as their loins met in a hard, mutually satisfying rhythm.

Jane burst into long, loud sobs. Never had she known anything so satisfying! She could well understand why Madeleine preferred her lovemaking in this position. It was so... so refreshing! Jane felt irrigated, and thoroughly cleansed, by the hard, satisfying climax she had just experienced. She caught a glimpse of Alexander, still working beneath her.

From his looks, he was having a time for himself, too.

A pang of guilt went through Jane. She did not, ordinarily enjoy playing the dominant role. But this... well, this had just happened. Jane frowned suddenly.

Or had it just "happened?"

Jane was finding out some things about herself that she had never known before. Perhaps, after all, she did enjoy dominating men!

The thought sent a chill down Jane's spine.

Surely not. No, she would have noticed such a thing before this. And yet, here she was, atop Alexander, her hair flying wildly, having a good, vigorous love passage!

Jane eased herself downward, splitting herself upon the immensity that was Alexander. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes and kissing his broad, masculine chest. Settling atop him peacefully, she ran her tongue around his nipple, teasing the firm flesh with the pink tip. She kissed both his nipples lustily.

"That was... nice," he whispered, closing his eyes and raising his hips slightly, seating his immensity in the warm, furry softness of Jane. She groaned with satisfaction.

"Oh yes... yes it was... is... " she murmured.

Alexander chuckled, and put his hands on Jane's buttocks, feeling the plump firmness there, gripping it hard.

"You enjoy being above me, don't you?" he asked, his hips giving a vicious little tilt, so that Jane gasped.

"Y-yes," she stammered, closing her eyes tightly.

"I think that that's the position you prefer, Jane," Alexander observed, giving his hips another twist, so that his vast erection pierced her to the core. Jane whimpered out loud, and shook her head from side to side furiously, so that her hair flew and floated like yellow seaweed.

"N-no, that's not right," she whispered, her soft, full breasts bouncing slightly, quivering. Alexander rose abruptly, still in her, and put his mouth on her firm nipples, so that she gasped.

"Oh... oh Alexander," she whimpered, as his mouth clamped down, hard, biting her on the soft loveliness.

She let out a shrill little yipe, and put her hands on Alexander's shoulders. The mouth moved to her other breast, and continued its work, as Alexander's tongue and teeth and lips executed their tender torture. At last, Jane's soft, full, lovely breasts shining with the caresses of his mouth, Alexander withdrew, and lay back slowly, leaving Jane above him.

"Yes," he said slowly, "you always seek to put yourself above me in some way."

Jane shook her head, so that her hair flew in a soft cloud.

"You know that's not right," she said softly, as, suddenly, Alexander drew her to him, rolling over her so that he, suddenly and completely, straddled her soft, just-loved body.

"I know it now," he rasped, his eyes dark, and full of amusement. Jane groaned with pain at the sudden pressure of his loins, feeling the thickness of him there, in her channel.

"Oh Alexander," she groaned, her eyelids fluttering, "it hurts so good."

Alexander did not reply, but instead began his hard, insistent rhythm within her, so that she gasped out loud, feeling as though he would split her wide open.

As the moments passed, Jane found herself wishing that he would.

Several hours later, Jane eased herself against Alexander, and slipped an arm around his waist. She formed herself against the S-curve of his body, and kissed him on the back of the neck. He stirred, as she fitted her knees to the contour of his legs, her stomach sealing itself to the small of his back.

Jane squeezed his middle, and giggled softly, as he stirred.

"Are you comfortable?" Alexander whispered, stretching his long body in the bed slowly, with Jane attached, like a prehensile animal.

"Lord yes," she murmured, closing her eyes.

All at once, she felt him stir beside her, so that her grip was loosed. Then, she felt his weight.

"Ohhhhhh," she breathed, as her thighs opened slowly. "Oh... oh... aaaaaaah... ! that's good... that's... that's... "

Jane was silent, as the room filled with the rhythmic, slapping sound of Alexander's lovemaking.

She groaned once, and then was silent.

The room became warmer, and filled with the warm, rich odor of coupling.

Outside, in the stillness, an ancient, bent figure watched the scene play itself out.

Mama Lu, peering through a window, saw the changing expressions of ecstasy pass over Jane's face. She saw also the hard, rhythmic movement of the white woman's hips and legs, as she twisted and writhed beneath the hard, solid frame of Alexander. At the climax, Mama Lu heard, faintly, the shouts of ecstasy from Jane's lips, and saw her hair, yellow as gold, spread across the whiteness of the pillow. She saw the final, hard, plunging movements of Jane's hips, searching, seeking the long, hard, rifling ecstasy that was Alexander's potency.

At the final extremity, seeing the passion of the couple spend itself, Mama Lu shook her head, and walked slowly down the darkened pathway to the road. She would be in the village in thirty minutes at the most -- away from this pollution.

"He will die!" she hissed, her mind full of what she had just witnessed. "If he stays with her, he will die!"

Her life almost over, her prophecies ignored for over a decade, Mama Lu alone knew of the meaning of this woman -- this Jane. She had hoped that the failure of the "love potion" (a few herbs mixed with sugar water) would dampen Jane's ardor. But, alas, it seemed that the opposite had indeed happened. Instead of becoming cool, and full of disappointment, Jane had waxed full of passion. And Alexander was responding to her. Mama Lu had seen the insides of Jane's hands, and had known from the first that she was poison for Alexander. And she was poison for everyone else -- including the Ashleys.

An old, bent woman, Mama Lu walked along the road, shaking her head angrily.

Finally, everyone -- including Odetta -- would believe her. But by then, of course, it would be too late.