LILITH

Arnie 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 Arnie, having been
there long enough to run up another $15 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 tunes:  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." Arnie 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 Arnie 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?"
     Arnie 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?"
     "Arnie."
     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. Arnie admired her white, inviting
cleavage. He wanted to swim inside her curling vowels.
     Arnie 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. Lilith took the keys
from him and unlocked the door. She pushed him in past the steering
wheel.
     As Lilith drove, Arnie scooted over  to  concentrate  on  her
breasts. He undid the top of her dress 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. Arnie 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 Arnie 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 tongue 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. Arnie 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 Arnie 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 Arnie could hear a screech owl. Unlike 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
Arnie ever had.
     Lilith clawed and bucked, calling out in words Arnie couldn't
under stand He felt he was riding the wild ocean. Again Lilith arched
her back. Arnie 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.  Arnie  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,
Arnie 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.
     Arnie 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 Arnie,
          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. Arnie 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 awakened
for that.
     Arnie 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 he'd 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.  Arnie  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. Arnie 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 Arnie 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 tongue, and she sucked him
down. Arnie 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. Arnie 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 Arnie
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 Arnie 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 Arnie didn't remember any more.
                             (*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
     Daylight. It was 12:00, Lilith was gone, and damn, he was sore!
     Arnie 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.
     Arnie 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 Arnie 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. Arnie 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.
     Arnie 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 Arnie,
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
christened 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 Arnie, and his shaft.
She rode him, pounding onto him, burying him in her ass. The feeling was
so exquisite Arnie 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 - Arnie 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, Arnie 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, Arnie felt himself give way. He sank into the
bed. Gazing up at Lilith's 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! he exulted.
     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 floor 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, he told himself.
     The bed was cold, cluttered and lumpy. "What the fuck --" Scott
thought he'd 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.