The Key Part 5

It was the summer of 1982. I was going to a local community college instead of a going away to a real college like all my friends. Back then I thought I'd get the first two years of my education cheaper, and then go off to finish my last two years. Little did I know the sucking tar pit of mediocrity a two-year college was. We jokingly called it High school with ashtrays. The down side was, I was still at home. Stuck in a tiny room that served me well as a child but was over stuffed for a young adult who should have been cramped in a dorm or better  yet, a frat house. Nothing ruined the mood of a killer date with a beautiful girl then taking her home where mom and dad were and trying to get a solid piece of ass while trying not to make a lot of noise. The saving grace of my parents’ house however was: the Hot Tub room. 1

It was an added on room with an inground hot tub, furniture and a stereo that was private enough to be my own little den of iniquity. It seemed to save me from being just another geek living in mom and dads basement. Of course I didn't live in the basement, I was still in my little room across the hall.  2

It was while there at college, that I met Marsha, the woman with an unbelievable sexual energy. She opened up whole worlds for me and, unwittingly,  brought me screaming back to my past.3

You see, Marsha was a witch. Not a witch as in she could wiggle her nose and turn me into a newt, but a practicing Wiccan and ex-Catholic ( I always seemed, as a struggling agnostic Lutheran, to attract beautiful wanton catholic girls, much to my mothers chagrin. Especially when I ended up marring one). And Marsha was devastating. I was totally enraptured by her sensuality and her willingness to explore our sexuality to its deepest darkest depths. There was nothing she wouldn't try, nothing she wouldn't do. In bed she was amazing, willing to go to any length to please me, to please us. 4

She allowed me to practice bondage with her, power exchange, pain, and she would wear the most incredible clothes, submit to my every whim, and offer up ones that never entered my head. And, best of all, she loved me.  5

In fact she was the one who fulfilled my one burning fantasy of bringing another woman to our bed.  It was during the fall and she was going to perform in a Christmas concert at another local college along with a friend of hers, Debbie who we knew from college. every night after rehearsals she would come to my place and we'd go out or more frequently stay in and make love all night. 6

On this night she said she wanted to stop by and so I told her that if I didn't answer the door I'd be out back in the hot tub, and since my folks were out of town for the week she should just come around back and let herself in. She also knew that in such cases I was never dressed when in the tub. usually I had relaxing music, a cold drink, some strong weed and kicking back. This night was no exception. I was lost in a foggy dream when I heard her car door shut. Then I heard her walking through the snow and giggling, no I heard two female voices talking and laughing. before I could move they came in and started laughing.7

"See," Marsha said "I told you he'd be back her"8

"I see" said Debbie.9

Now Marsha was a brunette with a punk look that really worked for her. She always reminded me of Pat Benatar, same shaped eyes, Marsha’s were a deep cool blue. face and hair in the same shag cut, and similar soft curves. Debbie was a little taller and her hair was a light brown. She wore it long and full. She was slender with full breasts and brown eyes that always were full of mischief.10

I was rather stunned that Marsha would have brought her back here and they both watched me as I looked at them, then across the room at the pile of clothes, then back at them.11

"Looks nice" Debbie cooed, think he'd mind if I joined him?"12

"I don't think heel mind" Marsha whispered in her ear.13

"I didn't bring a suit" pouted Debbie and then she laughed and started undressing. Marsha watched me as I swallowed slowly and tore my eyes off Debbie with a questioning look. Her eyes smiled her approval at me and she sat in a chair as she watched her lithe friend strip and slide into the hot water with a purr. 14

Debbie moved close to me and I looked at her. God she was beautiful. 15

"It does look invited" I heard Marsha say as Debbie stroked my hair and locked her lips to mine. I moaned into her kiss and what ever resolve I had vanished. 16

"Save some for me Debbie" Marsha laughed and I heard her slip into the water, "he's always wanted this "17

Marsha said and son they where sitting on either side of me leaning across me and kissing each other. My cock was incredibly hard as I felt two sets of hands caress my legs, thighs then my straining shaft. They pulled me up onto the edge of the tub and I sat in disbelief as they lowered heads to suck, kiss and lick my swollen cock.18

"oh god" I croaked. 19

"I think he likes it," said one of them. The other replied with a muffled affirmation. 20

I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of two tongues teasing and licking me. I caressed them both , stroking their hair, then Debbie whispered something to Marsha, who nodded and suddenly She rose up, straddled me and locking her sultry gaze to me lowered her shaved wet cunt onto my cock. I flashed a panicked look to Marsha expecting her freak, but she smiled at me and tugging on my lower lip with her teeth she told me it was ok, that she had wanted to do this for me for a long time. I placed my arms about Marsha and kissed her with deep love and burning passion as Debbie rode and grinded her hips on my shaft. 21

"I love you so much baby" I whispered in her ear and she licked my neck and bit me softly. 22

"And I love you too"23

We climbed out of the tub and opened the folding couch. Debbie lay on her back and Marsha positioned her self over her, her wet sex over Debbie’s lips and her face between Debbie’s pale thighs. I watched and stroked my throbbing member as the girls licked and kissed each other then Marsha looked at me and said:" Come on, fuck me"24

I placed my knees on either side of Debbie’s head and grasping Marsha’s hips I felt Debbie’s fingers grasp me and guide me into her waiting slit. I gasped as her hot cunt gripped my shaft and then as started pumping inside her I felt Debbie’s lips and tongue work on my heavy balls. Her tongue would lick my shaft then circle Marsha clit, e both moaned and soon as Marsha orgasm sent her over the top I felt my stomach tighten and soon I was bucking as thick jets of hot cum erupted in her belly. When I was spent I pulled out and watched in disbelief as Debbie grabbed Marsha’s hips and began draining my hot seed from her cunt. Marsha growled, purred, bucked and came again then turned about and they shared my white cream between them in a hot kiss, tongues flashing and wrestling like angry serpents. 25

Marsha kissed her way down Debbie’s tight belly and buried her face in her sweet bald pussy. Debbie looked at my shiny wet dick and grabbed for me. I lowered my half hard shaft into her hungry mouth and felt her tongue work its satin magic as Marsha brought her to a wailing crescendo. My cock was solid again and while it was less intense Debbie managed to draw another series of hot spurts from my aching balls. we spent that night making love and sleeping and when I awoke I was alone. the girls were gone and I wondered if had been a dream a hallucination brought on by tequila, pot and hot water. 26

I Rolled over and saw Debbie’s bra and Marsha panties. I knew it had happened. 27

A few hours later the phone rang. It was Marsha.28

"Hey lover"29

"Hey sexy, how are you?" I said.30

"mmm, I am wonderful." She was half asleep herself. " I want to come over later hun. I have something I want to ask you about."31

"Uh, sure" I said puzzled "What is it?"32

I found a tarot deck in your room. I didn't know you read cards"33

I was confused. I had seen tarot decks on TV and in movies and what little I knew about them was Hollywood fantasy. I was sure I never got myself a deck. 34

"uhm, sure ok" I said puzzled. I felt uneasy and an old lurking fear rose up in me. I feared that suddenly everything was turning sour. 35

I went out and hopped on my motorcycle. I figured a drive in the country would clear my head before I went to pick Marsha up. Driving down past the local cemetery I was drawn to a side road that seemed oddly familiar I pulled down it and saw a huge construction site. For now the land was cleared, a few huge yellow land movers were parked and a sign was posted announcing the creation of a retirement community o be built on this spot. I was sad and uneasy as if something was fundamentally wrong with all this. 36

I was angered that a popular local fishing creek was being ruined in the name of progress, but something else tugged at my mind. I looked over the land and couldn't place what was missing. the obvious was the pile of hundreds of downed trees that once created a beautiful wooded area. 37

In black spray paint across the developers sign some one had sprayed "LAND RAPE!" in huge awkward, dripping letters.38

"No shit brother" I whispered as I took off my helmet and set it on the seat of the bike. As I straddled the thrumming bike I slipped a hand into my pocket. I a moment that reminded me of Bilbo finding the cold ring in his pocket deep in Gollums tunnels, I felt a cold metal object drop into m fingers. I pulled it out and was staring in deep confusion at a long blackened metal key. As I watched it slowly rolled over in my palm.39

BEEP! "Hey kid! Get outta there that's private property"40

"HEY! YOU! On the bike! Beat it!"            41

I lifted my head up in a fog "huh?"42

A man wearing jeans with a plaid flannel shirt was jogging towards me, his heavy beer gut bouncing over his strained belt. I shook off the haze in my head and looked at him as he approached.43

"You gotta get outta here kid" he wheezed, gasping for breach, his face bee red from the short run. I worried he was going to have a stroke right there in front of me.44

"Oh yea sure. sorry. I just used to..." I looked uneasily at the open land "I mean as a kid. we uh..fished here"45

I felt like I was trying drag up a heavy weight on an almost snapping line. The thoughts were sluggish, reluctant to come up. it reminded me of a time when I thought I snagged a log with my line, and as I dragged the heavy weight up, it turned out to be a catfish. Big, slow, thrashing lazily. 46

"That's nice kid, But I am sorry the property is owned by some company and you can see" he panted as he pointed to the sign, " we have vandals wreaking shit."47

I nodded and kept my thoughts of deserving it for ruining a prime fishing hole, but thought better and just nodded.48

"yea sure. Sorry I just haven't been here in yeas. I was surprised to see how it's changed"49

There must have been something in my eyes, because he looked at me funny as I slipped the key in my pocket, gave a last look at the gutted land and jammed my helmet on. 50

I hit the gas and turned a hard doughnut kicking up a spray of gravel and a cloud of dirt as I sped off. I could hear the man coughing, yelling and swearing as I raced off to Marsha's. I wanted to find out what the hell she was talking about and my mind was slowly piecing lost memories together.      51