I Love Sex Stories

Cynthia entered her father’s library. She paused closing and locking the door behind her. At last, she could get some peace and quiet. She knew her father had been popular, but she hadn’t expected the sudden influx of guests at his funeral. At last count there had been over 14 thousand people. Wow. A fitting end for a world-famous scholar and explorer. God, what a crowd. Not all of them were old and stuffy, she recalled with a coy smile. But were they interested in her, or her inherited money?
Remembering a snippet of information long buried in her mind, Cynthia stood and ran a hand over the collection of moldy books. Her father had collected books from all over the world. He even had some professing to be mystical and magical, if you believed in that sort of thing.
She rested her hand on the last book her father had pointed out nearly 15 years before. It was more of a manuscript, rather than a proper book. It was neatly bound in wood and leather, and hand decorated with hieroglyphics which only her father, and a few other’s in this world could understand. But inside were many hand-penned notes transcribed into English. She took the book out and dropped it on the desk, running her hand over the leather cover. Maybe, just maybe…
She stopped at the notation called “Cernunnos”. That wasn’t an Egyptian name, it was definitely pre-Egyptian. Possibly from the Picts of prehistoric England. But what caught her eye was the notation, “eternal youth,” penned in huge letter and underlined. Yes, it was just as she remembered it. Cynthia was 53 years old and could certainly use some “eternal youth”. Her face had grown aged and wrinkled. Her breasts were nearly non-existent and what was there hung down toward her knees. Yes, eternal youth would be nice. What the hell did she have to lose? she wondered as she picked up the rest of what she would need, tucked the book under her arm and slid out the back door.
Cynthia felt silly as she stripped down and piled her clothing on a nearby stump. She felt even sillier as she tied herself between two trees using padded karate belts her father had on hand.
She positioned the book on top of her clothing and looked around the forrest guiltily. What if she was seen? Oh to hell with it, she decided. She must read from the book and believe in what she read.

“Oh mighty Cernunnos, God of the forrest, hear me,” she chanted in a low, guilty voice. A blue jay screamed from overhead. She stopped and looked up with a gasp. Her eyes searched the forrest, before looking down at the book again. She wasn’t concentrating. This wouldn’t work.
Cynthia took the dildo from the pile of clothes and turned it on. Winding the belt around her hand securely, she used the other hand to hold the dildo against her pussy. She hissed as the vibrating plastic created an explosion in her pussy, filling her pussy and ass with heat. The thrills ran all through her body.
Once again she looked at the book and began to chant, as she tickled her pussy with the end of the dildo.
“Hear me almighty Pan, guardian of the forrest. Make me new,” she said between clenched teeth. It was getting harder to concentrate on her reading.
She took the dildo out of her pussy and ran it’s fragrant tip over her abdomen and chest. The alluring scent of pussy wafted off her body. She sniffed appreciatively. She ran the vibrator over her breasts, small empty things which needed to fill out.
“Make me new, make me whole, make me young, make me beautiful!” she ended with a shout as the vibrator touched her pussy again. She rose and fell on the belts securing her legs to the trees. She hissed and threw her head back, completely lost in the blissful energy created by the mechanical vibrations. It felt so wonderful, even if it was inanimate plastic. What she wanted was a hard, pulsating man between her legs. But she must undergo the transformation before this was possible.
She continued reading, while tempting her pussy by barely touching the entrance to her vagina. She must build her passion in order to call Cernunnos. She must cry out to him with all her heart and soul, while invading her body with a probing member. Well she was ready. More ready than she had ever been in her life. She was thrusting the dildo up inside her body now with a terrible thirst. She needed to be sated now, not just renewed. She needed relief, the joy of a successful orgasm.
“Hear… hear me Pan, horned God of the forrest,” she panted, while stabbing her pussy with the plastic dildo. “Hear… oh God,” she sighed as she thrust the dildo inside her with brutal repetition.
“Hear…” she said, then lost her train of thought. The dildo was now everything. It was teasing and pleasing her like no man ever had. But she needed to follow the book’s instructions. She needed to be young again so men would desire her.
She stared at the book with bleary eyes. She was supposed to hang upside down with her pussy presented to Pan. But she had almost orgasmed. Reluctantly, she allowed the dildo to fall from her hand. She took a turn around her wrist and swung upside down, hanging from her arms. She knew she couldn’t last long like this, the strain on her shoulders was enormous.
Cynthia’s hair stood on end when she heard stealthy footsteps passing the tree on her right. She turned to see who was there. All she could see was the bottom of an animal. She gasped and started to swing upright.
“No,” a deep voice stopped her. She hung uncertainly. Suddenly the creature stepped into view. It had the body of a goat, and the torso of a man. Before she could object it reached down and picked up the dildo. Easing the straining by taking some of her weight in his left hand, Pan slid the dildo down inside her with his right.
“Oh God,” Cynthia gasped.
“Yes, but just one of many,” the voice said with a chuckle.
“Make me whole, make me new and young again,” she whispered as the dildo slid in and out of her quivering pussy. He pulled the dildo out and slid it over her clit and asshole, before plunging it down inside her again.
“You must relax and believe,” he said as he fucked her unmercifully with the hard piece of plastic. It hurt a little, but she ignored the pain, keeping the end result in mind.
“You are lucky,” he said as if reading her mind. “The old ones used the horn of a bull for this. It was very bloody.” Listening to the melody of his words, she felt the growing warmth between her legs. Suddenly her pussy seemed to explode with desire. A long, animal like tongue was pleasing her as well as the dildo. It felt heavenly.
This was all she needed to orgasm. She humped her pussy up against his tongue, and the dildo. He thrust the dildo all the way to the hilt. It’s entire seven inch length was disappearing inside of her. She felt as if she would burst.
“Oh yes,” she screamed, feeling her entire universe expanding around her. This orgasm was different. It was a mystical experience unlike any she had ever experienced before. Her pussy hunched and jerked against the dildo and agile tongue. Her breath came in gasps. She was suddenly finding it hard to breath in that position. She gasped and spasmed, feeling blood rushing to her head, her body going limp. Even in her semi- conscious state, she continued to orgasm, and he continued licking her. It was wonderful and horrible. She was dying and being reborn at the same time.
“I can’t breathe,” she gasped. She felt his hands leave her body and she fell to the ground. She lay on her back, gasping for breath. She looked up in alarm as he began to leave.
“I’m still old,” she moaned as he turned and walked away.
“Go to the stream and bathe,” he pointed down the hill to a small stream. Cynthia had been there many times. It was her favorite spot.
“I will be young again?” she asked happily.
“You will,” he said with a fond smile. He suddenly shimmered and disappeared.
Cynthia grabbed her clothes and the book and ran for the stream. She waded into a pool and bathed, then crawled out of the freezing water and rested on the shore. She felt her skin stretching and reshaping. It had soaked up the water of the stream and made her new again. Her breasts began to fill and bulge on her chest.
“Thank you, Pan,” she said with her eyes closed and head thrown back. “Thank you very much.”