Moonlight Desires, Part Two

  • Posted on August 29, 2017 at 6:55 am

By Amanda Lynn

Nervous excitement filled me as I turned off the lantern and crawled to the front of the tent and peeked outside.

All was quiet. The full moon shone brightly on my face and a feeling of desire rushed through me. I took a deep breath and scanned the house for any signs of life. All the lights were out and I knew I wouldn’t be seen unless someone looked out the window of the spare room or came down to the patio doors. Which was unlikely as both my parents slept very soundly.

Crawling out of the tent, I turned around and grabbed a blanket and my pillow. The silver light of the full moon negated the need for a flashlight. Though no one could hear me, I tiptoed across the grass to the picnic table anyway. Folding the blanket in half, I lay it on the table and placed the pillow at one end.

Looking up at the moon, I smiled, then unbuttoned my pajama top and slipped it off and lay it on the seat of the picnic table. Hooking my fingers in the waist band of my bottoms, I pushed them down my legs and off. Picking them up, I folded them and lay with my top.

Totally naked, I giggled softly at my boldness. If Mom or Dad caught me I would be in so much trouble. But right now, I didn’t care. I was outside and finally I could have the moonlight touch my body without the filter of my bedroom window.

I glanced back at the house once more, scanning the windows. Feeling more secure, I did a pirouette, my arms raised out from my sides, spinning in circles. Free of any inhibition, I dance around the backyard for a few minutes. I giggled again, running my hands up and down my naked body. I pinched at the erect nipples of my small boobs. I found my sex and played a finger through the slick folds. I brought my hand up and held it in front of my face. I studied the juices that clung to my finger, shimmering in the moonlight. Savoring the taste, I cleaned each finger with my mouth then held my hands up above my head as if reaching for the moon.

The moon. That is why I was out here, wasn’t it? I needed to feel that sweet release outside, under the full moon.

I scurried back to the picnic table and climbed on top as if it was an altar and I was the sacrifice. Laying on my back I adjusted the pillow and stared up at the moon’s brilliant disk that was now almost directly overhead. I felt naughty and excited and scared and very, very horny as I splayed myself to it. The moonlight seemed to tickle my skin as a gentle gust of wind sent a small shiver through me.

I pinched my erect nipple with one hand as the other moved across my belly down to my needful sex. Fingers ran through my sparse bush and onto my vulva. I held my hand still for just a second before I traced the outline of my labia. I continued to circle my finger for a few minutes more before I slid it into the center of my sex. I moaned softly. My velvety soft lips were coated in my thick creamy juices.

Pushing my finger down to my eager entrance, I traced it a couple of times before shoving my finger inside. I pushed my hips up against my finger and whimpered. I withdrew my finger then shoved it back in. I grunted. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting and moaning as I fucked myself. I wished I had remembered to bring the hairbrush with me from the tent.

Bringing my hand down from my nipple I placed a finger on either side of my swollen clit and squeezed it between them. Bolts of lightning shot from my center and flashed to all parts of my body. I bucked wildly against my hand, a second finger joining the one already inside.

I could feel the turmoil deep within me trying to work its way out. It was twisting in on itself, coiling into a tightly wound spring. The moonlight pouring down on me only amplified the sensation. I squeezed and pulled at my clit as my fingers drove deep into my sopping cunt.

“Yes. Fuck.” I moaned. I wanted to scream but the little bit of sanity that remained in me kept me from doing something that might wake my parents.

I could only imagine what it must look like. A naked fourteen-year-old girl, lying on top of the picnic table, in the moonlight, fucking herself silly.  My head thrashed, my hand moved furiously across my throbbing clit, and my fingers thrust deep inside against bucking hips. I was so close, so damn close. I felt reality slipping away and the light of the moon clutching at my fevered flesh.

Then it happened.

Not the glorious orgasm I was expecting, that I needed so badly. But a hand on my lower leg, and a soft voice speaking my name.

“Amanda. Don’t. Not like this.”

My subconscious mind reacted first. I sat up, raising my knees to my chest, an arm around my breasts, the other arm supporting me against the table. I didn’t scream, or try to flee. I was confused, but felt safe. I sensed no danger. I felt no malice from the figure I saw standing at the end of the table, smiling at me, her warm hand now resting on my foot. Some part of me recognized this woman, but I couldn’t place the face.

“I am sorry, Amanda. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a charming accent.

Accent? As my world started making sense again, memories came flooding back. Now I recognized the voice, and the woman it belonged to.

“Selene? What the—!”

“I’m sorry, but we really do not have time for a proper explanation.” She moved closer. A silky soft hand slid from my foot up to my knee.

“Explain what? What are you talking about?” I snapped.

What the hell was she doing here? How did she find me? And why tonight? I knew I should be pulling away, running for my house and locking the doors, then calling the cops. And yet… I didn’t want to. I felt safe, comfortable. Somehow, I knew I had nothing to fear from this beautiful woman.

“You are cursed, Amanda. Well, your bloodline is. You are the just the latest one to suffer from it. I am here to save you and to end the curse. But time is short. You will need to trust me.”

I felt pressure from her hand pushing my knees down until my legs were stretched out flat. But what was she talking about? What curse? I looked at Selene’s face. Her expression was serious and full of concern. Her eyes took on an eerie glow from the reflected moonlight. They were drawing me in and I felt the same attraction to her I’d felt earlier at the mall.

Her hands, now on my shoulders, gently eased me back onto the pillow. I gave in to her easily, doing what she wanted without question. It seemed I couldn’t resist her even if I’d wanted to.

She smiled sweetly, leaning closer, her face just inches from mine. One hand brushed the hair from my face as the other caressed my arm. My mind was a jumble, I was confused. I had a thousand questions. But I also wanted this woman to touch me, the rest of the world be damned.

“How, how did you find me?” I croaked from a dry throat.

“I could feel your passion as soon as you walked into my shop this afternoon. I wasn’t sure at first, but once I touched your hand I knew you were the one. After that it was easy to track you,” she explained as she stepped back. With practiced fingers, she reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then let it fall to the ground.

“The one… what?” I uttered.

This was nuts. There is no such thing as a curse. Why am I listening to this woman? This gorgeous, naked woman standing next to me. She had me under a spell of her own. One strong enough that I had all but forgotten about the moon.

“Do you trust me?” she asked softly, her lips hovering just above mine now. My tummy fluttered as felt the warmth of her breath caress my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I heard myself sigh. I did trust her. I wanted to be here. With her. Now.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Strangely, I did trust her. But before I could say anything else, Selene gently brushed her lips over mine. I felt my pussy throb and a renewed excitement washed over me. Pushing her lips against my mouth I felt her tongue. I parted mine and our tongues met. They explored and danced in a crazy frenzy. Her lips tasted sweet from the lip gloss she wore and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

I whined in protest as she broke the kiss. But I wasn’t disappointed for long as she quickly climbed onto the picnic table and lay atop me. Her body was warm and her large breasts pushed against mine. She brought her mouth down toward my mouth and just before our lips touched, she whispered, “You will soon be free, my love.”

Her kiss was passionate. I was lost in the ecstasy of what was happening, and I willingly gave myself to her. I was still in need of release but for once it wasn’t the moon that was pulling at me. Somehow Selene was blocking me from its effects. My hands moved to her back and reveled in the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. Selene moaned into my mouth as she kissed me. She moved her face and kissed at the corners of my mouth and sucked my bottom lip between hers.

She adjusted her position above me and I groaned loudly as her thigh moved between my legs and pressed against my aching cunt. She nipped at my ears and neck as she began to thrust forward, driving herself against my sex. The beast in my belly was awake again. My moans traveled in the night air and echoed off the house and trees. I was sure that I might wake someone, but didn’t care. This incredible woman was on top of me. Humping me. No, fucking me. She was fucking me, and I was quickly approaching the precipice I craved.

I was crying, cursing. My hands clawed at Selene’s back. My sweat-soaked body heaved and trembled. My breathing was rapid and labored. Two more thrusts from Selene and the beast suddenly escaped. I screamed. A blinding white light filled my vision as my reality shattered into a million pieces. I was floating above the table looking down at the two bodies upon it that lay tangled together. I drifted upward, the scene below becoming smaller, fading from view. A soft voice called my name, whispering to me.

When the world returned and I opened my eyes, Selene was still on top of me, smiling.

“Welcome back. How do you feel?”

I looked at her. I felt different, as if something was missing. What had happened? What had she done to me? That orgasm was so wonderful, incredibly intense, almost magical.

“Fine, I think. What happened? Besides the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” I said bashfully.

Selene chuckled. “You’re free now. But this table is not the most comfortable bed. Let’s move to your tent,” she suggested as she climbed off me.

Taking my hand, she helped me off the table. As I picked up the blanket and pillow I looked up at the house. It was still dark. My screams apparently hadn’t disturbed anyone.

I led Selene toward my tent wondering how I could feel so attracted to this woman. A woman I had met less than ten hours earlier. In the tent, we lay side by side facing each other. She brushed the hair away from my face again and gently kissed me.

I returned the kiss, then said, “I think I know what’s going to happen now. What I want to happen now. But before that, please explain what’s going on. I mean, a crazy lady I just met told me I was cursed and then fucked me on my picnic table.” I giggled, feeling giddy. It was so surreal. I had done nothing to resist her. Not entirely sure why, but I didn’t want to resist.

Selene laughed. “When you put it that way, it does sound as if I am a crazy lady. But I can assure you I am not, and I have just saved you from a lifetime of torment.”

I looked at her, still not sure if I believed what she was saying. But those feelings I’d had seemed real enough. “Tell me about this curse,” I asked, caressing her arm.

She sighed at the touch and began to speak. “Two thousand years ago, a young woman living on a farm outside of Athens found she was barren. This upset her husband greatly and he threatened to cast her out unless she gave him a son before the end of the season. Desperate, she begged Aphrodite to bless her with a child. Aphrodite heeded her plea and granted the woman her wish and gave her twins, a boy and girl. After the children were born, Aphrodite appeared to the woman and told her that, in payment for the kindness, she must sacrifice one of her children.”

“That’s horrible. Did she sacrifice her child?” I asked.

Selene shook her head. “No. And this angered Aphrodite. In her fury, she struck down both the woman’s husband and her son, and then she cursed the girl and further, a girl child from every fifth generation following that. The cursed girl would be born under the full moon and have a powerful attraction to it. Once she reached the age of sexual awareness, usually just before puberty, the moon would have a magnifying effect on her need sexually release, peaking on the full moon every month.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I said with a giggle. My hand had made its way to Selene’s hip.

“You wouldn’t think. But unless the girl has been brought to climax by the moon goddess during the last full moon before the fall equinox of the girl’s fourteenth year, she cannot be saved from the curse.”

“Okay. So what’s the downside?”

“If she is not saved, her sexual desires will continue to grow, becoming so intense that they will override everything else. You would not care about family, your friends, your job. Nothing at all. All you will want to do is orgasm. But you will never be able to get enough. You will never be sated. Eventually you will lose your mind and most likely take your own life to end the misery.”

Swallowing hard, I stared at her dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what I had just heard.

“So, the woman that pissed off Aphrodite was a distant relative of mine?” I guessed. Did I really want to know? Could any of this actually be true?

Selene slowly nodded.

I thought for a moment. “Um… tonight is the last full moon before the fall equinox, and I am in my fourteenth year, and you made me come.”

“It is, you are, and I did,” she said softly.

“Selene…”

I said her name aloud, more to myself than to her. Then it clicked. My jaw dropped and I stared into her eyes.

“Selene was the name of the Greek goddess of the moon,” I said. “Are you telling me that you are an ancient Greek goddess, here to save me from the curse of another Greek goddess?”

She shrugged and smiled meekly. “Guilty as charged.”

I flopped over onto my back. This was too much. Could this all be real? Is she truly the personification of a mythical Greek goddess? Or is she just a nut job who somehow captivated me with her beauty?

Either way, that orgasm was great and I wanted more. I have to admit though, the pull of the moon no longer seemed to be there. I couldn’t feel it anymore.

The heat between my legs was still there, however, except this time it was the odd but beautiful woman lying beside me who was fueling my desire. I rolled back over and moved closer to Selene, wrapping an arm around her, placing a leg over hers.

“Thank you,” I said and kissed her lips.

“For?”

“Saving me from damnation.”

“You believe me then?”

“The jury is still out, but I figure why tempt fate.”

“Well, yes, they can be fickle,” Selene chuckled.

“Maybe, though, just to make sure, while we still have the full moon…” I said in a seductive voice.

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. I groaned at the touch of her fingers as they played across my back. I placed my hands on her ample breasts. Her dark nipples stood tall and I tugged at one. She moaned into my mouth and then sucked on my tongue. I pulled away and moved to take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking on the pebbled flesh, I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple. My hand slid across her sweaty abdomen and through the curly nest of hairs of her pubis. Finding her engorged clit, I rubbed it for several moments before pushing down through her damp folds. Selene moaned, and her hips pushed up.

“By the gods, that feels good,” she groaned.

I let go of her nipple and kissed my way down her belly until my face hovered above her sex. Her scent was strong but not unpleasant. I had licked Nikki’s pussy several times, but somehow this seemed different. This was a mature older woman. A much older woman if she was actually a Greek goddess.

I kissed her labia, then spread her slick lips with my fingers. I licked at the velvety pink flesh from entrance to clit and back, tasting the exquisite sweetness of her thick cream. Selene bucked and moaned. I pushed one finger, then another into the hot wetness of her vagina. As I took her clit into my mouth, I fucked her quickly.

“Please, yes,” Selene moaned loudly.

I sucked on her clit, dragging my teeth across the swollen bud. My fingers pumped as she bucked hard against me. I bit and sucked and fucked the Greek goddess as she writhed beneath me. Selene was panting hard as she moaned obscenities into the night air. When she started to come I moved my mouth down to her entrance and lapped at the juices that flowed freely from her. Selene’s hands grabbed my head and held me hard against her pulsing cunt. I drank of her juices until she relaxed and released her grip on me.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, then she held my face and licked her juices from my lips and around my mouth. “Mmm,” she grinned, “I taste good.”

I smiled and kissed her some more. I nipped and sucked on her lips and tongue and then her ear and neck. She softly moaned and then pulled me back in front of her.

“Sit on my face. I need to taste you,” she said with a wink.

I giggled. This was something I had never done with Nikki but definitely wanted to try. I got up on my knees and positioned myself above her. Her hands went to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I lowered my dripping pussy to her eagerly waiting mouth.

I gasped when I felt her lips touch my opening. Selene’s explored around the moist flesh for a few moments before pushing inside me. Her strong hands moved to my hips and held me still as she explored my depths. I shuddered as her tongue probed deeper than I thought possible.

“Oh god,” I gulped as she fucked me with her expert tongue.

I began to bounce against her. The pleasure her tongue caused was exquisite. Tendrils of excitement shot throughout my body and I quivered on her face. Selene pulled out of my sodden vagina and pushed the flat of her tongue up through my tingling folds and onto my clit. Her tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bud. I twitched and jerked. I tried to buck my hips against her but she held me fast. Selene’s mouth engulfed my clit and she sucked on it for all she was worth.

I cried out at the torrent of pleasure that was now radiating from my sex. I wanted, no, I needed to ride this woman’s face. To grind myself into her. Still, she held me fast. Her teeth caught my throbbing bud and pulled along its super sensitive flesh.

“Oh god Selene! Don’t stop, please. It feels so fucking good!” I cried out.

Selene listened to my plea as she continued to torment my clit with her teeth and tongue. My entire body was shaking and I fell forward, holding myself up with my outstretched arms. My whole body was being racked with pleasure as Selene continued to assault my pussy with her mouth.

I drew a sharp breath when Selene inserted two of her long slender fingers into my core. She slowly fucked me taking her mouth from my clit. With only one hand holding my hip I was now able to rock against her hand.

“You like that, baby?” she asked coyly.

I could only grunt my affirmative. She began to fuck me harder as she curled her fingers, searching for my g-spot. My orgasm was close. The pressure in my center had built to the point of overflow and would soon crest the meager barriers that held it back.

“Selene. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come!” I cried.

Then my body stiffened and her fingers quickly withdrew and were just as quickly replaced with her mouth. She sucked on my entrance just as my orgasm broke the levy and juices flowed in abundance from me into the waiting mouth of my lover.

My body shuddered and I collapsed on top of Selene. She pulled my quivering form down beside her and held me until my breathing calmed. She kissed my lips and I tasted myself on her. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled against her heaving breasts.

“That was so wonderful. Thank you,” I said sleepily.

“My pleasure,” she murmured, stroking my hair as she held me close.

 

* * *

 

The sounds of chirping birds and the warmth of the morning sun on my face woke me. I stretched and yawned before opening my eyes. I was in the tent, under a blanket, and wearing my pajamas. I looked to the empty place beside me. Selene must have dressed me in my PJs before she left.

As I thought about all the things that happened during the previous night, I realized that the ever-present pull of the moon, something that had been with me for as long as I could remember, was gone. It was the morning after a full moon and I should be experiencing a very strong desire to masturbate. And yet I wasn’t. I felt completely sated.

Tentatively, I reached my hand inside my PJs and touched my clit. It was tender, a result of last night’s sex. I rubbed it for a moment and felt a familiar twinge of pleasure. I pulled my hand away and waited. The desire faded away.

“Maybe it was all true,” I said aloud.

The thought of no longer being in a constant state of arousal and being able to come whenever I wanted made me sad for a moment. But if everything Selene had told me was true, then I would be forever grateful for her intervention.

Smiling, I headed into the house for breakfast.

 

* * *

 

I stood just inside the entrance way, staring blankly at the vacant shop before me. Twenty-four hours ago, this had been Selene’s. Now it was just an empty space.

I had come to the mall to see Selene and to thank her again for the incredible night of sex and for saving my life, along with the hopes of maybe getting together again sometime. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and began to wonder if she had actually existed at all.

I turned to walk away when I heard a man’s voice calling to me.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

I turned back and saw an older man, dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of denim overalls, appear from a back room of the empty shop. He was carrying a small cardboard box.

“Are you Amanda?” he asked as he approached me.

“Yes,” I answered nervously.

“The previous owner of this location told me you would be around today and asked me to give this to you,” he said as he handed me the box.

Accepting it, I asked, “Did she… say where she was going?”

He shook his head. “No. Just told me to give you this box.”

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

He nodded, then turned and walked away.

Back in my room, I carefully opened the box and looked inside. Tissue paper and packing peanuts hid the contents. I gently tipped the box, letting the packing material fall out. Looking back in, I knew what I would find.

I reached in and gingerly pulled the item out. My eyes filled with tears as I gazed upon the statue of Luna that I had admired the day before in the store. A small note was taped to the base. I removed it and read:

I am so glad I found you in time. I wanted you to have this little gift, something to remember me by.

Love, Selene

I set the statue on my dresser and admired it.

Although I was free of the curse, it had left me with one very pleasant side effect. I would soon discover that during the night of the full moon, my sexual desire and subsequent orgasms would still be greatly amplified. Nikki would come to love the full moon just as much as I did.

THE END

 

14 Comments on Moonlight Desires, Part Two

  1. Swan says:

    While normally I prefer my erotic stories without magic, the goddess works well here. I enjoyed it. For readers who may be interested, you can visit ‘Black Lingerie’ and read Ebo’s totally different story about naked girls dancing in the moonlight. there must be something magical about that moonlight, I guess.

  2. kim says:

    Enjoyed the story very much. Yes, what is it about moonlight. Even this line from the song,’Green River’, conjurers up erotic images for me.

    “barefoot girls, dancing in the moonlight, “

  3. Amanda Lynn says:

    Thanks for the comments. Yes, there are lots of songs about moonlight. I was actually listening to the song “Moonlight Desires” by Gowan when the idea for the story came to me.

  4. Cheryl says:

    What an amazingly beautiful story, Amanda Lynn! Erotic and lovely. Thank you for being a part of Juicy Secrets!

  5. Domald says:

    Lovely story, and well written.

  6. sue says:

    Not sure how I missed this story, but it was a lovely little charmer, and very beautiful and hot.

  7. David says:

    Wow what a great ending chapter. So erotic and well written and detailed. Thanks Amanda for writing this and sharing your thoughts and desires.

  8. Amanda Lynn says:

    Thank you, Domald, Sue, and David. I am happy you enjoyed my little story. 🙂

  9. Lohn says:

    Thank you Amanda for such a well written and beautiful story. I am a man in love with a witch. She is in love with anything that has to do with the moon or moonlight. She is also in love with a beautiful young woman, whom she is teaching the art of witchcraft. Although I love my witch so very much, I must be content with being best friends. I printed out your fine story and she loved it. She is obsessed with the Goddess Hecate and can relate to these types of stories. Keep up the good work. I am looking forward to more eccellent stories from you.

  10. Bryan says:

    I really loved this concept Amanda

  11. sue says:

    Once again, I’m still charmed by this story.

  12. Powertenor246 says:

    Amanda: I am a Male Witch IRL, and the only one in my tradition. I can see where this story can come from and can appreciate Lohn’s position. I fell, and bloody hard indeed for a Witch that was in the same Circle as I, and I never got to tell her what I felt as I was Severed from that circle, I feel for wrongful reasons but, I am seeing backwards through much wiser eyes and I am glad that the HPS of that circle did what she did. The price I payed for it was never seeing the Lady I fell for again. Lasting to this very day. The story I read here both reminded me of that Lady, and allowed me to wish her well in this life, and perhaps the next. As I do not know if she is still among us, or has gone on ahead. I suppose one day I shall find out.

    Good Day.

    Ursinius Starsong
    AKA Brother Bear
    RGB3

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