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her that night. When the time was right, Melina left the cottage and
walked to the other side of the lake.
Once she reached the other side, a man came out of the forest and
greeted her. She admired his stocky, rugged build. He was older than
most of the men she slept with, he looked to be in his forties, but age really
wasn't a concern for her. The more experienced the man, the better.
His large, rough hand on hers sent a shiver down her spine as she
thought of the night to come when these hands would travel all over her
tender body. He led her through the woods a few yards to an inviting one
room cottage.
Upon opening the door, she saw two other men seated next to the
large bed. One looked to be her age. He was an artist from the village,
and an albino with long white hair and pink eyes set in pale skin. The
other man was more of a boy. He might have been a teenager, or just out
of his teen years. He was slim, but athletically built, and the way he
eyed her let her know he could satisfy any woman with his youthful virility.
"Will all of you be staying?" Melina asked.
The adolescent leered at her, his eyes devouring her body as he nodded
in response. The artist rose and walked over to her. He took her hand in
his and brought it to his mouth for a kiss.
"It will be a pleasure making love to a woman as beautiful as
you," he said.
Melina giggled and then lifted his head to hers and kissed him
softly on the lips. She turned to her burly male companion and kissed him
on the lips.
"Come here, and give me a kiss," Melina told the adolescent.
Eagerly he got to his feet and walked over to her. He kissed her
with the intensity of youth. Melina wondered if he might be a virgin and
this excited her more as she looked forward to her night.
"What are your names?" she asked.
"We cannot tell you our names," the older man answered,
remembering the agreement he made with the sorceress.
"Then what will I call you?" she asked.
"There is no need for names this night, my darling," the artist said.
He brought her finger to his mouth and slipped it in to suck on
its tip. This gesture struck her as highly erotic and she closed her eyes
and let out a soft moan.
He removed her finger and she opened her eyes. She appraised the
men once again and decided that it was time to get her sexual adventure
started.
"Why don't you all take off your clothes," she said, smiling at them.
Without a word, the men eagerly began to undress. Melina sat down
on the middle of the bed to watch them. The teenager was already untieing
his pants when she looked at him from her seat. He had a lean muscular
body with a patch of black curly hair between his pectorals. She noticed
a line of hair running from his navel down into his pants. As he slipped
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