Magic Medicine

Its bad enough being in a strange land, but its even worse when you get sick, travelling with all your belongings on your back, and arriving in a new town, with nowhere to go apart from a guesthouse.
Well that was the situation; I’d been dropped off by my ride at the front door to a guesthouse, in a strange town on cold wet evening, next to a leaden sea.

The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-forties trim and rather elegant, she smiled and said “Hallo, and welcome won’t you please come in; and please call me Helen.” Suddenly her face lots its bright smile and took on a new demeanour an expression of shocked concern, she said “Strooth, you look real crook, you’d better come in and the first thing I’ll do is get you upstairs and put you to bed”.

Not being in a fit and able state to argue I submitted myself to Helen’s caring, she led me to a small room on the top floor of the house, she explained that this was not a guest floor but was where her room was and that she thought it wise that I should be close to her.

Helen showed me to her bathroom and told me to get myself into bed whilst she went and mixed some of her special medicine, I washed and undressed and climbed into the wide single bed in my room, pulled the sheets and covers up around my shivering body and waited for Helen to return with the promised magic medicine.

Helen returned and administered to me a wonderful herbal remedy, tucked the blankets around me and left the room, telling me should I need anything in the night just call.
Dosed up with flu remedy I fell, into a deep and restful sleep, a sleep that was filled with the most wonderful dreams.

I was in the tropics sick and sweating in a large bed, when a woman came in and administered to my needs in a most agreeable manner….

The next morning when I awoke, Helen came into my room with a cup of tea some toast and marmalade and more magic potion.
She asked me how I’d slept and did I feel better. I told her that I felt much better, and didn’t know what was in the medicine she’d given me but I’d had the most wonderful dreams.

Helen smiled at this comment and asked me to tell her more. But first she was going to get a bowl, flannel and towel to freshen me up. She left the room and I sat there drinking my tea and eating toast.

By the time Helen returned I’d finished my breakfast and drunk some of the potion. Pulling back the sheets she proceeded to wash my face and upper body whilst she washed me, she asked, “This dream you had in the night, what happened?”

“Well”…I said. “It was hot, very hot. I was lying on a big bed with a mosquito net all around the bed. I was naked accept for a single silk sheet covering my sweating body. The light in the room was from candles that flickered in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. I could hear the waves breaking on a sandy beach only yards away, the breaking waves sounded like the gentle breathing of sleeping mermaids.”
Helen exclaimed at this description and encouraged me to continue my narration. “Well…”I said.

“There I was on this big bed, when in came a most gorgeous creature wearing nothing but a Frangipani flower in her hair and sarong of fineness chiffon which allowed her beautiful body to be seen through the gossamer like material.” I continued, smiling at my entranced listener.
“Go on” she encouraged, with glistening eyes, I proceeded with my narration
“The air was filled with the intoxicating sent of exotic tropical blooms. The woman came over lifted the net and climbed onto the bed next to me. She had bought with her a bowl of scented water and flannel. She then washed my body” as Helen was doing at that moment. Helen asked me to go on … “the woman washed my heated brow with cooling liquid. She pulled the sheet off my naked body and washed me all over not missing any part except one!
When I was cleaned and refreshed she started to kiss me from head to toe telling me I would get better, but first I had to release the pressure inside me to allow my body heal it’s self fighting off the fever.”

Helen was now looking a little flushed as I continued recounting my dream. She then pulled back the sheet and applied the flannel to my now erect member.
She said huskily staring me straight in the eyes “Did she clean this, like this?” “Yes” I replied breathlessly.
“What did your dream woman do next?” Helen asked.
“ Well!”I said. “When she had washed and dried me. The woman did a most unusual thing. She pulled my hands and arms up behind my head. Produced soft silken cords and tied my wrists to the bars at the top of the bed.”

Helen then surprised me by saying, “Like this?” as she too pulled my hands and arms behind my head and as if by magic, produced two pieces of soft rope and tethered my wrists to the bars at the head of the bed.

This was getting interesting. Helen took my swollen member in her hand and asked me to continue my story.

“Well….” I said grinning like the Cheshire cat “The dusky maiden took my JT in her hand and stroked it up and down telling me how beautiful it was. She then lowered her head taking my cock into her mouth.”
Helen, to my pleasant amazement re-enacted my description by taking my enflamed member into her mouth.

I was in seventh heaven, lying in bed being revived by an older woman, a woman that was sending waves of shivering pleasure through me. She knew all the right little places to apply pressure to my cock. Her special trick was to use the tip of her tongue to lick in little circles at the union of the glands, then she would lick in long wet strokes, starting at the base of the shaft and licking up to the head she applied this treatment to my cock for what seemed an age. Just as I got used to her wonderful technique being repeated over and over, She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my length, twirling her tongue around and around as more of my cock vanished into her eager mouth. Apart from my salutations of pleasure and her gentle slurping sounds, all was quiet in the house we were quite alone.
Helen finally came up for air smiling at me she said “Did you like that?” I just grinned back at her and nodded my head in affirmation.
“What did the dusky maiden do next?” She asked, as she stroked my body with soft fingers.

“Well,” I continued starting to really enjoy this resurrection of my dream “She removed her sarong and then she straddled my shoulders and bought her quim to my eager tongue.” With that Helen stood, letting her housecoat drop to the floor.
Now naked she climbed onto the bed, straddled my body and offered me her clean-shaven quim, (which I might add is my favourite dish. I’m not into organic dental floss).

So what can a gentleman do when served such a delectable repast, but oblige a lady? I breathed deeply on Helens scent and applied my tongue to her eager quim. My efforts were rewarded with moans of approval at my licking, nibbling and sucking.

Helen didn’t forget her duties either and kept up a song of delight, rewarding me for the pleasure I was giving her. Then without warning she came, sitting up she pressed herself hard onto my face and mouth.

Her body shuddering with such force I thought she might pass out. Lifting her pussy from my face she looked down, smiled at me, and said all rather flustered.
“Oh that was fantastic.”
She kissed me on the lips smiled and said; “Now I’m going to make you, come in me.”

Moving down my supine body until she was sitting astride my hips and hard penis, she didn’t push me into her but slid back and forth along my length making my cock slick with juices, oozing from inside her. The softness of the outer lips and her wetness on my cock was just gorgeous. I asked her to sit still so I could relish the feeling of her moist warmth on my cock. Complying with my request she just rocked back and forth ever so gently, applying pressure on her citreous.

She looked into my eyes with bedevilment and said “Now I’m going take you into deep inside me and you can’t stop me” (who said I wanted too?) She then shifted forward letting my cock spring up she then pushed back letting my cock slide into her hot quim, oh so slowly, until she finally pushed down hard onto my pubic bone and rocked back and forth again applying pressure to her clit, giving the most wonderful sensation to the head, making contact with her cervix.

I wanted to lift her body to increase the feeling but was unable because of my tied hands and if I tried to thrust into her. Helen just pushed me harder onto the bed. Saying “NO! I’m making you cum when I want”.

Helen screwed me for what seemed like an eternity of bliss. Boy could this woman ride a cockhorse. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes in sheer joy. I was in paradise…. every time I got nearly to the point of no return, Helen would relax and wait for me to calm down again. Then she would commence riding my throbbing cock.

Until she was finally satisfied I could bare this treatment no more. She bent forward kissed me hard on the mouth and then holding my head in her hands said with the most intense passion “Now my darling, this time fill me with your lovely juice that feels like fluffy cotton wool clouds.”

With that she began riding me intensely as she thrust up and down my full length, letting her ample breasts swing back and forth over my chest and occasionally touch my eager lips.

We came simultaneously our climaxes were volcanic in intensity though; It felt as if my cock was going to explode as it erupted into Helens womb. Her quim clenched and squeezed my throbbing member, as she collapsed perspiring onto my sweating body laying there panting from her excursions.

We rested in the most wonderful after glow as my cock slowly softened inside her. After long minutes Helen lifted herself off me and asked, “Shall we have a bath?”
Helen untied me and helped me to get up from the bed; she took me in her arms kissing my face and neck.
“Has the medicine helped cure the patient? She asked.
“Aaah yes I think so” I replied, returning her kisses as best I could “I now feel like hot radio active jelly. But yes I feel fine.” I said leaning forward and finally kissing her full on the lips, a lovely long sensuous kiss.

Whilst the bath was running and the bathroom filled with steam. I made Helen stand in the bath; I soaped her body all over and then washed her most carefully from head to toe. Then at my instruction she sat on the edge of the bath and allowed me to shave her mons Venus, as yielding and gossamer.

After she’d washed me we lay down in the bath letting the hot and soapy water keep us warm the bliss of our affection.
When had had enough we climbed out of the bath and dried one another with large fluffy towels. Leading me by the hand along the landing Helen took me to her bedroom.

It was a large room a huge double bed, with four turned wooden posts took centre stage. Without saying a word, just by using gestures I laid Helen on the bed and then took the cords from my room and tying her to her bed as she had tied me earlier. I made her lift her hips from the mattress and placed two pillows beneath her bottom making her vulnerable to my affection.

Now that I was in control I proceeded to torture her in the most wonderful ways I knew how. I stroked and caressed her breasts with my fingers and tongue taking her nipples into my mouth and rolling my tongue over the teats all Helen could do was tell how wonderful my ministrations felt, she particularly shuddered with delight as kissed and licked the underside of each breast where it joined her body. I continued working slowly lower and kissing my way down her tummy towards her quim. But just as she anticipated me to licking her mons Venus I passed it by and ventured down her thighs. Helen tried to push me back to her quim with her legs. Telling me I was a naughty boy.

“Now, Now” I admonished, “You can’t do that.”
I looked around the room and finding some more cord, tied her ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed.
“If you can’t behave you have to be restrained” I scolded.
Helen whined at this and said “I promise to be good if you let me free”
“No.." I insisted, “You can’t be trusted not to squirm and so you must be restrained.”

I continued with my torture taking even more time over stroking and kissing and licking her legs. When I got to her feet I licked and sucked each toe in turn. She was going wild with this treatment. Begging me to stop. I knew what I was doing and was getting the desired effect for her quivering body.

I then went to the point of her desire and sucked on her button. I had made her so sensitive with my torture that she came within a second of me attacking her clit. I had to sit back as her body thrashed in orgasm. I sat on my heals and watched her lay there quivering and panting from her exertions. “Fuck me you bastard” she said. Pushing herself toward me like a bitch on heat. I positioned myself above and drove myself into her willing flesh, with such force that she gasped with surprise. I wanted to screw her fast and hard but not to hurt her. Exquisite pain yes but not suffering, that would leave her sore afterwards, fast short strokes controlling my penetration. As I approached my peek I pushed myself to the hilt and again applied pressure to her most intimate opening. “Cum” she begged me “Please come.”

I came deep in her body so she could feel the warmth of my seed as it flooded into her womb, as my pleasure subsided I relaxed gently collapsing onto her panting and contented torso. We lay for a while, I then untied her and pulling the cover over us we cuddled close falling into a deep and blissful sleep.

I awoke in the early evening, to find my wonderful nurse gone. My nose though was assailed by the delightful smell of food cooking. I got up and went my room to wash and dress. When I got down stairs Helen said well I hope the patient is cured…

“To bloody right!” I grinned rakishly. “That smells dam good, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse but I’ll settle for bacon and eggs and you for afters”
“That’s fine by me” Helen smiled as she shovelled steaming bacon from the pan onto a plate the size of New South Wales.