The witch's spell Lily places on my cock makes it longer and thicker. It also allows me to stay erect, even after an orgasm, until the spell gets released.
So even though Deidre and I just fucked and we've both cum, my cock is still firmly buried, fully erect, in her still-slightly quivering quim.
The usual deflate-and-slip-out-of-the-pussy isn't happening. And it won't happen.
When Lily and I fucked in my trailer, there were quite a few minutes after we both came when the fireflies erupted from Lily's skin, zoomed around the room, and coalesced into a little ball of energy that's now inside my chest.
In fact, thinking of that now makes that spot thump a little.
All through those minutes my penis was erect... and much more in length and girth than it usually is.
Fucking Lily, and even just now fucking Deidre, I think my cock might swell even more when it's stimulated.
So if Deidre wanted another fuck right now my cock would be up for the job, so to speak.
Except I don't think Deidre wants to fuck again right now. And I *KNOW* I don't want to fuck her.
I want answers for what's happened. And why it's happened.
I push myself up on my arms and pivot my hips so my cock backs out of Deidre's dripping hole.
Then I roll to her left side and lay on my back on the bed.
Deidre stays on her stomach. She turns her head toward me and droopily opens her eyes.
"Jeezus," Deidre says softly, "Clay... I've never been fucked like that.
"I mean... never."
Fine. I'm not interested in compliments.
"Deidre," I say to the ceiling. "What the fuck just happened?
"And where the fuck are we??"
Deidre replies softly.
"We're in the room," she says. "At the hotel."
But this room, even though it's laid out the same, is decidedly different.
"This CAN'T be the same room," I counter.
"It's the same room," Deidre continues, "in the same hotel. Over Lily's bar.
"Same itty-bitty town. Same holler. Same mountain."
Deidre rolls to her right and lies on her back. She drapes one arm over her naked boobs. The hand of the other arm runs through her hair. Her eyes are closed.
"Clay, the question you should be asking is not *where* we are,
"But *when* we are."
I don't know what Deidre means and I tell her that. Deidre opens her eyes and she turns to look at me.
"Clay, I'm a time witch. Time manipulation is one of my specializations. I've been playing with time my whole life.
"Several years ago I perfected my ability to travel to another time. The blue lights you saw were a wormhole that brought the two of us to an earlier time in this same room in this same hotel."
"Why the two of us?" I question. "What the hell do I have to do with your little time hobby?"
Deidre answers by sitting up in bed, pivoting her butt so her legs hang off the side, and standing.
"We both need hydration," Deidre declares as she walks, naked, toward the bathroom. "It's a side effect of the journey."
And, y'all, even from the back, Deidre is stunningly gorgeous.
Her long hair hangs down to just below her shoulder blades and bounces a bit in rhythm with her steps.
Her back muscles ripple at her shoulders and the sexy lines of her ribs trace downward and inward to meet her hips, now roiling from side to side with every step.
Her waist is beautifully slim and perfectly flat at the front.
Next is her peach-perfect ass.
It's also flexing with her movements and I can guess that she could use that toned treasure to adroitly squeeze her cunt muscles as she moves up and down with a cock deep inside her.
My cock twitches a little at the vision moving before me. I have to remind myself that I'm not particularly happy with this girl at the moment.
Deidre grabs a white pottery pitcher from a side table by the door. She steps into the bathroom to the pedestal sink and begins filling the pitcher.
Deidre turns the tap off and pivots to come back into the bedroom. She grabs two glasses from the side table as she passes.
"Here, sit up," Deidre instructs. "Drink this." And she pours water into one of the glasses. She holds the emply one in the same hand. I guess bar and brewery witches know how to do that.
By the time she's poured the water, I'm sitting on the side of the bed.
Deidre then she pours a glass for herself and sets the pitcher on the floor by the bed. She sits on the bed beside me, but with a bit of distance.
"Clay, I know you've heard expressions concerning time," Deidre begins:
"'Time is Money,' 'Time's a-waistin'," "We're burning daylight, people.'"
This isn't answering my questions.
"Yeah?" I reply, annoyingly, "so??"
"On one of my prior journeys," Deidre continues, "I think even by accident, I realized that time isn't just a measure. It's not just how we count minutes or hours or days or years.
"Time is also a value. It's an equitable commodity. It's something that can be... capitalized."
I'm not following her and, again, I tell Deidre that. She re-fills my glass.
"Think about it, Clay," Deidre continues.
"Some things, like most new cars and leisure suits, they get less valuable as they get older. And then some things get more valuable as they age.
"A ten-year old bourbon is worth a lot more than a three-year old bourbon.
"But what if it also works the other way? What if having *more* time could be it's own source of value?
"What if I could make a person younger... even for just a little while... so they could enjoy being young again? Wouldn't that be worth something to somebody? Maybe a lot... to the right somebody?"
I recall, vividly, what Deidre's kiss did for Lily. And my chest twitches again.
I reply, sullenly:
"I guess so. But what's up with travelling to another time? That seems like a lot of trouble.
"Seems like you could charge the person for it, and still stay home."
"Well, that brings us to another discovery I made," Deidre replies.
Deidre reaches to the floor and collects a small zip-lock bag laying on the floor at the edge of the bed. I recognize it as the object she collected from her pants pocket just before the blue lights began, and we transported to wherever -- or whenever -- we are now. She must have dropped it during her tail end of her orgasm.
"Clay," Deidre begins, "when I travel back in time I can't use credit cards or debit cards to pay for things. I always have to bring cash.
"I put one hundred dollars -- five twenties -- in this little bag."
She unzips the zip-lock and pulls out what is clearly more than five individual bills.
"I don't know how it works, exactly," Deidre goes on.
"But money that I bring with me to an earlier time turns into more money than I had before. And that makes sense, I guess, just because of inflation alone. Money in our time would buy a hell of a lot more 'way back when.'
"But then when I return to *our* time, even when the money gets handed back to me, that money expands again, exponentially."
She gives me a sheepish grin. "I don't know how to explain it.
"I just call it 'Dee-Dee-nomics'."
Deidre looks for a reaction, but I don't give her one. She returns the money to the zip-lock bag.
I need to pee. And so I announce that, and move to the bathroom.
