The Crystal Connection

As the week wore on... into multiple weeks... my libido stayed through the roof. But I was far too shy to ask anyone out. I simply ran home and masturbated multiple times a day. It seemed like I was filling half the bottle every time now. Which really meant more and more money off my rent. I saw Emmanuelle more than once a day, delivering bottles of cum to her. I still had no idea why she wanted it, but really, why did I care? I was feeling so good and I was making easy money. The only downside was that I was feeling more and more tired all the time. It felt like I had the flu or something, my muscles were just tired and worn out all the time. I even noticed dark circles under my eyes.

And every time I saw Emmanuelle, she looked more and more radiant. She seemed to look younger all the time, although I knew that was impossible. That could have been my libido, though, too, looking at her like another sexual object I needed in my life. Over the days and weeks I started having more and more fantasies about her as well, and masturbated to more and more thoughts of her.

It was probably three months into our arrangement, just after winter break started, that I made a delivery to her and she invited me in for dinner. She had expected me and had already made it, so it was no bother. It would actually have been extremely rude to decline at this point, at least that was her argument. Besides, I wanted to be with her. I wanted to see her and be in her presence. I wanted my fantasies to come true. She opened her door and let me in, with a sultry, knowing grin on her face, as if she'd read my lustful mind. God she looked incredible!

She was wearing a black dress that showed lots of leg and lots of chest. It was a dress a porn star would wear. It was a dress to entice and excite. A dress designed for a quick fuck... on a moment's notice. Just a little move here or a lift there and every erogenous zone would be revealed. And she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. I imagined she wasn't wearing panties, either.

She smiled. "I'm glad to see you appreciate my outfit," she said, catching my eyes looking where they shouldn't.

I blushed, caught red-handed. "I... uh... I do! You look... really incredible!" I was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, praying my erection wasn't too noticeable, and wondering how bad I looked compared to her.

"Good. I did wear it for that effect. I enjoy... pleasing... you. But, please..." She led me to her dining room and offered me a seat at the table. The table was already set for two, so she obviously expected me to join her.

"Wine?" she asked.

"Well... I'm... I'm not exactly twenty-one yet," I admitted sheepishly.

"We're two adults having a little private time together. I won't tell if you won't," she said, smiling mischievously. She poured me a glass without even hearing my response. Then she grabbed my plate and took it with her into the kitchen. My eyes strayed around her apartment while she was gone and was drawn to a bookshelf in the living room. In the middle of one of the shelves, prominently displayed, were the two crystals, held up on stands next to each other, and glowing.

I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no reason they should be glowing like that. It wasn't... natural.

When she came out, my attention turned back to her, and my plate was filled with a delicious steak dinner that smelled incredible.

"Gotta make sure we keep your energy up," she said, winking at me.

She then went and got her own dinner and sat down. I had to say, the steak tasted incredible. She was a very good cook and I hadn't had home cooking in a long time. We didn't talk a lot during dinner, but it seemed we were casually checking each other out... at least I know I was checking her out. I have no idea what had come over me... she was more than twice my age, although she didn't look it. And if I didn't know better, I would have sworn she was flirting with me. I could feel my erection pulsing with need. I had a very, very strong desire to masturbate again. Her hands constantly played with the top of her dress as she ate, so that she was almost flashing me her breasts.

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"I see you noticed the crystals," she said, glancing at them herself, drawing my attention back to them. "They are very unique, aren't they?"

"They're glowing... what makes them glow like that? I don't understand how...," I said, not hiding my confusion.

She smiled and touched my hand. "I'm not sure myself," she said, smiling at me. "They're very special, though. I've had them for a very, very long time. They were a gift from an old friend named Rodrigo Perez. He was an explorer and wandered around the Amazon seeking various treasures. When he found these, he brought them back to me. He performed the same meditation with me that we performed together. But... he didn't get the results he wanted. Kind of the opposite, actually."

"What result was he expecting?" I asked.

"In short, Vince, they represent the bond between us, the bond we created during the meditation."

"The bond?"

"Don't you feel it, Vince? Don't you feel the energy between us? The bond is the energy moving between you and I, a giver and a taker." Her hand slid beneath the fabric of her dress and I could tell she was playing with her nipple. "I can feel so much desire and need from you," she whispered, almost moaning, closing her eyes a moment. "I can feel your lust all through my body. It feels so good." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "You like looking at me, don't you?" I blushed and looked away. "Don't be embarrassed. I know you do. You're such a good boy."

I blushed again, embarrassed that I was so turned on by her. I had to adjust myself, and tried to do so surreptitiously, but I could tell she noticed. She seemed to enjoy my discomfort.

"Look at those muscles! College really agrees with you, doesn't it? Mmmm... you are a very handsome young man."

She began playing with her dress again, continually moving the fabric aside, exposing more and more of her breasts as I watched, mesmerized.

"I see you have a thing for my breasts." I blushed as she said it and looked away sheepishly. "Don't be shy. You can look." Her hand reached out and found my chin, redirecting my gaze back to her. "I want you to look." She moved the material aside, exposing both breasts completely and began teasing her own nipples. "I think I, uh, see what's growing the most on you," she said, looking down into my lap. My cock was absolutely throbbing, tenting my pants as much as it could. "Stand up," she commanded, and I did. I don't know why I did it so readily or so easily. I did it... because she commanded it.

She reached a hand out and firmly touched my crotch, cupping my balls through my jeans and then moving over the shaft. "Ooh, that is nice! I bet you make the girls at school really happy with that, don't you?"

I stood there nervously, not knowing what I was doing. I shook my head, unable to speak a word. All the blood in my body seemed to be going to my raging hardon as I looked down at her beautiful breasts and her hand that was still stroking me.

She smiled. "At least you would make them happy... if I let you. But you're mine now, aren't you? You and I both know it's true. Show it to me," she commanded. "Take your pants down for me and show me your beautiful cock."

She pulled her hand back and sat back in her chair, her hands moving to her own breasts once again, cupping and squeezing them for her own pleasure as well as mine.

When my pants fell down to my ankles, my cock bobbed free, practically bobbing with every heartbeat. "Ooh... nice! Do you mind if I touch it?"

I didn't know what to say and watched helplessly as her hand grasped my shaft without waiting for my response, her fingers curling around it, and she began sliding up and down it's length. I felt a bolt of electricity fly over my body, quickly driving me to the edge, as the pleasure coursed through me. "Mmmm, I like the way that it feels... It's soft... and smooth... and so very hard. Your cock looks so pretty like that. Nice and hard for me."

She kept stroking me and I just stood there like an idiot. She licked her lips nearly sending me over the edge already, but miraculously, I didn't cum. "I can feel your desire... your need... and it feels so delicious. I want you to cum for me. Right here. I just love young cock. Here... you stroke it!" She released my cock and sat back in her chair, resuming her ministrations on her breast with one hand, while the other slid beneath her dress and began teasing her clit as she spread her thighs.

I grabbed my shaft and began stroking myself as I watched her. I was embarrassed that I had no control over myself. I couldn't help myself.

"Mmmm... so big for me! Ah, fuck! That's it. Slow and easy."

I wanted to cum so badly! I wanted to stroke it fast, make myself cum now, but she wouldn't let me. God this was torture!

"So nice... oh, baby... just like that." She was definitely enjoying watching me masturbate, slow and steady, up and down my engorged rod. It felt so incredibly good. While I wanted to cum so bad, it felt more important to do what she told me to do.

"Mmhmm... I saw you watching me at the pool over the summer. Watching me from your window. Masturbating."

"But I... I wouldn't..." I protested, weakly, embarrassed that I was caught.

"Didn't you? Don't be embarrassed. It's ok. I like that you were watching. I like it a lot. It's why I chose you, Vince. You're special. You're young... and strong... so full of testosterone... so sexually aware... and so full of cum. Play with the head. Nice and gentle. That's it. Squeeze the head of your cock for me. Just like that."

I moved my hand to the end of my cock, just playing with the tip. God, she was driving me crazy!

"Mmhmm... now the whole thing. Up and down. Go on... fuck! Good boy."

I was having trouble standing, but I couldn't help but continue. My cock was throbbing in my hand and I had to cum soon.

"Play with your balls, too," she commanded. "Go on! Tug on them... for me. Do everything... for me."

I grabbed my balls in my other hand and squeezed and tugged on them, just as she commanded. It felt incredible.

She licked her lips again, making me wish her mouth were on me. "Mmhmm," she groaned, as if a bolt of pleasure washed over her. "Does that feel good? It looks so good. Just like that."

The slowness of my stroking wasn't going to be enough, by itself, for me to cum. But I had to follow her commands. It was pure torture. My cock was throbbing!

"Move faster... stroke your cock. Mmhmm... and tug on your balls. Both at the same time. That's it... Mmmm, so much precum is coming out already. That's it... just like that. Faster... go on... Oh my God... harder baby."

"Uh... oh God... uh..." I moaned as I slid my hand up and down my cock quickly, my other hand still squeezing and tugging at my balls.

"Yeah..." she said, loving what I was doing. "Now... fuck your hand. That's it... move those hips, not your hand. Fuck your hand for me. So good... oh, God, fuck... I like watching you fuck like that."

She got out of her chair and knelt on the floor in front of me, tugging her dress further down to expose her entire torso. She leaned forward so that her face was just inches from my raging cock and put her hands on my thighs.

"Mmmm... Put all that yummy cum all over me. Mmmhmm," she moaned. "Faster baby. Faster... harder... Oh, fuck baby, just like that. Fuck your hand for me, baby."

I could feel the heat of her breath on my hand and on my cock. Her face and mouth were so close... so close... I just need to cum. I needed it!

"Oh, fuck! God, I want you to cum all over me. That's it. All over me. Drip on me... drip down my chin... onto my tits. Cum for me, Vince."

And with that command, I started cumming. My muscles tightened and I felt everything in me pour out of my cock. Spray after spray ejected from the tip onto her face, neck, and chest. So much cum...

"Mmhmm... mmhmm... that's it... just like that... don't stop." She was enjoying my cum on her skin and used her hands to wipe it all over her torso, face, and neck, rubbing it into her skin like lotion. It made her radiate and practically glow. God she was so sexy!

I was breathing hard and my legs felt so weak. I moved backwards and sat in my chair again, practically slumping into it. I don't know how I didn't fall out of the chair. I couldn't believe how tired I was... nor how much I came. I wondered if I would have been better off bottling it, but realized seeing her reaction was far, far better.

"Oh, fuck, you've cum so hard for me, Vince. That's a good, good boy. Mmmm... fuck. So good. You did such a good job for me." On the internet sites I've looked at where men came on women's faces like I did... it made the women a mess. But it seemed to just soak into Emmanuelle's skin. It made her look even more beautiful, younger, rejuvenated, and energized.

"Oh, fuck," she said, licking cum from her fingers. "You really are a healthy young man. You're going to make me very, very happy."

She slid to her knees before me again, kneeling between my spread legs, her hands stroking my thighs. "Let's see if you're still as special as I thought," she said as her fingers encircled my mildly-deflated shaft. She began stroking me, my cock instantly responding once more. "Let's see if you can cum again, shall we?"

*****

I don't know how many times I came that night. I was far too tired to think after the first one. But I know it was several times before I finally left at 11pm.

"Time to go home and rest, Vince," she whispered. "You've earned it." She helped me to her door and ushered me into the hallway. I slowly made my way up the stairs and into my apartment where I collapsed on my bed.

*****

For the next six months, I ate dinner at her place every night and masturbated for her on demand, always cumming on her. She always figured out how to give me multiple orgasms, draining all my energy until I practically had to crawl back up to my apartment. Sometimes, she'd let me lick her pussy first. Other times she even let me fuck her first. But she always made sure I finished by cumming on her face and chest.

Then, when Evi and Doug, the other renters, moved out at the end of the school year, she commanded me to move into her apartment and began calling me her son. In the fall, she rented to new students, always keeping up the lie that I was her son. At the end of that school year, I dropped out of college and simply lived with her and her hold over me grew even stronger.

During this time, my feelings began getting very unstable. I could feel myself growing angry for no reason, especially when I thought someone was checking Emmanuelle out inappropriately or not respecting her. She met my outbursts with love and care, commenting that I was just a bit unruly and jealous of others.

*****

As time went by, I barely left the apartment, while Emmanuelle did frequently. She still went out to the pool during the summers, wearing her tiny bikini, and I still watched her and masturbated to the sight. I was completely captivated by her and totally in love with her. I was completely desirous of her. She was my total world. No woman could compare to her.

I felt myself feeling older, feeling more tired, and every glance in the mirror showed something new. After just three years I was looking like I was middle age. I saw the grey hair starting. I felt my body losing its muscle mass and strength. I saw the creases on my face. I worked out, trying to keep in shape, but it was more and more difficult.

After six years, I looked to be in my fifties. I was greying, even the hair on my arms and my hair was thinning. It was then that we moved to another state, moving to yet another college town and buying a place to rent to students again. Emmanuelle referred to me as her husband now. It surprised me, but I didn't question it.

It was strange, but it took nearly ten years before I realized that there was something about the crystals that was causing this. I looked like I was in my seventies. We'd moved again, once more to yet another college town and into yet another rental house for the students. Emmanuelle was now referring to me as her father. And as we were setting up the new place, I saw Emmanuelle putting the crystals on the book shelf and again wondered why they were glowing.

One day while Emmanuelle was out, I picked up one of the crystals and held it in my hands. It felt warm and seemed otherworldly. Building up my strength and confidence that what I was doing was necessary, I threw it to the floor, trying to shatter it. But it merely hit with a thud, denting the wood beneath the area rug.

"Fuck!" I yelled and tried again and again. I had to be able to break it, crack it... something! I took it outside and tried to throw it against the concrete of the back porch and it just bounced off it.

I was distracted by one of my attempts to destroy it, this time striking it with a hammer, and didn't realize that Emmanuelle was watching me. She laughed when it failed.

"They can't be broken, Vince. Seriously. You can stop trying."

I knew I wasn't the first person to try, I realized. She was far too comfortable knowing that I wouldn't succeed. And I began to wonder how long she'd been doing this. How many victims had there been?

I became very grumpy, often yelling at the college kids for no reason. I was always distrustful of them, of how they were looking at my Emmanuelle and how they were treating my Emmanuelle. They wanted her. They wanted to take her from me. Emmanuelle always apologized, shooed me back into the apartment and tried to reassure me that she would never leave me, but I had a hard time believing it. I was looking and feeling so old. She had to want someone younger to please her.

And when Emmanuelle wanted to go to Fort Lauderdale for Spring Break that year, I was suspicious of her intentions. While in the afterglow of my orgasm one day, she told me her plan. She needed to find another to replace me when I passed away. We both knew I wouldn't last much longer and she needed someone... the right someone... to be with her.

She had booked two hotel rooms far in advance and we went down a few days before the peak season for Spring Break vacationers. We set up the rooms, moving the beds in one aside to create a lot of space, and she had me go out with one of the crystals to invite four or five guys to come to the private party on Tuesday. She told me that it might take a few parties before she found the right guy.

I was angry that I was going to be replaced, but I knew I didn't want her to be alone. That was absolutely unthinkable. I had to find a replacement. So on Tuesday afternoon, I walked along the beach with the crystal and used it to guide me towards certain guys. As I met each one, I made my pitch for them to attend the party. None of them refused.

When Tuesday night came, I attended the party, and watched as she danced for the guys. Watched as she had a great time getting them hard and making them orgasm all over her. Flashbacks reminded me of my own party with her, not too many years ago. Memories came flooding back to me. I was angry. I was jealous. But I obeyed her. I was hopeful. Luckily, she selected one young man in the first party and we were able to leave and go back home.

*****

After being with Emmanuelle for just thirteen years, I was looking like I was in my eighties. I walked stooped over, using a cane now. I moved slowly and deliberately.

A young man knocked on our door in the early afternoon, and being closer to the door, I answered it. He said his name was Chuck and was a new college student, just moved from Arizona, and had rented a room with us. He was asking for the keys so he could start moving his stuff in.