Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 17:43:05 -0000
From: ancil <ancil@ticklingthemarrow.com>
Subject: medusa builds a circle of stones

browsing the fantasy section of the archive, i came across, of all things, a
story about a sexual encounter with a gorgon that leaves the protagonist a
statue. i was a bit upset, having written that story a few weeks before. but i
think mine is a different story, and i am still happy with it. agree? i await
comments at ticklingthemarrow.com.

ancil


"Why am i blindfolded?" she asks, as swift fingers knot the white cloth behind
her head.

"Because," purrs their owner, in a voice like a slithery hiss, "you'd turn to
stone."

Dianases reclines on a sloping backless couch, white cushions riding on clawed
marble feet. She can see none of it, of course.

But the owner of the couch, the hiss, and the blindfold has a fine view of
her: her soft pink-white skin, her coppery red hair in a bun above her head,
her small, heavy breasts, heaving with her breath. Diana wears only a short
sheet of white roman cloth, tied at her side, a short skirt to hide her
cunnie. She tries to still her nervous breathing, anxious to hear her sounds
that might betray her admirer's movements.

She feels a warm breath on the sole of her foot, and shivers, biting her lip
to quelch a gasp which bubbles up. Hands wrap around the top of her foot and a
tongue begins to lick, long and serpentine, two pointy tips flickering across
the ball of her foot, and her gasp quickly rolls into one low groan.

Di raises her other foot to move it toward her lover's head. Her sole comes
down on a slick, scaly mass, and strands of her lover's hair wrap around and
capture her foot, licking between her toes with tongues of their own.

"Gods," she says between groans, "i'm being made love to by Medusa."

The gorgon's lips smile, unseen, around her tongue.

She wraps her long, thin tongue around the base of one big toe, pulling it
into the warm space in her mouth. She suckles it gently as Diana starts to
moan. She runs her tongue in a long line along all five toes.

"That's why the blindfold, sweetie," she says, articulating almost perfectly
with her tongue snaked from her mouth.

"Ooh, come up here and touch me," Diana moans.

Medusa lifts herself onto the foot of the couch, slithering up her lover's
legs. She curls up in Diana's arms, wrapping her in her own. She gives her a
kiss, tying her tongue up in hers and tickling its tip with her two. "Ummmm
guudth," Di mumbles, her tongue trapped in Medusa's.

"Ooh," she says as they part, folding her hands around Medusa's neck and
fingering the snakes. Medusa runs her toes across the top of Di's foot. "Mmm,
let me take off the blindfold. I want to see you."

Medusa raises her hands, gripping Di's around the wrists. She pushes them
together to the couch above Di's head. "No."

Pinning Diana's wrists with one hand, Medusa traces a fingertip along the edge
of her breast. "Mmm-hmm-hmm," she purrs, biting her lip and wriggling beneath
the touch. Medusa pinches the tip of her breast between two fingers, sliding
her long tongue down to tickle her nipple.

She slides down to Di's hips, cupping one in each hand. Two fingers at one
side undo her skirt's knot, and two at the other pluck the fabric away.

Diana's vulva is shaped like a grecian vase, lips bowing away the color of
brass. Medusa, lifting her hips, takes Di's legs on her shoulders. She begins
kissing softly outmost skin of her cunnie.

"Oohhhmm," Di moans, as tiny tongues tickle her knees. Medusa's hair lies on
her belly, and she soon feels soft licks on the inside of her navel. But the
one place she feels no tongue is inside her cunt, and she groans in
anticipation while her lover suckles her lips. Di puts a hand to Medusa's
head, rolling a snake between her fingers.

Suddenly that long tongue flickers in and out of her cunt, and Diana gasps and
squeezes her snake, which stings her and quickly escapes her fingers. That
long tongue slithers in and out of her, causing her to gasp and squeal. Then
it snakes into her farther than she thought a tongue could ever go, and she
flattens herself on the couch, emitting sounds that do not sound human. "Uhhuh-
uhuhh-uhhuh."

Medusa raises her head, letting the length of her tongue slips slowly out of
Di's cunnie and slide across her clit. She jerks, trembling, as its full
length rolls across her. It finishes with a whip from its two tips which
brings her almost to climax before it snaps back into Medusa's mouth.

"Let me take off the blindfold," she gasps, "please."

"No," says Medusa, sounding hurt.

"Please."

Diana hears Medusa sigh, and then feels her fingers around her wrist. "Come,"
she says, pulling her from the couch and across the temple.

Medusa stops her, turns her around, and raises her arms, tying her wrists to
cold marble statues. They are the hands of women turned to stone, and Diana
laces her fingers between theirs.

She can feel the fingers working at the knot behind her neck, and in moments
the blindfold falls off, revealing an empty stone floor before her. "Where are
you?" she asks.

"I am here," comes the voice, warm breath on Diana's shoulder. Diana sighs.

"No," she then says. "I want to see you."

Medusa's hands come to her head, hanging a laurel wreath in her hair. They are
thin, nimble fingers, and seeing them fills Di with an erotic thrill. A
fingertip plays at the dimple of her eye, while another traces the lips of her
mouth. Di slips her tongue out to lick at its pad.

"Let me see your face," Diana says, pleadingly.

"My face is here," Medusa replies, resting her lips on Diana's shoulder. She
can feel Medusa's cheek, warm against her own. A snake dances into her sight,
sinuous and green.

"If you love me," Diana wails, "you will show me your face."

"I do love you," Medusa says.

"Then show me," says Di.

Medusa's hands drop down to cup her breasts. She kisses across her back,
flicking her tongue across the skin. Diana moans, tugging at her bonds. Medusa
squeezes her breasts, massaging their tips between fingers. As she licks her
back she strokes a nipple with her fingertip.

"Uhhmm," Di moans, as Medusa sinks to her knees. Her tongue slides across the
crack of her ass, her anus being tickled by its two tips. Her hands lower
themselves on top of Di's hips, fingertips picking at the lips of her vulva.
The thin tongue slips inside her anus, two tips curling and uncurling against
the slick skin.

"Uhh-hhh-huh!" Di shudders. Medusa removes her tongue and slides it along her
ass, all the way around to her cunnie in front. Dancing across her lips on two
fingers, she takes Di's clit between both tongue-tips like a sceptre.

Diana gasps, and then moans as those two tiny fingers work her to orgasm.
Medusa's fingers tickle her lips as her tongue circles her clit to massage it
to climax. Diana sees, briefly, an Olympian dawn, before her head falls to her
chest, and her juices trickle to the floor.

"How was that?" Medusa asks.

"Please," Diana asks, gasping for air, "let me see your face."

"No!" wails Medusa, almost crying. "Don't make me show you."

"Yes," Di says. "I have to see it."

And slipping under her arm, Medusa is before her. Her green hair falls down
the sides of her sweet face, snakes curling sensuously around her head in
radiant waves. Her soft lips like rose petals pout as tears run down her
cheeks, cheeks the color and consistancy of marble. Her eyes, tear-studded,
are star-ringed green circles.

"Gods," says Diana, before turning to stone, "you're beautiful."

Medusa sniffles, looking around the stone ring of laurel-wreathed girls, all
holding hands high above their heads. Wiping tears from her cheek, she slips
beneath the archway of two arms to exit her temple.