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  She ground her cunt hard against his cock and locked her pussy muscles tightly around the plunging shaft. She dug her nails into his back and bucked hard against his belly. She felt the tremors rolling through her and now her only desire was to have him feeling the same wonderful delight that she was feeling at this moment.

  He moaned loudly as his cock seemed to grow harder and bigger. His nuts were throbbing almost unbearably as he slammed into her again and again and he could tell that when he came it was going to be an exquisite agony of lust and relief.

  He cried out in violent need as the steaming come burst from his balls and shot from the tip of his throbbing cock, searing her inner chamber with his thick, hot lust. He ground hard into her and buried his prick in the depths of her womb as the uncontrollable spasms ripped through him and he could do nothing but enjoy them.

  "I'm coming in you, darling, I'm coming in you, now," he gasped, almost unable to speak the pleasure was so intense. "Ohhh, Jesus, it's good! It's good, it's good, it's good!"

  They were locked together tightly now, the aching release tearing through them, his prick spurting faster and harder, the come mixing with hers in a sea of liquid passion. Again and again they drove themselves at each other until they were consumed by their lust and the last, aching spasms of passion had passed through them, leaving them spent and drained of every bit of strength and desire.

  "Thank you, darling, thank you, thank you," she whispered lovingly, kissing him , passionately on the mouth. "I'm so glad it was you, so very, very glad!"

  He sighed with happiness and embraced her tightly, his prick still resting in her warm, wet tunnel. "Nothing can top that," he sighed. "Nothing could ever be better than that!"

  "Ohhh, I don't know," she giggled wickedly, rolling her hips against his in an erotic manner. "We can give it a try, can't we?'"

  CHAPTER TWO

  That Miss Lamia Abaddon's course was one of the most popular on the campus was an understatement. People flocked to attend her lectures even if they weren't enrolled and it was only because they were there first that Diana and Howard even had the chance to sign up for it.

  Lamia Abaddon was a tall, incredibly beautiful black woman whose voice could almost put people in a trance is was so soft and lyrical. When she spoke, people sat enraptured by her presence and sound.

  Where she had come from no one really knew. She had been born and raised in the West Indies but that was just .about all that was known about her. Even the administration knew very little other than where she got her degree and the host of recommendations she brought with her.

  She had charmed them just as she did her students and by now, after just a short year and a half teaching at Blackthorn University, she was their most prized teacher. She lived by herself in a big, old house a few streets up from Main, surrounded by trees and shrubs. She liked her privacy, she explained and wasn't known to have many callers.

  No one knew where she went if she ever went out and although almost every male, single and married alike, that taught at the college had tried to get close to her, it was believed that no one had ever succeeded.

  She was quite a mystery and because she taught Mythology that made her even more exciting. She would hold her class spellbound from the moment she walked in the door until the bell rang for dismissal. Some people even joked that what she did was practice mass hypnosis on the kids and it often seemed that way to a casual observer.

  But no one could deny her power over an audience and it was mostly envy on the part of others that made them speak that way. Very rarely did such an exciting, powerful teacher come along and Blackthorn University was very glad to have her. Why she had picked there to settle and teach no one could figure out, but no one cared, either. They were just glad that she did.

  As Diana and Howard sat waiting impatiently for the first class to begin, the room buzzing with excited conversations and obvious anticipation, she thought again of her roommate Tina and how she had seemed to be enthralled by this mysterious, powerful woman.

  Tina had almost begged her to enroll in the class, as if it were something that Diana must do for her and for herself. It had made her a little uneasy to be surrounded by such passion for something other than another person. Or maybe that was it, maybe it was exactly because of the passion Tina seemed to be directing toward how wonderful Miss Abaddon's class was that put her off.

  But, nonetheless, she had been intrigued and excited by this possibility of a strange and new experience and so she had talked Howard into attending with her. Almost, she thought now with a grin, almost to protect her, it would seem.

  She stared now at Tina, the other girl's eyes locked on the door to the class room, her whole body, it appeared, poised for Lamia Abaddon's entrance. As the door clicked open, the entire room fell silent.

  Then the collective crowd sucked in their breath and watched in silent awe as the stunning, mysterious woman swept through the open door with a measured grace and strode to the center of the room, loosely clutching a set of books to her magnificent chest.

  She was wearing a dark, purple robe that seemed to hug her body in the most important places while at the same time flowing about it with a wispy casualness. She stood straight and tall, her cool, violet eyes sweeping the room, taking in every face and every movement of the students before her. She smiled thinly and nodded to one or two, but only in passing, not as if they meant anything to her at all.

  Diana watched almost in awe, her throat tight and dry, her lips so in need of moistness that she had to run her tongue over them a number of times before they began to feel normal. She found herself shaking rather uncontrollably and she checked herself, her mind racing with confusion at the strange effect just the presence of this woman was having on her.

  "I suppose you all know why you are here," Lamia Abaddon said softly, a slight chuckle in her voice. "A few of you are here because you must have this class in your curriculum to graduate. Other's are here because the idea of Mythology captivates their attention and interest."

  The woman paused, arching her neck and standing even straighter if that was possible. That knowing smile passed over her face once more and then she shook her head, tossing her long, fine black hair about her shoulders in an almost girlish way.

  "But most of you are here to see what this infamous creature named Lamia Abaddon is really like," she said finally, the amusement of the situation clear in her voice. "I don't mind that, but I won't let it get in my way," she continued.

  "What we are doing here is learning about Myths, how they got started, what they mean. Who I am is not important Who I serve is. And I serve only the old masters. Only the Gods and Goddesses of the past. I hope you understand my meaning."

  Her voice was like liquid that floated through the air and caressed Diana's ears. She wondered if she were the only one that felt this strange, rather uncomfortable way. She glanced around the room and saw that most people's eyes were riveted to the front and center of the large class room.

  Young men and women alike hung on every word the woman said. Even from as far back as the last ten seats in the class rows where she and Howard were sitting, she could see the glisten of Miss Abaddon's lips and the way her body seemed to undulate and sway as she spoke.

  She is very erotic, Diana thought, before she realized that that was what she was thinking. She could turn anybody on, the way she carries herself. She seemed so alive, so in control. It was as if Diana was watching an image of herself as she would wish she could be.

  She noticed that the other kids drew back and huddled a bit into themselves whenever the woman's eyes swept over them. She didn't come on very strong, but it was easy to see that almost everyone was intimidated by her very look. It was all very strange and amusing and Diana couldn't help but be excited by what was going on.

  Lamia Abaddon had not even begun the class and already Diana was looking forward to her every lecture. It was obvious to see that this wasn't going to be the normal, usually boring subject th
at she would have to struggle through, perhaps enjoying a bit of the lectures every now and then, but usually just dragging herself along to get the work done.

  No, this was going to be different. This was going to be something far beyond any other class she had ever taken and she could feel her body tingling at the thought. At this moment, she realized, she felt the same kind of energy and excitement that she felt when Howard was close to her and the heady, powerful passions were stirring in her loins.

  She shivered a bit and wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly That she should feel this way and realize what was going on, frightened her a bit. She did not know quite how to handle that. She wondered vaguely if she should tell Howard, later and then surprised herself when she immediately decided that she would not.

  She was going to hold this piece of information to herself. She wasn't going to tell anyone about this. It was too weird. She wondered, her mind troubled, why she would feel that way. She was still wondering, feeling almost sad inside, when Lamia Abaddon began her lecture.

  Forty minutes later she was still wondering and feeling strange. It was quite an experience listening to Lamia, to say the least. She had begun the lecture with a short introduction to herself.

  "I come from a far away place," she had began. "The little myths and superstitions you have here would not begin to touch what I have known."

  Her voice had taken on a rhythmic quality that was both pleasing and compelling to listen to. Every head seemed to cock forward and the class was silent as a church whenever the stunning woman paused a moment to allow her remarks to sink in.

  "From the moment I was born, I was surrounded by signs and strange ceremony. My birth was foretold a hundred years past and almost to the hour I arrived fulfilling the prediction of my great, great grandfather. He had been a master of the black arts and many had feared him. For a time, he was the most powerful person on our island. Even more powerful than the agents of the government which ruled with an iron hand over our people."

  She placed a hand on the lectern and swept her eyes over the room. She smiled for a moment and Diana thought she was smiling at Tina. She saw the young girl shiver and could swear she heard her sigh. She looked back at Lamia's eyes and they seemed to be boring into Tina with an intensity almost unbearable to watch.

  Suddenly Lamia broke off her eye-contact with Tina and turned her head to the rest of the room once more. Tina seemed to slump in her chair, as if her source of energy and life had been violently cut off.

  "My grandfather did many things," Lamia went on. "Many things to anger the government. He frightened them with his power and it finally took a whole army to destroy him. No one dared attack him without many, many men to back him up. He was tortured and killed in full view of the peasants but he uttered not one cry of pain, nor did he once beg for mercy."

  Lamia bent forward and her eyes became fiery as she stared intensely at the enraptured crowd. "Instead of crying out, instead of pleading for his life or at least an end to his misery, his lasts words were the prophesy of my birth!"

  Her voice took on a sudden, almost silent hush. They strained to hear her as she looked slowly back and forth over the room, her eyes digging into each and every one of them with the incredible, frightening power they seemed to have.

  "There will come a different time, a different moment," she hissed in an almost chanting tone. "What is will not be, what will be, is not what is. I tell you brothers and sisters and all my children to come, I tell you this, so that you may prepare and understand and be afraid! There will come another, one to take my place! I am not dying, I am waiting, waiting to return!"

  Diana felt her insides turning to jelly and her body felt as cold as if she were in the middle of the swirling snow storm that was beginning to rage outside beyond the window. She could not tear her eyes away from the dark, compelling face that seemed to be focused on her and only her.

  "She will be my strength, my power, my everlasting life," Lamia moaned, the rhythmic, enticing chant going on. She seemed to be seized by something beyond her control, as if it were no longer her standing there.

  "She will have all of me in her, but she will be more powerful, stronger than even I! Look for her, prepare for her! Her birth shall be heralded by death and the crowing of cocks in the middle of the day! Our island with stop, the air will cease to move and the sun shall darken at her hour! Prepare for her! Prepare for her! Prepare!"

  Her voice had risen with a steady, demanding force and the last words were almost cried out in a wail that tore apart the room with its violent need and steaming passion. Everyone was caught in the grip of the words, rooted to their chairs, frozen in one spot. Pencils were still halfway in the air, people were leaning in absurd positions. Diana was bent forward, her body aching from the awkward manner in which she was seated. But she could not relax. As the echoes of Lamia's words reverberated about the room, slashing the walls with their violent, powerful demand, searing the ears of the collected students, making each of them feel as if they were truly standing in the midst of Lamia's long dead ancestor.

  The kids felt a cold, swirling chill race up and down their spines and they gulped nervously, trying to swallow some of the fear that was raging in their stomachs, climbing steadily and powerfully up into their throats.

  Lamia smiled, a thin, commanding grin that told them she knew who was in power here, who was in control. She sighed happily and ran her fingers through her fine, black hair, arching her back and making her alluring body tremble erotically in front of their eyes.

  "I am that child," she whispered softly. "I am that descendent he spoke of. My island was tom by the sickness there that took one out of every three! The cocks crowed in mid-day at my moment of birth and a sudden dark cloud wiped out the sun! I have been haunted by that fulfilling of prophecy since that day," she hissed.

  She groaned as if just talking about it sapped her of strength and energy. She was sweating with the agony of her remarks and her forehead shimmered brightly under the lights that glared over the room from above.

  "I have always felt his spirit in me and have always t tried to perform as he might have wished me to. That is why I teach this course," she explained feverishly. "That is why I have studied these myths and ceremonies for so long. To understand! To understand all that which haunts us and tells us that we came from some place strange and mysterious!" She paced back and forth across the front of the room, and her arms seemed to move with the rhythm and impact of her words. She stepped and moved her whole body as a counterpoint to everything she said, Diana felt her belly tumbling and churning with a powerful emotion she could not name nor understand. Never in her life had she felt so on fire and electrified. She stared in a fixed trance at the beautiful, frightening woman in front of her.

  "Now you can see my obsession, my need to understand," Lamia whispered hotly. She turned her back to the class and stared at the ceiling above her. "Why I must know everything! Everything about the past! I must know the rulers, their names and their desires!"

  She turned suddenly, spinning expertly on her heels, her darting eyes fixing the whole room in a searing glance. "I have been chosen! And I must know! I must know!"

  A dark, thick pause filled the room and everyone sat in stunned silence. The wind began to howl outside the window and the clouds suddenly grew together, casting an almost black darkness over the land. People shivered in their seats and coughed uncomfortably, sighing with the uneasy sense of powerlessness that pervaded the atmosphere of the room.

  Lamia smiled and brushed her damp hair away from her eyes. "So now you see how important this class really is," she laughed softly. She sat down on the edge of the desk and slowly ran her eyes over the whole room. "This won't be an easy class for any of you. There is much to learn and I'm afraid it affects some people rather badly! Be prepared for things a little out of the ordinary, things that will be stranger than anything you have ever known! It will be interesting, I assure you!"

  She
gave out their assignments and in just a few more moments the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. "Miss Morrow, please stay," Lamia said softly. "I have a few things I would like to discuss with you."

  The other students filed slowly out of the room, Diana and Howard trailing behind them. When they reached Lamia's desk, Tina was standing almost in a trance beside it. She hardly noticed Diana at all and did not respond when the girl told her she would meet her later.

  As she walked away, Diana turned to get a last glimpse of her roommate and she found herself shuddering to see the girl standing so motionless beside Lamia Abaddon, her eyes locked onto the woman's face, almost not breathing in speechless awe.

  Almost as if a willing slave, Diana thought nervously as she and Howard made their way outside the room and walked down the hall toward the exit. As if it were something more about the whole scene than just a vibrant teacher and eager pupil.

  "What did you think," she asked Howard once they were outside, huddling in their coats against the wind. "She's something, isn't she?"

  Howard laughed and shivered against the cold. "She's effective, I'll say that for her," he chuckled. "I never saw such a good actress in my life. It's no wonder her class is so popular!"

  "Do you think that's all there is to it," Diana said, thinking again of Tina and the way she seemed under some kind of spell. "Do you think that it just comes down to a good performance?"

  "Well, she knows her stuff, I'll give her that," grumbled Howard, putting his arm around her. "And she can turn on a bunch of people. But I don't know if I like the whole way that it's done. Getting people all worked up like that can be dangerous. I wouldn't want to get too close to her, that's for sure. She'd probably be something intense to deal with!"

  Her mind tumbling with a dozen different thoughts, Diana pressed herself close to Howard's body. She felt the same way in a sense, about Lamia Abaddon. There was something deep and powerful about her and it frightened her to think of having personal contact with the woman. But what was even more chilling and worrisome, was the fact that, unlike Howard, she did not want to avoid the teacher. No, the truth was, she wanted, almost as if it were a kind of lust or passion, to know her better and completely. And that scared the hell out of her.