Camilla Ch. 068byMawrGorshin©
On Thursday afternoon, as Camilla sat in the classroom for the first lecture of her Introduction to Shakespeare course, waiting for the professor to arrive, she thought about the unnatural feelings for her father that had been growing like a cancer in her heart. She'd always loved Agape dearly, but something horrifying was happening inside her. Was the Nigrovum twisting her love for him into a grotesque shape, or was it merely bringing to the surface something she'd always felt, but had repressed? She was convinced that more male lovers would be needed as distractions from Agape. Indeed, she hoped her soon-to-arrive professor would be handsome and intelligent enough to qualify.
Another strange thing she'd noticed about herself: she'd never been in love, not once in her whole life. She'd had crushes on many of her teachers, of course, but that was never serious love. She may have said, "I love you", to Mr. Grisham and to Carl, but both men knew she wasn't in earnest; her passionate outburst was just part of the aftermath of some great sex. Candice was in love with Camilla, something Camilla could easily see, and she loved and cared for Candice, too; but there was no way Camilla would ever return Candice's kind of love to her. Camilla didn't understand why she could lust with such intensity after so many men (and women), but not fall in love, like normal people. She would soon learn why...sooner than she thought.
Finally, her professor walked into the classroom. She was thrilled to recognize him: she'd given him those table dances at Club Ritz on the Friday of the preceding week! Though she was sitting at the front row of desks, he never recognized the face of the pretty blonde who was always smiling at him so lasciviously. He just introduced himself as Dr. Lee, and began his lecture on A Midsummer Night's Dream.
"The central theme of the play is the foolishness of being in love," he said. "Demetrius foolishly loves Hermia, who doesn't love him; the woman he should still love, Helena, foolishly dotes on him after he's dumped her. A flower that the mischievous fairy Puck fetched for his king, Oberon, has in it a magical love-juice, which causes both Demetrius and Lysander suddenly to fall in love with Helena; the two enchanted men then follow her around the forest at night like silly school boys with a crush on someone for whom, only an hour or so earlier that night, they hadn't felt any amorous affection. The love-juice is also used on the Oberon's wife, the fairy queen Titania, who, in the play's prime example of love's foolishness, falls for the idiot Nick Bottom, whose head Puck has just changed into that of an ass!"
"He's brilliant," she said to herself. So many profs to fuck, and so little time, she thought.
"The word 'dote' is used more times in this play than in any of Shakespeare's others," he continued. "Today's mothers may dote on their children, and thus spoil them; but in Shakespeare's day, 'dote' had a much stronger meaning--it came from a German word that meant 'to be foolish, imbecilic, or deranged'. So to dote on our beloved is to be maniacally in love with them."
After class, she followed Dr. Lee out of the building and walked closely behind him on the campus.
"Dr. Lee?" she said, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yes?" he said, turning around.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked.
"Of course I do," he said. "You were sitting in the front row of my Shakespeare class just now."
"I don't mean that. Last Friday night, at Club Ritz. You saw me naked, remember?"
He looked up and down at her, needing a little time to make the mental adjustment of remembering the naked girl he'd seen in the dimly-lit strip joint, and linking that image with the girl who was standing before him now, in the bright light of that sunny afternoon--a girl wearing tight blue jeans and an even tighter white T-shirt. Then he recognized her. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"I let you put a twenty-dollar bill in my anus, remember?" she asked in the voice of her sexually carefree 'Kitty' persona.
"Yeah, I remember," he said, his heartbeat accelerating and his penis hardening. Also remembering his love for his wife, he said, "I-I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get to my office. I may h-have students there who need to ask me questions."
"OK, I'll come with you." As they approached the building where his office was, she asked, "Do remember the offer I made to you on Friday night?"
"Oh? What was that?"
"Would you like to have sex with me?" 'Kitty' asked this as if she were merely offering him a beer.
"Whoa, wait a minute--"
"You can do me anally, too, if you like," she whispered in his ear as he opened the door to the building. They went in and walked over to an elevator.
"Look," he said, pressing the 'up' button. "You're very beautiful and sexy, but--"
"Thank you," she said with a giggle as the door opened.
"But I'm married."
"I know: you told me last week." They got into the elevator, and it started going up.
"Well, that should t-tell you my answer."
"Are you happily married?"
"Y-yes, of course."
"Your eyes tell me you'd still like to have some fun, sir."
"Yeah, well...I-I mean--" The elevator reached his floor.
"Look, it's OK, sir," she said as they walked out of the elevator. "If you don't want to do me now, I understand." They reached the door to his office. "My offer still stands, in case you change your mind. Now that I know where your office is, and I know your office hours, I'll pay you a visit sometime soon. Bye, sir." She tickled him under the chin, and left.
Dr. Lee went into his office, locked the door, sat at his desk, and held his head in his hands. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself. He loved his wife, but Camilla was so, so exciting! What's more, he'd heard a story about an anonymous blonde tart having sex with an unidentified English prof, right on the York campus the other day. Was she that girl? he wondered.
As Camilla rode the elevator back down, she thought, Well, there's another dapper distraction to take my mind off of Daddy; speaking of distractions, I'll have to get ready for my date with Father Josiah soon. He'll help me spiritually, and I'll help him physically...
That night, after having had dinner at Giovanni's, Camilla lured Father Josiah back to that same hotel they'd been to the last time. In their room, she lay naked on the bed while he, wearing a suit and tie, sat on the side of the bed, shaking with guilt over what he was about to do.
"What's happening to me?" he asked.
"What's wrong now, Father?" she asked.
"The same thing as always, of course. I'm a priest, about to have sex with you. What am I gonna do?"
"Get undressed and in get bed, of course."
"Stop being so relaxed about this!"
"Why don't you start being relaxed about it?"
"Because it's wrong!" he said, almost in tears.
"The Church really needs to end mandatory celibacy for priests," she said, massaging his shoulders.
"Even if they did, I'd still be sinning. We aren't husband and wife; you're my paramour. God can only be looking down at me with disapproval."
"I don't think it's God's disapproval you're worried about. I think it's your Mommy's," she said, taunting him again.
"Stop that. You know it isn't just about her. I'm sinning against God, as are you--not that you care, of course."
"I do so care," she said, reaching over and loosening his tie from behind him. "I told you at dinner tonight that I prayed to Him a few days ago, to stop me from going too far with my fucking. So far, so good."
"So far, so good?" he asked, looking back at her and sneering. "Seducing a priest isn't going too far, eh?"
Thinking about Agape, she said, "Father, you don't know how far I could go with my fucking if I'm not careful, believe me."
"Believe me, what we're doing is far enough, with me. You're already not being too careful."
"Yeah...and you're still here."
"Yes, something's making me stay. It feels like some alien intelligence has taken me over--it's obviously Satanic."
Don't speak ill of Nigrovum, Father, she thought.
"This desire I feel for you; the pleasure you gave me last time--it's like a drug I'm hooked on," he said. "It wouldn't be so bad if we were in love."
"Love's more dangerous than lust, Father."
"How so? God is love."
"Not agape love, remember? I mean possessive love: it makes us foolish, imbecilic, and deranged. 'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind'." She blew in his right ear.
"Maybe the blindness of love will be my defence on Judgement Day," he said, pulling off his tie. "Let's just get this over with." He unbuttoned his shirt.
"Let's not rush though it, Father," she said, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as he took his shirt off. "I can screw a long time." She pulled his pants and underwear down, and he got on the bed. She got on top of him in the cowgirl position, briefly masturbating him to get him hard enough. When he was as stiff as a pole, she slowly came down on him, feeding his cock inside her wet pussy. "Ah!" she screamed when he was in three quarters of the way.
As she bounced up and down on his cock, she leaned forward and put her hands on the bed above his shoulders. Looking up at her, he likened her in his mind to Nut, the Egyptian sky goddess; this would have made him Geb, the earth god, whose phallus was pointed up at her. These imaginings eased Josiah's guilt, for Nut and Geb were married. If he were to give up being a priest, and take Camilla as his wife, making her a committed Christian in the process, maybe he could redeem himself before God and his late mother.
"Nut...Nut," he moaned as her soaking pussy slid up and down on his rock-hard shaft.
"What's that?" she asked in squeals. "Do your nuts hurt?"
"Sky-goddess," he answered. "Nut!"
"Thank...you," she sighed. "Ah!" She came.
Having come a few more times over the next minute of so of fucking, there was a lake of come all over his crotch. She psychically sensed an ejaculation of his own on the way, so she got up, releasing his cock. Then she moved back to the foot of the bed and went down on him.
His prudishness made him feel shocked at first to see her sucking his cock, since such an act had nothing to do with procreation; but her slippery lips and vibrating tongue quickly replaced that shock with excitement. Her fingertips tickled his balls, and he could feel his cock swelling like a geyser ready to blow. Then it did. She'd been deep-throating him at the time, so his discharge went right out of his cock and down her throat. She looked in his eyes salaciously as she gulped down every last blast of his come. That she so eagerly ate it disgusted and aroused him at the same time.
She lay beside him in bed, and he put his arm around her. They lay there for several minutes, catching their breath.
"Maybe I should quit...the priesthood," he panted.
"Don't do that," she said, getting up and looking down at him in unpleasant surprise. "You won't be sexy to me anymore."
"Camilla, why do you have to be so wicked?"
"If you want me to keep coming to church, you'd better keep preaching there. If you want to continue your relationship with me, let's take it to the next level then."
His hopes of marrying her now rising, he asked, "What's the next level?"
"Come to my home this Saturday night, and we'll have a party with my daddy. You can get to know my family better that way. I'll invite my friend Candice, too."
"Sounds great," he said enthusiastically. "I'll be there."
"Wear your priest's outfit, though. I like it when you're dressed like that."
"OK, but let's make it an innocent party, please."
"Sure. No problem," she lied.
Before going to sleep, they both prayed. He prayed for guidance and forgiveness from God, as well as for Camilla's so wayward soul. She prayed for him, Candice, Bob, Dr. Singh, Miles, Dr. Davis, and especially her father, begging God to keep her from getting physical with him. Then she set up those psychic barriers to keep the incubi away from all of them, and went to sleep.
Another restful sleep encouraged Camilla that God was helping her, and she felt she could continue to enjoy her sexuality with little inhibition.
On Friday afternoon, Camilla sat in for the second lecture of her Introduction to Erotic Literature course. Dr. Lawson was talking about the poetry of Sappho, in particular her 'Hymn to Aphrodite'.
At times, he would mention certain words of the poem in its original Greek to explain better the nuances of the text. Such words included "athanat' Aphrodita" ("deathless Aphrodite"), or "pai Dios" ("daughter of God [Zeus]").
Awed by his knowledge of Greek, she unzipped her jeans and started fingering herself. Brad, sitting beside her again among the front row of desks, was distracted by the unzipping sound and watched her masturbate.
Imagining herself a goddess, as Josiah had, Camilla saw herself as Aphrodite in the poem, immortal, daughter of sexy Zeus, and coming down from heaven to earth on a chariot, to help ailing Sappho (or Candice, as Camilla saw her).
Though by the end of the lecture she hadn't orgasmed, her pussy was wet, and she followed Lawson out of the classroom, out of the building, and on the campus.
"Dr. Lawson?" she said.
"Yes?" he asked. "Do you have a question about the lecture?"
"No," she said. "I just wanted to tell you how amazing I thought you were today. You know Greek?"
"Yes," he said. "To teach these poems, I have to be familiar with the original tongues. One can't rely on translations only."
"Wow. How many languages do you know?"
"Well, apart from ancient Greek and Latin, I'm also fluent in French and German."
"You are so smart," she said, beaming up at the tall man, and doing a Nigrovum-style scanning of his mind to know what his particular sexual tastes were.
"Why, thank you," he said, looking down at her tight, light-green T-shirt and admiring her breasts. She was obviously bra-less, for her nipples were happily protruding. Remembering his manners and looking in her eyes again, he asked, "What's your name?"
"That's a lovely name."
"What do you do when you're not studying, Camilla?"
"Oh, I dance at Club Ritz," she said with a lewd smile.
"Isn't that a strip joint?"
"It sure is," she said with a 'Kitty' smile, knowing he'd like that. "I'm a lap-dancer there."
"Really?" he asked, getting a hard-on.
"Yep. I'll be there tonight, starting at six." Her inviting smile was always on her pretty face.
"Maybe I should come over and see you there."
"Sure, I'd love to strip for you, sir," she said in a high-pitched, gleeful voice. "Come on over and have some fun." She giggled.
"OK," he said, looking at her tits again. "I'll be there."
"OK, see you tonight...Doctor." This last word she said as though it were the sexiest word in the world, since it reminded her of Dr. Davis. There's yet another distraction from Daddy, she thought as she walked away.
After she left him, he continued walking to the building where his office was. Fooling around with a tart like her's what got me divorced ten years ago, he thought; oh well, I'm already divorced, so being with Camilla won't matter now.
Dr. Lawson arrived in Club Ritz at about 11 PM. He saw Camilla talking to Candice at one of the tables by the bar. Camilla was wearing a grey, one-piece spandex outfit with bell-bottoms and matching high heels, since she'd learned from her scan of his mind that he liked tight-fitting clothes on girls. Indeed, Lawson loved what he saw her in, and ogled her from behind, waiting for her to finish talking to Candice before making his presence known.
"Thanks again for shaving my pussy today," Camilla said to Candice. Having a taste for shaved women, Lawson was thrilled to overhear that.
"My pleasure. So, tomorrow night at your dad's house, right?" Candice asked.
"Yep," Camilla said. "I fuck the priest, you fuck Daddy."
"Oh, Camil: why the priest?"
"Remember what almost happened last time between me and my Dad? I need a distraction from him, and Josiah's the only available man at the moment. I don't know where Davis or Holland are, and I'm kinda worried about them."
"Well, I guess doing a priest's the lesser of two evils."
"Exactly," Camilla said. "See you then."
"OK," Candice said, then left to get ready to go onstage.
"Hello, Camilla," Lawson said.
Camilla turned around and saw him. "Dr. Lawson! Hi!" She got up and hugged him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Then she stepped back so he could see her outfit, and turned around for him. "Do you like what I'm wearing, sir?"
"Like it? I love it," he said as he looked up and down at it. "Very sexy, especially in the crotch area."
"Why, thank you," 'Kitty' said. "So you like my cameltoe?"
"Do I ever."
"Well, if you like this, you'll love me when I'm nude. Come on, I can't wait to show you: let's go into a private room." She took him by the hand and led him into a room. They sat on a couch and waited for the next song to begin, which conveniently was in the next few seconds. "OK," she said, getting up and turning around when the next song began, "I guess it's time to show you what my body looks like." She giggled as she unzipped herself at the top front of her outfit, revealing her cleavage. "I hope you like what you see."
"I'm sure I will," he said, already breathing heavier.
She pulled the top of her outfit down quickly, wiggling her large breasts with a grin as soon as she'd revealed them. Then she pulled the outfit down to her waist, just about to let him see her shaved pussy. He leaned forward in impatient anticipation of seeing that hairless crotch. She pushed the outfit down to her feet, grinning even wider as she let him see her shaved pussy. She straightened up and pulled her feet out of the outfit. Now naked except for her high heels--which she'd keep on for him, since she knew from the mind-scan that he had a fetish for them--she asked with an ear-to-ear grin, "What do you think?"
"You are a goddess," he panted. "Aphrodite."
"Deathless daughter of God?" she asked.
"You are so sweet." She then turned around so he could see her buttocks, and sat on his lap. Rubbing her soft buttocks against his pointy erection, she could tell his thick cock was at least six and a half inches long.
"I love the fact that you're shaved," he said. "In hairless harmony with ancient Greek fashion."
"Thanks," she said. "Would you like to touch me there?"
"We're allowed to?"
"Sure," she said, putting his hand on her wet vulva. His index finger tickled her clitoris, which was as hard as his dick. "Oh, sir, that feels so good!" She looked back in his eyes, her own telling him how much she coveted his cock.
"Your callipygian behind feels good, too," he grunted in response to her aggressive grinding.
"Speaking of my behind, I wanna show you my goodies." She got up, bent over and spread her legs out wide so he could see her asshole and pussy. Since she knew from her Nigrovum mind-scan that he often fantasized about anal sex, she had her hands on her buttocks, opening them wide and pointing her ass at his face so her asshole would be the focus of his attention; she also smiled at him to let him know she was more than willing to let him fuck her in the ass. "Do I look pretty down there?"
"You give the expression 'candy-ass' new meaning," he said as he stared at her nougat-coloured anus. "May I touch?"
"Of course, sir," she said. "Touch whatever parts of my anatomy interest you. I'm not shy at all."