“My interest is in getting out of here and going home with my child.”
“And your surest means of achieving that end is to make me potent. You will address me, use your female wiles to arouse me, and finally bring me to copulation with you. You will have no other purpose. I believe that there should be some progress in the course of a year.”
“May I see your penis?”
“Welcome.”
He doffed his pantaloons and stood with his nether portion exposed. His penis and testicles looked completely normal. She squatted and took hold of the member, peeling back the foreskin and inspecting the glans. Nothing wrong there. She massaged it with her fingers. It was ordinary through out, but did not react.
“May I make an oral approach?”
“You may.”
She touched the tip of the glans with her tongue, then licked it. There was no increase of its size or hardness. She licked the stem just behind the glans, the highly sensitive equivalent of a woman’s clitoris. Still no reaction. She put her mouth over it and sucked gently. Nothing. She took the whole limp penis into her mouth, not difficult at all in this small state, caressing it with tongue and lips.
“You are wasting your time,” Impotent said. “Other women have tried.”
So it seemed. “Would you care to try it on me?”
For the average man got just about as much sexual titillation from licking a woman’s vulva as he did from having a woman swallow penis.
“If you wish.” She doffed her farthingale and lay on the couch, spreading her legs. He got down and addressed her cleft.
“Take me to orgasm,” she said. But she reached down to put one hand on his penis, verifying its condition.
He was just as competent on her as he had been on the demoness. Soon he had her building to pleasure, and then to full climax, which she did not try to diminish or conceal. Her bare legs clamped his head as she writhed with the force of it. But his member never budged. This was a tough case.
“Have you tried a variety of women?”
“Every variety.”
“Including very young ones?”
“I am not turned on by children. My desire is for comely grown women. I merely can not get an erection in the presence of one.”
“What of violence?”
“Sado-masochism does not turn me on; it disgusts me.”
“What of sexual demonstrations? Does watching others have sex turn you on?”
“No.”
She was constrained to believe him.
“What of romantic stories?”
“Those, yes.” Progress at last.
“Do you get an erection when watching a romantic play or hearing a story?”
“Yes. But it fades in the ready presence of a woman. I can relieve myself only by masturbating.”
But she was minded to test it, for this seemed to be a man she would be able to relate to comfortably.
“May we experiment?”
“If you can find a way to make me potent, welcome.”
“Then let us lie together, and I will tell you a story.”
They lay down on her bed, side by side, naked, on their backs. She took hold of his penis so she could verify its state of arousal without looking or calling attention to it. She knew that he would forget the contact after a while, if she kept her hand quite still.
“There was once a young woman called Desiree,” she said.
“She was not particularly attractive, so was not socially popular. She wanted more than anything to have the kind of sex appeal she saw other girls practicing.”
“I would like to encounter a girl with enduring sex appeal for me.”
Veil knew it. “Desiree was walking home from her dull job when she was caught by a sudden shower. Half a torrent fell in a few minutes, and she was drenched. Water cascaded into the gutters of the street. Then she spied a little man caught in the flow, about to be washed into a deep culvert. She reached down and caught him by the collar, hauling him out of danger.”
As she spoke, she found herself getting into the story, and let it flow on its own.
‘Thank you, plain woman,’ the little man said.
‘I regret I can not suitably reward you for saving my life.’
‘That’s all right,’ she said.
He evidently felt guilty.
‘I’m an elf. We come in two varieties. A wish elf could have granted you one wish. But I’m a curse elf.’
‘A curse elf!’ she exclaimed. ‘I never heard of that.’
‘We’re not popular, so we keep a low profile. Now, unfortunately, I am required to curse you.’
She was curious. ‘What kind of curses do you do?’
‘Oh, there’s an infinite variety. Do you have a preference?’
Desiree laughed. ‘Curse me with sex appeal.’
The elf hesitated. ‘Are you sure?’
‘You mean you really can?’
‘Indubitably. But you’d be better off with a minor curse, like a hangnail.’
‘I’ll take the sex appeal.’
‘As you wish, so to speak.’
He lifted his two little hands, spread his fingers, and made a strange gesture. She felt a weird tingle. She blinked—and the curse elf was gone.
Had he really cursed her with sex appeal? She doubted it. But she was curious to find out.
The rain abated, and she walked on toward home. A man was walking the other way on the sidewalk. He saw her, and paused, staring. She tried to skirt around him, but he put out an arm to intercept her.
‘How much?’ he asked.
‘How much what?’ she replied, confused.
‘To have sex with you. Now.’
She thought he was joking.
‘I’m soaking wet, and I’m not even pretty.’
He brought out his wallet and showed a twenty dollar bill. When she just stared, he produced another, then a third.
‘That’s all I have,’ he said.
Bemused, she decided to call his bluff.
‘Okay.’ She took the money from his hand.
He immediately backed her up against a telephone pole, opened his fly, and hoisted up her skirt. Before she realized that he was serious, he had her panties to the side and his hot stiff penis was pushing into her surprised vulva. It jammed up somewhat painfully. ‘Hey!’
He didn’t stop. She tried to back off, but her back was against the pole and her wiggling only settled her vagina more firmly down on his intruding member. She was fairly skewered.
The man panted and thrust, and in a moment she felt the hot jet of his semen. It was way too late to protest; the deed was already in progress. He thrust several more times, spewing out what was in him, and subsided. Then he withdrew, pulled in his penis, and hurried away, looking somewhat shamefaced.
Desiree was left holding the money. It wasn’t even rape; she had been paid. Stunned, she fumbled out a tissue, wiped her cleft, and put herself back together.
She took a moment to ponder, and realized that maybe the elf had not been joshing her. He just might really have given her the curse of sex appeal.
The episode had not been fun, but she did have sixty dollars she could certainly use. Still, it could be a fluke. The man she had encountered might have been so desperate for a woman that he simply took the first one he encountered. How could she be sure?
There was a pair of rather cute boys living a few houses down the street from her. She would have liked to have something to do with them, but they had never noticed her. They were decent types. She would ask them.
She walked to their house, went to the door, and knocked.
‘Hi, Al,’ she said when the door opened. ‘I’m Desiree, down the street. I wonder if—’
‘You’re soaking wet,’ Al said. ‘You’ll catch your death of cold. Come in.’