Chapter 3

Returning home from Egypt and a long week with Cleopatra, Agnes and I did very little but sleep for two days. I had lingering dreams of the Queen of the Nile. Visions of her beautiful naked body haunted my sleep. My mind kept replaying videos of Agnes and Cleo wrapped together moaning as their tongues brought one orgasm after another.

The constant dreams kept me in an almost continuous state of arousal. Because Agnes and I never wore any clothes to bed, I was awakened several times by my sweet witch riding my hard cock.

It was then that I realized that this was going to be the story of the rest of my life. I was going to end up living inside my uncle’s book. Like my Uncle Darcy, I would live without aging while enjoying hedonistic pleasure for as long as I wanted, with any woman I wanted. If I felt lazy, I had only to command my beautiful witch to satisfy my needs. There was no sexual desire that woman couldn’t fulfill. It was a mind-blowing realization.

I rolled over on Agnes sleeping naked beside me. As my stiff cock plunged to her depths, she opened her eyes in surprise. “I thought you were too tired for more sex.”

“I got over it,” I said with a smile as I began to give her hard, deep thrusts. “We’re going to fuck like a couple of animals for a while, and then you’re going to take me to see my Uncle Darcy.”

“You can have anything you want,” she groaned as she locked her heels around my legs. “I never get tired of your beautiful cock.”

An hour later we had showered and dressed. “I’m ready to see Uncle Darcy now,” I told Agnes. “I’m anxious to see him again.”

In a flash, we were standing in a warm and comfortable room. The furniture was dark leather; it seemed to beckon you to recline. As my eyes adjusted to the sight, my uncle walked into the room.

“John!” he shouted and ran to embrace me. “You look wonderful,” he told me. “And if I see you here, I must be dead,” he said with a laugh.

“That’s entirely true, uncle, but you look very much alive to me,” I replied as I hugged him again. “I received the book at the reading of your will, and I simply can’t thank you enough. What an unbelievable gift.”

“I decided to give it to you when you were quite young,” he told me. “You were the only person in the family that I could imagine using the book properly.” He reached out his arm and pulled Agnes to his side. “I’m going to assume that you’ve also learned how to use Agnes.”

“His cock is even more beautiful than yours,” she told my uncle, “and he knows how to use it.”

“Excellent,” Darcy said with a bright smile. “I always knew you would be the man in the family. I’m so pleased to know I chose wisely.”

Taking my uncle’s hand and shaking it, I told him, “The magnitude of your gift just became clear to me this morning. Agnes and I had just returned from a trip to meet Cleopatra. I was drifting off to sleep when it dawned on me what my future would be. Now here I am with you and finding the truth of my epiphany. You look the same as you did when I last saw you. How long ago was it, uncle ... thirty years?”

“Time doesn’t exist here, John. We enjoy each day and look forward to the next knowing that pleasure and fulfillment can be unending.”

“That’s what came to me this morning,” I told my uncle. “I just wanted to thank you and see if you wanted to give me any advice. After all, you’ve already been here quite a while.”

Uncle Darcy leaned back in his overstuffed chair, lit a cigar and smiled. “You don’t need any advice from me, John. Let Agnes take you around the world to learn the world’s true history. And while you are learning, take the time to sample some of our planet’s most beautiful women and greatest lovers.”

“Are you still traveling, Uncle John?”

Darcy blew out a plume of smoke and laughed. “No, John. I gave that up when I met Jezebel. She isn’t a witch like Agnes. We stay here in the book and enjoy each other every day. She is a wonderful woman with an insatiable need for sex. As long as we are here alone, I receive all of her attention, and that’s the way I like it.”

Noticing that Darcy and I were alone, I asked, “Where did the women go?”

Laughing, Darcy ventured a guess that Jezebel had pulled Agnes into a bedroom for some lesbian fun. “My Jezebel has always found Agnes irresistible.”

“Perhaps you should tell me where you did your time travel,” I suggested. “I wouldn’t want to cover the same ground you did.”

Walking to a desk, Darcy said, “I have a better idea.” Handing me a sheet of paper, he said, “This was a partial list of people I wanted to meet. I’ve researched them all and have noted the best time to see them. You wouldn’t want to show up in the middle of a war, after all.”

Looking down Darcy’s list, I noticed quite a mix of notable people from history. The list included King Henry and Louis XIV of France, Henry VIII of England and Caligula. “This is quite a list uncle. But I notice that the list includes a lot of men. I would think you’d want to visit some of the famous women.”

“Well now,” my uncle said. “Perhaps I can give you some advice. Some of the kings of the past were quite notorious for their sexual adventures. If you spent some time with Louis XIV, you’d probably roll in bed with many of the women of his court. You’ll also find through most history women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex or even desire to have it. If you are with the right people, the women you meet will also be different.”

Holding his fingers up with a small space between them Darcy laughed saying, “I came this close to spending some time with Carl XVI Gustaf, the King of Sweden. Now there was a man who knew how to party.”

“Why didn’t you go?” I asked.

“I met Jezebel and my traveling days were over,” he answered. “I’ll give you one more piece of advice since you’ve asked. I think someone to put high on your list would be Marie of Romania. She was married to King Ferdinand when she was about eighteen. She was a beautiful woman with a less than perfect marriage. She made up for her problems with the King by taking lovers. Marie had many lovers and six children.”

“I like that idea,” I told my uncle with some excitement in my voice. “How do I go about arranging it?”

“Very simple,” Darcy directed. “Do some research and find out when it would be best to go. Then you only need to tell Agnes when you want to make the trip. She’ll arrange the rest.”

“Don’t you think she’ll get jealous?”

“No,” Darcy insisted. “She’s a witch. You have entrapped her and vice versa, it’s her joy to do your bidding and be your partner in your adventures. I also detect that she is truly in love with you. As long as you share yourself with her and meet her needs, she’ll do as you suggest for as long as you wish.”

Back home I began planning our trip. After my discussion with Darcy, I decided that my next trip would be to Romania. I did some research on Marie, the wife of King Ferdinand. Everything I found suggested that she was an attractive woman. She had married young and almost immediately began producing children for the King.

But the records I found showed that Marie had not been happy with her husband. In Victorian times, women were not supposed to enjoy sex. In fact, they were taught to shun it as much as possible. I began to wonder if the King became displeased with his young wife because she wasn’t very proper. The more I read, the more I came to the decision that Marie enjoyed sex and wanted more. The King was unhappy with her brazen attitude and only had sex with her when he felt he needed to produce an heir to the throne.

After doing as much research as I felt necessary, I called Agnes into my study. “It’s time for another trip,” I told her.

“Are we going back to see your uncle?” she asked. “I always enjoy them. He was a kind and tender lover before he found Jezebel and he has not changed, I also like her very much.”

“And she obviously likes you too,” I said smiling. “You rarely had your clothes on while we visited them.”

“I didn’t see you complain,” Agnes came back in a huffy voice. “You were serviced by both women. Surely it wasn’t unpleasant.”

Pulling Agnes into my lap, I kissed her neck and took one of her breasts in my hand. “Sex with you is always my pleasure, my little witch. After we plan this trip, I’ll set aside several hours and take you to orgasmic heaven and back.”

Her attitude quickly changed. “I am happy to be yours, John. What is it you wish?”

“I want to go to Romania,” I told her. “I’d like to arrive there in the spring of 1905. Our destination will be the Bran Castle, just outside Brasov.”

“Are you looking for vampires?” she said with a grin. “That’s part of Transylvania.”

“I don’t need any vampires, thank you,” I said with a laugh. “I want you to set me up with Marie, wife of King Ferdinand. The records I’ve found show that she went to spend three weeks at Bran Castle, the first of April, 1905. She would buy the castle some years later, but 1905 is when I want to meet her.”

“Your wish can easily be granted,” Agnes said cheerily. “How do you plan to get an audience with her?”

“Arranging an audience is your job, Agnes. I know that Marie was fascinated with America and she had several friends from the US. In fact, it’s possible that one of her American friends was also a lover.”

“So,” Agnes said with her hands on her hips, “You plan to bed her?”

“I don’t expect her to be on a sexual level with Cleopatra, but I believe that she will want to share a bed with me if only to find out more about my country.”

“When would you like to go?” Agnes asked.

I pulled Agnes over once more giving her a smart whack on her perfectly formed butt. “I plan to spend tonight fucking you like a wild animal. Any time after we finish, and you are sated will be satisfactory.”

Agnes rubbed the spot on her bottom where I had spanked her. “I’ve never been sated and never will be of you,” she whispered before she kissed me. “We’ll go in two days. I’ll have some things to prepare.”

In the blink of an eye, we arrived in Bucharest. Agnes informed me that we would be taking the train to Brasov. We would check into a local hotel before meeting with Queen Marie. Once again I noted that my clothing was correct for the time and place. When we arrived in Egypt, I was dressed in something that resembled a kilt. Now I found myself in a proper suit for the times and with a hat on my head.

“What kind of hat is this, Agnes?”

“It’s called a ‘topper,’ John. It’s the hat that gentlemen wear at this time and in this place. In England, the hats are higher and bolder, but the Romanians are a little more practical,” she told me. “Let’s get our luggage.”

“We have luggage?”

“Of course,” she answered with a grin. “We are proper people traveling together. You will refer to me as your secretary. I will call you Mr. Wilson.”

“Why Wilson?”

Agnes gave me a look like I was a bit slow. “In Egypt, I called you a prince. Here you will be a man of industry. I’ll let it be known that you are a rich industrialist looking for business opportunities.”

“When will we see Marie?”

“After I have made the arrangements,” she answered, again acting as if I wasn’t keeping up with her. “We’ll check into the hotel. While you relax, I’ll make the arrangements with the Queen.”

After we were set up in the hotel, I found that Agnes was not staying in my room. “Why do we have separate rooms?”

“Because in 1905, proper ladies and gentlemen didn’t stay in the same room unless they were married. I am supposed to be your secretary. I’ve ordered a suite with two bedrooms.” She gave me that nymph-like look that I had come to love saying, “Don’t worry, John. I won’t let your bed get cold, and my body will be yours for the taking.”

The suite was roomy with a great view of the city. I could have been entertained for hours standing at the large window as I observed the people below. Those I saw were all well-dressed. Every man wore a hat. The women wore dresses that made me think they must be hot even in the moderate temperatures of spring. I began to chuckle wondering how the citizens below would react to someone wearing jeans, t-shirts, and sandals.

Then the door opened, and Agnes entered followed by a bellman pushing a cart. “I’ve brought lunch, Mr. Wilson,” she announced. “Just put the cart there,” she said, pointing to where she wanted the cart. As the bellman was leaving, Agnes quietly slipped him a tip and closed the door behind him.

“He looked startled,” I told Agnes as I went to look at the cart.

“I gave him a very generous tip,” she told me.

“Where did you get the money?” I inquired.

“John,” she said with mild disgust. “I’m a witch. Coming up with money is a simple matter.”

“Do we have a plan?” I asked as I looked at the food on the cart.

“Yes, we do,” She answered as she began to remove the heavy dress she was wearing. “First we’ll have lunch. After lunch, you’ll go to bed to get some rest. After you are naked, I’ll pay some close attention to your cock. After you’ve made some of your sweet cum for me, you’ll sleep soundly for a couple of hours. I’ll wake you at 5:00, and you’ll have a bath and dress. Marie’s coach will pick you up at the main door to the hotel at 7:00.”

“Will you be joining me?”

“No,” she answered with a grin. “You’ll not need me when you meet Marie. Besides, I think that young bellman may want to come back up and seduce me after you’re away.”

“You little slut,” I said with a laugh.

“I’m doing it all for you, John,” she told me with a wicked smile. “The things I do will go to Marie’s mind. When I pull the bellman’s face between my legs, she’ll feel what I feel. Let’s say that I’ll help get her in the mood.”

“Does she know anything about me?”

“She knows what I’ve told her,” Agnes answered as she dropped her heavy clothing and stood before me wearing very little. “Marie is a Romanian patriot. She may have been born in England, but she has completely accepted being Romanian. She wants what is best for her country. Tonight she’ll talk with you about business interests that may help her country develop trade with the United States.”

“Does she know much about the US?”

“Actually, she knows more than you might think,” Agnes told me as she made a sandwich from the bread, meats, and cheeses on the cart. “Marie is a great admirer of the States and hopes that she’ll have the opportunity to visit there someday. Since you’ve read her history, you know that she’ll get her chance to go there in a few years.”

“After the war,” I added.

“She doesn’t know about the war yet, so I advise you to say nothing about it.”

After we finished lunch, Agnes led me into the most substantial bedroom and began undressing me. “I don’t know if secretaries helped their employers dress and undress in the early 1900’s, but this is something that I do for my pleasure,” she said with a sly smile at me.

By the time she had me naked, my cock felt like a piece of steel. The little witch could always arouse me with damned little effort. She pulled back the covers of the bed, instructing me to lie on my back. Once I was flat on the sheets, Agnes curled up beside me, taking my stiff rod gently in her hand.

“You know, I love this cock,” she said in a whisper. “It is a thing of beauty. I could play with it for hours.”

“I have no plans to stop you,” I told her with a grin.

Agnes got on her knees between my legs, continued to lightly stroke my cock and began giving me instructions. “John, you need to keep in mind that we are in 1905. Things were very different then. Marie will not have a shaved pussy like mine. We are in what was called the Victorian Age. Women weren’t supposed to like sex. So you’ll need to keep that in mind and go slowly.”

“But what I’ve read says that Marie had many liaisons with men outside her marriage. She must have enjoyed sex.”

“That’s true,” she said as her lips neared the head of my cock. “But civilized people didn’t do things like we do now.” She ran her tongue around the end of my penis giving me a shiver.

“Women of breeding would never do this,” she said as she pushed half of my cock in her mouth. Once it was slippery with her saliva, Agnes began to stroke it again. “Oral sex was just not done,” she said softly. “That doesn’t mean that Marie won’t like it, but you need to understand that she may have never done it.”

“Don’t expect her to do this,” Agnes whispered as she began to fondle my balls. “Proper ladies just didn’t do such things. Such demonstrations of sexual wantonness were reserved only for whores. But then, you like me as a whore.”