Chapter 1

As a kid I was always fascinated by ancient history, my interest in the past sort of ends on Tuesday, 29 May 1453 when Constantinople fell I was reading history books when other kids were reading the Hardy Boys or playing baseball. We lived in an area of Chicago with a large Jewish population. In my reading I was running into all sort of footnotes in Latin, Greek and as I found out, Hebrew. the Latin and Greek I could translate, slowly but more or less figure out what they were saying. the Hebrew baffled me, finally brought a book to the local synagogue, asked the rabbi what it said, he was shocked, a gentile wanting to know what a footnote in Hebrew said! As shocked as I was to find out that Hebrew read right to left! One thing lead to another and after the forth or fifth time asking for a translation, he let me join his Hebrew class. The other kids were struggling to memorize enough Hebrew to give their Bar Mitzah speech, I was trying to read Josephus in the original or the best copy of an original I could find.

Now I was a wimpy 65 year old librarian, able to read Latin, ancient Greek and Aramaic, I could stumble thru Hieroglyphics. My specialties were being called on less and less. As someone once said to my face, "You know an awful lot about a very small part of the modern universe." I was becoming redundant just like my knowledge. Almost all the activity in my field was being done in Europe or a couple of Eastern theological institutions. The last year before my retirement my dean had me valuing some old books in a triple sub basement. I had been at this library for over thirty years and never even knew these rooms were even there.

One of the things I hate about the modern library science is that people actually believe the value of a book is the amount of times a book is on a call slip. As if that had anything to do with it's value. By now I had seen what the U had done to my pension and no longer felt any loyalty to the school. I came across several books, more codex's than books, Labeled "the Mystica" I could remember references to these, but everything I had read was really third hand. Back about 250 CE the Emperor Decius, ordered a loyalty oath for all Romans except Jews, Jews had always been exempt from general religious law. The Romans accepted their religion as preceding their own., but the Christians were considered a real threat to the Empire. The test was pretty simple, go to the temple and burn incense in front of one of the Roman gods. Those who didn't were punished, some to the arena, some had their property confiscated, or perhaps they paid a bribe to stay alive or out of the slave market and banished. Part of this particular persecution was Decius ordering all seditious literature destroyed. Not only did a lot of early Christian documents disappear but there was a general cleansing of outsider religions. You have to remember how big the Empire was to understand that these cleanings or Persecutions ( It all depended which side you were on) were done with various degrees of zeal. The rich usually had to pay. But often the little group that met in a cave went unnoticed unless they had to proselytize. In that case it was slavery or the local arena.

Just a couple of pages into the first book I picked up made me realize I had a treasure in my hands. I stopped reading and went up to check not only the on line catalog but the old card system still kept in an unused back room. These books were not in either group. As far as the system was concerned they didn't exist.

You have to understand that I was an old fuddy-duddy librarian that would yell at a reader for dogearing a page as a marker. For the first time in my life I became a book thief! In all I freed over 40 ancient volumes. Works on the Decree of Diopith, the magic of Chaos, The laws of magic. I though I had found an unknown volume of Herodotus but there was more than one and this one was all about the town of Sirmium!

When I read that, I had to put the book down and get a glass of water. Sirmium was one of the names of a town that ended up at the boarder of the Eastern and Western Roman Empires. I had read all about this area and one of my dreams was to visit it. More or less in modern times it would be in Croatia or Macedonia.

Every day I would take one or two books home in my briefcase, a briefcase my mother had got me for graduation from high school. In one or two cases I had to destroy the card from the old card file, not one of these books had seemed worth putting into the computer records. I had found a true copy of the Decree of Diopihes that described what impiety was to ancient Greeks. There was a report of how the Lapiths hunted down and destroyed the last of the Centaurs. There was a scroll that warned of the abuse of chaos in casting spells. It took three weeks but I cleaned out all the uncatalogued works. Now I was staying up late trying to draw up some sort of calender, a history so to speak of both the town and a nearby wizard, seer, priest soothsayer., whatever he was.

There was a small mention that Alexander the Great may have worshiped at this unknown temple before he headed east to Glory.

Central to all these reports was the Town of Sirmium near the border with the Laeyges and a river Lazyges, in every report there was mention of the wise old man. Every story, but some of the books and scrolls are at least 400 years apart and showed no signs of referring to the same legend, each book mentioned him as a unique new person. As best as I could translate it appeared that different writers were talking about the same person. There seemed to be some suggestion that he was always there in the past and would be in the future. Interesting was that part of the haul I had of discarded material included papyrus, and parchment and crude early paper, scrolls, scraps, codex's and early hand copied books there was even a box of clay shards with hyros and all this had never officially been in the library! Old maps from both east and west Roman Empires, some commentaries on fighting goths, Lazyges and other tribes had given several possible locations of the wizard.

So much of this was hard to pin down. Number one, the Roman Empire wasn't that stable, Provinces would disappear under barbarian assault only to reappear 1- or 50 years later when a strong emperor would clean house. Now add in different measuring systems. Or worse yet, the same measuring system but all the definitions were local. At least east and west were usually consistent with sunrises and sunset. Of course the sun moves south to north as the year progresses.

My hobby had always been the area where the Eastern and Western Roman empires met, books mentioned this hot bed of religion both pagan, east and west Orthodox plus Jews

This was an area that wasn't so much fought over as people and villages sort of migrated from one side to the other until the eastern empire solidified into the Eastern Orthodox religion. In several of the Greek and Aramaic texts there were several mentions of a town protected by a wizard, protected for over 500 years! As an intellectual exercise I had tried to pinpoint the town and then the temple that housed the wizard. I got down to four separate possible locations. As soon as my retirement was settled, I skipped the last commencement, would they miss one more robed creature on the Dias? I went with out much hope of a real discovery but it was as good a reason as another to visit the older sections of Albania, Macedonia and Greece. Akkadian cuneiform belonging to the Atrahasis, a Babylonian epic written in around 1650BC which includes both a creation myth and a deluge story, even that one, could be making mention of what I was beginning to call my wizard! (Biblical scholars believe the Atrahasis helps to shed light on the reasons why God decided to destroy mankind, suggesting one reason was overpopulation).

All the stories mentioned that the wizard was protected by the gods and any that any who tried to harm him, were destroyed by the gods. Even Pompey who rode his horse into the sacred temple in Jerusalem made a point of detouring around this site and that was confirmed by history books.

Even with my reduced retirement I felt I had to at least try to find this magic spot. At least if I found a Gathering Spot, or a Magic Circle I would have done something that I could never have done during my working life.

Flying to Venice is easy, and getting to Macedonia isn't too bad, but halfway there the train broke down and we went from sort of a tour bus, to quickly descending well past used school bus. Ended up with a room above a village taverna. Bath down the hall but no bugs in sight. The locals may have had cars and tractors, but a look around convinced me I was in Dracula or Frankenstein territory. My cover story was that I was a retired professor interested in tha Flora and Fauna of the area.

One nice thing about all the wars that had been fought around here was the fact that there were some very good maps! You can't use artillery without maps. The first four days all I got were mosquito bites. I would get to a location and slowly circle out from it. No sign of previous temples no sign of anyone but wild animals passing by. On the fifth day as I was circling out from my ideal point. I was sort of laughing at myself. Had I really thought there was magic in our world?

Suddenly I spotted a cave, mostly hidden by brush but for sure a cave! I checked the flashlight in my backpack and carefully pushed the bushes aside so I could crawl into the cave. In less than 10 feet the cave was tall enough to stand upright. With each turn in the cave the floor became firmer and smoother. Somebody had been here a lot! One more turn and there it was. An altar, a very old altar, pre Etruscan maybe pre Egyptian. I had seen enough textbooks to know that this was a very old site.

I woke up three days later, I only found that out from my watch. I was lying in a pile of rubble, the ceiling had collapsed on me! In full panic mode I started to work my way back to the entrance. Can't say I heard it as much as felt it, a command, 'Relax you will be OK' My heartbeat went back to normal and I started to breath through my nose again. To be honest, I didn't know if I was hallucinating from a head injury or what. As best as I can remember I was told/heard/felt that I was selected, as we have a lot to do ... That we were going to change the world ... That I could be young forever ... that any woman would be mine ... Riches beyond counting ... And I was out again. This time I woke outside the cave. In fact I was nowhere near a cave! An hour's walk got me to a road and then back to my Taverna. Back in civilization at my hotel in Venice, I reviewed what I could remember from my cave visit. The voice had told me I could be what I wanted. It took a sheet of paper but I had a complete list I thought. 30 pounds lighter, no body fat all muscle. A bigger dick, no, not a donkey dong, but like another inch and a half longer and a little bigger in diameter. 35 years younger. No need for glasses, no back or knee pain. Full head of hair. Hell while I was at it. How about some decent toes and toenails. I reread my list and thought to myself, well, let's do it! Three days later I woke in the same hotel room, totally exhausted. Hair, weight, eyesight all seemed to be in order. I called room service and basically ordered the left side of the menu! I was starved! I learned that the changes I could do had consequences for the body. It wasn't all magic. Actual energy was involved, and energy took fuel. You couldn't do everything at once, I was lucky I hadn't killed myself and lucky I guess that my 'friend' had plans for me. It took me three more days to get back to feeling normal, two days of stuffing myself off the room service menu and a day out to get a haircut and a shave plus have four more big meals. Getting through customs was a bitch, I no longer looked like my passport photo. Ended up saying I had gone for plastic surgery and check my fingerprints!

Landing stateside, I was waiting at the carousel for my bags when I was 'pointed' about the only word that fits. Mentally nudged, made aware, became hungry for; for what turned out to be a mother daughter laughing and talking, it only took a moment to learn that the daughter was just back from a study year in Europe. Moving/moved? near them the next thing I knew I was touching them and asking if they had far to go from the airport. Helping them with their luggage they offered to give me a lift, if I lived nearby. By the time we were walking to their car in the lot, nothing would do but I spend a day or so to rest up at their place! You have to remember this was all new to me. At the time I really didn't know that my 'friend' was pushing/nudging me and apparently these women. I have no idea of why we can't really communicate directly, outside of that one time memory of a voice inside my head back at the cave, and that might be an hallucination, I've just been manipulated rather than directed. As I was to find out, most of the manipulations were very nice.

I used to be the old fart librarian and here two women were inviting me home. I was getting those mental nudges, yes, yes, ask her, no, don't say, it was almost hard to walk as I tried to balance what I was hearing/feeling/sensing and still keep moving.

At the car, the daughter, Maria as I finally figured out, suggested that mom, Rita get in the back seat with me so I wouldn't feel alone. We weren't even to the toll gate when Maria was telling Rita, "Make sure our Paul feels welcome." now here I was kissing a woman who I'd never even seen an hour ago, not only kissing her but her hand was active on my leg, moving up towards my dick at 2:30 in the afternoon and her daughter was driving! I didn't have any idea of how or what my powers were but my prick sure liked where this was going. Turned out that Marie lived alone about an hour from the airport and Rita had been living there since her husband died two years ago. After mom had complained about the lack of space in the back seat making a blow job uncomfortable for her. "Honey, this will have to hold you till we get somewhere more comfortable." I was palming a bare tit and the recipient of a hell of a hand job. It was a good thing that Rita had an attached garage because by the time we got there Mom was completely topless.

As I had reached for her bra snap she had started to say no, when Marie broke in, "Come on mom, it's about time you had some fun, make Paul happy and I'll bet he'll make both of us happy too."

Mom laughed, sat up straight and quick as a wink not only had her bra off but had tossed it in the front seat with her daughter. Hang on to that, I may need it later." She laughed as she sat up proud to show her tits to her new friend and for that matter anyone driving by.

I had surfaced from one kiss, and with a hand under a loosened skirt, I was twitching at Rita's puss and getting appreciative little humps back. Punctuating each word with a finger flick, I looked in the rear view mirror at Marie's face. "Marie, are you as friendly as your mom?"

"You'll have to wait till we're home to find out, don't worry, we're almost there" Once in the garage, poor mom, skirt above her hips, tits shown proudly and me with several wet fingers.

"Rita, lick these clean, I don't want to stain the upholstery." That sure as hell was not the old me talking! As her daughter turned to watch Rita carefully sucked each finger clean and damn near dry. Getting in the house was almost comic, Mom was holding one bag close to her to keep her skirt from falling off. My dick was waving in the breeze and Marie ended up carrying most of the luggage. Once inside the house, Marie turned and grabbed my sticky dick.

Holding my cock, just holding it no stroking, "You know we don't do this, but there is something about you, don't hurt us please." I got a mental nudge that somehow conveyed the idea of ' ... see ... told you so... ' "How about a nice shower and a rest after your flight?'

"I'm all for that after I get laid, ( once again, I never talked that way, even when I was married! ) you two have got me too hot. I want one of you before I start ripping clothes off people.

Still holding my dick, Marie laughed, "Well you and mom should go first I guess, I mean you're my guests. Tell you what, mom take him to the big bed, I'll get some more towels and then we'll see."

Remember this was still all new to me. The only thing keeping me from screwing this up was those little mental nudges. I was sort of standing there, more or less concentrating on the idea of somebody holding my dick. Rita took over, she pushed her daughter's hand away and grabbing my dick, said, "Come on big guy, mamma needs some now!" As I was led into the bedroom, I had to reach out and grab the ass in front of me. "Here, let me make sure you don't trip on that skirt." At least got me a giggle as I enjoyed a surprisingly firm ass of a 40 plus woman. Nice boobs, firm ass, what a day!

At the bed, Marie turned and bare breasted let her skirt hit the floor. No nylons, sensible panties and just a touch of middle aged muffin top, I was in heaven, or thought I was! The next two days would give me a better idea of what heaven could be like. Not letting go of my slightly leaking cock she pulled herself close. "Paul, honest, my daughter and I don't do this sort of thing, there's just something about you. Please don't hurt us, no pictures please. But anything you want, I'll be your girl, and I'll make sure my daughter does as she's told."

Well that beats the hell out of someone pledging their true love. As promised, as soon as her panties were off she continued her earlier blow job. In my previous life blow jobs were few and far between. Looking down m y chest at a bobbing head, it would be hard for me to explain how pleased, proud and somehow deserving I felt. Reaching down I used both hands to pull her head up enough so I could see her face as she sucked. I don't know if you can actually smile with a cock in your mouth but Marie sure seemed happy to me, in fact she even winked after one especially deep dive on me. "Baby get up here. I want to pet you for a while, Don't want my first cum in your mouth."

Marie quickly wiggled her way up my side, she carefully blotted her lips on my chest and then said. "Listen, you come where ever you want, I'll like it, don't you worry." And a tongue was buried in my ear as her hand held my dick wet from her mouth.

My hand found a soaked pussy, "You this wet all the time?'

"No never, just for you." and followed by a self conscious giggle.

Must have been another nudge, "You mean for me and your daughter?'

That brought an exotic wiggle, "Yes daddy, any thing you want."

That unexpected "daddy" was enough for me. Up, over and into. Almost quicker than you can type it. Damn it had been quite a while, oh did that warm welcoming pussy feel wonderful. If this was what my friend could offer, I was his forever. Then I found something brand new! I could lie still and let my dick or the skin on my dick move maybe an inch up or down. Marie went nuts. I was almost more interested in how I was doing that than the effect, but Marie quickly got me back in the game. " Oh my god, anything, nobody ever, oh fuck me,"

A hand started rubbing and pushing on my ass., "Do her, mom never talked like that, make her happy, make us happy." I'm fucking the mother and her daughter is pushing on my ass so I go in deeper! And then I learned I had another trick, I could flick my dick with some real force! No, I couldn't move her body, but I could twitch inside of Marie and make her jump! Not only up and down but left and right. I was a non battery operated sex toy! Playing with my brand new dick, I had Marie cumming all over the place. I rolled off of her to catch my breath and was unceremoniously mounted by her daughter! Not even a Please or May I? Rita found my new educated dick to be as much a revelation as her mother had. Soon she was riding and arching her back, squeezing her own tits in what looked to be a great earth shattering orgasm.

"Rita, get up behind your little girl, hold her tits for me, I want to see two smiling faces as I fuck." By this time Maria was unconsciously drooling as she cycled through another cum, looking up I could see momma, holding her baby's tits and blowing kisses at me over her daughter's shoulder. By now I had gone longer without cumming that I ever did in my beat off sessions. It had been 25 years or more since I was married and basically since then, I had beat off to the passing co-eds in the library. This was sex like I hadn't even dreamed of! Maria slumped with exhaustion and her mother pushed her to the side. As Rita flopped beside me her mother leaned in and started sucking and holding my cock like it was the last life preserver on the Titanic. I finally felt my cum starting and was squeezing Maria's ass in excitement, as I started pulsing into her mother's mouth, Rita was actually snorting and gulping in appreciation,.

A soft weak voice next to me said, "Please mom. save some for me. " And that's how the next two days went. I can't think of a thing I missed, four lip blowjob. The two 69'ing while I fucked each one in the ass, two different hands on my cock as each one had a ball to gently suck on, they both gladly sucked my cock clean either fresh out of a pussy or an ass, theirs or the others. I spanked both of them and had them spank each other. I did notice that Maria seemed to have some payback issues when she had her mother over her lap, and of course that was fun to watch! When I announced it was time for me to get home, I got several offers including promises that they would find me additional women, that I would never have to work, that they would support anything I wanted. Maria said if I wanted she would get pregnant so I could fuck my own daughter; three plus generations in the same bed. All very tempting, but my friend was nudging me to move on.

On the bus ride back to my little college town, I had time to reflect or maybe I should say my friend gave me some hints and instructions. After my 3 day fuck fest, I dozed almost the entire six hour ride. Getting home and airing out the apartment and a short shopping trip for some food and as I sat down with a glass of cold water my future jelled up in my mind.

One. Need a partner. Find the ex wife.

Two. Start a clinic, weight, aging, cancer.

Three. Need some money.

. The money became easy the next day, it started in the shower. I felt my dick hardening just from washing! I was horny again! A quick breakfast and a bus took me to our local upscale mall. Standing outside the upscale anchor store it didn't take twenty minutes to find a sponsor. She was, fifty ... plus? Expensive clothes, fancy hairdo, looked to me like real gold jewelry. I was surprised at myself when I walked up and started a conversation about her clothing. Within 10 minutes we were in her car on the way to her home. No, there was no Mr Schwartz, she'd divorced him several years ago. Sitting in the passenger seat I had to appreciate how she had deliberately pulled her skirt up so I could get a look at some surprisingly good looking legs. I had learned from Rita and Maria that blind acceptance was not a lot of fun. They had become like wind up toys. I left a little resistance and embarrassment in Rebecca Schwartz.