He entered her slowly and watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She was so incredibly tight that he was afraid he wouldn’t last long. But there was no stopping now. She was beneath him, pliant, needy, and begging.

Each thrust opened her up a little bit more, and soon she was panting and moaning.

“Mmm, God, yes, Jack! You feel so good inside me. Fuck me! Don’t stop!”

Having no intention of stopping, he held her legs over his shoulders and slammed harder, faster, deeper, until he spilled his seed inside her as they climaxed together.

“You make me so happy. I want to be with you always,” Jack whispered as he nibbled on her ear while they lay in post-coital bliss. “I love you.”

Seraphina sighed.  “You’re too young for me, darling. But perhaps someday.”

~~~~~

Jack Wilder had been seventeen the first time he’d seen her. He’d gone downtown on a Saturday afternoon to the Detroit Institute of Arts for an assignment in his Freshman Level Art History class at Wayne State University. Expecting to be bored out of his mind, he was pleasantly surprised to find that perusing the many different styles of painting wasn’t all that bad. He checked out the various displays, including collections of modern art, impressionism, and other works, and found them more interesting than he’d anticipated.

Plus, there seemed to be no lack of attractive female art patrons to ogle.

But what caught his eye, and made it linger, was Seraphina, the Sultry Siren. She was beautiful with long, red hair, perfect curves, and blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. It was as though she could see every salacious thought running through his horny teenage brain, but she still smiled at him anyway. Her aura aroused him, making him feel like a man.

He sat on the wooden bench and stared longingly at the painting, impressed by how clearly he could see the details. It almost seemed like a photograph rather than oil on canvas. The artist had captured the true essence of the redheaded woman, complete with a look in her eyes that seemed to summon Jack and the hint of a smile acknowledging his equally fervent desire. He wanted her desperately!

Suddenly, she was sitting next to him, a copper-haired beauty with an amused look on her face.

“She’s quite lovely, isn’t she?” the stranger asked.

“Mesmerizing,” he admitted without meaning to share.

“Makes you want to touch her, hold her, feel yourself inside her…”

“Yes,” his voice cracked.

“Come with me,” she whispered, taking him by the hand.

He followed without arguing, allowing her to lead him to a small room that was more like a closet.

“Do you want me?” she asked seductively.

“More than anything.”

The blue-eyed beauty shrugged her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

“You look exactly like the woman in the painting,” he said, trying not to salivate too obviously.

“I am the woman in the painting.”

He should have asked how that was possible, as the painting was dated 1912. But, instead, he proceeded to take off his clothes to join her in her nakedness.

“Impressive,” she commented, admiring his stiff shaft with its neatly trimmed hair and smoothly shaven balls. “It’s evident that you want me.”

He smirked and blushed a little.

“How could I not? You’re impossibly beautiful.”

“Put your hands on me.”

He obliged her quickly, cupping her gorgeous breasts while crushing his mouth against hers. Their mouths sought to consume each other as her hands roamed across his shoulders.

He kissed his way down her neck, stopping to capture a pert nipple between his teeth, driving her wild as he alternated nibbling and sucking. He treated both nipples to this glorious attention, creating a heat between their bodies—lust that needed to be sated.

Suddenly, she pushed him back into a chair and sank to her knees. Looking up at him with a decadent look, she used her tongue to lick a path from his smooth sac to the tip of his throbbing cock. She continued to tease him, her tongue swirling around the head, occasionally dipping into the seeping precum that exposed his intense desire.

Without warning, she devoured his cock in one swift move, eliciting throaty moans from him. She continued sucking him as though her sole purpose on earth was to please him.

It was extraordinary.

When his balls felt tight, he urged her to stop, not wanting to miss out on burying himself inside her silky, wet heat. In one fluid move, she rose, straddled his shaft, and impaled herself with him.

“Oh, fuckkk!” he moaned as her inner walls gripped him snugly.

“Mmm, yes, fuck indeed!” she replied cheekily. “Fuck me hard.”

His thrusts were slow but deep as he filled her tight pussy with his rock-hard cock.

“Faster!” she begged.

He grinned and picked up the pace, fucking her relentlessly. She rode him with wild abandon, her tits bouncing, and her red curls flinging in her face, giving her a bohemian look. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and trickled slowly down her temples as her first climax drew near.

“Oh, fuckkk! Oh, Goddd! Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!” she screamed as she came violently.

He didn’t stop. He continued hammering into her until she was shuddering uncontrollably as a massive wave of orgasms ripped through her entire being.

He felt an intense squeezing of his balls that let go like a dam bursting as he filled her with what felt like buckets of cum.

“Fuckkk yeah! Take my cock!”

Moments later, with her head resting on his shoulder, he felt his semen leaking out of her onto his deflating cock. It was oddly intimate.

She lifted herself off his lap, scooped a fingerful of cum from his groin, and licked it provocatively.

With that, she was gone.

He was on the bench again, as if nothing had ever happened. But the crotch of his pants was damp with his spilled seed. Did he imagine being inside her? He didn’t think so; it all felt so real. “Of course it was real,” he scoffed.

Her voice echoed in his mind. She said he was too young for her, but she didn’t seem to find anything lacking about his sexual prowess. He’d have to prove her wrong. That is, if he could see her in person again.

From that day on, he became obsessed with spending whatever time he could at the DIA, just to catch a glimpse of her. Sometimes, he’d swear he saw her and that they made eye contact—her eyes were so intensely blue! Yet, it was the swell of her creamy breasts that intoxicated him. More often than not, his thoughts drifted to being naked with her, kissing the most intimate places on her body. What he wouldn’t give to lie with her and make sweet, passionate love! He envisioned her beckoning him to her bed, where she would let her legs fall open and offer her body to him. She would beg him to kiss her inner thighs and use his talented tongue to tease and torment her needy pussy. He imagined lapping up her sweet nectar and bringing her to mind-blowing orgasms. Then she’d return the favor and suck on his rigid shaft until she needed him so badly that she’d demand he fill her with his manhood and empty himself deep inside her.

He was startled out of his reverie by a docent leading a tour group through the gallery. He blushed as his obvious arousal was noticed by one of the women in the group. He grinned sheepishly until he saw her disapproving scowl, then he scurried away hoping to avoid a scene.

~~~~~

Jack decided to enroll in some additional art classes at the university to keep having reasons to go to the DIA. Day after day, he spent countless afternoons meandering through the displays and collections, always ending with The Sultry Siren.

And night after night, he’d gaze longingly at the picture of her that he’d managed to snap without anyone seeing and stroke his cock in the tiny bathroom of his dorm room until his balls tightened and he spewed ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest.

By the time he graduated with a major in Accounting and a minor in Art History, the photograph was dog-eared from frequent handling. Eventually, he put it in a clear protective case so he could cum on her tits and wash the evidence away without ruining the picture.

After graduation, Jack took a job as an auditor at a large corporation in downtown Detroit, wanting to stay in the same vicinity as the art institute. He dated here and there, but none of these women stuck around for very long. He would lose interest quickly, or he’d drive them away with his careless inattentiveness. Co-workers chided him for being too picky or too aloof, but he paid them no heed. He knew what he wanted: to find a way to be with Seraphina.

But that was easier said than done.

For years, she remained a fantasy; always out of reach, never to be his. That didn’t stop his obsessive longing for her. In fact, his preoccupation with that curvy body, those delectable lips, and those mesmerizing eyes sabotaged every relationship, as no woman could measure up to the crimson-haired goddess.

Some nights, he would take the carefully shielded picture from its case and allow himself to believe she was there with him.

In his room.

In his bed.

Riding his cock with her perfect breasts heaving and her juices creaming as she moved up and down like a wanton slut.

Other nights, he would hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately before climbing atop her and entering her slowly. His thrusts, first slow and deliberate, would eventually become frenzied as she would beg him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

No matter what they did together, it always started soft and sweet, and almost pure. But eventually, lust would take over, and they’d suck and fuck like feral animals in heat. It was a glorious mix of love and lust, of heaven and hell.

~~~~~

Years went by as she continued to haunt his dreams. Jack became a bit of a recluse, largely ignoring the outside world. He had no family, no real friends, and his neighbors knew him only to wave hello. He spent his time either at the art museum staring at the painting, wishing for her to reappear on the bench, or sitting at home napping, where he could fuck her into next Tuesday in his dreams.

He retired from his job when it became clear he had no real interest in anything but the vision in his dreams. He became so sedentary that he made fewer trips to the DIA and spent more of his time dozing or masturbating.

One evening, as he approached his sixtieth birthday, he went to bed pining for her, and fell asleep masturbating to her picture. He was abruptly awakened from his slumber by a loud knock at his door. Getting up to answer, he couldn’t believe his eyes. There she stood, the woman of his dreams. His Seraphina.

Words escaped him, but he quickly discovered he didn’t need to speak. She crushed her mouth to his and pressed her body into him, so his erection throbbed low against her belly. It was inexplicably erotic.

She took his hands and led him to his bed, where she pushed him into a sitting position. Dropping to her knees, she took his hot, hard cock first into her hands, then guided it slowly into her mouth.

His eyes rolled back in his head as shivers of desire crept through his body. It felt so good to finally be inside her mouth again! Part of him wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and choke her just a little while he rammed his cock into her throat. It embarrassed him to think such wicked thoughts. Then she looked up at him with wild eyes and said he should do whatever he wished. So, he decided to oblige her.

The sound of obscene squelches resonated through the air, echoing off the bare walls of his sparsely decorated apartment. Each thrust pushed the head of his cock further into her tight throat and brought him closer to orgasm.

Eventually, he could hold back no longer, and he exploded down her throat.

Embarrassed that he’d cum so quickly, he began to apologize. But Seraphina shushed him with an amused look on her face.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed from the rough throat fucking she’d received. With a raspy voice and mischief in her eyes, she lay on her back on his bed, spread her legs, and invited him to return the favor.

Joining her on the bed, he sighed, feeling giddy at the chance to taste her sweetness. But he’d waited so long to do so that he couldn’t bring himself just to jump right in. He wanted to prolong the seduction… for them both.

Taking one leg into his hands, he started at her ankle and planted an erotic trail of soft, wet kisses up the entire length of her leg, paying extra attention to her inner thigh. He repeated the process with her other leg until she was squirming with impatient need.

“Please, Jack! I need you to…”

“Hush! I know what you need,” he said, uncharacteristically confident.

But it was true! Somehow, though he had little in the way of experience with the fine art of cunnilingus, he intuitively knew exactly what she needed him to do to bring her incredible pleasure.

His tongue drew tiny, wet circles, dodging the soft, red curls that adorned her mound. Slowly, he moved lower, probing her pink folds that glistened with desire until he poked through the swollen labia, tasting her sweet nectar.

Her moans and sighs encouraged Jack to delve deeper into her honey as he massaged her hardened pearl with his thumb. She writhed beneath his touch, hips lifting, back arching, until she filled his mouth with her delectable juices.

He continued to tease and please her until she begged, “Fuck me, Jack! Take that hard cock and fuck me like you own me!”

Delighted that he was outrageously hard again, he plunged into her cunt and fucked her hard and fast and deep.

“That’s right, take my cock in your sweet, little pussy!”

“Do you want to fuck this pussy forever?” Seraphina asked salaciously.

“Goddd yesss! Always! Forever! Mine!” Jack cried as he pumped into her and filled her with his seed.

~~~~~

Dr. Alicia Jones, the hospital attending, heaved a heavy sigh. The paramedics had done everything they could do, but the man they’d brought in, Jack Wilder, was DOA.  According to his driver’s license, he was only fifty-nine. The EMTs said he’d had a massive heart attack while masturbating alone in his one-bedroom apartment on Jefferson Avenue.

“Next of kin?”

“None. Just a lonely, aging guy, jackin’ off to a picture of a redhead with nice tits.”

“Girlfriend? Wife?” asked Dr. Jones.

“Nah, nobody. As far as anyone knows, this is just a photograph of a random, redheaded woman that he was clutching in one hand while holding his cock in the other. Could be a magazine model, for all we know. The deputy on scene scanned the photo, but facial recognition software was unable to identify her. At least he died doing what he loved, and with a smile on his face.”

Dr. Jones smirked and studied the photo. “I’ve seen this face before, but I can’t recall where,” she said, shrugging. She examined the picture more carefully and added, “It actually looks like it could be a photograph of an oil painting.”

The woman in the picture looked amused, as if pleased that Alicia couldn’t quite place where she’d seen her before. The tired ER doc shook her head and decided she needed to grab some caffeine.

~~~~~

“Darling, you’re here,” Seraphina cooed. “We can finally be together.”

Jack grinned. He’d been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. Looking around, he had no idea where they were, but he knew where he wanted to be: at home, making love to Seraphina.

 “Let’s go back to my place so I can make sweet love to you.”

“We can’t, Jack. This is your place now. With me. Forever. For years, you’ve wished and hoped and prayed, shutting out the world, denying yourself a life with friends and family, and focusing only on me. Finally, the gods saw fit to grant you your wish.”

“So, I’m dead?” he asked, suddenly panicking.

“You’re dead to the outside world, but here inside my realm? You’ll live forever. Do you see why we had to wait until you were much older, darling? You needed to enjoy living before you could join me.”

He frowned. He hadn’t enjoyed life. He’d spent his entire existence obsessing over her and never took the time to do anything else pleasurable but sit in that art museum. His fixation on finding a way to be with her during his waking hours had made it impossible to have anything truly meaningful in his life.

He shook off the feelings of regret. He couldn’t change the past, but he could enjoy the future. At least he hoped so.

“But now we can be together, right? We can experience, umm, carnal pleasures?”

“Yes, Jack. We can enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh in this version of the afterlife.”

He felt instantly giddy! Finally, he was with his true love! And they could fuck and suck and be blissfully content in this afterlife!

“Of course, you’ll need to take turns with others.”

“Others?”

Jack felt like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him. He looked around, frowning, finally noticing the room was filled with naked men, all stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn with Seraphina.

He was crushed!

She would not belong to him; she never would. And he’d have not only to wait his turn to have her, but he’d need to stand there, dick in hand, and watch other men fuck her.

He shot her a look of disdain. He felt betrayed. She didn’t love him. His shoulders slumped. What a fool he’d been! She didn’t even need him!

But he needed her. He supposed this existence with her was better than being without her for all eternity.

“Still want to stay?” Seraphina asked impatiently, annoyed that he was being difficult after all she’d gone through to convince the gods to bring him to her.

“Yes, yes, of course, I want to stay. Though I wish you could be mine alone, sharing you is better than not having you at all.”

“Good! Now it’s Carl’s turn, so wait over there with the others. But be sure to watch as Carl enjoys giving me a good jackhammering.”

Jack winced. He’d been foolish to think this redhead could belong to any one man. He realized, too late, that she was dubbed The Sultry Siren for a reason. She was far too fascinating, alluring, and dangerously seductive to be tamed by a single lover. So, there he stood, along with the others who’d been drawn in by the bewitching painting, and decided there were worse forms of existence.

“Who is Carl?” he asked one of the other men standing there.

“Carl Lyon. He is the artist who painted her. She lets him do whatever he wants, and it’s a fucking turn-on to watch.”

Jack felt cross! He couldn't imagine being aroused by watching other men fuck the woman he loved. Still, he joined the others, grabbed his cock, and stroked while he watched Carl use Seraphina like a Raggedy Ann fuck toy doll.

Much to his dismay, not only was he hard as a fucking rock ...

... he came like a geyser.

Seraphina witnessed this and smiled salaciously at Jack.

“Oh yes,” she thought wickedly, “he’ll be an excellent addition to my collection.”