The Gift

BY: R/Dave (C) 1999

The Gift

He had to piss so bad he could almost taste it and so he stepped out behind the bar and noisily relieved himself. Clarence was the local drunk, and had little use for anything but a full bottle of Mad Dog and a quiet place to drink it. When his funds ran low, he would help the local residents with their yard work, and was a darn fine landscaper if he could stay sober long enough to complete the job. But most of the time he would return to his bottle as soon as he got some spare change, and had unfinished projects all over the small community that was supported primarily by the large nuclear plant just up the road. Clarence had spent many cold winter nights sleeping next to the cooling towers that generated more than enough heat to keep him warm. Tonight he would probably head back there, as there was a definite chill in the air, and he could see steam rising from the puddle he had just created. With best intent and a noisy belch, he headed off towards the tall white towers, but became entangled in some wild blackberries and fell face first into a small drainage ditch several hundred yards from his destination. A small trickle of water flowing from the plants’ water system grazed his lips as he slept noisily.

The morning dawned clear and crisp on the countryside, and Clarence awoke to the day with blurry vision and a throbbing headache. Checking his cash reserves, he realized he was down to his last few coins, and decided to head over to Ms. Walkers place to finish the garden there. She was a loving spirit and always gave him money when he would ask. As he stood up, he noticed the patch of blackberries behind the bar were almost covering the roof. Funny, he thought, they hadn’t been that way when he leaked there last night, and as he watched, he could see them gradually engulf the entire roof and grow down the opposite side. A hoarse whisper nex to his shoulder instantly broke his concentration. It was Zelda, his counterpart in female form who was always trying to get him to "do the nasty" at her small cardboard dwelling on the other side of town. She too had seen the blackberries growing at an unbelievable rate, while she was on her way to the landfill on her never ending quest for aluminum cans. They both continued to stare for quite some time until she wrapped her arm around his waist, and he made a hasty retreat for Ms. Walkers place.

She wasn’t there when he arrived, but his bladder was now fully extended, so he relieved himself back behind her shed where the rhododendrons grew. As he finished "closing up," he casually glanced at the bushes only to see them growing before his eyes. Zelda, who had tried to catch him during his made dash to freedom spied the same phenomenon and stopped dead in her tracks. The neighbor kid Mikey saw it too, and ran in to get his Mom. Soon the entire neighborhood was watching the bushes burst open with beautiful blossoms, while growing at a remarkable rate. It didn’t take long for Zelda to figure out that Clarence was the source of this powerful "fertilizer," and exclaimed:

"I gotta get me some of that!"

She pulled her victim into the rapidly growing underbrush, overpowering him both in size and strength. Within moments, his slacks were opened and she was fumbling with his underwear amidst his struggles and hoarse cry for help. Revealing his shriveled organ, she immediately buried her face into his pubis, rotating her body to pin his head with her legs. Drawing his soft flesh between her teeth, she suckled him gently, slowly awakening desires that had been dormant for years. Her hands were fondling the hairy sac and its contents, using upward strokes to help stimulate him further. Soon, his natural instincts took over, and he began to move his hips in circular motions to the rhythm of her oral stimulation. As his orgasm neared, Zelda sensed the difference in his breathing, and quickly shifted her body to straddle the throbbing pole. Moving her torn underwear to one side she forcefully guided his organ into the untrimmed hair and swollen folds of her sexuality, and quickly sat down hard to engulfing him completely. With their two pubic bones in full contact, she moved her hips up and down unmercifully until he lost control and released his glowing seed into her wanting womb.

As they lay there gasping for breath, Clarence could feel her body began to change, and quickly rolled from underneath her to regain some shred of dignity before the neighbors could talk. He looked down at Zelda, who was reverting from a middle-aged overweight partner, to a beautiful woman in her early twenties, with flowing red hair and a clear pristine complexion. As he gawked at her, he watched her legs become shapely and her sagging breasts become firm; her fat was now melted away along with the cellulite she had carried for so long. Zelda felt the change also, and quickly jumped to her feet with her youth restored, and her energy renewed. With a quick kiss to his cheek, she disappeared into the towering foliage. Sitting with his knees to his chin, Clarence pondered his situation just as Ms. Walker exploded through the underbrush, and began tearing at his clothing. Once a day was his limit, and Clarence bolted through the underbrush and towards the tavern with all his remaining strength; his face as white as a ghost.

Jake the bartender, laughed hysterically when Clarence told him about his encounter with the infamous Zelda in confidence, but gave him a bottle of MD and allowed him safe passage back into the forest of blackberries surrounding the bar. Still trembling from the experience, Clarence drained the bottle of its contents, and sat in a quiet alcove next to a trickle of water coming from the power plant to enjoy the warm rush that soon enveloped his quaking body. He awoke to the last light of dusk, as a clear sky began to burst into a myriad of shapes formed by the stars. He was face down in the mud, and his clothes were wet from a combination of sweat and water. Struggling to his feet, he made his way to a familiar path that led through the bog and down to the river where he always bathed. When he arrived, he was met by a barrage of flashlight beams and the excited babble of women. They had been waiting for him - actually, they had been waiting for what he could offer, and they were determined to get what they were after. Before he could turn and flee they were upon him, and if it wasn’t for the shots fired in the air, he surely would have become a victim. But Jake had later heard of Zeldas’ "rebirth," and set out to rescue his drunken friend and perhaps offer some advice.

Safely in Jakes’ pick-up, they bounced along the rutted trail until they were back at the tavern. Hustling Clarence into the back room under his jacket, he sent for another bottle of MD. Jake explained the gift that he had was extremely valuable, and should be used sparingly, nurtured, and should be effectively managed. But once Clarence got the bottle, he gratefully declined his exploitation, and stumbled out of the tavern and into the growth of blackberries. He stumbled on, late into the night, frightened by the night, and the thought of being a wanted man. Finishing his bottle of MD, he fell into a troubled sleep in a well hidden glade, fearful of what the morrow might bring. The next morning at first light, he wandered over to a nearby highway and began hitchhiking; hoping to find anonymity in a new place. It wasn’t long before a raven haired beauty in a brand new sporty red convertible offered him a ride.

Her name was Judy, and she knew all about Clarence from the mornings headlines. His fate sealed, he accepted the inevitable, and soon he found himself being sexually satisfied by this tall, lean beauty with just the right moves to keep him aroused for hours. She had perfected the tone of her Kegels’ to a point that she was able to keep his manhood both captivated and aroused without moving any other muscles in her young, clean shaven body. Now sober, he was able to experience every inflection of her sexuality, and truly enjoyed watching her climax more than experiencing the same himself. Once spent and exhausted, the slept together on the blanket among the Oaks until another couple pulled into the rest stop and awoke them from their dreams by the slam of their car doors. Judy gave him a ride into the next major city, where she left him to fend for himself with a crisp fifty dollar bill.

Clarence wandered the busy streets for an eternity, becoming more paranoid with every new sound and face, until a "former" hooker befriended him with an offer of a warm meal and free companionship. Once in her flat, she revealed she knew of his "special gift" from his picture in the mornings’ newspaper, and with sincerity combined with a hint of desperation, she begged him to give her a new lease on the life she had squandered. With that, she opened one of her cabinets to reveal an unopened bottle of MD and various other assorted spirits. Without hesitation, he began to undress her, administering to her sensitivities with the gentle touch of his hands and tongue. Soon her body began to respond passionately, and as he tasted the remarkably sweet nectar of her arousal, she began to sob quietly with tears of fulfillment. Unable to passively accept his caresses any longer, she began to employ all of the talents she had learned from years on the streets, utilizing every organ of her body to bring him with a moment of orgasm. With their mutual arousal complete, she took him to her, cooing sensual encouragement in his ear until his semen exploded within her, draining his glowing essence completely.

She began to change before his eyes, becoming youthful again. Apparently Judy had been too young to reap the outward benefits of his cream, but this woman became a vision of pure loveliness complete with fine black hair and an olive complexion. Her eyes were pools of ebony capturing every ray of light along with the desire of any man that should gaze therein. Her renewed body captured his desires and he forgot all about the MD, but rather sought ways to win her acceptance. Soon they were off to the barber shop, then to a used clothing store, and finally, with the last of his fifty dollars, they bought a salad at a small sidewalk cafe, and savored it together. Clarence was virtually unrecognizable now, as was his escort which served to draw them towards one another, and soon they were in her flat making love passionately on the small counter in the bathroom.

As if awakening from a dream, when Clarence turned towards where he had last felt her tender body, he was stunned to find her, and her few possessions had disappeared with a brief note under the bottle of Md that read:

"Thanks! I’ll always remember you, and the gift you gave me."

He finished the bottle and stumbled back on to the street, again lonely and penniless. Perhaps Jake was right - he needed a manager, and with quiet resolve, he turned back towards his home, surrendering to whatever destiny Jake could provide for him. It wasn’t until the next afternoon until he stumbled into the tavern and collapsed on a stool next to the bar. Jake, brought him a bottle of MD, and put his hand on his shoulder in a sign of friendship. They talked late into the night, sharing ideas and fears, and were able to develop a plan to their mutual satisfaction. The following morning, they both worked together to turn the back room into a romantic setting complete with a comfortable bed, soft music, and candlelight. The two hundred dollar "renewal fee" was discreetly advertised by word of mouth, and soon the phone was ringing off the wall.

For the first several days, things went quite well; Clarence only "renewed" three candidates per day, and was provided with all the MD and luxury he could possibly desire. But on the fourth day, something went terribly amiss. After inseminating Ms. Varger, the wife of the town mayor, she showed no signs of her youth returning. For several hours they waited but she remained unchanged, and her fee was promptly returned amidst a thorough barrage of threats and recriminations. After two more failed attempts, Clarence knew his gift was expended, and he was banished back to his home near the power plant by a disappointed manager. He disappeared shortly thereafter, and was never seen or heard of again.

Near the Nuclear Power Station in a small community in southwest corner of the state, there is a large ranch fronted Zeldas’ Beauty Salon. It has been said that many an older woman has disappeared within, to be replaced by a much younger version upon departure. It has also been said that the owner has perpetual beauty, and runs an up front, reputable business, highly recommended by the locals, and often frequented by those who have more money than they care to disclose. Regardless of the rumors, one fact is also well known about the establishment, and that is the unusual demand for MD on any given day of the week.