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(I have much respect for the lesbian community and have and had several lesbian and bisexual women friends who became experimental lovers. It Is agreed that there are people at the extremes and those who chose to have a sexual moment with the opposite sex even though they identify themselves as lesbians. I am not generalizing in this story but using my real experiences of over 30 years as a male submissive.)



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When I was 38, after a five year unsuccessful relationship came crashing down I bumped into my lesbian friend Shara at the swim club. Sensing that I was down she invited me to the beach to meet some people and possibly make some new friends so I won’t be so lonely. Shara was a 5ft 6in. tall longhaired blonde blue eyed surfer chick with an all over tan wearing tight clothing showing her buff body with all the curves in the right places. Shara a sworn lesbian long ago gave up sex with men trading her tastes for pussy. Knowing her back ground after many intimate conversations I didn’t blame her one bit. We always teased each other about dating because Shara knew I had a crush on her which made her flirt with me all the more. Knowing I was a sensitive man with a kind generous heart with a love for women, Shara knew I could easily be taken advantage of. We had some long conversations about my breakup and after gaining trust in each other Shara became my mentor about women.



I told Shara all about my past relationships and she noticed a trend that I always chose dominant women who disliked intercourse preferring only oral sex. All the women saw that pleasuring me was just a chore preferring me to masturbate alone. Shara said she was sorry to say but to a real hardcore lesbian the sight, smell, and feel of semen is a real turn off making her think the women in my past had lesbian tendencies. When I told her about my last relationship my girlfriend’s goal was to make me her personal “male lesbian”. A term she personally coined; a submissive male who wore women’s lingerie in the bedroom using only his mouth her oral pleasures and voluntarily bending over for her to screw me with a strapon. I also told her that my girlfriend loved spanking me for any reason. Keeping a straight face Shara told me that some dominant lesbian women enjoy giving a spanking, which is a way to assert her authority. Spanking is a very intimate way of communication as well as a good method of seduction, adding that a well given spanking produces the willingness of a submissive to do the dominants will. Shara told me she wasn’t at all surprised about my submission into these activities telling me that my girlfriend probably has a latent closet desire to be lesbian and was acting out with me which was probably the reason why we split up.



Shara then asked me about my failed marriage. I admit that my wife was another woman that preferred oral sex over intercourse. Early in her life she got turned off men after working successfully as a hooker in New York for several years. Latching onto me she took advantage of my submissive nature almost spending me into bankruptcy. I told her the best gift she gave me was schooling me for hours in bed teaching me to pleasure her pussy with my tongue. Shara wanted to know if this woman was local and what was her name. When I told Shara that her name was Judi she wanted to know her last name and when I told her much to both of our surprise Shara not only knew her but has slept with her many times and they were good friends. Shara told me you’re right about her knowledge of oral sex Judi has a reputation of being the girl with the golden tongue. Shara told me if I’m as half as good as my ex-wife she could see why my last girlfriend wanted me to be her lesbian lover. Wanting to know why Judi and I split up I told Shara it was partially over money and that she was seeing several women behind my back. I didn’t find out about the hooking or lesbianism until after we divorced. Judi got a taste for pussy in New York and it never left her mouth. I told Shara that the last time I saw Judi was after she gave me a bare handed butt whipping slamming the bedroom door as I was still wiggling on the bed from the spanking.



Shara told me that she didn’t want to psycho analyze me but my being drawn to dominant lesbian women was not a sickness or was it wrong being possibly a subconscious desire for healing in that area. Shara told me my biggest mistakes were marrying them or thinking I could have a long-term relationship. She told me if I look back over the time I spent with these women I actually enjoyed being with them for the most part until the breakups. I learned valuable information about the insides of these women and how they tick making me the person that I am today. I told Shara that I grew up with women preferring to be around women more than men. I was always accepted in their circles and welcomed into their conversations. At parties I would always vacillate towards the women circles for companionship rather than hit on them. It seemed that the dominant dyke types who sensed where I was coming from initiated relationships. Shara told me that I need to get over the guilt that I’ve done things wrong in the past and pursue my “male lesbian self” with the women who fully understand where I’m coming from. Communication and my actions are most important if I wish to continue pursuing these types of women.



One day we ended up sharing a bench at the beach talking and watching the ocean Shara could see that I was beginning to cry so she scooted next to me holding me in her arms. Stroking my hair she moved her lips over mine kissing me with a closed mouth until I responded increasing the passion by pushing her tongue into my mouth licking the insides of my lips. Shara broke the kiss and looked directly into my eyes telling me I accept your male lesbianism but I think you still have a lot of guilt to get over. I’m going to follow you to your place and the first thing I’m going to do is to punish you for all the guilt your feeling. I’m a lot like your girlfriend who loves giving a good whipping but this time I’m your close friend and will not leave you afterwards. After the spanking I’m going to give you a few lessons myself in lesbian etiquette and if you’re good boy I may see how gold your tongue is. We quickly left the beach excitedly driving to my place. I watched Shara walking in front of me wearing her sexy cut off jeans with the bare curves of her sexy ass showing wiggling her hips showing off her body telling me she was interested. I saw a pink handkerchief in her back pocket but nothing connected so I didn’t bother asking.



In the car we discussed discipline which was the perfect place because there was no way to escape. I told Shara I had been spanked by my parents as a child and in my teens I often fantasized about being spanked by dominant women wearing garters and stockings. Shara inquired if I enjoyed getting spanked. I told her the fantasy was more exciting than reality. I enjoyed thinking about being dominated and spanked yet when I knew I was actually going to be disciplined I got butterflies in my stomach just like when I was a kid. I admitted that I willingly took the whippings never fighting the blows and accepting my fate. I also confessed that whenever I felt the need I would ask my girlfriend for a whipping and she would gladly do it with full intensity showing no mercy. Shara told me that the women in the past punished me because they were angry because they were not allowed to share their lesbianism with them even though I was being groomed to be there lesbian lover. Shara told me that the whipping she’s going to give me today will be the beginning of erasing all of those old feelings and accepting the fact that I am a “male lesbian”.



When we arrived at my place we embraced and kissed passionately before we got out of the car then walked arm and arm to my front door. Stepping inside the door Shara locked it tightly telling me the next time I went outside I was coming out as a true “male lesbian”. Shara told me she usually likes to perform ritual whippings sky clad to honor the goddess suggesting that we both shower together ridding both of our bodies of the nervousness of being naked together making it easier for a cleansing whipping for healing. Shara warned me that being with a lesbian has nothing to do with intercourse or semen instructing me to go into the bathroom alone masturbate into the toilet and clean myself thoroughly. She told me she would be waiting for me meditating about the ritual. Shara told me that masturbation was nothing dirty or sinfully wrong and that I was to think about eating her pussy while I came enjoy only the orgasm and not the fact that I was eliminate useless semen. Shara kissed me reminding me that I was still a man and I had biological needs and that coming on a regular basis kept my genitals working properly. Shara helped me get undressed pulling off my shirt and jeans finding out I was still wearing women’s panties which turned her on because she wore the same brand.



As soon as she removed her halter top showing off her beautiful breasts I started getting an erection and when she remove her panties showing off her shaved pussy I was rock hard. My face turned red and Shara quickly schooled me that there was nothing wrong with responding to a woman’s naked body having an erection is the male lesbian’s way of showing that he is attracted to her admitting that when lesbian women see attractive women their nipples get hard, their clits get erect like your cock, pussies get wet just like my cock dribbling pre-come which is like women’s come and the pupils in our eyes were already beginning to dilate getting sexually turned on.Giving my cock a few strokes Shara told me that she is an agreement with the women in my past because she too has no use for a hard cock other than to watch me get excited looking at her. Honestly telling me it’s not at all about cock teasing it’s about a way of life for a lesbian. Shara told me that her lips were for kissing, her pussy was for licking and sometimes her asshole was for worshipping with a willing mouth. The very thought of a male phallus entering any of her orifices was out of the question and taboo because there would be no pleasure in it at all. Knowing I was a little confused Shara kissed me fully on the lips then told me I may not understand the concept today but soon I will? Shara motioned me with a smile to take care of myself and then call her into the bathroom when I was ready.



I gave Shara a warm hug thanking her for the needed lecture promising her I didn’t bring her home for sex admitting that I was attracted to her magical lesbianism. Shara thanked me telling me and that I was a good candidate to explore the lesbian mystique giving me a swat on the butt sternly ordering me to get going. With Shara I didn’t feel like I had to hide but I closed the door knowing she preferred not watching me come. Grabbing my favorite hand cream pouring a judicious amount along the shaft I started masturbating thinking of licking Shara’s pussy. I thought about how much pleasure I could give her sending my good vibes her way almost like a sex magic technique. I was mentally sending her my positive sexual energy thinking about pleasuring her entire body connected to her clitoris. As I stroked my cock it no longer was a fantasy and it was becoming true as my heart started racing, my tongue began licking my lips as if I was already performing oral sex. Suddenly I could actually feel my lips kissing her labia lips opening them up to get my tongue deep inside of her. When I envisioned sucking her clitoris my fingers were busy massaging the head of my cock. The feelings were so intense I pointed my cock into the toilet and began spewing my worthless seed into the bowl. I was crying shamelessly out loudl as I came envisioning coming with Shara with my lips pursed around her clitoris. I lost track of how many times I squirted but my balls ached when I finally stopped. My heart was pounding and I could hardly stand up but I quickly washed off my cock as Shara ordered.



In a soft voice I called Shara who slowly walked into the bathroom still fingering her pussy. Admitting that she was lying on her back meditating and masturbating thinking of my well trained tongue swirling inside of her pussy knowing that my ex-wife tasted her many times. Shana confessed to having a bit of a magical orgasm getting a sign from the goddess that she was to take me into her group giving me a place where I belong. Under the warm water of the shower we kissed, touched, and caressed each other soaping our bodies completely until we were squeaky clean. Walking into the bedroom with warm towels wrapped around us we sat down next to each other so that Shara could give me another lesson. Shara told me that the women in my past had the right idea about whipping me except they were doing it for all the wrong reasons punishing me for not accepting their lesbianism. This time Shara said in a soft sexy voice to begin my healing she wanted me to experience a different kind of whipping with an even more intense pain but for very specific reason rather than for another woman’s selfish disappointments. Pulling a thin and red strap from her shorts Shara held it up to my face saying with this strap I can take you all the way to the top of your pain threshold and hold it there as you cry out letting go of the past. I can sense that you’re ready and I just need to have your consent.



I told Shara that she has shown me my inner feelings opening new doors to places I would love to go. I told her I understood for the first time the importance of masturbating alone because there’s no place for useless sperm with a lesbian. I told her that I also sensed that the timing is right for healing and that I trusted in her to give me the strapping. Placing me in the center of the bed face down Shara told me she was going to be continuously lashing me first into a lustful state, second into a painful state, and thirdly to hell and back where I’d be begging for mercy. Shara said that people that have withstood these whippings changed forever. Shara warned me that this was only going to be the first of several depending upon how much healing I needed. Shara told me that she needed to at least tie your wrists to the headboard because the feeling of helplessness will bring me farther down. I actually had a pair of handcuffs so I handed them to Shara who smiled asking me how many times these have been used. Honestly I told her I had suffered plenty of whippings being cuffed.



Once I was secured to the headboard Shara knelt in front of my face so my eyes had a good look at her excited pussy telling me to keep my thoughts off of my cock and only on serving her pleasure with my tongue promising me that if I withstood the terrors of the whipping I would be drinking from her goddess cup within the hour. Standing proudly naked on the left side of the bed so that she could swing the strap freely with her right arm Shara told me that she was ready to perform the ritual whipping. Ordering me to keep my eyes closed concentrating only on me pleasuring her pussy with my tongue. Without saying a word Shara began slowly whipping my body from the top of my shoulders all the way down to my calves. Starting with stinging flicks Shara started snapping the end of the strap expertly on my bare flesh slowly exciting every nerve ending in my body. I have been whipped many times on this bed but this was nothing like the whipping I was experiencing putting my concentration on licking her pussy and taking the licks for healing.



Shara slowly had my entire body crying out. It was all I could do to concentrate on the visual of her open waiting pussy she had just given me. My body was heaving and writhing to the lash as my heart rate increased and my breathing became shallow fighting to take a breath as fast as I could between lashes. As I was getting lashed I was slowly wiggling like a snake and my hips were moving as if something was entering my asshole. Shara started lashing my bare cheeks across my crack so hard I felt the strap was actually fucking me making me respond by rising up and down with each lustful lash. Whipping me faster and faster I responded as if I was getting fucked in the ass. I actually felt like a giant dildo was spreading my asshole and fucking me. I actually heard Shara during the whipping in a very soft seductive voice inviting me to give in to the feelings and allow her to fuck me. Crying out with every blow and pounding the bed up and down with my hips and I suddenly had an orgasm that was nothing like having an orgasm with my cock because my entire body was writhing and climaxing still moving up and down on the bed as she continued strapping my ass.



Ordering me to get on all fours Shara grabbed my ponytail of with her left hand and started wailing on my sensitive lower cheeks with the full brunt of the leather strap. Each time she struck me of my entire body lounged forward then she would yank me back by my ponytail so that I would be in place for the next blow. I felt like a seesaw as she rhythmically striped my bare ass back and forth. I was struggling with the handcuffs because Shara was right the intense whipping made me want to escape. I tried wiggling my ass but after several hard snaps on my balls taking my breath away Shara warned me to and keep my legs closed and stay still because she wouldn’t mind whipping my balls off. Hearing that I quickly closed my legs bit my tongue and took my medicinal licks. Crying out with every lick of the strap Shara began cursing me screaming that my ex-wife Judi should have enslaved me at the beginning of our relationship enjoying her lesbian lovers with blessings from the goddess. Shara told me that she often talked about being married to a submissive male but she didn’t think he would accept her lesbianism. Shara said little does Judi know that her ex-husband is a full fledge pussy licker. Shara promised as she lashed away to plan a reunion so that both of us could meet and share feelings.



Shara asked me if I was ready to go to hell. Without waiting she began to painfully whip my back beating me into the sheets. Whipping my shoulder muscles until my arms could barely lift my body on all fours I collapsed on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. Since I couldn’t hold still Shara jumped up on the bed and sat on my thighs continuing whipping my bare flesh until it was entirely streaked with welts. I could feel Shara spitting on my asshole and pushing her two middle fingers inside up to the second knuckle pulling nastily backwards to open me up and hold me still. Shara was determined to whip the pains of the past out of me. As promised my entire body felt like it was on fire and I was burning in hell causing me to cry out of control. Looping the belt around my neck Shara squeeze until she took my breath away placing her mouth next to my right ear telling me to never forget the power of the feminine and that I owe my very breath to the goddess; once I realized this truth practicing it every day I would be set free. Shara loosened a belt as I gulped down precious oxygen from the goddess repeating the choke several times as she continued fingering my asshole. On the last cinch of the belt cutting off my air, Shara told me that I would never be free if I didn’t give it up. Totally shaken and sobbing Shara finally removed the handcuffs leaving the belt around my neck as a reminder that she wasn’t finished removing my demons.



Shara took me in her arms urging me to keep crying and let all of my past flow out of my body through my tears. Holding my head between her beautiful breasts Shara stroked my hair and helped wash the tears from my eyes telling me in a sexy voice everything’s going to be OK. After the whipping I felt that Shara and I had a new connection because of her understanding of the women in my past and dealing with the hidden lifestyle I desired. Slowly Shara eased me on my striped back pinning me to the bed. Looking deeply in my eyes without saying a word Shara placed her lips around mine slowly tickling my lips with the tip of her tongue then gently easing it inside urging me to suck it. Feeling my lips pursing around her tongue she slowly began fucking my mouth surprising me how long her tongue really was. I could feel Shara pushing her right knee into my crotch lifting my balls and finding the sensitive area between slowly massaging my prostate gland externally. Luring my tongue out of my mouth I decided to use a technique that Judi taught me by making love to Shara’s mouth as if it was her pussy.

When you think of it a woman’s mouth is a lot like her pussy. I began lightly kissing, sucking, and licking all around her lips as my right hand started caressing her left breast and my left hand slowly explored the curves of her beautiful ass. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman who just whipped me to hell and back was in my arms allowing me to make love to her with my mouth. I forgot all about the stripes on my back getting scratched by the quilt beneath me inflaming the nerve endings to cry out. All my fantasies about Shara were smashed like glass from the whipping and I was in the process of tenderly making love to her as a true “male lesbian”.



When I pushed my tongue into Shara’s mouth she started moaning when she found out how long it was. I’m sure she couldn’t wait to have it inside her vagina. Judi and I went to a Yoga seminar on “How to lengthen your tongue” which greatly increased our oral lovemaking techniques as we practiced this technique. Every morning we sat cross-legged facing each other we methodically pulled out our tongues kneading and massaging them loosening the tight muscles and then taking a washcloth we began pulling and twisting visualizing it slowly lengthening. When we kissed we exercised our tongues by sucking and pulling them like a vacuum cleaner. Judi had one set of powerful lungs sucking so hard I thought she would suck my tongue out of my mouth completely. After several months of daily exercises we noticed a change in the length and the strength of our tongues as well as the different ways we could move them especially during oral sex. After we split up I continued the exercises surprising many lady friends with my tongue.



After giving Shara’s mouth a powerful tongue fucking convincing her what it would feel like when I finally got it inside her pussy, I withdrew my tongue and started sucking Shara’s tongue gently just like I would be sucking her clit. Shara was moaning in my mouth enjoying all the sensations. Shara was getting so turned on she told me that was enough teasing it’s time for the real thing. Straddling my head she lowered her crotch to my mouth. I could tell she was already soaking wet as my tongue began exploring her labia lips already engorged with blood swollen from excitement. Forcefully pushing my head into the sheets Shara began grinding her labia lips on my own lips squealing for me to stick to my long tongue deep in her pussy. Making my tongue as thick as possible imitating the size of a real cock I started deeply tongue fucking Shara driving her crazy with a lust. I think that’s why I like lesbians and bisexuals women because they appreciate the fine art of cunnlinigus.



I tried to pleasure Shara with as many techniques as I could sucking and biting her labia lips, licking the bridge between her pussy and anus back and forth teasing her until she forcible made me tongue fuck her pussy. Sensing she was just about ready to come I slowly started licking her clit which surprisingly was quite large fully erect and sticking its head outside her hood. I tried not to lick hard but she demanded more making me think that all the years of oral sex reduce the sensitivity of her clitoris. Pursing my lips and sucking quite hard sent Shara over the top causing her to claw the sides of my face and my ears as she began to squirt my face with female come and pee. Unashamed I licked and drank all I could with Shara shaking in climax heaven on top of my face. I pushed my tongue back into her pussy which she seemed to enjoy because her clitoris was now too sensitive to lick.



Stroking my hair Shara in a soft sexy voice told me to remove my tongue and open my mouth wide. When she felt my lips opening Shara in her sexy voice exclaimed she never lets a mouth that has pleasured her pussy escape without celebrating with a drink of her golden champagne. My nasty wife Judi gave me my first taste of urine during a wild 69 pissing down my throat after an out of control orgasm. This was more of a domination thing for Judi, which she gave me no choice, but to swallow or drown. With Shara on top once again I had no choice. With her experienced PC muscles Shara filled my mouth stopping the flow waiting until I swallowed. When I finished Shara told me to keep drinking or she would piss all over my bed. I continued sucking and swallowing until her bladder was totally empty. But I didn’t even think about the taste but I figured I’d swallowed the equivalent of a several glasses of tangy golden champagne.



Shara told me that she had one more mouthful but I was to save it. Carefully pissing her last drops she climbed off of my face wrapped her lips around mine and started sucking the contents from my mouth. After she swallowed we started passionately French kissing. My cock was rock hard once again. Shara broke the kiss seeing my erection. With a nasty glimmer in her eyes she asked me if I could keep a secret. I told her after everything we shared today I would keep any kind of a secret. Shara told me that she wasn’t always a lesbian and actually trained herself to suck off guys to avoid intercourse. Shara said she will show me a technique she learned as a skilled fellatrix to keep the boys cocks out her pussy. She told me if she could handcuff me to the headboard she would treat me to a technique she learned that would guarantee an orgasm without ever having the taste of come on her lips.



Placing my hands over my head Shara quickly handcuffed me to the headboard. Shara grabbed the head of my cock with her left hand pulling it down over my belly. With her right hand she grabbed my balls stretching them away from my body. Shara looked at me and giggled asking if I ever had my “harmonica” played? Bending down she placed her lips over my shaft slowly moving her mouth from my balls to my cockhead licking with her tongue and sucking with her powerful mouth. Her long silky blond hair was tied in a ponytail so I could watch everything staring at my cockhead which was already throbbing. The pleasure was intensifying as I began struggling instinctively to place my hands on her head quickly realizing I was cuffed which was probably the main reason why she bound my wrists. Shara stopped momentarily and looked up asking me if I was enjoying the licking admitting that this definitely was a rare occasion for her. I told her that her tongue feels like a feather licking up and down. Shara just smiled and continued licking squeezing my balls and pinching the head of my cock with her long fingernails until I started shooting come all over me. Right before I started coming Shara released my cockhead and my balls but kept pressure on my shaft making sure that my cock pointed directly at me. As I began to squirt Shara kept her lips and tongue squeezing my shaft making sure that I excreted every last drop as I excitedly watched myself squirting at my face. Out of breath and completely spent I apologize to Shara about making a mess but she reprimanded me saying I should never be ashamed of my body fluids. Uncuffing me, Shara encouraged me to rub my semen all over my chest because it was good for my skin. Giggling she watched me slowly with embarrassment rub my come all over my chest and belly.



Leaving the room I heard Shara fumbling in the kitchen clanking glasses and opening a bottle of wine. Returning to the room Shara only poured one glass sitting next to me on the bed still glowing. Taking several sips of wine telling me now is the perfect time to have a little chat Shara kissed me fully on the lips passing me a mouthful of wine. As we shared drinking mouth to mouth Shara said I definitely was a unique and exciting person. After taking the whipping she gave me without begging for mercy or complaints told her that I am definitely a hardened submissive. Shara promised she was going to massage some aloe ointment that will help heal my welts before she leaves. Shara said ex-wife Judi certainly trained you well in the art of orally pleasuring a woman smiling saying before she leaves today she is certainly going to take advantage of my tongue again. Shara added that she wanted me to know that she was in a relationship with a woman named Gina who is her submissive lesbian lover but added that she has the advantage of being able to experiment outside the relationship on rare occasions. Shara said she has a handful of women which includes my ex-wife Judi that party and play together. Bringing me into their private circle may add some spice to the party. Shara laughed Same Judi will be totally surprise that her ex-husband just made love to lesbian. Shara said that if she was unattached she would take me home today making me her slave.



Shara told me that they have a girlfriend name Brenda in the group who is bisexual. They want to keep her in the group but she always has her eyes out after the guys. Shara said I think you two may make a good match because Brenda loves to share preferring multiple “Ffm” couplings. My ears perked up when Shara said that Brenda was the strapon queen of the group and expert at fucking pussies and even assholes. Shara said that her main bitch about finding a stud is there unwillingness to bend over for her. With a serious look on her face Shara wondered when the last time I was fucked in the ass with a strapon. I told her I had a massage therapist friend about a month ago fuck me over her massage table. Then you still desire to be penetrated Shara said in a lower dominant voice. I know you still have a harness and dildo in this room somewhere and if you tell me where it is I’ll give you a real treat. Before I left my last boyfriend and turned lesbian I gave him a surprise buttfucking in this same position tied to the bedpost. He didn’t enjoy the experience but I know that you will and I want to make you come like my girlfriend. I told Shara to go in my small dresser drawer and pull out the harness and dildo. I also told her there was some lubrication right next to the bed. Shara cuffed me again to the headboard telling me the pleasure will be hers. I’m going to fuck your ass in honor of your x-wife Judi and make sure I fuck and tell her about it.



Finding the harness Shara quickly strapped it on telling me that she wasn’t going to ask me if she could fuck me because being handcuffed I didn’t have a choice. Shara said I think Brenda will want to know all the details on how well I can take a good buttfucking before I introduce you. Opening the drawer with the dildos Shara picked the largest one a black dildo 9in. long and one 3/4in. wide with a bullet vibe she can place in her pussy. Smiling Shara admired the dildo saying Brenda is going to love me if I can accommodate this. Lubing up the bullet Shara inserted in her pussy and then pushed the dildo in place. Stroking the dildo Shara asked me if I would mind getting fucked from behind because she can do a lot more with my ass and not have to worry about lifting my legs. Shara uncuffed my left hand leaving my right hand connected to the headboard. Innocently I asked her what she was going to do looking up into her face with a nasty grin on it.



Grabbing me by the ponytail saying this I can’t resist rubbing the head of the dildo over my lips pushing it into my mouth. Shara said let’s see how good of a cocksucker you are. Slowly she began guiding my head up and down on the dildo until I was freely sucking her “cock” without any encouragement. Every time my mouth sucked forward Shara pushed more and more dildo down my throat until she finally got it all the way down. Grabbing the back of my head Shara slid all 9in. down my throat pushing her hips and holding the back of my head at the same time cutting off my breath so there was no escape telling me with a throat like mine I’m going to make an exceptional sub for their group.



Pulling back just far enough so I could take several breaths she wiggled the dildo up against my lips reminding me of who she was with the power she had over me pushing the dildo back down my throat and holding it forcibly there for a good 90 seconds slapping my face scolding me saying I bet none of your other bitches did this to you. I know you can eat pussy but now I want you to start sucking my cock and give me a good show sucking me off until your mouth and jaws are sore. Finally she pulled the dildo back far enough so I could breathe allowing me to get my breath. For the next fifteen minutes Shara fucked my mouth moaning loudly, mocking like a stud getting a blowjob telling me all sorts of nasty things to do to her cock slapping my face whenever she wasn’t pleased which was quite often. As promised by the time she finished I had a sore throat, my jaws ached, my cheeks were stinging from getting slapped and my lips were chafed from sliding up and down the shaft. Pulling the dildo out of my mouth with a “POP” Shara slapped my mouth back and forth with the head of the dildo with saliva drooling down the sides of my mouth promising me that I would get a lot more time to practice sucking “her cock”.



Re-cuffing me so that I was butt up over a pile of pillows Shara gave my striped ass several slaps forcing me to open my legs wide. Asking me when the last time was that I had my asshole licked. I told her truthfully I learned how to lick ass from my ex-wife Judi. Slapping my ass again Shara said we have the same teacher but I’m going to treat you to a good buttlicking anyway after taking such a whipping from my belt. Shara said now you’re going to find out why I spent so much time cleaning your crack and asshole. Starting at the top of my crack I could feel her tongue “snailing”, sliming its way down my crack and into my asshole. With the tip of her tongue she began licking around and around awakening all the sensitive nerves on my outer anus. Slowly up I could feel her tongue worming its way inside. She had a tight hold on my balls squeezing so hard it would be impossible to get another erection. I could feel her manipulating the muscles in her tongue changing shapes treating me to all sorts of sensations. Settling on making her tongue round Shara started giving me a tongue fucking just like I treated her to making me wiggle and push back against her tongue causing me to call out her name groaning in pleasure. This woman definitely had to have a lot of practice eating an asshole by the way she was tongue fucking me. She was the second woman I ever met that actually enjoyed “analictus” getting me so worked up I was begging for her to fuck me.



Pouring oil into my asshole she began working me with her fingers until I was relaxed enough for the head of the dildo. I could hear her turning on the magic bullet buzzing inside her pussy placing the large head of the dildo against my back door. Kiddingly Shara said once I get fucked by an expert butch I’ll never want regular intercourse again. Shara said that I bet you didn’t even recognize the pink hanky hanging from her left back pocket. Suddenly I remembered telling here at the beach when I was watching her walk to the car noticing her beautiful body I did see the pink handkerchief hanging from left pocket but I figured it was just something to tie her hair up with. Giving my ass another slap saying I knew you were watching my bottom jiggling but that turns me on. Grabbing the pink bandanna from her left pocket from her discarded shorts on the floor Shara dangled in front of my eyes telling me to never forget that when I see her with a pink hanky hanging from her left pocket I’m going to get my ass fucked. Taking the bandanna she pulled it between my lips tying it behind my head telling me they also make great gags.



I moaned into the gag as Shara pushed the huge bulbous head of the dildo past my sphincter muscle. The dildo that Shara picked was the hardest one to get inside and I was so glad she took her sweet time adding extra lubricant before she started fucking me. She kept telling me I had a tight butthole promising she would take care of that after a few weeks. Finally she got the dildo completely inside pushing her pubic bone tightly against my tail bone slowly rotating her hips getting me “acclimated” as she called it. Shara told me that she was going to fuck me until she comes and that I was to concentrate on having what she called an “anal orgasm”. Shara stressed that getting fucked in the ass is nothing about my cock and balls but it is about being psychologically taken by a woman who wants to give me pleasure. As soon as she felt my asshole relax Shara started slowly fucking me. Telling me not to be ashamed about moaning which actually turns her on because she knows she’s doing a good job which is why she put the gag on to muffled my cries so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I couldn’t believe I was actually gagged and handcuffed to my own bed getting fucked by a beautiful blonde lesbian who loved strapon play. The lady I had poured my heart out to many times has conquered my fears, has allowed me to pleasure her pussy with my tongue, whipped my body with her own belt, and is now fucking my asshole.



This woman had stamina because I looked at the clock when she started and 40 minutes later both of us were hot and sweaty Shara squealing and enjoying herself having had several orgasms was still pounding my asshole with full powerful strokes that shook my whole body. Shara never said a word but just kept fucking me like a wild woman sometimes crying out with the waves of orgasm and calling out to the goddess of lesbianism, Diana to empower her. I was actually quite turned on when several times she took me over the edge as my limp cock and my receded balls uselessly swung under my crotch but the rest of my body responded with hormones that caused a rush of pleasure. One thing I did learn bending over for dominant women, they disliked a man having erections and coming during anal intercourse preferring the man to put his mind on his asshole instead of his genitals. I did learn the way of the 21st century superior woman was to enjoy a good buttfucking from a skilled dominant. I cried out as Shara continued fucking me for another ten minutes until she pushed the dildo all the way inside my asshole and started shuddering through another explosive climax.



Slowly pulling the dildo out of my ass Shara gave me several sharp butt slaps thanking me for the wonderful fuck, inquiring how I liked her style. Untying her pink handkerchief so I could answer quite shaken and out of breath I told her that I’d never been fucked in the ass so hard yet the fucking took my entire body to another plane. She giggled noticing that my cock was rock hard dripping pre-come with nowhere to go. Shara tied the handkerchief around the base of my cock saying that I won’t have any more eruptions from this today making sure the kerchief was nice and tight. Shara removed the harness and the bullet from her pussy leaving me handcuffed. Finding some paper towels she carefully cleaned my asshole. Both of us were quite sweaty and Shara said let’s take a break and finish off the bottle of wine.



Lying down next to me with a full glass of wine we played “sip and kiss” where she fed me wine in an open kiss. We played twenty questions with Shara inquiring about my past relationships especially with Judi. I confess that if I would have allowed her to fully enslave me instead of bucking her dominant nature our relationship might have worked. I didn’t realize that I believed in female superiority until after she left spending most of my time afterwards searching for the perfect Mistress. I told her I met a dominatrix who instructed me in the art of goddess worship. I also told her all about living with a massage therapist and became her naked house boy. Shara said that with all my experience she wondered why I hadn’t found a fulltime mistress. Reaching into her purse Shara pulled out some aloe Vera of lotion that she usually uses on sunburned flesh but told me it will work perfectly on my stripes. Carefully and she began rubbing the lotion into my back which immediately began to soothe the mark’s she made from the strap. Rubbing my bottom which was covered by several dozen stripes Shara told me she would still like to fill in the stripes with her hairbrush telling me that I have the perfect spankable ass.

(The last story Shara invited me to meet Brenda at the beach and mix it up with her lesbian group warning me they may make me a free for all party! The strapon sex is vivid but believable as the author has personally been strapon fucked for two hours at a time!)



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Shara invited me to the gay/lesbian alternative nude beach that was hidden away in private property inside a cove away from prying eyes. My first time was a real eye opener seeing both guys kissing guys and women kissing women walking off hand in hand into the brush to play. The first day at the nude beach Shara set me up with one of her wild bisexual girlfriends because it was taboo to go there without a partner. I saw the girls down the beach tucked away in a semi-private spot away from the gawkers. When I arrived Shara and her girlfriend Gina were all over each other kissing and fondling on the blanket. Hara waved d hello saying she was busy but meet Brenda on the next blanket. Shara introduced Gina whom she was fingering like a puppet as she shamelessly stuck her tongue out at me saying she will catch me when they are done. Shara and Gina returned to fingering and wildly kissing each other. Next to them was a buxom freckled long curly redhead I assumed was Shara’s girlfriend Brenda who wanted to meet me. I introduced myself and immediately Brenda noticed the pink kerchief in my back pocket. Complimenting me on the signal Brenda promising me I won’t leave the beach without getting rode. Demanding why I was still dressed Brenda told me to get naked like the rest of the girls. I quickly stripped showing off my muscular but slim hair free body. Smiling Brenda complemented me that she liked what she saw.



Brenda offered to massage my body with suntan oil which was always a good icebreaker to get to know someone better. Grabbing her special scented massage oil Brenda straddled my thighs and went to work massaging my body. In the meantime Shara and Gina stopped playing taking time out to say hello and welcome to their blanket. I acted like I never saw Shara naked before but at a nude beach it was supposed to be no big deal so I just gave a wink put my head down and enjoyed the massage. Shara didn’t want the other girls to know about our fun at my place. Shara did tell Brenda all about my strapon experiences from the past which made Brenda’s pussy wet. After their welcome, Shara and Gina slipped into 69ing right next to us oblivious of everything on the beach. I was sure there’s going to be a lot of firsts for me today so I tried as hard as I could to ignore the couple eating each other’s pussies. Brenda was beginning to turn me on pushing her fingers into the crack of my ass teasing me by goosing my asshole with a finger to see how I responded. When she heard me begin to moan pushing my hips upward into her finger she didn’t hesitate as she began finger fucking my asshole with her right middle finger massaging my shoulders and back with the other. I could feel her hooking her finger into my butthole pulling towards my head testing the strength of my muscles.



Whispering in my ear she told me after feeling my asshole she knew I wasn’t a virgin telling me she is going for a test drive later.



Rolling me over Brenda sat on my thighs facing me massaging my chest, belly, and slowly working her hands into my groin. Showing no signs of embarrassment she started massaging my cock and balls until I was rock hard. Pouring oil all over her “D” size breasts Brenda rubbed them all over my chest belly and massaged my cock in the crack between. Finding me begging for her pussy to my amazement she straddled my hips and started to lower herself on my cock stopping only to tell me she was on the pill and then swallowed my cock with her pussy. Shara stopped eating Gina long enough to start giggling telling Brenda that she must like her new friend now that she has me pinned down to the sand. Pinching my nipples and looking into my eyes Brenda chuckled to Shara that she could never pass up a hard cock. Giving me a slow grinding screw I could feel her twisting and squeezing her vagina muscles as she slowly rose up and down.



Then to my amazement my ex-wife Judi strolled up stark naked arm in arm with a girlfriend named Tony stopping to talk to Shara. Brenda never missed a beat continued fucking me giving a wave to Judi who finally noticed me. Only Shara knew we had been married but kept the secret from the other girls. Judi finally noticed me under Brenda telling me I found my proper place with a lady on my back. Brenda wondered where we met. Judi said it was a long story. Judi looked rather jealous I didn’t think she cared now that we’re both single and she was experimenting with her lesbianism. I could hear Shara inviting Judy and her girlfriend Tony to her birthday party. They accepted the invitation telling Shara that they would be delighted to help celebrate. Judi strolled around to the other side of the blanket where Brenda was still fucking me. Judi asked Brenda where we had met and Brenda giggled out right here on a blanket about a half hour ago. Kicking sand in my face Judi called me a fucking bastard leading Tony further down the beach to a more private place. Brenda told me that she sure sounds like a real bitch today and continued fucking me anyway. I watched Brenda’s beautiful body heaving up and down on my cock as she frantically rubbed her clitoris until she came. Slowly pulling off of my cock so that I wouldn’t shoot, Brenda finished her orgasm sitting on my belly falling forward kissing me passionately thanking me for the orgasm.



Leading me by my stiff cock into the ocean we swim out beyond the waves into each other’s arms trying desperately to stay afloat and kissing at the same time. Brenda told me she doesn’t normally fuck every guy she sees on the beach but Shara filled her in about losing my girlfriend. Squeezing my balls underwater she told me that she was not going to let them go until I filled her in about Judi and my muscular asshole. I told her that ten years ago I was married to Judi in a relationship that didn’t work because of her lesbianism. I confessed that I had a well trained asshole because my girlfriend in my last relationship took my cherry with a strapon dildo fucking me two to three times a week after that. Brenda let go of my balls wrapping her arms and legs around me forcing me to swim for both of us as she gave me a long passionate French kiss. Brenda told me in a sexy voice that I may be in luck because she happened to bring a harness and dildo in her purse in hopes she could find someone on the beach to bend over. Brenda told me that my ex-wife Judi who is now making out with her girlfriend Tony will get a real eye opener if she sees me getting fucked in the ass right on the beach by a beautiful bisexual woman. Before I could even say yes Brenda told me that she is quite experienced having strapon fucked both men and women and is particularly fond of fucking unwilling women’s asses.



Leading me back to the blanket by my cock Shara and Gina had finally finished eating each other’s pussies and were drinking some wine and smoking a joint. Brenda asked her girlfriends if they didn’t mind her fucking me with a strapon. Both girls started giggling already high from the pot handing the joint to Brenda to take a few puffs. Asking Brenda for a drag she refused telling me she wanted me to feel every last inch of the dildo when she was fucking me. Shara told me that I will fit right in here at the beach because sexual encounters are encouraged by all the ladies who love seeing men get what they deserve. Brenda told Shara to stick to eating pussy because she was going to fuck me at the moment. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a leather harness and started buckling it to her waist. Pulling out a 10in. long 2in. diameter black silicone dildo Brenda told me that since I wasn’t a novice this may take some time to accommodate but it would give us both a good ride. Pushing it into the ring and pulling it in a place Brenda started stroking her “cock” proudly calling out to Judi that she was about to fuck her old friend in the ass. I could hear Judi cursing as she flipped Brenda off.



Pushing me on all fours Brenda said that was exactly what she wanted to do by pissing Judi off assuring she was going to watch. Giving my asshole a good greasing with her oil Brenda told me that because the dildo is bigger than what I’m used to it’s going to hurt at first but once I’m relaxed I’m going to get the best buttfucking of my life. Shara giggled saying I think he just experienced that last week baby. Shara and Gina knelt on either side of me grabbing my shoulders stopping any way of escape. Shara called me a brave man willing to take on that big daddy. Brenda kept working my asshole until she was able to almost get four fingers inside spreading me apart forcing me to relax. Once she was satisfied that she could get the tapered head inside I could feel her sliding the head of the dildo up and down my crack finding my anus. Ordering me to push out as if I was going to the bathroom Brenda began to push the large head inside. I started to struggle as Shara and Gina held me down keeping me in place. Brenda gave me a two handed spank as the head popped through my sphincter muscle easily pushing another 3in. deeper as I gave out a loud girlish scream. Ignoring my begging for relief Brenda kept rotating the dildo like a corkscrew forcing my asshole to give it up. I knew dominant women had no mercy and Brenda wasn’t any different. Brenda gave Shara and Gina high fives telling them she knew I wasn’t a rookie at buttfucking.



Brenda looked over to Judi who stopped playing with Tony looking quite jealous watching me get fucked. Brenda just laughed giving my ass another hard slap telling me Judi strapon fucked Tony’s pussy in plain sight on the beach last week. Slapping me again Brenda said this is pure beach justice saying she was probably going to enjoy watching her ex-husband getting fucked in the ass. Brenda started slowly pushing the dildo in and out spitting on my asshole and pouring oil on the dildo to get enough lubrication to push it all the way inside. I had never been fucked by a dildo this big in my life but Brenda was determined to properly break me in. Continuing to rotate her hips Brenda finally bottomed the dildo skewering me with all 10ins. I’m sure the whole beach could hear me crying out above the girl’s cheers and catcalls. Shara and Gina had to hold me down tightly to keep from prematurely pulling off the dildo. Forcibly keeping the dildo inside my violated asshole with her powerful hips Brenda celebrated by slapping my asscheeks so hard with both hands at the same time screaming at the top of her lungs that I’m totally fucked and my asshole belongs to her.



Before she started fucking me Brenda gave me a “reach around” stroking my oily cock until I was rock hard. I looked over at Judi I could see that she was steaming. I never thought she could still be so jealous I gave Brenda the go ahead to fuck me long and hard showing no mercy I even told Shara and Gina I would take turns eating their pussy while I got fucked. I didn’t know if it would make these two lesbians angry but to my surprise they agreed stipulating that because of their dislike for men they both were going to piss on my face afterwards. Brenda slowly began pistoning the dildo in and out of my tight asshole. Grabbing my ponytail Gina pulled my mouth to her pussy so I could start licking. As soon as she felt my velvety tongue separating her labia lips she knew I was experienced telling Shara she was in for a treat. Shara told Gina don’t worry she already had a sample. Slapping my ass Brenda told me to concentrate more on getting my butt fucked ordering me to squeeze down each time she pulled away. Gina started moaning telling Brenda she was going to have to get a turn with his tongue volunteering to fuck me so I could eat Brenda’s pussy.



Fucking me even harder Brenda squealed that Judi was strapping on her own dildo and she already had her lover Tony bent me over on all fours. I found out later that Judi being the older butch on the beach never wanted to be outdone loving to show off her skills. I told myself that my ex-wife Judi has come a long ways from being a prude to queen dyke of the beach. Even though Brenda was fucking my ass off I was still fantasizing about Judi fucking her sexy girlfriend and what it would be like to get fucked by her in front of all these people knowing that she used to being married to me. Meanwhile I was enjoying eating Gina’s bald pussy and getting fucked with 9in. strokes from my flaming bi-chick Brenda. Every time Brenda thrust forward she pushed my tongue deeper into Gina’s pussy making her moan louder and yank my ponytail harder. The dildo was so huge it felt like my entire body was being violated. Brenda started getting carried away clawing my back with her long fingernails scratching just short of drawing blood. She even started clawing my asscheeks forcing me to wiggle and squirm on her dildo. Shara was right when she told me that Brenda was the wildest chick on the beach. As she fucked me my own ignored erection was still rock hard dangling uselessly beneath my legs. Having sex with lesbians does have its drawbacks as all three women completely ignored my cock.



Shara who was waiting patiently for a turn with my tongue started squealing when she saw Judi wiggling the head of her dildo into Tony’s asshole saying that dyke never violates a woman’s asshole especially her bitch. Brenda blurted out that she was only doing it to show off adding that Tony has an attitude problem and the bitch deserves a good buttfucking. Giving my cheeks several slaps Brenda started bearing down hard fucking me with full force. Bending forward Brenda told me I hope you like getting fucked because it’s a nice day and I’m in the mood to fuck your ass all afternoon. Gina started instructed me to suck her clitoris. Already sticking out of its hood her huge clit was fun to suck as I personally surrounded and teased it with the tip of my tongue sucking quite hard. Gina responded by pushing her pussy into my face so hard she was almost smothering me. Women usually take a long time to orgasm but because they had been eating pussy Gina was still riding the magic carpet of her plateau stage. Grabbing the back of my head with both over hands clawing my scalp Gina started to orgasm flooding my face with come. Her whole body was shaking as she climaxed. I had never eaten a lesbian’s pussy before on the beach in front of her lesbian lovers but I could really tell her she enjoyed oral sex by how much she squirted.



Shara knelt next to Gina caressing and kissing her as Brenda continued fucking my ass complimenting me on my tongue work saying she was going to get a piece of my tongue after she fucked my asshole sore. When Gina got her breath she asked me how I learned how to eat pussy so well. Motioning over to Judi I told her I spent hours in training licking her crotch until she was satisfied. Gina said I had the best trainer because everyone on the beach brags about getting their licks from Judi. Gina looked over where Judi was fucking her lover saying she was literally pounding her into the sand. Brenda drove the dildo all the way inside of me and started rotating her hips reminding Gina if she was forgetting something. Grabbing my ponytail Gina ordered me to open my mouth telling me she rarely allows a guy to even touch her pussy let alone give her an orgasm with his tongue but she was glad she made an exception. My girlfriends know that I have a saying I’d rather piss in the guys mouth than allow him to eat my pussy so they would never let me down if I didn’t piss in your mouth drowning you in my fluids.



Gina told me that this won’t be the last time you eat my pussy take a good look at it because you got me really excited. I was staring right into her pussy. Her labia lips were excitedly swollen, her vaginal opening was dilated and wide open to fuck, and her huge clitoris was fully erect and swollen. Grabbing her pussy with her free hand she separated her labia lips squirting a jet stream right into my eyes blurring my vision. She shot another squirt over my left shoulder spraying my ass and Brenda. I could feel warm pee sliding down my crack lubricating the dildo. Brenda started cursing telling Gina to be a better shot. Pushing my mouth right into her pussy Gina started pissing into my mouth. I had to swallow fast to keep from drowning in her golden champagne. Gina had been drinking a lot of water so her urine was quite refreshing because I actually needed to drink. This seemed to turn Gina on watching me swallowing like a thirsty man in the desert without fighting prompting her to empty her bladder watching me slurp away. Holding my mouth to her pussy so I could clean it with my tongue Gina said I think we have our own portable human toilet with us today.



Brenda was getting pissed because she was doing all the work and not having any fun. Shara suggested that we all change positions telling me that if she knew earlier that I enjoyed eating pussy and drinking pee she would have invited me to the beach a long time ago. Pulling her huge dildo from my asshole leaving a gaping hole Brenda wiped it clean with a few tissues unbuckled the harness handing it to Gina. Shara suggested flipping me over on my back so Brenda and Shara helped me get into position while Gina strapped up. Looking over to Judi I could see that she was furiously fucking her lover Tony still looking at me as if fire and knives were coming out of her eyes. As soon as I was on my back Shara sat on my face settling her pussy on my mouth. Kiddingly she told me I think our friendship has taken a giant leap forward but if you’re as good today as Gina says you are it’s going to be worth it. When she felt my tongue drilling her vagina Shara settled on my mouth like last week. Just and I shot my tongue all the way into her vagina giving her a golden handshake. Shara was so startled she almost fell off my face when she felt my tongue inside her.



Kneeling behind me Gina was stroking her huge dildo and looking at my asshole. Asking Shara to lift and spread my legs in a wide “V” handing Shara my ankles. The girls had me spread wide open making my asshole and easy target for Gina. Quickly she poured more oil on the shaft easily wiggling the head of the dildo into my dilated asshole skewering me with all 10ins. I could hear Gina giving Shara a kiss celebrating my impalement. Shara was enjoying my tongue wiggling deep in her vagina slowly dancing on my mouth to the pleasures. Not to be left out I felt Brenda swallowed my cock squeezing my balls pulling them away from my body with one hand and squeezing the base of my shaft with the other to keep me from prematurely ejaculating. I could tell Gina knew her way around a cock thanking the universe that there was at least one woman willing to give me a sucking today. I couldn’t believe that I had one lesbian fucking my ass while I was eating her girlfriend’s pussy and getting my cock sucked by a wild bisexual redhead. At the same time my ex-wife Judi was jealously watching like a hawk wishing she could devour every bone in my body.



Gina had her own style of buttfucking nice, slow, and rhythmic varying the strokes using the sensuality of a skilled lesbian. I wondered how the times she had fucked Shara’s sweet ass the same way. Meanwhile Brenda was an exceptional cock tease with her mouth. I could feel her long hair covering my crotch tickling my bare flesh as she and continued sucking me expertly keeping me on the edge. I know that once she feels my tongue inside of her pussy I will have won over her charms and possibly found a new girlfriend. Shara desired to turn around so that her pussy was easier for me to service. Flipping around and facing my head Shara was able to rub her pussy and all over my lips from chin to nose fucking my face. Brenda decided to sit back in the saddle and fuck me again. I could feel her frantically rolling a ribbed condom over my cock sliding it down the shaft stroking a few times to make sure that it was sealed. Straddling my hips facing Gina she grabbed my ankles for support she slowly lowered herself swallowing my cock with her well developed pussy. Keeping me inside I could feel her squeezing her vagina muscles tightly around my shaft with enough of pressure to keep me hard forever. I caressed Shara with one hand and Brenda with the other stroking their thighs reassuring both of them that I was enjoying pleasuring them. After Brenda came aboard Gina shoved the dildo all the away into my asshole giving Brenda a long French kiss.

This is Chapter 2 of a literary fiction series. As in the previous chapter, the characters have been based on real people with real feelings, fears, emotions and of course body parts. Therefore the 36DDD dumb blond with a perfect silhouette who wanted to screw all of China in a single night is STILL NOT in this story nor will she ever be. I suggest you look elsewhere if you want to find her.



For those looking to partake of a GOOD erotic story with an actual story line that will touch both your heart and your hormones, I hope you truly enjoy my work and please leave feedback.



While this chapter has been written in a manner where it can be enjoyed as a stand alone, it is best understood and truly appreciated after having read Chapter 1 which, if you haven’t as of yet, I invite you to do first. I’m currently working on the additional chapters to complete the story at various levels with more submissions coming soon. Ideas are always welcome and considered.



ALL CHARACTERS ARE DEFINITELY OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE




Chapter 2 – The light after the storm



I awoke in pitch black darkness to the most vivid wet dream I’d ever experienced. It was so real; I could still feel her wet lips encompassing my rigid rod from the amazing blowjob I had dreamt about. Yet, they were still there, bobbing up and down in the darkness on my pole, a feeling of euphoria overcoming me. Was I still asleep? Had I not actually awaken?



Chassidy, the older brunette of my two younger sisters both of whom had declared their undying love to me in the middle of a cat-5 hurricane the night before, was still sleeping soundly next to me. Her nude flesh pressed against mine, her right breast resting on my chest with the left pressing into my ribcage. Marissa, the younger Latina-Caucasian mix sister and admittedly the one I had fallen in love with first several years ago was gone though.



I felt a warm wet softness run the length of my rigid manhood from base to the tip and I realized I was not in a dream. Marissa had taken it upon herself to give me a blowjob while I slept and didn’t realize that I had actually awoken from it. Enjoying the sensation of her twenty-three-year old eager yet inexperienced mouth, I laid back on my pillow and let her enjoy herself. After all, she had been disappointed when Chassidy had taken and swallowed my load the night before during our first session of love. Marissa had declared the next one to be hers and I wouldn’t want our new special family situation to begin tainted by jealousy after just one day.



It was perhaps the hardest thing I’d ever done, to stay quiet while she eagerly engulfed my rod. I wanted to breathe heavy, to encourage her on, to let her know how much I was thoroughly enjoying her work, to grab her beautiful black hair and make love to her sweet mouth. She thought I was asleep though and thus I bit my tongue to make not a sound. If she wanted my cum load in secret, she was going to have it alright.



I felt the stirring in my groin, the tell-tale signs of my impending explosion to come but still I stayed silent. Unawares of the eruption to soon come though obviously hoping and prying for its arrival, Marissa continued her continual sucking spree, teaching herself to take just a little more in her mouth with every downward stroke.



There was another sound in the room though as well. I heard a distinct wet, slippery sound that was increasing in both volume and speed and being accompanied by a slight jiggle to the bed. When Marissa actually broke off from her oral work for a moment to let out a quick series of short breathes, I realized then that she was touching herself too while she worked my pole and was nearing her own orgasm. Her renewed oral vigor on my prick when she returned to it told me she wasn’t far from orgasm which sped up my own orgasmic progression two-fold.



I couldn’t help but grunt when the waves of pleasure hit me, causing me to empty all my love into my eager sister’s mouth. I was delirious, hallucinating, flying through the clouds of heaven. The surprising force of my unannounced load caused Marissa to yelp and then moan incessantly as she tried to keep it all in. The bed around my legs shook uncontrollably as I knew her moans, which sent heavenly vibrations through my engulfed staff, were the signs of her own ripping orgasm.



She sucked me like a milkshake, trying to get that last little drop of sweet vanilla from the bottom through the straw. In this case it was more like a salty vanilla shake I imagined. When convinced that she hadn’t missed a drop, she let me go, my thoroughly cleaned manhood falling exhausted onto my pelvis.



“That was amazing,” I said once she had taken her rightful place on the bed to my left. She wrapped her leg around mine and I felt the sopping wetness of her matted bush against my skin.



“You were supposed to be asleep,” she whispered back with a giggle. “But Chassidy was right; you are absolutely delicious. Guess there goes that innocence thing you loved so much about me though.”



I kissed her on the forehead. “Nah…, you still look innocent and that’s all I wanted. I think I prefer your naughtiness.” She laid her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest.



“I love you, Jerry.” Marissa sighed. I told her I loved her too more than anything in the world. Chassidy stirred on my right, her arm extending across my chest hugging me closer to her like a teddy bear. ‘My sweet love, Jerry,’ she was speaking in her sleep, obviously dreaming about me as well.



“Wow, she really loves you just as much as I do, Jerry,” Marissa whispered giving me a little jab in the ribs. “I bet you’re feeling pretty good about yourself right now. Not many guys can make that claim.” It was the greatest feeling; being loved and loving back two beautiful women at the same time. Life just couldn’t get any better than that.



“Yeah, I’m feeling pretty good alright; like a king really.” Marissa leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, a similar salty taste to that which Chassidy had a few hours before when we had finished the first time.



“You deserve it, really. So any pointers you got for me? How’d I do for my first full blowjob?” Her hand snaked down my body and finding my now flaccid and exhausted manhood, she tickled the tip with a few fingers.



“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a pro.” She giggled at my response.



“Can I ask you a question?” She didn’t really wait for my answer to continue. “What was it about me that made you fall in love with me so long ago? For me, it was your strength and protection that I always felt when I was around you. I knew I would always be safe with you nearby.”



“For me, it was his eyes, his smile and his amazing, fun personality,” Chassidy spoke apparently having woken up as well and hearing our conversation.



“Sorry we woke you sweetie,” I replied squeezing her closer to me. “You both really thought that, huh?” Chassidy kissed my cheek and then rolled over, stretching her arms in a yawn. “I’m flattered.”



“For you,” I was looking at Marissa first, “it was the sweet innocence like I said. You were always so sweet and cute; you made me feel like I really was someone important for you.”



“You always have been very important,” she replied, “I needed you more than anybody. I need you now even more.”



I smiled though she couldn’t see it and continued, “…Not to mention your beautiful black hair, amazing chocolate eyes and sweet Latina ass.” That got a giggle from her but Chassidy was feeling a little left out as she leaned up on her elbow and directed my face toward her.



“What about me? You said you realized you were falling for me when you heard me say I loved you yesterday. What was it about me that made you fall then?” There was a slight tone of jealousy there and I started to realize that I’d have to be careful with just how much time I spent with either one of them alone. They were willing to share but they both loved me and jealousy could easily ruin everything.



“Oh sweetie,” I caressed her face with my hand, letting her nuzzle it with her cheek. I had seen the day before that she really liked nuzzling. “You’ve always had an amazing energetic spirit, full of life, ready to take the day. You’re strong and outgoing which I love about you. Yet at the same time, like I saw last night, you’ve also got that bit of innocence and timidity about you too.”



“Don’t worry, Jerry baby,” she replied leaning forward for a kiss on my lips. “You’re always going to be my king too. You can watch over me and keep me safe until your heart is content and then some. Still…,” I felt a soft flesh brushing against my cheek in the darkness, realizing she was dragging her breasts up near my face. “You love Marissa’s hair and ass though…, there’s nothing physical about me that you particularly enjoy?”



“Oh there are lots of things,” I replied, nearly tripping over my tongue. “You are just absolutely stunning to begin with; your brunette curls, your hazel eyes, your delicious lips, your astounding breasts, your shaved pussy…”



“You shave your vagina?” Marissa butted in incredulous to the fact. “Doesn’t that hurt?”



“Not if you’re careful sis. I thought all girls did it though.” Chassidy sounded like the older sister again, teaching her younger sibling about the ways of the birds and bees.



“Well apparently I never received the memo,” Marissa answered. Her nervous tone had returned. “So I guess you preferred hers to mine last night, did you Jerry?”



“Not in the least baby doll,” I stroked her hair with my fingers. “I loved Chassidy’s shaved pussy just like I loved your natural one. They were both absolutely divine, trust me.” This was going to be a little harder than I thought keeping a balance between them.



“Well, what do you prefer? I can shave it too if you want. Chassidy can show me how,” Marissa had rolled over to be leaning above me now, her bush pressing directly with force into my leg and her cone-shaped breasts pointing like daggers with her long erect nipples directly at my chest.



“Listen,” I tried to sound as reassuring as I knew how. “I love you both for exactly who you are. You are both so beautiful, absolutely amazing women and I will always love you and find you incredibly sexy; shaved,” I directed that word toward Chassidy, “or natural.” I looked back at Marissa.



That solved the problem, at least temporarily, as they both said ‘awww, how sweet’ and ‘you’re the best’ while wrapping their arms around my neck and hugging me dearly. “We love you, Jerry.”



“And I love you both dearly,” I squeezed them tightly to me on the words ‘you both.’



“Sounds like the storm is gone,” Chassidy remarked when they had released me. “Want to open up the door and get some light in here? I’m also a bit hungry. What do you guys say about breakfast?”



“Is it really time for breakfast? What time is it even?” Marissa asked. We all agreed that we had no idea but that I should get dressed and check out the situation outside; start taking off the shutters if it was safe. In the meantime, my ‘two little women’ as they referred to themselves would see about making something to eat like a sandwich or the like.



We found the flashlight but before I was able to shine it on them and actually see their fantastic figures in the flesh, they stopped me short. “I know you’ve felt every part of our bodies with your hands, Jerry, but you’ve never seen us with your eyes. I’d like it to be special the first time; not like this with a flashlight. Please?” Marissa asked. Chassidy immediately agreed with her and so it was decided that I would search out my clothes on my own and dress, then bring them back the light to dress while I was outside.



To say that I was a little disappointed in not seeing their naked flesh immediately would be an understatement. Still, I had read enough articles on the internet to know that in a relationship between a man and a woman, or in my case women, the fairer sex made the rules if there was to be harmony in the home.



Besides, it was a simple request and the more I thought about it, the sweeter I held it to be. After all, that moment of sharing your nude body with the person you love for the first time was very impacting, usually being remembered in the mind forever. If they wanted to set the stage to make it the best possible moment for our mutual enjoyment, then who was I to say different? After all, it was no longer a question of if I would see them both; it was when.



I found my jeans and a shirt, left the boxers aside since they weren’t readily available where I was searching and took the flashlight back to them, making sure to shut it off before I entered the room.



“Here’s the light. I’m going outside now,” I announced. They wished me luck and to be very careful. I then received a full lip kiss from Chassidy who had to lift herself up on her tip-toes to reach me now that we were standing. Marissa then had her turn; I even had to bend down a few inches to reach her even though she stood on her tip-toes as well. That’s what happens when you fall in love with someone who is more than a foot shorter than you. I was strongly tempted to just lift her up by her bare ass and spread her legs around my waist to give her a more comfortable kiss but I figured that was not the moment for such sexy embraces.



After leaving the room, I unbolted the front door preparing myself for whatever shock I might find outside. The light that poured in though was unbearably painful after having been in complete darkness for so long so it took a good five minutes to accustom myself to seeing once more. Finally my eyes adjusted and I walked out the door, closing it behind me.



The first thing I noticed was the overcast sky and the still air and then I saw the flooded road. The swales had filled and spilled over the road with water rising most of the way up my front yard. A little further down the street, someone had left their car in the road which had turned out to be a big mistake as the hood was completely underwater, not to mention the tires. That car was never going to start again.



There were trees toppled everywhere and others were leaning severely to the right. Palm branches floated down the road along with the occasional turned over trash can. There was also a downed electrical wire going straight into the lake that had been Whitney Drive. I hoped nobody would be so stupid as to actually step into that electrified water.



I walked around the house, found the tree that had toppled in the neighbor’s back yard. Lucky for us, the tree had fallen in the opposite direction saving my back fence and potentially my third bedroom from damage. Aside of that, there wasn’t much wrong with my yard at all. A few palm leaves to take off the pool cover was about the extent of our issues. My neighbors to the east, however, had been better off returning to their home up north the week prior. Their roof was completely blown off, peeled back like an opened tomato soup can.



Finishing my initial round of the house, I started taking off the shutters from the windows. It took a long time and it was hard work, made worse by the still muggy air which made me sweat profusely. Still, I focused on the fact that my two beautiful sisters were inside and my work was going to make their lives, not to mention my own, a little more comfortable. Being the man of the family, especially with two women to care for, meant a lot of responsibility for me now but it was one that I gladly accepted. Marissa and Chassidy were definitely worth it.



“Care for a drink there handsome?” Chassidy had stepped outside with a tall glass of juice. I was amazed just how chilled it still was though I knew we’d best be careful how many times we opened the fridge. It could be awhile before the power came back.



I was even more amazed to see Chassidy in the light though. She was even more beautiful to me than before even if her hair was a little out of order at the moment. She had put on a red knee-length dress with a white belt and a deep v-cut neckline offering an enticing view of beautiful cleavage. She had always been pretty but I figured it must have been our intimacy that we shared which made her look extra hot to me now.



“Thanks,” I gave her back the empty glass.



“Looks pretty bad out here,” she said glancing around. “I’m so glad we were safe. Looks like we were lucky though compared to the neighbors.” I agreed.



“Um…, listen Jerry,” she sounded solemn and worried so I stopped my work to concentrate on her instead. “I’m thinking my condo probably didn’t fair well in all of this. If that’s the case, could I maybe… just move in here with you?”



I looked at her a little confused. “Didn’t you and Marissa just say a little while ago that you were now my women? Well how are we going to be a family if you two aren’t living here with me? I thought we had already established that as a given.” A huge smile spread across her face.



“Well…,” she batted her eyes at me playfully, “Marissa and I were thinking so…, but we figured we’d better check to be sure. Thanks Jerry, you’re the sweetest.” She turned to go back inside but stopped short just a moment. “Oh…, Marissa said to tell you that the water is definitely out so we’re going to have to figure out bathing arrangements.”



“Ah,” I saluted her with two fingers. “I’ll take the cover off the pool and we can all bathe there.”



“Ooohh,” she feigned a timid modesty like she was afraid of the idea. “A public bath with you two? I don’t know about that.” She smiled at me and blew me a kiss before going back inside. Damn it was good to be me!



It was the hottest, muggiest time of the day when I finally finished removing the shutters and then the pool cover. That water definitely looked inviting but I figured I ought to wait on them. After all, they were possibly planning something for us to do and I didn’t want to spoil it by jumping in early.



“My loves?” I called out to them upon entering the house again. It was still hot inside but at least we could see and the heat could escape a little.



“In the bath amor,” Marissa’s voice rang out. Chassidy’s followed from the same area. I was a little disconcerted as I thought we were going to save that water for flushing the toilet. Since they were bathing though, I decided to go ahead and freshen up myself with a dip in the pool. I had sweated way too much for my own good.



I stripped off my clothes never having put on boxers and dove into the refreshing water fully nude. The cool water was like ice on my hot body and with only a few dives to the bottom and back up I felt completely renewed. “Jerry?” Chassidy’s voice called out looking for me. “Where are you sweetie?” Honestly, the little cute names of love we were calling each other was getting to be confusing but I figured that happened to all new couples while they settled into that ‘special’ name for each other. Well, in my case there were going to be two special names I’d have to decide on.



“Out here, Chass,” I called to her. “Needed to take a bath after sweating so much.”



She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips out. That was classic Chassidy when she was pretending to be upset. “But… I thought… weren’t we…didn’t you want all of us to go together?”



“You guys were already bathing in the bathtub…, weren’t you?” I swam to the edge of the pool, my arms starting to tire of just floating in place.



“No,” she threw her arms in the air, exasperated. “I was just helping Chassidy with… a girl thing. We’ve got sandwiches made in here, Jerry.”



I felt like an ass. Of course they had common sense enough to save the water for its intended purpose after all. “I’m sorry, love. I’ll be out in a minute to eat.” Just then Marissa appeared at the door as well, dressed in a pleated skirt and sleeveless blouse. She was also even more beautiful than the day before. Even my groin in that cold water agreed as he started to recuperate from his shriveled cold state.

“Hurry mi amor,” Marissa called out, tugging on Chassidy’s arm. “That means ‘my love’ by the way, baby. That’s going to be my little name for you. I’ve got a little… game set up for us while we eat.” The way she had said the word game left me thinking a million dirty thoughts. Was this it? Was this the moment I was finally going to lay my eyes on them both? Oh, I sure hoped so.



I wasn’t even thinking about my own nude state when I stepped out of the pool. I was so used to swimming nude on my own that I didn’t even think about them standing there. When my wet body was on the deck, both girls clasped their hands to their mouths in astonishment. Just my fantasy thoughts of the game had had a strong effect and I was in that in-between state of not being hard yet still being fully filled out.



“Wow love,” Chassidy exclaimed. “You’re giving me second thoughts as to that game. Part of me just wants to strip and take you now!”



“You’re like a work of art mi amor,” Marissa added. “A fantastic Greek god who has descended to make all the women of Earth fall in love with him. Heaven knows I have! Damn!”



I blushed, still unaccustomed to that kind of positive feedback from girls though these two had loaded me with compliments, kisses and reasons for feeling like a king all night and day. I dried off with a towel I kept on the porch for when I felt like a dip and then dressed with my back to them both into my jeans and shirt once more much to the audible disappointment of them both. If they wanted to see more, it was going to have to be through the game I figured.



We all sat on the tile floor where we had first begun our loving adventures the night before. The rising of Marissa’s skirt teased me with the sight that was just beyond my vision under her crossed legs. I tried to sneak a peek of her panties beneath but she caught me and pushed her skirt down just enough to prevent my viewing anymore.



“You’ll see them soon enough, amor,” she said. Chassidy set the plate of sandwiches on a short table nearby and we each grabbed one. They had obviously worked hard on those delicious sandwiches, some of which were actually cut into little heart shapes and I complimented them on a fine job.



“Well, here’s the game,” Marissa explained after thanking me for the compliments. “It’s something they play at school but… I’ve modified it a little for us. Each of us will decide four actions that are going to be associated with four of the cards. I’ll take deuces, Jerry threes, Chass fours and so on up to kings. Aces are going to be winner’s choice.”



I was already thinking of what action I wanted to put on the cards though Marissa obviously read my thoughts and stated that complete stripping wasn’t allowed. The actions could only be one specific article at most but when the cards ran out, we would each be able to change two penalties a piece. They were both wearing skirts and dresses so I knew one of mine already.



“Once that’s done, we’ll each receive three cards. One will be the play card; the other two will be penalty cards that we apply to each of the other two players. Then each player’s play card will be compared to the others’ cards and the loser between the pair would end up doing the penalty that the winner’s card stated.” Honestly, I was a little confused but the idea of my two beautiful sisters having to do penalties was definitely nice. I figured I’d learn as we went anyway.



For the twos Marissa chose 10 jumping jacks; the threes I wanted to choose just a random article of clothing but Marissa explained that it had to be specific so I went for the bra. Fours were jeans, obviously mine as no one else was wearing any, and fives were a French kiss. Sixes were my choice so I decided to make it a pose – knees up to the chin and legs spread wide. It wasn’t lost on either one of them exactly what I wanted to see by my pose choice either.



Chassidy went with the classic doggy-style pose for sevens and Marissa said shirts for eights; nines became panties and Chassidy chose a sexy dance for tens. Marissa decided to make Chassidy’s dress be jacks. I made the most difficult pose in the game for queens, the feet behind the head which made both of them cringe. Chassidy fired back with skirts for kings.



It was an interesting mix of penalties, many of which would not apply to me of course while some didn’t apply to them either. It was the setting for a very interesting game to be sure and I couldn’t wait to get started.



Marissa dealt the cards just as she said, three to each. I received a seven, a six and a jack. Apparently we had to set the cards down face down, the play card in the middle with each penalty card on either side for that particular player. I chose my jack for the play card, afraid I would lose if I went lower and put the six to Chassidy and the seven to Marissa. After all, Marissa had that Latina ass that I so loved to see.



On the count of three, we all flipped the play card. My jack beat Chassidy’s 10 but Marissa had played a queen. I flipped over the six I had chosen for Chassidy and Marissa flipped over the eight for me and the three for Chassidy. She was going to have to lose her bra AND give that lovely pose I designed whereas I just had to lose my shirt.



Honestly I didn’t mind at all. They had already seen me naked and that was inevitable anyway so I just yanked it off and tossed it to Marissa. She had won it after all.



Chassidy announced that she was in luck as she wasn’t even wearing a bra anyway which caught my attention quickly but she raised her knees up as high as they would go and then parted them in a wide split that showed Marissa and me both her black satin panties covering the beautiful vulva that I had so enjoyed playing with the night before. With her panties on full display like that, my groin jumped into action, growing in strength quickly as I became quite excited.



My brunette baby went to close her legs when Marissa dealt the cards again but she was stopped, being told by Marissa that she would have to stay that way until the end of this next hand. I was still anxious to get a nine but alas, I didn’t on that round either. I got instead a king, an eight and a jack.



They were all interesting choices; Marissa’s skirt would be great for the king, the jack definitely had to go to Chassidy for her dress but that left only an eight which meant I probably wasn’t going to win against either of them. On the other hand, the eight would make Marissa lose her shirt and the king would make sure I won so I decided to play it that route — the safe route.



On three we flipped the play cards again. Chassidy and I had both played kings while Marissa had gone with just a ten.



“What do we do now?” I asked Marissa looking at the tying numbers. She explained that they voided each other out and no penalty was given. Marissa on the other hand had to lose her shirt from my eight and her bra from Chassidy’s four. I clapped my hands together in excitement. At last, I was going to see those beautiful peaks and find out if they were chocolate or strawberry!



Marissa crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her blouse slowly, sexily, enticingly pulling it up her abdomen, her white bra beneath and finally over her head. As if being a final straw of gorgeous sexual femininity, she cocked her head to one side pulling the blouse through her long strands of black hair, slowly letting it fall back in place, then shook the hair free, running her fingers through it on both sides.



“Damn, where’d you learn to be so sexy like that?” I asked, unable to hold myself back about it. She smiled and blew me a kiss.



“I’ve watched a lot of movies,” she replied, “paying close attention to how the women seduce their men. I wanted to be ready for if I ever had a chance with you.” She winked at me, then sensually glanced to the left, pushing her bra strap down her shoulder and gently pulling it down her arm. Then she did the same on the right.



“Do you want the honors?” she asked me, turning around such that her smooth silky back was pointed at me, the final clasp of her bra that held it in place enticingly placed just inches from my fingers. I jumped at the chance, my fingers fumbling with the clasp for nearly a minute before I finally was able to undo it completely. With her back to me, Marissa tossed her brassiere over her shoulder and covered herself with a hand and arm before turning around.



“Now that’s not fair,” I exclaimed but she said there was nothing in the rule that said she had to show them off yet, just had to lose the bra. I saw where she was going with this, a sensual tease that was doing wonders to my groin as it stood on end in anticipation.



She wanted to pass the cards to me to deal but I refused, telling her she had to do it herself thinking that might make her let go. It didn’t though; she just dealt with one hand only, the same as she played the hand. I got what I wanted that time though, the nine I had so longed to get. The problem was I got not just one but two of them and a four.



The four was only good for jeans; my jeans to be precise while the nines were for panties. I so wanted to play both nines as penalties but I knew that four wouldn’t win a thing so I had to choose. Play a nine with one penalty not applying while the other lost her panties IF my other nine would actually beat her; but which girl did I play it on?



I chose Chassidy for no other reason than the fact that she was bald down there. If I was lucky enough to win, at least I’d actually see something whereas Marissa’s hair would cover it all from view anyway. ‘Not that I preferred Chassidy’s shaved pussy’, I told myself. It was just the simple fact of being able to see one more than the other. On the count of three, I flipped my card as did they. I should have gone the other way!



My nine lost to Chassidy’s ace but beat out Marissa’s eight and my penalty from Chassidy was a four — my jeans were done for! Marissa’s penalty was a queen, she was going to have to put her legs behind her head. If ONLY I had switched the two, that pose would have given me a perfect view of pink lips inside her naturally hairy cunt but no, I had gone the wrong way. Still, I looked forward to the panty shot I was soon to receive — after I had to take off my jeans first.



I slid them down, acting as if it was no big deal at all. In reality though, I was fully stiff by then; not throbbing, but definitely defying gravity which was received with a wild round of applause by my onlookers. Since they liked seeing me so much, I playfully gave them a stripper’s view, placing my hands behind my head and shaking myself back and forth for quite a show.



Both sets of eyes were glued to my stick; Chassidy’s hand sliding down between her crossed legs as she tensed her thighs around it and bit her bottom lip. Marissa’s hand that was over her breasts started squeezing and tweaking her left nipple, allowing the right breast to be openly viewed finally. I had been right! She did have Latina-brown nipples and on top of it, they looked like little puffy cotton balls at the tip of a triangular cone mountain, the erect nipple extending from there a solid full inch.



“Oh my God, Marissa,” I exclaimed upon seeing her. “That is the sexiest most delicious looking nipple I’ve ever seen. Damn!” My prick became even stronger as well, bouncing a little north of horizontal by the sight.



“Do you really like them?” she asked, covering herself once more. “I’ve always thought they looked really weird… all puffy and stuff. I used to think something was wrong with me until the doctor told me I was just fine.”



“They are amazing…, it’s almost like they’re designed to be sucked on…, a little sign there saying ‘place mouth here.’ I commented taking my place and crossing my legs though my rod was sticking straight into the air.



“Well, as long as you like them…,” slowly she lowered her hands away from her breasts to show me both sides. “They’re really sensitive though… you were driving me wild last night just by rolling them between your fingers.”



“Just wait ’til I roll them with my tongue then,” I chuckled and her eyes went wide, obviously enjoying the thought.



“I know what the next penalty’s going to be when we change at the end of the next two hands,” she replied and grabbed the cards. She was obviously looking forward to it as was I.



“I think you forgot something,” Chassidy reminded her and Marissa blushed.



“Damn…, I was hoping you’d forget.” She sighed and laid on her back, her knees pointed in the air. Letting as much air out of her lungs as she could, she pulled back on her knees, then grabbed a foot and slid it behind her head with obvious discomfort then followed by the other one leaving her beautiful ass pointing straight at me and her white covered panties pulled tight across her muff, outlining its contours. She was obviously wet and excited too as the moment they touched her, a darker spot began to grow in the middle of her panties.



“Oohhh,” I nearly collapsed over myself trying to hold back the excitement I felt. I was completely throbbing now, wishing deeply to plunge myself into that sweet canal and just make love to her right then.



“You’re a little worked up there, eh Marissa?” Chassidy asked with a devilish smile. Marissa blushed when her sister pointed out why it was so obvious.



It was quite interesting seeing Marissa deal the cards from that compromising position. As had been pointed out before, she couldn’t move until the next turn and my eyes weren’t moving from her either. It was the closest I’d seen as of yet and I was so looking forward to getting another nine, I could just taste it.



I received my cards and couldn’t believe my luck; a nine, a jack and an ace. There was no hesitation on my part to play the jack on Chassidy, the nine on Marissa and the ace as my play card and with great enthusiasm I turned over my ace play card….



Except Marissa had played an ace too, blocking me from winning that penalty. I just couldn’t believe my luck. Chassidy on the other hand had played a queen and so lost to both of us. Quite happy to finally move, Marissa popped out of her awkward position and turned over the penalty card for her sister. It was a nine!



In one quick swoop, Chassidy went from being the most dressed in the game to completely naked just like me. Her face was classic when she realized the powerful combination against her; the jack and nine together. She went backwards from what I expected though, removing first the panties from beneath her dress and tossing them to Marissa.



Chassidy then stood up and placed herself directly in front of me. She had every intentions of showing me all that she had. “Stand up,” she held out her hand to me. “You’ve been waiting long enough so now you’re going to get all of me.” She placed my hands on her straps that had held up the dress and then undid the belt while I pushed the straps to the side in a manner similar to what Marissa did with her bra earlier. In a matter of seconds, Chassidy’s bare breasts were exposed, their beautiful modest teardrop shape enticing to be caressed; her little strawberry nipples fully erect and excited though nothing compared to her younger sister’s in size.



When I stopped to admire the scenery up close, Chassidy put her hands over mine and guided them slowly down her body, pulling the garment down as we went. About halfway down, I had to bend my knees and squat so as to continue the downward play. That put her pussy lips directly at eye level when they were at last revealed.



They made a perfect ‘W’, tightly closed though each side of her vulva being quite rounded and full, the lips retreating upward a noticeable amount before finally meeting and pressing tightly against its sister. The only break in the perfect crack of her tight lips was at her clitoral hood which forked the crack to either side the last inch or two of her pussy up to her bare pubic area.



I couldn’t help but lay my hand on her, gently rolling my finger along that beautiful snatch which I noticed had been shaved more closely than the night before. The throbbing of my cock was obvious as it wavered back and forth in the open air and before she knew what happened, I leaned forward and gave her a peck kiss on those sweet Venusian lips.



“Oh my!” she exclaimed when I did. “I might have to start kissing you with those lips from now on.” She backed away from me and crossed her legs to sit down, not bothering to cover herself in the least. “Especially a good French kiss, what do you say?” she asked me excitedly, her eyes wild with the possibilities of passion.



“It’ll be the best penalty I’ve ever been forced to do,” I replied. “That’s a VERY sweet pussy, love. Damn…, damn…, damn!” I had wrapped my fingers around my cock, slowly caressing myself without realizing that I had done it. Marissa was watching me, her hand also finding its way down south.



“Last hand before we change penalties,” she announced, taking in a deep breath. I looked at her and she looked back. There was a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous look upon her face as she fiddled with the cards. I saw her slide a card into place after having looked at it but I didn’t say a word. We were having fun whether or not we played by the rules after all.



I wasn’t truly surprised to see that I got an ace and another nine. The two somewhat surprised me but I figured it would be nice to see naked jumping jacks after all. Now if I wasn’t paying attention, perhaps I might not have noticed but this was in fact the fifth nine in the deck or so she would have me believe. It was plainly obvious what she wanted at this point as it was the last hand before we switched penalties. I played the ace with the two for Chassidy and the nine for Marissa.



Chassidy played a king which I had the feeling was supposed to be the penalty for herself that Marissa had planned. She had played a lowly seven after all against my ace. The penalties: Chassidy had 10 jumping jacks, Marissa lost her panties and… it turned out Chassidy had played the six; the knees up, upskirt pose! Hell yeah!



“Well shucks,” Marissa said with a wink at me then turned to Chassidy. Though it hadn’t been a rule outright, we had basically established that the single penalty person would go first and Chassidy stood up. Turning directly toward me, she did 10 jumping jacks though each one seemed to have an extra jump to them allowing her breasts to bounce and jiggle to the maximum much to my delight before she sat back down again crossing her legs.



Marissa technically could have done the split first but she had planned this out perfectly and so chose to stand up and remove her panties from beneath the skirt before sitting back down, her knees together and up near her chin.



“I believe this is what you’ve been waiting to see,” she said scooting a lot closer to me so that I was only a foot away. “Feel free to lay on the floor first if you’d like a closer inspection,” she offered, her knees still together. I decided that was a superb idea and laid on my stomach only inches from her toes. It was a bit uncomfortable for my rock solid hard-on but I didn’t care. This was the moment I was waiting on.



Marissa pushed her bottom into her feet a little tighter and then slowly spread her legs eagle. The very first thing I noticed was that her entire bush was gone!



“What do you think?” she asked. “Chassidy showed me how earlier.” I was speechless, only my heavy panting which I’m sure she felt between her lips could be heard. Whereas Chassidy was rounded, Marissa was a lot tighter. If she were standing, I was sure her vulva lips would have made more of a straight wide ‘V’ than the typical ‘U’ of most women. I could tell she was tighter though because in her spread state, the lips were actually spread open as well forming a tight oval but with a pointed top and bottom. The outer vulva was also a darker brown than the rest of her body while her vaginal orifice and inner lips were a soft pink. Her clit was peeking out from its hood and, like her nipples further up, was a bit longer in length than most pictures I had ever seen online. It also had a little throb to it, marking the accelerated rate of her heartbeat.

Louise watched in fascination and some jealousy as Steve masterfully made love to Dorothy Kaiser. Robby, Steve and Louise were watching the video tape Robby had made during Steve and Dorothy’s encounter in the motel room. It was Monday afternoon.



Robby commented, “Despite the low light, the details are very sharp and clear. You can clearly identify both the people. Hell, it’s nearly good enough for a porn movie!” Then, seeing Louise’s frown, he wisely shut up.



Louise looked over at Steve, “Well, you certainly made it believable, didn’t you?” she said a little testily.



“Look, Louise, I’m not going to say that I didn’t enjoy it. I mean, Dorothy is pretty fantastic. But, I’m still with you on this. You need the protection that this tape can provide. And, after all, didn’t you yourself say to be easy on her, that you like her a little yourself?” Steve had not been provoked. He had initially been against Louise even seeing the tape. He had wanted to keep it between himself and Robby. But she had insisted.



Robby said, “There’s also an audio tape. In it, you can hear them addressing each other as ‘Steve’ and ‘Dorothy’.”



“It’s a good thing that Robby knows his electronics,” Steve said. “Most of the equipment he needed came right from work. He did a good job, too.”



Louise came out of her reverie. On the screen, Steve and Dorothy were rushing toward a mutual orgasm. Their cries and moans could be heard clearly on the video tape.



“This morning,” Robby said, “I went into work a little early, and made one copy each of the video and audio tape. One copy is yours to keep, the other can be given to Ms. Kaiser as evidence that you mean business. I think that once she sees herself on the tape, she’ll be willing to keep quiet.”



“Yes,” she said absently to Robby. “Thank you.” She squeezed his hand. She suddenly seemed sad.



“Well, I’ve got to go, Louise. I’m expected back at work,” Robby said, getting up. “Besides, I think you and Steve have some talking to do.”



Louise walked him out the door. On the porch, she gave him a hug and said, “Please don’t be a stranger, Robby. I know that things can’t be the way they were, but I’d still like to see you from time to time.”



“Hey, I’ll be around,” Robby answered. “Besides, Steve’s a nice guy. He’ll take good care of you.” Mock-sternly, Robby said, “I approve of that young man.”



Louise gave a little laugh, hugged him again, and sent him on his way.



Inside, Steve had rewound the tape and put it back in its box. Louise sat down with him on the couch and said, “Well, what do you think we should do next?”



“Well, it’s your call Louise, but I think we should follow the original plan. Contact Dorothy Kaiser, show her the tape, and tell her that if she reports you to the authorities, we’ll send a copy of the tape to her husband.”



“Okay, agreed,” Louise said. Then, a bit hesitantly, she said, “What about us, Steve? You certainly looked like you had a good time with that woman. Am I out of the picture now?” Tears brimmed in Louise’s eyes, and she sniffled.



Steve patted the couch next to him, and Louise slid gratefully over to him. She curled up in his arms, and they kissed tenderly. “Louise, you are not out of the picture by any means. I think you are very special, and I love making love to you. But I do admit that I sort of like Dorothy Kaiser, too. I wish that there was some way that we didn’t have to coerce her into staying quiet.”



Curled up in his arms, Louise thought over her options. She could give Steve an ultimatum: Dorothy or her. She could let Steve go altogether. Or, she could reluctantly try a compromise and share Steve with Dorothy.



She did not want to risk alienating Steve by issuing an ultimatum. She certainly did not want to give Steve up altogether and miss out on some of the best loving she’d ever had. Louise sighed deeply, looked up at Steve and said, “Kiss me, honey. I need to be kissed badly.” Steve did so.



Then, Louise said, “Well, I suppose that there is a way that both Dorothy and I could have you. We would have to work out an arrangement to, um, share you between us. How do you feel about that?”



“Well,” Steve said, “I am not a dummy, Louise. The though of having both of you is very exciting to me. I would do my best to keep both of you happy.”



Louise stroked the rapidly growing bulge in his pants and asked, “How do you think Dorothy will take it?”



“About like you, but she’ll get used to it,” Steve replied. Louise’s touch was rapidly turning him on.



“Okay then,” Louise said, “let’s do this. As long as we can keep Dorothy happy, we’ll keep the existence of the tape to ourselves. But if she starts making noises like she’s going to go to the administration, we’ll start playing hardball.”



“I’m okay with that. That way, as long as everyone is discreet, we can all be friends.”



“Yeah, you rascal, and you get the best of both of us,” Louise said playfully.



Steve kissed her again, and ran his hands over her breasts. He reached down and cupped a firm buttock. “Mmmmm. How about a ‘nooner’?” he asked huskily.



“Sounds good to me,” Louise said. She got up and headed upstairs to the bedroom.



* * *



Although Louise would never have admitted it, one of the reasons she was so excited at that moment was because she had been watching Steve’s performance on the videotape. He was really a special young man, and quite a stud. After they had started cuddling, and he had reassured her, well, her pussy had begun to flow.



She quickly undressed him, then pushed him back on the bed. Still fully clothed herself, she crawled up on top of him and took his hard, hot dick into her mouth. Oh! It was so good to have a man when she wanted one! And what a man, too!



Louise genuinely loved sucking his cock, and she took as much into her mouth as she possibly could, eliciting a groan from Steve. She tongued his glans for just moment more, then reluctantly took her mouth off, and quickly undressed. Laughing, she threw herself on the bed beside him, and was soon wrapped up in his strong arms, enjoying his kisses and caresses to her breasts, thighs, and even her anus. Grunting a little, Steve whispered, “How would you like to take my cock up your little butthole sometime?”



She smiled up at him and said, “Anything for you, my darling.”



Steve planted hot, wet kisses all over her titties, and then sucked them gently. Then he quickly moved down to her dewy snatch. Throwing her legs back, he practically attacked her pussy, eating her out with gusto. He licked her rapidly but gently all around her labia, then stuck his tongue as far into her sweet pussy as he could. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he said. Louise complied, arching back so that her wet pussy with it splayed-open lips, and pink-brown dot of her butthole were displayed to Steve’s admiring gaze.



“Are you going to sodomize me now?” Louise asked.



“Not this time. But soon, baby. I’ve wanted that sweet little butthole of yours for a while now.”



Steve bent down and kissed Louise’s tight little anal pore. He held the kiss, tasting her musky asshole fully. Then he moved downward to her flowing pussy, and renewed his attentions on her labia. Finally, he moved slightly lower, and gently caught her sensitive little clitoris between his lips. Louise went ballistic, and began crying out delightedly at his ministrations. “Oh Steve darling, that feels so good! Don’t ever stop licking me! That’s right, right there, don’t stop! Oh, I’m coming! Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh!!!” She collapsed forward a little, gasping for breath, but still leaving her butt in the air.



Steve could wait no longer. He got behind Louise, and rubbed the swollen head of his cock around in her wet, slippery pussy hair and outer lips. She moaned in pleasure. Then, changing his angle slightly, he pushed his cock into her pussy. “Unngh,” he grunted in pleasure. Her pussy felt like a hot, wet, boneless fist around his cock. “How does that feel?” he asked breathlessly. Since they had begun fucking, Steve had learned to like it when they talked dirty during their loving. It increased his pleasure, and hers.



“Oh sweetie, it feels…so…good,” Louise gasped, starting to move back against him.



Steve locked his gaze on her sweet little asshole. Not today, he thought, but soon. “Are you sure that I can put my cock in your sweet little butthole?” he asked.



“I can hardly wait to feel your huge cock in my tight, hot little butthole, baby,” Louise said kittenishly.



Steve, inflamed by her words, began fucking her in earnest. He stroked her deeply and slowly at first, gradually building up speed. Louise’s pussy responded by getting wetter and, if it was possible, even tighter. Her cunt felt like a hot, sucking mouth on his cock.



Louise was rapidly approaching orgasm again. She cried out, “Oh baby, fuck me good. Swirl your dick around some. Oh, that’s good. Now in and out. Oh, just like that. Now faster!! Oh god, that’s so good! Oh baby, I’m coming again!! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhh!!” she screamed out again and again as her climax ripped through her.



Steve stroked her long enough for her to get the most out of her orgasm, then said, “My turn now, baby. I want to come all over your pretty tits!” He stroked a couple more times, then felt the sperm start to flow up his cock. “Okay, now!” he cried out.



Louise quickly leaned forward and turned around to face him. She took his cock in her mouth, taking the first couple of spurts of come down her throat, then leaned back and jerked his dick while bolt after bolt of thick, white semen jetted out of him and onto her face and breasts. Steve groaned in ecstasy while Louise milked the last sticky-hot drops of come out of his cock, then rubbed the head of his dick through the pools of come on her breasts. She finished by taking him back in her mouth, and gently suckling him for any come that was left. He collapsed on the bed, and she crawled up beside him and hugged him to her, gluing them together with his sperm. Thus reassured, Louise slipped off into a light doze.

I got up from his lap, leaning over and kissing him once more before walking away. I put one finger up and said, “wait.” And I turned and went into Lo’s room. In there I got blankets and pillows and piled them on the dresser while I got changed. I left my black G-string on, put pulled a cheerleading tank top on over my naked chest. Damn, I knew I looked hot.



I walked out and told him to stay where he was while I made a make shift bed. I was teasing him by bending over to spread the blankets out on the floor all the while my pussy lips were being spread and he was getting a great shot at my hot ass and my very wet young little pussy.



While I was doing this…teasing thing, I was not only getting him harder, but ended up getting myself soaking wet as well. Not that that was a bad thing, but I was embarrassed that it would be noticeable against my black G-string. But, just as I was thinking about worrying about dripping my juices all over the bed I was just finishing making, he came up from behind me. I only noticed because I could see that his feet were now right behind mine as I was bent over adjusting the pillows.



I smiled to myself knowing that I had just gotten this man so hard and horny that he had to come to me. I slowly slid my body down and turned around so that now I was kneeling on the ground in front of him with my legs bent at the knees and spread wide open for him. I was balancing on the pads of my feet while looking right into his eyes and found that he was looking right back.



Then slowly his eyes left mine and started their downward journey over my entire body. As his eyes fell, so did the rest of him, and he was soon on his knees and in-between my spread legs. He started to take his clothes off, and of course I didn’t help, I wanted to watch him strip for me, and he did.



I was leaning back on my elbows watching his skin come into view. He had broad shoulders and his skin was a perfect golden sun-kissed brown. His upper arms were well defined with just the right amount of muscles and his torso flexed as he lifted his shirt over his head. I could feel my juices leaking out of me, soaking through my G-string and running down my inner thighs. I knew then that I had to have been dripping all over our bed, and I didn’t care he looked as if he was mesmerized by the sight of my pussy leaking for him. There was a wet spot on the front of his jeans that didn’t go unnoticed either and I was glad that his precum was leaking out of his hard cock.



My nipples were hard and pressing into the cheerleader tank top that I was wearing and I couldn’t help but notice that his nipples were just as erect as mine. By the time he had undone the button and let down the zipper of his jeans it took all the restraint I had not to jump on him and just start fucking. Instead I licked my lips very slowly and leaned forward and proceeded to stuff his beautiful cock deep down my throat and he let out a low deep groan as I devoured his manhood. When I thought he was close to cumming I stopped fucking his cock with my mouth and sat back up wiping the spit from around my mouth with the back of my hand.



Kneeling in front of one another the air was thick with lust as he grabbed the bottom of my tank and pulled it up over and off of my head. I hadn’t put my bra back on so now he only had my G-string to remove. He wasted no time in pushing me onto my back sucking on my throat dragging his tongue from my collar bone to the lobe of my ear and sucking on it gently. He continued his way back to my collar bone and down to my breast and teasing my nipples while he removed my drenched panties. He slowly released my nipple from between his teeth as he watched his hands pull at the sided of my panties. The center of the G-string clung to my pussy lips from being so wet with my pussy juice that it was the last part to cling to me as he rolled the panties down and off of my legs. I moaned when I felt myself completely nude and utterly open to him. I didn’t know what he was going to do, and I didn’t care. I just wanted him, needed him deep inside of me.



He spread me open even more for him, I felt as if he could see deep into my cunt as he slowly licked from the base of my swollen aching little pussy to my hard throbbing clit. My back arched as my hands went to the back of his head while he ate my pussy. I moaned and groaned and looked down at him and couldn’t believe how good it all felt. But, I couldn’t take anymore of this teasing and I needed him inside of me badly. So I pulled on his hair softly but enough so he knew what I wanted and he started to make his way back up towards my face. Dipping his tongue into my pierced belly button and giving a little tug on the ring on his way up past my breasts and onto my mouth where he kissed me deep and hard and with a passion I had never known before this, before him.



He sat back up and asked “do you have a condom?”, and I surprised him by telling him I was on the pill and to not worry about it. He was kneeling with his ass resting on his heels and he laid down on top me and started an easy push forward inside of my tight little pussy. I told him to go easy because it had been a few weeks for me, and he said that he would and that it had been a while for him as well, so he needed to go slow. I figured he just didn’t want to cum to quickly.



It was a very tight fit. As he was working his way slowly inside of me he sat back up leaning back on his heels not once leaving my pussy. He pulled me up onto his lap and I started to ride him. He felt so good as he slipped further and deeper inside of me. I leaned back so that I was supporting my upper half on my extended arms but never stopped riding him and he started a deep hard thrust that started the begining of one of the hardest orgasms I had ever had. My cunt started grabbing his cock pulsing and contracting and he thrust harder and faster deep into me. There was an urgency that we could both feel and I knew that he was close.



We didn’t speak just looked into each others eyes as we continued this amazing fuck. I was the first to let go, and I did with loud deep cries and grunts and it felt to good to be embarrassed at the time. He came right after me and flooded my pussy with the fattest load of cum my cunt had ever had, well it was the first load my cunt had ever had without the protection of a condom. But, it was huge, and when he released he grunted and sweat was pouring from his body and he slipped from my contracting pussy and onto the top of my body where the last remnants of his cum dripped from the tip of his spent cock.



We lay silent and breathing heavy into one another’s ears and finally as he was pushing himself up and off of my body we looked at one another and smiled. I let out a laugh and said “wow” and he mimicked me before rising up and going into the bathroom. I laid there with his cum still deep inside of me, and relished the feeling of it oozing out of me and into the crack of my ass and onto the blankets below me.



It felt so hot leaking out of me as it cooled as a result of the contact with the air in the room. He came back and laid next to me still naked as I was still naked as well. I got up and felt him start to pour out of me and couldn’t help but think ‘god, I hope there are more times just like this’ it felt so good to have his cum inside of my body dripping out and down my thighs. I never thought that it could feel so good.



Flushing the toilet I went back out and laid next to him. He was already half asleep as I laid my body down. I asked him if he needed the alarm set, and he said no. We lay with me on my back and him on his stomach his face turned away from me. We fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was Saturday morning 6 am and he was getting up and leaving dressed in the same clothes that he had come over in the night before to go to play in a golf tournament.

Author’s Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home with no power while I stay at my parents’ house with our kids. The power company thinks it will be two more days before we have electricity, so I’m hoping to finish this in time for Will to read it on his iPhone. Alone. In the dark.



Hurricane Irene- The Truth This Time



Vacationing at the height of hurricane season is always a risky venture, but it’s usually worth taking a chance. We watched the tropical updates very closely in the weeks before our cruise, knowing that it didn’t matter what the forecast was until it actually happened. It was only a four night cruise, so we were really worried that it would be cut short.



Our kids were going away for a week with my parents, so we had spent a good chunk of the summer discussing our own getaway. We went back and forth between simple and extravagant. Camping in Gettysburg? Weekend in Vegas? Disney World without kids? Camping in Myrtle Beach? New Orleans? A cruise?



The more we talked about a cruise, the better it sounded. We weren’t originally planning a “second honeymoon”, but I guess that’s really what it was. Our real honeymoon was in 1996 in Cancun. One of the best things we did was go snorkeling with a disposable underwater camera.



In 2006 our basement flooded after record rainfall for our area. We lost everything we stored there, including our washer and dryer (expensive, but replaceable) and our honeymoon pictures. We didn’t have digital copies of anything before 2002, so they were ruined and gone forever.



We decided on a four night cruise from Miami to Key West to Cozumel, back to Miami. I don’t relax well, and I was looking forward to checking out the laid-back attitudes of Key West and Mexico. We booked a snorkeling excursion in Cozumel, and decided that we’d just have to replace the ruined pictures with new ones.



~Thursday, August 18: Miami~



We set sail in Miami with no reports of tropical activity in the Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico. We had already had a couple of tropical drinks, and the hot, humid air on the Lido Deck sent us back to our cabin for swim suits. Will went into the bathroom and I started to take off my traveling clothes. I didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom as I pulled off my bra. He snuck up behind me and cupped my breasts from behind. “Hey, you scared the crap out of me,” I squealed.



He put his lips to my neck as he rubbed the palms of his hands over my nipples. I felt his cock poking my back because he hadn’t put his swimsuit on yet. “Mmmm,” he moaned into my neck. “Maybe we should skip the swim.”



“No way! We have all night for that. I want to go to the pool,” I replied as I grabbed his cock behind me and gave it a couple of strokes, just to be a pest. He retaliated by pinching my nipples hard, which lit a fire between my legs and made me squirm. “C’mon,” I said. “Get your suit on.”



*****



After dinner we headed straight to our room, despite our desire to check out the entertainment on the boat. We were both exhausted since we hadn’t slept well the night before in anticipation of our trip, and we had gotten up at 3:00 A.M. to get to the airport on time. I was expecting at least a quick roll in the hay before calling it a night, but I think Will was sleeping as I kissed him tonight. I was disappointed, but I was sound asleep before it mattered.



~Friday, August 19: Key West~



I woke up before our alarm. In our inside stateroom it was completely dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the middle of the night or the middle of the day. A glace at the clock told me that there was plenty of time before our Conch Train tour of Key West, so I reached over and started rubbing Will’s thigh lightly. The morning was working in my favor, and I didn’t have to do much to encourage his already standing cock. I slipped my hand into his boxer-briefs just as he was starting to wake up.



“Good morning,” he mumbled. “What time is it?”



I stroked his cock a little as I said, “It’s time for a blowjob.”



“Oh,” he said, as I slipped his underwear down to his knees. He kicked it off the rest of the way, and I climbed between his legs. I lowered my head to take him into my mouth, and he stopped me. He slid my nightgown over my head, to allow access to my tits. I hadn’t worn panties to bed, so I was naked as I settled myself back between Will’s legs.



This time he let me lower my head all the way to the tip of his cock. He was very hard by then, and I licked my lips when I saw the pre-cum pooled in his slit. I brought my tongue just to the very tip of his penis. I tasted the warm, salty drop, and allowed it to sit on my tongue for a minute. I smiled slyly, and said, “Mmm. Breakfast.”



He lifted his hips a bit to bring the head of his cock to my lips. I rubbed it along my lips, feeling the pre-cum slide over them like salty lip gloss. I left it there as I slowly lowered my mouth to meet his hips. I didn’t stop until my lips were against his shaved skin, his cock sliding into my throat. I tickled him with my nose, then pulled back even slower, feeling the silky skin of his cock sliding along the pre-cum on my lips.



He said, “We’re going to miss our tour if you insist on blowing me in slow motion.”



I bit him gently, just below the head of his cock, then sucked him back into my mouth, quickly this time. I began fucking his cock with my mouth at a much faster pace. My head moved up and down into his pelvis. My tongue licked the entire length of his cock with each bob of my head. Back and forth, up and down. The pace was frantic, and I was beginning to tire. He was starting to moan, and his hips were bucking in time with my mouth. I felt the head of his cock swelling, so I kept going. His cock was reaching farther and farther to the back of my mouth, so I couldn’t reach the head with my tongue anymore. His whole cock felt thicker as his orgasm approached.



“I’m gonna cum in your throat,” he grunted. “Here it comes. Here it comes. Ugh. Ugh. I’m cumming. I’m cummmmmming. Uuggghhh.”



He spurted his cum so far back in my mouth, I could hardly taste it. When he relaxed and the flow of cum finally abated, I lifted my mouth off his cock, and let his cum run over my tongue so I could taste it. I swallowed and quickly kissed him, hard, on the lips. I poked my tongue into his mouth, so he could share the taste of his salty cum.



He said, “You really give an amazing blowjob,” as he twirled my hair. “My turn,” he announced and swapped places with me on the bed.



No sooner had I spread my legs, when we heard the knock. “Room service,” the man called from the hallway.



“God damn it,” I cursed. “Just one quick lick.” Will stuck his tongue out and flicked his tongue over my pussy. The man knocked again. Will threw on the white terry cloth robe from the closet, while I slipped into the bathroom.



“You’re mine when we get back on the ship, you know,” Will whispered just before he opened the door.



“You got that right,” I said loudly from the bathroom as the man brought the tray into the room.



*****



Key West was really nice. We started our morning with our Conch Train tour of the island. I had been looking forward to that. I know I’m a nerd, but I enjoy an educational vacation (as I said, I don’t relax well). We hopped off the train at the stop closest to the Southernmost Point in the US and explored that area a bit. We stopped at the Southernmost Beach and put our Southernmost feet in the Southernmost water. We hadn’t been to the beach for over a year, so we listened to the waves and the sea gulls and held hands and kissed a little bit.



We got back on the train and finished the tour. When we arrived back at the first stop, we poked through a couple shops, bought pirate t-shirts for our kids, and walked to Sloppy Joe’s Bar. I enjoyed the anecdote about Hemingway on the menu. We didn’t tour his house, but I was about a hundred pages into For Whom the Bell Tolls, downloaded to my Nook for my trip to Key West.



It was just after eleven in the morning, but we ordered a margarita to share. We took the opportunity to check facebook on our phones and laughed while we read our friends’ status updates to each other. Our margarita lasted only minutes, so we ordered some frozen rum drink. A guy we went to high school with had written a Haiku about the margaritas he had consumed on his vacation the night before, so I answered with my own.



Eleven A.M. Captain Morgan for breakfast. Five o’clock somewhere.



We shared another drink or two, listening to “youngsters” sitting at the bar, talking about the girls they had met the night before. I was tipsy enough to enjoy their loud exploits for a few more minutes. We finished our last drink, and headed back to the ship.



*****



Since we were drinking in the morning and all, we headed right to the Lido Deck for the lunch buffet. It was ungodly hot in Key West, so we changed quickly and took a swim. Bobbing is the salty pool with the ship rocking, surrounded by other couples with their arms wrapped around each other was surprisingly erotic, so I found myself “accidently” brushing my body against Will’s. I was so ready to be fucked, I began to hope that Will would stick his finger into the crotch of my bathing suit to feel how wet I was getting.



We were planning on a late night, since we wouldn’t dock in Cozumel until the next afternoon. When we got back to the room, we opted for a nap instead of sex, followed by showers and getting dressed for Elegant Night. We watched the sunset from the Promenade Deck, had formal photos taken, ate lobster and drank chardonnay for dinner, then headed to the late (R rated) show.



After the musical revue we tried to catch the comedy show, but it was completely packed. We ended the night with one, last drink at the cigar bar. The Latin band was playing salsa and merengue music, and we sat at the bar watching the Spanish-speaking couples dancing. I love that Hispanic men will get on a dance floor and just let loose. I wish that Will and I could do those sexy dances. It’s like having fully-clothed sex in public. We watched until the cigars were overwhelming, then we headed back to the room.



It was late, so we didn’t waste any time shedding our elegant attire. We let it drop to the floor and embraced in the middle of the mess. We kissed a little, our tongues tasting like the cabernet sauvignon we ended the night with. I lay back on the bed, spread my legs all the way apart, and said, “Eat my pussy. Now.”



Will didn’t waste one second. Before I even got comfortable, Will’s tongue was dipping in to take a taste. I felt his lips, gently kissing me, and his tongue beginning to work its way around my pussy. He started with my outer lips, which I had shaved in preparation for our trip. “Mmmmm,” I moaned quietly. I felt his tongue pushing into my vagina. He pushed it in and out a bit. “I need your fingers in my pussy,” I demanded. He gave his tongue a few more thrusts, then replaced it with two long fingers.



His tongue moved to my inner lips as his fingers swirled around on my g-spot. I moaned, louder this time. He reminded me that there were people rooms on three sides of us, and that we could hear people walking through the hallway. I tried to reply, “They’re drunk, what difference does it ma-ake?” He hit my clit with his tongue for the first time just as I finished speaking. I grabbed his hair and said, “I don’t fucking care. Just lick me.”



He licked me. A little slower at first, then speeding up a bit. He started by lapping his tongue up and down first on one side of my clit, then on the other. His fingers were still swirling on my g-spot, so I whispered, “Circles with your tongue. Please.”



I felt the whole lower half of my body heating up as my orgasm started to build. He moved his tongue faster and faster, the closer I got. I could feel the wetness dripping from my pussy as he withdrew his fingers. I felt empty and disappointed until I felt one finger brush my anus. He continued licking while he waited for my response. “Yes. Stick your finger in my ass,” I said, just loudly enough for him to hear it. I felt the pressure as his finger began to penetrate my ass. Anal play has been a major turn-on for me for a long time, and feeling his finger sliding in and out of my ass was bringing me close to cumming.



He continued swirling his tongue around and around as I clamped my asshole around his finger. He whispered, “You want two?”



“Ooohh, yeah. Two is good,” I moaned, even louder than before. Feeling that second finger pushing hard into my ass brought me right to the brink. My feet were flexing, and I was thrashing my head from side to side. I said, “Here it is. I’m gonna cum. Keep licking my clit. In circles. Shove your fingers in my ass. Fuck me with your …”



That was it. I sucked in a huge breath as my orgasm peaked. I held my breath until I felt the blood rocketing away from my clit, back to the rest of my body. Then I started yelling, “AAAAHHHH. Aaahhh. Oh my God. Fuck that feels good.” Will continued licking gently and he left his fingers in my ass until I finally quieted, relaxed, and took a deep breath. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and kissed my pussy several times with his soft lips.



He brought himself up to kiss me on the mouth, and I could taste myself on his lips, something that took me a long time to actually enjoy. He said, “Don’t fall asleep. We’re not done yet,” and he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.



When he returned to the bed, I was already starting to doze off. He said, “I guess we can wait until tomorrow.”



I said, “No. Fuck my pussy.” I was lying on my back, and he was on his side, behind me. He draped my legs over his, and pressed his cock to my opening.



“I could take your ass with my cock right now, and you wouldn’t have the energy to do anything about it,” he teased.



“Not tonight, honey,” I mumbled, half-asleep. “Just fuck my pussy tonight.”



As he entered me from behind, we both moaned a little. He said in my ear, “This will not take long. I’ve been semi-hard all day.”



“Me too,” I replied, even though it didn’t make too much sense.



He fucked me hard, and it felt really good. It was the fullness I had been looking for all day. I bucked my ass back to meet his thrusts, and after a couple of minutes, he slammed into my pussy, and started moaning loudly. I felt his cock twitch in my pussy as he unloaded his cum into me for the second time that day.



We were both spent, even before he was finished. We kissed gently, then rolled over to go to sleep, his cum spilling onto the sheets.



Since there was no Weather Channel on the ship, and we weren’t paying for wi-fi, we had no idea that Tropical Storm Harvey had sprung up off the coast of Honduras and Nicaragua, just south of Cozumel.



~Saturday, August 20: Cozumel~



It rained most of the time we were in Cozumel. We had overheard at breakfast that Tropical Storm Harvey would be making landfall in Belize that day, so we weren’t surprised that it was raining.



Our first excursion of the day was snorkeling with our own underwater digital camera (as opposed to the disposable we had 15 years ago). We were with an instructor for a while, so we didn’t connect too much then, but afterwards we had some time to explore on our own.



That was probably the highlight of the trip. We swam together, pointing things out to each other. We took pictures of us underwater, and generally had a really good time. Except for the rain on our backs as we swam along the top of the water, it was just like snorkeling on our honeymoon.



On the way back to the ship, we sampled some tequila in the duty-free shop. Will loves tequila. The very first time I got drunk, other people (including Will) were licking, slamming, and sucking some cheap Cuervo. I was more violently ill that night than ever before or after. The next morning all I could smell was tequila, and I wasn’t even drinking it!



Just the smallest whiff of tequila would nauseate me for years afterward.



(As a side note, I’d like to point out that on our 10th anniversary trip to Disney World, I had the best margarita of my life at the restaurant inside of the Mexico pavillion. Months later, I actually called to speak to the bartender to see what was in that margarita. He informed me that it isn’t the quality of the tequila that matters. It’s the Grand Marnier. That margarita started a quest to find better and better margaritas, and my aversion to tequila was finally exorcised.)



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Our second Cozumel excursion was a sunset catamaran ride with all the margaritas we could drink (which was a lot, by the way). Despite the rain, this was a great party. Again I marveled at how the African American men and the Mexican crew would just get up and dance. On this boat it was only the caucasians that stood watching, which made me wonder just what the hell is the matter with us.



I stood videotaping the Cha Cha Slide, the Macarena and other dances, knowing my daughter would love to dance along at home.



Suddenly Will looked toward the west and said, “Look.” The sky had cleared a bit, just in time for a beautiful pink sunset. Everyone on board took turns taking pictures of the other groups with the sunset and the beautiful ship in the back. It was one of those cool moments of bonding with complete strangers, and Will and I left the boat with a warm-fuzzy feeling.



We had gotten through Tropical Storm Harvey with just some rain. I finally began to relax thinking, “The tropics can do what they will. We’ve got one more day at sea and one more day at the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. We’re good.”



Our trip may have been good, but that was the day Tropical Storm Irene was born, just to the east of the Windward Islands.



~Sunday, August 21: Fun Day at Sea~



You would think that having an anal fetish would mean that anal sex is a regular event in our sex life, but that really isn’t the case. Anal sex is like “special occassion sex”, and I guess a 15th anniversary is a special occassion.



I got up early that day, so I headed up to the Lido Deck to have coffee and a croissant with my Nook. I sat down at the table by myself just as the sun popped over the horizon. I sat there for about 20 minutes and didn’t touch my book. The canteloupe color of the sunrise and the sapphire blue of the water completely distracted me, and as far as moments go, that one was pretty close to perfection.



This is the part where I just have to say that my husband is awesome. For our anniversary he gave me a massage and facial appointment at the ship’s spa. I finished my coffee and headed to the spa. For over an hour I lay there while Mathilda worked the stress out of my muscles and treated the bags under my eyes (too little sleep, too many margaritas, and not enough water had taken their toll). I left the treatment room feeling relaxed and happy, and the woman at the desk told me that Will



would be waiting for me at the lobby bar.



He was, and he ordered a Bloody Mary for me. We walked to the dining room for a fabulous breakfast.



After breakfast we spent some time way up on the top of the ship, reading our books. That is something that we don’t get to do together too often. It was truly relaxing, and a high point of our vacation.



We did some other fun things that day- Bingo (we didn’t win), an art auction (we can’t afford art, but there was free champagne), and a martini-tasting. By then I was feeling that “peaceful, easy feeling” that the Eagles sing about. Peaceful and easy became hot and bothered, so we headed back to our room to have a little more cruise nookie.

Again I would like to say that if you haven’t read the first two chapters, some of the pieces to this chapter may not make a lot of sense. Please leave feedback!



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Over the next few days I replayed that night’s events in my mind time after time, leading me to orgasm after orgasm just recalling that night. I had truly become your slave, and in doing so had reached new levels of pleasure that I didn’t even know were possible. I wonder what the future holds, what you have planned for me next.



I let my mind wander as I get ready for bed and slide my naked body between the sheets. In the silence I find myself wishing you were there, craving your touch, your voice commanding me, fulfilling me. I feel sleep taking hold of me, pulling me into a dreamland.



It is here that I feel your hand between my legs, gently parting my pussy lips. I feel your finger rubbing and smearing my juices around and then gently push inside of me. I moan from within my slumber, my hips pushing gently upward. Your thumb pressing on my hard clit as my body responds to you despite my unconscious state; my legs parting farther and my breathing quickening, another small moan escaping my lips, as you push me closer to orgasm. You begin rubbing my clit in small circles, with one finger buried deep inside me. It doesn’t take long until I am openly responding, legs spreading wide, hips rising and falling to meet your rhythm.



My moans increase in intensity as I come closer and closer to climax, and you continue coaxing my clit, rubbing harder on it. Before long I gasp out loud, my hips thrust hard and upward, and my legs spread wider. You can feel my pussy clutch at your finger, almost sucking it in. You continue to manipulate my clit as the orgasm washes over me. My breathing is heavy as my hips continue thrusting in cadence with your finger movements. Allowing me to completely finish the first orgasm, you lessen the pressure on my clit and withdrawal your finger. My body slowly returning to normal, body slumped onto the bed again, breathing becoming soft and deep. Even though I was asleep, you had still made me cum very hard.



I feel you lay down on the bed, between my still outstretch legs. Moving up between my legs, you bring your face up to my dripping pussy. My lips still puffy and engorged flared open from the recent excitement. I feel you flick your tongue along the length of my lips, running it up and down. I moan, in a haze and euphoric state; legs spreading open further. You push your tongue into the center of me and move upward, finding my clit once again. Concentrating your effort there, drawing circles around my clit, occasionally moving down and then up again. My moans escalating, drawing me out of my sleep with the deep pleasures I am feeling. Half awake, my body rippling with waves of pleasure I push my hips toward you. I am approaching orgasm, thighs trembling as you continue working faster and faster on my clit. My breathing is ragged, coming in short gasps between moans, my orgasm holding on the edge. I beg you for release, and you pause only long enough to command my orgasm. You feel my legs jerk and thighs tense up, and plant your entire mouth on my clit and suck it in hard. My entire body jerks as the shock waves pound through me.



It is only after my orgasm has subsided that I am awake enough to realize you had only come to me through my dream, and were not really there. A moment of disappointment hits when I realize that it was only a dream, but it quickly replaced with a smile as I recollect the events, the wetness evidence of how wonderful it was.



The next morning I find my mind wandering again back through that sex filled night where I lost all inhibitions and gave in to you. I must have more. I try to wait patiently for you to summon me, but as the hours pass by I find myself longing for you more and more. Recalling that nights events prompts me to slide one finger beneath my skirt, to my bare pussy, parting my lips to feel the slick wetness there. The slight twinge has grown steadily throughout the morning as I try to wait patiently for you. Now the wetness was accompanied by a throb of desire and a deep need that quickens my pulse as I rub my clit teasingly, my need refusing to be denied. I know that I am not allowed to cum without your permission, and despite that knowledge I torture myself, indulging in the pleasurable sensations surging through my body.



I hear the phone ring, breaking me from my euphoric state. I see that it is you calling and my heart skips a beat with anticipation.



“Good morning sir.” I say as I answer the phone.



“Good morning, have you missed me?” you question, knowing what my answer will be before I respond.



“Yes sir, very much,” I respond.



“What have you missed my slave?” you continue to probe.



“Your touch, your voice, the way I feel when you are near me sir,” I respond, feeling my body already responding knowing that soon you will be guiding me to my next release.



“What are you wearing,” you move the conversation forward.



“A skirt and a tank top, sir” I reply softly.



“No panties, no bra? I want details. What color skirt? What material is the tank top?” you ask persistently.



“No master, no panties, I have learned my lesson from last time. No bra either sir. My skirt is black and loose, a few inches above the knee. The tank top is red and a soft cotton knit, it feel good against my…” my voice trails off.



“Your what, pet?” you ask over the line, your voice deepening faintly. You know what it felt good against, you just want me to say it.



“My nipples, sir.” I respond softly, somewhat embarrassed; my breathing speeding up, my nipples hard, rubbing softly with every move against the material of the tank top.



“Your nipples are hard, aren’t they?” you ask knowingly, able to anticipate my bodies reaction perfectly.



The question causes them to become so tight they hurt and beg to be touched. I sit down holding my hands beneath my leg and whimper, “Yes sir.”



“You are already wet, aren’t you” you ask, causing me to shiver and without even realizing it grind down into the chair; your voice caressing my nerve endings, something intangible, yet so real to me.



“Yes, sir. I am very wet.” trying to hold back the desperate need from my voice. But the sound of your voice is just too much, I need to touch myself, my pussy aching to be touched, to be pounded by a thick cock, my nipples need to sucked.



“Good,” you sense my needs, even without being able to see me, your voice like velvet across my ears. “Go get one of your toys,” you order.



It takes me all of one minute to comply with your order, knowing that I will soon be experiencing ripples of pleasure. I shoot up to the bedroom, getting one of my vibes out of the drawer.



“I have it sir,” I say into the phone a bit breathlessly.



“Good girl,” you say sending a zing of pleasure through me. “Where are you in your house now?” you ask softly.



“My bedroom, sir.” I respond looking longingly are the bed.



“Strip, and get on the bed.”



I obey in short order, quickly removing the tank top, peeling it off and shivering as the material slides across my aching nipples. The skirt slides of quickly, dropping to the ground, to be kicked away. I pull my vibrator beside me and sit on the bed.



“I’ve done as you ordered sir,” I reply into the phone.



“Now, turn the vibe on high and find that spot on your clit. Work it,” you order, your voice soft but firm.



“Ye-yes sir,” I say my voice stammering as the vibe grazes my pussy lips. A whimper escaping as the tip slips easily between my lower lips and moves up to my clit, causing me to gasp softly.



“Feels good,” you say hearing my soft whimpers, as my hips arch toward the vibrations. The pulse of the vibrator feels so good against my clit, causing pleasure to uncoil in my stomach and spread out through my entire body. The combination of your voice and the vibe drive me immediately to the edge.



“Yes sir, so good. I need, I need to cum …. Soon, soon sir please.” I reply desperately into the phone.



“Already,” you question with a soft chuckle in your voice.



“Yes! Please, sir. Your …. Voice had me so.. worked up, sir. Please, please I need to cum.” I beg you through staggered breathes, as I continue to move the vibe faster against my clit. Faster and faster in circles that make the pleasure spiral through me. Each stroke causing a spike of pure bliss to shoot through my body, soon I won’t be able to wait for permission, even though I know I am not allowed to cum without it.



“Maintain the edge, press harder, you may not cum yet,” you coax into the phone.



I groan in frustration, but willingly obey, waiting for you to release me. My pussy soaking wet, almost ready to break into spasms as I fight to hold of the mounting orgasm. I hear your breathing getting heavier, and I suddenly realize that you are building yourself, and we will cum together. The sudden realization of this is almost enough to shove me over the edge, as I fight to hold back.



“Cum now,” I hear you order, and I hear your voice crack as you groan into the phone. Within a few seconds I allow my body to give in the orgasm, causing me to yelp as pleasure explodes through my body. My hips thrust upward, and I am in a frenzy with the vibe over my most sensitive are. The pleasure so intense I almost scream, as my hips buck and my back arches even more. The release of it fades and I lay flat on the bed, panting softly.



“Thank you, sir.” I say with through labored breathing, barely aware of my own body as the aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me.



“You are welcome,” you reply. “I will be coming over later today, around 3pm. I want you to go to the store and buy the items I have e-mailed to you. Do you understand?”



“Yes sir,” I reply wondering what you want me to get.



“Follow my instructions, or there will be punishments,” you say with warning.



“I will obey sir,” I say, remembering the last series of punishments, and not wanting to revisit them.



“Good, see you at 3,” you say into the phone, “goodbye.”



“Goodbye master,” I reply already moving to the computer.



As I read through your mail I feel myself getting wet again. Just reading the list, I know that later will be very exciting and continue to push my boundaries.



Slave,



Go to the store and purchase the following items: Clothes Pins, Carrot, Cucumber, Zucchini. Do not purchase anything else, see if the cashier displays any signs of knowing what you might be purchasing these items for. When you get home, wash the vegetables and wait for me. You are not to touch yourself, and not to cum unless I am there and give permission. When I get there be waiting for me, dress how you like, but you had better be accessible.



I finish the mail somewhat disappointed that you are not allowing even the slightest of touches for the rest of the day. Usually you would prefer that I torture myself but forbid the final release of orgasm.



I decide to go to the grocery store in the same skirt and tank I had been wearing before your call. Just driving to the store thinking about what I was about to buy, and knowing intuitively the purposes you had in mind was driving me wild. I could feel the wetness building and my clit was begging to be touched. I want so badly to spread my legs in the parking lot and work my clit, but you have forbid it, so I obey and go without.



I quickly collect the clothespins from the laundry aisle, and move into the produce section. I select a few carrots, a large cucumber and a zucchini. I feel my pussy twinge as I think about the purpose of the vegetables. I look down into the basket and feel myself flush red at the thought of the check-out clerk observing the contents.



As I approach the check-out aisle I see three different employees, a woman in her 30s, a teenage boy, and a man in his late 40s. I immediately decide against the teenager. “If the woman had any idea what the items were for I would have to deal with her judgmental looks,” I think to myself as I move towards the man’s check-out stand.



“Did you forget the lettuce?” he asks looking toward me.



I feel myself flush red, “No, these are the only vegetables I need,” I comment back trying not to let my voice portray my humiliation. As he scans the clothes pins through, he gives me a strange look, as if it is dawning on him what the combination of these items could be for.



With that I pay for the items and quickly leave the store, wanting to get away from the awkward looks. I set the produce down on the seat next to me, taking a deep breathe, and trying to calm down. It would be so much easier if I could feel the release of an orgasm. I look again at the produce thinking how wonderful it would feel gliding deep inside of me, but as tempting as it is, I am not allowed.



I look at the clock as I walk into the house and see that there is a little over an hour until I will see you. My pussy gets wet in anticipation of seeing you again, and I ache to touch, I feel the throbbing deep inside and fight to hold back and not cave into my desires. I wash the vegetables, and then go to take a quick shower myself.



I take my time drying off, rubbing lotion over my body, fixing my hair, and sliding into a sheer negligée. “This is definitely accessible,” I think to myself. I finish just as I hear the doorbell ringing. I slide on a robe to answer the door in and make my way to greet you.



You smile as I greet you and you make your way inside.



“Hello sir,” I reply letting the robe fall open to your view as I close the door.



“How was your day,” you ask, sliding your hands under the robe, exploring the thin barrier between your hand and my body.¬ I feel my body ignite from your touch, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching for your touch, my nipples harden, and my breathing quickens.



“It was maddening waiting for you and not being able to touch sir,” I reply with a gasp as your hand grazes across my nipple and you begin pinching softly.



“And did you obey?” you question.



“Yes, sir, I did not touch. As much as I wanted to, I refrained and obeyed you sir.” I coo enjoying your touch, as your hand trails down.



“And yet you are still desperately horney aren’t you,” you question as your finger grazes my wet lips.



“Yes sir,” I say through a moan.



“Why is that,” you continue to question, driving me insane. All I want is for you to fuck me, yet you continue to tease, continue to question, knowing that I am having a difficult time thinking clearing with your finger tracing circles around my clit.



“Knowing that we were meeting this afternoon, the sound of your voice over the phone, the list of items I was to buy. It left me wanting you, sir.”



“What do you want? You want me to fuck you?” your voice is husky with lust.



“Oh yes, please!” I moan and squirm against your body, trying to grind down on your hand. With that you abruptly sit me up on the table, standing between my spread legs. You move down and settle between my thighs, kissing and licking my soft flesh. “Oh, please, suck my pussy!”



“Whose pussy? Who do you belong to?” you question teasing me further.



“Your pussy! I belong to you!” I cry out desperately.



“Yes, you belong to me. Don’t forget that,” you say then bite down into my thigh, causing me to yelp and jerk my leg away, spreading my thighs wider. I feel your hands under my ass pulling me toward you, then your lips press into my bare pussy. Immediately I start moaning, so glad to finally feel your touch.



“You want me badly,” you say before your hot tongue licks between my pussy lips causing me to shiver with fierce need. Before I can answer you stretch out one arm and grab one tit with your hand, tightly squeezing the nipple until I cringe and cry out. Then you pull away from my sopping wet pussy, rise up and start slapping my breasts. I grunt in surprise, my eyes widen looking up at you. My hips raise up to you in a heated invitation to your hard cock I see bulging in your pants.



I watch as you take your rock hard cock out of your pants, and beg again, “Please, fuck me, sir, please!” I raise my hands toward your swollen cock, but you quickly grab my wrists, pushing me back onto the table, and placing my hands over my head. I groan in frustration, closing my eyes and turning my head away.



“No,” you say calmly. Yet you rub the head of your dick against my slick pussy lips. I am so ready for you, but it is all in vain.



“Yes! Please! You know you want to! Please?” I whimper, still not looking at you.



“No,” you reply still in perfect control, feigning lost interest. “Not now.” With that you release my hands and walk away. You love teasing me with denial. “Let’s have a bit of down time,” you say sitting down to watch some TV.



Visibly frustrated I pull myself down from the table, cursing you in my head for the prolonged torture. I tie my robe in a silent protest. Not that it would actually prevent you from doing anything, or I wouldn’t shed it off in a moment if I knew that you would give into my desires.



I fix a couple of drinks and bring some snacks into the living room and sit down on the couch with you. You raise your eyebrow slightly when you see the robe tied shut, but do not say anything as I hand you a drink and join you on the large over stuffed couch. After surfing through the channels for a bit and finding nothing but mindless rubble on TV you lay back as if to take a nap; you beckon for me to join you, and I lay down beside you, still miffed from earlier, and we both doze off into a midafternoon nap.



I feel your hand slide down my side, over my round hip, then between our bodies. There is no doubt you are now awake as I feel you cup my ass cheek in your palm and squeeze tightly. I feel your fingers slip between my thighs and you raise my leg to drape it back across your own. You find my warm pussy still damp with unfulfilled need as you tease my lips, slowly stroking but not penetrating them. I moan slightly from your touch, bringing me back to conscience thought.



“Shhh… don’t move a muscle. You just lie here and let me play. I’ll let you know when you can move,” you whisper. “I know what you want. I know what you need. But not yet.”



I feel my stomach tighten as I take a deep shuddering breath. The very sound of your words make me wet with anticipation. Yes, you do know, and you are in total control. I feel the tip of one finger ease between my swollen lips, delicately tracing up and down from my throbbing hole to my hard clit. I feel you circle the hot nub for several moments, as I try not to move in response to your touch. You deny your direct touch on my clit, knowing that will bring me quickly to the edge. My breathing growing harder in a forced effort to remain still despite the gentle assault between my lips; it is maddening, and all I can do not to reach down and press your hand harder against my engorged pussy. I am aching for you to fuck me with your fingers. I feel you rest your fingertip at my opening and simply flick back and forth in a slow lazy fashion. I see you smile as you feel my pussy trying to drawn you in, so hungry, so needy.



You pull your hand away and reach over my side for a new angle, from the front. Having my leg still pulled back over your hip. You smile and simply rest your fingers over my shaved skin, even motionless it is still arousing. Any touch from you is coveted, even if you continue to deny me; it is a thrill to feel your perfect control. “Please sir, please don’t stop. Please rub my pussy and clit!” I plead with you.



A heavy sigh rushes out as your fingers slide between my lips, dipping deep inside my pussy. Slowly pushing your fingers in deeply and slowly withdrawing, deliberately tormenting me by sliding your thumb along my slit but avoiding my clit. You pull your hand away, “To whom do you belong,” you ask.

My work for Congresswoman Dollarhyde, or DH as she was called, was progressing on two fronts. I was becoming indispensable to her as an aide and was also servicing her regularly with my hand. She constantly complimented me on my work as her aide; especially on my ability to “get things done quickly and correctly” as she put it. I had also become very good at getting her off, easing her stress when she felt overwhelmed. I had learned in no time how to get that done quickly and correctly as well.



My only problem was that I was becoming more and more engrossed in my relationship with her. The fact that she was twice my age didn’t bother me. The slight sag of her 47 year-old body actually turned me on. Her body wasn’t perfect, but it was beautifully proportioned and incredibly responsive to my touch. What did bother me was that we were stuck on me servicing her with my hand. I longed to feel her breasts, to suck on her stiff nipples. I wanted to hold her, to feel her pressed naked against me, and most of all, I desperately wanted to fuck her. The relationship was all one way, with me giving all the pleasure and receiving none. I wanted to ravish and devour her middle-aged body with my young manhood. I wanted to bring her to a crashing orgasm while I pumped my youthful seed into her menopausal cunt.



Whether it was in her office or in the back of the limo, I had taken to pulling her skirt completely up and her panties off, and watching her pussy while I manipulated it with my hand. She kept it perfectly shaved, except for a small patch of hair at the top. The patch was dark and curly, but lightly speckled with a gray hair here or there. Her lips were light pink, and her clit stood out proudly when she got aroused. As I teased her with my fingers, I could not only feel her getting wetter, I could see the first drops of fluid forming on the outside lips of her vagina until I smeared them against her puffy lips as I gave her the digital pleasure she needed.



I decided that the next time she called me in to her office I would make a move and try to push our relationship along a little bit. She had rebuffed me at every turn, changing the subject if I spoke about it, guiding my wandering hand back to her pussy, or just flat-out telling me to concentrate on bringing her off, not on the rest of her body. I had my plan, and I got my opportunity a couple of days later.



I was on a landline with another Congressman’s aide when I heard a notification from my cell phone. I picked it up and saw that DH was asking to see me in her office. I had learned that if she buzzed me on the intercom, or called me through an open door, it meant that she needed to see me on a business matter. If she texted me, it meant to come right away and lock the door when I entered.



I ended my call and went directly to her office, entering without knocking. I closed the door behind me and locked it. DH was already prone on the couch, her head resting lightly on a pillow propped against the arm. She smiled when I entered the room and said, “Oh good. I was hoping you’d get here in a hurry.” I made my way across to her and sat on the edge of the couch at about her waist.



“What can I do for you, Ms. Congresswoman?” I asked jokingly.



“I have an itch and I need it scratched,” she answered, looking coyly at me. I put my hand on her shin and gave a little scratch.



“Right here?” I asked.



“No, a little higher.” I moved my hand up a few inches, still well below her knee.



“Then it must be here,” I said.



“No, still higher.” I moved my hand up to her knee and lightly scratched. More of a tickle, really.



“Here?” I inquired.



“No. Higher.” Her breathing was becoming more rapid. I moved my hand about a third of the way up her thigh and she wriggled her toes.



“Then it must be right here,” I said as I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh and gave a light scratch.



“Mmmmmmm, no but you’re getting closer,” she sighed and spread her legs a little wider.



Moving my hand to within inches of her pussy, I scratched and rubbed gently. “Here?” I whispered.



She reached down and pulled my hand up to her unclad cunt and told me, “No, right here. This is where my itch is. Please scratch it for me.” I began to lightly rake my nails over her naked lips. With no effort, my fingertips dipped into her wet, open cleft each time I went across it. She began her low, guttural moaning.



“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Right there.” I lightly flicked a fingernail over her clit, and she gasped. “Oh, yeah. Right there.” With my other hand I pulled upward on her skirt and she raised her hips off the couch so I could pull it up, exposing her pelvis and cunt to my greedy eyes. As always, she had laid a towel below her butt and thighs. I dipped a finger in her hole and immediately pulled it out and ran it up to her clit, which I massaged gently. “Mmmmmmm,” was the response I got.



I knew that she liked me to rub small circles around her clit, and that it excited her tremendously when I did. I knew that before I made my move, I had to have her at maximum feverish pitch. I worked steadily, her excitement increasing with each circle of my thumb around her clit. I began lightly running my index and middle finger in and out of her now soaking cunt as I continued to circle and tease her clit with my thumb.



Without stopping, I moved myself down towards the bottom of the couch. I knew the time was nearing. She couldn’t make much noise in the office, but I knew when her orgasm was approaching, her pitch changed from a low groan to a higher mewling sound. I knew that when that started, she’d be minutes from her orgasm, and it was my time to make my move.



Sure enough, as soon as she started her mewling sound, I lifted her outside leg, moved forward, and planted my face on her cunt. Her body immediately tensed, and she grabbed my head as if to pull it away, but I held it forcefully steady and began to lick up and down her wet slit, stopping each time at the top to suck her clit into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. Little by little her pressure to remove my head from between her legs got weaker and weaker until she was just holding my head in her hands as I licked and sucked on her 47 year-old pussy.



She began to mewl again, and I knew that I hadn’t lost any ground. I moved my right hand up to her pussy and inserted two fingers. She pushed back against my fingers as I slowly slid them all the way into her, as deep as I could get them. All the while I was still swirling my tongue around her clit and occasionally give it a suck. I withdrew my fingers as slowly as I had buried them, and moved my tongue and face down until I could stick my tongue up her cunt. I stuck it in as far as I could and tongue-fucked her while I wiggled my fingers, still at her wet opening. Evidently this excited her, because I could feel her get wetter, and her mewling more desperate.



She was fast approaching her orgasm now, and I moved my wet face back up and started sucking on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth across it while I sucked it in and out of my mouth. I slid my fingers back inside her and moved them in and out slightly, still buried deep within her. The deep finger-fucking I was giving her combined with the sucking and licking of her clit was driving her mad, and she was thrusting her hips wildly in a vain attempt to get my fingers buried even more deeply inside her.



When she came, she held her butt up off the couch, grabbed my head and pushed my face into her cunt. With my fingers buried deep inside her, she let out a loud cry and let go a gush of cum against my face as I felt the walls of her pussy twitch with each wave of her orgasm. She just kept coming and coming, and I was afraid I’d run out of breath, my face clamped hard against her pulsating cunt. Oddly, I also wondered at that moment if she had gotten any of her cum on my collar or tie.



Slowly she stopped pulsating, rested her butt back down on the couch, and let go my head so I could take a breath. I moved only inches from her and inhaled deeply through my nose, smelling her lady-smell. She smelled musky and salty, perfectly matching the exquisite taste of her pussy. She was old enough to be my mother, but her cunt, her pussy, her twat, her vagina tasted and smelled like a virginal 20-year-old.



She took a few deep breaths, then said, “God, do you think anybody heard that?” Even though I was pretty sure somebody must have, and I was pretty sure a couple of people in the office suspected that my long trips into her office behind a locked door were more monkey-business than Congressional business, I told her, no, I didn’t think anybody had heard it and that she hadn’t been as loud as she thought. Although she was, and they did.



As she pulled her skirt down, I stood up and went for the box of tissues on her desk. My face was completely coated in her juices. I started to wipe my face, and she told me, “Go in and use my bathroom and clean yourself up. You’re a mess!!” I could only laugh.



I went in to her private bathroom and ran some warm water over a washrag. As I washed my face, chin, and neck, I realized that even though I would still have to go home tonight and pleasure myself, I had gotten one step further along with the Congresswoman. Tonight I would have to fantasize about fucking her while I rubbed my cock myself, but I had moved the game one step closer. One step at a time.



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The Prince of Valentinium



Exodus.



In an effort to save what remained of their drastically reduced population, the people of Valentinium decided, in the year 5571 B.C.E., to undertake the perilous task of evacuation. Though their home planet remained lush and nutrient-rich, the once immortal race had begun dying off in numbers never before seen. At first petty conflicts led to full-blown wars that ravaged entire countries and continents, turning their utopian planet some 25 light-years from Earth into a place notorious for its bloodshed.



Weakened by the near-constant fighting, the longevity that had for eons been a gift enjoyed by all the denizens of Valentinium was suddenly relegated only its rulers and those wealthy enough to stay off of the battlefields. Their women were the first to die, and of the small number who managed to survive even fewer could bear children and any born to them were entirely male. The Valentinian race was in dire straits indeed.



The planet’s namesake, Valentinus, a son of Venus, had instilled in his people the same reverence for love that his mother had passed into him. Love Above All Things. That had been his creed and through the generations it had stuck. But in these times of war, the Valentinians forgot their veneration of the amorous. Instead, they gave more regard to the tangible things in life — money, land, and the like — and thus fell prey to their own greed.



Only a few among them believed that the old ways didn’t have to be lost to the oblivion of ignorance and war. They understood that Love alone could save them. And so they fled their war-torn planet, seeking other hospitable planets and moons that might suit them.



Among the refugees were 4 children whose parents had been killed in the last attack on the high city of Amarael. At 12 years of age, Rhys Erastus was the oldest and took it upon himself to look after his younger siblings. The 5 year-old twins, Philon and Pothos, he knew would grow to be strong and capable males. It was his infant sister, Kahlia, for whom he worried most.



As the last female of their kind she might be the only hope for the survival of their race. With her eyes of amethyst and gold-kissed skin he knew she would grow to be a beautiful woman…Rhys just had to make sure she did get to grow up. He also knew that a fight for her hand could either result in another war or place her in the possession of a male who was not destined to be her mate. Rhys could never allow such a fate befall her. Her very existence had to be kept secret. He swore that he would protect her life with his own…until she found a mate to take over that precious role.



{Earth — 2169 A.D.}



“I could show you things you’ve never seen. Take you places you’ve never been. Just give me one chance, baby. I promise you won’t regret it.”



Kahlia rolled her eyes. Was this guy serious? She’d scented him as soon as he walked into The Stratosphere, a swanky restaurant that occupied the top floor and roof of the tallest building in Atlanta. Had he bathed in his cheap cologne? His hair was styled into what should have been an attractive coif, but he’d gelled it to helmet hardness. She couldn’t even begin to process the sheer wrongness of his dye-job.



At length, she shook her head. “Unfortunately,” she said in the saddest tone she could muster, “I’m meeting someone.”



It wasn’t a lie. She was meeting someone. Well, three someones.



The man, undaunted, slanted what she guessed was a sexy smirk her way, “Ditch him.”



“Can’t,” she smiled, standing from her seat at the bar and waving to the tall, dark-haired male who’d just walked in. “He’s here now.” She knew her wave might have been a little frantic, because the newcomer raised his eyebrows and chuckled.



She didn’t waste a second in distancing herself from the man who seemed to be marinating in the sickeningly sweet scent of heavy cologne.



“Took you long enough,” she snapped when she reached the front of the restaurant to stand next to her eldest brother.



Rhys laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m 5 minutes early!” He knew full well that she’d been eager to ditch the creep at the bar.



As they followed the hostess to a rounded a booth near the windowed wall on the far side of the expansive place and took their seats, his storm grey eyes twinkled with laughter. He pulled her into a one-armed hug as soon as her butt hit the rich leather. After a kiss to her cheek, he said, “Phil and Pothos are running late, but they should be here soon.”



“Those two? Running late?” She feigned shock. “Excuse me while I find my ‘surprised’ face.”



Rhys grinned. “I know, I know. Punctuality was never one of their strong suits.”



“We’d be late for our own funerals and some such other nonsense, right?” an amused voice called from a few feet away. It was Philon.



Pothos gave a sheepish shrug from directly behind him. “I couldn’t get away from…work. Yeah, that’s it! I was working!”



Rhys frowned. “You’re making women pay you to fuck them these days? That’s beneath even you, brother.”



Pothos and Philon shared the same dark hair as their siblings, but where Rhys’ eyes were grey and Kahlia’s an exotic shade of violet, Pothos’ eyes were green and Philon’s were a pale blue. While Pothos was currently rocking a shorter cut, Philon had always worn his hair in a careless mid-length. It seemed to drive women crazy for him so Kahlia assumed that he’d simply adopted an ‘if it ain’t broke’ mentality about his hair.



“Hardy-har-har,” Pothos sneered at his older brother. “I actually was working. Eason Davenport, of Nightwood Acquisitions, has come across some particularly interesting pieces he thought we may want for the new collection. Some fantastic ancient Phoenician and Minoan scrollwork and a few miniature frescos.”



Kahlia and her brothers dabbled in many different businesses and stock ventures but their passion was art and artifact collection. Mainly, they collected anything that might lead them to others of their kind who’d made it to Earth all those many ages ago with them. Anything to solve the problem they’d come together to discuss that evening.



It had been a long time since they’d seen each other all at once and they all wished that the circumstances of this meeting could have been happier.



The fact was that Kahlia was in trouble. She had begun a process known as The Silvering. Her hair, once a waist-length fall of loose curls an uninterrupted shade of ebony, was changing. One lock near the nape of her neck was turning silver at the root. In the last 2 months that silver had grown to encompass nearly full the length of her hair. If it continued to the end before she found her mate…she would die. The Silvering, a mechanism of nature designed to control a population of immortal beings, was an indicator that her mate was nigh — either recently born or newly arrived to the planet.



It had become clear early on that human males lacked the romantic capacity to suit her Valentinian needs, which meant she needed to find a Valentinian male. The trouble was that all of the males of her kind who’d made it to Earth were, to her knowledge, sitting around that very table with her. Her brothers. Either another male had kept himself hidden from them or a new one had just arrived.



Philon cast her look of concern. “How are you feeling?”



Kahlia shrugged and answered in a calm tone, “I feel fine.” In truth, she was worried sick. Sure, she’d been gifted with a long and relatively happy life but the prospect of getting so close to being mated and dying before she ever got to experience that kind of love was devastating to her.



None of her brothers bought her unruffled act, but they didn’t press her on her emotional state either. Rhys was the one to cut to the chase.



“We need to find him.”



Pothos rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward so they alone would hear his low-spoken words. “What if he’s too young now? How much time do we have? I mean,” Pothos fumbled for the words, “don’t they have to…to…you know…culminate…each other…the mating? Er…Sex?”



Kahlia blushed but couldn’t help ribbing him. “For someone so fond of the stuff, it sure does make you nervous.”



Philon was in no mood to laugh, this talk of his sister’s potential demise having put more than a damper on the evening. “It’s different when it’s you we’re talking about!” he snapped.



Rhys shook his head. “I don’t think The Silvering was triggered by a birth.” He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his sleek leather jacket. “I think it’s a new arrival.”



He opened the envelope and unfolded a single piece of paper. Most of the page’s real estate was covered in black ink interspersed by a few white dots. Stars.



“I got this from my contact with NORAD. It’s a capture from roughly two months ago. There,” he said, pointing to a faint streak near the top left corner of the page. “Can you see that?”



Philon, Pothos, and Kahlia leaned closer, each of them squinting over the page. It looked like a milky smudge with a dot of slightly more substantial white on the leading edge.



“It’s looks too small to be the same kind of vessel that brought us here,” Philon pointed out.



Rhys nodded. “You’re right, but I do think it’s a Valentinian craft. I think,” he said, casting a look at Kahlia, “it’s a Chariot.”



“A single passenger?” Pothos asked in a shocked tone. The journey from Valentinium to Earth was a long one to make with a full crew. On one’s own? It would have taken a person of exceptionally strong will to accomplish such a feat.



“At any rate, this photo was snapped over the mid-Atlantic. He must have landed within a thousand miles of here,” Rhys whispered.



Kahlia worried her bottom lip between her teeth and wondered, ‘Could he have come for me? Might he be searching for me even now?’



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Daeryn Amator inhaled a big gulp of crisp city air. As he’d done each morning for the last 3 weeks, he weeded out the smells of pollution, grit, and desperation that assailed him. Relegating those to the background of his consciousness, he sifted through each individual scent, scanning for new ones. Searching for the one scent that would be the key to finding her. His mate.



He’d just been a boy when the Age of War reached its zenith. The son of the king, he hadn’t had the option to flee. He’d survived the destruction and lived long enough to see Valentinium’s rebuild. He’d stood by his father, pouring all of himself into restoring their civilization to its former glory. But neither all the bricks and mortar, nor all the marble and glass in the world could replace the most important things that had been lost.



Valentinium had no unmated women.



At first, the men could pretend that it didn’t matter, that they could rebuild and nature would right itself and follow suit. When that didn’t happen a kind of panic set in. No women meant no offspring. No offspring meant the eventual extinction of their race. Worse? They’d begun to remember the foundation of their identity as Valentinians. These men were lovers…they needed mates to romance and shower with affection. So far, fate had denied every last unmated male that pleasure.



Surely they hadn’t come back from the brink of annihilation to nevertheless slowly succumb to the same fate?



And so Daeryn and the others had set out in search of suitable alternatives. They visited nearby planets and experimented with mating with the women of those other worlds.



To no avail.



Not only were these other women unsuitable biologically, but the Valentinians couldn’t love them as they should. Daeryn turned to the scrolls, searched the archives for even the mention of a successful mating between a Valentinian and someone of ‘other’ origin. Along the way he found rumors, just blurbs of gossip here and there about a single surviving Valentinian female — an infant who escaped one of the worst battles of the war. He put it down to the desperate hopes of the poor wretches who’d realized early on what sort of crisis they were all in for.



Finally, after nearly a decade of off-and-on researching, Daeryn found a scroll written by Valentinus himself. The man had travelled to many planets before settling on the one he called home and in his travels he’d happened upon a planet called Earth. Their women, these humans, could be mated successfully in almost all aspects. He decided he would visit this Earth and see for himself.



Though the journey was long and arduous, Daeryn urged himself onward, driven by the need that hammered at him without cease. He’d grown weary of his solitary existence and the romantic soul of him hungered for his woman. Andif a person went hungry long enough they began to starve.



When he’d crash landed in what he later determined to be southern Virginia he’d been quite disoriented at first. Valentinium was roughly the same size as this planet but the difference in population, both in total amount and density of inhabited areas, was vast to a laughable degree.



But then he’d felt it. The pull. He was stunned to discover that not only could he mate with a human woman but that the instincts associated with the mating bond would guide him to her.



And so using his advanced ability for acquiring knowledge and not a little telekinesis – stealing cars by starting their engines with his mind – he followed that pull. He’d arrived in Atlanta shortly thereafter and he’d been searching her out like a fiend ever since.



He closed his eyes as he concentrated. This morning he’d come to the uptown district of Buckhead. He stood atop a relatively tall building so that he could survey the area.



Coffee. Mint. Gasoline. He’d smelled it all before. Scrambled eggs. Pancakes. Orange Juice. All the scents of the morning. He couldn’t help it. His heart dropped. Another day without her…she was near, but he couldn’t find her. He was convinced that there was no greater torture.



Orchids. Makai Orchids to be exact. Fragrant and fresh, but not a scent…an impression…and identity.



Her.



He was cupping an erection before it even registered that he was hard. He’d scented her and his body’s reaction had been instantaneous. An almost cruel smile curved his lips. The hunter in his blood was intent, focused. It wouldn’t be long now. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought with an inward growl of male anticipation.



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Kahlia let out a frustrated burst of air that sent a few loose strands of hair flying out of her face. She set her empty coffee mug on the table before her and stretched, reaching upwards to relieve some of the tension in her back. So far, they had one lead. It was a great one, but it was the only one.



The night before, local police in Emporia, VA had been flooded with reports of a suspected UFO crash. By the time the authorities arrived on the scene there was no sign of the crash and it was brushed off by most as nothing more than a hoax. For Kahlia and her brothers, the disappearance of the evidence of the crash was all the proof they needed that it had been a Valentinian vessel. Most spacecraft from Valentinium was equipped with cloaking and glamour capabilities — both to conceal the vehicles when they were in flight or on the ground, whether they were intact or not. They were confident that someone from their home planet was on Earth.



Unfortunately, after the reports from the people of Emporia the only other thing they had to go on was a few of those reports mentioned the sighting of a tall, golden-haired man walking south on a narrow dark road near the site of the crash that had seemingly never taken place.



South. After that, the trail went cold. She’d spent the morning combing the internet for other reports of strange sightings, either of the crash or of the man and had come up empty. She decided to grab another k-cup for her individual-serving coffee maker but found that her last cup had been the final one in the house. Knowing she’d never be able to think without another cup, she heaved a sigh, slammed her already-socked feet into a pair of neon pink sneakers and tossed on a fleece. It was almost mid-February and the fickle Georgia weather had decided to make this day a cold one. She hoped the spandex lounge capris she had on would keep her warm enough for the short drive to Starbucks.



She punched the button for the elevator, shot down to the garage beneath the high-rise that housed her penthouse, and was in her car, a sleek Mercedes sedan, in less than 2 minutes. It was the Saturday before Valentine’s Day so there were a few people out, but traffic was light and she was pulling out of the drive-thru with a Grande White Mocha in no time. She’d just turned onto the one-lane, one-way street that circled her building when a man stepped off of the curb directly in front of her car. She’d only been doing 30 but she still had to slam on the breaks to avoid running him over.



Heart in her throat she looked up to get a good look at him and her heart stopped beating all together for a second or two.



Tall? Check. This man was at least 6’4″.



Golden-haired. Check. From the curling burnished locks on his head to the faint shadow on his jaw and the light dusting she could see on his bare chest…Golden with a capital FUCK!



‘They didn’t mention eyes the color of emerald…’



The man had stopped, the hem of the long black coat he wore skimming the surface of a murky puddle left by the rain that had passed through earlier that morning. He didn’t seem to care. He was staring at her; gaze honed only on her, an expression of…hunger on his handsome face.



Yes, it was hunger. She recognized it because, just then, she felt it, too. That and she saw the bulging evidence of his arousal pressed against the dark wash of his jeans.



An answering heat low in the clenching feminine heart of her body. A moan she was barely conscious of issuing as he stepped closer to her car, his body moving with a rolling masculinity that spoke of a cool strength.



He licked his lips and she stiffened. She’d felt that! Kahlia reached up and touched her tingling bottom lip. He smirked, his eyes drifting down to her breasts, and did it again more deliberately. She cried out at the sensation of a warm, wet tongue laving over her right nipple.



“Impossible!” they cried out unison.



Her because she’d never experienced anything like what he’d just done to her.



Him because human women weren’t susceptible to Telepathic Touch and it only worked for sexual purposes between Valentinian mated pairs.



“Fuck me,” he gasped on a mutter of shock.



She was about to take him very literally.



The electronic locks on the car clicked and when he didn’t move she reached over, eyes gone smoky and locked with his, to pop open the passenger door.



She didn’t have to ask him twice. He was in the car in less time than it took for her to question what she’d just done.



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It was a wonder she didn’t crashed the car on the short drive into the parking garage. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him since he’d gracefully folded his big frame into the passenger seat. She assumed that since she hadn’t felt any jumps or bumps in the ride that she hadn’t killed anyone in her distraction.

(This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.)



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A few days later, as Brian was just about to leave to go to band practice, his smart phone chimed, announcing that he had received a text.



(Blair)



> U going 2nite?



(Brian)



< << Yeah U?



> No gotta work



< << That sucks



< << work Fri nite?



> I traded shifts to get off for 7 Worlds



< << O, I C



> U working Sun?



< << No. U?



> No. taking parents to airport at 7am.



< << Ouch – early



> Yeah. My aunt is sick, only flight they could get



A long pause…



> U wanna come over?



< << Really?



> I’ll be back by 8



come over when U want



< << C U @ 8



< << a.m. right?



> LOL yes



> B ready 2 practice



< << Practice what?



> Braining & mentalling



Remoting & pushing



> park in garage & shut door



(nosy neighbors don’t need 2 know)



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At 7:59 a.m. on Sunday, Brian pulled into the drive at Blair’s house, smiling when he saw the garage door standing open. He parked as directed, got out of his old Acura, hit the garage door button next to the door into the utility room, and went looking for Blair. She was in the den, with a towel wrapped around her that was just long enough to cover her “goodies,” her hair damp, brushing it out.



“Hey,” she said.



“I like your outfit,” Brian said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He +brained her towel loose, and it fell to the floor, and he said, his lips brushing hers, “I like it even better now…”



“Mmmm,” she purred, “you, um, you seem to have me at a disadvantage here.”



“So, what are you going to do about it?”



She returned to kissing him. He felt his shorts unbutton, unzip, and fall to the floor. He kicked off his flip flops, and kicked the shorts away.



He felt his boxers start to lower, but just like at Seven Worlds, the elastic hung up on his erection. He popped free, and they fell to the floor.



“See?” she whispered, “we need practice.”



“What about my t-shirt?”



She gestured for him to hold his arms up. His shirt began climbing his chest, gathering as it raised. It crossed his shoulders, continued up his arms, and over his head, the neck snagging on his nose.



“We – need – practice,” she said.



She +remoted his t-shirt the rest of the way off. It popped free, and floated down to the floor.



“I’m impressed,” he said.



“Aaah, not that good. I tried to hang it on your boner as it fell. We. Need. Practice.”



He took one of her hands in his, and raised it up. He twirled her slowly, a complete circle, taking in all the sights as she spun.



“Like what you see?”



“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” is all he could articulate, and he spun her again, slower. “If this is practice, I like it. When do your parents get back?”



“Friday.”



“We have lots of time, then.”



“Umm hmmm.”



She led him to the couch, sat him in the center, and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His erection was trapped between her tummy and his. She grasped his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. “Look, Brian, I know it doesn’t seem like it right this second, but I want to go slow. We’re naked already because with you I feel free and safe, and with you, getting there is fun. But, I don’t want to feel rushed.



“I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to worry about contraception.” She glanced down at his boner, which was losing some of its oomph… “Don’t you worry, big guy, you’re gonna be plenty busy today.”



She stared into his eyes. He found that he was thinking of carrying her to her bedroom. “Blair, are you +pushing me?”



“Maybe… what are you feeling?”



“I have this urge to pick you up and carry you to your bed.”



“Excellent. What are you waiting for?”



Lying on her bed, she said, “now, you +mental me.” She paused a moment, and blushed, rolling over on her tummy, saying, “Are you an ass man, Brian?”



“Not exclusively, but I happened to notice that yours is quite nice.”



He straddled her lower legs, and ran the tips of his nails up the backs of her thighs, starting at the soft back part of her knees, all up to and across her heart-shaped butt. Every fine hair on her body stood at full attention. “You have a really nice touch…” He did it again, stroking a second path.



He massaged the backs of her thighs, moving slowly, again, from her knees to her bum. He sort of kiss/lick/sucked on the sensitive skin behind her knees, and did the same to the crease between the tops of her thighs and the bottom of her ass.



“Mmmm, that feels really good.”



He +mentalled her again, and she turned over on her back. “You’re a good listener,” he said.



She rolled onto her side, facing him. “Will you just hold me for a bit? We both got up so early this morning, and you’ve got me so relaxed… I swear I’m not just teasing you, but it’s not even 9 am, and right now I’d love to cuddle.”



He received a vision of toe-curling sex later in the day, and raised his eyebrows as a question. She answered with a soft nod and sleepy eyes. Then she was asleep, with her arm around his waist, her leg draped over his, and a Mona Lisa grin on her face.



Brian didn’t think he would be able to go back to sleep, but tucked into her warm embrace, with her breath gentle on his chest, he was down and out within a minute.



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He awoke, momentarily disoriented, with an intense erection. He realized that this was more than mere morning wood, because it had two lips around it, first just around the very tip, then sliding slowly down, pulling in about three quarters of his 7 inches, then back out to the top. Her tongue swirled maddeningly around the tip, then she began her trip down toward the base again. She repeated this several more times, then noticed he was awake.



“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” she cooed.



“Afternoon? What time is it?”



“A little after 2.”



“2 in the afternoon? Damn… You been up long?”



“Five, maybe ten minutes. I’ve been watching you sleep. This is new for me – I’ve never +pushed anyone who was asleep before, and I’ve never +pushed anyone for foreplay. I wanted to see if I could sweeten your dreams…”



“It seems to have worked – is this the response you wanted?”



She giggled, and he savored the sound.



He paused, +mentalling her, and she looked back at him with wide eyes, and laid back, raising her hands over her head, arching her back in a deep, displaying stretch. If he had any doubt that she had received his +mentalling, it vanished when she cooed, “Mmmm, yes, go for it.”



He raised up on one elbow, and since she had liked the backs of his nails on the backs of her thighs, ran them slowly up from her navel, through the valley between her breasts, around both of them in a figure eight, circling near her nipples but not over them, and then down to her shaved mound. He returned to her navel, and repeated the whole pattern, this time raking his nails over her nipples, causing them to reach for the sky.



He cupped her nearest tit, kissed her nip, circled it with his tongue, and then lightly tongued “I love mentalling” across it, in tiny cursive letters. She began to moan, softly. He traced a zigzag line to the other breast with his tongue, and wrote “I love being pushed” on its nip.



He began to see an image of his head between her thighs, so he started a slow, curving trail down from her breasts, lingering on her tummy for a minute, tonguing her navel as if it were a mini-pussy, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.



He lowered himself the rest of the way to her waiting slit, and lifted her knees up and apart, settling his shoulders under her thighs. He kissed first one inner thigh, then the other, homing in on her sweet sex.



He kissed the hood of her clit lightly, eliciting a moan, and lapped from the bottom of the slit to the top. He repeated her tongue massage several times, bottom to top and back, slowly and sensuously. Using his thumbs, he pulled her outer lips apart, and echoed the pattern on her inner folds – intensifying by increasing the depth rather than speeding up. He continued several more times, widening how he held her outer lips, giving his tongue access to increasing depths of her inner folds.



When his tongue returned to her clit, he circled it a couple of times, and wrote on it, in cursive, “tunnel of pleasure,” privately enjoying the reference to Seven Worlds. He puckered his lips, and sucked her clit softly between them, pulling it free of the surrounding soft folds. Maintaining the suction, he began to circle it with his tongue, starting slow, and increasing the pace. “Oh my, that feels in-CRED-ible,” he heard her moan. Then his mind was swamped with images of him on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him.



He placed the tip of his erection between her outer lips, and being careful not to lose the connection, lowered himself over her. He began, as slowly and smoothly as he could, to press his length into her. She pulled his face onto hers, enveloping his mouth. “So that’s what I taste like… mmm, never tasted myself before…”



He continued to ease into her, as slowly as possible. He finally reached the hilt, the slow friction electric along his length, and her breathing suggested that she found it just as satisfying. He pressed his pubic bone against hers, and rolled his hips in a circle. “Oh my god, you fill me up… you fit me so perfectly,” she mumbled. To him, she was incredibly tight and warm. Although it felt almost too good to leave, he began to pull out, as slowly as he had entered. When he reached the end of his stroke, he was careful to leave only the very tip in her. Then he did it all over again.



She locked her lips over his, her tongue assaulting his, and he maintained the slowest stroking he could manage, until she telegraphed her eagerness to move on. He was careful only to let her increase the tempo a tiny bit per stroke. He could feel her need building, but he resisted the urge to rush.



As they began to gain momentum, she raised her thighs up along his ribs, and locked her ankles over the small of his back. He maintained their tempo, stroking her confidently, in a zone, feeling no urge to cum too soon. Her passion was building, but he was in no hurry, knowing that the longer their orgasms built, the more intense they would be.



When he felt himself pass the point of no return, he doubled the rate of his stroking. She emitted a low-pitched, continuous moan, warbling each time he bottomed out in her. He felt her pussy began to constrict over him, and that launched him over the edge. He deep-stroked her until their orgasms had peaked, then he pushed in as far as he could go, and held it there.



She pressed against him, rocking her hips against his, grinding little circles against the base of his length. She squeezed him as tight as she could, with her arms, legs, and channel. She found his mouth with hers, and deep into an intense kiss, began to relax the other ways she was holding him.



“In… fucking… credible… I’ve… never… cum… like… that… before…” she eventually said. “What did you DO to me?”



She rolled them onto their sides, and kissed his forehead, kissed his cheeks, and kissed his chin. She rolled them a little further, so now she was on top, and he was still inside her. “Oh baby, that was in-TENSE,” she croaked, her voice temporarily gone. “Hold me, hold me, hold me.”



He did.



When they awoke, an hour later, she was still on top of him, his now-limp cock still inside her. She smiled at him, purred “hi,” and snuggled her face into his neck.



She sensed him +mentalling her, raised her head slightly, her eyes now wide, and stared into his eyes. “Really?” she whispered.



He replied, “Only one way to find out…”



She lifted her torso, pressing her hands on his shoulders, supporting herself on straight arms. He began to softly caress and massage her breasts, and she started the tiniest of rocking motions with her hips, squeezing his soft cock inside her, although it was beginning to stir.



Without breaking their motions, she whispered, “earlier, I kept hearing these feral animal sounds… who was that? I don’t think I’ve ever met her before…” and he grinned.



He lightly used his fingertips to circle her nipples, first tracing her pink areolas, then centering in on the hardening little buds, then widening out to tracing an outline around the whole breasts. “These are really nice,” he said.



She answered, “Do you really think so? They’re not exactly the biggest in the group…”



“Biggest is not always best.”



“Good answer.”



He was getting nice and hard, and she was definitely getting wet, so he began to move in and out of her, just a little bit. She whispered, “Do you really like them?” She felt him twitch inside her, “You do, don’t you?”



“Oh, yeah…” he responded, cupping them in his hands, squeezing them while he lightly rolled the now-hard nips between his thumbs and forefingers.



She leaned forward to kiss him, meeting his tongue with hers, swirling it, sucking it in and out as if it were a mini-cock. Her forward posture allowed him to begin a longer thrust with his now fully hard cock, and as before, he started slow.



After a few long, slow thrusts, she pulled herself back to upright, sitting on him with all her weight, temporarily stopping any movement. He felt her squeezing him, and she said, “I just want to feel you inside me. I’ve never felt this full before, you’re such a perfect fit. This is paradise…” Then she lowered her chest down to his, covering his face with her hair, and whispered into his ear, “Now fuck me. Fuck me absolutely silly…”



He didn’t start slow this time. She was expecting slow, and when she felt him slam into her, her pussy flooded and she trembled with delight. Every thrust of his, she matched with one of her own. Every time he bottomed out, she gave her hips a tiny, extra roll forward, which he realized was giving her clit direct stimulation against his base, so he adjusted his angle to fully accommodate that.



When they found the ideal tempo, he began to concentrate on depth and power. He maximized each stroke, making sure that he was almost completely out of her at the top, and that she got her extra little nudge at the bottom. Her breathing, through pursed lips, was deep, fast, and steady. She was beginning to moan, and was getting louder, building toward the low, animalistic howl she had made earlier. The sound excited him, and though he thought he had achieved his maximum size inside her, he felt himself grow slightly more.



She felt it too, and lifted her chest off him slightly and arched her back, making her breasts available to him. He caressed them with his cupped hands. He pushed them inward, bringing her nips together, almost touching. He bent forward, arching his neck and upper back, and began to suck on her nips, going back and forth quickly from one breast to the other.



That was all the push she needed, and the wave of her orgasm broke over her, consuming her. She howled wildly, her hips rocking almost uncontrollably, again causing her voice to warble. The contractions in her pussy squeezed his cock so tight that he began to cum too, and he thrashed wildly up into her. He released her tits, grasping her hips, pressing her down over his spasming cock, and held her there, rocking his hips against her, giving her clit a final bit of stimulation. She collapsed onto his chest, smiling wildly. “Happy, happy, happy,” he heard her murmuring under her breath…



: : : : :



They had a pizza delivered, Brian staying back from the door, so that the nosy neighbors wouldn’t be any the wiser. As they enjoyed their thin-crust Hawaiian Delight, with Canadian bacon and pineapple, Blair asked, “So what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”



“Not until noon. You?”



“One o’clock.”



“Cool.”



“Um, Brian…”



“Yes, Blair?”



“You… you wanna stay over?”



“Really?”



“Yeah, will you?”



“Sure, that’d be awesome. I should call my mom, I’ll tell her I’m staying at Jon’s. I do it all the time, she never checks.”



“Do you need to call Jon, too?”



“That’s probably best, so he can cover if, for instance, MY aunt gets sick or something.”



‘Wouldn’t they just call you on your cell?”



“Yeah, you’re probably right. Um, do you not want Jon to know, or something.”



“No, it’s not that. Well, maybe it is, sorta. Yeah, maybe.”



“Blair, what’s going on? I thought we’ve been having a great day. I mean, we had a little drama at Seven Worlds, but that was DAYS ago, I thought we’d pretty much worked through that. Today has been nothing but awesome.”



Blair flushed, and shyly said, “Well, duh! Today has been great. Several firsts for me today… I mean, wow…”



She paused, gathering her thoughts.



“No, you’re right, today has been awesome. It has nothing to do with today, and it has nothing to do with Seven Worlds; but we have to talk. Something’s bothering me, and I can’t work it out by myself. Let’s finish eating; I’d rather have your undivided attention.”



They each took another bite, then Brian put his pizza down. “Let’s talk now. I’m so into today, I’m so into you right now, if there’s something you need to tell me, I don’t think I’m hungry.”



Blair teared up, and said, straining to hold her voice steady, “It’s not… um, it’s just… oh shit, come on, come sit with me on the couch.”



They settled, facing each other, feet up on the cushions, Blair positioned Brian’s legs so they bridged over her lap, and stretched her legs over his. She took both his hands in hers, and held them tightly.



“Brian, I’m afraid. Today has been so great, not just the sex, but the closeness, the companionship. You’re everything I want in a guy. But, see, I, um, I…” She faltered, her voice trailing off. She seemed to be struggling for words.



“Blair, just tell me. I think we’ve shown that we have a pretty amazing ability to talk through things. We’ve worked through some very difficult topics, and, to me anyway, it was easy. I can’t imagine anything that you couldn’t tell me.”



“Okay… alright. Here goes.” She took a deep breath. “Brian, I’m afraid I have you here on false pretenses. I… I’ve… I feel like I’ve deprived you of your free will. Oh, this is coming out all wrong…” and a tear leaked from her eye.



“Blair, is this about that thing you said at Seven Worlds, that you’ve been +mentalling me, or rather, your term, +pushing me to like you?”



Almost inaudibly, she answered, “yes.”



“I already answered that, do you remember what I said?”



“I remember. You said I didn’t have to +push you, that you do like me. But Brian, don’t you see, how would you know the difference?”



“Blair, back up, that’s most of what I said, but I think you’re overlooking the most important part of it.” He pulled his hands from hers, and took her hands so that he was holding hers, rather than the other way around.



“Sweet Blair… you said that you’d been +pushing me since the eighth grade. Right?” She nodded. “And I said, think back, I said that I’ve liked you longer than that, since before then. Remember? That’s the truth, Blair, I’ve liked you since BEFORE the eighth grade.”



She nodded, and spoke, almost inaudibly, “But I’ve been +pushing you for 4 years, that’s nearly a quarter of our lives. You don’t have any way of knowing how you’d feel today if I hadn’t done that.”



“I DO know how I feel today, and after the day we’ve had, I don’t see how you could doubt that.”



She smiled, sighed, and said, “Today was great, but with all due respect, you’re a guy. You’re a great guy, you’re my favorite guy, but, you’re a guy, and what guy wouldn’t have liked today? I mean, I was naked within a minute of you walking in the door, and we spent the last ten hours in bed. I mean, what’s not to like?”



“Wow, Blair… You ARE full of surprises. I mean, I’m sitting here falling in love with you, and it seems like you think that’s a bad thing. You’re turning our shared ‘talent’ around, which, by the way, I thought we’ve been sharing pretty spectacularly.

“You’re, you’re turning it into a lose/lose scenario. I’m sitting here feeling more connected to someone than I’ve EVER felt, and you seem to think that I’m just your robot zombie.”



Blair threw her arms around his neck, saying “I didn’t say you’re my robot zombie, silly. And I’m feeling very connected to you, too. But, what you just said, it’s obvious that we’re very receptive to each other’s +pushing. And I’ve been +pushing you for a long time – years – to feel affection towards me, and now you do. It’s not that I doubt you, it’s that I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve you. That’s what it is.”



Brian sat in silence. He wanted to kiss her and tell her that it’s all OK, but he saw the bind he was in – if he used affection to convince her she was wrong, she’d think that he was acting that way due to her influence. And if he withheld affection to show her that her +pushing didn’t work, then she would believe that she had been right the whole time, and he only liked because of her +pushing.



“It’s a perfect Catch 22,” he said. “Damned of I do, damned if I don’t. I don’t see how I can prove to you that I like you of my own free will, regardless of your supposed influence.”



They sat in silence, holding each other close. “I do,” she whispered.



“What?”



“I have a way you can prove it…”



Long pause… “How?”



Longer pause… “You’re not gonna like it. I mean, actually, you are gonna like it, you’re REALLY gonna like it, but, oh, I don’t know…”



“What is it? Blair, just say the words…”



She closed her eyes, and forced the words out into the open. “I want you to be with all the girls in the group. Then, if you still choose me, THEN I’ll be able to believe that it’s your free choice.”



“I’m not sure what you mean.”



“I want you to seduce the girls.”



Brian was stunned.



“All of them?”



She nodded. “Every one.”



“Even Jenn?” he asked. She nodded.



“Even Terese?” She nodded.



“Doesn’t this seem a little, um, extreme?”



“It might be. But you have no idea how guilty I feel. I mean, this is not about doubting you, Brian. I know that you believe what you’re saying, that if I hadn’t +pushed you, we would still be here, together, now.



“But, you’ll never really KNOW, and I won’t either. You might well have ended up with one of the others, and unless you get to be with each of them, and still come back to me, I’ll always have that doubt. I couldn’t live with that.”



“Wow,” is all Brian could say.



They sat in silence for a minute.



“Brian, did you ever do something, could be very small, but for some reason it just haunts you, you can’t shake the memory?”



“Sure, who hasn’t?”



“For me, it was a friend’s dog, Ginger. Really sweet Cocker Spaniel. My friend and I had been arguing, just a misunderstanding, meaningless third grade stuff, but at the time it seemed like the most important thing in the world. Well, I’m storming out of her house to go home, and in anger I just kicked my foot in the air in frustration. I wasn’t looking, and Ginger was at my feet, she had run up, happy to see me.



“I swear, I wasn’t trying to kick the dog. I mean, I didn’t even know she was there, but my foot caught her square in the ribs. I actually heard the air pushed out of her lungs. She yelped, but nobody came running, nobody saw me, so I wasn’t in trouble or anything. But the look of betrayal she gave me as she ran off, I can still see it. She was afraid of me for the rest of her life. If I was around, she’d cower, she’d run from me if I got too close, and she never again came to me when I called her. Can you imagine the regret?” Brian nodded. “THAT’s the degree of guilt I feel at +pushing you to like me all this time.”



“Do you want me to go home?”



“Why, do you want to, after hearing all that?”



“No, not at all. I’m just not sure what’s next… IF I agree to do this, and that’s a big if at this moment, where are we? Are we all systems go, are we on pause until I finish this ‘task,’ or what?”



“I don’t know, I haven’t thought it completely through…”



“Well, what about right now?”



“Um, after the day we’ve shared, no, I don’t want you to go. I’m really looking forward to the rest of the evening.”



“Isn’t THAT good enough for moving on, looking forward to what’s next?”



“Maybe. But I doubt it. See, I guess I thought that there would always be something interfering with you and me actually getting together, that it would never happen. Now that it’s a real possibility, I’m thrilled, and I’m really surprised to be feeling this level of regret. But, it’s the way I feel, it just is, and I’m not wired to overlook or suppress my feelings.”



“Well, do I have to give you an answer right now?”



“Um, no, not tonight. I won’t set a deadline, but it should be soon, I don’t want to stretch it out indefinitely.”



“Would it require you to overlook or suppress any feelings if I were to curl your toes another time or two this evening.”



She grinned, for the first time in minutes. “No. Not at all. Not a bit.”



They sat in silence for a minute. Blair looked out the back window at the final moments of sunset. “Um, it looks nice out. The pool is great after dark. Wanna go for a swim?”



“I didn’t bring a suit.”



“I was counting on that.”



: : : : :



Blair lay on her back on the pool deck, her bum positioned right on the edge, her knees pulled up tight to her chest. A warm evening breeze caressed every inch of her naked body. Her hands held fistfuls of Brian’s hair. He stood in 4 feet of water, his tongue dancing on her clit. She released one handful of hair and brought her knuckle to her mouth to bite on, to suppress the animal shriek she felt building in her chest. If she didn’t stifle the howl she felt building, the nosy neighbors would definitely hear.



Blair had never before had an outdoor orgasm, or an oral orgasm. When he had begun, she had assumed that it was foreplay, like before, and she tried to break it off as she felt the familiar wave building. But Brian flooded her mind with images of her cumming on his tongue, and she was not able to resist.



Her reluctance had to do with something that had been another first for her earlier in the day, which she had not admitted to Brian: she had never given head before. When she had stirred him from sleep by +pushing sensual images at him, and he had gotten so hard before he awoke, she just had to try it.



Now that she was cumming on his tongue, her sense of fairness dictated that she would now suck him to orgasm, and she was not at all sure about that. Most of the girls had done it, as well as some of her other friends. Most of them liked it, but a few didn’t. At all.



Only Jennifer admitted that she had swallowed. The way Jenn described how much Phil liked that, Blair wanted to do it for Brian, but the thought put her mind in turmoil – what did it taste like, would it gross her out, could she handle it, would it make her puke? And, besides, what ever happened to “Let’s take it slow?”



When she had finished cumming, she slid into the water, and draped her arms around Brian’s neck. “That was a-MAY-zing…” She kissed him, tasting herself again, loving it.



Despite the struggle in her mind, she walked him to the shallow end, backing him onto the top step of the stone steps out of the water, and settled onto her knees at his waist.



“Wait,” he said, “Are you OK with this? You don’t have to… I mean, we did agree we were going to take it slow.”



With those words, any reluctance she felt melted away, she was now determined to suck him to the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. She answered him by taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could, and when he shot his load into her mouth, she liked it fine, and had no difficulty swallowing every drop.



: : : : :



After they showered the chlorine off, and were falling asleep, Blair whispered, “What you said earlier, that you’re falling in love with me, did you mean it?”



Brian nodded.



“You’re falling in love with me, too, you know…” he said and closed his eyes, nearly asleep.



That ship, she thought, has already sailed…



: : : : :



When they awoke the next morning, without any +mentalling or +pushing, they both seemed to feel that warm, gentle touching said much more than any words could.



A half hour melted away. Brian broke the comfortable silence.



“Baby, I’ve been thinking. About what you’ve asked me to do.”



He paused, and his train of thought was interrupted by a series of images of naked teenage girls – first Terese, then Alana, Carina, Megann, and Jennifer. Then Terese again, holding Brian’s erection beside her face and taking it into her mouth, sucking slowly on the tip; Alana on her elbows and knees with her legs spread, looking over her shoulder expectantly, waiting for insertion; Carina on her back, legs spread, guiding Brian’s hard-on into-



“Quit it!” Brian said gruffly, breaking the vision.



Gently, he said, “This is serious, we need to talk.”



He paused, collecting himself, clearing the visions from his head. Blair felt herself tensing, nervous about what he was going to say…



“I understand what you’re worried about. I get it. But there’s a whole facet to your task that I don’t think you’ve considered.” Her face was frozen in a deer-in-the-headlights look, and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing, but she nodded, so he continued.



“All our relationships are intertwined – you, me, all the girls, the guys in the band. Nothing happens in a vacuum, everything has ripples, interactions, and consequences.”



She saw where he was headed. “And if you just run around, fucking anything with a skirt, it would shatter everything.”



“Exactly. I mean, Terese – how would she ever recover from finally getting my attention, if I fuck her and then dump her.



“And Jenn – how can I ever face her or Phil again if I seduce her?”



“You’re right, but…”



“But what?”



“But, I don’t know. Brian, I need you to understand how much I’ve enjoyed the last 24 hours…” He grinned, and she punched him lightly on the chest, “not just the sex, Mr. one-track-mind. We’re good together. But I feel so guilty about how I got you here, I need to do something to ease that.”



Brian spoke softly. “I’m not giving up on the idea that just looking forward to what’s next, together, would be enough.”



“Sure, Brian, short term, you’re right. But what I’m worried about is, ten, twenty, even thirty years from now. We’ll be sitting there, about to turn fifty, and will you be going, damn, what if I had ended up with Carina? Or Jenn. Or Terese-”



“Not Terese.”



“Ok, maybe not Terese… But, maybe Terese, it’s possible.”



“Well, I have a fragment of an idea. It needs a lot of work, it’s not fully formed, but I haven’t thought of anything better.”



“What is it?”



“OK. If I’m going to end up in bed with each of them, and somehow avoid exploding everything, I think we need to start by coming up with a series of setups. We make up some little one-act plays, one for each girl, and we use our psychic ability to make them happen. We take it one at a time, both of us, +pushing together, so that for each one of them it doesn’t come across as just me, trying to get into her pants, but where a series of events occurs, so intense that in each case, the natural outcome is sex. Each one of them has got to see it as a one-time situation, a series of coincidences.



“And each one of them has got to think the sex is her idea, that way she’ll want to keep it quiet. And she can’t realize it’s a setup. It’s got to be perfect, just perfect, so the ripples and consequences are small enough not to ruin anything.”



“I see what you mean, but I’m not sure how that would work.”



“I’ve only thought of one scene, and it’s not very good.”



“What is it?”



“Remember at the end of last summer, Jon’s parents were out of town, and the band threw the grain alcohol party at his house?”



“Yeah. Everyone got smashed.”



“Who was the drunkest?”



“Phil and Jennifer. Phil passed completely out, he was gone for hours.”



“Exactly. What if we can arrange a similar evening, get Phil passed out again, and by both of us +pushing Jenn, she and I end up in bed. If she’s drunk enough, maybe we could even get her to remember it as Phil.”



“That’s very deceptive, and kind of sleazy, isn’t it?”



“Sleazier than pretending to be interested in Terese so I can fuck her, then dump her?”



“Well, when you put it like that…”



“I’m not saying that’s a scene that we would use, in fact, I hope it’s not one we use, there’s got to be a better idea.”



“It IS pretty weak.”



“I’m just saying we take that general concept and build on it.



“One more thing. There are five girls, and I feel very strongly that we should have all five scenes worked out before we try to actually do any of them. I don’t want to do two or three of them, and THEN realize that we don’t have a good enough concept for the others. These setups have got to be good, really good.”



“You’re getting into this, aren’t you?”



“Baby, I’m into you. If this is what it takes to give you a clear conscience, it’s what we’ll do.”



“Ok, you’ve given me something to think about. And you’re gonna be late to work if you don’t jump in the shower now.”



“Join me?”



“Then you’d be late for sure…”



: : : : :



Brian spent Monday night at home, but he set up his story so that he could spend Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights at Blair’s. She found him a spare garage door remote, so that he could zip right in, even if she hadn’t gotten home from work yet.



They spent most of Tuesday talking and exploring each other’s bodies.



After they had eaten dinner on Wednesday, Brian said, “I guess I’m gonna need to get a box of condoms. If we’re going to do these scenarios, we sure don’t want any ‘little bundles of joy’ as a result.”



Blair shook her head. “Nothing to worry about, they’re all on the pill.”



“Are you sure? How do you know that?”



“Let’s just say that you find out a lot when you’ve played Truth Or Dare several times. Some of them are less experienced than the others, but let’s just say that none of them are prudes, none of them are virgins, and none of them are ‘unprepared.’”



“And you’re sure they were all being totally honest? Nobody was exaggerating, claiming more experience than she really has?”



“Brian, we don’t measure our self-worth by our exploits like you guys do, so we’re not prone to exaggerate.”



: : : : :



P r a c t i c e



Blair said, “You know, when I texted you about practicing, I was teasing, but now that we have all this time together, it might be good to actually do it. I’d like to know if there are things you’ve done that I haven’t, that kind of thing. Maybe we could even figure out something new that neither of us realized we could do.”



Their early attempts at practice were pretty loose and unstructured, consisting more of demonstrating and comparing what each of them was able to do. They didn’t really learn anything new about their abilities, but they learned plenty about each other, and how they had handled their abilities through their lives.



+Braining / +remoting seemed simpler to compare, so they explored it first. In the end, it seemed that they were each able to do pretty much the same things. They decided that even though the terms +brain and +remote meant exactly the same thing, they had each used their own word for so many years, they would continue using the separate terms.



Blair had never tried to +remote a body part, which Brian was unable to do. They discovered that she couldn’t, either. She argued, “that doesn’t make sense, we’re missing something here. I +remote parts of things all the time – I turn on the radio in the car, I start the dishwasher, I hang up my cell phone… and we’ve both shown that we can unhook a pair of pants…”



They laughed, then Brian explained, “Each of those things happens with a separate piece – the car radio has an on switch, the phone an end-call button, pants a button or a metal buckle. That’s different than a nipple or a clitoris, which is completely attached.” Blair blushed…



They discovered that neither of them appeared to have a size limit, only a weight limit. They had read of “super-telekinetics,” people who could move cars, buses, even larger things. Blair struggled with much more than a glass of water or a full can of Pepsi, while Brian could occasionally move a 2-liter soft drink or a six-pack of beer, but it exhausted him.



Apparently, understanding how something worked was not necessary to being able to manipulate it. Brian could take a cell phone apart, explain what the pieces were called and what they did, and successfully reassemble it. Blair didn’t care about any of that, but she could +remote it just as well as he could.



Neither of them had experimented with distance, and they decided that they didn’t have any interest in affecting things beyond their immediate surroundings.



They were both able to manipulate things that were hidden from view, such as Blair’s bra clasp.



That distracted them, and then they were practicing other things.



: : : : :



Thursday night, they decided to dive in to +pushing / +mentalling. Brian was so new to +mentalling, he was willing to adopt Blair’s word +pushing. It would be simpler to explore if they used the same word.



Brian had many questions, since compared to Blair, he was such a novice. Blair wasn’t able to give step-by-step instructions, but she had an easy way of understanding what Brian was asking, and by giving examples, making things clear for him.



“Blair, how did you send me those pictures?”



“Which pictures?”



“You know, of the girls, when you were ‘selling’ me on the idea of seducing them, Terese sucking me–”



“Um, I kinda just thought it, and apparently, you received it.”



“Obviously you made them up, because Terese and I have never done that, so there’s not a real photo that you could send. Did you just kinda think, ‘Terese sucking Brian,’ or did you, like, paint the image in your mind and ‘send’ it?”



“I’m not sure. I’ve +pushed long enough, that I don’t have to think in that much detail to do it. You know, to walk, you don’t have to think, move left foot forward, transfer weight to left leg…”



“OK, let me think of an example… when we were in the pool, and you were anxious about cumming on my tongue,” her face flushed bright red, “and I +pushed you that it was OK, how did that come across to you?”



“Oh, I was flooded with visuals of us there, just like we were, me on the side, you in the water, only in the pictures, I was cumming, and in reality, I wasn’t yet.”



“So that +pushing was very visual… interesting. How about that first one, at band practice, when I +pushed you to flash me?”



“That one was kind of verbal. Well, not really verbal, not like you were ordering me, just kind of a thought, ‘Show Brian your undies. Move so he can see up your leg,’ kind of thing.”



“Interesting. Sending those didn’t seem all that different to me, although in the pool, I was obviously much more focused.”



“Try one now,” she said. She sat there just a second, then said, “OK, got it.”



“What did you receive?”



“I saw us, naked, going at it.”



“How? Missionary? Doggy?”



She blushed, “Sixty-nine.”



“Excellent. That’s exactly what I sent. Here’s another…”



She began to unbutton her shirt. He smiled and said, “OK, cool. What did you receive that time?”



“It was more like when you +pushed me to flash you, sort of an unspeaking voice, ‘Take off your shirt.’”



“Interesting. ‘Unspeaking voice,’ I like that! It didn’t seem all that different to me. Maybe it is, and I just haven’t locked in on what the difference feels like. Try this one…”



“Um, I’m not receiving anything.”



“Really? How about now?”



“Nope, nothing.”



“OK, that’s good to know.”



“What were you sending me?”

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