Chapter 63

Andrea rode astride John’s hips, picking up speed. Her sister’s thighs straddled his head. They were face to face, caressing each other’s bodies as they moved. John lapped upwards happily.

John was quite recovered. He was able to stave off his own orgasm as the girls squealed and shuddered during their own. Then quick as a flash they reversed themselves. This time John couldn’t hold back any longer as he planted his seed inside Amy’s ultra-tight vagina. The day before they had experienced the opposite as John had anointed Andrea’s cervix with his juices. Afterwards the girls caressed each other and John.

“John?”

“Yes Amy?”

“You recognized me!” she beamed.

“Your voices are a little bit different. What did you want to ask?” he asked.

“Oh ... I was just wondering. How come I like sex so much with you, but I never enjoyed it with Nick?” she asked.

Andrea nodded agreement to the question. John’s fingertips softly played with their ass cheeks as they lay one each side of him.

“Well, I guess the biggest reason, is because you want to.” he said.

“How would that make it different?” Andrea asked.

“Well, first off, I’m not sure you ever knew before that you could enjoy it. But it makes a big difference if you want to make love with someone.” he said.

“But you’re bigger ... down there. But it doesn’t hurt! How can that be?” Amy persisted.

“Well, when you don’t want to do something, you tense up. A woman’s body can accommodate ... that means you will stretch out ... a much bigger one. But not if you’re all tense. Your muscles won’t relax and let you stretch out. When I enter you, I take my time and let your body get used to me. When Nick had sex with you, first off you didn’t want to, so you were tense. And then he didn’t take his time either. Or so you’ve told me. Also, I warm you up other ways first. When I tease you, your body produces natural lubricants that make it slide easier when I enter you.” he explained.

“So that’s what they mean by making a woman wet?” Andrea asked.

“Yes dear.” John said.

“Oh ... will you make us wet again?” she giggled.

“Tell you what. Why don’t I teach you something new. You know how you girls can sort of feel what each other do?”

They nodded.

“Well, when a body gets excited, it want’s to have an orgasm, but you can make the orgasm bigger. It lasts longer and feels better. The way you do that, is by pumping it up. When you feel the other one get real close to having one, you stop for a bit and let them settle down just a bit, then you do it again. If you do that at least four times, then the orgasm will be much better. The last time when you don’t stop, do what you’re doing even harder while they’re having the orgasm. That will help too.

You girls should be better at that than I am, cause you can feel what the other is feeling. The closer you can get them to an orgasm, without giving them one, the more excited they will get. Try it, I’ll watch and teach you.” he said.

Amy moved down between Andrea’s thighs and made a beeline for her most sensitive spot. Andrea started to buck almost instantly.

“Nope ... that spoils half the fun. Sneak up on it. Here, like this.” John said, moving between Andrea’s thighs.

Amy watched closely at everything he did. She nodded, aware of Andrea’s reactions to it. John took her to the first step, just shy of orgasm, then rolled aside to let Amy try it. She managed to get her much closer on the next step, let her drift back and then moved her there again. She didn’t stop at four. She moved on to six. Andrea now whipping her head back and forth violently. Her body quivering with pent up desire.

In San Francisco, Alice had to sit down. Her eye’s closed. Her body shivering a bit. She moaned softly.

“What’s wrong?” Sheila asked.

Alice looked at her distantly and managed to say: “John’s teaching something new to Amy. I never felt it this strong before.” she croaked.

She moaned softly again and her lip quivered.

Luckily, they were in Sheila’s apartment. Sheila leaned Alice back against her and held her tenderly, feeling the girls body tremble with desire. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. Her head twisting from side to side.

Amy held Andrea on the very edge with tiny flicks of her tongue. Andrea’s body was tensed up like a coil spring.

“Excellent. Now let her drift back just a bit and then dig in and don’t stop.” John whispered in Amy’s ear.

Alice writhed against Sheila’s body. She hadn’t touched the girl except to gently hold her against her. Her body began to tense up, only to relax just a bit before it tensed again. Each time she became a bit tenser. Each time her writhing and moaning became deeper. Her hands moved about, squeezing her small breasts through her clothes or pulling up hard between her legs like she was trying to hold something in. She began to elevate her hips as she got tenser. Each time Sheila thought she would go over the edge, but she would just get to it and then slide back a bit. Finally she held her hips up high, her whole body like a giant coiled spring. Her breathing stopped and she hung there suspended.

Amy followed John’s directions. Herself digging her own hips into the bed. She didn’t tell John she could now feel everything that she did to Andrea now, or that she was aware of how Alice felt at that moment. Her own body tensed up like a spring. She let Andrea (and herself and Alice) drift back just a bit and then she dug in as John had told her to.

Andrea almost launched herself off the bed, thrusting her hips into Amy’s tongue like a rocket taking off. At the same moment Amy dug her hips into the bed. Both women emptied their lungs in a scream that would curdle water.

Alice suddenly launched herself out of Sheila’s arms as the massive contractions shook her body, she screamed every cubic centimeter of air from her lungs, like a woman in childbirth. Her hips thrusting violently again and again into the air. Her body wracked by convulsions. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gasped and screamed again. Then she fell back unconscious.

John was unprepared for the onslaught that he’d instigated. Both girls thrusting and jerking violently. Their body’s convulsed again and again. Suddenly they lay still. Random quivers running over them. Goose bumps rose in waves and rippled up their bodies. They shivered and then were still again.

John became intensely worried. Amy hadn’t touched herself, yet she seemed to share every jerking convulsion with Andrea. John wondered how Alice felt.

First things first, he checked Amy’s pulse. It was rapid and weak. She wasn’t breathing yet. Neither was Andrea. He quickly rolled Amy over and breathed into her mouth, holding her nose. Suddenly Amy was sucking the breath out of him as Andrea rose up in a gasping breath.

Sheila had tears in her eyes. Not knowing what to do. She lifted Alice’s body into her arms. The girl wasn’t breathing. Just when Sheila was about to start mouth to mouth she suddenly took a great gasping breath, her body screaming in reverse as she filled her lungs and her hips rose up again for a moment and dropped.

Whatever had happened, she was now breathing again, although ragged. She was still unconscious, but her body was relaxing and her pulse was slowing. Slowly she returned to regular breathing and appeared to sleep normally.

The two girls began to breathe more evenly, now appearing to sleep. John cradled one in each arm. Hugging them and kissing their cheeks and foreheads. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He’d been afraid for their lives.

Sheila held Alice tenderly in her arms. Softly caressing the young girl. Her breathing now regular and even. Tears streamed down Sheila’s cheeks. Something inside her said: “It’s alright. We’re okay.”

At the same moment the same words entered John’s mind. He was startled beyond words.

Sheila reached for the phone, barely reaching it. She dialed the silo. Cindy answered.

“Hello”

“Whatever John’s doing with the triplets, tell him not to do it again. Now please.” Sheila said.

“Right away.” Cindy said, putting the phone down and running to the elevator.

She burst into the bedroom and found John holding the two girls in his arms. Tears running down his cheeks. The girls seemed okay, but asleep.

“Sheila’s on the phone. She says whatever you did with the girls, don’t do it again.” she said.

John nodded.

“Never ... I think they all felt it. All three of them.” he said, rocking the girls softly in his arms.

“She sounded scared to death.” Cindy said.

“I’ll talk to her. They’re okay now. Will you hold them while I talk to Sheila?” he asked.

“Of course ... be glad to.” Cindy said, moving onto the bed and taking one onto each arm.

John slipped out. Softly kissing each girl on the forehead. Then Cindy in thanks. He shakily made his way, nude, up to the Com room.

“Sheila?” he asked.

“God John, what did you do? I thought Alice was going to die!” she gasped.

“They all felt it. At the same time. It wasn’t me ... well, I mean I wasn’t doing it. I was directing Amy who was doing it to Andrea. I was teaching her how to pump up an orgasm. I didn’t count on what happened. You say Alice orgasmed too?” he asked.

“Like I never saw anybody orgasm before. She quit breathing.” she gasped.

“So did the other two. I grabbed the closest one and started mouth to mouth on her. Suddenly they both gasped.”

“Same here with Alice.” Sheila said.

“Alice is breathing normally, but seems to be asleep?” John asked.

“Yes.”

“Same here. Ah ... Sheila. Did you hear it?” he asked.

She knew what he meant. “Yes.”

“I never felt so much love in my whole life.” John said.

“I know. Me too. Like they were worried about us.” Sheila said.

“Yeah, well. I’m glad they’re all alright. I’d better get back. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you.” John said.

“I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow.” She said.

The girls weren’t exactly asleep. They wandered about in each other’s thoughts. Wrapping their essences around each other and hugging with their thoughts. For a while, they were essentially one mind. Merged and melted together. All they felt was boundless love. While in this state they could feel both John’s and Sheila’s concern. Completely feel it.

It was like they reached out to touch them both, feeling John’s deep ethics and Sheila’s hungry desire for his understanding. They could also feel the feeling of love they shared for one another, and for them. They sought to soothe their fears. Saying: “It’s alright, We’re okay.”

Both minds suddenly became aware of them and the girls retracted together, giggling into their Gestalt, a word they leaned in John’s mind.

They began playing and testing the bounds of themselves. They found a slight imperfection in their wholeness. One of them was just a shade out of sync. It was a minor imperfection. They knew they could cure it, but something greater gently stopped them. “Not yet”, it said. They sought to question the greatness they had felt, but they could not find it. They knew it surrounded them, but the knowledge it held was not to be theirs yet.

They moved on. Exploring like a child walking a meadow and looking at all it contained. They posed questions for themselves and could feel the answers.

They questioned their mother’s death at the time of their birth. They could feel her still, but could not reach her. They felt her love for them and they felt a joy that was indescribable. Then it was as if she said: “Now go play.”

They moved on. They knew their father. Could feel him and knew where he was. A far distant city. There was a blackness about him they chose not to enter, yet they knew a part of him was in them.

Again they moved on. Their childhood. Knowing each other’s pains and fears. Now they viewed it objectively. Not so bad ... until

NICK! Their mind snapped out at him in anger and some miles distant from the silo he sat up screaming in bed. Like a bolt of lightning had scorched his black soul. Then they felt his smallness, and they softened a bit. Compared to the greatness they felt in John, he was insignificant. They felt his contempt for women. They left him with a warning; Should he hurt another, they would know and they would hurt him, bad! They left him sobbing.

Moving on they found Candice. They could feel her warmth and compassion for them. They could feel her concern they would heal, and her fear that she was losing them as they grew. They wrapped her in love and hugged her, letting her know how much they cared. In the next bedroom from Sheila and Alice, she napped. She felt a warm glow of love like she had never known. They left her sleeping in utter peace.

They remembered the trip in the blizzard. Experiencing Alice’s coldness. Feeling her body retreat into itself. She had been close to death. A simple desire to sleep to escape the cold and numbness had prevailed. Even then sharing a common but separate mind, her lethargy was contagious. They all wanted to go to sleep. Candice had broken a ski. She felt distraught. She provided for them as best she could, tipping the toboggan against the wind and trying to direct what little heat she could from the crippled snow mobile. Their consciousness fading. Then a distant sound and a dim light.

John. Competent and caring. Like the father they never knew. He moved about in a strict priority. Doing what had to be done, because it was the right thing to do. He summoned others and then saw to them as best he could by himself. Holding them to his chest, their cold sucking the heat from his body. Fearing for their lives. Stuffing the packs that would warm them against their skin. His first touch like that of a protecting angel. They knew they would be alright. Even then they felt his great compassion. Then the distant sounds and two more lights. More warmth, more love and compassion.

Cindy and Theresa. Barely older than they, yet competent and confident in their understanding and actions. Like acolytes of Thor they followed John’s direction with complete devotion and faith in his knowledge and compassion. Knowing that what he told them to do, was the right thing to help the girls the most. Then one by one they were ferried to the warmth of shelter.

Sheila’s warmth and desire to do right. She flitted about doing everything her mind could think of. Doing what needed to be done, because it needed to be done. She was competent and caring. Even then they felt her burning need for John’s understanding. Mostly she wanted to help them, but a part of her wanted John to see that she was a competent and caring woman.