Chapter 4. Completing Li’s Cycle

Wednesday September 3, 2008.

Sunrise in my bedroom

This time of year the sun shines directly into my window about an hour after sunrise. I was already 70% awake and had been watching my pair of lovers for some time. Both had kicked off most of the covers, and they were drawn together in an embrace for the pure animal comfort. For Li that was natural, but for Jessica’s sweet dark flesh? This was a new pleasure, a flavor that delighted and tempted. Jessica never had any sleepovers, never dated, and never cuddled her father or his old man’s bed partners on the social nights. Holding tiny Li in her arms was a new natural pleasure, she was a warm friendly body with tits that Jessica now associated with pure erotic pleasure, clever wit and a source of wisdom about her own body.

Jessica was purely delicious to look at, exciting the mind and body. With her exotic dark flesh shaped in wonderful curves, and a trail of my cum flowing from her pussy, Jessica’s sex naturally drew my eye. In addition, with her eyes closed her plump lips were also a center of attention, after the bruising from my teeth they looked so plump, better than Abril’s. I could not help but imagine them as they enclosed my cock, licking, rubbing and sucking. But in her arms tiny, skinny, flat-chested Li drew my heart ... or perhaps something more cerebral, because in Li I saw a fiercely loyal, highly-skilled perfect weapon as well as a willing body for my pleasure. I think in those terms, even when I am ... now 80% hard.

Here is a clue: the most important of those adjectives is “loyal.” The others are purely window dressing, something that would pass. In my life loyalty wasn’t the first attribute, it was the only one that counted. It meant everything.

I knew that Li wanted one more thing from my body before breakfast, completing the cycle that she saw as an obligation and a privilege and a pure joy that bound us so tightly even if it was wrapped in pain. Since I abstained at work yesterday I figured that I had at least one shot left in my balls so I would give it to her where and how she wanted it, thereby demonstrating another new mind-blowing experience for Jessica at the same time.

Li had a need that was not about pleasure or pain, exactly. Both would blossom when I reached my peak. This was more about her self-image, about service and place, what we each did for each other. My service sustained her loyalty. (Dylan said, “it may be the Devil, or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to SERVE somebody.” We served each other.)

Most people might think that Li was all about serving me, but actually it had to go both ways and this was more me serving her and her needs. On a regular basis I had to exert my right of ownership by taking and holding her desire for use as precious to me, respecting her service. It was a type of brand to mark her soul the way a hot iron marked a body. The difference was, this brand on her soul had to be renewed on a regular basis. She needed to feel it in her core.

Not that I am complaining, fucking my concubine was always a true pleasure.

Many people have too much pride to accept all we shared, but for Li’s Chinese sensibilities service was a two-way street. If I was proud of my house I took care of it, if I was showing off my car I detailed it, that was the way of things. In the same way, if my concubine had picked a man who was proud of her, he had to use her all the ways she expected to be used. That included treating her not as a fragile helpless wife but as a total slut concubine who was everything for my cock. She had to FEEL it by me using her body completely. I had promised attention, so I had to deliver, it was the way we were.

I would give Jessica a choice, to watch or not. Giving her an option would make her more likely to watch. It might not be that attractive to her, in fact it might scare her more than a little as she tried to fit it into her fictional self-image and what we did in the dark. But I knew that curiosity can sometimes drive one to unexpected thrills, and Jessica was all about curiosity. That fed her writing.

When Li opened her eyes she did not move except to catch my eyes. Without words she asked if I would finish what I started. I agreed, so light as a breeze she slipped out of bed and softly padded to the bathroom wearing a big smile on every ounce of her 80 pound body. She glowed with happiness at what was coming to her.

The movement passed without notice. But in a few moments the lack of a warm body at Jessica’s side was noticed. Jessica woke up, noted she was in a strange bed and tried to work it out. After a moment she turned to me.

Her eyes were drawn to my cock, she didn’t see them live too often so mine was a rare visual treat. I saw as memories of feelings flooded into her brain. “Good morning...” she said. “I had a lovely time last night. My goodness, that phrase, ‘lovely time’ is so inadequate. For once words fail me. Also, I think I slept much better that usual. Deeper. Thank you.”

“I assure you, you were my pleasure.”

She was looking at my stiffening cock, then blushed and smiled as memories of things we had done came to her. Then she got very red at her own thoughts of what had happened. She noticed that I was about 80% erect and wondered ... well, this was new to her. “Is that for me? In the sunlight ... well, it is impressive and was so wonderful ... but ... I feel a little raw ... I’m not sure...”

“Actually, my next shot is spoken for. I mentioned a ‘cycle’ earlier. Well, my concubine is expecting me to ... finish something as I promised. The question is about what room we use. That depends on you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, my concubine expects me to fuck her ... specifically to fuck her hot, hard and all nasty in her tight little ass. Now, if you want to stay resting in the bed, all warm and cozy under the covers, that is fine. We could do it in the shower, which honestly is what we usually do. Or if you want to be intimately involved, we could do it here, in bed. I am not sure of how interested you are in waking up just now.”

Jessica looked confused. “Do you mean that you are actually going to put that oversized cock of yours in her undersized tight little ass? With enthusiasm?Won’t that hurt her? Tearing?”

“That really is not the point, but I will tell you. It will not be a painless procedure, but the pain is nothing like you think. More than a pinch, but not anything terrible. She is preparing now. The most intense pain can be handled, and the rest is spice to the meat. To be honest, if it is done right it is not that bad. After all, some gay guys do it every day, as the high point of the day.”

“I suppose you are right, I admit I never considered that. That is a prejudice I suppose. I know this fact-checker we use, a frail little thing but a natural asshole, it comes with the territory. The day after his dates with these two Venice Beach hunks - they both use him head and tails with complete brutal enthusiasm - he walks funny but is so happy ... I wonder about it.”

I continued the lesson. “But more importantly, it is something she expects from me. When she gave herself as my concubine she expected some things of me in return ... maybe return is a bad choice, since there was no sense of an equal exchange ... let us instead say she expected a special kind of personal recognition. One part was that I be the one to give her a baby when she desires. She fucks others I might give her - like lovely coffee-and-cream academic nuns - but would only accept a baby from my cock, that was very important for her. You agree that there is pain in childbirth, even death, Nia’s mother and grandmother both went that way, but still women are driven to it. Do Wong is driven to being everything to me sexually. That does not mean exclusively, as you saw last night she is very generous with my cock...”

“You know, I have heard that line before, it is a good one ... it sounds like something that ‘X-Files’ guy might say in that other TV series...”

“Well, I imagine you know him better than me ... but I always think of ‘All That Jazz’ ... Fosse?”

“Yes! Fuck, that was the role of a lifetime.”

“Here with my concubine ‘being everything’ means regular, frequent oral, vaginal and anal praise of her body by my cock. Call it anointing. She needs me to use her, to enjoy her body, all three ways. So today she is waiting for me to fuck her tight ass, hard and real. It is simple as that ... Maybe you can see how I like to fuck her tight ass.”

“I admit I am curious, I think I want that from you but I am so scared. Also, I want it private with us. But I really have trouble relating to her part of the ordeal, especially the pain part, she is so small and you ... aren’t. Maybe you could get started and I could drop in?”

“As you wish. She should be ready so I will join her now. Once I am going I will knock three times so you can hear, you can join anytime after that if you want to watch ... or anything else.”

“Are you sure she won’t mind?”

“Oh, of that I am quite sure ... she loves to declare her total service to me before others by being seen serving my cock with an audience. She would like it if I invited everyone in the house plus our mutual friends. But we have to be selective, there is always somebody who judges based on their tiny brain and thinks they have a better idea of what people in our free society ‘should’ do. Maybe when I become king I will change that.”

“I’d vote for you.”

“ ... and there you have it, the most basic American problem. If you believe in true Kings they don’t care about votes, decisions about what their people NEED are their job. Not the will of the ignorant unwashed. But every American thinks they have a relevant opinion to be considered on everything, no matter what they know or don’t know. So to enforce that opinion they elect decision makers who send armies off to war - to enforce what the loudest people think is right. Now to get people to fight in the armies we have to give them the vote. So wars, and armies, and voting are all because people have opinions about what should be going on in other countries, even though the people don’t have an informed opinion about the other countries but want to impose the collective American voter’s will on those other countries. Which, by the way, kills people and makes weapon makers rich. Now, really, how can anybody have a valid opinion of ass-fucking if they have never taken a lover up the butt? But still, no offense intended, you and Puritans in Georgia think you can get a vote on what somebody else wants to do with their freedoms. It is at the core of why politics is such a mess, and the biggest liars will always win by promising, failing, and then promising again without the slightest sense of shame. The Founders were counting on shame and smart people to remove politicians who did not make good on their promises. When elected politicians were wrong and broke their oath of office, like passing a law that was popular but clearly unconstitutional or ignored some valid law like, say immigration, the Founders believed the oath-breaking politicians would quit, publish their confessed failure to the people and their oath then go back to farming or whatever, serving the people productively as their mea culpa. I wonder when we lost shame? I will give you a hint, Nixon resigned, but Clinton, despite the Arkansauce on Monica’s blue dress, refused to resign because the party leaders, all short-sighted folks, said he didn’t have to. But consider, if he had done the right thing and resigned then President Gore might have won in 2000. Maybe the seeds were planted before that, when they started political parties and became professional politicians who were loyal to the party over the country.”

“Yes, I recall how the constitution did not consider parties, it says the guy who is second in the presidential election became vice-president ... can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can actually. Shame and what is best for the people. It’s called ‘a better world.’ Still, without shame, in the population and the politicians, who knows?”

She did not take offense but thought about it. She thought of Bush Sr. being Clinton’s VP during the impeachment. The founders also wanted all senators appointed at the pleasure of the governors rather than being elected, so the states rather than the parties retained real rights in DC and they were open about acting for their own interests which, after all, benefitted workers in their states. Now both parties demonizes “others” no matter who, even if we speak of being an ideal society without distinctions. Plus, any third party can’t exist.

“You might be right about all of that.” She then did an unconscious move with her hand, she was locking the idea away for later consideration in her writing. It was a tell.

Well, so much for “what will never be” and time to get myself into the delight of butt-fucking Li’s tight and eager little butt. Yum.

I joined Li in my large shower/bathroom. She was super-affectionate in her praise of the dark, curvy female I supplied for her to play with. As soon as I walked in she spent a few minutes in a smothering kiss before I could say anything. Finally she broke it off.

“I always knew Jessica would be fun, she has a body that is so good, plus she is older but inexperienced. I just worried about the Judge’s personality, but after just a few minutes I knew she was not the Judge’s blood, she has a very positive eager attitude, what could be better for a slut like me to share with you? But now I would appreciate you enjoying this poor skinny ass. Please?” She posed, showing her butt to me, ready for my use. Her rosebud was distended, stretched open enough to see in plus the muscle was popped out, like it was pursed for an obscene kiss. It shined, plenty of lube was injected with the plastic hypodermic thing designed for cooking but turned to a much darker place. She flexed her ass muscles, pushing out for me.

“That sounds mighty good to me. But it looks like you have passed on the snacks,” I said as I wiggled my tongue. Usually a little oral play, taking turns with each other, comes first. But never after the lube.

“This bad girl can’t help it, I am inpatient for my master to shove his big manhood inside my tightness. Can’t you see I want it? Please? You can’t blame me after seeing you fucking into her body so good. It looks hot seeing your cock disappear into her, making good feelings with her. Now is my turn.”

“I take it you want to see also?” We had a new piece of furniture for that and she had moved it into position.

“Yes please. I have been waiting to try that.”

“Well, how about we start on the grate and finish on the bun-stool.”

“As always, you have read my mind like the open dirty book it is when I am with you and my tight hole is eager to be reamed by my master.”