Chapter 28

My ruminations about the scientific method were interrupted by my falling asleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d was out, but I felt better when I woke. I realized that Amelia was stirring beside me. I waited for her to pull herself together.

She turned onto her back and stretched languidly. She looked to her side and saw that I was awake. “Still here? I thought you’d have grabbed your clothes and hit the road.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that the norm here on the Gold Coast? Have I committed a faux pas unintentionally?”

“Relax. I’m just pulling your leg.”

“Oh, good. How’re you feeling? You looked like you were having fun there at the end.”

“Yeah, now that you bring it up ... I don’t know where that one came from, but wow! It was like one after another. That was a first for me. I could see how that could be addictive.”

“Well, you were fun to watch. I was a bit occupied at the time, but I caught a little of the show.”

She started to say something, but was cut short by a knock on the door, and a voice saying, “Amelia, can I come in?”

Amelia mouthed ‘Bree’ to me, then said aloud, “It’s open. Head’s up, we’re not fully dressed.” To me she whispered, “Like that would ever slow her down.”

The door opened and Bree came in, naked, carrying her clothes in a ball in her arms. She nudged the door closed with her foot.

“Sorry. Muffy and Larry got wrapped up in each other and I felt like a third wheel there. They’d pretty much shut me out, so I left. I couldn’t face being alone in one of the other rooms feeling sorry for myself. Am I interrupting?”

“No, we’d finished. Throw your clothes on that chair over there.”

She did, and I finally got a closer look at her. She was shorter than the others, maybe 5’5” or 5’6”, and I got a look at her ass as she put her clothes on the chair. Nice shape, perhaps a little soft and jiggly but some guys like that. When she turned around I saw that I had underestimated the size of her chest. Those were serious tits, very full, and they swayed as she walked.

As she got close to the bed, she noticed the pile of sex toys displayed on the blanket chest, and then she did a double-take at Amelia’s trashy underwear. “Whoa, nice look you got going there, Amelia, like Hookers-R-Us. Something new?”

I could see Amelia start to panic. She’d said that her friends knew nothing about her ‘dark’ side and she didn’t know how she was going to explain this. I jumped in.

“I’m afraid that’s my doing. I’ve got a thing for that look and I talked her into putting that on for me. She didn’t want to, but sometimes I need that look to get me going. I’d appreciate it if you’d keep it between us.”

“I see. Okay, if that’s your particular kink, none of my business.”

“Thanks, Bree,” said Amelia. “Look, if you’re here, you might as well get up on the bed with us so we don’t have to talk across the room.”

“If you’re sure there’s space for me.”

It looked larger than a queen-sized bed, so there was room. Because Amelia was lying close to one side, Bree got in on my side, so I was between the two of them.

“Ooo,” said Bree, “my first threesome.”

“Like hell,” retorted Amelia. “As I recall you had your first threesome when you were fourteen. And it wasn’t your last.”

“Oh, you’re such a stickler for details. So. Did you two have fun?”

“I can’t speak for her,” I told her, “but I certainly did. The outfit did the trick.”

“It was nice,” said Amelia. “Actually, it was really nice. He’s got some game. So did Muffy really block you out?”

“No, not really. It was just that the two of them seemed to be really into each other tonight, talking and laughing. Larry and I used to do that together sometimes, but he was more focused on her tonight. After a while, it was like they’d forgotten I was there.”

“I’m sorry that happened, Bree. That’s always a sucky feeling.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to feel sorry for myself. And I don’t want to spoil your night, either, so if you want me to go, just say so.”

“You’re fine, sweetie. Just settle in and relax.”

The two of them started talking to each other, through me since I was between them and they couldn’t really see each other. They were reminiscing about various sexual encounters, good and bad, which they’d been party to either as participants or bystanders. I was continually surprised at how much more sex some people had had in their early years than I did, even with my particular gifts. It was like a common sport that they all played, and there were certain well-known players.

“Do you remember that time at Connie’s party when Mike finally talked Barb into giving him a blowjob? They’d been going out for almost a year and she kept putting him off, and when she finally started going down on him he got so frustrated that he made you talk her through it?”

“Oh, yeah, she was terrified. She was afraid she was going to gag, and that she wouldn’t be able to breathe, and mostly that she’d hate the taste of it. It took like thirty minutes to get her to do it right.”

“Arnie dragged me off to a closet so I never saw the end of it. Did she finally do it?”

“Yeah, it was sort of funny. We all knew he was about to shoot, and I just knew that she was going to pull it out right at the critical moment. She would have gotten a faceful, plus it would have gone all over her dress, so I pushed her head down on his dick. He shot his load, and I’m behind her, my hands on her head, shouting at her like a football coach. ‘You can do it, Barb, just keep moving, keep your tongue going, and swallow, make him proud.’ When he finally pulled out, she looked like she’d been hit by a truck. But she finally asked him, ‘Was it okay?’ He said, ‘It was amazing’, and she looked so pleased with herself.”

“That’s when we all decided that you should open Bree’s Blowjob Academy. I still think you could have made a fortune.”

“That’s always a career option. I’ll consider it. Hey, you remember Meredith Cooper’s initiation to the women’s lacrosse team?”

“When she had to fuck Tony Hawkins? Epic! I thought she was going to pass out.”

“That was the time when I finally understood why they called him ‘Mister Ed’. The song finally made sense!”

Bree started to sing, and Amelia joined in.

A dildo will get you off, of course,
But if you’re in the mood for intercourse,
Call on the guy that’s hung like a horse,
The famous Mister Ed!

They both collapsed in laughter.

“Ohmigod! The look on her face when he finally dropped his pants!”

“I think it took almost a half a bottle of lube to get it slick enough for him to push it in.”

“I did think it was a little mean when Sally and Marta did that performance piece just so she could hear. You remember? Sally put on a very concerned voice and said, ‘Oh, I don’t think it’ll fit in her ass.’ And Marta said, ‘Don’t worry, he’ll make it fit.’ Meredith was about ready to quit school right about then.”

Bree looked at me. “We haven’t shocked you, have we?”

“I have Larry as a roommate. Nothing shocks me anymore.” Bree snorted.

She said, “Apparently, our stories have had some effect,” glancing at my dick. I hadn’t noticed, because I’d been concentrating on their back-and-forth banter, but it was now looking more like a useful tool.

I poked at it. It swung to and fro, looking a little like one of the those blower-inflatable tubes you see waving in the air in front of car dealerships. They sway and dance, half erect, looking like they need just a little more air to stand up fully.

“Not entirely dead,” said Bree. “You mind if I touch it?”

“Not much there to touch, but have at it.”

She extended a forefinger and brushed it up and down the shaft. It felt nice, but not erotic. She kept that up for a minute, then changed the position of her finger so she was brushing the pad of her finger onto the glans, along the rim. It was like tiny electric shocks and I noticed that it was getting stiffer. This was not her first time doing this, she knew exactly how to touch it.

“How’s that feel?” she asked.

“That’s a rhetorical question, right? You know it feels wonderful.”

“You want some of this, Amelia?”

“I’m still wiped. I’ll just watch for now.”

Bree changed what she was doing, slowly stroking the shaft between her thumb and two fingers. She seemed almost to be in a trance, staring at my dick or her hand, I couldn’t tell which. It felt really nice.

“You mind if I try something, Tom?”

“It doesn’t involve handcuffs or sharp objects, does it?”

“Not yet. You tell me if you want me to stop.”

She climbed over my leg until she was kneeling between them, pushing them a little further apart with her hands. She grabbed my dick again at the base of the shaft, smiled at me, then leaned down and slipped the head into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her lips brushing the rim of the glans. Multiply the tiny electric shocks times ten. I closed my eyes.

Amelia’s passing comment about Bree’s oral skills had focused only on the depth she was able to achieve. This was serious head. She knew what she was doing, had obviously had lots of practice.

She was breathing normally as she did it, and I could feel her breath on my dick. Then she added a flick of tongue on the frenulum on the downstroke which got my attention. I was so focused on what she was doing with her lips and tongue that I was surprised when I felt her fingers worm their way under my balls and start tickling the back of my ball sack. It made me gasp.

The small part of my logical mind that wasn’t distracted by this glorious assault of sensations shouted, “Filter! Set the filter!” The rest of my mind said, “In a minute. I’m busy,” but the logical mind was insistent so, just in the nick of time, I set myself an ejaculation filter.

And a damn good thing, too, because before I knew it, she took her hand off the shaft and pushed all the way down, till her lips were pushing against my stomach. She didn’t even hesitate, just pushed it right into her throat, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked as she worked her way up the shaft! Holy shit!

She popped off the top, smiled at me, then opened her mouth and did it again, all the way to the bottom. This time she didn’t suck on the way up, but she made her tongue dance back and forth for the entire trip.

I couldn’t help myself. I gasped out, “Jesus Christ on a bicycle!”

Amelia, who’d been lying next to me with her eyes closed, said, “Is she doing the throat thing to you? She’s much better at it than I am. Make him sweat, Bree.”

She was already doing that. She really was quite good at this. It was interesting how some people seemed to have no gag reflex and others could barely put anything too large in the mouth before they started to choke. I wondered if that was a biological or a psychological effect?

I couldn’t help myself, then next time she dropped down I put my hands on the back of her head and fucked her face. It felt wonderful, and better because it didn’t make her choke like it would most women. I wondered what it would feel like to cum in her throat and have her suck her cheeks in while she did it.

With my hands still on her head, I urged her off. When my dick popped out of her mouth, about as stiff as it had ever been, I said, “Holy shit, Bree! Fucking amazing, but you have to stop before I lose it.”

“No stamina. I think that’s so sad, don’t you, Amelia? Guys have no stamina anymore.”

“I’m too tired to care.”

“Can I play with him for awhile?”

“I need a little longer, so yeah.”

To me, imitating a child, Bree said, “I like when we can have friends over to play. What game would you like to play?”

“I liked the game you started, but it’s my turn now.”

She was still kneeling between my legs, so I swung my left leg over her and rolled off the far side of the bed. “Move your legs over here, Bree, facing me.”

She scooted her butt on the bed so it was facing me. I got my arms under her thighs and pulled her towards me till her butt was at the edge of the bed. I hadn’t gotten a close look at her before she got onto the bed. She had a landing strip of hair above her vulva but was otherwise clean shaven, with a prominent mons pubis.

I leaned in and gave a kiss to her clitoral hood. “Ooo, I like where this is going.”

“I think I’m going to take the scenic route. Lie back and enjoy the ride.”

I don’t know why I decided this, but I wanted to make her beg for more. Perhaps I was feeling sorry for her being excluded by Muffy and Larry. I thought that was a bit rude of them, even if it was unintentional. Besides, it was a chance for me to play with those magnificent tits.

Avoiding her clit for the moment, I licked my way downward while I linkcast her the Foundation image. I peeked into her epicenter to get a sense of what she liked, what turned her on. I could only see the parts she was thinking about, so there might be other stuff, too, but right now she was liking the oral. She liked getting as well as giving. The occasional slap on the ass was sometimes a turn-on, as well as guys telling her what to do.

She especially liked doggy-style fucking, but cowgirl turned her on, too. And what’s this? I was finding it very odd that so many women -- at least the ones I’d hooked up with -- were so into bondage, being restrained with no say in what was done to them. Why was that so common a theme?

Well, probably couldn’t do that here, as I suspected that she hadn’t been forthcoming with her girlfriends, just as Amelia hadn’t. These were secrets, and too embarrassing to share with anyone but a lover.

So I let my tongue attack her slit, working my way downward, until I reached the opening to her vagina, where I tried to push my tongue in. It was useless for that purpose, but she liked it anyway, because she said, “Oh, hell, yeah! Do that!” I added my thumb to the mix, rubbing her perineum.

My mind is weird. I’m trying to get her wound up by tongue-fucking her and my brain wanders off into speculation. Specifically, it was suddenly wondering whether it would be possible to control individual muscles. I might have been thinking about those hypnosis demonstrations where the hypnotist commands his subject to make, for example, his or her arm muscles rigid and immovable. He then suspends a heavy weight from the extended arm which moves not even a fraction of an inch.

If a hypnotist can induce a group of muscles to become rigid, inflexible, could I not do the same thing with my tongue, so that I could push it into her pussy? Might be worth some time to investigate the idea, but perhaps not right now.

Instead, I used my thumbs to pull her labia open and flicked my tongue from south to north. I stopped just below her clit, and I could feel her trying to force her pubis downward so that her clit could feel the tongue. So I went south again and I could hear her frustration in the way she grunted.

I went a little lower this time and got my tongue onto her perineum for a quick tour, then dropped lower to poke it at her butthole. “Ah, fuck, fuck, no!” she cried.

That’s not what her epicenter was saying, where she felt that sensation wash over her and embraced it. It was either her fear or her social indoctrination that was eliciting the spoken response.

I spent a little longer there, then moved higher back onto the perineum. Her asshole was slick with saliva now, so when I pushed my middle finger at it, it slipped right in. At the same time, I linkcast a Summer Breeze to her. The timing was off with my finger, so what we heard was, “Oh, no, no, don’t ... oh, FUCK, yes!”

It was enough for Amelia to open her eyes briefly and look to see what was happening. But she couldn’t see what I was doing from where she lay, so she closed her eyes again.

“Did that feel pretty good, Bree? You like things in your butt? It sounded that way.”

“I don’t, usually, it hurts.”

“But that got you off, I heard you. It shouldn’t hurt with enough lube. The butt can stretch really wide.”

“I don’t know, I usually don’t.”

“Okay, maybe later. I’ve got some other things I want to try with you. I think you’ll like them.”

She looked doubtful, she thought it might have something to do with things in her ass. Instead, I licked higher on her slit until I got to just below her clit. That new image I’d tried with Amelia, the ocean swell, rising and falling, seemed to have worked pretty well, small orgasms drawn out which wouldn’t overwhelm.

So I linkcast the same thing to Bree, making them slow swells, not too deep to start. Then I wrapped my lips around her clit and nibbled, then pulled. I could feel her tense, holding her breath, then release it with a quiet “Oooohhh.” I did it again, this time grabbing it with my lips and letting it snap back. “Oh, yessss, like that.”

I was liking this one, it didn’t seem to overpower the recipient, rather to give them a flush of joy, then drop them back to a relaxed state to wait for the next one. I could work with this. She could probably handle a dozen of these.

I did a few more, until she was moaning, telling me how nice it was. Then I changed the image, made the storm closer, the swells higher, the troughs deeper. The next time I got up to her clit, I let my tongue dance around it lightly. Her body tensed, she stopped breathing, then called out, “Oh, yesyesYES, right there!” She thrashed, then collapsed into the bed.

I stepped off the bed and found my pants again. I got the second condom out and put it on. As I climbed up onto the bed next to the prostrate Bree, Amelia said, “That was kinda fun, watching you get her off like that. She’s usually not so loud. Then again, neither am I.”

“I have to confess, I get a bit of a rush watching women cum. You throw yourselves into it heart and soul. It’s a privilege to watch.”

“I wish there were more guys who think like you. It’d make our lives a lot better. Maybe we should start a campaign to have the Boy Scouts add a merit badge for that. Y’know, start ‘em young, so they’re trained by the time they’re ready to do it for real.”

“You can start collecting signatures for the petition tomorrow. Right now, I’m kinda busy. Are you back, or are you just watching?”

“I’ll watch for a while longer, see what other tricks you got.”

Bree had recovered and was listening to the dialog with interest. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, while I fondled the other boob. Great tits, still firm, with a nice jiggle to ‘em. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck those tits, to cum between them and watch my load arc over her face. Maybe later.

I reached down and rubbed my hand up and down her slit. It was pretty wet by now, slippery under my fingers. “That feels really nice,” she said.

“I think I can make it feel even better. Let me try.”

I continued up and down, sometimes letting a finger slide between her labia and stopping just shy of the clit. I could feel her frustration, getting more and more aroused, but not quite where she needed to go.

I waited till she had her eyes closed, trying to pull an orgasm up from where it was hidden. I slapped her pussy with my open hand and her head shot up. She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already rubbing her slit again, letting a finger slide between the lips.

Another slap, then a rub, and this time I pushed a finger in her cunt, just an inch. “Don’t tease me, do it, I want it.”

“‘Things that you have to wait for are the things you appreciate the most.’ My grandmother told me that. I don’t think she had this in mind, but it still applies.”

“You’re a real bastard, Carter.”

“You have no appreciation for the journey, just the destination. Trust me.”

She was about to give me a snarky answer, but I stuck two fingers in her pussy, in and out, slowly. She moaned. A couple more rounds of that -- rub, slap, finger-fuck -- and she was tensing, pushing into my hand, saying, “Oh, fuck, stop teasing me, I need it.”

“Ask me nicely, Bree. You were a little rude before, you called me a bastard. You want to cum? Ask me nicely.”

She looked like she wanted to hit me. She knew what she wanted and who was I to deny her? I should do what she wanted.

But she swallowed her anger and without much sincerity said, “Please, Tom, make me cum. I need this.”

I knew that was as much as I was going to get, so I slapped her pussy, then hooked two fingers and stuck them in deep and looked for her G-spot. When I hit it, her eyes went wide so I knew I was there, and I vibrated the fingers fast, in and out.

She arched her back slowly and when it reached its apex she wailed. “Oh, my GOD, YES! Yesyesyes, don’t stop, right there, do it, do it!”

I hadn’t sent her that one, that was all her own. And a fine orgasm it was, too. I kept the fingers going until she grabbed my wrist with both hands. “No, no more, enough, please.”

She was flat on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Amelia stroked Bree’s hair and said, “Impressive, Carter, very dramatic. I’d applaud, but it sounds better when there’s a group of people, so you’ll just have to imagine it.”

I sat back on my heels. My back was getting a little stiff from having held that position for so long. Bree was lying at a ninety degree angle to Amelia, leaving not much room for me to lie down without kicking one or the other. In the end I had to lie diagonally, so that we formed a rough right triangle.

With our heads so close, Amelia and I talked quietly, mostly about her school life, her roommates, the clubs she belonged to, and so on. It took about ten minutes before Bree raised herself on an elbow and looked at us.

“Look, she’s back!” said Amelia. “Did you have a nice nap?”

“It wasn’t a nap, it was a coma. What the fuck, Carter? What was that?”

“What? Nobody’s ever massaged your G-spot? Hard to believe.”

“I’ve had guys stick their fingers in and move ‘em around, but they never hit the right spot. Not like that. Jesus.”

“Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m pretty happy. Worn out, but happy. What can I do to make you happier?”

“I think I might like to watch you riding my dick for awhile. Can we start with that?”

She leered at me, then did a Groucho Marx thing with one eyebrow that got me smiling. I straightened out on the bed so my head was on a pillow and she clambered up and got both legs astride me. While she was getting comfortable, I linkcast the Glow image to her. By the time she found a position where she could lower herself down onto my dick, I was hard and ready.

She grabbed the base of my dick and aimed it, then lowered herself onto it. When it entered her, it felt like my dick had grown at least an inch or two in girth. It was the same size, but perception is everything. I could see on her face that she didn’t think it was going to fit, like the famous Mr. Ed. But finally it was seated all the way.

“Christ, did you gobble a bunch of hormone pills while I was out? Your dick feels huge.”

“If it is, I’ll want some more of those chips and dip, Amelia. It feels the same to me, so maybe something else. But could we talk about that later, because what you’re doing feels fucking fantastic.”

She was just moving up and down a couple of inches, trying to get used to it, but it still felt pretty good. I wanted to encourage her, so I linkcast her Shiver, which just provided a brief pulse of pleasure, then was gone. I saw her catch her breath, then she resumed her motion.