Chapter 40

As the first blush of dawn backlit the eastern ridge, Kali, bone weary from her twenty-four hour shift in the mountaintop lookout with Haylee, slipped quietly into Charmagne’s house. Her own bed was currently occupied by Renata, who split shifts with Linda to run and manage the clinic during the day’s long food operation, with tireless assistance from Marcus.

For the first time since she arrived at Scirewood, Kali would finally get a day off. Renata and Linda would continue taking turns running the clinic, now with additional assistance from Theresa and Rachel.

The luxurious king-size bed called to her, but she needed a shower first. Delirious with fatigue, she nearly fell asleep standing up in the stall. After a cursory toweling off to dry her hair, she peeled back the covers to snuggle her back against Mike. Charmagne snored softly on the other side of the bed, her naked form partially uncovered.

“You’re wet,” he mumbled, turning more fully to drape his arm over her.

She wiggled and pressed herself tightly against him, until the heat of his groin warmed her soft bottom, then placed his hand on her breast. His lengthening shaft tickled her as it reached for her, like a vine straining toward the sun. His warm breath flowed over her damp shoulders and he kissed the back of her neck.

“I missed you,” he said in a groggy voice.

His erection, now fully revealed, nestled between her butt checks, the head angled toward her pussy. She was very nearly asleep already, but she needed to feel him. To have him inside of her. She arched her back and reached for him. His thick member felt so warm in her cool hand. She stroked him, and he sighed in her ear.

His hand moved over her breast, caressing it, his fingertips brushing over her nipple. Guiding him to her pussy, she teased herself with the broad head of his cock. With the tip wet, she positioned him against her vaginal opening, and he slowly worked his way inside of her.

He fucked her slowly. There was no rush. No urgency. Just a lazy, sleepy fuck, and it felt so wonderful that her eyes misted. She loved this man. This perfect man, without whom she would almost certainly be dead. Whose brilliance and kindness and steadfastness she could hardly comprehend. Whose powerful cock she could never get enough of.

Born and raised in a small Cambodian community in Sacramento, to parents who immigrated from Phnom Penh to escape the sadistic brutality of the Khmer Rouge, Kaliyanei could never have imagined that she would one day end up with a man like Mike.

She was the oldest of four siblings, and her parents worked multiple jobs to make ends meet, until they were finally able to open a small, neighborhood donut shop. Kali worked in the shop every day before school, and her weight quickly ballooned from constant snacking. From an early age, they tried to instill within in her a strong work ethic and the value of education as a means to improve one’s life. It was a lesson she failed to take to heart in high school, causing her to miss out on the opportunity of a full-ride scholarship.

It hadn’t entirely been her own fault. She was endlessly teased and bullied at school. She suffered hateful racial slurs for being Cambodian. She was made fun of for being fat. But most especially, she was singled out for torment because of her enormous breasts.

By middle school, Kali’s breasts were already larger than most adult women’s. Her parents couldn’t afford to buy her the specialty bras she needed as they continued to grow in high school, so she wore the biggest ones they could buy off the rack at Walmart. It wasn’t until she was an adult that she learned she was a G-cup, and not the double-D she always assumed.

Being a fat Asian girl with enormous breasts made her high school years a constant, living hell. Her tormentors called her Kaliyanei Titty, and Lactaid. Boys constantly squeezed and pinched her tits when she walked by them, and even the male teachers openly stared at her chest. Standing in front of the classroom to give an oral report was a nightmare scenario, drawing lewd comments, leering gazes, and cruel snickering.

As bad as the boys were, and they were terrible, the girls at her school were even worse. They shamed her endlessly and called her a fat slut for teasing all the boys with her big gook tits. Where the boys only grabbed her breasts, the girls slapped them. They wanted to hurt her, and they did.

Her experiences in high school left a bitter taste in her mouth that put her off of college, but when her parents revealed that they’d scraped together a few thousand dollars for her continued education, she promised them she would go.

She applied for grants, but still needed to work to cover the shortfall. A friend recommended Hooters, which appalled her to even consider, but when she learned how much she could earn in tips, she reluctantly applied.

Despite being overweight, Kali was immensely popular with the mostly middle-aged crowd. She had dozens of regulars who chomped on French fries and guzzled beers just to stare at her tits for a few hours a week. At first, she felt demeaned to be so objectified, but when she cleared nearly a thousand dollars the first week, her perceptions changed.

If men wanted to throw money at her for the pleasure of admiring her breasts, then so be it. Sure, some of them got a little grabby, and her boss was a prick, but she was able to afford tuition at one of the nation’s top colleges, and had enough left over to buy herself a car.

After graduating from UC Davis with a bachelor’s degree in biochemistry, med school loomed next. She’d been accepted into the Pharm.D. program at UNC Chapel Hill, but no amount of shaking her milkers was going to cover their eye-watering tuition.

She had two options. Stripping or the Army. The US was balls deep in both Iraq and Afghanistan, and she didn’t want to end up on the front lines in a pointless war, but the Army Reserve promised generous tuition assistance, and the chance to avoid the worst of the fighting.

Basic at Fort Jackson, then Advanced Individual Training at Fort Sam Houston, where she trained as a 68W Combat Medic. During pharmacy school, she transferred to a unit near Chapel Hill. The 86th Combat Support Hospital.

As part of her reserve commitment, she was deployed to Bagram Airfield for a year, attached to the 10th Mountain Division as a Combat Medic, then returned stateside to finish her Pharm.D. program, after which she completed a one-year pharmacy residency program focused on underserved populations. Shortly thereafter, she left the Army Reserve to focus on her civilian career.

Thirty-one years old by then, she went to work at a large retail pharmacy chain in Charlotte for a few years, before moving to the outskirts of Asheville to take a lead pharmacist position at a family-owned drug store in Morgan Creek, a couple years before she met Mike.

The men she dated had only been interested in her tits. They hardly cared for the woman attached to them. Many were bastards who treated her like shit. She married one of those bastards, briefly, but divorced him a year later. By the time Mike found her, abandoned and sick from radiation exposure, she’d resigned herself to a loveless, lonely life.

That star changed everything for her. Now she shared a bed with the man of her dreams. The man she loved. Getting fucked by his big, beautiful cock. It didn’t matter how tired she felt. She wanted to look into his eyes and fuck him. She rolled him onto his back, then mounted him and reached between her legs to guide him inside of her.

She didn’t normally like to be on top, but it was different with him. He knew how to support her breasts while she bounced on his cock to keep them from causing her pain. He was gentle with them. He didn’t squeeze or manhandle them the way every other man did. He intuitively knew what she needed from him, and he gave it to her without needing to be told.

She leaned forward to let him suck on her nipples. She loved the way his tongue flicked over them, teasing them to stiffness, before he wrapped his lips around them to suckle. Then his hands went to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart, guiding her movements as he moved his hips to meet her.

The blankets shifted. Charmagne pulled them away from her body and spread her thick, pale legs. She loved watching them fuck, and Kali had grown to love it too. To be part of a union that so greatly aroused her. To watch the way her hand moved over her pussy and the contortions of her face as she pleasured herself.

Her respect for Charmagne had grown immensely over the past several days, and the two had strongly bonded. Not just as soldiers in their joint struggle for survival, but as two women who loved the same man. Kali knew how strongly Charmagne felt about Mike, even without her being told. She saw it in the way Charmagne looked at him, and the way she fucked him when it was her turn.

Charmagne sought more from the sex she had with him now. More than just to be dominated and controlled by him, which she still required, and which Mike provided to her in great abundance. What changed was her willingness to give back to him. She wanted to please him, to give him pleasure, and not just take it all for herself.

She loved to suck his cock and watch his reactions as she deep throated him and jacked him off. Watching her do it always made Kali jealous. She wished she could take him that deeply into her mouth as well. Charmagne wanted to kiss Mike when they fucked. To caress his face and body. It wasn’t always about her anymore. It was now about them. Together. Giving and receiving pleasure from each other in a reciprocal relationship.

“Sit on his face,” Kali said softly. “I want to share him with you.”

The offer surprised Charmagne, and Mike as well, but she didn’t act overly excited about it the way she might have on their very first night. Instead, she sat up, then leaned over to kiss him, rubbing his chest, his neck, and his face. Mike moved the pillow out of the way, and Charmagne lifted her leg over his head, settling her pussy onto his mouth.

The change in her expression as his tongue lapped and probed her stirred a longing within Kali. She could almost feel the sensations Charmagne was experiencing by reading the expressiveness of her eyebrows, the shape of her open mouth, and the soft sounds pouring from her lips. Kali reached for those lips, and traced her fingers over them, allowing Charmagne to draw them into her mouth to suck on them.

The sensation was unexpectedly arousing. Kali had no interest in women that way. At least, she never had before. But underneath her feminine exterior, there was an almost masculine aspect to Charmagne. She was their protector. Their sword and their shield. A ferocious lioness, protecting the pride. Kali entrusted her life to this woman who wielded an inner strength and confidence that Kali found undeniably attractive, and in her fatigued and highly around state, she felt compelled to explore that attraction.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Charmagne’s, whose remarkable restraint only urged Kali to pursue her more. She wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed back, and she put her hand on the side of her face to let her know.

Charmagne’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming. The two women kissed passionately, completing a circuit that connected them to the man they both loved, as he pleasured them with his magnificent cock and his talented tongue. Charmagne was urgent and insistent, probing deeply into Kali’s mouth, and her lips moved relentlessly.

The longer they kissed, the more Kali opened to her, and the more her body demanded more. She wanted to push beyond her self-imposed limits. To test the boundaries of her desire. She reached for Charmagne’s breast, lifting it to trace her thumb along the soft, smooth skin underneath. They were full and firm, and sat high on her chest. The breasts of a teenage girl. Proud breasts that, unlike her own, bounced softly whenever she fucked Mike. Having them fondled, in concert with the pleasure she was receiving from him, opened her mouth to release an urgent whine.

Charmagne broke their kiss and stared into Kali’s eyes. The almost trance-like expression on her face revealed the state of her mind. She was awash in lustful need. Kali sensed it. She wanted to be fucked by him.

“Fuck her, Mike.”

The two women dismounted their man, going in opposite directions. Mike rose to his knees and reached for both of them, feeling their bodies as they kneeled on either side of him. Then he hooked his hand around the back of Charmagne’s neck and pulled her face toward the bed.

“On your knees,” he said in a calm, sure voice. “Spread yourself.”

Charmagne’s prompt compliance still astonished Kali. This warrior woman leaned forward until her face rested on the mattress, then reached back to pull her ass open and wait patiently for him to stick his cock in it. Mike put his hand on Kali’s chest to get her attention.

“Get that bottle,” he said, gesturing to the nightstand behind her.

Kali turned to find a bottle of lube sitting there that she hadn’t noticed when she got into bed. A brand she was unfamiliar with. Where had it come from? she wondered as she picked it up and handed it to him, but he didn’t take it from her.

“First me, then her,” he said, leaning his body back to offer his cock to her.

Kali flipped open the lid, noticing that it had previously been used. Nearly a quarter of the four ounce bottle was already missing. Cupping his large cock from underneath, she squirted a thick line of the clear, viscous gel along its impressive length, then spread it with firm strokes to coat it completely. Then she squeezed a generous amount directly on top of Charmagne’s asshole. The cool lube caused her sphincter to twitch.

“Push it inside,” Mike said.

Those boundaries were now being tested to their furthest extents. She’d never kissed a woman before now, nor fondled her breasts, but those had seemed approachable. Within the realm of casual exploration. This was entirely different. To not just touch such an intimate part of a woman’s body, but to penetrate her, was a leap into the unknown.

Kali looked at him, unsure if she wanted him to say she didn’t have to do it, or needed his assurance that it was okay for her to try. But he did neither. He simply returned her look and waited patiently for her to make up her own mind. Kali regarded the glob of lubricating gel and reached out her finger for it. She’d gone this far already. Could she go further still? There was no way to know, but she wanted to find out. To experience something new.

First she spread it around her sphincter, fascinated by its texture and the way Charmagne could manipulate it. It opened and closed, as if begging for something to enter. She placed her fingertip against the tiny orifice and pushed against it, shocked by how easily her finger went in. Her immediate thought was how warm it felt. Hot almost, though it shouldn’t have surprised her because she’d been trained to take a patient’s temperature rectally for the most accurate register of their body temperature.

Charmagne hummed as Kali’s finger moved back and forth, and the response to her actions was compelling. She obviously enjoyed it. Kali added more lubricant and pushed that in as well.

“Two fingers,” Mike said.

Kali tilted her head and held two of her fingers together, then inserted them. As before, they entered her with minimal resistance, but Charmagne’s response to the larger intrusion into her ass was far more vocal, and it prompted Kali to wonder what a third would do. Charmagne’s loud, throaty moan provided the answer. She turned to Mike with a wonderous look on her face, but his only feedback was a slight nod, as if to say, continue. He appeared intent on observing for the moment, so Kali turned back to where her fingers disappeared into Charmagne’s ass and slowly began to churn them.

“Oh, fuck...”

The frisson that Charmagne’s groaning response stimulated caused gooseflesh to erupt across Kali’s arms and breasts. Her areolas puckered, tightening and lengthening her nipples. But it wasn’t merely an arousal response. It was exhilaration. She was doing something to another woman she never dreamed she would ever do. Something that would have repulsed her to consider even a few days earlier, but which now enthralled her.

I’m fucking her, she thought. I’m fucking her ass with my fingers. The performance of the act, and Charmagne’s reactions to it, gave Kali an insight into the joys of anal sex for the very first time in her life. She finally understood why this must be pleasurable for not just Charmagne, but for Mike as well. It made her wondered what it must feel like for him to not just elicit such a response from her, but to do it with such a sensitive organ as his cock.

When she withdrew her fingers and pulled her hand away, Mike moved into position behind her, but kept his hands down at his side.

“Put me inside of her.”

Kali gripped his cock and aimed the tip at her anus. He leaned forward and made contact, and his glans flattened as he pushed against her. Then she opened for him and he slowly entered her. Kali removed her hand and he sank his entire manhood inside of her ass.

“Ohh shit...” Charmagne groaned, adjusting her grip on her cheeks to pull them further apart.

Mike rested there for a while as he gathered up her hair into his hand and pulled her off the mattress, until she was nearly upright. Then he began to fuck her ass. Slowly. Rhythmically. Pumping his cock into her with a cyclical, piston-like motion.

“Oh fuck, Mike. Oh fuck.” Charmagne intoned under her breath. “That’s it. That’s it. You’re doing it. Just like that. Fuck my ass. Fuck it.”

He did exactly that. Long, sure strokes, his pace gradually accelerating, but without the recklessness Kali had seen in the past. He was far more purposeful. In complete control. He looked at her, and she saw the command he wielded over her written in his expression.

“Play with her pussy.”

Kali looked at it. Her pussy was normally little more than a thin slit between two plump labia. Her tiny, delicate lips hidden within. Now she was engorged and it parted open. Kali reached for her, gliding her fingers over those plump labia, as if petting it.

She looked up to gauge her reaction, and the two women locked eyes. Then Charmagne bit her lip and closed them, crying out when Mike gave her a hard thrust that caused her firm breasts to bounce.

She explored Charmagne’s pussy with her fingers. It was unlike her own, yet so familiar at the same time. Kali’s clit was large and prominent, poking from its hood when she was aroused. In fact, she looked down to see if it was visible, and it was. A light pink, almost white protrusion, just beneath her jet black pubic hair.