Chapter 5

The studio was quiet, I was a few minutes early, and I sent a silent to Bang-ja.

>Hi, Bang-ja,

I am proud to have survived our delicious evening, I’d had no idea how intense and wild and wonderful an evening could be, nor how I now feel so close to you.

There was a promise I needed to take care of at my yoga class, though I’m discharging it early. I hope your day is sweet. <3 <3 <3 -Achille

I unrolled my mat, placed my blocks and got two blankets. Fussing with the blankets took me a minute and when I sat back Maya was there. “I ... think, Ash, I am feeling seismic shifts...?” “So little escapes you. Yes.” “Then allow me to ask that you observe the dress of others in the class. You have shifted yours, I would appreciate further shifting. It is so much easier to diagnose the root of difficulties that way.” “Thank you, Maya.”

Wow. Maya likes my breasts. I saw her trying not to look at them.

As the class filled up I noticed most of the people in here were wearing conformal clothing, and I’d have to ask ... spirit, I had no idea whom to ask where they came from. I’m looking at clothes, and wanting to wear pretty ones. I thought it strange but felt it right.

The class got rolling. Standing in tadasana (mountain), just plain standing, had me thinking ‘huh, this feels solid.’ We went into adho mukha svasana (downward dog) and I thought ‘wow, this is downward dog!’ Strange, there was nothing different between this time and twelve hundred other times I’d been in it except I was in it differently, more intensely, more stably.

I figured we were headed for some kind of inversion. That would be good for me, I’d had a lot of new experiences recently. And so it was, sirsasana, it’s a headstand with forearm support. It takes a lot of core because all the moves have to be muscled, no inertial assists here. I had the core, I did it, came out again slowly. We stood again in tadasana and did uttanasana - forward fold, to take the crimp out of our lower backs.

Savasana. Odd, I thought ‘whoa, this is savasana’. Savasana’s meant to help gather all we felt and learned from the sequence, and I felt it in colors and sensations. This wouldn’t translate well to my lists so I ... did something to remember it.

While I was rolling up my mat Maya introduced a gentleperson to me. Maya asked them. “Yong Chen, please be introduced to Ash Boakye, he/him.” “Thank you, Maya.” “I am Yong Chen, she/her, thank you for speaking with me. I would like my clothing on you.” “Then since you are recommended I am listening.” “First time is free.” “Sales model of illicit drug purveyors.” She laughed, a high thin almost-chime. “My clothes are drugs; the comparison is apt.” I smiled. “Very well, Ms. Chen...” “Yong, please.” “Very well, Yong, I’m Ash. Do you wish standard measurements?” “Oh, no, no, that won’t work, Ash.” “Then...?” “I would like to measure you in yoga poses and the standards don’t begin to address those. My clothing is functional art one can feel.” “I ... don’t understand but your terms are generous. What measuring would you like?” “If you are free, please accompany me. If not, er...” - she twiddled her tablet - Tuesday, 1800?” “Then Tuesday, 1800. Let’s swap digits and if you provide coordinates I shall meet you then.” And I showed her mine and she sent both. “Then, Ash, I will see you Tuesday, 1800, at my studio.” “Thank you, Yong.” She made a half-bow and left. I finished rolling and packing and replacing blankets.

Maya met me. “I observe things have changed for you.” “They have.” “I heard about your travails yesterday.” “They were nothing in comparison to the knowledge I gained.”

She thought for a moment, then she said “You have acquired some wisdom, please think on it and treasure it.” That felt like a stretch, yet I said “thank you, Maya, I hope to learn from it.” “Namaste.” “Namaste.”

-Maya- likes my breasts. Wow. She must be ... in her thirties ... and -Maya- likes my breasts?

There is something going on with all these majors trying to not look at my breasts and I was enjoying it, in a way, and fretting in another.

I got home, changed into my gi. Right on Riemann, right (uphill) on Gauss, past Danni’s house, past Napier and across the street to Master Ro’s dojang. Class members were arriving in twos and threes and we didn’t mess around but lined up.

I’m ‘yudanja il-dan’, a beginning black belt. Tang soo do has quite a bit in common with karate. There are cognate, fixed ‘forms’: hyung, like kātā. The first form in tang soo do is hyung-an il-dan (forms, first in sequence). The requirements of hyung never vary. The expertise of the practitioner does, constantly, and you can get a good estimate of their expertise by watching them perform any hyung.

We always lead off with bows to Master and back, and then strength exercises. The exercise I have always hated is two-knuckle push-ups: make two fists. Put the knuckles of the index and middle fingers on a concrete surface. Do push-ups until Master says to stop. It hurts. It hurts every time. And it densifies the bones in those knuckles until they can break things like boards, blocks and ribs. There are exercises to help your legs be strong and stable, ones to make your body flexible and there are exercises against heavy bags where a kick or punch resulting in a deep BOOM gets attention.

Then there are the hyung, done in unison during class, and individually during level tests.

Finally, there is sparring and here is where there’s more bone densification. People clash shins all the time, attempting kicks that are blocked. It hurts. It densifies the leading edges of the tibias. Eventually they feel like a string of pebbles rather than straight bones because of all the whacks but you can see in X-rays how dense those bones become. My tibias felt that way so I had no idea why Bang-ja’s comment about looking at them made any sense, except it did. They didn’t look all knobbly and I wondered why.

The class stops after the sparring with the Master’s brief comments, another round of bowing and a “be here on time” admonition.

I was leaving when Master Ro came up, asking where my stability had come from. “I have no idea.” “Well, I do. You didn’t overthink your moves for a change. Howsoever you got there, stay there. Good hyung.” Hmm. He’d been after me a little about overthinking, so if Maya can see it and he can see it ... I mulled on the way back, now and then waving to the cyclists and runners I knew.

Nothing on my schedule until Monday morning! I could read the next assigned Western Lit book, work on Serge’s combustion car if he needed anything, and so forth.

And ... I supposed Bang-ja was waking up, but nothing from her. On the other hand, there were 78 messages. At first I thought someone in CIT had screwed up the larger ‘net’s spam blocker but all were Collective and most were thanks for my little incident after homeroom yesterday. Bang-ja’d helped me make sense of it and now I had replies to send.

Danni:

>Everard took us to Crater Lake. He and Heidi are somewhere to play, and I will have to make do for the weekend. I’d rather be with you. <3 <3 -DGlasshe

>Danni, may I have a date with you Monday? Dinner 2000, my place, stay overnight? I’m glad you and your fam are enjoying yourselves, when you come back I want to enjoy you. <3 <3 -Achille

Ali -

>Bang-ja, Ash -

Look at this! I went through an antique p-chem book that reviewed chirality and I think I finally got it! Thanks! -AXShig -Enclosure1 -Enclosure2

Becky Hauser -

>Hi, Ash,

The house is empty and I feel like having you to dinner and hanging out. Not a fully-fledged Date, would you like it? Saturday 1930? <3 -Beck-oo

>Hi, Beck,

Yes. I would. Are we still on for Sunday music as well? <3 -Achille

Something from Anderson:

>Mr. Boakye...

To EFongEsq, cc: KalashBoakye, KofiB, SumiH:

>Erik - forwarded herewith unread something from Anderson - the individual who assaulted me. I am not interested in reading anything from them; I am only interested in your conclusions. With those, please fire at will. Thanks. -Achille -Enclosure1

Ruddwooll Y. Peffifoss (?)

>Hiya Ash,

I saw your pics on Neeps. We could have fun together. Will you have a date with me? -RYP

>Mx. Peffifoss, should I ever meet you I will recall this message. Declined. -Achille

Someone I’ve never heard of, asking for a date? With nothing about them, just ‘I want’? Intolerably rude. Even I knew better. I set a general block.

So OK, I’d see what was going on at the house, get some homework done, see if anyone needed stuff taken care of, go to Beck’s and see what developed. Simple plan, though not fool-proof. Serge says nature creates bigger fools faster than civilization learns to cope with them.

And “‘if you want the Gods to laugh, tell them your plans’.”

Bang-ja:

>Hi, Ash, I need you to fuck me. Come over again, please? <3 <3 <3 -bangjaoh

>Hi, Bang-ja -

Sure, but then study? I have, unbelievably, Eng. Lit. to read and the evening committed. Maybe we need to coordinate schedules. <3 <3 <3 -Achille

Danni: -

>Yes! <3 <3 -DGlasshe

>Good, Danni, I am hopeful you will not be a desiccated husk considering the mosquitoes there. I am thinking stiffly and wetly and tightly of your virility and energy and humor. <3 <3 -Achille

Then things got weird:

Beck -

>Ash, we have to talk about Litha courses soon! <3 Beck-oo

Bang-ja -

>Can we meet with Ali on Sunday some time? You’re un-blocked from a bunch of Litha courses and we want to coordinate. <3 <3 <3 -bangjaoh

Paul Anniston -

>Hi, Ash, you’re listed as ‘all minors eligibility’ on the Litha roster. I have an idea I’d like to share with you. -PAnnis_faber

>Hi, Paul, I haven’t seen this yet, let me hunt it up. -Achille.

I went to the Litha classes’ board and wow ... diesel engine repair, shibari, D/s for multiples, Mr. Mesrobian’s neon art, applied fashion ... gunsmithing ... thermionic electronics lab. My grandmother Mitsouko’s amplifier has vacuum tubes, maybe that would be interesting.

These were clearly post-pubescent classes and I was now ‘there’. There must have been four hundred of them, for a third of which I had no context at all. I’d want to hear Serge out on them. And Bang-ja, and Ali, and Beck.

Peffifoss. [blocked]

I showered and cleaned up, oiled my skin, put on clothing I hoped would make Bang-ja wet, grabbed “Tristram Shandy” and a few odds and ends, and got a CVA to her house.

Betsy sent me up. Bang-ja was naked, wet and hot. Her eyes were wide and her lips, all six of them, were pink. She wanted sex and she wanted it faster than I could get out of my thong. I’d anticipated the need and had a nice thick plug in my ass so when she took my thong off she said “Oh, Ash, I’ve been practicing, please, let’s try again.” She pushed me on my back and took my cock in a single - spirit, it was a pounce - and there I was balls-deep in Bang-ja, who reddened and sweated and would have cum in a few minutes but I had other ideas.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me.” “No, Bang-ja, you have a lesson to learn.” Her face fell and it hurt me a little. “This time, you will have to work for it and I’m going to teach you.” And I teased her. Her nipples rose. She flushed. She was wet already and while I was rippling slower than she wanted I began thinking “Bang-ja is patient. Bang-ja learns to cum on command” - at that she tightened, oh, yes, Bang-ja, you want that - Bang-ja serves Ash’s cock and ass - she tightened again. “yesyes”. “Open, girl.” And I did too, and we came and were at the little beach but this time we were standing on it and fucking there where time seemed to matter differently and the orgasm lasted far longer. Being with Bang-ja, radiating for that length of time, I knew Bang-ja and she knew me, and when we were back all we could do is kiss, cum, kiss...

It wasn’t even noon. We’d had this long orgasm and there wasn’t an explanation but we knew one another deeply, to the point a casual touch spoke paragraphs. She ‘asked’ me if this wasn’t too weird and I ‘said’ ‘this is an opportunity, don’t you think?’ ‘Let’s try something. I will walk over by the ensuite, and we’ll try this again.’

Once she wasn’t touching me it collapsed, I didn’t even make it three steps before I came back and we touched again. ‘It’s ... solemn, in a way, isn’t it?’ ‘Because of the beauty. Worthy of respect and maybe a little awe.’ ‘I ... think that is us.’ ‘So do I.’

We explored, both of us uncertain of what was too private, and that exploration sapped our energy. ‘We’ll figure it out.’ ‘I know, I have to sleep, it’s overwhelming.’ So at the end I felt Bang-ja, but much more deeply and she knew it. ‘It’s delicious.’ ‘Yes.’ I kissed her, packed up quickly, left Elizabeth a longhand note of thanks, and took another CVA home.

I still had to re-read ‘Tristram Shandy’, and I had 1500-1800 set aside for that, but when I got home Serge needed help with a stuck brake cylinder and it was 1700 by the time we finished. “Thanks, Ash.” “Um ... will you help me make some bento boxes for next Saturday?” “Great idea, but why you, why now?” “Beck Hauser lives for, and on, sushi.” “I didn’t know. Ōtoro? Toro? Hamachi?” “Uni, ebi, awabi, kanpachi...” “Aha, a challenge. Will John and Iain be there?” “Not sure, I’ll find out.” “Feeding the Vikings would be a tremendous undertaking, but if we sneak in ... say, a couple dozen bento we could at least give them an appetizer.” “I can be the arranger, if you want.” “Thanks, I want to know some of them. They play hard and I want that.”

Interesting, Serge has divergent, er, proclivities. I’d not known, and I’d given him something, to my surprise.

My hands needed work: my nails were in mourning and a couple were split. I fixed those but they were going to be awfully short. I’d have to start coloring them, too, but I didn’t know if we even had a nailer. Well ... not tonight. Obliviousness manifested in fits and starts, and mundane things were sometimes jarring. I did the showering thing and the clean-up thing, imagining Beck might want to play a little too, and finished off odds and ends. I didn’t wind up in date clothing, or even what I’d worn to Bang-ja’s, but it was quite a bit less than I’d been wearing even a week ago. Halter top that let my nipples swell, confinements for my cock and balls, conformal shorts.

I gathered up some toys and other, maybe emergency, clothing in my carrier. There were some host gifts but mostly orchids of Auntie’s and I was stuck until ... a bag of roasted barley. Mugicha, if it were to be combined with some hot water for a while. That bag would make a few litres of it, and with Litha coming ... I could see sushi lovers going for it. I breathed a little song of thanks to Serge.

I stuck on my heels at the door. They were only 50 mm but I no longer struggled to walk in them and they did something nice to the shape of my calves. I’d have to advance during the Litha break.

It’s a right from our house on Riemann, and then a left on Gauss, which is a way almost everyone knows because the ‘downhill’ side of Gauss leads to the Square, and Beck’s coordinates were close to it. There might have been three lots between the house and the Square, ideal for a couple of rowdy guys with a crew called the Vikings.

It was quiet, though, and I knocked on Beck’s door and when she opened it my jaw dropped but, I noticed, so did hers. “Hi, Beck!” “Hi yourself. You have been hiding well, but no longer.” I handed over the bag of roasted barley. “I’ll show you what this is good for, in a few.”

While I was taking off my shoes Beck moved close to me. She’s blond, cut short, maybe five cm taller than Bang-ja, and as solid. She is an equestrienne and her musculature is different - first, I suspected she could crack walnuts between her thighs. Her eyes: brown flecked with green and something about them told me what I would learn soon. I stood, looking up at her. “Ash, I would like you to touch me intimately. Please touch me intimately.” “Becky, I would like you to touch me intimately. Please touch me intimately.”

She wrapped her arms around me, bent down and kissed me and the whole softening and mewing and shaking business started up. Beck doesn’t kiss a thing like Bang-ja does, maybe somewhat like Danni but her body gets wound up way faster than either. I was getting some strange sensations from it and the strongest one was she wanted ass play. Well, sure, Beck.

She moved her hands around on me more than I’d experienced before, too, and she was surprised when my nipples started on their way up. “Mmmm.” She was rough with them and I found a certain excitement in that. She placed my hands quite deliberately on her ass and I stroked and spread her cheeks for a couple seconds at a time.

Her hip action suggested I wasn’t making stuff up, and I was feeling strong sensations when I clearly got ‘he’s hot’, whereupon I thought ‘Beck is fierce and exciting’ and that was paired with how she was making my nipples feel and she came, and a second later I did too.

“Ah, that’s an ... interesting ... start to things”, she said, “but let’s call that the appetizer. Now the ice is broken I want us naked.” She took my hand and we went up a flight, into a play room. “Here. First time for you with this?” “I’ve seen it, but not used it.” The St.-Andrew’s cross I recognized, but oddly formed tables with leg rests, stocks, a couple of slim pillars ... no idea.

“Here’s the deal. You chain me up and fuck me, so you know it’s OK. Then I put you in bondage so you can feel it. After that we make shit up as we go. I’ll talk you through what works for me, OK?” “Sure.”

What she wanted: naked, bent over a table with a collar and chain, ankles bound to the legs of the table. “Doesn’t hurt?” “Hurts some, the idea is when you top me it’s hard for me to fight you and that feels hot to me.”

She began showing me some of the teasing she liked, but surprised me in that she felt rushed. Her body was acting in a way I hadn’t felt before. Everything said she wanted sex quickly and I followed that impulse. Her body said ‘yes, yes’ - there were little tensions I could feel, her pupils were wild and her nostrils flared. I said “ok, game time later. I’m going to bind and fuck you now.” A sense of relief so strong it almost felt spoken: ‘oh, good.’

I stripped her quickly. She has a lot of piercings and once she had what she obviously needed I would come back to them.

There was a hole in the table and she had to put the snap link on the collar right over the hole and then I had to tighten it, then she wanted her legs chained to the legs of the table. We did that, and just getting her into that position made her wet. “Clip up my wrist straps. Use my ass, use my pussy, just use me.”

We were in contact and spirit, we both seemed to be leaking stuff about what we wanted. “Beck, I have you here, you are hot and wet and solid and I am going to enjoy you.” ‘Fuck me, Ash.’ ‘I’m going to take advantage... ’ and I sent her a little sensation about how my tongue would feel in her ass and she thrashed to the extent she could.

‘You’re opening for me, Beck, you want to fuck. So open.’ She quivered. ‘Let me show you what I want.’ So I tongued her and she tried, but she could not - and I ‘showed’ her how it felt to open. “Aaak?” ‘Do it, now, Beck.’

Trembling and sweating she managed to open herself to me a little, and her reward was my tongue. I ‘helped’ her further with a teasing finger running down the chain attached to her clit amid much pleading and squirming and I let her feel what her ass felt like on my tongue. She shook. I meant to tease her further but thought better of that when she began thrusting her hips.

There must have been ten bottles of lube in this play room and she’d had the foresight to put one on what looked like a sea-chest nearby. I played around with my fingers inside her as I slicked me and her up - her utterances weren’t making sense now - and I entered her.

And then I did tricks. Swelling my glans and then contracting. Rippling. Making her take me bit by bit until she was full, babbling and still working her ass to please me. ‘Beck loves Ash’s cock, Beck wants Ash’s cock.’ She tightened to the point I was concerned about bite marks, yet it was impressive and felt mostly wonderful. ‘Beck cums with Ash’s cock in her ass.’ She did. I thought she’d tear it off. I knew she was strong and solid and every bit of that was devoted to getting more of me - though there wasn’t any. I didn’t know whether I’d survive the Brahma bull thing with her, so I was glad she’d set her positioning up this way. I let her feel what she was doing with me and that segued into another orgasm and she sent me a ‘WANT’ feeling so of course I came like her bitch and that was all it took to make me realize I probably was. I wanted that, too, and I didn’t hide it. She gave me another squeeze. Wow.

I stroked her flanks, her arms, her hair, her neck. She breathed, softly. “You can’t do that.” I let her feel her thrashing on my cock and how exciting it was, and she ‘hugged’ me again. “All right, you can do that.” “Maybe you have to stay there. You’re already stuck.” She let me feel how my cock felt to her and I twitched. “See how I dread being stuck.” All I could do was kiss her.

She was reluctant to let my cock out of her. “Too comfies”, she muttered. After a couple more minutes she said “oh, all right, you can have your cock back. Temporarily.” I was careful and slow. She kept playing games until I almost started her off again but she said “sorry, just messing with you. I do need to stretch.” She let go. I unchained her feet first, and she did a tiptoe stand with two CRACK sounds. “Calf ligaments. They go ‘boink’. You’ll see.”

I undid the neck chain and the wristlets and she eased her way back up on her forearms. “That was truly weird, it felt like I was feeling your feelings.” “At first I thought it was nothing more than being alert for stuff like skin elasticity and little, uh, twitches, but it’s surpassed that. I have no explanation yet, and I know my body does some unexpected stuff.” She laughed. “It was ... I’ve felt stirrings of that before, but never got an answer.” “Really? How does it happen?” “I’m with you. No explanation, it seems like ... I can do this leading thing where I think ‘oh, Jane Doe, you want your nipples clamped’ and then Jane starts encouraging nipple play.” I nodded. “Yeah, I felt that at first but I could ‘hear’ back and observe the results and ... well, since you’ve been there, do you think it’s ok to do it?”

She mulled as she stood, stretched, turned around, held me. “Like it’s something unfair or disrespectful? I don’t think so. Think of this. You have breasts I want to play with. Is it your fault they are terribly appealing to me, or is it spirit-given?” “So it’s a part of who we are, and if that attracts people...?” “It’s where I have been. Maybe I haven’t given it enough thought. But, just between the two of us ... use that with me if you have a choice. I came so much, so hard...” She started up a kiss. “Uh, no, I have Plans for you and I don’t want you sucking me ... um, in, ha-ha.” She began giggling.

“Beck?” She looked down at me. “Use it with me, too.” “Really?” “Yup. I’m beginning to learn that undressing emotionally is part of being open to a partner, and I want it all. Tonight the full Becky Hauser force-of-nature thing could be for me.” That had confused her. “Beck, I started feeling stuff ... a few days ago and it has been scary and exciting. If we live in a three-dimensional world it’s as though another dimension got added. People feel... ‘there’ to me, not only what I see and hear and read, but their ... I’m groping for a word here and maybe it is ‘essence’. And yours is one of tremendous, uh ... resolve?”

“I think it works, and my current resolve is that I cause you to need my body.” If she’d had her cock in -my- ass she’d have felt that, and still she smiled. “Oh, this will be delicious. On your knees.”

I dropped. She quickly bound my wrists to my ankles and then she pulled my ankles apart and bound them to a spreader bar, then she tipped me forward so I was on my knees and forehead. “Nice view, why the plug?” “I sometimes won’t get hard without it.” “Not a problem.” She extracted it. “Wait here a minute... - uh, duh, Beck, what else is he going to do?” She was giggling as she rummaged and clanked somewhere.

When she came back she rocked me back onto my knees and toes. “Look at me. Tell me what has changed.” “That is not so hard to miss, big dildo.” “It’s my cock. I am going to fuck you now.” I felt the need in my ass. “Good. I felt that, Ash, and I am going to embellish your body a little.” She put a short collar on each of my nipples. “Comfortable now, but as your nipples harden they will hurt, and prevent their going down so they’ll keep hurting and exciting you until I want them to stop.”

Being read like that was unnerving and thrilling. “I am feeling that, Ash, you already want my cock in you.” I nodded. She pushed a short-ish penis gag into my mouth and I greedily sucked it in. “How the hell...? Nope, you’ll take my cock, and I’ll remember this.” She walked in front of me, pulled out the gag. “This is called irrumatio. I am going to fuck your face ... ah, Ash, now I know you want that...” She pushed the dildo into my mouth, I swallowed it and pulled her in to the hilt. “Wha ... wha...?”

I was face-to-face, awkward simile, with her outer labia. That’s when the teasing started. I rippled on her cock and she said “noo ... nooooo ... you can’t ... noooo.” I felt her, she loved this kind of play. I had altered the plot and she began to give in to what I was doing. I helped her feel the delight her cock was giving me.

A feedback loop developed. She knew all her efforts were resulting in a longing in my ass and wild pleasure in my mouth and, well, most of my body. I rubbed that pleasure in and ‘showed’ her my nipples, the way they were straining and hurting. ‘Ash wants your clamps and your cock.’ I got an image of me in a kind of harness and tried imagining how -that- would feel and it leaked out, I think, and her thrusting lost its rhythm.

We came, together. It took a while for Beck to burn off her energy and I took it all, then I found I could draw her in and extend her orgasm. It was a delight for both of us and when I freed her cock she initially wanted to sag but she maintained her presence of mind and, almost tenderly, pulled it out of me. Then she fell on me in a heap for a few seconds. That wasn’t fun, but then she loosed my arms and nipples, keeping the spreader on my ankles.

“I keep getting tempted to say ‘that doesn’t happen’ but the facts say I am wrong. When my body recovers I am fucking you so hard.” “I am open. Check.” “You can’t ... oh, fuck, I keep forgetting the rules of evidence. You want my cock in you.” “And your clamps, and your harness, and the cock torture. There’s something about the images I was feeling, or something, and my body just reacts whatever I think I ought to have thought - yours does it too, and there’s this overlap about what we want!”

She sort-of sniffled. “This is the wildest time. We won’t even be eating until 2100.” “Let me have a snack if you wish.”

She rolled me onto my back, strapped me down, covered my nose and mouth with the folds of her pussy. “Ash, you can do a lot and I want to introduce a few things to you. We have a connection way out of my experience and I want you. For this I want you to breathe when I allow it. Please me, listen to my body.” She pinched my aching nipples and I twitched.

“Hoist by his own petard” is about sappers in the 17th century who now and then had an explosive charge of their own making go off very close - launching said enginer into the air. Whether dead before or dead after did not matter to the Bard, he was making a point but that point felt uncomfortably close. And, to Beck’s pleasure, made me eager and non-teasing. Playing with all her piercings resulted in high-pitched noises in the back of her throat. I felt her increasing wetness and motion and the challenge of breathing made me need to align, uh, something of me with her pleasure. When I did it I felt a strange sensation from her, the first I hadn’t understood at all. At some point I had a little air left, thought ‘‘tis sport’ and teased whereupon she clamped down on my face.

I yielded. She came, yowling and bucking. I wanted her to, because her breath control disappeared and I got a gulp before I used another little trick and held her in her orgasm - then made her exercise. She squirted after another few seconds and I let her finish. “If I do that again I might hold you longer.” She sank down on me and was silent.

A few minutes later she said “I’ve never felt that.” She kissed my cock. She had melted on top of me. It was magical, especially because I could ‘hear’ her chanting ‘fuck fuck fuck’.