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My Siren

By: jakebarnes06



My most sincere appreciation to literotica volunteer editor, "basilisk," for agreeing to sink her fangs into the cluttered jumble of words and thoughts I originally created. Without her generous contribution of both time and patient nudges, this story never would have molted to its present form.

CHAPTER ONE 

A "siren" in Greek mythology is one of a group of sea nymphs who by her sweet singing lured mariners to destruction on the rocks surrounding her island. Today a "siren" is a woman regarded as being both seductive and beautiful. My good friend, Paul, and I exaggerate and call these creatures "sy-reens," the "y" being pronounced as a long "i" and the "ee" being pronounced as long "e"s. Most men only dream of being with a sy-reen. I've been with three.

I'm Jake: 5-10, 180, blue eyes, glasses (hah, blended trifocals), short gray hair that kind of sticks up where it wants and a 55 year old body that still can play tennis with the local hot shot kids. I've been self employed forever and wouldn't have it any other way. I live in a small house tucked behind a heavily oaked sand dune. My property includes rights to a gravel drive that climbs the dune and stops at a deck overlooking one hundred feet of the finest beach in the country. Beyond the beach: Lake Michigan.

I met my second real sy-reen several months ago. I was sitting at home, innocently playing bridge on the internet when suddenly up popped an IM. It was Karen. She said she liked my profile and asked some innocent and innocuous question. I blew her off because I was busy, but, not being a stupid man, I carefully recorded her screen name. Later I sent Karen an email and the rest is history. We started like many others, bantering a bit and then playing sexually teasing games on line. After several weeks we progressed to the telephone. Our mutual lust continued and I just have to tell you, this woman can get off a monk with nothing but her voice while his hands are tied behind his back. Well, of course she could, she's a sy-reen. Her kind has been doing that for centuries.

Before long Karen invited me to her place and I accepted. Actually, I've been there several times and its great. The sex is both imaginative and invigorating, but even better, I really like this woman. She's sensual, bright, quick and fun. We can talk about anything: be it world affairs, local politics, sports, literature or just plain old fashioned gossip. We each like our morning coffee strong, our music varied, our wine from almost anywhere around the world, our sex accompanied by voice, our kisses as though each were the first and our cigars from south of the border. And why wouldn't it be that way? Karen's an extremely bright, sophisticated, professional woman who works hard. During the work day she wears conservative business suits usually comprised of dark, mid calf length skirts topped by white collar height blouses and a form hiding jacket. On the weekends though . . . .

It's Friday, around one in the afternoon. Karen's on her way here for the first time and is scheduled to arrive in a couple of hours. I'm in the basement putting the finishing touches on some remodeling I've been doing down here. It's a little warm, I'm sweaty, I haven't shaved and I'm wearing only old cut off shorts.

The doorbell rings. A bit agitated at being disturbed, I drop what I'm doing, run upstairs, open the front door and in an instant, I'm ogling all four feet, eleven blonde, buxom, luscious inches of blue eyed Karen: her hair teased; her lips, nails and toes painted crimson; her breasts barely concealed by a sexy white cotton peasant blouse; her bottom hidden behind a short hot pink skirt and her dainty feet strapped into six inch high platformed and open toed hot pink sandals. I happen to know that underneath this, "I'm a slut, fuck me" exterior, there lurks a pierced right nipple and a completely bald cunt. She's two hours early.

I know I'm just standing here and staring. My mouth's probably open. I must be drooling. I'm absolutely speechless. Just the sight of this luscious creature in front of me causes my cock to grow, an occurrence which with my wearing these shorts, she can't help but notice. 

"Hi Jake. I guess I'm early aren't I?" Karen grins, takes one step forward, reaches for my shorts, touches me and coos something cliched like, "Hmmm, you seem happy to see me?"

Out of my mouth stumbles, "Karen." Gathering my wits, recovering quickly and doing what any guy who momentarily is at a loss for words would do, I step forward, grab the hair at the back of her head with my right hand, pull her face to me and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She opens wide, making noises of approval, her small hand encircling an engorged me. After way too short of a time I break our kiss. 

"You're early babe. I need a little time to finish up downstairs and then take a shower. Give me your things. I'll throw them into the guest room and then you can wander around up here all you like. I'll be back up soon." Squeezing me, she teases, "Are you sure Jake? I could make you feel real good." I know exactly how good she can make me feel and I am more than tempted, but, "Sorry babe." She frowns, knowing there is nothing she can do.

Thirty minutes later I hear a knock at the top of the stairs. 

"Jake, why is this sign on your door?" 

"Do you mean the sign that says, 'NO GURLS ALOWED'?" 

"Yes Jake, that sign." 

"That sign is on the door because the door leads to my clubhouse Karen and from the time I was a kid, girls never were allowed in a guy's clubhouse unless they specifically went in with the guy." 

"Will you take me into your clubhouse Jake?" 

"Not right now Karen." 

"Pretty please Jake?" she purred. 

"No, but I just finished down here and I'm coming up. I'm going to shower and then I'll give you the grand tour of my clubhouse." 

Most people would call it a rec room. I prefer to call it a clubhouse. It's simple really. I like my sign: the one that says, "NO GURLS ALOWED!" It's the same sign that guarded the entrance to my clubhouse forty-five years ago when I was ten. Anyway, I've been working on my clubhouse for about three months now. My basement is the ideal place for it with nine foot high ceiling joists and an area which walks out into the back yard. I've actually been able to create quite a large space and in addition to building a wet bar, I've moved in a large screen TV, a pool table, a sofa, several chairs and a large old table. It's a guy place: I can relax down here and my friends can be comfortable whenever they drop by. 

My clubhouse actually has been finished for a couple weeks, but until just now, it lacked that something special that all clubhouses require. You see, six or seven years ago, shortly after my divorce, I met my first sy-reen. She invited me to her place after only a day and how could I resist, after all, she was a sy-reen. I was helpless. Suffice it to say that she introduced me to the joy of rocking chair sex. She had a low slung rocking chair which was completely unremarkable. Bluntly stated: she stripped from the waist down, sat on the chair, slid her ass to the front edge, threw a pillow onto the floor, looked at the pillow, looked at me, grinned and motioned. Not being totally stupid, I knelt on the pillow and lo and behold, I was at exactly the right height to slide straight into her. I entered my first sy-reen and we began rocking. And we rocked and we rocked and we rocked and she sang songs I'd never before imagined. Ever since, I've wanted my own rocking chair.

I knew a rocking chair wouldn't fit with the feng shui of my clubhouse, but I had a better idea. I went on line and did some research. Sure enough, I found and purchased a swing. Not just any swing, but a special swing. My swing has a seat, an adjustable back and braces to hold a pair of legs. A person can sit up straight, lean back or even lie face down on the seat. The swing itself simply hangs from a hook attached to a strong cable which in turn is attached to a ceiling joist and is electronically adjustable to any height I desire. The swing's only limitation is my imagination. 

CHAPTER TWO 

I'm showered, shaved, dressed casually and as I walk into the living room I find Karen's standing behind my sofa with her back to me. I can see her only from the waist up. She's wearing a long sleeved, white, buttoned down, man's dress shirt. She's been in my closet. 

"Oh Jake, its finally you," her sarcasm teasing. "I like your house. It seems bigger than what I expected though." Turning a little and pointing out a large window facing the rear of my property, "By the way, where does that little road over there lead and what's on top of that big hill?"

"I'm glad you like it. As to what's out back, we'll go exploring later and you can see for yourself."

Karen turns to me and as she does, I notice my shirt completely unbuttoned in the front. She spreads her arms allowing the shirt to slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. The rest of what Karen is wearing takes my breath away. 

"Oh, I see you went snooping while I was finishing up." 

Karen is dressed in a white lace strapless bustier with white garters, white see- through silk stockings and a white g-string. Her breasts are pushed upward and beg to be caressed. Her feet show off silver and lavender leather sandals with four inch heels and straps that encircle her legs at least three inches above her ankles, silver buckles clasped in the front. I had been shopping in preparation for Karen's visit and I had laid out these gifts in the bedroom, elegantly wrapped for her. "I might have been bad, but I saw the boxes and I saw my name on the cards and you were in that silly clubhouse of yours and then you were taking a shower and I just couldn't wait any longer." She pleads teasingly. 

"That's an incredible outfit you're wearing. Come here." 

"Um. Am I going to like this?" 

Karen approaches and I reach for the back of her head with my right hand. My left touching her hip. I lock my fingers in her soft hair and pull her close to me. I lean down, she tilts her head upward, grasps my neck and lifts herself to me. Our lips meet. The tip of my tongue quietly touches her lips and I begin my exploration. Just a touch and then withdrawal; another touch here, then there; a little lick. My tongue slips between her lips as she opens her mouth to accommodate me, the taste of her: fresh and inviting. More exploration: my tongue seeking her teeth, the roof of her mouth, the soft area beneath her tongue, the inside of each cheek. Always slowly and without urgency. I sense a silent vibration in her throat urging me to continue. Moments slip by. I'm in no hurry, now is playtime and I love it. Karen becomes bolder and joins the fray, hollowing her cheeks, sucking and for a moment imprisoning my tongue in her mouth. For a moment I can't move. She releases me and her tongue enters my mouth as we play parry and thrust. I sense movement below as she slides her hips forward, making contact for the first time. I encourage with my free hand. I know she feels the beginnings of my hardness as surely as I know she is moist beneath that pure white silk g-string. More movement below as this creature of mine begins rotating her hips clockwise in small circles about my center. She's not pressing hard, just teasing me. I grow. Our tongues, wet with each other's saliva, continue simultaneously giving and seeking pleasure.

I know I must break this kiss and get on with my plan. 

"That was a wonderful beginning," I speak softly as I break our kiss. "Come with me. It's time to see the playhouse. First though, you forgot a couple packages I bought for you." 

"Oh I found one quite interesting package that I think I'll enjoy very much. It's still in the bedroom. Shall I put it on?" she asks coyly. "Yes," I tell her. "But there are two more you didn't find. They're also in the bedroom." 

We walk to the bedroom together and there on the bed is a small box, the top open and wrapping paper splayed out of the way. Karen reaches for it.

"No, not yet Karen." I reach into a drawer and pull out two boxes, one small and one heavier and larger, both wrapped exquisitely in white paper outlined with silver ribbons. "Open the smaller box first." She does exactly that and pulls out a Lapponia choker, a sterling silver band one inch high, one-eighth inch thick and just over five inches in diameter, the word, "Mine" engraved in Copperplate Gothic Light typeset on the side. The band hinges in the back and does not quite complete a circle in the front, stopping short by two inches. A three-quarter inch ring extends from each front end of the choker. "Oh, it's beautiful Jake and its heavy. I love it. May I put it on?" "Of course Karen, I'm pleased you like it." She opens the choker just slightly so it will slide around her neck from back to front. "You forgot a piece," I tell her. Karen frowns, wondering what she forgot, and then reaches into the box again and finds a small wrapped box. With smiles all over her face she rips the paper, strips the lid and finds a two inch high by one inch wide by one-half inch thick flat black padlock, and one key. "Hand me the padlock and key Karen." She complies, with only a slightly faded, but wondering smile. I slide the lock through the two loops of the choker and click it shut. I slide the key into my pants pocket.

"Now open the larger box Karen." She does and withdraws eight feet of dark chain, a latching hook attached to one end.. "Its called 1/4 inch, proof coil chain Karen. The chain's metal has a diameter just slightly more than 1/4 inch and each link has an outside length of approximately 1 3/4 inches and an outside width of approximately 1 inch. Latch the hook to the padlock on your choker Karen and hand me the other end of the chain." She does as told.

"Now Karen, open the box for which you originally came in here." Karen is quick now, knowing from her earlier exploration what's inside the box. She reaches into the box. "Put it on," I demand. She turns away from me, complies and turns again toward me. Covering her eyes is a silver silk blindfold. "Can you see?" I ask. "Not a thing. Will you guide me please?" She asks meekly. "Of course," I respond.

I grasp the chain with my right hand some six feet from the end attached to Karen's choker and roughly pull her toward me. As she nears, I wrap the chain clockwise around her neck, from the front to the back and then back to the front and then around my own neck. I step close until our lips meet, our mouths opening, our tongues thrusting. I wrap the chain a second time around Karen's neck, locking us together. The feel of cold steel wrapped twice around her neck ignites Karen. As a woman possessed, her arms fly around my waist forcing my groin into hers. Her mouth savagely grinds against mine, her teeth mashed against me. Her tongue probes my throat, deeper than I believed possible for her to go. Karen is flesh and blood on fire. She is drooling, gurgling and screaming into my mouth, a woman out of control. I force her away. "Come with me." I unwrap the chain from our necks, grasp it only twelve inches from her throat and lead her to the steps down to my clubhouse. She follows obediently. We arrive at the doorway to the basement and I explain to her where she is standing and tell her to move carefully until she feels the steps. We descend to my clubhouse without incident. I lead her directly to the swing. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"Ok Karen. I'm going to introduce you to my newest toy. I just finished installing it this afternoon. It's a swing. It's firmly attached to a joist above the ceiling. I've sat in it and there's no way it will break. Do you trust me?" 

Karen hesitates just long enough for me to know that she's considered her response, but that she is not yet certain it's the right response. "Um, yes sir." I note with interest her use of the title, "sir."

"Do you know what we've going to do with this swing Karen?" 

"I think so sir." 

"Tell me what we're going to do with this swing Karen." 

"I think you want me to sit in it sir." 

"That's right Karen. Now tell me why I want you to sit in the swing." 

"I think you want to put your thing in me sir." She's teasing.

"My 'thing'? Karen, I'm disappointed. If all I wanted to do was put my 'thing' in you, I'd tell you to bend over right here, push that cute little g-string you're wearing aside, smack your ass once as foreplay and shove my 'thing' unceremoniously into you. If I didn't know better Karen, I'd think you were teasing me. Are you teasing me Karen?" Looking down with the beginnings of a shy smile, "No sir." 

"Karen! Don't lie to me." 

Startled now, but continuing the role of the teaser, not the submissive, "I'm very sorry sir. I didn't mean to lie to you." 

"Karen! That's another lie. Tell me the truth, now." Moving close to me, head lowered, a sly smile and purring meekly, "Yes, sir. I was teasing you and I did lie to you. Are you going to punish me sir?" 

"You deserve to be punished Karen and later on I'm going to do exactly that, but I know you. I know that you would like nothing better right now than for me to take you over my knee, remove that sexy, silk g-string and give you three good strong swats: one for teasing me, one for lying to me about not teasing me and one for lying to me about not lying to me. As a matter of fact, I know that by that third swat, you'd be grinding your cunt against my leg and begging for more.

"I'm going to take your mask off now Karen, but only for a minute. I want you to look over the swing and tell me what you think." 

Softly cupping her face, one hand on each cheek, I slide my fingers beneath her mask and slowly lift it from her face. She blinks a couple of times, looks around and focuses directly on the dark metal chain links by which I control her neck. "May I touch them sir?" "No Karen." Reminding her of my control. "They're for me, not for you. Tell me what you think of the swing." 

Taken aback by my denial of permission, Karen almost unnoticeably slumps her shoulders and lowers her eyes. Glancing at the swing, "the swing does look like fun. Should I sit in it sir?" 

"Yes my dear, but first I want you to remove that g-string." 

Smiling now and anticipating what she believes is to come, "Um, yes sir." Karen slides the g-string to her ankles and then turning away from me and bending only at the waist, she gives me an unabridged view of her glorious ass as she slides the g- string over her sandals and steps from it. She stands, turns and smiles, knowing exactly what she did. 

"Sit," I order. Karen's noticing that the seat is at a normal chair level, simply steps forward, turns, grasps the chains on either side of the swing with her hands and sits. "This seat feels pretty good sir." 

"Give me a leg Karen. I want to help you into the leg supports." She again willingly complies as I help her with first one leg and then the other, securing each to its brace with silk tie. "You can lean back if you wish Karen or you can sit up straight. Try it now." Karen tries both positions and her smile turns from one of curiosity to one of approval. 

"I like this sir. Are you going to put your thing in me now? er, ah, I mean, are you going to fuck me now sir?" 

"Still teasing I see," I observe sternly. "No Karen, I'm not going to fuck you now. What I am going to do is put this mask back on you and then I'm going to get two more toys." 

"Um, I think I'm really going to like this swing sir," she purrs. 

I approach with Karen's mask in hand. As my hands encircle Karen's head she leans forward and reaches for the bulge in my pants. I pause of a moment, enjoying her touch. She is excellent at what she does. "Stop that Karen!" as I slide the mask in place.

"Now Karen, give me one of your hands." She continues to fondle me with one hand as I slide her other hand to one of the swing's chains and secure it with a silk tie. She smiles. "Give me your other hand Karen." 


My Siren



=== My Siren ===

It is neither right nor proper to be drowning at the age of a mere twenty-three years of age. There's yet so much to learn, to experience, to feel!

These thoughts churned through my head, making me angry as I fought to keep my head above the foam-covered waves that would drench my face and hair leaving the taste of salt and seaweed on my tongue. I would not die, I would not die!

Before I had jumped from the ship these few minutes ago I had removed my boots and now, struggling in the sea, I had undressed. I was naked, except for my sword-belt strapped around my belly. A Gray Knight did not leave his sword, even in the face of death.

Now and again I could, when the raging sea lifted me up, see the smooth reefs and the black top of the towering islet right in front of me. I had been making for that one beacon of hope while my strength lasted, but I was a rag-doll in the wet, salty arms of the mighty ocean.

Every now and then I though I could hear the song, that cursed song that had made the helmsman change course. That had made him set a course straight for the reefs, while the crew and passengers had gathered at the bow, staring hungrily ahead.

===

Not that I could blame them. The wordless song, the cursed song, had been like honey poured on silk. It had carried with it promises, hints, and teasings. Of burning eyes, of soft lips, of large breasts, and firm buttocks and thighs, of smooth bellies and long, shining hair.

There came visions of goddesses, beautiful beyond human knowledge, wrapping slender arms around me. I had almost felt full lips pressed towards mine, legs slightly spread apart, coyly inviting me to experience ecstasy supreme.

But those visions had not befuddled my brain, such as it had done the rest of the men aboard. Of all the people on the ship it seemed I had been the only one able to resist, to control myself. After a brief struggle with the desperate helmsman, which he had won, I had only been able to watch helplessly as the ship continued on its fatal course.

I had not had any real choice. It was either jumping and swimming for the tiny islet on one side of the reefs the ship was heading for, or remaining and be smashed to pieces.

And now, still with the cursed song of honey and silk in my ears I finally, finally, felt sand under my feet. Not the smooth rock of the reefs, but the sand of the steep islet. I stumbled onto dry land and fell over in an exhausted, fitful sleep.

===

I leaped to my feet as soon as I woke. It was still light, but the sun would soon set. Looking around I saw that the sea was far calmer than it had been, and that the tide was lower.

The islet I was on seemed to be slightly oblong, about three hundred yards at its widest. It looked like a huge piece of broken glass: Steep, jagged crags of black stone surrounded by a narrow strip of slightly lighter, sandy beach, and a peak taller than the rest in the center. That was the point I had earlier been swimming towards, swimming for my life.

I felt cold and wet and hungry, and began walking around the beach to keep warm and to investigate if anyone else from the ship had survived the wreck. The sand was coarse against my bare feet and the sword belt was chafing my raw skin. Still, I was alive.

The curse-song continued, and now it merely irritated me. Its seductive call influenced me, I cannot deny it, and having to walk around naked with a stiff, ready manhood when one has just been marooned with no food or any real hope of rescue, well... Let's just say that the Elders of the Order of Gray Knights would not have approved of me right now.

I wondered why I had not been affected like the others. The song was very effective, and I could feel its powers tingling inside me right now. I was distracted by thoughts of soft, wet lips wrapped around my shaft, my hands fondling the long hair of the woman pleasing me. While my manhood was quivering in real excitement, there was a calm spot in my mind somewhere that gave me the chance to rule myself.

===

As I climbed over a small crag that blocked my passage around the beach I began to hear other sounds beside that of the curse-song and the sea. It was the sound of men consumed by lust, of moaning and groaning and growling, a sound that reminded me that man was nothing more than a beast.

I could not solve the mystery entirely, but the clues were there for me to see: The crew and passengers, and the hints of the curse-song. I began walking more quickly along the beach.

There! There were the reefs. With the low tide they were now forming a continuous barrier, or land-tongue, from the islet and a few hundred yards into the sea.

And on the reefs, on the smooth rocks, were men from the ship and their seductresses, and I understood what had happened. They had fallen prey to sirens. She-demons.

The men, five survivors from a number of more than thirty, were naked and surrounded by a score or so women. If women they were.

From what I could see they were slender and lithe, lovely and graceful, naked as they had been born, all with long, long hair flowing in the breeze. And they were singing with the voices of goddesses.

The men, caught fully up in the spell of the curse-song, were mating with the sirens. Each man had a woman beneath him, making love to her with a strength and ferocity that could only had been induced from the power of the song.

The other sirens were circling around, singing, watching. Now and again one would make a jump, and her hair would flow out behind her, letting her glide softly on the wind, landing many yards from where she had taken off.

Watching the scene and hearing the song I felt my desire mount even higher, if that was possible. I crouched behind a rock, my right hand closing around my manhood. 

Unlike the five men consumed by desire I could control myself, but I did not wish this constant lust to distract me anymore. I took my eyes of the mating couples and looked at the other sirens.

My attention was fixed upon one that was closer to me that most of the others. While too far away to see clearly, I thought she seemed somewhat shorter than the rest. But what interested me was the fact that her lovely, glittering, black hair was so long that she once stepped on it and stumbled, a movement that seemed so normal, natural, in this demonic situation that I could not help choosing her.

My eyes followed her as danced amongst the others, gliding as she made those long, graceful jumps, her hand gathering her hair when she stood on the ground, probably to avoid stepping on it again.

The song conjured the image of her lying beneath me, her legs spread, my hands on her large breasts, my manhood deep inside her. No surprise that it did not take long before I got my release, a release beyond all I had felt before. The drops of it splattered on the rock I was hiding behind, my teeth biting into the palm on my left hand to keep from grunting in pleasure.

===

Could you imagine my surprise when my manhood, immediately after I had come, rose up again like a steel rod? I had pleasured myself many, many times before, despite the Order of Gray Knights explicitly forbidding it, and I head never been ready again this quickly.

I tried again. This time the song conjured images of the siren, my siren, pleasing me with her lips, her tongue caressing the tip of my manhood. I could almost feel her breath and her long hair against my legs as I touched myself.

Then, after yet another hungry release, the same thing happened. It was hard and ready once more. When I soon after noticed that sirens who had been filled with the seed of one of the five men rose and were replaced by other women, I understood this puzzle as well.

The curse-song was teasing our manhoods back into action, again and again. As long as the sirens sang the five men would make love time after time, tireless and eager, and I would be hard as a rock.

Suddenly one of the women rose from where she had lain under one of the naked men, I could not tell who. And who other glided over to take her place than the short siren with the longest hair. My siren!

===

It was then that my stupid, innate male ability to be jealous caused me to make a fatal error. I could not, would not, sit here and watch her, my siren, being used by another man no matter what spell was upon him.

I had to do something, but I assumed that men who would willingly sail towards a reef would probably also willingly defend their captors from a fellow man if he dared threaten them with his sword. So I decided not to run over to break up the orgy. Instead I chose to turn around and stride away from the scene, my back almost as stiff as my manhood.

When I lost sight of the sirens and the song became more distant I was able to think more clearly. I had to save those five men, for I did not believe that they would be allowed to escape after their work was done, but I had not idea what to do. I had to save them, and I had to make love to my siren, or so the blood pumping through me growled.

I walked around the islet, swinging my sheathed sword, looking up at the crags and down into the sea, seeking anything that would help me. But I could think of nothing. I was facing twenty-something wind-demons and probably their five willing champions as well, and my sharp sword would not be enough to overcome them all.

I even climbed the crags, hoping to catch sight of a ship in the distance. The sharp edges of the rock cut my skin, and I was only rewarded by the view of the unbroken horizon. I was high up on the islet, and could see the orgy still going on at reef beyond the far end. If I had looked closer I might very well have seen that not all of the five men were now making love to the sirens. I ought to have done that, but I didn't because I did not wish to see my siren with another man.

I climbed down again, and walked around the rest of the islet, approaching the reef from the other side. When I came closer my heart jumped when I noticed a shape resting on the reef. It had to be a lifeboat from the ship! The tiny vessel was lying upside-down a few feet from the sea.

I sat for a while looking at the boat, seeing only now and again one of the dancing sirens. How many men could safely fit into it? I did not know. How would we use it to get to inhabited lands? I did not know. Still, these were not the most interesting questions right now. If I managed to rescue a sailor, then he would know. My task was to free them, and that was the task I was unable to perform.

I waited and waited in my stupidity and jealousy, thinking and not finding answers, still refusing to look at the orgy. The honey-and-silk song went on and on, but my yearning manhood only served to frustrate me.

In the end I could not take it anymore. I was cold and hungry, the sun having almost set. I had to do something before sunset, for who knew what would happen in the night. And so, too late as I was to find out, I brandished my sword, and ran out of hiding, towards the sirens and the hapless men serving them.

===

As I ran on sand and smooth rocks I made good speed and soon had the whole orgy in full view. Only that it was not orgy anymore. Out of the five men only one was still moving, a siren beneath him, his hips shaking with exhaustion as the dreadful desire egged him on.

Coming closer, seeing bodies lying at the water's edge, indeed more than five bodies there were, I realized how the men had met their fate. The curse-song had made them push themselves beyond their limits, and so into death.

Fury at the sirens, but also at myself for my hesitation and inexplicable jealousy, made me roar and run even faster than before. I did not care if the she-demons attacked me: I would die like a Gray Knight should, with his sword in his hand, his foes paying dearly in blood.

But the sirens did not charge me. Instead they scattered, almost like birds. They jumped high into the air, as high as my head, and glided in arcs around me with their long hair trailing behind them.

They all escaped me, all except one. The one beneath the last man wriggled away and tried to jump to safety like her fellow sirens. But she was too late.

As she leaped I jumped up, my left fist catching the end of her long, black hair. With a scream and a thud she fell onto the smooth rock of the reef on her back. It was her, my siren. And just as when she had stumbled her too-long hair had betrayed her and let me grab it.

At any other time I would have noticed that she looked exactly like the curse-song had promised me. She had the face and body of a true goddess in early womanhood, twenty summers at most. Golden skin, slender limbs, with large, firm breasts and luscious, inviting thighs. Her face had high cheekbones, full,red lips, white teeth, and a cute, little nose. But her eyes, oh her eyes!, were big and black, slanted, with long lashes and expressive, soft brows above them.

At any another time I would have stopped to admire her beauty. But the curse-song had ended abruptly when the sirens had become aware of me. The song had ended, my manhood had softened, and I could focus entirely on the tragedy that had occurred.

The siren, shorter than me by a head, spat at me and shrieked something, a jarring sound that was somehow welcome after the long hours of sugary curse-song. Even so, I did not have much patience with her. Resisting the urge to slap her, I grabbed her by the hair near the roots, and pulled her after me over to the man that had just made love to her.

The jealously was almost completely gone as I held the siren's head down and away from my body to prevent her from doing much except scratch at my arm. She was not very strong, but still her nails hurt me somewhat.

Looking around I saw the other she-demons. They were perched on the crags of the islet, merely looking at us. I pushed the siren down on her belly and placed my knee in the small of her back as I investigated the man.

He had been a sailor, the biggest and strongest of them all, the one who had carried the heaviest loads and drunk and eaten more than anyone else. He had survived longer than anyone else as well. But now he was dead. He was covered in his own sweat, his body pushed beyond even his great endurance.

I rose and, pulling the siren after me none too gently, searched for the missing pulse of all the nine dead, sweaty corpses that lay on the reef. I turned a deaf ear to the shrieks of the woman, until I stood by the overturned lifeboat.

===

Released my grip on the siren's hair, I pretended to be occupied with trying to right the boat. As I sat down to get a grip under it, I saw her slowly bend her knees.

Like lightning she jumped, and I lashed out, grabbing her right ankle. But this time I noticed that she did not tumble down, but that she and her long hair floated slowly downwards. She took the ground gracefully, and sent me a look of pure hatred.

On a spur of inspiration I pulled her towards me, and used my sword to cut off some of her hair close to the roots. That made her yell out. A scream, if I was not mistaken, of shock and fear.

I cut off more hair. She screamed and fought me. She tried to bite me, to claw me, to kick me. Nothing helped. I was a Knight, trained in combat, and she was a slender woman. Indeed, she was far too light even for her stature, and not very strong at all.

When all the hair had been sliced off, leaving her head looking like a beggar who had been given a close hair-cut by another, blind, beggar, I released her. Again I pretended to give all my attention to the lifeboat.

When she, convinced I was not looking, began running away instead of leaping into the air, I smiled to myself. I had been right. It was the long hair that had given her power to glide on the wind.

She ran towards the islet and the safety of the crags and her fellow sirens. I followed, slowly catching up with her. She began climbing upwards, but did not managed to escape my arm. I pulled her down onto the sand. Looking up I could see the other she-demons. They had, using their leaps, fled away from us to perch higher.

They would not help her!, I thought jubilantly. They would not help her!

My short-haired siren rose from the beach with a look of fury on her face. But I just smiled at her. When she attacked me I swiftly forced her arms behind her back, and marched her back to the reef and the lifeboat.

This time I kept her under my foot as I now began turning the boat in earnest and pulled it into the sea. Lifting her up and dumping her into the vessel, I sat down before her and loosened the oars that had luckily been tied safely to the seats.

Twice, as I rowed away from the shore, she tried to jump out of the boat. And twice I pulled her back inside again. Eventually, as the distance to the reef increased, she sat down on the after seat and looked at me with murder in her big, black, slanted eyes, her full lips parted in a predatory sneer.

===

So, that was it. I rowed hard, trying to forget what had just happened. Tried to make the horror of the shipwreck and the loved-to-death men go away the way the islet and the sirens did as the darkness now engulfed them.

I tried to focus on the challenges ahead. Night was coming, there was no food, no knowing where we were, no knowing what the weather would be like. I tried to be terrified that it was most likely we would perish here out on the ocean.

The one other thing I was able to think of, though, sat on the seat in front of me, our eyes locked to each other in a battle of wills. My siren. If we ever made it to safety she would be held responsible for what had happened.

Maybe I would get her hanged. Maybe turn her over to the friends of the dead sailors and passengers. Maybe.

But through all these thoughts of vengeance came a notion to me, quite unbidden. It could have been the last echo of curse-song, or it could be the goddess-like appearance of the siren.

I saw myself with her head between my legs, servicing me, her master. I saw her beneath me, gasping in lust as I used her for my own pleasure. Scene after scene of ecstasy flowed past my eyes as I kept my eyes locked with hers, the blood flowing down to my manhood.

No. I would not get her hanged. She was my siren, and she would learn what it meant to belong to me.

THE END

 Author's Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed the tale! I will write a follow-up if the story is appreciated. I am also looking for a editor, if anyone wants that job.



My Siren Pt. 02



Once again I offer my greatest and most sincere appreciation to basilisk for her editing prowess, wisdom and guidance. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Karen has found her way to the back deck wearing only one of my long sleeved white shirts with a good number of buttons unbuttoned. Its sexy, enticing and covering almost to her knees. "Hey, what's going on out here?" 

Looking up and smiling at her arrival, "Hi there. You're awake." 

"Yes baby, you tired me out with that last little treat." 

"My pleasure," recalling our recent session on my new swing and grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

It's about seven o'clock. A great spring evening. 70 degrees, a little breeze. The sun's still up, but is beginning to sink in the west. Bob the dog is with me on the deck. Bob's a 3 year old black lab mix. He's a bit on the skinny side and smaller than a purebred lab. Bob's a great dog and has taken to Karen. He and I go for daily walks (well, I walk and he runs). He just roams around, never getting too far away, but frequently checking back just to make certain I'm ok. 

"Jake. Let's go see where that little road goes." 

"We can do that, but you'd better put on some shoes, maybe some pants and grab a jacket first. It tends to be a bit cooler up there than down here." 

"I've got some old sneakers in my bag. Will you get them? Otherwise, I'll be ok just like this. I'm hot blooded and besides if I get too cold, you can warm me." Karen teases. 

I'm wearing shorts and an old long sleeved shirt. "Ok kid, but I'm grabbing a sweatshirt for me." 

I disappear into the house and emerge wearing a sweatshirt over my shirt and holding a Chicago Cubbies baseball cap. Handing Karen her sneakers, "Here Karen. Its windy up there and this hat will keep your hair out of your face. Let's go." And we're off, hand in hand, enjoying the adventure. Bob's scouting ahead making sure everything is safe. 

"What's up there?" 

"You'll see soon enough." 

"I want to know now." 

"Ok, curious one. Do you see that wood pile up ahead?" 

"Yes I do." 

"Well, just a few feet beyond that wood pile is another deck. You run up there, climb onto the deck and tell me what you see." 

And she's gone. Bob's running with her. Karen the curious. I pick up my pace behind her simply because I want to see her reaction when she gets to the top of the dune. I'm no more than 50 feet behind her when she steps onto the deck. She stops, frozen in time. Speechless. 

I know the reaction. It's the same reaction I had the first time I saw this view. 

"Jake, Jake, Jake. It's Lake Michigan. Its beautiful." 

She's right. Lying before us and some 50 feet below is about 100 feet of clear, clean sandy beach stretching as far as one can see to the left and as far as one can see to the right. Beyond the beach is Lake Michigan. The majesty of this view is completed by the dying sun's painting the sky above purple, crimson and orange. 

"Can we walk on the beach?" 

"Of course. There are stairs beyond the deck. Here, follow me." 

We descend, take off our shoes, leave them on the steps and begin walking along the beach. Bob loves this part. He's running ahead scaring sea gulls and nipping at the waves as they crest against the shore. Karen and I just mosey along the beach, holding hands, arms swinging, noting the sand's cool touch against our toes, the fresh wind's teasing the tail of Karen's big shirt and the horizon's constantly changing colors as the sun falls. It's a carefree time. 

After walking a while we both realize we're not alone. Up ahead a solitary figure approaches and off to the side a much smaller figure. Bob sees them and runs ahead to investigate. The smaller figure also begins running. Bob's in Heaven. He's found another dog. 

The dogs by now are chasing each other and ignoring their people. Karen and I approach the stranger who speaks first, "Hi. It looks like our dogs each found a playmate." 

Tanned legs, no shoes, white shorts - not tight, black sweatshirt declaring her love of the performer Meatloaf and failing to hide two substantial breasts, nice face, great smile, red hair tied in a pony tail and stuck through the hole in the back of a Cubs baseball cap, not skinny, not obese, about Karen's height, mid-40s I would guess. 

"They sure have and hi to you. I'm Jake. She's Karen and he, wherever he's gone, is Bob. Great evening isn't it." 

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Peg and she, who seems to be quite taken with Bob, is Sammi. It is a great evening. The beach and the lake and the sunset here are just incredible." 

"Great to meet you Peg. I'm actually here for my first time, um, visiting Jake for the weekend. Like you, I've already fallen in love with this place." Karen's smiling and stepping closer to Peg. 

"Actually, today's my first time here also. I'm from the other side of the lake over by Chicago. We've got some nice beaches there, but nothing like this. Karen, I see you're a Cubs fan too? I love them, as you can tell by Sammi's name." 

"Absolutely I am. Weren't you excited last year when they almost made it?" 

"Excited? I was hoarse for a month. I saw every game, either at the stadium or in one of the local pubs. It was amazing." 

I watch Karen flash me a coy smile and before I can say anything she and Peg are walking down the beach arm in arm yakking about their beloved Cubbies. Truth be told, I happen to know Karen is a died in the wool Tigers fan and would not be caught dead cheering for the Cubs. I can only speculate on her motives and that speculation is beginning to feel quite warm indeed. 

I'm lagging a bit behind the two new friends and marveling at how similar their bodies are shaped. They're the same height, same slightly wide shoulders and slightly tapered waists and same nicely shaped legs. But for Karen's blonde hair to Peg's red hair, they could be twins. Peg's wearing one of those slim gold chains on her ankle that I've always thought to be incredibly sexy. Soon we approach the stairs leading back up the dune to my place. The sun has set, leaving us with only the moon and stars. With darkness, the dogs are hanging closer. 

"I invited Peg up for a glass of wine. You don't mind, do you Jake?" 

Looking at the two of them, I think: I have an absolute rock in my pants from watching you two and you ask if I mind? Smiling I tell the women, "I think that would be great. I've got a couple bottles of Toasted Head in the fridge. We can light a fire and sit out on the deck." 

"Um, one of my favorite Chardonnays Jake. You have good taste."

"Thanks Peg," as I speculate to myself about the taste of Peg. 

We climb the stairs and then walk down the hill, the dogs running through the woods as we go. Arriving at my place, "Karen, why don't you show Peg around. I'll get a fire started out here." 

"Great, I can do that. Let's go Peg. We can tidy up a bit while we're waiting for Jake to start the fire." 

A few minutes later a fire blazes in a fire pit next to the back deck and I wander indoors to pour some wine. I don't see the women, but notice the door to the bedroom is closed. I find the wine, extract the cork, pour three glasses and slip a frozen condom over the bottle to keep it cold. Just then two women emerge from the bedroom wearing identical smiles, identical big white dress shirts with the top three buttons unbuttoned and interestingly enough, identical gold chains looped twice about their left ankles. "Great place you've got here Jake, but what's beyond that door with the sign that says, "NO GURLS ALOWED?" 

"Be careful Peg. That's Jake's clubhouse and he doesn't like anyone's going in there without his permission." 

"Um, sounds interesting." 

"Ok ladies. I don't know what's going on here, but I'm heading out onto the deck to enjoy this wine. But first, a toast. Here's to new friends." 

I see two identical smiles looking at each other as three glasses clink their approval. 

I'm stoking the fire when the women sit next to each other on a bench and wrap themselves in a blanket I'd left for them. I grab a chair just to their side and prop my legs up on an old stump I use for that purpose. A bit of idle chat about nothing in particular, another log on the fire, glasses refilled, a second bottle uncorked, time passes and everyone's feeling good. Eva Cassidy sings softly in the background, Tall Trees in Georgia.

A while ago I noticed Karen's shivering and Peg's sliding her arm over Karen's shoulder. Now I notice Karen's seemingly sitting a bit closer to Peg than before. 

"Hey Jake?" Its Peg. I look up. "Want to see something interesting?" 

Tongue-tied again, "A, Um, Sure." 

What I see is far beyond interesting. It's the stuff of which barroom legends are made. I know immediately and with absolute certainty, that I've met my third sy-reen. 

Peg's right hand rises from Karen's shoulder to cradle the back of Karen's head. Peg's left hand appears from beneath the blanket, touches Karen's chin and together her hands slightly tilt and then guide Karen's face. Karen's eyes open wide before closing slowly. Peg's face tilting now and sliding forward. Lips touch and slide apart. Tongues emerge, tickling lips. Throats moan. Time stands still, my eyes wide open, my hand sliding to my crotch. It's the slowest, most delicate, most sensual kiss I've ever witnessed. Peg's turning her shoulders slightly, aggression mounting, Karen's slumping, eyes still closed. Mouths opening, tongues thrashing, moans shifting to groans of pleasure. Peg's breaking the kiss. 

"What do you think Jake? Are you going to show me that clubhouse now?" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

A myriad of thoughts flash through my brain in the next few seconds. 

What's going on here? Karen and I haven't t talked about involving another person with us and she's denied ever being with a woman. She appeared genuinely surprised as Peg initiated that kiss and I noticed that as soon as Peg broke the kiss, Karen blinked her eyes a couple of times as though that kiss wasn't planned. I wonder though, was Karen acting for my benefit? They were together in the bedroom for at least ten minutes and they came out dressed identically and Karen donned that ankle bracelet and there is nothing beneath those shirts they're wearing, so they certainly were naked together. They took to each other so well down on the beach, walking arm in arm and bouncing along in front of me. And what's Karen doing telling Peg she loves the Cubs? Although Karen seemed surprised by the kiss, she didn't fight it and she certainly did respond to it. I know Karen absolutely loves to kiss and there is that saying among guys that there are two things no man can do as well as a woman: one is kiss and the other is eat pussy. And there I sat, like a fool, touching myself while they kissed. I know Peg noticed and my guess is that Karen did as well. We've talked about a few semi-kinky things and I wonder. Maybe Karen is thinking that I would enjoy her and Peg's seducing me, not that I would be an unwilling victim. If I were a wagering man, I'd bet that Karen's enjoying herself right now and she's going to play out this scene and see where it leads. Maybe its time to call her bluff.

"You're a pretty brave girl, aren't you Peg, trying to seduce my woman right here front of me. It even looks like she enjoyed you for a moment or two. I didn't give her permission to enjoy another woman though and so I may have to punish her. I'll tell you also, if we go into my clubhouse now, that's exactly what I'll do. I'll begin Karen's punishment. 

"Now, are you sure you want to see that room Peg? It might get pretty intense." 

"Jake. I definitely want to go into your clubhouse. You and Karen have been turning me on ever since I first laid eyes on you down on the beach. Just watching you sit in that seat over there, sipping your wine and staring into the fire got me oh so hot. And sitting here with Karen and her bare leg's touching mine and every time she moved even the slightest, I got tingles from my toes all the way up to my pussy. I couldn't resist kissing Karen and in truth, I want to do so much more to her. Maybe there's something I can do for you that might make up for Karen's transgression and avoid any punishment." 

"You think so?" 

"That depends on what you have in mind Jake." 

"Come here." Peg rises, steps toward me and stands over me, looking down, her face serious. "On your knees." She grins, suspecting what's coming, and kneels. "Unzip my shorts." Peg reaches for my shorts, touches only the tab atop my fly and seductively pulls downward - slowly. It's as though I can hear the tab releasing each of the zipper's teeth, one-by-one. Karen, not knowing quite what to make of Peg and me sits only a few feet away and cranes her neck to see around Peg's shoulder. "Reach in." I feel Peg's fingers pushing through the opening in my shorts and then sorting through the opening in my undershorts and finally the coolness of her fingers against my skin for the first time. She cradles my cock in the palm of her hand, her fingers wrapped under and around me, and smiles at what she's found. "Pull out my cock." Withdrawing me and sliding a second hand onto me, Peg purrs, "Mmm Jake, that's a very nice cock." "Quiet," I demand. "Look at me." Eyes rising. "Open your mouth." 

Sliding forward until my thighs slide between Peg's shoulders and her arms, I shove Peg's hands away from me, hold my cock straight out with my right hand, grab the back of Peg's head with my left hand and push my cock directly into Peg's mouth. Not an inch at a time. All the way. I hold it there for more than just a few seconds while looking Peg squarely in the eyes. She blinks and closes her eyes. "Open your eyes." Slightly startled, Peg opens. I can see she is doing her best not to gag. A moment longer. Her throat threatening to reject me, I withdraw as she gasps for air. 

"Put your hands on my ass Peg. I'm not going to move an inch myself, but you're going to pull my cock into your mouth until it touches your throat. You're going to hold it there for a moment and then you're going to push out all but the tip and you're going to do that over and over and over again. Karen, get over here." 

"Yes sir," Karen's moving and kneeling immediately. 

"You like to kiss her so much, I want your lips on her mouth. Don't you dare take my cock into your mouth though. That's her job. Just kiss and lick her and lick my cock as she slides it into and out of her mouth." 

"Um, yes sir!" Smiles from two women. 

And here I sit, two sy-reens kneeling in front of me. Peg's fucking her own mouth with me and Karen's slobbering over both my cock and Peg's lips. Minutes pass. I feel that well known and welcome tension below rising. Karen's fingers have found my balls. Peg's fingers have reached into my shorts to find the crack in my ass. I'm not going to cum now. I want to have some fun first. I push them both away. 

"No," they cry. "We want your cum. Please Jake." 

"Later ladies. Karen, take Peg into my clubhouse. Show her around. I'll be in after a little while. Oh, and if you want to begin without me, you go right ahead." I smile, they giggle and leap to their feet, running into the house. 

I wander inside behind them, open the refrigerator and withdraw a wooden box: a box of La Aurora's, the oldest and finest cigars made in the Dominican Republic. Their leaves have been grown in the same fields of the Cibao Valley for over three generations. La Auroras, almost a national treasure, are as mild and smooth as a fine woman's pussy. 

I return outside and light up, just sitting in my chair, watching the fire, feeling the breeze, sucking on my cigar, watching the stars above, sipping my wine and contemplating the evening's events. Conclusion: I'm having a very good time and I really like those two women. 

Douse the fire, pick up a wine bottle, some glasses, a blanket, take them all inside, tidy the kitchen, note Bob's and Sammi's resting. It's my house, I do these things. 

Fifteen minutes pass and for the last five that I've been in the kitchen area, I've been hearing moans, some soft and some not, emanating from the open door leading down to the clubhouse. Walking softly down the stairway and poking my head around the corner, I see Peg's leaning back in the swing with Karen on her knees slobbering away at Peg's cunt and Peg's legs wrapped over Karen's shoulders. I leave them alone. Five minutes later I return and peek again. They've switched positions. Karen's on the swing and Peg's in front of her. Karen's leaning forward desperately pulling Peg's head into her cunt. Five more minutes and I peek in again. Karen's still on the swing, but Peg's standing in front of her, their arms around each other, cunts touching, breasts touching. Neither of them is moving and neither of them is wearing a stitch of clothing. Its time to go in. 

They sense my approach. "Come here Jake." 

Four hands begin stripping my clothing. Sweatshirt over my head. Fingers unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. More fingers fumbling with my belt and the button to my shorts, then sliding them down my legs. I step out of them as twenty fingers, ten on each hip, remove my jockey shorts. Yes, I still wear the white cotton ones. 

"Sit Jake, here in the swing." 

Two women disappear to the bar, water running, steam rising, they return, several towels in hand. They kneel. Two hands on each bare foot. Hot wet towels applied, wiping, massaging, slowly, no hurry. 

"Lean back Jake. Relax and enjoy." 

Two mouths, one encasing each big toe, faux blow jobs. Fingers caressing, massaging deeply. Tongues licking. Teeth biting. Nails tickling. Minutes pass. Am I dreaming? Fingers on each toe now. Touching, pinching, massaging. Now mouths. 

This little piggy went to market; This little piggy stayed home; This little piggy is being eaten by Karen; This little piggy by Peg; And this little piggy just wants to cum and cum and cum and cum. 

Hands spreading my legs. Feet placed into harnesses. Two heads between my legs, alternating kisses on the inside of my ankles / calves / thighs and each other. I watch their every move, enthralled at how slowly and seductively they work. Fingers massaging, lips sucking, kissing, biting their way upward. The physical sensations these two women create are immense and are dwarfed only by the mental stimulation of watching two almost identical heads between my legs. Each kiss, suck, nibble stimulates a new nerve, crackling bolts of pleasure through my thighs and into my groin. 

My cock is a rock. It stands straight up, precum droplets formed on its tip. Two tongues approach and lick drops away. Two mouths engulf me, first one and then the other and then the first again. One hand on my balls, one hand playing with my ass. Never have I been stimulated so thoroughly in so many sensitive places. 

Karen pushes the button to lower the swing. Peg stands and walks to my side. Stepping over my waist and facing my head, she places one foot on either side of my hips. She grasps my cock, centers herself and sits, sliding easily over the top of me. I reach for two full breasts, nipples engorged. Moans from her, some for my cock in her and some for my fingers on her. 

"Lean back Jake." Its Karen. 

Releasing Peg's nipples and leaning back I see Karen's approaching from above my head. She keeps coming, ending with one leg next to each ear. She squats and I am gifted with two, hairless smooth lips. 

Peg's rising and falling on my cock. Karen's rocking against my mouth. The sounds of their mouths on each other. Up and down, back and forth, tongue extended, seeking, finding, circling, lips sucking. Cock thrusting. Women moaning, sharing their tongues with each other. 

They stop. Karen's retreating first, then Peg. Switching. Karen on my cock, bouncing gleefully. Peg on my face rocking in ecstasy. A new cunt, also hairless all over, smooth, delicious. Peg more forceful than Karen on my face, hands beneath my head pulling me into her. Grinding against my mouth. Karen quicker on my cock. Everyone louder. Me harder, growing, ready. Peg's high pitched shriek and copious juices flooding my face, I lap furiously at the sweet nectar of this woman's cum. Karen's even louder shriek as she hammers herself onto my cock. I join the chorus, shooting cum, over and over and over and over. 




My Siren Pt. 02



Two women dismounting, Karen's approaching holding her labia together, straddling my face and releasing. Male cum flooding my mouth, mixing with the secretions of two beautiful women. Three tongues lapping, intertwining, teasing and sharing the joy of sex. 

Three people rise and paddle slowly to my bedroom. Covers thrown back. Me in the middle and a "sy-reen" on each side. I am satiated, exhausted. Each woman slowly rolls toward me, each with a soft, warm mouth on my chest, covering a nipple. Tongues, lips, suction. Soft, smooth calming sensations. My eyes close. I hear no sound. I am Odysseus, strapped to the mast of my ship, sailing past the Isle of the Siren. I am content, awaiting adventures yet to come.

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Soft hair on my thighs and stomach, warm wetness on my groin, not quite awake, not quite asleep, light seeping through my yet unopened eyelids, the sound of a not so distant "um," the sensation of a vibrating throat. My eyes struggle open. On my left hip, a blonde; on my right, a redhead, alternating gulps of an early morning hard-on. 

"Good morning Jake," They coo together as they touch tongues. Then alternating speaking and engulfing cock, they continue, 

Karen: "Your friend Paul called earlier. 

Peg: "We answered the phone. 

Karen: "He wanted to now who we were. 

Peg: "We told him we were 'sy-reens'. 

Karen: "He said something about 'lucky fucker'. 

Peg: "We giggled. 

Karen: "He said he wanted to play golf with you this morning. 

Peg: "We told him that you were still asleep. 

Karen: "He said to wake you up. 

Peg: "We said we would, but that we would be punished if we did. 

Karen: "He said something about 'stupid lucky fucker'. 

Peg: "We told him that we would be playing with you for a few minutes after you woke up. 

Karen: "He groaned and it sounded like he might be crying. 

Peg: "And we told him that he could play with you when we finished. 

Karen: "But we told him that we wanted you back by late this afternoon. 

Peg: "He said you had a 10:30 tee time at the club. 

Together: "Jake, Do you have a club we don't know about?" 

"Only a place where I play golf and tennis. Not much exciting happens there." I am absolutely in awe. What in the world did I do to deserve these two? 

"You don't mind if we continue sucking on this thing do you Jake." I don't know if its Karen or Peg. Like I care who said it. "Ah, no, please continue." 

And they do. Two "sy-reens" laying side by side, someone's hand cupping, rolling, stroking, teasing my balls, another hand near my anus, circling, piercing, fucking slowly. Two mouths sharing, alternating, kissing each other with my cock between lips. They're in no hurry. Lips sliding up and back, tongues tasting, occasionally someone will engulf me to the root. They tongue each other as much as me, but with each of their lustful exchanges, I'm in the middle and a recipient of their lust both as a viewer and by the stimulation of their touch. 

Picking up pace below. A second finger penetrating me. Are the fingers from two hands? One? Over, again, again, again, rhythmic. A never before feeling, stretched by my standards and erotic to my mind. My balls being squeezed, tighter than before. A mouth on mine, I know not who's. A tongue entering my throat, thrusting, simulating fucking. Sensations everywhere. Tensions mounting. A mouth increasing pace on my cock. Gagging heard. An exchange. Plunging to the root. A throat contracting against my cock. Fingers fucking, palm squeezing. Tongue in my mouth. Sensations growing. Tightness in my ass. Spreading. Eyes closed. Colors expanding. Fireworks: Red, White, Yellow, Orange, Purple. Clusters of sound. Growing, Growing. Sensations transitioning from ass to balls to shaft. Contraction. Eruption. An overnight's savings of cum in my balls. Cock imbedded in throat. Mouth on my balls. Finger in my ass. Rhythm. Finger in, tongue stroking, mouth forced down. I cum. She swallows. Pulse, She swallows. Pulse, She swallows. Pulse, She swallows. Who was it? Karen, Peg? Who swallowed? Switching. A new mouth on mine. New lips on my cock, sucking hard. Reward. Another pulse and another. Cum shared. 

"Um Jake. Its almost 10:00 and you have a tee time with your buddy, Paul, in half an hour." Said Karen/Peg. "Don't worry about us. We're going to do a bit of shopping this afternoon and enjoy ourselves. We'll see you later." 

I jump. Quickest shower possible. Golf shirt, shorts, sticks always in trunk. I'm out the door, into the car and on the road.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER – TWO GUYS – TONGUE IN CHEEK 

"Hey Jake. I talked to a couple of sy-reens this morning: and they were at your house. What gives?" 

"It's amazing Paul. Talk about a sy-reen! But not just one sy-reen Paul. Two sy-reens. And not just ordinary sy-reens like the Syzmanski sisters who you conquered in sy-reen lore, but sacred sy-reens! Paul, they even look alike." 

"Jesus Jake. You found sacred sy-reens? I thought they were only a myth." 

"No Paul. They really exist. Two completely sexual beasts and I've got them at my house right now." 

"What are your going to do Jake. No man can survive even one sacred sy-reen, much less two." 

"I have no idea Paul. They overwhelm me. All I can say is I have a feeling that my next trip with these women is going to be unparalleled in the annals of man." 

CHAPTER NINE 

"Hey Jake!" Two near clones grin at me from the porch in front of my home as I pull into the drive. 4-11 each, both blonde, bangs and silver/white ponytails, a couple of extra pounds, but extremely well packaged, wider shoulders than waists, large and incredibly edible breasts, lips begging to be kissed, smiles designed for teasing, identical gold chains highlighting left ankles, matching Khaki shorts, matching pale blue tees cut off well above the waist and a couple of bare midriffs that beg to be worshiped. 

"How was the golf game Jake?" 

"Hi girls. The game was great. I haven't played that well for years." 

"We were thinking about you. Maybe we brought you luck." 

"That must have been it." 

"Are you tired?" 

"A little. First Karen and then later the two of you together gave me quite a workout both yesterday and this morning." 

"Oh, poor baby." 

"It looks like you guys visited the salon today." 

"Do you like?" 

"Like? You two are the hottest, sexiest creatures I've ever seen." 

"Come here Jake, we want to show you something." 

I'm out of my car and approaching within a couple of feet. Suddenly, four hands lifting two shirts over four full, round breasts. What do I see, but two right breasts, each pierced with identical gold hoops holding identical charm bracelet letters "J." What can I do, but bend my lips first to one, receiving an encouraging "Um" for my efforts, and then to the other, receiving an alarming "Ouch!" I chuckle. "Now I know which of you is Karen and which is Peg. I'll be gentler next time Peg." "Oh, thanks Jake," lower lip drooping just enough to be sexy. 

"So what all did you guys do today?" 

Peg: "Oh, we laid out on the beach. 

Karen: "And then we came inside and played. 

Peg: "And then we had some lunch out on the deck. 

Karen: "And then we came inside and played. 

Peg: "And then we went to the salon. 

Karen: "And then we when shopping. 

Peg: "And then we came back here and took a nap. 

Karen: "And then you came home. 

Peg: "And now we're ready to play." 

Karen: "Do you want to know about how we played?" 

Blushing and flustered, "Um, sure." 

"Great, but first, you go jump in the shower. You're all sweaty and yucky. We want you fresh. When you come out, we'll tell you more about our day." 

By the time I get to the shower, ole Eric the Red is standing at attention and fully ready and capable of giving his due. Nonetheless, neither Karen nor Peg appear and I'm left to my own devices for showering. Needless to say, the shower is quicker than a premature cum by a teenager on his first attempt in the back seat of his dad's SUV. While shaving in the shower, I sense that I'm being watched, so I give Eric a stroke or two just to see if I can stir any reaction from my suspected voyeur, but nothing develops. Oh well. Time to slip on some old tennis shorts and a tee shirt. 

Padding out into the kitchen, there they are. One is cutting some cheese and the other is uncorking a very nice Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio. I accept a glass, pass through the kitchen and sit in my comfortable, trusty, old leather chair in the family room. Karen and Peg bring the cheese and some walnuts, place them within my reach and then retire to the matching leather sofa just across from me. 

"Well you see Jake," I'm pretty sure its Peg, "its all your fault. This morning when you deposited that load in Karen's mouth and then gave me only a minor sampling, you got me all upset. I know that when I get upset, I get horny. And then you left to go play golf with Paul. Did you know how cute he sounds over the phone Jake? Anyway, I was horny and you weren't here and Karen's my friend, and she recognized how horny I was, so what was she to do?" 

"There I was," Karen's continuing, "sitting up on my knees on your bed and Peg there beside me. She just sat up on her knees also, squared her body with mine, looked me right in the face, and then crawled over until her breasts were touching mine and her cunt was touching mine and her hands were on my ass and then she began moving her chest so that she stimulated my breasts, and Jake, I was so wet. And Peg just took me right there. She put her mouth on mine and stuck out her tongue and I opened my mouth and received her tongue and I was so horny and I just sucked her tongue between my cheeks, just like I had sucked on your cock a few minutes earlier. And she started moaning and I started moaning and then I let go of her tongue and she withdrew it and then I stuck my tongue in her mouth and she sucked so hard on it that I thought it was going to fly out of my mouth and all the way down her throat. All this time Jake, Peg and I are mashing our boobs together and I'm grinding my pelvis against Peg and she's grinding against me. I mean Jake, its like we each have three centers of erotic pleasure and each is being stimulated simultaneously. And Jake, we kept on doing all this forever." 

"Finally my dear Jake," its Peg now, "Karen just pushed me over so that I fell onto my back. She laid down on her stomach between my legs, stared me squarely in the cunt and planted one fine kiss right there. She began tonguing me then, from my ass to my clit. I know I tasted so good Jake that she couldn't stop. She must have tongued me for thirty minutes, sometimes ever so slowly and sometimes quickly. Jake, I swear I came four times while our sweet Karen was tonguing me. With each cum, she just licked up the liquid I gave her and continued. Finally, I was begging her to fuck me. I think I actually was delirious and thought Karen was you, because I know she doesn't have the equipment to fuck me." 

"Well Jake," Karen speaking, "they say necessity is the mother of invention and Peg tells the truth when she says she was demanding to be fucked. So what was I to do. I stretched out between Peg's legs, inserted a finger in her cunt and began thrusting. She's in Heaven and told me so with her moans. Pretty soon there's a second finger thrusting also and she's in Heavener. Next I exert even more pressure when I slide in a third finger and she sounds like she's in Heavenest, but it got even better. Understand Jake, she's thrashing now. She can't stand it. So, what do you think I did next Jake? I put in a fourth finger. I'm stretching her now. She can take the tips of my fingers easily, but by the time my four fingers widen to the palm of my hand, she's stretched to the max. Is there something beyond Heavenest Jake?" 

"So Jake," Peg smiling at me, "want to know what she did then?" 

By now I have become harder than I ever can imagine. I'm on the edge of my seat, my head is swaying side to side, I'm drooling (or at least it feels that way) and I am barely able to utter even one intelligible syllable. "Uh what?" 

"Jake, Karen slid her thumb in under her four fingers and pushed a bit harder and there she was, just as smooth as silk, up to her wrist in my wonderful cunt. I'm shrieking my pleasure. Karen just smiles and begins slowly wiggling her fingers and fucking me. I thought I was going to pass out right there." 

"Peg must have cum twenty times Jake. This sylph we've adopted just wouldn't let up. Do you know what else Jake? Every one of those cums made me want your cock in my mouth and cunt and ass even more. Jake, I just laid there and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. Finally, Peg gathered herself and reached down and pushed me away from her. If she hadn't Jake, I'd still be fucking her. She was so erotic, so helpless, laying there, shaking and moaning and crying. I just couldn't stop." 

"When she finished Jake, my legs were so weak I barely could stand. Karen helped me up, we showered then and washed each other ever so carefully and then went out on the deck and laid out. No tops Jake, and no bottoms either." 

"And then Peg spread some lotion on me to keep me from burning and . . ." 

"Stop Karen. Later." Peg smiling seductively. 

"Yes, you're right. Then we had lunch Jake." Karen's smiling. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Peg, don't you think Jake looks a little uncomfortable over there?" 

"I agree Karen. It looks like he has something big in his pants. I'll bet it's almost ready to explode. I wonder how he got that way." Two women giggling. "I think he needs some relief from whatever it is that is bothering him and I'd love to provide that relief for him. Unfortunately, I have to leave for a while. I've not mentioned it, but I'm staying with my aunt and when I spoke to her last night about spending the night here, she reminded me that she has friends coming for dinner tonight whom she'd like me to meet.

"You'll be coming back, won't you Peg?" asks Karen.

"Absolutely I will, sometime after dinner." 

"Karen and I have reservations for dinner at 7:00 tonight Peg. I expect we'll be home around 10:00 or so. Why don't you come over then?" 

"Absolutely. I'm falling in lust with you guys. A herd of elephants couldn't keep me away." 

Kisses and hugs all around. Peg's hand grasping and stroking my hardness through my shorts as they hug. "We were right Karen. He is ready to explode." Karen's smiling, "Well I know just the solution for that problem. Peg, before you leave, will you help our poor Jake out of his shorts." 

"It would be my pleasure." 

Peg kneels, unbuttons my shorts and slides them to the floor. I step out of the shorts and kick them away. Suddenly, Peg's teeth are gnawing on my cock through my jockey shorts. Not hard, just playing with me. "Um. Very nice," moans Peg. Peg's fingers now on the sides of my jockeys, dragging them to the floor as well. I step and kick them away as Peg's tongue wipes a drop of precum moments before her throat engulfs my cock. "Um. Very, very nice," moans Peg a bit louder and longer than before. 

Releasing my cock and standing Peg declares, "I'm late guys, I have to leave right now. He's all yours Karen. See you later tonight. Bye." Peg's out the door. 

Karen approaches, facing me, grasps my cock in one hand, leads me to the sofa, turns me and pushes against my chest. I step backward and sit. She quickly lifts her shirt over her head and pulls her shorts to the floor. No bra, no panties. One knee on either side of my lap, a hand guiding my cock into a sopping wet cunt and Karen sinks. I'm buried as far as I can be. 

I begin to thrust upward but Karen stops, places one hand on each of my shoulders, leans forward, licks an ear and whispers, "No Jake. Relax. Let me do this one." Almost immediately I feel my cock's being squeezed and I realize, Karen is going to do kegel exercises on me. Yes, this one will be slow and delicious. We begin. My hands/fingers on her breasts; hers on mine. Her mouth on my neck. My mouth on her chest. Her mouth on my chest. My mouth on her neck. Our mouths together. Sucking fingers, licking wrists, biting earlobes. How erotic it is for Karen to insert her thumb into my mouth and tease my face and neck with the remainder of her fingers. My fingers massaging those sensitive spots in the small of her back and the upper portions of her buttocks. Kegels: three contractions and rest, three contractions and rest. Every so often Karen rises and then drops again. I'm reminded of Bull Durham, "long, slow, deep, wet kisses that last for three days." 

There's no talk, no need for it. Just slow, luxurious exploration. 

I begin concentrating on Karen's bare nipple. Fingertips rolling, squeezing, pulling, stretching, never hard, never fast. Switching to the pierced nipple I begin anew. Pressing the hoop against flesh, pulling the hoop, ignoring the hoop and squeezing the nipple, hard then soft, twisting. Thumbs on the tip of each nipple. Pushing through breasts then simultaneously pinching and stretching two nipples, then reversing. Mouth on pierced nipple, tonguing, sucking, tugging on ring, biting. Left hand seeking clit, finding, stroking, thumb to her mouth, wetting, moistening clit. "Lean back Karen." Her hands to my knees behind her. Two of my fingers, one on either side of clit, stroking languorously up and down, up and down. 

All the time Karen's maintaining her slow, rhythmic pace on my cock. I can tell that I'm getting to her. Her breathing's a bit quicker. Small shakes in her legs. Sounds from her throat. My fingers unrelenting, sliding beside clit, not touching, but stimulating nonetheless. 

"Picture your clit Karen - a perfect little ball - imagine the nerve endings in the tip of it. Picture my fingers. One on either side of your clit, sliding ever so slowly up and down. Watch as my fingers' movement triggers sensations in your body. Squeeze my cock Karen and feel the fullness it creates in your cunt. Put your mind's eye next to your cunt Karen and watch as you stroke my cock in and out. Note each sensation as the head of my cock slides over that special spot in your cunt. You're doing it Karen. You're using my cock to fuck yourself. All the while, my fingers are sliding mercilessly beside your clit. Cum Karen. Cum for me. Don't move faster Karen. Use your mind Karen. Use my cock, my fingers and your mind to cum Karen. Fuck yourself with your mind Karen. Cum for me Karen. Cum!" 

The kegels stop. Karen freezes momentarily. I continue whispering. She tenses. I slide a finger to the tip of her clit and stroke: once, twice, thrice. Suddenly she clenches my cock with all her muscles and her contractions begin. She screams a guttural pleasure and slumps forward onto my shoulders. Contractions continue. I won't stop stroking her clit. Contractions slowing. Breathing heavier. Whimpering sounds now. Heavy against my chest. She rests. 

I hold her, stroking her soft hair with fingertips running from forehead to shoulders, softly, steadily. Breathing slowing, becoming normal. She looks up. My tongue wipes perspiration from her face. We kiss, soft, slow. 

Moments, then minutes pass. 

"Fuck me Jake. Take your pleasure from me." 

"On your hands and knees Karen. On the floor. That's it babe. Spread your legs a bit wider." I hold my cock and slide into Karen from behind in one stroke. Incredible warmth and wetness. I reach forward, finding, grasping hair. I pull Karen's head toward me. She turns slightly. I can see her face. She's smiling. I begin to pump. Not soft. This time is mine. Bracing myself by pulling Karen's hair my cock pummels her cunt. Balls slapping near her clit. Cock out to tip and then forced back in. I won't last long. 

"Fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard. Pound my cunt with that monster of yours. Make me hurt Jake. Push your cock all the way to my throat. That's it baby. Pull my hair. Stretch my neck. Use my body Jake. Oh my gawd Jake. Harder Jake. Harder. I'm there again Jake. That's it Jake. Cum in me Jake. Shoot your seed into my slut cunt Jake. Spray me Jake." 




My Siren Pt. 02



Karen's words, coupled with the image of her body on the floor before me and the physical sensations of her cunt are more than I can stand. I grunt hard, scream my pleasure and release into her. She feels my release and is propelled past her own edge. Two bodies writhing, screaming, using, feeling, melding. Cock pummeling cunt. Cunt squeezing cock. Two bodies spent, absolutely still, gasping for breath.

"Stay just the way you are Karen and squeeze your cunt shut. Don't let any out." I eagerly withdraw for Karen, roll onto my back and slide beneath her and position my mouth beneath her cunt. "Sit up Karen and slide your cunt onto my mouth." She does. I begin licking the wetness from her before clamping my mouth over her cunt. As Karen senses my security beneath her cunt, she releases and a load of warm, slightly salty cum oozes from her to me. I suction her cunt as best I can and tongue deeply into her. 

"Swallow our cum Jake. You take it this time. Swallow us Jake. Oh, that's hot Jake. That is so hot." She likes the feeling and begins grinding on my face. I allow it, my tonguing continuing to probe. Small circles now with her cunt over my face. She's washing herself on me. Long strokes now. She's fucking my face from my chin to my nose. She's using my face. My tongue stroking as I can. She's settling now. Cunt centered above my mouth. Her grinding. My tonguing. Her finger to her clit and stroking. Sounds above, quickening movement, finger a blur on her clit, pressing hard and grinding hard against face. Louder, Louder. She collapses. Falls straight forward, face to the carpet, supported only by elbows and knees. 

Getting up, I crawl to her, pull her onto her side and hold her.



My Siren



"Are you certain sir?" She teases. I take her hand from my crotch and secure her hand to the other chain with a fourth silk tie. 

Finally, I move the heavy chain so it slides between Karen's breasts, across the center of her stomach and lower, between her legs. The chain in one hand, I bend and spread Karen's labia with my other hand. I pull the chain taut against Karen's now wide open cunt and slide it sideways for a moment or two and then back and forth several times. Karen initially tenses from the sensation of cold metal rubbing against her opening, but just as quickly relaxes. I note a small smile of pleasure. 

Dropping the chain and stepping back, I admire the scene before me. Karen has accepted the restraints and at the same time retained a bit of her attitude. It's more curiosity than submission, but overall, I'm pleased. Here is where we will deviate from what Karen thinks is coming. "I'll be right back Karen." I cross the room to a closet, take two devices from a drawer inside and return silently to Karen. She hasn't heard my arrival. I bend before her, move my head forward and lick her freshly shaven cunt. A long lick, from its bottom to its top. She startles, never expecting this assault, but quickly purrs her satisfaction. "More, please, sir" she begs. 

I give her a few more licks, tasting and savoring her wetness. She does taste good. I need my will power here. I stop tasting and insert a finger into her, sliding it in and out a few times, wetting it. She begins to pump herself toward my finger, moaning for more. I stop and withdraw, but just as quickly, I slide that same finger to her anus, slowly insert my finger and apply her juices there. She wiggles her pleasure. "Open your mouth Karen. I have something I want you to get good and wet." 

"Aren't you going to take it out of your pants first silly?" 

"Open your mouth Karen." Sterner. With a look of surprise, she does as instructed. In my hand is a flesh colored latex butt plug. It's about 4 ½ inches long and shaped kind of like a cone, beginning with a soft rounded point at one end, then widening over the next two inches to become 1 1/4 inches in diameter, then narrowing again over the next inch. After it narrows, it expands to about 3 inches in diameter as a safety measure to prevent its slipping inside entirely. 

I slide the plug all the way into Karen's mouth and hold it there. She shakes her head, not expecting either its taste or texture, but nonetheless, hollowing her cheeks and sucking on it as though it were my cock. I watch with eyes wide open and amazed. "Now Karen, when I withdraw this little cutie, I want you to lick it for me. Get it good and wet." Beginning to figure out what is happening, Karen gurgles her consent and does as I ask. How incredibly erotic to watch her tongue caress this little cock, while she moans her pleasure. After a few moments, I take the plug from her mouth, bend again, give her anus several quick licks, apply a dollop of lotion to the plug and slide the plug into her. She accepts it with a slight grimace and an unconvincing groan of protest. I know she was stretched a bit and that she hurt. Just then though, I flick a little button and Karen's ass begins to vibrate. She smiles and begins singing her consent. I flick the button again and she frowns. 

"Be good Karen and I might reward you." "I like that sensation in my ass sir. I'll be very good," licking her lips for emphasis.

I flick the button again. She smiles. I allow her ass to continue vibrating. 

"Open your mouth Karen. I have another toy for you to wet." 

She opens wide immediately. I slide in a few inches of my second toy, a purple, 5 inch long, 1 inch diameter vibe which curves sharply at one end. It's designed to stimulate her G-spot. I withdraw it and slide it into her mouth again. I begin repeating these actions, slowly fucking Karen's mouth. I watch a drop of saliva drool from her lips. Bending forward, I lick that drop from her chin. Withdrawing the purple cock from Karen's mouth, I slide it across her lips. Knowing that I want her to lick it, she extends her tongue and is mildly surprised to find both cock and my tongue. She moans her approval and together we wet the cock thoroughly, tasting each other's anticipation. Taking the wetted cock from Karen and pushing the chain aside from her cunt, I insert my finger into Karen, crook it upward and feel for her G-spot. Finding those little ridges, I estimate the depth of Karen's pleasure and slide the cock into Karen making certain its hook touches the spot necessary offer Karen maximum stimulation. I secure the cock at this depth. The chain naturally slides back, covering Karen's cunt as I draw my hand away. By now Karen is wiggling in her seat. The butt plug is having a definite effect and both my ministrations to her cunt and the chain's presence there have brought her close. 

I flick the butt plug switch off and simultaneously flick another switch igniting her cunt. Karen startles, slumps in her seat a bit and begins rolling her head from side to side. If I could see her eyes behind her mask, they would be closed in her pleasure. She is writhing in her chair, her pelvis making that small circle. She begins to pick up speed, I know she's close. I shut off the vibe in her cunt. 

"No, no, no . . . turn it back on, please sir, please.!" Karen begs. I silently turn both switches from their previous low speed to a higher speed and then flick both switches on. Karen immediately tightens her grip on both swing chains and a moment later explodes in ecstasy. She is moaning as loudly as I've ever heard her, drool escaping her open mouth. I slide my tongue into that mouth and begin fucking her throat as deeply as I can reach. I continue tonguing her mouth while Karen rocks and rotates her hips until I sense her orgasm subsiding. 

As I slow the vibe speeds, Karen continues to calm. I withdraw from her mouth and shut off the vibes. Karen just sighs. 

"There's a tennis match I want to watch on the television right now Karen. You'll need to stay right where you are." 

Suddenly recognizing her helplessness, "No, no, no! I want you! I want more! I'll suck you if you'll take me with you. I'll kneel between your legs and suck you throughout the entire tennis match if you want. I'll get on my hands and knees and you can fuck my ass as you watch TV sir. Please sir, let me, let me. Don't leave me alone here." She begs. 

She may actually be panicked at the prospect of being left blindfolded and strapped into a swing where she has no ability to release herself. Its time to push just a bit. "Stop whining Karen. It's not becoming you. You'll stay right where you are. I'll be over on the sofa silently stroking my cock as I watch the match. Picture that in your mind's eye Karen. My cock's being stroked and your not being able to touch it. "If you're good, from time to time I may switch on one of your vibes. I don't want to hear a sound from you though, whether one or both vibes is on or off. If I hear even the slightest moan, I will turn off both vibes immediately and you'll sit here with absolutely no stimulation, just two inert cocks stuck in your holes." 

"Oh, please, please sir. I'll be quiet. I promise." "We'll see Karen, we'll see." 

With both vibes silent, I walk away. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

6-4, 6-2, an extremely disappointing and frustrating match for Andy Roddick as he once again fails to mount even a serious challenge to Roger Federer. Federer, easily the world's best player today, displayed ballet like skills coupled with prescient anticipation and a greyhound's speed to dispatch number 2 in one hour and fifteen minutes.

True to my order, Karen has been silent the entire match. In fact, I waited at least five minutes before sending the first buzz to her. I kept glancing over at her during first few minutes and observed her making those little circles with her pelvis. With two cocks stuck inside her and one of those rubbing against her G-spot with her every movement, I could only guess what they felt like for her. I can tell you that when I'm inside her and she begins those circles, the sensations are nothing less than exquisite. 

Karen must have jumped six inches when the first buzz hit her full blast in the ass. I let it go about thirty seconds, switched it off and then gave her a full blast in the cunt. She just twitched this time. Another thirty seconds and I stopped.

Lowest of three settings in the ass and lowest of five in the cunt. About thirty seconds and then the slowest possible sequential increases. More circles, some grimaces, some smiles. Sometimes Karen's cunt vibe on and her ass vibe off, sometimes the other way around, sometimes both on, sometimes both off, varying speeds for each. Sometimes when I peek at her she's working her pelvis hard with clear strain on her face, sometimes she's just relaxing and enjoying, but right now she has that look of serenity on her face that brags, "I just came and it was so smooth." And so it went for about an hour. 

The best description I can give is that Karen's mind accepted completely several concepts. First, that she had no ability to get herself loose. Second, that the vibes in her felt good. Third, I was paying attention to her. Fourth, that I was nearby (she could hear the television) and was monitoring her. From these concepts, Karen made the decision to trust rather than to rebel.

The match is over and I am horny as all get out. I pull my cock from my pants, stroke myself to hardness and approach Karen with both vibes at full speed. Karen has no idea I'm standing next to her when my hard cock slides across her cheek. She jumps almost a foot. Recovering quickly, she bobs forward repeatedly, trying to find my cock with her mouth, but blindfolded and with both hands secured to her swing's chains, I easily avoid her. I don't want a blow job. I want to fuck her silly. I toy with her a bit, slapping my cock against her cheeks, against her forehead, across her mask, across her lips, even against her neck and throat. Karen bobs for apples, finding none. 

I reach to a nearby wall, push a switch and watch Karen's swing rise about twelve inches. Karen looks puzzled. "That's better," I think, just the right height. I shut off Karen's cunt vibe and reaching down I pull that vibe from her. She gasps angrily, her source of pleasure eliminated, but quickly her puzzlement and frustration turn to anticipation. I've never felt her this wet. I place the still wet vibe into her mouth. "Clean it Karen." She sucks eagerly. 

With the vibe in her mouth, I move in front of her, pick up the chain from between her legs and move that chain so it hangs straight down behind her head. I know full well that the weight of the chain is applying slight pressure to her throat. I grasp one of her hips with either hand, brace myself and enter her in a single swift stroke. 

My cock: it's the same age as me, 55; its circumcised; it's hardly the longest in the world (just a hair under six inches, yes, someone insisted on measuring it several years ago); it's hardly the thickest in the world (in truth I've never measured its girth); it's probably not the hardest in the world; it's straight when erect - no curves; and once upon a time it shot ropes of cum, but no longer. There is good news though, it lasts as long as I want it to last.

The vibe in Karen's mouth clatters to the floor with my first thrust. Two more strokes and she is in full blown ecstasy, bucking wildly, her face red as a beet, perspiration dripping from her forehead. 

When Karen is really turned on, she likes her sex hard and I know she really is turned on now. We both like our sex with sound. 

"More master, more, please more," she pleads. "Take this you slut! Take my cock all the way up your wet, sopping, whore's cunt."

"Please master, use my cunt. Pound me. Force that giant cock inside me. Make me hurt. More master, please, more." 

"Grind yourself on me bitch. Impale yourself on my rod. Fuck yourself with my raging, monster man cock." Karen and I both know rationally that these words create a silly picture: A giant engorged cock fucking mercilessly a cunt so completely turned on that it is dripping its wetness. In Karen's and my lust filled moods though, this picture accomplishes our mutual and desired intent. Each of us is conveying to other our own pleasure, our acknowledgment of the other's pleasure and our want for more. 

I give Karen all I have. The swing is incredible. My hands find firm grips on either side of Karen and I jerk her toward me simultaneously with each of my thrusts into her. Each stroke buries my cock to its fullest, my pelvis smacking her clit, my balls her ass. Karen leans back as far as she can go and thrusts her cunt forward as far as it will go. Screaming her cum. Over an over. 

And then it's my turn. My balls banging against Karen's ass coupled with the contractions from her cum are meeting her demands. Her pelvic thrusts are accentuating my pleasure and are pushing me rapidly to conclusion. The sensations which began in my balls are spreading up my cock and becoming unbearably intense. I slow my thrust nominally to savor what Karen is giving me. 

Karen's smiling now. She knows where we are. She's leaning back and gracefully rocking her pelvis knowing full well that she's about to drain me. Then it hits, those last few seconds where the tension within my balls increases quickly to its bursting point. Those last few seconds during which my cock hardens and expands ever so slightly, but yet noticeably. Those last few sentences during which I uncontrollably utter only guttural sounds.

"Come on baby, give me your cum. Shoot it into my cunt. Blast me baby." She urges confidently. 

That did it. I burst. One shot followed by another. My throat's shouting its joy with indecipherable noise. With each shot, a quick thrust into the depths of Karen. She all the while, slowly rocking her pelvis and grinning at me, fully satisfied with her accomplishment. Gradually Karen slows and then stops. I follow her lead as we each come down from our highs. Remaining in her and no longer thrusting, I shut off her ass vibe and remove it. I remove her blindfold and untie her wrists. Tears of joy run from her eyes as she collapses, sobbing against my chest. I hold her and gently stroke her hair. 

"One more thing to do Karen." 

"Yes sir, I know. I love this part." "Reach down and push your lips together babe. I'll withdraw slowly." 

Karen does exactly that. I feel my cock gliding between her thumb and forefinger as I withdraw. I kneel before her, my mouth moving quickly to cover her cunt. "Push baby, give me our juice." 

All I hear is a soft grunt from Karen and I am treated to our cum sliding slowly into my mouth. Careful not to swallow, I lick Karen clean, gathering and savoring the rich, warm saltiness of every drop. Rising and moving to her mouth, I shared with Karen that kiss we each so enjoy. I give her our joint nectar, she tastes and gives it back. We kiss slowly, without the need for intensity, for almost eternity, our tongues touching and trading our treasure, until none remains.

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Can we see what's behind that big hill out back now?" 

"Sure, but not wearing that getup." 

Karen smiles. She's still wearing the lace bustier, garters and white stockings she'd found on my bed earlier. "Of course silly. Help me get out of these things, please."

We wander to the bedroom where Karen turns away from me. Bending, I unhook the garters from both her bustier and her stockings. I untie the lacings in the back of her bustier and begin pulling it apart, allowing her to escape. Karen's throwing arms in the air, "Over my head please." She wiggles as I pull the bustier upwards, releasing her from its grasp. Tossing it aside, I reach around Karen finding two full, soft breasts begging to be caressed. With one hand on each I begin squeezing and massaging. She coos her approval as she arches herself and backs into my groin. My fingers spread, I softly rake her breasts with my nails and for my efforts receive an enticing wiggle against my expanding cock. My fingers find two nipples, one bare and the other penetrated by a one inch gold ring. I pull on each. Karen reacts immediately, whispering my name, pressing harder against me, swaying her ass against my cock, trying to rub every inch of her skin against mine. One arm reaches over her shoulder, finds my face and pulls me to her neck; my lips tasting hot, salty skin and being rewarded with more sounds from Karen. 

"You, my beautiful slut, are a sy-reen." 

"Yes, you've told me about sy-reen's before and I love it." "Put your clothes on. Let's go exploring." 

"Ok, Ok. Here, please help me with these stockings first." Karen sounds disappointed, but breaks away from me, sitting on the edge of the bed and extending a foot to me. Kneeling between her legs, I carefully slip my fingers beneath the silk at the top of one stocking and begin rolling it downward. Suddenly, Karen's other leg wraps itself around my neck and pulls my head into her crotch. "Lick me please Jake. You're so good at it," she pleads. What's a guy to do? Fingers seeking two lips, spreading and opening. Tongue reaching, wiping a wide swath from anus to clit and returning. Upward with the top, rough side and downward with the bottom, smooth side. She moans in two directions. 

Hands on the back of my head. Pressure upward. "My clit baby, my clit." She tells me its tiny, but I know right where to find it. Tongue seeking, sensing her little knob, contact, licking lightly, slowly at first and then rapidly. Lips applying suction. Teeth scraping and nibbling. Her bucking against my face. 

She presses my head downward. "Fuck my cunt with your tongue baby." Tongue plunging in, straining at its root, further, deeper. Returning and plunging again. Repeating, over, again. "More," she cries. She pulls me tighter to her. Nose pressing against clit. Can't breathe. "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Her humping my face. 

She presses my head further down. Air, but where am I going. I know. Rolling her legs upward, one forearm on the bottom of each thigh, pressing her legs high over her shoulders, exposing that place where many fear to go. More tongue, wetting first, then probing. Entry. One inch. In and out. In and out. She humping my tongue into her ass, demanding more, pulling my head into her. 

Its time to confront Karen and exert my control over her seduction. I reach down and slap Karen's ass, not hard to the point of hurting her, but with enough force that I create a loud smacking sound. "You want it slut? You want something in your ass? You want something big and hard? You want something powerful?" Startled, Karen's eyes open wide and with a look of seriousness instantly spreading across her face, she responds in the voice a raw recruit would use with her drill sergeant, "Yes sir, yes. I want it so bad sir." 

Quickly removing my face from her ass and standing over her, I slap Karen's ass again and demand of her, "What do you want slut?" In the same loud, direct voice Karen answers quickly, "I want your cock sir." Leaning forward over her body now, closing the distance between our faces, and administering another smack on her ass and another demand of Karen, "Where do you want me you trashy young whore?" Slightly louder from Karen, "I want you there sir, in my bum sir." 

Leaning further until my face intimidatingly looms over hers and delivering one last smack on her ass, I challenge her, "I'm too big for you down there you cunt. You can't take me there." Defiant now, Karen shouts, "No sir, I can take it. Push yourself into my ass. I can take it. Fuck me hard right now sir." 

"Don't move." 

I leave for a moment and return with a small tube. Squeezing a bit of lotion, I rub it both around and into her anus. I squeeze a dollop directly onto her anus and push it in with my finger, penetrating until I can go no further. Another dollop and two fingers this time, all the way, not being gentle. I begin pumping her with two fingers. She tenses, but quickly relaxes and I hear her small moans of approval. I add a third finger. Pumping slowly, she accepts my width. 




My Siren



Going carefully now, no more drill sergeant, "Ok babe. Slide your ass to the edge of the bed. I'm going to pick up your legs and hold them over my shoulders. Your ass will be off the bed, but that's what I want. I'm going to push my cock against your hole, but you're going to have to push it in." "Yes sir," the attitude gone.

My cock touches her. She pushes. The head slides in. I pull it out. She pushes again and I slide in. I pull out. Again and again. In and out. In and out. I can tell from the relaxing features of Karen's face that she is enjoying the sensations of the head of my cock slowly sliding into and then withdrawing from her ass. We continue toying with each other.

Not withdrawing this time. "Push more babe. Push more." She does and I'm in an inch before pulling out. She pushes again and I'm in two inches. Withdrawing again. She pushes a third time and I slide all the way in. I'm buried. She's hot, tight and eager. I withdraw to the head and Karen pushes again. We play this game for few minutes. I'm standing before her, her legs over my shoulders, her ass off the bed, her body resting on her shoulders, neck and head. She pushes herself onto my cock and I slowly withdraw almost all the way. Its not fast, we're both simply enjoy the sensations. 

I slowly increase the pace. As Karen slides her ass forward to impale my cock, I slowly thrust to meet her. Withdrawing, we repeat the motion over and over, not hurried, each of us still content to enjoy our own sensations as well as the other's pleasure. Karen's beginning to make noises, her head's slowly rolling side to side. She's trying to thrust harder. I'm holding her thighs tighter, thwarting her thrusts. I'm taking over her motion. Before long, it's me, not her. I'm fucking her ass now. She continues attempting to escalate our ass fucking. I continue thrusting at medium speed, refusing her control. I reach forward and find her nipples, grabbing, pulling. She's moaning louder, beginning to buck against me despite my efforts to restrain her, her arms flailing against the bed. I pick up tempo, fucking harder, stroking my entire length into her ass in one quick thrust, my balls cracking against her ass, my fingers stretching her nipples. Karen's demanding more. She's crying. Tears flowing from her eyes, shouting, "More, More, More, More." My balls' contracting, my cock's expanding, sensations flooding my body, my mind. I center my focus on Karen and I see only hot sensations of extreme lust. One more twist of her nipples, one more hard full thrust. Her ass contracts, squeezes my cock. She's cumming hard. Her throat singing the sweet song of a sy-reen. 

My turn now, pulsating. Hot cum shooting. Both of us wailing aloud, bucking uncontrollably. 

Karen is still. I'm done, drained, without energy, holding tightly and supporting myself against both of her legs. My legs weak. Shaking. Breathing slowing, easy, control. Holding tight and just standing there, supporting myself against her. Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, two. Both of us calming.

"I'm going to pull out babe. Tighten your buttocks. I'll be right back." 

Silence from her as I withdraw and move away. I return carrying three towels: one hot, wet and soapy, one simply hot and wet and one dry. I touch the soapy towel to her, wiping around her anus. "Release your buttocks and push babe." She does, our cum rolls out. I catch it, fold the cloth and wipe her again. Wet, Soapy, Cleansing. Another cloth. Piping hot, very wet. Touching her, cleaning the soap from her body, allowing her to soak in the warmth. Dry towel now. Stroking, coarse against a smooth ass, a sensitive cunt and an exposed clit.

Tongue now. Gentle. Circling. Wide swath. Sliding up. Cunt. Probing. Clit. Sucking. Licking. Biting. She's beginning to shake. I'm concentrating on her clit, twisting sensitive nipples. Sounds from Karen, movement from her body. She's approaching again. Sight behind her closed eyes: clusters of colors; streaks out of nowhere; botches of purple, orange, red, yellow; explosions in white. New senses: crescendos of music, crashing cymbals. A symphony of light and sound. Closer, closer, closer. 

I know she's on the brink and allow my teeth to scrape across her clit. The new sensation, coupled with the sense of danger created by sharp tooth against tender nerves induces the welcome relief of Karen's second cum. I continue pushing my tongue into a sensitive cunt, savoring the sensation of her contractions. 

Looking up, I note a tear of exhaustion from Karen. She sleeps.