0 comments/ 30133 views/ 1 favorites The Energy By: Susans Friend She knew she could stop it if she wanted to—but did she? So much had surprised Susan already tonight. That the three of them were together at all on this delightfully warm summer night, for one. Her husband Martin and their friend Beth, here for the weekend, no kids. Theirs at camp, hers with her ex. Susan hadn't even imagined that it could happen, and she was amazed at how much it changed the dynamic between them. She'd come to dread Beth's visits. They were always so stressful, so rushed, but this was different. It reminded her what a close friend Beth really was, how much they'd shared. It brought back some of the old sense of connection, of energy. One of their oldest friends, now—it had surprised her to realize that, but Beth really was, even though they always thought of her as young. She'd started as their sitter, but the connection had just never ended, and they'd been through tough times for all of them. Now Beth lived out-of-state, and the connection could seem forced, but here it was again. That had taken Susan by surprise too. And then there was the energy. Beth had always given it off, sometimes subtly, sometimes almost crudely, maybe even desperately. An energy that you couldn't help but recognize as erotic once you knew her. Sometimes Susan been able to enjoy it, but more often she'd shielded herself from it, explaining it away, a little mad at Martin for reveling in it all too delightedly when Beth shared bits of her seemingly constant erotic exploits with them. Tonight was different, though. Maybe it was just the wine—as the night went on they were nearing the end of yet another bottle—or maybe it was the jolt of reconnecting. But Susan could feel it as she hadn't in a very long time, even though nothing had really been said. And she knew something could happen. She knew too that she could stop it if she wanted to—but did she? Of course she did, or at least part of her did: the thoughtful, carefully controlled Susan they all knew so well, depended on, and loved. But she was feeling another part of herself tonight, with a power that was more than a little scary. It was a side that was just as deeply rooted in her, maybe even more deeply, but that very few people had ever seen, because it was so inseparably bound to the erotic for her. Martin had seen it, she knew, and he loved that in her too. They'd never talked about it in so many words, but she sensed him gently helping her explore it, and she knew she responded with a powerful intensity when they touched that side—the side that wanted nothing more than to give up the control that so much of her life demanded. She knew that he'd felt her response at the thought, even the fantasy, of not being in control, even—no, especially—when it meant giving all of herself over, being opened, exposed and vulnerable. And in the erotic energy she could feel streaming from Beth tonight, that side of her was there with an intensity she couldn't ever remember feeling outside of their bed. So she wondered —if something did begin, would she stop it after all? "Hello! Hello! Earth to Susan!" Martin and Beth were both laughing gently at her, and she could feel herself coloring in embarrassment. She'd been so lost in that train of thought that she'd completely vacated their conversation. "C'mon, Susan, 'fess up! Where were you off to in there?" Beth teased, tapping Susan's temple, "one minute you were listening to why Tom and I finally broke up, looking as though you might drop off at any second, and then suddenly you were a million miles away. For the last five minutes, you've been in another world!" Susan stammered, pale skin blushing even deeper—"um, I - I dunno - I - I guess I was just thinking about stuff that had to be done. . . ." Even Susan could tell how lame this sounded, so she tried to continue: "you know, like tomorrow I . . ." "Oh, stop it!" interrupted Beth, playing at impatience, "you know as well as I do that a blush that deep doesn't come from getting caught thinking about the groceries! C'mon, girl, let us in on what has you so hot and bothered—do you really want to leave it up to my very active imagination?" Beth raised an eyebrow and caught Susan in the sort of glance that she could pull off so well: playful but unmistakably suggestive. "Beth!" Now it was Susan's turn to try playful indignation. "Some people are capable of thinking about something besides sex, you know!" She could still stop this, after all. "And besides, how I behave in private with Martin is really my business, isn't it?" In the pregnant silence that followed, Susan realized how thoroughly she'd just undone her efforts at putting a stop to this development—why had she suddenly blurted that out? As she looked around her, she saw something new mixing with the surprise on Beth's face, something that registered awareness of new possibilities; and as for Martin, she realized that he was regarding her with an intensity that she really hadn't seen except in private. And then he looked at Beth, as though asking her to respond. Instead, though, Beth turned to him. "Well, I guess that settles that, doesn't it? That should make you happy, Martin: Susan here is so carried away by what you do to her that she can't keep her mind off of it! You guys. . ." She smiled and shook her head. "It's not like that, Beth," Susan started in, trying to extricate herself and regain control, "I - I don't even know why I said that. . . it's just that something tonight . . . oh, I don't know. . . ." She looked to Martin, hoping he'd say something, but he just kept looking—that look, the one that so quietly but insistently asked her to open. Could she still stop it? Did she even want to any more? Martin finally spoke, quietly: "I think you do know, Susan, and I think you should tell us." As if a switch were thrown, the dynamic of the room shifted. Susan was even more intensely aware of being the object of Martin's and Beth's gaze. If this was still play, it was a new, serious kind. Susan felt a suddenly heightened awareness of her sensations—the humidity that enveloped them, the touch of her dampened curls against her neck, each place that her sundress contacted her body—especially over her breasts, which had chosen this month to exaggerate their usual monthly rhythm and develop what seemed an inordinate sensitivity. The silence grew. Martin and Beth waited, watched. Susan finally felt compelled to respond, to say something. She began very quietly. "It's - it's not that I was thinking about doing something. It's an energy. I just, um, feel it—it opens me, somehow. And that's why I said that about Martin and me." Susan could hardly believe she was saying this—and in front of Beth! Something was definitely shifting in her, something that was pushing her to continue. "And somehow that energy is really strong tonight. . . ." She trailed off, feeling incredibly exposed. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, despite the warmth. "I know the energy you mean, Susan," Martin broke in, "but I think you owe it to Beth not to exclude her—and you owe it to yourself to do this. You really don't want to close off from it like that, do you?" He reached out and gently lowered her arms. "Tell Beth, tell us both, what kind of energy this is, how it makes you feel." A pause. "You know you want this, Susan." Susan could hardly believe what possibilities her husband was leading her towards. But she was even more amazed to realize that he might be right—could it be that she did want this, even though she didn't really know what it was yet? "Oh, I think I know what kind of energy this is," Beth burst in, never removing her eyes from Susan, "if her voice isn't telling us, the rest of her is, loud and clear—I don't think it's cool enough in here to account for those!" She directed her glance to Susan's chest. Suddenly, Susan remembered how she'd reveled in the freedom of not wearing a bra on this glorious, childless, and responsibility-free summer day. As a result, the erotic charge of the moment had become very apparent indeed—and Beth's drawing attention to her aroused nipples seemed only to make them grow more obvious through her dress. Her arms began to raise instinctively, but Martin's hands reminded her to remain open. "It's erotic energy you're feeling, isn't it Susan? An energy that you need to open yourself to. And it's being with Beth that has made that energy so strong, isn't it?" Susan looked down, unable to meet their eyes—but she gave an almost imperceptible nod. "I think there's something else Susan needs to tell you, Beth," Martin continued. "When she says she feels opened, she really means it—don't you, Susan?" Susan was still reeling, as Martin moved steadily toward revealing what she had thought was the most private of all the secrets they shared. But she knew, too, how bizarrely right it felt that this should be happening, with Beth, tonight. She nodded again. "Go on, Susan, tell her, really tell her." She began in a very small voice, almost imperceptible. "I - um - oh God - um, sometimes I like to - to feel, well, exposed, made to open. Like I, um, have to do stuff." Beth broke in: "So you mean that you get off when Martin makes you show yourself to him, makes you do what he tells you sexually? Look at me, Susan, and answer." Susan looked up, nodded, and looked away quickly. "And you're feeling that same energy from me?" Susan, a little shakily: "Y-yes." "Open your dress, Susan. Show us your breasts. Now." Beth's directive was gentle, but Susan knew it marked the point of no return. If she went further, from this moment she could not, would not stop it. Her hands reached for the top of her dress. Silently, eyes averted, she began to open the small buttons that ran the length of it. The front of her dress gradually gaped opened, the thin shoulder straps fell aside. She sat, the top of her dress fallen around her waist. Susan had always been pretty casual about nudity, but she found this utterly different, utterly eroticized. The realization penetrated her: she had stripped herself at the command of another woman, her friend, while her husband looked on. She had never been so fully aware of her breasts as sexual organs, of her almost painfully erect nipples as blatant signs of her arousal—signs now on display in a situation no longer under her control. Beth continued. "Hold them out to us, Susan." Susan's breasts were firm, even in middle age, so it took only a small motion of her arms for Susan to comply, cupping them, feeling their weight and raising them toward Martin and Beth, who sat, still fully clothed, before her. As she did, though, she felt the gesture as hugely significant: she was openly displaying her sexual being, making an offering of herself in a way she'd never imagined—or perhaps she had. . . . But now, her will, her choice, seemed to have nothing to do with it. It was not Beth but Martin who first moved to explore the consequences of Susan's offering of herself. "Caress those lovely breasts, Susan—squeeze your nipples and let Beth see them even more swollen. Squeeze them—harder." Susan obeyed, feeling an arousal that heightened almost to the point of pain, given this month's special sensitivity and the already distended condition of her nipples. Involuntarily, she moaned. Beth looked on, as intensely as ever, but beginning to squirm pleasurably herself. "Just wait, Beth, Susan has much more to show you." "Unbutton your dress the rest of the way, Susan, and come to me," Martin continued, standing up. It was clear to Susan, now, that Martin would not hesitate to open her fully to Beth, and humiliation and anticipation struggled within her. Her hands, meanwhile, obeyed, and her dress fell to the floor, revealing a lacy black thong that stood out sharply against her pale white skin but did little to conceal her orange-red pubic patch. (She had thought to surprise Martin with the thong, one she hadn't yet shown him, later that night.) When Beth whistled, they all laughed, and although the tension remained, it was pleasantly regrounded in awareness of their closeness. Martin led Susan by the hands and placed her on her knees, legs spread, on the Turkish carpet of their living room floor, facing away from him. He placed a pillow on the floor before her and directed her to bend over, placing her head on it. As she did, Susan's breasts hung to the floor; she exhaled sharply as her nipples rubbed across the rough-soft wool. There was a pause, while Martin and Beth stood admiring the highly erotic display before them: Susan prostrate, her face in the pillow concealed by her long red hair, her full rear cheeks elevated and tightened, completely revealed but enticingly framed by the narrow silken bands of the black thong. In the center, the diaphanous fabric stretched tautly over swollen labial lips that were moist enough that the fabric was close to transparent. "Pull down your thong, Susan." At Martin's words, Susan reached her hands back. Because her legs were spread, she could only lower it partly down her thighs, and there it remained, encircling them, while above it, her sodden cleft and the tight hole above it were fully revealed to the warm night air and to Martin's and Beth's eyes. Beth sighed. "You are simply stunningly beautiful my dear. I'm going to want you exposed all the time! Martin, I simply have to see you using her like that." "I thought you'd never ask!" he shot back. "But please—enjoy her a bit yourself first." Face buried in the pillow, Susan could no longer see what was going on behind her, but she suspected that Martin was stripping. And then she felt it—Beth's hand, first caressing her rounded ass and then just a finger, slowly moving down her crack. As it rimmed her rear hole, she knew she would not last long before she would come. Although it played at pressing inward, though, it moved on, and Susan soon felt one, two, three of Beth's fingers, moistened by her arousal, entering a slit that she knew had now swollen into another blatant display. She pushed back, wanting, unable to pretend otherwise. But Beth withdrew. "O God, Martin, now I know why you must love using her from behind. Take that lovely cunt for me now, please!" As she said this, she drew Susan's arms behind her back, clasping them gently but firmly at the wrists. For Susan, the feeling was almost indescribable. She'd always felt this as the position in which she was most vulnerable, most helplessly exposed, and knowing that Beth was not only watching but enforcing so graphic a display of submission on her body raised the sensation to a new height, as Martin effortlessly inserted his erection into her from behind. The tensions that had built inside her exploded, and she came violently after only a few hard strokes. She collapsed to the floor, her white skin mottled red. Martin withdrew, still fiercely erect. "There," he said, "look at our lovely Susan—no more secrets now." To Martin's—and Susan's—surprise, Beth disagreed. "But that's just not true, Martin—you've only scratched the surface. You men are all out there"—she smiled at his hardness—"But I know Susan has so much more within, and we're going to reveal that, too." And with that, she removed the pillow from beneath Susan's prostrate form, placed it at her hip, and rolled her friend over. Susan was surprised to see that now Beth, too, had stripped, revealing her skin, a lovely golden caramel tone, and breasts smaller than Susan's, with large, dark aureoles. Beth, she noticed, was completely shaven. By the time Beth finished rearranging her friend, Susan was on her back, the pillow raising her mound in a pose that might have seemed obscene if Susan's face hadn't compensated with the genuine radiance it was projecting (albeit mingled with more than a little uncertainty). "Even Susan doesn't really understand—yet. She thinks that she's through: she's had her orgasm, and a very nice one indeed"—she smiled at the embarrassment Susan still managed to display at this—"and she thinks that energy is released. But this is just the beginning." She looked intently into Susan's eyes once again. "Susan, I'm going to push you harder now. Just listen and obey. Believe me, it'll be worth your while." And with that, she positioned Susan's legs far apart, opening her completely once again. She brought Susan's hand to her mound and began to move it in a gentle self-caress. Susan flinched, her clitoris still hyper-sensitized. "There, my lovely friend, push past the tenderness—gently—but you will do this for me." Now she included Martin again. "As I said, Susan can open further—her inside, her mind, can be as utterly naked, as exposed as her body is now—with our help." Susan's frame shuddered slightly at this, though she was uncertain whether it was with lingering fear or renewed arousal. She wasn't sure the two could be separated in any case. "Susan," Beth continued, "as you touch yourself, keep your eyes open; keep your eyes on mine. You're going to show us not just your body, not just your eyes, but what's behind them. First, Susan, tell us—what are you doing?" "But Beth—you can see me! I - I can't say that!" "Susan—you will obey. Now—tell us." "I - I'm t-touching myself, I guess." "Yes, Susan, you are. And why?" Susan's voice was still hesitant, but she responded more quickly now, and Martin and Beth saw that her hand was beginning to move more vigorously. "Because - because y-you told me to, Beth." Her wide, pale eyes now locked on Beth's dark pupils. Unbidden, she felt tears welling up. "Yes Susan, I am. Now you're beginning to feel it more deeply. And you can do better than that. Really tell us what you're doing, what we're doing to you." Susan felt as though her mind were overflowing with her eyes. She let herself say it: "I'm playing with myself—with my - my cunt. In front of you, and Martin. I'm lying naked on the floor in front of you, on display, playing with myself. Because you told me to. Because I have to do whatever you tell me. Because—o god—because you guys love me so much! Because I love you." She fell silent, tears streaming from her eyes. Beth's small golden hands gently cupped Beth's face, brushing the tears. "That's it, Susan, now you're really opening. Just a little further now. Don't just tell us what you're doing—tell us what you imagine—what you'll do for us, what we'll do to you. While you look at me, give us your mind, the images that you see while you rub your cunt for us." Susan's breath was growing ragged now, and her eyes left Beth's momentarily. Beth's followed them. "Ah, you see my breasts, don't you, Susan? Suck them for me—you want that, don't you?" Wordlessly, Susan opened her mouth and reached out her tongue. Beth lowered her small, firm breast to Susan, who suckled her younger friend, finding a deep pleasure of a kind she had never experienced before. "That's lovely, Susan—but now you need to tell us what you're seeing. Your mind needs to be as open to us as your lovely cunt has become—let the energy merge them—your mind, your cunt, you, us." Susan could never quite grasp what happened during the next few minutes. She continued to gaze at Beth's eyes, to follow her direction. And she began, perhaps, to speak. Or was she acting? Or being acted upon? I - I'm touching Martin with my other hand - he's . . . very . . . hard. Beth is lowering herself over my face . . . just . . . above it. My tongue . . . reaching . . . reaching out . . . I - I want . . . I . . . o please . . . let me lick . . . bend over me . . . use . . . use my . . . my face. . . As these images flowed, Susan felt that layers of herself were being peeled back, bringing forth ever deeper ones. Her self-exposure, her responsiveness, were becoming total. And in utterly abandoning control of herself and her sexuality, giving herself over completely, she re-encountered the energy. But now she knew it was not simply emanating from Beth. It was something much larger, more encompassing. It embraced them all—her special sensitivity this month, the chain of coincidences that had brought them all together, Martin's unusual boldness in front of Beth. . . . It enfolded them all, lifted them, and Susan found herself at its very center. It was as though, in opening herself, emptying herself, she became the will, the energy that was using her. The Energy of the Goddess Dien The air outside Aeiden's tent was cool and humid, filled with the sound of the heaven's passion. The world around him quaked and lit with a silvery-white fire waiting to be doused with a release. Rain was coming finally to a dry forgotten earth. Aeiden crawled outside his tent to breathe in the air and feel thirsty ground below him. In the distance, he heard singing so sweet, like a velvet flame burning his needy soul. The wind blew harshly and he nearly lost his footing when he saw something dancing through the trees. It was light glowing with the colour of lightning, with ghostly tendrils swirling around it. The singing became louder and the light drew nearer revealing itself to him. It was a woman. He couldn't call out for his voice seemed to have been carried away by the air that made her float to him. Horror had struck him but he could not flee, but the fear was soon replaced by longing when she reached to him. She was breath taking to him: Short, shoulder length black hair that wisped around her face, and her eyes were not eyes but glowing lights. She smiled to him and glided closer. He took a step back thinking he should run, but feeling a desire too strong to let strain. Her face glowed in front of him nearly lips to lips. She reached up and touched his face . The lights in her eyes dimmed revealing amber-brown coloured eyes with an indigo ring around them. Her hand became soft and fleshy. Her dress changed to emerald green and fell to the ground as she stepped back to show him her caramel smooth skin. Her breasts were more than anything he'd ever seen before: Large, round, and begging to be kneaded. He looked at her knowing, right there and right then he had to be complete if only for one night. She again stepped toward him and whispered in his ear, "Take me. Please." He failed to hesitate and kissed her soft, silky plump lips feeling as if his soul had come alive. Their tongues danced around each other like the leaves danced in the trees. He kissed her neck and heard her cry out just as lightning flashed in the sky. She threw her head back and as he moaned thunder shook the earth. He pressed a nipple between his lips, "AAaaeeidennn", she moaned in a ghostly two-toned voice. How she knew his name was the least of his concerns as his hard throbbing cock begged to be released from his denim confines. She reached down and grabbed it swinging her head back and staring at him with demand. He took off his shirt, but by the time it was just over his head she'd already wrapped her soft lips around him. Aeiden brushed his fingers through her hair lightly thrusting as she sucked hard and took him deep inside her throat. He cried out every time he felt her gag and tighten around his cock. It felt better than anything he had ever done and he never wanted it to end. She looked up at him with sparkling eyes and it filled his desire. Still sucking on him she lifted her hands to touch his stomach and he grabbed them holding on to her ever so sweetly. He cried out to her, "I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna cum ah-aahh". He wanted to call out her name. Such a creature must've had a beautiful one. She stopped sucking him and swiftly moved her hand stroking him and saying what he thought was, "Deee yen". When she said that, his heart sank and brought him over the edge. Thunder roared through the sky as he screamed her name, spilling into her throat and collapsing to the ground. What is she? I'm overtaken and I can't stop...I need her. He looked at her sitting on her knees. She had no smile and no emotion on her face, save the desire in her fiery eyes. He was flaccid but he could not stop. This moment couldn't end. He crawled over to her and picked her up to take her into his tent. She curled in his arms touching his chest and running her fingers through his hair. He laid her softly on his blanket and spread her wide. He marveled at her: A soft patch of a hair laid in a triangle just above her swollen clit. He was hard again. "Touch me" she whispered softly. He leaned over her, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her nails dug into his back when he kissed her neck and his fleshy stone-like cock brushed over her sopping wet pussy. Lightning burned up the sky making the tent seem like and illusion. She moaned and called his name which was almost enough to make him cum again. With one hand he massaged a breast and with his tongue he played with the other while his dick rubbed over her clit teasingly. Every stroke over her hot skin brought him closer to orgasm, but he wouldn't cum again until she did. He stopped and it got dark outside. The thunder continued to roll in the sky. He kissed her and made his way to her beautiful pussy. He kissed and licked her thighs nibbling at her and listening to her sigh. He flicked his tongue over her clit making her jump. His desire to taste her was greater than this desire to fuck her at that moment. He plunged his tongue into her pussy tasting the sweetest juices. She tasted of honey milk and smelled like passion. Lightning cracked in the sky continuously. He suckled her clit and entered her body with his fingers playing with her g-spot. He moaned along with her stroking his cock and letting go every time he'd get close to cumming Pre-cum dripped from him; free flowing. He watched her eyes brighten along with the sky, "I'm going to cum. Please-don't-st-AEEIIDEN!" Her back arched and her body shook violently. Mulitple lightning strikes happened around them as she cried out his name to the sky. She squirted all over him and he held her writhing body in his strong arms. He whispered in her ear, "Don't stop cumming for me Di yen". She latched on to him ever so tightly riding the waves of her first orgasm in his arms. Her body fell limp in his arms and he laid her back down softly. His hard cock brushed up against her wet bud as he kissed her lips. "I need you," they said in unison. He rubbed the tip of his dick around her clit and brushed it back and forth over her wet lips. "Wait." She paused and looked at him, knowing what he was thinking. She stood up and offered him her hand. He took it and she pulled him to the nearest tree. He picked her up, slammed her on the tree and kissed her. "Di yen, what are you doing to me?" His hard cock brushed against her. "Just let go. We need this." With one swift thrust he entered her. It was unimaginable how good it felt to be inside her. He pressed his hands flat on the tree and pumped slow, enjoying every single stroke inside of her. He laid his head on her shoulder whispering softly in her ear as she whispered back, "Take me. Harder and don't let go of me Aeiden." Lightning and thunder played in the sky. Louder and brighter was the sky; full to bursting. He turned her around and entered her all the way, one hand playing with her clit and the other around her neck while he breathed in her ear. "Fuck. You're so good. You're so good wrapped around my cock." He was close, but he didn't want to cum without her. He kept pumping harder and faster...every stroke was like pure gold. He couldn't take it all at once. Her desire, heat, and sweet voice crying his name in pure ecstasy was like nothing he'd ever felt. His cock strained and became the hardest he'd ever felt it. "You fuckin' like that? Ahh --ah take it. Take all of it. Fuck" "Don't stop Aeiden. I'm going to cum and I need you to follow me." He could feel her pussy tightening around him. "Fuck, this is amazing." The sky was ready to burst open. The lightning was so strong it lit up the night sky as if it was trying to be the sun. The thunder roared so violently it felt like an earthquake; one after the other, thunder then lightning ready to release. He thrust into her as fast as he could closing his eyes then quickly opening them, "Oh god, I'm-I'm going to cum. Cum with me now. Please, please...let me feel you on my cock...please! Ah fuuuuuck DI YEN DI YEN". She screamed his name grasping around his cock pulling him in further. He could feel all her muscles clench as she called his name. He held her tighter and realized that he couldn't stop cumming. Finally, the sky opened and released its passion unto the earth in a near-water fall consistency. Thunder and lightning kept rolling as if they couldn't get enough. "Di Yen I can't stop...I'm still cumming. What's happening?" "Let go. Don't stop." He sat back and she slid down taking him all the way inside. They wrapped their arms around each other and fucked in the rain. Tremors rode through his body like stormy waves on the sea. He leaned back and put a nipple in his mouth and hummed. He couldn't get enough. She pushed him down and bounced on his cock in long hard strokes. "Fuck. Don't stop. I'm breaking...it feels so amazing." "Aeiden, I'm going to cum again...all over your cock. Tell me you need this." He placed his hands on her hips and helped her rock back and forth. He reached up and put a breast in each hand and held on for dear life. "I need this!" Dien's eyes burst into light and she opened her mouth letting out a silvery white light along with his name. He cried out her name spilling inside of her again. He held her ever so closely as they shared pure ecstasy. Thunder and lightning made their last few appearances and the rain dissipated around them. "Aeiden..." He passed out. Dien stood and felt the ground again nourished. She turned back into her ethereal form. She glided to him, picked him up and put him in his tent. His eyes opened slightly. "Don't go please." "I must" He grabbed her hand and it turned fleshy again. She felt like she could afford to be human if only for a night. The gods would wait for her. She laid down, in his arms: her back to his front. "Will you return?" He whispered. "I will return in one form or another", she said as lightning cracked in the sky. "I'll take what I can get." He held her closer and thunder rumbled in sky. If only for a night both were complete. The Energy Image and reality blurred. Beth's eyes penetrating hers. Beth's hands, alternately gentle and insistent, caressing, opening, squeezing, penetrating. Martin pulsing and hard in her hands, on her breasts. Her own hand, still engaged with her own swollen wetness. Beth, astride her face. Martin, pushing into Beth from behind, Susan watching as her husband penetrated her friend just inches from her eyes. Susan, kneeling before Martin while Beth lay below her. Beth, using her hand—all of it—to fuck Susan's now-gaping cunt. Beth's other hand, alternately fingering herself and caressing Martin's tense, firm ass. And Susan, reaching out her tongue to lick Beth's juices from her husband's hard cock. Martin, holding off until he knew Susan was nearing release, then groaning, streaking her face, her hair, her breasts, while Susan felt the energy radiating in waves from her cunt, from her deepest center, the vortex of that swirling energy. As her orgasm broke, she felt herself floating on its ecstatic waves, losing awareness, drifting. . . . Martin and Beth kissing her gently, enfolding her in their arms. . . . "Hello! Hello! Earth to Susan!" Martin was kissing her gently, rousing her, and Beth was smiling down at her: "one minute you were listening to why Tom and I finally broke up, and the next minute you were out like a light. Some party animal!" Suddenly the whole frenzied scene had vanished—had it all just been a dream? She had put a stop to it after all, then! But somehow she knew that she hadn't, at least within—she felt a quiet energy and knew that this dream would be with her for a very long time.