0 comments/ 43194 views/ 1 favorites The Feeling By: Flea After sitting around the house for a few days I start to get a little restless, so I start trying to work you up and get you into the mood for some steamy sex. To start off I decide to start teasing you slowly, letting you catch a glimpse my throbbing cock from time to time as a stroke it slowly and tease the head of it while you walk past me. I talk to you softly when you pass by me, telling you the things that I would like to see you do to yourself, and what I would like to do to your body. I tell you how I would enjoy laying you down on the bed and caressing your body ever so slowly. Letting my fingers wander and explore your soft skin. Teasing your nipples lightly with my tongue while my fingers work their way up and down your body just barely touching your skin. Letting my fingers just tease the hair around your pussy from time to time, but not letting my fingers get close to your clit. You laugh at me and say you are not in the mood for any sex. “Typical response,“ I mumble while I go back to my photos online. Later on that night while we are sitting at our computers and I hear you clacking away on the keyboard posting a message in one of your chat rooms. I decide I am still in the mood for sex and want to feel your skin next to mine. So I start teasing you again, letting you know how much I have built up over the past few days by playing with myself while watching you walk around. I let you know that I have a nice load of cum that I need to release, and tell you of the pleasure I get shooting it deep into you instead of on a just on a photo. To that comment you just smile and say “maybe later…,“ while slanting your eyes at me. So I just keep teasing myself slowly with my hand while trying to get you in the mood some more. A little later you decide it is time to go take a bath, so I watch you lift your shirt up over your head exposing your lovely breasts and then sliding your pants and panties off slowly while wiggling your butt, then I squeeze my cock while you give your tits a hard squeeze before heading off to the bathroom. About 20 minutes later you come back into the bedroom and close the door behind you. Your body still glistens from the bath as you remove the towel you had wrapped around you, after you toss the towel onto the bed and climb onto it you look into the computer room you say to me “well do you want to get off or not?“ I smile and start to unbutton my pants, after I take off my shoes, while watching you lie down on the bed and move around slowly while looking at me. Shortly afterwards I am inching myself up on the bed beside you. Letting the tip of my hair touch your still wet skin slowly while I make my way into the bed next to you. My hand glides up your back slowly till I reach your neck then I drag my fingers back down to your shapely ass and give it a light pat. Moving around you slowly I start to rub and massage your back. I take some baby oil and dribbling it onto you a few drops at a time I start to rub it into your skin softly, to which you sigh and snuggle down into the bed with some pillows. Taking my hands I start to run them up and down the length of your back, making sure to cover every part of your lovely skin with baby oil. I pick the bottle back up and drop some more in my hands before I move down your body a bit more and start to caress your ass gently while giving each cheek a squeeze. I stop for just a second then you can feel some cool baby oil dribbling on your thighs and it is running down between your legs, but I catch it in time with my hands and start to caress your legs softly letting my hands run up inside your thighs then back down to the bottom of your legs. A few more drops and I take your feet into my hands. And start to run my fingers between your toes slowly squeezing the heel of your foot while I do so with the other hand. “Its time to roll over,” I tell you. You roll over and lay flat on your back as I lay down beside you on my side. Holding the bottle of baby oil above you I start to let it dribble out onto your skin, from just below your lovely breasts you can feel it sliding onto your skin slowly, as it spreads down your sides. I continue to let it run down till I am at your thighs again. Placing the bottle on the side I start to caress you slowly, letting my hands explore over your body. My hands just brush the bottom of your breasts while I make sure to rub the oil into your skin good. Then moving down your belly and making sure it is glistening from the oil before I continue. When I get down near your thighs, you can feel my fingers start to brush against the skin just above your pussy, to which you open your legs just a little bit letting my hand slip down to between your legs to discover you have shaved your hair around your now wet pussy. “Oh, smooth,“ I say as I gently part your pussy lips and slide a finger between them. Flicking your clit with my finger a few times while I lean over to kiss your nipple softly. You start to move with my touch more while I let my finger slip up and down your swollen clit, working slowly I move my finger down to your dripping hole and just teasing you with the tip of my finger before I move back up towards your clit. I start to press my finger against you more making sure to get you good and worked up. By this time you are moving your hips up and down in motion with my hand that is exploring your pussy and you start to bite your lower lip while I tease you with my fingers. With one hand you reach down and start to tease the tip of my swollen cock with your long fingernails while I continue to tease you with my hand and build you up. You take your fingernails and drag them up and down the shaft of my cock slowly with just enough pressure to make my cock twitch in your hand then pinching the throbbing head lightly while you feel me squeeze your clit between my fingers. You then slide your hand back down the shaft again and give my balls a hard squeeze while I slip a finger into your wet hole making sure to reach in as far as I can then I start to slide it in and out slowly while letting my thumb press against your clit. Your breathing starts to increase as I push my finger deeper into your wet pussy. “Are you ready to be fucked? “ I ask you. You look over at me while nibbling on your lip and moan, “Yes, fuck me…“ So I stand up after running my finger deep into your pussy a few times. Then I toss you the blindfold telling you to put it on so you won’t know what I am doing till it happens. You laugh a bit while slipping it on. I let you know that I am going to the bathroom real quick then will be right back in, so keep your self worked up while I am in there. I hear you moaning a little as I enter the room again and see you slipping a finger in and out of your wet pussy while with your other hand you are squeezing your nipples. “Please fuck me,“ You say as you squirm around on the bed while touching yourself when you hear the door close behind me. I make my way back over to the bed and get into place. Suddenly you feel the tip of my cock pressing against your lips. “Not till you suck me off for a while,“ I tell you as I press it against your mouth harder. You spread your lips open while the head of my cock slides into your mouth, pushing against your pierced tongue as I push it further into your waiting mouth. “Suck on it good,“ I tell you as I grab onto your bright red hair and push you onto my cock further. I pull you back off my cock and just rub it around on your lips. You run your tongue out of your mouth and start to tease the tip of my cock before you greedily take it back into your mouth, squeezing your lips tight around the shaft making sure that I feel you sucking on it. “Mmmm that’s good,“ I tell you as I squeeze my fingers tighter into your hair and push your head down onto it a bit more, “now suck it harder.“ With that you take my cock into your mouth deeper with each stroke and start to suck on it at a quicker pace. “Ohh yes,“ I moan as you are bobbing up and down on my cock, letting it slip out of your mouth on occasion with a popping sound from the pressure of you sucking on it and I guide it back to your lips that are hungrily waiting for my cock to return. Suddenly you feel another set of hands spreading your legs apart as someone climbs onto the bed between them. “Just enjoy it,” I tell you as you start to get up and take off the mask. I stop you from removing the mask and say, “enjoy the feeling.“ You lay back down as I press my cock against your lips again. Slowly you take it into your mouth and suck on it. Unsure of what or who is between your legs, but as soon as you feel a warm tongue press against your clit and start to kiss it gently while a finger explores your wet hole you forget about who it might be and just focus on the pleasure you are feeling. You start to press your hips up into their face, as a moan escapes your mouth from around my cock. “Oh you are enjoying this aren’t you,“ I ask as I pop my cock out of your mouth then press it against your lips again. “Yesss,“ you moan as you stretch your tongue back out and lustfully lick the tip of my throbbing cock. At that same time you feel the person take your clit into their lips and start to suck on it like you are doing on my throbbing cock. “Mmmm,“ you moan as your hips buck against their motion more, a finger slips into your hole and starts to slide in and out of you as you press your now throbbing pussy against their hand and face. “You are such a slut,” I tell you as I pull my cock from your mouth again and keep it just out of your reach to watch you beg for it again before pushing it back into your mouth. “Yes, I am a slut,“ you moan out loud. “I am a dirty little slut for you to use and abuse!“ When you say that you feel the person slip a second finger into you and start to slide them and out of you now aching pussy quicker while they continue to suck on your clit, taking it between their lips and squeezing it then sucking it into their mouth, and tease it with their tongue. Your motion has picked up now as you moan out loud. I can tell you are close to cumming so I just lay my cock on your lips. You pop it in and out of your mouth and lick on it as you cum. “Ohh, I am cumming,” You say. “Your little slut is cumming!“ “Good,“ I moan out as you nibble on the tip of my cock while your body throbs from the pleasure someone else just gave you. The person between your legs gives your clit another kiss as you push them away. Then I stand up pulling my cock from your mouth. You start to take the blindfold off, but I tell you to leave it on. After a few seconds you feel me start to caress the inside of your thighs. “Not yet,“ you moan as I slide a finger near your clit. But I don’t listen, not touching your clit I slip it into your wet hole and start to work it in and out slowly. You start to get back into the motion as you feel the head of the strangers cock pressing against your lips. “Ohh, you are hard,” you moan with a slight grin on your face as you start to lick up and down the shaft of his dick. “Suck him off,“ I tell you. “Suck him off like a good little slut! Let him know you enjoyed the pleasure he gave you,” I demand as I slip my finger deep into you. You moan lightly as you open your mouth and start to suck on the tip of his dick. Taking it just into your mouth and then letting it pop back out, then placing it back onto your lips again. With your hand you grab a hold of his balls and start to caress them while you take more of his dick into your mouth. Licking up and down the shaft of his hard throbbing dick and squeezing your lips tight around it before coming back up just to tease him with your tongue. While I watch you sucking on the stranger’s cock I slip a second finger into your hole and work them in and out slowly. Letting my thumb hit your clit on occasion just to watch your body quiver at the touch. You get into a motion working your lips up and down his cock as you caress his balls. While you are licking your way back up your hand moves to the back of his ass so you can give him a squeeze while you take him back into your mouth, then you suddenly feel your nose brush against his belly. “Oh, what a good little slut you are. “ I say “you have all of his dick in your mouth.“ I press my thumb against your clit harder while working my fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. Slowing down just enough to dribble some cold lube onto them before slipping them back into you. You slide his cock back out of your mouth and take a breath while running your lips up and down the sides of his shaft before you take it back into your mouth and start sucking on him again, this time at a quicker pace. “Make him cum you slut!“ I tell you while I continue to work my fingers in and out of you. With that you pick up your pace. Squeezing his ass with one hand while wrapping a few fingers around the base of his shaft with your other hand. You begin to work his cock in and out of your mouth quickly. It doesn’t take long, after a bit you feel him tense up. As you pop his cock out of your mouth you feel his hot cum splash against your neck and tits. “Oh good,“ I tell you “feel his hot cum hit your body.“ I slip my fingers out of your pussy to pick up a towel and wipe his cum off. “Are you ready to be fucked now? “ I ask you. “Yes!“ you, pant out “Fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am!“ You demand. With those words I turn you onto your belly and you feel the stranger grab your hips and lift them upwards. With one quick thrust he slips his hard cock deep into your wet pussy. “Ohh!” you moan out “yes fuck me hard!“ You scream. You can feel his balls slapping against your skin as he works his cock in and out of you fast and hard. Your body shaking with each thrust of his cock, after a few more thrusts you start to feel yourself cumming. “Oh yes!“ you scream out “I am cumming! Your slut is cumming!“ “You dirty little slut!“ I say while squeezing one of your tits “you are enjoying this guy fuck the shit out of your pussy.“ “Yes!“ you moan while still shaking “I am your slut.“ With that he pulls his cock out of you and I climb behind you. Slipping my throbbing cock into you. I start to work it in and out hard and fast, making my body slam against yours. Making sure that my dick goes as deep as it can into you with each stroke. Your moans have changed into small grunts as you push your body against me to meet my thrusts. “Yes take it like the slut you are,“ I say out while pulling your hips up hard against me “make me cum deep inside you.“ “Cum in me!“ you say between breaths “let me feel your cum deep inside me.“ I grab your shoulder and press my cock deep in you. And work it in and out at a quick pace. “I am fixing to cum in you, you slut!” I tell you as you feel my body start to jerk. Suddenly you feel your pussy being filled with my hot cum, at the same time you feel some more cum splatter on your back. The stranger was jerking off next to you while watching us fuck. After I have shot all of my cum deep into you I slip my cock out as your collapse onto the bed breathing hard and still moaning. I toss a pair of your panties onto your back and he wipes his cum off of you. You lay there for a bit more recovering while I start to clean up, after a few minutes you start to get up slowly saying how sore you are. I laugh a little and ask you if you enjoyed it though. To which you replied with a “hell yes! “ When you removed the mask you did not see the other guy. “Where did he go?" you asked. “Oh, he had to leave once he was done,“ I said while walking to the bathroom with you. “He just wanted a piece and thought you looked hot in the photos. So I invited him over. Hoping that you would be in a mood to fuck and he took your cum covered panties as a souvenir,“ You laughed a bit while cleaning yourself up. “And what if I wasn’t?“ you say to me. “Well then it might have been a bit rougher,” I laugh as I head back to the bedroom. The Feeling The Feel As he sat is his small bedroom within his shared apartment a mile from the university commons his mind brooked no circumstance against the blight of his study. Neck deep in the triangulations of calculated arithmetic and geometric designs he did not notice the entry of his roommate, and most of the time best friend and oddly named, Pieces. The young man was barely holding his feet as he nimbly hopped back and forth on his feet like he had to go to the bathroom. "Glen." What was that, Glen thought. Was that my name? "Glen." It came more urgently this time. Glen felt that something was probably trying to interrupt his self-induced study time and force a reentry of his brain into the modicum of true time and space so he looked up. Pieces was there and he inwardly groaned. The young man of twenty-two years was jumping like a little girl in the doll aisle and waving his arms in a 'come hither' gesture with his face ablaze in smile. Glen shook his head, dropped his pen and gave Pieces his full attention. That was all you could give the young man as his annoyance level would grow with every moment you weren't involved in whatever he was trying to tell you. "What's up?," Glen asked, a little indignantly. "Dude, I need you - now," came the reply. Pieces' eyes were afire and his mouth was almost agape in the burning smile. That smile, though, gave one the feeling that whatever it was someone was probably going to be arrested or thrown burning into a pool four stories below his present level, even if he was only two stories high. "Why? I'm busy trying to get this done." Pieces never seemed to have to study, Glen thought. Why is that? Or is it because his family's filthy rich and pays for his grades? Either way it wasn't fair. "I've got to have this done by tomorrow or I'm toast." Pieces had no sympathy. "Your special powers are really needed right now, man. I've got eight girls in the living room that want to feel it." "I already told you," Glen started, "that I'm not doing that for you anymore. Don't you remember what happened with the dean's daughter, you dick? Everything would've been fine but you can't keep your mouth shut and I almost got my ass kicked by the entire football team defending you!" Pieces looked at Glen incredulously. "What? It wasn't the entire football team. Only the offensive line and you can't count that because I had to prove the bet." Glen was looking at his friend's face as Pieces said this and all he could see was an honest, if misplaced, innocence as if Pieces truly believed that his duplicity in the act was good for the stature of honor and good will's pride was still shielded. What a jerk. Why did his supposed friend do this to him? Whatever. Glen looked at Pieces with all the seriousness he could muster, his eyes alight in a semi-serious fury and said, "Understand that this is the last time." Glen's left hand made swiping gesture as if he were cutting off someone's head or giving the signal to. "THE VERY LAST TIME! Do you get me?" His right hand index finger was pointing at Pieces and his face was not losing its tenor with the serious stare. Pieces fell back a step, almost aghast and certainly offended with a feign, his hands were waving in front of him in supplication and his head nodding in agreement. Though, with reality playing in spades and the truth marveling at an eerie oddness they both knew it wouldn't be the last time. "Come on," Pieces said with a smirk. Glen slowly got up from behind his desk and walked out into the living room with his roommate. Around the room lay a U-shape of sofa, two easy chairs and a smallish Not-A-Love Seat (what male roommates, beyond the wonder of a gay couple, is going to have a love seat?) and a coffee table. Breaking the U opposite the sofa and over the table was a sixty inch wide screen with all of the wonder of surround sound, every game console currently used by humanity and a small but heavy duty refrigerator filled with the essentials gaming drink. While the boys called the area the "U" everyone else argued it was a rectangle. Seated around the room were the eight young women that Pieces said were there. Girls of several ethnic flavors, eight different shades of hair through the blond, brunette, redhead and black color schemes. They were all beautiful and they were all blindfolded. The levels of dress ranged from low-cut tanks and even lower cut shorts to micro-skirts and tees that were near see-through. The blind folds were all black and all the ladies sat calmly with their hands folded in their laps. Glen scoffed at the ability his friend had for bringing the most beautiful young ladies of the college or the nearby main city thoroughfare into his house and squirming himself between their legs. If charisma was named for a human it would be Pieces. Or, more accurately, Carsten Brigaines the Ninth. Glen looked at Pieces and saw a mischievous grin across his face. His friend knew some awesome fun was going to be had. Of course it was at the expense of Glen, though. "Alright ladies," Pieces said softly, "I need you all to stand up - be careful now - and reach out with your hands and find the hand next to yours and grab a hold." While he spoke these instructions Pieces was moving to a spot between two of the ladies so he could take their hands in his. At the same time Glen was moving to the equal spot between the ladies opposite of Pieces. When the young men were placed they each had four young women between each hand - Glen's right hand, four ladies, Pieces' left hand, Pieces' right hand, four ladies, Glen's left hand. With blindfolds still in place the women wound their hands around until they found the one next to theirs. As soon as they grasped the opposite hand it began. They began to feel. ***INTERLUDE OF HISTORY*** When a couple is married there's an expectation of happiness, perhaps perfection, mayhap an emotional delirium that lasts as long as the money, sex and compromises last. Any married couple of the current era - from 1973 to the present - counts those particular references as part of their continued retinue. Even though some of them might not say it. This couple, however, believed in it and lived it. There were no drunk uncles to ruin the festivities; the vows were true and honest; the love in their eyes could be seen from miles away; and they knew that whatever life threw at them they would be able to handle it together. Following the course of vows and the reception, as is usual, comes the consummation. If there were perfection in the feeling of the physical act of lovemaking these two had it. They undressed one another with slow and casual but deliberate movements. His hands would remove a garment and he would spend a minimal amount of time kissing the entire area surrounding what had been covered. Her hands would remove a piece of clothing next and touch his skin with warmed hands, rubbing her beautiful fingernails in gentle drags across his skin. They took turns in their removal and by the time they stood naked in the candlelit room his stanchion was standing and hard as granite and her nipples stood so straight it looked as though something was trying to escape. He dripped and she was moist but still they took their time in pleasuring one another. Her mouth and tongue was magic for him; his mouth and tongue were the prestige of the moment - they licked, sucked, fondled, gaped, gasped and built themselves up for the moment of distinction. When the time arrived he slid up between her legs and he slipped in with gentle pressure and a pulsing dominion of pleasure and she received him with a moan and clasp of her hands through his hair. His slow movements of in and out increased the lubrication and allowed for faster slides but he kept a pace, a slow pace, that shattered her body's resolve and she exploded her own juices over him. Minutes only, it was. But she was not done. He kept the movement a steady rhythm but she pushed on his shoulder and he immediately understood. They rolled together like dancers and now she was in control. She started on her knees and pushed and pulled back and forth, never lifting from him. Her clit rubbed along his pubis keeping the temper of sensation and building in her another wave. While time was indeterminate it was some time later that she lifted her knees from the bed and brought her feet to flatten on the sheets. Like a jack handle she began lifting and dropping on his manhood, her hands balancing her body on his chest. This was where he lost control. When her lower lips ran over the outside of his glans and then she dropped backed down to him he exploded, sending waves or gallons or tsunamis of his juice into her. As though his own release was a signal she joined him in the exultation of the orgasm. And then she collapsed on top of him. Her nipples in line with his nipples, still connected and still twitching from the feel. How long they lay together no one really cares but the sun that was nowhere to be seen when they started now hedged the horizon and filtered into their room when they were finished. They slept connected, awoke connected, slowly slid from the bed connected, walked to the bathroom connected and with some interesting leans and bends were able to turn on the water and then shower connected. He exploded into her too many times to count; she covered him with her juices too many times to care. In the end there was a child created. When the child entered the world the pain of birth was not the expectation of medical deliverance; the child was a marvel as he did not cry but cooed; everyone who beheld the child in their eyes and held him in their arms were calmed and filled with peace; as the time to show the child to family and friends arrived it was found that arguing couples found respite or felt blessed in the presence of the child, their fears ebbed and their love grew. As the child grew and went about to school the other children felt calm and focused. Schoolwork was always finished, by every student, and everyone always came to class. There was no immediate draw to the child. It wasn't as if he were crowded but nor was he spurned. The child was simply there and he was just a child. He played and slept, ate and used the bathroom, fell and bled and cried from pain and ran to his mother to be consoled. The only difference was that while his mother was consoling him he was also consoling her and the perfection of life that was lost that very morning as an accident took his father and her perfect husband. Her heart broke but was softened by the holding of her first child. Born three years later than the first child the younger sister came into the room and saw the holding and pressed herself in and was welcomed. The love for the second child was no less intense than that of the first but it was different. The boy's touch caused a calmness in the girl just as it did everyone else. However, the girl's touch was the touch of a child: gentle, playful, needy, giddy - all of the things a normal child would touch with. And so went the formative years of toddler-hood. When puberty arrived, however, things went a mite awry with the boy. He felt as other pubescent children felt: confused, awkward, misunderstood, misunderstanding of the changes occurring, the why, the when, the how and the hormones. Always the hormones. His greatest achievement to date lay during his senior year in school when he went to the Young Adult Dance, wherein eighteen was the minimum required age to attend, with a young lady he fancied and they started kissing on the dance floor during a slow song. It seemed as though everyone on the floor found their passions and their lust and sought to bring all of the teenage angst of sex and relationships to war and squelch the meandering time of boredom the faculty thought to enforce. When he felt the girl stop the kiss he opened his eyes to look at her only to find that she was no longer at face level. She had dropped to her knees and began fellating him right there. Many saw and copied; many saw and knew jealousy at the size of his organ; many saw and sought their own venues to entertain their bodies. After graduating from high school at the tender age of eighteen, and turning nineteen only two months later, he would visit the local strip clubs and cause the dancers to veer toward more explicit moves; he would visit churches and provide consolation for the mourners; he would visit his friends and family he knew were having relationship issues and provide a semblance of calm without ever saying a word - he would also tip in a little of the stronger stuff and let their makeup fun be that much more fulfilling. And then came college and it all fell to Pieces... ***END INTERLUDE*** Glen's hands were in place. He was holding hands with a redhead with a gorgeous figure, C cup breasts with an accentuating low cut tank that he could barely take his eyes from, on his right; A dark-skinned beauty with thick lips reddened by moisture, a thin tee that allowed the outline of her thin brassiere to be seen and traced and a pair of short shorts that promised that if she bent over you'd have a nice showing of her other lips was on his left. Glen concentrated for a moment, captured the essence with his mind and body - his pheromones were now increasing their natural process and multiplying - and pushed outward with the feeling. The women he held hands with felt it first, of course, because of the immediate contact. The two women's faces went from the interested-in-the-situation smirk to the beginning of surprise followed quickly by a taste of pleasure that caused their breath to become heavy. The next two in line, on opposite sides, felt it then and began the same crawl into a weird dimension of joy. This change worked its way down the line until it reached Pieces on the radial end. The chord completed its reach and then began to circle back. With Pieces releasing his own steady stream of male pheromones the feeling magnified and caused the women connected to him to encounter the increase. This increase was found out by Glen and Pieces purely by accident but they discovered that if they tag-teamed those who were between them then the feeling increased in a steady build from point to point and then magnified when it reached back to either of them. As long as Glen was attached, that is. When the power hit Glen it magnified what he was giving and then went back out again four-fold. The two hands connected to his tightened their grip and he could feel a trickle of sweat from the ebon girl begin to cover his palm. Glen concentrated and gave more power and the sequencing of call and response continued, grew and intensified. Only a couple of minutes had passed at this time. He and Pieces had never tried this many people in a line before and he felt it was an interesting display of control on his part as well as that of his friend. Glen speared his eyes around the line and watched each woman begin the throes of orgasm. He spied Pieces with his head down, staring at the floor, and a raging hard on trying to push through his sweatpants. Glen knew his friend wore those for easy and quick drop and access of the first girl to find the need. And within three minutes the first need asserted itself. But not where Glen thought it would and not who he thought would be first. His instincts were usually pretty good but they failed this time. The sweat on Glen's left hand suddenly disappeared and a cool stream of air went over his skin at his realization of the loss of contact. He looked down and saw the gorgeous ebon-skinned woman pulling her shirt over her head. The blindfold peeled away with the lifting of the shirt and she looked only to her right, directly at him. With the contact lost to the one caused the separation of the feeling from the others on the left side and all three removed their blindfolds. Their faces were a mix between utter contentedness and an excited need that could only be filled by a couple of different, if closely related, actions of sexual premise. Two of them began to undress like the Ebon, shirts first - one had a bra, one didn't - and Glen was lost in the beauty of three getting-naked women. The fourth looked around and found the nearest seat, which was right behind her, ripped off her clothes in a record setting time, sat down and plunged two of her fingers deep into her pussy. The girl's eyes rolled back and she began to moan loudly. Glen looked around to his right side and saw that since the connection was still live the women and Pieces were in the deepest part of the primate brain and their hormones were ready to fall into the deep end. Glen saw that some of the young ladies had wet spots between their legs and their legs were beginning to weaken and shake from the physical feeling but their hands never let go of the connector. Then he felt his belt begin to loosen and with surprise he looked down and saw Ebon deftly loosening his pants. So quickly were his pants down that he was sure something was amiss. However, when her mouth covered his flaccid cock he decided nothing was wrong anywhere right this minute. Ebon also immediately came - hard. She froze for a moment, his cock in her mouth, her hands stretched away from her body as though straining for balance and a copious amount of fluid falling from her pussy and trailing down her thighs. Glen was never effected by his power as anyone else was, nor did he harden at the first sight of a naked woman. This wasn't like it was when he was in high school and learning and honing his gift. He never understood why. But right now who cared. Having regained herself, Ebon wetted his swiftly hardening-within-her-mouth shaft with deft perfection as she lowered further onto him and he rose into her throat. Soon he was rock hard and her saliva ran from his shaft down to his balls. Glen felt there was something sacred here and silence would be the holy way but being a man he couldn't suppress his mouth as he sighed, "That's nice." Ebon's eyes found his and her hand removed his cock from her mouth in a slow, tongue twirling rhythm. "Yeah," she asked, "you like that?" He simply nodded and with her hand pushing his manhood against his stomach she lowered and sucked in one of his balls and then the other and then ran her tongue up his shaft to his glans which she covered with her thick lips. Then she took just his head in between her lips and Glen could feel her tongue licking the eye of his serpent with a strange rapidity that sent waves of pleasure through him. The talking caused the redhead still connected to Glen's right hand to turn her head and lift her chin as if trying to locate the source. As if her ears were not functioning with palpable ability she let go of Glen which caused those connected to her to lose their power flow. Glen looked down and saw the free hand but also that those to the Red's right were still powering through what he had given them. Now, however, the connection was lost and all that was in the room was Glen's delivery of the feel through the solidity of closeness in the room. They all still felt it and were enjoying it. Red lifted her blindfold and looked around. She saw the others in their passion but when her eyes met Glen's she immediately grabbed his face with both of her hands and pulled his face to hers and kissed him, her tongue breaking through his lips in a rush. Her eyes closed and her passion felt. He lifted his now free right hand and pulled her to him to meld her shape with his. "Uh, hmmm," Glen heard when he did that. He broke the kiss and looked down at the beauty fellating him and used his left hand to gently grab the back of Ebon's head and shove his cock further into her mouth. When Red saw Ebon's state of dress and what she was doing it was as if something was in the air making her want to be the same way and do the same thing.