0 comments/ 28067 views/ 8 favorites Lament By: Sateema Lunasi I can see nothing but darkness, but I feet the cool silkiness of the binding on my wrists. Red silk. He has tied me with the silk shawl of my dress. I had only meant to sleep for an hour or so, to be able to tell my friends back home that on my vacation to Scotland, I had slept in the ruins of this fifteenth century castle. It would be a story, that was all...something to say I had done. I had climbed up onto the tattered four poster bed, long abandoned and moth hole eaten. The hike up there had been long and tiresome, and my weary limbs welcomed the remaining softness of the ancient bed. In moments I was asleep, alone and perfectly safe. But I am no longer safe...no; this monster will surely kill me... I wake to the sound of a whisper in my ear. Startled and disorientated, I try to sit up but find my hands bound behind my back. The room is dark and I panic suddenly that I have slept so long here. I am tied now, and my dress open. "Please, whoever you are...I will leave, I swear it...I won’t say anything to the police, I will just..." I plead to a figure in the darkness. I can make out long, lean limbs and something about this man’s presence is strong and...unearthly. I see him move silently. I shiver from the chill that passes through the stone walled room. A candle is lit, then another and now a third near the bed. The room is dimly lit and he steps into the meager light. I gasp, not sure if I should close my eyes, for fear of my mind disbelieving what I am seeing. He is beautiful. He is dangerously sexy, and he is not human. The words rolling from his lips like honey, "I found you sleeping in my bed. What shall I do about this?" he is taunting me and through my fear I feel a wetness form between my thighs. I cannot believe I am allowing my body to respond this way! In truth, I cannot control it. "I just...wanted to...I didn’t know anyone lived here...." "Yes, I know." He says gently and he reaches to me and traces a long, silky finger over my bare shoulder, moving the strap of my dress open even further. My breasts are revealed. I shudder. "Tell me what you see when you look at me. I want you to know what I am, and understand that should you tempt me too much...you will be either my victim, or my companion for eternity. What do you see?" What do I see? I see auburn red hair of a soft silkiness that cannot be mortal. I see pale, perfect skin. I see the brightest, ocean blue-green eyes that seem to burn with tiny flecks of light gold. I see...no, it couldn’t be...sharp pointed canine teeth. Fangs! Beneath the most sensual lips! His body is lean and muscular. His hand touches me and I think I made a whimpering noise. I cannot speak! "I will untie you now, but know that I will touch you...that I will make love to you. You tempt me with your flesh, though this is no fault of your own. Careful then, not to tempt me with your blood." And my wrists are free. He has not touched me to untie me. The binding just slips away. I gaze at him and he smiles then, his mouth looking beautifully fierce. I want him to touch me! The warmth between my legs, the wetness grows greater until it is an ache and he only touches my shoulders, tracing vein like lines over my skin. I find myself arching my back to him, pushing my breasts forward, wanting his touch. He obliges me and pulls my arms up around his shoulders, lifting me into his lap with uncommon strength. His mouth descends on mine, that fierce and wicked mouth that is so inviting. His tongue snakes out and teases mine. I copy his motions and feel the sharp point of his teeth against my tongue. I feel him lift me again, but this time he pushes me softly back on the bed and the chill of the room no longer affects me. His hard chest is against me, beneath the thin fabric of his clothing, the small silver buttons of his shirt presses against my nipples. I am breathing wildly now, not capable of closing my eyes, for I want to see him too badly, though he frightens me terribly. He kisses my breasts, pausing to suckle my hardened nipples and even tease me dangerously with the sharp teeth against the pink flesh. He slides down further, dipping his tongue into my navel and causing me to jolt unexpectedly. He smiles wickedly at this and continues his torture. He reaches my thighs and he quite suddenly spreads my legs open. I am completely revealed, opened wide and exposed! His fingers touch the dark patch of hair at the apex of my thighs and I try to hold still as he enters one finger, followed by another, into the tight passage there. I am in a feverish state now, feeling his fingers move into me and then his tongue placed at the center of my pleasure. He flicks the talented tongue against my clitoris and I feel the first wave of orgasm wash over me. He removes his fingers and enjoys watching me squirm in anticipation as he slowly unfastens his pants and removes his impressive organ, hard and ready. I reach to him and take it in my hand, pumping it a bit ruthlessly as his hips undulate against my hand. I sit up and take it in my mouth, licking it from base to the head of it, loving the salty taste at the tip in a pearl of clear fluid. Finally, he positions me on my hands and knees on the bed and I hold to a post of the bed for support as he pushes the long, thick cock into me slowly, increasing his rhythm as he thrusts into me. Again and again he rocks me, skewered onto him and helpless in a fury of heat and a wave of orgasmic pleasure. I feel his hands on my breasts, fingertips against my clitoris, and his hands even slapping my backside when I become exhausted and cannot keep up with his fervor. He grips me now, tightly and painfully and I begin to come in a violent series of waves, he follows, bending to me and holding my hair in his hand, kissing my throat with the other. I feel his hot fluid inside me, burning me with sweet, blissful torture, and his teeth rake my neck...fear ensues and I feel the sharp bite...feel it sink into my skin, my soul, my very being and begin to draw the life out of me. My vision blurs and I see only darkness then. I wake with a start, my feet scraping against the wood of the bed. I am alone. I am dressed, with my red dress buttoned up the front and my shawl warming my shoulders. It is morning. I had fallen asleep here in this beautiful place, a ruin of castle walls and hidden chambers. I wash the dream from my head, hurrying to find the shoes I had left on the floor when I came here. The dream had seemed so real, so frightening, and so sensual. I slip my shoes on and find my way out of the heavy doors. I feel sick, weak and cold. I tell myself I must have caught a cold sleeping in such an awfully cold place. The sun hurts my eyes more than usual. I stop to rest in a wooded grove, finding the tiny compact mirror in my purse to try and make myself presentable before going into town. I hold the mirror to my face and straighten...oh my...it can’t be...but it is. My reflection is...fading. Lament It was a common lament. There were three of us sitting around the small kitchen table; my wife and I, and a visiting friend, whom I'll call Monica, a single mother of one. It was a Friday night and we were just hanging out, talking, laughing, and drinking wine. I'm not afraid to say that we were a bit on the inebriated side. Rather happily inebriated, in fact. Monica had just brought up how frustrating it was sexually being a single mother. "As soon as they find out I'm a single mom their eyes start scanning the room, looking for a way out," she griped. "At this point, I'd settle for a hot one nighter!" "You wouldn't!" my wife exclaimed. I chuckled and stood to clear some dishes from the table. When women start to talk about sex, I've found that it's generally best not to involve myself in the conversation. "I'm getting tired of having to take care of myself in the sexual side of things. I miss the interaction with another person... hell, even if it's just a quick blowjob... sometimes it's fun to know you've met another person's needs, ya know?" I stood at the sink rinsing dishes and bit my tongue. My wife has a serious aversion to oral sex. I can't remember the last time she went down on me. "You should give my husband a blowjob; he's got the perfect cock for it." I straightened and blink. What the hell did I just hear? I turned and looked over at my wife. She was looking at Monica, not paying any attention to me, with a wicked grin on her face. Monica looked as surprised as I must have looked. "It's nice and thick with a good shape, soft skin," she continued, "and the best part... nothing comes out." Monica blinked, "What?" "Yeah, nothing comes out." "What do you mean nothing comes out?" "He has what's called 'retro-ejaculation'. It all goes into his bladder. Nothing comes out." Monica glanced over at me but quickly looked away when she saw that I was paying attention, and whispered, "Well, now you've sparked my curiosity." My wife looked over at me and beckoned, "C'mere." Curious, I walked slowly over to where she was sitting and looked down at her. She looked up at me playfully and reached up; massaging me through the pants I was wearing. She smiled at me lustfully and asked, "Can I show her?" I decided I'd call her bluff. "Sure," I responded, "go for it." To my surprise, she began undoing my belt. I looked over at Monica who was leaning forward slightly, her eyes riveted on my crotch. I smirked down at my wife, waiting for her to balk and say something flippant about how "I wished" or something to that effect. She continued to look up at me, a sexy, playful grin on her face as she slowly pulled my zipper down and reached inside my pants, her fingers snaking their way through the fly in my briefs. I gasped slightly as she wrapped her hand around me and squeezed slightly. She licked her lips as I began to swell under her attention, and I was sure she'd remove her hand and zip me back up. She turned and looked at Monica and asked, "You wanna see?" "Um, sure," Monica answered hesitantly while leaning forward even further, probably expecting my wife to renege at any moment. I stood quietly, waiting for my wife to come back with "too bad" or "tough." My breath caught in my throat, however, when she pulled me out through my fly and slowly stroked my length. I was quite hard by now, and could not believe what was happening. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, taking me in her mouth, moaning softly as she did. I gasped slightly as she slowly slid her lips and tongue over my shaft, enveloping me with her warm, wet mouth. I glanced over at Monica who was craning her neck to see. My wife slowly backed off of me, sucking at my hardness so that it made an audible pop when she drew it from her mouth. She looked over at Monica and motioned to the chair I'd been sitting in. "C'mere so you can see better." As Monica stood she looked at me as if a bit unsure. I could only return her gaze with what I hoped was a blank, neutral look. My wife began licking and kissing the head of my shaft as Monica sat opposite her, leaning forward to take a closer look at my cock. My wife sat up slightly and said, "Just the right size, don't think?" "Mmm hmm..." was the best that Monica could muster. My wife sat up straighter and said, "Here, you try it." Monica sat up and blinked, "What?" "You do it. He loves it!" With that, she sat back in her chair and reached for her glass of wine, smiling at Monica as she took a drink. Monica reached out with obvious trepidation and gently took me in her hands. She looked up at me questioningly. I bit my lower lip, somewhat bewildered by the entire situation myself, but turned slightly towards her. Her eyes dropped to my crotch as her hands softly began to explore my length. "It's so soft... so warm..." she whispered. "Taste it," my wife responded quietly. Monica blinked at the demand before slowly lowering her lips to me and kissing the tip almost shyly. I watched, entranced, as she closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, seeming to simply enjoy feeling the warmth against her lips. She began to move me and turn her head slightly at the same time, running me over her lips almost as if she were applying lip gloss. She moaned under her breath and suddenly engulfed me with her mouth, taking as much of my shaft into her as she could. I felt the vibrations of her moaning in the center of my being as she pushed me to the back of her throat. She slowly withdrew about halfway before leaning forward again, taking me back into her. Her hands clutched at my thighs as she once again withdrew. I watched as my length slowly reappeared from her lips. She leaned back and turned to my wife, "How far do you want me to take him?" "All the way. Make him cum. I don't hear him complaining about it, do you?" "As a matter of fact, I don't, but let's make this more comfortable," she suggested while tugging at my pants. With that, Monica reached up and undid the button holding my pants at my hips. My wife slid them down, letting them pool around my ankles while Monica worked at pushing me back through the fly of my briefs. When she was done she looked up at me and dragged her fingernails down the length of my shaft, grinning in the same wicked way my wife had grinned at her earlier. Then she reached up and pulled the waistband of my briefs down over me and slid them down to join my pants at my ankles. "Reach underneath and you'll see why nothing comes out..." whispered my wife. Monica knelt before me, grasping my erection in one hand and looked up at me as she slid her other hand between my legs, her fingers finding my scrotum. They explored me briefly and a wave of puzzlement passed over her face before understanding dawned on her. "Um, you seem to be missing something, my friend," she stated softly, looking up at me. "Cancer when I was very young. Long story, I'll tell you some other time." I responded. "And that's why..." she let the question trail off as she nodded in understanding before once again lowering her head to take me fully in her mouth, moaning softly as she did so. I looked over at my wife. She was sitting drinking her wine, intent upon watching Monica giving me a blowjob. When she noticed me looking at her she looked up into my eyes. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded. "Are you going to show her how nothing comes out?" I nodded again. "Soon?" I nodded a third time as Monica stopped and looked up. Seeing my nod she resumed her sucking on me, her fingers gently caressing my tightening scrotum. I turned from my wife and looked down, laying a hand lightly on Monica's bobbing head. I closed my eyes and groaned slightly, my hips rolling involuntarily. I opened my eyes and watch as my wife finished her glass of wine and stood, looking at me. She stepped close and reached up, pulling my lips down to hers and kissing me deeply. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Honey, I want you to cum for her... I want you to cum in her mouth." Monica groaned around my cock at that, the vibrations traveling to the base of my shaft and pooling there in warmth and pleasure. All I could do was bite my lower lip and catch my breath. I leaned forward to kiss my wife again, and suddenly, without warning, my orgasm washed over me. I moaned into my wife's mouth as I throbbed and pulsed within Monica's mouth. Monica let out a long moan and took as much of my twitching cock into her mouth as she could, holding it there, sucking and milking it rhythmically with her lips and tongue. My wife returned my kiss passionately, grinding her pelvis against me as I held her tightly with one arm. As my climax subsided I broke the kiss with my wife and tried to catch my breath and maintain my balance at the same time. My wife looked down and watched as Monica slowly slid me from her mouth with agonizing slowness. My shaft twitched and jerked with each inch until at last she knelt, looking at it, glistening with her saliva. "That's very cool," she whispered. She leaned forward and playfully licked at the tip and both women giggled as I jumped with the sensitivity. I gently pushed my wife aside and shakily lowered myself into her chair, trying to wrap my brain around what had just happened. Not that I was about to complain. Monica sat back up her in chair and took a drink from her wine glass, watching me over the rim. "So, um... thank you." I managed. "You're welcome... the pleasure was-" "Not even all yours." I interrupted with a grin. "You know," started my wife as she sat down at the table, "you owe her now..." * * * "Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat surprised, even now. "You heard me. You owe her. She went down on you. You should go down on her," my wife challenged. I looked over at Monica who was clearly considering the idea, and judging by her expression, she was somewhat aroused by the suggestion, if also a bit unsure. I turned and looked at my wife. "You want me to go down on Monica?" I asked. "She went down on you. You owe her now." She replied. "And you're going to watch?" "I watched her go down on you, didn't I?" I turned to Monica who was finishing her glass of wine, a bit quickly, I noted. "Do you think I owe you, Monica?" She took a deep breath, glanced at my wife and replied, "I think the couch would be more comfortable." With that she stood and walked from the kitchen into our living room. My wife got up and followed, so I stepped out of my pants, pulled up my briefs and did the same. My wife walked to the stereo and turned on some music, turning the volume down low so that it couldn't interfere with conversation. I sat on the ottoman facing Monica and looked at her. She was looking at me expectantly. My wife sat down on the couch next to Monica and looked at me, her eyes smoldering with lust. She was clearly enjoying directing these little vignettes. "You need to stand up, Mon." I said softly. She stood and I became aware that she was trembling slightly. I looked up into her eyes. "Are you sure? We can all go to bed and call it a night right now..." I offered. "No, I'm sure... I want... it, so bad. It's just... a little strange, you know?" I laughed softly, "Yeah... I know." I reached up and placed my hands on her thighs, slowly sliding my fingers up to her waistband. I heard her catch her breath and my fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt, tickling her belly. I brought my hands together at the front of her pants and deftly popped the button open. She gasped softly. I looked over at my wife. Her eyes were riveted on what my hands were doing, and she had undone the top button on her own pants. I turned my attention back to Monica and grasped her zipper in my fingers, slowly pulling it down. She was looking down into my eyes almost pleadingly. She hadn't noticed that behind her, on the couch, my wife had unzipped her pants as well. I kept my eyes on Monica's as I slowly pulled her pants down over her waist revealing a pair of soft, white cotton panties; panties which were visibly moist between her legs. I pushed her pants down slowly, my hands gliding over her smooth legs. She swallowed hard. When I'd gotten the pants to her ankles I gently pushed against her belly and she sat back down on the couch, never taking her eyes from me. I stood slightly and pushed the ottoman back away from me with my foot and then knelt before her. I took one calf in my hands and deliberately lifted one foot from her pants, then the other. Looking back up into her eyes I placed my hands on her ankles and ran them lightly up the outsides of her supple legs until I reached her waist. Grasping her gently I pulled her towards me, sliding her bottom to the end of the couch. I slid my hands around until they were both resting flat on her belly, palms down. My eyes never left hers as I pulled my hands down to her waist, hooking the elastic band of her panties with my fingers to slowly pull them off of her. She lifted her hips to allow the panties to come off of her bottom, relaxing back into the couch as I slid them down to her ankles. Once again, I lifted one foot, then the other and flipped the panties aside. I paused and looked at her. She no longer seemed nervous or afraid; her face wore a mask of passion and desire. That was all I needed to know. I placed my hands on her knees and she parted her legs willingly. I dropped my eyes and took her in. She was neatly trimmed, a rounded triangle of dark hair pointing down towards the center of her femininity. I reached down to her ankles and slid her feet apart as I leaned forward, pushing my nose against her soft mound, breathing in her scent. I felt her hands on my head, her fingers instinctively clutching and grasping, her stomach twitching as her breath caught. I reached my arms beneath and around her legs, splaying my fingers across her belly as I dragged my mouth down over her mons towards the warmth emanating from her sex. Slowly I moved my lips over hers, feeling her heat, her wetness. Her scent intoxicated me, passion and lust given an aromatic body. Pulling my hands back to the undersides of her thighs I lifted her legs until she had both of her feet resting on my shoulders. She was open to me completely. I placed a soft kiss on her perineum and extending my tongue, slowly tasting her in a long, sensuous lave that ended at her hooded clitoris. Slowly I circled her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, first one direction, then the other, before gently sucking her into my mouth. "Oh my God, that feels sooo good..." she moaned. I hummed against her by way of my response. She shivered slightly and I smiled against her, taking delight in the pleasure I was giving her. I backed off slightly and traced the length of her slit with the tip of my tongue, exploring the slick, tangy fold between her inner and outer labia. I moved down one side and back up the other, then headed back the way I'd came. As my tongue passed across her perineum I licked upwards, tasting the wetness of her opening, teasing her around the edges. When I traced my way back up to her clitoris I flicked it with light, rapid strokes of my tongue. Her stomach jumped and I felt her hands pressing down on my head, trying to increase the pressure against her sensitive node. I looked up at her, but her eyes were closed, her mouth open in pure enjoyment. I glanced over at my wife who was watching intently and clearly attending to her own arousal as well. I let my warm breath wash over Monica's sex and then lowered my mouth to her once again, this time sucking her outer labia into my mouth one at a time, pulling at them with my lips. I released her engorged lips from mine and pushed my face between her wet folds, fucking her as deeply as I could with my tongue. She tasted so good; tangy and sweetly salty with a musk that was intoxicating to me. I strained to push as much of my tongue into her as I could, wanting to drink all of her in. Finally I withdrew and pressed the flat of my tongue against her erect clitoris, licking from side to side, pushing firmly against her. Monica dug her fingernails into my scalp, literally clawing at me as I settled into a rapid pace of licking at her clitoris with firm, even strokes. "Oh... I'm sooo close..." she breathed, her body bucking slightly. "Yes... that is so hot. Cum all over him," hissed my wife. From the sound of her voice, she wasn't too far behind Monica. I sucked at her engorged labia, pulling them into my mouth before slowly withdrawing and laving at her swollen clitoris with slow strokes of my tongue. With my right hand I reached beneath my chin and pushed my middle finger into her. She responded with a deep moan and considerable twitching. I found her G-spot, firmly pronounced with arousal and began to slowly circle it, pressing into it with the pad of my finger. "Fuck... oh fuck, don't stop... I'm going to cum..." she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I was more than happy to comply. Suddenly she was grabbing at the back of my head, pushing me into her. Her legs were squeezing tightly at the sides of my head and she was bucking her hips in an effort to envelope me with her sex. I could only smile as I continued to massage both her clitoris and the G-spot beneath it with my tongue and finger moving in concert. She cried out a few times, her voice catching as her orgasm shuddered through her body. Slowly I brought her down, playing my tongue and finger over her with receding pressure along with each small tremor and wave that washed over her as the pleasure subsided. I slowly raised myself into an upright, kneeling position between Monica's legs, bringing my finger to my mouth. I looked her in the eye as I savored her flavor, sucking and licking it from my finger. She lay there catching her breath, just watching me. My wife leaned forward and offered me her own fingers, glistening and slick with her own juices. I maintained eye contact with Monica as I slowly sucked my wife's fingers clean. They both moaned softly as they watched. They weren't the only ones in a state of arousal. I was visibly aroused beneath my briefs and my wife noticed. "You look like you're ready for more," she observed. * * * "That's because I am," I replied. My wife reached down and pulled the elastic waistband of my briefs down over my erection, then slid them down my legs to my knees. I raised one knee, then the other and pulled the briefs off. She wrapped her wet fingers around my shaft and slowly jacked me while Monica watched. Monica's eyes were riveted to my wife sliding her hand up and down my length, while my wife was looking into my eyes. She had slid to the edge of the couch and had one of Monica's legs draped over her own. With one hand she was lightly teasing my cock, and her other hand was absently stroking the inside of her friend's thigh. She glanced down at Monica's sex, wet and receptive; her engorged lips were slightly parted revealing the delicate pink inside. With an impish grin she tugged on me, pulling me forward towards Monica. With a glance at each of them I complied, scooting forward until my knees were pressed against the couch and my hips were brushing Monica's thighs. My wife pulled me down, rubbing at the top of Monica's wet folds with the underside of my shaft. In unison, the three of us moaned softly together. "That feels good, doesn't it, baby?" my wife purred. She continued to stroke and squeeze my shaft while rubbing back and forth over Monica's clitoris. I closed my eyes and groaned a soft, "Mmm hmm..." Monica began to open her shirt, starting with the bottom buttons and working her way up. My wife slid her hand over Monica's stomach and moved it in slow circles. I watched as Monica unbuttoned the last button on her shirt and pulled it open to reveal a white satin bra. She ran looked up into my eyes as she ran her hands over her breasts, her back arching slightly. She pinched her nipples through the fabric and pulled them slightly, closing her eyes and rolling her head as she did so. Unconsciously, I had begun to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, sliding my shaft forward and backwards over her sex as my wife rubbed it from side to side. Monica moaned and opened her eyes as she unfastened the front clasp on her bra. Her mouth opened slightly as she slid her hands beneath the cups, her fingers curling around her breasts pinching at her nipples. Lament "Honey..." my wife whispered. I looked at her; her face was enflamed with passion and lust. "I want to see you inside of her..." I reached forward and placed my hands on the insides of Monica's spread thighs for support and could only nod to my wife. She slid her hand down from Monica's belly to her glistening slit. Slowly and with the deliberate motions of someone wanting to savor every detail, she parted Monica's outer lips with her fingers, exposing her wet entrance. With her other hand she guided me and positioned the tip of my cock at that entrance. She looked up at Monica and asked, "Are you ready?" Monica nodded, gasping slightly. My wife turned to me and purred, "Go slow, honey, ok?" Chewing on my lower lip, I looked down to where she held my shaft in her hands between Monica's slick labia and managed, "Mmm hmm..." "Give it to her." My wife whispered. She relaxed her grip on me as I slowly pushed forward. The head of my cock spread Monica's labia apart and began to disappear into her velvet tunnel. My breath slowly escaped from me in a soft, "Ohhh..." as I slid further into Monica. My wife pulled her hand from my shaft and laid it on one cheek of my ass, gripping slightly. I looked up at Monica as I slowly thrust the entire length of my cock into her. She returned me gaze through heavy lidded eyes, both hands squeezing at her breasts. Finally my hips were pressing against her legs and I was completely inside of her. She gasped slightly and gripped at my hard shaft with the muscles of her vagina. I held still, my hardness completely surrounded by Monica's warm embrace. I looked over at my wife; her eyes were glued to our union, her mouth slightly open. "Oh honey, that is so hot," she whispered lustfully. I glanced up at Monica. She had stilled her hands on her breasts and her eyes were closed, as if she was trying to focus solely on her sex and my shaft inside it. I flexed slightly, causing my shaft to twitch inside Monica. Involuntarily she drew in a sharp breath and tightened around me, her eyes coming wide open. "Oh yeah... I want to feel you..." she moaned. My wife released her grip on my bottom and spanked me sharply. "Give it to her! Make her feel it!" I didn't need anymore encouragement. I held Monica's thighs in my hands and withdrew nearly my entire length from her before pushing slowly back in. I repeated the motion, pausing slightly at the top of each stroke before sliding the length of my cock back into her depths. My wife was running her middle finger around Monica's hooded clitoris almost absently as she focused on my shaft slowly pumping in and out of her friend's wet sex. Monica, for her part, had resumed pulling and tweaking at her nipples, her head lying back on the couch. She had closed her eyes and was whimpering and moaning through an open mouth with each thrust. I slid my hands down Monica's thighs until they were resting at her groin, my thumbs massaging her swollen labia while I slowly thrust in and out between them. I tightened my grip as I began to speed up slightly with each thrust, working up to a steady rhythm until my hips were making quiet slapping sounds with each pump into her. Between the wine and my earlier orgasm, I was going to able to maintain my steady thrusting for quite some time, so I settled into a groove and pumped in and out of her. My wife was still watching intently, one hand between her legs, the other resting on Monica's soft mound, her middle finger tracing circles around Monica's sensitive button in pace with my thrusts. Monica had arched her back up off the couch, both hands covering her breasts, her fingers still at her nipples. Her eyes were closed and she was chanting softly under her breath. "Oh fuck... oh yes... fuck me, baby, it feels so good..." She repeated over and over, in a slowly rising crescendo. I felt the beginnings of Monica's orgasm long before she vocalized it. Her legs began twitching slightly, and I felt her vagina grip at me with each jerk. She was still chanting, but her breath was catching slightly and her hands had stopped moving on her breasts. My wife noticed shortly after I did and looked up at me. "Keep fucking her, make her cum hard," she whispered. I didn't change the speed at which I was thrusting, but at the bottom of each downward stoke I tightened my ass, thrusting firmly into her, ensuring she felt each pump. My wife reached over and gripped my buttock and began pushing me into Monica, adding a little something to each thrust. "Make her cum, honey... make her cum all over you. Fuck, I'm going to cum just watching you, this is so hot!" Both women were past the point of no return. My wife was driving Monica over the edge fingering her clit while I thrust in and out of her, she was watching and feeling everything I was doing to Monica and it was sweeping her along towards orgasm as well. Suddenly Monica stiffened, her legs wrapping around me, her ankles clamping down on me from behind. "I'm going to cum... oh fuck, yes... I'm cumming... fuck... yes... ohhhh..." she moaned breathlessly. I continued thrusting into her as best I could, rocking my hips, grinding in and out of her in very restricted movements. My wife dug her fingernails into my ass as she was wracked with her orgasm, her body shuddering as she struggled to remain upright. I stopped moving and held Monica's waist with my hands, feeling her velvet grip around me, squeezing and releasing with her orgasm. She slowly came down from the wave of pleasure she was riding and as she did she reached down and took my wife's hands with hers. She pulled my wife towards her, my wife responded by collapsing slowly against Monica, laying her head on Monica's shoulder. They lay there, chests heaving; eyes closed, and came down together while I held myself still between Monica's legs, still deep inside of her. After a few moments Monica opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Thank you... that felt sooo good," she smiled. "Yes... it did..." my wife whispered against Monica's neck, her eyes still shut. "You're welcome," I replied softly. "It seems I owe you now, though," Monica said with a grin. * * * "Well, I certainly won't argue with you," I replied, beginning to stroke in and out of her with short strokes. "Good," she said, turning to my wife. "Do you mind? Can I make him cum again; this time in my ass?" she purred softly in question. My wife sat up and looked at Monica. "You like that?" she asked. "What's not to like?" Monica replied with a smile, "Have you ever tried it?" "Yeah, twice... it feels... it feels like it makes me have to go to the bathroom." "You were paying too much attention then. You have to relax, let go, and lose yourself in the sexiness of it. You have to give yourself up to it and surrender; otherwise it just feels weird... or hurts." While this banter was taking place, I was slowly sliding in and out of Monica's wet sex, just listening. Anal sex was something I was very into, but my wife wasn't. She has a hard time with the submissiveness of it. Then again, she has a hard time with anything submissive. "You really like it?" she asked again. "I really do... want to see?" Monica replied. "Well, I know he loves it... so why not?" my wife agreed. Monica looked up at me as I slid slowly out of her and she grinned a wicked little grin. Then she sat up and turned over so she was kneeling on the couch, her ass exposed and open to me. She looked at me over her shoulder, a naughty gleam in her eyes. "I think the lubrication aspect is already taken care of, don't you?" she asked with an impish grin. I reached up and ran my thumb up along the length of her slit and then circled her puckered anus. She was glistening and slippery with her own orgasmic juices. "I think so, yes." I answered back as I got to my feet behind her. She reached back with one hand and pulled her cheeks apart, opening herself as she propped herself with her other arm on the back of the couch. Her exposed breast hung enticingly, so I reached out and grasped it, cupping it fully and kneading it with my fingers. My wife leaned forward so she had a better view of Monica's bottom. I took the opportunity to slowly ease myself back into Monica's wet sex, pushing until I was fully buried within her. Then I pulled out and turned slightly towards my wife, offering her my cock, shining with Monica's juices. My wife leaned forward and tentatively reached towards the head with her tongue. She tasted it lightly and her tongue retreated into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sat still for a moment, as if deciding, then she opened her mouth and leaned into me, taking as much of me into my mouth as she could. "Make me nice and wet, baby," I whispered. "Mmm..." she hummed around my shaft in reply. My wife looked up at me and slowly withdrew from my cock, letting her tongue trail along the underside. She licked her lips slowly and placed a small kiss on the wet tip of my glans and sat back. I looked back to Monica, she was watching intently, waiting for me. I turned and positioned the head of my penis at her wrinkled backdoor, placing on hand on the curve of her waist to steady myself. "Go slow, I'm going to need some time to get used to how thick you are," Monica whispered lustfully. I pushed forward against her sphincter and met resistance. Monica took a deep breath in and as she exhaled she bore down, pushing outward with her anal muscles. I countered her movement gently but firmly and was rewarded with the erotic vision of watching nearly half my length plunge smoothly inside of her. "Oh yesss..." she hissed, "that's sooo good..." I paused and held myself steady, allowing her time to accustom her bottom to my penetration, and allowing myself time to enjoy the sight of her taught ring wrapped snugly around my hard shaft. After a few moments she took another breath and as she released it she bore down again, this time sliding herself fully onto me until my hips were pressed firmly against the smooth cheeks of her ass. "Oh my god, you've got his entire cock inside your ass..." my wife said with a trace of awe in her voice. "Mmm hmm..." Monica whimpered softly. I slowly rotated my hips ever so slightly, grinding myself against her, moving deeply within her bowels. "That really feels good to you?" my wife asked. "Oh... honey, it's sooo goddamn good... oh fuck... yes..." Monica replied in a low, throaty moan. With that, I slowly began to withdraw my length from her, sliding slowly out, reveling in her tight grip all the way down my shaft until the ridge of my glans caught just on the inside of her. I paused only briefly before slowly pushing myself back into her silken depths to once again push my hips up against her bottom. "Alright..." Monica breathed, "I'm ready for you... fuck me, and do it hard and steady... I want to feel you cum in my ass." I wasn't in a mood to argue, and I was definitely ready for release again. My sack had tightened up against the base of my shaft and I was feeling intense pleasure with each movement in her tight backside. My wife had sat back against the back of the couch and slid over so she was just in front of where Monica was propped up. She was looking just past Monica's breast, which hung in front of her face, and into my eyes. "Cum in her ass, honey... cum fucking hard in her ass." She urged. I had placed both hands on Monica's waist, just above her hips and was working at a pretty good pace, driving my cock in and out of Monica's ass with powerful strokes. My cock was beginning to twitch slightly and I could feel those familiar shudders in my thighs and butt that signaled an approaching climax. "Oh fuck yes... your ass feels sooo fucking good... I want to fucking cum in your ass!" "Mmm hmmm... give it to me, baby... cum in me!" I was slapping against her bottom in a steady rhythm when I felt my orgasm start deep at the root of my shaft. I caught my breath and groaned. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" I managed through clenched teeth. With that announcement Monica cried out and flung her arm around my wife, pulling her to her. Monica planted a lustful kiss on my wife's mouth which my wife passionately responded to, opening to receive her friend. I arched my back, desperately trying to push as much of me into Monica's clenching anus as I could, pulling her back against me by her hips. Monica was moaning into my wife's mouth, holding onto her with one arm, the other trying to keep her upright on the couch. My wife had one hand clutching at one of Monica's swaying breasts, the fingers of the other entwined up in her hair as the two of them kissed almost fiercely. I held on to Monica's hips while my cock twitched and jerked deep inside of her. I shuddered against her ass through wave after wave of climactic pleasure while my hips tried to thrust ever deeper. Finally the intensity began to subside and I realized I was moaning aloud with every breath, my erection jumping in response to every squeeze from her sphincter as she pulsed with post-orgasmic contractions. I leaned forward, finding the back of the couch with one hand, sliding the other around her waist, planting small nips on her bare shoulder. She and my wife were still in an embrace, both whimpering softly against one another's lips, coming down from a shared high together. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath while I slowly softened inside of her. After what seemed an eternity of warm bliss they broke their kiss, shyly looking into one another's eyes while trying at the same time not to. Monica was the first to speak. "Yeah, I guess you could say I really do like it," she whispered with a grin. * * * My wife pulled away from Monica slightly and looked at me, back to Monica, then back at me. "I want to try it again," she said softly, "I want... I want it to feel good." I slowly lowered myself to the floor on shaky legs, leaning back against the ottoman. Monica stood up from the couch somewhat gingerly and reached down, offering my wife a hand up. As my wife stood Monica looked down at me. "We should probably clean up..." she stated simply. "We could take a shower," my wife ventured, looking down at me as well. "That sounds like a good idea," I replied, "I'll meet the two of you there." "What are you going to do?" asked my wife. "I'm going to get something to drink, I'm thirsty as hell." I answered. With a laugh, Monica took my wife by the hand and started out of the room. I wandered into the kitchen and helped myself to glass of water and stood quietly for a moment, catching my breath and gathering thoughts. This had definitely turned into a night that I'd remember for a lifetime. I finished the glass of water and headed down the hallway to join the two lovely ladies in the shower. I found the two of them standing in the bathroom, slowly undressing one another the rest of the way, but taking their time touching and caressing and exploring. I knew that this was my wife's first time with another woman, and I got the impression that it was Monica's as well. They were experiencing one another slowly, smiling with each new revelation; gasping softly here, catching their breath there. I stepped around them, deciding not to interrupt. The shower was running and steam was billowing along the ceiling. I pulled my socks off and tossed them aside, then with a glance over at the women, pulled my shirt over my head. They were taking turns helping one another out of their socks, so I decided to get into the shower. I stepped into the steam and adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature, letting it wash over my body. The warmth felt good and seemed to revitalize me somewhat. I ducked my head under the stream and closed my eyes, letting the water rinse through my hair and relax me. When I straightened and opened my eyes I realized the ladies were standing just outside the shower door looking in. I smiled at them and directed the water against the back wall of the shower. Monica opened the door and my wife stepped into the shower, followed by Monica. My wife smiled and reached up to kiss me as Monica shut the door behind her. It was quite cozy in the shower, none of us could move much without brushing against another. I turned the water back over us and the ladies took turns turning under the stream, fully wetting themselves. Then they both turned to me and pushed me against the back wall of the shower, descending together upon my chest with their mouths, their hands roaming freely over my body. They each found one of my nipples and kissed and sucked at them until they grew hard. My wife bit softly at the nipple in her mouth, looking up at me with a playful smile. I gasped and arched my back into her; she knew how much I loved nipple play. Monica reached up with a hand and pinched my nipple between two of her fingers, pulling it out away from my body. She flicked her tongue rapidly over it, teasing me mercilessly. I couldn't find my voice to complain. My wife snaked her hand down to my crotch, finding me in a state of semi-arousal. She pulled gently on me and then reached for the soap. Monica reached over and turned off the water, leaving the sound of the drain and wet bodies moving against one another. My wife began to work the soap over my chest, working up a rich lather which Monica began spreading over my shoulders and arms. My wife worked her way down and gently began washing my genital area, working soap between my legs and around to my ass. Monica continued washing me neck and back and I leaned into her, rubbing my soapy chest against her breasts. I reached down and took the bar of soap from my wife who had just finished thoroughly soaping me up from the waist down. I began to soap up Monica's torso as my wife assisted. I pulled Monica until she was standing facing me, with my wife behind her. I pushed my soapy body against hers and reached behind her to my wife, handing off the soap again. My wife soaped up Monica's back from her shoulders to her calves and stood, leaning against Monica to embrace her from behind. I stepped away slightly and pulled my wife around so they had exchanged positions. Monica took the soap and repeated my wife's treatment, soaping her from the shoulders down to her calves. I looked down into my wife's eyes and kissed her deeply, our bodies rubbing together, slippery and wet with the suds. Monica returned the soap to the dish and wrapped her arms around the two of us, joining us in the slippery embrace. My wife broke our kiss and turned around to face Monica. They looked into one another's eyes, reached out and slid into each other's arm, kissing deeply with open mouths. I stepped forward and took them both in my arms, pressing my body against my wife from behind. After a long, passionate moment they parted slightly and turned, once again exchanging positions. My wife reached around from behind Monica and cupped each of her breasts in her hands. I stepped forward and pressed my body against Monica and kissed her fully on the lips, our tongues danced slowly as her hands roamed over my bottom. My hands were gliding up and down my wife's sides, enjoying her curves. Finally, the three of us stood so that we were all facing into the center of the shower and we pressed our naked, sudsy bodies together, groping, fondling, caressing and kissing another, simply enjoying the closeness. Then I reached over and turned the water back on. As the water cascaded down over us, rinsing away the soap, we stayed close, touching one another, wiping away soap here, kissing and fondling there. We took turns exploring each other sexually, with tongues, with fingers, until we were moaning with sensual passion in a chorus that echoed throughout the tile bathroom. We were working each other over, mounting arousal and desire, solely to turn one another on, we were not seeking release. This was about building; about climbing. Lament Finally my wife broke the quiet, looking up at me. "I need you inside of me," she said. I smiled, reached over and turned off the water. * * * We stood for a moment, dripping in the shower, before Monica turned and pushed the shower door open. A wave of cool air washed in over us as the steam billowed from the shower. Monica stepped out of the shower, reached for the towels and turned to hand them into us. My wife stopped her and stepped out of the shower, smiling and standing expectantly with her arms slightly raised. Monica took the hint and with a playful grin began toweling my wife off. She took her time, gently rubbing the towel over my wife's entire body, turning the drying experience into a sensual one. When my wife was completely toweled off, she reached up and grabbed a clean towel. Monica dropped the towel she was holding and raised her arms slightly, smiling at my wife. My wife began to towel Monica off; showing the same gentle interest Monica had shown earlier. I stood in the shower quietly and watched, my arousal boiling at a fever pitch. My wife finally finished drying Monica and the two ladies turned and looked at me, smiling. I wasn't inclined to keep them waiting. I stepped from the shower as the two women each grabbed a fresh towel from the rack. They turned and began to go over my body as they'd done to one another, taking their time, exploring as much as drying. Monica teased me with the towel, taking special interest in my groin, ensuring that I maintained my erection. Finally, my wife dropped her towel and reached out and wrapped a warm hand around my shaft. "Come with me," she commanded me playfully. "I'm not in a position to argue with you, my dear," I responded. With that, she led me from the bathroom, my very hard erection in her warm hand. She led me into the bedroom, stopped, turned, and pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around me in a warm, deep kiss. She broke the kiss and turned to Monica, who'd followed us from the bathroom, and repeated the kiss, warm and deep, full on Monica's mouth, who returned it passionately. As my wife kissed Monica she steered her gently to the bedside, where they both paused briefly to climb onto the bed. Monica crab-walked backwards until she was lying on her back in the center of our large, California king-sized bed with my wife straddling her, where they resumed their sensual embrace. I stood beside the bed and watched, my wife's breasts hanging, spreading out to cover Monica's smaller breasts beneath them. My wife had one hand entwined in Monica's wet hair, her fingers gathering it and holding tightly. With her other hand she was stroking gently up and down Monica's side, occasionally sliding her fingers up to where their breasts were pressed together. Monica's hands were roaming over my wife's sides, back and bottom, trying to be everywhere at once, exploring, caressing and touching. Their moans were picking up, as was my arousal. My wife raised her head and looked at me. "I need to feel you inside me, fill me like you did her," she gasped before turning back to Monica. I climbed onto the bed and crawled over behind my wife's beautifully displayed ass. I swung a leg over Monica's legs and straddled her, she moaned as I did so. I slid myself forward until my thighs were pressed up against the backs of my wife's legs, my hard shaft pointing at the ceiling, nestled warmly in the crevice of her bottom. She moaned into Monica's mouth as she pushed back against me. I reached down and placed my hands on her hips, grinding against her, my shaft filling the length of her valley. She pushed back again, squeezing me between the two of us. I rocked back slightly as I pushed her gently forward, giving myself enough room to reach down and line myself up with her wet opening. I pushed myself into her vagina slowly, ensuring that she felt every inch. When I was fully inside of her, I held myself still, just enjoying the sensation of being coupled with her. Again she spoke breathlessly, "I want to feel you in my ass..." I didn't speak. I slowly withdrew myself from her velvet grip, watching as each inch was slowly revealed as I pulled my cock from her depths. When I'd completely withdrawn I slid the head upwards, wet from her sex, and rested it against the pucker of her anus. I looked into the mirrored headboard of our bed and made eye contact with her. She returned my gaze lustfully and pushed back against me slightly, feeling me against her tight backdoor. "When you're ready, take a deep breath and as you release it, rock back against him to push him into you," advised Monica quietly. My wife dropped her gaze and engulfed Monica in a kiss. At the same time she rocked backwards against me, pushing to open her nether passage to me. I leaned slightly into her, providing resistance rather than an actual thrust. My wife moaned, the deep and guttural sound muted by Monica's lips. I watched, mesmerized as the head of my cock strained against her opening, before suddenly disappearing into her as her sphincter released and stretched around me. "Oh!" exclaimed my wife, stiffening as her gaze snapped up into the mirror. "The tip is inside you, baby," I whispered encouragingly. "It feels so huge... I don't know if I can do this..." she panted softly. With that, Monica reached up with one hand and pulled my wife back to her mouth, kissing her deeply. "Just relax... think about everything else except his cock..." Monica whispered against her lips. My wife moaned slightly and returned the kiss with a renewed passion. Monica slid her other hand down between them, her fingers sliding between the wet lips of my wife's sex. She teased my shaft briefly with her fingertips, before sliding her fingers inside my wife, coating them with the slickness of her arousal. My wife moaned much louder in response to Monica's attentions, pushing back against the fingers inside of her, and subsequently me as well. I exhaled a slow, pleasure-filled breath as my wife's grip on my shaft loosened and I advanced deeper into her hot depths. My wife grunted softly and pushed back, taking me all the way into her ass until her cheeks were pressed up against my groin. I could feel Monica's slender fingers, separated from me by a thin membrane; they slid along my length as she slowly fucked my wife. My wife paused, allowing herself to acclimate to my throbbing invasion of her bottom. Monica stroked her fingers in and out of my wife's sex a few more times, then pulled them out and began to tease her clitoris. My wife started rolling her hips at the increased stimulation, moaning all the while into Monica's mouth. She broke the kiss and pushed herself up slightly, propping herself up with both hands on Monica's chest, her fingers splayed across her breasts. She looked into the mirror and made eye contact with me, her chest heaving as she rotated her hips slowly, causing me to move slightly in her tight embrace. After several moments, she spoke two words: "Fuck me." I tightened my grip on her waist and began to slowly stroke in and out of her. I found a gentle and steady rhythm and watched in the mirror as my wife closed her eyes and began kneading Monica's breasts. Her mouth hung open yet she didn't make a sound, she just held onto Monica with two hands and rode my hard shaft. I steadily increased the speed of my thrusts, but kept the strokes long and deep, pushing myself fully into her snug orifice on each down stroke. Monica increased her tempo on my wife's clit, matching mine, and my wife began to meet each of my thrusts with her own counterthrust against me. She'd dropped her head so that it was hanging down between her shoulders, her hair sweeping across Monica's face with erratic movements. Monica had reached up with her other hand and was clutching at my wife's pendulous breasts as they swung freely. My wife had started whimpering with each of my thrusts into her bottom, urging me not to stop, begging me to continue, as if she were verbally coaxing herself toward orgasm. In response to the moment, I felt my scrotum tightening against me, signaling that my own orgasm was not all that far off. I was pumping myself in and out of my wife's bottom with deep, firm thrusts causing her butt to ripple with each impact. The only sounds in the room were the slap of our bodies together and her deep chanting that was steadily rising in pitch. Monica joined in the chorus, encouraging her on. "Oh yeah... that's it, baby, he's going to make you cum, isn't he? You want to cum with him in your ass, don't you?" Suddenly my wife whipped her head back and let out cross between a moan and a howl, her body shuddering and shaking as it was completely consumed by a massive orgasm. Her ass squeezed at my shaft, pulsing and gripping at me, pulling me along towards my inevitable release. Monica's fingers danced over my wife's sex, driving her higher and higher, as wave after wave of a series of orgasms assaulted my wife. She arched backwards, reaching back to pull me to her. I leaned forward, kissing her as she continued to moan in loud ecstasy. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Cum in my ass!" she commanded. That was all it took to drive me over the edge. I wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust up into her as deeply as I could one last time and held myself there as I throbbed with a quietly intense climax. We toppled forward into Monica's waiting arms as I kept pushing myself as deeply into my wife's tight backdoor as I could. My body was rigid with pleasure as I pulsed within her tight, throbbing grip. I could my wife slowly coming down from her orgasms, I could hear Monica whispering softly to her, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as my third orgasm of the night slowly ebbed. Monica reached up between my wife's legs and lightly stoked my tight scrotum, causing my shaft to jerk and twitch inside my wife. With shaky arms I gingerly pushed myself back up into a kneeling position and watched as I slowly pulled myself from my wife. Her ass would tighten down on my softening cock as it withdrew, inch by inch, and each time she'd shudder slightly with a small aftershock of pleasure. When I'd pulled myself fully from my wife she rolled off of Monica to one side as I collapsed on the other. She lay quietly for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and then spoke: "That was sooo good... I never knew it could be like that." I just smiled as I drifted off to sleep. It was a common lament. Lamentation The sunlight echoed in his sizzling footsteps, the shade only offering momentary relief from the intensity. Edward could feel the heat blistering his feet as he walked across the compound, in spite of the two pairs of thermal socks. He was careful to avoid stepping on the Centes, the tiny sentient inhabitants of this searing world. Finally reaching Aria's housing complex, he submitted the entry code and waited for the whoosh of the outer airlock. After a short pause he saw the door open and quickly stepped into the initial entry foyer immediately removing his headgear and facemask, letting the cool air billow over his sweaty face. The outer door sealed itself with a clang and an extended hiss, sealing the building from the furnace outside. Watching the inner door open, Edward paused, letting the cooling oxygen dry his face before he stepped into the inner foyer. "I am here to visit Aria," he thought, "short term social contact, with sexual activity preferred." "Will you need Centes translation for the sex?" the receptionist silently asked. "Aria has made those arrangements," he telepathically replied. "I hope," he thought. "What was that?" "Sorry, stray thought there, please ignore that last," he apologized. Edward was accustomed to the Centes' thought speak and normally corralled his mind, but his anticipation today had him on edge. "You are projecting," the receptionist thought. "I am sorry." "Oh no, it is very beautiful, I only wish I was translating for you and Aria tonight if what you project actually happens." The tiny creature rippled slightly sharing Edwards's erotic vision. "I ooze at your vision," she continued sensuously. "Thank you. I hope one day to feel your ripples on my hard cock," he thought, complimenting the diminutive Cente. "My essence is female in your presence," she replied as she opened the elevator door for him. "May you and Aria share your sex well." Edward nodded, adjusting his cock in salute to the Cente as the door closed. The elevator moved upward for a few moments and then shifted its motion to horizontal before opening up outside Aria's door. Thinking about the receptionist, he made a note to mention it to Aria, perhaps she would let it translate them next time. The door opened and Edward breathed an intoxicating fragrance as he stepped inside and traversed a short hallway. Aria waited for him in her living area, sitting luxuriantly on her divan, her fingers gently caressed the phallic form of her Cente. She looked up at him and spoke, "Ah, I'm glad you are here." Edward smiled, momentarily speechless and looked at the slender woman dressed in a filament pantsuit that almost concealed the naked form of her body. Through her clothing he could see the faint circles of her nipples and the dark triangle between her legs. Feeling his cock harden he replied, "I am glad I am here." "Edward, this is Inno," she said, running her hand down the long shaft of its body. Bemused a bit at her naming of the Cente, he nodded respectfully to it, thinking, "I long your female essence." The Cente's shape softened as it silently replied, "Your length draws me. She names me, in her way she honors me, so I accept my name Inno." Edward thought, "Inno, may you conform to my cock in the divine ecstasy of Aria's cunt." "I look forward to translating the fluids of your fuck," Inno replied telepathically. Moving over to Aria, Edward kneeled on one knee and kissed her on the mouth as his hand touched the scanty fabric covering her pussy. Feeling a wet warmth on his hand he opened his mouth as her tongue slipped between his lips. Standing, he helped Aria up from the couch, and unfastened the restraint tabs on her garment and watched as it evaporated into a fragrant wisp. He quickly removed his heat suit and underclothing and they embraced, their naked flesh joining as they kissed again. A thought from Inno entered Edward's mind, "Would you like to taste her cunt as you prepare for me?" "Yes," Edward actually whispered, kneeling before her and burying his face between her legs. She moved her feet apart giving Edward better access to her pussy as she reached down and picked up the Cente translator. Placing Inno on her breast, she felt it flow in a twisting spiral around her nipple. Feeling the sensation, her mind transmitted her pleasure to the Cente and wanting Edward to share the communication, she moved one of his hands, touching it to Inno's form. Suddenly Edward not only tasted the tangy essence of Aria's cunt, but he felt the sensations she experienced, not only of Inno circling her nipple, but of his own tongue as it penetrated her silken lips. Moving his mouth to her clit, he learned of the incredible fire a woman experiences in that tiny nub. Inno's thought penetrated his mind, "We approach intensity, may I join you with Aria now?" "Yes," Aria groaned. Her thought, "Fuck me," seemed directed at the entire room. Helping her settle onto the floor, Edward watched as she took the Cente and wrapped its pliant form over his cock. Feeling Inno ripple over him, he quickly dropped to his knees and moved between Aria's open legs. He moved his cock toward her pussy, feeling Inno's form reach out and open her lips. Thrusting his hips forward, Edward felt Inno's form reduce to a thin, liquid coating as his cock entered Aria. The Cente enhanced what Edward felt as his hard rod slipped into the wet, soft and warm folds of Aria's pussy. He could sense not only the feeling of her pussy around his cock; he could also feel what Aria felt as she was penetrated, with the telepathic connection the Cente created between them. Moving his hips, he slowly pressed himself into her cunt, experiencing his own cock as it entered his body. Withdrawing, he could feel the sensation of fullness dissipate as his cock slid back out of Aria's pussy and then with his thrust, the fullness returned. Through Inno they linked, man, woman and Cente in a seething mass of sensation, secretion and pulsation. The incredibly electric feelings that coursed Aria and Edward would normally drive them to orgasm in mere seconds, but beneath Inno's sensual blanket, each tiptoed on the verge of coming time and time again as they writhed on the floor. To fuck and be fucked at the same time, to experience the wet, warmth of cunt, to feel the penetrating hard cock, the softness of its skin, the touch of wet skin to nipple, of tongue to tongue all encompassed in one experience, overwhelmed the lovers. Tears streamed down Aria's face with each ecstatic thrust of Edward's glorious cock, and he groaned in the incredible softness of her cunt. Their motion became religion, they prayed in grunts and moans, they worshiped in the wet splash of their skin and they deified their cock and cunt in union as they verged on climax for moments, minutes... for hours. Finally, as the last of their strength coursed though them, they came together, Edward's steaming cum and Aria's glorious juices all absorbed into Inno's ecstatic form. They melted together, breathless and exhausted, their joined bodies slowly, wetly shrinking and finally falling apart as Inno flowed from them and they became three. Both humans suddenly felt the beauty of a poem saturate their minds as Inno recited: From wings of mist you descend through the waning twilight piercing the silence, my euphoria with your enchanted duende. We touch -- tearing threads of convention as together we disappear in remembrance the lamentation of forgotten worlds. Wisdom fades 'til the end of time as I enter the window to your soul and we join in celestial ecstasy. Feeling the words course his body Edward looked at Aria and whispered, "You were incredible." He then wondered whether he meant Aria or Inno, realizing he meant both. Only hours later, when he dressed to leave did he actually wonder what Aria might be like without the Cente. Remembering the bitter disappointment sex without a Cente translator was like; he knew he probably would never know. Whispering, "Goodbye," Edward stepped out of Aria's quarters and headed for the waiting elevator. After the short ride over and down, he walked out into the inner foyer, adjusting his heat suit. "I see your experience was satisfying," rolled into his mind. "Yes, it was," he thought to the receptionist. "I wish I was there, rippling your cock," she replied. "I too wish to feel your female essence," he thought, politely responding to her. "You know..." she wavered, "You know, I could... by myself." Edward suppressed a gasp at her perverse suggestion. He tried to mask his initial reaction at the suggestion of a man and Cente alone together, but he saw the receptionist recoil a bit at his reaction. "Forgive me, the hardness of your erection is to be shared with another from earth. Forgive my perversion," she said telepathically. "No, please. I find you appealing, my cock longs your essence," he said, stroking himself in front of her. Seeing his respectful response, the Cente's mind calmed. "Please stay cool sir," she sent. "I will think of your words, of my cock alone with your essence," he replied, a bit shocked at the blasphemy of his thoughts. "I will stay cool as January." "January?" "An earth name for one of our units of time equivalent to roughly one revolution of the moon called a month. January is during the coldest part of the year where I am from." "January, I like that," she replied as the inner door to the airlock opened. "Goodbye... January," he thought to her. Understanding his reason for calling her January, she radiated a feeling that felt like a smile to him. "Yes, I do like January," he sensed in his mind as the door closed, sealing her thoughts from him. The outer door then opened and he exited into the glaring heat, thinking of January, the cool breeze of the month and the erotic possibilities of the Cente he now called January.