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All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 01

By: satyricon.21



BRUSSELS, LATE AUGUST

I sat in the hotel room watching Elena sleeping and wondered what this year was going to be like. Vienna had been so unexpected and fulfilling that Brussels was going to seem like an anticlimax if I wasn't careful. I promised myself that I'd think positive.

I made another mental note not to deal with governments again. They have all the money there is and when it comes to spending it on anything useful they're as tight as a duck's ass in winter. I'd had to be at my most stubborn when the charge d'affaires was talking. Her English was slow but excellent, and she needed no lessons from me at all. Apparently her staff were another matter.

'We're a small Balkan country, Mr. Lancer, not the World Bank. You're asking for an enormous amount of money, which ultimately comes from the taxpayer.'

'The money is from EU funds, Miss Strevic, so don't tug at my heart strings. You want me to give five hours of classes a day to seven people, in two groups, and you say that the timetable may change at short notice. That's a much higher number of students than I normally handle. You've asked me to change my normal method of payment and I've agreed. You've beaten me down to living in a pension instead of a hotel. I suggest you check my references and my track record again, and then agree to pay me the monthly fee we originally agreed: I'd remind you that I said when you first contacted me that I have two other prospective clients this year.'

She'd sighed and signed her copy of our agreement.

'Everyone says you're a miracle worker, but no-one told me you were so hard. I don't understand why you insist on being paid monthly in advance.'

'Because I don't trust politicians. If I'm not paid, the lessons stop.' She'd shrugged.

'Well, it's done now. I hope you're as good as everyone says. Nobody understands our language and there just aren't enough interpreters. It's my head on the block if the whole team isn't competent in English by next June.' Now that the bargaining was over she'd relaxed and become more like a person. A tired and overworked person. I looked at her sympathetically and sensed worry and the beginnings of depression.

'Your bosses are all over you and you're not sleeping very well. Why don't you come and have a drink and fill me in on my students. I bet you haven't relaxed since your country joined the EU.' She'd looked up at me, examining me intently.

'Your eyes are very compelling, Mr. Lancer.' I concentrated on projecting relaxation waves, and the pleasure of a normal evening out. Her face softened and she leaned back in her chair as the idea settled into her. I stifled a smile, pleased that I hadn't lost my touch. Temptation is a terrible thing.

'We'll be working together, Miss Strevic, so call me Luke. What should I call you?'

'Elena,' she'd said. 'You've persuaded me, Luke. Let's go and have a drink.'

**********

We ended up in a quiet restaurant that I'd discovered while I was waiting for her government to make up its mind. She looked around curiously.

'This is nice. I haven't really had time to explore Brussels. I'm from a small town and there are times when I feel very provincial here.'

'Why are you here anyway? How does a girl from a small town make it to be deputy head of a national delegation?' She shrugged.

'Knowing English, working much too hard, kissing the right asses...'

'Not having to kiss anything else?' She blushed and shook her head but said nothing, so I poured us both some wine and raised my glass.

'Here's to you, Elena. I'm going to enjoy working with you.' She smiled and sipped and I concentrated some more on helping her to relax. My money was going to be channeled through this woman and I wanted her on my side. 

About thirty five years old, I guessed, with her face showing faint lines of tension. She was still slim, but her body had the look that says exercise has been lacking. I thought she was cute, and with a little attention could be cute plus: her breasts filled her formal jacket very nicely and what I had seen of her legs suggested that the whole package would be worth unwrapping. Long dark hair and eyes that slanted slightly added a touch of the exotic, and her wide mouth looked as if it was made for kissing.

The food came with the pomp that Belgians love. This is a country that cares about its collective stomach. When the edge of appetite had been blunted I leaned back.

'So where are you lot living, if money's so short?' She grimaced.

'We've got that office we call an Embassy and we're living in a rented house about three kilometers out of town. It's big enough, just, but the juniors have to share. The Ambassador's got a flat nearer the centre.' I nodded. 

'So they're playing on your idealism and loyalty. That sounds about right for politicians. OK, no more questions. You look exhausted. Let's finish this and have a brandy and we'll get going.' She smiled faintly.

'Thanks. You're right about me being tired. I don't think I've relaxed properly like this for months. You're quite a soothing person to be with.' 

'I do my best.' I concentrated hard on the idea of a soothing nap and possibly a little soothing hanky panky. As we went out into the warm evening she swayed, clutching at my arm.

'I think I'm a little bit tipsy. I can't go back to the house like this. The others will snigger and everything... Luke, can I sober up a bit at your pension?'

'Sure. You can have one of my famous neck massages as well.' She said nothing, but leaned into my shoulder and closed her eyes.

**********

I'd insisted that they arrange a suite for me at the pension: a room for living and a room for teaching. With a firm booking for a year the management had been happy to cooperate. I opened the door and ushered her inside. The brandy had hit her like a train and as I helped her out of her jacket I was surprised to find only a bra beneath it. I'd had her marked down as a vest or slip girl at least. I laid her on the bed and eased her shoes off. She lay bonelessly, her eyes closed, looking ten years younger than the harassed woman I'd been arguing with three hours before. I rolled her over gently onto her front and began to rub her neck softly.

'God, that's so good. Don't stop.' She raised her arms and cradled her head, and I leaned over further and used both hands to massage the muscles in her shoulders. They were like bars of iron, but I focused energy into them through my fingers and felt them slowly start to relax. She purred quietly and I moved my hands further down her back, maintaining the rhythm and pressure. She made no protest when I unsnapped her bra and began to work on her back muscles. 

Within ten minutes she was deeply asleep. I sat back, then rolled her over again, lifted her bra from her body and eased her skirt down over her hips. Now she was wearing only her panties and I looked at her sleeping form. I'd been right about cute. Her body was younger than her face, and as she lay on the white sheets it looked stupendous. Her breasts were still firm, with just a hint of a sag, and her thighs were smooth and strong. A couple of hours a week at the gym and she'd definitely be cute plus. Her skin was a light olive color, and as smooth as silk. I drew the quilt over her and sat in the armchair, watching her sleeping face and trying to tune in to her dreams. They were tinged with an erotic imagery that surprised me with its intensity.

It was nearly two hours before she stirred and opened her eyes. For a moment she didn't know where she was, then I saw color flood her cheeks as she remembered. She began to sit up, realized she was almost naked, and lay down again, pulling the quilt up to her neck. I stayed still and smiled at her.

'Don't worry. You fell asleep and I loosened your clothing and covered you up, just like it says in the first aid manuals. How do you feel?'

'Much better and completely relaxed. What did you do to me?'

'Not a lot. I rubbed your neck and shoulders and you fell asleep. You must trust me a little already.' She looked at me shyly.

'I suppose. I need to go to the bathroom'.

'I'll close my eyes. Why don't you have a quick shower? There's a robe in there you can use'. I put my hands ostentatiously over my eyes and as she scurried past me I caught a whiff of musk. Her dreams must have been hotter than I thought. The bathroom door closed and I heard water begin to run. I went through the connecting door and turned on the coffee machine that I'd invested in.

After ten minutes she reappeared, wrapped in my oversized robe and toweling her hair vigorously. I looked at her appreciatively.

'Sit down and I'll bring you some coffee and a comb.' 

'Luke, you're a mind reader. I'm going to have to be careful round you.'

'No need for that. I'm trustworthy and discreet and I don't bite unless I'm asked to.' When I came back with a tray of coffee she was sitting in the armchair with her legs tucked under her. I poured a cup for her and set it on the arm of the chair.

'Get yourself outside that. You look as if you need it.' She sipped and then sighed.

'I feel so much better. You could be a masseur instead of a teacher.' I shook my head.

'No way. The temptation's too strong. I always start thinking naughty thoughts. I had to be careful not to lose control with you. I don't want to cause an international incident and be a fugitive for the rest of my life.' This time she laughed properly.

'You do exaggerate. I think you're a person who's very firmly in control of himself. But I'm glad that you had to be careful. I haven't been feeling that attractive recently.'

'Nonsense. What you've been feeling is overworked and underappreciated. I bet that with the right attention you could glow.' Now she blushed.

'I was glowing when I woke up. I think I was dreaming of you losing control.' Her hand flew to her mouth. 'God, where did that come from? You'll think I'm an absolute slut.' Her face was crimson again and I made soothing noises.

'I'll be dreaming of you tonight if I'm lucky.' I finished my coffee. 'Well, either we finish your massage therapy or I call a cab for you. What do you think?' She looked at me carefully.

'Are you trustworthy enough not to let the therapy affect our working relationship? I'm your employer, after all.'

'You're the one who has to decide that, Elena.' She sat quietly for a few minutes, combing her hair and thinking, and I worked on projecting the pleasures of an extended massage. She wriggled slightly and her breathing quickened a little, then she came to a decision and stood up, letting the robe slip from her shoulders.

'You'd better do your worst. If it all goes wrong I can always sack you.' I looked exaggeratedly at her crotch and raised my eyebrows

'I notice that you didn't put your panties back on after your shower, Elena. If I was a cynical person I'd think you made your mind up while you were in there.' She shrugged and blushed, then went over to the bed and lay down.

'You said something about massage therapy.' I got up and began to undo my shirt.

'The complete therapy package is often enhanced by full skin contact.' She smiled to herself.

'I thought it might be.'

My cock was throbbing gently as I approached the bed. She was lying on her front, her arms cradling her head again, and I knelt astride her thighs. The base of my cock rested in the crease of her buttocks and she shivered slightly as I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders, flexing my fingers over the muscles. As I worked I felt her body readying itself, her breathing deepening and her buttocks tightening slightly. Her thighs trembled a little as I drew my hands down to the small of her back. I put my thumbs carefully on either side of the vertebra that marked the separation of her buttocks and rolled them gently round the little pad of softness. She drew her breath in with a hiss.

'God, what are you doing? That feels so nice.' I carried on over her ass, keeping my hands away from the crease, and she thrust herself up towards me, trying to increase the contact, but I pushed her hips down again and ran my hands hard along her flanks. She relaxed and I gave each leg the full, sinew stretching treatment, finishing by separating and flexing her toes. Then I tapped her ass.

'Time to turn over, if you dare.' She rolled over and stretched luxuriously, flaunting herself.

'Take a good look, Mr. Therapist. Where are you going to start?' She was releasing the aroma of desire and as she opened her legs slightly it grew stronger. I could feel my nostrils flare involuntarily and my cock twitched. I've always been sensitive to the scent of lust.

My cock was at half stand and I could feel it thickening as I gazed at her. Her teats were straining from her breasts, the pebbled areolas pulled into ovals by the taut flesh of her nipples. She had trimmed her dark bush and it only half hid the deep red lips of her pussy. They glistened with moisture and I decided that further massage was unnecessary. 

'Where would you like me to start, Miss Patient?' Her hips pushed towards me and her voice was husky.

'Wherever you like. It's been months, and that was just an accidental quickie. Take your time, please.' I shuffled backwards and bent over her crotch, inhaling deeply. Her scent was delicate and light, a mixture of spice and something more basic. I blew gently onto the head of her slit and her legs slid further apart. Her cuntlips were swollen with need, and her hands had moved to her breasts and were kneading and tugging at the soft flesh impatiently. There was a sense of urgency emanating from her and I followed my instincts. Moving up her body, I set my cock at the entrance to her pussy and drove my hips forward. She was open and hungry and I slid into her without any hesitation, filling her completely. She was wetter than I'd thought and her drenched cunt stretched smoothly to accommodate me as she thrust upwards.

'Ohmygod...' Her voice broke off as I bore down on her mound with my pubic bone and fastened my lips over one rigid nipple, biting the firm flesh and rolling my tongue over the tip. It was as if a dam had been breached. Her hands locked round my neck and she raised her legs, twisting them over my buttocks and hammering the small of my back with her heels. Her cuntwalls rippled against the surface of my cock and her teeth closed painfully on my shoulder. Her body was arching spasmodically and I concentrated on holding myself inside her till the convulsions passed. Finally she quietened and her grip on me relaxed. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

'What happened to take your time please?' I asked. Her face and breasts were still flushed with orgasm, but she colored afresh at my question.

'I told you it's been ages, and when you went so far in and pressed my clit I couldn't stop, and then you touched my nipple and it was like a bomb going off. I'm sorry I bit you so hard.' I lowered my head and kissed her. 

'As long as you haven't got rabies. Shall I just start again?' I was still buried deep within her, and I flexed my cock as I spoke. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her hips beginning to roll again as she felt me throb in her.

'Please.' I raised myself and began to move slowly, rubbing my cockhead softly round her clinging walls. The ring of muscle at the opening of her cunt grasped me as she writhed, trying to prevent my withdrawing, but I pulled back until only the tip of my prick was in her. Her labia fluttered and she rolled her head desperately. I let myself slide back into her as slowly as I knew how, concentrating on the sparks of sensation that flashed between us as the contact increased. I dropped my head to her breasts and suckled on them gently, feeling her heart beating fast and strong under my lips. She moaned softly and I began to lengthen my stroke, dragging the rim of my cockhead over the spongy raised patch of her G spot. The energy flowing between us cranked up a notch and I sensed her toes pointing as a small climax washed over her. I felt the familiar lurch as my balls swelled and drew themselves up to the base of my cock, and I quickened the tempo of our fucking, pulling her with me and letting my urgency spill over into her.

She drew a gasping breath and began to grind hard against me, muttering in a language I didn't understand. Whatever she was saying was positive and I drove into her harder, filling the bubble of sexual force within her until it was on the point of bursting again.

With one final thrust I pushed myself over the edge and spurted deep into her, and as the first wash of semen coated her vagina she exploded too. She wailed softly and her body bucked, almost tearing us apart. Her back was arched in a bow, and she held us both clear of the mattress while our orgasms flooded through us. After what seemed an age her body slumped and she held my head to her breast, stroking my hair and whispering endearments. I couldn't understand a word but I gathered that she felt OK. I raised my head to kiss her and was surprised to see her face streaked with tears

'What's wrong, sweetheart?' She sniffed and rubbed her face on my chest.

'Nothing, Luke. Just realizing how long it's been since I felt wanted. What's the time?' I squinted at my alarm clock.

'Coming up to midnight, Cinderella. Do you have to be anywhere?' She shook her head.

'Not really, but I have to get up early. Tomorrow's another full day.'

'Can you stay for seconds? The first course was pretty basic.' I moved my hips suggestively and felt her cunt grasp at my softening prick. She shook her head again.

'I'd love to, but I'd better not. Are you the sort of guy who thinks once is for ever?'

'Christ, no. Don't scare me like that. And what's more I'll behave impeccably tomorrow when you introduce me to your team. Maybe you'd like to have a meal some time next week and I'll bring you up to speed with their attitudes in case you need to crack the whip.' She reached up and hugged me, then ruffled my hair.

'Thank God for an adult. And thanks for not pushing. That makes a big difference.' I rolled off her and she followed me into the bathroom. We showered quickly and she dressed with one eye on the clock.

'If I don't get at least five hours sleep I'm a wreck. Give me a kiss, Luke, and I'll run.'

'You had a two hour nap already, so don't worry too much.' She smiled and kissed me again and was gone. I heard the sound of her heels receding down the corridor and smiled complacently to myself. She was probably on my side by now.

*********

The next morning she was crisp and distant and professional. I didn't dare risk even a wink and made sure I paid close attention to the team she was introducing. As she presented them formally I made mental notes.

Three guys and four girls, all under thirty, all keen as mustard and anxious to shine. Young countries produce young elites, and I wondered what sort of backgrounds these kids were from. I shook hands with the men and kissed the women on both cheeks. It's a European thing. They were looking at me nervously: Heaven only knew what Elena had told them about me or what pressures they were under to succeed, but they were definitely going to be different from my usual spoilt rich kid pupils. Elena was speaking and looking at her watch at the same time.

'Mr. Lancer is going to give you level tests and an oral exam each now and when I get back I'll talk to him and we'll decide on the groups and times. It's going to be a lot of work for you to do this and your jobs as well, and you won't see the rewards straight away, but it'll be worth it.' She nodded to me and whisked out. I watched her retreating back and then turned to my students.

'OK, I'm Luke, not Mr. Lancer. That's point one. Point two is that you all know some English already or you wouldn't be here, so you know what to expect. Point three is that Miss Strevic was right: it's going to be hard work for all of you and for me too, and there'll be times when we hate each other; and point four, my students always pass their exams. Always. Now let's find out who's who and see how we're going to do it.'


All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 02a



BRUSSELS, MID SEPTEMBER

My afternoon students had left and I was tidying the classroom. Thank God for Friday, I thought as I put the last piles of paper back in the files. It had been a hard three weeks getting the mood of the two classes to the point where everyone meshed and their enthusiasm grew as the learning curve steepened. I wandered back into the bedroom and began to undress. A quick shower, a couple of beers and then some exotic food, I mused as I stepped into the shower. Maybe I'd hit a few clubs later to see if I got lucky.

I'd persuaded the pension management to give me a small fridge and a microwave for the classroom, and had stocked it carefully. Now I lay in the armchair in my robe, nibbling cheese and sipping white wine while I pondered what sort of exotic I fancied. Footsteps sounded outside the door and there was a knock. 

'Hello, Luke.'

'Hi, Elena. What brings you here? Sit down and have some wine: you look completely knackered.' She flopped into a chair and drank thirstily.

'God, I needed that.' I refilled her glass and she went on. 'I've been in meetings all day. You've no idea how much work I've done this week. These classes are tearing into the team's time. Still, they're not complaining.'

'They're nice kids, and they're keen to learn. How are you managing?' She made a discontented face.

'I've had to completely reorganize my schedule and I'm not getting nearly enough sleep. But the upside is that I'm actually finding out what they're doing. I'm getting a much better idea of how this bloody European system works.'

'It's like all big organizations,' I said lazily. 'Once you know the shortcuts life gets easier. You're on a roll, girl: by the end of the year you'll know more than the Ambassador. Look on me as a career boost.' She smiled and drank more wine.

'Shall I tell you what really surprises me?' I looked expectant and she went on. 'You've been completely discreet about our evening together, and you haven't called and made panting noises about doing it again. Do you know how unusual that is?' I grinned.


'Would being indiscreet and hassling you for another date have made you think better of me?' She shook her head decisively, and I spread my hands and lay back again. 'That's why. I'm a teacher not a gigolo. You're paying me a lot of money to do a job and I've been concentrating on earning it.' She pretended to pout.

'You're annoyingly sensible. What I'd really like is to have a shower and then fuck and then go out for that meal you mentioned; I promise I won't be upset if you've got other plans, but if you have, then I'd like to book you for tomorrow or Sunday.' She sat back and smiled impishly.

'Go and have a shower, woman. Time's a-wasting and I want to smell the real you.'

**********

I was lying on the bed when she came out of the bathroom, her body glowing in the evening sun. She dived at me and we lay looking at each other, the warm, slick length of her pressing against me.

'Where do you want to start?' I murmured, trailing my fingers down her back. She wriggled with anticipation.

'Where we left off, I should think. Can you remember that far back?'

'As if it were yesterday.' I raised myself on one elbow and she rolled onto her back, her head cradled in the crook of my arm. I looked at her slim form and made a fake puzzled face. 'Hard to know where to begin really. Let's try the traditional route.' I dropped my mouth to hers and kissed her gently, then trailed my lips over her neck, feeling her soft skin under my tongue. My hand rose and traced delicate circles round her breasts, brushing over the firm teats, massaging them lightly. Her fingers began to dance over my hips and ass and my cock twitched in response. She felt the movement and I heard a smothered giggle.

'You're keen to say hello, aren't you?' she whispered.

'Not so keen as to take things too fast,' I said, and lowered my head again. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, jutting aggressively from the surface of her breasts, and I saw that once again the engorged stubs had pulled her areolas into taut ovals. I laved them gently, then pursed my lips round one and suckled at it while I squeezed and rolled the other between my fingers. She gasped quietly and her breath quickened, her hand sliding between us and curling round my throbbing prick. I swapped breasts and nipped her rigid teat, enjoying the shudder that ran through her. Her thighs slipped apart and she began to rub her mound against me, the short hairs rasping on my belly. Slipping my arm from under her neck I nuzzled her dimpled navel with my tongue, savoring the musky aroma of desire that was rising from her pussy. She squirmed eagerly and I felt her pulling at my legs. 

'Fair's fair, Luke. If you're going for appetizers then so am I. Straighten out and let me taste you.' I obeyed gladly and felt her breath on my groin. 'One thing,' she murmured shyly, 'and you don't have to if you'd rather not, but my ass is ultra clean so you needn't be worried.'

'Nor do you.' I bent my neck and nuzzled the top of her slit, inhaling deeply. Her thighs opened further and the full red lips of her pussy appeared, already beaded with welcoming dew. I swiped my tongue along the length of her cunt, collecting the nectar and tasting it expectantly. It was light and faintly spicy and my cock jerked as the pheromones hit me. Her lips slid over my glans and she began to wash me delicately with her tongue, dragging it over the ridges on the underside. Her hand cupped my balls and stroked them as I moved deeper between her legs and flicked her cuntlips with feather light touches. Her mouth tightened on me and I forced my tongue through the pleats and folds of her inner lips, searching for the entrance of her vagina. I found the ring of muscle that guarded the opening and stabbed into it, reveling in the fluttering reaction. Pulling back up her slit I found the little knotted stump of her clit and pursed my lips over it. The soft stubble that surrounded her cunt tickled my face as her hips began to roll and she pushed herself harder onto me, her breathing rising in volume as she took me deeper into her warm mouth.

Her scent was growing stronger and I kissed my way down her crack again, burying my face in her and smearing her juices over my mouth and chin. When I came to the crinkled rosette of her anus I slid my tongue round the edge before pushing the tip firmly into the little pucker in the centre. She moaned audibly and her sphincter relaxed, letting me slide deeper into her tight passage. I rimmed her slowly, enjoying the earthy taste of her secret place, and her asshole clenched urgently on my tongue, begging for more. As I complied I felt a slim finger exploring my own ass and pressing questioningly at my anus. She drove slowly into me, and my cock jerked spasmodically as I thrust deeper into her mouth. I replaced my tongue with a finger and her hips bucked, her abdominal muscles trembling as she tried to pull it further into her. I ran my lips back up her slit and settled them round her clit, circling my tongue round the base and humming softly. 

She made a strangled noise and her finger thrust deeper into my ass as her throat worked convulsively, squeezing my cockshaft. The tip of her nail settled on the mound of my prostate and began to rub it lightly and my balls lurched as they readied themselves for ejaculation. She sensed the movement and pulled her head back till her lips were round the rim of my cockhead and began to suck hard and fast, drawing me to climax. I copied her movements, sealing my lips over her clit and suckling it as if it were a nipple while I flexed my finger in her ass. I slid another finger into her cunt and that finished her. Her body convulsed as she came and the effect was to pull me with her. My asshole clenched over her finger and the first gush of semen forced itself up my shaft and filled her mouth. Unable to swallow, she pulled her head back, still in the grip of her orgasm, and the second fountain sprayed her face and hair with hot cream. I jetted again, and then again, my body pouring its energy through my cock, then stilled and let her finish, feeling her hips slackening as the last bolts of climax flashed through her. Her mouth sought out my deflating prick and engulfed it, and she lapped at me gently as our breathing slowed.

When we were still I turned round and slithered back up her body.

'Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart.' I cradled her gently and began to lick my cum from her face, pausing occasionally to transfer what I'd collected into her waiting mouth. She lay quietly as my mouth washed her and when I'd finished she stretched languorously.

'That was so nice. No-one's ever done that for me before. Usually it's just a case of pass the tissues please. You're more unusual than I'd thought. What's next?' I rolled off the bed and refilled our wine glasses, put them on the bedside table, then fetched a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped her face and hands. I got back into bed and handed her a glass.

'We sip this quietly and then I fuck you till your teeth rattle and then we have another shower and go somewhere to eat,' I said. 'Do you have a problem with any of that?'

'Can we gulp instead of sip, please?' she said, and smiled sensuously to herself.

***********

'What on earth have you done to Magda?' she asked as we finished our meal. We'd been so hungry that we'd scarcely spoken as we ate, but the atmosphere hadn't been strained.

'Nothing much,' I replied. 'I told her that she was better than she thought and promised her that we'd work on her confidence, and she's doing fine with that. Why do you ask?' Elena looked at me thoughtfully.

'She thinks the sun shines out of your ass, is all. I'd always thought she was a bit anti men, but I overheard her telling Jenica that you were the best teacher she'd ever had and that she'd die rather than disappoint you.' I shrugged.

'They all say that till they know me better. I think I've connected with Magda quicker because of the extra time we've spent together, but I'm concentrating hard on the others too. I haven't got enough time to play favorites. They all need to make a hell of a lot of progress.' She made a shushing movement with one hand.

'I'm not criticizing, just curious. You've provoked the most positive reaction I've heard from her since we arrived here. I'd been worried about her for a while and now suddenly I'm not. It's something to do with you but I can't put my finger on it.' I leaned back and shrugged again.

'I am who I am. I don't really teach: I help my students to learn and I'm very serious about that. The rest is for fun. I'm a simple soul really.' She shook her head.

'Anything but. I'm not going to be the only person in your life this year, am I?' I looked at her. She was watching me with a half smile playing on her lips. I shrugged, for what felt like the three millionth time.

'I've never been able to commit. Like I said, I am who I am.' Her turn to shrug.

'It ought to upset me, but somehow it doesn't.' Much to my relief, the conversation moved back to students and classes. Coffee came and was drunk, and she looked at her watch.

'I've got to go, Luke. I'd love to carry on, but tomorrow's going to be ultra busy. I'm going back to the office now and I'll be preparing stuff till well past midnight. I shouldn't really have spent this time with you, but I told myself I deserved a treat.' I reached out and stroked her cheek.

'My treat, sweetheart. I'm glad I wasn't booked.'

**********

The taxi dropped me at the pension and I gave Elena a kiss and climbed out.

'Don't work too hard, boss,' I said. 'I'll catch you in the week to give you the first month's progress reports, and when the business is done you can decide when and what and where.' She squeezed my hand gently and the taxi pulled away.

I watched till it rounded the corner and then turned and went into the pension. A complicated woman, I thought. Fiercely ambitious and still a human being: not a common combination. I said 'Good Evening' automatically to the receptionist as I passed through the lobby and was surprised when she stopped me.

'A visitor is waiting for you, Monsieur Lancer, but I think she's fallen asleep. She arrived about an hour ago.' I turned and looked. There was a huddled figure curled up in one of the armchairs, a backpack on the floor beside it. All I could see was a mop of blonde hair; I recognized it immediately and my heart lifted. I went over and squatted down.

'Uli?' Her face appeared and a squeal of delight rang out. A pair of arms shot out of the huddle and pulled me forwards and two soft lips clamped over mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth and we stayed locked in a kiss until I began to run short of oxygen. I pulled back and looked at her.

'What a treat, kid. What on earth are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me? I could have met you at the airport. Why aren't you busy designing something in Munich?' she smiled delightedly.

'It's a Public Holiday in Germany on Monday and I finished classes at lunchtime, and I've just told the latest idiot who thought he could order me around where he could go, and I couldn't think what to do so I thought I'd come and surprise you. Do you mind?' I felt my face splitting into a stupid grin.

'Of course I don't. It's wonderful. Have you eaten?' She shook her head.

'No, and I'm starving.'

'We'll go and get something. Hang on a minute.' I picked up her pack and went over to the desk. The receptionist looked at me curiously and I was glad I'd spent time getting her on my side. I put the pack on the desk and felt for my wallet.

'My friend's come for a surprise visit, Laura. Do you think you could look after her pack while we go and eat?' I lowered my voice. 'And if you could manage to put clean sheets on the bed, and fresh towels, then that would put me in your debt for ever.' I slid a fifty euro note over the counter as I spoke. To my surprise she winked.

'Two in the same evening? It's a good job they didn't bump into each other. Don't worry about the room. I'll deal with it myself. And I'll remember that you owe me.' I blew her a kiss and turned back to Uli.

'Sorted, girl. Let's go and get you fed'.

**********

'We could have just gone to MacDonald's or something,' she said when we were back in the pension. 'If you'd said you'd already eaten I wouldn't have been wondering why you only had a starter.'

I told you I ate with my boss, but eating by yourself while someone's watching you is horrible, and I can always manage a few mussels and a glass of wine. I hope I'm going to need the extra protein. Do you feel better?' She nodded vigorously.

'Loads, thanks.' She looked round curiously. 'So this is where you're living this year. It's quite nice really. When your e-mail said you were in a pension I was imagining a pokey little place with wobbly chairs.' She wandered round inspecting things. When she came out of the bathroom there was a puzzled frown on her face and she crossed to the bed and drew back the covers. Then she swung round and looked at me, her hands on her hips and her eyes dancing with mischief.

'Luke Lancer, you're busted. No-one has clean towels and sheets on a Friday night. You had someone here earlier and all that whispering to the receptionist and then whipping out to eat straight away was just so she could clean up the room, wasn't it? Confess!'

'You're meant to be a fashion student, not a junior detective. You're quite right. How are you going to punish me?'

'As hard as I can. Get your clothes off.' She was stripping off her T shirt as she spoke and I caught my breath as her lithe young body came into view. I scrabbled at my shirt buttons and undid my chinos. Her light summer skirt pooled round her feet and she stepped out of it, naked except for a tiny pair of black panties. Reaching forward she tugged at my boxers and sank to her knees in front of me. She grasped my prick and tugged it, then carefully rolled the foreskin back, lowered her nose and sniffed. She looked up and smiled.

'Nothing but a hint of shower gel, and neatly trimmed as well. That's my Luke, always clean and ready.' She flicked a tiny button at the side of the panties and they fell to the floor as she stood up and melted into my arms. 

'Hard and fast the first time, please, darling, and then when I've got my breath back, slow and gentle; and if you run out of energy I'll kill you.' I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her, then tossed her onto the bed and dived after her, forcing her legs apart with my knee. The scent of her desire was strong and she opened herself fully to me, her eyes half closed and glittering with lust. I ran my fingers over her straining nipples and down her soft belly to her mound. It was as smooth as silk and seemed to burn as I stroked it. She squirmed, and her hands flew to her breasts and began to pinch and roll her teats.

'Quickly, Luke, I want you in me. It's been so long since I've been filled up properly.' My cock had risen as if by magic and I lowered my face to her crotch to inhale her aroma. Her pussy was flushed and swollen, the labia parted in readiness and the soft petals of her inner lips were glistening with the fresh dew of her arousal. I kissed her clit and then raised myself back up her body. She took one hand from her breast and pulled my head down to the nipple, and as I clamped my lips round it she reached down and grasped my cock, setting it at the hot entrance to her cunt.

'Push it in,' she gasped, and I obeyed, sliding into her in one smooth thrust, forcing myself deep inside her. She drew in her breath with a hiss and then exhaled slowly, her muscles flexing round my shaft and gripping me with a thousand tiny caresses.

'Long and thick and hard as steel. That's what I've been dreaming of,' she whispered as her hips began the primitive and universal dance of lust. I twisted my head and flicked my tongue from nipple to nipple, licking and nibbling alternately. Her nails dug into my shoulders and a shudder ran through her as she tried to impale herself even harder. I slipped my hand under her buttocks and focused my consciousness into my tongue and my prick, forcing the feelings of love and lust through them and feeling her absorb them, turning them into flickers of sensation that chased through her body. She quivered under me and began to hum wordlessly as her pleasure grew. 'Just like her mother,' thought a small part of my mind as I sensed her abdominal muscles begin to flutter. I had scarcely moved since I entered her but now I drew back slightly and drove into her again, accelerating the tempo, pulling her in my wake. She raised her legs and locked them over the small of her back and the strong muscles of her vagina rippled and squeezed me as she sought the last square millimeter of contact. I forced myself back and rubbed the top of my cockhead rhythmically over her G spot and her humming rose to a soft wail. Her breath was ragged and sharp.

'Any minute, Luke,' she moaned, and bit the side of my neck hard. I thrust deep again and she began to spasm uncontrollably. I lowered my head and bit one nipple gently and she screamed softly and convulsed violently under me, her back arching and her legs trembling as they gripped me. She held us immobile for a full minute as the flashes of orgasm rolled through her, then her muscles relaxed and she sank back onto the mattress, her arms and legs still locked round me. We lay quietly. I was still harder than I'd thought was possible and I flexed my cock gently inside her. She shuddered.

'Not for a moment, please. God, that feels better. You've no idea how much I needed you.'

'You haven't been a nun since July, have you?' I asked curiously. 

'No, not really. There was a sweet boy in the summer, which was good in a gentle sort of way, and there've been a couple at college, but no-one special. You have sort of spoilt me for anyone else though. I keep comparing them to you.' She rolled us over and sat up, still impaled on my cock, and looked down at me. 'There's no need to worry though. You are who you are and you taught me much more than English. Trudi feels the same. We talk to each other on the phone a lot and we still don't understand why we're not jealous. You're a one off, Mr. Lancer.' Her face changed. 'If I don't go to the bathroom right now I'm going to piss all over you. Hang on a minute.' She lifted herself off me, and my rigid cock, released from her soft grasp, slapped hard against my stomach. She bent over and ran her tongue along it.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 02b



BRUSSELS, MID SEPTEMBER

It was a curious day. I'd been expecting to spend the time being foolish, walking through the excitement of the capital of Europe, sharing silly jokes and anticipating dinner, and then dealing with a more basic appetite. Instead I felt almost surplus to requirements. Uli was younger than Magda but she seemed older and more experienced: she took the smaller girl under her wing and spent a lot of the afternoon talking quietly to her and listening to her replies. I know girl talk when I see it and I stayed slightly apart from them and tried to focus on the mood they were generating. It seemed to be turning into a sisterly relationship. At the very least they were bonding, and it was Uli who was making the running. I wondered what she was up to.

By late afternoon I was tiring. I was about to suggest going back to the pension and resting up before the evening's planned castration when Uli forestalled me.

'Magda's going to go home and change and then come back,' she told me, 'and she's going to dress up to the nines and so am I. I need to go shopping.' I sighed. This was turning into a Hollywood production.

'OK. You're in charge. Dressed up would be better, I guess.' She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to Magda.

'I told you he's a baa lamb once you get past the intensity. Give him a kiss and go and get ready.' Magda did as she was told, kissing me with surprising force. I was surprised all over again by the frank sexuality hiding under the nervous shell. She wound her arms round my neck and slid her tongue deep into my mouth, holding me for a long time, then released me, pecked Uli on the cheek and hurried off, waving for a cab. I turned to Uli.

'Alright, my sweet: you're going to tell me everything or I'm going to spank you extremely briskly and then refuse to fuck you.' She made a whimpering noise but her eyes were sparkling.

'Anything but that, master. I'll refuse to say anything and you can spank me and then I'll spill the beans and then you can give me a forgiveness fuck. But we'll have to hurry. I really do need to buy something flash. I saw some nice shops back there.'

I stood around while she dived in and out of fitting rooms and in a very short time assembled a complete outfit. When I saw the price tags I felt faint and it must have showed.

'Don't be so silly,' she said reprovingly. 'My father's ambition is to be the richest man in Austria and he's well on the way.'

'And your ambition is to slow his progress.' I muttered. She beamed cheerfully and dragged me back onto the street.

Back at the pension she made me watch while she tried everything on again. 

'What do you think?' she asked finally. 'I'll need to do my face and hair, obviously, but do you think the clothes are OK?' I'm not stupid, and I know what to say when a woman asks that question.

'They're wonderful, of course, and even more wonderful with you inside them. Now, tell me what you and Magda were whispering about all day.' She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of scarlet panties, bikini cut, and she posed defiantly and pouted at me.

'I'm not saying anything. It was a private conversation and I won't say a word, whatever you do.' She looked and sounded like the sulky brat of twelve months ago and I felt a tingle of anticipation run through me.

'I warned you.' I said quietly. 'Bad girls get what they deserve.' She shivered slightly and I saw goose flesh rising on her arms and breasts. We'd only played this game once, but she'd discovered that a part of her welcomed it and we'd talked for a long time finding out why. When she was younger she'd been a genuinely bad girl and no-one had cared enough to help her. Spanking was symbolic, but it helped her come to terms with some part of her. I rose from my chair and approached her slowly.

'Last warning, miss. Are you going to tell me or not?' She crossed her arms under her breasts and stuck her tongue out. Her nipples were hard, straining from the firm flesh of her breasts and she shivered again as I reached out and pinched one gently. I took both wrists and pulled her over to the bed, then sat down. 

'You know the position.' She whimpered, half in apprehension, half in expectation, and bent herself over my knees. I ran my hand down her back and felt her tremble. 'Six to begin with,' I murmured, 'and we'll see how you feel after that.' I raised my hand and without warning brought it down sharply on her taut buttocks. The slap sounded very loud in the quiet room and she jerked but said nothing. A partial outline of my hand appeared on her skin. I smacked her again twice, harder, once on each quivering flank and she moaned softly and ground herself into my lap. My cock was beginning to thicken and I raised my hand again.

After the six strokes I raised her and put my face close to hers. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

'Now then, tell me what you and Magda were talking about.' She clamped her mouth shut and glared at me defiantly. 'Very well. Resume the position.' She lay back down across my knees and I flicked her inflamed ass with one finger.

'The panties will have to come down.' A shudder ran through her as I pulled the scrap of scarlet silk down her legs, exposing her ass completely, and my nostrils flared as I caught the smell of desire that was rising from her. Her tan buttocks were streaked with red welts where my hand had caught her and I traced a finger gently over the hot weals.

'Such a bad girl.' I let my finger dip into the crease of her ass and then drift down to the clenched lips of her pussy. My cock was straining up against her belly and I knew she could feel it. She lifted her hips, pushing against my hand, and I let my finger slip between her engorged labia.

'Wet as well as bad,' I said softly. That's not just naughty, that's wicked.' Without warning I spanked her twice, hard, and she jumped. 'Stay still, young lady,' I said. 'I'm going to hold you down while I finish the job.' I put my left hand on the back of her neck and rubbed her ass. She was breathing fast and I could feel her heart pounding against my thigh. I smacked her again and she squirmed desperately, but I forced her head down softly and continued with the game, trying to keep her balanced between erotic stimulation and actual discomfort. Every third or fourth stroke I paused and trailed my hand delicately over her thighs, forcing them gently apart and feeling the growing wetness. She began to writhe on my lap, her weight pressing into my cock and arousing me even more. I continued to spank her, but more lightly as I sensed her excitement overcoming the sting of the blows. Her soft buttocks were fiery red and her juices were beginning to leak from between her legs and stain my chinos.

Her movements changed and she thrust herself down onto my cock, panting and gasping. I kept my hand on her neck and quickened the pace, swatting her buttocks alternately and dragging my hand across her smarting flesh. A convulsive spasm ran through her and her legs tensed and pointed as a small orgasm blazed across her nerve endings. She cried out quietly and wriggled violently under my hands.

'Game over, Luke. Fuck me now, never mind anything else, just stuff it in me.' She crawled off me and knelt on the edge of the bed, her rump raised, legs wide apart. As I stood and dropped my chinos I could see her cuntlips, dripping and shiny, straining wide, waiting for me to split them. My cock was painfully hard and I let my boxers fall and shuffled forward, nearly stumbling over my pants. She twisted to look at me.

'In, straight in,' she panted, and I set my cockhead at her slippery entrance and drove swiftly into her. She wailed and forced herself backwards as if she were trying to engulf my entire body then jerked forward again with a cry as her inflamed buttocks pressed against my groin. She was trembling with tension and I held her hips and stroked rapidly in and out of her, trying not to touch her ass. Her wails became a continuous keening sound and I took pity on her. Reaching round her with one hand I fumbled for the hard bud of her clitoris, catching it between two fingers, and twisted it gently. It was like turning a switch. Her cunt clamped onto my prick like a vice and she pushed her ass higher into the air, almost dragging my cock out by the roots. One hand rose to her crotch, pushing mine aside, and she began to finger her clit frantically.

'More, Luke, hard ones, please.' Her voice was strangled and desperate and I gave her two stinging slaps, forehand and backhand, one to each perfect ass cheek, and then drove into her again. Her cuntwalls rippled and quaked as her climax crashed over her and I held myself still, the tip of my glans brushing her cervix while she lost herself in sensation.

After what seemed for ever she relaxed and crawled forward, letting me slide out of her.

'Jesus, Luke, Why is it always so good?'

'Because I know you, sweetheart.' She turned round, her face still streaked with tears, and looked at my engorged prick, smeared with her juices and dribbling pre-cum.

'Don't hold back: just fill my mouth and then we'll have to get ready. Magda will be here in an hour.' Her head snaked forward, her mouth open and inviting and I leaned forward to let her accept me. Her lips slid over my cockhead and she took me half-way into her mouth, lapping hard at the underside with the tip of her tongue. Our game had turned me so far on that I felt my balls churning and tightening almost immediately, and when her hand slipped between my legs and stroked the sensitive strip between my scrotum and my ass I tumbled over the cliff. My breath rasped in my throat and my senses reeled as my cock lurched and swelled, forcing hot fluid through the shaft, and Uli pulled her head back slightly to take my offering. I felt as if all my consciousness was fountaining through my cock into her. The third and fourth bursts made her cheeks swell like a hamster's, but she swallowed hastily and milked the last drops of seed from me lovingly. When my breathing had slowed and my cock had softened she gave it a last tender lick and let me slip out of her mouth.

'Not a drop spilt,' she said proudly. 'I'll tell Trudi and she won't believe me and you'll have to confirm it for her. We had a little bet about it.' She lunged forward and wrapped her arms round my neck. 'You're so good for me, Luke Lancer. You make me feel like a champagne cocktail.' She kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on her, and we were on the verge of losing more time when she pulled back, panting.

'A quick shower, and then you can put some cream on my poor ass. Are you OK with my looking like a high class slut? The dress I bought is sort of revealing but I don't want to wear panties. Even with the cream I'll be a bit sensitive.' 

'Don't start asking my permission for anything, or I'll spank you for real and it'll be no fun for you at all.' She nodded as if I'd confirmed something and got up and headed for the shower.

***********

As we strolled through the main square of Brussels, the mediaeval guild buildings dwarfing us, I felt like the king of the world. I had a beautiful woman on each arm and was reveling in the open displays of affection they were showing; Uli's dress was a cascade of emerald silk that clung to her body, revealing every contour. With each stride the material molded itself against her. Her nipples pushed against the fabric and it was obvious that it was the only garment she was wearing. The material fell apart occasionally, revealing one long leg almost as far as the hip. Magda's clothes had surprised me. Her pale skin set off a soft maroon summer mini dress that accentuated her elfin form, and she had put her raven hair up in a chignon, exposing her delicate neck. I knew that every male eye in the square was following our progress and feeling jealous of me, and I wouldn't have swapped places with Bill Gates.

Uli had told me about their conversation while I rubbed cream into her hot buttocks.

'She reminds me a bit of Olga,' she'd said thoughtfully. 'She's shy on top but quite confident as long as she doesn't feel threatened and she's more bi than she knows. Something happened to make her like that, but I promised her I wouldn't talk about it with you. I think she wants to tell you herself.'

'I guessed something like that. What else?' Uli had giggled.

'She plucked up all her courage and asked about us and I had to tell her all over again about you, and how much you helped me last year, and how now we're much more than just fuck buddies: love buddies was what I told her.' I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck.

'What a beautiful thing to say. Thank you, sweetheart.' She'd wriggled and then continued.

'Don't get me all hot again. Anyway, I finally got tired of waiting for her to get to the point, so I told her that if you and she ended up in bed that was her business and yours, but it wouldn't affect our relationship, and I told her a little bit about Trudi and Olga and Inge to try and explain. And then she went all quiet and I could see her thinking. After that we just talked about other things.' I'd rubbed the last drops of cream gently into her skin and then straightened up.

'You're a special person, Ulrike Fischer, and if you want that in writing I'll be happy to oblige.' She rolled over and pulled me into a hug. 

'You're special too. Now let me get dressed.'

Predictably, she hadn't been ready when Magda arrived and had shooed me out, claiming the delay was my fault. I told them to find me in the bar across the street and left, glad to have a little reflection time. Now, as we made our way to the restaurant where the diplomatic crowd hung out I felt a tingle of excitement run down my spine. I hoped the plan worked. I'm not an intolerant guy but I hate to see trust and innocence abused. Plus if it all went well the girls would be on a high and I could maybe suggest some celebratory frolics. Temptation is a terrible thing.

***********

As we entered the restaurant Magda stiffened.

'That's him over there,' she whispered, 'at the table for four in the middle.' Uli looked over and then away.

'I know the type,' she murmured. 'Let me do this, Luke. Ask if we can have one of the booths.' Twenty euros said we could have a booth and we settled ourselves in the prearranged pattern, Magda next to me and Uli opposite us looking wonderfully sulky. She radiated bored, bad girl vibes that rippled round the room. I paid no attention, concentrating on Magda and nuzzling her neck. To my surprise I caught a whiff of musk and my cock twitched as I realized that the charade was beginning to turn her on.

'Catch his eye so he's got an excuse to butt in,' I whispered to her. She was shaking slightly but she raised her head and pretended to notice him for the first time. Then she nodded coolly and looked smugly triumphant. Uli spotted the expression.

'Beautiful,' she said softly. 'That caught him right in the ego. He'll be over in a minute.' Sure enough, our starters had hardly been cleared when there was a polite cough.

'Magda?' There was just the right note of superior surprise. I disliked the guy already. Magda turned her head and "noticed" him.

'Oh, hello. Luke, Uli, this is Bruno; I told you about him: he and I sometimes have to go to meetings together'. I smiled lazily at Bruno.

'And from what Magda says you're a splendid fellow.' He smiled a trifle uncertainly and Uli jumped into the gap.

'I think he's lovely. Sit down, Bruno, and rescue me. I've come to visit and so far I've done nothing except watch Luke and Magda suck each other's tongues.' She patted the seat and Bruno sank down beside her. She turned to face him and gave him both barrels. I smiled inwardly as the suave young diplomat about town became a boy with his nose pressed to the toy store window. Uli has that effect on people. I turned to nuzzle Magda again and could sense Bruno watching us from the corner of his eye as I trailed my hand over her breast, squeezing the surprisingly hard nipple so that she gasped audibly. Uli flicked a glance at us.

'Never mind them, Bruno, tell me about yourself.' That opened the dam. We learned about how smart he was, and how popular, and how rich and important his family was, and how he was the cream of the crop. It astonished me that anything could happen in Europe without his approval, but I bit my tongue and let Uli play it her way. She was leaning towards him, the neckline of her dress gaping dangerously wide. When she put her hand on his thigh I thought he was going to pass out. 

'You're very attractive,' she said huskily. 'How come you're here by yourself?' I could see him jerk back to reality as he remembered his friends. He gestured to their table.

'I'm here with some people,' he said. 'We're going on somewhere else later. Would you like to join us?' Magda looked at me but her eyes said 'no' so I shook my head.

You and I are partying in private,' I said, loud enough for him to hear, 'and I'm going to screw the socks off you... again.' Magda shuddered happily, and blatantly slid her hand under the table into my lap. I could feel her trembling slightly. Nerves or excitement?

'I'd love that,' she murmured, projecting her voice like a professional. Her hand squeezed my cock lightly and she licked her lips. 'It's nice to see you're up for it.' Either the girl was a born actress, or she was speaking from the heart. Bruno was staring at her as if she came from Mars. Uli leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

'Why don't we go back with them? Much better than dancing. What do you think?' Bruno looked as if his birthday had unexpectedly arrived.

'Why not? Let me just tell my friends.' He strutted back to their table, visibly preening himself, sat down and began talking to his cronies excitedly. After a couple of minutes he came back looking smug. His friends' eyes followed him jealously.

'All sorted,' he said. 'Shall we make a move?' This wasn't in the script that we'd talked about, but Uli and Magda both looked calm. Uli smiled seductively.

'Just one little thing,' she purred. 'Come and sit down again.' Bruno did as he was told and Uli leant towards him. Her hand slipped under the table and he jumped suddenly. I realized that she'd undone his trousers and was inspecting the contents. Her face changed.

'My God,' she said softly. She lifted her head and looked at Magda. 'Come here and check this out.' Magda raised an eyebrow and slipped round the booth, sitting next to Bruno so he was sandwiched between the two of them. 'Feel it', said Uli seriously. Magda reached under the table and I saw their arms moving busily. Bruno's friends were staring openly. Magda peeped under the cloth and gasped.

'What do you think?' she asked. Uli looked at her solemnly, then started giggling.

'It's amazing; I've never seen anything like it: it's exactly like a penis but smaller. Magda, do you want to tell him or shall I?' Magda shrugged.

'I've got Luke and he makes two of that thing.' She brought her hand up from Bruno's lap, stood up gracefully and came back to sit beside me. Uli turned to Bruno, who was sitting scarlet faced and wondering what was happening.

'Bruno', she said, 'I'm not surprised you've been chasing Magda. You probably thought she was petite enough to find your little matchstick adequate. But she can take Luke completely, and that means that you'd be out of your depth, literally. Why don't you piss off, needle dick, and go butt fuck a hamster? If I ask Magda nicely Luke will take care of me as well.' She looked at Magda questioningly. 'Will that be alright? You know he's got enough energy.' Magda smiled slyly.

'As long as I get first go.' Uli stuck her tongue out and then turned back to Bruno. 'That's that then.' She gave him a shove and he half fell out of the booth, fumbling at his fly, then recovered and scurried away. Uli sat back and grinned at me.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 03



BRUSSELS LATE OCTOBER

'OK, Stefan, that's good. Jenica, Marko, you're stars too. Time to finish now. Do the reading if you get time, and be prepared to discuss it on Friday. Have a good evening, all of you.' They gathered their stuff together tiredly, and I sat back and tried to ease my stiff neck muscles. Poor kids, I thought : they probably feel worse than me.

Brussels was preparing for a Eurosummit and all my students were working eighteen-hour days. I'd moved Wednesdays' and Thursdays' classes to Saturday and Sunday, leaving then two clear working days a week to catch up on their duties, but the strain was beginning to tell. For weeks neither Magda nor Elena had had any time for private pleasures, and I hadn't felt like pushing them. What with lesson preparation and classes I didn't have a lot of time either. I was pleased that today was Tuesday and I had two days off. I pushed myself upright and headed for the shower. 

Twenty minutes later I was relaxing in my robe with a glass of wine when there was a tap on the door.

'Monsieur Lancer? Are you there?' Laura the receptionist. 'Monsieur Lancer, can you take a phone call from Germany for me? I know you speak it and it's to confirm a big booking and I'm worried I'll get it wrong because I don't speak German and...' she was running on still when I interrupted her.

'Thirty seconds, Laura. Let me put some trousers on.' She nodded and raced off, and when I was decent I hurried after her. She thrust the phone at me and pushed a piece of paper over the counter.

'These are the details. I'm so grateful.' It didn't take long. She'd made an hour's error in the time of arrival, but that's the Germans' fault for telling the time differently from anyone else. I handed her the paper and she snatched the phone up again and passed the information on to someone, then put the receiver down.

'Thank goodness that's done. I'm off now. It's been a long day.'

'Come and have a glass of wine,' I said, 'unless you're in a hurry.' She made a face.

'There's not much to hurry for. Henri found himself someone with a regular timetable.' She looked glum for a moment, then shook her head briskly. 'Trouble is, I love the job too much to really be that sorry.' I made sympathetic noises and pretended to inspect her closely. She was a tall girl, well proportioned, stopping just the right side of plump, with a peaches and cream complexion and a mane of ash-blonde hair. She seemed unaware that she was a knock-out. Think Nicole Kidman, but voluptuously more.

'The man's an idiot,' I told her. 'Come up and relax.' I projected soothing vibes at her. Temptation is a terrible thing.

One thing leads to another. After the first glass she was calling me Luke, by the time she'd absorbed the second she'd agreed that it was a pity that we'd never had a chance to chat before, and when she'd finished the third she'd been persuaded to continue the conversation in her favorite seafood restaurant. She hadn't needed much persuasion, and I wondered just how urgent the phone call had really been.

I'll shower and change,' she said. 'See you in the lobby in an hour?' She lived on site in a rabbit hutch on the fifth floor

'Deal. Don't dress up too much though.' She smiled.

'I was planning casual but provocative.' I watched her ass as she left, and admired it, probably for the seventeen thousandth time. 

***********

The waiter helped her on with her coat and left me to struggle into mine by myself. Not that I blamed him.. She'd put on a scoop-necked tee-shirt over low-slung jeans, and there was no sign at all of a bra. The waist band of a scarlet thong rode up under the back of the jeans when she sat down and I knew that concentrating on my meal was going to be a full-time job. I'd managed not to spill any though.

We walked contentedly back to the pension. The food and drink had brought on a feeling of relaxed calm, and she slipped her arm through mine and sighed happily. When we arrived she let go.

'I'm not going in draped all over you. Jeanne would go mad telling everybody. It's been a lovely evening though, so thank you lots and lots.'

'It's still early,' I said. 'I'm going to read for a bit. If you fancy a nightcap, just knock.' She bumped me with her hip.

'I do get thirsty sometimes.'

It was forty minutes before the soft knock sounded. I picked up the tray I'd prepared and answered the door holding it. 

'Your nightcap, madame.' She smiled and took the glass, then pushed the door shut with her heel. 

'How did you know I'd get thirsty?' She was flushed and there was an air of nervousness about her. I shrugged.

'Lucky guess. Come and sit down.' She sat and held the glass in both hands.

'I want to tell you something. I've been watching you come and go for three months now, but with Henri and everything....' Her voice tailed away and she took a deep breath and started again. 'The problem is that when I like someone and they like me, then they're always all over me like a rash, wanting me to settle down and be a good obedient girlfriend. But I'm going to run a big hotel one day and I don't have time to be domestic, and I sort of had the feeling that you're not very domestic either.' She was getting pinker and pinker as she spoke, and I stifled a smile.

'Laura, I'm not at all domestic and I don't like obedient people and I promise not to push you. You probably feel a bit shy about saying it, but what you want is a friend with privileges. Is that it, more or less?' She let her breath out with a rush.

'That's it exactly. I hoped you'd understand, and it's such a relief that you do. Honestly, I'm so hot for you I could scream.' I put my glass down.

'Want to celebrate the start of a beautiful friendship?' She blushed scarlet and nodded, half nervous, half expectant, and drained her drink defiantly. Then she stood and pulled the tee-shirt over her head. Her full, heavy breasts were blushing too, the pale skin slightly mottled, and her nipples were strawberry pink and very erect. Her face reappeared, her hair tousled, looking shy, and I gathered her into my arms.

'Relax. It's not a competition.' I slid the tip of my tongue over her soft lips, and after a minute they parted and she pressed herself against me. My cock was rising steadily and I released her and slipped my hand to the button of her jeans.

'Sit on the bed. These are way too tight for elegant disrobing.' She half-smiled and did as she was told, and I slid the denim down yards of leg. She moved back, the scarlet thong her only garment as I undid my shirt and dropped it and let my chinos follow. Her eyes flicked to my crotch as I joined her on the bed and kissed her again.

'First times can be tricky. Tell me what turns you on.'

'You do.' Her hand slid down and grasped me gently. My cock was hardening fast and she ran her smooth fingers down the shaft to my balls and cupped them. 'I'm nervous but not shy,' she said, 'so use your initiative.' I slid my tongue into her mouth again and slipped my hand round to her breasts. It had been a long time since I'd been with so much girl and my heart was pounding as I lowered my mouth to her teats. I scooped one stiff bud into my mouth and suckled it gently she stirred under me. I could feel her heart beating beneath my lips and as I rolled my thumb over her other nipple, massaging the pebbled surface, it quickened again. Holding her breasts gently together I flicked my tongue over both plump rigid nubs and she purred deep in her throat She squeezed my cock as I licked round her areolas and let my hand drift down her soft stomach to the thin, blonde fuzz, so fine it was almost non-existent, that framed her pussy lips. I rubbed the heel of my hand lightly over the top of her slit and her hips rolled slightly.

'Keep doing that.' I slid my hand between her parted thighs and stroked her labia as delicately as possible. They were long and slim, still closed, but I could feel them beginning to engorge as I drew my fingertips over them. A hint of moisture sprang from her and she moaned quietly. I nuzzled the swell of her breasts and began the journey south, circling her navel with my tongue, and pulling the thong aside as I reached the top of her mound. The wisps of hair tickled as I dragged my mouth over the top of her slit. Her clitoris was firm and protuberant, and I pursed my lips over it and brushed the tip with my tongue. Her pelvis jerked violently and she gasped out loud.

'Let me taste you too.' She wriggled out from under me and twisted her body round. I felt her warm breath floating over my groin and then shuddered as her mouth closed over me. When a woman takes your cock into her mouth for the first time there is a special feeling of conquest and fulfillment, and I lowered my head and slid my tongue down the narrow gap between her pussy lips in pure gratitude. As her labia parted her juices ran over my chin, heavy and viscous, her scent filling my nostrils. Her tongue lapped at my glans, and my cock lurched in response. I rolled the thong over her ass and down her legs and she lifted her hips slightly and moaned deep in her throat as I pushed through the delicate flushed petals of her inner lips and drove my tongue hard into her pussy. Soft thighs clamped over the side of my head and I clutched her full buttocks and separated them to allow my tongue to flicker over her asshole. She squirmed, and tightened her mouth over my cock. Her juices were flowing freely. 

'I want you in me.' She twisted out of my grasp and knelt on the bed, legs splayed, labia pulled wide, her gaping pussy winking at me as her muscles fluttered. A thin trail of lubricant dribbled from her as she pushed backwards, searching for me. I knelt behind her and set myself at her entrance, my rigid cock sliding through the gates as if we'd been lovers for ever. She exhaled slowly as her vagina molded itself round my shaft.

'Dreams can too come true. Fuck me as hard as you like. I'm going to come in about two minutes whatever you do.' I drew back until only the tip of my glans was touching her and then drove back in, feeling her need. I reached round her and found the hard stem of her clit and pinched it gently, rolling the little button between my thumb and finger, and her panting rose in volume. Her hand scrabbled at mine.

'Let me do that, Luke, but put a finger in my ass while I ...' I was still thrusting into her hard and steady, and her voice rose to a soft shriek before she finished her request. Firm muscles squeezed my prick and she tensed as the first tide of climax rolled over her. I licked my thumb, and as she stiffened again I drove my cock into her and slid my thumb through the puckered rosette of her anus. Her body bucked and surged as she orgasmed, her fingers flying over her clit, straining backwards onto my cock. I held myself still while the thunder rolled over her, feeling the release of her tension as if it were my own.

After a long minute she relaxed.

'I'm always so sensitive afterwards. Can you pull out slowly, please?' I obeyed, my rigid prick dripping with her juices as I eased out of her. She rolled over and looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. 'Kneel over me,' she said. 'I want you all over my face and hair.' I shuffled forward until I straddled her torso, my cock pointing at her chin. My balls were aching and I gasped as her hand caressed them .

'Come on me now,' she murmured, 'and not too fast. I want to see it all.' I grasped my slippery cock and began to stroke myself while she fondled my balls and traced a finger round my asshole. When I pushed back she smiled and slid the tip through the sphincter,. As she pressed against my prostate my balls lurched and began to draw up to the base of my shaft, and I quickened my pace, pumping myself hard. The swell of pressure rolled through my cock and the muscles in my groin tightened as my body readied itself for ejaculation. My head was spinning and when she flexed her finger again, scraping the tip of her nail across the inner muscles I exploded over her, spewing a long rope of cum diagonally across her chest and face. I fountained again, harder, and her body quivered under mine and her mouth opened wordlessly. Another gush of seed landed across her lips and her tongue flicked out to scoop it up as her back arched frantically. I worked my cock slowly over her, coaxing every drop of cream onto her body. She relaxed and smiled up at me, looking shy again.

'I love feeling it hit my face but it doesn't usually make me come. Henri said I was weird.' 

'I told you he was an idiot. You're not weird at all.' She ran her tongue round her lips again and I moved to lie down beside her. 'Let me clean you up,' I said, 'and then we'll go for round two.'

***********

Elena sent the last e-mail and sat back. She checked her inbox and then her diary and felt a wave of relief. There was a knock on the door and Magda appeared.

'I've finished the stuff for the trade harmonization meeting and I'm exhausted. What's next?' Elena smiled .

'Believe it or not, nothing. Jenica and Marko are at that Europol meeting, Stefan's researching the cohesion fund legislation, Gregor's tied up with the security committee, and Rosa and Anita are telling the Ambassador what to say in The Hague. We've cleared our desks and we're free.' A rare feeling of relaxation ran through her. 'Let's play truant.'

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At three the next afternoon I was reading when there was a knock. When I opened the door Elena and Magda came in. Magda was swaying slightly.

'Have you two been drinking?' A stupid question really. Elena looked at me owlishly.

'We were celebrating clearing our desks, just Magda and me, and we started talking and what with the wine and everything...' She was trying to look stern and failing miserably. There were no hostility vibes coming from her and I grinned at them both.

'And you discovered that you have something in common?' Magda nodded, blushing.

'I told her about your Austrian girlfriend and what she said about you, and how you helped me with Bruno, and what happened afterwards and how good it was.' Elena waved her hand at me.

'So what have you got to say for yourself?' I shrugged.

'Nothing. You're both adults and you're both different and special. I haven't harassed you, or talked to anyone about you and I haven't hurt you. If you share confidences with each other that's no business of mine. I am what I am.' Magda stood up.

'I told you he'd say something like that. I haven't got a problem with it. Luke, can I have a little nap, please. I really have had a glass too many.' I gestured at the bed.

'All yours, kid.' She kicked her shoes off and lay down, but sat up again almost at once.

'This suit wrinkles.' She unbuttoned the jacket, then stood and undid the skirt. She was wearing a bra and panties in black lace and they seemed to glow against her pale skin. She looked down at herself and shrugged, undid the bra, and stepped out of the panties, then unselfconsciously yawned and stretched. Her little conical breasts almost disappeared as she arched her back. Only her dark nipples and the tiny topknot of jet black pubic hair interrupted her smooth white body. She smiled lopsidedly and got into bed, pulling the quilt over her. Almost immediately her breathing deepened and she was out like a light. Elena and I sat quietly and looked at each other.

'Is it really a problem?' I asked. She thought for a moment.

'Not really, I suppose, as long as she and I can keep working together. It hasn't messed up your professional relationship with her as far as I can see, and I said the first time we were together that I knew I wasn't going to be your only woman: it'd be a bit silly to get all hypocritical about it just because of her. You're definitely different, aren't you?'

'I hope so. Do you want a nap as well?' Projecting relaxation waves. She yawned suddenly and looked surprised.

'It might be a good idea. I'll just crawl in with Magda. You'd better wake us up in a couple of hours and have some aspirin ready.' She was unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke and pushed herself to her feet, staggering slightly. 'You'd better help me.'

I helped her slip the blouse of her shoulders and then undid her skirt. It pooled round her feet and she stepped out of it, then turned and put her arms round me.

'Thank you for not lying and blustering.' I put my arms round her and unhooked her bra.

'You both deserve better than that.' I bent and eased her panties down and then ran my hands back up her flanks and cupped her buttocks. 'Have a sleep and when you wake up we'll talk some more if you want to.' I kissed the tip of her nose. 'And thank you for not going ballistic.' She tightened her arms round me and my cock stirred as she pressed herself against me.

'Later maybe, 'she muttered, half to herself. 'It's quite exciting actually'. I stifled a smile and stepped back. Olive skin and full breasts, hard nipples jutting out urgently, a shadowy triangle of trimmed bush hiding the secrets within. I wanted to jump on her bones there and then.

'Into bed, you. Coffee will be served later.' She nodded sleepily and clambered in next to Magda, throwing an arm over the younger girl. In minutes she was asleep too. I hung their clothes up neatly, drew the blind, and tiptoed into the classroom.

***********

At six I peeked into the bedroom. It was chilly and I turned the heat up. They were still fast asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake them, so I closed the door again.

At seven I tried a second time. By now the room was pleasantly warm and one of them had kicked the quilt completely off. They were twined in each others' arms, the olive skin and the pale in sharp contrast, their heads nearly touching, and a lump came to my throat as I gazed at them. I switched on a lamp and brought the tray in, and looked at them some more. The room smelt faintly of wine, but mixed with it was the delicate aroma of female arousal. Someone had been having naughty dreams, and my cock twitched as I inhaled. Elena's scent. Temptation is a terrible thing.

I undressed quickly and eased onto the bed, spooning myself against Elena's warm curves. She made a faint mewing noise and snuggled back against me. My cock was pressed into the crease of her buttocks and I reached round her and cupped one full breast in my palm. Her nipple was soft and flat but in a minute I felt it stir under my palm as it began to engorge. She murmured something and pressed her rump harder into my groin. My prick was swelling and I shifted myself to allow the head to nudge between her legs. To my surprise her crotch was damp and slick and I slid smoothly between her labia until my cockhead was touching the entrance to her vagina. When I thrust gently from the hips I sank slowly into her. She didn't stir and I lay quietly, half buried in her warm grasp, savoring the moment. 

She moved her legs slightly and I was able to work myself deeper inside her and began to flex my cock slowly. She muttered something again but didn't wake.

My face was buried in her hair and it came as a shock when I felt a warm hand stroking my ass. I looked up to see Magda, eyes half open, staring at me. The hand that wasn't caressing me was twisting and pulling at her nipples. I smiled at her and took my hand off Elena's breasts, pulling the younger girl's head down until she was nuzzling them. I saw her tongue snake out and curl round one rigid teat and as she did so Elena's pussy clenched round my shaft and her eyes fluttered open.

'What...?' I bit her ear gently.

'Hush, relax, enjoy.' I moved my hand to her clit and ran a fingertip over the sheath as I began to move inside her. Our position made it easy for me to rub the top of my glans against her G spot and her body tensed as I thrust forward and up.

'Oh God, you feel so good, both of you...' She reached blindly out and crushed Magda's head to her breast, her pussy contracting round me. I maintained steady pressure on her clit and felt it emerge from its hood, already damp and engorged. A shudder ran through her as I circled it and her hips began to move in the elliptical rhythm of lust. Her breathing was quickening and her hand closed over mine.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 04



This story follows on directly from the previous chapters, which in turn follow on from 'All Thing Come...To He Who Waits'. Some characters from the first volume reappear, and Luke's character and abilities are assumed to be already known. It could (just about) be a stand alone story, but if you get interested in the characters I suggest you read volume 1. It's in 'Novels and Novellas', or find it in the authors' index. Thanks for the feedback. Constructive comments always welcome.

Satyricon.

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BRUSSELS LATE NOVEMBER

The Heads of State had left town, our classes had returned to a civilized timetable, and Christmas was on the way. I was slumped in an armchair reading an e-mail from Inge.

Dearest Luke,

I know I haven't written for ages, but life has been so hectic that I haven't known which way to turn. I spoke to Uli about her visit and all the things you did, (and I mean all – she was gloating a little bit), and I was pleased for her and madly jealous as well! She says that everything's fine, and that she's having a steamy affair with one of her supervisors: I think she's decided that teachers are the best bet, (ha ha). Actually she said that he keeps boasting to his friends about having a relationship with a rich student, so she's getting a bit impatient with him. 

The real reason I'm writing is to say that Trudi and I want to visit you at Christmas. We've been talking about it, and at first we were going to surprise you, but Uli said that you had a string of women queuing up at the door so I told Trudi that I'd write and say that we want to come (ha ha) but if you've made plans we'll find another time.

What else? Oh, yes: I visited Trudi last night and she sends her love, and so does cook, and Frau Fischer was there too and said that she'd been meaning to get in touch but wasn't quite ready yet. I wonder what she meant by that? Poor Olga is still stuck in the village looking after her mum, but she gets away for a weekend once in a while.

Thinking about you has made me all wet. I'm going to sign off now and have a long bath, and I'll lie back and think of you and imagine you running your hands and tongue over me and your fat cock splitting me open, and I'll probably give in and use my fingers and the showerhead and pretend it's you.

I really hope you haven't made any plans for Christmas. 

With love,

Hot and getting hotter,

Inge XXX

P.S. If we do come to visit I'll bring all my chains!!!

I smiled and closed the laptop. I'd been thinking of going somewhere warm for Christmas, and I couldn't think of a single reason why they shouldn't join me. I was being paid a fortune compared to them, so maybe I'd surprise them with air tickets.

I stretched and yawned. Classes were over for the week and I decided to treat myself to a leisurely meal. Magda was away doing something in Paris, Elena was busy, and Laura had gone to see her family. Tonight is for me, I thought.

***********

I signaled for another beer and then jumped as someone tapped me on the shoulder. 

'Luke, what are you doing here?' I looked round.

'Jesus, Anita, you scared me to death. I'm feeling annoyed because there's no table for me yet. What are you up to? Have you come to ask for extra lessons?' She made a face.

'I wish. Gregor finally plucked up the courage to ask Jenica out, but for some reason she wanted me to play chaperone. So I'm a spare wheel. Why don't you join us?' No sooner said than done. In less than a minute I was with the group, feeling much happier.

Gregor and Jenica were all over each other like fungus, obviously completely besotted with each other. I mentally crossed her off my list. When a woman is with absolutely the right man there's no point in coming between them. I turned to Anita.

'Are you going to carry on chaperoning?' She shook her head wryly. 

'Good thing you're here. Jenica's regretting asking me already, I can tell.' I nodded. 

'Let's eat and then leave them to it. There's a club down the road with live blues.' She looked pleased, but there was a hint of nervousness there too.

'Good. I've been wanting to ask you something anyway, so that'll be perfect.'

We ate and smiled and chatted, and Gregor and Jenica escaped as soon as they decently could. Anita and I sat a little longer and then braved the chill wind of Brussels in November. We dived into the club and found a booth. To my surprise she squeezed in next to me and not opposite. I leaned back as the music eddied round us and she pinched my arm.

'Don't fall asleep. You're going to tell me about Magda. She's got confidence and she sparkles and it's only since we started English classes.' I looked at her carefully. She was a tall bundle of toned muscle and smooth curves who worked out every day. She wore her hair short, so short it was just a cap of chestnut curls, and I'd heard rumors that she had a tattoo in a difficult to see place. I'd decided the first time I met her that she was the toughest pixie in the world. She was also smart as a whip and more ambitious than Bill Gates, and Elena said that she'd be Prime Minister one day. I shrugged.

'Anita, I don't talk to Magda about you and I'm not going to talk to you about her. Why don't you ask her? You see more of her than I do.' To my surprise she grinned.

'That's exactly what she said you'd say. I didn't believe her: I said that guys always like to boast about their women, but she said you were different.'

'She said what?' Women can be so upfront with each other: it always astonishes me.

'She said that you helped her deal with that guy who was bothering her, and that you were very kind and had never made fun of her and that you ..... Well, anyway, I know that you've been to bed together and that she loved it, and that you've got a sort of long-range girlfriend who doesn't mind, and who she's actually met, for goodness sake, so I thought I should get to know you better too.' 

'I'm overwhelmed. Where do you get the time to gossip? You're meant to be busy little smurfs.' She smiled.

'We share a room, Luke. What do you expect?' No reply to that one. Girl talk is girl talk. I relaxed and sent out reassurance vibes. If she cared about her friend that was good, and if she was curious about me that was good too. We talked for a long time and she kept surprising me. At about eleven she started fidgeting and looked at her watch. 

'Jesus, this place will be closing soon.' Eleven is not late in Brussels. She took a deep breath and for the first time I saw her blush. 'Do you want to go on somewhere for a nightcap?'

'My treat. I know a place.' Temptation is a terrible thing.

***********

'I've never been this side of the classroom door,' she said as she looked around. 'You've made it quite comfortable.'

'The management are renting two rooms for a whole year. I told them I didn't want to feel as if I was camping and they upgraded it a bit.' We sat quietly for a moment and she took a sip of her drink.

'Magda's right, you know. You are different. I more or less invited myself up here and you're not drooling or pouncing or anything. I suppose I'm going to have to be the one who says it, aren't I?' I nodded and she flushed again and spoke rapidly. 'I've got a boyfriend at home, but nothing serious really, and it's too far to visit often and I'm quite a physical person, and Magda and I were talking and she suggested that I talk to you, and you were there in the restaurant, so here I am and I feel really silly.' She took another gulp of her drink, looking embarrassed, and I stood up.

'That club was much too hot and sweaty. I'm going to have a quick shower. Feeling clean is always helpful.' I tried to send out more reassurance vibes and began to undo my shirt.

I leant in the shower-stall counting seconds. I'd reached a hundred and ninety-six when the door opened. She was almost as tall as me and leant her forehead against mine.

'You really won't help anyone make up their mind, will you? I had to decide all by myself. I feel safe, as if I could say anything to you, but I'm still worried you'll think I'm a slut.' I put my arms round her gently.

'I don't have anything to do with sluts. They're boring and predictable and cheap and you're none of those things. Want me to wash your back?'

It took time and a lot of hot water, but she gradually relaxed. I wrapped her in a spare robe and we lay on the bed like a pair of snowmen. After a while she stirred.

'It's too hot. If I get naked will you do the same?' I rolled upright and stood next to the bed facing her. 

'Get up and stand on the other side. I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and you can be the one who says "Go" if you'd like.' She laughed nervously and slid off the bed. 

'Magda said you were funny. OK then. One, two, three, GO!' Our robes hit the floor simultaneously and I looked at her properly for the first time; the shower had been too small for close inspection. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her and she had clearer muscle definition than I'd ever seen on a woman. Her breasts were high and firm, capped by small pink nipples and her ass was trim and tight. Her mound was completely bare and the top of her slit showed clearly. Her legs were purely beautiful. Her eyes flickered over my groin, and she nearly spoke, but then closed her mouth again.

'Jesus, girl, you're stunning. I'll say my prayers tonight for sure. Come and hug me while we get acquainted.' I scrambled back onto the bed and after a second she did the same, pressing herself hard against me. Her body was like steel and velvet and I ran my hand over her flank. 'I think you're probably stronger than me, Anita, and I want you to promise not to hurt me unless I beg you to.' She pressed her face into my neck.

'Magda said you were big, and she was right. I'm not a virgin or anything, but it's going to...... Magda said...' I pushed her head down gently and crushed her mouth against my shoulder.

'If you say "Magda said" one more time I'll throw you out into the hall. You're Anita and I'm Luke and they're the only names I'm going to allow from now on. I'm going to kiss you in about ten seconds. Have you got a problem with that?' I let go of her head and she propped herself on one elbow. 

'Only a tiny one.' I pulled her face down to mine and flicked my tongue along her tender lips. Her eyelids fluttered and the tip of her tongue slid shyly out to meet mine. I love the first kiss. You learn what a woman is really like when you join your bodies for the first time. I sensed nervous excitement, worry that she wasn't attractive enough, and underneath it a strong swell of sexuality. She was trembling slightly, from anticipation more than nerves, I realized. I wondered what Magda had really said.

Our tongues lapped at each other and I inhaled deeply, drawing her breath into my own body. She was glued to the length of me and I ran my hands over her in amazement. 

'How much work have you had to put in to get into this sort of shape? I've never seen anything to match it. Instant sensuality.' My cock was trapped between us, stirring and thickening against her thigh. She exhaled and kissed me again.

'I want to explore you all over.'

'Only if I can do the same afterwards.' I released her and rolled over. She sat up and looked at me carefully, then reached forward and ran her hands down my chest. I felt my insides lurch as her fingers brushed across my nipples and my cock began to throb. She carried on down my flank and hip, probing gently, and I watched her slender form bending and curving as she examined me. She pushed my side gently and I rolled over to let her check out the back view. I was glad that I'd spent a little time at the gym recently. Not that I was up to her level but at least I didn't feel like a slob. She pushed again and I rolled again. Now she crouched over me, her head close to my straining prick. I could feel her warm breath floating over my groin as she hesitantly reached out and touched me. A shudder ran through me and my cock twitched. A faint odor of pheromones seemed to pervade the room and I realized that she was beginning to get aroused too. She smiled tentatively. 

'Bodies are important. She-who-shall-not-be-named said you had a nice one and she was right. For a guy who isn't a gym rat you're in pretty good shape.' 

'Not as good as you. My turn now, and I'm going to check really thoroughly.' She shivered and lay back on the pillows. I leaned on one elbow and drew my finger down the delicate line of her jaw and then circled her ear. Her body was truly stupendous. I trailed my hand down her neck and cupped one perfect breast, so firm and toned that it scarcely moved. Under the soft skin she was as sleek and powerful as a gazelle. Her nipple pushed against my palm and I rubbed it gently, eliciting a soft purr. Then she began to tense up. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly. I moved back up and kissed her nose.

'What's bothering you, kid?' She rolled her head into my chest again and her voice was soft and muffled.

'Did you mean "instant sensuality" or were you just saying it? People always think I'm obsessive and not girly enough or I'm a lesbian or something, but I just like working out and being fit. I was overweight when I was a teenager and I hated it and I'm never going to be that way again.'

'I've never met anyone like you,' I said seriously. 'You're different and you've pushed your body to the max and the results are outstanding.' I took her hand and placed it on my cock again. I was fully erect and pre-cum was beginning to leak from the tip. I rubbed her thumb over the head of my glans so she could feel it. 'Guys can't fake that, Anita. Next question?' She moved closer and licked my chest.

'Thank you.' She nipped a fold of skin delicately. 'Carry on.' I traced a line down her shoulder and neck with my tongue and ran the tip of it round her nipple. The little bud was diamond hard and seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive. She moaned and pressed herself further into my mouth and I nipped the erect tip and suckled gently. Her hips moved and the scent of her desire was immediately stronger. I rolled the other teat between my fingertips, pulling it slightly and she moaned again, louder and her hand fluttered over the back of my neck. Her thighs slipped apart and then clenched again.

Her hand pushed my head away from her breasts and down her belly. I can take a hint and I lapped my way over her taut muscles to the crease of her groin. Her mound was absolutely and completely smooth. I ran my tongue over it and she wriggled. Curiosity got the better of me.

'Anita, you're not waxed or shaved here. What the hell have you done?' I blew across the top of her slit. 'Tell me or I'll stop right here.' Her voice was shy.

'Laser depilation, absolutely everywhere, armpits too It cost a fortune. Is it alright?' As I pushed the flat of my tongue against top of her labia she bucked slightly then opened her legs wide. Impossibly wide. Like a gymnast's in fact. The insides of her thighs formed a ruler-straight line and her pussy sat in the centre, pulled open by her position. In the very centre of each inner thigh, their heads actually touching the edge of her labia, were two small multi-colored tattoos, in the finest of delicate lines, of a dolphin and a unicorn. I forgot myself completely as I examined them. The artwork was unbelievable and I shuddered at the thought of the discomfort she must have undergone.

'Jesus, girl, they're beautiful'. I licked each design gently, avoiding her gaping pussy, and she squirmed and gasped, trying to move herself under my tongue. I raised my head.

'Let your legs down, love. I'm an old-fashioned guy.' She relaxed, and I slipped back up beside her. 'There's no need to try to make more of yourself. You're totally gorgeous already, stunning, different... what can I say? I'm so glad I chose that restaurant tonight.' I bent over and kissed her gently, and she wrapped her arms so tightly round my neck that I felt faint. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. I kissed her wet eyelids and slipped my hand over her crotch, stroking her hairless mons gently. A gasp mingled with a sob and I kissed her again, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth as I curled two fingers into her. She was soaking wet and her greedy lower mouth gobbled me up to the knuckles. I stroked her inner walls and her arms squeezed me even harder as I rubbed my thumb along her slit, dragging through the clinging folds of tissue to her clit. Her hips began to rise and fall rhythmically, her breathing quickening, then she made a noise of complaint as I withdrew my hand.

'Don't stop, not now...'

'Hush, I want to taste you.' I brought my fingers up to my mouth and ran my tongue round them. Her syrup was rich and deep and aromatic and my head whirled as I spread it round my mouth. It spoke of lush femininity, generous curves, ample breasts. I looked at the slender length of perfectly tuned woman lying in my arms and shook my head at the contrast. 

'Have you any idea how good you taste? Here.' I dipped my fingers into her again and then lifted them to her nose. She sniffed and then cautiously extended her tongue and licked experimentally.

'I've never done that... it's like, it's... I don't know what it's like.'

'It's essence of woman, and essence of sex, and essence of you.' I guided her hand to my cock again and she ran her hand lightly down the shaft. An involuntary sigh escaped me. I lowered my head back to her breasts and paid some more attention to her nipples, coaxing them back to puckered hardness, then moved down to her pussy,

As I slid my tongue over the top of her slit and round her clitoral sheath her legs parted for me. Her pussy was open and welcoming, glistening with her sweet juices and I inhaled deeply as I let my tongue roam over her inner folds. She was reaching fuller arousal and I could feel her tissues swelling against me as they engorged with blood. A hand caressed the back of my head, pressing slightly, and I obeyed the unspoken request, pushing harder into her. My chin grazed the tip of her clit and I swirled my tongue over the entrance to her sodden cunt. Her whole body was jerking and I wondered how long it had been for her. I turned and gathered her in my arms again.

'Can we be old-fashioned and direct and get inventive later?' She didn't answer, but shifted slightly and raised her knees, gracefully rolling her hips so I could slide into the fork of her body. 'You'd better help', I said. 'Tonight's for you, and you're tougher than me anyway. Just show me what you want.' Her eyes glittered, and reaching between us she took my aching cock and set it at the gates. I was lying above her in the classic missionary position, and I ducked my head to her breasts and swiped my tongue over one firm globe.

'Really the way I want?' her voice was soft in my ear.

'Please. And you've already told me you're a physical person. You don't have to be all girly and submissive.'

I flexed my cock so that it swelled against my hand, and closed my lips over one nipple, feathering my tongue over the tip. I nudged my hips forward and her grip loosened, letting me slide a little way into her. Her hungry pussy closed over my glans and I felt strong muscles pulling me into her as she relaxed her hold on my shaft. The head slipped through the ring of muscle and she stiffened and grasped me tightly.

'Slowly, Luke. It's more than I'm used to.' She was lifting her hips rhythmically, taking me into her a fraction of an inch at a time. My cockhead slid through her tight passage and I could feel every millimeter of her stretching and welcoming me. The top of my glans brushed against the soft raised patch of sensitivity and her hand clamped over the base of my prick.

'What was that?'

'That was how it's going to feel again soon.' I pulled back slightly and brushed over her G spot again, and as her muscles twisted I drove hard into her. She stiffened and her eyes flew open. She lay still for a second and breathed in deeply. Then her hand left my cock and slid over my buttocks. The other one joined it and she held me firmly inside her. I remembered that this girl worked out hard. I remembered that in my younger days we'd referred to sexual activity as "Neapolitan Gymnastics" I put two and two together and prepared for a bumpy ride.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 05a



This story follows on directly from the previous chapters, which in turn follow on from 'All Thing Come...To He Who Waits'. Some characters from the first volume reappear, and Luke's personality and abilities are assumed to be already known. It could (just about) be a stand-alone story, but if you get interested in the characters I suggest you read volume 1. It's in 'Novels and Novellas', or you can find it via the authors' index.

One other point : after posting eighteen chapters of the Luke Lancer Saga in this format, (plot and character / some hot / more plot and character / more hot / close chapter, between 5000 and 6000 words per chapter), it's beginning to feel a bit formulaic. I like the characters and want to continue with their story, but after this chapter I'll be experimenting with different styles and approaches, mainly to see if it works for you, the reader, but also to stretch myself, the author. 

Thanks for all the feedback. Constructive comments always welcome.

Satyricon.

BRUSSELS/MALDIVES DECEMBER/JANUARY

Long flights always wipe me out and I was glad I'd arrived twenty-four hours before Inge and Trudi. I was looking forward to pampering them, and even more to accepting their displays of gratitude. A nasty part of me hoped that Uli was feeling jealous. She'd shown no sign when I'd mentioned my holiday plans, merely saying she was going to spend time with her mother and Karl, and then start working on her end of year fashion collection. We'd promised each other a weekend before Easter and left it at that. 

I looked at my watch. Two hours before I needed to call the water-taxi. From the patio I could see nothing but tropical vegetation, beach, and sea, and the next bungalow was nearly half a mile along the shore. I drank the coffee and walked down to the beach, slipped into the warm water, and relaxed. Small scarlet fish came to inspect me, decided that I wasn't edible, and went about their business. I let my mind wander.

***********

My students had hated me. Holidays for EU people are lengthy and no-one with any sense tries to get much done between the second week of December and the middle of January. My lot were looking forward to their break, and the news that there was going to be a heavy-duty exam had come as an unpleasant shock. Elena had laughed.

'Let them moan,' she'd muttered as she snuggled closer into the crook of my arm. 'I had to work like a dog to get my English to a decent level, and if they complain I'll give them hell. And if either Magda or Anita does spectacularly well,' she'd added, grabbing me in a very unfair way, 'I'll have these on toast for breakfast.' 

'Nothing but threats. What have I done to offend?' She'd let go and stroked my cheek.

'I trust your professionalism completely. I'm not looking forward to the break, I guess. I've got a couple of days at home with my parents and then lots and lots of dumb meetings with the Foreign Affairs people, and the Minister, and all sorts of unwanted shit. I'd rather stay here and sleep.' I'd looked at her.

'Elena Strevic, don't lie to me. You love your job, and you love the responsibility, and you're absolutely delighted that people listen to your opinion. You'll be telling me next that you wish you were ordinary. Would you like me to fuck you gently to remind you that you're special?' She'd flushed slightly.

'OK, I was fishing. Never mind the gently though.' I was already erect and slid into her without warning until my balls brushed the crease of her ass. She was still wet and sticky from round one, and her pussy gripped me in a slick, pungent embrace. She muttered something in her own language and bit my shoulder hard as I slid my hands under her buttocks.

My cock tickled and I looked down to see two of the little fish nuzzling it. Thinking about Elena had made me swell and thicken and my finny friends had come to check it out. I flexed myself and they darted off.

Magda had moaned as well.

'It's unfair, and Anita thinks so too, and you could have warned the two of us at least,' she'd grumbled as we relaxed after some fairly intensive exercise. I pinned her arms and clamped my mouth over one dark nipple. 'Luke, don't do that.' I'd held her fast.

'No. I'm being serious now. I'm a teacher and you're a student and the time we spend in bed together is nothing to do with that. Do you really want me to think that you're swapping sex for grades?' She'd had the grace to look ashamed. 

'That's not what I meant, honestly. You know I wouldn't do that. It's just that I was looking forward to relaxing and everything, and now I'm going to be revising and checking everything we've done so far.' She'd wriggled up and put her face very close to mine. 'Anita and I have worked out a timetable already. Neither of us is going to disappoint you, if that's what you're worried about.' I ran my finger down her back.

'OK. Do you want to go and get something to eat?' Her face changed.

'I know what I want to eat, and you'd better be peckish too.' With one smooth movement she'd reversed herself and was crouched over me, her sodden pussy inches away from my face, her mouth poised over my cockhead. She twisted her neck and looked at me. 'I bet you come before I do.' I love a challenge.

I reached up and pulled her down and wrapped my lips round her clit, suckling it as if it were a tiny nipple. At the same moment her tongue slid over my glans and she drew me deep into her mouth, her lips running smoothly down my cockshaft. My hips bucked reflexively and I heard a strangled chuckle. I moved my head back and let my tongue flicker over the entrance to her tight passage, rubbing her clit with my chin. I was trying not to breathe too deeply. The scent of arousal always tugs at my trigger. I tasted myself on her, the tang of semen mixing with her fresh juices. Her mouth loosened its grip on my cock and I heard her gasp as I pushed her sensitivity up a notch. She should never have made the bet. It was only twenty minutes since we'd achieved successful closure in our first encounter, and her motor was still running. I, on the other hand, felt as if I could go on for ever. I circled her tight little asshole with the tip of a finger and pressed gently at the gates. Her body betrayed her and with a moan she let the ring of muscle relax and I slipped into her up to the knuckle. I could feel her trembling as the pressure began to build. I pushed my tongue gently into her pussy and she forced herself down hard, then relaxed and let me slide out of her mouth.

'You win, already. Only a little one though. Let me turn round. I'm going to be busy for the next week or so and then you're off with your Austrian friends, so I want to make this last. None of your sneaky tricks.'

'Yes, ma'am, whatever you say ma'am.' She'd swiveled effortlessly and lowered her dripping pussy onto me, her breath hissing as she slid down my shaft. I watched her labia open, her body stretching to accommodate me until the tip of my glans was nudging her cervix. She'd sighed contentedly.

'Yum. An early Christmas present. Now, slowly or I'll send Anita over to punish you.' 

'She was here last night and I survived, sort of. Do your worst, you baggage.'

***********

I shook myself out of my daydream and splashed back to the beach for a quick shower to get the salt off. Twenty minutes later the water-taxi was skimming across the three miles of ocean to the seaplane jetty.

The resort is exclusive and remote. In fact the Maldives define remote. If they were any more remote they'd be in a parallel universe. There's absolutely nothing but sea and coral and tropical greenery. Nothing that is, except sheer luxury, with hot and cold running service twenty-four hours a day, or total isolation, depending on how you feel. I saw the little seaplane in the distance and drained my beer. 

They came up the wharf looking tired and rumpled from fourteen hours traveling, uncomfortable in their European clothes, groggy from lack of sleep. A cheerful guy followed with their luggage, and I stepped into the sun-glare to greet them.

'Hi, kids, welcome to Paradise.' Two seconds later I had a double armful of warm girl to cope with, and two pairs of lips nuzzling my face and neck. The luggage carrier and the barman were grinning at me and I grinned back. Eat your hearts out, guys.

In the water-taxi they began to look around. 

'Luke, this is gorgeous, where are we going, it's incredible, is this why you told us to get a tan before we arrived, what's the bungalow like, how far is it...' They were both talking at the same time.

'Twenty minutes and we're there. We'll have to wade ashore. You might as well take your jeans off now or they'll get soaked.' Inge leapt up.

'Just our jeans, or the whole lot?' I smiled.

'Better keep your underwear on or we'll be part of the first shipwreck that's ever happened here.' Trudi began to strip as well, then they stuffed their clothes into their bags, looked at each other, smiled, and sat down opposite me. 

I gazed at them and felt a surge of lust. For two girls with such similar coloring they were completely different. Inge, tall and slim, with tawny golden skin, her hair cropped short, small breasted and narrow hipped, winked at me lazily. She was wearing a slender thong and a matching silk camisole, and her tiny nipples pressed against the thin fabric as the wind molded it to her body. Trudi sat next to her, more compact, darker and riper, her full breasts pushing against the sports bra that held them. Boy shorts clung to her hips and her prominent mound strained the material. Her hair was streaming out in the breeze of our passage. 

'What are you grinning at?' she asked sleepily.

'Just happy,' I said, and realized with surprise that I was speaking the honest truth. The bow bumped gently against sand and I hopped out. 

'Come on, kids. Shower and sleep. We'll eat later.' They stepped out into the water. Trudi sank to her knees and splashed her face, then looked up.

'It's almost like a bath.' Inge looked down at her silk underwear then shrugged and copied Trudi. She ducked her head under the water and when she surfaced, lunged at Trudi and pushed her under too. I gestured to the boatman and held out a note, and he somehow managed to pass me the cases and pocket the money at the same time. Holding my arms as high as possible I staggered out of the water and put them on the beach. He gave me a thumbs-up and put the craft into reverse. The girls had stopped splashing and were floating in the shallows, hand in hand, their faces turned up to the sun. Their underwear was all but transparent. I shucked my shorts and went back.

'Don't spoil those nice things with salt, you two. Get 'em off and enjoy. There's no need for clothes here.' The water had perked them up a bit and they struggled to their feet. Inge raised her arms, and I waded towards her and peeled the wet silk up and over her head, then eased the thong down, balling the garments up and tossing them onto the beach. She shuddered and stretched.

'That's better.' Her hands drifted down to my thickening cock and stroked me gently. 'Luke, I don't think I can manage...' I kissed her lightly.

'What you've got isn't to be wasted. Later, sweetheart. Where are the chains?' The thin golden hoops through her nipples glinted in the sunshine and I could just see the curve of her clit ring, but the chains that usually joined them were missing. Trudi giggled.

'Luke, no-one goes on an international flight with all that metal draped round them. It's hard enough explaining the rings if the security gate beeps at you. I made her put them in the case. Help me off with my stuff; I've got something to show you.' I stood behind her and undid her bra, letting her heavy breasts fall forward into my cupped hands.

'Those feel so good,' I whispered as I caressed them. 'What could you possibly show me that I don't love already?' She pushed the shorts down. 

'Let me get these off.' Her voice was full of suppressed laughter; I glanced at Inge who was watching us with a broad grin on her face. Trudi turned, her hands hiding her pussy. 'Watch carefully.' She moved her hands away and I stared.

She stood facing me, erect nipples centered on her ripe breasts, her waist surprisingly slim as her body tapered then flared to a gentle swell of hip and ass. She was lithe and wiry, but breasts and buttocks conspired to fool the eye. My gaze traveled to her crotch.

'What the hell are those?' The laughter surfaced in a bubbling rush.

'Look closely.' I knelt and peered. Perched just above the top of her slit, one to the left and one to the right, were two slender plaits of dark hair about two inches long. The rest of her was smooth and clean and the two braids caught the eye and held it. I reached out and tugged one gently.

'Trudi, these are fucking hair extensions.' She nodded, her eyes dancing.

I had the idea and Inge fixed them for me. It took ages to grow the base long enough to take the extensions, and waxing round them is a complete pain, but look.' She reached down and pulled the two little plaits apart and up. The skin over her slit stretched and lifted and as if by magic the tip of her clitoris peeked out from its suddenly visible sheath.

'Suck my tiny dick, Big Boy,' she giggled, and started laughing so hard that she lost her balance and fell backwards. I launched myself after her and as I landed felt Inge diving across me. We sat in the shallows, each of them snuggled into the crook of my arm. I reached down and tweaked one floating braid.

'What are they for, anyway?' Inge snickered.

'Because she likes it a bit rough, that's what. Pulling on those while you're inside her will make her toes curl, that's for sure.' Trudi nodded happily. 

'And you can vary the angle and everything. I can't wait to test them properly. I've been saving them for you.' 

'I'll be honored. Look.' A shoal of the tiny scarlet fish had appeared, flickering round our legs. The girls watched entranced as the bolder ones approached and explored us. Two of them closed in on Inge's crotch and she gasped.

'Are you sure they don't bite.'

'For God's sake woman, you're not in a remake of Jaws. Of course they don't.' We watched a little longer, the girls giggling as the fish explored their nooks and crannies, then I pulled them to their feet. 'The bed's waiting for you. Come on my lovelies.' 

***********

A little before ten, I peeked into the bedroom. I'd put their underwear to soak in fresh water and hung it to dry. I'd ordered a light supper from the service bungalow and a smiling guy in an electric cart had just delivered it. I'd laid the table, and champagne was chilling in an ice-bucket. Luke Lancer, man of many talents. 

The tropical night had fallen quickly and the only light was from a side lamp that one of them must have left on. They were curled on the broad expanse of bed, their heads on the same pillow, their bodies relaxed. My cock stirred as I gazed at them and I was tempted just to crawl onto the bed and wake them up the old-fashioned way. But I do like a little bit of ceremony and I'd made my plans. I turned the main lights on but left them dim, then sat on the bed and stroked their shoulders.

'Supper time, kids.' I ran my hands down their arms and then over their breasts. Trudi's filled my hand completely and I rubbed gently over the soft peak, feeling the familiar tickle as the nipple responded and began to stiffen. My other hand covered Inge's tiny breast completely. Her teats were already stiff, diamond hard, and the one that I was caressing scraped me suggestively. The room smelt pleasantly of clean girl and I gave silent thanks for my good fortune. I kept massaging them softly and waited.

The first sign of life came from Inge. Without opening her eyes she reached out and slid her hand into my groin, curling her fingers possessively round my cock.

'You're not wearing any clothes,' she mumbled.

'No need. You feeling hungry? For food I mean: I know you're always hungry for me.' Another hand slipped over my thigh and cupped my balls softly.

'Me too,' said Trudi. 'Fucking starving in fact, but if I went down on you now I'd probably chew before swallowing.' She sat up. 'I want supper and a swim and then see what comes up. Inge?' The taller girl nodded.

'I'd skip the swim, but you're right. I have to eat.' I lifted their hands from my body and stood.

'Dinner is served, ladies.' 

We ate and drank and talked, getting used to being together again. I told them about some of the events in Brussels and they giggled and told me about their lives in Vienna. Finally, Trudi drained her glass.

'The fact is that Brussels is just too far. Next year you take a job nearer to us. Somewhere close enough for weekend breaks.' Inge nodded.

'Or else we'll have to move to wherever you are. What's next on the agenda?' 

'Swim.' I ushered them off the patio and hit a switch before following them onto the beach. The night was warm and a tropical breeze caressed our skin.

'I can't get used to being naked', said Trudi, wonderingly. 'I mean, it's nearly midnight and it's as warm as Vienna in summer.' I put my arms round their waists and stroked their hips and buttocks. Their hands snaked out to my crotch like a well practiced tag team, grasping and squeezing. I raised my hands and pinched a firm nipple with each one, Inge's tiny and hard, Trudi's larger and still engorging.

The beach was dark, but ahead, at the water's edge, there was a soft glow. As we approached the girls gasped.

The resort management had placed a semi-circle of underwater lights in the shallows by each bungalow, and a crescent of impossibly clear water shimmered invitingly. The illuminated area faded into blackness after about twenty meters and a host of tiny, flickering marine life had been attracted by the light. Pure magic.

The girls watched, entranced. I waded into the warm, almost blood heat, sea.

'Come on in, kids, the water's fine.' Slowly, trying not to disturb the stillness of the water, they followed me in, and we lay quietly, watching the stars.

We swam lazily for a while, not splashing, unwilling to break the spell of silence and mystery that surrounded us. Whenever we came together our hands wandered over each others' bodies and, with no words being spoken, the sexual tension rose and strengthened. After twenty minutes I was painfully erect and Trudi's persistence was beginning to get to be too much. I slid out of her arms and made for the shore.

'I've made love in the sea once, my lovelies, and I promise you I was raw for a week and so was she. Soft tissue and salt water are fine till you add friction, and then it gets nasty. Last one in bed's a frigid cow.' I took off up the beach and was rinsing the salt off when they appeared and crowded into the oversized shower stall with me, panting. Trudi flung her arms round me and squeezed.

'Luke, it's perfect. I never even dreamt there were places like this. I thought it would just be a bit like the Canaries, but it's like the Garden of Eden, and I'm Eve.' She sank to her knees and drew me into her mouth, squeezing my glans between her tongue and upper lip. Her warm hand slithered round my hips and nestled in the crease of my ass and her finger tickled my anus. Inge turned and hugged me, pulling me into a deep kiss. We were all soap-free and I turned the water off.

'Come on, sweethearts. It's time to say hello properly.' Still damp, we moved to the bed, twined round each other like ivy. A flash of wordless bargaining passed between them and Inge let Trudi take the lead, standing back as the shorter girl pushed me down into the pillows. I was stiffening fast and she swung her leg over me and sank down till her labia were brushing my cock. She rocked herself forwards and backwards, sliding her slit along the shaft, coating me with the moisture from the shower and the beginning of her own lubrication. Her cunt was wide open, the thin lips pulled apart by her posture and the pressure of my cock. Her clit was engorged and red, and the shallow ridges of her inner folds glistened. Her breathing was quick and shallow.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 05b



This story follows on directly from the previous chapters, which in turn follow on from 'All Things Come...To He Who Waits'. Some characters from the first volume have reappeared, and Luke's personality and abilities are assumed to be already known. The rhythm of the narrative is changing, but it is still the same story....

After posting eighteen chapters of the Luke Lancer Saga in the previous format, (plot and character / some hot / more plot and character / more hot / close chapter, between 5000 and 6000 words per chapter), it was beginning to feel a bit tired. I like the characters and want to continue with their story, so in this and subsequent chapters, I'll be experimenting with different styles and approaches: mainly to see if it works for you, the reader, but also to stretch myself, the author. 

Thanks for all the feedback. Constructive comments always welcome.

Satyricon.

JANUARY. AUSTRIA / THEMALDIVES / BRUSSELS / THEBALKANS

AUSTRIA

There are webs, invisible but real, that connect people who care for each other. Uli lay on her familiar bed and thought about who mattered to her. Her mother and Karl, of course; her friends here in Vienna; the new friends she'd made at college in Munich; Luke...

She pondered about that. He wasn't fixed like everyone else, but he was part of her universe. He was who he was, and he couldn't be defined. She couldn't imagine not having him in her life, but she knew that if she ever tried to tie him down he'd drift away like smoke in the wind. On the other hand if she really needed him he'd be there. She was sure of that. Her hand drifted down to her crotch and she began to stroke herself gently. Thinking about him always made her damp. There was a light tap at the door and she sighed. 

'Come in, Mum.' The door opened and Frau Fischer, Angela, came in, carrying a tray.

'No party tonight, I'm bored with the TV, and Karl's been on the phone to Bea for hours and probably isn't going to hang up till next week, so I thought I'd come and bother you. What are you up to?' Her daughter smiled.

'I'm meant to be planning my design show, but I started thinking about Luke, and I was just beginning to touch myself up when you came in and spoiled everything.' Mother and daughter caught each others' eye and laughed. Angela offered Uli the tray.

'Hot chocolate with cream and Kirsch, as a sinful nightcap. Where is Luke, anyway?' Uli pouted exaggeratedly.

'In the Maldives with Trudi and Inge, and I'm feeling a bit jealous. I know I told him I was going to be tied up with college work and everything, but I do wish he'd tried a little harder to persuade me. I've got a sort of Luke-substitute at college, and he's a nice guy, and sexy too, but he doesn't quite cut it. I wish I didn't compare everyone with Luke.' Her mother nodded.

'I know that feeling. You didn't try to pin him down, did you?' Uli shook her head.

'We agreed we'd do something in the Spring. I'll try to think of something as a surprise.' Her eyes sparkled with sudden mischief. 'Maybe I'll take you along. That'd be a treat for him.' Angela smiled wryly.

'Mothers and daughters shouldn't even think about that sort of thing. But even if you did, I know he wouldn't let either of us down. We're a terrible pair of sluts, aren't we?'

'Not at all,' said her daughter robustly, 'Luke took us and shook us and made us both better, and we both love him a little bit and we don't mind saying so. And if you want to visit him I'll give you his address. So there!' She sat back in the bed, slightly flushed. Angela felt a prickling behind her eyes. 

'I remember when he brought you back here after your trip last summer. You'd turned into a woman and I could see so much of myself in you, and he noticed straight away and got out of the way in a flash so we could be with each other. He seems to understand things somehow...' 

THE MALDIVES

Inge turned over lazily and took the few strokes necessary to bring her alongside Trudi. The smaller girl was lolling in the shallows, her body dark after five days of tropical sun, and her hair floating around her head in the warm water. She was tugging idly at the two hair extensions that were the only decoration on her otherwise smooth mound, her eyes closed, her breasts just breaking the surface. Inge rolled smoothly and lay next to her. The thin gold chains that linked her nipples and clitoris shimmered against the glow of her slender body.

'Penny for your thoughts,' she murmured as she lifted the chains delicately, pulling her tiny, chocolate-dark teats away from her body and feeling the glowing wave of pleasure as her clit was treated to the same pressure. Trudi spoke without opening her eyes.

'I'm thinking about us and Luke and if it's going anywhere. I love him more than I want to, and I think you do too, and I love you and Uli, and Olga too, and you're my best friend, but ... there's a part of me that's getting all possessive. It frightens me a bit.' Inge looked at her friend.

'You've just said what I've been thinking. It wasn't till we arrived that I realized how much I'd been missing him. It's his own fault for being such a good guy; no, more than a good guy, a very special one. What are we going to do?'

'If we push, he'll be gone,' said Trudi quietly, 'He's always been completely upfront about not committing and he's not going to break his own rules. That's one of the reasons that we trust him. And another thing: if we really pushed, I think Uli would end up at the top of his pile. He likes us, and he's made us like ourselves more, but we were adults when we met him. With Uli it was different. You didn't know her then, but she was so spoilt, and neglected at the same time, and he showed her how to become the person she was meant to be, and his feelings for her are different. He's almost like an artist with his creation. You've seen the way he looks at her sometimes.' Inge nodded.

'It's something we'll have to work at. Not here, though, and not now. What do you want to do?' Trudi sat up and leaned over her friend. She tugged delicately at one slender chain and lowered her mouth to the small breast that was pulled to the surface.

'I want us to get the salt off and warm each other up in the shower, and when we're hot and ready to go we'll wake him up and bop his socks off. It's my turn for his cock this time.'

BRUSSELS

Laura finished tallying the week's figures and turned the computer off thankfully. She stretched to get the stiffness out of her neck and shoulders and wondered what to do next. Jeanne was on the desk and there were no more chores till the morning. She stretched again and wished the English teacher was back from wherever he'd gone for Christmas. Now would have been just the moment to see if he had a couple of hours to spare for a friend with privileges. She thought, not for the first time, how strange it was that he'd never tried to pressure her into bed. Of course, there were the two students who visited, and the older woman, their boss, and the beautiful Austrian girl, so it wasn't as if he was frustrated, but still... it made him unusual, to say the least. When she spoke to him he looked at her, and not at her breasts, she thought inconsequentially; that was rare, too. Her pussy tingled pleasantly: thinking about him was having its usual effect.

'I'm going to have a shower and then get something to eat, Jeanne,' she told the receptionist. Jeanne was reading a gossip magazine and nodded absently, and Laura stood and made for the lift.

In the shower, relaxing under the hot water, her hands drifted to her crotch. She rolled the ball of her thumb over her mound, feeling the tiny friction of her fine hair against the soft skin, and wriggled as she felt her pussy lips respond to the pressure. One finger slipped into the top of her slit and she began to stroke the little bump of her clitoral sheath. She closed her eyes and imagined that he was with her and that her finger was his tongue lapping at her tenderly, making her feel less like a big blonde cow and more like a prized delicacy. She brought her other hand up to her mouth and suckled on a finger, wishing that it was his cock, long and thick and hard, sliding over her lips...

THE BALKANS

'Not here, Goran,' said Anita irritably as she removed her boyfriend's hand from her breast for the third time in five minutes. 'My mother's in the next room, and anyway, I'm tired.' She moved away from him slightly and tried to ignore the sulky look on his face. It wasn't his fault, she thought. Brussels had opened her eyes and her mind, and home was suddenly provincial and dull, and poor Goran was provincial and dull too. He'd been pathetically glad to see her, and he'd been as attentive and loving as he could, but...

The Englishman was teaching her more than English, she realized, but she still wasn't quite sure what it was. All he did was listen quietly and make some gentle suggestions, and then fuck her in the way she'd always dreamt about, driving her harder and higher than she'd ever imagined possible. Always before, sex had left her feeling vaguely unfulfilled, even after a perfectly good orgasm, but with him, when he'd dragged her over the edge and let her soar and plunge in spirals of uncontrollable sensation, and then held her quietly, helping her come down without a bump, he'd always made sure she still felt cherished and wanted and warm and complete. She was glad he'd made no demands on her: she wasn't sure she'd be able to deny him anything... Goran made another grab for her and tried to kiss her, and she pushed him away again, pretending not to notice the hurt in his eyes.

          *     *    *

'Is Magda there? It's Elena Strevic, her boss.' Elena lay on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. The meetings had been helpful, and seeing her family had been comforting, but she wanted to get back to work. Don't kid yourself, girl, she thought: you want to get back to Luke too. With her free hand she toyed idly with her nipples. She'd never imagined that a man could be so completely there when he was needed, and sensitive enough not to push when he wasn't. Sometimes she wondered if he was a mind reader.

'Hello?' Magda's voice was cautious.

'It's Elena. Can you talk?' There was a pause.

'In English would be better. I'm still up to my neck in family. What's up?'

'I'm all finished and don't know what to do. I was thinking of going back tomorrow and clearing some of the paperwork. It'd be nice to make some wiggle room in case anything comes up.' There was a chuckle down the line.

'Are you being my boss or my friend? If you're my boss then you're setting a wonderful example and I agree about the workload and I'll tear myself away from here and come with you to help, and if you're my friend I know precisely what you hope will come up, and I'll tear myself away from here, etc., etc.' Elena let out the breath she'd been holding.

'I'm being both, really, because somebody showed me how to. If I get us seats on a flight tomorrow afternoon will that give you enough time?' A short pause, then:

'Can you get three tickets? I called Anita this morning and she's desperate to get away. Her boyfriend's trying to persuade her to apply for a transfer back here, and her parents want her to settle down and have babies, and if she doesn't escape soon she's going to have a huge row with everybody and then feel guilty and upset.' Elena nodded to herself. She wasn't surprised.

'I'll call her, and come over all official and make sure her family knows she's indispensable and is needed urgently. What are you doing at the moment?' There was another chuckle.

'Planning my excuses. Look, my mum is listening like mad but she doesn't speak English at all, so let's have an argument that she can understand, and then she'll know that you're a mean boss and you're forcing me back to work and it's not just me leaving early.' Elena shifted on the bed and slid her free hand to her pussy. She pushed a finger through her humid folds and felt a ripple of pleasure flicker through her belly.

'OK. But I warn you: I'm naked, and I'm touching myself, thinking about what might come up, and I'm beginning to get wet, so it had better be a short, sharp argument.'

BETWEEN THE MALDIVES AND BRUSSELS

The flight attendant was being too solicitous, so I'd asked for a blanket and was pretending to be asleep. The last two days with Trudi and Inge had passed in a dizzying haze of pleasure, each of us conscious that our time together was dwindling. Unspoken questions had hovered over us and I knew that they both wanted to make plans for next time, but I'd said nothing and they hadn't pushed. They'd nibbled round the problem though.

'Nothing nicer than a mouthful of cock for breakfast,' Trudi had mumbled as I struggled to wake up. She was crouched over me, her rump high in the air, her head moving gently as she ran her lips along the length of my shaft and back. Inge was sitting cross-legged at my head, trailing her fingers over my forehead and round my ears. The posture had pulled her pussy lips wider apart than usual, and the entrance of her vagina winked brazenly at me. Her labia were glistening and I reached out and swiped the length of her with my thumb, then transferred it to my mouth, savoring the fresh dew.

'Nothing like fresh pussy if no-one's squeezed any oranges. What have you two got in mind now?' They looked at one another slyly, then Trudi's mouth sank back down my cockshaft and Inge's face split in a wide grin.

'We're going to make sure you miss us, and that you go home thinking that we're the best tag team you've ever met. That way we might get invited again.' I could sense a current of seriousness under her light words and I flicked her clit ring gently then blew over the little nub that was beginning to protrude.

'One, you're a tag team to die for, as you both know very well, and two, I seem to remember that this little jaunt was your suggestion. I'm the one that should be hoping for a return match. Why not let Trudi get on with what she's doing and you come and sit on my face?' Her eyes lit up and she rose smoothly to her knees and straddled me.

'You'd really rather have me than orange juice?' All this talk about breakfast was making me hungry.

'Oranges are cheap and easy. Get your ass down here, woman.' I reached up and grasped her hips, pulling her gaping pussy to my mouth, and her hot, moist folds closed over my lips. Trudi stroked my balls gently and swirled her tongue round my glans and my hips quivered with anticipation. Inge gasped suddenly and I realized that Trudi had hooked one finger through her chain and was tugging at it gently. I felt Inge's clit moving rhythmically against my lower lip and stabbed my tongue up and into her hot vault, gathering the seeping juices of arousal that she was producing. Her body twisted and she forced herself further onto me, her breath quickening. The strong muscles in her thighs were trembling and I pulled my head back, rimming the crinkled bud of her anus delicately and worrying at the tight ring of her sphincter with the tip of my tongue. 

Trudi's lips were suckling daintily at my cock, then she raised her head and I sensed her body rising and turning. Moments later her plump labia were caressing my glans. She was sodden with lust and as she sank onto me, searching for the deepest penetration she could stand, Inge leant forward and embraced her. I reached behind me and pulled the pillow forward so I could maintain contact with her pussy. They were settling into a shared cadence, accelerating infinitely slowly, and I let my focus narrow to the triangular union of our bodies. Each thrust of my cock evoked a hiss of breath from Trudi and I felt the force of my energy rising through her and sparkling from her to Inge. The waves sank through her body and I tasted my own desire on her pussy, magnified by its voyage through their bodies. We held the moment and time slowed, our bodies moving as one, knowing each others' needs perfectly. They were as centered as I was, each of us perfectly balanced in the giving and acceptance of pleasure. It's rare to find that with one woman: to achieve it with two is a gift from the gods, and I thrust upwards at the same moment as suckling at Inge's clit, my mind filled with lust and gratitude. Inge writhed as I caught her clitoral ring in my teeth and twisted it slightly; her thighs spasmed once and a trickle of fresh juice dribbled onto my face. At the other end Trudi's tempo had increased and her stomach muscles were beginning to contract, squeezing my cock as she rode me to her climax.

The end came suddenly, taking us all by surprise. As Trudi tugged harder on Inge's chains the taller girl reached forward and pinched and twisted her nipples with the delicate cruelty that Trudi sometimes craved. Her pussy clutched me like a vice and her hand jerked Inge's chain again. I felt my balls lurch and churn as both girls ground down onto me, and the tide of orgasm broke over us. With one last despairing thrust I emptied myself into Trudi's hungry cunt and at the same time Inge groaned and flooded me with a rush of fluid, sweet and pungent. Trudi stiffened over me, holding herself motionless as her internal muscles milked me dry, then she slumped forward against Inge and their mouths met in a slow kiss.

A hand was shaking me and I opened my eyes reluctantly.

'We're beginning our descent into Brussels, sir. Could you please raise your seat to the upright position and fasten your seatbelt?'

BRUSSELS, THE PENSION

Exhaustion had caught up with me and I'd slept for nearly fourteen hours, with only one bladder-break. When my eyes opened and didn't feel as if they were being propped up with matchsticks, I decided to give consciousness another chance. Heaving myself upright I set a course for the shower.

Soap and hot water never disappoint. Twenty minutes later, smooth of chin and clear of eye, I sauntered down the stairs. My body said it was early morning but the clock disagreed and insisted that it was nearly eight in the evening. I didn't care. I wanted breakfast. As I came down the last flight Laura looked up from her computer screen and saw me. 

'Luke, you're awake! How are you feeling? You're so brown!' She looked as if she wanted to hug me but was worried about appearing forward, so I slipped behind the desk and put my arms round her.

'Good to see you too, kid. How was Christmas and New Year?' She let go of my neck and made a face.

'Lots of work and not enough fun, not this side of the counter at least.' She blushed prettily. 'I crossed the counter once, with a guy from Poland who was staying, but it was a mistake. He looked a bit like you, and I think that's why I let him persuade me. Afterwards, he asked me how it was for me, and when I told him it had been the best twenty-three seconds of my life he got all huffy and checked out early.'

'Some guys just can't take a joke. When I've got some routine back we'll go and have a meal and you can tell me all the sordid details, but what I want now is food. Are you on duty all evening?' She nodded and I scowled exaggeratedly, and she blushed again and smiled. Then she went back into professional mode.

'Before I forget, there've been messages piling up for you for a couple of days now. They're all from your harem, I think, trying to find out when you'll be back, at least that's who they sounded like. I didn't want to disturb you so I told them that you were still away and they should try again later.' She shook her head. 'What puzzles me is how we're not jealous of each other.'

'Harem? We?' She wagged a finger at me but her eyes were dancing. 

'You know what I mean. Four of us, not counting your girlfriend from Austria, and they're friends, so they obviously know about each other, and I know about them and no-one seems to mind. You're a very odd person, and I don't know how you do it. I mean, all my life I've been a possessive bitch, and suddenly I'm not, and it doesn't even feel like sharing.' I shrugged.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 06



Definitely not a stand alone; a longer chapter, harder to write, and the sex is secondary to the characters. If you've been following the story, you'll see where it's going, but if it's the first time you've clicked on 'Satyricon'..., well, sorry, people: this is in 'Novels and Novellas' because that's more or less what it is - to understand the cast, their motivation, and what's happening to them, I advise you to (at least) skim the earlier chapters rather than skip them. Luke and Uli's relationship is changing: they aren't exactly out of control, but they're developing a life of their own, and I'm keen to see where they end up. Thanks for all the feedback: I'm not quite sure why most of it is private rather than public, but keep it coming. To those of you who've made suggestions, extra thanks. I've used some of your ideas in this and subsequent chapters.

Satyricon 

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BRUSSELS / THE ARDENNES, FEBRUARY

MAGDA, ELENA, ANITA 

Magda put the phone down feeling frustrated. Where was he when she wanted him to need her? She shook her head and laughed at herself. Who was she trying to kid? This wasn't a love affair, and the need wasn't equal. On the other hand, she thought, it was more than just an arrangement. She counted on her fingers. From the end of August to the middle of February; call it five months, and she'd been in his bed exactly... exactly nine times. That wasn't very much, really, but she couldn't believe the change in herself: she was taking control of meetings, putting her point of view, arguing her corner, feeling confident. She was beginning to be noticed. The deputy head of the German delegation had asked her out to dinner, and she'd accepted, surprising him by taking charge afterwards, brushing his advances aside gracefully, and then saying goodnight politely and leaving. Word had spread and now she was successful, mysterious and unattainable, and highly sought after: everything the skinny little small town girl had ever dreamed of; she was honest enough with herself to know that she'd leaned on him while she did it, and to acknowledge that he'd never pointed that out.

The office door opened and Elena came in. She threw her briefcase on her desk and sat down. Magda looked at her.

'You can't always get you want,' she sang mockingly. Elena's head whipped up and she stared at the younger girl, who looked straight back at her. Finally she nodded wryly.

'Not this weekend anyway.' Magda shrugged.

'Neither can I. Elena, I need to say something unwelcome.' Elena looked suspicious.

'What's the problem?' Magda crossed her fingers.

'Us. You're pissed because he's somewhere else, and you were wondering if he'd made plans with me; I was wondering the same about you, we're both wondering about Anita, and unless I'm mistaken, that blonde receptionist at the hotel was pissed with him and with me too. There's a word for that and it's called jealousy. Now then, as friends, what are we going to do about it, and as the boss, how are you going to prevent it affecting the team? Are we going to blame him for having his own life? He doesn't do anything without thinking, and if he's pushed off somewhere without saying anything it's deliberate.' She stopped and sat back, gazing calmly at her boss. Elena's eyes half-closed as she thought it through. 

'Well, fuck you for being clever.' She sounded annoyed. 'I should have picked up on this. It's been getting worse recently, hasn't it?' Magda said nothing, but her eyes agreed. Elena was about to continue when the door crashed open and Anita stamped in. When she saw the other two she blushed deep red.

'Sorry. I didn't realize there was anyone still here. I thought you were....'

'Off with Luke and you were being neglected,' interrupted Magda. 'We're talking about that.' Anita blushed again.

'How did you know...?'

'Working week's over, kids,' said Elena decisively. 'I'm inviting you for a TGIF drink, in the first decent bar we come to. Come on.'

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They found a bar and commandeered a secluded table but by common consent they didn't raise the subject that was at the front of everyone's mind until the first drink had arrived, and the realization that it really was the weekend was trickling through them. Anita put her glass down and sighed.

'That's better. I actually went to the pension to find him. And that big blonde girl on the desk told me that he'd left, and that he'd said he was going away for the weekend. So I asked if he said where he was going, and she shook her head and said that he'd hired a car and had a bag with him. She looked sort of bottled up and angry, and I immediately thought that he was taking one of you away, and that's why I was banging about when I got back to the office. I'm sorry...' Magda raised a hand.

'It's no good beating ourselves over the head. If he's gone off with a car and a bag, then he's meeting someone, and the only person I can think of is the Austrian girl, the one I told you about, who tore that Bruno to pieces for me. (Author's note: for details of this incident see Vol. 2, Ch. 02b: A little gentle castration) And it's either to get away from us, because we're getting too complicated, or to spend time with her, because he's really fond of her. It's probably a bit of both.' She sat back and drained the rest of her rum and coke. 'I want another one of these, please.' Elena signaled the waitress.

'As long as you don't get tipsy. So one way or another he's avoiding us, and if we're honest with ourselves, we can't blame him. We've been pushing him too much and it's up to us to sort something out. One thing's definite: I don't want to lose him. We're beginning to punch way above our weight in this town, and that's mostly because your English has improved so much, thanks to him. He's worth every exorbitant cent we're paying him. So how do we sort things out?'

'I'm not going to put up with a rota,' said Anita. 'I had enough of that at school. Elena, you're the boss. Make an executive decision that doesn't involve rotas.' Elena shook her head.

'Easy to say. Let's be honest: we're all a little bit in love with him, but we're not stupid, none of us and we don't think we've got a future with him: he's not the type, and we wouldn't be here if we weren't ambitious bitches. If you had to choose between him and your career, what would you decide?' She looked challengingly at the other two and waited. Neither of the younger girls replied. Then Magda stirred.

'Point taken. We've got to stop using him as our default setting. I think I'm going to start dating. I quite fancied that German guy I had dinner with; in fact walking away at the end of the evening was difficult. So I'm going to take the blinkers off. Part of his attraction is that he doesn't make any demands. If we say, "sorry, busy tonight", he smiles and gives us a kiss and goes off to do his own thing, so we really shouldn't expect him to be on hand whenever we need... whatever. I'm confident enough to handle other guys without needing to be in his shadow any more, and if I screw up, he'll help. I trust him completely to do that. I don't want to cut him off completely though. There's something about him...' She stopped, embarrassed. Anita looked worried.

'I've always had a boyfriend, so I've never dated or anything like that. I'd worry about feeling like a slut, and, and... I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way he does. I could hardly bear to have Goran touch me at Christmas, and I felt so mean.' Elena waved to the waitress for another round.

'I don't think we should sleep around, but making proper lives for ourselves is a good idea. After all, if he was just another English teacher, we'd be doing that anyway.' She was quiet for a minute. 'I'm not giving him up either, but I'm going to try and put him in perspective. And another thing: something changed over Christmas. That's why we're here. When he was totally focused there was nothing to fight about, but now...'

'You're right.' Magda's voice was quiet. 'There's someone at the front of his mind, and it isn't any of us.' 

The three women sat quietly, staring into their drinks, feeling the bittersweet regret of necessary loss.

LUKE AND ULI

'The Ardennes?' I protested feebly. 'We'll freeze to death and get lost twice a day. Why not somewhere civilized?'

'No cellphone cover, no distractions, and if it's cold we'll just have to snuggle.' Uli reached over and put a hand on my thigh. 'It's not exactly the third world, you know. Straight down the motorway and I'll tell you which exit. I was looking at maps and guides on the plane.' I was concentrating on the road but I risked a glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of jeans and looked as stunning as ever. When she'd come out of the arrival gate at the airport my heart had done flip-flops in my chest. It wasn't a feeling that I recognized.

'You've let your hair grow.' She ran her hand through her bright golden tresses and looked pleased.

'Do you like it? I'm doing some of my own modeling for the Spring Show, and the designs need the longer look. I've still got a ton of work to do, but I'm glad I'm here. I needed a weekend away from everything. It's been a long time since it was just us.' She sounded pensive, and I felt a flutter of apprehension. Women are wonderful, and I love them, but every so often they want to haul everything out and inspect it. Still, better her than anyone else, I thought, and then realized with a start what I was implying. I pretended to concentrate on driving again. She was fiddling with the radio and when she'd found a station she could tolerate she leaned back.

'Tell me what's been happening. I know about Christmas already. I've spent hours on the phone to Trudi and Inge and they insisted on giving me all the details. It sounded so much fun. I ended up feeling quite jealous. What about the job?'

'If I start telling you about that we'll miss our exit.' I sighed. 'Well Christmas was ... it was fun, but I ended up wanting more than fun. I think Trudi and Inge noticed that, so they probably didn't have as nice a time as they should have. As for this lot here, they seem to need me more than they did. Fun is fine, wanting is fine, lust is fine, loving a little bit is fine, but needing makes me nervous. Them needing me makes me nervous, is what I really mean, I suppose, so I sent a message in a bottle to you, begging for help. Are you nervous that I need you?' She patted my thigh more firmly.

'Certainly not. That's what love-buddies are for. It sounds as though there might be some sensitive spots under your Mr. Cool packaging, though. It'd be better if we talked about it when I can soothe your sensitive spots if I need to.' 

'Sounds like a plan. What about you? I feel guilty about not being more in touch, and that's bugging me too. I'm beginning feel I'm not functioning too well at the moment.'

'What about me?' Her voice was thoughtful again. 'I've got my sensitive spots too. Trudi told you I'm having an affair with one of my supervisors, didn't she?' I nodded, wondering what was coming next. 'He's a really nice man,' she said, 'I mean, he annoys me sometimes, because he's a bit obvious about showing me off, and telling people who my father is, but I've told him I'm not just arm-candy and he's working on that. He's a good teacher, and a very talented designer, and he's respected by everyone, and the sex is good, and we laugh a lot, but when I told him I was going away for the weekend he couldn't understand and was really upset. The sad thing is that I don't feel as bad as I ought to about hurting him.' She lapsed into silence and I didn't reply. There were a lot of things not being said. I drove and tried to decide what I wasn't saying. After another sixty kilometers she nudged me.

'Next exit: I'll give you directions.' By now it was fully dark, and I slowed as she peered at the map. After only one wrong turn she gave a crow of triumph. 'Who says women can't navigate? There it is, look!' Sure enough, there was a sign saying 'Hotel'. I didn't have time to count the number of stars.

'Uli, this place looks like the royal palace of Ruritania. I wasn't thinking quite so far upmarket.'

'This one's on me. The book says it's really comfortable, and that they're friendly and welcoming, and ideal for quiet luxury. It sounds perfect.'

'They won't be quite so friendly and welcoming with a couple of scruffy layabouts spoiling their décor. We'll probably have to rent a tie to get in, or promise never to leave the room in daylight, or...' She reached over and ruffled my hair.

'You're so sweet when you get nervous. I live in a shared flat, you know, and do my own cooking and everything. But with you I can splash out without feeling self-conscious, because you don't care much about money.' I pulled up outside the huge double doors of what was really quite a respectable castle.

'Money's not important until you haven't got any. OK, but I'm leaving you to do the arguing. I'll just be a bit of rough that you've picked up for the weekend.' She giggled.

'And you can look shifty, as if you're casing the joint for valuable ornaments. Come on.' I followed her, lugging the bags. Why do women need so much luggage? 

'Even our cases are inadequate,' I muttered, and she giggled again. We pushed through the doors and trekked across a couple of acres of polished floor to the reception desk. A stuffy-looking character peered down his nose at us and Uli went into action. To my complete lack of surprise we were expected, along with her platinum credit card, and ten minutes we were being shown into a suite that was larger than some flats I've lived in. The bell-hop put our bags down and left, and she jumped at me.

'I've been waiting for this for ever. I started planning the moment I got your e-mail. Let's get our clothes off and into the Jacuzzi and say hello properly and then have something to eat. I'm hungry for everything.' As she spoke she was pulling her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath she was wearing a simple white bra. Throwing the sweatshirt on the bed she began to undo her jeans.

'Come on, you, I don't want to do this by myself.' I began to take off my own clothes, hurrying to catch up with her. I was still hauling my chinos down my legs when she pulled her panties off, then darted forward and held them to my nose.

'See what you do to me. Breathe in.' The crotch of the panties was damp and I inhaled her scent with a shiver of recognition. She dropped them to the floor and bent to pull my boxers down, then straightened up and melted into my arms. The long warm length of her pressed against me as she wrapped her arms round my neck and pushed her face into my shoulder. Her voice was muffled when she spoke.

'I promised myself I wasn't going to say this yet, but I can't help it. I've missed you so much and I've been trying so hard not to, but it's no good. I think I'm a Lukeoholic. And when I read that bit in your e-mail about between the ears as well as the legs I started to cry, and I remembered Spain. It's exactly how I've been feeling.' I squeezed her hard and tried to ignore the flash of panic that ran through me. (For details of Luke and Uli in Spain, see ATC vol 1, June and July.)

'I've been missing you too. Let's get clean.' I scooped her up and staggered into the bathroom, then stopped dead. 'Jesus, Uli, it's like the engine room of the Enterprise. Where do we start?' She wriggled out of my arms.

'I bet you can't program a video player either. Let an expert have a look.' I watched as she squatted over the huge sunken Jacuzzi and examined the taps. She balanced easily, her slim body twisting gracefully as she tested the controls. She was paler than I remembered, and although her increasing maturity had added a fraction to the curves of breast and hip, her waist was as slender and supple as ever. I could just see the soft outer surface of her breast and a hint of darker pink between her legs, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. Suddenly there was a coughing roar, and water began to spurt into the tub. She straightened up looking pleased with herself. 

There's temperature control and everything. What do you want to smell of?'

'Excited girl would be nice,' I said, and she came into my arms again.

'That's a given, but we don't want to empty the dining room when we go down.'

'We could eat here: that'd save getting dressed.' She shook her head.

'You know this isn't just a sexfest. Look at me and say it ain't so.' I tried, but my eyes fell away and I grinned sheepishly.

'I hate it when you're right.' She kissed me lightly, but the contact deepened and lengthened as our bodies engaged. She purred and forced her hips forward against mine.

'You made me grow up,' she murmured, 'and I bless you for it every single day. But underneath I'm still a brat. I want to get horizontal and taste you.' She pulled at my neck and we lowered ourselves onto the soft mat that lay in front of the tub. She reached out and turned off the water, then ran her tongue over my cockshaft and round my balls.

'Some sweat, and a whiff of piss, but nothing to complain about.' She dipped a hand into the tub and scooped warm water over my glans, massaging it gently as it swelled in her hand, then nuzzled the tip and stretched out next to me. 'That's better. I love feeling it grow. Just lie back and enjoy.'

'No way sweetheart. Together or not at all. Get yourself over here.' Her mouth enveloped me as she swung round and raised her thigh before lowering her crotch to my face. Her scent was stronger than usual, and my head swam as I caught the mixture of musk and sweat that emanated from her. My cock jerked in her mouth and she gave a muffled chuckle. The delicate folds of her labia were glistening with the dew of anticipation, and I reached out tentatively with my tongue, lapping at the warm petals as they unfurled for me, reacting to my gentle intrusion. The rhythm of her mouth on my shaft faltered and she purred again before settling back to her task. I pulled her closer to me and separated her pussy lips with my thumbs. Her clit was peeping out of its cave and I flicked my tongue tip over it, eliciting a gasp. My cock began to vibrate and I knew that she'd started the wordless, almost inaudible humming that I remembered so well. I continued laving and nibbling at her, unwilling to hurry matters or break the spell that she'd cast over us, letting her dictate the tempo, concentrating on the young body that I knew so well. I closed my lips over the nub of her clit and focused on her sensations. It was if a warm, powerful engine was running inside her, and my cock swelled as I imagined her moving into a higher gear. Her breathing became audible and I suckled harder at her clit before slowly sliding two fingers into her now sodden pussy. Time slowed and accelerated simultaneously.

There's a point at which sex morphs into sex plus, and another point, a little further on, where it turns into something else that I've never really understood. Uli and I didn't reach that third plateau then, but we came close to it. I thrust involuntarily into her, striving to bury myself completely in her mouth, and she moved back, prolonging the teasing, and most unfairly forcing herself harder against me. All my senses were overwhelmed by the immediacy of our union, and I felt the familiar lurch as my center of gravity dropped to my balls and they contracted and rode up to the base of my shaft. Uli felt the change and the cadence of her movements changed, becoming slower and stronger, as she pulled herself in my wake. I moved my head back slightly.

'You're tailgating, girl.' My cock throbbed as she giggled round it, then her dripping crotch was glued to my mouth again. I stabbed my tongue hard against the tip of her clit and twisted my fingers inside her, stroking against her G spot, and thrilled to the feel of her muscles beginning to contract and spasm. My balls tightened again and her mouth slowed, then quickened as my seed erupted into her. Her own climax gripped her and she pulled her mouth from my shaft and cried out softly, her hands digging hard into my buttocks as I fountained over her face and hair. I felt my senses spinning, and from nowhere, and completely unexpectedly, a feeling of coming home swept over me.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 07



BRUSSELS, MARCH

E-MAILS

ANGELA FISCHER TO LUKE

Dearest Luke

Ulrike gave me your e-mail address nearly a month ago, after your weekend in the Ardennes, but it's taken me this long to think everything through. 

Luke, have you got any idea how happy she is? She paid a flying visit the other weekend and we talked for I don't know how long. She hasn't told me everything, I'm sure, but something's happened and it must be you. She's happier with herself, and more relaxed about the problems with the person she's seeing at college, and she can talk about you without that strained look that she had for a while. I suspect she loves you more than she knows, and when she said she'd managed to say something about that, I nearly cheered. If it were anyone else I'd be worried to death, but with you I know she's safe.

She's told me something about your life in Brussels. It sounds as if you've been having a fine old time there. God knows what the diplomatic community must make of you. If they're anything like the ones I know then you're a most salutary treat for them.

When Ulrike and I were talking at Christmas I jokingly mentioned that it was about time I had my twice-yearly crack at you. When she took me seriously I tried to pull back, but she wasn't having any of it, and I felt terrible. One, because mothers and daughters don't share men, and two, because just the thought of it got my juices flowing. I don't know what poor Klaus imagined was happening. I was demanding his special massages every day and driving him wild. You know he doesn't really like touching women in that way. Still, he's less clinical than a vibrator. 

And now, without pulling any strings, (I solemnly promise), an invitation has arrived out of the blue. There's an EU Interior Ministers' meeting in Brussels in two weeks and the Austrian Ambassador is hosting a reception. And I was at school with his wife, and one thing led to another and... I swear I didn't angle for the invitation, but it arrived. Serendipity, I think it's called

So... could you bear the idea of escorting an old hag to the reception? It'll be nice safe territory for us to say hello to each other again, and decide if it's OK to have fun, or whether it might not be such a good idea. Ulrike explained how she'd brought the subject up, and she told me your reaction, and that I shouldn't take you for granted: don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs, I told her. It was so wonderful to see her really caring about someone else, even if it was only me. (Maybe it was you as well – I've only just thought of that.)

Tell me if it's a good idea or not.

With love, Angela 

LUKE TO ANGELA

Old hag be damned. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to escort, (virtuously if necessary), the second most beautiful woman in Austria to a diplomatic reception. New experiences are the spice of life. Uli is something else, and it's a privilege to know her, and I'm working at understanding and responding to what she said. (Why do you still call her Ulrike, by the way?) But apart from that, you and I are the people who know best how hard she's worked and how much she's achieved, and we're allowed to get together and gloat over her success. Tell me where you're going to be staying, and I'll pick you up, do the diplomatic bit, and give you supper afterwards. It'll give me a chance to show off my new suit.

Love, Luke

ULI TO LUKE 

Hi, darling,

Mum's so excited about her trip that she can't sleep! She called me to ask what you meant about the suit and I told her to wait and see. Don't worry too much: I trust you and I trust her, and I know you'll help her if she lets you. She could probably help you too, if you've got the balls to talk to her. Anyway, if the two people I love most in the world can't help each other, then what have we come to? 

Work here is horrendous, and I'm not going to surface till Easter at least. Lottie and I are designing and cutting and sewing all night, and lectures and classes are still in full swing all day. If they could bottle sleep and sell it I'd buy a case.

Things with Dieter are difficult, but I'm handling them better than I thought I would: some of the problem is work, and the rest isn't his fault and I'm not going to bitch about him. When we see each other I might ask you for some Luke-type advice.

Please be nice to Mum: she deserves it, and she's due some good times. The bed bit is up to the two of you, as long as she has some fun and starts thinking positive: I've thought about it and I'm not going to be jealous of my own mother. If Trudi and Inge and the Brussels chorus-line don't worry me, why should she?

Luke, everything we said last month is burned into my soul. If you want me not to love you, you'll have to turn yourself into someone I can't love.

Always, between the ears, 

Uli

LUKE to ULI

Message received. Keep helping me. Easter together, please, if you can spare the time. Would you like to come to Spain? I need to do some work on the house. Ears, XXXXX

ELENA, MAGDA, ANITA

There really is nothing like a long luxurious bath, Magda decided as she added more hot water to the steaming tub. She was small enough to stretch out completely, and only her face and nipples broke the surface. She felt at peace with the world, and thinking about the reception and what might happen afterwards gave her a pleasant fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew Jurgen would be there, and that if she played her cards right, then maybe... Her hand stole to her crotch and she pulled and twisted her pubic topknot gently, enjoying the feel of the hot water seeping between her heavy labia. 

The classes were going better too, she mused. The first time after her talk with Luke had been awkward, but he'd been as confident as ever and had helped her to handle it as well. And the night she'd spent with him last week had been the best yet. She pulled her pubic tuft a little harder as she remembered his cock nudging the mouth of her pussy and sliding in, slowly, oh so slowly, so that she could feel every vein as she drew him into her, the broad head stretching her with its familiar, gentle insistence, always the same, always fresh and different. The taste of her on his lips as their mouths met in a languorous kiss had excited her beyond belief. He was completely honest, she thought fondly. He'd explained what had caused the post-Christmas problems, admitted that he'd failed, letting his own emotions affect their learning relationship as well as their personal one, how he'd been forced to accept that his feelings for Uli had been blocking him, how he owed her for pointing this out to him... How many men, she wondered, would have taken the trouble to say so much? Now that she knew why a part of him was missing, and understood that he wasn't withholding anything except the corner of him that needed the Austrian girl, she'd been able to relax back into the innocent sensuality that had helped turn her into Magda mark II. 

'I've said this to Anita and Elena as well,' he'd murmured wryly, 'and I suppose you'll be comparing notes. When you do that, remember that I try to tailor classes to individual students. I say the same things, but in a way that I hope will engage each of them most directly. I've got to say that I've done the same with you three. No deception, just trying to connect completely. I've told them that bit as well,' he'd added. 'It's my own fault for having such bloody smart students, I suppose. Next year I'll make sure I get cretins.' The laugh had died in her throat as he'd begun again, caressing her breasts with his tongue and then moving south, using his mouth to excite her to fever pitch before driving into her and guiding her to another thrashing, moaning orgasm. Her hand snaked down from her mound and began to stroke the tingling lips of her pussy.

'What are you doing in there? Wearing out the soap?' Anita's clear voice rang out and made Magda jump. The door swung open and Anita hurried in and flung herself onto the toilet. She exhaled contentedly and began to piss. Magda smiled as a look of relief spread over her friend's face and Anita grinned at her.

'That's better. I thought I was going to burst. I'm only going to shower, so you don't have to rush out. What are you wearing? It's not black tie, is it?' 

'No, thank God.' Magda sat up and started conditioning her hair, combing it carefully. Her slim torso glowed in the steamy warmth of the bathroom.

'Are you calmer than you were during class?' she asked mischievously. She knew that Anita had stayed behind to "go over a few things" with Luke. Anita blushed, and then smiled reluctantly. She wiped herself delicately, wincing a little, then stood up and began to strip off her clothes.

'Bitch. It was wonderful. He could tell I was gagging for it and he took me from behind, over the classroom table, without even taking my knickers down. Just spun me round, pulled them to one side, and forced it into me, right between the tattoos, and I was so wet he slid straight in. My jeans were round my ankles and I couldn't move, and he wouldn't stop... God he's incredible: it was all over in twenty minutes, but it felt like an hour. I came like a train, three times, and I'm still feeling wobbly.' Her bra and panties followed her other clothes into the laundry basket and she turned to the mirror to inspect herself. Her pussy lips were slightly swollen, and Magda could see faint bruising on her hips: marks that could have been caused by strong fingers digging into delicate flesh. Her own pussy prickled enviously and she smiled to herself in anticipation.

'You like it a bit rough sometimes, don't you?' she said idly. 'That's not what I thought when I first met you. I thought you were little Miss Prim.' Anita squinted at herself, examining her face.

'Only a bit, and only sometimes,' she said quickly. 'Not what I thought either, and that's why I was crawling up the walls. And I was a bit prim, I suppose. Too shy to ask, too repressed to masturbate, too silly to realize. But here I am, stark naked, with his cum still dripping out of me, talking to you about it. He's sorted me out, bless him.' She stood up and ran her hands over her breasts, twisting her nipples gently till they stiffened, the areolas puckering. Her body shone with health, every muscle defined and toned without compromising her femininity. 'He made me look at myself. I always knew I was physical, but I hadn't made the connection between working out hard and liking hard sex. If he gives me a good seeing-to every two or three weeks that's fine by me, and to be honest it's all I need: I don't get distracted, and I can get on with my work. I'm not as complicated as you or Elena. You didn't say what you were wearing tonight.' Magda was using the shower attachment to rinse her hair.

'Well, it's lounge suits, so I can go short. I'm going to put my hair up and wear that maroon dress I bought last summer. It looks expensive, and there'll be enough skin showing to excite Jurgen. I've decided I'm going to have him or bust in the attempt.' She giggled and turned the spray off. Anita grinned at her as she stepped into the shower.

'Slut. We're both happier than we were a month ago, aren't we? I hope Elena feels the same.'

'She does,' said Magda. 'Didn't you see her on Monday? She had that well-fucked look about her, and she couldn't stop yawning.' The two girls caught each others' eye and started laughing.

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Elena finished dressing and sat down to do her make-up. She gazed at herself critically in the mirror. Not bad for an old broad, she thought. She looked at least five years younger than her age, and the stress wrinkles that had begun to worry her after Christmas had gone. That Luke, she chuckled to herself, he's something else: just waltzed back and fixed the situation, calmly telling her that he was fonder of the Austrian girl than he'd imagined, but that he wasn't going to let it affect him any more. He'd apologized politely for not sorting himself out sooner, and... she'd been completely disarmed, she realized, and hadn't protested when he'd casually told her that he was planning to bop her socks off as soon as they finished dinner. 

'That started out as an apology fuck,' he'd said hoarsely afterwards, as they sprawled on his bed, her breath still whistling in her throat as she hugged the warm glow of her second orgasm, trying not to lose the feeling, 'but I guess it went beyond that. If you carry on like this the next one won't be apologetic at all.' He'd smiled ruefully, drawing her into complicity with his confession, and she'd reached up and ruffled his hair, realizing with a start that she believed him, and that the relaxed intimacy she valued so much had been magically restored. She wondered again how he'd managed it, then tossed the thought aside. It was enough that he had. She discovered that she was humming to herself as she applied mascara to her lids, and shook her head again at the strangeness of it all.

ANGELA, LUKE 

The phone rang and Angela jumped to her feet.

'Yes?' The smooth voice of the receptionist spoke.

'Mr. Lancer has arrived, Frau Fischer, and is waiting for you in the bar.'

'Thank you.' She put the phone down and took a deep breath. It was ridiculous that she should be feeling like this. Rich, sophisticated, blasé, seen it all, and she was like a schoolgirl on a first date. She moved to the full-length mirror and checked herself. A slim, youthful figure looked back at her, its slender body expensively covered with a miracle in emerald silk. Her hair was recently cut and styled and the top-up surgery she'd endured the previous autumn took fifteen years off her. You're forty-four, she thought sternly, so just grow up. Her heart was light and she stuck her tongue out at herself before turning and leaving the suite with a spring in her step.

As she entered the bar a familiar figure rose from a small table and started towards her. She couldn't maintain her poise any longer and quickened her pace, a delighted grin spreading across her face.

'Oh, Luke, it's so good to see you again.' She turned her face up and he kissed her lightly on the lips, as if they'd seen each other only that morning. 

'Angela. You look stupendous and sexy and younger than ever ... and everything. How are you?' His voice was the same, soft and carrying a hint of amusement, and she put her arms round him and kissed him again, her nervousness gone.

'Suddenly I'm much better. What are we drinking?' He smiled.

'Practical as ever. Rumor has it that your friend the Ambassador will be serving "gluhwein", so I thought we'd better get a head start by having something decent first. There's a bottle of Sancerre waiting. I didn't want to start without you.' His German really is surprisingly good, she thought irrelevantly as he took her arm and seated her, then himself, and leaned back to look at her properly. A waiter arrived and the ceremony of wine-opening was performed. When their glasses were full and they'd toasted each other wordlessly he winked at her.

'Have you noticed that every eye in the room is clocking us discreetly? If I keep hanging out with the Fischer women it's something I'll have to get used to. How are you going to introduce me to people tonight?' Angela blinked.

'I hadn't thought about that. Will "friend of the family" do?' He nodded, and she suddenly realized that she'd never seen him formally dressed before. She looked more closely. 'Luke, where did you get that suit. It's beautiful. They must be paying you a fortune. What is it? Armani?' He shook his head.

'Fischer and Lottie. It's a one off.' It took her a moment to understand.

'Fischer and ...? You mean Ulrike? She made it?'

'Designed it, cut it, made it, with her roommate's help, she insisted on saying. It was a sort of New Year's gift. And you really should call her Uli. She won't thank me for telling you, but she hates Ulrike. It reminds her of Frau Kurtz.' Angela was only half-listening. She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the material.

'My daughter? You mean she made this? My God, Luke, it's incredible...' He took her hand.

'Calm yourself, Angela. She's the beautiful, rich daughter of a rich man and a beautiful woman. Don't be surprised if she creates rich, beautiful things. Get her to design for you. She'd absolutely love it if you asked her.' Angela shook her head.

'I can't believe it. Give me some more wine immediately: I think I'm in shock.' Luke's eyes looked quietly pleased as he poured and she felt a stab of emotion. He's thinking of her, and how she'll feel when I tell her what I think, she realized, stifling a twinge of envy. Luke was looking at her again.

'Don't worry about that,' he said. Tonight's for us, and for fun, and we'll decide the details when we get there. What time is this shindig meant to kick off?' She managed a smile.

'You really are dangerously perceptive,' she said seriously, 'and I'm damned if I know how you do it.' He shrugged in that familiar way.

'When they'd made me they broke the mold. In fact there was a petition signed by hundreds, begging them to break it .If we've got time I'd like to take you for a better drink and a nibble at Annette's. I'm aching to show you off, and there's a good chance there'll be people there that I know, and I'm not going to trust the Ambassador's canapés.' He looked like a kid with new shoes, and despite herself she laughed.

'What's Annette's?'

You'll see. Her wine's just as good as this place's, and about a tenth of the price. Come on.' He reached out and took her hand, and a thrill ran through her as he pulled her gently to her feet.

As they got out the taxi she burst into laughter.

'A bistro, an old style bistro! I haven't been in a place like this for years and years.' He put his arm round her and squeezed gently.

'High time you did, then. We'll be a bit overdressed, but the owner's a friend, and it'll be a nice contrast to the Embassy'. He opened the door for her and smiled ironically. 'After you, milady.' She gathered her shawl round her shoulders and entered.

Inside it was bigger than she'd expected. The décor was old fashioned and the room smelt of warmth and food and Belgian tobacco. A vast middle-aged woman approached, then saw who she was with, and pushed past her.

'Luke, my bad Luke, you look so smart! What a suit, Mon Dieu, you're like a prince.' She gathered Luke into a crushing embrace and Angela watched in amusement as he struggled to escape.

'Annette, Annette, control yourself. I can't be yours tonight. What would Pierre say if he found out? Tonight I'm being escorted, let me introduce you.' His French is really very good too, thought Angela as Annette turned to her and kissed her politely, then stood back and inspected her. She turned to Luke, her lips quirking into a smile.

'You are bad, really bad. You've brought her here to make me jealous.' She winked at Angela. 'Be careful with this one, ma cherie: he'll break your heart and you'll grow old and fat like me, and then where will you be?' She burst into gusty laughter and led them to a table. 'White wine and a bowl of mussels?' she suggested. 'You're going on somewhere, but a little sustenance is always necessary.' She dug Luke in the ribs. 'Would you rather have oysters, you bad boy? I used to make Pierre eat a dozen every night. They're very good for the male energies, I remember.' Angela stifled her laughter as Luke flushed. Annette chuckled wheezily again and waddled off, and Luke turned to Angela with a rueful shrug.

'What can I say? Her husband is the finest unknown chef in Brussels, and she's a gem. I come here a lot, because I plain love the place.' Angela realized that the other patrons were stealing surreptitious looks at them, and smiling as they caught Luke's eye. He nodded back at one enthusiastic voyeur and then glanced at her slightly shamefacedly. 'I said I wanted to show you off. My stock's rising by the minute. What do you think?' Angela blew him a kiss.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 08



The new format has settled down. Luke is still a first person voice, but I now present him from the point of view of others as well. The section headings tell the reader who the narrator is. Thus, 'MAGDA, LUKE', with Magda as the first name, is written from Magda's point of view, (in the third person), with Luke as another third person character whose actions are seen and felt through Magda's eyes. 'LUKE, ULI' on the other hand, with Luke's name first, shows that Luke is the narrative voice and will speak in the first person, while Uli will be seen through Luke's eyes... etc. One of the side effects is that I can get inside the other characters' heads more easily and there's lots more dialogue. I've tried the system with a couple of readers and they say they weren't confused... let's hope they weren't just being polite.

Regards, Satyricon

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BRUSSELS, MUNICH, SPAIN: APRIL

MAGDA, LUKE

'Don't you dare stop, you bastard, or I'll get off and bite it!' Magda pushed herself hard down onto Luke's cock and hooked her hands under his shoulders. Her head was resting on his chest and she heard his heart pounding as he arched his back and drove upwards into her. Her pussy was stretched impossibly wide to accept all of him, and a muffled gasp was forced out of her. His chest shook as he laughed softly at her response and fresh sparkles of desire chased through her. 

'I wouldn't dare,' he murmured into the top of her head. 'You might actually do it, and then you'd be really cross with yourself, and Elena and Anita would have to go into full mourning, and...' Magda slid forward, losing a precious centimeter of his length, and clamped her lips over his. She'd fully intended to kiss him till they ran out of breath but she felt a bubble of sheer joy rising in her and started laughing into his mouth. He grasped her hips, hauling her back and resettling her with his cock deep inside her. She felt it swell and the walls of her pussy were stretched again. His hand snaked down and the ball of his thumb brushed against her clit, rolling across the tip with delicate precision. She dug her fingers into his flesh and moaned helplessly. She was impossibly sensitive after the long, tender ministrations of his mouth, and groaned again as a warning quiver in her belly signaled another orgasm creeping up on her. He sensed the change in her and his fingertips stroked her again, his hips twisting and rising gently, drilling her and sliding the ridge of his glans across her G spot, raising her need another notch.

'I'm going to fill your cunt so full and so hard you'll be spitting my cum for a week, you sexy diplomat, you,' he whispered, and the coarse words crackled through her as he rolled their bodies over with gentle force and lodged himself between her legs. She was hopelessly spreadeagled, completely exposed to him, and he thrust hard, rolling his pubic bone over her mound and crushing her clit gently between their bodies. Their climaxes were gathering and he began to drive steadily into her, stoking their fires and pushing release closer and closer to the surface. She was being filled with unbearable need and she bit his shoulder hard as he accelerated again. Her body began to tremble helplessly as it readied itself for orgasm. A subtle change in his breathing told her that his balls had been dragged tight against the base of his cock and she strained to open herself even wider. A spasm of pure lust overtook her, and her cunt clamped down hard on his engorged cock. His breath was hot on her neck and he thrust twice, and then again, pushing her to the brink and then over it. She flailed beneath him, betrayed by her need, surrendering to the bolts of orgasm that pierced her, connecting every part of her in a web of agonizing fulfillment. Through the haze she felt the hot, powerful gouts of his seed forcing themselves into her, flooding her until she couldn't bear it, and she came again triumphantly, clenching herself round his cock and reveling in her power as he groaned helplessly. For a moment she hovered on the brink of Nirvana, and then the pinnacle was gone and she spiraled down, landing safely in his arms, she thought fancifully, her body relaxing, her heart hammering, her breath whistling through her as she gasped for air.

When his weight became too much she opened her eyes and gazed at his relaxed face, his familiar features only inches away, his eyes half-closed and his mouth half-open as he recovered. Sweat trickled down his temple and a drop gathered and splashed onto her cheek. I did that to him, she thought exultantly: he's the best fuck ever and I can wipe him out completely. She twisted and nibbled his chin tenderly.

'Off you get, Luke, or you'll crush me to death and poor Jurgen will be desolated.' His lips twitched in a half-smile at her confident request and he did as he was told, his cock sliding out of her, leaving a feeling of emptiness and need. She felt his semen dribbling out of her and wriggled round and wormed into the crook of his arm, holding the feeling of strength and desirability that he'd ignited. He caught her mood and lay quietly, letting her experience her victory.

'Alright then, missus,' he muttered finally. 'What do you want to do next? Please can it be something calm and stress-free? I haven't got the energy I used to.' She idly tugged at his chest hair.

'I feel all warm and yummy. Can we have a shower, and then I half-promised Anita we'd meet her for a drink at that bar she likes near the Grande Place.' 

'Good plan. I need refreshment and Laura's let supplies run down. I don't think there's even any wine left.'

'That's because you're off tomorrow morning,' she said reasonably, 'and no-one wants stuff rotting in the fridge; anyway, poor Laura looked exhausted when I arrived. You must have screwed her right through the mattress.'

'Wine doesn't rot, and she was probably faking it to scare you.' he grumbled, and swung himself off the bed. 'Come on then, sweetheart. Let's have that shower, and try not to drip on the carpet when you get up.' She giggled.

'Rude bastard. I should have bitten it off when I had the chance. You'd better carry me.' 

ANITA, ELENA

'Why don't you come too?' asked Anita. 'We're only going to have a Friday night drink and say goodbye. He's on a late flight tonight. That's why he's been going through us like a chain saw, making sure we don't have anything to complain about. Four in three days. It's almost showing off. I hope Magda's having fun and that's he's not too tired. I made him sweat last night.' She stretched and then flinched as Elena's tongue slid over her labia. 'Don't do that again yet, or I'll explode. What with him and you, I'm as sensitive as a soap bubble down there.' Elena lifted her head from Anita's strong thigh.

'Don't boast. He left me wasted too, so there's no need to pretend. I saw you when you limped in this morning. And I can't help licking you: it's your tattoos. I can't keep away from them, and your body's so hard and soft at the same time, and you taste so good... Anita, if I come with you he'll know in a flash what ... I mean he picks up on things like that straight away. It doesn't matter to me, but you're...' Her voice tailed off and then she started again. 'I mean, I genuinely never thought we'd end up like this. It's so strange: you're the last person in the world I'd have imagined going down on me.' Her tongue snaked out again and Anita wriggled.

'First real time for me and I can't quite believe it. It was talking about him that got me going. Whatever possessed us to start telling each other all the details?'

'It's his attitude rubbing off on us,' said her boss seriously. 'He's so upfront about what he likes and wants and is planning to do, that being furtive and ashamed just seems silly after a while. You're the one he's affected most though. I've never seen such a change in a person.' Anita ran her finger down the other woman's back.

'I know. For ages now, when I've been going on to him about how I want to be more like you or Magda, and manage to be confident, and seductive, and innocent, and knowing, at the same time, he's said that would be silly, because trying to turn myself into someone else would be like rejecting who I am, and I ought to go looking for that first. I've been thinking about that. You must have noticed that I've been pushing myself a little, trying to be more open about my physical side.' Her hand slipped round Elena's torso and cupped one soft breast. 'So I can say that your body's so different from mine, and that's exciting for me too. Anyway, I was talking to Magda the other night, and I know she's bi, because we've played games in the shower once or twice, but nothing serious, and she was talking about the differences, and saying that she hadn't been exercising that bit of her recently, and did I fancy a little session, and I was embarrassed and said no, but then I realized that part of me was turned on by the idea. And then when you and I were comparing Luke-notes this afternoon I started getting hotter and hotter, and you didn't seem to mind, and then, when you actually encouraged me, I thought, who better to experiment with? I know you won't laugh at me or gossip. I don't mind Magda knowing, but not anyone else, please. There's still a bit of small-town girl in me.' Elena chuckled.

'And in me, I promise. Bi isn't a huge part of me, but it's nice occasionally. I'll blackmail you into bed when I need seeing to and he isn't around. There's only three or four months left, you know, and then he'll be gone.' Anita didn't reply, and they lay quietly for a while, wrapped in their own thoughts, stroking each others' bodies absently.

'When he's not here it'll be different,' said Anita eventually. 'Magda will be with Jurgen until they get tired of each other, and then she'll move on. She used to be so shy and now... well, she's changed a lot too; but we're more alike, I think. There's part of you that doesn't want to be distracted by a traditional type relationship, and I'm that way too. Luke's helped me realize that, and now I know about it it's just a part of what I am, and not a bubble of scared ignorance choking me and making me think I'm abnormal. I owe him.'

'We all owe him. We've discovered something about ourselves as well as each other, and since we don't go out on the pull, we'll have this with each other, once in a while, till one of us meets a guy who's worth taking a chance with. There aren't many men who'd have been able to show us that. Sometimes I think he's a manipulator, and sometimes a mindreader. What time's this drink then? It's four-thirty now.'

'He's a mixture of both, but he's not cynical and he'd die rather than hurt anyone,' said Anita, 'and the drinks aren't until sevenish. There's plenty of time. Tell me again how he took you in the shower. He did that to me once, and I thought I was going to die.' She squeezed Elena's nipple gently and the older woman squirmed as it stiffened.

'Only if you eat me out between sentences, and let me do the same.' Anita wriggled round and ran her tongue over Elena's scarlet, swollen pussy lips. 

'Deal. So he'd fucked you once, you said, and you were in the shower rinsing off, and he was washing you, the way he does, and then you felt his finger sliding round your ring and into your ass, and then what...?'

ULI, LOTTIE

'No, Dieter, not tonight.' Uli twisted a strand of hair round her fingers and listened sadly. 'I told you this morning, it's an early flight and I've still got stuff to clean up after the show. This place is a tip, and I can't leave everything for Lottie to do, and I haven't even thought about packing. Last night was fun, and I'm only going to be away for ten days...' The voice in her ear spoke again and she frowned. 

'I'm not rejecting you, Dieter, and I'm not deliberately hurting you. You know that perfectly well. I've been completely honest with you, and told you exactly what we can have together and how good it could be if you'd only let it. You can't force me to love you just by being devoted.' Her voice softened. 

'Dieter, you're driving me away from something I value, and you're hurting yourself at the same time. Please, please, try to accept that I've got my own mind, and I've made my own decisions, and that you're an important part of them but not everything. It's not just Luke, it's my career, and everything else in my life, and...' The voice squawked and she stiffened angrily. 'That's not so! You know very well I could go to... to Australia by myself for Easter if I wanted to, and stay in a ten star hotel too, and eat caviar every night... Yes, he does know about you, and he has done since before Christmas, and he knows why I don't want to end it with you, and he doesn't ask me to sacrifice anything for him. You could learn from him, the same as I have...' Her eyes were hot now, anger and sadness swirling in them. 

'No, Dieter, what I'm saying does not make me a whore.... Don't insult me, Dieter: it's childish and it reduces you, and I want to believe you're better than that.... No. I'm going to hang up now and let you think. I'll be back on Wednesday week and we'll talk again then, if you're not still full of self-pity.' She put the receiver down and ran her hands through her hair unhappily. The phone rang again and she glanced at the caller ID, then sighed and ignored it. She looked round the untidy room and groaned. She might as well start the cleaning.

The German spring had surprised everyone and it was unseasonably hot: even though the sun was setting, the flat was stifling. Uli opened the windows and let the breeze flush the day's stale air away. It was still too warm, but at least she felt she could breathe. She shook herself angrily, then stripped off her T-shirt and shorts and let the current of air caress her hot skin. She looked down at her body, then took off her panties and ran the palm of her hand over the slender wedge of pubic hair that decorated her mound. She stood motionless for a little while, thinking, then walked slowly to the bathroom and looked for the razor and skin gel.

She was working obsessively, still naked, her slender body glistening with sweat, trying to lose herself in the therapy of physical effort, when Lottie arrived. 

'Uli, for heaven's sake!' She looked round the room, now almost back to normal, her freckled face a study in pleased surprise. Her red hair was tied back and her broad face creased into a shamefaced grin. 'I was half afraid you were going to leave it for me to do, and now I feel like a bitch. Thanks, sweetie.' Her eyes flickered over her friend's body and her eyebrows rose when she noticed Uli's smooth pubis. 'You've gone bald again: does that mean ...?' Uli nodded tiredly, and dropped onto the sofa.

'He called and was going on and on, saying that I was killing him, and I was trying to be reassuring, and then he started calling me a slut and saying that I was just going screwing for a free holiday, so I had to remind him that money's not a problem for me. I hate doing that, and then he lost it, so I lost it and told him not to be stupid and childish, and hung up. I thought about it for a bit and then I decided I wasn't going to take that from him. So the stripe came off.' She sniffed. 'Symbolic something, I suppose. It was inevitable, and I know that, but I didn't want it to be with such bad feelings.' Her voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears. Lottie shot over to the sofa and sat next to her, pulling her into an embrace. Uli put her head on her friend's generous, soft breasts and began to sob silently. After a while her body quietened and she sat up.

'Thanks. That was reaction, not unhappiness, and I'm glad you were here to catch it.' She gave Lottie a kiss and stood up. 'There's beer in the fridge. Do you want one?' Lottie nodded vigorously.

'Catching tension is what friends are for, and cold beer completes the cure. You fetch it while I get naked too. I've sweated right through everything. We'll finish the room afterwards.' They sat on the sofa relaxedly, their bodies cooling, talking about their triumph in the Spring Show, and letting the emotion seep away. Diametrical opposites physically, Uli's tall slimness contrasting sharply with Lottie's rounded, fuller body, they had nevertheless become close friends since deciding to live together. Lottie put her bottle down and looked curiously at the blonde girl.

'So when am I going to meet this mysterious Luke? Twice this year you've sneaked off to see him, and you come back glowing like a lighthouse and with enough energy for three people. You don't have to hide him, you know: I won't try to steal him, and I don't think I'm much competition.' She looked down at her plump body and chuckled. 'I like myself like this, and there are plenty of guys who are hot for big girls once you get them to admit it.' Uli smiled.

'It's nothing to do with that. I'd be up for a threesome in a flash, if you wanted to and it felt right, and he cares more about people than bodies, which is another reason I love him. But I'm scared of letting him into all the parts of my life. There's so much of him, and I'm almost totally crazy about him, but there's a part of me that's scared he'll take me over. Not deliberately, but just by being who he is. I think he knows that, and that's why he hasn't invited himself here. He's never put me in a position where I can't say no, but I need to be surer of myself before I let myself love him completely: surer that I can be complete without him, I mean. And then I wonder who I'm kidding, and I start getting frightened that I won't be able to do without him and that I couldn't manage by myself if anything happened to us....' She ran her hands down her body. 'Look at me: I'm upset about Dieter, I'm worried about the holiday and how we'll be when we're together, but my nipples are like rocks, and I'm dribbling like a leaky tap just from talking about him. It's pathetic. I'm going to have to shower and dress or I'll be staining the upholstery. I'm a hopeless case.' She leaned over and kissed Lottie. 'Thanks for listening. Your reward is to do the last bits and pieces in here. I'm going to get clean, and pack, and count the minutes till I get to Alicante.' 

LUKE, ULI

I was at the arrival gate when she appeared, her eyes darting round. She was thinner than usual, and looked nervous and tense. 

'Hello, pretty lady. Want a hand with your luggage?' She squealed and let go of both cases and flung herself at me.

'Luke, darling, Ohmygod, it's so good to see you.' Her arms twined round my neck and I wrapped mine round her body and let her bury her head in my shoulder. After a moment she raised her face to mine and we kissed. Time stopped as her rich scent made my head spin, then the kiss broke as we were startled by a round of applause from the other passengers. I realized we'd been blocking the exit, and moved her to one side before hauling her cases out of the way.

Come on, sweetheart. You look knackered.' She nodded.

'Can't fool you, can I? I'm tired, and yesterday was horrible, and what with being upset and excited at the same time I didn't sleep much, so I'm a bit weepy and a bit delicate, and I'm so glad I'm here.' Her eyes were filling with tears and I scooped her into my arms again.

'Forty minutes to the house, shower, hold you while you fall asleep, eat and talk when you wake up, go to bed again properly. How does that sound?' She leaned into me tiredly and nuzzled my neck again.

'As if I've died and gone to heaven.'

In the car she sat quietly, and when I glanced at her after ten minutes she was dozing. I turned off the Autovia and drove slowly along back roads to the village. As I pulled up she opened her eyes.

'Where are we?' I turned off the engine.

'Home.'

She was dead on her feet and showed no curiosity as I led her into the cool interior and up the narrow stairs. She made no protest as I slipped her travel-creased clothes off her body and then shed my own T-shirt and shorts and ushered her into the shower. She stood quietly, swaying with exhaustion, as I soaped and rinsed her, not reacting even when I parted her buttocks to clean her ass and pussy. The little racing stripe had gone and I got an inkling of where some of the unhappiness was coming from. She stood still while I dried her, and then followed me like a little girl to the bedroom. When she saw the bed she sighed and started blindly forward.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 09



BRUSSELS, VIENNA: APRIL/MAY

LUKE, ANITA, ELENA

'Well, if she has to, she has to, I suppose. I'd better load her down with some self-study material, and she can e-mail me her written work for correction. The exam's only two months away though, and I'm not really happy about losing nearly half the class time that's left.' Anita and Elena looked at each other and I thought I saw Elena stifling a smile. Anita reached over and patted my hand.

'She doesn't want to go, because Jurgen won't be there, and I don't want her to go, because I'm the one that's going to have to pick up her workload, and now you as well. It can't be helped though: trade talks are her department and if we're not properly represented we'll get screwed by the bureaucrats. Vienna's not too bad, and at least she speaks German.' I sat up.

'Vienna? You didn't say the talks were in Vienna. She can stay with Angela and have a decent life and somewhere to study, and Angela can make sure she eats properly and does her homework on time.' Elena looked doubtful.

'I know she invited us if we were ever there, and it was sweet of her, but a month is a long time, and we don't exactly know her properly...'

'Don't be silly,' I said firmly. 'I know the woman properly and improperly, and she doesn't say what she doesn't mean, and she knows every diplomat in Vienna, which could be useful, and you'll save a fortune in hotel bills. I'll call her this evening. Where is she anyway?' Anita looked confused.

'Who?'

'Magda, of course. I need to talk to her and give her some work, and put the fear of God into her so she doesn't slack off. My students don't fail exams, remember.'

'She's flying out tonight,' said Elena, 'so you'd better get the stuff ready and give it to me. It's a big step for her, and God knows she's earned it, but right now she's up to her ass in briefing papers. I told her I'd give her a kiss from you.' Anita put her hand up.

'I said I'd give her a kiss from you too, honestly.' I felt irritated and tried not show it. 

'OK. Go and watch TV or something. I can't prepare stuff with an audience.' We were sitting at the classroom table and Anita reached out and snagged the wine bottle.

'We'll take this with us so you're not tempted.' I allowed myself one rude word and started looking for the material Magda needed most.

It was forty minutes before I was done. I slipped the thick wad of paper into a folder and straightened up. It would have to do: the mixed blessing of e-mail would cover the rest. My glass was long empty, and I picked it up and went through to the other room.

The two women were on my bed, head to toe and naked. The wine bottle was empty and the aroma of recent sex filled the room. My cock sprang to attention and my sour mood lifted miraculously. Elena smiled and licked her lips exaggeratedly.

'You've got to kiss us so we can give Magda a kiss from you, but you were taking for ever so we decided to pass the time while you decided where to kiss us. Are you going to express your annoyance?'

'Please, please, express it on me,' begged Anita,. She rolled over and spanked her own ass. 'Bad girl, messing up teacher's clean bed.' She peered over her shoulder at Elena and they started giggling. I undid my pants.

'You're half-pissed, the pair of you. What brought this on?' Elena was nearly choking.

'Wine and frustration and pheromones and hormones, but which one's the whore, and which one moans?' They collapsed again, and I shook my head despairingly.

'Well, two whores with one moan, I suppose.' They crowed with laughter and I managed to insinuate myself between them. Elena promptly snuggled into the crook of my arm, still chuckling, and put a possessive hand over my cock.

'Anita's lovely,' she said, 'but she can't hold her drink and she hasn't got one like this. Hers is tiny and it's hidden between her legs. Sometimes it takes me ages to find it.' Anita waved her legs in the air.

'Luke finds it straight away, every time,' she said. 'Can we have a hunt the clit competition?' I reached down and gave her a serious smack on the buttocks, and she yelped.

'What was that for?'

'Just expressing my annoyance. I suggest that you get over here so I can kiss you when I've finished with your boss.' I turned to Elena and our mouths met gently, our tongues twining round each other. She tasted of wine and Anita, and my cock surged under her hand. Anita's hand nudged Elena's as she fitted herself smoothly against me on the other side. 

'Plenty for both of us, boss. Are you going to pull rank or is this a democratic orgy?' I twisted my head and kissed her hard.

'I'm in charge, and if you disobey the punishment will be severe.' Her body squirmed against mine and she slid her leg over my thigh, forcing her mons against my hip bone. 

'I might take you up on that.' Their laughter faded and we lay quietly, their hands curled over my prick, letting anticipation steal up on us. I felt as if I was inhabiting two different worlds. Anita on my left, her body hard, shaped and toned by her obsessive daily workouts. She was rawhide swathed in femininity, the whole length of her smooth and groomed. Her firm breast fitted my hand comfortably, and the hard knot of her nipple rubbed lightly against the palm as she pressed her torso against me. Her short chestnut curls tickled my ear tantalizingly. My right hand wasn't able to capture all Elena's heavier breast. Her body was slim too, but softer, molding itself against mine, all rounded curves, the warmth of a mature and confident woman teasing my senses. Her trimmed bush scraped my thigh as she shifted position, and her dark hair lay in an ebony drift across my chest. My cock was straining to reach my navel and their hands fluttering over it didn't help my self-control at all.

'Who came first while you were passing the time?' I asked. 

'Me,' murmured Anita, 'but only a little one, so I've still got lots of stamina. Elena was right behind me though.'

'You're trying to decide who gets your cock first,' said Elena, 'and can it be me? I need to be filled up.' She looked over me to Anita. 'Is that OK?' Anita nodded.

'I'll show him my tattoos to distract him: don't finish him off though, or I'll scratch your eyes out.' Their heads tilted towards each other and they kissed, then broke away and looked down at me.

'Ready for some fun?' whispered Elena. Their alcohol-induced giggles had disappeared, and an aura of desire had taken its place.

'Fun is what I do best.' They kneeled up and kissed again, and I slid my hands from their breasts to their buttocks. Both women shivered as my hands drifted lower. Their dance continued in unspoken harmony, and each simultaneously swung a leg over my torso and sank down. Elena's labia brushed against the underside of my shaft and I sensed, rather than heard, her quiet exhalation as our flesh touched. Anita's splayed thighs were showing me her pussy, pulled impossibly wide by her posture, shining with the moisture of her earlier arousal. I never tired of her tattoos, the unicorn and dolphin that guarded her most intimate parts. She shifted slightly and her hand appeared, one finger searching for my lips. I sucked on it, coating it with saliva, guessing what was coming: she withdrew it and lifted it to her anus, running the slick tip round her sphincter and then pressing the centre gently so that it disappeared up to the first joint. She rotated it fractionally and then withdrew it, her hand disappearing again and her body pushing back towards my face. I can take a hint.

I let my tongue roam round the edge of her pussy, lapping at the tattoos, and then nuzzled her ass. As I did so I felt Elena's hand lifting my cock and the soft scratch of her pubic hair as she shifted herself slightly: the familiar pressure nudged at my glans and I imagined her thick labia parting and the dark crimson folds of her inner lips unfurling for me as she guided me into her. I slid my tongue over Anita's anus, the tight ring clenching as I probed it delicately and she bore down on me, forcing herself to relax and open; my tongue slipped into the widening aperture and she gasped softly, wriggling as she explored the sensation. Elena hissed as she took my whole length and her hips began to move rhythmically over me. Anita's earthy taste filled my head and my cock swelled inside Elena's as our rhythms harmonized. She gave a muffled gasp and her thighs clenched. Anita's arms had left my torso and I suspected that her hands were busy with the older woman's nipples. Elena's body clamped hard over mine and the rhythm of her fucking deepened and steadied as the tide of arousal filled her. I slipped a hand into Anita's sodden pussy and worked my thumb into her vagina, stroking her G spot gently. She uttered a guttural sigh.

Individual sensations blurred as Elena assaulted my body, her breath harsh in her throat, sweat beading her torso as she worked herself frantically over me. Anita lifted herself delicately, letting my tongue slide out of her, holding herself back as she rolled Elena's nipples in her strong fingers. I lapped at her pussy, twisting my tongue round the delicate pleats, and sensed Elena's climax breaking like a wave and crashing against her. A cry was forced from her, and rose slowly in volume until it was cut off by Anita's mouth. I thrust up hard into her and held it, my back arched and quivering as her contractions clasped my shaft and her abdominal muscles spasmed. I imagined release washing through her, filling her with the warmth of fulfilled need, and was ready for the moment of relaxation when her muscles unknotted and she slumped against Anita. After a moment I felt Anita's body tensing. Her strength was extraordinary: she lifted Elena off my cock and helped her lie back, then straightened her legs and shuffled forward. She looked down at me over her shoulder.

'Feel free to express your annoyance.' She leant forward to let me pull myself out of the embrace of her thighs. When I'd rearranged myself she was crouched over Elena, nuzzling the older woman's breasts tenderly. Elena was coming back to life, and she looked at me and winked as I settled myself behind Anita. Her arms reached out and pulled the tall girl forward, gripping her shoulders, then she craned her neck and closed her teeth over one rock-hard nipple. Anita gasped and tried to pull back, and as she did so I drove my cock hard into her, forcing her forward. She gave a hoarse cry of shock and pleasure and pushed hard at me. I thrust, stretching her roughly, and felt her shudder as Elena's teeth nipped her teat again. The rhythm accelerated as I grasped her hips and stabbed deep into her, Elena holding her fast against my thrusts and allowing her no respite. Her legs began to tremble and a keening sound was forced from her, and I raised the temperature again.

'No noise, please,' I said conversationally, and slapped her buttocks hard, twice, forehand and backhand. She bucked under me, the wailing stopping abruptly, then starting again on a lower note. I smacked her again, stinging slaps against the firm flesh. 'None at all, or I'll express real annoyance.' I felt her body shiver as a small orgasm overtook her and the noise of our bodies meeting grew louder as more juices were expelled by her contractions. I slapped her buttocks again, then thrust hard upwards, imagining myself lifting her knees from the mattress. She was muttering in her own language, sounding as if she was begging for something, and I tried to catch Elena's eye. She nodded at me when I raised my hand and I bought it down hard again, feeling my balls churning and shifting. Anita was twisting like a madwoman in our joint grasps, her voice rising again in a wordless howl, and I smacked her one last time and twisted my thumb into her ass, and then tensed as my control collapsed and my seed gushed violently into her. As she felt my cock thicken and swell she came explosively, almost tearing me out of her, and shook uncontrollably for long seconds, impaled on my fountaining shaft, before the breath left her body in a rush and she fell forward onto Elena. The older woman wrapped her in her arms and hugged her gently, murmuring endearments, and I let my softening cock slip out of her sodden embrace.

* * * * * * *

I wrapped myself in my robe and settled into an armchair. There had been a bottle of wine in reserve, and I thankfully poured myself a glass. Even with Uli, spanking games never felt quite right. I always feel a little queasy when I realize how much it turns me on as well. It's not a side of myself that I'm totally comfortable with. I remembered my promise and reached for the phone.

'Trudi? It's Luke....' A shriek traveled through the line between Vienna and Brussels. '...Uli told you about Spain?... Good...Well, I had to do something ... no, I'm still here, and I'm up to my ears in exam work with the diplomats, and that's why I'm calling: one of them's in Vienna as from tonight, and I'd like to ask Angela, Frau Fischer, if she can stay... Yes, I'm sure she will, but it's polite to ask... the room I used, I suppose. You'll like her: she's quite bi ... yes, I thought that would cheer you up. She's going to be busy though, so you'll have to ration yourself...Let me talk to Angela ... Sweetheart, I'd love to, and Uli will want to play too: I know she misses you... yes, I told her and I'm happier than a kid with new shoes, but girl talk is indicated ... of course she'll be up for it, you daft thing: nothing's changed in that department...' 

Twenty minutes later it was settled. Angela sent her love, and thought that September or October would be a good time for a motivation top-up. I told her to apply to Uli, and she'd chuckled happily and agreed. I sipped my wine and felt pleased. Elena and Anita would be buried in work for the next few weeks, and I'd be able to relax a little. The thought shocked me: maybe I was getting old. 

The aftermath of our shared release had been slow and tender. Elena and I had helped Anita to the shower and washed her gently, then wrapped her in a robe and left her lying on the bed while we soaped each other. Elena had laughed into my chest as we stood clasped together under the warm water.

'These young girls,' she'd muttered, 'they've no stamina at all. Twenty minutes fucking and she's nearly unconscious, poor little thing.' She'd kissed me lightly. 'Tell me how your beloved is.' 

'Very fine, and very beloved.' She'd kissed me again. 

'What she's got with you is a step beyond anything I understand. Still, we've all got what we want, so wot's the odds as long as we're 'appy?'

'Where on earth did you pick up that phrase?' She'd smiled slyly.

'I watch a lot of old movies. I'll take Anita home: she's due an early night, especially after you expressed your annoyance. It's funny how some people get off on that sort of thing.' 

MARY XIAN, LUKE

She steeled herself and tapped on the door. The receptionist had said that he'd help, and that he was a nice person, but she was as nervous as she could ever remember being. There was no reply, and she bit her lip and knocked harder.

'Come in, sweetheart, but don't expect miracles: those two have left me gasping.' She understood the first phrase, but the rest was a mystery. She opened the door slowly.

A tall man was lying in an armchair, his legs outstretched, and a glass of wine balanced on his chest. He was wearing a white bathrobe and his eyes were closed. 

'Laura, how are you?' He spoke without opening his eyes, and she stopped, rooted to the spot with nerves. She tried to speak but her voice failed her and only a tiny squeak came out. His eyes flew open.

'What the... I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else.' He had risen to his feet and was examining her, his blue eyes boring into her. He seemed to sense her embarrassment and a shutter fell over them. 'I'm sorry,' he said again, 'but I don't think...' She took a deep breath and tried again.

'Mr. Lancer?'

'Luke.' These people are so informal, she thought. He went on. 'And you are...?'

'Mary Xian, Mr. Lancer. The receptionist said you are an English teacher and that you might be able to help me.' He seemed to realize that he was almost naked. 

'Mary, grab a chair while I get decent. I've just had a shower.' He indicated the other armchair, then moved to a wardrobe and selected some clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom. She looked round curiously, suddenly noticing that the bed was rumpled and the room heavy with the smell of sex, and blushed to the tips of her ears. She had risen was about to leave when he emerged, wearing jeans and buttoning a shirt.

'Mary.' His voice was warm and rich. 'What can I do for you, and who are you, and where are you from, and why are you so nervous?' She found herself sitting down again and explaining everything, the words tumbling out of her, for once not feeling self-conscious. He listened intently until she ran down.

'Let me get this straight,' he said. 'You're here representing your government, and you have to make a presentation on Wednesday to the External Trade Commissioner and his team, and for some reason you think your English is terrible and you're in a flat spin, I mean very worried, about it and want to hire me to go over it with you and make it better. Is that about right?' He smiled reassuringly, and she found herself smiling back.

'Exactly, Mr. Lancer. I have problems with some of the phrases here, and it's very important to me that I do well. Small Asian countries need trade agreements badly, and mine needs them more than most. Democracy is new to us, and people have to see that it's giving results: delivering, my teacher would have said, but here I think that means letters, or maybe babies. And I've got a PowerPoint presentation all ready, but I want to make it absolutely right. I'm nervous enough about speaking English, but when it's written down the mistakes are there for ever.' He looked pleased.

'Good point, Mary. Tell me, how on earth did you find out about me?'

'Oh, I'm staying here, and I asked the receptionist, the blonde girl, and she asked someone to translate what I said, and then she understood, and they talked for a bit and then she said that you lived here too and could probably help me best. She seemed quite amused. So I came up and... I'm sorry Mr. Lancer, I didn't mean to disturb you, and you've been with a friend, and I...' He looked round and seemed to notice the state of the room for the first time.

'Well, yes: it is a bit like the last days of Pompeii.' He stood. 'Come through to the classroom. It'll be far less embarrassing for me.' He picked up his glass and led the way through a connecting door and into the sort of room that she recognized. She sat at the table and he rummaged in a small fridge. 'Wine, beer, Coke, water, milk, juice...?'

'Just water please.' Everyone is so tall, she thought. He must be at least a head taller than me, and I didn't think I was a small person till I came here. He poured water for her and refilled his wineglass, then sat down. He seemed to have come to a decision. 

'It's not what I normally do, but it'll make a nice change. Are you free in the mornings?' A weight lifted from her shoulders.

'Oh yes. I attend the meetings that are relevant, but they're not very often, and I can't afford to go out much.' He glanced up.

'Ah. So how much were you planning to pay me for this work?' Her heart sank again. 

'I don't know. When the pension is paid and I've bought food, I have about thirty euros a week left. I could give you that.' He stared at her. Their eyes really are round, she thought, and so big. 

'Are you serious?' he said. She nodded, embarrassed.

'No oil, no gas, no minerals, and then there was the earthquake.' She felt tears welling up in her and forced them back into their box. 'If we can secure a trade agreement then we can export our skills. My government is training many people in the computer sector. We would like to be able to tell the U.N. that we need no more aid, thank you, and please leave us alone. But until then there is not a lot of foreign currency.' He was still slouched in his chair, looking at her hard, and he seemed to be listening to something she couldn't hear. She played her last card. 'Maybe I could pay in other ways, Mr. Lancer.' He jerked upright.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 10



MUNICH/THE BLACK FOREST, BRUSSELS, EARLY/MID JUNE

LUKE, MAGDA

As they trooped out, I sighed and sat back. That was it for the week, and tomorrow I'd be in Munich. I closed my eyes and tried to stretch the kinks out of my spine. Six hours teaching with one short break is no picnic. I thought of my hold-all lying next door, packed and ready, and chided myself for being so impatient: whatever happened to cool Luke? Heels clattered along the corridor and the door opened. 

'Luke?' My heart sank.

'What is it Magda? I won't give you any more homework, and I've got your promise that you'll spend at least one full afternoon and evening with Jurgen.' I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was smothering a smile.

'Don't be silly. I'm going to meet him now. I just wanted to say, "have a nice break and give my love to Uli", and remember that planes leave the airport day and night.' She bent and kissed me lightly and hurried out. I stared at the closed door and listened to her retreating footsteps.

'Why the hell didn't I think of that?' I said out loud.

ULI, LUKE, LOTTIE

Uli looked at her luggage, stacked neatly by the door. A single bag with clothes and toiletries; a daypack and a pair of boots; another daypack in case he was traveling extra light. Everything ready and it was only Thursday night. She ran her hands through her mop of blonde hair and smiled wryly to herself. 

She checked the flight arrival times again, and did sums in her head. He'd arrive at the airport at ten-thirty, so... two hours in the car, thirty minutes to check in and play games in the shower; it was eleven thirty now... in thirteen and a half hours her body would be filled with the hard, thick length of him, and her arms would be wrapped round him, and her legs would be locked over his slim hips while he thrust into her in the way that she missed so much. But it might as well be thirteen and a half days, or weeks, or months, she thought, and laughed at herself for being such a child. She flicked the TV on and zapped through channels looking for something, anything that might distract her. The usual collection of nothing flickered across the screen, and she turned the set off again with a snort of irritation. 

When in doubt nibble something, she told herself, rolling off the sofa and padding into the kitchen. The fridge was almost empty, but a half-full bottle of white wine and a can of olives whispered to her. The wave of cold air when she opened the fridge door tightened her nipples and she felt the hard tips scraping against the weave of her T-shirt as she collected a glass and turned the olives out into a bowl. The faint scratching sent sparks through her, clear down to her pussy, and she stripped off her shorts and panties and tossed them into her bedroom. The T-shirt was thigh length, so even if Lottie brought someone back, she'd be decent enough. She flopped back onto the sofa and picked up the remote again, looking for something soft-focus and erotic. No hurry, girl, she told herself as she flipped stations: you've got thirteen hours to get through somehow.

She chewed olives, and sipped, and zapped, and then stopped and backed up. A man and a woman in eighteenth century costume filled the screen, gazing into each other's eyes. Uli sat up and uncrossed her legs, then leaned back into the sofa's embrace, enjoying the sensation of the air on her exposed pussy, and imagined how she and Luke would greet each other. The special kiss at the airport, his arms holding her tight, his eyes closed. She wondered if he realized that he always inhaled deeply when they hugged, as if all his senses needed her. Her nipples stiffened again as she relived the totality of his desire, and her hand wandered across her breasts. A tingle of anticipation sparkled through her, settling in her groin, and she steeled herself not to touch herself there just yet.

The man and woman were kissing now, nuzzling each other, and her tongue snaked out unconsciously and ran over her lips; her hand slid under the T-shirt and traced its way to her breasts, circling her nipples, coaxing the pebbled flesh of her areolas to pucker even more. She pinched her teats gently, stimulating them to an almost painful hardness as she watched the man slip the woman's dress off her shoulders, revealing a lacy corset over ripe breasts. The woman crushed the man's head to her chest, and his tongue lapped round the edges of the constricting garment. Her own breasts were hot and tingling, and she dipped two fingers in her wine glass and rubbed them over her nipples, massaging the liquid into her skin. She felt the stirrings of need in her pussy and squirmed as the faint scent of arousal announced the dew that was forming between her labia. 

The scene cut to a bedroom, the man and woman, both naked, entwined in each other's arms on a huge four-poster. Uli hitched the T-shirt to her waist and began to stroke her smooth mound, flexing her thighs slightly and lifting her hips to meet her tentative fingers. She knew what the woman was feeling as her lover's hands roamed over her. The quickening heartbeat, the slight feeling of dizziness as a warm thumb danced down her spine from her neck to the crease of her buttocks, the involuntary shudder as lips grazed her nipple, the feel of male hardness trapped between their bodies, both of them content to let desire wash through them, growing and mingling. All the advances and responses that she shared with Luke, always new, always familiar, always, from the first time he'd touched her, absolutely right. She pushed the heel of her hand hard against her pubic bone, putting pressure on her clit, still refusing to touch herself directly. On the screen, the man's head slithered down the woman's stomach, his tongue flickering lower. The picture cut to the woman's face, head thrown back, eyes closed as she waited for the smooth gliding strokes to reach her centre.

Uli's hand slipped lower too, her fingers drifting down to the top of her slit, rubbing the little bump of her clitoral hood, sliding through her moist lips, spreading the juices of her need across the folds that guarded her hungry lower mouth. Just like on the TV, everything was happening too fast. Her thighs tensed as her fingertips circled the ring of muscle that protected her vagina, and then she arched her back and thrust them into her. On the TV the woman was riding the man, his hands at her breasts, coy shots of her writhing buttocks cutting to his face, twisted in pleasure. Uli sat forward, forcing her fingers deeper into herself, and rolled her hips so that her thumb dragged across her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was Luke she was straddling, that it was his cock that was plunging into her, that her breath was his, hot in her ear as he drove her forward to climax. She felt her orgasm beginning to build and with an effort withdrew her fingers. You said you were going to make this last, she told herself, and forced herself to go back to caressing her mons, teasing herself and testing her will power. The sex scene had ended, and now the man and woman were in a carriage, driving somewhere, but she didn't see them. Her eyes were closed again as she relived the last time, and how he had tortured her, refusing to let her take the last step until she was twisting beneath him, begging for the final strokes that would give her release. 

The buzz of the doorbell jerked her out of her dream and she looked at the clock. Midnight. Who the hell went round ringing people's doorbells at midnight? Her legs felt wobbly as she went to the intercom.

'Yes.' She slipped her hand under her T-shirt again, not wanting to slide back down the slope she'd been climbing.

'UPS, Express and Urgent. Personal, Ulrike Fischer.'

'UPS?' Where from?' The voice was rather muffled, she thought, and a trace of alarm coursed through her. 

'Brussels direct, addressee's signature required,' said the voice irritably. Brussels, she thought wildly, and buzzed the downstairs door open, then darted into the lounge and grabbed the poker from the fireplace. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and the bell rang. She opened the door a crack. The figure outside was silhouetted against the hall light, and she'd have known it anywhere. The poker hit the floor with a clang and she threw the door open.

'Luke!' He dropped the hold-all that was slung over his shoulder and opened his arms, his face comically pleased at her reaction. She flung herself at him and buried her face in his neck. He squeezed her hard, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse.

'Couldn't wait till the morning, so I changed the flight. And then I thought I'd give you a surprise delivery. Were you busy?' She pulled him inside and kicked the door shut.

'Yes. You're just in time to give me a hand.' She dragged him into the lounge, then whirled and kneeled in front of him, fingers scrabbling at his belt. 'I was busy thinking about you,' she muttered, 'and I'm soaking wet, and if you're not hard in ten seconds I'm going to kill you.' She tugged his chinos and boxers down and fastened her lips over his slack cock, taking him into her mouth in a gulp and running her hand up his leg to the sensitive strip between his balls and his ass, caressing the seam that joined them, pent-up desire crackling from her body to his. She sensed him adjusting to her urgency and his cock swelled in her mouth, pulsing as it engorged. He tasted of himself, and sweat, and a hint of urine, and the heady mixture filled her mouth as she lapped at him. His hands caressed her head, and there was laughter in his voice as he spoke.

'Really that impatient?'

'Mmmph.' She nodded her head without pausing in her attack, her mouth cajoling him as he stiffened, then released him and stood, stripping off the T-shirt in the same movement. 'Come here.' She pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him, grasping his cock, squeezing it hard, feeling it swell and react to the pressure, then slid forward and impaled herself on it. He wasn't fully erect, but she was so slick with want, her juices flowing freely, that she took him all the way to the root in one smooth movement. She felt herself widening to accept him, and a shudder ran through her as his hands cupped her breasts and he rolled his thumbs over her nipples. The head of his cock nudged her cervix, and he flexed himself, still growing in her. She opened her thighs wider and bore down on him, and he slipped a hand between them and put delicate pressure on exactly the right spot over her clit.

Her head snapped back as the orgasm that she'd been delaying sprang at her, released by his touch. Her thighs tensed over his and she felt the pressure building in smooth waves, spreading from her core to the tips of each limb and overriding all other input. He raised his hips slightly and rolled them in a half-circle and she collapsed onto him, her arms round his neck, her body gripped by the storm breaking over her. She felt his arms encircle her, holding her gently, letting the tide of passion rinse her clean, taking away the impatience and the urgency and the longing.

Her body quietened and she sat up, blissfully aware that he was filling her still, just as she'd imagined, his cock pulsing deep inside her, making her complete. She squirmed gingerly and felt him thrust back.

'Don't let's move for a bit,' she murmured, and leaned forward to kiss him. His mouth was a mixture of airline food and beer and travel, and she slid her tongue greedily between his lips, a corner of her mind aware that with anyone else the taste would have killed all desire stone dead. Instead, her cunt gripped him hard as an aftershock sparkled through her, and she pressed herself against him, her heart racing. After a while she lifted her head and kissed the tip of his nose.

'Jesus, Luke, that must be a record. How was it for you?' He cocked his head and pondered.

'The best seven seconds of my life so far. What the hell happened? Hot's one thing, but I didn't expect Krakatoa.' His eyes flicked over her shoulder to the TV and his eyebrows lifted. 'Ulrike Fischer, I've seen this: it's Angélique 13, the last one of the series. Were you watching dirty movies and playing with yourself?' She twisted her head and saw that another sex scene was in progress. The same woman with another man, her head bobbing up and down over his crotch. She turned back, her eyes sharing his amusement.

'Busted. Lottie's out looking for a man, and I'd showered, and I'm packed and ready, and you weren't going to be here for ages, and all I could think of was you, so...' His mouth twisted with suppressed laughter and he tweaked her nipple gently.

'Poor baby. I don't blame you for getting off on Angélique. I'd have done the same. Glad I arrived in time though. What next? I'm hungry and thirsty and I need a piss and you're pressing down on me in a very uncomfortable way.'

'I want to stay like this for ever,' she said petulantly, then grinned. 'But since you ask so nicely, we'll do some multi-tasking.' She twisted and picked up the phone, then dialed a number and handed it to him. 'They should still be open. Anything as long it's got extra cheese, and something to drink too.' She rose and let him slip out of her, then crouched and took him into her mouth again as he began to order. This time his cock was slick with her juices and she ran her tongue over the head, lapping and sucking, taking pleasure in tasting herself on him. He was asking about pizza sizes and she closed her lips tightly round his shaft and took as much of him as she could, reveling in her power to distract him as she heard his voice falter, the hesitation disguised as a cough. She nudged the inside of his thighs and his voice caught again before he opened them obediently and let her worm her hand past his balls to his ass. She suckled his cock vigorously as she found his sphincter with the tip of her finger and he lifted himself to help, talking earnestly about toppings.

'Anchovies?' he asked. She realized the question was directed at her and bit his shaft lightly. 'No Fräulein,' he said hoarsely, 'no anchovies, but beer and coke, six of each...' His voice tailed off as she slid her finger into his ass, searching for his prostate, then swirled her tongue round his glans, gleefully sensing his control evaporating. She felt his balls contracting and flexed her finger gently, rotating it inside him, then flicked her tongue over the underside of his shaft, stimulating the cluster of nerve endings there, and felt the surge of ejaculation beginning. She kept her lips hard over him and opened her mouth behind them to receive his offering. Hot liquid burst into her, the beloved sweet-salt flavor filling her senses and making her pussy contract yet again, smooth cream sliding down her throat as she swallowed. His hips jerked, his cock trying to penetrate her deeper, and she heard his breath rasping in his chest.

'Nothing else, Fräulein,' she heard him say, 'Thirty-one euros and thirteen centimos? Thirty-one thirteen. Perfect, couldn't be better, and thank you for your attention and efficiency.' She nearly choked as she picked up on the double meaning 'About twenty minutes? That'll be fine. Good night.' He put the phone down and slumped back, panting slightly, and she milked the last drops from him, letting his cock soften in her mouth, feeling the glow of afterwards running through him, and hugging the knowledge of her importance to him. After a minute he grasped her ears and tugged, and she let herself be pulled off him. His voice was full of self-mocking irony when he spoke.

'Not the traditional type of phone sex. How was it for you, sweetheart?' She pretended to think, copying his previous reaction.

'The best two and a half minutes of my life so far.' Their eyes met and they burst out laughing simultaneously. Her heart tightened and swelled as a wave of love rippled through her, and she flung her arms round his neck and buried her face in his chest. Suddenly the door swung open.

'Uli, there's a bag outside, and there isn't a man in Munich worth the time of day, and I'm so hot I'd fuck a corn cob if we had one... Holy Shit, I'm sorry...' Lottie was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in the scene in front of her. Uli felt Luke's stomach muscles tighten with suppressed amusement.

'Hi, Lottie, nice to see you again. I was just watching the end of the film. I'd get up, except I seem to have a nasty growth on my lap. How are you?' His matter-of-fact tone made Uli giggle and she lifted her head and winked at her friend.

'He arrived out of the blue ten minutes ago, and we've violated each other already, so sit down and stop looking embarrassed. What happened to your evening?' She moved back and began to undo Luke's shoes, then removed them, pulled his chinos and boxers off, and tweaked his cock. 'Go shower before the pizza arrives, tiger. It's a good job I love you: you taste like a three day sweat fest: I'm not through with you yet and it looks as though Lottie's going to need some attention too.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

As she maneuvered the rental car along the narrow lanes he stirred and opened his eyes.

'I wasn't asleep, I was thinking, and I'm bursting with questions. Where the hell are we, and how the hell did you get to be so beautiful, and what the hell happened last night, and why the hell do I feel so happy?' She squeezed his thigh affectionately.

'We're in the Black Forest, nearly at the Gasthaus, and I'm beautiful because of genetics and because you make me beautiful, and you're happy because we're in love and we love each other and we're lovers.' She paused, and felt him tense slightly.

'And my third question?' His voice was still light, but she sensed the seriousness behind the irony. Say it right, she told herself.

'I was checking something really. If I'd felt bad about sharing you I'd have had to think about stuff pretty carefully, and I wanted to test it with someone we hadn't shared with before, and Lottie needed a good hard fuck so badly, poor thing. I didn't plan it, but I'm glad it happened. Trudi's been pestering me to bring you to Vienna for a weekend and I wasn't sure about that. She's fonder of you than she wants to admit. But what I discovered last night when you were fucking Lottie, was that watching you got me hotter than I expected, because I knew that you were going to make love to me afterwards, and that's just as it should be. Could you feel the difference?' She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and felt a tingle of relief as his body relaxed and he nodded. He does care, she exulted, and turned her eyes back to the road. He closed his eyes again and comfortable silence connected them. Talking about last night had brought it back, and her pussy twinged as she remembered.

When he'd emerged from the shower and come back into the lounge pulling a clean T-shirt over his head, he'd looked as surprised as she'd ever seen him. The table was laid, the oversized pizza that he'd ordered was displayed in the middle, beer and coke were chilling in a plastic tub full of ice, and she and Lottie were sitting naked on the sofa, watching another soft-porn movie. She'd turned and made a tutting noise.

'You're overdressed, Lancer.' He'd turned on his heel and reappeared two minutes later, nude except for a length of ribbon tied round his half-erect cock. The two of them had stared, then burst into laughter. 'There's dessert,' she'd managed to splutter, and flicked the TV off.

By unspoken consent they'd eaten sparingly, unwilling to overload. Uli had winked at Lottie when she refused a third slice.

'Saving some room for dessert?' she'd asked slyly, enjoying her friend's deep blush. Luke had finished his beer.

'I'm not doing sofas again,' he'd announced. 'I want to spread out comfortably without overbalancing. Who's got the biggest bed?' Lottie jerked a thumb at Uli.




All Things Come... Vol. 2 Ch. 11



This is the final chapter, and then Luke and Uli are going to be laid aside: I've gone as far as I can with them. There's too much of it, but I couldn't risk splitting it or there'd be another long wait. This way I've been forced to stay engaged. My apologies to all of you who wrote, (some angrily, some pleadingly), wanting to know when the story would be finished. It's way, way too late, but real life intervened, (earning a living, fending off nymphomaniacs, stuff like that), and then I was busy with "Roomers", and the selfish anti-hero of that short series, Doug, refused to let me go till I'd finished his confessions. Better not to offend someone with his unpredictable talent. 

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SPAIN, MUNICH, VIENNA, BRUSSELS, EARLY/MID JULY

LUKE, ULI 

I settled into the drivers' seat feeling childishly pleased. Cash had worked its magic and I'd paid considerably less than I'd expected for the motor-home. Big enough for a shower and toilet, small enough to handle like a car. I couldn't wait to try it out.

I'd stocked the freezer, prepared the house for summer, arranged for Señora Montero to open it and air the rooms when I called her, paid outstanding bills, promised everyone's kids that the blonde señorita would be here very soon and of course we'd go to the beach: the only chore left was to go and collect the señorita herself. Alicante to Munich isn't really that far. 

Traveling as a self-sufficient party of one is a liberating experience. If you want to stop, detour, play music far too loud, whatever, then that's what you do. No-one asks questions or complains or makes sour comments. I didn't hurry, but kept going steadily and was a hundred kilometers past the French border when tiredness caught up with me. I pulled into the next rest area, clambered between the front seats, and was home.

Supper, a little reading, testing the surprisingly spacious bed: all of it was like a birthday treat. I woke at about four and made coffee before setting off again, and at ten the following morning I stopped twenty kilometers outside Munich. I shaved and experimented with the shower: when I checked myself it seemed to have worked just fine, so I put on clean clothes and headed for town. I refilled the water tank first though: thinking ahead.

She answered the phone so quickly that she must have been sitting next to it.

'Luke?' Caller ID spoils all the fun.

'Hello, sweetheart. Are you packed and ready?' Once again I realized how much I'd missed her. Whatever happened to the old Luke?

'Of course I am. Where are you? How long till you arrive? What's the van like? What...' I cut her off ruthlessly.

'Look out of your front window and tell me what you see.' There was a pause, and then the window flew up and a blonde head with a phone clamped to its ear popped out. I craned my neck out of the van and waved: I heard her shriek through the phone and through my other ear as well. Surprise in stereo.

'Already! Hang on.' The window slammed shut, and two minutes later she burst out of the door with a pack over one arm and a bag in the other. I opened the side door and slung the luggage in, then scooped her into my arms.

'Hello properly, Fräulein Fischer. Are you ready for a summer of adventure and fun?' She squeezed me so tight that I nearly choked.

'Only if there's plenty of love and sex too. I've been bursting to see you, and Lottie sends her love, and says "see you soon", and when we get to a quiet place I want to drive and...' Over her shoulder I saw a policeman approaching, fumbling for his notebook, and I hustled her into the van, hopped in and pulled into the traffic as quickly as possible. It never pays to argue with German cops. I was concentrating on getting out of town in one piece and couldn't pay attention to her gasps and coos as she explored. After ten minutes she squeezed between the front seats and settled herself, fastening her seatbelt.

'Luke, it's lovely, like a dolls' house for grown-ups, and curtains and everything. I thought the beds in these things folded up and down, does the toilet really work?' She was bubbling with excitement, eyes sparkling, slim tanned body alive with energy.

'You can fold it up if you want to, but there's plenty of room for just two people so there's no point, and yes, everything works and I'll show you properly later. Now tell me where we're going. I haven't thought further than picking you up and being back in Brussels by the twelfth. So that's nine days just for us. No-one knows where I am, and now no-one knows where you are either.' 

'I'll unpack my stuff and think. Which way are we going at the moment?'

'South-east, more or less.' She unlatched her seatbelt and climbed into the back again. I heard her moving about as she put things away, then the noise of the curtains being drawn, and suddenly a pair of panties floated over the back of the seat and landed in my lap.

'You'd better find somewhere to park,' she said. 'I feel faint so I've had to loosen my clothing and lie down.' I smiled and looked at the clock. 

'I had a bet with myself that you'd be naked in less than half an hour, and it's twenty-seven minutes. Try to stay calm for a moment.' I felt my cock stirring as I parked, then squeezed between the front seats and pulled the privacy screen down

She'd turned the quilt back and was sprawled across the bed, a picture of innocent sensuality, her slender body glowing in the light filtering through the curtains, one hand stroking her mound delicately and a finger dipping occasionally and caressing her swollen lips. My cock jerked uncontrollably and I hurried to get rid of my clothes. I was still unbuttoning my shirt when I felt her other hand unzipping me and worming into my crotch. 

'I've missed you so much, and I'm never going to miss you this much again, ever. It's been nearly two months, and... ' She was talking a little too fast.

'You've been a good girl for two months? Cross your heart and tell me that again.' She blushed.

'You always know. Just once, three weeks ago at a party, and that was because he looked a bit like you, but he was too quick, so I had to finish myself off afterwards in the toilet.' My chinos were round my ankles and my boxers followed them, and then I was on the bed with her, holding her tight against me.

'If you had to sort yourself out then it definitely doesn't count. What shall we do first?' She pushed her head into my neck and bit me gently.

'Everything, all at once. I love you so much, Luke. Can we lie quiet and hug for a bit?' Fine by me. We stayed like that for nearly twenty minutes, our bodies molded together, letting the knowledge that we were together again sink into our bones. Slowly, in the most natural way in the world, awareness grew, and I realized that now the scent of her perfume was underlaid by the familiar aroma of her need. She stirred and pressed herself harder against me and I began to respond.

'Gently and slowly, please' she murmured, 'just to take the edge off.' I felt a rush of something in my head and as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. 

'Not too slow: we're in a one hour parking zone.' She shifted and raised one leg and I slipped between her moist folds, feeling like a man coming home after a long exile. She sighed contentedly and I felt her stretching to accommodate me, her arms tightening round my neck. Her pussy rippled and began to caress me rhythmically, squeezing me to fuller hardness and her hips started to sway, pulling me after her.

It seemed to go on for ever, but I suppose it was only ten minutes before our tempo increased till slow and gentle was only a memory, and our bodies were locked together as we matched each other's movements, helping each other to the summit. Her breathing grew more ragged and the beloved fluttering of her abdominal muscles told me that she'd reached the point of no return and I drove myself harder, pushing her ahead of me in the way we both loved. We were simply satisfying our physical needs: there was nothing hovering round us, and I took us over the edge with two hard strokes and she spasmed against me and moaned deep in her throat, then gave in to the waves pouring through her. My balls tightened and I felt the warm flow beginning in the root of my cock and rising through the shaft, then I spurted into her, letting my pent-up longing fill her completely. Our bodies tensed against each other then relaxed.

After a little she pressed herself against me and kissed my neck.

'I can concentrate now. When I want you like that my brain just stops working except for planning how to get you into me.' 

'You could try asking,' I said lazily. 'I don't often refuse you.' She bit my shoulder delicately.

'Persuading you is lots more fun, and then I can save having to beg and plead for when it's really and truly urgent.' She wriggled under me. 'Can you show me how to use the toilet and the shower?' Demonstrating everything took a while, and her disappointment that the shower was low pressure and only gave eight minutes of flow was hilarious to see.

'It's not big enough for both of us even if we squeeze together like mad,' she said, and pouted exaggeratedly. 'We'll have to stay in hotels every three or four days just to be able to have our games.'

'And in between we can be completely by ourselves and do what we want and still never need to be dirty. Three minutes each is plenty if you do it right. You're just too used to luxury. Where are we going first?' She was drying herself and rummaging in the drawers for clean panties.

'I'd like to go home for a couple of days to say hello to Mum and Trudi, and Karl too if he's there, if that's OK with you, and then we can go back to Brussels really slowly, unless there's anything special you want to do.' She looked at me cautiously. 'Were you serious about not being with anyone else unless I'm there too?' I nodded.

'I've spent a couple of nights with Anita and three with Elena since May. Not Magda, because she's too busy with her German stud. But they know about us, so it's different. I'm not against it on principle, but when you're not there something's missing.' She smiled and ruffled my hair

'I said it wasn't really that important to me, and I meant it, but I'm still pleased. We'll need to work something out for next year though.' She pulled her T-shirt over her head and smoothed it over her breasts. 'Now, I want to find somewhere to practice driving this thing and then go home and make them all jealous.' 

Munich to Vienna is not very far at all, and even with brief halts for driving practice and one longer one for more hanky-panky it was only late afternoon when we pulled up outside the big townhouse. The van had barely stopped when Uli was out and hammering on the front door. I knew that she was hoping her mother would be in, and I'd called ahead to make sure she would be.

LUKE, ULI, ANGELA, TRUDI, INGE 

Don't come between mother and daughter when they're as close as those two. They fell into each other's arms and I slid past them and down to the kitchen to say hello to Cook. When I'd escaped from her crushing embrace and she'd gone into overdrive, planning a celebration dinner, it was Trudi's turn: considerably less suffocating and much more fun.

'It's so good to see you,' she said when we came up for air. 'It's ages and ages since Christmas, and I'm really bad at e-mails, and I've been so busy, I never wrote properly like I meant to, and phone sex is just too frustrating.' She pushed her crotch against mine and wriggled. 'How long are you staying and when am I going to get some of this?'

'Talk to Uli, sweetheart. As far as I'm concerned as soon as possible, but I've put her in charge of all that side of things for the summer. My idea, not hers.' 

'I thought you might do that.' She disentangled herself, a look of disappointment flickering over her face, but then smiled. 'I'll beg and whine till she gives in, so you'd better plan to be exhausted. Tell me how Magda is.' I didn't have a chance because at that moment there was a clatter on the stairs and Uli erupted into the kitchen and leapt at Trudi, hugging her and sniffing.

'We're all going to have dinner together and then the three of us are going to go out and find Inge and make a night of it, and I've got so much to tell you, you wouldn't believe, but let's call Inge first to make sure she's free.' Her glance flicked over to me. 'Girl-talk, Luke: go and find Mum while Trudi and I catch up with each other.' One eyelid drooped fractionally, and I took the hint. Never interfere with girl-talk.

Angela was in the living-room of her suite, nursing a glass of wine and looking a little weepy, I sat down next to her and put an arm round her and squeezed her gently.

'Don't feel sorry for yourself. You're busy and happy and so's she, and when you want her she'll be there. Me too. We're all pretty lucky.' She rubbed her head against my shoulder and I felt her relax.

'Tears of happiness mostly, Luke. Seeing her so alive and so in love and doing what she wants to: it's wonderful. There's a tiny part of me that's jealous though. When I compare her with myself at that age, it seems unfair.'

'If you hadn't done what you did there'd be no Uli, and I wouldn't have met either of you and then where would we be?' She smiled faintly.

'I've never known anyone like you for looking on the bright side. Tell me what you've been doing since the spring. That was such a lovely weekend, and those nice women too. I want to know everything.' 

We were swapping news when Uli came in, still fired up and in full organizing mode.

'Making out with my own mother while my back's turned, eh? And without inviting me. Shift up and let me have your other arm and I'll tell you what I've arranged.' 

'Do I get any input here?' I asked tentatively, 'or am I just a helpless pawn?' She snickered.

'You'll get your chance at input later, and you'd better not be too tired. Trudi knows it's going to be a sort of goodbye for a while and we're all of us going to have to be gentle with Inge. Trudi says she's carrying a torch for you but won't admit it. And then tomorrow we'll take Mum out somewhere nice and talk about everything. I didn't tell her the whole Dieter story yet, nor about next year, nor about her rights.' Angela reached across me and stroked Uli's cheek.

'My needs, you mean, and your generosity. If it was me I'd be keeping him all to myself and snarling at every other woman who crossed our path.'

'Which would drive him away in ten minutes,' said Uli, 'and you know it. Don't be grateful, Mum: it doesn't suit you, and anyway we've already talked about that.' She bounced up and grabbed my arm. 'Come on, you: we're going to have a proper shower and a nap, and no distractions. Tonight's going to be full of fun.' It looked as if being a helpless pawn was the best option.

When we were clean and stretched out on my old bed, relaxed and content, she wormed closer into the crook of my arm.

'Can I ask something?' Her voice was hesitant and I twisted my head to look at her closely.

'Is it something to do with your Mum?' She bit my shoulder again. This was becoming a habit, I thought.

'You are so annoying sometimes. I was going to ask what you'd think about inviting her down to Spain for a week. She needs a break and I'd like to see her properly, without being rushed, and we could have a nice time. We'd need to talk about the sleeping arrangements, but I won't say anything if you're doubtful.' I looked at her again and wondered if this was sensible. Her instincts were usually good though: to hell, if it looked like going south I'd try to trim their sails a bit, and if it worked it'd be stupendous. Temptation is a terrible thing.

'Talk to her and see what she thinks. Not more than a week though, or I'll get claustrophobic. Do you really think you can handle it?' She nodded. 

'It's scary exciting to think about, but she's my mum and we all love each other in different ways. I need to be a bad girl sometimes and so does she. We'll talk to her tomorrow night.' I wondered if I'd have to end up spanking both of them simultaneously.

That evening the four of us sat in a booth in Gustav's bar and restaurant. Uli had made sure that Inge was next to me and Trudi opposite. She was controlling somehow, and I was watching her fascinatedly and wondering how she did it. She was coaxing Inge to talk, and Trudi was helping, reminiscing about Christmas. There didn't seem to be much for me to do, so I didn't.

'Do you remember the little red fish?' asked Trudi. 'The way they used to come and nibble our pussies, tickling? It was so much fun.' She turned to Uli. 'You'd have loved it: we spent half the time wishing you were there and the other half being glad we had him to ourselves. I even wished Inge wasn't there sometimes, and then I felt really guilty and let her go first the next time.' Inge drained her glass and gestured to Gustav for another.

'I spent all the time wishing it could go on forever,' she said, 'and I still dream about it.' From the corner of my eye I saw Uli glance at Trudi, who reached across the table and stroked Inge's cheek.

'Do what I've done,' she said. 'Start thinking of him as an occasional bonus and stop seeing everyone else as a substitute. When I started looking around again I was quite surprised at how much fun it was.' I felt uncomfortable about being talked about in the third person, but gentle pressure on my calf from Uli kept me quiet. She and Trudi had the evening planned and I wasn't going to butt in. She kept the drinks coming, though I noticed that hers were still half-full when they were cleared and replaced.

'I think we ought to go and sweat some of this off,' she said after an hour. 'Did you bring the keys, Inge?' Inge perked up considerably and burrowed in her bag.

'Whenever you like. It's been ages since we were all naked together.' I stayed quiet, though my heart rate had risen. They'd planned an evening at the spa, and all that that entailed. I caught Uli's hand as we left the bar.

'Making up for low pressure showers already?' She giggled softly and squeezed my hand. 

'A therapy session with fun thrown in. Poor Inge's got to reclaim her life before she gets all bitter and starts hating me and you and everything. She's a bit pissed already and Trudi and I are going to help you fuck her silly and then Trudi will talk to her afterwards and fix her up with a nice kind dominant guy who'll be good to her. Trudi's been scouting for candidates and she's going to suggest testing them out together first.' Women constantly astonish me: they're a mixture of the romantic and the practical that I'll never figure out.

I didn't want to wake up at all. I was far too comfortable, it was far too early, I didn't need to piss that badly. I turned over and tried to escape the commotion that was happening round me but it got worse.

'Luke, it's half-past ten and we need to go shopping. Sit up and drink your coffee. Why are you so tired anyway? Trudi and I did most of the work: all you did was lie there with your cock sticking up like a flagpole, and that can't be as exhausting as you pretend.' There was laughter lurking behind her brisk tone and I levered one eye open and peered up at her.

'It's not exhausting at all till three energetic women take their best shots at it. When that happens there's a strong need to recuperate. Why have we got to go shopping anyway?'

'Stuff for the van of course,' she said promptly, 'and a present for Mum, because it's her birthday next week, and I need some clothes for the summer, and those shoes of yours are a disgrace, and...' I struggled into a sitting position and accepted the coffee. As I sipped I thought that this wasn't going to work at all unless I learnt to enjoy being organized. I'm not the sort of guy who says "yes, dear" very convincingly. I flagged that idea for further contemplation and looked up at Uli.