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"Yes," he said softly. "That's how I knew."
She closed her eyes for a second, her face turning red. "You fucked
Laura?" she asked when she opened them. "You fucked her during school,
in your classroom?"
He nodded.
"Who else did you fuck?" she asked. "You said that you've been using
this power for two days. Who else?"
"What's going on in here?" came a voice from the stairway. A set of
legs clad in shorts appeared on the riser and began to move downward.
It was Julie, returning from putting Kyla down. "Rich?" she called.
"Who's here? And why are they yelling? Is it Terry?"
As she came down the stairs and her face came into view, Paul looked
over at her and projected. "Ignore us," he told her. "You don't even
realize that we're here."
She seemed to skip a little in her stride and look around in confusion
for a moment. Finally she came down the stairs and shot a puzzled look
at Rich before walking past and heading into the kitchen. Terry
watched all of this with silent amazement. "This is just fucking
crazy," she said. "I can't deal with this."
"I'm sorry honey," he told her.
"Don't honey me," she yelled. "Who else did you fuck?"
"Julie," he said quietly.
"You fucked Julie?" she asked. "You mean," she jerked her head towards
the kitchen, "that Julie?"
"Yes," he said. "She was the first one."
"You fucked my friend and you fucked our neighbor," she said, pacing
around again, stepping around Rich, who was still staring forward with
an embarrassed and shocked expression on his face. "Why Paul? Why
would you do that? Don't you love me? Don't I satisfy you?"
"Listen Terry," he said. "It's not like that at all. You see I..." he
stopped as Julie came walking back into the room carrying a glass of
wine that she had presumably poured in the kitchen. She gave another
puzzled glance at Rich, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then
shrugged. She walked into the downstairs guest bathroom, which was
right next to where they were standing. She set her glass down on the
sink and then began to unbutton her shorts.
Terry and Paul, though in the midst of a marital argument of very large
proportion, nevertheless watched in amazement as she dropped her shorts
and panties to the floor at her feet, revealing her blonde bush to
them. Humming to herself, not bothering to shut the door, she sat on
the toilet and began to pee. The sound of her urine splashing into the
water came clearly to their ears. She hummed softly to herself,
picking at a freckle on her upper thigh absently. When she finished,
she wiped with toilet paper and then pulled her clothing back up. She
washed her hands in the sink and then stepped out of the room, flicking
off the light and grabbing her wineglass. She looked directly at Rich.
"Hon?" she said, puzzled, stepping closer. "What are you doing? Why
are you standing in the living room like that?"
Rich turned and looked at her but he couldn't talk. He had been
commanded not to.
"This is so fucking weird," Terry whispered, watching the scene.
"Julie," Paul said, projecting. "Don't worry about Rich. Just
continue going about your business." He had a sudden horror that his
previous command for her to ignore them would override any further
commands to her. Would she go on ignoring them forever? How could he
command her if she ignored him?
But apparently the power didn't work that way. The new command seemed
to still get through. She ignored Rich and then, carrying her
wineglass, walked towards the family room, once again humming as she
went.
When she was gone, Terry looked back at her husband. "My god Paul,"
she said. "We're standing in their house and they're doing what you
tell them to do."
"Yes," he said. "The power."
"The power," she repeated, trying to absorb the information that was
assaulting her. "Why did you fuck her Paul?" she asked. "Why did you
fuck Laura? Just answer that for me."
"Because I can't help it," he said simply. "I just can't help it."
"You can't help it?" she repeated, shaking her head a little. "I can't
accept that."
"No?" he asked. "Terry, I told you things had changed because of this
and that we would have to try to come to some sort of accommodation
with it. I have the power to do anything I want. I have the power of
a god now, do you understand? We have to think on an entirely new
level now."
"Yes Paul," she said, "but our neighbors, my friends?"
"You told me earlier that you couldn't help but go with Laura when she
asked, do you remember saying that?"
"Yes," she said slowly.
"That's because of a sexual urge, right? You like to feel a woman
against you, you like to feel her fingers in your pussy, right? And
you can't help but do it with her?"
"Yes," she said, more blandly now, seeing where he was heading.
"I never cheated on you before until two days ago," he told her. "Not
a single time. I was never even tempted to. But then suddenly I was
given this power Terry. I can have anybody. Anybody! And I can have
them without even they knowing about it! That is too much for a mortal
human to handle. I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't use the power
for that, I really did. But it's useless. It's absolutely useless. I
think I realized today that as long as I have this power and as long as
I have a sex drive, I will not be able to help myself, to stop myself
from using it for sex. I can't Terry. Maybe I'm weak. If you want to
think that of me, then go ahead, but I won't promise you that I won't
do it anymore because I won't be able to help myself. Do you
understand?"
"So you're saying," she said, sniffing a little, "that you're going to
cheat on me from now on."
"Call it what you like," he said. "That's the way things are going to
be. I don't love you any less Terry, I really don't. You're my wife,
you're my friend, and I want to keep living with you."
"You want me to keep living with you, knowing what I know, knowing that
you'll be fucking everything that you please?" she asked incredulously.
"There's three options the way I see it," he said. "We can't go on
like we were before. This power changes everything. The first option
is that I can command you to ignore everything that I'm doing, not to
notice it, to believe that everything IS the way it was. Quite
frankly, I'm not so hot about that option. Like I said, I don't wish
to use the power on you."
"I don't want that," she said. "I don't want to be mind-fucked."
"I didn't think you would," he said. "The second option is divorce.
We break up and you go your own way and I'll go mine. I'll do my thing
and you do yours. If you choose that option I would ask that you not
tell anyone about my power though. First of all, it would be quite a
task to convince them that you weren't crazy. You know me like the
back of your hand and look what I had to go through to convince you,
even with proof. But in any case, that's an option. We split. I'll
tell you though, I'm not real fond of that option either. Like I said,
I love you. Despite what else I'll be doing, I enjoy talking to you
and being with you."
"I'll keep that one open," she said. "I love you too Paul, I really
do, and I don't want to leave you unless I have to." She took a
breath. "What's the third option?"
"The third option," he said, smiling a little. "That's the most
interesting option."
"And what is it?"
"We accept what I can do, and what I must do, and we come to terms with
it."
"Accept it?" she asked. "You want me to accept that you're going to be
fucking other women every day?"
He shrugged. "Are sex and love really hand in hand?" he asked her.
"I've fucked two other women in the last two days just to curb my
lust. You've had sex with Laura on multiple occasions just to curb
your lust. Do I love you any less for what I've done? No, I don't.
Do you love me any less for what you've done?"
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't."
"We're conditioned," he said, beginning to pace as if he were
delivering a lecture in class, "to remain monogamous within the bounds
of marriage because that's the way our society likes it. We are taught
to feel guilty about our extra-marital urges, to suppress them. If we
do cheat on each other, we are taught that that means the end of the
relationship. But let's put aside these teachings, if we can. Does
that really mean it's the end?"
She chewed her lip a little as she stared at him. "I... I... don't know,"
she stammered.
"And I'm not saying that I will be the only one to benefit from this
power Terry. In the first place, it can be used for so much more than
sex. It can used for good things, don't you see. But it's a dangerous
power and one that needs to be used carefully. There are aspects of it
that I want your input on, that I NEED to talk to you about before I
attempt them. But on the sexual side of it, why should I be the only
one to benefit? What's good for the goose is good for the gander,
right?"
"What are you saying?" she asked, interest showing in her eyes.
"We're married Terry," he said. "This is a community property state.
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, right? If there's
anything that YOU want to do with this power, anything at all..." he
paused for effect, "I'll arrange it for you. The world can be yours.
Anyone in it can be yours. You just say the word, tell me a name, and
I'll arrange it."
She stared at him for a long time, the wheels in her head obviously
working overtime. "You're serious?" she finally said. "Let me just
make sure that I'm understanding correctly. You are offering to get
sexual partners for me if I wish them. You will program them to do
what I want?"
"I would ask," he qualified, "that you not choose those that are
infected with venereal disease of any kind. And I would ask that you
not become pregnant by anybody. When we reproduce, I would like to be
the father. But otherwise, yes, that is what I'm offering."
"That is so strange," she said. "What if I wanted, oh, say, Steve
Young? Would you bring him to the house and let him fuck me?"
He smiled a little. "I would suggest that we wait until I'm a little
more confident and expert in using the power," he said, "but yes, I
would. As long as I could bring his wife along for MY pleasure."
"Wow," she whispered, her eyes widening as she imagined the
possibilities. "I can see where you're coming from now. I can see how
difficult it can be to resist this. I can have anybody!"
"Anybody," he confirmed.
"What if..." she paused for a second. "Oh, never mind."
"Terry," he said reasonably. "We promised to be honest with each other
today, didn't we?"
"Yes," she said carefully, "but you would think I'm sick."
"You'd have to be very sick to offend me," he said. "What's on your
mind?"
She seemed to debate with herself for a moment. Finally, she said: "My
students."
"You want to fuck your students?" he asked, unsurprised.
"A few of them," she said. "Boys and girls. I've had, well, fantasies
about seducing them. I'm sorry, I guess that's kind of twisted."
He laughed out loud, shaking his head.
"What?" she demanded.
"Why do you think," he asked her, "that I fucked Laura today? I fucked
her because I was being driven insane looking at my students all day
and knowing that I could have them. I fucked her to relieve the
pressure before I took one of them."
Again she gave him the agape expression. "Really?" she asked.
"Really," he assured her. "I thought I was a pervert at first. And
then, after doing Laura, I asked her if SHE would do a student if she
could get away with it. Do you know what she said?"
"She would?" Terry asked.
"She said she would do it in a hot minute if she could get away with
it."
"Wow," she said.
"Let's face it Terry," he said. "Teenagers are incredibly desirable to
look at and imagine. They're hot. And we now have the power to have
them without fear of discovery. Any of them."
"But isn't that..." she paused. "Isn't it depraved?"
"I'll tell you what," he suggested. "Why don't we leave that word out
of our vocabulary for now. Let's make "anything goes" our motto.
We're gods Terry. If you can imagine it, it can happen. Let's be
decadent and fulfill our wildest fantasies together. Let's bask in our
depravity. If you want one of your students, if you want ALL of your
students in a single night, I'll get them for you. I promise."
"This is so exciting," she said, her eyes now shining.
"Yes," he said. "It is, isn't it?"
"My pussy is wet right now, just thinking about it."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning lasciviously. "And I have a boner that
won't quit. What do you think we should do about it?"
"I want Julie," she said. "I want her to eat my pussy. That's a good
place to start, isn't it?"
"It is," he agreed, feeling his erection straining in his pants. "But
what about Rich?"
She looked over at him for a moment. He was still standing there,
still obviously shocked about the knowledge that Terry knew about his
videotape. "Fuck him," she said. "Let him stand there. Let's go have
Julie."
"Right," Paul said. He turned to Rich. "Stay where you are," he told
him, projecting, "and ignore everything that's going on."
They walked hand in hand into the family room where Julie was sitting
on the couch and watching a sit-com on the television. As instructed,
she completely ignored their presence, even as they discussed her fate.
"How do you want to do it?" he asked her, examining Julie's long pale
legs and remembering how he'd taken her before.
"What do you suggest?" she asked. "I'm new to this, remember?"
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes," he answered. "Well, I can program her
to do anything, to believe anything that you want her to. If you want
her to seduce you, I can make it happen. If you want to seduce her, I
can make it happen. If you want to just get down and stinky with her,
I can tell her that she's always wanted to have sex with you. Anything
Terry, anything at all is possible with her."
"Wow," she whispered, letting her hand drop down and caress her crotch
through her jeans. "This is bitchin."
He grinned.
"Can you make her do anything that I want?" she asked. "Can you
transfer the power over to me?"
He thought about it for a moment. "I think so," he said. "But be
careful. Remember, I'm still a rookie at this and everything is taken
literally."
She nodded. "Do it," she said excitedly.
He walked over and leaned down next to Julie. "Stop ignoring us now
Julie," he said, projecting.
She jumped in fright, emitting a startled squeak. "Paul, Terry," she
said, a little breathlessly, putting her hand on her heart and patting
it. "You scared the stuffing out of me. I didn't hear you come in. I
just looked and... there you were."
"Sorry," Paul said, going over his approach in his head. "We didn't
mean to startle you."
"It's okay," she said graciously. "So how are you two doing? Did Rich
offer to get you something to drink?"
"You will unquestioningly obey everything that Terry tells you," he
commanded her.
Her face clouded over. "Okay," she said carefully, obviously
uncomfortable. "But why?"
"Christ," he mumbled, giving an apologetic look at Terry. "Like I
said," he told her, "it takes some getting used to." He turned back to
Julie. "Nothing that occurs here is the least bit unusual, including
physical and sexual contact with you. Nothing that Terry or I tells
you to do is unusual. You will react to what is going on as your body
commands you to. If a sensation is pleasurable, you will enjoy it
without regard to the societal aspects or your own moral code. You
will do whatever feels natural to whomever you wish to do it to. Do
you understand?"
"Yes," she said pleasantly, "I do."
"You will answer any questions that are asked of you by Terry or myself
with complete honesty and without a sense that the questions are out of
the ordinary. And..." he thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, and you will
continue to not think about Rich for the time being."
"Okay," she said. "But would you like to something to drink? I just
opened a bottle of wine."
"No thank you," he said.
"Terry, you?" she asked, turning towards her.
"Uh... no, thank you," she said, still staring in fascination.
"Did I leave anything out that you can think of?" Paul asked his wife.
"I don't think so," she said doubtfully. "That was quite a speech you
had to give her."
"Yes," he said. "I'm still working on parts of it. Every time I try
this I always discover something that I forgot."
"Well," she said softly. "Shall we give it a whirl?"
He stood up. "Be my guest," he told her.
Nervously Terry walked over and sat down on the couch next to Julie.
Paul helped himself to an armchair next to them. Terry smiled a little
and Julie returned the smile. She let her hand drop down to Julie's
bare thigh and she softly stroked her fingers up and down, caressing
the satiny skin. "You have very nice legs Julie," she said.
"Thank you," Julie answered. "They're not as nice as yours though."
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" she asked next.
"No," Julie replied. "Never."
"Have you ever wanted to?"
Julie shook her head. "No," she said. "I've always been attracted to
men only."
"I see," Terry said, letting her fingers go a little higher on her
thigh. "But do you like the way my hand feels on your leg?"
"Yes," she replied after a moment's hesitation. "It feels nice. I've
always liked having my legs stroked."
"And it doesn't bother you that it's another woman doing it?"
She gave a confused look. "No. Why should it bother me?" she asked,
with apparently no idea that she was contradicting something that she
had just said a moment before.
"Wow," Terry said, letting her hand creep even further up, until it was
sliding just a little beneath the leg of her shorts. "This is amazing
Paul."
"Yes," he said, his eyes riveted on the sight of his wife's probing
hand. Anticipation of what was to come surged through his body.
"Kiss me Julie," Terry said, leaning towards her. "Kiss me like a
lover."
Julie turned her head towards Terry and leaned into her. Their lips
came together softly, their tongues reaching out and touching. Paul
watched in fascination as the kiss grew more passionate, as Julie's
arms went around Terry and Terry's hand slid further up the leg of her
shorts. Their mouths made soft, wet noises as they exchanged saliva.
He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, kicking off his shoes so
they could be removed. The underwear followed a second later and he
began to stroke his dick while his eyes feasted on the erotic scene
before him.
Women made love slowly with each other, he discovered as he watched.
They spent the better part of twenty minutes just kissing each other on
the mouth and on the face. Terry spent a considerable amount of that
time nibbling on Julie's earlobes while her hand continued to work its
way up beneath her shorts. It had disappeared beneath the leg to well
past the wrist.
"Are you touching her pussy?" Paul asked his wife, on the verge of
coming at the very thought.
"I have my fingers on the crotch of her panties," Terry answered softly
from the hollow of Julie's throat. "They're very wet. I can feel the
outline of her lips through them."
"And it feels sooo good," Julie breathed, running her fingers through
Terry's hair.
"Take off my shirt," Terry commanded. "Bare my tits."
Julie did as she was told, inserting her hands beneath the bottom of
the T-shirt and pulling it upward. She gave a little moan of
disappointment when Terry, out of necessity, pulled her hand free of
the shorts. The shirt came up over her head and dropped to the floor,
revealing her bra-clad breasts. Julie reached around behind her,
stroking her fingers over the skin of her back and finally grasping the
clasp that held the device in place. With a quick twist of the
fingers, the bra was undone. A shrug of the shoulders and it fell
free, allowing Terry's firm breasts and very erect nipples to bounce
out into Julie's face.
"Suck them," she said. "Make them feel good."
"Oh yesss," Julie, now quite into what was going on, replied. She
pulled Terry's body to her and took the left nipple into her mouth,
tonguing it and suckling it wetly.
"Oh god," Terry moaned, letting her head fall back on her shoulders.
"This is so nasty Paul."
"Do you love it?" he asked her, continuing to stroke his dick up and
down.
"I love it," she said. "I want to do this forever."
She basked under the onslaught of Julie's mouth upon her nipples as her
hands pulled Julie's shirt upward and off. She then unfastened her
bra, dropping it to the ground and allowing Paul to gaze upon his
neighbor's bare breasts for the second time.
"She has nice titties," Terry said, letting her hands caress them while
Julie went back to work suckling her own. She squeezed and kneaded
them gently, running her palms over the pale pink but very hard nipples.
"Yes, she does," Paul agreed, his breath a little ragged in his throat.
"Kiss me again Julie," Terry said, pulling her upward. "I want to feel
your tits rubbing against mine."
The two women embraced once more, kissing passionately in a wet swirl
of tongues and lips as their swollen breasts rubbed together. Terry
moved her shoulders up and down to increase the sensation. Julie
moaned into her mouth.
This went on for several more minutes until Terry broke the embrace and
stood up, towering above Julie, who was still sitting. She kicked off
the shoes she was wearing and put her hands in Julie's hair, pulling
her face to her stomach. Julie, without being instructed, began to
lick and tongue the smooth flesh there, paying particular attention to
the navel.
"Take off my pants," Terry instructed.
Without removing her mouth from her stomach, Julie reached for the snap
on her jeans and undid it. She slid the zipper down, revealing the
fact that Terry, though she had put on jeans before coming over, had
not bothered to put panties on. Her dark curls were clearly visible in
the vee that was formed by her fly. Julie let her mouth kiss a little
lower, sliding it over the soft flesh of her lower stomach while she
tugged the pants downward. Soon, Terry was naked before her, the lips
of her engorged pussy showing plainly through her nest of hair.
Without being prompted, Julie kissed her way downward, running her
tongue around the edges of Terry's pubic hair and finally upward, to
her slit. She licked from bottom to top, moving very slowly and making
Terry's knees wobble.
"Oh god that feels sooo good," she said, letting her head fall
backwards once again. Still standing, she put her right leg up on the
arm of the couch, exposing her entire crotch. "Eat it baby, eat me
good."
"Mmmmm," Julie moaned, plunging her tongue inside of her slit with
enthusiasm while her hands reached around and began caressing the
cheeks of her ass.
Paul was unable to stand it any more. He stood and quickly ripped off
his shirt, leaving him naked and very erect. He walked up behind Terry
and put his arms around her, moving his chest against her bare back and
bringing his hands around to her breasts. He leaned in and began
kissing her neck slowly, running his tongue up and down the nape.
"Oh yess," she purred, leaning back against him for support and then
turning her head to kiss him. They slid their tongues together,
kissing gently and then passionately while wet slurping noises rose up
from her crotch. Paul's hard-on was pushing insistently against the
cheeks of Terry's ass, where Julie was still kneading and palpating.
When the head of his cock brushed against her knuckles she removed one
hand from the cheek and wrapped it around his cock instead. Now it was
his turn to moan as she began gently jacking him up and down, spreading
the pre-come that was drooling from the end over Terry's ass.
"Oh god," Terry said a few minutes later, her words more of a pant.
"She's sucking my clit Paul, she's making me come!"
And indeed she was. Paul felt her pelvis thrusting uncontrollably
against him and felt the familiar tremors of her body. He twisted his
upper body around until he was able to take her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked the hard nubbin in a way he knew she liked and she went
nearly crazy at the sensation of two mouths upon her erogenous zones at
once.
"Yesss!" she cried. "Oh goddd, yesss! I cominggg!"
Both of her lovers redoubled their mouth action and felt her tense
almost painfully in their arms. She let out a final, high-pitched
scream, her hands pulling them forcefully against her. At last,
panting, she relaxed, an aroused sweat visible on her forehead and her
breathing erratic. Paul pulled his face from her nipple and kissed her
gently on the lips. Julie removed her mouth from her crotch and looked
up at them, her face wet with secretions, a smile on her lips.
"That was incredible," Terry said, nipping at Paul's lips and touching
Julie's face affectionately.
"Yes," Julie said, her hand continuing to jack Paul's dick up and
down. "It was fun, wasn't it?"
"The fun's not over yet," Terry said, extricating herself out from
between them. She nudged Paul forward until his cock was waving before
Julie's face. Julie needed no instructions. She leaned forward and
took him into her mouth, sucking and slurping.
"Ahhh," Paul groaned as she deep throated him expertly and then pulled
slowly back up. "She knows how to suck a cock too."
"I want you to fuck her," Terry told him. "Fuck her right here on the
couch and come in her pussy. And then I'm going to suck your come out
her cunt."
"Terry," he groaned, nearly coming in her mouth at the very thought.
"Come on," she said. "Do it. Fuck her!"
"Yeah," Julie, pulling her mouth free of his cock, agreed
enthusiastically. "Fuck me! I need a cock in me now!"
"Get those shorts off," he told her, stepping back to give her room.
Moving quickly she unsnapped them and pushed them and her panties down,
all in one motion. She kicked them across the room and then lay back
on the couch, her legs spread. Her blonde bush was wet and matted with
her juices, the odor powerful and very exciting. Her lips were swollen
and open, her clit poking out enticingly. She rubbed herself with her
hands, dipping her fingers in, her pelvis already moving up and down in
anticipation. "Come on," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
Paul needed no further invitation. He climbed atop of her, pushing his
chest to hers, his face to hers, his pelvis to hers. Her smooth legs
slid up and down the outside of his and her mouth leaned forward to
kiss him. As his tongue sucked on hers and as his lips mashed against
her, he could taste his wife's juices on her. He groaned again and
pushed forward, feeling the head of his cock slide through her hair and
then against her wetness. He thrust into her, sliding all the way to
the hilt in her juicy tightness in one motion, feeling her grip at him,
hearing her moan into his mouth. He began to move in and out, not
bothering with a slow build-up, just needing release.
"Yes baby," Terry said, running her hand over his back and his ass.
"Fuck her, come in her!"
He broke the kiss and looked up at his wife. She was standing next to
them, the fingers of her free hand in her pussy, rubbing it.
"Sit on her face Terry," he told her. "Make her eat you again while I
fuck her."
"Ooooh," Terry said, her eyes brightening at the thought.
"Yes," Julie said, thrusting her pelvis frantically back at him, her
legs now clenched around his ass. "Sit on my face, make me eat you!"
Terry decided to go with the majority opinion. She swung her leg up
onto the couch and planted her wet pussy right on Julie's face. Julie,
who seemingly had acquired a taste for this sort of thing, attacked it
with her lips and tongue, making contented grunting noises and hums.
Paul had to adjust his positioning a little to accommodate his wife.
He raised up, using his arms to support himself, and looked up at her.
"I love you," she said, putting her arms around him.
"I love you too," he said, leaning in to kiss her.
He kissed her face and then her neck and then began suckling her tits,
one by one while his pelvis continued to drive his cock in and out of
Julie's clenching pussy. He did not last very long, would not have
lasted as long as he had if not for the fact that he had already come
twice that day. When he felt the tingles of orgasm running up his
spine he began to thrust faster, pounding into Julie's pussy without
mercy.
"Yes," Terry said, pulling his face free from her tits and kissing
him. "Come in her baby, fill her up!"
"Mmmmm, mmm mmm," Julie grunted from against Terry's cunt, her hips
thrusting back at him with perfect timing.
With a groan of sheer pleasure he shot a surprisingly large load into
her gulping chasm, spraying her cervix and even overflowing onto the
couch. When he finally pulled free and climbed off of her, her pussy
was a drooling, saturated mess of swollen lips and matted hair. Her
thighs were sweaty and flushed and wide open. She immediately put her
hand to her pussy and began to rub it.
Terry lifted herself free and kneeled on the floor next to the couch.
She grabbed Julie's leg and put it over her shoulder, twisting her body
until her face was hovering right over her slit.
"You want me to eat you Julie?" she asked, licking at her inner thighs
but staying well away from the target.
"Yess," Julie pleaded. "Eat me, eat me!"
"You want me to eat my husband's come out your cunt?" she asked,
licking at the other thigh now. "Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yes," Julie pleaded. "Do it!"
"Beg me," Terry said. "Beg me to do it and maybe I will."
"Please," she cried, letting her fingers touch Terry's face. "Eat my
pussy! Suck his come out of me. Eat me please, please, pleeeeaaaase!"
With a wicked smile Terry slowly let her face drop downward. Her
tongue reached out and for the first time in her life, she let it glide
between the lips of another woman's vagina. Julie sighed in pleasure,
the sighs becoming pants as Terry, across the line now, began to plunge
her tongue deeply inside, lapping up the sperm and secretions of love.
"Oh godddd," Julie moaned, running her fingers through Terry's hair.
"It's sooo goood."
Terry grabbed her by the hips and pulled her tighter against her face,
grunting in ecstasy, her lips and tongue moving frantically. Julie's
legs wrapped around her back, pulling her even tighter. Paul, whose
dick was quite sore from the days activities, nevertheless found
himself stiffening up a little as he watched the scene unfold before
him. He knelt down next to Julie's head and began kissing her and
licking all of his wife's juices from her face. When her face was wet
with his saliva he kissed down her neck and then began to suck her
erect nipples. This combination of mouths upon her, as it had done to
Terry a few minutes before, drove Julie nearly insane, drawing a
powerful orgasm from her that made her scream obscenities out into the
room and bash Terry nearly to death with her pelvis.
Paul raised his head from her tits after she came but Terry, enjoying
her first taste of another woman, continued to lap and suck. Employing
a technique that Paul often used on her, she wet one of her fingers
with juices and plunged it up Julie's ass.
"Oh goddd," Julie cried, her hips beginning to thrust again already.
"She's sticking it up my assss!"
"Do you like it?" Paul asked her, jacking on his abused cock once more.
"I LOVE it!" she yelled. "Put another finger in! Fill my ass!"
Terry did not need to be told twice. She added another finger and
began to shove them in and out while she sucked her clit. Paul's dick
was not quite a full hard-on but it was stiff enough and he was horny
enough that he wanted to get back in the game. He moved around until
he was kneeling behind Terry and put his hands on her hip. He lifted
up on her, exposing her ass and swollen pussy. He fingered her for a
moment - she was still very wet - and then placed his cock against her.
"Mmmmm," she groaned encouragingly as she felt the intrusion.
He pushed forward, sliding into her body, and began to fuck her. Soon
both women were moaning away loudly at the sensations that were being
inflicted upon them. Julie came again, yelling louder this time and
forcing Terry's head even harder into her crotch. And still Terry kept
eating her, pausing only long enough to cry out her own orgasm from
Paul's pounding dick.
Paul continued to thrust in and out of his wife for another ten
minutes, bringing her to one more orgasm before his overused manhood
rebelled against him and softened up. With a sigh of regret he let it
slip from Terry's slit. He leaned back so he was sitting on his butt
on the carpet and wiped the sweat from his brow. Terry gave a little
cry of protest at losing the cock in her but quickly got over it as
Julie began to show the signs of another orgasm.
When that orgasm was just a memory, Terry finally raised her face from
their neighbor's crotch. She was dripping with wetness from her nose
to her chin. Paul leaned forward and kissed her gently, lapping at the
juices and sucking her tongue.
"She tastes good," he said. "Doesn't she?"
"Yesss," Terry breathed, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. "She
does."
They left fifteen minutes later, after dressing themselves and doing a
careful de-programming of the couple. Once the door shut behind them
Rich and Julie instantly became under the impression that they had just
become overcome with passion for each other on the couch and that they
had enjoyed it all the more because it was such an unheard of
happening. Though they would fuss over the large stains that had been
left on their furniture, and though Julie would feel a persistent
soreness in her nether regions for more than forty-eight hours
afterward, they would promise each other to repeat the action often.
They had absolutely no memory whatsoever of Terry and Paul being in
their house. They would go to be contented that night and sleep
soundly.
Back at the Woods' residence, Terry and Paul undressed and fell into
bed, exhausted, not even bothering to shower first (though they did
both wash their hands). As they lay next to each other, their hands
entwined, their legs touching, Paul could tell that his wife was a
little trouble.
"Are you feeling guilt about what we did?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said, turning to look at him in the darkness. "We... well... we
raped her Paul. We violated her body."
"Yes," he agreed. "We did."
She snorted. "You agree with me? Well that makes me feel a lot
better!"
"But she doesn't know we did that Terry," he told her. "As far as she
knows, she and her husband had a wonderful time tonight and expanded
upon their rather boring sex life. She'll never know what we did to
her. She'll never know."
"And is that supposed to make it all right?" she asked him.
"No," he said. "I never said it was right. I never implied it was
right. I simply said that it was impossible to resist."
"But..."
"Look hon," he told her. "I felt just as guilty after the first time I
did this. I swore to myself that I would never do it again. And the
very next day, I did it again. That's how powerful the temptation is.
Right now, while you're sexually satisfied and sore and recovering from
multiple orgasms, it's easy to be appalled by what you did, it's easy
to swear off doing it in the future. But wait until the next time
you're horny and you see someone attractive in front of you and you
KNOW that you can have them, that they can be yours to do with as you
please. Try to remember how you felt when you realized that you could
have Julie."
She was silent for a moment. "It was hard to think of anything else
besides having her," she finally said.
"Yes," he told her. "And it was wrong to do so, I'll agree with that.
But we didn't hurt her, either physically or emotionally. We used her
and then we went away, making her forget all about it. Hell, we
might've even helped her a little with her husband."
"But that doesn't justify..."
"I'm not trying to justify," he interrupted. "That's my point.
Remember what we talked about in her hallway. We use the power and we
enjoy ourselves with it. You agreed with that then. And you enjoyed
what we did with Julie, didn't you?"
"I loved it," she said. "I absolutely loved it."
"And we can do that again and again," he said, "with whomever we want
to."
Another silence as she thought this over. "Just promise me," she said
at last, "that we won't hurt anyone. Promise me that we'll always
remember that we're dealing with human beings and not toys, that we'll
keep an eye on each other. I don't want to become a monster Paul."
"I promise," he told her, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek.
"We'll never hurt anybody."
"I want to use the power with you Paul," she said. "But I don't want
to lose my soul."
"We won't," he told her. "We won't lose our souls."
They held each other tightly, enjoying the closeness of their
nakedness, enjoying the warmth. Soon they fell into sleep. They did
not dream.
And before long their alarm clock sounded, signaling that it was time
to get up and get ready for work. They climbed out of bed slowly,
cautiously, both of them sore. They did not talk much during the first
part of the routine. But after they showered they felt better. They
began to smile at each other once more, to exchange terms of endearment
and affectionate touches.
A brand new day was beginning.
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