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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The Force - Part 3 of *4* - (mf, mff, mc, inc, oral, anal)
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The Force	(mf, mff, mc, inc, oral, anal)

by Dorsai


Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai


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Part 3


The next morning, I woke up neatly sandwiched between Diane and Holly. I was 
(still? again?) flat on my back, with both of them laying on their sides 
facing me, heads resting on my shoulders. They were holding hands on my 
chest, and each had a leg draped across me. I was content to just lay there 
for a while, looking from one to the other, and feeling rather pleased with 
myself at the contented smiles on their faces.

A few minutes later, Holly woke up while I was looking at her. It took her a 
few moments to realize where she was, and how she'd gotten there; but when 
it came back to her, she quickly tilted her head to look up at me - blushing 
slightly when she saw that I was looking at her. I grinned at her, then 
kissed her gently on top of the head before giving her a soft hug. She 
kissed my ribs, then started to move the leg that was laying on top of mine. 
When she did, I saw - and felt - as she tensed briefly.

She looked up at me again when I asked her "Are you okay?", my concern 
obvious in my voice.

"I'm fine, Mike. I'm just a little sore, you know, inside, from last 
night." she answered.

"Sorry?"

She got a bright smile on her face, and assured me "Not even a little bit! I 
think I would have felt something from it, no matter WHO was my first; at 
least with you, it was someone I know I can trust. You were as patient and 
gentle with me as I could have wanted, and you even helped me have *orgasms* 
while you were doing it. I've heard some of the other girls at school 
talking about their first time, and _none_ of them have said anything about 
climaxing their first time."

I gave her another soft hug, and she went on, saying "I mean it, Mike. I 
wanted it to be special, and you made it that way. And not just because 
you're my big brother - or maybe *because* you're my brother. You went out 
of your way to make sure it was special for me - you did everything you 
could to help me, and I appreciate that more than I can ever tell you. I was 
scared that it was going to hurt, or that I was going to do something wrong, 
or make a mistake, or SOMETHING. But you were always there to let me know 
that everything was okay, no matter what I did, or what I was thinking."

Both of us looked over at her when Diane spoke up, saying "It wasn't just 
because he's your brother. He was like that with me, too - the first time, 
and after. That's just the way he *is*."

Holly asked her "How long have you been awake?"

Diane grinned, and answered "For a while now - since before you moved your 
leg. I didn't say or do anything because I didn't want to disturb anyone, 
and it just felt so nice to lay here with both of you."

Holly grinned back, and told her "You're right - it *is* nice to lay here 
like this. And I'd like to do more, too; but I'm not quite ready for 'more', 
yet. But if you want to, go ahead - I like watching, too!", mischievously.

With that, they quit holding hands so that Diane could begin caressing my 
chest as she started gently rubbing my leg with hers. Her touch, and the way 
I felt her nipples hardening into my side, soon had me starting to get erect 
- something that both of them couldn't help noticing. Holly carefully and 
quietly eased herself away from me as Diane extended the reach of her hand 
to include my lower belly, then my inflating penis. When she started gently 
caressing and squeezing it, she raised herself up a bit so that the two of 
us could share a kiss. After our mouths had been in contact a few moments, I 
felt her tongue touching my lips, and readily opened my mouth to her 
explorations - then returned the favor as our tongues gently dueled in each 
other's mouths. 

Diane raised herself even more, exposing one of her breasts to my touch: 
cupping it with my hand, I couldn't help but marvel yet again at how soft, 
yet firm, it was. I softly ran my thumb across her nipple, hearing and 
feeling her moan of pleasure as it hardened even more under my touch.

As we continued to kiss, I continued to gently squeeze and caress the breast 
in my had, delighting in it's smoothness, and how her areolas puckered more 
and more as her arousal increased. For her part, Diane's hand held ample 
evidence of my own pleasure: I was nearly fully erect - hot and heavy in her 
hand as she slowly softly stroked my length.

After another minute or two, I gently guided Diane onto her back, where she 
readily spread her legs for me - happily giving my hand access to the center 
of her womanhood while my mouth took it's place on her breast. Deliberately 
teasing her, I let my finger trace her vaginal cleft *ever* so softly as I 
took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. After only a few strokes 
across her opening, I felt her legs part even more as she lifted her pelvis 
in an effort to make firmer contact with my feather-light touches. Another 
minute, and I heard her release a soft, whimpering moan of frustration when 
I moved my oral attentions to her other breast. Upon hearing that, I let my 
finger dip a little farther into her: letting it slip between her inner lips 
to find her hot, wet opening. As I'd planned, my touch only served to 
increase her arousal, even though I was now letting my finger graze *ever* 
so lightly across her clitoral hood.

Again, it took only a minute or so before she found the increased attention 
as stimulating, but inadequate, as before. By this time, I was switching 
from one breast to the other and back again; licking and sucking on them: 
sides, bottom, top, and nipples - any part of their surface I could reach. 
Her fingers were in my hair even as her pelvis began a slow undulation of 
desire, trying to either capture or escape my teasing finger. By this time, 
I could feel that her labia had fully extended and parted; between them, her 
vaginal opening fairly radiated heat as it released her musky oils for me to 
distribute.

As the time passed and her arousal grew, I heard her breathing slowly change 
to a soft panting; when I heard that, I knew that she was ready for what I 
planned next. Lifting my head, I saw the dark blush of her excitement on her 
face and shoulders. She moaned slightly when she felt me let her nipple snap 
back from my lips; when I didn't move to the other as I had before, she 
opened her eyes to watch as I slowly and gently kissed my way down her 
torso, taking a tortuous route toward my goal: the steaming center of her 
sexuality.

When I finally fastened my lips around her erect clitoris, she gave a soft 
moan of pleasure. A moan that quickly deepened as I began softly fluttering 
my tongue across it, giving her the stimulation she so desperately wanted.

Scanning her, I continued to lick and suck on her clitoris, steadily easing 
her toward release. But when I knew that she was close, I pulled her back 
from the peak by changing my actions. From stimulating her sensitive 
clitoris, I moved to begin licking her engorged and extended labia, licking 
them clean of her abundant oils - savoring their sweet, heady scent and 
flavor. I took my time about my task, carefully working my way closer and 
closer to the source of her nectar. Finally, I was there: dipping my tongue 
*ever* so slightly into her opening, drawing out her liquid essence as 
quickly as she was producing it. Once again, I scanned her as I moved her 
toward her release - and once again, I pulled her back from the brink by 
moving to begin a new series of soft, slow ministrations to her clitoris.

When I did that, I felt something move under me - and a moment later, the 
sweet sensation of a pair of lips wrapping themselves around the head of my 
erect penis. I knew it could only be Holly, and quickly scanned her to find 
out that she suspected what I was trying to do to Diane, and wanted to do 
her part to help me - by making sure that I stayed hard and ready for when I 
finally made love to Diane.

Even as Holly was sliding her lips along my length, I was continuing my 
efforts to lift Diane to the brink of orgasm yet again. This time, as I 
licked and sucked around her clitoris, I let my hands move up to Diane's 
breasts. There I found her nipples hard as little pebbles as they sat atop 
her crinkled areolas, which in turn, capped her smooth breasts, themselves 
almost hard from her deep, intense arousal.

As I let my fingers slowly caress their surface, and flutter across her 
nipples, I could hear Diane's mixed noises of arousal, pleasure, and 
frustration: gasps, moans, panting, even small hiccups passed her lips as 
her hands tightly gripped my forearms as she tried to force my attentions 
where SHE wanted them.

I was too strong for her, even in her impassioned state, and didn't have any 
trouble resisting her efforts. Instead, I continued to focus my attention on 
her clitoris, deliberately taking my time about ratcheting up her excitement 
as slowly as I could. As I did, Holly continued HER efforts - softly sliding 
my erection between her lips, ever careful to keep me aroused, but not 
stimulating me TOO much.

I continued to monitor Diane, so that even when she started making an almost 
continuous whining noise, I knew that she was again getting close to a 
climax. This time, when she got close, I stopped what I was doing - 
completely. When she tried to move her hands down to her crotch, to do it 
herself, I took hold of her arms, preventing her from touching herself. 
Diane and I both heard her deep sob of aroused frustration. When she felt me 
lift myself up slightly, Holly readily released me from her mouth - leaving 
behind a coating of her saliva for use as lubrication.

Diane felt me moving over her, and opened her eyes only when she felt the 
tip of my erection slip between her labia to touch her opening. Her eyes 
held only a deep, wanton gratitude when they locked with mine. A gratitude 
that quickly turned into unbridled joy as she felt me press myself against 
her opening, then slip past the ring of her entrance. I scanned her again, 
then entered her in the way that her own desire told me would make her 
happiest: with a hard thrust of my hips, I buried myself in her in a single 
sudden motion, filling her completely before she fully realized that I'd 
moved. She literally screamed out her pleasure at what I'd done, a single 
deep spasm of release running through her body in response to being so 
suddenly and thoroughly filled.

That single spasm was enough to move her well along the path to a full 
orgasm - but not enough to complete it. After it had passed, she realized 
there wasn't going to be another, and sobbed her frustration - a cry that 
was quickly cut off when she felt me starting to move in her. 
It took only a couple of strokes of my penis in her before she lifted her 
knees nearly to her chest, locking her ankles behind my back - determined 
not to let me escape before she found TOTAL release. The change in her 
position tilted her pelvis up, opening her to me completely so that I was 
able to enter her as deeply as possible.

Monitoring her carefully, I began pistoning in and out of her in long, 
steady strokes. It didn't take me long to find a rhythm that would serve 
both of us: fast enough that it moved me toward my own release while slow 
enough to keep Diane from getting there too far ahead of me.

For the next several minutes, the only noise was the liquid sounds of my 
hardness moving in her, and the slapping of our flesh as our coupling 
continued, accompanied by our labored breathing.

As my scans of Diane showed she was getting closer to her orgasm, I let my 
tempo increase, keeping pace with her. Finally, though, it happened: feeling 
myself slipping over the edge, I pressed myself into her hard and deep as I 
felt the first jet of my semen launch into her. That sensation was enough to 
finally push her over the top, as well, the first wave of her orgasm washed 
over her, cutting off her scream of release. Even as I felt her tightening 
around me, her pelvis began a series of short, rapid thrusting movements as 
she repeatedly impaled herself on me as my spasming penis filled her with my 
seed. She barely had time to draw a breath before another deep wave of 
release forced a high-pitched squeak past her lips. When it passed, she 
managed to draw a deep, ragged breath before groaning as a third, then 
fourth, took her over as the spasming and fluttering of her hot, wet vagina 
drew even more of my juices from me.

Even without scanning her, I knew that her orgasm was deep and long. Only by 
the end of her fifth wave of release, was I completely drained. The 
sensations around my manhood were more than enough to keep me hard inside 
her, though; and as her sixth and seventh spasms passed, I pressed myself 
against her, pushing against her clitoris to draw them out even longer. As 
the eighth left, I felt her ankles unlock from behind me before she lowered 
her legs to the floor. Looking down at her, I could see her all but collapse 
from the drain she'd just been through.

I gently pulled myself free of her, then looked over to where Holly was - 
only to be amazed at the sight she presented. Her eyes glazed, she was 
looking at us with an expression of absolute wonder - even from where I was, 
I could see that her breasts were hard and tight, nipples erect. Her vaginal 
lips were fully extended and clearly parted, glistening with a wetness that 
was matched by trails of her vaginal fluids that had trickled down the 
insides of both of her thighs.

When she realized I was looking at her, she suddenly blinked a couple of 
times, and said "That was the most incredible, the hottest, the *sexiest* 
thing I could ever hope to see. God! It made me *SO* horny!"

I grinned, and said "I can see that!"

She looked down at her breasts, then with a start, leaned forward to examine 
herself between her legs. A moment later, she looked up at me, and said "I 
didn't know I got that hot! Dammit, Mike, now I *need* you!"

"You're not still sore inside?" I asked, worried.

"After seeing _that_?! Hell, no! At least, not enough to matter. Just DO me! 
I don't care if you shoot or not; I don't even care how long you last - I 
just *need* you, inside me!"

With that, she quickly moved to lay down, then spread her legs in open 
invitation. She was so obviously aroused, so enticing, that I couldn't help 
but want to make love to her. I knee-walked over to her, and her lust-filled 
eyes never left my swaying erection. As I moved between her thighs, I told 
her "I'm still wet from Diane, and my cum."

Holly just looked up at me and said "I don't care. Hell, that makes it even 
better! Just put that thing IN me, will you?"

I moved over her, and she didn't hesitate to reach between us to take my 
still-slick penis in her hand and position it between her parted labia. I 
moved a little to get myself in position, but before I could actually move 
to enter her, she hunched her hips up, wrapping herself around me in a 
single motion - and moaning her pleasure as she did.

I followed her down as she let her hips lower again, then eased myself out 
of her. She was incredibly wet, and as tight as she'd been the night before; 
I didn't hesitate to press myself into her again accompanied by her groan of 
satisfaction.

Between the stimulation of her obvious enjoyment, and the feel of her around 
my manhood, I quickly got into the spirit of the situation and began making 
love to her in earnest. To my surprise, it took only a minute or so before 
she orgasmed - her legs quickly wrapped around my waist as she pulled me 
down to fill her as much as possible. Spasm after spasm wracked her young 
body as her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched around me. Even though I'd 
just finished giving everything I had to Diane, I still felt a couple of 
twitches in my penis as it tried to unload nonexistent semen into her.

By the time her orgasm ended, I was feeling a little bit of strain myself, 
and wasn't too terribly unhappy to pull out of her and lay down of the floor 
between her and Diane.

After a few moments, I listened to both of them start to move around before 
I felt them move next to me - pretty much assuming the same positions they'd 
had when we woke up. In one ear, I heard Holly say "Thank you, Michael. That 
was *just* what I needed!", followed by a giggle. A minute later, Diane came 
to life enough to tell me "That was absolutely *incredible*. But don't ever 
do it again, okay?" before releasing heavy sigh of satiation as I gave her a 
small hug of agreement.

We lay like that for probably an hour, or so - not fully awake, but not 
asleep either - happy to be with each other, and *totally* relaxed.

When all of us were completely awake again, and finally motivated enough to 
actually move, we trooped upstairs for another shower. It was a nice, 
loving, comfortable experience for all of us - we all washed and dried each 
other with plenty of kisses and caresses.

When we were done, we decided to go ahead and get dressed. Back downstairs, 
I saw that Holly was feeling a little sore again; Diane was plainly 
completely wrung out. Despite their mild protests, I went into the kitchen 
to make breakfast. By the time I was done, both of them had been drawn into 
the kitchen by the smell of bacon and cheese omelets, hash browns, and 
toasted English muffins. Diane set the table while Holly got us all set up 
with milk and orange juice; by the time they were done, I was too, and 
delivered the plates to the breakfast nook just as they were sitting down.

Breakfast went quickly enough, and when we were done, it didn't take much 
discussion to figure out what to do next: Diane loaded and started the 
dishwasher while Holly and I went about cleaning up the rest of the house - 
paying special attention to the den! - and getting the laundry done so there 
wasn't any evidence that anything special had gone on.

Diane finished first, of course, and had plenty of time to get some of her 
energy back by the time Holly and I were done. While waiting for the clothes 
to finish, we'd sit on the couch with her and the three of us cuddled while 
we watched the different New Years Day parades.

The rest of the time before Mom and Dad got home, we kept ourselves occupied 
pretty much as we always had - TV, videos, videogames, music, and so on. The 
only change was that we spent the second night together in Holly's bed, 
Diane and I neatly sandwiching her.

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The next couple of months went by quickly. Diane came over often enough that 
the two of us found several opportunities to make love with each other; each 
time we did, it seemed like we grew that much closer to each other in the 
process. In between, Holly and I had plenty of chances to expand HER 
horizons, as well. As often as not, one or the other of us would simply take 
the opportunity to get the other one off orally - but if we had the time, 
neither of us was the slightest bit reluctant to do more.

Such was our relationship that when my birthday rolled around in April, I 
was awakened to the sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around my erect 
penis while a *very* talented tongue danced along its underside. Diane 
hadn't spent the night, so I knew that it was Holly applying her 
considerable skills to getting me off - something that didn't take her long, 
at all. Only after I'd sprayed what felt like quarts of my semen down her 
throat did she let my rapidly-softening erection free - and tell me "Happy 
Birthday, Michael!" with a big grin (and a few specks of my cum) on her 
face. It was one HELLUVA Monday morning wakeup call!

That evening, while we had a small birthday 'party' for me, Diane handed me 
a small gift as she whispered "This is just for show, Mike. I'll give you 
your *real* present this weekend!".

The next evening, I was home studying alone; Mom and Dad had gone off to 
some charity event or other while Holly was out on a car date with one of 
the guys from school. I knew who he was, approximately; Charlie Wilkins, a 
guy that had transferred into our school over the Christmas break. Nobody 
knew much else about him, other than there weren't that many guys that 
actually *liked* him - he was something of a bully, and most of us just 
tolerated his arrogance and big mouth. I didn't much care for her going out 
with him, but didn't have anything specific to say against it, either. 
Besides, I figured, if I tried to stop her, she'd just as likely do it 
anyway out of spite or something.

I was half-laying on the couch in the den, reading my Civics homework when I 
heard the front door slam, followed by the sound of what could only be Holly 
rapidly stomping up the stairs. She was back home considerably earlier than 
I'd expected, so I went upstairs to find out what had happened - suspecting 
that I already knew.

I knocked on her door, asking Holly if she was okay. She didn't answer for a 
few moments, and I knocked again - only then did I hear her muffled "Come on 
in, Mike".

I opened the door to her room to find her bent over and rummaging around in 
her closet, dressed only in her panties, throwing things around as her 
shoulders shook in time with what were obviously sobs of anger and 
frustration. I asked her what had happened, and she told me "Charlie 
Wilkins. THAT'S what happened!"

"Let me guess - he got too friendly?"

"Oh, no, he didn't get too friendly!" she told me. As she stood up and 
turned around, I heard her say "He completely went off the deep end is what 
he did!"

When she was finally facing me, my blood ran cold: I could see obvious 
bruises on her breasts - and more on her thighs, between her legs.

I barely had time to take all that in before she ran into my arms, openly 
crying. It broke my heart to see her like that - not just bruised, but so 
obviously hurt and traumatized by whatever had happened. I held her there in 
my arms for several minutes while she cried it out of her system.

When she'd finally cried out her hurt and anger and frustration, I managed 
to get her to sit with me on the edge of her bed. Once there, it didn't take 
much to get her to tell me what had happened.

"It started off okay enough, for a first date.", she told me. "I mean, you 
saw him in the den when he picked me up and everything, right?"

I nodded, and she went on "Well, after we left here, he asked me if I wanted 
a burger or anything. I agreed, and he took us to the Burger Barn" - a 
common enough place for our school - "and was as nice as he could be; I mean 
we sat there talking to each other real nice and everything. After that, we 
got back in his car, and he told me that we were going to that new horror 
movie that's out. I told him I didn't think that I wanted to see it - I 
thought it would be too gross. He tried to talk me into going anyway, but I 
*really* didn't want to see it. He got kind of mad, and said that he was 
halfway tempted to see it anyway; I told him that was fine - but that *I* 
wouldn't be with him. Then he got even madder, and said that there wasn't 
anything else on that he wanted to see. I told him I was sorry, but that I 
just didn't like those gory kind of movies. He seemed to calm down a little 
bit, and we just drove around for a while. Finally, he seemed to make up his 
mind about something, and a couple minutes later, I saw that he was pulling 
us into Thompson Park. I thought he might want to just sit and talk, so I 
didn't say anything about it. But when he pulled into that parking area - 
you know, the one with all the bushes around it? - I got kind of nervous. 
But he didn't try anything right away. He just turned around a little bit to 
face me, and started talking to me - telling me about how good he was at 
sports, and how many girlfriends he had at his old school. When he started 
that, I decided right then that this was going to be my ONLY date with him, 
but I kept listening to him; you know, to be polite and everything."

"Then, all of a sudden, he leaned over, and kissed me! I pushed him back, 
and told him I didn't kiss _anybody_ on a first date. He got  mad again, and 
in this really mean voice, told me that that was fine with him - we could 
just move on to the next step. I asked him what he meant, and he leaned over 
again and put his hand on my breast; over my blouse. I pushed his hand away, 
and said that I didn't do *that* either. He got even madder, and told me 
that I was a cock-teaser - but that he didn't play that game, and grabbed my 
breast again. I slapped him, and he got even madder before he told me that 
he didn't go out on dates without 'getting some'. I told him he wasn't 
'getting some' from ME, and started to get out of the car, but he grabbed my 
arm and pulled me back in, saying that we'd just see about that.

"I tried to push him away, but he was bigger and stronger than I am, and he 
got on top of me. He kept grabbing my breasts *really* hard - it hurt a 
_lot_ - while he tried to kiss me. I kept turning my head away from him, so 
he finally gave up, and started trying to push my legs apart. I finally saw 
my chance, and kneed him; while he was gasping and holding himself, I jumped 
out of the car and ran toward a gas station I could see. When I got there, 
the guy asked me if I needed him to call the cops, and I told him no, but 
that if he'd call me a cab, I'd appreciate it. He did, and when it showed 
up, I took it back here. You know the rest."

By the time she finished her story, I was ready to hunt down Charlie 
Wilkins, and solve his sore balls problem - by cutting them off, slowly, and 
with a dull knife. Holly could see in my face that I was mad (!!), and 
grabbed my arm, telling me "Mike, don't!"

"Don't what?" I asked.

"Don't go after him. If you do anything to him, YOU'LL get into trouble, 
too. Maybe not as much, but it will still mess up your graduation."

I thought it over a few moments, and realized that I could take care of the 
bastard without laying a hand on him. I must have gotten some kind of grin 
on my face, because Holly asked me "What? Why are you smiling like that? 
You're scaring me."

I looked at her, and said "I'm going to take care of Charlie. He won't 
bother you, or anyone else, again."

"Michael, *don't touch him*! I mean it! If you do anything, YOU'LL just get 
into trouble too!"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to lay a finger on him - I'm just going to 
*talk* to him."

She looked at me, doubtfully, but didn't say anything - she knew that I 
wouldn't lie to her. But she also knew that I was damned well going to take 
care of Charlie, too - and she didn't have the slightest idea of how I was 
going to do it.

The next day at school, lunchtime couldn't come early enough for me. But the 
bell finally rang, and I was free to do what I wanted to do more than 
anything else in the world: take Charlie Wilkins out of the picture 
_forever_.

One of his few friends must have told him that I wouldn't be happy; when he 
saw me walking toward him, he looked ready to fight. He had a couple of his 
friends with him, and when some of MY friends saw me heading for him, they 
came over, too.  When I was standing in front of him, Charlie looked down at 
me (he was a couple inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than me), 
and asked "What? You got a problem, dickweed?"

"Not me, Charlie. You're the one with the problem. You hurt my sister last 
night. PHYSICALLY hurt her, even after she told you 'no' more than once. 
That's not a nice thing to do, Charlie."

He laughed, and said "So what are YOU gonna do about it, Mikey? Kick my 
ass?", before laughing again.

"Nope. If you'll just step over a little ways" - I gestured toward a tree a 
few yards away - "so we're alone, I just want to talk to you, and explain a 
few things."

His buddies laughed when he said "OOOOOOO! Gonna tell me what a _bad_ _boy_ 
I was, and hurt my feelings?"

"Sort of. You afraid of that, Charlie?"

I could see him start to get mad, and took a couple of steps in the 
direction of the tree, and looked back at him. I knew he couldn't afford NOT 
to do it, and wasn't surprised when he followed me a few seconds later.

When we were close to the tree, we stopped, and I moved a little bit so that 
we were generally face-to-face; but with me off to the side a little, so 
that everyone could see the front of him fully. My back was toward them; 
they couldn't see what I was saying or doing.

I looked up at him, and said "Charlie, you really pissed me off, you know 
that?"

He just grinned at me, and I went on "I'll bet you've hurt a few other 
girls, too, haven't you?"

"Yeah, maybe. So?"

"That's not a nice thing to do, Charlie. Real anti-social, in fact."

"Tough shit, dickweed. I take a girl out and spend money on her, she comes 
across, one way or another."

"Well, Charlie, that's not how it's going to work any more."

He laughed, and said "What, you think I'm gonna stop just because YOU say I 
should?"

"As a matter of fact, I do, Charlie", I answered - before opening the spigot 
to The Force farther than I ever had before, and projecting enough of it 
into his mind that I literally took it over before he could even *blink*.

I was pissed. I was more than pissed. I was so far beyond pissed that it was 
ridiculous. But I was also in control. Of myself, and of Charlie. I could 
see it in his eyes: he was absolutely terrified. He *knew* it was me doing 
it to him, and that there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

I started to do something that I'd never done before. Despite my resolve to 
never do anything that might draw attention to what I could do, this 
shithead had hurt *Holly* - and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. 
Instead of trying to hurt him physically, I deliberately went about trashing 
his mind, instead. Not by making him senile or crazy or anything like that; 
instead, I read some of his memories, and found a couple of other girls that 
he'd hurt the way he had Holly. Using the information in HIS mind, I was 
able to find _them_, too - and quickly pull from their minds what THEY had 
felt like. I literally REMOVED their memories of the events from them - they 
would never again suffer the pain and fear of what they'd been through. And 
I took those memories, and put them into CHARLIE'S mind: _making_ him 
experience what he'd done to them from THEIR point of view. And I fused 
those memories into his mind, making them a permanent part of him. He would 
always know what he'd done to them as THEY had experienced it - he wouldn't 
be able to forget it any more than they had.

While I was doing it, I kept talking to him, saying "Now, Charlie, you know 
what it's like - you're helpless, and there isn't a damn thing you can do to 
stop me. You've always used your SIZE to control girls and get your way. Now 
I'm using my MIND to do the same thing to you. Like it? No? Then maybe 
you'll understand what it's been like for the girls that you've taken out. 
Oh, you think you're a *man*, and that makes it okay? Well surprise, 
Charlie: you're not a _man_, you're an oversized lump of SHIT. *I'm* a MAN: 
I respect people and treat them nice - at least, until they show me that 
they don't deserve it, like you have.

"Here, Charlie: here's what Eileen was feeling when you raped her in your 
dad's car that night. Oh, don't like it? Too bad - if it's okay for you to 
'get some' from her because your body is bigger and stronger, then it's okay 
for ME to do this to YOU because my MIND is bigger and stronger. Wait a 
minute, Charlie - we're not done yet. Here are Stephanie's memories, too - 
she gave in, so you didn't hurt her as much, but doesn't change the fact 
that she didn't want to. What, you don't like having to live with how she 
felt after you were done? Tough shit. You pushed what SHE wanted out of the 
way, so I'm pushing what YOU want out of the way. If it's okay for you to 
use your bigger body to get what YOU want, then it's okay for me to use my 
bigger MIND to get what *I* want, right?"

By this time, I could see the fear and desperation in his eyes. I told him 
"Charlie, you've been a bad, BAD boy. But I promised Holly that I wasn't 
going to touch you. Funny, isn't it? I can pay you back for her, and all the 
others, without laying as much as a finger on you. I can hurt you as much as 
you hurt them, all without mussing a single hair on your pointy head. No? 
You don't think it's funny? Well, too bad, Charlie. You fucked up, and now 
you're paying the price. You've got those memories, now - you KNOW what you 
did, and you KNOW it was wrong. And you're going to have to live with it the 
rest of your life. Because I put those memories in there for KEEPS. The last 
thing in your mind before you die will be the memory of what you did to 
Eileen, and Stephanie."

"Oh, now Charlie, that wasn't very nice! Thinking that if you kicked my ass 
or something, this would all fade away. Now, really, Charlie! Don't you 
think that if I could get inside your head as fast as I did a minute ago, I 
couldn't do it again? And that if you were trying to hurt me, I might not be 
as NICE as I have been? Do you suppose that if you were to even *pretend* to 
hit me, I might not make your balls blow up? Don't you think that I could 
make your DICK fall off if you even THOUGHT about hurting me, or anyone I 
care about? That's it, Charlie: be afraid. I want you to KNOW that I can do 
anything I want to you, any time I want, any WHERE I want. Oh, you don't 
believe it? How about this, Charlie, you pathetic excuse for a human being: 
I'm going to make you wet your pants. Yup, that's what I'm going to do, just 
to PROVE to you that I can do anything I want to you."

And I did. I reached into his mind, and found the spot that controlled his 
bladder - and *touched* it. I could hear the people behind me gasp, then 
snicker, as a large wet spot developed on the front of Charlie's pants.

"Now you believe, don't you Charlie? Yeah, I can see that you do. Good. Oh, 
that's not a good idea, Charlie. Really, now - who's going to believe that I 
somehow got into your head and MADE you do stuff? Who's going to believe 
that I could MAKE you do _anything_? I mean, really: here I am, shorter and 
smaller than you are, and *I'm* _forcing_ you? Who would believe that for 
even a second, Charlie? Shucks, I'm not anywhere near you, much less 
actually touching you. Yeah, that's a good boy - just keep your big mouth 
shut, and take it. That's way better than looking even stupider than you 
already are, isn't it? Sure it is.

"Oh, and Charlie? As fucked up as you are, I know that you might get it into 
your feeble little mind to try and take this out on someone. That wouldn't 
be a good idea, Charlie. You see, now I know you. I can find you - your mind 
- any time I want. I can stop in and have a look at it whenever the mood 
strikes me. You're MINE, now, Charlie. And if I look in on you, Charlie, and 
find out that you haven't been a good boy? Well, I just might get it into my 
head to *punish* you for a little while. Maybe a bad case of the farts every 
time you get within 3 feet of *anybody*. Or maybe you'll just throw up on 
any girl that talks to you. How about this: a case of blue balls that lasts 
the rest of your life. No? Then _behave_ yourself, Charlie. 

"Now get the fuck away from me before I decide that I *really* don't like 
you!"

With that, I pulled out of his mind - and watched him start to cry with 
relief. I stepped aside for him, but he still moved well away from me as he 
made his way back to where his friends were - then continuing past them, his 
shoulders hunched in shame and fear.

I walked back to where the rest of them were, and told his buddies "Nobody 
hurts my sister - NOBODY. If she says no, she means no, and that's the end 
of it. Anybody else that doesn't understand that is going to think Charlie 
had it easy. Got it?"

They nodded solemnly, fear in their eyes, before beating a hasty retreat. My 
friends stood there, looking at me, before Sam - one of the guys on the 
baseball team - asked "What the HELL did you say to him, Mike?"

"Just pointed out the error of his ways, is all. Gave him a different 
perspective, kind of." I said, casually. He didn't believe it any more than 
any of the others - but like them, he didn't want to push it after seeing 
what I'd done with Charlie.

Word of what happened spread quickly. It wasn't two days before every girl 
in school knew about Charlie: what he was like, and what happened to him. 
Along the way, he lost every one of the people that had dared call him 
'friend' - when he walked through the halls, it was like there was an 
invisible zone around him that no one would enter - either from disgust at 
him, embarrassment for him, or fear about him.

Word of who had done it to him spread even more quickly - and the girls that 
I'd gone out with took the opportunity to tell any of their friends that 
would listen that *I* was just the opposite of Charlie, and how much fun 
they had on dates with ME. The net result of that was that I had several 
girls come up and ask ME for dates, instead of the other way around. I 
accepted a few, politely and gently refusing the rest - always careful to 
leave the girl with the knowledge that it wasn't anything about HER that 
made me decline, so they didn't have any hurt feelings.

The few times Charlie and I saw each other, he visibly cringed at the sight 
of me, and quickly moved away. The school principal, and several of the 
teachers, were aware that something had happened between us - but there were 
simply too many people ready to verify that there hadn't been ANY physical 
contact of ANY kind between us for them to follow up on it. All they could 
do was watch us as we went about our daily activities.

Friday night, as promised, Diane came over to spend the night with Holly. 
Dad was scheduled for another charity golf thing the next day, so that meant 
that he and Mom would be gone all Saturday morning, and a fair part of the 
afternoon.

I wasn't all *that* surprised to wake up Saturday morning and find Diane in 
bed and under the covers with me - straddling my hips as she lay on top of 
me, watching me as I slept.

When she saw that my eyes were open, she gave me a big grin, and wiggled 
herself against my erection - the end of which was brushing against her 
vaginal opening.

"Holly's still asleep; I told her last night that I was going to give you 
your *real* birthday present this morning, so even if she wakes up, she'll 
give us some privacy." Diane told me, still grinning.

"And just what might that present *be*?" I asked, suspiciously.

"I'm going to let you make love to me..." - I raised an eyebrow in question 
before she finished by saying - "in my butt."

Seeing the look of surprise (!!) on my face, she added "When we've made love 
before, sometimes you've playing with me, you know, *there*; you even put 
your finger in me a couple of times. It _always_ felt weird, but a few 
times, it felt pretty good, too. I got to thinking about it, and decided 
that I'd like to try it at least ONCE, just to see what it's like. I figured 
you would probably like to try it too, so I thought I'd give myself to you 
that way for a birthday present!"

I couldn't help it - my dick twitched at the idea of what Diane was 
offering. She felt it, too, and the grin on her face just got that much 
bigger as her eyes brightened. She wiggled back against me again, and said 
"I'm going to take that to mean you _want_ my present!" before giggling.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like that. But only if you do - I mean, only if you're sure. 
I don't want to _hurt_ you or anything!" I told her.

"Oh, no, you're not going to hurt me. If it starts to hurt, I'll tell you, 
that's for darn sure! I know you'll stop if it does, Mike - that's why I 
want to do it with YOU first."

I looked at her again, then scanned her, just to make *sure* she was really 
doing this because she *wanted* to. As much as the idea of burying myself 
between her cute ass cheeks turned me on, I wasn't about to do it if she was 
only making the offer because she thought _I_ wanted to do it. But my scan 
of her revealed that she really did want to try it - she'd been thinking 
about it for quite some time, and it got her juices flowing every time she 
did. I even found that she'd thought it through pretty carefully, and had 
done everything she could think of to get ready for this morning: her bowels 
were empty, and she'd brought along some lubricant.

I put my arms around her and pulled her up toward my head so I could kiss 
her; she welcomed it, opening her mouth so our tongues could take turns 
dancing in each other's mouths. When they did, I could feel the hard nubbins 
of her nipples pressing into my chest; as the kiss continued, Diane started 
hunching her pelvis against me.

As our kisses continued, I let my hands start roaming across her body. 
Shoulders to sides to waist, neck to hips, the swells of her breasts, her 
thighs - all were subject to my touch. And touch them I did, letting my 
fingers trace across the warm unblemished smoothness of her skin anywhere I 
could reach her. Over the next few minutes, both of us experienced a steady 
increase in our arousal.

Only when both of us were gasping from our passion and excitement did we 
manage to bring and end to our kisses. Diane raised up, holding herself over 
me with her arms; I quickly took advantage of the space between us by moving 
my hands to cover her breasts. Even as I felt their firm, spongy mass in my 
hands, I couldn't help but marvel yet again at their firm - yet soft - 
smoothness. Since I'd first seen them that day out by the pool, Diane's 
breasts had grown right along with the rest of her: her dark nipples and 
areolas still capped the rounded half-globes of her pale bust. On a whim, I 
went into her mind, and carefully prodded her memory; quickly enough, the 
information I was after became available to me: she was happy with, but not 
excessively proud of, her 32B-22-32 figure. At 5'-4" and 116 pounds, she 
figured she looked fine for being nearly 17 years old - I could only smile 
to myself in agreement.

I gently squeezed her breasts a few moments before cupping them in my hands; 
then ran my thumbs over her protruding nipples, causing them to extend even 
farther. On another whim, I lifted my head to get an even closer look at 
them - delighted at the chance to SEE, as I never had before, the convoluted 
surface of her crinkled areolas, and how her pencil-diameter nipples grew 
from them. From one to the other, and back again, I let my gaze travel 
across these obvious signs of her femaleness.

Only when I knew that I would NEVER forget the look of them did I allow 
myself to proceed: extending my tongue, I let it slide - slowly and gently - 
across first one breast, then the other. I listened to Diane's gasp as I did 
it, and watched as first one, then the other, of her breasts became even 
more pointed.

After repeating my actions a couple of times, I couldn't resist any longer; 
and took the end of one of her breasts into my mouth, nursing at as though I 
were a hungry child. My reward was a deep-throated moan of pleasure from her 
before she let her head drop far enough to begin kissing my forehead and 
hair as she softly panted her arousal.

Even as I was suckling at one breast, I was using my hand to softly caress 
and squeeze the other. When I'd had my fill of the one breast, I readily 
moved my oral attentions to the other, giving my hand freedom to do to the 
one I'd just left what I'd been doing to it's mate.

For the next several minutes, I toggled between them, softly stroking and 
fondling whichever one of her mammaries wasn't between my lips. When I felt 
her pressing herself back against my erection, where it was wedged between 
her labia, I let my hand fall from her breast - so that I could use both of 
them to begin softly, slowly stroking her body. From her shoulders, I traced 
a path down her back, then onto her sides (careful not to tickle her), then 
on to her hips. From those, it was down the insides of her thighs - where I 
could reach them - then back up along the sides, and curving around to cup 
and squeeze the delightful globes of her firm, round ass cheeks. A few 
times, I even dared to dip between them, and let my fingertips trace lightly 
over the pucker of her anus; each time I did, I heard her gasp softly as she 
arched her back in welcome to my touch.

As I was doing this, she steadily increased the pressure she was applying to 
the head of my erection; a quick scan of her told me that she wanted to feel 
me inside her.

I let my hands drift to a stop on her hips, then released her left nipple 
from my mouth. She released a soft groan of disappointment, and lifted her 
head to look down at me. I smiled up at her, and said "How about if you let 
me scoot back a little, so I can rest against the headboard? Then you can 
get me inside, and I can pick up where I left off?"

She quickly nodded her agreement, and she lifted herself up enough to let me 
pile the pillows up behind me, then slide up to rest against them. After 
only minor adjustment on her part, she was satisfied that she could get me 
inside. That settled, I promptly went back to what I'd been doing: sucking 
on first one breast, then the other, and back again. With the change of 
position, I had better access to her body, and was able to expand my efforts 
to include not just the ends of her breasts, but almost their entire surface 
- something that pleased her tremendously.

My hands again tracing the delightful curves of her body, she resumed her 
rocking motions on my 'lap'. She'd positioned herself with the head of my 
erection firmly in place between her labia; so that with each backward press 
of her body, she was slowly impaling herself on my penis - I was filling her 
a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. I knew she wasn't having any problems 
taking me inside: I could feel the damp spot on my lower belly that told me 
she was fully aroused, and even leaking some of her sexual oils.

It took several minutes, but she was finally able to get herself completely 
wrapped around my now-throbbing erection. With her goal reached, I felt her 
moving over me, and a moment later, felt her hand move to between her 
thighs. That was followed a moment later by a low moan of pleasure as she 
started playing with her clitoris.

Satisfied with her position, Diane resumed her rocking motion - but this 
time, the idea was to slowly slide herself up and down me for perhaps a 
quarter of my length. I scanned her, and found that she actually had a 
reason for what she was doing: it was her intention to use what she was 
doing to get herself thoroughly aroused, and thus, even more relaxed in 
preparation for what she *really* wanted. She also planned to stop what she 
was doing if it looked like I was going to climax. Her thinking was that if 
she stopped me before then, I'd not only be able to enter her anus sooner, 
but last long enough for her once I was there. It seemed pretty reasonable 
to me, too, so I went along with it by gradually increasing how often I'd 
let my fingers slide between her ass cheeks, and the pressure I applied as I 
let them slide across her rectum.

Between her self-stimulations, and what *I* was doing to her, it didn't take 
long before Diane found herself well along the way toward orgasm. I was 
feeling pretty good, myself, but wasn't anywhere near unloading in her. So 
we continued like that for several more minutes, Diane's excitement 
increasing much faster than mine - until, finally, I felt her clamp down on 
me as she orgasmed. When she did, I quickly moved my hand down so that I 
could use my finger to press against her anus in time with the spasms 
washing through her as I continued sucking on the nipple I had in my mouth. 
The feeling of her tight, wet vagina clasping and fluttering around my penis 
was incredible; I could only imagine and dream about what her nether hole 
would feel like. I have to admit to feeling relieved as the sensations she 
was creating began to subside - if they'd gone on much longer, I would have 
filled her with my seed, and spoiled her plan.

As her orgasm tapered off, Diane eventually pulled back from me a little 
way. When I let go of her, she quickly moved toward me again, placing her 
lips on mine for a wonderfully sensual, loving kiss before sitting upright 
again. Only then did she open her mouth to speak to me, saying "That was 
*incredible* - especially when you started using your finger to, uh, _push_ 
on me.", with a grin.

I smiled back, and said "I'm glad you enjoyed it - I've been having plenty 
of fun, too, thanks to you."

She felt that I was still hard and inside her; when she started to move, I 
told her "Uh, I think you better hold still for a little bit, unless you 
want to wait a while to give me my 'present'".

She looked at me questioningly, and I explained "What you were doing was 
feeling pretty good, and it got even better when you came. I'm pretty close 
right now, and every time you move around like that, I get a little closer."

She immediately held her body still, but lifted her arms so that she could 
rest her wrists on my shoulders as I cupped her breasts. Looking into my 
eyes, she told me "Thanks for letting me know. I, uh, I was thinking that if 
you stopped before you shot, it wouldn't take you so long to be ready to, 
um, put it in my butt."

"That's fine." I replied.

"You don't mind waiting? To climax, I mean?"

"Nope. If you're as much fun *there* as you have been everywhere else, I 
want to enjoy it for as long as I can!"

She blushed slightly, and said "I was kind of thinking the same thing - that 
if you didn't actually shoot, you'd last longer the other way."

By this time, I had been able to kind of 'pull back' a bit, and knew that I 
wasn't going to climax any time soon. I told her "If there's anything you 
have to do, I think I'll be ready to go on in a minute or two."

She blushed a little again, and said "I, uh, took care of making sure I was 
ready earlier. I think the only thing we need to do is use the lubrication I 
brought."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Whenever you're ready, then."

She smiled at me, and used my shoulders to steady herself as she got her 
legs underneath her, then slowly get up onto her knees. I got onto my knees 
then, too. While I was doing that, she reached over to the towel that was 
laying off to the side, and reached under it to pull out a bottle of 
petroleum jelly. She started to hand it to me, saying "I think we need to, 
um, use this, right?"

"I expect so. I'll do yours if you'll do mine!", I teased.

She grinned at me, opened the bottle, and scooped out some of it onto a 
couple of her fingers. Handing the bottle to me, she reached out for my 
still-glistening erection and said "From the look of it, you don't need much 
of this!"

I collected my own dollop of the stuff, and answered "Maybe not - but do you 
want to take the chance?"

She grinned, blushed, and said "Not on your life!" before taking me into her 
hand and starting to smear the stuff along my length. A minute or so later, 
satisfied with her handiwork, she turned me loose and grabbed the towel to 
clean the excess off her hands. That done, she turned away from me and 
lowered herself to her hands and knees.

I couldn't help admiring the globes of her ass; only when she looked over 
her shoulder at me and asked "Well?" did I move behind her.

With the glob of petroleum jelly in one hand, I only had one free to try and 
separate her cheeks so I could apply it. I made a few tries at it, but it 
never quite seemed to be a good combination. Seeming to realize the problem, 
Diane lowered her shoulders to the bed, then reached behind herself. A hand 
on each cheek, she readily spread them for me, giving me free access to - 
and a clear view of - her most intimate place. Again, I had to admire the 
scene before me for a few seconds before reaching out to apply the 
lubricant. I made sure to not only spread it around the rosette of her anus, 
but pushed some of it inside her, as well. As I was doing all this, I could 
see her labia becoming longer and darker with her arousal, and a few 
dewdrops of her natural oils appearing between them. Clearly, she was 
aroused by the thought of what we were about to do.

Finally satisfied that things would be as easy as possible for BOTH of us, I 
cleaned my hand off with the towel she'd brought. Only then did I move the 
last few inches forward, getting myself into position to take this last of 
her treasures.

I positioned the head of my penis against the pucker of her rectum as she 
continued to hold herself open for me. I asked her "Diane, are you *sure* 
you want to do this?"

"Yes, Mike, I'm sure. But thanks for asking.", she answered, pleased by my 
question.

Holding myself in place with one hand, I put the other on her hip to steady 
myself as I gently pressed forward. I could see it as my efforts pushed the 
ring of her anus inward, but it wasn't enough to get me THROUGH - I was 
simply too reluctant to risk actually hurting her. I eased up for a moment, 
then tried again, with a little more pressure; still without success.

Diane, recognizing the problem, told me "Mike, it's okay. I *want* you to do 
this. If it starts to hurt or anything, I *promise* I'll tell you."

Reassured that she really did want it to happen, I realized that I could do 
what I'd done the first time I'd deflowered her: simply scan her, 
continuously, so that I'd know if/when I was hurting her. With that in mind, 
I took a deep breath, got into her mind, and started pressing myself against 
her.

 From her mind, I knew that it was uncomfortable for her, but not painful. 
Pressing harder didn't hurt her, either; though it DID increase her 
discomfort - and surprisingly, her arousal. More pressure, and I could feel 
- from her mind - as she started to open up to me. A little more, and 
suddenly, I was through: the head of my erection popped through her opening, 
even as she clamped down around me.

I heard her gasp, and immediately stopped, happy to discover that she wasn't 
in any pain - only surprised and slightly discomforted by the suddenness of 
it. She released her hold on her buttocks, and grabbed a double handful of 
my bed covers as she told me "That's it - just hold still for bit. Jeez, is 
that your dick, or did you slip your arm into me when I wasn't looking?!"

I couldn't resist the temptation, and stuck both arms over to where she 
could see them, waving my hands in the air. She gave a gasping giggle, and 
said "Okay, okay. I don't know if I feel any better knowing that, or not!", 
with a grin.

I grinned back, and said "Well, the question DID do wonders for my ego, 
though!", earning myself smile.

After a few moments, I could feel her starting to relax around me. Another 
scan of her, and I knew that she still wasn't feeling any pain - and 
actually starting to adjust to it. About that time, she told me "I'm getting 
used to it, now. Just take it slow, okay?"

"Whatever you say", I reassured her.

Still, I waited a little longer before putting my hands on her hips, then 
pressing myself into her - *slowly*, as she'd asked. I scanned her as I did, 
learning that she had decided that the worst was over: once I was inside 
her, the rest of me was pretty much the same size, so she wasn't being 
stretched any farther. By the time I got about halfway into her, my scan 
revealed that not only was she relaxed about having me inside her that way, 
but was actually starting to ENJOY it: as she'd gotten used to my presence 
in her, the feeling of having me fill her so completely as I entered her 
farther and farther was arousing her.

Soon enough, the deed was done: both of us felt it as her sphincter met the 
base of my penis; my pelvis wedged into the juncture of her ass cheeks while 
my balls softly kissed her wet and extended labia. I was inside her most 
intimate place, completely and fully.

With my pubic hair brushing against the tight ring of her anus, I held 
myself steady inside her - ready to give her as much time as she needed 
before I began to make *active* love to her.

After I'd been inside her for a few moments, Diane took a deep breath, then 
releasing it in a low moan of pleasure and arousal. I felt her relax around 
me even more as she said "Oh, GOD, that feels weird! But it feels *so* 
_good_, too!"

A few moments later, she told me "Go ahead and pull out a little bit, then 
back in again - but slow, okay?"

Holding her hips steady, I carefully - SLOWLY - eased myself back, letting 
perhaps half my length slide out of her tight opening. I waited a few 
seconds, and then - just as patiently - pressed myself back into her.

I felt her shudder as I did, and quickly scanned her - only to discover that 
the sensation of having me fill her again was nearly overloading her with 
pleasure. Knowing that not only was she not feeling any pain, but was 
actually *enjoying* what I was doing, I didn't hesitate to do it again. And 
again. And again.

Each time I did, I sped up my actions *ever* so slightly. After a couple of 
minutes, I was pistoning in and out of her incredibly hot and tight anus in 
a smooth, steady rhythm - a rhythm that her moans and gasps told me was as 
pleasing and satisfying to her as it was to me.

The next few minutes were incredible - Diane had finally managed to raise 
her body up, supporting with her arms. That left her breasts to sway gently 
in time with my thrusts into her. The sight of it fascinated me, and I 
couldn't help but lean over her a bit so I could take them into my hands. 
When I did, I felt her nipples dragging across my palms as the weight of her 
mammaries shifted in time with my thrusting; and I felt them harden even 
more at the contact.

I scanned her again, and found that the feeling of having my erection 
sliding in and out of her - filling, then emptying, her most intimate place 
- was steadily moving her toward an orgasm. The problem was that *I* was 
moving closer to it faster than she was: the feeling of her bowels being 
wrapped around my hard member, and KNOWING where I was in her, was having 
too much of an effect on ME. I knew that if something didn't happen, I was 
going to empty my balls in her before she got HER release, too. As good as 
it felt to be buried in her that way; I wanted her to get the ultimate 
pleasure from it so that she'd be more willing to do it again.

As I continued thrusting into her, I tried to figure out a way to delay my 
own release without it being too obvious. A few moments later, I got an 
idea, and quickly went about implementing it.

Entering Diane's mind, I carefully planted a thought: that as nice as what I 
was doing to her FELT, it might be just as erotic to SEE it. That done, I 
continued to monitor her; taking every opportunity to bring the idea up 
again and again. In short order, she spoke up, telling me "Mike! I want to 
see - you know, *us*."

"I think we can do that."

"How?"

"You get on your back. I'm between your legs. All you have to do is lift 
your legs some more, and you should be able to see."

She thought a moment, and then quickly agreed to my suggestion. I released 
her breasts where I was cupping them in my hands, and took hold of her hips. 
Holding her steady, I slowly eased my hips back to slide myself free of her 
clenching rosette. With a barely audible 'pop', the head of my penis pulled 
free of her; she quickly moved to lay on the bed, then rolled onto her back. 
Looking up at me, she spread her legs in invitation before raising her knees 
nearly to her chest.

Looking down at her, I said "You're still going to have to hunch your back a 
lot to see. You'll probably want a couple of pillows to help keep you 
comfortable." I was after ever second of delay I could get.

She nodded her understanding, and let her legs drop as she quickly grabbed 
the pillows to stack them under her shoulders. That accomplished, her knees 
resumed their previous position. I moved between her legs and leaned forward 
to put my hands on the bed on either side of her. She put her hands behind 
her knees and pulled them even higher, nearly to her shoulders. She released 
her legs, letting them rest against my arms. After only a little adjustment, 
we were ready: taking hold of myself with one hand, I positioned the head of 
my erection against the dark pink ring of her rectum. A quick glance at 
showed that her eyes were locked on where we were touching. I scanned her to 
find out that she was _more_ than ready for what came next; indeed, she was 
looking forward to it.

I looked down between us and let my weight push my penis against her anus - 
and watched as it easily popped through, allowing the rest of my erection to 
follow it. As this was happening, I could hear Diane grunt as I entered her 
again, followed by her moan of pleasure as she simultaneously felt and 
*watched* what was happening to her.

When I was again filling her, Diane looked up at me, saying "Oh, *god*, that 
was so sexy! I mean, I could _watch_ what you were doing at the same time I 
was actually FEELING it. It was just *so* incredible!"

"I'm glad you liked it" I told her, before lowering my head to kiss her. Our 
kiss continued for nearly a minute, ending only when I couldn't resist the 
temptation to flex my erection inside her. When I did, she broke our kiss to 
gasp, and then tell me "That was such a turn-on, but I want MORE now."

Having had enough time that my excitement had tapered off a bit, I was ready 
to pick up where I'd left off - and slowly eased myself out of her until 
only the head was inside her sphincter. Our eyes stayed locked on each other 
as I let my weight push me back inside her until I felt my balls grazing her 
skin. 

Over the next couple of minutes, I again gradually ratcheted up the speed of 
my strokes. Finally, I was again in the same tempo that I'd been in before. 
It wasn't much longer before Diane started hunching herself up toward me; 
her body welcoming my invading member as I plundered her most private place. 
When she did, I scanned her, and found that she was getting even more 
excited this time than she had before: being able to _watch_ as I filled and 
emptied her back channel was as stimulating to her as the act itself. So 
much so that I began to feel a change in the way I was entering her - and 
when I looked down to see what was causing it, saw that she was lubricating 
so much that there was a small overflow that was trickling down to where we 
were joined; mixing with the lubrication we'd applied.

I scanned her a few times, and realized that I could speed up my actions a 
bit - she was moving more quickly toward her release than she had been 
before. I gradually increased the pace of my actions, carefully monitoring 
her to make sure that I wasn't hurting her, or moving her too quickly to her 
orgasm. I was safe on both counts, and the increased pressure and motion 
helped get me moving toward my own release.

Finally, we found ourselves on the 'home stretch': even as I felt my balls 
tighten up, I scanned Diane to find that she was on the verge of release 
herself, needing only some undefined trigger to make it happen. A dozen 
strokes into her, and I was close; a dozen more, and I was there - I felt my 
penis throb as the first spurt of my cum jetted out the end to begin 
flooding her bowels. That seemed to be all Diane needed to push her over the 
edge, as well: even as I felt myself tighten up to do it again, I felt her 
anus clamp down on me as her entire body went rigid. I nearly didn't get the 
second load into her: she was so tight around me that I could barely past 
the tight ring of her anus. It was only by pushing myself as far into her as 
I could that I was able to get enough of my erection into her to let it 
happen - and that added penetration of her only seemed to make her orgasm 
more intense.

As I was filling her dark passage with my semen, Diane was gasping and 
groaning with her release; I felt a slight warmth across my balls as the 
spasming in her vagina pushed her essences out to saturate our pubic hair. I 
could see her eyes roll back into her head as wave after wave of her orgasm 
washed over her, in counterpoint to the wads of my semen washing across her 
bowels.

I stayed inside Diane for as long as I could, even after my own climax had 
ended. She experienced a few more spasms, but they gradually faded out. I 
stayed above her, holding her, until my penis finally softened enough that 
the pressure of her rectum pushed it out. When that happened, I released 
first one then the other of her legs to guide them to the bed. Next, I eased 
myself back a little, to let her pelvis relax as well. As Diane slowly got 
her breath back, I moved next to her, and then gently lifted her head and 
shoulders to take one of the pillows - letting her lay back down again. With 
my own pillow now, I used it to prop myself up a bit so that I could put an 
arm across her to hold her. She fairly hummed her appreciation as she lifted 
her legs again, and then gestured for me to slide my legs under hers. I did, 
and she let hers down again, so that we finished up with her 'sitting' on my 
'lap'. Then she took my hand and moved it to her breast before resting her 
hand on my arm. We lay there like that for several minutes, getting our 
breath and senses back as we cuddled.

The intimate silence between us was broken only when Diane softly grasped my 
arm and said "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For?" I asked.

"For this, you dummy!", she grinned.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"Seems you enjoyed it, too."

"Yup. One of the best birthday presents I've gotten in a *long* time!"

"ONE of the best?!" she demanded indignantly.

"Well, there was this fire truck I got when I was four..." I responded.

"A _fire truck_?"

"Yeah. It had a siren, squirted water, the whole deal. *Really* cool."

"You're comparing me to a _fire truck_?!"

At that point, I couldn't stand it any longer, and busted out laughing at 
the expression on her face. Only then did she realize that I'd been teasing 
her, and poke me in the chest with her elbow before exclaiming "Michael, you 
are such a *turd*!" - and laughing with me.

We were still laughing when Holly stuck her head in the door, demanding to 
know what was so funny. So I told her, and she started laughing, too.

When all of us finally calmed down again, Holly told us "When I woke up, 
Diane was gone, so I figured she was down here. I was just lying in bed, 
thinking about stuff, when I heard you two laughing and I *had* to come in 
and see what was so funny. I figured if you were laughing, you weren't, uh, 
busy."

Diane told her "No, we're not busy - NOW. I gave Mike his birthday present, 
and BOTH of us are quite happy about it."

Holly looked at her dubiously, and asked "And just what WAS your present to 
him? All you told ME was that it was something special that you had to give 
him alone."

Diane looked at me questioningly, and I answered with a small shrug of my 
shoulders - it was up to her if she wanted to tell Holly what we'd just 
done. She knew that I wouldn't talk to Holly about us, just as I didn't talk 
about me and Holly to HER - and didn't expect them to talk to me about what 
THEY did.

Diane thought it over for a few moments, and then told Holly "I was curious 
about anal sex, so I found out about it with Mike as a special present to 
him."

I was surprised when it took Holly a few seconds to get it before her eyes 
got positively HUGE as she asked "You DID? *There*? Really?"

"Yes, I did, there, and really." Diane answered, an incipient grin on her 
face.

 Holly just stared at her for a few moments before turning her head slightly 
to look at ME. I just looked her in the eye without saying anything; after a 
few seconds, she broke our gaze to stare at Diane again.

Finally, Holly spoke up, asking Diane "It didn't hurt? It wasn't gross or 
anything?"

"No, it didn't hurt. We used some lube, and he was as nice about it as he 
was when he got my OTHER cherry! And it wasn't gross, either. I, uh, took 
care of that before I got in here. What it WAS, was wonderful! I mean, I was 
*really* surprised at how excited it made me - I mean, I even _orgasmed_ 
from it!"

Holly got a doubtful look on her face, and Diane quickly assured her 
"Really, I did! I mean, having him *there* got me _so_ hot. But when I got 
to SEE it, too, well, that was it."

"You *watched*? How? Never mind, just tell me what happened!"

"Later, okay? Right now, I'm feeling kind of, um, *squishy* and want to 
clean up."

Holly's face fell in her disappointment, and Diane quickly added "I said I 
wanted to clean up - I didn't say I wanted to do it _alone_, silly! I was 
hoping Mike would help, too; and you're *always* welcome to take a shower 
with me!"

Holly perked up considerably at that, and looked over at me.

"I'm feeling kind of 'squishy', too - different way and a different place, 
though. I'd *love* to clean up with you - either or both of you."

That settled, Diane lifted her legs so that I could slide mine out from 
under her. When I did, Holly got a view of Diane's ass - her eyes widened 
briefly when she saw the remains of the lube on Diane's ass. I quickly 
scanned Diane, and learned that she'd done it for that very reason: to give 
Holly reason to believe what we'd just done.

With Diane and I untangled, she got up and moved to the edge of the bed to 
get up. I waited a few seconds - giving Holly a chance to see the lube on ME 
- and followed her.

A couple minutes later, the three of us were in the shower, cleaning up. 
Happily, the lube that Diane had gotten washed off fairly easily; I wasn't 
looking forward to spending the next few hours wearing it. During the 
shower, Holly couldn't help but try to find out more: when she tried to wash 
between Diane's ass cheeks, Diane jumped a little bit as Holly's fingers 
passed over her anus. That seemed to be all Holly needed to confirm what 
Diane had told her, and she didn't try anything else - aside from trying to 
masturbate me to erection, which didn't happen. The truth of the matter was 
that *I* was a little sore from where I'd been, too - Diane had been THAT 
tight.

Dried off and dressed, we made our way downstairs for some breakfast before 
separating to our different tasks. I had a few errands to take care of; 
Holly and Diane were going to talk about that morning, of course.

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