Message-ID: <42941asstr$1055581803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200306140416.h5E4GnW26028@penrij.uucp.jtan.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 00:16:49 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [07/12] Pam (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) interr public) Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42941> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net> Title: Ecstatic Cling: Pam Part: 07/12 Universe: Ecstatic Cling Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc bond(light) interr public Revision: $Revision: 1.4 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: cling07.x,v 1.4 2003/06/06 02:45:29 jcl Exp $ Ecstatic Cling Night 7: Pam by Jack C Lipton Pam is tall and very black. Dawn was just a nice warm brown but Pam's skin was far darker and her features far less Caucasians in character. She was still an exotically attractive woman, her hair in a very short afro. That she also towered over me would add to the intimidation value she had. Her shaven mons and wet labia were large and intimidating and I could have sworn I saw something of her clitoris. Pam's husband Walter was one of the control-freaks who had just discovered this week that he was sterile; I was concerned that he'd get bent out of shape by all of these stresses put together. The next toy to make it's appearance was a small vibrator. Each woman was directed to hang her toys (when not in use) from the name-badge we all still wore. The ben-wa balls' cord would give them something to hang from and there was a clip on the vibrator to allow it to hang from the ring. I helped Pam clip the ben-wa balls to the ring. My counselor walked up from behind and told me "She needs to have the balls inserted first for the next step." Ruth made the same announcement. "We'll walk you through using this vibrator, but, so that the women will get the most out of your attention, they need to re-insert the ben-wa balls." So far none of the women here had an objectionable odor or taste to their pussy juices and Pam was certainly no exception to this, tasting quite sweet to my tongue as I teased her open and popping the toy in, using my fingers to get them just inside her vaginal opening. Once she'd reached even a minimal level of arousal her body had no actual problems accepting them though it was enjoyable feeling her muscles flexing through this process. Her moan once both of the balls were in was, well, not the only one heard in the room. "All right, is everybody ready? Turn the vibrator on but do not touch the woman with it, just turn it on to the first setting." A very low hum came from the device in my hand. It was very small but the feel of the vibration in my hand was not an unpleasant feeling. "The best thing you can do with the vibrator right now is to tease her, use it on her thighs, touch her mons, around her labia, just keep it away from her vulva for right now..." I had quite an area to work on so I ran the vibrator on her right thigh and kissed my way up her left in some synchrony. Her right hand was already reaching for my hair but the chain to my left hand kept me in some control. I heard her start to gasp and stopped to watch her clenching her pussy as she had her first orgasm. I continued my work, using the vibe on the outside of her lips while I kissed and licked her bare mons, then switched and used my mouth on her labial lips while using the little vibrator on her mons. She was in an almost continuous state of orgasm now, moaning loudly and crying out. It was hard to tell what else was going on with my head between her legs as she kept cumming. Pam went silent, I looked up, she'd passed out, so I turned off the vibrator and withdrew, looking around. I heard June pleading with Roy to make her cum but he just kept teasing her with the vibrator. Helen wasn't in much better shape with Carl working her over. I saw Alice with Mark in the throes of multiple orgasms, as was Dawn. Beth was also begging. Evelyn looked like she'd ended as Pam had-- unconscious. Those with begging women were directed to bring them off. Only Carl between Helen's legs took his time, but she finally did come, then he looked over at me with a strange look on his face. I think he was taken aback when he was the first questioned with "Carl, why did you hold off her climax so long?" He was taken aback, his eyes shifting back and forth a bit. Ruth didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts, with, "Carl, the truth, now." He stopped his attempt to hem and haw and said, "Control. I want her to know she must beg *me* for it." As soon as the words left his mouth he blanched. I didn't expect my turn to be next. "So, Jack, how does that make you feel? The truth, now." Damn if my mouth didn't run on it's own, now I knew how Carl must have felt. "That's *my* wife he's trying to control. Where's that supposed to leave me?" With that said, I suddenly realized what our "psychological interviews" was all about: we must be now chock full of posthypnotic suggestions to render us more cooperative with our therapists. Somehow I was sure it must go beyond this, but it seemed to be a way for us to get the truth from one another. Ruth was eyeing me. "You understand?" I couldn't help but nod. I understood a lot more. She then smiled at me. My partner was back, more or less, and made this known to me by grasping my left hand. I turned to look at her and she smiled at me, giving me an instant emotional lift. Any thoughts I had from my exchanges with Ruth were gone. I kissed the back of her hand and got an even wider smile. I don't think I've ever mentioned how much a woman's smile, especially one reflecting her happiness (or, better yet, sexually-inspired happiness) can lift and warm one's own heart and soul. Pam's smile went straight to my soul. I sat next to her, then, feeling content. We got a lecture on sexual teasing and satisfaction covering the use of the vibrator in concert with the ben-wa balls. It passed quickly and our time came for the "cleansing". I lagged behind, slowing Pam down. Pam looked at me and did not try to pull me ahead. I was lost in thought. Being clean-- showering three or more times a day-- kept us smelling and tasting fairly good for our partners, reducing any likelihood of rejection. I realized also that it was useful as a bonding mechanism, teaching us directly after a partner exchange that we are dependant upon each other. So we proceeded and watched the new mix of partners start this bonding ritual which we'd soon follow. Pam's husband Walter was a bit like Carl, an aggressive and arrogant control freak. Pam though was less aggressive than Joanie but we ended up bonding in the wash quickly, sitting her down under the spray for me to wash her short hair (an easy task given how short and wiry it was, stimulating my fingertips with pleasure). Given her height advantage on me I had her sit while I washed her hair and ran my hands on her scalp. This left her free hand loose which she turned to touching and tugging my dick and cupping my balls to make sure I knew she was there. It was no wonder that I got so hard so fast. She stayed on the bench as I rinsed her head; before I could get her up so I could have my own hair done, she took my hardness into her mouth. Beth had been the best I'd ever experienced orally. Past tense. Pam smoked her. And she didn't even try to get me to cum, either, it just seemed a promise. We washed some more and I was soon licking her into shape, a shape she was quite vocal in approving, her sound effects thrilling me and encouraging me in pouring my full attention to her pleasure. I loved the noises she made, the words she used to guide my tongue, her touches to my head as she came like a freight train. A long freight train. With multiple locomotives. Of course it might have been more than one train and they were just tail-gating. She seemed far more relaxed when it was my turn, but I loved the sleepy look in her eyes and the gentle smile on her face as she approached my erection. I caught Helen watching as Pam's mouth started working me, then I felt something around the head of my dick, deep in her mouth and... I didn't stand a chance, this was a completely new sensation as she "swallowed" my dick, the head in her throat, feeling the peristalsis and I fed her protein in multiple spurts. I kept coming as my prostate kept spasming in an attempt to empty my balls. I was gasping and, in the seconds it took for her to withdraw my dick from her throat, I was quickly becoming flaccid. Helen and Carl stood near us. As I sat there panting in an effort to get my breath back Helen asked her if she'd really deep-throated me. Pam nodded, "Sure did. I think he liked it." Helen did not look completely pleased. I had enough of my faculties back that I asked her "What's wrong, hon?" Helen looked hurt, replying "How can I compete with that?" Pam looked up and asked her "So, you want lessons too?" Helen's confused expression seemed taken aback. "Don't worry, hon. I'll teach you too. I'm sure we'll have a chance." Carl led Helen away as we finished cleaning up, kissing. It seems by firing down her throat that there was no taste of me in her mouth, which helped my enthusiasm for kissing her after her wonderfully intimate oral act. Can you pronounce flattered? Receiving oral sex, especially when not in a direct reciprocal mode (i.e. "69") has to be the one of the most flattering things one person can do for another. The further efforts to increase the sensation did add to the sensation of being special. And I'd seldom felt quite so special before in my life. Having gotten orally serviced like this for the last week had been uplifting but Pam went far beyond which hit me very hard. We were both less than perfectly steady on our feet but we managed to gather our strength for our next job-- getting the dining room ready for dinner. Again, it felt like we were mentally one, never a hand, foot or head out of place. We were soon rubbing against each other more and more and I knew that Pam was very, very hot. The ben-wa balls were bringing her to the brink of orgasm but she didn't go over. We'd just finished putting out the place settings when she stopped and put me on a chair and tried to get my member into her already occupied pussy. She cried in frustration, reached down, pulled out the balls, and sank onto me, sighing in satisfaction as if she'd just scratched an itch. Before I was all of the way inside her clasping tunnel she was climaxing, and kept on climaxing. It would take a lot for me to follow her into ecstacy so I didn't give her a present, but she was certainly feeling satisfied. As she slowed down I clipped the ben-wa balls to the badge next to the vibrator as we got back to finish inspecting our work. We sat close waiting for dinner time talking over sexual issues with each other and sharing what we liked. Pam is a very bright and energetic woman which certainly made her easy to talk to. We ended up spending some time necking while waiting for the others to arrive. Dinner was different. Salads. Sandwiches. All pretty light but something that made feeding each other that much more important. By now everyone had learned the lesson of cooperation, even the most dominant personalities. Others still suffered minor frictions but these tended to be put aside in order to enjoy the meal. And I did enjoy my time feeding (and being fed by) Pam. We resisted "the position" though we did sit very close to each other. I did enjoy putting my fingers in her mouth as having her fingers in mine. She had very lively long, slim fingers. We had a fair amount of fun as we worked to clean up the dining room after the meal before heading for the next group discussion. I don't know what came over me but we got to the lobby early and started making out (I don't know who started it, it was like a joint decision) and I found myself with a woman on my lap, impaled on my erection. Her back was to me and, when people walked in, they had a perfect shot of my very white dick being repeatedly swallowed by Pam's dark, pink, pussy. She stopped and leaned back against me (which felt good) as the meeting was starting. Alice sat next to us with her current partner Mark, and, at a word from Ruth (we were pretty much drifting there, not doing much and letting the words flow over us) pulled the little vibe off of Pam's badge holder, turned it on and applied it to Pam's clit. I knew it wasn't a very strong vibrator, but Alice applied it to the right place and I knew immediately. So did everyone else in the room. Well, Pam certainly made enough noise to have everyone turn to stare at us. I didn't have much visibility with a woman climaxing on my lap and her body doing its level best to drain me but it seemed like Ruth looked happy with this kind of interruption. I could not resist joining Pam in our loud vocalizing of our shared climax. I actually got some teasing later over how loud I'd been. Alice and Mark went at it and Pam returned the favor with the vibrator that Alice had hanging, so there was quite a bit of sexual activity in the room. While recovering my own breath I watched a lot of people trying the same trick and listening to them working their way to their rewards. I watched with more interest as Helen rode Carl, Beth (with Bill) helping her along. Helen was pretty loud and part of me really hoped she'd be at least as loud for me. Ruth and Leon walked around the room to give us all praise for being so open this evening and it was quickly time to shower and prepare for bed. Sleep was not long in coming, we were pretty fried. But my wake-up call was unexpected. Pam handled it. Well, not with her hands. I'd learned the previous day that she was talented with her mouth (and even her hands, as she worked on my balls) but her pussy was also very talented, though that may not have been fully conscious. She spent a lot of the time in one climax or another, so her muscular control may not have been fully conscious but it did it's job and turned me inside-out so pleasantly. I didn't realize so much of my internal organs could be pumped out by my prostate. As we regained our breath after that ride, we shared kisses and cuddled until the phone let us know our time was up. We performed the minimal ablutions (ridding the contents of our very full bladders) and headed down early to the exercise room. We were the first of our group to arrive, finding some of our counseling couples working out, and Pam and I got started on the recumbent bicycles, interrupted by Paul and Sabrina. They advised us that she'd enjoy her time exercising more with the ben-wa balls in place, so I got them off of her badge hanger and inserted them, pushing some of my semen out of her onto the seat. We got smiles when this was seen. Given the noises Pam started to make on the bicycles as she exercised she was getting hot quickly and she told me, in between pants, that she came too easily with those balls in place, and that she'd come *bang* in the *bang* middle of... It was a little hard for her to complete her explanation given her orgasms as she rotated the pedals, slowing down, speeding up, there was no doubt she was enjoying the "ride". And because she was enjoying the time meant I was enjoying it, even if only as a witness. I really wanted to see how Helen did. Helen arrived with Mark as the third couple in our group so would be waiting to use the machines Pam and I vacated. She spied the spill of semen and rubbed her own pussy in the puddle, moaning. She apparently was already equipped. While Pam and I did the pull-down exercise my exhausted dick enjoyed the physical attention as we rubbed against each other's bodies, though this didn't stimulate her as much. With her balls installed, though, she (like June the day before) got more out of the treadmill and stair-steppers. Along the way I got to watch Helen's response to her pedaling and it was gratifying to see and hear her responding to stimulation. Pam and I were coached to try some new positions that were easily achieved with our cuffs and we found them enjoyable. We then went off to clean up after the exercise and Pam did a wonderful job shaving me. She'd been shorn recently enough there was no point in going over her mons and labia with a razor. Breakfast was pleasant, the food secondary to the company of Pam sitting so close to me. While our skin colors varied greatly, she smelled and tasted good, her voice was pleasant on my ear and she was mentally quite sharp. I remembered when Helen would talk like that. I'd wanted Helen because she was so bright as well as beautiful. Our relationship had faded as her interest (or tolerance) for our sexuality had faded and I'd taken to filtering out her voice, even though it's wonderful on the ear. Group discussion centered on how to cope with how to keep a marriage together despite a wife carrying another man's child. I learned a lot, looking over at Helen. I even gazed at Dawn and Beth who, according to Ruth, were likely to have been impregnated by me. Then the TV was rolled out and we saw a clip of me with Joanie and Belle with John. It looks like I was way ahead of the odds in the paternity game with three women. Well, until a clip showing June, Ruth admitting that they weren't sure she was due to ovulate, the toys may have thrown off recognition. June caught my eye and smiled, nodding, and told Ruth that she'd felt herself ovulate (which seemed unlikely but Pam let me know that some women, herself included, could feel a pain at ovulation). Uh oh. Four women? Well, there was no guarantee in any of their cases of conceiving a child by me but this was intimidating. I've wanted children and Helen had seemed a good person to make them with. All of the women here were (so far) prime candidates eugenically speaking, so this didn't bother me much but I was worried that Helen would not want any more. I still wanted children of my own by her. Well, we'd chosen to accept this program. I knew more about women now and Helen's hold on me sexually was weakened by quite a bit. Despite having felt hurt by her neglect, I still cared for her and how she felt. Mixed feelings? Yes, certainly. If she didn't want to lose me she'd need to take better care of me now, both sexually and emotionally. It's funny, but Helen now had higher standards to live up to sexually, but my stomach almost fell out thinking that now *I* had higher standards to live up to as well. This was a worry to me. Right, if I wanted to keep her I'd need to take better care of her now, both emotionally and sexually. And then our eyes met across the room. I could almost see the worry appear on her face. I realized then she was carrying the same kind of concerns I had. And with that, I was reassured. For now. I smiled at her and saw her echo it, the look of relief crossing her face (and mine.) Once the session ended we headed up to the rooms we were assigned today to clean. She's spent me so thoroughly this morning that there were no distractions to getting the job done. Who am I kidding, right? My dick might not have been up to anything but she was enjoying the ben-wa balls way too much and kept coming, usually with my tongue or the little vibe on her clit. I was starting to worry since Pam could probably fuck any ten men into the ground and still not be warmed up. She was a tiger. Lunch was going to be grilled again, so we worked together efficiently to get the materials put together in the courtyard, ready for cooking. This gave Pam and I time to walk on the beach. Well, by now my dick could get and erection and it'd feel very good, but there was no way I could come very quickly. We did *not* lay down in the sand. I think we both realized how much of a risk of getting sand in a sensitive spot would be, so we did this standing up, her bent over. I pulled out the toy and slammed into her until she'd come enough for the "edge" to be off of her drive. I then replaced the ben-wa balls and we returned to the courtyard to get lunch under way. Lunch was pleasant since we could share our food, the balls I'd replaced when she impaled herself on me, spending a good amount of lunch-time cuddling and touching as we ate. Just because she was lovable, attractive, bright and fucked like a tiger didn't mean I wasn't afraid of her. I wondered how Walter has survived his marriage to her for this long. And there was no doubt that this morning had taken it's toll on me-- she came several times on my lap but I was never far enough along to join her. It still felt wonderful, though. At the regular psych interview, which I now recognized as a hypnotic session, I asked "So, what kind of conditioning are you filling us with?" Pam looked startled and looked at me and her eyes got wide looking around the room. It seems I'd twigged to this ahead of at least one other person. We got a smile and calmed down right away. As we sat in the recliners I smiled to Pam, who smiled right back at me. Her face was the last thing before I faded and the first thing I saw on awakening. I kissed her. She still looked a little dazed, but she made the kiss something we shared. We were soon working on the lobby getting it ready for the next group discussion and Pam kept getting very hot so I'd go down on her. She finally yanked out the balls, spread her legs and told me to put out the fire deep inside her. Again, I was putting on a show when the group arrived. This was getting a little bit too much, but I didn't notice until we were both coming down from and intensely body-emptying (for me) orgasm. Pam was smiling at me as we came down and I smiled back, then we shared a delicate kiss, doing our best to avoid re-ignition. Within 10 minutes I was sitting next to Peggy, chained close together and Pam was in my past. I missed Pam in some ways, yes. She was so different in her skin color but so good of heart. Her sexuality, though, scared me. A lot. So I smiled at her from across the room to where she sat next to Roy. After June I didn't worry as much about Peggy even though she'd been the 2nd toughest seeming woman in the group. I was to learn better, though. Sometimes one must avoid discarding their fears. 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