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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
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
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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
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		      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.

			End Ch 07

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