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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Peggy
Part: 08/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc preg anal
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		     Night  8:   Peggy

		     by Jack C Lipton

I had started out very afraid of June since she was the most
outspoken, aggressive and arrogant woman in our group, but I
had lost most of my anxiety since she seemed much calmer by
the time she got to me.  Peggy, by comparison, had started
out as number 2 in aggression and bitchiness.  I started my
day with her figuring that, by now, she'd be mellowed out
like June had been.

Wrong.

I thought also that Pam was most likely to fuck me to death.

Wrong again.

Yes, the toys gave me a slight advantage but it left her hot
all of the time.  As I was about to learn.

Peggy whispered in my ear telling me that I'd better be "up
to the task" and told me that her cunt was going to suck my
balls dry.  I could not believe the "dirty talk" I was
getting.  This got noticed.

"So, Jack, what's Peggy telling you?  The truth, now."

My mouth started running, telling her all that Peggy had
been whispering in my ear.  By the time I finished relating
Peggy's lascivious remarks every man was sporting an
erection like mine.  Needless to say I was blushing, which
is rather more obvious when one is nude.

"Peggy, you didn't do this with the other men you were
partnered with.  Why Jack?  The truth, now."

"Control.  He's *mine* for the next 24 hours, and he'd best
realize that now."

"But why Jack and none of the others?"

"I've watched him.  He's cute.  He's harmless.  And he's not
pushy."

Just as I had when my mouth stopped moving, she blushed.

And here I thought she'd be more laid back than June.

Fat chance.

Oh, well, I figured I could live with it for the next 24
hours.

Our "cleansing" ritual was interesting.  She wasn't rough so
much as she made sure I conformed to her movements with very
little conformance to my own.  I recognized that I was being
dominated.

I didn't like her pressure.  It got my hackles up.

So, when it was my turn to kneel in front of her, I decided
to draw out her tension as Carl had done with Helen the day
before.  Nobody told me to give her relief so even though we
were amongst the first in the shower room, we were the last
still there as the last couple to start their cleansing were
finished and Peggy was still riding on the edge of an orgasm
under my tongue.

It took so long but her demands soon included the "please"
word, so I brought her off at this first sign of softening.

I made sure that her orgasm lasted as long as possible using
everything I'd learned this week and, with the massaging of
the upper wall of her vagina, hunting for her g-spot, my
face got sprayed with something that was definitely not
urine.

When she finally finished her spasming she almost poured off
of the seat, she was so relaxed, so I pulled her down to the
floor and held her and soon looked around to see us alone,
the clock showing only five minutes before our next work
assignment.

Despite having had an erection for quite a while, I was less
than enthused about letting her anywhere near it, so, when
she'd recovered her breath, we were off to work on the
dining room.  This was likely to be a more interesting night
than I really was comfortable with.

She was subdued during our work in preparing the dining room
and I couldn't figure out why she kept on pausing until I
realized that I'd forgotten the ben-wa balls were still in
(which had actually made prolonging her time at the edge of
orgasm easier and harder at the same time) so she was still
sexually sensitive.

It's odd how vague she was as we worked the dining room.  It
was also calming to me, my anxiety levels were way down, in
line with my erection.  I really didn't want an erection at
that point.

Even given her subdued nature, we still ended up doing some
things more "her" way than mine (despite all of the practice
I'd had at this) so her tendency to dominate was still there
waiting for a better opportunity to pounce.

I avoided sexual contact with her, fearful of her ability to
use it as a weapon, and we had a nice dinner sitting close
together and actually feeding each other (it's funny how she
showed her aggressive nature by being more attentive to me
in feeding me).  I recognized that she was still working to
control me despite how "out of it" she seemed.

Dinner over we were cleaning up and I did my best to keep
her from paying too much attention to me.  One of the tricks
I used was to tease her pussy and her artificially excitable
nature made it easier to bring her up.  Needless to say, we
paused several times for me to keep her short of release
before pushing her over.

She learned how to say "please" a lot sooner.

It's funny, but I think you most please a woman sexually
when she's willing to ask you politely (with the word
"please") to get her off.  It may be egotistical of me, but
it seems to increase the value of her gland finale.

So, by the time we returned to the group discussion, she was
half asleep and I was doing more of the leading than letting
her drag me.

We sat down together, my dick still soft, and I ended up as
the first person on the hot seat.

"So, Jack, are you willing to explain why you were teasing
Peggy and making her beg for release?"

Peggy woke up enough to look at me and glare at me.

My response was to report "Well, she's made some threats so
I felt it was my turn to influence her.  She's nice enough
when she's in a post-orgasmic daze, you know."  I was pretty
stiff suddenly remembering this.  A woman who's been sated
well enough to be sleepy is an enormous boost to one's ego,
even if it wasn't my dick that did the job.

I saw a smile on her lips.  I didn't watch her closely
enough to realize that she'd pulled out the ben-wa balls;
her sudden move to mount me came as a surprise as she sank
down onto my dick, taking me in one slippery slide.  I even
felt her spasming as she worked her way down onto me.

I was enjoying this enormously, at least for the moment.  My
fears of domination were, at that moment, asleep.

Damn if she didn't pull the trick on me using her pussy (I
think it's harder to do using one's genitals than orally, as
I'd done earlier) so, with the discussion going on, there we
were providing examples of how a woman can control a man.  I
listened to Ruth's play-by-play as Peggy brought me to the
brink and stopped, five times.  I'd been pleading since the
second peak.

Despite pleading with "please" my pleas fell on deaf ears.

What kept me from still sitting there unfulfilled was
Peggy's second climax while riding me.  Despite her
concentration on teasing me, she lost control twice.  The
first time was not when I was close but the second time was
at (for her) the worst possible point in maintaining control
so we came together.

I was floating in bliss with Peggy as Ruth summarized this
activity with "... and, if it wasn't for the extra
sensitivity all of the women here have gotten by getting
better at having orgasms, Peggy could've gone on for quite a
bit longer.  As you can see, her efforts to control him are
not without a price."

Peggy turned her head, still straddling my lap, and asked
Ruth about this "Is that why?  I used to be able to do this
with my husband for a lot longer without getting anywhere
near cumming."

Ruth's smile was almost predatory:  "Look, with men there
are physical limits to how often they can climax in a
twenty-four hour period, and we've run quite a few of the
men here up against that.  Women, however, can repeatedly
reach orgasm once they get into the habit.  The more sex and
climaxes a woman has, the more she *can* have.  By now, any
of the women in this group can fuck any ten men into the
ground.  That doesn't mean you can control them, though.  It
seems a small price to pay."

Several of the women-- including June and Helen-- looked at
Ruth in some surprise.  It was June that asked the follow-up
question: "So, what is all this about?"

"Peggy just showed us how she would want to control her mate
using sex--  but she's just discovered the limits of her own
control.  Now a man can't use his dick that well to tease,
his only recourse is how we saw Jack earlier using his
tongue to tease her to the edge without going over.  If
Peggy-- or any of the other women here-- want to be able to
use sex as a control mechanism, well, you'd better get a lot
of skill using your mouth and tongue.  Your own cunt won't
be so cooperative any more.  It kind of evens out your
relationship with your spouse, doesn't it?"

There were a lot of nods.

"Now, Peggy, how do you feel?"

Peggy glanced at my face and kissed me.  "I just felt myself
ovulate.  The sudden pain hit just before we came together."

"And ... how do you feel about that?"

She was smiling at me.  I mean, she was beaming.  I still
saw a slightly feral look to her, but she answered Ruth with
a single word:  "Wonderful."

At this point, even though my somewhat softened dick had not
yet fallen out of her, I had to ask "What's going on with
this?  Based upon everything I've heard so far it seems I
may have actually impregnated five women.  That's way out of
line odds-wise."

Ruth shrugged.  "It wasn't planned, you were just lucky.
And, with both Roy and Jeff being sterile makes you that
much more likely to be the one if a woman ovulates within
a 48 hour window.  Given your sperm count on top of that,
well ... I think you're a shoo-in."

To say I was discomfited by this news is an understatement.

"I'm not sure fathering so many children is a good thing for
me--  or them.  Should I worry about more?  Five out of
twelve seems to be a pretty screwy track record."

"Well, there were five men who can't anyway, and, as near as
we can tell, only Kim and Sandi haven't dropped an egg yet."

Like this was reassuring.  Kim and Sandi were next with me
after Belle, so there was chance.  The idea that I could end
up impregnating more than five (OK, OK, there is something
incredibly flattering to be "good enough" to father children
with such nice women despite it being nothing more than pure
chance) was anxiety provoking since there could be the
implied threat from cuckolded husbands.

Of course that I'd been cuckolded was momentarily forgotten.
And Helen's baby was likely to be mixed race, as if that was
important.  Just as long as Helen would be willing to have a
baby by *me* I would be pretty happy.

We soon broke off from the discussion and prepared for bed.
I think Peggy had been taken aback by her own "loss of
control" but was humming happily as we washed.  I was not
about to tease her again, especially given how drained I was
by her exhibition of control.

My limpness made it easier to cuddle into spoon position and
fade into a gentle sleep.  Peggy was actually a comfortable
bed partner by this time and it was easy to sleep with her.

Blind, ain't I?  She also learned that I was easy to sleep
with as well.  Any comment or judgment I might make about a
night-partner must have been reflected in their assessments
of me.  I wondered what some of the women in this program
thought of me or the other men they were working through.  I
made a mental note as I faded into a comfortable slumber
that I should talk to Helen to hear about some of her own
experiences.

It's funny how easy it was to sleep so close, but it became
obvious that Peggy had awakened first because I found myself
wedged in her vagina on awakening to the wonderful sensation
of repeated strokes.

Before continuing the strokes I kissed the back of her neck
and squeezed her to let my partner know I was awake.  I then
continued the nice, gentle and relaxed stroking despite my
full bladder.

That her own bladder must have been pretty full should have
occurred to me but most of my thinking was being done by the
fellow currently surrounded by her slippery channel.

For me, the pain of fullness slowed down my rush to climax.
Oddly enough it seemed to speed up Peggy's own rush and she
came like a freight train quickly, and was reaching her
second in a noisy way that brought me to a boil.  She came
and, as her body was calming down I finally delivered a load
of my semen to her very wet box.  I'd almost think it was
gulping given some of the sensations I was getting.

Our afterglow didn't last long.  We soon returning from the
bathroom having finished our toilet when the wake-up call
arrived.

I inserted the ben-wa balls into her creamy snatch, kissing
her belly, between the navel and the mons, before we headed
for the exercise room.

As the first of the "counselees" group to arrive, we went to
work on the recumbent bicycles, getting ready for subsequent
exercises.  The three pairs of counselors were also doing
their routines as well.  Ruth and Leon arrived as we headed
to the first of the weight stations.

Peggy was already fairly subdued since she'd gotten release
of tensions while pedaling and I ended up getting pretty
worked up as we rubbed against each other (and don't forget
how other "cries of passion" affects one) so I was starting
to recover as we approached the "Luv Seat".  Paul and
Sabrina made positioning suggestions that we tried out and
found them satisfactory.

It's interesting how nicely Peggy behaved;  while she gave
me direction she was far more polite than I would really
have expected by this time.  The balls removed, she was very
hot and had a short fuse-- two features I was finding myself
liking in a woman.  I was starting to realize that Helen
would hopefully have acquired this ability as well.  I
couldn't climax myself at that moment given my earlier
draining but it was pleasant to stroke into a hot and
enthusiastic woman who did cum--  more than once.

Our exercise period over, we showered and I found Peggy
wasn't as good at shaving me as I would have hoped.  I don't
think I need to explain what that means, do I?

Breakfast was quiet and relaxed before we went to attend the
morning discussion.  Even with the ben-wa balls in, Peggy
was still rather pushy.

I was not prepared for the way the morning group discussion
started; Ruth jumped directly to a quick poll:  "All right,
which of you have tried anal sex?"

Needless to say I just sat there looking confused.  I have
heard of anal sex and have even seen some videos that
included it but I didn't see what the point was.  I'd never
suggested it to Helen so my interest was quite low.

I saw hands raised.  Peggy's was one of them.  I could not
help but look at her.  I noticed that Helen had her hand up
too, so I wondered which of the group had talked her into
it.  While it bothered me (feeling left out of something) my
own lack of interest in such contact reduced any sense of
neglect.

Ruth must have sensed the divide in us since I was the only
man who's wife had her hand up while mine wasn't.  I saw the
opposite situation, of course, where two men had tried it
but their wives had not.  So Ruth jumped on Helen, asking
her "Well, Helen, when and where?  I think your husband
would like to know."

It's funny how flustered a naked woman can suddenly look as
she again became the center of attention.  Blushing, she
admitted "Well, my first husband and I tried it.  Why I let
him try more than once I don't know any more.  It wasn't a
pleasant experience."

"What kind of size did he have?"

"Oh, he was smaller than Jack in width but a little longer.
It's just that no matter how much lubricant we used it was
uncomfortable."

Ruth nodded and turned to Carl with a like challenge:  "And,
Carl, why doesn't your wife share your knowledge of anal
sex?"

He didn't even flinch but told us that he'd been working to
get Joanie willing to try.  "She wasn't thrilled even when I
showed her movies with it."

Another nod of acknowledgment and she turned to Roy with
the same question.  He didn't seem as comfortable.  "Well,
actually, Sandi *has* had anal sex with me but she was too
drunk to remember it and I changed the subject every time
she complained about her sore asshole."

The stare Sandi gave him would have reduced many a man to a
small pile of ash;  despite his dominant nature he had the
sense to look sheepish as he added "Sorry hon".

Sandi eventually calmed down and then it was my turn on the
hot-seat, with "Now, Jack, how do you feel about this little
revelation of your wife's past?"

"Well, despite my, well, limited interest in anal sex, well,
I feel a little bit left out.  I've seen vids and the like
but it never looked like much fun.  Heck, I have no idea why
so many vids throw in anal sex any way."

Ruth and Leon walked over to us and handed Peggy a tube of
lubricant, Ruth directing her to show me what it was all
about.  Peggy answered her with "I admit I tried it once
with my husband but I didn't like it.  I'm not eager to try
it again."

"So what was happening?"

"He kept bumping into something that hurt inside.  He wasn't
much more comfortable either."  I saw six of the eight women
who'd admitted to trying anal sex nod in agreement with her
statement.  Ruth was aware of this reaction.

"Oh, then that means we need to do something difference.
C'mon, let's show you something that will help."

We returned to the shower room and two of the counseling
couples walked in with 12 bags with hoses.  Another couple
had walked in with large tubes of lubricant.

"Everybody, we've got some time to teach you all about how
to give-- and take-- an enema.  This allows you to clean out
your bowels to more easily accept a man's penis in there.  I
expect each of you to try anal sex today at least once.  I
also want you to let me know if you like it enough to try it
twice."

We were walked through giving enemas to the women we were
chained to, a non-trivial exercise.  It was fortunate that
the toilets were nearby though two women lost the contents
of their bowels before they could leave the shower room and
so we all pitched in to rinse and clean up after these
accidents.

Peggy had complained about the pressure and some cramping
and I'd been as gentle as possible in easing the contents of
the water bag into her.  It had been a lot of water.  Her
time on a toilet was pretty went quickly (think a loud
"whooshing" sound) and we were soon re-filling the water bag
since two clean-outs were suggested.  We got a lot of detail
in preparing the solution needed for the "flush".

Peggy was, well, you can't say "enjoying" the enema though I
suspected her of enjoying my attentions in assisting her in
the process.

We had another 20 minutes left of the hour as we were placed
with our partners in the "doggy" position and we were taught
how to properly lube our partner's anus for penetration.  My
own therapist was showing me how to put lube on my dick as
well, and was there to guide me into Peggy's ass.

Now I'm not sure I can relate this, it was a completely new
experience to me.  Part of me took my toilet training far
too close to heart and was threatening to soften me before I
could get more than the head into her ass.  I could feel her
sphincter and there was some strange additional activity in
there as I slid further in.  Something was going on.

And I was glad for the lubricant.  Between Peggy talking to
me about when to stop and when I could go and some coaching
for both of us by Paul and Sabrina (who always seemed to be
around me and my partners for some reason) as well as their
demonstrations (side by side, this should be weird to me but
I suspected some conditioning was done to relax my "normal"
reactions) we were doing pretty well.  Peggy was now
encouraging me to fuck into her, which I did.  I was still
pretty gentle but her sudden call for me to speed it up and
make the strokes harder took me by surprise.

Well, it didn't take long for me to fill her bowels.  Paul
was ready as well and made his own deposit at about the same
time.

As I gently pulled back and out I was finally listening to
Peggy moan.  Before getting up to step in the shower, I
kissed the back of Peggy's neck.  Once standing, I gave her
a hug and we shared another kiss.  We finally stepped into a
shower to wash off (with a lot of soapy attention to my
member and her anus) before continuing to our next scheduled
task-- house-keeping.

Oddly, I learned that being circumsized was good news after
noticing how much work Roy (one of the uncircumsized men)
had to take in cleaning out under his foreskin.

Again, Peggy was subdued.  We went about our tasks without
too much talk outside the work we needed until she stopped
me and we sat on one of the beds.

"Jack, I don't know how to say this, but it seemed odd that
anal sex felt so good to me.  I still want your cock in my
cunt as soon as it's hard again, but I did like the getting
it in the ass.  I was surprised at how tender you were to me
when giving me the enema and then your initial penetration.
In fact, I was getting to like it much more that I had to
tell you to speed up.  Between the balls in my box and you
in my ass, I had a very good time."

I held her hands and kissed her, thanking her for being so
relaxed about this.  She took that with good grace.

Of course we were well into getting lunch together before my
dick showed any signs of revival.  We were even able to step
out to the beach for a few minutes before working to serve
lunch.

I was still not hard enough to provide a "seat" over lunch
but it was pleasant regardless.  I was hoping that Peggy was
reflecting back to me the tenderness I'd shown her earlier.

We went in for our Psych session and I faded almost as soon
as I sat down.  I was far more comfortable when they brought
me back up and even Peggy looked more relaxed.

We were ready to clean the lobby for the next group session
but, before we could start, Peggy pulled me to her and
kissed me--  hard.

We then went to work, vacuuming, clearing up the little
scraps that accumulated from earlier meetings.  Progress was
slower than usual since she was constantly touching me and
I'd stop to touch her back, kiss, pet and even stroke her
vulva.  I brought her off three times like that.  She was so
hot I almost needed asbestos gloves.

Now I'm not stupid.  I know my technique is poor at best.  I
also recognize that sexually I'm nothing special, but this
woman had gone from dominant tigress to a sex kitten in a
short period of time.  It was impossible that *I* had any
real input to this.  So why was I seeing such a change in
this woman during my time with her?

Before the first of the others filed in for the session I
learned that the tigress was still there, even if she was a
bit more muted in aggression:  I was on my back being fucked
by her as the rest of the group filed in, her pussy muscles
doing interesting things to my dick, which was quite happy
to discharge a load of semen into her.

And, despite the extra excitement she had from the toys I
was able to recognize she was still close to conception.
Once again I heard applause as we came down from the high of
our orgasms.

I still feared Peggy even when I was chained to Belle, a
petite little Hispanic woman.  She was a pretty little woman
who seemed unconcerned over being tied so closely to me.

			End Ch 08

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