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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [10/12] Kim (rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc)
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 10:10:03 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Kim
Part: 10/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc reluc
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		     Night 10:   Kim

		     by Jack C Lipton

Kim was a cuddly lap-full, having jumped on, grabbed my face
and kissed me.  The fact that this brought me to attention,
so to speak, cannot be understated.

The sudden plunge into her cannot be understated either.  I
have no idea when she had an opportunity to pull out the
ben-wa balls;  all I knew was that a very tight and
throbbing sleeve worked it's way down onto me as I was being
kissed very thoroughly.

I couldn't pay much attention to anything *but* Kim at that
moment and my hands were busy scratching her back and even
rubbing the little bumps along her spine.  We were making
some appreciative noises when we heard Ruth call our names
rather loudly.

As soon as we broke our clinch, I looked around, as did my
passenger.

When Ruth saw us looking around she called out "Kim!  Why
did you jump him like that?"

"He was looking at Belle and seemed so sad and I wanted him
to be concentrating on me for now.  I didn't want him moping
for long."

"Jack, did it work?"  Ruth was smiling with this.

I'm sure I looked dazed as I answered, "Well... I'm not able
to multi-task *that* well, so, right now, she's got a *lot*
of my attention, if you get my meaning.  Possession I guess
is nine tenths, then..."

I heard some giggles and Belle told Kim that she didn't like
to see me so sad either.  "And be careful, you don't want to
use him up right away..."

Which got some more giggles rolling around the room.

I guess it was Kim's nature to be a bit more aggressive as
she just settled further onto my lap.

Ruth turned it around a bit, starting her lecture with my
remark: "Well, Jack said it pretty well, possession is key
to keeping your mate.  There are important factors changing
this since you do not want to be too possessive and avoiding
jealousy is important.  You don't need to possess your mate
in body or spirit, all you want is to hold their attention.
And, lest you all forget, that takes work on your part."

This was an interesting subject, one that hadn't occurred to
me.  I'd been possessive of Helen's body, wanting a level of
priority from her which I never seemed to feel capable of
deserving.  She'd gotten a lot of my attention and priority
despit the shortfall.

"So, enough of the couples here had one party enter their
relationship as a virgin, so the more experienced partner
was often able to get a level of attention without expending
anything further.  Was this fair?  June?"

June as our resident Type-A control freak was startled but
it was easy to see she'd been thinking about this.  She did
not look comfortable answering, actually bowing her head,
"Yes, Ruth, that sounds about right.  I got too certain of
my husband's devotion to me and didn't even think he'd look
elsewhere."

There were a surprising number of nods around the room.  Of
both genders.

"Well, now, because of this program, you are now both far
more sexually even.  Neither can hold out against the other
for long, if you want to keep their attention.  Which means
that you must give them attention in a fair measure.  Also
remember that your mate will value different kinds of
attention from you at a different rate from you.  For all
of you women, men tend to value sexual enthusiasm far higher
than having a meal ready when they arrive home from work.

"Mind you, enthusiasm is _not_ just sexual contact!

"For the men here, realize that your wife will probably
prefer your attention to domestic support issues than she
will to sexual contact.  So as a mated pair you must talk to
each other to ensure that you're getting the best value for
your investment in attention.  Any questions?"

There were, but my attention wouldn't stay on any of them.
Few of the answers piqued my curiosity either.  Something--
no, some one-- else had drawn my attention.

As the meeting wound down, I stealthily reached for Kim's
vibrator and was able to surprise her with it.  She'd been
massaging me with her internal muscles despite her own
attentions on the meeting itself and I could tell, from all
I'd been learning, that her body was not far from a release.

Well, her release was quick.  And loud.  And her scream did
interrupt Ruth answering Kim's own question about control.

Well, Kim didn't show much control.  It felt very good to me
(both physically and emotionally) that she "got off" and her
loudness just increased my pride in accomplishment.  She'd
apparently been on a hair trigger given how quickly she'd
come.

Fortunately I didn't join her, I wanted to retain some kind
of control myself.

And Ruth started over, with "You can't really control your
spouse, the most you can expect is influence.  And every use
of influence has a price tag, measured in attention to their
needs.  While a quid pro quo implies a payment in kind, each
of you values different things, so you may forget that what
you want and value is _not_ what your mate wants-- or even
values.  And vice versa.  So you can't control your spouse
without their active cooperation, and even that will be
expensive."

Kim was able to follow the answer this time and nodded, then
faced me again and kissed me.  "Thanks, Jack, that was a
nice surprise."

I'm not as stupid as you'd think, I kissed her back.  And
used the buzzer on her again.  She moaned into my mouth this
time.

As the meeting broke up for cleansing, we were a little slow
in separating and re-inserting the ben-wa balls.  I used my
finger to rub them inside her a bit and heard another moan.
Then we were off to the showers.

The shows we all put on during this bonding process had been
getting smoother and smoother as our time here had
continued, as we'd each learned to adapt and bond to our
current partner.

So our time washing was pleasant enough and I enjoyed the
feel of her hair, even wet, as I helped her washing the long
black mane.  Given her small size and long hair (easily down
past her butt) I think it weighed more than the rest of her
when wet.

She surprised me though, during this process.  I'd sat her
down to make it more comfortable for me to work her scalp
when she grabbed my limp dick and sucked it to hardness,
working it up a little at a time while I washed her hair.
We disengaged when I finished with her hair, my balls now
aching slightly.

I was quite excited when I started checking her for soap and
made sure to bring her off;  she responded so well I pushed
her over three times before I was dissuaded from continuing
and it was my turn.  I was reluctant to stop since the taste
of her juice was very good to my tongue.

She didn't hesitate once I was seated.  She brought me up to
the edge quickly and I groaned to show my tension when she
backed off.  Twice to the edge, then, the third time was the
charm, depositing a load that had me feeling like I'd been
drained of blood along with all of my semen into her small
mouth, which took it all.  I felt her swallowing which,
really, is an exciting sensation as well.  I'd heard about
this and still don't understood why, but, well, it anchored
my attention with great force.  It was also a bit more than
my hypersensitive glans could take, my reaction was not one
of iron control.

Finally clean and dry we went to the next task on my
schedule and left for the dining room to prepare it for
dinner.

That bonding process of bringing each other off must have
something to do with our current ability to work together;
we flew through the dining room, cleaning, arranging and
setting the tables.  All the while we were chatting, talking
about ourselves without a second thought.

I'd noticed-- and realized that I kept forgetting-- that as
the time had progressed we held less and less back in our
conversations with our partners.  I volunteered how she had
me flopping like a fish from her skill in fellating me and
she gave me a tonguestroke by tonguestroke critique in how
my own cunnilingual attentions had been.

We'd gotten the room ready so we took the time for her to
walk me through the various touches she liked.  She was able
to be very clear and precise in her instructions until she
climaxed.  She talked me through multiple approaches and I
was learning to read a pussy even better than before.  It
is a skill I wanted to have, so I kept at it and, once she'd
gone through five climaxes, she asked me to stop.  "Pull out
the balls, pull 'em out..." and she came again.  And again.
She was coming hard again as I pulled the ben-wa balls free
of her clamping pussy and I could see a lot of her muscles
on her belly clutching as she gasped and started to calm
down again.

We still had five minute before people were expected to
arrive as she calmed down;  I picked her up and sat on one
of the chair with her sideways on my lap, her head on my
shoulder.  I kissed her forehead as her panting slowed down
enough, and we discussed what had happened and how her own
body, with the ben-wa balls stroking her insides, had gone
into orbit.

She thanked me, too, for being with her and holding her.

Dinner was a nice steak (actually prime rib, which is more
of a roast, having cooked them before) with corn (again, I
think people were getting to like having it on the cob) and
a baked potato (buttering Kim's small breasts with big
nipples looked like fun) though the peas were uninspiring.

Even though I was still not fully rising to the occasion, I
had enough that Kim chose to hide it where it'd do her the
most good, and we sat there, facing each other.  It was a
good thing we had the presence of mind to pre-cut our food
so it was easier for us to feed each other.

It's funny, but it was easier to concentrate on feeding my
partner and not worry about myself;  since my partners each
did their part to maintain parity, neither of us felt any
lack.

Though some things we had more fun with, like the corn.

And, no, we're not talking about using the cob for some
nasty purpose;  we merely had each cob between us, we'd
bite, together if possible, as a game, often brushing our
noses together over the food.  Sharing kisses in between
added to the game of the meal and made it a lot of fun.  A
part of me was hoping that Helen would adapt well to this.

And, yes, her nipples tasted very good with the butter from
the corn and mashed potatoes, and, while I was still in the
process of re-charging, she certainly got to her pinnacle,
just before we were done, which was good timing.

Cleaning up the dishes and the floor after a meal is never
all that convenient but usually proceeds well enough.  With
Kim, though, we got into the "groove" quickly and easily and
tore through the work, functioning like we shared a mind.

It was almost enough to convince me that the collective
unconscious really exists.

Speaking of which... you know how you can tell that Jung's
idea of a collective unconscious isn't complete malarkey?
Be on a major road, attempting to make a left off of it but
not at a light.  You will notice that oncoming traffic will
usually either speed up or slow down in an effort to
maximize your irritation.  This has happened so often I was
coming to believe it was proof that such a "back channel"
existed.

Anyway, when you work closely with someone and seem to be
able to anticipate their next move-- and be right almost all
the time-- this adds yet more evidence that a channel like
this exists.

So we flew through the work and had more than half an hour
before the next group meeting, so we nipped into the showers
very quickly, not wanting to be late, and were in the lobby
early on.  Admittedly we took more time than we initially
would have budgetted since we spent some time touching and
kissing each other.

Again I got to see someone else putting on a show just
before a group meeting; Evelyn and Mark were going at it hot
and heavy when we walked in.  We got to watch them as Mark
stroked into Evelyn, listening as she was panting and
gasping.  We could tell she was having no problems achieving
multiple orgasms and Mark filled her up just as the room
itself filled.  It was almost funny.

So Mark got shook up when we all applauded their completion.

Well, I knew how that felt, having been "caught" like that
numerous times;  how could I have ever been embarrassed at
this kind of approval?

The session this evening was talking about various emotional
priorities and we even ran through surveys to build up an
inventory of things we valued.  I could already see that my
priorities had adjusted somewhat since the last time I took
this survey, just prior to this little trip.

It seems that Ruth was privy to all of our previous workups
and histories so she went into some depth during this
session by talking about how we'd shifted-- and how the
sexual aspects had dropped a bit in importance.

It's funny, but when you've been getting "enough"
opportunities to have sex, limited only by your ability to
recharge between bouts, it's not the hot button it is when
even once a month seems like an incredible concession.  So
this was being brought home to various women.

What was odder still in the numbers that the importance of
sexuality went up for all of the women, the opposite of what
I would have expected.  This engendered a lot of discussion
and I learned a lot about female sexuality during the
back-and-forth.

Ruth finally summarized "All of the women here are sexually
more interested because they're getting enough sex.
Reasonably good sex and orgasms, combined with the feeling
of being emotionally loved and valued, makes the ability to
enjoy more sexual activity easier for a woman.  Unlike men,
the more loving sex a woman has, the more she can have,
since there are no real limits imposed by biology.  Now,
over this time period, the ability of these men to perform
has gone up markedly.  With the exercise habits we've tried
to ingrain and the attention each of you has learned to
give-- and receive-- restoring your marriage will be
easier.  It'll all be a matter of choosing to do so."

Well, I had to admit that running against my body's hard
limit (wow, a pun) was disconcerting in a way but I'd also
noticed that erections-- albeit not full rigidity-- came
back fairly quickly.  It was the ability to ejaculate that
provided a limit to enjoyment.

But a question I had to ask...

"So, Ruth, I've noticed that many of the women I've been
with here are multi-orgasmic, which, I admit, is rather
flattering to us men, but what happens when we get our own
wives back?  Some men will luck out when getting their wives
back, some won't."

"Jack, by now all of the women in this process are pretty
much multi-orgasmic, although fewer are aggressively so.
That's part of what happens when a woman gets a lot, since
her body is doing it's best to encourage her to be active. 
The use of the ben-wa balls to keep them on the edge doesn't
hurt, but it's a matter of conditioning.  So, for you, Jack,
don't be too surprised when Helen comes like a bunch of
freight trains." I looked over to Helen and saw her smiling
and nodding.

"And, on top of that, the likelihood of pregnancy coupled
with this experience, will increase a woman's sex drive
further since it's one of the primitive means to ensure a
measure of loyalty and exclusivity with her mate.  When you
all leave here the pregnancy will help to ensure all that
was learned here gets practiced between you and becomes a
habit."

I suspected that the conditioning wasn't just through the
nerve endings but elsewhere as well.  The sudden fright that
ran through me was that I'd need to keep her sexually busy
if I wanted to keep her.  With her body and response she
could easily find her pleasure elsewhere.  I would need to
compete with all other likely (and unlikely) sexual partners
she may notice.  I didn't want to lose her but it seemed my
workload would go up.

That the same kind of thoughts, related to my own ability
to stray, were running through Helen's head would have been
lost on me just then;  I still tended to look up to her and
did not usually see myself as much of a "catch", though I'd
been learning.  It just wasn't habit yet.

Before I could think any deeper or get upset over the
current distance between Helen and I, Kim grabbed my hand.
She got my undivided attention by cuddling up to me, so I
bent over and kissed her.  She maintained a hold on my
attention.

Well, I'd gotten my question answered.

Since we'd showered before the group discussion period we
went off to bed.  I did not expect to get to sleep early.

Wrong.  I was so wrong.  Yes, we went at each other.  Hard.
Her coming like multiple freight trains.  It took extra time
for me to finally climax.  About fifty minutes of serious
exercise, completion, and we both cuddled together into the
spoon position and fell asleep.

The morning, though, was something else.  She'd preceded me
into wakefulness and my morning wood was being kept very
warm and comfortable inside her as I was stroking her so
slowly as she made a sound close to purring.

After a night's sleep my prostate had been recharged by my
testicles so ejaculation was never far away the first thing
in the morning.  Spooning made it a slow bout of love-making
and gave me a lot more time to touch her, scratch her back,
kiss her shoulder and back of her neck, ears, while
listening to her moan and climax in my arms as my fingers
did their best on her breasts and nipples.

Ruth wasn't kidding about these woman now being multi-
orgasmic, Kim was shuddering in my arms for a while as my
strokes brought me closer and closer to my release...

I hate the telephone.  I really do.  The wakeup call aborted
my own climax.

Damn.

She calmed down once I fell out of her and we got up to use
the facilities and did a quick rinse before heading down to
the exercise room for our workouts, popping the ben-wa balls
back into her.

We were not the first to arrive so had to wait to start our
sequence through the machines.  Kim acted pleased with the
puddle on her seat, rubbing her vulva on the sticky-looking
cream as she positioned herself on the seat.

I wonder why seeing this got my erection so hard so fast.

We were soon pedaling away in the warm-up process to get
up to speed for the other exercises.  That the process was
stimulating to her with the internal toys was obvious and
understated her enthusiasm.

As we worked the weights my erection slapped her abdomen,
nowhere near her crotch given our difference in height.  A
nice little step-ladder to raise her up some inches would
have been nice.

We worked through the various machines and finally reached
the "Luv Seat", pulled out the toy, and went to town in her
spasming pussy.  She spent the time it took me to reach my
own climax in her seemingly continuous orgasm.  The spasming
of her internal muscles hastened my progress to a fully
draining delivery.

As we decoupled and worked our way to the shower I realized
that the ben-wa balls were shortening any need for foreplay.
I figured that without them I'd be pretty much lost.  After
we showered and she shaved my face (doing a very nice job
given that she'd been sitting on my lap) I suggested we do
an experiment by not using the ben-wa balls today.  She
agreed with a bit of a smile.

I was hoping to discover how dependant we were on the use of
this toy in satisfying her sexually.  With luck it wasn't a
major factor but my internal cynic was figuring that I'd end
very disappointed.

Breakfast was pleasant with her on my lap.  My dick did try
to come to attention during this process but, while it would
get barely hard enough to insert (if you were careful) I had
no thought of being able to fuck with it.  My lap though got
quite wet with her own fluids.

The morning discussion session turned to us at one point,
asking why we'd not put her toy back in.  Kim turned to me
as I explained that "Well, I want to know how much foreplay
is needed without it.  It sure seems like no foreplay is
required with them in."

Ruth smiled but I noticed Kim looking at me funny.

Ruth's reply was a simple comment that "You may have a real
problem noticing a difference."

Enough other men were looking around, as were the women, and
there was a mass removal of the ben-wa balls from all of the
women in our group.  I noticed a sly smile on Ruth;  she
obviously knew something we didn't.  Her smile cleared
before too many people could notice it.

June was next asked why she'd been having anal sex daily
since the day we'd all been introduced to it.

Now, consider that everything we'd learned about June
included her type-A personality along with a domineering and
competitive nature.  The idea that she would _choose_ to
provide anal sex or even be pressured into it seemed
ludicrous.  She was not the kind of woman one could usually
think of as "compromising".

My own prejudices regarding anal sex-- both me penetrating
my partner's ass and having a finger provide a prostate
massage-- had me uncomfortable with the subject in general
and a feeling that it wasn't, well, attractive.

For me, both kinds of activity had been nice but not really
something I would prefer despite the aspects that were
exciting.  I just couldn't put my partner's discomfort out
of my head in this, though.

June's original response that first time when it was
discussed was one of disdain, so this whole question was
surreal, June seeking to be fucked up the ass?

June didn't even redden.  "I found that it actually feels
good, Ruth.  It certainly surprised me to learn that I like
to do it that way, and it really does excite me.  I don't
really know why."

I saw other women nodding with her ... including Helen.  My
Helen?  Able to enjoy anal sex?

So Ruth polled the room and I learned that Helen was also
choosing anal penetration on an almost daily basis, along
with three other women.  Belle indicated that we'd not
engaged in it, given my discomfort.

Kim was not among the "enthusiasts".  No skin off of my
nose-- or dick, for that matter.

Given my extremely limited interest in anal sex, the ensuing
discussion did not, well, command my attention.  Before my
attention could wander again, Kim snapped it back onto her
with her cuddling and kissing.  It was easy to concentrate
on this woman.

We ended up working well together in doing the housekeeping
work and we took advantage of the last of the rooms to make
a deposit since I'd actually re-charged enough to carry out
this mission.

She had me stroking into her from the doggie position and
her response was immediate and gratifying for me to hear.
Given how long it took me to reach my own delivery, Kim got
to hit her pinnacle far more often.  Each of her cries of
ecstacy helped me feel more and more valuable to her.

So far, it sure looked like the ben-wa balls were not really
necessary.  We'd see.

Lunch today was going to be on the gas grill again, so we
worked to get the makings out to the courtyard and started
getting tables ready for lunch.  Kim and I even had time for
a short walk on the beach which included some serious talk
(along with the now very natural-seeming touching and
kissing I was getting used to) about our backgrounds.

Lunch was a pleasant meal taken with her.  We didn't "assume
the position" since I wasn't yet ready to provide her with
a secure seat (one she couldn't easily just slide off of).
Again our meal included a lot of touching and kissing as we
fed each other.

We had no problem making it to our psych interview on time
since my body was still not ready, even though we took a
quick rinse in the showers.

I was realizing that I saw the shower as a rather "erotic
zone" rather than merely a place to wash.  I guess it almost
qualified as a fetish.

Dealing with our own bodily needs to dispose of waste
products was a fairly unimportant issue and this process
also deemphasized it, there were few mysteries any longer.

We were under in no time once seated for the psych work.
All that I'd read in the past about hypnosis was helping to
reduce my anxiety since I recognized it would be difficult
to get me to agree to something I didn't want to.

Admittedly, I realized there were ways around that, based on
visualization and distorting reality, but I didn't recognize
any such situations.

The full hour on the couch had me rested enough for me to
reach full staff, so it was getting some touches as we
worked on readying the lobby for the next session.

I still didn't understand the need, though.  There were no
smokers, nothing to litter, so the lobby was never really
messy.  About all we really needed to do was to wipe up the
traces of sexual fluids left by various people.  Vacuuming
was kind of over-kill but it was expected.

Through all of this Kim and I kept up our active touching
and kissing behavior which got me inflamed enough to jump
her.

I pushed her back on the floor, spread her legs with mine
and my pecker found her quite ready for drilling.

The noises she made were also reassuring as I "took" this
woman, being an aggressor this once and doing my level best
to fuck her brains out.

She made no overt moves to discourage me, never going beyond
asking me if I really wanted to do this.  (Just a few weeks
before, had Helen asked me this, I would have wilted almost
immediately.  This was quite a change for me.)

Her pattern shifted quickly from mild reluctance to outright
enthusiasm as she crested the first time and I found her
encouraging me to "fill her up".

Well, the intellectual side of me found that phrasing
imprecise but he wasn't in charge at the moment.  I just
kept up my stroking into this mewling, moaning, groaning and
cumming woman until I got a chance to empty what little seed
I'd accumulated since before lunchtime into her.

By the time I finished she was gasping for breath, having
been cumming more-or-less constantly for quite a bit of the
session.

Yes, it was sure looked like the ben-wa balls were no longer
a "necessity".

I picked her up after the applause and sat on a chair,
cradling her on my lap, her head on my shoulder.  She was
still shaky and quivering.  She thanked me, too, and
apologized for playing "hard to get".  I kissed her.

Given her current state-- about as weak as a kitten-- I did
not think her ready for the partner turnover quite yet, and
told our audience so.

Ruth's nod was understanding as I rocked Kim in my arms.
She was reviving, rather quickly, so, as soon as she could
stand, I found myself chained to Sandi.

It's funny, though, how Sandi just flowed into my arms and
kissed me before we could return to my seat.  Her scratching
my back was completely unexpected... but welcome.

			End Ch 10

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