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The Temptations of Babylon 5 (MF anal con) {Anoninsac}


PART IV

 
I awoke feeling refreshed and alive. The sun was just
coming up and the sky was the half-light half-dark of
early morning. I rolled out of bed and into the bath. 

Afterward, I headed into the kitchen. I looked around
to see if Saeyong was there already, hoping I was
going to get breakfast made for me again. Alas, the
place was empty. I opened the fridge and checked it
out. I wasn't going to starve - it was plenty full. 

I spied the coffee maker sitting on one of the
counters. Now that sounded like just the ticket. I
found the coffee in the third cabinet I checked. The
filters were in the second drawer I checked. I was
getting better. It was a 12 cup model but I didn't
expect an army. I half filled it, added the coffee,
and turned it on. I was rewarded with the burbling
sound of water and the smell of fresh hot coffee. 

Back at the fridge I found some toaster waffles, my
lucky day. Hey, I wasn't a trained cook. This is the
way I ate at my apartment. Toaster waffles are
civilization's solution to bachelor starvation. The
toaster had four slots and the waffles were small. I
popped in four. 

As the waffles heated, I scrounged up some maple
syrup, real Canadian maple syrup. Damn. I usually
settled for imitation. This _was_ my lucky day. A
little more searching and I had a plate and
silverware. I was ready.

I poured a cup of the coffee and burned my fingers
getting the waffles on the plate. I took everything
into the dining room and sat, looking out at the
morning being born. I munched the waffles hardly
tasting them as the morning sky painted the city in an
endless palette of subtle colors. By the time I
finished, day was born. Satisfied, physically and
spiritually, I sat back in the chair and watched San
Francisco come to life.

"Oh," I heard behind me.

I turned to see a beautiful blonde standing completely
nude. I stared. She was gorgeous, her long curly
blonde hair framing her face. Behind her was the
Kandinsky so that she and it were juxtaposed. A
thought flashed in my mind, `Now there is real beauty
- the nude female form. The painting doesn't even come
close.'

"You're up already," she said. "I didn't think you'd
be up so early."

"I'm not usually. Something about this morning though.
I just got up." I stood up and said, "I'm Mike," as an
introduction.

"Oh, sorry, I should have told you who I am. I'm
Tara." 

I once again noted that she was without clothes,
pleasantly noticed I might add. I would have thought
it more unusual had I not been standing there in the
exact same condition, buck naked. `Remember, you are
in that parallel universe now,' I told myself.

She looked at the plate and said, "I was going to fix
you breakfast."

"Too late. I've already had a gourmet repast," I
answered.

"What?"

"Delightful toaster waffles," I told her.

"You should have had something good," she said
annoyed.

"My dear, they were wonderful. Hit the spot."

She came over, picked up the plate and headed to the
kitchen. "Do you want anything more?"

I followed, "Nope, I am fine."

She put the plate in a dishwasher before saying, "I
was going to fix you breakfast."

"I'm sorry Tara. But I'm new here. I don't know the
drill."

She stopped, then smiled and came over to me. She
grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss. "You're
right. You had no way of knowing," as she let me go.
"Do you mind if I fix something?"

"Heck no."

I leaned against the counter. The tile was cold on my
bare butt. Tara pulled out pans and food. I had never
had the opportunity to watch a naked woman like this.
I was fascinated by the way her skin moved on her leg,
the way her breasts moved, the vast expanse of skin on
her back and the way it slid over her muscles and
bones, the way her pussy peeked out from between her
legs when she bent over. Having studied art, I knew
the fascination of artists with the nude. Watching
Tara move around the kitchen, I understood it as never
before. 

She looked at me, saw my expression and asked, "What?"

"You look beautiful," I told her.

A dazzling smile lit her face. "Was it something in
particular?"

"Just watching you move around the kitchen. You could
be a Venus or Aphrodite. What I wouldn't give to have
you modeled right now in marble."

"Thank you. That's quite a compliment," she said.

"Please. I didn't mean to keep you from breakfast," I
told her.

She went back to making herself some breakfast but I
noticed her glancing my way to see if I was still
watching. I wasn't trying to make her self-conscious
but I couldn't help but watch her. 

She had some mushrooms and tomatoes and herbs in one
pan. In the other, she beat some eggs. In no time she
had whipped up a delightful omelet, put some bread in
for toast and poured herself a cup of coffee. I was
wondering how these girls made it look so easy.
Toaster waffles were a chore the way I did them. I
followed her out to the table and sat with her as she
ate.

"So, let me guess. Today is Tara's day to baby sit
me?" I asked.

"What?" She looked startled. "Baby sit?" Then she
laughed. "That's not how it works. One of us always
tries to be here to do things. You know, whatever you
need. Didn't Christine or Saeyong tell you?"

"Yeah, they sort of explained it. But it's possible
they weren't wearing any clothes when they did and I
probably wasn't really listening," I told her.

Tara laughed. "Does that mean you haven't been
listening to me?"

I looked up as if realizing she said something, "What?
Sorry. Did you say something?"

She put her hands on her hips. "In that case I'm going
to go get dressed."

"Wait. I apologize. I beg forgiveness. Please don't
put anything over that beautiful body. You are
gorgeous."

Her face softened. "I bet you say that to all of the
girls."

"I think you know better than that." I said. Our eyes
locked for a moment and I felt a surge of closeness
with Tara. I could tell she felt it as well. I reached
across the table and our hands touched.

"I'm glad you think I'm beautiful," she said.

We were quiet for a while then I asked, "How's
breakfast."

She picked up her fork and said, "It's wonderful."

We talked about nothing at all while she ate. I helped
her clean up and then we went into the front room. We
sat and talked for a while, just getting to know each
other. We had been talking for awhile when I noticed
again that we were both naked. I had started to not
notice. I made a mental note of it. I was changing. I
couldn't imagine anyone in my family sitting around
the house without clothing and being comfortable about
it.

While we were talking, I had noticed the binder Ms.
Sharp had given me. I knew I should look in it. Tara
had gotten up to do something so I picked it up. I
opened it and started thumbing through. 

She returned, saw the binder and said, "Looks like
you'll be busy."

"I guess. Look at this thing."

Tara said, "Glad it's not me. Call me if you need
something."

"Okay," as I went back to reading the binder. The
front page was a financial prepared by a CPA firm.
Each line had footnotes tied to schedules and
supporting tables. I followed one note to a table with
Bonds Owned: value, date purchased, maturity, interest
received, interest due, discount amortized, etc.
Another table, pages long, had Equity Stocks Owned.
Then there were the lists of real estate, each
followed by an income statement for that property. Oh
yes, the REITs were there as well. 'What the hell is a
REIT?' I wondered. Tax basis, cost basis, current
value; my head was swimming.

I called Sharp. As soon as I told the receptionist my
name I was passed on to Ms. Sharp. After the
pleasantries I told her I was getting swamped by the
binder.

"Don't worry. I don't understand all of the accounting
either. That's why we use this firm. They do all of
the accounting and tax work. We use another firm for
investment advice and then check that with an
investment advisor. So you'll always have a check and
balance on anything you do. You can compare and
contrast and combine advice."

I was feeling a little better. "That sounds fine. But
I'm not sure I understand what all of this is."

She said, "It is just a list of assets and
liabilities. Basically, what you own and what you owe.
Jack used to be heavily in Real Estate and bonds. But
due to tax law changes he is pretty heavy into stocks
now. He hated giving money to the IRS."

I laughed, "Me too. Shoot. I'm no businessman. I
studied Political Theory which has no application to
real life."

Ms. Sharp said, "I know. And you could lose that money
faster than Jack amassed it. Money is a free agent. It
flows from laziness and stupidity towards work and
intelligence. It's harsh but it's true. The reason why
so many people aren't rich isn't some conspiracy
keeping them down. It's their own limitations. But who
wants to admit that? Imagine being responsible for you
own condition."

I said. "That's exactly why I'm worried. Believe me,
Jack and I had this conversation many times until he
proved it to me. Political theorists don't generally
buy it, but if you get down to the actual nuts and
bolts, you find the world does work that way. Cost me
a D on a paper from my Marxist professor."

"Take your time. We'll be conservative with your
investments until you get a better handle of them. You
can be very smart by hiring brains and using them.
Smart people hire smart people and then let them work.
You have quite a few smart people working for you. Let
them," she finished.

We talked for a while more about some of the specific
things I didn't understand. She said I should see one
of their investment people about some of my questions.
She'd arrange an appointment. I could meet them and
they could start my education at the same time.

I felt a lot better after the call. I was still
stunned by how big some of these numbers were. I
realized there was a lot more wealth than I had
realized. If I owned just this little bit of San
Francisco and it was worth this much, how much would
all of San Francisco be worth? The number was
staggering. And that was just one city.

I was saved from endless speculation by Tara
announcing lunch. Tara served up a little repast. It
was fun sitting at the table with her, watching her. I
hardly noticed what I was eating. There was no doubt
in my mind that Uncle Jack had excellent taste in
women. As we were finishing lunch, the buzzer sounded.
Tara went off to answer it. I sat back in my chair and
considered my position. It was nice having hot and
cold running girls. But was I ready to have them do
everything for me like these girls were doing? I
hadn't answered a phone or the door or picked up
clothes or really done a thing since I had stepped out
of the elevator. Was that even healthy?

My thoughts were interrupted by Tara. "That was the
lobby. The men with your stuff are downstairs. They
want to bring it up. Go get into some clothes and I'll
tell them to bring it up."

"Oh. I forgot about that stuff." I jumped up from the
table and headed for the bedroom. "Thanks," I said
over my shoulder. 

I still only had the clothes I had worn to the meeting
at the lawyer's office and the jeans the fellow had
brought the first day. Somehow, in the morning they
had magically washed themselves and then found their
way onto hangers. Tara had been with me too much to do
it. It was obvious now that there was a plan being
executed. The girls were meeting me one by one. The
books were mysteriously appearing in my bedroom. The
clothes were mysteriously being cleaned. One thing
about it though, it wasn't a horror movie. There was
no deep thumping portentous music and everything that
was happening was gloriously wonderful.

I put on the clothes and headed to the elevator. Tara
was already there in tight shorts and a skin tight
knit top that hugged her tits. It was very obvious she
was sans bra. Two burly guys were lugging some boxes
on hand trucks. Their eyes were glued to Tara's tits.

She whistled, "Hey. Up here. My eyes are up here." 

The movers glanced up at her, then saw me and smiled
sheepishly. "Uh, where do you want this stuff," one
asked.

"This way," I said and led them to the bedroom. "Just
put the boxes over by the closet," I said pointing.
There were six large cardboard boxes. I realized that
on those two hand trucks was the sum total of my
former life. It wasn't much.

They stacked the boxes and turned to leave. The second
mover asked, "Is that your wife?" And then realizing
how that sounded he continued, "I mean, we didn't mean
to be rude."

"That's okay. She's not my wife. She works for me and
to tell you the truth first time I met her I stared
longer than you did."

"Lucky you," The first mover said. Both of their
face's contained a bit of envy.

I decided to be a bit meaner. They deserved it. "Of
course, she wasn't wearing any clothes the first time
I met her." I turned and led them back toward the
elevator. I hadn't looked at them as I walked back. I
stepped to the side as we reached the elevator. Tara
was holding it open. As the guys went by, their eyes
went to Tara then to me. Before the door closed, I
could see their eyes going back and forth between Tara
and me. I had fucked with their heads, no doubt. As
the door closed, I burst into laughter. I explained to
Tara.

"That was mean," she said giggling. "But so cool.
Dickheads, staring at my tits like that." 

'Maybe,' I thought. But I had stared just as hard at
those tits.

Tara went to clean up the remains of lunch and I went
back to my binder. I was just getting into it when
Tara showed up. I glanced up and felt a momentary
appreciation before looking back at the binder.

Tara bounced into my lap shoving the binder aside and
put her arms around my neck. "Quit ignoring me," she
said.

"I wasn't," I protested. She looked at the binder and
back at me. "Maybe a little," I admitted.

She laughed and asked, "What do you like?"

I knew what she was asking and it wasn't my dessert
preferences. There was a mischievous hunger in her
eyes. "I don't know to be honest. I'm not the most
experienced guy. The girls I knew growing up were too
scared to do much. I didn't have money and a lot of
the Stanford girls didn't much care for a poor bastard
like me. I liked what I did with Christine and
Saeyong," I added helpfully.

Her face became sultry. "Just so you know, I'm the
wild one. I like it hot and hard." She smiled at the
look on my face. "I like anal. Do you?"

I had trouble getting the words out, as images flooded
my mind and the system pressure suddenly spiked. My
cock was rapidly inflating. "I never did that," I
said. "I mean, I thought only gays really did that. I
did see a movie that one guy in the dorm had
downloaded that showed a guy and a girl doing that but
I figured it was just the movies."

She wiggled her ass on my lap rubbing her pussy along
my now hard cock. "Um, it feels like you like the
idea." She stood and grabbed my hand, leading me into
the bedroom. 

Once there Tara slowly stripped off my clothes,
kissing everywhere as she did. She pushed me back onto
the bed and knelt between my legs, now half off the
bed. Her hand slowly stroked my cock as she held my
eye. I watched as her mouth opened and she slowly
engulfed my throbbing cock. The sensations were
incredible as her hot mouth closed around my cock and
her tongue wrapped around it. She started bobbing on
my shaft as her tongue lashed it. 

Her lips and tongue concentrated on the head of my
cock as her hand stroked the slick shaft. I felt the
urge building quickly and my balls pulled up tight.
Tara's hand moved over my cock and her tongue teased
the head. I lost it. I felt the spasm deep in my balls
and then I was blasting my cum into her mouth. She
moaned as the first blast hit her mouth. Another and
then another load of cum burst out of my cock as she
continued stroking it. She was swallowing and moaning
as I emptied myself. A last small squirt and my whole
body went limp. Tara squeezed my cock and milked the
last few drops of cum. She let my cock flop against my
belly as she looked up at me, smiled, licked her lips
and said, "Delicious."

She moved up over me kissing me using her tongue in my
mouth. I tasted my own cum, grossing me out a little.
Tara then stood and went into the bath. I crawled up
on the bed, drained for the moment. She returned with
a tube that she put next to the bed and did a slow
strip tease as I watched. Those tight shorts were so
tight she could barely get them off her beautiful ass.

I had just drained my balls but watching her erotic
moves brought back the first tinglings of an erection.
Jesus, this girl was hot. When she was nude, she posed
and asked me, "Like it?"

"Tara, you are so beautiful. This is like a dream."
She smiled and crawled into bed with me.

"Did you like me sucking you?" she asked.

"Duh, Yeah!" I said.

"Would you do me?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," I said feeling a bit uncomfortable. I
paused and then told her, "I like to lick a girl but I
don't know what a woman really likes."

Tara reached over and put her hand on my cheek, "You
are so cute. Just watch what the woman responds to.
Sex is just communication, a very intimate
communication. Just like talking, you `say' something
and the other person responds. You respond to that
until you reach a perfect understanding. The only
difference is, you usually don't cum while you are
talking," she said laughing. "Come here."

I rolled toward her and we kissed. I broke the kiss
and started kissing lower until I got to her tits. Her
nipples were already standing up. I licked and sucked
her hard nipples before moving south. As I got to her
pussy, her legs parted pulling open the labia and
opening her up. I could smell her arousal. My cock was
hard again from the sight of her pussy and the
excitement of licking her. I kissed along one lip and
then the other, watching her for signs of what she
liked. I put my tongue at the bottom of her slit and
licked all the way up. As it passed over her clitoris
I saw her tense and jerk. I ran my tongue around her
button, teasing it before licking it again. She moaned
and twisted around on the bed. I attacked her pussy,
sucking and licking her whole cunt. She was moaning
and I felt my face getting wet with her juices. 

She pushed my head away and said, "Oh God. I'm ready."
She turned over shoving her ass in the air and said,
"Fuck me."

I got behind her and pressed my cock into her pussy. I
started a slow screw, watching my cock slide in and
out of her pussy as I held onto her tight little ass.
Her brown ring was winking at me and I thought about
what she said, she likes anal. My finger went to her
ass and I touched her ring. It twitched and she moaned
as I rubbed her hole. 

"Yes," she said. She reached over to the table,
grabbed the tube and said, "Put it on my ass."

I squeezed out a glob onto her ass and spread it
around her hole. My finger slid into her as I
continued fucking her. Her pussy spasmed around my
cock as my finger slid into her. 

"Another finger," she said.

I slid another finger into her ass, fucking both her
holes. Tara's head was moving side to side on the bed
as the intense sensations flooded her body, "Another."

I slipped a third finger in. She was very tight but I
felt the muscle relax as she said, "Put lube on your
cock and fuck me."

I grabbed the tube and withdrew my cock from her
pussy. I glooped the lube over my cock and spread it
around. I lined up my cock with her ass and pressed.
"Slowly," Tara moaned. I pressed as slowly as humanly
possible. The feeling was intense and what I really
wanted was to jam my cock up inside her. Finally, the
head of my cock popped into her backside. Again, Tara
moaned. I continued pressing as my cock slowly slid
deeply into her tight hot ass. When I bottomed out
Tara moaned and her ass spasmed around my cock.

"Oh God," she said. "I love a nice hard cock. Do you
like it?"

Holding still was difficult. "Yes, I like it. It's
different. It's really nasty."

Tara laughed. "Sex is only good when it's nasty." She
started moving on my cock as I held still. Soon my
cock was sliding easily in her chute. "Fuck me."

I did. I had just cum and figured I'd last a while. I
was wrong. The nastiness, the perversity of the
backdoor screw was exciting me. I felt the pressure
building as I speeded up. Tara was moaning as my cock,
like a piston, slammed in and out of her ass. Then
suddenly, my orgasm struck. Almost before I knew it, I
felt the rumbles and I was emptying my balls into her
ass. 

As she felt me cumming, Tara reached between her legs,
rubbed her clitoris and joined me. "Oh, God," she
moaned. "Yes, yes, yes..."

I finished, my cock buried to the hilt in her ass. I
felt the last spasms of her cum. Drained, her body
slid down onto the bed and I followed her down, my
cock still buried in her tight ass. We lay like that
getting our breath back. Soon, I felt her moving under
me. I pulled my soft cock from her back door.

She rolled over and said, "Thanks. I needed that." We
kissed again and lay together for a while her hands
roaming over me. 

After a while, she sat up and said, "Let's go get
clean." I followed her into the bath. She started the
shower, a decadent marble tile affair obviously built
for parties. I got in the steaming water with her. She
soaped herself up first and then turned to me and
spread soap over me. "Wash me," she said. I looked for
a cloth but she said, "Use your hands." I slowly ran
my hands over her, spreading the soap everywhere. Her
nipples stood up as I lathered them. I ran my hands
down the crack of her ass and into her ass. She
moaned. I lathered her pussy as well.

She turned to me and started spreading the soap over
my chest. As her hands lathered my cock it once again
responded. This girl had a way with it. Soon it was
hard. She pulled me under the water, rinsing us both,
and then pulled me over as she stood against the wall.
She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my waist.
"Fuck me."

I like to feel I'm cooperative, so I bent my knees,
lined up my cock with her pussy and jabbed it home. We
fucked like that, standing in the shower, the water
running over us. 

We fucked for a while, until I starting feeling it in
my legs. Tara had a series of little orgasms, biting
my shoulder as she did. Finally, she had one big cum,
her nails digging into my back as she screamed. Her
pussy clutched my cock, milking a little cum from it
as I had another orgasm.

My leg muscles were knotting up and I almost fell. I
pulled my cock from her pussy and leaned against the
wall myself.

"Shit," she said. "That was awesome. I'm going to like
having you around."

"Thanks. I hope I live."

She laughed, and pulled me under the water for a kiss.

I was pretty wiped out at this point. Tara had been
right, she was wild. We finished the shower and even
when she washed my cock, it hung unresponsive. The
poor thing was exhausted.

After the shower, Tara told me she was going to make
us an early dinner. It looked like I needed it. I
couldn't argue with her assessment. I rummaged in the
boxes and found some clothes to put on and joined her
in the kitchen. She made a big dinner salad and put
some fresh Ahi that she had lightly grilled on it. It
was delicious, but I hardly noticed still floating in
the post-coital euphoria.

Tara cleaned up the plates and came back to the table.
"You look pretty wiped out."

"Sorry. It may take me a while to be able to keep up
with you," I said.

"I'd like that. But I think you need your rest. I'll
excuse myself. Need anything before I go?" she asked.

"No," I said smiling. "I think right now I'm the
happiest man alive." She smiled, came over and kissed
me, an affectionate kiss, turned, gathered up her
clothes and went out, her ass bouncing with her steps.
I sat watching the city for a while before stumbling
into the bedroom.

In the middle of the bed was a book. I smiled, again
wondering who was orchestrating this whole thing.
Christ, it had better planning than a military siege.
I picked it up, _Stranger in a Strange Land_ by Robert
Heinlein. Apparently Heinlein was my instructor for
this course.

I took off my clothes and fell into bed. There was a
note from Jack in the front. This was a bigger book,
so I skipped to the passages he marked. It was a
little difficult to pick up the characters, but in a
few pages the author had hooked me. Ben Caxton has
fled the 'nest' and Jubal sends him back. The argument
they had was right out of my head. I could have
written the dialogue for their argument. I continued
reading, struck by the description of life in the
`nest.' Wasn't that really what I had here? 

Fascinated, I went to the beginning and proceeded to
read the whole book. I pictured Jubal Harshaw as Uncle
Jack. Whatever he said, I heard it in Uncle Jack's
voice. Jubal's harem was just like Jack's. But I guess
the difference was, in the book, Heinlein made it a
non-sexual harem. Not very realistic. Could a man
really be surrounded by a bevy of beauties who appear
to be quite willing to bed him and not acquiesce? I
doubt it. I think Heinlein was bullied by the mores of
the time and maybe by his editors. Uncle Jack's harem
was more real, sex and friendship, whereas Jubal's
only had friendship. Until later of course. But Jack
and Jubal were just as cantankerous and witty.

I liked the book and lay in bed reflecting on it. The
religion part was a little weird. But without the
religion things made sense. That thought stuck in my
head. _Without the religion, things make sense._

Jack's note at the end of the book was succinct: 

"Don't let them ruin your life. You are free. Thou art
God!"

It was late when I finished the book. My body was
tired, but my mind felt refreshed and eager. I turned
out the lights and the body won. I was asleep quickly,
dreaming about the book. The characters were all mixed
up - Jubal's harem and my harem all blended. Christine
and Anne had come to my bed. Tara and Dorcas crawled
into bed and started making love as Anne started
sucking me to erection. Miriam and Saeyong were there
as well. The dreams got pretty wild.




		
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