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The Wolf Summers
by ElSol
Author's Note: Chapter 10 encompasses 26 years. Someone pointed out that
reading a half-meg chapter in a browser would be a monster pain in the
ass. Considering the time it is taking anyway, I decided to post Chapter
10 at its three logical breaks numbering them 10a, 10b, and 10c.
Hopefully, some of how I bolted the passage of time into one cohesive
chapter will survive the split.
Chapter 10a: In the Cradle of the Pack
The end of a large story
Those three words ended my human summers.
After Erica, the pack ventured wherever I went and anyone wanting
something of me had to reach inside its cradle. Some people would call
that cowardice even if my family insulated me in order to protect their
interests. If I analyzed the situation objectively, I would have to admit
some form of reluctance. Erica made her choice out of fear and habit;
inside of her was a place that wanted to hurt. I made a choice out of not
wanting to experience her again. Other days I consider the way things
turned out similar to what might have happened to Erica: I received a
better offer.
The most comforting consolation was that my fate was sealed on the
deathbed of the only man who had been a father to me.
"Take care of my family, David." His voice was weak but his stare
was still strong. I did not have to ask him who his family was; I knew the
concept encompassed more than Rachel and the twins. I gave him a firm nod
but it was not enough for him. He reached out with a weakened hand to grip
mine.
"Say the words, David," he said quietly.
"I'll take care of our family."
It was a struggle to croak out the words knowing that he would not
see another dawn.
He nodded to me and smiled warmly.
"You are a good son, David," he said in a whisper, "Make me
proud."
He left us that night and those were the last words he spoke. They
should have been 'I love you' to Rachel.
My family did not need me to be what might have made Erica happy.
They required a wolf; the worst among us, one loyal to blood like my
grandfather and Roger had been, like I was. Roger chose 'Make me proud'
over 'I love you' and so did I.
-----
Taylor and I were waiting at my favorite restaurant a week after
the Formal. Michael, Rachel, key members of my family and I had long
discussions about the damage that would occur to Smith Holdings were we
not to pursue the three idiots to the fullest extent of the law. We
arrived at the same conclusion that most corporations come to when facing
similar situations: a protracted battle was not worth the time or expense.
The initial damage was to our company's reputation and keeping the issue
in the financial press would only prolong the bleeding. It was true the
men stood to split millions of dollars but Michael's building of the Smith
Holdings' bankroll made their accumulations drops in a rainstorm. Very few
employees were aware of the exact size of Smith Holdings' piggybank since
such public knowledge would have made Michael and Rachel even more
vulnerable. Roger left Smith Holdings debt free and profitable; Michael
spent years preparing for the expansion that would come with the last of
the Smith's inheritance.
The Feds were hounding the three outlaws and drawing blood at
every turn. It was better for Smith Holdings to cooperate with them than
to carry the torch. The idiots were squeezed between the scrutiny of the
federal government and Smith Holdings' official version of the truth: they
were incompetent morons who could not lead ants to a picnic. They might
have sued for libel but a civil court's lesser evidentiary requirements
would have given us the freedom to crucify them as part of the public
record, not to mention recover some of the money in countersuit.
Marisa's suggestion did have merit though and I was willing to
empower someone else to sink and twist the knife. Taylor was squirming
nervously in the chair occasionally sneaking glances at me from the corner
of her eye. The Coven had spent the last week beginning the process of
making her something Marisa could treasure. Taylor had done her share of
complaining but shut up when I asked if I should start looking into
businesses for her in rustic places, like Alaska.
"They're here, David," Taylor said with the new respect the Coven
added to her voice. I smiled at the memory of Tawny losing it, red hair
flying about, at the first and last time Taylor spoke to me in a voice
laced with sarcasm. I was looking forward to using the two wives as
Tawny's scratching posts; better them than me.
Samantha Jones and Elizabeth Shell looked extremely unhappy as
they sat down across from Taylor and I.
"Why is she here?" asked Samantha, the obvious leader. Samantha
had salon blonde hair and her makeup was exquisite. Her plain brown eyes
sparked with hatred as she looked at Taylor. I noticed at the Formal that
while she had been surgically augmented, most of her trim body was
acquired at the gym behind a helpful personal trainer.
Elizabeth was the homely sidekick of the prom queen. Not that she
was unattractive, but her visage projected a self-image forged by the
insecurities of other women. She had all of my mother's curves in a
package that was four inches shorter. Samantha was in for a surprise if
Elizabeth did not agree to what I wanted. I considered my bringing out of
Elizabeth's full potential a public service.
Elizabeth was watching Samantha but my intense study made her turn
her chocolate eyes towards me. I smiled at her; Samantha did not like that
either.
I turned to look at Samantha.
"Samantha, I would appreciate it if you moderated the tone of your
voice while speaking to me," I said quietly. Taylor straightened up having
discovered what it signified when I spoke in that manner. Her ass probably
still ached from her last encounter with my chagrin. I had not laid a
single finger on her but Brittany despised hearing that tone of voice and
she made Taylor pay dearly for making me use it. I began to think that
everyone woman in my life was waiting for her opportunity to discipline
Taylor.
"Why the fuck should I care what you want when I am speaking to
you? It's not like you haven't done a great job of fucking me over this
week."
Samantha continued to raise her voice as she spoke. She was
fraying at the edges as her husband's status and consequently her status
deteriorated on a daily basis.
"Please don't speak to him like that," Taylor said in a warning
whisper. "It makes the girls very angry."
"What?" Elizabeth asked. Taylor's change in demeanor was enough to
momentarily shock her out of her ingrained quiet.
"His women," Taylor said looking at me. "They don't like it when
you talk like that to him. Especially Brittany! God, she hates it. If she
turns against you, Rachel will stand with her. You need Rachel on your
side if you want any of the funds your husbands stole."
Elizabeth's natural intelligence was on display as she studied me.
She heard and digested all of the key words. Samantha's eyes showed
cunning and a mercenary's desire to push for every scrap of flesh.
"What are you talking about? Why should I care about what any of
those bitches dislike?" Samantha said with contempt.
I took a deep breath and stared at Samantha.
"Are you stupid or trying to goad me?" I asked her.
Samantha was staring at Taylor who was aghast and all but
shivering in reaction to the implications of my last words. Samantha
turned to me in surprise.
"What have you done to her?" she asked looking back at Taylor.
Elizabeth was also studying Taylor but she had the instincts and common
sense to be afraid.
"To her discredit as well as misfortune, Taylor made me take
decisive action against her."
"Why are we here?" Elizabeth said before Samantha could respond to
my description of Taylor's situation. I smiled at Elizabeth, less than
five minutes with me and she was already putting herself forward.
"Well, ladies. Your two husbands, as well as Idiot Number Three,
stand to profit in the millions from their betrayal of Smith Holdings."
Samantha snorted derisively at the thought that anyone had
profited. I bowed my head in acknowledgement that those millions were not
touchable while the three were under the federal thumbscrews.
"While the money is untouchable now, I believe they will
eventually have access to it since Smith Holdings is more interested in
recovering lost ground than getting that money back."
Elizabeth took Samantha's hand and shook her head before she could
interrupt. I was unsure who was the more surprised of the two that she had
been so bold.
"Of course, there is one outcome Smith Holdings would consider a
satisfactory ending to this affair, something I would most like to see
happen."
Samantha did not need Elizabeth to tell her she should be polite
now. She looked out the window and I could feel her thinking about the
ramifications of my statement.
"You want us to have all the money?" she asked when she turned
around to look at me.
"I wouldn't go that far. Let's say that given the circumstances I
would prefer the two of you see a majority of the profit from your
husbands' theft," I clarified.
"What do you mean by majority?" Elizabeth asked; she had
straightened in her chair and her ample breasts were almost being offered
to me.
"I would like to see your husbands left with half of the total
wages and payout they would have garnered if they had waited for my
eventual takeover of power in Smith Holdings."
They both looked confused for a moment and looked at each other.
"I thought you had taken over Smith Holdings," Samantha asked.
I looked at her for a moment.
"Do you think a nineteen year old can run a business as complex as
Smith Holdings?" I asked her seriously.
Intelligence flashed in Samantha's eyes, and then curiosity.
"I am Roger Smith's ultimate answer for his company's success, and
I have the absolute loyalty of everyone that matters," I said quietly.
"But what I know about his companies barely qualifies me for the lowest
management position IF they were willing to hire someone with no
experience and an incomplete education."
I hesitated and looked out the window before finishing.
"I will protect Smith Holdings even from myself."
"Then I do not see that you have anything to offer us," Samantha
said; she managed to inject her voice with some respect.
I studied her; anyone that could adjust that quickly was worth a
second look.
"Your husbands, the other idiot and Taylor were protected by
Michael and Rachel's natural kindness. It is a losing proposition for
Smith Holdings to pursue a vendetta against all of you, therefore
vengeance is my responsibility."
"How are we going to get to the money?" Samantha asked warily.
"You WERE planning on divorcing your idiots, correct?" I asked
curtly.
Elizabeth nodded with confidence. Samantha simply raised an
eyebrow to ask if this time I was being stupid.
"What would you do to possess your husbands' full financial
picture as put together by Smith Holdings and the federal government?"
"Anything!" Samantha said quickly. Elizabeth looked at Samantha
and then at me; her eyes were trying to calculate what that word would
cost her.
"But wait that's not all!" Taylor said in a sarcastic version of a
talk show host voice.
I looked at Taylor and she blushed.
"How are we going to get around Smith Holdings and the federal
government so that the money can be a part of the divorce settlement?"
"Funny you should ask," I said with a smile.
They both leaned towards me in expectation.
"Smith Holdings is not interested in that money and the federal
government wants an indictment on the unmarried idiot."
"What did Jacob do?" Elizabeth asked anxiously.
"Jacob crossed the line. We're pretty sure that your husbands did
not go with him but the Feds are hoping that like Taylor they had enough
survival instincts to get their hand on the information needed to save
their own asses if their plan went sour."
I looked from one to the other.
"The Feds and State prosecutors want to come to an immunity
agreement with your husbands. They want to put an equitable split of the
assets on the table. As long as they were not involved in Jacob's
adventure, they would be allowed to keep their share of those assets."
Samantha nodded for me to continue.
"The details of the proposed agreement did not make Smith Holdings
happy. The state cares because Smith Holdings employs a sizeable voting
and taxpaying workforce. Our influence is far-reaching and angering us
could lose people their political offices. The feds normally would not
give a shit except that in the last year a few products sold exclusively
to them by Smith Holdings have seen some marked improvement. A few people
came down on the federal prosecutor insisting that if a fucking of Smith
Holdings was in the works someone had better give us a reach-around."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that your husbands assets will remain frozen for the
length of the federal trial except for any separation and divorce
settlements."
They sat back in their chairs and lost themselves in their
thoughts. Samantha recovered first and looked hard at me.
"I've looked at both your histories with your husbands," I said.
"Samantha, your daddy was a major force in getting your husband ahead.
Elizabeth, you've given up some dreams for your husband's career."
They both nodded slowly.
"With the right judge, a generous reconciliation, especially
considering the air of treason surrounding your husbands, is not out of
the question. The judge might even lean towards using you as a way of
punishing your husbands since no one else will."
"How do we get in front of a judge like that?" Samantha asked.
Taylor put a business card in front of each of them.
"There is the divorce specialist at the law firm Smith Holdings
uses. He has already begun the paperwork and is willing to cash in some
favors to get in front of the favorite judge of divorcing women all over
this state. I hear the man gets a mountain of Christmas cards every year,
not to mention he is never without attractive divorced female company."
Samantha sat back smiling to herself.
"What do you get out of this?" Elizabeth asked.
Taylor let out a small laugh and nodded her head at Elizabeth. Her
reaction got Samantha's attention and she focused on me.
"You did not strike me as the generous type at the Formal," she
said quietly.
I smiled at her.
"You're absolutely right; normally you would not be someone I
would be so generous to."
"This is also very indirect for it to be vengeance. You would want
their blood warming your hands," Elizabeth said to me.
I nodded my head at her.
"So what do you gain out this?" Samantha said getting back to the
point.
I hesitated as I considered the best way to present what I wanted.
"Just lay it out on the table, David. It will make it a lot easier
to say yes," Elizabeth said. There was a flash in her eyes telling me she
knew what was coming.
"Okay," I said. "My mother said that when it's over millions of
dollars a woman has the luxury of believing she's not whoring herself out.
Is that clear enough for you?"
Samantha sat back stunned.
Elizabeth leaned forward to look into my eyes.
"How often and for how long?" she asked.
"As often as I want, when I want, how I want," I said with clipped
tones.
Elizabeth nodded.
"For how long?" she repeated
"Until two years after the finalization of your divorces."
"Is this how a boy like you gets his pussy?" Samantha asked
angrily.
"Shut the fuck up, Samantha!" Elizabeth said harshly turning to
look at Samantha. They stared at each other for a couple of minutes and
struggled for control of the relationship. Samantha had no chance though,
my mother was right, millions of dollars does come with some luxuries.
Samantha looked away finally and nodded.
"I want that whore though!" Elizabeth said looking at Taylor who
flinched at the tone of her voice. I shook my head wondering how stupid a
man had to be to throw away a love that strong.
"Why not?" Elizabeth asked.
"I wasn't shaking my head at you, I was thinking about what an
idiot you have for a husband."
Elizabeth nodded and looked at Taylor. I reached under my chair
and put the rose length box that was underneath it on the table. All the
women looked at it, Taylor's eyes had fear and something else in them.
"What is that?" Samantha asked.
"If you agree to this, you move out of your husband's homes
tonight."
Elizabeth nodded.
"You don't touch another man until our time is up."
Elizabeth nodded again.
"Women are free game as long they had or are willing to have sex
with me."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow but did not protest.
"You will have one other responsibility," I said reaching to open
the box letting them see the black riding crop inside. "You will train
Taylor to be a good pet for my baby sister."
It was if someone had dropped a silence grenade among the three
women.
Samantha and Elizabeth broke their gaze from the crop and looked
at me. Taylor could not take her tearing eyes off the crop.
"Taylor chose a Michael she wanted over the Michael she had," I
said. "She has recently discovered that the Michael she loved was the one
whom she was with. Unfortunately for her, my baby sister is now the one
that Michael wants, the one he is with and the one he loves. I offered to
give Taylor as a pet to my sister. On the return of Michael and Marisa
from their honeymoon, she will become to my sister's adoring pet and be as
close to the man she loves as she can ever get again."
Both women had moved beyond stunned.
"I know that Taylor believes that Marisa and Michael won't last
and this is just a penance she has to pay to have a second chance with
Michael. Of course, she doesn't know my sister as well as I do."
Both women's eyes moved from Taylor to me and then back to Taylor
for a couple of minutes. Elizabeth reached into the box and pulled the
crop up holding it in front of her. She smiled as she looked at it
realizing the pleasure using it would give her.
"I expect Taylor to remain mark free," I said. "But if she
misbehaves around me or someone in my family, I am sure the women will use
that crop on the all three of you as punishment."
"You expect us to agree to this?" Samantha asked surprised.
"I'm giving you all the power in your divorce, which means
millions and I'm handing over part of the reason you are here. Is what I
am asking really too much?"
Samantha looked at Elizabeth who stared back.
"It is not like you're going to be my pets; none of you fit into
my life. I don't want you to be a part of my life, but the thought of
occasional weekend getaways does have an allure."
They looked at each other, but I had to smile as Elizabeth's grip
on the crop tightened.
"I'll tell you what, I'll go to the bar and have a drink. When
you've decided, send Taylor to me. She needs practice with fetching
anyway."
I got up to and pushed my chair in. I looked at both of them and
then challenged them before I left.
"Feel free to ask Taylor what's its like to be in my bed when I
don't like you. Then try to imagine what it'll be like if the two of you
help me get even with your idiots."
I could watch the three of them talking from my seat. I ordered
them drinks and had seltzer water while talking to the bartender. He asked
why I was sitting at the bar when the women were apparently with me. He
humored me when I told them that two of the women were deciding whether to
be my sex slaves or not.
Taylor came up to sit in the chair next to me. She handed me the
crop and nodded her head. The bartender's eyes widened at the crop. I
looked around and decided to have a little fun since we had come early
enough to be alone in the restaurant. I turned Taylor around and
positioned her on her knees on the stool. I handed the crop to the
bartender.
"Do what comes naturally, but don't make any marks or let anyone
see."
I walked around to stand in front Taylor. I lifted her chin so she
could look at me. There were tears of humiliation in her eyes but they had
been keeping her company for the last week.
"Stay there until he's done," I commanded. "You're allowed to
think its Michael doing it if it will make you feel better."
I went to sit down with the women.
"Where's Taylor?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"The bartender did not believe you two were deciding whether to
agree to my conditions so I left him with the crop and Taylor."
"OH FUCK NO!" Samantha said angrily. "If I'm doing this, that
bitch is mine!"
She pushed her chair back hard enough to tip it over and nearly
ran to the bar. A minute later, Taylor hurried toward us with Samantha on
her tail. Taylor sat down gingerly not looking at anyone at the table.
Samantha sat and looked at Taylor curiously.
"She was enjoying it," Samantha said looking at Elizabeth. It
surprised Elizabeth who looked at me.
"You're not going to enjoy what we do together?" I asked
Elizabeth. She gave me a small smile.
"Where are we going to live if we move out of the idiots' homes
tonight?" she asked me. I smiled at her use of my word for the three.
"Taylor has plenty of room."
"The divorce is going to take a long time and we don't have jobs,"
Samantha said pushing against me to see if I had thought things out.
I had not, but Marisa had things lined up even if she did not know
about Taylor.
"The lawyers will take care of that, I mean there is such a thing
as interim alimony while you're separated."
"Do you have the judge that firmly in your pocket?" Elizabeth
asked incredulously.
"Ladies, you've devoted your best years to husbands who are under
federal investigation. Your husbands' best friend is facing indictment for
espionage. An indictment your own husbands can only avoid by being
witnesses for the government. We all feel a great deal of sympathy for
what you must be going through."
"Do you use what other people expect you to feel to turn things
your way all the time?" Elizabeth asked bitterly.
"Have I answered every one of your questions honestly?" I asked.
Elizabeth nodded slowly.
"What more do you expect from someone who had to save his family
from your husbands?"
"Why do I think that our husbands got caught in something between
your family and the Smiths?" Samantha asked quietly looking at me.
"Your husbands would have walked away well compensated had they
been loyal. Does the 'why' of things matter if they hung you out to dry?"
Elizabeth shook her head gently.
"When do we start?" Samantha asked opening her menu.
I looked at her; she noticed the silence and looked up.
"You've taken care of everything, right?" she said with a shrug.
"You're paying for the lawyers. You have all the financial data and
motivation to decimate my soon-to-be ex-husband. You're willing to give me
a toy to play with. You're not bad looking and you must be a fantastic
fuck or else that bitch wouldn't have enjoyed being cropped by a
stranger."
I raised an eyebrow.
Samantha looked down at her menu and thought about what to eat
before continuing.
"I'm fucked. If I look at it objectively, this might be the best
way out. If Rachel had chosen my husband it would NOT have ended this well
for me. On the other hand had he behaved himself and allowed you to
compensate him he would have probably replaced me with a younger woman
eventually. You're willing to un-fuck me. In return you want me to turn
the knife for you in divorce court; like that's something I don't want to
do anyway. You also want to fuck me every now and then with a dick instead
of the unsatisfying ways my husband took me to the wall. Let me think, I
get back at my husband while being a kept woman for a few years, and then
I walk away with most of his money."
Elizabeth let out a small bark of laughter and put her hand over
her mouth while blushing.
"I love it when you put it that way," she said with a little
giggle.
It was a quiet meal during which the women tried to act casual as
if we had not just completed the negotiation of their lifetime and in so
doing they had surrendered to all of my demands. We drove to Elizabeth's
house first and the moving people were waiting. Samantha shook her head
and drove to her house to greet her own set of movers. Brittany had
organized the entire process so I drove to Taylor's house and waited in
the study for them to arrive.
It was evening before someone interrupted my studies. The material
was similar to a class I had already taken so I was having a hard time
focusing with the noise outside the room. There was a brief knock to
announce that everything was ready and I put my books away. They were
waiting in the living room. Taylor looked nervous while the two women were
sharing courage from a bottle of white wine. Brittany was sitting watching
all of them. I thought Tawny was supposed to be present but shrugged as I
sat down.
Elizabeth and Samantha looked at me.
"I haven't had sex with anyone other than my husband for years,"
Elizabeth announced quietly.
"Would it make you feel better if you started with Samantha?" I
asked.
"You can't ask us to!" Samantha said after a moment of surprised
reaction.
"It's millions, Samantha," Brittany said coldly from her chair.
"We can ask you anything, can't we?"
"I've never!" Samantha said looking at Elizabeth who was quietly
studying me ignoring Samantha's distress.
"Elizabeth!" Samantha exclaimed in exasperation. Elizabeth turned
her head to look at Samantha.
"I tried it before I met my husband, for awhile I thought I might
be a lesbian. David discussed it at the restaurant you just were not
paying attention."
"I KNOW what he said. I just didn't think he really meant we had
to participate," Samantha said angrily.
"Does it change anything, Samantha?" Elizabeth said with her eyes
blazing the anger she had been holding in since she discovered how deep
her husband had buried her. "If I have to fuck you, Brittany, Taylor and
every other woman that takes his dick, it will NOT make it any worse than
what my husband has already done to me."
Elizabeth turned her face and the tears were pouring down her
cheeks. She had accepted that she had to cut the connections to her
husband for good. Samantha sat quietly as her own tears escaped her.
We sat with only the noise of our breathing to hold us until we
heard the front door open. I turned to look at Brittany who was smiling.
Marelin walked into the room naked except for black high heels,
and a silk choker. Her hair was in a tight braid; she looked embarrassed
at having to walk naked from the car to the house. As always, I enjoyed
looking at her naked body. She negotiated the room to sit beside Taylor.
Tawny came in behind a couple of minutes later carrying some metal
tubes. She was wearing black patent leather from toe to the bands keeping
her hair from her face. Elizabeth and Samantha sucked in a hard breath at
the sight of the miniature dominatrix. I swallowed a smile as Tawny turned
to wink at me. She looked as hot as a steam pipe. While I did not know
what she had planned, I hoped her plans included my fucking her later.
Brittany got up from her chair to help Tawny set things up. They
must have discussed it beforehand because they worked in concert without
words. The metal pipes turned into two stands with a crossbar at the top.
I looked at them curiously wondering what it was for. Brittany sat back
down.
Tawny looked at Taylor and it was not a happy look.
"I'm sorry," Taylor said quickly. "We had guests."
Taylor looked at me pleadingly. Tawny looked at me with a
question. I looked at Elizabeth and Samantha and noticed their eyes were
moving from voice to voice.
"Explain it to them so they can understand, Tawny," I commanded.
Tawny nodded.
"Strip!" she said to Taylor who could not take her clothes off
fast enough. Tawny turned to look at Elizabeth and Samantha.
She turned back to Taylor and Marelin pointing to the stands. The
two ladies moved over to them but looked confused. Tawny guided them to
the front of the stands and pulled their arms back so that they were
holding the crossbar behind them. It forced their chests out and they had
to lean back a little almost pointing their pubic bone to the women on the
chairs.
Julie crept into the room quietly and moved to sit on the arm of
Brittany's chair. Tawny stood between Taylor and Marelin. She pulled a
crop out of a long pocket in her tailored outfit. I thought the move was
way cool and checked out the other leg to see if it had one in there too.
Tawny looked at the women and moved the crop so that the head was touching
Marelin's belly button. Tawny pulled the head back with a hand bending the
crop. She released it and it made a satisfying stinging snap against the
skin. Marelin expelled her breath and went up on her toes in reaction. It
had not hurt but instead created an itch-like feeling she wanted to rub
away.
Tawny did the same to Taylor. Her reaction was a little more
sexual because of the foreplay in the restaurant. She wriggled her
shoulders and her legs looking like she was ready to fold.
"Here's the deal, ladies," Tawny said moving a little in front of
the two women. "You've agreed to David's conditions but you probably don't
understand all of the possibilities for you inside those conditions."
She flicked the crop back to catch Marelin on the meat of her
right thigh. The crop sang as Tawny swung it around, switching hands
holding the crop, to catch Taylor on the meat of her left thigh.
"You can give yourself completely to David and be treated like his
woman."
She turned a little and with flicks of her wrists caught Marelin's
left thigh and Taylor's right.
"Or you can be treated like one of these."
She demonstrated what that meant for the next ten minutes. Tawny
turned away from the two sitting women so that she could concentrate on
her work. I had taught her how to control the crop so that it almost did
not sting when she made contact with it. It was something Blanca taught me
and in our time together I perfected the stroke on Carolina and her.
Tawny used the crop on every exposed inch of Taylor and Marelin's
front. She did not touch face or genitals but every other inch of the two
women had a light rose tinge when she was done.
"Turn!" Tawny said in a heated voice. Both women turned in unison
to hold the crossbar. They both leaned into it a little to accentuate the
position of their asses.
Tawny took even more time turning this side the same color as
their fronts. Each touch of the crop was carefully and systematically
placed until only one spot on each was left uncolored. Tawny turned to the
two fully dressed women whose eyes could not get any wider and smiled.
"There are rewards to being treated like this," She said bringing
the crop down a little harder than before on Taylor's uncovered spot. It
was in the very center of the small of her back.
"There are rewards to being David's woman," she said bringing the
crop down on Marelin's spot.
"Right now, the plan is to treat both of you like his women, if
you cross him or any of us you will become peers to these two. Do you
understand?" Tawny asked them with a voice centered in steel.
Both women nodded their head slowly.
Tawny moved to sit on the other arm of Brittany's chair and looked
at the two naked women.
"Taylor. Marelin," she said brightly.
The both turned their heads to her. There was a touch of
humiliation in each but it could not hide the heat in their bodies as they
held on by the barest of threads.
"You can take care of each other."
It was a wrestling match.
It took a couple of minutes to get enough coordinated action so
that they were in a 69 position. They attacked each other's pussies and
rubbed every body part they could get to as the pleasure of cooperation
superseded the need for immediate relief. It was only a minute after the
mouths covered the pussies that they came in almost perfect unison.
"Oh fuck!" Taylor screamed as the orgasm in Marelin caused her to
bear down on Taylor's pussy, which pushed Taylor over the edge. It was a
long orgasm for both women and when they were done they straightened
themselves so they could kiss. The initial need having been sated, they
took their time making sure that each inch on their body that needed
attention got it.
"Taylor is not allowed clothing if David is in the house or is
expected. If there are guests, she has to get rid of them or deal with
being naked. If you live here, you are expected to enforce that and any
other Taylor Rule. If you don't, you will be subject to the same rules. Do
you understand?" Tawny said looking at Elizabeth and Samantha.
Both women nodded dumbly as they watched the two writhing women on
the ground. Tawny stood up and cracked the crop on the naked women's
behinds.
"Take this to Taylor's room," Tawny said. Both women got up and
moved out of the room. Julie got up and followed.
"I'll give them something to focus on," she said to me as she
walked out.
Tawny sat down to look at the Elizabeth and Samantha.
"The one condition WE have is that both of you sleep with me
first," Brittany said from her chair.
We all turned to look at her. It was the first I heard of it and
from the look on Tawny's face it was a surprise to her too.
"That is the law as it was passed down to me. It is my job to
ensure that you will be everything David might want or need you to be
until this is over," Brittany said looking at the two women hard. "There
is no in-between; David is being generous and we expect the best for him."
She hesitated for a second to smile at me as if I were being a
wonderful little boy by doing this for the two women.
"If you have thoughts of turning this to more of advantage than
you are already receiving, get rid of them now. Enjoy your time with
David, blame having to live through every fantasy you ever had on him and
love or hate every second of it, it doesn't matter," she said to them.
"But do not cross us, ladies. Be aware, it will not be David that
comes after you, and if we must, WE will not be kind to you."
I think it that was that particular moment in time when both wives
finally apprehended the full gravity of the situation. They looked at each
other then at Brittany again. Elizabeth motioned to the hallway with her
head. They both got up and we could hear the whispers between them. They
came back after fifteen minutes and sat down again. They looked at each
other then at Brittany. They gave one hard nod accepting Brittany's offer,
I thought it was my offer but it was not the first time I had made that
mistake.
I shrugged.
"Tawny, can you show them to the master bedroom," Brittany said.
Tawny got up and motioned with her hand. The women walked behind
Tawny as she left the room. Brittany moved from her chair to pick up the
crop Tawny had left behind. She stood at my feet and handed it to me.
"Can you take Tawny home, David?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I think you should take one of the stands, it was probably a
suggestion about what she needed."
I nodded again. She leaned down and stroked my face before giving
me a soft kiss. She looked at me, gave me another peck and walked out of
the room.
Tawny's outfit had a clever design. She was holding the crossbar
at her back when she told me it peeled off. I was naked and hard, but had
to stop and ask if it was customized.
She nodded.
Tawny had become the most militant and intimidating female in the
Coven, even if Brittany was obviously the High Priestess. I peeled off the
left arm of the outfit and she was left with black leather bands at her
triceps and wrist. I took the right arm off.
It was very sexy to see her dressed like that drenched in sweat as
I stripped more and more of the outfit off. I did not use the crop until
she was only wearing bands on her arms, neck and thighs, a leather bra,
leather panties and knee high boots.
I gave her the same treatment she had used on Marelin and Taylor
but with a little more force. She dropped her head back when partway
through the process I tore the bra off and slapped both of her nipples.
She gasped at the sensation but moaned when I took them into my mouth and
sucked hard. I turned her around and worked her back while waiting for the
right moment.
Everything was made to peel off so her panties gave immediately to
a pulling pressure. I left her ass for last but used my hand instead of
the crop. She moaned out her pleasure at the feel of my skin on her
asscheeks.
"God! Please David!" she whispered as I opened her asscheeks. I
was already aligned so I fucked my dick into her hard. She was wet and
ready but her body still stopped me halfway into her. She collapsed and I
followed her down. She was barely able to hold her ass up as I pulled back
and fucked through her body's tightness. It felt like I was in a wet
furnace. She screamed as the pressure of the day was released. Her pussy
squeezed my dick and I put more weight on her ass to ride out the waves of
her pleasure.
She came down from her high, and reached behind her to spread her
own asscheeks.
"Fuck me hard, David," she said harshly.
I did exactly what we both wanted. I grabbed her waist, pulled
back and dropped into her pussy hard. I felt her body give me every inch
of depth it could surrender. I pulled back and pounded into her again.
It was the first time I had been so brutal with Tawny but it was
both what she wanted and she needed. She was submitting to me as a needful
consequence of her domination of Taylor and Marelin. I fucked in and out
of her and every few strokes I felt a small orgasm explode deep inside
Tawny as her body mushroomed into something both of us wanted.
When it happened, her body locked me in place completely inside
her. Her pussy pulsed as an orgasm unlike anything she ever experienced
took over her entire body. She always enjoyed our sex but that night was
the first time that we lived her fantasy. Her pussy drew the orgasm from
my body as it insisted that I give up the last thing required to make the
night perfect. I came in three hard shots as my own pressure was released
inside her body.
Tawny and I were lying in bed with me on top having just finished
a missionary style mating when the phone rang. The sex we had after the
ritual was necessary to return to a semblance of normalcy after visiting
the deepest and darkest parts of her sexual being. I moved to her side so
she could answer it.
The phone in my room and the cell phone that I never turned on
were additions to my life I had been forced to make after the Formal. The
phone in my room had not rung once for me the entire week; three sorority
sisters slept in the room after all. After the third day of calls I
stopped answering it; the girls seemed happy with that arrangement.
"Hello?" Tawny said in a very satisfied voice.
Somehow, the phone always rang after the woman who answered it had
been well fucked. I wondered if it was the reason that I was getting even
more signs of invitation from the other sorority sisters.
"Okay, I'll tell him," Tawny said before hanging up.
She hung up the phone and sat up on the bed. She pulled the
blanket over us and lay down with her back to me. She grabbed my arm and
pulled it over her body. She opened her legs and placed my hand so I was
cupping her pussy. Whenever I slept with one of my women they all
anticipated falling asleep with my hand on one of their sexual parts; I
was probably the one that enjoyed it the most but they made it seem like
it was their idea.
She wriggled back into me to get comfortable. Her hair smelled
like lavender as I buried my face in it and took a deep breath.
"Brittany says next Saturday would be a good day for you to take
Elizabeth and Samantha. She says Samantha is a little shy but Elizabeth
fucks likes every orgasm she has causes her husband pain."
I nodded into her hair and pulled her lower body tighter to me.
Elizabeth and Samantha settled in after watching their husbands
taken away in handcuffs on television. The husbands were surprised that
the federal agents knew their wives had moved out, were filing for
separation and were preparing divorce papers.
Marelin stopped making believe she did not enjoy the things I
'made' her do. I thought that after a month or so Erica would stop seeing
so much of me but at one of our dinners she told me that her mother
insisted that it would be in Erica's best interest to keep me as a friend.
Brittany laughed so hard she fell off the couch when she heard that. The
Lee twins asked for time to reward Marelin for her selflessness. Marelin
immediately stopped protesting her situation the moment she recognized the
excitement in the Lees' eyes as they told her what they were planning to
do.
Tawny took charge of Taylor, Elizabeth and Samantha. She told me
that Samantha became very interested in making sure Taylor behaved after
her first cropping. Taylor was caught wearing panties as I stepped into
the house for my first sexual experience with the two wives. Normally, I
would not have employed the crop because it was my first time with them
but Elizabeth insisted on our abiding by the letter of Brittany's law.
Samantha liked using the crop much more than she enjoyed being on the
receiving end of it.
-----
I was beginning to settle into a routine that I though would carry
through the rest of my college days when my swim coach called to have a
meeting. I met him in his office on the second day of August.
"Sit down, David," he said, pointing to a chair in front of his
desk.
I sat down and looked at him curiously. Our freshman season had
not gone as well as we hoped. The twins had performed well, but it was the
first time I had swum against more talented swimmers. I was a strong
support player but the rest of the team was not strong enough put us in
the top five nationally.
"David, I'd like to talk to you about your Olympic future," Coach
started.
I sat up in my chair having not expected that from him. He waved
for me to relax.
"David, the truth is that Sean and Patrick are not going anywhere
you don't lead them," Coach said almost to himself. "For all intents and
purposes, you are the third twin."
I snorted and he waved me off again.
"I don't mean it that way; they are too close to let somebody else
in. What I mean is they don't have very much ambition or direction,
David."
I nodded; everyone knew that about the twins. The Lees told me
even their painting was done without thought to their works being shown
and sold someday.
"It seems like somewhere along the line they decided you would
provide their ambition and drive. Those two girlfriends probably have
taken over most of those duties but in the pool you're still the lynchpin.
If you stopped swimming, I'm sure they wouldn't last a month on the team."
"How does that affect me and the Olympics?" I asked shrugging at
his point.
"The twins won't go if you don't go, David," Coach said. "They
just don't care."
I came to the same conclusion about the situation after the twins
passed up the Olympic Games the year before. There was no reason for them
not to go, but there was also no compelling reason for them to compete.
"So I have swimmers who are God's gift in the pool, and the only
way to get them there is to get you there also."
"Coach, I'm not that good," I said.
"No, you're not," he agreed with me. "But you're their equal in a
relay."
"No way!" I said.
"In relays, people relax, David. A weight they can share means
they try less. You try harder."
He sat for a couple of minutes looking at the wall. I waited for
the punch line.
"You're good enough, David," he said finally.
"Coach, I lost a lot of races this year," I said carefully.
"You didn't do medleys because we had a pair of good seniors."
"Exactly, there are better swimmers out there."
"No, David," he said forcefully, "There are more talented bodies
out there, but I'm not ready to say there are better swimmers."
"I don't understand."
"David, we've improved you as a swimmer brick by brick for years
now. You've done everything I asked, exactly how I asked."
"I did what was needed to keep up with the twins," I said.
"How many people would have done that?" he asked.
"I don't care about other people, it was something I needed to
do," I said.
"You will do what you need to do, right?"
I nodded.
"The twins are the most talented swimmers I've ever coached but
you may be the best."
I laughed at that until I saw he was holding his hand out to
stifle my response and his eyes were dead serious.
"I'm not talking about the best swimmer but the best student."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Do you want the twins to go to the Olympics?"
"Of course I do. They're the best. They deserve it."
He nodded.
"David, the seniors were better medley swimmers than you were at
the beginning of the season. You improved and they didn't. No one on the
team, except the twins, is better than you at medleys or relays right now.
You and I have accomplished that."
I nodded to him. I had worked hard and was sure I would be a
medley starter my sophomore season.
"In three years, we can make you the best in the world."
"Coach, there are better people out there!"
"I am not denying there are more talented, but I don't believe
anyone out there is willing to put in the time necessary to beat you if we
set your goal at two individual medley gold medals."
His voice made me pay attention.
"The twins are the best, no doubt! On the other hand, your
technique is just as good, but you've worked harder for it. We're down to
shaving an inch or two of imperfection from your strokes and building your
endurance to use power where other people use talent. We can beat them
inside the pool by beating them outside the pool."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Your teammates don't fear the twins, David. They know they can't
beat them, but you're different. Some of them have the talent but they
don't have the wherewithal to beat you. Every time you prevail in the pool
they know it's THEIR fault."
"So, what does that do for me?"
"They give up. We can make every player cede the gold to you. No
one except for you gives everything they have in every practice, no one
except for you has a good day every day, and no one except for you is a
slave to technique. We can beat them in their minds and make them quit at
the practice pool, David."
I sat back at my chair and looked at him.
"Why?" I asked him.
"A teacher can learn as much as he teaches from the right pupil."
"What can you learn from me?" I asked confused.
"Not a lot."
I shrugged the question.
"If the twins win gold David, it's their gold. I barely did more
than teach them the strokes. God made them that way. With you, it would be
beyond anyone's expectations. You provide the work and the will but I
designed the house and showed you where every brick had to be placed. When
you slow down, I will be behind you pushing. I will be able to look at
myself in the mirror and know that I coached you to that podium."
I looked at him.
"I've been a coach for years, David. I've never built a champion
from the ground up. You are the closest that I've come and I'd like to see
how far we can go."
He leaned back in his chair and studied me like I was a stud
horse.
"You've never been injured. You work harder than the twins but
they've lost months of practice over the years. I only remember the month
that you were taken out by childhood diseases. That's fucking amazing,
David."
He looked at me for a moment before continuing.
"You've got the best recovery time that I've ever seen in any
athlete, not just in swimming. If you weren't built the way you are, you
would have been better off as a runner or a cyclist."
He turned to look at me.
"David, we can push you to an edge no one else will go to. Medleys
aren't glamorous; they take work and dedication. I think in the next three
years we can create in your competitors' minds a champion that no one will
believe is beatable."
I continued staring at him.
"This is going to require a lot of my time isn't it."
"I know you have other commitments but your social life seems
fairly limited. You take nine credit hours every summer semester. If you
keep that up you can take 12 credit hours per semester and graduate on
time. I can talk to your martial arts instructor and we can factor in your
time in the dojo as cross training as long as the risk of injury can been
minimized. It's going to be a tight schedule because we will be taking
advantage of your recovery time even though the tougher the conditions the
better you seem to perform."
"This does not involve just me anymore," I said, "I have to make
sure certain key people have their say in the decision."
"I understand. Take your time but I would like to start as soon as
possible. If we're going to do this by the time the rest of the team gets
back, you have to be started on the program and be able to decimate the
competition at the blocks."
------
I was sitting at home in the dark when Brittany found me.
"Are you okay, David?" she asked me.
"I don't know," I said.
"It's not Erica, is it?" she asked me with some fear in her voice.
I did not bother to answer.
"Okay, that was stupid question," she said sitting down next to
me. "Just tell me everything and we'll sort it out."
I explained my dilemma figuring it could not hurt. The women in my
life were better at fixing this sort of thing anyway.
"Do you want to do it?" she asked.
"It would get the twins where they deserve to be," I said quietly.
She was quiet for a couple of minutes as she carefully considered
the pending question.
"I don't see why you couldn't do it," she said finally.
"I have other responsibilities now," I said.
"No, you don't," she said in an amused voice.
"Michael sent me all that paperwork," I said pointing to a stack
of Smith Holdings documents that had been sent. They were detailed reports
on different Smith Holdings companies.
"David, that's not really work plus the Lees are all over that
stuff."
I nodded having forgotten the twins had dived into the documents
harder than I had.
"It's going to be years before you and Smith Holdings have a
relationship that requires your physical presence. Right now, you're a
threat and a promise. In the next three years, you're going to be learning
everything there is to know at the forest level after that you will be
evaluating different scenarios for company growth."
"That still takes time."
"You're not meant to know everything. The Lees, Michael, your
family and I can take care of the minutia. We need you to tell us where
we're going, and sometimes how we're going to get there."
I nodded; I liked the way she included herself as part of the
everyone in my sphere of influence.
"Smith Holdings has the luxury to educate and train the executives
it needs to take it into the future. Part of that preparation requires
that we move boldly and have no regrets."
I nodded almost to myself.
"Let me talk to Rachel and Michael. Don't make a decision until we
figure this out," she said.
I did not say anything as she stood up to go into my room and make
phone calls.
The complete resolution of this issue justified our first meeting
as a corporate family. Not because I needed their approval but to show
they were now my first priority and my first consideration. Esmeralda and
Rachel each represented opposing sides of the argument. Esmeralda believed
that it was a waste of my time and effort. Rachel thought it would serve
our collective purposes. It was not quite a shouting match but everybody
got out of their way to make sure no one was run over.
"Is it going to help our image?" I asked finally.
Esmeralda looked at Rachel and shrugged.
"We will have three multi-Olympic medalists in the family. The
kind of effort it will take to get you there will be evident, David.
Everyone in the company as well as outsiders will say the same thing 'The
Smith twins did it with talent, but David Callas got there by will, effort
and work.'" Rachel said.
"They'll know you will unequivocally do what it takes to get
things done," Rachel finished looking at Esmeralda.
Esmeralda nodded her head slowly as if reluctant to admit that
Rachel was right. From the look they gave each other it was apparent that
this was only the first clash with many more to come.
Esmeralda had gained the dominant position among my family's
women, but Rachel was the key that unlocked a door to the place our family
wanted to be.
My mother and I were the bridges between the Smith family and the
Callas clan. At the Formal I drew clearly defined roles for the men and
except for Michael they would never make it to the inner sanctum. The
women or at least Rachel and Esmeralda were dramatically maneuvering and
establishing their roles and rank. The juxtaposition of ideas between the
two women would be very healthy for the company because it would assure
scrutiny of all of our options and would provide accountability for all
the key personnel of Smith Holdings including Rachel. It was not
particularly enjoyable to be in the midst of their engagements but it was
always exciting. I think Rachel secretly welcomed a living alter ego.
-----
My life became a schedule of comfort. It would not have been
possible without Brittany becoming the master of my time. She managed it
better than I ever could. Brittany did everything from making sure I went
to bed on time to organizing the Smith Holdings documents I had to read
and making the Lees write up a synopsis of everything else. She got more
demanding with Michael making him create documents more meaningful to me
instead of a regurgitation of statistics. I began to understand what
Michael had felt like when my mother became his assistant. It was more
efficient having someone else worry about organization.
"Don't you have something better to do with your time?" I asked
Brittany one afternoon after practice.
"Nope; this provides a contribution to the future of Smith
Holdings," she said shrugging as she shooed me out of the room where the
maid service was cleaning.
The twins seemed to appreciate the fact that I became the focus of
my teammates' hatred. They spent most team practices poking each other
with elbows to point out the present winner of the 'He Who Hates David the
Most' title. It worked to my advantage though since Coach wanted me to
build up an aura of intimidation even in practice.
By my own choosing the sorority's 'In the Dark' party did not
include me in the basement activities. There were several disappointed
faces when the sisters were told that I would be hanging out upstairs.
Brittany promised them that next year would be different and for the
present she had nothing against a lap kissing if any sisters did not mind
the lights being on. It intimidated most of them, but two of the girls
took the opportunity to single themselves out as entertaining distractions
when I needed a break from my schedule.
For the second time post-Erica, I thought 'Well, this is my life
for the next couple of years." It seemed like a good life with daily
contact with the three Coven sisters, with the quartet of Marelin, Taylor,
Elizabeth and Samantha a phone call away, and with spontaneous breaks as
provided by the occasional sorority sister in need of a good sandwiching
between the Coven and me.
I was wrong about the predictability of my life and could not have
been happier to be wrong. The surprise, like everything abnormal in my
life, centered on the sorority or more specifically a sister.
A pivotal new member joined the martial arts school that year. He
was a middle-aged master with excellent technique but sporting a horrid
attitude. The instructors noticed his mercurial disposition and they kept
him away from any potential blowups.
Sparring was where his predilection for physical dominance was
displayed in the worst light. He was like Helen in that he only respected
those people who fought back. He was six foot two weighing in at 230
pounds, so most of the students could not gain his respect without
experiencing a significant amount of pain. Only the young 'studs' got any
credit from him especially after it became obvious that other students
were being kept away. The problem arose when Helen chose to spar one day
in October leaving the new master to pick his own sparing partner.
He picked Mandy.
Mandy was a tough, muscular one hundred and forty pound female but
she could not compete on equal ground with a healthy male ninety pounds
north of that with considerably more experience. However, she would not
walk away from a challenge and would try her best. She was on the last
rung before testing for her black belt. It is a place where students can
surprise their instructors. The students dance a Latin step while a
proficient black belt performs a waltz. Mandy got a very good kick in to
the master's ribcage. It was obvious she had set a trap and made it work
from the happy look she wore.
She looked less happy sprawled out on the floor after he responded
with a solid kick to her head. She was stunned not having expected that
kind of power or lack of restraint from someone more advanced and an
instructor. He had meant to hurt her; it all came out of his pride and
desire to be dominant stud on the floor.
Everyone stopped what they were doing as Helen ran to Mandy. The
owner and the Brazilian instructor also came out on the floor to help;
both were in street clothes. I went downstairs and slowly put on my
sparring gear. I never sparred if the new master and Helen were the only
black belts on the mat.
There were a lot of reasons why I did what I did. I always
believed that when a lower belt hits you it is your fault; you allowed it
to happen because you dropped your guard. I was still angry and frustrated
with the Erica situation, never having taken the time to directly address
it. Mandy was a sister and that made it made it impossible to let it
slide. He was also an insufferable asshole.
My reasons did not matter to the owner of the school when I got on
to the floor with my gear on and with eyes only for the new master. I did
a couple of warm up stretches to loosen up and release some of the stress
of the situation. Helen was angry and looked like she wanted to be the one
that knocked his head off. I walked over to Mandy and touched her face.
She looked at me.
I turned around and moved to the middle of the floor. I bounced,
bleeding off excess energy while staring at the master. He smiled
accepting the challenge and moved to stand across from me. The instructors
cleared the floor but no one in the school was going anywhere. They all
knew that my stripes were different but did not understand why. They had
also built up plenty of resentment towards both of us. I was sure plenty
of them were hoping for a double knockout.
The owner nodded to us.
No rules were dictated; we knew the risks.
Roger was my first martial arts instructor but it only lasted six
months before he realized his mindset was too classical for my needs.
Roger was a fencer, a saber; chaos in three seconds but still a fencer. My
swimming coach was right; I was a machine of technique, power and the
willingness to do damage. Roger wisely put me in the hands of a Mexican
master who never gave up his boxing days or his early heroes. None of my
other Tae Kwon Do instructors had been able to touch the reflexive skills
he instilled in me for kicking and punching.
The owner dropped his hand and the new master moved. He was a
snake but dominance requires a strong first move. I had already begun a
turn and kick. It was an Olympic technique for exactly that situation. I
brought my knee up as the owner's hand dropped, rotated the rest of my
body and whipped what looked like an upside down roundhouse onto the
master's head. I was not Olympian and it was very inelegant, but the kick
had enough power to drop him.
I took two steps away from him and turned back. It was a natural
finishing motion when done correctly; I was turning in time to catch him
if he tried to return the blow.
He sat on the floor with his arms on his knees looking at me
somewhat befuddled. He had not taken me seriously but he did now. He
popped up and walked to the center of the floor. He signaled for me and I
stood opposite of him.
He had me in height by inches and had a reach advantage to go with
the height. He also had enough experience to know how to use them. Neither
of us found an opening to land a good shot so it was cycles of touch and
release for a couple of minutes as we tested each other. He tried a rush
and found out that his twenty pound edge was not enough to counter the
advantage of my lower center of gravity and wider build.
He was at a disadvantage in close but when he tried to charge his
way through, it was no contest. As we finally started trading kicks I
landed mine solidly where he could not. He eventually reverted to his
bully ways and such was a serious mistake.
He punched at my head with his left fist. One of the first lessons
my Mexican instructor taught me was how to roll with a punch. I turned
away with a quick twist of my head and body cheating him of the power of
contact but his blow required follow through. He overextended and I
stepped in. The punch is the bread and butter of Mexican boxers so my
instructor would have loved it. I delivered a short brutal inside left
hook to the liver.
I stepped in moving my hips precisely in time with my fist as I
drove it into the right spot. It sounded like a shotgun blast and I knew
it could not have been executed better. He felt it even through the pad,
which only protected him as much as any boxer is protected by their
training. I stepped inside of his body, twirled and drove a kick into the
same place to add to the effect. He collapsed in obvious pain. I moved to
stand back in the center and waited for him.
I had to give him credit. He got up and took his beating like a
man. He focused on reducing the damage I could cause and even threw some
blows of his own but the truth was that I had already bested him. He may
have been the better fighter but his making it personal created a
completely different set of circumstances for the two of us.
The owner stopped it when he thought enough punishment had been
doled out. The sparring gear made it last longer than it should have. When
the man apologized to Mandy afterwards, he made excuses but what mattered
is that he did apologize for his behavior.
-----
Nobody said anything to me as I sat in the men's changing room;
Mandy had gone home without saying a word before she left the floor. I sat
and hoped I had gotten rid of the worst of my feelings for Erica. Someone
knocked on the door and I got up to open it.
"Are you ready to leave?" Helen asked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was taking so long," I said. I had
been lost in thought.
"It's okay; take your time," she said. She was wearing hip hugging
blue shorts and a white crop-top that showed off her tummy nicely. I
smiled saying I was okay since I could drive home in shorts and sneakers.
I went back inside the room, put on my shoes and stuffed
everything into the bag. She was in the corner punching the heavy bag. I
waved goodbye and moved to the stairs.
"David, can I ask you a question?" she said from behind me. I
turned around and leaned against the railing. I shrugged my shoulders for
her to continue. She moved so that she was standing four feet from me. It
was the closest she had ever gotten to me.
"You were good up there," she said. "I couldn't have done it that
easily."
The statement was difficult for her to make, but women in combat
sports are some of the most realistic about the differences between men
and women.
"Why don't you compete?" she asked.
"I won't risk injury," I said giving her the answer she knew.
"But why?" she asked some of her annoyance slipping in.
It was a first.
"I'm on swimming scholarship," I said.
"But injuries happen, David. Even if you can't compete in martial
arts tournaments, you can spar more here."
"I'm training for the Olympics."
"Are you that good?" she asked impetuously.
"No," I said honestly. "But in three years I will be. Accidents
happen but there's no reason for me to go looking for trouble."
"David, injuries upstairs are rare."
"I will not miss, Helen," I said. "I'm going to the Olympics and I
won't miss the mark because it would be nice to have your respect."
"So an Olympic gold medal is in your future?" she asked wistfully.
"There are two individual competitions I can win, and three relay
races with the young men I've been swimming with most of my life. That's
five medal opportunities for me, not one."
She nodded her head as she pondered it. She focused her eyes on
me. They were dark almost black like her hair. Before my conversation with
the coach, the scholarship had been important to me but Helen only wanted
to address the here and now.
"You let me act like a bitch all this time," she said.
"I don't bother with religious arguments, Helen," I said. "Even
now you're not weighing my shot at five gold medals fairly, are you?"
She took a step back from me.
"You think it is more important for me to be a man upstairs in
front of you and your students but that's not my religion."
I turned around to walk up the stairs. She grabbed my arm to stop
me.
"David, you're not even going to let me apologize?"
I turned to look at her; I could tell she was sorry for all of the
spite she had turned my way.
"Helen, there's nothing to apologize for, I have more important
things than Tae Kwon Do."
"You can be an asshole, can't you?" she asked angry.
I took a step towards her so that we were face to face. I was
taller than her so could look down adding even more arrogance to the smile
I gave her.
"Yes," I said and kissed her cheek. I turned around to leave but
was stopped by her hand on my arm. I turned around to meet her smoldering
dark eyes.
We stopped. She turned around and walked to the warm-up mat. She
ran her hands up and down her ass before turning back and looking at me.
"You're just going to leave me like this?" she asked.
"Like what?"
She stared at me and I put my bags down.
"He was taller, heavier and of higher rank. All things being equal
the better man always wins, David."
I walked over to the edge of the mat.
"Things weren't equal, Helen."
She got on her knees and sat back on her calves. We were staring
at each other willing the other to make a move.
"You were so clean," she said.
"I've studied since I was six years old. I've trained nearly every
day of my life between martial arts and swimming."
She nodded again.
"You shouldn't have won," she said moving closer to me. I was
noticeably hard in my shorts having taken my underwear off.
"He's a bully," I said.
"And you don't miss a mark." Helen moved so that her face was
inches from my hard-on but she was still staring into my eyes. The
challenge was gone from her eyes and her breathing was ragged. She put her
hands on the waistband of my shorts. My dick was insistent that it be let
out of its entrapment.
"Do you have a woman?" she asked as her fingertips slipped
underneath the elastic.
"I have several," I said, a whisper from my youth told me it would
be the right thing to say. Her smile agreed with that voice.
"Do they know about each other?" Helen asked. She pulled my shorts
down so that elastic was holding my cock in place.
"Of course!"
"Are they going to know about me?" she asked as she put more
pressure on the downward pull of my shorts.
"Brittany's going to lick me clean of you and then she's going to
come get it from the source. It's their rule about other women," I said
making sure she understood the repercussions of her action.
She pulled down on my shorts freeing me; my dick moved immediately
to touch her face. I could not help pulling back and rubbing myself on her
cheek. She inhaled deeply taking in the bitterness of the sweat and the
sharpness of my need.
Helen took my sneakers off in her attempt to strip the lower part
of my body. I pulled the t-shirt off so I could stand naked with her
kneeling between my legs. She took me in both of her hands and looked at
me. She touched me with perfectly white teeth and scraped them gently on
my head until she could kiss the tip of dick.
"How do you want this to be?" she asked taking one hand off me to
caress my ball sack.
"I want this to be the foreplay for when Brittany and I get you
alone for a weekend," I said hoarsely.
She took the head of my dick into her mouth and suckled it. She
pulled me out and licked my head around and around ending with a kiss on
the tip of my dick again.
"I have a son, David. I can't get away for weekends," she said.
"I have plenty of women who will be glad to baby-sit," I said. I
reached down and gathered her hair in a ponytail.
"You really don't skip a beat, do you?" she asked as she took me
back in her mouth and brought her hands around to grab my legs where thigh
met buttock.
Helen did not seem to require more of an answer beyond a slow
stroke into her mouth. She gripped me tightly at the deep end, not in
protest but to have me pause. She closed her eyes and inhaled again
savoring the feeling of me in her mouth. She pulled back her head and
sucked the end of my dick again. Her eyes opened wide suddenly and she
looked at me having succumbed to the moment.
I pulled myself out of her mouth and knelt on the mat. I pushed
her back and pulled her legs up to take her shorts off. She was not
wearing underwear either. I held her legs straight up and looked at her
pussy with its moisture winking at me. I pushed her legs down towards her
chest keeping them together. She reached around to where her inner thigh
touched the outside of her pussy. She used her fingers to spread herself
exposing the pink that was the bull's-eye she wanted me to hit. I put one
hand on the inside of her knees and with her help it was enough to hold
them in place. I grabbed my dick and positioned myself against the pink of
her pussy. I thrust through the protest her body put up from months of
disuse. The resistance of her body would normally have slowed me but I had
dealt with her attitude for a year, a little discomfort was exactly what I
wanted her to feel as I fucked into her. I did not want it to be too much
so I held off at the bottom of my stroke. Helen grunted at the feel of me
roughly powering through her. She struggled with her legs and I let her
go. She dropped them to my hips easing the tightness of her body but not
enough to stop her from wriggling at the feel of her body adjusting to me.
I smiled at her motion and reached underneath her knees. I pulled her legs
up and pushed them down to her sides spreading her. I pulled back and she
voiced a tiny protest.
I changed the angle so that my weight rested on her legs forcing
her pussy open. I pulled back a little more and rammed myself into her
body. Helen screamed as the pleasure of the movement made the discomfort
unimportant. She reached up to my shoulders and pulled me down to bury her
face in my neck. She bit my shoulder as I pulled back and thrust into her
again. Her body told me she would not last much longer under that type of
onslaught so I lengthened my strokes to get her over the edge. She let go
of my neck; I pulled up and pushed down on her legs with my weight. I
stroked into her hard and she nearly ripped the shirt off her body so she
could squeeze her breasts.
I stroked into her and it set off an explosion in her body.
Helen's pussy squeezed me even as I held her open. It was something I
wanted to enjoy so I let go of her legs and settled my weight on her. As
she wrapped her arms and legs around me I reached underneath her body and
tightly kneaded her asscheeks. She squeezed me with her arms, legs and
pussy as she moved beneath me to draw out the pleasure of her orgasm. She
started to drift downwards so I bit the joining of her neck with her
shoulder; at the same time I palmed her asscheeks harder and thrust into
the depth of her body. She gasped into my ear as her pleasure stopped its
downward slide.
It was an edgy thing but I managed to control myself as I pumped
short thrusts into her body while cupping her ass. She whispered nasty
endearments in my ear to entice me to fuck her harder. She rose up towards
another orgasm quickly and this time she massaged the head of my dick
within her depths. She brought her arms around my body and cupped my
buttocks in time with the squeezing her second orgasm was giving my dick.
I rested on top of Helen for a minute letting myself recover at
the precipice. She seemed to know what I wanted and stayed absolutely
still. She tortured me with whispered questions of things Brittany would
want to do to her. Then she confessed that she had never been with a
woman, but she was sure I could make it a sublime pleasure.
It was too much.
I pulled out of her slowly and knelt upright. Helen knew what I
wanted and crossed one leg over me to turn over on to her knees. She
placed her legs outside of mine, went down so that her stomach touched the
mat and then raised her ass presenting her pussy to me. I grabbed her hips
and pulled her ass into my lap. There were drops of sweat on the small of
her back. I moved so that I could lick them off her.
Her skin tasted like dusk.
I pushed Helen's body up so that her ass was presented to me
again. I spanked her left asscheek hard and she voiced a protest. It
turned into a groan when I licked the red mark I had created. My nature
came out and I could not help but scrape her cheek with my teeth. There
was no protest when I spanked the other cheek; instead, she twisted
slightly to give me a better angle to lick her. I grabbed both asscheeks
and spread them as I got up on my knees. My dick was pointing at her
pussy so I only had to thrust forward to sink myself in her body. She
stayed still so I had to push forward to seat myself completely inside
her. I pulled out slowly accentuating the stroke outwards; I pushed in
just as slowly. It was a steady rhythm of in and out that we could enjoy
quietly. She dropped her head to the mat and arched her back to change the
angle so the stroke put pressure on her clitoral area. She sighed as I
continued the slow stroking in and out of her. I looked at myself as I
passed in and out of her body. Helen was what Carmen would have been;
dark, lush, and womanly. Her ass was muscular but had the extra padding to
cushion the hard strokes when I chose to use them. I did not wish to use
them for this encounter; we both practiced the finesse of holding
ourselves on the edge.
I could feel when her body was ready to give itself to me one last
time. She subtly began to accompany me instead of just taking me into her.
I stopped deep inside her and pushed her forward. She went down on her
stomach as I lay on top of her. She arched herself to give me greater
depth in that position. I put my hands underneath her body and palmed her
breasts. I squeezed and manipulated her nipples with my fingertips and she
moaned at the sensation. I pulled my legs outside of hers and she brought
her legs together to add more suction to our joining.
I did not stroke though, instead I enjoyed the suckling sounds her
body was making as she moved her ass. She was massaging herself with my
dick and moving her chest to keep me stimulating her nipples. In those
seconds before our orgasm, I let go of Erica.
Rachel told Brittany Erica was the one and every one of the women
believed it but they all were wrong. It was not because Erica was not a
wolf, or that she was not faithful. Moments like this had doomed us.
Helen, in our first encounter, was willing to surrender herself more
completely than Erica ever had while whispering 'I love you'. If I pulled
out of Helen and put pressure on her asshole, she might protest a little
but after an obligatory spank of domination she would willingly hold her
own asscheeks apart for me.
Erica had never been what I needed; she had only been the one I
loved.
I felt the beginning of my orgasm deep inside my center and sensed
its echo resounding from Helen's body. I pulled back and stroked into her
setting off the final sequence for both of us. She ground her ass upwards
to me the entire time extending our pleasures as I emptied myself into her
body. She was ready and willing to clean me off but I stopped her and told
her I needed to introduce Brittany to the new bouquet.
When I walked into my room wearing only my shorts, the Coven
members were talking to each other. They turned to watch me as I stripped
off my shorts. Tawny and Julie were in front of Brittany but they got out
of the way as I approached her.
"By your law," I told Brittany as I lay her down. I knelt beside
her head and put my hand on the wall. I flexed my hips down to give my
cock over to her mouth. Her eyes widened, as she tasted the dried essence
of Helen. She smiled at me as she settled into familiarizing herself with
the new flavor in her life.
-----
The Coven was completed later that month.
Individual days blurred and melded into one as they consisted of a
rigid routine of practice, class, practice, martial arts, homework,
practice, Smith Holdings documents, sex and practice. Everything fell to
routine unless I went looking for trouble and I did not have to do that
since Samantha and Elizabeth called me occasionally to make sure that I
checked on their progress.
Elizabeth was usually the one to call as she had figured out I
wanted to free every lustful thought inside her. If too much time passed
by and she started feeling neglected, Samantha made the call herself. The
suffering of the three idiots had increased as the Feds began to flesh out
the details of the unmarried one's crimes. The two married idiots suffered
more as the soon to be ex-wives began to turn the screws.
Part of the women's plans was getting into the best shape of their
lives and making it clear that they were at my 'beck and call'. I was
surprised when we ran into the two husbands in a mostly empty restaurant
and the women publicly demonstrated how far they were willing to go to
keep me happy. The hatred of the two idiots increased exponentially as it
brought a glow of warmth to my heart. I rewarded the two wives with a
weekend each where my other women had to do their bidding.
Elizabeth made me break my promise when the first thing she did
was make a show of her crop skills using Tawny as her victim. She seemed
content with her loss however when I fucked her from Friday night through
Sunday morning to make amends. What made Taylor's house special was that
it became a great departure from the sex at home. The Coven set their own
inscrutable schedule for my bedtime partners at home once I made the
decision to work towards the Olympics.
I had grown to hate doing anything without a member of my pack so
the nights I spent alone dwindled to one a month quickly. I thought the
sex schedule was meant to keep me guessing because I never got a handle on
who would be sleeping with me on any given night. The schedule did not
prevent me from having sex whenever I wanted with whomever I wanted though
but the thought rarely crossed my mind.
The Smith twins and I were having a Saturday movie night. It was
part of our monthly 'the hell with eating right' night; however, we
actually only did it once a semester since eating wrong made us sick, a
result of a very sensitive diet.
We were barely watching the movies as the Lees and the Coven were
doing some outrageous flirting. The Lees and I had deepened our friendship
after the Formal but we toned down our teasing. We were careful to keep
our inner circles from touching. This meant the Coven and Lees were not
going to end up in the same bed, which gave the flirting a deeper edge.
Tawny took the cake that night when she told the Lees what Elizabeth had
planned for them with her crop if she ever got the chance. Like Marelin,
the women in Taylor's house were on the outer circle so I considered them
fair game. The Smith twins and I laughed uproariously when the stunned
expressions on the Lees shouted that they had not thought to ask me to
share those toys. The doorbell saved the Lees.
Tawny took the opportunity to escape stage left with her tongue
stuck out at the Lees. The twins recovered finally and both jumped on top
of me begging me for a vacation in Taylor's house. We got into a tickle
fight but the silence in the room drew us to a stop. As a group, we turned
to see why everyone had gotten quiet.
Mandy was wearing a jean mini-skirt and a teal spandex shirt that
barely kept her breasts from breaking free. She stood posed with her feet
shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips. Her dark honey hair came
over one shoulder and was displayed so that I could see how it completed
the set. Her abs showed through as she breathed deeply staring at me. The
Lees and Smiths did not even say goodbye as they grabbed a pie and exited
to their room. Mandy waited for me to approach but it was the Coven that
moved to surround her.
"Why are you here?" Julie asked. Her hands were making tight fists
and releasing as she looked at Mandy's breasts hungrily.
They seemed to have gotten riper.
"No uncommitted sister may deny a Big," Mandy said as if reciting
a rule she had memorized. The Coven turned to look at me and nodded with
reservations as if only part of the statement was true.
"You're not uncommitted, Mandy. You have a boyfriend," Brittany
said from behind Mandy.
Mandy made sure she was staring into my eyes when she replied.
"He was someone I was playing at love with, but I had to make sure
it was over for both of us before I came here."
Brittany moved closer to Mandy and put her hands on the thick
thighs below the skirt. She pushed the skirt up Mandy's legs until they
exposed her groin.
Mandy was not wearing panties. Tawny reached between Mandy's legs
and ran her fingers along her pussy. She brought the fingers up to her
face and licked a finger clean. She offered a different finger to Julie
who gave it the same treatment. The last wet finger was offered to
Brittany.
"Why are you here?" Julie asked again.
"David wants a complete set," Mandy said turning to Julie.
"A blonde," she said touching Julie's locks.
She turned to Tawny.
"A redhead," she said bringing Tawny's hair to her nose to breathe
its taste in.
"A brunette," Julie and Tawny said touching Mandy's hair with
smiles on their faces as they remembered the sorority party where Brittany
had coaxed that out of me.
"And a raven haired bitch to ride herd over them," Brittany said
as she grasped Mandy's breasts from behind.
Brittany caressed Mandy's breasts while Tawny played with her
pussy, and Julie kissed Mandy deeply. It was a show so I leaned back and
enjoyed as the girls welcomed the newest Coven member.
The combination of hair colors rocked.
"She's already lubed," Julie gasped pulling her hand from Mandy's
ass to show the other girls the shine on her fingers. Brittany nodded her
head forcefully and took Mandy's skirt off. She stripped the top off and I
sat up in my chair as my favorite melons were released into the wild.
"Upstairs!" Brittany said and the girls guided Mandy to my room.
Mandy struggled a little until she saw me get up to follow. The girls
piled on top of Mandy on the bed to attach lips to different portions of
her anatomy as I stripped my clothing off by the door. Mandy struggled
again when the girls tried to turn her over to position her ass for my
dick.
"Please in my pussy first," Mandy pleaded to Brittany.
Brittany grabbed a fistful of brown hair and stared into Mandy's
eyes.
"Why?" she said in a voice to make everyone in the room understand
she took riding herd seriously.
"It will last longer," Mandy said and kissed her imparting the
seriousness of the ritual to Brittany. The kiss deepened as the present
gatekeeper accepted her into the inner circle. Brittany kept kissing Mandy
but moved her body out of the way so that Tawny and Julie could spread
those thick legs. Julie grabbed my dick as I approached and held me still.
Tawny reached between Mandy's legs and played with her pussy to gather
liquid. She coated the upper half of my dick.
Julie guided me to Mandy and placed me gently against her opening.
I thrust in slowly, enjoying every bit of depth that Mandy's thick walls
gave me. She was right I would not have been able to hold on had I been in
a tighter place. I had wanted Mandy from the first time I saw her; our
encounter in the dark had only made me want her more. Her pussy was thick,
hot and moist. I felt what I had been missing; the gentle pressure on my
length as her body welcomed me. I was about to pull back but Julie and
Tawny held me still with a hand on each of my butt cheeks. Brittany broke
the kiss and Mandy made incoherent sounds and reached down to put her
hands on my hips. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on me but could
not. It was obvious she had wanted me inside her for some time.
She took a deep breath and wrestled for control. She got enough of
it to bring her hands up my body and pull me down on top of her. She
wrapped her legs and arms around me tightly. She kissed my neck and put
her lips to my ear.
"You fought for me and this is yours," she whispered. I had not
moved inside her but she hitched her hips surrendering the last of her
body.
She had a small orgasm, which was enough for her pussy to start
the motion on my dick I remembered so well; it was a gentle pressure that
moved up and down my dick in waves. I pushed into her and my cock
thickened as I spewed deep inside her body. She gave out a small scream as
she felt the heat; her mind had been waiting for that moment and it set
off a much larger orgasm deep inside her. She grabbed my asscheeks; she
squeezed me inside and out as we rode our pleasure down together.
The other girls separated us when our kissing deepened into
something more serious and the movement of my hips started me fucking
Mandy again. Tawny got up from the bed and grabbed the tube of lubricant
while Brittany got between Mandy's thighs. Julie pushed me back and
attacked my cock with her mouth. I was hard again in no time and Mandy had
another orgasm as Brittany welcomed her even further into the circle.
Mandy rolled over for Tawny to restore the lubrication that she
had inserted to signal her intentions. Julie let my dick go and guided me
off the bed. Brittany and Tawny pulled Mandy to the edge so that her legs
were off the bed and her ass was presented to me. Mandy looked over
shoulder at me with deep hunger in her eyes willing me to hurry up and
claim her, as she should have allowed our first time.
"Please!" she said vocalizing her need.
Brittany and Tawny spread her asscheeks as Julie guided my dick to
Mandy's anus. It was tight beyond belief. All three girls had to be
involved keeping me hard and Mandy relaxed as we struggled to drive me
into that ass. It took almost the entire tube of lubrication. A hard spank
from Brittany to distract Mandy got the head finally inside of her. It was
slightly easier going from that point as Julie kept me hard, Tawny
lubricated and Brittany stroked pleasure on Mandy's ass.
Mandy's asscheeks were as sensitive as my legs and Brittany's
fingers distracted her from my cock as it forged into her body. She pushed
back on me when Brittany used only her nails on ass flesh. She groaned as
Tawny caught on to the easiest way to our goal and stopped lubricating to
add her own hands to Mandy's pleasure at her nipples. Julie reached
underneath and played with Mandy's clit to complete our assault on Mandy's
senses.
I was three-fourths of the way into Mandy's ass when the girls
triggered an unexpected orgasm in Mandy. Her ass opened for me as she
pushed back in reaction to the flooding of pleasure. I could not hold on
any longer and pulled back a couple of inches to drive myself into her
body. The pain and discomfort cut her orgasm in half but she grunted as I
settled my weight into her ass. She was uncomfortable but it seemed more
from the short-circuit of her pleasure than from my filling her body.
The girls renewed their attempts to relax her and Mandy went with
it almost immediately. It was only a minute before she squeezed her
asscheeks together as the aborted orgasm made its reappearance. She was
right; it was better slow. I pulled back a little and pumped into her. I
used small strokes in her depths to mold her ass around my cock. I pulled
back a little further and thrust into her. Her body accepted me so I used
half strokes into her body. The girls moved away from us knowing that the
final act was a private transaction between Mandy and I. After a couple
more minutes, I could stroke fully in and out of Mandy.
Mandy's orgasm was again more mental than physical. I stroked out
and pumped into her hard. She put her hands on her asscheeks and spread
them signaling she wanted me to fuck her hard. I did exactly what we both
wanted and let myself go. I took hard strokes in and out of her body until
she completely surrendered to me. She squeezed her asscheeks together as
hard as her body could forcing the orgasm out of me.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as I flooded her ass with my
cum and for the second time the feel of my heat inside her took her over
the top. It was different for her, every muscle in her body tightened as
she forced her upper body up. She stayed tightly wound as I shot another
load into her body. The instant my body relaxed, her orgasm ended and she
collapsed on the bed. I dropped my weight on top of her and the girls
helped us on to the bed. Neither of us wanted to disconnect so we stayed
like that. The girls talked among themselves but helped us cleanup when
they saw my hands move around to play with Mandy's nipples.
We discovered something truly amazing with the expanded Coven. I
had incredible stamina to begin with, probably a part of what my coach
described as my unusually quick recovery time, but something about Mandy's
melons made the recovery time nil. If I came on or from between Mandy's
breasts, my dick refused to get soft.
I was surprised the first time it happened. Mandy was lying down
as Tawny held her breasts together. I pulled back and sprayed Mandy's
breasts with a massive load. I had to sit back and admire the view.
Brittany and Julie both moved into clean her up and Tawny tapped all the
girls on the head to point at my dick. I looked down at the same time; I
was as hard as I had been while between Mandy's breasts. I did not even
ache; I was ready for more action immediately as Tawny found out as I
spread her asscheeks and fucked her ass. The girls experimented with the
phenomena but it proved out. However, it helped me considerably to watch
one of the girls lasciviously licking my cum from Mandy's breasts.
The return of Mandy seemed to be exactly what I needed to bring
harmony to my life. It was not that I favored her over the other girls. In
retrospect it seemed that I had the choice of two paths my freshman year:
Mandy or Erica. Erica was the first path I chose but she dismissed me.
Mandy closed her pathway to me because of perceived commitments but later
she reopened the path when those very commitments crumbled.
My life felt pretty complete.
I did not stray from my group because of its number and variety; I
rarely had a reason to look at other women. I had two circles; my inner
one and the outer one. The insulation they provided made my life
comfortable and secure. It was beneficial to everyone involved in my
family, my schooling, my competition and my business to insulate me from
potential distractions and Ericas. The precision and cunning under which
the circles were operating only became obvious when Brittany's sorority
laid its final claim on me.
Most sororities or co-ed Greek organizations have bigs and
littles. The terms were truncations of big brother, big sister or little
brother, little sister particularly used during the pledging process. The
bigs are supposed to act as older siblings, etc. Brittany's sorority
sisters talked about bigs and littles so much that I had never realized
that they talk about some bigs differently. You could hear the
capitalization of big into Big.
They assumed that I understood their intended connotation. I
dismissed it thinking it was just someone talking about their big; it was
the intended effect. Even in a suspicious usage like "No uncommitted
sister may deny a Big." I took it to mean that Brittany had been Mandy's
big and that she wanted Mandy for me.
None us guys knew what to expect especially since the invitations
came during winter break. The house had been female free for a couple of
days, which caused the Smith twins and I to become antsy. I was minutes
away from driving to Taylor's house for female companionship when the
doorbell rang. The Smiths and I went to open the door and were surprised
to see three hooded figures in robes holding lit candles. They entered the
house and stood in a line in the living room. I looked outside and noticed
the massive SUV and its hooded driver.
The twins and I moved to stand across from the figures and waited.
They moved to line themselves in a different order in front of us. They
pushed the hoods off their heads. The sound the three of us made when we
took in our breaths was noisy. We only recognized the girl standing in
front of Sean. Each girl had the sorority crest drawn in henna on their
right cheek, marking them as pledges. It was the first semester that the
pledges had been required to wear them. I knew the mark drew the pledges
closer together but it was not a common isolating mechanism in the
non-minority Greeks. I did not think it was necessary but the pledges were
solidly behind their marking.
The girl in front of me was breathtaking. She was petite with red
hair and bright green eyes that sparkled with their own light. She smiled
at me as if it was the most important moment of her life. She took a step
to stand a foot from me and looked at me.
"David Callas," she said.
I nodded thunderstruck; everything had been wiped from me except a
desire to possess her eyes.
"You are invited by our Sisterhood," she said and the smiled
warmly as her words caressed me.
I nodded again in stupefaction. She handed me the candle and took
my hand. The girls in front of the twins went through the same ritual but
my eyes were glued to our hands.
When the other girls were finished, the redhead turned me to the
door and led me to the waiting SUV. We piled in and though there was
plenty of room the redhead sat in my lap. The sorority was not very far
away but the driver took a half-hour drive so that we could become
acquainted with our escorts. I could hear the twins whispering to the
girls in their laps, but the redhead seemed to believe she could get to
know me better by kissing me. She was careful not to disturb the candle as
she writhed in my lap and moved against my lips. There was inexperience in
her kisses so I moderated my response and let her set the pace. She
stopped for a second to look into my eyes; I smiled at her and watched the
last of her nervousness fade away. She kissed me again with more
confidence and her behind found exactly the right touch to rub against me
in reward for my consideration.
The SUV stopped in front of the sorority house and we were led
inside. The empty street spoke to the careful planning the sisters
employed in producing this particular ritual. We were led to the basement
and were carefully seated. The girls stood in front of us after placing
the candles at their feet. Fifteen minutes later, Forrest was led in by
another robed figure. He waved an excited hello before sitting down. After
the drive to the House, none of us were going to ask any questions about
what was about to happen.
Ten minutes later the entire chapter of the sorority walked in
wearing robes. These robes were different from the others with a sorority
crest over the heart. The sorority was so exclusive that the whole chapter
fit in the basement chamber. Five robed figures separated themselves from
the mass of bodies and moved to stand beside the girls. The one in front
of Forrest took her hood off first.
His sharp intake of breath was pained and he almost could not stop
himself from surging towards her. I smiled at the reaction to his first
woman. The blonde stunned his senses just as she had the night of the "In
the Dark" party. She was an elegant Audrey Hepburn with enough lust in her
eyes to launch a million porn videos. She looked at Forrest and the
sisters nodded acknowledging the claws that she had deeply sunk into him.
The two figures by the twins dropped their hoods back and I was
not surprised to see the Lees. What did surprise me was the seriousness in
their expressions as they looked into their lovers' eyes. They were
quietly asking the Smiths not to fail them in this.
The two girls in front of me pulled back their hoods to reveal
Mandy and Brittany. They smiled at me telling me to do what came
naturally. The sexy voice from the darkness of the party spoke from among
the robes.
"You are invited by our Sisterhood," it said.
The twins, Forrest and I looked at each other. We were all lacking
the right equipment to be a sister so we were clearly confused.
"Sisters should have Big brothers," Forrest's blonde said. Her
words got our attention.
"Strong," Brittany said.
"Our security," Mandy said.
"There for us," Joanne and Stephanie said.
"We have chosen you," the voice in the mass said.
"Do you accept us?" every woman's mouth spoke at the same time.
As rituals went, it was not that much but the green eyes of the
redhead reflected just how much it meant to them. She reached down and
picked up the candle. I was the first to stand up and move to my
candleholder. She smiled and turned to the stairs. Brittany and Mandy
walked behind me as I followed. She led me to Brittany's room and opened
the door for me. It was dark but I could tell the room had been cleared of
everything except the bed.
Brittany had slowly moved all of her things to one of the extra
bedrooms in our house. This would have been the perfect excuse to finish
the process. I snickered to myself thinking the extra bedrooms had sealed
the deal for Rachel when she bought the house. I stood at the foot of the
bed and turned around. Brittany and Mandy followed to stand beside me. The
redhead closed the door and moved to stand in front of me. The candle was
the only light in the room.
"Do you know what we ask?" she asked me as her green eyes touched
me over the flame.
"You're all mine; like Marisa, Brittany or Taylor whichever any of
you choose to be," I said seriously.
She looked at Mandy and Brittany uncertain.
"He understands his responsibilities, Leanne," Mandy told her with
all the authority of an unbroken line of female legacy that began with
their founders.
"What do we offer him, pledge?" Brittany asked.
"No uncommitted sister may deny a Big," she replied looking into
my eyes. "Not even a virgin."
I did not think the last was a part of the ritual. I had been
wrong about the ritual though it was exactly what it had to be. I took the
candle out of her hand. Brittany and Mandy took it from me and placed it
beside the bed. I put my fingers on the zipper at the front of the
Leanne's robe and pulled it down. The opening showed her pale skin
underneath. I pushed the edges of her robe back until it slipped off her
body. Her nervousness returned as I looked at her naked body. I moved
closer to her and touched her neck with my lips. My touch brought out a
different nervousness that was so intense it drowned out everything else.
She moved her hands to my shoulders as I trailed kisses along one side of
her neck and shoulders only to move to the other side and repeated the
process. She made a sound of annoyance as Brittany and Mandy pulled me
away from her.
"You're not a Sister yet," Mandy said softly which settled Leanne
down very little. Her eyes were not bright any more; they were burning
green as she looked at me. Mandy and Brittany took my clothes off as
Leanne and I stared at each other. Brittany and Mandy moved back when I
was naked. I stepped forward and the first part of me to touch her was my
dick. She put a hand up to stop me. I did and she smiled. Looking into my
eyes, she rubbed my dick with her tummy. Her skin was soft as it
stimulated the most sensitive part of me.
The first time was not fancy or as gentle as it could have been.
She had been carefully chosen so this was her only pledge task. There were
only six Bigs in the country that year and four of them were from our
school. They had to fly pledges in for the ritual.
Leanne whispered into my ears describing how her more experienced
pledge siblings had prepared her for this moment. She was lying on her
back in the bed with me between her legs. She whispered the name of the
sister that demonstrated the right way to place her legs on my hips. It
had been done with Leanne on top wearing a strap-on so she could
understand how much pleasure I would get from a virgin guiding my dick to
her deflowering. She said her favorite sister had kept her pussy ready for
months with her tongue, fingers and sexual stories of how good the chosen
Big would feel inside of her.
She was as tight as any virgin I had ever been with but the pain
of my breaking her barrier was a token of more than her price of admission
to womanhood. I thrust into her, shredding her resistance and not stopping
until I filled her completely with myself. She cried out as if the sound
of her pain was my right; the half-scream turned in the middle into a sigh
of relief as months of pressure were released along with the token of her
blood. I rested deep inside her but her siblings had done their work well.
It was not long before her hands fluttered down my back to my ass. She
squeezed me with her pussy testing the pleasure as her hands cupped me.
"Oh God!" she whispered hoarsely, "Please?!?"
I did not move with restraint as I should have, instead I pulled
myself completely out of her in a long slow stroke. She dug her nails into
my ass and pushed her face into my neck at the feel of me. She gasped as I
penetrated back into her and steadily reclaimed all of her body for
myself. I pulled back out again and fucked myself into her again.
It was what we both wanted; claiming each other over and over
again in the same motion that had made her blood mine forever. She brought
her legs up after what seemed like an eternity of my pulling out of her
and pushing back into her depths. She wrapped herself around me and cried
tears of pleasure as her body was immersed in the pleasure of our joining.
The loving warmth she gave out as her body fulfilled the bargain between
her sorority and I was what my body had been waiting for. I turned her
face and took her lips with mine. I pulled back and stroked into her hard.
At the bottom of the stroke I held still so that my cock could fill her
womb with the part of myself that was only for her that night.
Afterwards, Brittany and Mandy cleaned her blood from both our
bodies. I lay in the bed staring at the candle for a long time before
their whispers died down. I turned to look at them. Leanne was standing in
front of Mandy and Brittany drawing the zippers of their robe down. They
shrugged off the robes and they all turned their eyes to me.
I understood the end of the ritual. I had been given a pledge over
which we made our covenant. Now, I was offered the sisters to affirm our
relationship.
Erica's phone call that weekend woke me up. Mandy answered the
phone and Erica was insistent. Brittany took the phone and was rude to
her, which was what woke me up. I signaled for the phone and had some
harsh words for Erica about speaking like that to anyone in my household.
She was surprised by my disposition but was immediately apologetic. She
had broken up with her newest boyfriend; she had gone through a couple
since our breakup. I agreed to meet her for lunch.
I sat in the restaurant staring out the window thinking about life
after Erica. There had been a second sister since my night with Leanne who
had 'sacrificed' herself to ensure that I understood how willing they all
were. I perceived that it had been more of an excuse than a sacrifice
because she had definitely been willing and thoroughly enjoyed her
surrender.
I watched Erica approach the restaurant and realized how
comfortable I felt. There were layers and not circles as I first described
them. There was Smith Holdings on the far outside layer, closer in was the
sorority, Samantha, Elizabeth and even Taylor, further in were the Lees
and Smiths, and the last layer consisted of members from different packs.
The Coven was one pack, my mother represented another, and Rachel who had
always been there beside me was part of yet another.
We were all mixed in together and moving in a mass of coexisting
bodies that had different purposes some of which I knew and others that I
only had glimpses of. What I knew or did not know did not matter though,
the members were in part or in whole MY pack and it was in their cradle
that I felt safe.
-----
My sophomore and junior years passed with the peace of a
comfortable routine. The super-idiot was convicted and sent to federal
prison. When reports surfaced regarding the effect of Forrest's
innovations and contributions to Smith's technical products contracted by
the government, the feds backed way off from Smith Holdings. Cabinet level
officials were exerting a downward pressure to leave the Golden Goose
alone. Government functionaries were very smug to have contracts that were
worth the money the Feds were accustomed to paying. Samantha and
Elizabeth's divorces were finalized after a year and half of court date
after court date. The judge had to step in many times because the two
remaining idiots kept attempting to protect their misbegotten funds.
Finally, as expected, the judge had enough and made a brutal ruling in the
wives' favor.
The two women got half of the community property and all of the
money gotten from the Smith betrayal. It was more than anyone had expected
and the two husbands screamed murder until they had a good taste of jail
for contempt of court. They tried to fight the decision until they soon
realized how badly the deck was stacked against them.
I did not like the look in their eyes the evening they saw me at
dinner with their ex-wives after their jail stay. I sent Ovaldo to their
homes to reason with them the next day. They moved out of the state before
the week was over; I trusted Ovaldo had been brusque with his words.
Samantha and Elizabeth were insistent on seeing their deal through and
even decided to extend it until Taylor was handed over to my sister. The
Coven agreed that it was the right thing to do without asking for my
opinion.
This kept the ex-wives in my care but there was a special fund in
Smith Holdings for such contingencies. I started to think about Roger a
lot more when Rachel told me about the fund during our new routine of
weekly dinners. She shrugged her shoulders and said that my mother had not
accepted money from Roger but it had been offered plenty of times. She
suggested that since the women's money would be unnecessary for their
tenure with me it might seal their loyalty if they were allowed to invest
the money in select Smith Holdings projects. It was something offered to
only a few select members of the outer layers. Both women accepted the
offer quickly and we spent a long weekend celebrating their move closer to
the core.
At the time, dealing with Samantha and Elizabeth was a good
distraction from the Coven. Brittany had graduated but she joined the
Smith Holdings workforce as a part-time executive assistant to Esmeralda
while she was attending graduate classes at State. Mandy's transition
after her baccalaureate was not as smooth. Her father was ill and she
decided to do graduate work closer to her home. Her family business and
Smith Holdings operated in the same regions but were based several states
apart. The Coven decided that the right time to break up would be at
Mandy's graduation.
From a selfish standpoint this idea sucked as far as I was
concerned. I only complained once and that was to Rachel at one of our
dinners. She moved to sit down next to me and looked into my eyes.
"Do you remember your mother's decision to leave your stepfather,
David?" she said softly.
I was mesmerized by what I thought I saw in her eyes.
I nodded slowly.
"Some things have to end for other things to happen," she said as
she leaned closer to me. It was an invitation and just as I had at
fourteen I crossed the distance between us so that our lips could touch.
She was softer than I remembered, but there was a streak of desire running
through that softness. She pulled away as I attempted to deepen the kiss.
She sat back in her original position but her hand rested in mine.
During the last month of its existence, the Coven closed everyone
else out of my life. I spent most nights with four naked bodies as we
tried to keep the final day away. I did not understand why the breakup had
to include Julie and Tawny but they seemed determined to end it.
Mandy's airplane took off and the rest of us watched it depart.
Julie and Tawny kissed me good-bye at the door to their sorority. I could
have had them again anytime because of their Sisterhood's pledge but after
Mandy left I felt some part of what I am sure they did. It would not have
been the same without all of them.
At the beginning of July, I was in Rachel's pool thinking about
everything else that had happened in the year and a half since my becoming
a Big. School had been the education of someone well prepared; there were
no surprises. The Lees and I were in every class together and the work did
not challenge our ability to work together. The coach's program was
working and was proven when we captured the collegiate national title that
year. We should have taken first the year before but we came up short one
good swimmer. We were the favorites for that title my senior year. The
coach had only needed to push me once at the beginning of the program. It
was understood that he would be forceful once I agreed to try to get to
the Olympics. I think he knew that only one such push would be required.
Only one time of hearing him say in a disdainful voice "Is THAT the best
you can do!" was enough. I hated that shit more than anything else in my
life. No man had a right to speak to me like that.
Helen and I became regular lovers. She spent the month after the
Coven breakup with Brittany helping me over the hump of losing three of my
sexual partners. My mother also discreetly slipped herself into greater
rotation. I was adjusting to a new routine even if I was doing so slowly.
The splash next to me brought me out of my reverie. I watched as
Rachel swam to the far end of the pool, returned, swam back and returned.
I watched her body from beneath the water as she swam to the steps. She
turned around and sat down on the edge of the pool.
She was wearing a yellow bikini. It was the same one in which she
had fulfilled my fantasy. I stared at her and she stared back. I put my
head back under the water and drifted towards her. I pulled out of the
water to look at her from a couple of feet. She was wet and the bikini
shined the same as it had when I had slowly taken it off her body.
"I'm not going to live in that house with you," she said clearly.
I nodded.
This had always been her house and even though our relationship
was about to change I did not have the right to ask her to move away. She
leaned back on her hands and stretched her body. The water glistened on
her skin. I touched her knees and she spread them to accept me between
them. I moved so that I could lick the moisture from her stomach. She
pulled my head up and drew me closer so that we could kiss. Kisses had
been more frequent since the one at the dinner. This one did not hide her
hunger at all though. Her lips communicated a desire to mate. I let them
go and rested my forehead between her breasts. My desire for her had never
been asleep but in the last month it had become more and more insistent.
"David, we have to talk first," she said. I grabbed her hips and
moved her body so that our groins touched before I looked at her. She
kissed me again softer than before but the need had grown stronger in each
of us.
"We have to get married," she said into my lips. I nodded having
known that was our fate since the Formal. It was also the best way I could
stake my claim on her.
"I'm not like Brittany or even your mother about sex, David," she
whispered seriously.
I looked into her eyes and the sadness she carried was most
evident.
"I don't want or need you every night," she said softly.
I turned my head a little to look at her. She touched my lips with
her fingertips.
"A couple of times a week are what I want with you, David."
"Why?" I asked her thinking about only being with her a few times
a month.
It seemed intolerable.
"Ever since Rain..." she began.
I put my lips on hers stopping the explanation. I knew that twins
like Rachel/Rain, Sean/Patrick and Joanne/Stephanie would always be
incomplete without the other. If this was how Rachel dealt with her
emptiness then I could not deny her continued grief.
I laughed a tiny laugh thinking about the repercussions of what
she was asking for. She took my chin into her hand and turned me so that I
could look into her blue eyes.
"What are you thinking?" she asked. I put my hand on the knot on
her left hip and undid it until the strings separated completely.
"That's going to make it rough for me," I said sincerely.
She shook my chin in her hand and smiled. It was such a happy
smile that the pressure in my chest increased.
She undid the knot on her right hip and put her hands on my waist.
"Are you saying you expect me to give up women?" she asked with a
lot of humor in her voice.
"You just said you only needed sex a couple of times a week."
She shook her head at me.
"No, I said I only wanted you a couple of times a week. It's
different with women, David. I don't give myself to them."
I nodded.
"With Roger, we had sex twice a week and a threesome once a week."
I raised an eyebrow.
"With another woman there, you're not my only focus. While you're
inside me, she kisses me and it isn't as intense. I can hold on to a part
of myself."
I flipped the front of her bikini bottom down exposing her pubic
area. I smiled at the racing stripe of blonde hair; her clit was distended
and looked anxious for my touch. I had to taste her immediately so I
kissed her belly and let her pubic hair guide me to her core. I did not
bother with teasing; I took her button into my mouth and sucked it. She
gasped and I licked it hard from left to right. She ran her fingers along
my hair and voiced her pleasure. Her taste was strong in my mouth as her
body flooded moisture to prepare her for me. She pulled me up to take her
flavor from my lips.
We kissed as I stroked her pussy lips with my fingers. I was hard
and my eyes were losing focus, as I wanted nothing more than to be inside
her again; four years after becoming her man. A certain part of me had not
needed the time to mature and that was the focus of her attention as she
pulled my shorts out of the way, but was not enough for me so I stripped
them off my body. She welcomed my lips on hers as I stepped back into her.
My body found her center easily and I slipped into her like there had not
been a break between this and the last time we were together.
She moaned as my hands moved to her asscheeks and I gripped her
hard. She broke the kiss and bit my shoulder as the wait ended. She gave
her body completely to me. Her pleasure squeezed my body and moistened our
joining; it was all I needed. I added my own wetness to her insides. My
teeth touched her neck as I pumped into her channel making sure I gave
myself to the deepest part of her being.
I picked her up by her hips and turned us so that I was sitting
with her in my lap. She smiled at me as I failed to soften inside her. She
reached behind to free her breasts for my lips. She leaned back and I took
her nipples into my mouth. I sucked and licked them until she moved on my
lap wanting more of the pleasure that came from my moving inside of her. I
leaned back on my arms and pushed up with my hips. She got the message and
set her feet while putting her hands on my chest. It was like it had been
before; we looked into each other's eyes sharing the moment as our bodies
climbed to a pleasure that we shared together.
She rode me for a couple of minutes and had a small orgasm before
settling onto my lap. Her blue eyes were committed when she stood up
taking her warmth from around my dick. She took my hand and walked me over
to the lounge. I loved Rachel's ass and hips. I pushed up so that my dick
rode up the crack of her ass and brought my hands around to her breasts.
She leaned her head back giving me her neck to kiss.
She let me enjoy the taste of her for a minute and pulled my hands
from her breasts. She climbed on to the lounge and put her knees
underneath her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. She
wriggled her ass at me.
"I'm yours now. Forever, David," she said with another movement of
her behind; that single act coupled with those words slammed us back to
that summer many years ago.
The circle was complete.
We both knew what this ritual signified; it was the transaction
that marked her ultimate surrender and the destiny we had given over to. I
got on the lounge behind her and put my hands on her asscheeks. She was
not lubricated but we both wanted it that way. I put a foot beside the
lounge to give myself leverage. I grabbed my dick and pointed it to
Rachel's pussy. I pounded into her and let her juices coat me for all the
softness we would need for the next act.
I pulled out of her and put the tip of my dick on her anus. She
squeezed her buttocks together at the first contact trapping me. She
giggled at that and I separated her asscheeks with my hands. Rachel
slipped her hand between her legs and held my dick in position over her
anal opening.
I pressed into Rachel and she stroked me to keep me hard. I made a
slow entrance into my future wife. I slowly took possession of her until
the thickest part of the head passed into her body. She sighed at the feel
of me and tugged at my dick to get me to finish it. I pushed into her
slowly as her fingers kept me hard as steel. I did not stop until I was
seated with my length inside of her ass. She brought her hands around and
took the place of my hands in spreading herself. I put my hands on her
waist and pulled back a couple of inches. I pushed into her with my hips
and pulled back on her with my hands. She groaned as we joined together as
completely as possible.
I pushed down with my hips and Rachel lay down on her stomach. I
got my foot back on the lounge and put all of my weight on Rachel. She
brought her hands around to play with the skin of my hips as I began a
slow minor stroking in and out of her. I was only moving inches and even
that was too much after a while. I settled into just applying pressure on
her ass with my hips and relaxing. We whispered the words that promised
ourselves to each other until I could not hold on any longer and my cum
became the ink of our vows.
-----
Over the rest of the summer she proved to me that she was hiding a
part of her sexuality. We fucked anytime that we could get together but
she explained that it been so long she was just catching up. She said
eventually we would settle into twice a week but she had four years of
sexual separation from her man to make up for.
It had to be ritualistic when she gave me the part I had shared of
Brittany back. On Brittany's body, we promised that no woman would join
with either one of us without being with the other. It was the same vow
that she had with Roger. Our first threesome lasted every waking moment
that I was not in practice from Friday night into Monday morning.
I had a fantastic July that consisted of my being wrapped in
Rachel's warmth; when August came it woke me up.
The idea that Marisa would soon be joining me in college was a
lingering concern that seemed to haunt me. I had not fully considered the
differences between our relationship in high school and what we might have
in college.
Marisa started high school as the baby sister of a popular senior
athlete. Michelle had protected her from any social difficulties by taking
my sister under her wing. No male was going to cross the Smiths who
treated her as their baby sister in public nor would he think of testing
my protectiveness. No female was going to challenge the School Queen's
choice of friends either. Marisa made her own friends rapidly outside the
school's social elite but everyone took that to be her natural
gracefulness. My leaving had not changed any of that even when Marisa did
not date any of her classmates during her early high school years.
The lack boyfriends would have singled her out except the
occasional appearances by the twins and me made everyone think she was not
allowed to date yet. During her senior year, the rock that Michael bought
her clarified for everyone that she had progressed beyond high school
courtship rituals the day she walked in. College was different and
abstractly I knew that the size of State would make her draw closer to our
house.
It became public knowledge when she had an argument with my mother
about her desire to move into our house for the rest of the summer and
live there during her freshman year. The expression on my face stopped
their arguing so that they could laugh. Michael did not help the situation
by suggesting it was a good idea. He made some dumbass excuse that he
would feel better if she did not have an opportunity to rethink her
decision to marry when she met those freshman studs.
Marisa's look suggested that his comment did not deserve an
acknowledgement from anyone in the room. I tried to make my own dumbass
excuses; the first was telling her that living in a freshman dorm was an
important part of the college experience. It was the last excuse I could
make because I had to duck thrown objects. Michael was no help at this
point since he reaped the benefits when she lost control; this was made
obvious when he dragged her back into their bedroom after her fork struck
my shoulder.
Her bedroom had become THEIR bedroom a month after the Formal.
Rachel was the one who asked me what was really wrong. I asked her
how much she knew about my sexual adventures. Brittany, who was there for
Rachel's required weekly threesome, snorted at me and said that Rachel
knew everything she did. Rachel made a point of it by asking when I was
going to bring Helen by to keep my vow. I said that since Brittany had
slept with Helen I thought that was good enough.
Their tandem looks of disappointment made me blush for the first
time in years. I rapidly made amends by immediately calling up Helen with
them present and giving her a graphic description of what had to happen if
we were to continue our affair. I made further amends by giving her a
vivid description of Rachel as seen through my eyes. The words I used
caused Rachel to blush, which gave her such a great color that Helen got a
little more than we intended over the phone. We were resting with me
sandwiched between both women before Rachel asked again what was really
wrong with Marisa going to State.
I asked Brittany if Marisa would be given a bid.
It earned me a second blush-causing look of disappointment. I felt
it was undeserved and said so.
"You're a Big, David," Brittany said snottily. "Of course, your
BABY sister is going to be gathered in. Knowing your sister, she'll be
wearing her pledge henna the day she arrives."
"Hmm... That reminds me," I said trying to distract them from my
befuddlement since I had considered all of the problems involved with
Marisa going to school with me again.
"How are we going to deal with the sisters in light of our
engagement and our vow?" I asked Rachel.
They looked at each other before looking at me.
"It was taken care of a long time ago," Rachel said as if it was
enough. I looked at both of them and my eyes must have told them it was
not enough of an explanation this time.
"Rachel is an honorary sister," Brittany said which surprised me.
"Roger was a Big," Rachel confessed quietly solving the second
part of the equation I sat up and stared at both of them. I had a ton of
questions I wanted to ask but took a deep breath and held it instead.
Every time I thought I understood the machinations my pack had gone
through to prepare me for my ultimate position, I stumbled across another
conundrum. I shrugged my shoulders in resignation and lay back down. They
relaxed, as they perceived my refusal solved the puzzle for now.
"The Sisterhood understands the line. We don't have to hold them
to a threesome unless they are a regular part of your life," Rachel said.
"Anyway," I said pointedly in a voice warning that any further
manipulation on their parts had better be well thought out and they would
be best advised to avoid pissing me off. "Sisters gossip outrageously.
Marisa is about to get a very candid picture of me."
They looked at each other again and shrugged at me as if they did
not get my point.
"The sisters know just about everything about me," I explained
further. "Things most big brothers want to keep from their little
sisters."
"She knows a lot, David," Rachel said.
"She WAS the one that suggested the solution to Samantha and
Elizabeth," Brittany reminded me.
"Yeah, she did but Marisa did not get involved with details," I
said. "I have a feeling she's going to get DETAILS."
"So give them to her yourself," Rachel said dismissing my concern.
Brittany completed the dismissal by kissing Rachel. My fascination for the
contrast between the two as they kissed convinced me that it was a
reasonable suggestion. This was to halt further discussion so we could get
to the part where those contrasts were wrapped around me.
The more I thought about it the more it seemed like a good idea to
have a discussion with Marisa about the things she would hear as a pledge.
My sister had signaled her intent to join the sorority by wearing the
sorority letters soon after 'borrowing' Julie's sweatshirt. I knew she was
also in possession of a sorority jacket and had noticed that sorority
sisters spent time with Marisa whenever they found themselves together.
I practiced a whole lot of different ways to express the things
that had to be said. She immediately accepted my invitation to visit the
mall so that she could spend some money on her freshman wardrobe and we
could have a quiet lunch. She empirically knew that the main intent of my
invitation was to discuss a personal matter with her.
I enjoyed the private time with her even when she teased by making
me buy her things from Victoria's Secret. We drove to the restaurant after
that and ate quietly before I gave the waiter an obvious signal that he
should remain scarce.
She looked at me expectantly and I enjoyed the increase the last
two years had added to her beauty. Her body type had stabilized somewhere
between that of my mother and Esmeralda. She was too voluptuous for
elegance but too slim for earthy. She smiled at me warmly and touched my
hand with hers nodding for me to begin.
"You're going to pledge the sorority," I said.
"They have already given me the pledge pin and I've known
everything I needed to be a sister for a year."
"From whom?" I asked her.
"Tawny and Julie made sure I had a head start."
I nodded my head remembering some of the nights I had enjoyed with
them. I knew they would probably be chosen as Marisa's big sisters and
while they could be trusted, their idea of what their little sister needed
to know was different than mine.
"You're going to hear a lot of things about me," I said carefully.
She nodded her head and waited. I stopped and thought about how to
continue.
"I know you're a Big, David," she said to help me along. I nodded
at that and it was a nod to get her to continue talking.
"I know all about the privileges that gives you," she said
enjoying my discomfort. I put my elbows on the table and looked at her
slightly annoyed by her smile.
"David, I was the one that suggested you blackmail the idiots'
wives into being your sex slaves," she said pointedly.
"You don't talk to them the way you will your sisters," I said.
"They are going to tell you what you want to know if you ask questions."
She shrugged admitting it was true.
"I would prefer if you have questions about me that you get the
answers from me."
She squeezed my hand tightly.
"David, I'm not going to be embarrassed or ashamed of anything you
do. You're MY big brother first," she said with all her love for me in her
eyes.
I nodded at her.
"I don't want you surprised by anything you hear from them. So
this is your chance before you get in there."
She nodded, paused and sat back staring at me. Her first question
floored me.
"Are you fucking mom?" she asked finally. Her eyes were boring
into me and she sighed when my hesitation answered her question.
"Yeah," I said unnecessarily. We sat through a few minutes of
silence as she had her suspicions confirmed. She sat back and looked at
me.
"When did it start?"
"The night of the fire hydrant," I said plainly. She nodded her
head and thought about that some more.
"What about Iris and Karen?" she asked.
"I took Iris after one of the visits to the mountain lake. Karen
and I started the day that Rachel and I became lovers the first time."
"That's why Karen stopped fighting with me?" she asked knowing the
answer.
I shrugged; the workings of the female mind were not something I
was going to speculate on with another female.
She ate quietly for a few minutes before she put her fork down
again.
"Why didn't you ever come to me?" she said with a tiny smile
touching the edges of her lips.
"Do you ever remember a single day of your life when you weren't
Michael's?" I asked her seriously.
She shook her head slowly.
"Neither do I."
She put her hand on top of mine and smiled. I remembered every
night I had read her to sleep. They ended with my touching her face to
feel her breath on my skin.
Nothing in my life had ever been as pure as those moments
together.
We did not have to say anything else.
-----
Probably in deference to my feelings, Marisa decided to stay at
home for the rest of the summer and agreed to try the dorms for at least
her freshman year.
The rest of my summer was spent catching Rachel up to where she
only 'needed' sex with me twice a week along with her required weekly
threesome. I still thought there was something else going on beneath the
surface but I left it alone since Rachel was now an active and public part
of my life.
The last bit of excitement of the summer came when Rachel decided
to have a major showdown with Esmeralda. Their first clash had occurred
over my swimming program but over the past two years there had been nearly
monthly skirmishes that had left neither side satisfied with the results.
I figured they would settle things quietly when Rachel and I
silently declared our intentions at the last Formal. Rachel had not asked
me nor had I asked her but she wore her old engagement ring. There were no
announcements but everyone assumed it meant exactly what Rachel wanted
them to think.
It was the week before school started. I walked into Rachel's
library wanting to ask her about how we were going to spend time together
if I lived at school.
They were sitting across from each other and they had been waiting
for my entrance. They glanced back and forth at each other and I almost
heard the clash of swords. I looked at Esmeralda in confusion; as my blood
aunt she could not occupy a position beside me so she could not win the
war. Rachel was the path to our security, which made the choice obvious
for all of us. I moved to Rachel's side and she got up from her chair. I
sat down and she sat in my lap. I looked at Esmeralda angrily. There was
defiance in her eyes as if my choice was not sufficient.
The defiance was what made Rachel move. Insolence could not be
tolerated from anyone in our family without the structure falling apart.
She was a large woman when compared to Esmeralda but her movement to the
smaller woman's side was quick. She had a fistful of hair before Esmeralda
knew what was going on. Rachel pulled on the hair and Esmeralda could only
grab on to her wrist in anxiety. It should have turned into a catfight but
I understood why it did not from the look in Esmeralda's eyes.
She demanded this. Rachel had to prove to her that she could make
even the strongest of the female blood bow her head.
The kiss was long and hard and Esmeralda fought it until Rachel
straddled her lap pinning her. Rachel buried both hands in Esmeralda's
hair and deepened the kiss. I had to smile as Esmeralda's hands came
around to grab Rachel's ass. I could have told my aunt that Rachel would
win the second she brought her sexuality to bear.
Rachel pulled Esmeralda to her feet and tore her clothing off.
Esmeralda fought back recovering quickly from the kiss but Rachel
stretched out a hand to me and I took it. She pushed Esmeralda out the
library door and up to our bedroom. Esmeralda struggled but Rachel dropped
kisses on her at the right moments along the way to distract.
Upstairs, Rachel threw Esmeralda down on the master bed. Esmeralda
watched Rachel and the lust in her eyes reflected the wolf. Rachel had
turned every ounce of her sexuality on Esmeralda and was drowning the
other woman in need. Rachel took her clothes off slowly making sure
Esmeralda enjoyed every exposed inch individually. I took my clothes off
much faster than Rachel did.
Rachel climbed over Esmeralda's body until her pussy was
positioned above her lips. She turned around to look at me.
"Fuck her hard," she said in a voice that made me hard enough to
drive nails. "Fuck her REAL hard."
She lowered her pussy onto Esmeralda's waiting mouth. I watched as
Esmeralda's tongue came out to meet the descending pussy and her hands
took hard grips on Rachel's thighs. I opened Esmeralda's legs and touched
her center. She was dripping wetness as the desire to be with us overcame
her.
There was something about Rachel that our entire family was
attracted to and such meant she would never have a problem keeping any of
the women in line; with them came control of the men.
I pushed up Esmeralda's legs so she was completely exposed to me
and did as Rachel directed. My first thrust was all power refusing to
acknowledge any discomfort from Esmeralda. I hit bottom, pushed down on
Esmeralda's knees, pulled my hips back and demanded more from her body.
She screamed into Rachel's pussy as her body exploded from the mental
pressure of being had by Rachel and being taken by me.
I ignored her body's movements through orgasm and kept to Rachel's
instructions. I pulled back and during the middle of Esmeralda's orgasm I
gave her body a hard thrust to keep her from coming down. She screamed
again into Rachel's body as her body struggled with the end of one orgasm
and the beginning of another. I thrust madly into her reaching for my own
pleasure as Esmeralda was overwhelmed with the feeling of my body fucking
her hard at Rachel's instruction. Rachel knew the moment the climax came
because her body came also. I pushed as deep into Esmeralda as our bodies
would allow and flooded her womb with my cum. Esmeralda exploded at the
feel of my heat and as if a current connected us through my aunt's body
Rachel joined us in orgasm.
-----
School began as everyone expected it would, with Marisa selected
as part of a not-so secret pledge class of one. No one asked about her
henna marking, and if they had the sorority would have indicated that she
was promised not pledged. Julie and Tawny were Marisa's big sisters and
the pledgemaster did not hide the fact that nothing would impede Marisa
from becoming a sister.
Coach had recruited a fantastic breaststroker so the team headed
towards our senior season with expectations of another national
championship and a powerful school presence on the Olympic team. Our coach
had been selected as the Olympic coach since he trained the greatest
number of athletes expected to make the Olympic team.
The family settled in nicely after Esmeralda became Rachel's
female enforcer. I was put on an unspoken schedule of threesomes to make
sure every woman of my blood showed their loyalty to our dominant union.
My mother was excluded but something about Rachel and their relationship
made it seem natural.
I had to do some maneuvering to keep out of the "In the Dark"
party. The sisters knew that I was short a few sexual partners and that
getting me meant getting Brittany and Rachel would be side dishes and
possible desserts. They had been throwing themselves at me from moment the
Coven broke up and Brittany was ensuring that I caught more than my fair
share.
Marisa was at the center of my worry regarding the "In the Dark"
party. Our discussion about my family lovers had not ended on a final note
and I was trying to avoid a situation where she might do something she
would regret. She knew exactly what I was up to and did some teasing
anyway by keeping my lap busy during the beginning of the party. I thought
that my sitting upstairs would help the sisters maintain some decorum but
I was outmaneuvered. As soon as the "In the Dark" portion of the party
began, Marisa was guided out of the room by her big sisters. I was in the
Chapter room and knew I was in trouble when the doors were slid closed.
"So David, you actually like to watch the action while it's going
on?" said the new president, a gorgeous blonde senior. I remembered
Brittany saying something about the new president having dumped her
boyfriend in preparation for the amount of time she would have to spend
with the sorority. I looked around the room and there were two other
sisters who I had seen with Brittany at Rachel's house that week. I would
have been safer in the dark, not as satisfied but probably safer.
Marisa did not adjust well to dorm life. I did not know anything
was going on until the first weekend in October when a family dinner was
interrupted by Julie and Tawny. Family dinners consisted of Rachel,
Brittany, my mother, Marisa, Michael and both set of twins. The Lees were
not surprised to see the girls so their arrival got my attention right
away.
They stood behind Marisa, one at either shoulder and looked at me.
"We think living in the dorm is a bad idea for Marisa," Tawny said
with conviction.
"We want her to move into your house, David," Julie said; her hand
moved to touch Marisa's shoulder. My sister looked at me, and her eyes
filled with tears.
"I can't be without..." she started in a voice that was painful to
my ears. I was surprised to hear the pop as the water glass shattered in
my hand.
"It's okay, David," my mother said comforting me as she took my
hand, cleaned the glass off of it and dabbed at the small cuts.
She turned to look at Julie, Tawny and the Lees.
"Girls, help Marisa move into the house," she said. They all
nodded and the Lees got up to join their sorority sisters.
"Michael, take a couple of days of and help your fiancé settle
in," Rachel commanded looking at him. He nodded and got up to kneel by
Marisa. I watched him whisper to her and watched her nod back to him. I
had made a mistake in my quest to protect my sister from exposure to my
sexual life. Marisa had friends outside of her family and the Smiths but
none came in contact with her beyond the confines of school. She had been
more insulated than I was by my family's protectiveness and her desire to
be with Michael. In one swoop, she lost the warmth of her family and the
nightly presence of her love. She had no interest in the social aspects of
school except for the sorority but as a pledge she did not have the full
privileges that would have allowed her to wrap them around her. It would
have been better for her had I agreed to her moving in with us from the
beginning.
Later in the day, the Smith twins and I arrived home to find
Michael and Marisa cuddling on the couch. Michael nodded to us as we
passed. I sighed at what I was sure was the addition of two housemates.
The house was big enough for all of us but having your baby sister and
what amounted to a big brother moving in made me dread its effects on my
love life.
The fear was proven to be a completely bogus assumption after the
first week. She was so bad that the Lees renamed Marisa "SS" for "Sexual
Satan". Somewhere in her evil mind my baby sister decided to live
vicariously through my sexual adventures since she had no current desire
to directly experience sex outside of her relationship with Michael.
I know the exact moment that the possibilities for surrogate fun
occurred to her. I had returned from a lunch with Erica and Marisa was the
one who answered the door to let Marelin in. Our visitor confused her so
the Lees made Marelin explain the perversity of her situation. Later that
night, Michael asked me what we had put in Marisa's water. The Lees were
happy to explain in detail what had turned Marisa on so much.
Michael did not know about Marelin so after having the situation
explained to him he had to exit the room because it had the same effect on
him as it had on his fiancé. From that moment on, Marisa was intent on
getting me into the deepest, darkest, most exhilarating sexual adventures
she and her big sisters could manufacture. When the sorority members
figured out what Marisa was up to they played along with every scenario
she came up with. I was convinced to let her do what she wanted after I
walked in to find four bound, blindfolded and gagged sisters kneeling in
different corners of my room.
I planned a reward for her being such a wonderful baby sister
after that particular scenario.
The rest of the semester went smoothly after Marisa's move-in. Her
pledging went as easily as the sorority expected it to. Rachel decided on
sex one night in our house, one night in her house, and let the threesomes
fall on whatever bed was closest. After she worked her way through the
family, our usual partner was Brittany.
Karen's visit at Christmastime made for an interesting holiday.
Because she had decided to go to school across the country, we had the
feeling she was running away. During Christmas, it became clear she
regretted her decision when she started asking for the name of schools
near her present one where the sorority had a chapter. Marisa got her some
names and Karen apologized profusely with her body for having left us.
My last semester had been worked out carefully because of the
Olympics that summer. The Lees and I had our majors completed and had been
accepted early into State's MBA program. The Smith twins were in a similar
situation so for the first time in college we all ended up in the same
classes. The professors knew we were at the tail end of our Olympic
training so they cut us even more slack than we already had.
I should have learned by then that I should never think I was in
for a quiet anything. I had allowed thoughts of a perfectly quiet final
semester of training and Brittany/Rachel threesomes when Marisa dunked me
in her sexual shenanigans again.
The sorority had two pledge classes a year. The fall semester
pledge class was the more prestigious one that usually only included their
first semester freshman pledges. The spring semester pledge class
contained girls they had been keeping an eye on. Marisa volunteered our
home as the pledge gathering site. I thought it was done because these
were new pledges and she was probably closer in mindset to them,
especially the freshmen, than her full sisters. At the time, I did not
know that every chapter of the sorority had a Book.
The pledges were all good looking so it was cool to walk into the
house after practice to find them doing pledgy things that were
unfathomable to the Smiths or I. In the beginning of March, I realized
that most of the pledges were looking at me differently. They appeared
curious, very curious. Some of the upperclassmen even flirted with me
every opportunity they got.
The freshmen soon followed after the first couple of successful
flirts. The next incident, their first sleepover, was when I should have
realized my sister was manipulating things. The girls were all wearing
sexy sleepwear and had no problems hanging out with me in the living room
to show it off. The other residents of the house were conveniently gone
for the night so I spent a pleasant evening of being teased and being used
as a scratching post for the girls who wanted to taste some of the sexual
power the sorority was trying to liberate in them.
I did not think it would go any further than teasing until they
were full sisters. I had not counted on Marisa picking the exemplar right
off the bat. She was the right one because she had enough sexual curiosity
and desire that Marisa was able to fan her into acting without thinking
things through.
She obviously had not thought things through when I found her
wearing a white silk teddy and matching panties in my room. On the other
hand, she might have thought things through and being caught by Rachel or
Brittany was plan B.
She was a chocolate brunette with shoulder length hair. She worked
at the school gym so her five foot six body was trim with feminine curves.
She had gold hazel eyes and they were warm when she turned towards me. She
had been playing with one of the trinkets originally left in my freshman
dorm room by Rachel.
"Hi," she said. "I was just looking around."
I looked at her body. She had breasts that would almost fill a
C-cup bra and her nipples were hard as diamonds against the silk. She
turned around to put the trinket back giving me a full view of an ass not
cursed by any of the freshman fifteen pounds. I put my books down and
moved to sit on my bed. She smiled at me and sat down with me. One foot
was touching the floor but her other leg was crossed exposing wetness in
her thin silk panties. I watched it increase slowly as my eyes touching
her hungrily affected her body.
"You're a Big," she said deliberately.
Her eyes were on my hard dick as it showed through my shorts. I
came out of Helen's class hoping to have a get together on the downstairs
mats but a couple of students stayed behind for some help on their
upcoming belt test. Helen looked at my hard-on with longing as it tried to
punch through my thin shorts but she shook her head. Helen was a good
instructor and her students came first. She whispered promises for after
the test into my ear as she played with me in goodbye.
"Yes, Melinda," I said carefully.
"Sisters have certain responsibilities when it comes to a Big's
needs," she said and squeezed her lower body in a way to pulse the cloth
of her panties into her pussy lips.
"You're not a sister yet," I said cautiously. It was the first
time I heard it put in that fashion and her words put me close to pushing
her back and tasting freshman pussy.
"Bigs are also supposed to take care of sisters," she said in a
tone of voice that had gained in heat.
'You're not a sister yet," I repeated. She folded her legs
underneath her so she was sitting on them. Her knees were spread wide
enough for me to have an uninterrupted view of her wetness and she
presented her needy breasts to me.
"I've never had this with a man," she said. "Heat."
I nodded as she moved slowly towards me.
"I had a boyfriend in high school, but it was in and out before I
had any fun."
I nodded again when she moved my legs so she could place herself
between them.
"Last semester there was a guy but it was the same thing, in and
out; he was done before I warmed up."
She moved so that her lips were inches from mine and she was
staring into my eyes.
"But with you I'm already warmed up and we haven't even touched
yet."
I looked at her eyes and then her mouth. She licked her lips,
which increased the heat coming off my body. She took my hand and ran it
down the split in her teddy until my fingers touched her pussy through the
silk of her panties.
"I want to be fucked like the Book says you fuck," she said and my
dick just about sang out a hallelujah. "It's my right as a sister and my
body is your right as my Big."
She closed the distance between us and her lips covered mine. It
had been a long time since I had been with someone so young. Her lips and
tongue were flavored with the sweetness of youth. I put my thumb on her
chin and pushed it up to allow me to kiss her neck. I moved my other hand
over and then under the waistband of her panties. I touched her pussylips
with my digits and used my thumb to make a small circle on her clit. She
groaned, pressed herself against my hand and released as she finally got
what she should have owned at the very least every time she was with a
man.
She must have schemed this for a while and the anticipation of its
execution had physically and mentally prepared her well for what was to
come. I did not have to spend long with my lips on her neck or my fingers
on her pussy before she had a big orgasm. She wrapped her arms around my
head and pulled me tightly into her neck. She moved hard on my fingers as
her body erupted for the first time ever in pleasure caused by a man. I
rode with her carefully down the slope until she let go and lay down
beside me. She hid her face against my hip as she recovered from getting a
taste what she wanted.
I thought about taking a shower but she precluded any movement by
pushing up my t-shirt and firmly biting my side. I looked down at her in
surprise as she looked up.
"You looked like you were getting distracted and after that I want
EVERYTHING else," she said. She stretched her arms up and I twisted around
so that I was almost on top of her. Her tongue invaded my mouth
immediately but it was only bait so that I would take possession of her
mouth. She was barely holding her body above the waterline of desire and
wanted me to drown both of us in it.
I broke our kiss and took off my t-shirt. She grabbed one of the
strings in front tying her silk teddy together and stretched it out
towards me. I took it from her and untied the bow slowly until it came
completely apart. The teddy was resting on her body with nothing
preventing me from taking it off. I gapped the material between her
breasts with my lips. She pushed her chest towards me and turned so that
her nipple touched my face. I pushed the teddy aside and sucked her nipple
hard. She gasped as I released the pressure and licked small circles
around the center of her present pleasure. She turned to beg me for the
same treatment for her other nipple. I licked the small circles on it and
then sucked it hard. She pushed herself into me and I took the teddy off
her body. I took my time kissing, licking, and nibbling her young skin.
I took all the time that every man she had ever been with should
have taken. I took all the time her one-night stand should have taken to
convince her to come back for more.
Her body told me it would not settle for just one time with every
wriggle and push she made towards me; movements that would allow every
inch of her body to be touched. She gasped and finally shook with an
orgasm that came from treating her entire body like a single erogenous
zone.
"OH FUCK!" she screamed and I was sure everyone in the house knew
what was happening.
"I'M COMING!" she let the words out as a secondary release to the
orgasm that had no erotic center. She pushed at me to prevent me from
touching her as her body soaked in the pleasure of the seduction she had
been courageous enough to snatch.
I backed off waiting for her to recover slightly before I put my
hands on the waistband of her panties. She did not realize she lifted her
hips in a motion that her pleasure made instinctive. She was starting to
come around when I parted her thighs. She looked at me as she realized
what I was going to do but she did not have the will to stop me as I
lowered my mouth to her pussy.
She gasped at the feel of my tongue splitting her pussylips apart
and caressing her clit.
"Oh My God!" she said gutturally when I flicked my tongue on her
clit. She brought her knees up and grabbed her thighs to spread herself
for my touch. I helped her by pushing on the inside of her thighs as I
licked her pussylips from bottom to top. I took her clit into my mouth and
suckled it lightly while stroking it gently with the tip of my tongue. I
did not want to overdo my efforts so I settled in to teasing her slowly to
orgasm. She tasted fresh and the sounds she was making were ones of
pleasant discovery.
She came in the manner in which I was licking her, in slow languid
waves that left her giggling at the end of them. She pulled me up by
touching my face and pleading with her hands for me to come up for air. I
kissed a trail of touches up to her lips. She licked my lips as she looked
into my eyes to signal that she wanted to continue this novel exploration
of mind-blowing sex with a man. I kissed her as I felt her hands travel
down my sides to my shorts.
She pushed them down until my cock was freed. She left the
disposition of my shorts to me as she moved her hands to taking a tight
grip on me. Her breathing accelerated as I took my shorts off. She stroked
me with the inexperience that came from not being with someone that took
his time. I knelt between her legs and pushed my pelvis towards her giving
her the time to explore to her heart's content. She understood my intent
and sat up to look at me. It took her five minutes of moving me around,
stroking me, touching me and finally kissing the very tip of me before she
lay back down with a smile on her face. I put my weight on her and she
kept her smile as she kissed me while putting her legs on my hips.
I placed myself at the entrance of her body. She was the one that
moved towards me so that the head was forced inside of her. She broke the
kiss to put her face in my neck; her hands came around to touch my back in
a plea to give her what she had come for. I aligned myself better and
pushed into her body.
The orgasms she had gone through helped fit us together. It was
tight but she felt no discomfort because her body was ready to accept a
man in pleasure. I got halfway into her and pulled out to enjoy the feel
of her body's acceptance. She dug her nails into my side in protest to my
withdrawal and dug them deeper when this time I filled her as completely
as she wanted.
"Oh, God! Please, David!" she pleaded without the full knowledge
of what she was asking for. My body thought it was enough and I pulled
back only to thrust into her fully. She dropped her head back onto the bed
and pushed her hips towards me to re-experience the ecstasy the thrust had
given her. I pulled back and thrust hard. Her hands could not find a place
to rest so they fluttered between my body and hers. She touched her own
nipples and squeezed them as I thrust steadily into her with length and
power.
I took my time knowing she would be mine whenever I asked if I
filled her body to bursting with the pleasure of being a woman. Her first
orgasm with a man inside her surprised her with its power. I stopped deep
inside to enjoy how her body surrounded me with feeling.
I ignored her second orgasm as I felt my own building. I thrust
through it as if it had no power over either of us. She grabbed my hips
and rode out the excitement of feeling me thrusting relentlessly into her
as her body flowered in pleasure.
She pulled me down on top of her and whispered in my ears how she
wanted me to cum inside her until it poured out of her. She drove me to
thrust harder and harder into her as her words affected both of us. She
ended with a series of womanly cries as she squeezed me with her thighs
when I thickened inside her. I emptied my body into hers as I drove down
into her and held at the bottom of my thrust. She opened her body to
accept me as she pushed up to take me deeper. We both went a little crazy
as we ground into each other to get me to fill her body with cum as
completely as she wanted.
She held me on top of her when we stopped moving to prevent me
from getting off. She wanted me there as if it was a part of the
experience she had been craving.
We were still fused together like that when Brittany came into the
room. She laughed softly at the look of satisfaction that Melinda gave
her. She moved closer to the bed and ran a finger down the line of my
spine.
"Did you know that if the two of us take a shower together and
make out, it will make him horny as hell again?" she asked Melinda whose
only reply was to pull Brittany down for her first woman to woman kiss.
-----
I thought it was all Melinda's idea until I asked during a pledge
hangout session what Melinda meant by the 'Book'. I remembered she had
said 'fucked like the Book says you do' but at the time getting inside her
was more important than having any questions answered. There were a couple
of sisters in the room including the pledgemaster so the pledges looked
around before answering.
"You're rated very highly in the Book," Marisa answered taking the
pressure from the pledges.
"Umm... what book?" I asked.
"Every chapter has a Book with the things sisters should know
about the Chapter," Marisa said with a look that told me to stop asking
questions about the Book.
"How I fuck is in the Book?" I asked carefully.
Marisa nodded in restrained glee. I sat back and looked at her. I
knew her own nature would get her to say more. Someone else spoke up first
though.
"You, solo, with none of your women helping, is rated a full
half-point higher than taking on the Smith and Lee twins at the same time.
The sisters just love your intensity," Melinda said with a sultry smile
that could make a dead man hard.
The pledges looked at Melinda with some shock in their eyes. The
sisters treated Melinda differently after we had our sexual encounter and
they finally figured out why. They looked from Melinda to me and then back
to Melinda. Rachel had made a special trip up for Melinda the night before
so the girl was looking very satisfied.
"You act like a sister; you are a sister," the pledgemaster said
to the pledges to make sure none of them felt bitter about Melinda's
recent status change; it had been a couple of doors down for all of them.
The pledges turned to me as one and I felt a bead of sweat form at the
small of my back. I turned to look at Marisa and her flashing eyes
confirmed it. She had set me up and every pledge now knew the fastest
route to full acceptance in their sorority was through my bed. They could
have chosen any of the four Bigs but Marisa locked their sights on me.
I am sure that every big brother feels like strangling his baby
sister every now and then. I was targeted by the pledges as if the medical
community had told them I was a rare form of fat-free chocolate that did
better on the taste tests than the real thing. I was on the cusp of at
least one massive tickle ambush against my sister to get revenge but the
final three pledges gunned me down as I waited for her in the living room
two weeks later. The sisters answered the pledges suspicions when they
treated each one like a full sister as soon as the pledge added her notch
to my bedpost.
The night after the three pledges had initiated an orgy in my
living room that would get me hard into my nineties I sat in the living
room thanking myself for the foresight of having spent months planning my
sister's punishment/reward. Rachel found the whole situation absurdly
funny and even though she had said there was no need for us to share a
sister, she made trips down for every pledge as they ran me down.
"Did you know that David is the first Big to fuck an entire pledge
class at our Chapter?" Marisa said in a smug little voice to the other
occupants in the room. Marisa, Michael, Brittany, the Lees, the Smith
twins, Rachel and I were enjoying a rare quiet Saturday night.
"Really?" Michael asked with enough smugness in his voice to fan
the flames of Marisa's excitement. There was something about my sexual
adventures that set Marisa off. I thought it was time to send her a little
down the road of her own sexual darkness, if only to give myself a break
for a couple of months.
Marisa launched into recitals of selected passages each pledge had
added to the Book. I stood up when she got to Melinda and walked around
the sofa to stand behind her. She leaned her head back and looked up at me
with her most innocent smile. I moved down and kissed her forehead before
kneeling on the floor. I reached underneath and pulled out what I had
hidden there. I stood up and held in front of her face. She looked
confused and had to create distance between us to look at it.
"What's that for?" she asked nervously. There was the slightest
titter of excitement in her voice as she recognized what it was. I felt
Michael' harsh intake of air. The Lees giggled and leaned forward. The
Smith twins leaned back. Brittany and Rachel eyes bored into me.
"Most little sisters would love to drive big brother's car," I
said slowly. "You have a better car than I do though, so I have decided to
let you borrow a different key for being such a good little girl these
last couple of months."
A nervous giggle escaped her as I waved the tip of my key in front
of her.
"What uses a riding crop for a key, David?" she asked watching the
tip hypnotically. I stopped the movement of the crop and looked at her. I
looked at the crop and then back at her.
"You know the answer to that question, baby sister," I said with
my own smugness. "You are absolutely right though, what good is a key
without a lock?"
Her eyes moved to me and she tried to will me to continue. I
smiled my best innocent smile at her.
"David!" she said in a voice that was a warning as she reached for
the crop. I let her take it from me and walked over to where Brittany had
set down her cell phone. Everyone in the room watched me as I pressed the
buttons that would ring the right phone.
A faint twitter of sound came from my room.
"I need you to come out here," I said into the phone and hung up.
I moved to stand behind Marisa and waited like everyone else.
She walked into the room as proud and magnificent as ever and
stood in front of Marisa. She was wearing a latex mini-skirt that hugged
her skin like saliva. The latex mini-top exposed her flat stomach and
accentuated the fullness of her breasts. Julie and Tawny had done the
honors of preparing her for my sister. She smelled of lavender and her
makeup was flawless enough that even the way it whitened her face was
obviously on purpose. Her hair was slick and pulled back severely. She
licked her lips as she stared into Marisa's eyes demanding to be tamed.
I had insisted on that part.
"Marisa," I said breaking through the fog of escaping sexuality
that my sister exuded. "Marelin is the lock to the key. I'm letting you
borrow her until tomorrow night."
I held my hand out to her for the crop. It slipped from her
fingers into mine when Marelin took a deep breath further announcing that
her breasts were made to be played with.
I reached down and pulled gently on Marisa's chin so she was
looking at me. I looked at Marelin.
"This is my baby sister," I said to Marelin in a voice I used only
when she protested too loudly against my desires. "Julie and Tawny are
going to take her out to breakfast on Monday morning. They will tell me
whether they believe my sister was in ANY way unsatisfied by her
experience with you."
Marelin closed her eyes as I drove the words into her psyche.
"The only complaint I expect to hear from her is that she cannot
wait for me to lend her your crop again."
Marelin opened her eyes and nodded her head.
"If Julie and Tawny tell me of any other complaint," I continued.
"You and I are through."
Marelin's eyes pleaded with me but there was nothing left in me
for her to push against. My sister had fought her way through my family's
attempts to keep her normal. She had earned the right to make her own
decision and Marelin was the vehicle I was giving her.
I moved around the sofa to sit next to Marisa. I held the crop up
and looked into my sister's eyes. I made the tip rotate tip down. Marelin
spun around slowly. The mini-skirt was missing the material that would
have covered her bottom, instead there was a strip of leather around each
thigh keeping the skirt tight. Marisa's eyes widening made me tap the crop
against Marelin to stop her from continuing the motion I had commanded. I
brought the crop around and touched her inner thigh. She opened her legs
so that her feet were shoulder width apart. Because I so appreciated the
tone of her body, Marelin made sure that she kept herself fit in order
that I would enjoy it as often as possible.
I ran the crop up her thigh until I could turn it so that its face
touched her pussy. I tapped it against her lips in a steady pattern to
match Marisa's breathing.
Marisa turned her eyes to me.
"There is a rule," I told her. She nodded at me and leaned towards
the crop. I put the crop face on the small of Marelin's back to signal my
desire for her to continue her aborted motion. She went down on her knees
and crossed her ankles. She dropped her lower body so that her elbows were
on the ground. Her knees were touching each other so that her pussy was
closed tightly. She leaned forward and then back again. It gave us a
better view of her bare lips and then took it away.
I moved the face of the crop to the tip of Marisa's nose.
"No breaking my toys," I said and slashed the crop towards
Marelin. The face caught her left asscheek with a crack of pain and noise.
Her sigh of pleasure echoed the sound of the crop on her ass.
"You've been very good," I said bringing the crop back to the tip
of Marisa's nose. I tapped her with it and she drew back.
"The question for you and Michael is whether you can be a bad
little girl too," I said and brought the crop around to crack it against
Marelin's right asscheek. Her sigh of pleasure was delayed but it was
echoed by Marisa's letting the air out of her lungs.
I touched Marelin's ankle with the crop and she separated them. I
touched her calf and she separated her legs so that her pussy was open. I
tapped her lower back and she dropped her chest fully presenting her
openings to us. Marelin had been a good test case to see what would and
would not work in Taylor's training. She was now being used to see how
Marisa would take to her future pet.
I tapped the face of the crop against Marelin's pink. I did it
several times to make sure I carried what I wanted from her pussy. I
brought the crop face up to my face and smelled it. It smelled of woman,
musk and quality leather. I licked a drop of Marelin from it before I
turned my eyes to Marisa. I moved the crop face underneath my sister's
nose. She tried to hold her breath in a last defiant stance against the
darkness our blood bore. I started to move the crop away but she grabbed
it below the face in a quick motion. She looked into my eyes and took in a
desperate deep breath unable to deny herself any longer. She also licked a
drop of Marelin from it.
I pulled the crop away slowly after she filled her lungs with and
tasted her future. I spun it around so the handle faced her. She took it
in a tight grip with her right hand as her left hand took Michael's. As
they both stood up, Marelin tried to get up. Marisa placed the crop on
Marelin's upper back in a gentle motion. Marelin understood it and stayed
down. Marisa used light touches on Marelin's ass to guide her 24-hour
slave towards her room.
I had to smile at the speed with which Marisa's nature took over.
I barely noticed when the Lee and Smith twins jetted out of the room
towards their abode. Brittany and Rachel stood up and each straddled one
of my legs. They looked at each other and I marveled that Rachel was 14
years Brittany's senior but was just as gorgeous.
"Say yes!" Rachel commanded me turning her blues to me. I looked
at her confused.
"To what?" I asked her. Rachel looked at Brittany again and it was
as if a harp string inside of her had snapped releasing discordant noise
in the middle of a beautiful melody. Rachel turned back to me and her eyes
were a hot blue flame.
"Tell me that you have another crop!" she demanded.
-----
I was right about Marisa. When Marelin pushed her over the edge,
she quieted down about my sex life for some months. The pledges became
sisters and stopped using me as their flesh and blood vibrator. They
settled into rotating themselves regularly through my bed instead of
packing themselves in like sardines. The pledges that I had sex with never
got over wanting to have me as a part of their sex life though.
The five of us (Lees, Smiths, and me) graduated college with
honors as expected. It freed the twins and I for the last push of training
towards the Olympics. Our school team had dominated every competition and
swimming people were calling us the greatest collegiate team ever.
Our presence on the Olympic team was stronger than any male
collegiate team ever. Our coach had slowly replaced those who could not
accept that there would be no other leader on the team besides Coach.
Neither the twins nor I would accept the position nor would we allow
anyone else to hold it. He recruited the best talent in the country four
years in a row and a supporting cast that reached beyond themselves at the
Olympic trials.
The coach's grand scheme worked. I was considered one of the most
intimidating forces in swimming not because of my talent as much as my
unwillingness to swerve from absolute commitment. The twins never had real
competitors; when we swam together the question was whether anyone could
challenge and not if anyone would.
The Olympics were held in Japan, which afterwards our families
were grateful for. The time differential between the States and Japan
meant people were watching the Games on tape delay. The results were
available before they got to see the races so it left people
disinterested. People watched 'their' sports so the our legacy was one for
swimmers and Asian countries.
We did what had been expected of us. No one challenged the coach's
choice for the relay teams. The twins and I had swum together since we
were six. We were never better than when we swam with each other and
although other team members tried physical challenges in the pool or
political ones with the US Olympic Committee, we were untouchable.
Sean had moved slowly to specialize in freestyle and brought home
gold in the 50, 200, and 400 meter races. Patrick got his individual golds
in 100 and 200 meter backstroke, plus the 100 meter freestyle. I took both
the 200 and 400 individual medley golds. The most satisfying of our
victories were the three male relay races. They felt like it had been our
destiny since we joined forces in a drowning murder attempt.
We were the most successful male Olympic swimming team ever and we
did not even make it to the cover of Sports Illustrated. Esmeralda,
surprisingly enough considering she fought hard against it, was the
proudest of our accomplishments. She made sure that Rachel's library was a
shrine to the athletic success of her lover and sons. Watching the women
gather in there made it seem like the medals were tribute. I mentioned
that once and as one every female in the room nodded as if I had finally
figured out a truth of our male existence.
I did not live the Olympic experience to the fullest like the
twins did. I did not bother with either the opening or the closing
ceremony. The twins' experience was different because of their blonde good
looks and ability to speak Japanese fluently. Part of their traditional
martial arts training included language instruction since Roger and
Michael had been taught in that fashion. The twins had academically snuck
in a Japanese minor past the rest of the family. It was only a minor
because of the dearth of credit hours; they only bothered with the most
advanced classes.
We arrived in Japan to cameras flashing and news people yelling.
Our translators were the last guys to get off the plane and feeling
comfortable the twins talked for us. Hearing only slightly accented
Japanese (I understand that Japanese women think it makes the twins more
attractive) coming out of that pair of Aryan poster children made most of
Japan fall in love with them.
The twins became a part of the Japanese TV cast before the
Olympics even started. After the games they were celebrities and together
held 12 gold medals. They had offers to do commercials from over twenty
companies. Something about the people and the country made them
comfortable socially for the first time in their lives; before the Games
ended they announced their intentions to change their graduate school
plans to include Japan. The Lees took it well but they had obviously been
told before the announcement what to expect. I took them aside and asked
what their plans were. I could feel their hearts tearing when they said
this was a part of the journey Sean and Patrick had to take alone. Both
sets of twins stayed through the rest of summer to get the guys settled.
The Smith twins' decision to stay in Japan was another reason our
popularity stateside never flourished past those Olympic Glory shows.
I was a little lost after their announcement but a part of me knew
it was the right decision for the three of us. Our coach had been right,
the Smith twins followed where I led, but I was going in a different
direction now. An ocean apart for a few years was exactly what we needed
to grow separately and solidify our friendship beyond our conspiracy
against the world.
Rachel was shattered.
I wonder how much of what happened immediately afterward and later
events occurred because of the fashion in which she lost her babies.
Rachel stayed for the rest of the summer with the twins but no one
except my mother and I stayed past the end of the Games. My mother told me
I needed the time off to settle into a more mundane schedule. The twins
and I laughed at each other when the first Monday after the Games we
showed up at the practice pool for morning practice.
Coach sat us down to talk about making a second Olympic appearance
but that had never been in our plans. He knew about the twins' decision
and congratulated them. The coach asked me if I was interested in an
assistant coaching position since I would be attending graduate school. I
talked to him without the twins present and had to agree that sixteen
years of my life was not something I could give up easily. Real coaching
was not in my future but I would never leave the pool behind.
With some sort of schedule pre-established, I settled into my
first real vacation. I had to comfort Rachel through a great deal of it.
My responsibility in the comforting seemed to be more sex with her than
usual. I believe my mother actually took care of the comforting part.
I do not know if what happened was a reward in the way that the
Lees rewarded the Smith twins for their tribute or if it was my blood's
final seal of approval on the vows Rachel and I had taken.
My mother, Rachel and I were having dinner in a quiet out of the
way restaurant the twins suggested. The screens closed us off from
everyone else and sitting close together while speaking only in whispers
made it even more intimate. No one I knew drank alcohol heavily so when
both women looked at each other and ordered a third glass of wine the
warning bells were set off.
The kisses cinched it.
Rachel was the first to kiss me and while we were passionately
demonstrative in our family social group we had never shared a kiss like
that in front of anyone who was not our lover. My mother pulled my face to
her and kissed me with the same need. I had never been kissed or touched
by my mother like that outside of the bedroom. I did not know what was
happening but my hand moved to cradle her ass as I deepened the kiss
instinctively. The force inside of her was calling me and I had no choice
but to answer it.
Rachel turned my face back to her but crawled over me to kiss my
mother's lips. It was the kiss of lovers who have discovered something new
so powerful that their clothing will not survive the fire of their
passion. I had cash so I dropped a pile on the table and separated them by
their hair. As they both turned to me with an identical anger, they were
met with a desire that obliterated any further protest.
It had not been a fantasy, a thought, or even a passing fancy.
My sex life with Rachel was ritualized and controlled, but no less
passionate for it. It was apparent to me that she kept her sexuality
trapped inside the cage of Rain's loss. With Rachel's peculiar modesty,
she was rarely openly demonstrative of her affection in public. To see
them kiss like lovers openly was too much. I nearly dragged them out of
the restaurant and towards our hotel a couple of blocks away. People got
out of my way as if I were leading escaped wild tigers back to their cage
by the force of my will alone.
I stood in front of my bed and looked at both of them. There was
no anger anymore only a mindless desire to consummate what they started. I
looked at them and contemplated how long this threesome must have been a
fantasy of theirs. I had been my mother's only male lover since I was
fifteen. Rachel and I had been each other's future since the death of her
husband. I smiled as they stripped their clothing while I held a fistful
of each woman's hair. They were beyond caring about the details of what
happened as long as we followed the agreement between Rachel and I down to
the last letter and dot.
I did not think about it and just let myself act. My mother was
lost in her wolf identity and Rachel was more involved than ever. I nearly
threw them on the bed. They bounced into each other's arms and continued
the kiss started at the restaurant.
They had been lovers so long their movement was water raging down
a waterfall. It had grace, symmetry and all the power of nature. Neither
was supreme in the kiss, and both reached fingers to caress lower lips at
the same time. Thighs spread in preparation for questing fingers. The
kissed deepened as touches that came with years of practice gave what was
needed to the other. They came at the same time, so much so that it seemed
that they shared in the same orgasm.
They shared the same purpose at least and when the stake of
pleasure was driven through their want they turned eyes to me. They moved
in unison again to the edge of the bed and four hands pulled me from my
past and pushed me towards my future.
I was naked before my back touched the bed but I could not say
how. Hands guided my hands to where a caress was wanted, lips kissed
exposed skin mine and theirs, nerves were jump started in the demand of
pleasure.
I was pushed to the top of the bed and they each straddled a
thigh. My arms were pinned out from my body and I was kissed nearly to the
end of my life. They moved away from my lips together and Rachel took my
right side and my mother my left. They kissed, nibbled, bit, and lovingly
tongued every portion of my front except my cock and balls. My dick was
hard and angry while my balls tightened on my body from the sensation of
their loving touches.
The women rolled me over gently and gave the same treatment to my
back. They scored my buttocks with their teeth and each reached underneath
to share a grip on my dick. I pushed up to my knees and they stroked my
cock in a unity I doubted even the Lees could have managed. They used
their hold on me to turn me so I was lying on my back. I thought I would
have a breather but two mouths touched my dick. They took their lips away
to lick me every place they could on my dick. Their hair melded in a union
of blonde and black.
They worked together to give me what they already had
individually. I could not tell if it was my mother licking my balls, or
Rachel who gently suckled the head of my dick. I could not tell when
either did anything. I could only feel the pleasure they were getting from
the old fantasy finally becoming a reality. I thickened and they got out
of the way. I growled angrily as my body felt the waste of my cumming on
my stomach. They worked their hands on me to draw out the other two shots
of my seed. The anger died as they took the other's hand and licked me
clean. They moved to my stomach and drank from me as if that too had been
a part of the fantasy. The last step was to reawaken the need for each
other by making my flavor the seasoning of their kiss.
I ached the next morning from wanting it to continue without
respite. I knew something in Rachel had been set free that night. I
doubted the three of us would be lovers like that again unless Rachel ever
again let everything go. It had driven me to heights of crazed lust I had
only known a few times in my life. I had both of their pussies and asses.
I directed all of their lovemaking as I had with my mother and Iris.
Early in the morning as the world was finally asleep around us and
the passion was dying from the weakness of our bodies we said goodbye to
the ultimate expression our blood. They were on their stomachs between my
legs. They were loving each other around my aching erection. We had
showered to clean most of the residue of our couplings but once on the bed
the break allowed us one last surge of desire.
It was not cold or hot like the pleasure that had come earlier in
the night. It was slow, calm, and warm like the sharing of heat on a cold
night. They decided on how the last act would be played out. It was
appropriate to end it much as it had begun. I came again but without the
volume that I had released before. They did not care but did not drink it
from my body again. Instead they touched the thick liquid with fingertips
and played in it while looking at each other.
I looked at the ceiling and thought about Rachel.
She was immodest and modest at the same time. It was like she only
allowed herself a set amount of freedom except in situations like this or
with the crop. She gave herself completely two nights a week to me and
said it was all she could take. I knew the words were lies but they were
lies to herself so I could do nothing about it yet.
The twins and Rachel saw my mother and I to the airport. Rachel
told me when she would be home as if I were already her husband. In a way,
I guess I was. We had made our vow to family and blood; what difference
could church and state make?
From our kiss goodbye on, I thought of her as my wife.
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