Get Along Little Dougie - Part 4 |
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August 26, 1996 (With a special thank you to Mary Mc for sending me a copy of this after the hard drive barfed!) Our Story So Far: Saving the world and patience has paid off for our hero, Yohannon, who is rewarded by sexual pleasures that are rituals indeed. He has met the man of his moist and creamy dreams, who in turn introduces him to an equally exquisite woman. They're both big, bad, and beautiful...and better yet, the three of them are sexually compatible. Add to the mix the satisfactory vengeance on the contemptible Dougie from M -------ville College, a homophobe and likely rapist, and you have an evening to remember. But the night's just beginning, and Dougie has applied a fitting punishment upon himself of his own free will, as we find him fucking the most beautiful woman he's ever had... Brad had to raise a finger to his full, sexy lips to keep me from bursting into laughter. It hurt, but I manage to contain myself. I was certain that I had caused several internal organs permanent damage. Beth, Brad and I rearranged ourselves to watch the show. Snuggled between them, our hands absent mindedly stroking each other, I had to admit that Tricia's performance was well choreographed. And it was a performance, one worthy of a Tony award. Doug was hardly big enough to stretch her experienced, yet quite tight asshole. Her back to his head, every writhe, every sway of her body was to show Doug how much she was enjoying this, when in fact I'm sure she would have had as good a time with a dildo and a vibrator. A better time, actually...the dildo would stay hard and would be as big as she could stand. Actually, the hypnotic movements were not just to entertain our captive, but to keep from losing the diminutive penis, especially when he tried to buck and fuck her harder by lifting his hips. The man had no sense of rhythm whatsoever. I would have been surprised if he could get himself off with his own hand, much less anyone else. Trish had pulled off her top, her breasts well defined and firm. The nipples were dark and very stiff, mostly because she moved her left hand over them, pinching them to make herself moan. Doug, not seeing this, took all the credit: "Yeah, that's it baby, take my cock, you fucking bitch, take it all..." I was filled with a discomfiting mixture of amusement at his arrogance, annoyance with the way he was treating her verbally, and amazement that he had no idea how much he was being used. She was essentially using him as a method of masturbation, nothing more. As cute as Brad and Beth were, nothing would have left me colder than the idea that they were using me in the same way. I think they sense my urease, and snuggled a little closer. I relaxed, not realizing I was tense in the first place. Tricia was still wearing the stockings and skirt, complete with garters and high heels, but her panties were not to be seen, if indeed she had been wearing any to begin with. Doug was practically breaking his neck to stare down at her small but well rounded ass as it bobbed up and down, framed by her skirt and those garters, her legs taut from the astounding balancing act as she squatted with those heels. What is it about garters, anyway? Finally, her right hand was busy rubbing between her legs, apparently masturbating as Doug fucked her. It was easy to see how the first glance didn't immediately reveal what was really going on...she was so natural, so adept. I knew I had to have a lengthy conversation with her later. Dougie was growing frantic. I couldn't imagine how he hadn't lost his load long before that moment, but I suspect Tricia had drawn him out longer than he had ever been before. I could see him taking a woman and coming like some people sneeze, tossing her aside in disgust afterward. Yet this time he was at her mercy, and was being forced to experience sensations that probably scared the shit out of him. He was also beginning to beg her to let him fuck her in the pussy, something I'm sure that he considered the only "true" form of sex. Goddess save us from single minded stud "a" into slot "b" types! "Give me your pussy, bitch! I want to slam you!" He growled like a small terrier. She responded with a strong thrust into his groin that looked as if it would tear him off if she lifted away. "No Dougie, please, I want you to come in my ass... come one, big boy, tear my ass apart... please... " I admired her self control. I would have left him hanging for being such a twit. "So that's...uh...how you...UHN!...want it...well... I... I..." "Tell me when your going to come Dougie...I want to come with you!" "Right..." Tricia swung her left leg practically behind her back, positioning it to the right of Dougie's head. "...about..." She brought her other leg around so that she now sat facing to Dougie's right, sideways. She never stopped pumping the entire time, and it seemed a smooth, effortless motion. "...NOW!...Oh...oh...OHMIGOD!!!!" Dougie was well past that point of no return as she completed her turning motion so that they now faced one another, her legs locked about his hips. He cried out, his orgasm combining with a screech of terror, as Tricia proceeded to ejaculate from the very large, very male organ she held from her body with her right hand. In spite of his terror dougie could not stop thrusting as his own, incredibly intense orgasm overtook him. Tricia's come was splashing up his front, hitting his chest, his outstretched and bound arms, even his face. I distinctly saw several direct hits in Dougie's open, alternately gasping and screeching mouth, but I don't think he was beyond noticing it. It was finally too much. I began to laugh. It was a sudden spasm, the kind of laughter that's been held back by a man made dam for so long that nature feels obligated to wipe it out one stormy night, the flood waters rushing forth with a sudden spraying roar. I thought that I was going to stop breathing, and die with a rictus that would chill all that looked upon it -- a man who really died laughing. Brad and Beth lost it almost immediately after I did, and we all rolled about the floor, too convulsed to do anything else. I was still desperately trying to take in a breath, and almost missed, as Tricia rubbed her come into Dougie's heaving chest, his screams still beyond words. She didn't miss a beat, reaching one finger soaked with her own come, and licking it dry with a languid sucking pucker of her full, red lips. Her cock, now growing soft, rest against Dougie's pasty white belly like some spent party balloon, incongruous in it's placement. It seemed so strange, and yet so appropriate, this part of Tricia that paradoxically complemented her full, feminine body. Dougie was finally becoming aware enough to try and submerge himself into the padded table, sucking in his stomach in a failed attempt to retract his body from hers, most especially her dick. Brad managed to control himself enough to get up and walk over to the table. The side of me where he was no longer present immediately missed his touch, which dampened my own happy hysteria down a notch or two. Brad picked the gag back up where it lay and began to fasten into Doug's mouth as Tricia stretched, no longer even trying to keep Dougie's now deflated cock, which seemed to retract into Dougie's body. I wondered if that was because of where it had just been, or if it was a normal physical characteristic. As a part of the stretch, I saw Tricia move down toward the rapidly retreating member as she swung down from the table, and I noticed her nonchalantly palming what looked like a used rubber. She must have slipped it onto him before we had finished with our torrid little threesome on the floor. Later she told me how she had snuck it onto Doug using her mouth, so he had no idea he was wearing one. This turned out to be a major part of the mind fuck we would play on him later...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Tricia stood up, and I began to applaud, and was quickly joined by Brad and Beth. Tricia grinned from ear to ear, and took a bow. The noises coming from Dougie took on a angry tone, and I guessed he was trying to tell us just what he thought of our little trick. I pushed myself up, and walked over to the little prick and looked him in the eyes, which were pretty wide and distinctly bloodshot. "Well, Dougie, you did choose Tricia. And you loved almost every moment of it...right to the end." This earned me SUCH a look, and a stream of muffled invective. Just then, a sound came from behind me, distinct if a bit tinny, with some mechanical buzz to it: "Yeah, that's it baby, take my cock, you fucking bitch, take it all..." I looked up, and there, hanging from the corner, was a television monitor. Brad had moved to the back room again, and was re-emerging with a self satisfied grin. Beth did something with the table, and Dougie was brought fully upright so that he could watch, this time from the same vantage point as we had, as he fucked Tricia until they both came. It was really obvious what I was looking at. Brad confirmed it. "So Dougie, what we have here is a conundrum. You've insulted MY friends and lovers" I got a warm trill up my spine when he said that!, "and I let my temper get the best of me and dragged you here. I do have you on tape begging us to let Tricia fuck you, from beginning to end. Sure, you can say we coerced you...but can you imagine a Jury of men or women really believing that a limp dicked little twerp such as yourself could manage to keep it up for so long if we were holding a gun to your head?" Doug made a set of sounds that were his idea of being defiant, no doubt. "Oh, sure, I'm sure you'd have a better chance of proving your case then any of the women you've abused. You're white, male, have money... but can you imagine what these tapes could do to your reputation if they got out?" "Uh, Brad..." I tried to interrupt. "Can you imagine what your friends would say?" "Brad..." "How about your mother?" "BRAD!!!" Brad looked up as if he were noticing I was there for the first time. "This isn't necessary." I managed to keep my voice steady as I looked into his incredible eyes. I looked over at Dougie and said "Sleep." Dougie fell silent. Brad looked impressed. "Hey, nice trick...hypnosis?" I shook my head. "No. Not really." I sighed. "I guess I need to come clean about something. Brad, I haven't been, well, 100% honest with you. Oh, I haven't lied about anything, I just haven't told you the whole story." Beth raised an eyebrow and glanced at Tricia. "Should we leave?" "Hell no, you guys need to know this too. I have some unusual hobbies that, well, have gotten a little outrageous in the last year or so." Tricia snorted delicately (yes, I know that sounds weird...but she did). "Stranger than what's been happening tonight?" I looked her dead in the eye. "Yes." She blinked. I took another deep breath and composed my thoughts. "A few years ago I stumbled into some interesting theories concerning the practice of Magick, and set about experimenting to see if they had any validity or were so much hooey." Even as Beth rolled her eyes, I pulled up one leg. "It turns out, they did." I pulled up my other leg, crossing the two of them in a simple half lotus position. I did it so casually it took them a moment to realize that I wasn't sitting on anything other than air. You know, levitation is not really that hard, and it doesn't impress people who are beyond the novice level in magic. Yet there's nothing that will make people realize that you aren't bullshitting them about it faster, especially if you do it in their living room on a moments notice. No wires, no hidden lifts that require machinery, and people just drop their jaws and rearrange their personal reality to make room for this new, incontrovertible evidence. Or they go bonkers and pretend you're not there (that happened once -- denial is a terrible thing, it is). Brad was the first to walk around me. "Holy shit...I knew there was something..." I realized that the demonstration was even more spectacular as I was completely naked...no harness could be hidden, and my bare skin would give away any other means of lifting my body into the air...except the means I was using. "Nothing up my sleeve, Brad..." Beth smiled. "Wow," she said, walking up to me, "This has some interesting possibilities. Answer one question?" I was pleasantly surprised at her calm. "Uh, sure." "Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" I smiled back. "A good witch... only bad witches are ugly." It was a poor paraphrase, but I wasn't feeling particularly witty at the moment. Beth's grin broadened, and she reached out and hugged me. Saying "The we're well met!" she gave a little jump and was in my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. Next thing I knew Brad was behind me and Tricia was to my side, all three of them hugging me, saying "Merry meet!" and giving me solid kisses. Oh, and all *four* of us were in mid-air. Which wouldn't have surprised me, except I wasn't the one lifting them. They were. My jaw dropped open, my eyes wide. Beth brought her head back and roared, her throaty laugh full of merriment at the joke I had managed to play on myself. I croaked out "You mean...you...him...her..." I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Queer BD/SM sex positive advanced witches?" Brad whispered into my ear "You have a problem with that?" I started to chuckle. For what seemed like forever the four of us laughed and hugged in mid air, which crackled around us with an almost visible charge of energy.
You know, a lot of people fantasize about zero gee sex without really considering the physics involved. Spider Robinson mentions it in his books, and a few others have published some pretty thoroughly thought out papers on the subject. The main problem is that Newton's laws, fairly lousy with loopholes at sea level, tend to be a bit less forgiving when you eliminate the influence of gravity. One good thrust, and you can find yourself and your partner(s) careening off of walls in opposite directions. NASA has been rumored to have developed, very quietly, a device designed so that some form of coitus can occur. It has been described as an elastic harness built for two to keep you from flying apart, a contrivance that makes me think of bungee cords. I suspect that they keep the development of such things under wraps, not only because middle america would freak at the idea of NASA spending tax money to allow astronauts to do the deed in outer space, but also at the sheer idiocy of some of the designs. Levitation sex, on the other hand, is not the same as zero gee sex. First of all, it's more like having all the pillows you need for positioning, and no problems breathing. You can also use it to augment thrusting in any direction, without fear of being whapped by strict compliance to the third law. I don't know exactly when our little group hug crossed that line from group hug to group sex, but considering that three of us (myself, Brad and Beth) had already had sex together and were still totally naked, and the fourth was one skirt shy of joining us, plus we all were over sexed by most community standards, well... We started by removing Tricia's remaining cloths, including those spiked heels and stockings. I think we all wanted to give her something a little more memorable than her decidedly one-sided encounter with the now slumbering Dougie. I had to admit I was curious to touch that unusual body, excited by the perfectly coordinated combination of gender characteristics. I never thought that an erect penis could look so right on a girl as it did on tricia. I thought we would actually come to blows (no pun intended!) over who would get to such on Tricia's dick first. Fortunately levitation allowed all of us to comfortably arrange ourselves so that we could all run our tongues up and down her firm shaft at the same time, first Brad, then beth, then myself bobbing over the rapidly swelling head. Tricia was about five feet in the air, Brad and I wrapped around either side, and Beth was between her legs. Of the three of us Beth had the best vantage point, as she was able to suck in Tricia's balls whenever one of us was busy sucking. Beth's left hand reached between her firm round cheeks, parting them with the purpose of slipping a finger deep into her body. I realized that since she was in mid air, I should be able to reach her ass from my vantage point as well. I felt her smooth ass cheek, which seemed minute compared to Beth and Brad's enormous buttocks, yet cool and sexy. I brushed against Beth's hand, which was moving in and out smoothly and firmly, and an especially exciting idea occurred to me. I worked a finger next to Beth's, and as she pulled out to plunge in, I began to insert mine next to hers. Matching her timing, I soon was fucking Tricia's ass with Beth, the feel of our fingers sharing her asshole an amazing one. Brad brushed against our hands, realize what we were doing, and began to join us. Tricia was arching her back, a fish wriggling in place, bucking onto our three fingers and thrusting her cock into our mouths as we tag teamed. Brad and I added to the fun by reaching up with our free hands and suddenly pinching her nipples. I was fascinated by her lithe body, muscular and sexy under my flesh. I still preferred Beth and Brad's bulk, but really enjoyed playing with Tricia, especially as her cries began to get louder. "Oh yesssss, fuck me! Please, let me come..." Brad crimped her nipple between his great fingers, twisting it cruelly. Tricia gasped, and almost twisted from our grasp, tight as it was. Tricia sucked in a breath and held it for so long I thought she would turn blue. Before that point Brad released the nipple as abruptly as he had seized it, and Tricia's eyes rolled upward and she eased down, breath sucking in with a rush. He then took his hand and smacked Tricia on the behind, the sound of his palm meeting flesh cracking like a pistol shot. Tricia grew agitated, bucking and squirming into our mouths and onto her hands. Brad smacked her again, and again. I could feel her ass flush hot next to my hand, as if someone had turned on a radiant heater directly beneath her. I decided to experiment...what the hell, I was already doing more things in a single night than I thought I could do in an entire lifetime! I seized her right nipple the way Brad had clamped down on her left, timing it so that I held it for about as long as he had. Tricia's reaction was almost identical, and I felt a small throb as I just then took my turn sucking down her cock, pre-come leaving a small salty taste in my throat. Releasing her nipple to her gasp of joy, I joined Brad in spanking her, alternating my blows with his on her other ass cheek. This began a moaning frenzy and cries of "Oh YES!" that grew increasingly insistent. Removing my mouth, we began running all three sets of lips up and down, fucking her, spanking her, beth massaging her ball sack firmly, until she began to lurch violently and spray come up and onto our faces and backs. Screaming with the orgasm, she jumped like this about a dozen times, and then began to beg us to stop. I wouldn't stop until Brad did, figuring I could do worse than to follow his, or for that matter, Beth's lead in this. The torture got to be a bit much for Tricia, who finally grabbed all three of us by the hair (he had to grasp Beth's close shaven scalp with half of both hands, hooking mine and Brad's longer locks around the remaining fingers to do it) and pulled us away, smiling smugly down on her. "You bastards!" she gasped, aftershocks making her body convulse every few seconds. "You always like to be pushed further than before, sweet stuff" said Brad. He looked up at me, grinning so hard I thought the ends of his mouth would meet in the back of his head. I realized that Beth was doing the same. Hell, so that's what was wrong with my face...I was smiling so hard it hurt. "Well," Beth leaned back and patted her hands together as if to dust them off. Not that I gathered that much in the way of dust could be found settling on Tricia's private parts. "What next? Or should that be," She leered at Brad, than me, "Who's next?" "Never mind classic rock albums..." This earned me a pillow in the side of the head from an odd angle. Never make bad jokes around witches. "...oof!...we need to clear something off else off the agenda first." Brad heaved a great sigh. "You're right...nasty business before pleasure." He looked over at our slumbering prince, who was busy drooling on what I supposed was real leather. Oh well, I guess worse than that had come in contact with that particular toy. Maybe. Tricia, still trying to catch her breath, managed "Yeah, what will we do about that twerp?" That's when I got a flash of insight, feeling that slight flush when an idea is coming on. I weighed it from several viewpoints: Karma was more than a theory for me, it was the law. However, I realized I had already taken on a great deal of Karma with this boy as it was, if not now than in some past life. It was time to take some decisive action to either dissipate or dispense whatever destiny had intertwined Doug into our lives, in some way that would make him a better person. I have to admit I wanted to go easy on him, if only for his part in making this incredible night possible. At this point, I just wanted to send him on his way so that we could continue what had been started. I gave them al a look. Later they would tell me that they knew I was about to pull a hat from a rabbit whenever I got that look, but then they just took it in stride when I spoke: "I've got a plan."
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