The next morning I showered alone and took breakfast on the patio. I could hear the old lady rousting her charges and getting them out of my room. An army of maids had the room perfect and free of sex smells before I finished my morning coffee. I rang for the "madam."
"Your choices were superb last night. I have never been more pleased with someone else's choices. Will you take a small gift from me."
She nodded and I gave her five hundred dollar bills. She started to hand them back. "It is too much. I've never had that much."
"Then share it with your ladies. It is yours now. I do have a question for you. How to the four girls communicate with each other?"
"No one knows. They can speak now. But they lived together in one room surviving by themselves from the time they were four until they were twelve. Somehow they seem to know each other's thoughts. They were very excited this morning. They said you were like them that way."
"There was something going on between us that I could not explain last night. I want to get to know them more. It was a little frightening. Tonight send me the nurses again, the tiny bathers again, I may want to be played with anally. I am a novice to such things. So please choose accordingly. I want to be pleased and to recover some."
To her I had ordered bacon and eggs, just routine and unsurprising requests.
"Were all the girls all right this morning?"
"Mr. Carter, they are all fine. They would all welcome a return engagement. You directed and played. You enjoyed them. They enjoyed you and each other. None of them were hurt, torn, scarred or maimed. All that, and worst, has happened here. They have no choice but to do as they are told. Times they enjoy themselves are few and far between. It is not common for them to be with a man who truly likes women. I believe you are the first to ask me if they were all right."
"You are a refreshing joy. What is your name?"
"My name translates into 'Summer.' Please call me that. Officially, I am a lower level servant. I'm not supposed to initiate any conversations, only listen, respond and obey."
"I am not a royal either, Summer, only an employee. I have to be careful too. I'm glad I know you. I will not cause you any problems by saying we talked."
She smiled and scooted out of that mysterious hall door.
All day I wandered the rooms and grounds. The Prince truly lived in a paradise. I even took some notes about ideas to take back to "The Palms." I napped a couple of hours in the hot afternoon. Before dinner, I rang for Summer. "Can the four quiet sisters have dinner with me?"
"Of course, do you have anything in mind? Should they prepare in anyway or bring anything?"
"No, I'm intrigued and just want to have dinner with them."
When they arrived they were dressed alike again, soft slinky evening dresses of light blue. Beautiful. But I thought, "I wonder if they would dress differently, if left alone. They are so lovely. I see four, but they are forced to act as one. I wonder if they all taste alike? Do they all like the same thing? Do they all make love the same? If, like me, they are all very oral?"
Again I heard no words. Three of the sisters, excused themselves. When I poured champagne for the remaining one, she seemed to question me. "Only the best for someone as beautiful as you. I hope you will be satisfied with a light meal tonight. I only ordered fruit and finger foods - like cheese, breads and cubed meats."
She told me that she really liked meals like that. I told her how I wanted to serve her favorites but did not know them. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She still had not spoken aloud.
Her three sisters returned. I could keep them straight now. They were very different. They had selected their clothes individually now. Their make-up was different and their hair was fixed differently. They were not a forced unit to intrigue men they did not know.
We laughed and had a pleasant slow dinner. I love the company of lovely women. I love them as people, interesting, different from me, soft, caring and not so analytical. They told me of the flowers in Albai; I said how much I missed roses. They told me of the fresh vegetables and were surprised that I have a garden that I tend for fun in Oregon. That is work for slaves here. I was telling how I got up early each morning to see if there were new buds on each plant, when, Jannet, beautiful pink short dress and all, got up to pour us some more wine. Seldom were they allowed to drink alcohol. Her soft brown thighs and long legs caught my attention.
My mind wandered and my cock began to swell. I imagined rolling a strawberry into her wetness and eating half of it before dipping it again and sharing that half with her. I was almost embarrassed when our eyes met. The sister nearest her, raised Jannet's dress and another handed her a strawberry. My head spun and my cock ballooned so tightly that the skin hurt. I held my breath as Jannet took the berry, rolled it deep between her legs and brought it to my lips. I let her push, crushing it into my teeth before I opened my mouth and bit half of it away. Jannet was breathing through her mouth and I could see her tongue matching my chewing movements. I wondered if she could taste what I was tasting.
"No, but I want to." Filled my mind.
She rolled the half berry between her cunt's lips, leaving little pieces on her flesh. I wanted them but for now, I took the rest when she offered it. I bit down; my mouth was full of juice. I stood and kissed her deeply. We shared all that was left of the strawberry. Some angel pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
I sat back down and pulled her to straddle me. One sister guided my cock, another gave her an even bigger berry. Jannet gave me her weight and sunk my cock deep into her belly. She ground her hips, using my shaft to rub against her clit. All the while, we crushed the huge berry between our lips. Neither of us swallowed. We just traded pieces back and forth. She moaned into my mouth. This was wonderful sensual play for her. She was way ahead of me and about to cum.
I did not look but knew her sisters were pleasuring themselves, matching our timing, wanting to share the exact moment when their sister came. The red warm sweet juice was flowing down our chins and down our necks, staining our clothing. Her movements were becoming more urgent and erratic. Her arms tightened around my neck and she kissed harder, slipping her long tongue to the very back of my mouth. I sucked it, teased it and tasted her mouth and pussy mixed with the berry.
I could feel my thoughts affecting her, so I let them fly. As erotic as I could go, I thought of the little mouth of my cock nibbling at her cervix. I imagined my lips sucking and my tongue flicking at her clit. I sat still and thought of my pubic bone massaging her. She moaned. Strange impossible thoughts flowed and swirled. Every thought was of a kiss, a lick or a touch to bring her pleasure. We flew through the clouds locked in a passionate sixty-nine. I had more than one cock to please her. We were awash in berries, diamonds and jewels. I imagined she was happy in her own space and awoke every morning in climax from my lips.
I squeezed her nipples lightly through her pink dress. She moaned again. I imagined my cum in her mouth so she could taste saltiness with the sweet strawberry. She sighed in surprise and rolled the pieces in her mouth through the salt. Her belly tightened. She rocked evenly, into me and away from me. Four moans signaled that she was cuming.
She was ready to recover from her bliss when I thought, "I am cuming now, Jannet. Please don't take your body from me. Let your body suck me. Please let me fill you and leave my cum inside your lovely sensual body. You are so good for me. So beautiful. Yes, now, Jannet, I am yours."
I was still. Jannet was sensitive but she tortured herself for me. She quickly was there again when my first spurt launched from my pulsing cock. I pulled her tight and a whimper of pure pleasure escaped my lips. Again and again my shaft danced and squirted inside her. I could feel her sisters on me also. I was in four pussies. All were cuming for me. All wanted to please me.
We recovered together. The feelings were intense and confusing. From somewhere, I heard, "That has never happened before. It was wonderful."
I said, "Somehow, you all have to be mine. You will hate me. I do not share. I would want you all for myself."
"We cannot be separated. We would die. We live together and love to keep a pretty house. Aren't you afraid of us? Prince Tulan is. He sends us away."
"You are female. I would be a fool, if I were not a little afraid of you. But, "No," you do not frighten me. You intrigue me, make me want to understand, make me want you, make me want to please you and make me crazy with your minds and bodies."
Thoughts were quiet. Sad really. The beauty we had shared should be happy. Jannet stood and our combined juices ran down her inter thigh. Someone giggled. It must have tickled. The sister in the light blue dress wiped up both clean.
I thought, "I would love to spend a night kissing and touching every inch of your body. I would deny myself any release until the point of madness and then you would have to save me or let me die."
My mind filled, "We would like that very much. We would save you. With you, you touch one of us and we all feel it."
I kissed them. We were all confused by what had happened. They knew my mind was overloaded and I needed a while alone. After they left, my thoughts were my own again, but my mind was lonely and empty. . I wondered if it were mutual.
From far away, I heard voices whisper, "Yes."
