I'm a Beast Ch. 08 The Conclusion
This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful.
Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life.
I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate.
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The Birthday or 25 Years of Sex
Trista's birthday had arrived and we were finishing supper at the Junction. Taking my hand she asked, "Do you have butterflies in your stomach or do you think it's the food?"
"I think its Chloe and her surprise gift. Why, are you having second thoughts?"
"Oh no. It's a big step for me but I've been working on it for some time now and I'm as ready as I'll ever be. It's kind of like loosing your cherry all over again."
Thinking back to that night twenty-five years ago I said, "I forgot about the wine not agreeing with you when you lost it. I hope we're not going to repeat that."
"Oh no. It's definitely butterflies. So what do you think Chloe's gift is?"
"I'm not sure but I suspect anal sex is involved."
"Maybe a part of it but she seemed more excited than that would suggest."
I lifted my glass in a toast to Trista and said, "To a wonderful twenty-five years and to twenty-five more."
After the glasses clinked and were drained I suggested, "Why don't we quit speculating and go home to find out."
Trista concurred completely and soon we were home in front of the computer. As soon as we logged on we were greeted with an IM from Chloe.
IM translation 3
Chloe:
Hi you wonderful people & Happy Birthday Angel.
Optimus:
Hi Chloe ... we were hoping you were online.
Chloe:
We've been waiting for this all day.
.
Optimus:
We?
The lover we had watched Chloe with stepped into view.
Chloe:
You saw Devin the last time. We needed help for Angel's surprise gift so we invited Peter.
Another man stepped into view completing the trio.
Optimus:
We wondered about the surprise.
Chloe:
Devin and Peter, 'D & P' for short, are my DP buddies. I know that you are bound to one another but have you ever thought about it?
Optimus:
Yes.
I turned to Trista and before I could ask permission she nodded her head in assent. She knew the personal event I was thinking of because it had fueled many subsequent sessions.
Chloe:
Yes? ... Can you tell us about it?
Optimus:
Yes ... The first time we made love with my cock in her pussy and a vibrator in her ass she screamed, "Oh Ohh Ohhh, I didn't know it could feel so good." I knew that as good as this felt it couldn't match a real double penetration. Although we provide each other with everything, a single partner can't duplicate the dual rhythmic pistoning of hard throbbing flesh.
Chloe:
quite insightful.
Optimus:
Angel considers it forsaking our wedding vows, permission or not. So I started telling her that after I'm dead and gone she should try it. That she is the complete and total package and it would be a terrible waste of a good woman if she never had another man.
Chloe:
WOW! That's one way around the fidelity issue. You've talked about it so this should be an interesting Birthday present. Do you think you will enjoy it?
The look of hunger on Trista's face told me all I needed to know and I replied to Chloe.
Optimus:
I don't think we would, I know we would.
Chloe:
Okay ... I'd love to see Angel's beautiful ass and tits and I've been holding off these guys all day. I'm turning them loose now.
Optimus:
We're waiting too so on with the show.
The camera view changed to a bed. Devin and Peter picked Chloe up and laid her on it, her double D breasts standing as proud as DD's could. Peter was caressing Chloe as Devin moved to the other side of the bed. Chloe was sinking into ecstasy with both of them rubbing her body.
After watching for a few moments Trista commented, "Getting ready for tonight I was thinking, If you did fantasize about her at least it would be something I could compete with. Her body looking a lot like mine levels the playing field. But this ... this is not something I could do. Oh, I can watch it all right but I couldn't do it."
"Funny you should say that," I said removing a silk scarf from beneath the bed. "I prepared a stash like you did for your surprise. Trust me, the situation calls for this." I said as I reached forward and blindfolded Trista with the scarf.
"A little sensory deprivation will keep you from anticipating where I'm going to rub or caress you next. Not knowing increases the eroticism and heightens your response," I said leaving, "to the point of no return," unsaid. When she reached that state she would accept, actually relish rough treatment.
I stepped back to admire her form after lying her on the bed. Lying naked on the bed with her legs now splayed and her arms spread out, I couldn't help but think of Leonardo da Vinci's painting 'Vitruvian Man', better known as 'Proportions of Man' as I relished her. It was as if Leonardo fused his painting with Venus De Milo statue to create a true work of art, 'Proportions of Woman'.
I looked at the monitor and wondered about the life Chloe lead as her lovers caressed her. I started my running commentary of the action on the monitor interspersed with suggestions and endearments,
"They're still caressing Chloe and I'm mimicking the patterns."
In a Teasing fashion I lightly finger-tipped around each breast. She flinched, unable to anticipate, as I gently brushed my hands around her areolas, intentionally avoiding her nipples.
I started sparingly with the mantra, "Disassociate yourself from thoughts. Concentrate on the sensations coursing through your body. Submit to your pleasure and my desire."
We were in the groove and I varied the spots I was working on keeping the anticipation high. She couldn't tell were I would touch next, each and every caress was an exquisite torture in and of itself. It was torture for me to avoid her splayed pussy as I finger-tipped her entire body. It was like a canvass before me and I proceeded to rub her like I was trying to erase each and every mark I'd put on her.
Remembering the commentary I said, "It looks like Devin is working his way up her inner thigh. Oh, oh, Peter's going for the tits. I can't talk for awhile."
I quit my no contact teasing and slowly circled her nipples with my tongue. She squealed when I rubbed her pubic mons with the heel of my hand.
I glanced at the monitor and cajoled, "Devin's eating Chloe and she's watching you. Submit to your pleasure and my desire. Show Chloe your ecstasy."
On queue she started to vocalize her feeling and appreciation as if commanded by Chloe herself. Moaning her contentment, she squirmed and ground her clit against the heal of my hand. I love verbal feedback because it is usually unmistakable. There's no misunderstanding deeper, harder, faster.
When both of her nipples had sufficient and equal attention I ran my kissing lips across her breast and belly on the way towards her glorious bald gash. Trista rewarded my efforts with slow and gentle caresses of my cock and balls.
My cock was rock hard and I couldn't resist changing my position to her favorite angle of attack for maximum pleasure. My tongue rimmed her gash and circled the clit in a figure eight pattern. It wasn't long before she was moaning, "Oh ... Joey, Oh Joey ... yes yes." It wasn't possible but my cock got even harder. Her pussy immediately clenched at the two fingers I inserted, signaling an eminent orgasm.
"Yes," she screamed and I felt the quiver from her inner core.