MINA's MUSE – by lstorywriter
A companion story to ETHAN's RELUCTANT JOURNEY – by Mina24
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I'm Ethan and this story is about my relationship with my friend Mina from my point of view. She told her story through her eyes in the audio version of Ethan's Reluctant Journey. If you haven't listened to that story I highly recommend you do so before reading further. In her sultry and erotic way she includes all the proper disclaimers and warnings and if you're not at least hot to the touch by halfway through then this story may not be for you.
I'm writing this as I still have very vivid memories on my mind about what happened at our recent New Year's party with Mina and several other friends. To be honest the thought of Mina and that night continue to excite me to the point of wetness. First off Mina will have you believe that what happened that night is about me and going down on our friend Marcus. It is not. It is much more about her desire to please her inner artist and my lust and wonton for Mina – her body and her mind. It has much less to do with cock than it does about pussy from both her perspective and mine. I love women and she is like no other woman I have ever met. The absolute joy and eroticism that lives within her gives me great pleasure and satisfaction. I have tried things and done things with her that I would never do with anyone else; things that most of us only fantasize about.
Second, I knew I was in for a challenge not long after we met. She has a sweet exterior with beautiful golden skin. She is direct without being pushy. She is lustful and her sexual artistry is a combination of impressionistic oils and surgical precision. Making love with her is like playing chess with life-sized animate players in the middle of a freshly rained forest. Senses high, never knowing whether you will get treated like a King, be in service to the Queen, or get trampled by the Knight. She always knows what may come, but no one else. I am a planned person who works through things in a logical manner and she is anything but. She is calculating and strategic, but explores along the way to find those things that please her the most and knows when she gets to her destination when she arrives – and then leaves again looking for the next. I don't use the chess metaphor in a casual way. She makes her moves to accomplish her goals and as I would come to find out later has a sense of texture and color that makes the ebony and ivory of the game very relevant.
It became obvious very quickly to me that she was insatiable and had a penchant for doing things to satisfy her curiosity and somewhat different sexual outlook; something that is absolutely intriguing to me that I love. She has good sense of people. It was a small miracle for her to come up with four people that she cultivated and got us to the New Year's party. I am a tall, pleasant looking guy with a well toned build. We met at a party at a mutual friend's house and I was almost immediately drawn to her outgoing, pleasant nature and confidence. She had an obvious energetic sexuality to me and it oozed out of her like warm chocolate filling might do from a freshly baked pastry. We talked for a bit as we enjoyed a few drinks that night and shortly afterward she came close to me, put her hand on the small of my back and drew me toward her. She gently kissed my cheek and then whispered in my ear, "I think it's time that you fuck me."
While I certainly had no hesitation about her request, it did take me by surprise. In retrospect as I write this it occurs to me that it was not an invitation at all, but rather a slightly veiled order – a manipulation of sorts to get what she wanted, not what I wanted. It just so happened that I wanted it as well. My ego deceived me. She is a master at that and I now know it.
Without looking back at me after she whispered in my ear she took me by the hand and led me down the hall through a bedroom to a bathroom off to itself. She sat on the vanity and looked in my eyes as she unbuttoned my shirt. Neither one of us said a word. Her hands quickly started to massage my chest, moved to my belt and in one motion unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. My hard cock popped forward from my shorts as my pants fell to the floor. Mina looked down, grabbed it with one hand and smiled in childlike delight. "Mmmmmm...I think I'm going to like this" she said. She scooted forward, pulled up her skirt and pulled me closer until my cock was at the entrance to her wet hole. In one motion we both grabbed each other's bottoms and thrust deep into her. That's how it all started.
We got together on a regular basis and our conversation turned to sexual exploration, fantasies and other such things - typical of a new relationship. Our conversations were more investigative than I had ever experienced before with other women. She asked me if I was interested in doing threesomes, having other women involved, having other men involved, role play and other things. I have a well exercised imagination and in my mind's eye many of these things were quite intriguing. One evening while she was on her knees she looked up at me and said she would like for me to cum in her mouth, but only if I would agree to have a threesome with her. Now really, how difficult of a choice is that! She gleefully smiled as I agreed as though she had just taken one of my pawns without my knowledge and proceeded to deep throat me until I erupted.
Several weeks later she arranged for the three of us to meet for dinner and told me that she had made all the arrangements. I was to meet the two of them at the restaurant and was elated at the thought of doing a threesome with this magnificent woman. As I entered and looked around the room to find her and the other woman I realized that my ego had once again deceived me. As our eyes met I could clearly see another man sitting next to her. Our threesome that she had planned was with another man, not another woman like I had envisioned for these past 10 days! Shit, what the fuck was I going to do with this? This just isn't right. Trying to regain my composure I approached the table and the man sitting next to her stood up and extended his hand. "I'm Marcus, Mina's friend. I understand we're going to spend some time together." Marcus is a big, black man; very well built. My first thought was that he might play professional football.
I sat down on one side of Mina in what must have been obviously a very uncomfortable looking position. Marcus, who turned out to be a very good guy and is now one of my good friends looked at Mina and said, "You didn't tell him did you?" She shook her head from side to side and chuckled. "No, no I didn't. Am I a bad girl for not doing that?" She smiled at me and Marcus and he excused himself from the table. He said he was going to scoot off for a few minutes so we could talk.
"I can't fucking believe this" I said. She moved her chair right in front of mine and asked me what couldn't I believe? "He's a guy, not a girl!" She replied, "Who ever said it was a woman?" She took my hand in hers and slid it up her dress all the way to her panties. She was dripping wet. "I want both of you to fuck me hard. I love having your cock inside of me and I want to have Marcus fuck me too. His cock is gorgeous and I am so horny. I really want you to experience this with me."
"If that's what you want I'll do it for you" I replied. "Aren't you interested too" she asked? We had talked about threesomes in our conversations with another guy, but I had always thought of it more as a fantasy than actually ever happening. And on top of that I still had this whole notion of two women in my head. I was trying to get my mind around the fact about it being two guys! "And, you know, if you want to hook up with Marcus that would really turn me on as well" she said. "No way! I am just getting o.k. with the idea of doing this for you, but there is no way that I plan on touching him or letting him touch me. If that's not o.k. with you then I'm out of here now" I said.
I had forgotten my hand was halfway buried inside of her when Marcus approached the table. As he sat down she pressed my hand harder into her crotch and said of course that was o.k. What she really wanted was to have both of us fuck her. She said she was incredibly excited about it, which was obvious from the heat and wetness emanating from between her legs. We all had a few drinks and the social lubricant took the edge off that I had when I walked in the door. We had a lot of fun that evening, but mostly it was just incredibly hot to see how worked up Mina got during the whole thing. Marcus has a bigger cock than I do. It's about the same thickness, but probably two inches longer than mine. I come in right at seven, so I'm thinking he weighs in at nine inches or better. She loved all the attention and must have cum seven or eight times. It gives me great satisfaction to see her happy and excited like that so I ended up really enjoying the night. That's how I met Marcus.
Over the next few months Mina kept bringing up that evening and telling me how hot she thought it would be if I hooked up with Marcus. I kept telling her that I didn't think I could get over the reality of doing that. Fantasizing about it was one thing, but actually doing it was something else. I think it was at that moment that she changed the game and moved twenty steps ahead of me. She charted out her plan to fulfill her wish.
Mina worked on me for weeks talking about fantasies and the psychological barriers to putting them into action. We talked about taboos and where they came from. She introduced me to her friend Sara and the three of us got together. "Why is it o.k. for me and Sara to do it and not you and Marcus?" she would ask. This was not an intellectual thing for me, it was emotional. The thought of doing some of these things with another guy was very appealing, but the actual doing it part was just something I didn't know if I could ever get over. I really did want to do it for her, but just didn't know if I could.
