The early morning light grows and my eyes twitch open unwillingly. In the glaze of the sun from the near window, I blink and start to turn my head. Stiff and painful, my neck objects to any sudden motion; forcing me to turn at a slow, measured pace. But this movement, any movement, is met with protests from other parts of my body as the rewards of last nights training reveal themselves to me.
I could bare Sol's learing and would have laid still if not for the other sound. Familiar and soothing, I'm drawn to it and I will myself to face it. The plush comforter covering me sighs as I turn and it cascades away from me as I make it to my side. Now I have the vantage I need to observe the making of the sound.
Stacy looks so small in Dana's arms even though the size difference is only two, maybe three inches. Or could it be the position of dominance as Dana sprawls over most of Stacy's body? Or the acceptance, or complete submission, by Stacy of this arrangement. In any event, Stacy is happy and Dana appears so as well.
The kisses they exchange are beautiful to watch. Slow and tender, these are kisses born in dreams. Rarely glimpsed, more of legend, I'm afraid to breathe and break the spell they are casting. So I hold myself immobile, not daring to blink, and gaze at their love.
"Its magically, isn't it?"
Judy's sweet voice behind me, fuels my need to mirror them. Indeed, reminded of you with me, I pledge to surpass them in the kisses of my love for you. All soreness distant and of faint memory, I spin as if on air and into your waiting arms. The warmth and luxury of your body the tonic to cure all ills, of body, heart and mind.
Part of me asks if I'm still sleeping, dreaming all this. Embracing you and the now. All that matters is now and I want it to be as perfect for you as it is for me.
Kisses and caresses, caresses and kisses. Time and space existing only for us, created and sustained soley by our will to be together. Dimly aware of one point where we were observed much the same as we had watched them earlier, the awareness of them then returning to their own bliss.
Our kisses never venturing far. They are not meant to sow the lust that is always present between us, more akin to the air we need to keep ourselves alive. The kisses changing, morphing to include long looks and sighs. Eventually, to an melding where I lost track of where I ended and you began.
And so I drifted back to sleep. The corners of my mouth upturned in a grin of total satisfaction and contentment, hearing your promise to me.
"I'm not done fucking you yet."
This sleep of shorter duration, with a purpose of allowing me to retain the singluar alchemy formed earlier between you and I, Stacy and Dana. Almost a vision than an experience. One that for purity's sake must begin and end as alpha and omega of kisses.
So my second awakening was completely different; as our needs were at that later hour of the morn. Sensual love of the earlier hour, transformed, reborn, returned to the wanton wicked lust that we craved.
It was of no surprise to find myself kicked off the bed to make room for the two of you with Stacy. Stacy sitting there, slapped from one side then the other. Only once both cheeks were blazing, did Judy restrain her arms behind her back; allowing Dana to hold one breast and tan it with her crop. Stacy's large pink areola growing ever outward, spurred by Dana's sure gardening by the lash.
I watched you switch places, demonstrating to all your own talent at bringing color and ripeness to flesh. Preparing it and its host for the pleasures to come.
Stacy's moans loud and of such character that I rub myself with a fever burning my mind. A fever I try to break but never can. Catching me, Dana leans over the side of the bed and slaps me sideways to the floor.
"Go stand in the corner, facing the wall."
Standing, I unwillingly turn to go the five paces. Now only able to listen, listen and imagine.
A chatter as something hits the floor. Scraping and more chatter as objects are pushed on the nightstand, my mind scrambling to recall the inventory upon it.
Strap-on's?
Yes, but that was earlier. Were they returned after the double pentration of Stacy last night?
Vibrator? Dildo?
Certainly, several shapes, colors and sizes form in my recollection.
What else? There was more!
My attempts to remember are jolted and torn with each sudden exclamation or creak of the bed. The desire, the need, to know what is happening fouls my senses and I'm unsure as to what I'm actually hearing versus what is occuring behind me. What I am sure of, is that Stacy is being fucked HARD and without mercy; and is loving it.
"NOOOOOOO!"
The sheer pain expressed by that single word washes all meanderings from my mind. Finding myself holding my breath, I wait for the next sound. Fearing it, yet knowing that I would gladly face it myself if commanded to do so.
